#girl hes ever fallen in love with and they took away his gf like they took away pacmans wife fml fuck everything

[dirt-str1der]

I will forever be pissed that they gave kiryu an actual love story (the first and only time they actually gave him a proper love story instead of just confessing his love very quickly before the girl succumbs to her injuries) and then retconned his love interest out of the other games like WHY WPUDL YOU DO THAT.

[calumfmu]

hi angel ✨

could i request steve stealing BILLYS GF this time? i know there’d be violence involved and it gets me hawt 😉

hi baby <3 here you go! thank you for waiting on it, like thank you thank you thank you, it's been a long time coming and I hope it delivers as much as I loved writing this.

Steve Harrington x reader (5k+ words)

cw: 18+, mdni, drunkness, swearing, hints of abuse (nothing too serious), smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, munch!Steve (love him, he will be missed)

He was a mess. Falling everywhere, sloppy drunk, spitting profanities at everyone who had looked in your direction, doing everything that you had begged him not to. But he was yours... right?

"Baby..." The word was drawn out, a sloppy wet kiss pressed to the side of your cheek. Pushing him away, you grumbled to yourself, pulling down your skirt where his hand had found its way to your thigh, pushing up the material.

"Billy. Stop."

The older man rolled his eyes, continuing his advances despite your best efforts to stop it. His hand continued snaking up your thigh, black cloth hitched up to expose the cotton white of your panties. A soft groan escaped his lips as he gained sight of your underwear, interest peaking at his eyebrows.

You caught his hand half way, his fingers itching to dip the material to the side. "Billy. Please."

With a sigh, he had pushed you away from him, irritation reaching its full height as he realized he wasn't going to get anything from you. Distance grew between the two of you as he scooted away, hands immediately finding the beer that once laid abandoned to his side. His eyes grew curious as he searched the crowd for anyone to stick his dick into, satisfy the craving that you weren't going to give into.

"We're in public," you seethed, dropping your voice down to a whisper as you took a look around you. It was a bonfire, celebrating the senior season coming to a close. Half of Hawkins High surrounded you, drunk off of their asses, yet you knew that rumors were already going to start from the way he had caressed you, finding yourself the topic of discussion among the hallways in the last few weeks of class.

Did you hear that Billy and his girl did it in front of the fire? They were so on each other, I heard the Pammy got hit with Billy's pants right before he fucked—what was her name again?

"Like it fucking matters," he spat at you, not bothering to glance in your direction as a blonde walked by him. Her Daisy Duke shorts were high on her hips, teased hair higher than ever as she rounded a corner, throwing a wink in his direction. Scoffing at the sight, you weren't shocked—everyone acted like you didn't exist in this relationship. "'We're in public. I'm tired. You're too rough, too drunk, too blah, blah, blah.'"

Pulling at your shirt uncomfortably, you looked around to see if anyone had noticed his words, voice dripping with intoxication and growing louder by the second.

"Can we not do this right now?"

"So when do you want to do it?" He was borderline shouting at this point, a few pointed glances in your direction from nearby teenagers. Crumbling under their looks, you shifted uncomfortably. "I barely get any anymore."

You remained silent instead choosing to look down at your clasped hands, fingers toying together at your lap. Embarrassment tinged at your cheeks, coloring the skin as your boyfriend grew more angry by the second. This attitude change wasn't something you weren't used to, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing.

You placed a hand on his arm, briefly closing your eyes at the way he pulled away when that same blonde looked in his direction.

"Maybe we should get out of here," you whispered, standing up. Billy's eyes suddenly found yours, that charming smirk you once fell for crossing his face. The flickering light of the fire made him look beautiful, a fallen angel that was tempting you in every way possible.

He stood up, standing in front of you with a hand on your hip. Chugging the rest of his beer, he tossed the empty glass bottle to the side.

"You want to leave with me, baby?" He grinned, stepping even closer to you. His hand graced the side of your face, cold fingers from the beer dancing across your temple. It made you want to pull away.

You grabbed his wrist, leaning into the hand as his other hand began to rest on your lower back. It was the way he pulled you in, the heat from his body pressing into yours that made you melt, his scary demeanor fading as he became Billy—that charming man who was so beautiful, so scary to everyone but you.

"I could... make it up to you," his voice was low as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Apologize for my behavior, baby."

You nodded, leaning into the touch. Eyes fluttering closed, you felt comfort in this moment.

It didn't last for long.

One quick grab under your skirt, you were jumping away from him, pushing at his chest. The quirk of his eyebrow fueled the irritation in your chest, his cocky smug attitude returning, sweet Billy dissipating.

"Absolutely not. I'm done," you rolled your eyes once more before you began to walk away, only to get caught by the harsh grab of your shoulder. Pulling you into him, he squared up in your face, eyes inches away from yours. Keeping your face straight, you met his gaze, not faltering despite wanting to crumble.

Maybe it was the shots you had earlier, fueling this confidence that you never had before when it came to him. He always decided things, he was the shot caller when it came to your break ups and make ups, never you.

"What was that?" Alcohol wafted off of his breath, hitting you in the face harshly.

"I said I'm done, Billy," you pulled away from him, looking down at your shoes as you noticed a few pair of eyes on the two of you. Great, more rumours were the last thing you needed come Monday morning.

He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head as he looked at the sky, constellations partially hidden by the overhang of evergreen trees.

"We're not done until I say we're done, baby," he laughed, winking at you as a scowl crossed your features.

Taking a step away from him, you shook your head, "Watch me... baby."

It was dramatic, the way that you scurried away, pushing away hoards of teenagers that were surrounding the fire. You could've gave yourself a round of applause the way you handled it, the tears didn't even come until you landed in a clearing, the rocks of the boulders encasing the fire long behind you.

You didn't hear the crunch of leaves coming up behind you as you wiped your face, hot tears cast away by your hands. Your sniffles covered the uncomfortable cough feet away, a stuffy nose blocking the stench of a cigarette from that same direction.

Jumping away from the hand that was placed on your shoulder, you shoved the person, screaming.

Someone who definitely wasn't Billy hit the ground, a groan leaving him and a cigarette flying in the opposite direction. Two hands were held up in a surrender, apologies thrown.

"Jeez, it's me! I'm sorry," the young man groaned some more, standing up as he shook the broken leaves off of him, leaning down to find his discarded cigarette. Placing it in his mouth again, he ran a hand through his hair, face turned up in discomfort as he rubbed out his shoulder. "Jesus Christ, you're strong."

Exasperated, you huffed, stomping your foot down as your heart began to settle down behind your rib cage.

"Jesus, Steve, you scared me!"

"Yeah, no shit," he offered the cigarette to you in which you declined, waving your hand in his direction. Eyeing you under the moonlight, he took note of your tears, eyes shifting uncomfortably over the highlights of your face. "Oh... egh—Are you crying?"

Laughing, you turned away from him to wipe away the sting of hot tears once more.

"As many girls as you get, Steve, you still don't know how to speak to one?"

His smile was wide around the tobacco stick in his mouth, eyebrows raising at your comment. It was the most of a conversation you had with the man, normally harsh words you heard in passing as he exchanged them with your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend? The rivalry between them was something you never could make sense of, pointless arguments and overt male aggression.

"Just asking, hon," he shrugged, taking a slow drag. The smoke billowed from his mouth, your eyes drifting through the clouds. It was in this light you realized just how good he looked—scratch that, you've always noticed how good he looked, you just couldn't voice it before. You didn't know who Billy was going to kill first if he had ever found out—you or Steve.

"So what's wrong? He finally did something stupid enough to fuck up the one good thing in his life?"

A small gasp left your lips as soon as the words left his. A smirk was on his face, teeth exposed slightly as he peered at you.

"Steve..." You warned, shaking your head as you tried to stop his whole thing from even beginning. The breakup was fresh on your mind, something you needed to not think about, but could only, as it was literally minutes before.

"What?" He laughed, tucking his hand into his pocket. "I was waiting for him to finally be an idiot in the right way."

You could barely bring up the nerve to be irritated at him, this sudden change of Steve being something that you weren't used to. The both of you had been aware of each other's existence, normally passing through halls giving each other curious eyes, nothing too out of pocket that would've sounded off alarms in Billy's head.

"I just-I don't want to talk about him right now," you huffed, turning your whole body to face him. He gave you a once over, eyebrows raising at your remark. His cigarette was tossed to the side, long forgotten as he stepped closer to you.

"We don't have to talk about him," he said, shrugging slightly. A small smile began to creep up on your face as he adopted the infamous persona he was known for around Hawkins—or used to be known for. "We actually don't have to talk at all."

"Oh, is that so?"

You could match his energy in this moment, grateful that it was coming from him and not your ex. It had gotten to a point in your relationship where sex had been so common, it felt like a chore for you, rather than something you enjoyed with the blond. With Steve, you were willing to explore what type of feelings he would bring out of you.

"Absolutely, hon." His teeth dug into his bottom lip, upper lip curving into a smile at the same time. Stepping closer to you, he wrapped an arm around you, leading you to walk in the direction of the bonfire.

The leaves underneath you crunched as you faltered in your gait, feet turning inward.

"I don't want to go back out there," your voice was thin, less confident than you had been earlier. "He's... I don't want to see him."

Steve was confused as he looked at you, eyebrows furrowing before he recalled the way you looked seconds earlier, hot tears running down your face, slightly smudging the mascara that clung to your eyelashes. It was like a switch flipped, that bit of concern returning yet again. Your insecurities were poking out at every seam, revealing yourself under a gaze of perceived scrutiny.

"We don't have to—no, I could take you home," he said, nodding at his own words. He waited carefully before your reaction came, a slight shift in the head that gave him the green light.

The two of you walked in a different direction of the bonfire, you heard the fading of the throes of teenagers, the blare of music from a stereo fading, and the crackling orange of the flames dying down. Another world of Hawkins was entered, the calming of the night air, chirps of cicadas surrounding the two of you. It was the perfect night, early summer setting in.

"So... what was the fight about?" Steve's voice interrupted your appreciation of the night. Your shoulders stiffened at his words.

"He's just... Billy," you decided on saying, deep sigh at the end of your statement. That was enough for him, a hum of agreement given.

Just as you opened your mouth to continue speaking on the matter, you caught sight of the man of the hour—Billy himself, leaning against a tree, making out with that same blonde girl from before. He pulled away as he heard the two of you, his lip turning up in disgust. The sight had you sick to your stomach, irritation peaking out of you.

"What the fuck, Harrington," he muttered to himself, slightly shoving the girl to the side. Her yelp of protest was lost amongst the three of you, Steve immediately perking up at Billy heading his way. "So now you think you can take my girl away from me?"

Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on Steve's arm, beginning to pull him away from the scene. He was just as stubborn as Billy in that moment, feet digging into the dirt, sticking himself into place. You barely paid mind to the blonde girl scurrying off in the distance, avoiding the confrontation that was brewing amongst the trees.

"Last time I checked, you fucked up," you would like to think that Steve was confident in this matter, but you heard the shakiness behind his voice. His crown of Hawkins had long been knocked off when Billy Hargrove stepped into town, but now, it was a matter of showing face.

"Is that right?"

Billy gave a shove to Steve, sending him flying backwards, feet stumbling over each other as he tried to maintain his balance. You yelled at Billy, voice cracking through the air as this night had taken a turn for the worst.

"Leave him alone!"

The only reply you got was that stupid smirk from Billy, his tongue running over his lips as he balled his fist into Steve's shirt, pulling him to eye level. They were both fuming at this point, heavy breath leaving their chests, features turned up into an angry frown, eyes searching each other as they dared not to make the first move.

"Why don't you leave it, man?" Steve asked, shoving his fingers into Billy's shoulder. It flew back, but Billy stood his ground, eyebrow quirking up as he saw Steve's challenge.

He tossed Steve back yet again, a loud groan punched from his chest as his back hit a tree trunk, head clunking back against it. Your heart lurched in your chest, cringing at the impact he made. Now that it dawned on you, you could name several times where Steve had gotten his ass handed to him, a few times by Billy himself, the poor boy couldn't defend himself to save his life.

"Steve, come on. Let's just go," Your voice was shaky as you took a few steps towards the two teenage boys. Billy casted a glance towards you, a cut of his eyes that had you sinking back a few feet, returning to the spot you once had.

"Yeah, Steve," Billy teased, his voice raising a few octaves to imitate you. He grabbed the boy yet again, tossing him to the ground as he tried catching his breath that was knocked out of him. Steve rolled once, twice, before catching himself on his feet, standing up on shaky legs.

He was persistent, you could give it to him.

"It's not worth it," Steve shook his hair, leaves falling out of the mane. His teeth had caught his lip in the roll, a drop of blood staining his pearly white teeth.

It was like those words sobered Billy up, his back straightening as he zoned in on the other teenager. Stopping inches from him, he turned to look at you, giving you a once over as he processed the words. Your heart caught in your throat, you dared not speak—worried that your words would have him change his mind and further hurt Steve.

"You're right," Billy opted for, turning to give Steve one last shove. His foot stumbled over a tree branch, the final push sending him flying onto his ass, a loud oof leaving him. "She's not."

And with that, Billy was gone, stomping through the trees, a harsh shove given to you as his shoulder collided. You couldn't be bothered by the sting, your feet took you over to Steve before you could even think about it.

"Are you okay?" You rushed, running your hands over his body. You could pretend you were dusting off the leaves, but really you were checking for broken bones, bruised limbs, anything that might've gotten hurt in the assault.

He groaned, standing up slowly before using his thumb to wipe away the smudge of blood. Giving you a toothy grin, he wiggled his eyebrows at you, making light of the situation.

"I really showed him, huh?"

You wanted to scream at him, call him an idiot for even thinking it would be a good idea to take a stand against Billy. But all you could really do is laugh, your cheeks pulling into a smile as Steve began to lead you to his car in the clearing, only a few feet away from the site. The two of you walked in silence, uncomfortable swallows hidden by the crunching of the leaves, you blinking back tears as you looked through the throes of trees.

With a groan, he settled into the driver's seat, his face turning up in pain as he shifted uncomfortably.

"That doesn't sound okay," the worry in your voice was unmistakable. He gave you a look, pressing his keys into the ignition to start it up.

"I'm fine, just... stings a little," his fingers were shaking as he held the keys at the start up, a slight shift in his movements to the left. Your eyes looked at his clothed abdomen, frowning at his movements were drawing attention to that part of his body.

"Let me see," you whispered, fingers already reaching for him. He complained, voice raising as you leaned over, a loud chit from you to get him to quiet down.

Reclining in his seat, he let you raise his shirt up to expose his side, a deep bruise already forming where his ribs would be. A small gasp left your lips as you ran a finger over the area, his muscles flexing as he leaned away from the touch.

"Ah, careful," he whined through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. It looked bad, but you knew that it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed.

“We should probably get you home,” you muttered, shaking your head as you recalled the events that happened. Typical Billy to get angry at something he started, not taking responsibility for any of his actions like normal.

Steve’s head turned towards you, wiggling his eyebrows as he processed the words that came from you. “Ooh, already?”

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him, patience leaving you as you realized what type of game he was playing. Coming from Billy, it was one thing, but you weren't too mad when it came to the brown haired boy in front of you.

"Steve." That stern tone returned, your teeth digging into the skin of your lip to prevent your smile from shining through.

"Okay, okay..." He laughed, putting his car in drive so the two of you could flee the scene. The soft sounds of the radio overtook any signs of a conversation between you two. Before you knew it, the familiar neighborhood streets of the town came into view. "Hey, I'm going to swing into my place real fast to grab a new shirt, and I'll drop you off?"

His words allowed the opportunity to make itself known, your eyebrows raising at a chance to get back at Billy.

"Or I could just crash at yours?"

Steve's head snapped towards you, the car stuttering as his foot his the brake briefly. Your hand shot out to press against the dash, the seat belt tightening across your chest.

You cleared your throat, "I just don't want you to drive... being injured and all."

A small smirk began to creep up on his face, his head nodding at your words. "Yeah, okay... because I'm injured... and all."

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning to look out of the window as he began to pull into his neighborhood. Your heart pounded in your chest, warning bells sounding off in your mind as you weren't sure if this was the worst decision you could make. Being the gentleman that he is, he helped you out of the car and into his house as if you were the one to take the beating from Billy.

His house was huge, barren as if it were a show room, a ghost of a house that was for display only. You chose to follow him upstairs, your feet dragging behind you as the events were catching up to you.

He made himself immediately comfortable, throwing his keys down on his bed, pulling off his sweater from his waistline.

You gasped slightly, turning to face the door as his bare abdomen was exposed. Staring wasn't your goal at the moment, not trying to make yourself so vulnerable in front of him. Cheeks burning, your face was crunched up as you searched for something to focus on.

"Jeez, relax," he laughed, a soft chuckle behind his words. "Didn't realize I didn't do it for you that much."

"It's not that... you just..." You turned back to him, grimacing at the dark bruise that was already beginning to form over his shoulder blade. Sighing, you crossed the room to him, reaching out to run your fingers over the muscle there. "He really hurt you."

Craning his neck to look over his shoulder, he frowned at the sliver of the mark in his gaze. The muscle was firm in your touch, flexing under your fingertips as you didn't dare to press any more into the skin.

Steve looked down into your eyes, the lighting allowing you to fully see the flecks of amber in his eyes. A small smile was on his lips, his eyes darting around the features on your face.

"Your boyfriend's a dick," he laughed, voice dropping an octave.

"Ex."

"Ex?"

"Mhmm," you nodded, your own eyes darting down to look at the crimson color on his lips.

It was silent for a moment before Steve leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. A perfect match, his own slotting into yours like they were made to be there. Slightly parting his lips, his tongue slipped into your mouth, staking claim against your own.

His hands were placed on your hips, rough fingertips dancing over the skin there. You took a few steps back as he walked forward, falling down on the plush bed as he towered over you. As the two of you fell together, you bounced on the mattress, Steve covering your frame.

Hissing slightly, he pulled away from your point of connection, his face turning up. Your hand reached up, palm encompassing his cheek.

"You okay?"

Nodding, Steve smiled again, soldiering through the pain that struck him in the lip. The cut gained from the fight had split again, bright crimson on the skin.

"Doesn't matter right now," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He began to press them down the side of your face, one to the spot beneath your ear, the base of your neck, your collarbone.

You gasped slightly, fingers tangling in his hair as he began to trail lower and lower. He was pushing up the material of your clothing, exposing the expanse of your stomach. His mouth was warm against your skin, his cheeks becoming more and more flush as he reached lower.

He glanced up at you once he reached the material of your skirt, fingers itching to pull down the cotton, but hesitating once he saw the look on your face.

"Are you—is this okay?" He questioned, pressing another small kiss beneath your belly button. You nodded, spreading your legs so he could settle in between them. He made himself comfortable, his fingers sliding to the hem of it to push it up slightly. The white of your underwear was exposed, his eyes dropping down to look at it. "You sure?"

"Y-yeah, just—" You cut yourself off, tightening your fingers in his hair to pull at the brown locks. Groaning, his eyes fluttered shut.

A wave of wetness flowed between your thighs at this revelation, but that was something that could be explored later.

He gave you a small smirk before he pushed the skirt up to your waist. Your legs widened even more as he pressed his mouth to your clothed cunt, his tongue dampening the material. Breath caught in your throat, your eyebrows knitted together.

"Steve..." His name was choked out as he tongue began to run over you through your panties, the material becoming see-through in combination with your wetness.

His fingers reached to the waistband of the white cotton, pulling it down to expose your dripping cunt. Dragging them down your legs, you hitched a leg out to ease the way, curving it over the muscle of his shoulder.

Steve's eyes found yours as he let out a small blow of air on your clit, your muscles tensing as you arched your back at the feeling, hissing at the coolness. With a laugh, you tugged at his hair once more, causing him to groan out loud once more.

"Brat," he laughed at you in return, reaching up to run a finger down your slit. He collected the wetness there before pushing the digit in, instantly curling it against your spongy wall. Your back arched at the intrusion, your eyes fluttering shut at him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he whispered to himself, pressing his mouth to your clit to suck at your clit. The feeling had you mewling, his tongue lapping down in addition to the thrusting of his finger.

The sounds coming out of your throat were lost in the room, Steve's own groans even louder than your own. His mouth parted further, tongue languidly running over your core.

Fingers tightening in his hair, you ground your hips against his face, knee curling up against his shoulder. It was heaven, what you found yourself in, a feeling you never felt before coming over you as he found himself home between your thighs. Your legs tightened around his head, pushing him even further into your heat as he licked at you.

Another finger slipped in, curling expertly alongside the other, that sweet spot inside of you having you quaking.

A particularly loud moan out of you had him removing his tongue from you, his eyes looking up through disheveled hair at you. Peaking open your eyes, you glanced down, almost fainting at how beautiful he looked between your legs.

He kissed your inner thigh, leaning his cheek against the skin, "Still good, hon?"

Taking a deep breath, you whined at the lack of contact, his fingers still inside you.

"Steve, please."

He rubbed his cheek against your thigh, fluttering his eyes down to look at his fingers inside of you. Moving them slowly, it had you breathless, your head thrown back against the pillows.

"I just want to-"

Kiss.

"-make sure you-"

Kiss.

"-feel good."

Rolling your eyes behind closed lids, you pulled at his hair once more, guiding his face between your thighs. He listened to you this time, tongue running over you with a fervor, eyes sliding shut as he finger fucked you.

Wet noises filled the air, your groans getting louder and louder as he guided you towards completion. His own hips were rutting against the comforter, dick tenting the jeans he had yet to take off.

White noise began to flood your senses, vision blurring, thighs quivering around him. He toyed with your clit with the tip of his tongue, moving in between flattening it and dipping it down to lick at your fluttering hole around his fingers. A wave of wetness pooled around the digits, them curling repeatedly against that sweet spot.

"Ste-" You tried gasping his name, barely giving him a warning before you came, legs drawing up as you pulsed around his fingers. He licked you through your orgasm, pleasure coursing through you as he was relentless.

Overstimulation took you over, your fingers pushing at his forehead as he tried keep his mouth on you.

With a small smirk, he backed away, tongue darting out to lick at the wetness on his mouth, his fingers slipping out of you.

"Well..." He said, shrugging as he sat back on his bed. You felt exposed suddenly, a blush crossing your features as you closed your legs.

Rolling your eyes, you sat up, covering yourself with your hands. "That wasn't even that-"

"You can stop lying now, babe," He laughed, leaning over you to press a kiss to your nose. You fell against the covers once more, reaching up to run a hand over his cheek. Fingers dancing over the injuries on his face, you bit your lip, leaning up to press your own kiss to him. "I'm not Billy."

Glancing down and away from him, you nodded, "You're definitely not him. That I know for sure."

His finger reached under your chin, guiding your eyes to look at him. The intimacy of the moment filled the room, your heart aching with an emotion you had yet to feel with anyone before.

"Well, tell me who you want me to be. I'll be him, and that much more," he whispered, slotting his mouth into yours once more. The kiss was brief, more chaste than it was previously, but so much more passionate than it was. You didn't know how to feel in the moment, but you knew his words were true.

Jeez, it has been a while since I've written anything, but I just want y'all to enjoy it. I can't wait to make a come back to the writing scene, and I have so many things planned. Also, those who have sent stuff in my inbox, I have not forgotten y'all. Trust me, it is coming. (Did I get inspiration for the last line from The Notebook? Yes, maybe I did. Shut up--it was my first time watching it last week.)

Masterlist. <3

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hi I was wondering if you could write something about what it would be like to take care of a drunk Hobie and also with his hangover if that's okay with you

Cute

Warnings- alcohol, this is everyone’s reminder that Hobies most likely 19, nothing too much

“Ay, now lads, why haven’t we ever bar hopped?” Hobie asked, speech slurred as you rolled your eyes. You knew you would have to take care of him back home.

“Good question, probably because ya can’t hold your alcohol!” Karl laughed at him. Some others around laughed as well.

“That’s not true- is that true?” He looked at you.

“Hobie, sweetie, love of my life, we all know you can’t hold your alcohol.” You said.

“You guys are daft, I can too hold my alcohol. Right Johnnie?” He looked at the bartender.

“My names not Johnnie, Hobie, we’ve known each other for 2 years.”

“Well then who’s Johnnie?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Cause you look like a Johnnie.”

“Well the answer is no, Hobie.”

“This is bonkers, I mean, seriously.” He huffed like a baby. He tried to get another shot of tequila, it would have been his 7th.

“Okayyyy.. that’s enough.” You took it away from him, handing it back to Karl.

“No fun.” He complained.

“Hobes, you’re plastered.” Karl put his arm around him.

“I am not plastered-“

“Yeah�� you kinda are.” You joined in.

Hobie rolled his eyes again.

“Wanna go home?” You asked him.

“I’d love to, beautiful. You gotta boyfriend?” He smirked, putting his arms around you.

“Yeah I do.”

“Oh… well he’s very lucky…” He said, almost sad as he stumbled.

“Hobes, are you really that drunk?”

“I’m not drunk.”

You laughed at him as you walked him to the passenger seat.

You sat down and started driving. When you got to your guys apartment, you looked at him in the passenger seat, he had fallen asleep.

You sighed, getting up and opening his door. You helped him walk upstairs as he yawned and stumbled around.

You unlocked the door, and helped him in. You helped him get onto the bed. He grabbed the covers and looked at you.

He watched you as you got undressed, giggling like a school girl. You rolled your eyes and got into the bed and next to him.

He fell asleep fast, and so did you.

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Next morning, you had to handle a hungover Hobie.

“Do I have to get up?” He whined when you told him he had to get up.

“You know you do. Your boss will murder you.”

“Fuck Miguel. No one’s gonna boss me around.”He rolled over in the bed and put his face in the pillow.

“I have a really bad headache.. can you get me some ibuprofen please?” He looked at you.

You sighed, getting up and going into the bathroom. You gave him one and he thanked you.

You sighed “Just take the day off.” And sat on the bed.

“Was planning on it.” He put his face in the pillows once again as you rubbed his back.

“Shocked you haven’t thrown up yet.” You laughed quietly.

“It’ll probably happen soon.” His voice was muffled against the pillow.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re drunk.”

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Heyyy imagine rich CEO!Nanami and his spoiled gf who’s stressed in grad school and starts getting bratty in his office or with their friends or something

GIRL this took way longer than it should've because i had a little writer's block. but nanami is my favourite fictional husband and the chairman of nanaminsmooninc so i had to do him justice and i hope you like it🤭

cw: nanami kento x blackfem!reader, office sex, nami is a little brat tamer, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), nanami ties reader up🤭, nanami calls reader; 'my love', 'dear', 'sweetheart'

wc: 3839

”keep them open”, nanami chided, as he pushed your legs further apart. tied to his office chair, you had nowhere to run so your body tried anything it could to get you away from the overwhelming pleasure his mouth was giving you. nanami kento was a man of principle, and concrete morals; austere. his life was fairly plain; his only luxury in life falling from heaven and presenting itself in the form of a grad school student he bumped into in a restaurant. you were a breath of fresh air for lungs that had been inhaling and exhaling on autopilot, just as a means of staying alive. and now, he breathed to take in your scent, as a means of feeling closer to you. he liked how different you were to him; joyful, starry-eyed, and ambitious—ready to take on the world. being the ceo of his own investment company, nanami felt like he had achieved all he wanted to, so he no longer needed to reach for the stars. as well as the fact that, with you in his life, the stars were closer to him than they had ever been.

there wasn’t a single thing he would change about you, you were perfect as you were. but that’s not to say that he didn’t do so inadvertently. see, the thing is that nanami loved to spoil you. if he could take all the good things in the world, and package them in pretty pink wrapping paper for you then he truly would. and he always made sure you knew that; ”if you want it, then it’s yours, sweetheart”, he’d tell you as you stood hand in hand in a store, looking longingly at a pair of shoes. ”i work hard so i can buy you all these pretty things”, he’d whisper onto your skin, as his lips made quick work of replacing the lingerie that had once adorned it.

his need to bring you joy through anything your heart desired had never been an issue, for either of you. until an…odd conversation with gojo and megumi took place.

”you’re too lenient with her, nanamin. sometimes you need to treat her the way you treat me”, were gojo’s words that were met with a light scoff and eyeroll from the pokerfaced blonde. before he went on to say,

“i am not, satoru. and the sky would fall before i treat y/n the way i treat you”. of course, gojo had laughed loudly in his face; both at the obvious lie at the beginning of nanami’s sentence, and the snide comment at the end of it. but nanami’s shoulders had risen and fallen in a defeated shrug, as he was far too used to satoru’s antics, and unsolicited dating advice. so he refocused his attention to the coffee in front of him. what he wasn’t used to, however, was others reaffirming gojo’s words. especially not megumi, of all people.

”i don’t agree with that last part, but you do spoil her”, he had chimed in, and nanami nearly choked on his hot drink. not because of megumi’s comment, but because of the fact that the raven-haired boy was actually agreeing with his white-haired guardian. and shock turned into food for thought at megumi’s final comment,

”she’s great. but…just look at how she is now, and think about how she was when you first met her. that’s all.”.

nanami’s chance to observe your supposed change in behaviour presented itself at a lunch you had planned for him and one of your friends. not the most comfortable socialising with those he didn’t know very well, nanami had initially declined your offer. but, after some time sat in the desk chair of his home office, with you between his legs, and his fingers painfully digging into his armrests, he had conceded. and now you were sat in a café you had seen on tiktok and had been wanting to go to for a while. nanami’s worries about conversating with someone nearly 10 years his junior disappeared quite quickly once he realised his conversation wasn’t particularly needed. you and your friend talked and giggled, silence only gracing the table when either of you had to chew your food. so far, he didn’t understand what gojo and megumi were talking about. you were still the charming, cute you he had met a year ago. but then you and your friend began discussing another friend’s birthday dinner,

”you can’t wear that”, he had heard you say, and he knew that tone of voice all too well—you weren’t saying that lightly. you were demanding it of your friend. he didn’t want to admit to himself that he was beginning to see gojo and megumi’s point, so he just listened in hopes that it was all some big misunderstanding. he almost cut a crack into his plate—too focused on the words you were saying, his body was working on its own.

”why not~?”, your friend rebutted, evidently upset. but, even still, you pressed on.

”because i’m wearing baby blue!”, your voice raised in pitch, and nanami knew something wasn’t right. so, he’d step in to calm you down.

”what’s wrong with wearing the same colour?”, he had said with a light laugh to brighten the mood, but he was met with a very serious look.

”everything, ‘nami. we can’t. the pictures won’t look nice if two of us are wearing the same colour but no one else is.”, you rolled your eyes, ”it’s either all of us wear blue, or only one of us. and that only one will be me since i’ve already picked out my outfit.”, the discussion ended there, and lunch carried on. nanami was present physically, but, mentally he was all over the place. it had to be his fault that you had developed this ’my way, or the highway’ mentality, because you were most definitely not like this when the two of you first met. but he would try his best to hush those thoughts, and the three of you would finish your lunch (which he would pay for) before going your separate ways.

you had always been his sweet girl, so obviously he wanted to just give you the benefit of the doubt. but that became increasingly difficult when you came skipping into his office after your last class.

“nami~~~”, you had practically sung his name as you just walked right into the office to sit on one of the chairs in front of his desk. his assistant chasing after you told him that you probably hadn’t even waited to be let in. because just two minutes before, nanami had been in a meeting and now he was looking through mission statements. if his assistant had gotten to you before you made your way to your boyfriend’s office, he would’ve told you to wait a few more minutes so nanami could finish up what he was doing. that made nanami tilt his head in thought. but what really got to him was the way that, upon sitting down, you had immediately started scrolling through your phone. not even greeting your him. your first words to him had been,

“so~ this is the fit~”, you held your phone to him, but he didn’t even bother to lift his head to look at the screen. his eyes, instead, remaining trained on the papers in front of him.

“hm.”, he hummed. but, too concerned with the picture on your screen, you bypassed his passive response, and just carried on as always.

“which card should i use? black card as usual?”, you said, finally getting up to walk to his side of the table. the fact that you hadn’t even done so much as ask him how his day had been so far made nanami’s eye twitch—you were nothing like the girl he had fallen in love with, and he only had himself to blame.

“your own, preferably.”, he said, still sifting through papers. that comment was the one that snapped you out of your reverie, and brought you back to reality. nanami never made you pay for anything; dinners, clothes, tuition, hair, nails, if it required compensation, nanami would always be the one to provide it. unless you had done something to upset him. which, to your memory, you hadn’t.

“what?”, you’d move closer to him, putting an arm around his shoulders to rub one gently. his perfect posture meant he sat level with the tits he loved ever so much, but he wouldn’t flinch. although his dress trousers were a little more uncomfortable than they had been when you first walked in, he would try his best to focus on the words on the pages in front him. despite the fact he had been reading the same one over and over again,

”’nami. what d’you mean?”, you’d ask, gently kissing his temple.

“i'm not paying for that outfit”, and the distraught pout his eyes would see when he’d look up would nearly make him give in to you. but that’s what had gotten both of you in this predicament in the first place; the fact that he was far too easy to persuade, and the fact you took full advantage of that.

he’d finally tell you his reasons behind his decision, much to your dismay,

“not until you apologise to your friend”, was all he said before finally turning back to his work. he’d note the enraged expression on your face but, with his assistant still being stood in his office, nanami would just ignore it. number one on nanami’s list of pet peeves was gojo satoru making a scene. especially in front of an employee he spent most of his days with. you, on the other hand, had different plans,

”for what?”, you practically yelled, but nanami’s calm demeanour didn’t waver.

“the way you spoke to her at lunch.”, he said. but, this time, he’d take a risk and look up at you, “y/n, that's no way to speak to someone you call a friend”, he cannot be serious, you thought.

“you're mean to satoru all the time”, your arm moved from his shoulder in outrage. who was he to judge you and the way you acted? you hadn’t even done anything too crazy and if you had, then your friend would’ve brought it up. which she didn’t.

“that's different”, nanami shook his head.

“is not. just admit you're a hypocrite and go date her then. since you love her so much.”, nanami’s eyes would move from you to his assistant very quickly, nodding an apology in his direction. he’d start wondering why the kid hadn’t left until he’d see the young man tapping at his wrist, reminding nanami about the meeting he had in a few minutes.

“since you wanna be her knight in shining armour, go live with her and she can be your little good girl”, you continued, gesticulating wildly as you just ranted in this man’s face. somehow, he’d get a hold of your hands, hold them in his, and look directly in your eyes.

”y/n, calm down”, he’d talk gently.

nanami knew you were going through a lot; exam season was upon you, and that took a huge toll on you emotionally. he hated seeing you stressed out and had even gone as far as suggesting you drop out so he could just take care of you. but you had refused. getting a masters degree isn’t an easy feat, but it’s something you wanted for yourself. and he accepted that and let you do whatever you saw fit for yourself and your future. even if it meant being at the brunt of your stress induced rants. but what he wouldn’t accept was disrespect. and embarrassing him in front of his colleagues was one of the highest forms of disrespect to nanami.

”y/n. calm. down.”, his words slowed after they seemed to have no effect on you the first time.

”i am fucking calm!”, you removed your hands from his grasp, his assistant being in the room not once being of concern to you.

”watch that mouth”, nanami had said that quietly, in order to not make you feel awkward in front of his assistant. but, once again, those considerations were not reciprocated,

”and if i don’t? then what?”, you poked his shoulder, and nanami nodded to his assistant to tell him to leave the room. as soon as that door closed, nanami stood up to tower over you as he loosened his tie.

”why are you so stubborn?”, he had asked through gritted teeth, as he bound your hands to the chair with his tie. as annoyed as he was, he made sure the knot was loose enough to not hurt you. even kissing your cheeks and neck lightly to ease your nerves. the intensity of his actions would only increase when a lingering kiss on your neck would sting in a way the others hadn’t, ultimately leaving a mark. but that would be the only one, because nanami was never harsh with you. even if you had upset him; no matter the circumstances, his intentions were never to hurt you. so his hands were soft as he lifted up your sundress, slapping your thigh gently to get you to lift your hips so he could push the dress to your stomach. their softness did not falter, even when he slapped your thighs again so you would aid him in sliding your underwear down your legs. your offences would then spill from his lips as he span your underwear on his finger,

”swearing at me, telling me to leave you, calling me a hypocrite, giving the nickname i gave to you to someone else. all in front of my assistant, of all people. and for what?”, nanami saw your eyes move to the ceiling, trying to escape him, and he grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

”for some stupid fucking fabric that i’d end up ripping off you anyway?”, he shook your face lightly, and took note of how your mouth blew minty breath in his face, in a scoff.

”watch your mouth”, you spoke, echoing his words. the question of what to do with your underwear had been plaguing his mind since he took it off; his first instinct being to stuff it in his pocket. but your words inspired him, and he twirled it around his fingers, forming a ball. then he put it in your mouth. pushing it a bit further when he heard an outraged muffle from you.

”i take it out when you learn to be nice”, he spoke gently, as if your panties weren’t in between your teeth, ”if i’m the reason you’re such a brat, then i’ll have to be the one who fixes the mess that i’ve made of you”.

and how did nanami plan on fixing that mess? by making an even bigger mess of you, and cleaning it up with his tongue. that would be the bigger mess that was now all over his office chair, and dripping all the way down his chin. the same mess he had missed his meeting to make, and clean, in a vicious cycle that had made you cum twice. your, usually, attentive boyfriend paid no attention to the tears falling from your eyes. the only liquid he was focused on was the one wetting his dress shirt. even as the high pitched mumbles that resembled his name resonated from above him, all he’d do is pull back momentarily to place a light slap on your clit. making teasing eye contact at knowing the effect of that contact.

”where’s that attitude of yours, my love?”, he joked, kissing at random places on your legs on his way back to your dripping core. your fingers itched to be submerged in the blonde locks in front of you but, being tied up, all you could do was grab at the armrest as he licked and sucked at your clit. all feelings akin to stress were swiftly replaced by the feeling of pain, gifted to you by your cramping feet, as your toes curled underneath you. not only was your jaw stiffening, but the spit your underwear didn’t soak up dripped down the side of your mouth to glide down your neck—the neckline of your light grey dress darkening. the third time you came all over nanami’s face would having you practically screaming his name, as you had the other two times. although it was all being swallowed by the underwear in your mouth, nanami was glad that the only reason you were raising your voice at him was to express how good he was making you feel.

that third nut would almost drive you to hysteria and, even if this was meant to be a punishment, nanami would be nice enough to let you calm down before untying you. his lips would then rise to meet yours, allowing you to taste yourself on him. the taste of your arousal was strongest on his tongue, and he’d tease you with it before pulling away from you. you’d barely get to catch your breath before nanami picked you up, pressing your chest against his desk. that one spot he had bitten earlier would omit a back arching tingle at its reunion with nanami’s lips.

”’nami, please just…”, you’d breathe out, putting your hands on the desk in a futile attempt to regain some control.

”shh”, he’d whisper onto the skin on your neck, grabbing both of your hands to hold them in one of his. they’d be pinned behind your back as he pressed your face onto the desk. he wouldn’t say anything else, all you’d hear and feel would be the sound of his large hand meeting the flesh on your hip. that would be followed by the sound of his belt unbuckling, and his zip undoing. nanami had always been a man of very few words but today, he spoke none because he had none. the only thing on his mind was the scene of entitlement you had displayed earlier. and how he would now have to fuck you hard enough to knock it all out of you.

it was easy to tell when nanami wasn’t happy with you because his thrusts would carry less speed. he’d fuck into you very slowly, making your moans raise in pitch as your toes dug harder into your shoes. on days like these, your pleasure was not his priority, your behaviour was. so he’d dangle your release in front of your face; pulling out of you completely, only to slam right back into you. the pattern would continue until you apologised to him, and fixed your bratty attitude. so that’s why your cheeks were still smashed against nanami’s discarded papers. with your cervix pleading with your brain to make your mouth produce some noise so the slow, but deep, thrusts would hasten. but your jaw had long gone slack, so the papers beneath you were sticking to both each other, and the side of your face. but you’d put together whatever words you could to get some relief.

”kento, faster. please~”, your boyfriend’s thrusts had you holding your breath, making your moans breathy.

”there you go making demands again”, he scolded, pulling out of you completely to tap his tip on your ass cheeks.

”maybe i’m not fucking you hard enough. or maybe you’re being deviant on purpose.”, he leaned down to your face so you could hear him, ”have i been too nice to you, dear? so now you don’t know how to act?”, when you shook your head, his own would do the same.

”and now you’re lying? what am i to do with you with, my love?”, he’d place one final gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling back and entering you again. faster and, somehow, harder.

you wanted to apologise but with the way he was fucking you dumb, it was hard to think of anything other than the bruising grip he had on your hips. as well as the noise of his balls hitting your skin. but nanami’s patience had run out, and he expected your rehabilitation to be imminent. and when he saw that it wasn’t, his agitation grew deeper.

”you wanna embarrass me in front of my employees?”, he’d lean his chest on your back again to speak directly into your ear. skin slapping would be the only sound in that room after that question. because you didn’t have the physical strength to multitask. your body wanted to focus on moving you back onto nanami’s dick to fuck yourself on it. even still, you’d try to shake your head at him again,

”n-no, ‘nami, i’m s-sorry”, nanami simply tsked before looking to his office phone, to press the button that connected him to his assistant’s desk. panic flowed through you at the thought of someone hearing you being fucked against nanami’s desk, then having to walk out of there like nothing happened. before, you could’ve lied and said you guys were just arguing. but there’d be no denying it if they heard you through the damn phone.

”tell him you’re sorry, sweetheart”, nanami hummed into your ear, his hand lifting you backwards to bring you closer to the mic on the phone.

”i’m s-sorry. i’m s-so s-sorry—sshit, ‘nami i’m cummingg”, the embarrassment that would follow someone hearing you moan because of how good nanami was fucking you wasn’t a worry for a moment as you just let go. luckily you were leaned against the desk because, if not, you would’ve fallen over because of how weak your knees were. **the man behind you simply laughed to himself, just imagining how mortified his assistant would be at hearing you. his own release would not be a concern to him, as your discipline was still the only thing on his mind. and that’s how it’d be for however long you were in there. in the end, he’d buy the outfit for you because he couldn’t stop spoiling you even if he tried. but, this time, he’d at least make you earn it.

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[livelaughlovesubs]

It's always cold and quiet comp sci bf with cute and bubby, affectionate gf.

Why can't it be cold and quiet comp sci lady with her cute boy toy who's type is girls who don't have time for them?

Imagine typing away on your pc, needing constant focus but there's this cute little thing on your lap with his arms snaked around your waist and head on your shoulder, making occasional glances to the screen, not sure what he's seeing, but wanting to encourage so ever so often he leaves some kisses on the neck his snuggled against. But ofc you on the computer aren't heartless, ever so often as well, a hand leaves the keyboard to pat his head and comb through his hair.

This is just me being a degenerate since I do comp sci and happen to not be very talkative. Was working on an assignment a while ago and the idea came to me, thought it was cute.

Comp sci bf x cutie gf is cute too, I think I just see it a lot. Like a lot a lot 😞

Am I just jealous 😰🤨

Aww, this is so cute though. I guess it’s time for me to write some fluff again. It’s a bit short though

I didn’t mention any names, works with any character you think fits

You were sitting at your desk, eyes staring at the screen for the last few hours. It was straining your eyes, but you couldn’t stop now. It was almost done, you can finally rest once it’s finished. Because you knew once you take a break you won’t be able to go back to working again. A little more, just a bit more and you were done.

All while your hands were typing some codes and scanning the lines, your boyfriend has fallen asleep in your arms. His head resting in the nook of your neck, eyes fluttered shut. The soft sound of his breathing could be heard, and you could feel the rising and sinking of his chest. That wasn’t really difficult if you consider the position you two were in. He was sitting on your lap after all. With his arms around your neck and legs on either side of yours, dangling from the chair. It took him a lot of effort to convince you, since you didn’t like being disturbed while working. If you were going to do it, then without any distractions, though in the end you agreed anyway.

Your partner was too adorable, giving you the sad puppy look when you first declined. Now he was more like a cat, sleeping soundly in your lap. Was this position even comfortable? You wondered, and maybe it would be better to bring them to the bedroom first. Yea, probably, you were going to do that in a few minutes. Even though your wrists were sore from typing all day long, you tried to focus and get this over with. The sound of a break was getting more alluring with each passing second.

Suddenly, you felt the male move in your embrace, it seems he woke up. The boy clenched his eyes shut, taking a moment to get used to the light before he yawned. Then he turned around to stare at your computer. Still writing, huh. “You are still working?” He asked you, now hugging you tighter than before. You gave him a small nod, then moved one hand away from your keyboard and stroked his hair. Afterwards, you engulfed yourself in your work fully again.

He was used to this now. You always had so much to do, but he wasn’t going to let this ruin the relationship of you two. Now that he was awake, he started to repeat his previous antics. Soon you felt his lips on your neck, gently kissing your skin. True, he has done that a while ago too, nonetheless you were still surprised. This was his way of encouraging you, with love and affection, but you thought he was trying to annoy you. Even so you weren’t going to say anything, or scold him, he was too adorable for that.

The boy had the opportunity to plant three more kisses on your neck until you closed your computer and returned the hug he gave you. All this time while he was keeping you company, the warmth radiating from his body was very comfortable. It felt like you were sitting next to a fireplace. He glanced back at you, asking sweetly, “are you finally done?” Once again you nodded, and then the boy tried to get up from your lap. However you didn’t let him, you only continued to hold him close to you. “Let’s stay like this.. a bit longer.” You whispered, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. The air tickled his neck, and he slumped back into your arms. “Alright then..”

[anarkali-disco-chali]

ok so yeahh let's continue.

So, one day I asked him for his Instagram password and he gave me. His name is pavan tho. So, like I insisted him to give me his password and yes he gave me and in return I gave him my password. I have nothing to hide so I gave. While looking at his dm, a text came from a girl she was the girl he broke up with, she texted,'' haan?? aagyi m ab bolo''. When I opened the chat there was literally nothing but just that last text. (like puri chat khali and ye ky h?)

I was like who is she?? and why is she texting you?? and why is she saying like this??

He said, well tbh I don't wanna hide anything so she was sending me her nudes and we had a sex chat. I was like oh okk- nvm. And didn't talked to him he did everything to convience me so finally I agreed.

So we were talking about that he said, '' you won't believe but I actually have had sex with a hoe''. My reaction was so shocked and idk what i was feeling. He said that was my past let it be naa trust me i won't do anything again like this.

So, after that during July things were wrong with me and my parents took away my mobile phone. I was like okay so I use to talk to him at night and early morning like 3-4:30 in the morning I use to wake up so early and he use talk for hours. We both have to wait so long to talk to each other. Later on I saw, he was losing interest with me may be because of lack of conversation.

Months were passing.. julyy... August... September....

And here it comes, one day he texted me,'' mujhse itna attach mt ho mujhe waise bhi e relationship ni chahiye''. I was all numb and replied,"ok".

And BLOCKED him*

The other day I shamelessly texted him like a 10 y/o immature child who has lost his favourite toy.

"Why are you doing this?? YK i can't live without you, you have became my habit and i can't even think living without you, if you had to do this then first point per he mujhe apne aap se itna attached ni karna tha. He started pointing at my flaws and made me feel that it's all my fault.

Days passed but ofc i can't even forget him, everyday all I hoped was just one text from him, later i saw him matching pfp with an e girl.

I was like ok-

I literally tried every possible way to bring him back and yeah one day he came back but things Weren't the same i was constantly trying to fix things and he was constantly trying to ruin it all.

And here it comes he left again. ik I was so stupid but I was(am) so in love with him.

Now, this time when he left I heard it from some of his friends that he has a real life gf and he's busy so i just stopped doing everything (trying to being him back in my life)

on 31 dec 2022,

he texted me again, I tried my best to not to fall again (being a sigma female chad) but somehow I again fallen for him and confessed what I feel. He said he was sorry for what he did leaving me for other girls. And said he won't hurt me or leave me ever again.

on 1 Jan 2023,

at night we talked for hours after so long.

omg take me back to 1st January lol

So, things were basically going right he told me about his exes how toxic they were (less toxic than him tho) but I was happy that he is back finally and I'll hold him a little tighter and not let him go away but things don't go as we want.

Jitna I tried to hold him,

utna he was trying to leave.

so, i stopped doing that. One day i.e, 11 Jan we had a little fight and that's when we parted away.

he said-

So, this was now about my self respect and I said aggressively,'' I'll never ever text you again, mark my fucking words ''.

I actually did it, omg i was so proud of myself.

I rid myself of toxicity and everything, now I'm healing but actually happy tho. I won't let him ruin things again. Now the thing is that the girl who use to gave him nudes was his gf and he never broke up with her. Like how can people be so selfish???

But deep down I still have a soft corner for him idk why may be because I saw a soft side of him that nobody saw even if that was fake-

We did so many stupid things together omg i swear.

IDC but I'm done with him.

(he never asked me for nudes or sex chat) the good thing about him. We weren't made for each other, just for a small part that left a huge mark on my life.

His birthday is on 27 Feb and i really wanna wish him but I want to stick on my words. (advice do)

[afriendlyblackhottie]

hii, i love your writing so much and the black!reader content u provide us cause god knows we need more of them.

i wanted ro ask u if u could do a story where chris meets the reader at some celebrity party and they become really close and they start to fall for eachother. Chris asks her to be his gf but then she becomes distant and they end up getting in an argument and she reveals that she cant date him because shes a stripper and people will probably talk shit about her work being with a celebrity as known as him.

thank u in advanced i love your stories💕

Honey

Summary: After telling Chris the truth, he wants to make things right.

Parings: Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: smut, strip club, lap dance, pole dancing, girl on top, fingering, swearing, daddy kink

(A/N: this has taken me for fucking ever and I have no clue why. I struggled, but it’s finally done. I’m so sorry Anon for how long it took. I also couldn’t settle on one single song because you all suggested such good ones so I left it ambiguous.)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @blackmissfrizzle @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @mariahthelioness29 @whiskey-cokenfanfic @olyvoyl @hqneyyincc @queenoftheworldisdead @iam-laiya @donutloverxo @slytherinandoutasgard @zaddychris @brattycherubwrites @love-more122 @ljstraightnochaser (wouldn’t let me tag you)

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Chris still couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d care. As if whatever anyone had to say about you would make him want to be with you any less. He doesn’t even know why he let you walk away that night. Or why he let you cry as you finally told him.

Since then he’d been going over everything that happened in his head. The way your eyes welled up as you finally told him the truth. The shock that ran through him because even though he knew how nasty you could be, you still kept up the facade of a sweet innocent girl so well. Which is what drove him crazy about you in the first place.

Except you’d taken that as rejection and he was too late to convince you otherwise. It didn’t stop him from constantly thinking that there was more that he could have done. Hopefully he wasn’t too late.

When you met at that party he was enchanted by you. By your voice. The way you wore your hair. Your beautiful smile. Like he’d met an angel in the flesh. He took you home that night where he couldn’t even wait until he was inside to fuck you, instead bending you over the hood of his car so he could give it to you right then and there.

Between all the fucking and pillow talk, he’d fallen for you. Somehow you’d become his first thought when he woke up and the last one before he fell asleep. He’d fallen for you quick and fast and was tired of the two of you just being fuck buddies. He’d thought you’d felt the same.

It didn’t matter because the truth had come out and you hadn’t talked to him since. He’d thought about texting you, but as corny as it was he needed to do something bigger. So that’s why he was in the audience watching you work that pole. As much as he hated that other men got to ogle you he was more focused on how beautiful you looked up there.

He chuckled because you would choose such a glittery outfit to do this in. Your makeup was all done up all bright and flashy in a way you didn’t usually care for. Your wig was this pastel pink. He was trying to ignore his anxiety telling him that everything could go wrong. Maybe it would, but he at least wanted to try.

“Is it possible to get a private dance from her?” He’d asked one of the bouncers, trying to use his Boston accent so it might not be as noticeable who he was.

“Who?” He asked making this face. “Honey? She doesn’t do lap dances. Something about a boyfriend.”

His heart sunk a little, but he had to do this. “What about for a little extra.” He flashed the money he had in his pocket.

He thought for a minute, before shrugging. “Go wait in room four.”

It took about ten minutes for you to walk in with a silk robe on. Still wearing that wig. He knew that look on your face. The one when you had an attitude. Suddenly he was thinking about that night you got a little snippy with him. He fucked it out of you by pinning you down and showing you who owned that pussy.

Fuck he needed you back.

“Look, I do-“ you stopped when you saw it was him. “Chris, what’re you- what’re you doing here?” You stuttered, your eyes widening.

He took a breath, shrugging his shoulders. “I wanted to talk.”

“You could have just called me,” you said.

“Yeah but I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said.

You crossed your arms and looked down at your feet. Trying to stop yourself from smiling. You hated how he turned you into a pile of goo. Especially when he was trying to be mad at you. “How’d you find me?”

“I have my ways,” he replied, standing up. He pulled you into his arms hugging you tightly because he didn’t care if you had an attitude.

As much as you hated to, you pulled away from him. It didn’t matter that you wanted to melt into his arm. “You can’t just come to my job, Chris.”

He sighed because although he was expecting that reaction, he was hoping it wouldn’t happen. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. “I know. I just... if I had called would you have answered?” He asked. “Because I’ve been trying to call you. Fuck, what do you want me to do, Y/N.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know! I just... look I’m scared, okay. Scared of what people might say if they see us together.”

“I don’t care what people have to say.”

“Because you won’t be the one dealing with it!” You suddenly started to feel all teary eyed. You bit your lip as they started to come down your face. “I’m going to be the one getting comments all over social media about what a slut I am. Or about what an awful person I am. Or how I don’t deserve you because you’re fucking perfect.”

He sighed. “And I’ll be there to support you through all of it. Baby, I would never let anyone hurt you. Or disrespect you.”

“It doesn’t matter. They still will.”

“Hey,” he said, hugging you again not caring as you tried to push him away. Instead this time he held you cradling you in his arms because if you were crying he was going to hold you. “Tell me you don’t want to be with me.”

“It’s not that, Chris, I’m just scared.” You finally gave in. Clinging to him. What was the point of fighting when you just wanted him more than anything anyway.

“Hey, Buddy,” the club owners voice broke through your moment, making you feel like you were going to jump out of your skin, “no touching the dancers.”

Chris retracted his arms. “Sorry. I slipped and he caught me,” you lied. “He was just making sure I was okay.”

Of course he didn’t believe that. Looking at you through narrowed eyes. “Someone heard yelling in the next room. Sounded like someone was upset.”

“No I’m fine. We were just talking,” you said hoping that it didn’t show that you’d been crying. “I promise.”

“Fine, but keep your hands to yourself in my club, Pal.”

As soon as he left Chris sat down, pulling you into his lap. “So what do we do. Ball is in your court,” he said.

“I wanna be with you. I’m just... scared.”

He sighed. “Okay, well we don’t have to tell anyone right away. I just know that I’m crazy for you, Y/N.”

You smiled. “Really?”

“Mhm.” He kissed the side of your head. “Totally and completely crazy.”

You put your head on his shoulder. “I missed you, too,” you confessed.

“Yeah? What about this boyfriend I heard about?”

You tilted your head. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah. The bouncer said you had a boyfriend so you didn’t give lapdances.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “That’s just what we tell them when we’re not in the mood.” He laughed kissing your forehead. “Or maybe I do have a boyfriend?”

“You want me to be your boyfriend?” He bit his lip. His heart was racing fast then.

“Maybe.” You smiled trying to play it off all I’m

“Maybe, but... I’m...” you pulled away from him only to cross your arms all self consciously again.

“Talk to me, Honey.”

You rolled your eyes. “You think you’re so funny.”

He chuckled. “I like it.” He grabbed your hand so you could sit with him. Making you perch on his lap. “Talk to me.” He pushed a piece of the pink wig out of your face.

“I’m still scared.”

“And, I’ll be there to beat up anyone who wants to talk shit.” Chris held you as close as he could needing to feel you against him. “So, do you like stripping?”

You shrugged. “It’s fun and it pays the bills.”

“Do you want to keep doing it?” He asked.

“I mean... maybe,” you replied. Sort of afraid to say the wrong thing. It’s not that you think Chris wasn’t pro sex work, but that didn’t mean he had to be okay with his girlfriend doing it.

“Baby, if you’re worried about money, I don’t mind helping out.”

“I know,” you said.

“And if this is something you want to do, I’m okay with that, too. I don’t care what anyone says.”

You smiled before kissing him. That had been all you needed to hear from him. Not that it would fix everything, but right now it was enough.

“Promise?”

“I swear on Dodger. So you know that means it’s pretty serious,” he replied. You chuckled and he kissed your lips this time. Craving you after spending way to long not being able to touch you. You were still tearing up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffled forcing a smile on your face. “So, I never gave you that lap dance.”

He chuckled. “Oh yeah. Baby, you don’t-“

You cut him off, putting your hand against his mouth. “I know I said I don’t give them, but I’ll make an exception for you.” You licked your lips, giving him this look that he’d recognized when you were trying to take his dick.

He glanced at the door first making sure no one could see them. Yeah it was just a lap dance, but he couldn’t promise that he would keep his hands to himself. You got up before leaning down to peck his lips.

“You can touch me however you want.” You started undoing your robe showing off the little costume you were wearing underneath.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he looked you up and down. As you removed the fabric that was keeping him from being able to see your full body. You turned around slowly giving him an eyeful of all that ass. He reached out to touch it.

“You like?” You asked all breathily, sitting back down on his lap with your back pressed towards his chest. You gyrated your hips feeling him get hard under you. His bulge pressing into your barely covered center.

He groaned into your ear. “Oh, I fucking love it.” He wrapped his arms around your his so tight. Helping you move. Making you mold into him a little deeper.

You bent your arm back so it was resting on the back of his head. He grabbed at your tits kissing your neck. As he pinched your nipple you let out a moan you didn’t hold in quick enough.

You put your hands on his thighs so you could brace yourself. Moving your hips in a circle so you were right on his dick. “Holy fuck,” he panted. You were driving him so crazy. He had to touch you. Had to feel how wet you were just for him.

He dipped his fingers into your panties. You were so wet he knew you were probably making a mess on his jeans. He didn’t give a fuck. All he wanted was to make you cum. He missed you to much to care if your pussy made a mess on him.

You had to cover your mouth this time because he’d started rubbing your clit. All soppy and wet. Your hips faltered especially as he lifted up your leg so his other hand could finger your pussy.

“Oh, my god.” You cried into your hands before falling back against him again. You uncovered yourself so you could kiss him instead. Pressing a hungry kiss to his mouth.

It was too much. Him doing both at the same time. You were trying to hold your moans in, but it was hard which is why his kiss just got deeper. Your cunt felt like it was weeping from what he was doing to you. It was way too much.

You were so damn tight. Like he’d dipped his fingers in velvet. While he rubbed your clit. You couldn’t hold your noises in, making you pull him away from him. He stared at you with a smile on his face because you looked so pretty all desperate. “You wanna cum for me?” He asked into your ear. “Wanna cum for Daddy?”

You whimpered, but still nodded because he was right you were so damn close. Hips still angled so you could feel his bulge underneath you. You needed it inside of you so bad.

You grabbed at his cock through his jeans. Needing to feel it in your hands. “You want this, huh. I could take you home and fuck you like a proper girl, but you want me to dick you down at work like a slut,” he said whispered in your ear, taking the hand that was rubbing your clit away so he could stuff his fingers in your mouth.

You moaned around them. Tasting yourself. Moaning as he found your g-spot while he still fingered you. You cried out as he made you cum all over his hand. Eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“That’s it, Baby. Make a mess for me. I want everyone to know when I leave who makes you cum.” He moved to your clit now rubbing it just the way you liked it was driving you crazy.

When your orgasm finally subsided, you got up so you could turn around in his lap. Now that you were facing him he kissed you hard. Grabbing at your ass.

You moved your hips. Looking down at the wet spot you’d left on jeans. “Oh, Daddy,” you whimpered. “You feel so good.”

“That’s it, Honey.”

You chuckled. “You think you’re so fucking funny.”

He laughed reaching between you so he could finally start to undo his pants. “What it’s cute.”

When you finally got to sink down on his dick, you cried out. You felt so full. Like he’d filled you to the brim.

You tossed your head back with your eyes screwed shut as he lifted you up and down his dick. It felt so damn good. You needed it so badly. Needed him to fill you up with his cum.

“You look at me when I fuck you,” he demanded. Grabbing a fistful of pink hair so you were forced to look at him. You opened your eyes so they could meet his. Biting your lip to keep for being too loud again. “This is my pussy don’t you ever forget it.”

“Yes, Daddy. It’s yours,” you breathed trying to not be too loud. “I don’t let anyone else touch me like you do.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “That’s my good fucking girl.” He groaned.

“You’re gonna make me cum again,” you cried because he was so damn thick.

“Cum for me,” he said into your ear making you tingle.

You buried your head into his shoulder as you did. With your pussy walls gripping him like that you couldn’t stop yourself as you started to milk him. Triggering his own orgasm as he captured your lips in another kiss.

“You two, out!” Your bosses voices almost made you jump out of your skin.

“No I’m okay!” You said. “He, um...” you tried to think of a lie. “Because he paid so much I...”

“I’m not running a brothel here.” He glared at you. “You get your shit and get out of my club. Honey, you’re fired.”

He was waited for you outside. Leaning against his Camero. You’d changed back into your sweats. He smiled seeing your normal hair. That bright makeup wiped off. Sad because he was actually really enjoying see you all overly sexed up. “Guess you don’t have to worry about dating a stripper anymore.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said before kissing you.

“It’s okay,” you replied with a shrug.

“Why don’t you come live with me? You won’t have to worry about rent. Or anything.” He chuckled.

“You wanna be my sugar daddy?” You laughed.

“No. I mean sure, but I wanna be your boyfriend. Do things like protect you and take care of you. Is that okay?”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You have to promise me something first,” you said.

“Anything,” he said, grabbing your hands so he could pull you to him.

“Just when the news hits over us, you’ll fight for me. Won’t let your crazy fans treat me to badly.”

He chuckled. “I will personally tell off every single one of them.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Want me to take you home?”

“Yeah I got picked up by one of the girls,” you said. “My place or yours?”

He chuckled. “Ours.” He smiled before kissing you softly.

[jean-kayak]

Anon Request: Okay but the thicc black gf hc’s got me like 🥵

Can I request a pt. 2 with Atsumu, Daichi, Kyotani, and Kuroo saying “Let’s get married” after getting blessed with the Wap? 🥺

Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Daichi Sawamura, Kyoutani Kentaro, Kuroo Tetsurou

A/N: Lmao, I did not expect those to do so well lmao, so here you go

Part one is here

🏐Coming straight out the gate with hickies

🏐This man loves to cover you in marks, I mean, there's so much of you, how could he not?

🏐He spends a huge portion of his time biting and sucking at your skin, darkening the marks that are starting to lighten or putting more marks on an empty part of your skin

🏐He loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing his head when he goes down on you, and he does this a lot

🏐He also can't get over how soaked you get when he goes down on you, and he definitely feels like he might drown, but if that's how he goes out 🤷🏽‍♀️

🏐If he comes home after a game and you're just in his jersey, he'll fuck you wherever you are, this could be the living room, kitchen, bathroom, it does not matter

🏐He's a thigh and ass man so expect him to constantly give them a little slap and they're random too especially if they're exposed

🏐The only place you're allowed to sit is his lap, no exceptions

🏐Expect him to always have his hands on you no matter what you do, he'll rub all over your body, sometimes not even knowing he's doing it

🏐He promises that he already was falling in love with you after the first time you gave him head

🏐You just wanted to help him relieve some stress after a hard loss. And girl did you

🏐He's never cum so fast in his life, and he's pretty sure he blacked out in the middle of it

🏐The first thing he remembers is how amazing your mouth felt around him and the last thing he remembers is his orgasm literally feeling like he was hit by a mac truck

🏐The first time y'all fucked he thought he was being sent to another world

🏐He let you take the reins, letting you sink down on him, but he was so overwhelmed by how tight and wet you are that it didn't last long

🏐So, it isn't long until he's flipping you over so fast that you're almost dizzy from the movement, and he's gripping your thighs as he pounds into you like a mad man

🏐The only thing he can really focus on is how your slick is soaking him and the bed and on the fact he's about to cum embarrassingly fast

🏐He tries to holds back, but it's he swears it's impossible, and he cums so hard that he literally falls on top of you

🏐He's a little ashamed that he finished so fast, and this man has the audacity to act sheepish as he lifts his head up with a chuckle

🏐"So, how ya feel about getting married?"

🏅Always makes you sit in his lap after a long day at work, loves rubbing all over your curves

🏅And if he gets really relaxed, he gets really handsy 😏

🏅Having the comfortable weight on top of you always makes him feel relaxed, like everything that was weighing him down just lifts away

🏅So, you'll just be sitting there absentmindedly watching TV or scrolling on your phone, and he'll suddenly move you so that you're straddling him

🏅One hand'll be rubbing your hip softly while the other works its way into your shorts

🏅The lazy, tired look in his eyes goes dark because he still can't get over how wet you get in such a short time

🏅He instantly gets hard at the sight of his hand and his wrist shiny with your slick when you cum, his dick straining painfully against his pants

🏅And you can still see a hint of tension and stress in his shoulders, so you make it your job to get rid of it

🏅He's more than happy to help you get his pants and briefs down his legs, his dick slapping against his stomach

🏅And literally, all you do is swirl your tongue around the head, and he's already melting

🏅He literally hasn't been able to comprehend how amazing your head game is lmaooo

🏅Like it literally takes nothing, and he's already cumming down your throat

🏅His body is literally sunk into the couch like you sucked the life out of him

🏅And he still can't even get over you when he has sex with you

🏅He doesn't even know where to start lmao

🏅It literally takes a small amount of foreplay and you're already soaked, nearly no resistance when he slides into you

🏅And he almost cums from that alone

🏅He actually has to wait for a few before he moves, wanting to make sure that it's as good for you as it is for him

🏅He doesn't even try to fight the noises that come out of him when he finally does move and he can't help but be vocal at how warm and wet you are around him

🏅He cums after a few thrusts into your soaking cunt, his body going limp also

🏅"Yeah, I'm marrying you."

😠The first time he met you, he definitely was stuck in time for a little bit

😠When you guys start dating, he's petty and rubs it everyone's faces (mainly Iwaizumi lmfao)

😠And he couldn't help but stare at you, his mind distracted his whole game

😠Koganegawa finally noticed that he was staring at you so he introduced the two of you

😠He tried to tone down his angry persona that he gives off, and he was surprised to find that it didn't really scare you off

😠His favorite part about you is everything because there's so much of you, but if he had to pick, it would be your ass

😠You can practically feel his eyes boring into you when you walk around

😠He loves to lay on your ass, it's the first thing he does when he gets out of the shower after his games. He's actually fallen asleep multiple times 💀

😠When he's angry after a tough game, he'll take it out on you by eating you out like you're the last meal on Earth

😠He always groans loudly whenever he sees how ridiculously soaked you get no matter how many times he goes down on you

😠He also can't help how loud he is whenever you go down on him

😠It literally takes like a few bops of your head, sinking him further into your mouth and he already feels his orgasm approaching

😠His hands instantly grip your hair, fucking your throat

😠And you're surprised when it seems like he's pulling you off of him like a second later, his body tensing as he cums

😠He's a little embarrassed that he came so fast, but it's literally the best head he's ever had, and he tells you that as you have to tell him that there's nothing wrong with that lol

😠But then he had sex with you, and that's when he thought you would kill him

😠He was already in awe at how you seem to be soaking wet in no time, but when he slid into you, it felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs

😠He can't help but ram into you, not wanting to be away from the euphoria of your pussy for long, and he can't help but look down to see how you suck him back in every time

😠And he feels his climax coming faster than when you sucked him off, and he usually doesn't moan, but he feels like he can't do anything else but

😠He feels lightheaded when he cums, and he finishes so fast that he feels his face heat up even more as he hides it

😠He'll become so shy lol. "Wanna get married?"

🧪He had some event that he was supposed to go to for work that he did not want to go to, but he had to

🧪He's pretty bored, deciding that in the next ten minutes he's going to get out of there, but then his eyes land on you

🧪He's pretty sure his eyes are bugging out of his head, and he's already making his way over to you almost immediately

🧪He's more than ecstatic when you seem to feel the same way, feeling a lot better about coming to this stupid thing when he leaves with your number

🧪He's trying to be a smooth talker, but he finds it nearly hopeless as his eyes roam shamelessly over your figure while wondering why he's never heard of you before

🧪After you start dating, he's always coming home from a stressful day at work and flopping on top of you, burying his face in your boobs

🧪"Tetsu, can you breathe?" He only shrugs, keeping his face down. "Doesn't matter."

🧪He'll lay in between your thighs all the time, sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be between them either watching TV or on his phone

🧪He was already smitten with you and how you looked, but the first time you gave him head, he really was about to buy you anything you wanted for the rest of your life

🧪You had barely done anything but it seemed like you were doing so much at the same time, having so many things to focus on

🧪He didn't know whether to focus on your tongue swirling around him or how deep you took him, but all he knows is that he's cumming instantly

🧪You actually have to check on him because he's not really moving, claiming that you killed him 💀

🧪Another thing he has trouble figuring out to focus on is when he goes down on you

🧪He loves when your plush thighs squeeze his head, warming his ears, but he also loves how much slick you're producing, coating the entire lower half of his face

🧪Sometimes you don't know if he goes down on you for his pleasure or yours because sometimes he's louder than you are

🧪He also loves when your taste literally floods his tongue, and he could literally stay in between your legs for hours

🧪But he really thought you might kill him when you finally sleep together

🧪He already thought you felt amazing around his tongue, but when he very easily enters you, he lets out the loudest moan

🧪He can already feel his orgasm coming at how wet you are and how your walls are pulsing around him

🧪He cums ridiculously fast, and if you don't cum he will definitely make it up to you because of how good you made him feel

🧪"So, I'm gonna need your ring size for when I propose to you."

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Hi honey how‘re you doing?💗 I hope you‘re doing great ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I wanted to ask if you still do inarizaki manager headcanons, because if you do can I PLEAASE request something? Inarizaki is my comfort team and I really want a girlfriend rn (lmao simp) so can you please write a fic about inarizaki randomly meeting their cute little manager in public with her girlfriend and her girlfriend has her arm around her and then they go talk and find out that they’re dating and the team is actually really suprised that Y/N is kinda „💅“ you know... because she dresses and acts really feminine (like she loves plushies,pink,skirts and shit) so they didn’t really expect this but they‘re really supportive (but kinda sad because they were simps for her -oop) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) YOU DONT HAVE TO OFC if you dont want to write about gay relationships that’s fine no worriesʕ•ᴥ•ʔ It’s just I don’t really like lesbian representation by other writers because they always make her hate feminine stuff, really masculine and I really like your headcanons. AGAIN It’s okay if you don’t want to write it, take care of yourself and please don’t stress yourself💓

Omg heyyy sweetie <3 I'm doing fine!!

Thank you so much for sending in your request! I usually don't reply to requests, since I've been really busy lately. But every once in a while, I see ones like yours in my inbox, and I can't help but write imagines for them, so thank you for this!!

I wish you all the best in finding a girlfriend, love. You're amazing, and any girl would be beyond lucky to have you !! 💖

And yes grrr, the lack of lesbian/gay representation is not okay :( I'll do my best to make sure I write more headcanons for my LGBTQ+ followers in the future :)

Inarizaki's sapphic manager headcanons

If you were to ask any of the boys on the Inarizaki team "which girl do you love most, in this entire world?" they'd say your name in a heartbeat.

Because frankly, those boys adored you to hell and back. It wasn't just because you treated them with so much respect, or that you were an attentive manager, the best they've ever had.

It was because of your kind and sweet nature, and the smallest of things you did which softened those boys to putty whenever you were in their vicinity.

After finding out your favourite colour was pink, Osamu took it upon himself to cook food in different hues of it.

The pink blush on his face whenever you were awed by it, made everything worthwhile. Eventhough it took hours to perfect the pink cupcakes, or shrimp dumplings, you saying "These are all in my favourite colour, 'Samu! Thank you" made it all worthwhile.

Atsumu, after following you home one day to work on volleyball plays together, noticed you collect plushies.

“These are all really cute” he stammered, as he inspected each of them.

A small idea formed in his mind as he gifted you with a plushie, a week after, for your birthday.

“I hope you'll add it to your collection... I named him chibi, I hope you don't mind.”

And Miya Atsumu would never forget the way your eyes lit up after receiving the gift, or the kiss you placed on his forehead as a sign of gratitude.

"Who knew something like that could make her so happy?" He thought giddily.

Suna thought you looked extremely pretty every time you wore a skirt.

He never missed an opportunity to compliment you, or to take a picture of you, looking your absolute best.

“You seem to like wearing skirts, huh?”, “yeah, I always have”

At night, he sometimes looked through his photo album with a soft smile. "She really is the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Kita finds you small. (Wow borderline size link shjxjsks But please let me explain)

He loves seeing you in his jackets or his hand when comparing to yours, because it makes him feel responsible to protect you. To keep you safe.

In conclusion, they're whipped, your honour. Those boys love you to the Pluto and back, truly.

And it was an unspoken rule that someday, whoever got to date you would take the absolute best care of you. They had the others to worry about if they didn't.

Which led them to wonder. Why hadn't you fallen for any of them yet? Were they not obvious enough?

One cold January day, Akagi realised you were acting strange. “I'm telling you guys, she probably has a boyfriend somewhere!”

The rest of the team stared at him disbelievingly, but Akagi didn't give up. “No I'm telling you, she looks happier than usual and I see her smiling at her phone a lot.”

“I propose we follow her after practice today” said Atsumu. Of course, his ideas were usually radical, and they would've never done such a thing. But they were desperate, did you really fall in love with someone else?

After practice, you waved at them with a small lopsided smile on your face and headed away. Unbeknownst to you, the boys were actually maintaining a distance just so they could follow you.

They ended up in a coffee shop, as you seemed to be waiting for someone.

The look conspicuous. Six boys, all wearing sunglasses. “It's a wonder she hasn't seen us yet” drawled Osamu sarcastically.

Suddenly, a girl slid into a seat opposite yours and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

Inarizaki.exc has stopped functioning. “So that's why she never liked any of us” whispered Kita with a small smile.

Ever the diplomatic leader, he walked up to you and your girlfriend. “Hi y/n-san, hello miss” he said politely to the both of you. A faint blush could be seen on your cheeks as you figured Kita, and the rest of the boys saw the kiss.

“Kita-san, boys, this is my girlfriend gf/n” you proudly announced, as your fingers found hers' and intertwined them together.

“We're so happy to find out about this, you guys make a lovely couple.” said Aran. The twins diverted their attention to your girlfriend and began peppering her with questions. “How did you guys meet?”, “Who asked who out?”, “Yer' so lucky”

Your heart felt full, it was not everyday that you found out you had the best friends in the universe. “Thanks guys” you whispered through choked sobs, as Suna gently hugged you. “please join us for some coffee”

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @k-sakusa-old @pleaseshutup2021 ❤️💛💚💙💜

[sloppykyuu]

Look if I'm getting too much u need to tell me cos I wont stop sending in shit

So Issei finally gets a gf and if super obsessed with her (not in a creepy or unhealthy way just really fucking in love and happy that someone has feelings for him) so he tries his hardest to always make her happy and one day he hears her and her friends talk about their boyfriends and all their friends talk about how good their boyfriends are in bed and Isseis gf doesnt say much cos she wants to keep things like that privat (that's a lie she just doesnt want to destroy everyone else's self esteem cos nobody can compare to him at all) and Issei makes it his mission to fuck her in every position possible the entire weekend and he does and basically his gf cant go to school for a week cos legs dont function and she let's her friends now why she isnt at school and they r frustrated that their boyfriends never fucked them this well before (◍•ᴗ•)

P.s. dont be shy u can write the sex scenes as detailed as u want

Ah yes ☺️ i love ur request never stop sending them.

There was no question that the moment Issei met you he had fallen for you. The day he made you his girlfriend just proved it further.

He was arguably the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He gave you his food if you ever forgot it, handing you his sweatshirts whenever the slightest of breezes would pass, and overall just spoiling you.

He was no different in bed as rough as he was, he always reminded you that you took him so well, that you were so perfect, and no one ever compared to your tiny, clenching cunt (or you just you in general).

He knew he wanted to keep you forever and made sure that would happen. He thought that he pleased you in ever sense of the word, so it was surprise when he overheard your friends talking about their sex life and not hearing a peep from you.

“He’s that good?”

“You have no idea,” you watched as your friend practically moaned at the thought of her boyfriend. “He’s pretty big too.”

You decided to stay silent as your friends boasted about the rounds of steamy sex they had last night. It’s not like you didn’t have anything to add in, you just didn’t think they should really know about your sex life. And maybe the fact that if you had flexed about how your boyfriend made you cum multiple times almost every night, you’d probably end up crushing their egos.

It hurt Issei just a little bit that you didn’t butt in to let those girls know that he fucked you stupid everytime. At least, he thought he did. Were you faking for him? No, there was no way. You were begging for him last night. Begging him to fill you to the brim with his seed, begging for him to slow down, that your poor abused cunt couldn’t take anymore.

“Y/n?” You looked up from your food. “You’ve been rather quiet. Why’s that?”

You shrug at her. “Nothing to add, that’s all.”

She squints her eyes at your skeptically. “So he’s not good in bed, huh?”

You eyes widen at that,”what? When’d I say that?”

“You didn’t have to, your silence says everything.”

“It says nothing! I never said he was bad!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“You never said he was good, though.” Your other friend jumps in.

The look you give them makes their hands shoot up. “No need to get defensive. Some guys aren’t good at sex and that’s okay. It’s not your fault Y/n. Plus, you love him and thats what matters most.”

“You two are ridiculous.” You scoff and shake your head at the two girls in front of you.

You hadn’t even said anything, where’d they get the idea Issei wasn’t good?!

Before the girls could continue, Issei rounds the corner.

“Hey babe,” you jump at the sound of his voice and quickly get up from your seat.

“Issei!” You make your way to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He quickly returns the hug.

“Ready to go?” You nod and move to gather up your things.

The pitiful look they shoot you when Issei wraps his arm around your shoulder is met with an unamused glare before you two walked away.

The walk home was silent. Fortunately not uncomfortable.

He didn’t like how you hadn’t said anything to confirm that he was good. He supposes it shouldn’t upset him too bad, you hadn’t said he was bad. He planned to prove your friends wrong. To make sure your creaming pussy and begs for more weren’t part of his imagination.

The moment the door closed behind you Issei had you pressed against it, a thigh between your legs, and tongue down your throat. His arm rests beside your head, his other hand squeezes your hip.

He pulls away to kiss down your neck. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t I just love on my girl?” He continues his assault on your neck bringing his hand down from beside your head to your waist. A moan leaves your lips and you rut your hips on his thigh when he sucks on a tender spot on your neck

His hand moves to rest on your thigh before slipping up it to your clothed heat. He rubs at the wetness that seeps through your panties before pushing them to the side and rubbing at your clit.

Soft moans fill his ears as he slips his fingers down to your wet hole. Gathering it up on his fingers, spreading it around and pushing two fingers deep into you.

Squeals of pleasure filled the room as he massaged your sensitive little spot. He felt you tighten and grind your hips down on his hand, groaning at your desperation.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you baby?” You nodded eagerly at his words. “Course you do, so desperate for my big cock.”

You threw your head back against the door, mouth wide open as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you.

“Fu-fuck, it feels so fucking good~” you whined. Your fingers dug into the material stretched across his shoulder. He chuckles at you before pulling his fingers out, hearing you whine at the loss.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand, tugging you to the bedroom. When you reach the room he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

His hands slip from your waist to the small of your back before slipping down to your ass and squeezing rather roughly. A gasp parts your lips which lets him stick his tongue back down your throat, all while he hands move from your ass to the back of your thighs, tugging gently to signal he wanted to pick you up.

You jump and wrap your legs around his slim waist, keeping your tongues entwined. He walks you two until his legs hits the bed and tosses you on it.

“Take your shirt off,” Issei commands you. He watches with hooded eyes and unbuttons his shirt while you do yours. Eyes glued to your covered chest the moment your skin is exposed.

You scoot up on the bed for him to crawl over you after throwing the blouse somewhere in the room. Where it went wasn’t really corcerning at this moment. Only the primal look in Issei’s eyes. His gaze soaking up your full breasts popping out of your bra. “Such a pretty little thing you are,” he smirks at your doe eyes looking up at him.

He grips one of your tits in his large hand, gently squeezing it. He pressed his lips to yours again. He pulls the bra down to punch your nipple with thumb and forefinger.

A soft gasp leaving your lips as he pulls mouth away to lap at your nipple. One hand kneads at your other breast while the other travels to your hips to unzip your skirt. He pushes the material down your legs and tosses it.

He pulls away from you unbuckle his own slacks. Gaze on you as you remove your bra and panties. Slinging your panties at him, giggling as he catches them with ease.

“You testing me, right now?” He smirks down at you. “Asking me put these on, princess?”

“Issei! Shut up!” You laugh at him before deciding to tease him and spreading your legs for him. “Please, ‘sei. Need you so bad,” you whine as you slip your fingers down to your clit, rubbing gently.

He lets out a deep breath and tugs his underwear down his legs, stepping out of them and crawling back over you.

He slaps your hand away from your pussy and grabs both of your hands pinning them above your head.

“You really think you make yourself feel better than I can?” He scoffs.

“N-no.”

“That’s what I thought. I make you feel good don’t I, baby?” He smiles down at you, running a thumb across your cheek.

“So good, ‘sei. Please fuck me,” his smiles grows wider as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

He lets go of your wrists before straight back up, and gripping his aching cock in his hand. “Gonna fuck you so good, angel.” He says, tapping the thick head of his cock on your hard clit. Watching your tiny hole clench at the stimulation.

He lines it up to your hole, head catching your slick lips. “Put it in daddy please,”

With no hesitation he begins pushing his large length into your tiny, snug cunt.

Throwing his head back and groaning as you clench tightly around him. “Fuck- baby. Your pussy is so tiny. Dunno if you can even take all of me.”

You nod desperately, “I-I can. I can do it. Please,”

“If you say so, don’t expect me to stop then. Got it?” He bites his lip watching you nod eagerly, eyes wide and glossy.

You thought that by now you’d be used to the wide stretch every time he pushed his cock inside of you, but you weren’t. It burned and it hurt but it felt so good. To have something so long and thick filling you to the brim. Stretching you beyond your limit every time he fucked you.

When he bottomed out, thick, heavy balls touched your ass and tip kissing your cervix, you nearly passed out. His dick so thick it rested and throbbed on your g-spot, causing you to cum around him while he pushed in.

“Did you just cum?” He huffs an amused laugh. Your cheeks flush a deep red and rest your arm on your eyes to cover your face. “Aww, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

He ruts his hips into you when you don’t respond to him. Your arm falls off your face as your head tips back.

He pulls his hips back, tip catching your lips before slamming right back in. You both moan out.

Issei grabs the back of your knees to push them against your chest, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

“Ohh~” you moan out. Your hands grip at your own thighs. “Harder, please.”

He smiles at you before hammering his Cock into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds your cervix over and over again. Successfully leaving you brainless.

Your head lolls to the side and your tongue peels out of your mouth spilling drool down the side of your face. He keeps his gaze trained on the far away look in your eyes. Listens to the whimpers and moans that leave your lips as pounds into your spasming cunt.

“Squeezing me, baby, you gonna cum again?”

“Uhhhh uh huh,” he chuckles at your inability to answer.

“Aw,” he faux frowns, “did I fuck you stupid, baby girl? Huh, did I fuck your little brain out?”

You don’t respond to him. Too busy focusing on the quickly approaching orgasm. You arch your back high off the bed in turn causing him to fuck you at a new angle, even deeper and more pleasurable than the last. One last thrust has you cumming around him again.

Creaming thickly on his cock. The sight makes his cock throb. Your stretched pussy, accommodating his girth, and the translucent white that coats his cock as his continues to fuck you through your second orgasm.

He pulls out when you calm down, whining because you thought it was over, but you’re quickly shut up when turns you around. Propping your hips up, so your ass was in the air and your face shoved in the pillows.

He quickly pushes his length inside you. Returning back to his previous pace. He could taste how close he was. His balls twitching as they slapped against you. He leans over pressing kisses to your shoulders and cheeks, arms leaning on either side of your head.

Soft gasps leave you with each slam of his hips. The small pool of puddle of drool that seeps into the sheets makes him chuckle gently. He knows he fucked you silly, fucked you so silly you can’t even be concered about something you’d usually find so gross.

He knew you were going to cum again soon, hopefully with him, because your walls clamped impossibly tight around him. So sensitive from your previous two orgasms he knew you’d be coming in no time anyway.

A few more deep, hard thrusts later he had you gushing around him. Clear liquid splashing on his balls had him pushing deep inside you releasing his thick load inside your abused womb. Filling you up wholy. Cum seeped out around his dick, spilling out when pulls himself from your sore cunt.

He rolls you on your back and presses soft kisses all across your face. “Such a good girl.” He hums softly. “Love you so much, baby.”

He hears your content sigh and relaxes when he notices you coming back down to reality. “Hi, baby.” He smiles at the cute grin on your lips, cheeks rosy and stained tears on your cheeks.

“Hi bubba.” You sigh. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before running off to the bathroom to get a damp rag to clean you up.

Chuckling at the quiet squeal that leaves your lips at the cold feeling. “Feeling okay? Wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m okay. But I do wanna know where all this came from.” You question as he takes in his arms, resting your head on his chest.

“Just wanted to let you know how good I make you feel,” he shrugs, a hint of smugness in his voice.

“I hate you.” You laugh at his words.

“Sure you do, baby. Sure you do.” He hugs you tighter to his chest.

He knew there was no question that he fucked his girl the best. Maybe he’d bring up what he’d heard, or really lack thereof, or maybe he wouldn’t. But one thing was sure, no one could fuck you better than him.

A/n: I DID IT!!! I finally finished this request. I need to get back into the dirty mindset lol but I hope you liked this cuz this concept was fucking sick. And I’m feeling better (for now lmao I think I’m alright 😳)

Request are back tf open!

[avenging-fandoms]

Take Your Time / Bucky Barnes (pt. 3)

request(s): *ENDGAME REQUEST* like your Steve’s gf but when he goes back in time he stays with Peggy and all you can think about is why weren’t you good enough for him to stay?? (This made me sad but o h well)

- YES! have her and bucky fall for each other while bonding over missing steve and bucky helps her move on and they become best friends and one day she looks at him and realizes she’s in love with him - Please make it into a small fic where the reader and Bucky start to fall for each other it’s to good to leave it as a cliffhanger the reader deserves to be happy buck deserves to be happy too 😭😭😭

plot: after the events of endgame, steve goes back in time to marry the girl of his dreams. but he leaves behind the girl that loves him more than anything. what’ll happen when steve’s not there to love her anymore, but bucky is?

part 1 part 2

steve soon became a memory, you and bucky living together soon after the night of you fixing his arm and slow dancing in the workshop. something about the way bucky held you and softly hummed to the music with your head on his chest made you feel something steve never did.

you yawned as you stretched your arms and legs, flopping your arms down. you looked around, nearly running out of the room when your nose was filled with the scent of bacon. you smile, throwing the blankets off of you. you put on a pair of sleeping shorts and a shirt, fixing your hair and heading downstairs. 

“well well well, look who has awoken” bucky smiles and you bow a little, making him laugh. “i made eggs, bacon and french toast. plus, a fresh pot off coffee” he set two plates on the kitchen table, staring at his work. you put in your creams and sugars, sitting at your plate and licking your lips. 

“this looks really good, buck. where’d you learn how to cook this?” you ask, eyebrow raised with a smirk on your mouth. he rolled his eyes, tying his hair back before digging in himself.

“only from the best” you giggle, eating the last of your eggs. “any plans for today?”

“not really, you?”

“nope” bucky pops the ‘p’ and sips his coffee, looking at you and curling the corner of his lips into a smile. 

“you wanna hang today? you know, a bucky and yn type of day?” you suggest, making bucky perk up and smile. 

“i would love that” 

you two chat as you eat breakfast, laughing and telling stupid old stories. while he was telling you a story about a war he once fought in, peter facetimed you on his school in italy for a field trip. “i miss you guys”

“we miss you too pal. we’ll have a sleepover when you come back?” bucky asks, head on your shoulder. you smile, leaning your head on the top of his head. 

“oh absolutely. it’s hard here.. all i see is.. is tony” peter sighed, bowing his head. you pout, bucky’s hand rubbing your thigh softly. 

“i know sweetheart. it’s gonna be like that for a long time. he was a superhero, an icon. if you ever need to talk, you know where to find us. we love you”

“love you guys too” you blow peter a kiss and bucky waves, hitting the red button. you sigh, looking at the table as you think for a minute. 

“i love that kid” you sigh, looking at bucky with your chin in your hand. “would you ever want kids with your wife?”

“i don’t know, maybe. it depends” he shrugs, looking at your lips then your eyes. “do you?”

“yes. with the right person, of course” you look up from the table, and look into his eyes. he gave you a different feeling than ever. butterflies, nerves. you snap out of it, smiling. “you wanna go watch a movie?”

“sure” bucky smiles, the both of you getting up and bringing your coffees over. you sit down, bucky sitting next to you and resting his hand on your thigh. you move your legs to lay across his thighs, bucky’s hands rubbing your legs as you watch ‘titanic’

bucky had never seen it before you, and when you two first watched it together, he shed a tear or two. it was his favorite movie you had shown him, and it was your guys’ favorite movie to watch together.

you switched positions again, laying your head on his thigh and staying in that position for a while. his fingers comb through your hair, and with a full belly and still waking up, you had fallen back again.

bucky looked down, studying your features as you slept in his lap. he was super upset about his best friend passing away, and you were there to console him. you were always there for bucky when he had his nightmares, his sleep walks, his sleep paralysis, everything, it was always you there. 

bucky always had tiny feelings for you when you started dating steve, but he couldn’t say anything because obviously you and steve loved each other. bucky always hated seeing you two together, but never said or did anything. not until steve went back to peggy. he was there for your nightmares, helping put back the pieces of your broken heart- and it worked. 

the movie had finished and he switched it to another one, softly combing his fingers through your hair. you groaned and shifted, mumbling in your sleep. 

“mm.. bucky.. k.. kiss me please” you mumble, sighing as you softly snored again. bucky didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he felt his head pound. did you actually mean that, or was it just a crazy dream?

he shook his head, watching the tv and playing with your hair again. you quickly shot up, gasping and holding onto bucky’s thigh. you made bucky jump, holding your cheek and rubbing his thumb over your skin. 

“are you alright, doll? what happened?” you hold his wrist, relaxing into his hand and closing your eyes. “yn?” you remember the dream you were having, opening your eyes and kissing his palm. 

“kiss me” you blurted, bucky gulping and cocking his head slightly. 

“what?”

“kiss me, bucky” he grabbed your neck, pulling you forward and connecting your lips with his. your fingers grip his hair, slowly straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands rub over your back, grabbing your shirt in his hands. you pull away, the both of you panting with your foreheads pressed together. 

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited to kiss you like that” he breathed, making you laugh and kiss him again. “i don’t want to rush you into anything, i know you’re-”

“bucky.. it’s been amazing living with you together for nearly 8 months. and.. i don’t really know if i should say this.. but.. i love you, bucky. i love how you took care of me, and how you still do. i love how you watch silly movies with me”

“yn” he tilts your chin down, kissing your nose. “i love you too, doll” 

“oh, thank god” you sigh, kissing him again. you pull away, the both of you smiling at each other. you comb your fingers through his hair, pulling it down and smiling as it reaches his shoulders. 

“i wanna cut it” he said and you look at him. “i’m serious, i want to go back to short hair”

“awesome, i can’t wait to see you with short hair” you smile, admiring his locks. 

“can you cut it?” bucky asked and you smile, kissing him over and over. “i’m gonna take that as a yes. have you cut hair before?”

“yeah i used to cut tony and steve’s all the time. so you’re in good hands” you clap and rub your hands together, hopping off of the couch. you held out your hand and bucky took it, standing up too with a smile. you pulled him upstairs, grabbing a stool and putting it in the bathroom. “alright, we’re gonna wash your hair first” 

bucky took off his shirt and leaned back into the sink, your fingernails scratching the shampoo into his scalp. bucky’s eyes rolled backwards and let out a groan from the back of his throat. you cleared your throat and licked your lips, rinsing out the shampoo. you pat his hair, wrapping the towel around his shoulders. you clip it together and brush his hair, bucky watching you focus on his hair. 

“can i turn on some music?” bucky asked and you nodded, bucky opening his phone. “can you help me find the music app?” you laugh, swiping the screen and showing him where the spotify app was. 

“you’re such an old man” you tease, kissing his cheek. you stood back up and he turned on the playlist you made of music you like and the songs you think he would like. you mumble the words as you braid his hair, pouting a bit. “i’m gonna miss braiding your hair” 

“i can always grow it out for the winter” he smiles and you pick up the scissors, your chin on his shoulders as you look at him in the mirror. “i’m ready” 

“alriiight” you said singy-songy, standing up and putting the scissors to the top of his braid. you snipped off his braid, gasping and holding it up. “barney, look it, all your hair is gone” you smile and he blushes at the nickname. you finished cutting his hair, getting it to the short length he wanted. 

“babe.. you made me look good” his fingers ran through his short hair, unclipping the towel. you put away the scissors and hold his arm. 

“you’re so handsome either way, barney. but you do look really sexy with short hair” you sweep up the hair and throw it away, looking up at bucky who still was running his fingers through his hair. you put the broom back in the closet and stood up, flopping on the bed and turning on the tv. bucky turned off the light in the bathroom, laying on the bed in between your legs. 

your fingers ran through his hair, legs over his shoulders as you both watched the movie. bucky adjusted his head and you shivered at his scruff rubbed against your skin. “did i do something?” he turned his head, making the situation worse. 

“your scruff just tickled me” you lick your lips and his metal fingers run up and down your leg. “buck..”

“do you want me to stop?” he whispered, turning to lay on his stomach. you shook your head, bucky looking up at you as he pulled down your shorts. “you are gorgeous, doll” he mumbled, leaning forward and licking a stripe up your slit. he pushes his two fingers inside of your pussy, curling his fingers and flicking his tongue against your clit. 

“bucky.. mm.. fuck yes” you moan, gripping the bed sheets in one hand and his hair in another. your hips roll against his fingers and tongue, the pleasure foreign as you hadn’t done anything sexual with someone else for months. “buck i’m gonna cum.. fuck fuck fuck, right there” you arch your back as he picks up his pace of his fingers and tongue, looking up at you as you cum, a string of moans and profanities roll off your tongue. 

“you’re so gorgeous when you cum, doll” he wipes his mouth and you kiss him, his fingers brushing your clit and you jump. “sorry, are you alright?”

“i’m okay, j-just haven’t done that in a while” you breathe, bucky smiling and washing his hands, cleaning you up softly. you pulled up your shorts and sat up, bucky coming back into the room. “thank you, bucky”

“for?” he sat next to you, hand on your thigh. 

“taking care of me when i needed it the most. always making sure i was okay, and never really taking time for yourself. thank you for taking care of peter with me, too. he really needs someone like you in his life. and thank you for loving me” you tear up and he smiles, holding your face and wiping the one tear that ran down your face. “i love you, james”

“i love you, yn. and i promise to love you and only you for the rest of my days” he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours softly. you deepened the kiss, hugging him into you. you pull away, putting your face into his neck. bucky held onto you, rubbing his hands up your back. when he hugged you, you felt like all your pieces were together again, that bucky put you back together.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - How A Star Is Born ch.X

Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.IX

AO3 link

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Mabel, though a bit salty that her uncle would send her away from battle, quickly saw the chaos raining down on Earth and formed her own plan: find dipper and work together to save the world. Simple enough. So she used Gompers the giant goat to gallop across the valley and through the woods to Thebes, where a big goblin was smashing buildings and weirdness was torturing the Greek city, creating an apocalyptic atmosphere.

Mabel remembered where her brother’s house was and heard an old man yell as Gompers approached. She stopped the giant goat and gasped at who was at the entrance. In armor and a red cape, someone who looked a lot like her Grunkle Ford was staring at her with brown eyes that matched her own.

Stan smiled nervously and stepped forward. “Hi… Mabel, ri-...”

“GRUNKLE STAN!” Mabel cheered with tears streaming down her face and she jumped down into his arms, knocking him to the ground, but Stan just laughed and hugged his newfound niece. “I can’t believe it! I get to meet you! Hi! I’m Mabel! Hi!”

“Well, hey there, pumpkin.” Stan greeted as he hugged her and petted her long brown hair. “Grunkle, huh? I love it! Alright, lemme look at you.” He gently held her by the shoulders and grinned at the blushing muse. She glowed golden, her skin a slightly bright hue than his thanks to being immortal. “Holy Hera, you’re beautiful. You look like Ma, bless her soul. Wow… just, wow.”

Mabel brought him into another hug and whispered, “Thanks. I… I never thought I’d get to see you.”

“Mabel?” Dipper said weakly as he leaned against the doorway.

Mabel and Stan gave him their full attention, still completely ignoring the devastation taking place around them, and Mabel cried freely as she looked at her twin. “DIPPER!” She got off her knees and ran to him. He graced himself for impact, but was happily brought into a tight hug that lifted him off his feet. Clearly she had some god-like strength, too.

“Mabel… it’s great to see you…”

“I missed you, I missed you, I MISSED YOU!” Mabel yelled happily and sat him on his feet. She looked back at her great-uncle, who was on his feet and joining the niblings, and she reached out a hand for him and held Dipper’s hand. “Look at this! We’re a family again! So… how do you like each other?” She asked excitedly.

Dipper shrugged. “Fine.”

Stan chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re not still… mad about me not telling you, are you?”

“Wait… oh.” Mabel said and let her boys go and took a step back to let them talk.

“I’m just…” Dipper gritted his teeth and rubbed his forehead, his head grazing over his birthmark that looked like a kitchen dipper. “I don’t understand. Why? Why didn’t you ever tell me? Were you… Are you really that ashamed to be family?”

“No.” Stan quickly said. “No, Dipper, I… I’m proud to be your family. I am so proud of you, hero or no hero. I… I just didn’t know how to tell you. I almost did when we first met, when this scrawny but strong and smart twelve-year-old came to my doorstep, desperate to become a hero only so he could have a family again, but… I decided you were better off not knowing. You were already dealing with so much, knowing you had an uncle who was a total failure didn’t need to be one of them. 

“I’m sorry.” The old trainer of heroes said woefully. “I wish I had told you. I wish I had been more honest with you. But… kid, it doesn’t matter if I’m your uncle or not. Nothing’s changed. Not really. I’m still so proud of you and I’m still gonna do everything I can to make sure you two aren’t ever separated ever again.” Stan swore, pointing at Dipper and Mabel. “Even if it happens tomorrow or thirty years from now, I swear it’ll happen. But no matter what, you’ll always have a family, Dipper. We’ll always be a family, god or no gods, blood or no blood.”

Dipper let this soak in, then sighed and swayed a little. Really, if it wasn’t for everything going on, the big reveal probably wouldn’t have been as devastating, it was just a lot at once. “Yeah… Yeah, we will…”

Mabel’s smile dropped at seeing how pale and sickly he looked, and she rubbed his shoulders and was much more gentle with him. “Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?”

“He traded his strength away to that Bill guy.” Stan informed.

Mabel turned to look at the big goblin tearing up the city. “I’m guessing that’s why.” The young muse cracked her knuckles and grinned excitedly. “And here I thought I was gonna miss a fight! Stan, you look after Dipper, I’ll handle Ugly.” And she ran down the street for the monster.

“Mabel, no!” Dipper called after her, stepping towards her, but he tripped over his feet and Stan had to catch him.

“Easy, kid, easy. Your sis can handle this.” Stan reassured. “Check it.”

Mabel ran past people who were trying to get out of Eight Ball’s way. She slid to a stop at the town’s circle and whistled loudly. Eight Ball looked down and laughed. “A little girl?! Aw, what, are you gonna dance for me?”

Mabel growled and sneered a sly smile. “If it’ll make you happy… let’s dance!” And she pulled out her duel sword from either hip and plunged them into a green foot that was almost as big as her.

Eight Ball yelled and kicked up, sending Mabel up in the air. The goblin quickly swatted her and she was thrown against a stone wall and slid down painfully, but she staggeringly got up and resumed the fight.

“Ouch! That’s it, pumpkin, shake it off!” Stan coached.

Dipper pulled himself away from Stan and moaned, “I gotta help her…”

“Kid, you’ll die without your strength.” Stan said firmly and made Dipper sit down on a step of their home. “Just breathe and rest, okay? You’ll get your strength back in twenty-three hours.”

Dipper held his head. While so weak and in pain, it was hard for him to think. His mind was so stuffed and so full but so low on energy that he was driving himself insane, but those words created a clear path of thinking, and he shot up as an idea came to mind. “Or if you’re hurt.”

Stan raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah.”

“The deal’ll break if you’re hurt.” Dipper explained and looked around. He saw Pacifica guiding children into a house where they would be safe, and he whistled. “Paz! C’mere!”

The blonde woman looked ashamed, but did as she was told. She slowly approached the scowling old man and the weak young man as she nervously played with her hair. “Listen, I…”

“No, you listen. You owe us a favor.” Dipper panted, weak from the effort of whistling.

“Uh, okay.” Pacifica agreed.

“Punch him.” Dipper said, jabbing a thumb at Stan.

“Me?”

“Him?”

“Him.”

Pacifica shrugged. “Okay.” And she gave him a sharp left hook.

“GAH!” Stan held his cheek and rubbed. “Woman! That hurt!”

“Good!” Dipper laughed, his color instantly returning and his stance getting stronger, grinning with pride over his own cleverness. “You got hurt! The deal’s off!”

“YES!” Stan cheered and punched his shoulder, having no effect on the young hero with god-like strength. “That’s my little conman! NOW GO BEAT UP THAT GUY WITH YOU SISTER!”

Dipper nodded and ran off into battle. 

Mabel was doing a very good job of fighting off the monster, but the fight was at a stand-still. At one point the muse was in the clutches of Eight Ball, both hands trapping her as she squirmed and pulled. “I’m gonna bite your head off!” He roared.

“LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!” Dipper demanded, grabbing a lit torch, jumping off a tall building, and smacking Eight Ball in one of his weird eyes with the fire.

“GAH!” The monster dropped Mabel, who recovered by doing a flip and landed perfectly with a bend of her knee. Dipper jumped down beside her and they both smiled proudly at each other, only allowed a moment before eight Ball had recovered and roared, but one sly glance at each other and the fallen god and the young muse were ready to do battle.

They pounced on the goblin, Dipper throwing punches and Mabel using her duel swords, and they fell behind a large mountain with the beast. Stan and Pacifica gasp, the battle out of sight, and three voices yelled when large rocks from the side of the mountain fell. The audience ran closer, but stopped as they heard rustling. Preparing for the worst but praying for the best, Dipper and Mabel slowly emerged, a bit dirty but healthy nonetheless.

Stan hollered with joy as his chest swelled with pride while Pacifica clapped politely. “THAT’S MY KIDS! Alright, alright! I’m so proud of you guys!”

Dipper and Mabel grinned, but the brother looked up at the dark clouds seriously. “Bill’s still out there…”

“OH NO!” Mabel smacked her forehead. “I almost forgot! More monsters were attacking Olympus! Grunkle Ford needs our help!”

“You two go help Sixer.” Stan said and jabbed a thumb at the broken city. “I better help these guys out, tell the press what’s going on, the usual stuff.”

“You sure?” Mabel asked. “We could use your help.”

“Nah, you don’t need me.” Stan chuckled. “You both just took on a monster with your bare hands like it was nothing! Now go save the world!”

Mabel and Dipper grinned, excited to kick that demon back where he belongs, and the muse whistled for Gompers. As soon as he arrived they got up on him and galloped for the home of the gods, ready for Round 2.

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“What’s our status?!” Ford asked his best friend.

“Everyone’s bein’ turned t’stone!” Fiddleford yelled as an eyebat shined a beam down at him. “Even me!”

“NO!” Ford threw his last bolt at the eyebat, but it swerved out of the way and scooped up Fiddleford’s frozen body.

Ford looked left and right, waiting for an idea to come to him, but he was too clouded with anxiety and worry that he failed to notice the huge, now three-dimensional demon behind him. “Fordsie, I’m home.” A shrill voice sang.

“Bill?” Ford breathed, his eyes narrowing in anger and he shook with rage. He should have listened to Mabel and knew he was behind this. He growled like an angry bulldog and tried to throw a punch, but with a lift of a finger Bill had total control over Ford’s body and made him float lifelessly in front of him.

“Well well, looks like you truly are as dumb as you look. Tell me, did you really think such a powerful being would ever be friends with a six-fingered monster?” Bill laughed evilly and moved two arms close, creating lava and ice to work together to encase Ford in a stony prison. “This dimension is mine, Sixer, and it’s all thanks to you.” He said as Ford climbed and crawled to try to escape, but was steadily being encased, like quicksand. “Now all I need to do is make sure those brats stay out of my way.”

“NO! NO!” Ford screamed. “NOT MY KIDS, YOU CA-…” And he was completely covered.

“I’m the one giving orders now, Freak.” Bill sneered and sat in his new throne the eyebats had made for him, made entirely out of gods and goddesses. “And I think I’m gonna like it here.”

“Don’t get too comfortable, Bill!” A voice yelled and Bill turned red and left his throne to see behind him.

Bursting on top of the mountain, Gompers carried Dipper and Mabel, who hopped down and scowled up at the mean triangle.

“WHAAAAAAAAAT?!?! No, no no NO!” Bill roared. “Eight Ball had ONE job to do! UGH! Henchmaniacs, TAKE THEM OUT!”

The twins nodded at each other, agreeing to the plan, and Mabel gave Dipper some cover by hopping over the monsters and attacking the eyebats, stabbing them like they were meatballs. Dipper quickly hurried to the throne made of stoned gods, and used his god-like intelligence to know which god to pull loose.

After a quick analysis, Dipper gently pulled out a dark-skinned goddess with a red dress, the goddess of summer and romance, one by one all of the victims were unfrozen and the throne fell apart. Freed and ready for battle, gods pulled out their weapons and helped Mabel attack the monsters now that all of the eyebats were dead.

“YA HOO!” Fiddleford hollered and smacked little Teeth with a banjo. “Thanks, Mason!”

Dipper grinned and quickly climbed over the large pile of rock. At the top, he tore the prison apart and freed Grunkle Ford. The men had a moment much like Stan and Mabel had, simply looking at each other, until Ford blinked his eyes dry and put a six-fingered hand on each of dipper’s shoulders. “Thank you, my boy.”

Dipper felt like throwing up, but in a good way. He and Ford looked down at the glorious battle of gods defeating the monsters, and they quickly joined in.

One by one as monsters were defeated, Dipper used his super strength to pull them behind them, gathering unconscious, sagging bodies until he and Mabel were at the entrance of Olympus with their gain. Mabel swiped the Golden Rope of Truth from the goddess of summer and romance and the twins worked together to tie up the minions in a heap, and Mabel held them still while Dipper kicked so powerfully they flew all the way to the ocean and down through the little hole in space-time, which sealed instantly.

Mabel pounced on her brother, who scooped her up and hugged her tightly as everyone cheered over their victory. Ford was by their side, ruffling their hair and smiling with brown eyes full of love. “I’m so proud of you both.”

Dipper could feel all his dreams coming true, but a shrill voice rang through the dark clouds as a golden triangle fled. “Thanks a ton, freaks! But at least I got one swell consolation prize! A friend of yours, who’s dying to see me!”

The three gasp over fear of losing their missing family member forever. “STAN!”

[just-like-playing-tag]

A Letter from Norman reactions

Tonight I was feeling like reorganizing the notes I took after reading the novel for the first time. Just some random personal reactions I had after reading it; if anything catches your attention and you'd like to know more about a particular event from the novel, please feel free to ask and I'll be happy to help!!!

Under the cut because it's l o n g. That is, if Tumblr allows me to add a "read more", which has never happened before, but I'll keep hoping in it.

• Disclaimer: I'm suing anyone who ever said that the novel is all about NorEmma. I've literally put off reading it because I didn't want to get into something overly romantic while there's??? Nearly nothing about it that is romantic??????? Just a slight mention in that last chapter and that's it???????? Why are y'all like this

Prologue

• I need you all to know that the important letter™ through which Norman informed Emma about his plan starts with him describing the weather. I just think it's a relevant information.

• Ok I'm at freaking page 1 of “A letter from Norman” and. NORMAN IT'S A FREAKING LETTER TO EMMA NOT A SHAKESPEAREAN PLAY THERE'S LITERALLY NO REASON TO BE THIS POETIC

Maybe, I would get it if it was directed to Ray, but to Emma?????

Chapter 1

• Emma in 2038: Let's befriend ghosts

Emma in 2047: let's befriend demons

Seems like a logic consecution to me

• Ok but why has nobody ever mentioned the extremely precious Emma / Gilda moments in the novel???? My heart was completely melting that was the most adorable thing I've ever read??????

• The way Norman is constantly in awe of Ray is so adorable... Baby is so sweet I swear, he deserves the world

Chapter 2

• OK BUT THE SWEET EXCHANGE between Ray and Isabella before him and Emma go out at night?????? Ray is so pure is swear... He's a precious baby who didn't deserve all the shit he went through.

Reporting it in case anyone's curious; for context, Norman is sick, and Emma wants to go out look for a flower that she's read is going to help him feel better. Emma and Ray are convinced that Norman is going to die because babies are just that dramatic, and easily impressionable as well. They're seven here.

“ «Ray, I'm counting on you!»

Isabella pressed an hand on the boy's shoulder, who turned his face to her and diligently nodded, before continuing: «Differently from Emma, I don't think the flower is going to help Norman heal».

«What do you mean?»

«However, it's better than having to sit back and watch without doing anything. I too, like her, want him to heal as soon as possible.»

«Sure, I understand...» ”

NOW that hits so hard. You have to understand, this is after Ray had made the deal with Isabella. He had already started to plan the escape. In this occasion, he was on a very thin line: alone at night with Emma, outside the House, a child who knew the truth. Isabella knew those were the right conditions for him to attempt an escape, so she decided to test his loyalty; one misstep, and their deal - which was fundamental for the escape Ray was planning - would have ended.

But at the same time, Ray needed to go. Because, just like Emma, he just couldn't stand to lose Norman. And to see these three children caring so deeply about each other even at such a young age makes me honestly bawl. This is quite certainly my favorite thing from this series. And Ray deserves the world.

• Ray was so determined to save his two friends, he even considered for a moment, in the woods, to tell Emma the truth about the orphanage. I find it very nice how the novel hinted of all these times Ray almost revealed the truth, it really puts emphasis on how he was trying to find the best moment for the escape- but it also hints to how desperate he was to share this grievous burden he was forced to carry for the longest time.

• “ Ray, you must keep on living, Norman whispered to himself like a prayer. ”

I'm... I'M 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Doesn't help the fact that this bit was literally at the end of pages of Norman praising Ray and how brave he had been for so long.

• “ Nobody in the House would have wanted for Ray to pay with his life to amend the silence of all those years. ”

I love this bit. Nobody between the children ever hated Ray for speechlessly assisting to dozens of his siblings being lead to death, because they all immediately understood how much he was suffering, how powerless he must had felt, and also, even though it only led to him being even more hurt, how deeply he loved them all. It's really nice to realize that no children ever hated Ray- no one besides from himself. His siblings love him unconditionally, and that's precisely what he deserves 🤧🤧💕💕💕

• Norman: *adventures in a detailed description of Ray's features and gestures for no other apparent reason than the fact that he finds him pretty*

Chapter 3

• Ok I know people use to see Ray and Susan's interactions under the light of Ray having a crush on her but honestly? I think they make the cutest brotp. I never knew how much I needed Ray-having-an-older-sister content untill now.

• For real though!! What hits you really hard is to find out, even though he would had never ever showed it, how desperate he was to have somebody care about him, and to be loved. He literally grieves for losing someone that looks after him and is there to check on him in his lowest days- we know it's the thing Isabella never gave him. Man, this boy didn't deserve all the shit that happened to him. Tpn may have become an old known story for me, but Ray's sufferings in his early age will never stop tearing my heart apart.

• Ok, I wasn't ready for all this angst on Ray's part. I mean, I obviously know GF were hard times for him, but I didn't expect for him to take over the pov. Sis, how wrong I was. Now I'm crying.

• Coming to the realization that Ray's initial plan actually was to bring everyone in the escape, but he clearly had to give up on it after having realized it would have been impossible to save them 🥺🥺🥺

(I mean it was not impossible. He believed it was. But it wasn't.)

• Ok but. The last part of the Ner chapter. I really don't want to spoil it for anyone because it really was a beautiful chapter but I really need to say: Emma and Norman. The way it wasn't just Ray always being there for them, protecting them from afar; no matter their blissful ignorance, they have always been there for him too. They never abandoned that lonely boy, and they made it so that he could have a last reason not to give up. A single, dim light of hope in that pitch black, devastating world he was born in. I may or may not be crying my eyes out.

(Btw I had written this before the Ray special chapter came out, and it's kinda funny to look back at it now)

• The thing with the Ner chapter is: you enter in it after reading two chapters of normal, wholesome children's stories. There's a dark undertune in it, but it's very subtle and it doesn't interfere with the happy, cheerful atmosphere of these children facing adventures together with each other. But then the Ner chapter strikes, and the Ray pov arrives, and it's like being beaten with a bat in the stomach several times. Deep down, you had always known it; but you suddenly realize that all these children are going to die. And, even worse, there's one child who knows. There's one child who has to assist to everything powerlessly. There's one child, one freaking-nine-years-old who knows that all his siblings are going to die, and there's nothing he can do. That a single mistake could ruin the chances of making just two of his siblings survive, which is everything he's hanging to right now. One child who only needs to be loved. Well that... That hits hard.

Me expressing my thoughts: girl this form is shit you can't write something that is understandable to save your life can you

• Also can we please appreciate Norman taking so long to get out of the forest as it's a recurrent characterizzation of his character to be desperately willing to live just *French chef kiss*

• I really like how the novel underlined how Norman's choice of sacrificing himself corresponded to a betrayal toward his friends (when you think about it, Emma definitely felt betrayed). It's almost like in his last moments Norman chose to switch roles with Ray, taking on his shoulders the burden of being both the traitor and the sacrifice.

Chapter 4

• Norman: * “ He instinctively closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the sweet memory of that time he understood how deeply loved he was. ” *

Somewhere, Ray: Can't relate

• Emma: Norman, what you want to do when you grow up?

Norman: It's a secret.

Me:

• “ Ray woke up before everyone, as usual. ”

A remarkable detail. You'd think Ray, as a good depressed person as he is, would sleep more than the average. The truth is: he doesn't sleep at all.

• Norman: There's... Another person I like

Me:

• OK NOW WHY did none tell me about the nine (9) lines of Norman / Don interacting it was worth reading the novel solely for that.

• WHY DID NONE TELL ME ABOUT DON ALMOST STRANGLING NORMAN AND MAKING HIM LITERALLY PASS AWAY IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH READING THE NOVEL SOLELY FOR THAT

• Reading about Conny being there hurts a lot but reading about Sadie and Hao brings up a totally different kind of pain. Also who the hell is Cindy?

• Norman: Oh yes, Emma and Ray, my most dear friends, my closest siblings, the reason I wake up in the morning, my only reason to live, the ones I'd entrust my life with,

Also Norman: Dunnot in the last thirteen hours and six minutes they have been acting pretty sus, I'm kinda sure they're betraying me somehow ://

• “ «I agree, but it feels like you've fallen down a rabbit hole. You're restless, you constantly look off...» said the raven haired boy, distorting his mouth in an hardly intelligible grimace and giving his friend a meaningful look.

«Norman, about that mysterious girl...»

«No, you're mistaken! I...»

Norman, filled with frustration, raised up his voice, starting to lose the coolness that was usually characteristic of him.

«But I haven't said anything yet!»

That being said Ray, with slightly mocking doing, turned on his feet and went away, leaving Norman like that. ”

I LOVE THIS BIT SO INEXPLICABLY MUCH I'm always *so* in for Oreo finishing each other sentences / reading each other's thoughts. Here, Norman answered Ray's question before he could even expose it, because he already knew what it would have been. Equally, Ray knew what Norman was going to say even though he cut his answer halfway through.

I love how much on the same page they are, they really... Totally and fully understand each other even without words, and I find it so sweet. Seriously, their dynamic is so wholesome

• Norman's last birthday gift: the thing that matters the most to him: his family's happiness

Emma's reward: the thing that matters the most to her: her family's happiness

Some things hit harder than others.

• I don't know like. When you read the novel after the series has ended, everything hurts so much more, because you know these are all memories Emma has lost forever.

• So you made colorful clothing by "coloring old clothes"? Have fun realizing y'all have celebrated Norman's birthday wearing your dead siblings' clothes

Bonus this epic note I randomly took I completely forgot the context of:

• Isabella is a bitch. I don't give a fuck about your dramatic past woman, leave that boy alone

(When the protect Ray mood hits™)

[hardyimagines]

Big Mouth

Hiya! First of all, I love your writing, you're without a doubt one of the best Tom Hardy writers out there imo!! I've been having some really big Ron Kray feels lately so I wanted to send you a quick request (: I know it's pretty out of character but I really would love a fic of Ron with a really shy/quiet gf who gets threatened by their enemies or smth and he just gets really protective (I'm a sucker for protective fics) and comforts her. Thank you! (X

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The club was empty. The silence almost deafening as you sat in one of the stools that bordered the bar. The countertop was sticky beneath your forearms, clinging to your bare skin each time you’d accidentally fold your arms and make the mistake of pressing them against the counter. Your lips twitched south into a frown, eyes lifting to the other side of the counter to inspect the length of it. There was a tub of ice. A sink, crammed pack with empty glass dishes. You pondered briefly lifting yourself up and off of the stool so you could move around the counter and wash off your sticky skin, but you didn’t think it polite to go somewhere you didn’t normally. This wasn’t your club, it was your boyfriend’s and his brother’s.

The door in the corner opened and the handsome man, you were lucky to call your’s, emerged. He was dressed down in a pair of dark trousers with a white button-down and a pair of suspenders. His coat was discarded on a table in the middle of the room, wrinkled and draped partially over one chair. His hands were folded over his chest, pinning the black tie he wore to the front of his chest as he sent a glare toward the room. You couldn’t see the remainder of those inside, but you could see Ron clearly and he didn’t look happy. His hand lifted to his glasses, adjusting the thick edge of the frame before he nudged it up and into its rightful place on his nose. You looked toward him, studying his features. His plump lips were always eye-catching, so pink and full. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the space below his forearms, leaving you with a beautiful view of the visible veins that lined his soft skin. He wore a silver bracelet on one wrist and a black watch on the other, a ring circling each of his pointer fingers and one silver ring on his pinky. You lifted your gaze back to his face and shyly straightened because now he was looking at you.

“Alright?” He spoke up huskily, lowly, as if he didn’t want to be heard speaking too loud. You nodded your head once before leaning toward him, small hands fisting in your lap against the navy blue skirt you wore.

“My arms got a little.. sticky.. because of the counter.” Your innocent expression and soft voice made the tough exterior he had on display drop away in the slightest. With the tip of his boot, he knocked the door shut and made his way toward you to further inspect what you were on about. His warm hands lifted to your arms, pads of his thick fingers gliding along your dirty skin.

“Leaned in all the fucking mess, didn’t you?” He shook his head before slowly drawing you off of the stool. The height difference between the pair of you always stunned him. There was a strain forming in his neck muscles because of how often he had his head tipped south to view you. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” His hand slid around to the back of the light-colored blouse you wore. Guiding you around the bar counter and toward the sink, he turned the handle so warm water spewed from the faucet. He stuck his fingers beneath the liquid, ensuring it wouldn’t burn you before he kissed the top of your head and moved away from you so he could rummage through the cupboards in search of a bar of soap. You watched him momentarily before slowly sticking your arms beneath the water. Using your fingers to scrub at the liquor on your flesh, you let out a quiet hum and then a light sound of frustration. Ron curled his fingers around the bottle of liquid soap before moving back up behind you and reaching around your form. “Here, love.” You rotated your arms, forearms up, so he could apply some soap to your skin. He set the soap down, hands lifting to your small shoulders before he let his fingers glide down and along your arms, all the way down to wear you hadn’t begun scrubbing just yet. He took over. His thumbs brushed along the soap, repeatedly working into your flesh so he could remove the alcohol that stained your skin. You tipped your head back, ogling him with a slow, appreciative smile. You didn’t need him to help you wash up, but the fact that he’d done so without a care in the world, made you feel all warm and giddy.

The door in the corner opened and Albie poked his head out. His fingers lifted to his face, brushing along his chin before he ushered over his shoulder. “Reg wants you back in here, Ron.” His eyes flickered to you, smiling apologetically. “Won’t be much longer, I don’t think, Richardson’s boys are gettin’ a bit antsy.”

Ron let out a low grumble before moving his hands under the water so he could wash off the soap. Drawing back, he leaned over and pressed his lips against your cheek, lingering before he moved his lips to the corner of your own. You turned your head, lips parting so you could usher him along, but he pressed his mouth against yours and you were left to whimper, turning completely toward his body so you could kiss him thoroughly.

Ron let the kiss linger for as long as you wanted. He set his damp hands on your curvy hips, slowly beginning to draw you into his chest. The kiss deepened the longer that your lips stayed connected and because you felt too shy to pull away first, you wrapped your arms very slowly around his middle and relished in the feeling of his mouth moving against yours.

Albie let out a quiet sigh before looking back into the room. His eyes locked on to Reggie’s, ushering him over. Reggie didn’t hesitate. He brushed his fingers along the length of his jaw before moving toward the doorway.

“Ron?” He growled, the second that his eyes latched on to the pair of you. “Mate, I need you in here.” Ron lifted his finger, telling his brother to just wait for a second. His hand then lifted to the back of your thick locks, stroking them lazily before he brought the kiss to a close. Adjusting his glasses because they’d once again fallen down the bridge of his nose, he motioned for you to carry on with washing your arms before he twisted around and headed for the room. Reggie sighed quietly before looking toward you with a reassuring smile. He didn’t mean to snatch his brother away for meetings like the one taking place, but he was needed — especially when important things were being said.

Albie closed the door quietly, leaving you alone on your own once again. Twisting the little silver handle to turn off the water once you’d finished cleaning up, you grasped some napkins from the corner and dried off the length of your wet skin. The paper towel in your hand shriveled the further that you wet it so when it was no longer useable, you tossed it into the black bin in the corner. The lid was propped open so the napkin fell inside willingly.

Moving out from behind the bar, you dropped down on the cushion you’d been perched on before and let your eyes roam the interior of the club. It was filthy, in desperate need of a thorough scrub. The floors were gross, covered in spilled drinks just like the counter and the tables had so many bottles and glasses on the surfaces, you had an urge to help clean. Why not help take some of the stress off of your boyfriend’s shoulders?

The little voices in your head told you to just sit still. Stay in place. Ron was a big boy and he could handle cleaning up. You were positive that they had someone come in in the mornings to clean up the mess from the previous night anyway. Lifting your hand to your neck, you scratched it lazily before heaving a quiet sigh. Rotating around on the stool, you hunched over the bar and lifted another napkin. Balancing on the rail of the stool, you turned on the sink and wet the napkin just enough so that you could wipe down the counter in the spot where you were sat. You didn’t want to end up with sticky forearms again.

The door in the corner opened and who was the first to pile out?

A small man with a big head emerged from the room first. He had a sickening smile and a head full of blonde hair, greasy and in desperate need of a wash. His blue eyes fell to your bum, evident and on display as you leaned over the bar to continue to wet the towel — clearly oblivious to his sudden appearance.

“Fuckin’ hell.” The accent was thick. You felt uncomfortable because of his words and even more uncomfortable when you rotated around to inspect him. His eyes hadn’t lifted from your rear. Dropping back down in the chair, you let a little frown slide across your lips. Ron was nowhere in sight. Neither was Reggie. Nor Albie. Your eyes moved from his face to the next man’s and then the next.. they were all Richardson’s men.

Ron was sat at the table in the corner, fingers pinched around the cigar in his hand as he listened intently to what Reggie had to say. His brother was sat with his legs spread wide and his hands banging lightly against the table to mark each and ever one of his points. Albie was stood by the table, hands in his pockets as he listened in. He was oblivious to the fact that Jack was ushering the men out of the back and directly through the room you were sat in — all on your own. Ron sighed heavily, hand pressing against his forehead before he pushed his chair back. “Alright, mate, as fun as it is, yeah, sitting here and talking about all the stressful shit that we’ve got to worry about. I am in need of some food, right, and a hot shower. Gonna get going, take the girl on home.” He murmured before laying his hand on his brother’s shoulder, patting it.

You shuffled your weight on the stool before sliding off of the seat. Making movement to get behind the bar, you stiffened when a man at the front with gray hair and a snaggle tooth lunged toward you. He locked your wrist in his tight grip and held you in place.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this, all on your own?” You lowered your hand to gently push his away. You didn’t want to be rude. You didn’t want to upset the blokes. You didn’t even know them. But you didn’t want to just stand as stiff as a board.

“Look at her, she’s shaking.” Another piped up with a snarl and then a husky laugh. Your body felt hot and your lower lip was beginning to tremble unnoticeably. You clamped your teeth down on the pink flesh, gnawing on it to try and hide how uncomfortable you were beginning to feel.

“She has to be Reggie’s little playmate. After what happened to Frances, he’s bound to be looking for someone to distract him.” Your eyes darted from man to man, heart aching at the words they said. But you didn’t have the bravery to confront them. You didn’t have the bravery to defend your boyfriend’s brother. You felt like you were suffocating in the small space. You wanted to spit in the man’s face, tell him that you were actually dating Ron.

“She ain’t Ron’s, he’s a fucking poof.” The grey-haired man sneered. Your hand stung at the thought. You wanted to slap the man so hard your hand would burn. You shut your eyes and clenched your jaw when the bloke stood directly against you placed his hand on your stomach. “Wonder if Reggie don’t mind sharing?” He whispered before leaning in and placing his lips against your ear. His breath made you want to gag. You hardly turned your head to the side before he grasped ahold of your face and yanked it back toward his own. Your eyes were watery, glistening with fear, but deep down you knew the man wouldn’t do much else than this. The Kray’s were in the room right there, they’d kill him if he dared move that hand any higher.

Or maybe they’d kill him for even daring to approach you.

The look on Ron’s face when he emerged was enough to make you cower in place for the rest of the men in the room. Nobody warned the bloke with his hands on you, for there wasn’t really any time. Ron had a quick stride, breathing like an angry bull as he stomped up behind the bloke and wrapped his hands in the collar of his shirt. He hauled him back and threw him against the floor, hands curling eagerly into tight fists.

Reggie stepped up though, hand pressing against Ron’s chest. “Easy,” He growled out. “Hang on, yeah, calm down.” Patting his brother’s shoulder, he attempted to try and make Ron see the bigger picture — and that was that they really didn’t need any violence to arise right now. Not after what they’d just been discussing in the room about truces and common ground. The look in Ron’s eye, though, told his brother that he didn’t care about anything that had just been said or agreed on.. he wanted the bloke on the floor to suffer for placing his hand on you. He hadn’t heard much of what had been said — but maybe that was a good thing. You shivered by the bar before slowly inching away from the group of men and toward the farthest side of the counter. Ron was oblivious. All he saw was red. Everything sounded garbled and distorted. He could only focus on what he wanted right now — and with that in mind, he pushed past his brother and toward the man on the floor. Dragging him up just enough, he sent his fist into the side of the man’s face, ring indenting in his flesh before he repeated the motion. Reggie licked his lips, unsurprised in the slightest that Ron hadn’t listened. He set his hands on his hips before looking toward Big Pat who was stood with his arms folded over his chest, waiting to be instructed in escorting everyone out. The second he was summoned, he set his hand on the pocket of his jacket, ready to withdraw his revolver if need be.

“Alright, fucking bastards, you know where the exit is.” His words were whispered under his breath, hand ushering and urging each of them toward the door in the corner, everyone apart from the man at Ron’s mercy. Ron had his teeth bared and his eyes were so angry. He looked like a completely different person. Reggie exhaled quietly before looking toward you. He didn’t understand how a relationship had formed between you and his brother. You were the complete opposite of the man.

Ron was angry, mean, big, hateful. He didn’t care about anyone or anything — apart from his family, and you. He held no pity for anyone else in the world. No sympathy. He was off his fucking rocker, as Reggie had once been told. A crazy man, capable of doing so much damage.

You were sweet. Innocent. Pure. Small. Too good for the world you lived in. You cared about too many people, your heart surely didn’t have room for anyone else. You held so much sympathy for the silliest things, Reggie was astounded you’d ever even bothered to talk to Ron. How could someone so good love someone so bad?

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Months and months ago...

The rain fell heavily, soaking whoever dared venture out in it and whoever had already been out, daring to walk beneath the dark clouds which were bound to open at any second. You’d dipped into the first building you’d come across, wet from head to toe. Your clothing was stuck to your body, glued to you. Your hair was wet, flat, and you should’ve been frustratingly uncomfortable. But you’d entered the shop with a wide grin, a very soft, sweet expression that had lured Ron in from the second you’d said hello.

“I’m so sorry to barge in.. are you open?” The room was empty. Nobody inside apart from the twins. Ron was at a table, sorting through the money and Reggie was at the bar, inspecting the inventory of alcohol. The men were speechless. The door should’ve been locked.

Reggie opened his mouth to say no, but Ron beat him to it. He was at least going to offer you the shelter despite the fact that their club was, in fact, closed, but Ron didn’t seem, at first, like he was going to offer the same thing. The rain was falling so heavily, Reggie didn’t think you’d even be able to see where you were going. And nobody else would be open at this hour. The Kray’s had just closed.

“No. You’d best be on your way out.” Ron uttered, voice muffled by the cigar he held between his lips. He looked over his shoulder, inspecting you as you pried at a little twig stuck in your hair. You sent him a very kind smile, an apologetic one that told him you understood. No fighting, no questions, no pleading to wait out the storm. You merely tipped your head and tried to apologize again for intruding. Ron hated the little pricks of guilt that stung his heart. He rarely ever felt them. But when you opened the door and he was forced to listen to the heavy pelts of rain beating against the pavement, he halted you. “You know,” He called out. “you’d be a bit foolish if you actually left. You’ll catch your death out there.” He uttered nonchalantly before looking back toward the money. Reggie didn’t say a word. He was stunned his brother had told you to get out, basically, and then had invited you to stick around all because you weren’t fussing. He shook his head before moving out from behind the counter.

“Sit down if you’d like, yeah, can I get you anything to drink or...?” Your head shook softly. You didn’t want to be difficult and you certainly hadn’t selected their establishment in hopes of getting any sort of beverage out of it. You adjusted your wet blouse before looking toward your hands. You approached the chairs in the corner, shyly lowering yourself down into one. Ron kept a close eye on you from his peripheral, noting the way you sat down, stayed quiet and didn’t dare do or say anything impolite. He tongued his cheek. A lot of women who wound up here talked the Kray’s ears off or babbled about the changes they could make to the club. He found himself growing to be just a little interested in you, but not enough to strike up a conversation, just enough to ogle you discreetly.

He had no idea that the quiet gal sat to his left, at a table all on her own, would soon become someone that he wouldn’t be able to get off of his mind — and would make a permanent place in his heart.

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Ron was stood behind the bar, washing the blood off of his knuckles. You were pretty sure his pointer finger was broken, for it was crooked and the ring he wore didn’t look straight. Your touch was gentle as you brushed your fingers along his wrist, doing your best to help clean him up, like he’d done for you earlier.

Reggie was outside, tending to the bleeding body which had been left behind. He wrote a note and shoved it into the bloke’s pocket, reminding Charlie that if he didn’t want his men to be returned to him damaged, they should really watch their mouths and really watch they put their hands.

“Does that hurt?” You asked very softly. He almost hadn’t heard you. His knuckle was purple and already bruising. Drawing his hand toward you, you did your best to wipe off all the blood without causing him any pain. Ron’s eyes were glued to you, heart skipping a beat each time you glanced up at him.

“M’sorry I left you on your own.” He grumbled out before moving his hand to rest on your arm. “Didn’t even know the blokes had left the room, until I glanced over my shoulder and they’d all piled out.” He let out a quiet sigh before pulling you toward him so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders. “He didn’t.. hurt you?”

Your head shook lightly. “He just said things.” You told him quietly. Your jaw was actually a little sore from the grip that the man had had, but you didn’t want to be too whiny.

“Things worth repeating?” Ron inquired. His hand moved from your shoulders, down and around to your waist. He pulled you in until your chest bumped his own, blue eyes unmoving from your own.

“No..” You whispered softly.

He could see you were still shaken up. Whether it was from what was said or how you were touched, he didn’t know. But he did know that you weren’t good with words, he had to read you in order to understand you — and lucky for him, you tended to wear your heart in the watery pools on your face. Leaning forward, he stole a very delicate kiss from you.

“Let’s get you home, mh?” He knew you felt just a little safer when you were in a space that you felt comfortable in. His hand fell to your own, locking around it tenderly.

“Could I.. um..” It took you a moment to speak, but he didn’t rush you. Leading you out from behind the bar, he grasped his coat off of the table and drew it on to his body. Retrieving yours from the rack in the corner, he drew it on to your shoulders and fastened the front closed. “stay around yours tonight?”

It was very rare for you to spend the night with Ron. He was hardly ever home to sleep, but when he was, he made sure to tell you. Tonight, there was no indication that he’d even be there, but because of how shaken you were, he’d make sure he was by your side for as long as you wanted him to be. Everything between the pair of you was actually quite innocent, he was never rough or harsh with you. Even sex. He was a lot more gentle with you than he’d ever been with another human being in all his life. He didn’t ever want to cause you any harm.

“You don’t have to ask me.” He whispered before guiding you out of the club. His hand was secure around your own, gentle as he held you close.

“I know.. I just..” You looked up at the man. Smiling shyly because you knew that you didn’t have to voice your thoughts any further, you pulled your bottom lip in and stared down at the rocky pavement.

Ron was entirely too good to you. He was always so patient, understanding.. he was a meanie to most, but he was so sweet to you. Your heart hurt a lot of the time because you didn’t actually understand how it was possible to love someone so much.

The walk to his home was quiet. Reggie had stayed back behind at the club with Albie and he’d probably be there for another few hours, tending to what still needed to be finished. Your arms swung between the pair of you, voices soft when you’d talk, but for the most part you didn’t say too much. He wasn’t much of a talker unless he was mad and you weren’t much of a talker in general.

Ron slipped the key to the door in the slot before twisting it and unlocking the small house. Nudging the door open, he waited for you to step inside before he followed along behind. Shutting the door quietly, he locked it back before setting his keys on the little table in the corner. Drawing off his jacket, he hung it on the hooks that were nailed in the wall before he did the same to yours once you’d rolled it off your shoulders. Following you toward the flight of stairs, he let out a heavy grunt now and then, hands locked around the rails at he ascended the flight behind you.

The house was always warm. Cozy. And it smelled like honey and maple. You brushed your fingertips along the wallpaper, stroking the length of it with a lazy smile before you turned the handle and opened Ron’s door. Moving into the room, you brushed your hands off on your blouse before dropping down on the edge of his bed. He moved in directly behind you, closing the door the second he was inside. A little yawn left his lips, a sound that made you feel all gooey because he managed to make something so simple, so cute. The man pulled off his glasses and set them on the vanity in the corner before beginning to unbutton the front of his shirt. The material was stained with blood, splatters of it marking the fabric. He needed to put it in the wash as soon as possible because he didn’t have many white shirts. He let the fabric hang open, completely unbuttoned, leaving the front of his chest on display as he moved around the room. You bit your cheek softly, attempting to keep your eyes anywhere apart from the soft, muscular skin usually tucked away behind the thin material.

The bed was comfy as you adjusted yourself on the edge of it. It creaked beneath the shift in weight, drawing Ron’s attention to you. “Feeling alright, yeah, not too shaken up?” The man paused beside the vanity and used the two of one shoe to press against the heel of the other. Drawing off each of them, he kicked them into the corner before moving toward you. The space between your knees was barely visible, but Ron took it upon himself to kneel down in front of you and rest directly in front of your legs. “You know that I’d never let anybody hurt you?” He whispered. The words were comforting, they left you feeling giddy and warm. You nodded simply to his words before lifting your hands to his strong shoulders. Stroking them slowly, you studied your handsome boyfriend before leaning in and pressing a very light kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I know..” your voice was hardly audible.

“S’a bit weird. Going from a life where I didn’t really give anybody the time of day, yeah.. and now you’re here and I can’t seem to think about anything apart from you.” He murmured. Laying his hands on your sides, he used his broad body to wiggle himself forward and between your knees. You inhaled breathily, taking your time to open your legs and allow him to get as close as he possibly could. He locked you in a secure embrace, pink lips brushing along your chin. “I love you, you know, I’m.. I can’t think of what life would be like if I didn’t have you.”

“Quieter.” You joked with a giggle. Cupping his cheeks, you traced the underside of his eyes with your thumbs, admiring him and the little smile that tickled his lips. Ron let out a soft snort before pushing himself in even closer. Laying his head against your chest, he shut his eyes. “I love you too.” You responded after a few moments. Laying your hand on the back of his head, you brushed through his strands, caressing them before you shut your eyes and savored the moment.

“The Richardson’s, right, they think you’re just some.. toy that they can play with. I don’t want you ever letting any of them get too close. You call for me. Always. Alright? I’ll come running.” He frowned before drawing back so he could stare up at you. He wasn’t sure why you hadn’t shouted for him earlier, at the club, but he was sure it had something to do with a block being in your throat and your anxiety preventing you from calling out to him. He didn’t blame you. He just wanted to remind you. He was just a shout away. He stole a very gentle kiss before lifting himself up and off of the ground. “I need a shower, love, so you can stay here, mh? Or you can join me.” His eyes were honest, shimmering with his feelings as you scanned his gaze. He truthfully didn’t mind if you just wanted to lay down and get some rest, but he wasn’t surprised when you stood from the bed and locked your tiny form around his own, a sign that you were indeed joining him for a shower.

Ron couldn’t help the smile that agitatingly tugged at his lips. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t prevent the stupid twitch of his lips from happening. He led you out of the bedroom and into the door across the hall. The bathroom was so bright, but it was because everything inside was such a clean-colored white. Pristine. Ron leaned into the shower, twisting the nozzle so that the hot water fell from the showerhead. He drew off his shirt, tossing it into the dirty cloths basket in the corner before he got to work on his trousers. You were unmoving, fingers nervously fisting in the front of your blouse before you swallowed down the nerves and did your best to undress... but at a very very slow pace. Ron was in his boxers before you’d even wiggled out of your shirt. It was no secret that you liked for him to do the undressing because it somehow took the pressure off of you, so when you shrunk toward him, he asked no questions. His fingers curled in your blouse, rolling the material up and along your tummy before he drew it off of you completely and tossed it in the same bin. Beneath his stare of approval, you couldn’t help but grow just a little more confident. He leaned down, catching your lips in the middle for a slow kiss, as his hands fell to the zip on your skirt, pulling it down so you could shrug the material down and off of your hips and thighs. The pair of you were locked around each other before you could get out of your underwear, so Ron didn’t hesitate at all before scooping you up and into his arms as if you were nothing but a toddler. He cradled you with so much easy, strong hips steadying you as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a monkey. He stepped under the hot water, allowing it to soak your underwear along with his own. He didn’t care. The fabric was getting washed anyway.

You fisted your hands in the back of his hair and pressed your lips, wet from the pouring water, against his own. Smiling into his gentle pecks, you let out a breathy hum before moving your face to the side so you could bury it into his neck. Throughout the course of the shower, he knew things would grow to be heated and the clothing that was still stuck to your bodies would eventually been discarded on the tile. Right now, he knew you just wanted to be held. Loved on. Protected. And he didn’t blame you in the slightest. He’d never let anyone or anything hurt you in anyway.. things had only happened earlier because Jack, of all people, had let the fucking men out and into the main portion of the club where they were not meant to be. Ron was going to be extra alert from now on. His hands brushed along your back, stroking it lazily as he stained the memory of your little form locked around his own in his brain. He never wanted to forget times like this.. they were so simple. So boring, probably. But they meant everything to him. It was such a private moment, one that he cherished. He’d never be able to voice how much he truly loved you because the words to describe something so indescribable just didn’t exist. But he loved you. That was the most he could say. He loved you. And he’d protect you forever.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Looney toon love; Joe Mazzello x reader drabble

*Author’s note*

This is probably the shortest drabble of our baby Joey that I will ever write. Now in case the title doesn’t give you a clue, this was after watching some OLD OG Looney toons cartoons and everytime I watch a Pepe Le Pew cartoon I can’t help but imagine Joe literally acting like Le Pew before his gf/wifey just to be a goofball (or more of a goofball than he already is) but I hope you all enjoy this little drabble eitherway :)

No warnings just nothing but TEETH-ROTTING FLUFF of both lover boy Joey and domestic daddy!Joey.

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It was like any other Saturday morning in the Mazzello household.  (Y/n) had stepped outside to do some errands leaving the Mazzello men to their own devices.  And like most boys (well we can consider Joe a man-child at this point) were watching old Looney toon cartoons.

Right now the cartoon that was playing was a Wild E. Coyote and Roadrunner cartoon. Wile E. Coyote once again tried to catch the roadrunner by setting up a trap with birdseed as a distraction on one end of the see-saw before sending down a heavy anvil on the other side sending the roadrunner up to him on the cliff.

But as we always know his plans backfire for as soon as the anvil went down, all it did was jump right back up and land right on Wile E’s head.  Both Mazzello boys laughed and little five year old Joey Mazzello IV said.

“That silly coyote doesn’t know when to give up, does he daddy?”

“No he does not.” Said Joe.  After a few more failed attempts the cartoon ended and soon a Pepe Le Pew cartoon came on, which got Joe all excited.  “Oh yes! Now we’re getting to a good one.”

“But daddy these one’s always got kissing in it!” exclaimed little Joey.

“One day when you’re older, you’ll see that kissing isn’t so bad. As long as you ask for consent.”

“No way! Kissing is nasty, girls always got cooties!”

“Your mommy kisses you all the time, do you get cooties from her?” asked Joe as he looked down at his son judgingly.

“No she has mommy cooties, those are different.”

“Since when?”

“Since forever keep up with the times daddy!”

“Kids today. Always coming up with new words and things that make life so much more difficult.” Joe muttered as he playfully rolled his eyes.

Once the cartoon was done, Joe turned off the TV which made little Joey complain.

“No, no you mommy would kill me if she saw you just sitting around watching cartoons. Besides we promised we’d help clean up the house while she was gone this morning.”

“But work’s never fun!” whine Joey.

“I know little man, but hey first one to win gets to have a jumbo size ice cream Sunday for breakfast.” At hearing that, little Joey ran off to grab the cleaning supplies making Joe laugh and mutter, “Ahh works every time.”

As the two of them were going about dusting the main floor, little Joey soon got a mischievous idea.  He slowly crept up towards his dad, very silent and sneaky before standing just behind him as his dad was dusting off the entertainment center.  It was then the five year old cried out the famous roadrunner “BEEP-BEEP!” which scared the shit out of Joe.

Little Joey fell against the couch laughing his little butt off and that’s when Joe said.

“Ohh I see? Play your game that way huh? Well you know what the roadrunner gets?”

“To always escape from you. Beep-beep!” He then raced around the house with his dad chasing after him.  But of course with real life, the way things in cartoons don’t play out here so when Joe managed to cut off little Joey’s escape route, he picked his son up, tossed him in the air before power-bombing him to the couch.

“Nope. They get a punishment from the tickle monster!” Joe then began to tickle his son which cause little Joey to squirm begging for his daddy to stop.  It was at that time (y/n) came in carrying some groceries to hear her son laughing.

She set the groceries down and looked into the living room to see the love of her life playfully tickling their son on the couch.

“I thought you said you’d be cleaning the house by the time I got back?” she lectured. Hearing the sound of his wife’s voice, Joe’s head perked up and he quickly trudged towards her and dipped her making her exclaim out.

“Darling you have found me.” Joe spoke in probably the worst French accent she had ever heard. Joe gave her wet and frantic kisses all over her cheek before continuing, “Now that we are reunited, we shall never depart again. You are the peanut, I am the brittle and together, we make a concoction of love.” He kissed all over her face once more as she squirmed in his arms.

“Joey please!” she laughed as she tried to break free. “We’re you both watching Looney Toons again?” she managed to speak through her giggles as Joe kept giving her wet kisses all over her face before finally managing to push his face aside.

“So what if we were?” he spoke in his normal accent.

“You know how I feel about that show.”

“Oh c’mon it’s a classic! My brother and I watched all the time growing up and look how we turned out. It’s not gonna affect our little Joey bug.”

“Oh I’m not worried about little Joey watching it, I was referring to you. Especially when you watch Pepe Le Pew.”

“Now, now my darling you are just saying that. When deep down you know I am the world’s greatest lover!”

“Joe not in front of the boy.” She hissed lowly. Finally she managed to escape his grasp before finally going up to her son. “C’mon sweetie, why don’t you help mommy with the groceries? And get away from your silly father.”

“Yeah daddy’s always silly.”

“Moi? I can’t help it if I—as they say have fallen for you, no?” he spoke the last part in his French accent again which caused (y/n) to just laugh.

“You are so ridiculous Joseph Francis Mazzello III.”

“Ahh but you fell in love with me, didn’t you?”

“I suppose.” Joe hopped right onto his feet and kissed his wife on her lips. “C’mon. I’ll need both my boys to help me with the groceries.” As she carried her son into the kitchen, Joe merrily hopped behind her much like Pepe does after Penelope.

As the Mazzello’s were putting away the groceries, Joe noticed the patches of carrots and couldn’t help himself.  He took one carrot out of the packet and went up to his wife as she was putting away the pop-tarts and cereal for their son.

“Ehhh, what’s up doc?” she turned around and playfully giggled seeing her husband munch on a carrot and do his best Bug Bunny impersonation.

“Not much, just watching my goofball of a husband getting distracted once more.”

“As I said before, I can’t help it. You’re beautiful…..” he pecked her lips before continuing out “Darlin.”

“What am I ever gonna do with you Joe?”

“Well you already married me, not much else you can do.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close.  He then Eskimo kissed her before resuming helping her with the groceries.

After all the groceries were put aside, she decided that cleaning could be hold off at least for today since it was Saturday and Saturdays were meant for cartoons so she turned the TV back on and all three members of the household gathered around the couch for a long morning of Saturday cartoons.

As little Joey sat between his mom and dad Joe just couldn’t believe how lucky he was to not only get the girl of his dreams, but have the chance to become a father himself.  Their son was like a gift from heaven, a gift from his late father and he wished that little Joey got the chance to meet his grandfather.

“You okay babe?” asked (y/n).

“Yeah just….thinking.”

“About?”

“How much I love you and our son.” She smiled and said.

“Well there is something you got that Le Pew never got.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“His one true love.” She kissed Joey’s cheek and he grinned as he pulled his wife close and kissed the top of her head as the two turned their attention back to the TV.

[freddiesaysalright]

(you know how much i'm so weak with what you write with Gwilym so i have an other request with him) you are his gf, and you work in a bar, you don't know it but he wanted to surprise you and pick you up at your work. when he arrived he didn't know that some guys were saying bad things about you and critiquize you and in front of you. and you left to change because you were finished, and when you went to leave your work they continued, which did not please Gwil at all. 1/2

a little moment later when you are back at home you throw yourself on your bed and you cry and explain after Gwil that you are reliving what you lived younger and you lost all confidence in yourself. 2/2 (The last things is what i live, i live bullying for 9 years, and lost all confidence in me. and you write is a real escape for me ❤)

You’re so sweet, friend. I hope you enjoy this one :)

It was a slow night at the bar. There were only a few patrons, spread out across the chairs, and most of them were alone except for a pair of businessmen sitting together. They were clearly having a meeting since they had ordered food as well as drinks. You walked over to close the tab for a middle aged woman who was a regular.

“Thanks for stopping by, Alice,” you said sweetly as you slid her card back to her. “It’s always good to see you.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she replied. “You make a martini like no one else.”

She waved goodbye and you went over to the businessmen.

“How is everything for you gentlemen?” you asked.

“It’s okay,” one answered. “Only my meal came out lukewarm.”

“And you forgot my side salad,” the other added.

“I’m so sorry,” you told them. “Here, I’ll have the kitchen make you a fresh plate and I’ll grab that salad for you right away. What dressing did you want?”

“Italian,” he replied.

You took the bad plate and stepped off to go the window and tell the cook what you needed. But you stopped in your tracks when you overheard the men talking about you.

“These bar bimbos are so fucking stupid,” the first one said. “They’re just pretty faces.”

“How can you notice her face when her tits are spilling out of that top?” the second one said with a cruel laugh. “If she thinks showing those off is gonna make her tip any better she’s got another thing coming.”

You didn’t wait to hear anymore and you hurried to the kitchen, tears in your eyes. You went past the dish pit and to the line. The cook, Janet, was there and he was prepping for the morning shift.

“Mi amor, what’s wrong?” she asked, noticing your fallen face.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. Can you remake this for me?”

You explained to her what the man said about his food and she agreed to make you a new plate. You went to the cooler in the wait station and grabbed  the side salad, pouring some Italian dressing into a ramekin. Just as you were finishing, Janet put the plate in the window, steam floating off of it.

“Here you go, baby,” she said.

“Gracias, mami,” you replied, taking it.

You walked back out. When you did, your sunken heart lifted a little at the sight of Gwilym, your boyfriend. You beamed at him, but you had to deliver the food first.

“Here we go,” you said brightly, placing the food in front of them. “Fresh plate for you and side salad here. Again, so sorry. I took the items off your bill, so just let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thanks,” one said shortly.

You nodded and floated over to Gwil, who had taken a seat not far from the men.

“And what can I get for you, handsome?” you asked, and you heard the men scoff.

He smiled. “I’ll try the new stout you’ve got on tap.”

“Coming right up!” you said. “Although I really don’t know how you drink those.”

You poured his drink and brought it over to him.

“How’s your day been?” you wondered, leaning over the bar.

“Look at her,” you somehow heard one of the men say. “She really has no shame, huh?”

The other muttered something back, but the only word you heard was “gold digger.”

Gwilym’s eyes snapped to yours. He looked concerned, and like he was about to say something to the men, but you subtly shook your head. They were being rude, of course, but that was part of your job. Although, you hadn’t ever been treated this poorly before.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Don’t cause a scene, okay?” you pleaded. “It’s not worth it.”

“I think it’s worth it,” he protested. “But if you don’t want me too, I won’t. As much as it pains me.”

He took your hand and you attempted a smile.

“Excuse me,” the first man said. “You have other customers here.”

You snatched your hand away and faced the man. “I’m sorry. Did you need something?”

“Yes, a fresh beer please,” he said irritably. “And if you don’t mind, we’d rather not watch your foreplay with whatever poor bastard you’re taking home tonight.”

“Hey!” Gwilym cried, getting to his feet. “You can’t talk to her like that!”

“Let it go, man,” the second man said. “You don’t need chivalry for a girl like that.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Gwilym said. “And I won’t let you speak to her that way.”

“Gwil, please, don’t make a fuss,” you said, trying to take his arm.

It was then that your manager, Lauren, walked out. She was carrying a rack of clean wine glasses to put back on the bar.

“Hey, Y/N,” she said, not sensing the tension around her. “For Otto’s birthday, I was thinking that since he hates the birthday song, we could sing Bohemian Rhapsody instead. You can do the Galileo’s right?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you said.

Suddenly, she realized. “Is everything okay out here?”

“Fine,” you lied.

She didn’t look like she believed you but she let it slide. “Well, I also came out here to tell you that you’re cut. I can take care of the bar for the rest of the night.”

You looked at Gwil. “I’ll just be a minute. I’m gonna go change.”

“Sure,” he said.

You didn’t speak the entire ride home. You kept swallowing to fight the tightness in your throat. As soon as you made it to your apartment, you flew to the bedroom, throwing yourself on the bed and hugging a pillow. Gwilym followed you and when he came in, he saw that you were already in tears.

“Y/N…” he said. He crawled up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t let them get to you. You’re amazing.”

“It’s just…” you began, interrupting yourself with a sniffle. “Shit like that brings me back to high school. People were so mean to me. I was called stupid and bimbo and slut. All because of the way I look. It made me want to hide. For so many years, I covered my body and put up my hair and tried to blend in. And now, when I’ve finally got some confidence again, those two assholes talk about me using my tits to make money! It’s so unfair!”

“I’m sorry, love,” he said gently, kissing your temple. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You turned to face him and he pulled you closer. You sobbed into his chest. He held you that way for what could have been years. You didn’t know. You just let everything out. The hurt, frustration, and anger that had accumulated over the years came spilling out through your tears and stained Gwilym’s shirt. When you had calmed down, and your breathing evened out, he wiped your face with his thumbs.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, and you nodded. “You are a beautiful woman. That’s just a physical law of the universe. But you are so much more than that. You’re kind and smart and funny and one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You don’t judge anyone, and you’re brave. You’ve worked hard to get where you are, and I admire that. So yes, you are beautiful. Not just your sweet face, my dear. But you.”

“I love you, Gwil,” you said, smiling at last.

“I love you too,” he replied.

You settled back into his arms and then he looked at you again.

“Are you seriously going to sing Bohemian Rhapsody to your coworker for his birthday?”