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#im sooooooo insane about him#gritting my teeth wow he's so pretty this turned out so well#hides the hours of crying over the tiny details#if i missed anything dont look at it#imbibitor lunae#dan heng#dan heng star rail#honkai star rail#hsr
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this oneâs for you anon <33
this is 18+ so mdni thank yew
âohâŠ.wowâŠ.â
you were absolutely speechless at the sight between your legsâsuguru holding satoru by the hairs at the nape of his neck in a heatedâŠ.kiss???
you knew nothing good could come out of more than half a bottle of dâusse and two blunts, hence why the two of them were between your legs once again, taking turns obscenely slurping at your pussyâbut something felt different this time.
the first time they ate you out, yes their tongues were in close proximity but they never exactly touched. this time around though, they had no problem tonguing at your clit at the same time, moaning in unison as they made out with your pussy and boarder line each other but not quite. until geto abruptly stopped and pulled gojo in for a bruising kiss.
âreally? in front of her??â satoru giggled, laughing even harder when geto shoved him away, wiping your essence and the salvia from the kiss from his puffy lips. suguru kissed his teeth, âletâs not act like you werenât trying to shove your tongue down my throat a minute ago,â he said referring to gojo purposely brushing his tongue against his while they were going down on you.
satoruâs eyes flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. âlook at her,â he chuckled nodding his head towards you, âbabies at a loss of words.â
âwell i mean how could i not be i just saw you two kissâwith a lot of tongue mind you!â you knew the two boys were very close and had a knack of sharing their women but this was very unexpected, just how far did things go between them??
âhim giving me head is as far as itâs ever gone,â suguru said, breaking you out of your thoughts. he continued, âwhen spend copious amounts of time with someone you begin to get curious about thingsâŠdidnât mean to make you uncomfortable if we didââ
âno no!â you squealed, shaking your head. you sat up to get a better look at them, âiâm not uncomfortable i just wasnât expecting that is all,â you giggled, giving suguruâs arm a comforting squeeze. you leant over and grabbed a roach from the coffee table, now getting comfortable on the couch, confusing the two men kneeling before you.
you sparked the blunt, a mischievous glint swirling in your eyes. âdid you like it?â you asked taking a hit of the blunt. getoâs cheeks immediately tinted pink, he cleared his throat before answering, âyeah it was pretty good.â
gojo scoffed, ââpretty goodâ yeah right. you were immobile by the time i was done with you.â
you couldnât help the laugh that slipped past your lipsâthe image of suguru geto sprawled out, breathless, and unable to move because of some head from gojo had you a little tickledâŠ.and kinda turned on.
ây/n are you okay? your smile is kinda creeping me out,â getoâs words fell on deaf ears, your mind too preoccupied with the best fucking idea youâve ever had. âi have an idea, a really good oneâsuguru take off your pants.â
âhuh???â
âyesssss!â
âplease be quiet satoru.â
and that my friends is how geto ended up swapping places with you, sweatpants around his ankles, eyes rolled into the back of his skull while you and gojo both slurped at the tip of his dick.
âdo you like it sugu? you arenât even looking at us,â you pouted, cupping his balls in your hand, giving them a semi-rough squeeze. suguruâs mouth dropped open, his chest now heaving up and down rapidly.
âi c-canât lookâfuck! i canât or iâll cum i canât i canât i canât,â his voice was shaky with every word it was too cute. youâve never seen him in such a stateâit made you kinda jealous gojo got to see him like this whenever he pleased.
âopen your eyes suguru câmonnn,â satoru snickered, squeezing suguruâs tip so perfectly it had his toes curling. getoâs eyes suddenly popped open when he felt sloppy kisses against his thick thighs, he gritted his teeth, grabbing gojo by his white locks.
âdonât. do. that.â suguru panted, the urge to cum becoming unbearable. gojo cocked his head to the side, he licked his lips, humming at the salty yet sweet taste that was suguru geto. âwhat? you donât want y/n to know how sensitive your thighs areâhmph!â satoru was interrupted by geto shoving his dick in his mouth, a low rumble emitting from his chest.
âthasâ more like itâŠ.câmere baby,â suguru patted the spot on the couch next to him, his other hand still holding gojoâs hair in a tight grip. you were quick to hop on the couch, immediately smashing your lips against getoâs. geto moaned into the kiss, his arm finding purchase around your waist to pull you closer.
you ran your hand down suguruâs chiseled chest, satisfied by the little whimper that slipped past his lips when you began to tweak at his nipples. his hips bucked up making satoru gag, but it was certainly nothing he couldnât handle. getoâs hand snaked down to your soaked center, he wasted no time plunging two fingers inside, his thumb making quick work rubbing tight circles on your clit.
the three of you stayed like this for a whileâsuguru sloppily fingering your dripping cunt, meanwhile satoru deep throated suguâs dick like his life depended on it. âiâm!âiâm cumming!â your pussy clenched around getoâs fingers like a vice, your body slumping against his.
geto still held you close, roughly pumping his fingers in and out in and out until your thighs were soaked and you were pushing him away with whatever strength you had left. gojo pulled off getoâs dick with a lewd pop! âmmm that was hot y/n,â he smiled up at you, running his big hand over your trembling thigh.
âthink you can help me finish him off?â
youâve never been knocked out of your post nut clarity so quick. you didnât even bother responding, hopping off the couch and onto the floor once more between suguruâs thighs.
man did he look so good right now. his hair that was once in a bun was completely disheveled, strands of jet black hair out in every direction. his chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, along with his face that was also a couple shades redder than when you first started. his muscles were bulging out due to him having the couch cushions in a death grip. yeah he looked delicious.
âah shit,â suguru hissed when felt two hot tongues begin to caress his weeping tip. you suddenly felt a heavy hand rest on your head, turning it ever so slightly to the side until you were practically locking lips with gojo, suguruâs twitching dick still in the middle. geto let out a low whistle, patting your head gently, âwhat a fucking sightâah! this is mmm fuck.â
getoâs praise had you both preening, now making it your mission to make him cum. you swirled your tongue down suguâs dick to his balls, sucking one into your mouth. you ran your hand over getoâs trembling thigh gently before digging your nails into the soft skin, you dragged your nails down, leaving red streaks trailing behind.
âf-fuck shitâokay mâcumming mâcummingggg,â suguru threw his head back, moaning so loudly and pathetically it had your thighs clenching with need once more. milky white spurts dribbled from his cock and you and satoru slurped up every bit, the feeling of both your tongues lapping at his tip nearly driving him into overstimulation.
gojo gripped you by your cheeks, pulling you in for a nasty kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. âthat was good yeah?â he smirked, wiping spit from your bottom lip. you nodded slowly, mind a daze from what had just happened. gojo chuckled giving you another kiss, which you happily returned.
âdoesnât the guy who just got his soul sucked out deserve a kiss too?â
you both turned your heads to look up a breathless suguru, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. you climbed on the couch, satoru following suit before leaning in to give geto exactly what he asked for.
youâd never been in a three way kiss before but it was definitely something. the three of you took turns sloppily exchanging kisses, and you definitely didnât miss the way suguru palmed at satoruâs erection, making him whimper into the kiss.
âneed some help?â you asked, breaking away from the heated kiss. gojo being the shameless man he was nodded with a pathetic âpleaseeeeâ.
âwhat do you say sugu?â you purred, looking up at him with the best doe eyes you could give. suguru looked at the both of your before letting out a dramatic sigh, âi guessââ
âYES! REJOICE!!!â satoru jumped up, quickly removing his pants, freeing his aching dick from its confinements. he cackled at the look on suguruâs face,âdonât worry iâll go easy on you sweetheart,â he giggled patting his cheek.
what on earth had geto gotten himself into???
#idk what this isâŠbut there might be a part 2âŠ..#anyways hope yall enjoy it *kiss kiss*#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#gojo smut#gojo saturo smut#geto smut#geto suguru smut
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Billy and Stu with dominant Male S/o
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+. Backstory: You always manage to catch Billy and Stu's eyes on you, whether it be in the college classroom, or when you're purchase horror stuff, they always seem to follow you. Even in your house you still feel their gazes
The dimly lit college classroom was buzzing with chatter, but not loud enough for the professor to call on anyone. Minding your own business as you were taking notes and sketching little side characters on your notebook out of boredom. Eyes were lingering on you, It wasn't the typical glance or side glance.
The lingering eyes were strong and made you feel a cool sensation run down your spine. With a simple turn of the head, you spotted the two. Billy and Stu, how could not know them? Not only did they garner attention all over the college campus. You would always, always catch them staring, although they may be fast to react and look away.
It can't be a coincidence they just always stare at you, not to mention being in the areas you were, your favorite locations, dining areas.
But the really not-so-funny part is, every time you do end up making a friend at this college, they end up disappearing. It had gotten so bad that even your fellow students grew weary of you, believing you were the infamous 'scream' killer.
However after a night in jail and the kills were happening when you were locked up, you were cleared of suspicion but of course not from the college students.
Once the class ended. You made your way out slinging your bag over the shoulder and sighing.
Almost meticulously, with severe calculation Billy had bumped straight into you. He gave a pretty smile as Billy watched you pick up his books. "Thanks, hah," Billy said his eye gleaming with an intense undertone of desire and pure want.
"It's my fault, I should watch where I was going...lost in thought." Your husky voice mutters, stacking Billy's books neatly in your hand before returning them, noticing the subtle hand movement of Billy where his hand brushed against yours.
Turning your gaze to Billy's friend Stu. Stu was silent, his eyes roaming you. The typically loud and humorous friend was silent strange enough, he licked his lips and gave a big smile. "Wow! I love that shirt!" Billy's face fell at Stu's words, elbowing him in the stomach, not enough to cause him severe pain but make him go 'ow'
"What was that for?!" Stu muttered with a pout. "You idiot, his shirt is just plain gray! what do you mean you like it?" Billy scolded, hinting that he knew Stu was checking [Name] out, and now you probably knew that Stu was eyeballing you.
"Ohhh." Stu muttered, as they continued to whisper and bicker among themselves.
Your chuckle made them pause. "sorry, sorry, you guys are just--funny that's all." You spoke softly, you thought they were cute. Bidding them goodbye, you walk out of the classroom.
Billy stared at stu.
"Whattt? Not my fault he's so sexy!" Stu grumbled out.
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Later that day. You were at the DVD shop, looking through the thriller/horror second, making sure to get your hands on some classics.
With a loud and abrupt clank, your gaze faltered on the row across from you.
"Oops, did I ruin your guy's peeping session?" Randy had asked Billy and Stu. Stu gritted his teeth, Billy gave a urked glare. But the two of them knowing, your gaze was on them resisted doing something they were dying to do. They would just have to get back at him later.
"Wow! [Name], Thriller & horror movies? Nice dude!" Stu cheered pretending as if he didn't already know that about you...
Stu had started to chitter-chatter with you, while Billy was shooing and waving Randy off. Soon after Randy complied (after rolling his eyes and snarky comments) leaving the three of you alone.
"Ehm,--Well Billy and I, we love those types of genres!" Stu happily said as Billy's attention was now drawn to you, his feverish gaze landing on your lips every time you spoke. Taking a pause you spoke, "Really? why don't you two, come over sometime, we can watch them together?" You ask, as the two slashers freeze, slowly turning to look at each other and then back at you.
"What's the matter?...you don't want to---" Before you could finish what you wanted to say, Billy cut you off. "No-! No, we would love to."
Nodding you smiled, "Sure next time in class, we should set up a time and date." After bidding farewell, and purchasing the movies you got, you left, leaving Billy and Stu to celebrate together.
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Pausing the movie, you itched the back of your neck, a feeling of a sense of dread washed over you. You had it again. Like someone, was watching, analyzing, observing you.
"Fuck." a whisper, under your breath, as you got up to check your popcorn. Walking to the kitchen, you take out the bowl of popcorn, setting it down as the phone rings.
"Hello?" "What's your favorite scary movie, [Name]?"
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"Invisible: chose your own romance
- Law or Sanji?
This is a "choose your own adventure" type continuation of "invisible", if you haven't read that, start here. You can chose at the end if you want to be with Sanji or Law, click on the link to get to the corresponding story
Being friends with Sanji went better than expected. He was still the most handsome and awesome man you knew and it would take a while until your feelings would adjust, but it was good as it was. You helped him often in the galley where you talked and joked.
But he didn't stop swooning over Nami and Robin. When he served them, you were still invisible to him. From one moment to the next, they became his entire focus. His shouted praise and confessions of love still hurt, everyday.
But there was something new to occupy your mind: when Law realised that he had fucked up and spilled secrets that weren't his, he apologised sincerely. He also spotted your stamp collection while standing in your door.
"Wow is that an alabasta crowning special edition?" His whole being changed in a second. His usually squinted eyes opened, his mouth formed a little smile and he disrespected your personal space to squeeze past you and inspect your collection.
With care, he looked through the pages and showed he was also a stamp nerd. It was an unexpected bond that formed and he was still a little frightening, but you promised to look at his coin collection as well.
The two pirate ships anchored side by side for the day and everyone met for a big BBQ on the sunny.
You helped Sanji with the grill, handing him things and goving out food for everyone. Helping him out with his duties on the ship had become your favorite pastime. The moments spent together in the galley where moments of privacy, just the two of you.
When you could at least pretend that in other circumstances, he might have chosen you instead of literally any other girl.
You loaded your arms with plates and brought it to your crew and guests all around the ship. As you approached Law with some grilled fish, he patted the seat next to himself.
"Y/n-ya, I got something for you" He looked excited, showing you a rare smile.
Sanji
Sanji was pretty happy. He resolved the issue with Y/n like a man and gained a friend in the process. It was still new to him to have a lady friend that was just his friend, but he liked it. She helped him in the kitchen and kept him company, he could vent about Zoro or even swoon over Nami. The book she had made just for him had a special place in his kitchen and his heart. He felt seen, appreciated on another level than Luffy or Nami appreciated him.
And right now, he grilled tasty food for all his friends. Life was great. He couldn't help but to whistle a tune.
"Wow what's going on there?" Nami pointed behind Sanji.
He turned his head and saw Y/n, sitting on a picnic blanked with that tra-guy. They were awfully close, looking at some kind of thick book together.
Sanji stared as Law produced a magnifying glass and both tried to look through it at the same time, bumping their heads together and laughing.
"Sanji, you OK?" Nami asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked through, as he now realised, gritted teeth.
"You just kind of bit your cigarette off" She looked at the crumbling stump on the floor.
"Must have been in my pocket for too long" He mumbled and pried his gaze from the scene behind him to resume his grill duty.
Throughts raced through his head: why were they so friendly all of a sudden? What were they looking at? How long as this been going on? Why didn't she tell him? They shared everything.
He tried to breathe deeply. She had a right to hang with whomever she wanted. Sanji respected the heart pirates captain for his strength and skill. He was a good guy. This was OK.
He snuck another glance - fuck, are they holding hands?
He turned a bit to fast, throwing a piece of meat in the air with his momentum. Luffy sailed past and caught it with his mouth ("tasty!")
They inspected a small coin on Law's hand, she traced it with her hand - it looked like they were caressing each other - like lovers.
"Sanji, you're turning red" Nami commented.
"It's just really warm at the grill" He groaned as he felt his body tense with anger.
You
It was a great evening, finally you have found a fellow collector who valued a piece's beauty as well as its history.
He was willing to trade an especially ornate coin from a flower island for one of your incredibly detailed Sora stamps.
"This was enjoyable, let's do it again someday!" He eyed the stamp with pure joy in his eyes. You could almost see the boy he must have been once.
"Do you like machines?" He suddenly asked.
"Well, I think they're interesting, but I'm not a machinist" You didn't know where he was going with it.
"You want to see the inner workings of the polar tang?"
He lead you away from the party to the strange submarine he called his home. With a quick "shambles" he transported both of you inside.
He didn't warn you or prepare you in any way - it was like losing your sense of direction and being spun around, condensed into one second. Landing and not knowing where the floor was made you sway and fall directly onto Law's outstretched arm.
He gently pushed you backwards until you were upright again.
"Warn me next time, please!" You huffed.
"Apologies, I should have known" He chuckled. You were pretty sure he did know and he did tease you.
It was pretty dark, there were sparse, little lamps illuminating the hallway. Tiny lights and dials seemed to make up the walls of the ship.
Sanji
Angry puffs of smoke surrounded Sanji as he smoked like a nervous chimney. His thoughts were glued to one subject alone:
What was she doing with that guy? Were they secretly dating? Did they fall in love just now? Did he touch her?
Almost swallowing his cigarette from his gasp, he decided it was his duty to protect her from that guy's tattooed hands. She was so innocent and sweet, the thought of any man groping her made Sanji's legs itchy. If he so much as looks at her in a lusty way, Sanji would kick that gut all the way back to the north blue.
He stomped around the ship in a foul mood.
"Have you seen y/n?" He asked around, "or law?"
"They went back to the tang I think" one of Law's crew indicated the weird submarine.
"Alone?" Sanji grabbed him by the collar.
"I mean, just the two of them!" He said.
Letting him fall from his hands, sanji sprinted as fast as he could toward the ship. If that bastard did something to her he would sink it.
He ripped the door open and ran down the first corridor he could see, crying our her name.
With relief, he heard her answer "I'm here!" And Sanji ran towards the sound. Bending a corner, he saw the most horrifying thing.
Y/n was practically trapped by Law, shoved against some kind of rattling machine. He looked malicious. She looked so small and helpless against him.
"Hey you dirty bastard, let her go!" Sanji challenged the surgeon of death.
You
The polar tangs inner workings actually were quite interesting. The engine and life support were to complicated to understand, but you got the basic principle of the ship. You absolutely had to tell franky about this when you got back.
Law was way taller than you and easily leaned above your head to explain some of the dials and meters to you.
It was kind of exciting. It was hard to deny that he was good looking, in a bad-boy kind of way. But underneath the stoic surface was a nerd for collecting, machinery and medicine. He was so different from Sanji in almost every aspect, but just as appealing.
Keep it together, you can't have your heart broken by another stupid crush. He's out of your league, you told yourself. He's just happy to meet another coin enthusiast, that's all.
In the wrong moment, you looked up at him, and he smiled just right. He looked gorgeous. Dreaded infatuation was driven through your heart like a spear and you blushed, thankful for the cover of darkness.
The rest of his explanation went by in a blur, you both hung on his lips and didn't get a word he was saying.
"Y/n!" Someone screamed. Footsteps could be heard throughout the ship.
"I'm here" you answered, hopefully loud enough.
Not even a second later, Sanji slid around a corner and immediately began shittalking Law.
"Get your dirty hands off her, you bastard!" He screamed, fist raised.
"I'm not even touching her" Law stated calmly.
"He showed me how the submarine works." You told Sanji, demonstrably taking a step back from Law.
Sanji was there in a heartbeat, grabbing you around the waist and dragging you behind him.
"Guess you're leaving. But think about my offer, will you?" Law waved at you and stepped back into the hallway.
With a yank, you landed in Sanji's arms and you were back at the sunny before you realised he had carried you all the way.
When he finally set you down in the safety of the galley, he sighed and began to inspect you.
"Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?" His voice sounded distressed.
"Did he....force you to do anything?"He grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes.
"No, we just looked at the engine and the electronics" you mumbled out from between his long fingers.
"He's our ally, calm down" you grabbed his hand to reassure him.
"Tss" He threw his blonde hair around like the diva he was. Anger has reddened his face and squeezed his mouth into an adorable pout.
"Just don't be alone with that guy anymore" he said.
You just rolled your eyes, knowing better than to correct him while he was really on edge.
"What offer was he talking about?" Sanji began chewing the end of his cigarette.
"To join his crew" you stated as sanji flinched.
"Cannot wait to see that guy's face when you turn him down" he grinned maliciously.
"Who said I would?" You looked at his surprised face as the cigarette almost dropped from his gaping mouth.
"Uhm what? You're..You're not seriously considering that. The guy is a weirdo" He gestured wildly, "unpredictable!"
"Don't talk about him like that! He's been a great ally to us. So he's a little introverted, he still has a kind heart" you stated, demonstrably calm.
"He cuts people open! He's...he treat you well!" Sanji's voice morphed into a shriek.
"He's a surgeon, his crew is so nice. Why are you like this?" You got louder as well. It was your decision, not his.
"Promise me you won't go!" He shouted.
"Who do you think you are?" You retaliated, "you can't give me orders! Maybe I want to join his crew? What's it to you? A few weeks ago you didn't even talk to me - now you're aching like...like..." You were so angry, words eluded you.
"Like a man protecting a woman?" Sanji's voice was flat, without emotion.
"...like an overbearing father" you corrected him. The nerve -acting like you suddenly registered as a girl to him.
His face became cold and unreadable, scary.
This had no use anymore.
"Good night Sanji" you didn't wait for his answer and left him in the galley.
After your little argument with Sanji, you packed your bags with the motivation of anger and hurt. But you mostly threw your belongings in without plan or order. A half packed bag, total chaos.
The next morning - the heart pirates would leave and you had to decide if you wanted to go with them. You already talked to Luffy about this - he only told you to follow your heart.
You stood on deck, you bag over your shoulder. When Law saw this he smiled and nodded, Bepo was nervously fumbling and blushing behind him.
You turned back to your old crew to say goodbye, you were sure they would understand. Frankly cried, Luffy looked serious and wished you all the best. Sanji was nowhere to be seen.
As you approached the heart pirates, who were already shouting Greetings, you saw Law nod behind you.
Sanji stood there with a small package in his hands, wrapped in cloth. His cheeks were fiery red as he tried to keep his composure.
"I made you a last bento" His voice was hoarse, breaking, "everything you like. All your favorites. Just promise that you'll eat proper over there." He handed you the box and as his fingers brushed against yours, he couldn't keep it together anymore.
You didn't move, your were both holding the box as he wept and whispered his goodbyes:
"I am sorry I didn't see you. I'm sorry I was so stupid. I wish I could turn back time and make everything right. I didn't know what love meant until I lost you. I... I am so sorry." He whispered so softly that only you could hear it.
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What's going to happen? Will you stay or go?
--> chose Law and go to the heart pirates
--> chose Sanji and stay
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The Man 7
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen
Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â€ïž
âOw, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,â you utter with each step, the pinch of Floydâs-- Lloydâs hand digging into your neck.
âShut up,â he growls as he as good as drags you.
You walk on your toes, scurrying to keep up. You cling to his wrist to keep your balance as the witnesses turn their heads away. What the heck? What is going on? No oneâs going to help you?
âGet in,â he opens a car door and push you so you nearly ding your head on the side.
You catch yourself on the metal and carefully duck down, only for him to shove on your head and slam the door. You compress yourself in the seat as he stomps around the hood. Jeez, that sort of anger isnât good for you.
He drops into the driverâs side and hits the steering wheel, his anger brimming through flared nostrils. You watch him nervously, waiting for him to explode. Itâs like you can see the fuse burning, getting shorter and shorter as he tries to calm himself.
âIâm done talking,â he snarls and sits back heavily. He pulls at his belt buckle as he lifts himself above the seat. âYouâre going to use that mouth for something good. I donât wanna hear another word.â
He pushes his fly open as the buckle tinks and you cringe as he shoves down the elastic of his sleek leopard print briefs. Wow, very 70s of him. He rolls the fabric down his thighs as his dick springs free and you put your hand over your lips, hiding a smile as you snort.
He lowers himself and snarls over at you, âare you laughing?â
âN-no. Well, yes, but I just think... they kinda look funny, donât they?â You poke your finger up to mimic his hard length. âBoing.â
âWhat is wrong with you?â He sneers. âHow many have you even seen?â
âYou know, Iâve been on the internet. Iâm a child of the digital age so... probably too many.â
âJesus, shut the fuck up,â he grabs the back of your head and jerks you towards him, âlook, sweet lips, do yourself a favour and stop resisting.â
âUm, favour?â You reach out to grab the steering wheel, fighting to stay away from his lap, âI... I got dry mouth. I canât--â
âJust open up,â he grunts, shoving on you. Heâs strong.
Your arm bends and you collapse onto him, headbutting his dick as you do. You shake your head as you raise it and he suppresses a whimper. He fists your hair and pulls you up, jarring your head back violently.
âFuck off,â he grits out, âopen your damn mouth. And no teeth.â
âLook, I really am not in that kinda mood--â
âIâm about to break your teeth, cupcake. Are you gonna keep arguing?â
You blink at him and weigh a life time of smoothies and broth. His eyes narrow and you gulp. You squeeze your lips tight and try to dip your chin down. He slackens his grip just enough for you to make eye contact with his tip.
Whew, okay, right, youâve seen some things on The Hub. It canât be that hard. Figuratively. Literally, it does look pretty hard.
You shudder and suck in a breath. Well, here goes nothing. This isnât really how you saw your first-time but nothingâs really gone to plan, has it?
You lick your lips and open your mouth as you bring your hand around to grip him. Thick, you think. Looks and feels like it. But the skin, so smooth. You didnât expect that. You face down the great dragon, throbbing up at you, you will vanquish your foe.
You lower yourself down and hover your lips above his swollen head. You stick your tongue off and flick it around his tip. He twitches and lets out a hiss. You try not to laugh. So sensitive. You press your lips around him and continue to swirl your tongue. Youâre not super sure of what youâre doing but it feels right, even though the circumstance is very wrong.
You stretch your lips around him until your jaw aches. Heâs gotta be big. Thinking about it, maybe thinking too much, heâs a lot like the men you see in your incognito searches. Youâre no prude, you just havenât found the right person. Heâs definitely not the one but well... letâs not think about that.
You ease onto him, feeling him quiver as his breaths puff out slow and long. You take him deeper and deeper, pausing as he grazes the back of your throat. You inhale through your nostrils and try to rear back. He keeps a hold on you, urging you down.
Your throat strains around him as he forces his dick deeper. You nearly gag, your foot kicking the interior. Youâre bent over the console, half-twisted, your shoulder bearing too much pressure for comfort. Your eyes water as you find yourself suffocated with his intrusion.
He holds you there until your quaking. He lets up and you pull off of him, coughing and hacking. He chuckles and releases your hair, petting your head.
âGo on.â
You close your eyes and tremble as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, the other still circled around him. You pump then put your lips around his tip. You flick your tongue around and around, taking him in gradually. You reach your limit then back up, dragging your hand in tandem with your mouth.
A saltiness spreads over your tongue and you press it along his base. He growls and his hand spreads across your crown. He leans back into the seat, extending his legs as far as theyâll go in the cramped space. You hear the leather of the steering wheel creak as he grips it tight as you pick up the pace. Hopefully if you go fast, it will be over soon.
âSlow-- sweet lips, hold up,â he rasps, âslow--â He yanks you off of him and hisses, slamming an open hand on the horn as he spasm and curses, âfuck! I said slow--â He lets go of you and contorts as he cradles his sack and squeezes his dick tight, a gush bursting from the tip, stringing down his knuckles and onto his pants. Those look expensive. âWhat the fuck? You went too fast.â
âI... I didnât mean to. I just... I did my best,â you stick out your tongue and wipe it on your sleeve, âI never did that before so... my bad.â
He gapes at you then his eyes drift through the windshield. He shoots a passerby the finger as his little honk drew the attention of curious eyes. He growls and opens his hand, examining the sliminess across it.
âYou made this mess,â he snarls, âbetter clean it up.â
Your brow creases and you shake your head, âyou got kleenex?â
âWith your goddamn mouth,â he barks and sits back. âHurry up.â
You keep from looking out the window as humiliation seeps in. The realisation that a very private moment is on display makes you nauseous. You bend over his lap again, once more taking him in your hand.
âGood girl,â he purrs as your lips touch his skin, âgotta say, those hands are a lot quicker than that head.â
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Ooh girl! Loving your work! I had an idea of a smutty fic with JDM himself. Maybe something with him being scared of showing his jealous side because the reader is his younger girlfriend but canât help it when a man flirts with her
THANK U THANK U. A jealous JDM? I can do that hehe.
Jealousy, Jealousy
Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader
Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, semi-public sex, car sex (riding), a jealous, possessive jdm, age-gap relationship
A/n: I didnât even mean for this to turn into such daddy-kink, but it did towards the end. So I hope youâre into that. đ„”
"Can I buy you a drink?" A younger, blonde man smirks next to me.
"Oh, no. I'm good. Thanks though."
"Come on. I insist." Before I can reject him, he plants himself in the stool next to me before motioning to the bartender.
"Um, I -"
"Excuse me, you mind grabbing this pretty lady here another.. On me." He asks the bartender before smiling at me again.
"Names Drew." He tilts his head back swallowing his drink.
"Drew, I'm.. here with someone."
"Nice to meet you, here with someone." He says jokingly as if that's my name but I ignore his lame attempt.
"Look baby, if you are here with someone, where is he?" His head tilts to the side at me and I raise my eyebrows, clearing my throat as I look past him at the much taller man standing behind him.
The bartender places the drink in front of me as soon as Drew turns and notices Jeffrey standing behind him.
"Wow, thanks for the drink man." Jeffrey's large hand grabs Drew's shoulder roughly and I watch his fingers squeeze until the veins on his hands become even more visible.
Drew visibly cringes in pain at the touch and watches Jeffrey finish the drink he ordered me in two gulps.
"I'm more of a whiskey guy, though." Jeffrey smiles at him arrogantly, wiping the corner of his mouth before slamming the glass down on the bar. Drew tries his best to put on the tough guy act but I can see the fear behind his eyes.
"Sorry man, she didn't say she was here with her dad." He glares at Jeffrey.
I make a "yikes" face, showing my teeth and shaking my head. Poor Drew, this isn't gonna end well for him.
Jeffrey chuckles in his face, keeping eye contact with him, and my legs clench a little watching his "Negan" side come out.
We've only been dating for a couple months now, and while I'm sure our age-gap is strange to other people, Jeffrey and I couldn't be happier. I've always dated men my age, but men in their young 20's don't know how to treat a woman. Jeffrey is so good to me.. in every way imaginable.
I've never seen this protective, jealous side of him.. but I think I like it.
"Daddy.." I interrupt. "why won't this weirdo leave us alone?" I talk in a baby voice to Jeffrey, mocking Drew for calling him my dad.
"Wait.. I.. I know you. You play that asshole in the walking dead... Can't fucking stand him." Drew huffs at him.
"Y/n, baby, go wait for me in the car." Jeffrey demands.
Before I go to leave, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss Jeffrey's cheek slowly, glancing at Drew who looks like smoke could come out of his ears any second. Freak.
"That's fucking gross, you know that right?" Drew calls after me as I walk away. "He could be your grandpa! Bet he can't even get it up."
Before I can open the door to leave, I hear a loud bang from behind me. I turn to see Jeffrey's hand bring Drew's blonde head up from the bar top he just slammed it against. "Dude you just broke my fucking nose! Drew wipes the blood from his face.
"Babe, stop!" I call out.
Jeffrey glances at me, still firmly gripping the back of Drew's hair.
"You're lucky my girls watching, or I'd break more than that." He grits out next to his ear.
I've never seen him make that face.. and it does something to me. He looks so hot and.. unhinged.
"Car. NOW." Jeffrey says in my direction as he tosses the blonde man on the ground. He grabs his leather jacket and follows me to the car. We both get in, staying silent for a moment as I try to register what happened.
He sighs, dropping his head and gripping his knuckles around the steering wheel. "Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have act-"
Before he can finish, I'm climbing on top of him like a dog in heat, slamming my lips against his while lifting my black dress until it's bunched around my waist., revealing my red thong. The seat is pushed far enough back to allow me room to comfortably sit in his lip. His mouth parts open and my tongue swipes across his. Fuck, his mouth tastes so good.
I bite his bottom lip when I pull away, letting my fingers tangle through his salt and pepper hair. His hands firmly grab my ass as I grind myself desperately against him. I'm so wet I'm pretty sure he'll have a spot on his jeans. I take his semi-hard cock out of his black jeans and stroke it twice before he's solid in my hand.
The best thing about being with an older man? The size of his cock and the way he knows how to use it. It's big enough to where the tip reaches just above his belly button as it stands against him and my mouth waters at the sight. I lift myself up, wasting no time due to my throbbing pussy needing him so badly, and gently slide down his length. His head drops back slightly as he watches me through lust-filled eyes.
"Fuck, baby. That's it." He talks me through it as I struggle to sit completely with him in me.
I bounce on him while he guides me up and down, squeezing my ass. He looks up at me as I start to slow down, grinding against his cock repeatedly as it hits the right spot.
âYou look so fucking good riding me, baby.â
His window is cracked open a few inches and weâre parked right outside the front of the bar. The thought of getting caught makes me hotter as I moan and bite at his ear.
Just as Iâm about to come, I hear the bells of the bar doors ring and look to the side, seeing Drew walk out. His nose is bandaged, so someone must have helped him out.
âWeâve got company, doll. You wanna tell him who you belong to?â Jeffrey slams me down onto his cock so hard that my vision clouds and I feel my orgasm rush through me. My mouth falls open just as I look to the side and see Drew walking past the car.
âDaddyyy!â I moan loudly, getting Drewâs attention. He looks at me disgustedly and shakes his head. I watch him angrily get in his car and drive away and smile to myself.
âFuck. Daddy.. Iâm gonna cum.â I cry out.
âSoak my fucking cock baby. Give it to me.â
I cry out louder as my walls contract around him. He kisses me hard and looks into my eyes.
âFuck, doll. I love you.â
I stare at him wide eyed and canât believe he just said it. Iâve known I love him since the first week we met, but I wanted him to say it first.
âI love you too, Jeffrey... I.. I want you to cum in me.â I kiss him lips softly this time and I slowly slide myself up and down on him.
He smiles up at me. âYea? You want daddyâs cum in you, baby?â
I nod and bounce on him faster.
âCum in my pussy, daddy. Please!â
âBaby, fuck. Fuck. Ahhh.â He moans and his dick pulses, shooting strings of hot cum deep inside me.
I stay on top of him, kissing him as he comes down from his high. His seed leaks out while his cock is still in me and I feel it run down my legs.
âI need strange men to hit on me more often.â I breathe heavily, teasing him.
âFunny, doll.â A loud smack lands on my ass. âI promise they wonât fuck like you like daddy does.â
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Hello! I hope you are doing okay :)
I am not sure if requests are open, but if it is;
Can I please request Stronger Reader x Gojo, where the reader is almost perfect with everything (beauty etc) and comes from another universe? It would be funny if they were annoyed with each other at first, but then slowly became friends and then maybe Gojo having one side crush xD?
Close win for your great idea, so there you go! Please let me know what you think as I'm not 100% satisfied with how it turned out...Enjoy <3
Golden girl
Pairing: Gojo x stronger!fem! reader
Word Count: 2,5k
Synopsis: Satoru Gojo really hates everything about you, especially the fact that you are stronger than him. Is it even possible to get along with you, let alone like you?
Warnings: Language, Gojo is pretty mean from time to time, kinda enemies to lovers, but no real fluff
He fucking hated it with every fiber of his heart. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you looked, the way you smiled, the way your powers are so enormous. Why on earth do you have to be so fucking perfect in everything youâre doing? You came into his life like a meteorite, crushing his confidence in an instant with your outstanding abilities, charm and beauty. Like a supernova, you emerged everything that he stood for and just made itâŠbetter.
âThis is way too funnyâ, Yuji gasps while clinging onto Nobaraâs sobbing shoulder for dear life.
âIâm telling you itâs true!â, you demand, your very own voice shaking in laughter.
Even Megumi canât hold back a little laughter for any longer. Gojoâs eyes darken as he crosses his arms over his chest. You have some fucking nerve, coming in here âfrom another continentâ like you said, almost surpassing him in everything heâs been doing for years. Fuck, he is the strongest, he has always been the strongest. Who do you think you are to steal his life away from him?
âActually not, noâ, he grumbles under his breath, eyes darted towards your perfect falling hair.
âWhatâs up with that face, Gojo? Did you not sleep well?â, you questions, gaze of innocence piercing through him.
His blood begins to boil in an instant, he sees nothing but red. The way your big round eyes seem to stare right through him with a slight hint of tease glittering in them makes him want to shoot a bit of hollow purple your way.
âSince youâre here, Iâm actually feeling bad all the time, golden girlâ, he remarks sharply.
You canât help but let out a little giggle. You have nothing against Gojo Satoru. In fact, you really do admire him, his abilities and personality. However, it seems like he isnât so keen about meeting you. Youâve been here for a while now and his behavior towards you is as terrible as always.
âEvil tongues could say that you areâŠjealous of me, Gojo-bearâ, you reply with damped voice.
âJealous of you!?â, he breathes out.
His fast and enormous steps close the distant between your bodies in an instant, his hateful gaze hollowing above you like a fatal shadow.
âTime to get going guysâ, Megumi murmurs.
âI am the strongest, remember that bratâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âYou were the best, Gojo. Now Iâm here. So get out of the sun for me, will you?â, you bite back, very own words dripping in venom.
If heâs treating you like shit, youâll definitely do the same. Youâre way too fucking tired to let him do this to you.
âWe will seeâ, he spits at you.
With one last hateful glance in your direction, he turns around and simply walks away.
Wow, what an asshole. __________________________________________________________
âWould you mind getting out of the way so Iâm able to do my job?â, you snap at no other than Gojo Satoru.
âYou canât do this alone, (y/n)â, he shouts over the deafening noises of battle.
Bullshit. Youâre slaying curse by curse so effortlessly that it hurts his eyes. He hates to admit it, but you make it look so damn easy â too easy for his liking.
âIâm doing perfectly fine Gojo. Are you worried about me?â, you tease him while demolishing a curse with the blunt force of your little finger.
âWorried about you, that I donât laugh. I give zero shits about youâ, he screams into your direction without hesitation.
âItâs actually mutual, asshole!â
âWhy are they so mean to each other? I have never seen Gojo-sensei leash out like that, but when it comes to (y/n) he seems like a different personâ, Nobara comments, eyes hypnotized by your moves.
âI think it bothers him that sheâs stronger than him. I mean, being told youâre the strongest your whole life just for a random woman to show up and steal your spotlight sound pretty rough to be honestâ, Yuji guesses.
âWhy the hell do you have to be so damn mean? I did nothing to deserve your hate towards me, what is your fucking problem?â, you yell at him, body trembling in pure rage while still fighting off curses.
âEverything about you is disgusting, that is my problem!â
His words hit you like a wall. How on earth did it come this far? What did you do to make him this upset? Jujutsu High is your refuge in a world that failed to understand you for so long, you thought you finally made it. But this? ThisâŠis not fair. In fact, you are too good to keep up with this bullshit.
âListen up Satoru.â
Gojoâs heart skips a beat when you call him by his first name. Youâve never done this, always calling him by his last name or stupid nicknames. He was never Satoru to you except for now, when your voice is dripping in venom and your dangerous eyes are darted towards him in a way he has never seen before.
âWhat the hell is your problem, huh? Iâve never done something to deserve the way you treat me like shit. I came here because I thought Iâll finally find people that understand me, who accept me the way I am. Itâs not my fault that Iâm stronger than you, you hear? Instead of making me feel like shit, you should think about training in order to become better than me, donât you think? Being the strongest also means being able to admit your weaknesses. It pains me that you reject me so vehemently.â
For him, time stands still. Your glistening eyes show nothing but sorrow, his very own reflection staring down at him in guilt. Fuck, why do your words cut through him like a knife? Why does it have to be so true? Is there a reasonable explanation behind the way he acts towards you? He canât put a finger on it. Damn, all of this just because you broke his ego so violently? He shakes his head, gaze drifting away from your intense stare.
âWhatever. Seems like you donât need me here anyway. Iâm leaving.â
You canât help but sign heavy as you watch him leave in the matter of a split second. Why does it have to be so damn hard to like him? Everything would be so much easier if the two of you would just get along.
You clench your hands into fists, gaze hardening. Itâs not your fault though. You tried and tried to get to him, to show him that you are better off as a team, that there is absolutely no reason to fight. This is ridiculous. And youâll do hell to beg him on your knees to fucking like you.
âLetâs get this over with and go homeâ, you shout towards your students.
Fuck Satoru Gojo for now. After all, youâre still having a job to do. ___________________________________________________________
âEfficient as alwaysâ, Shoko comments while stitching up a small wound on Megumiâs forehead.
âDonât flatter me, thatâs my jobâ, you quickly reply.
âSeems like youâve got hurt yourself.â
You desperately fight against the urge to roll your eyes at the sound of his damp voice behind Shoko. What the hell is he doing here?
âYeah? I didnât even noticeâ, you remark dryly, gaze fixed on his shamelessly attractive face.
Why does he have to be such a decent looking man, especially when you know that deep down, he has a good heart?
He crosses the room in just a few steps and stretches out his index finger.
âRight hereâ, he mutters, touch brushing against your forehead tenderly.
âOh, heâs right. Just a little scratch thoughâ, Shoko confirms casual.
You canât help but hold your breath. This is the first time since the two of you met that he didnât insult you after one normal sentence. Even his face isnât twisted in disgust. On the contrary, his features are gently outlined. It almost looks as if heâŠcares.
âThanks for noticing. One of the attacks probably hit me slightly when I wasnât paying full attention.â
âSo you too are fallible, huh golden girl?â, he teases you mildly.
âAs we all, Satoruâ, you reply with a sly grin.
You canât explain why it suddenly feels so different, nothing happened between your last fight and now. But something definitely changed. You can tell by the way he wears himself and the unusual softness that radiates from his voice that maybe, just maybe, he doesnât hate you as intensely as he did anymore. And this observation fills your chest with nothing but warmth.
âHey umâŠWould you mindâŠTraining with me?â, he stutters.
Your ears must play tricks on you. Did he really ask you that? Are you dreaming? The Satoru Gojo is standing in front of you and talks to you very nicely. And now, to top it all off, he even asks you about a training session? What the hell has gotten into him?
âI meanâŠSure thing we can. I already asked you about that for over a yearâŠâ
He shifts his weight while avoiding your gaze, a slight brush creeping up his cheeks. Satoru Gojo is embarrassed. This is too good to be true.
âMeet me at 4. See ya.â
And with that, he turns on his heels and leaves the room as fast as he came while you stare at the door without moving an inch. Somebody has to pinch you. What changed? How did he go from âI fucking hate you more than anything in the entire universeâ to âI might consider to spend time with youâ? You shake your head out of your trance. Doesnât matter why or how. What matters is that this might be the chance to finally get along with him after months of spitting venom at each other. You really still dislike him, the thought of his annoying voice alone makes your body shiver in annoyance, but someone has to be the bigger person.
And that person is you. ____________________________________________________________
âYouâre lateâ, you comment while stretching your back.
âGood things take timeâ, he replies with a cheeky grin.
He takes off his blindfold and you canât help but take in the gorgeous sight of his striking orbs. You donât see them often, to be exact you only catch a glimpse of them when he fights. To a neutral eye, Satoru must be the man of every womanâs dream: handsome, well educated, mischievous and flirty. But to you, he is nothing but irritating. Even though you canât deny the fact that he looks good as hell.
âEnjoying the view (y/n)?â
You let out a disregarding snort before you are able to stop yourself.
âDonât be ridiculous, Gojo. Iâm not one of your girls and Iâll never be.â
âI wouldnât want you as one of my girls anyway, youâre way too feisty.â
Something inside you snaps at the sound of his stupid comment, facial expression dropping to the floor. He has some nerves, talking to you like that when heâs supposed to train with you in a few minutes.
âI will wipe the floor with your ass.â
A swift motion is enough to knock him off his feet. Good, thatâs exactly where he belongs.
âYou know that was pretty unfair, right?â, he mumbles and rubs his butt.
âLife is never fair I guess.â
âTrust me, I know that better than you.â
You can see the way his expression drops after throwing his words at you. The first thing you feel isâŠsorrow. It must have been hard for him to give up his place as the strongest to the hands of a random stranger. You came into his life so fast that he didnât even have time to get to know you.
âIâm sorry for causing you so much trouble, Satoru. I just want to let you know that I never hated you.â
He stops in his tracks, fist only inches away from your face with his eyes widen in visible irritation.
âSatoru, IâŠI donât want you to hate me. I see the way you treat all the others and it makes me kind of jealousâŠâ, you confess.
âYouâre a pain in the ass, (y/n)â, he replies dryly.
Silence hangs between the two of you, your eyes are glued to the concrete underneath. How stupid it was to think that something might change after over a year of him hating and avoiding you. You tried over and over to win his heart, to show him that you are a lovable person, but it seems like none of this matters.
âBut maybe giving this a chance wonât hurt.â
Your eyes lock with his bright blue orbs, a grin creeping up his face. He never smiled like this at you before, your heart begins to flutter uncontrollably in your chest. Does this mean�
âSo you donât hate me?â
âWoah, easy there. Iâm only here because I want to learn from you. Nothing elseâ, he responses along with shaking his head vehemently.
You canât help but gift him with a wide grin. Thatâs more than enough.
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â(y/n)âs comingâ, Megumi mumbles between two bites.
âWhat? Do I look good? Does my hair sit right?â, Satoru frantically hisses while pulling at his uniform.
His heart beats out of his chest. Over the past months, he got to know you better, to catch a glimpse of your heart. Turns out you arenât only shamelessly gorgeous, smart and powerful, but a wonderful person in general. All the negative feelings he had towards you turned into something completely different.
âAnd you say you donât have a crush on (y/n), huh? That I donât laugh.â
âHi Megumi and Satoru! How are you doing?â, you greet them both with a welcoming smile.
âIâm fine, but Gojo-sensei has something very important to tell you.â
Satoruâs head darts towards Megumi, hands clenched into fists. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is this about? He doesnât have anything to tell you. ExpectâŠThat little shithead.
âOh really?â, you question, your gaze now fixed on Gojo.
âOh, yâknowâŠItâs not that important anyway and you just returned from a difficult mission. I might as well just get goingâ, he responses and is already on the way to turn around when you grab his hand and force him to face you.
âSatoruâ, you warn him.
âJust tell me what you want to tell me.â
âI was wondering if youâŠWant to grab something to eat with meâ, he presses out.
Silence. Satoru swears he can hear his own heart hammering against his ribcage, not daring to look up at you. Did he really say that? Did he really ask such a stupid question?
âSo, like a date?â
âOh hell no, absolutely not!â, he cries out.
âHuh, too bad. Would have said yes in that chase. But if you donât want to, I will leave now and get ready for the next lecture. See you around, Satoru.â
âW-wait, (y/n)! I didnât mean it like that!â, Gojo calls after you.
âWow, first you go from hating to crushing over her and now youâre even too dumb to talk to her. I thought someone like you is good in talking to girls all the timeâ, Megumi comments.
âJust wait until you fall in love, Megumi!â
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You're Good To Me, Baby
kinktober prompt one: Mommy Kink
Pairing: Joel Miller x F! reader
Minors DNI with my work please!!
A/N: HOWDY HOWDY AND WELCOME TO MY FAVORITE MONTH !!! *EAGLE SCREECH NOISE*
Happy kinktober everyone, this is from the absolute depths of my soul and pussy. Joel miller, you are my everything, and i know the fellow tumblerinas are horny for you. Again, hozier song lyric for the title, wow whoâs shocked. Thank you to my beloved beta reader my beloved @carlynkurin!! Peace and love from me everyone!
Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources at the end of this fic and in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!!
Tags: mommy kink, praise kink, edging kinda, sub!Joel miller, soft reader, jackson joel. Reader is able bodied but no other description
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: Joel was perfect in your eyes and youâre determined to have him see himself like that
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Joel is a grumpy old man. You love him more than you love air, and he loves you more than you thought was humanly possible. Unfortunately, he doesnât see the good you see in him. He shines like gold in your eyes, like a beacon of warmth that keeps you safe. It wasnât unusual for you to give him a compliment and fluster him; a peck on the jaw, a casual âlook real good today, honeyâ or a wordless conversation in bed as you just gaze at him. With all of those came his refusal to listen, however. A blush creeping on his cheeks, a scoff pointed at your words, or a grumble to get to sleep. It wasn't what you wanted. You wanted him to see himself how you do. To see how perfect he was for you, to understand truly, and you would make him see it by any means necessary.
You were always a schemer, always had something up your sleeve to catch Joel off guard and he knows that very well. But during a late-night makeout session with your hips slotted perfectly around his, he couldn't seem to care about stopping you. Joel should have known better, should have anticipated your plot, but his mind had been cloudy, his brain turned off while his dick was hard. Thatâs how he found himself tied to your shared bed, arms bound above his head while you straddled his legs.
âCome on baby,â you hum at him, his cock leaking through his underwear âI'm not touching you until you say youâre perfectâ Your voice was sickly sweet as you cooed at him, almost like you were talking to a frightened animal, coaxing it towards safety. But Joel was stubborn as a mule, not that you didnât love it, but he would refuse until the end of time. He wouldnât, no couldn't admit it. Not to you, and definitely not to himself. So instead he just strains against the rope, trying to get any sort of friction against his aching cock. Practically begging with those eyes of his. âBaby come on,â you whisper, kissing his cheek as your nose brushes his as you move a piece of hair from his sweaty forehead âJust say it for me, I know you can be good for me, i know you want to be goodâ
He's holding out longer than you thought he would if you were being frank. The muscles in his arms were straining against the rope, and his teeth were gritted, but you could see the cogs turning in his mind. The choice looming over him was taking its toll, and you were about to win. âOh, my sweet pretty boyâ you coo, your fingers gently trailing over his cheek, a hoarse moan leaving his lips at the praise you give him. You watch with a raised eyebrow as he pulls at the ropes, tilting your head with a slight smirk on your lips. âYou know better than to do that baby, I tie a good knot come onâ you chide. You watch as he tugs at them again, knowing if he really wanted to get out, he would have been out already, but he liked this almost as much as you did. Almost.
You tsk at him and roll your hips against his gently, a barely there movement, so light he could have been imagining it, but the gasp that it pulls out of him is very real. âYou ainât playin fair darlinâ he groans, no, pleads, when he feels another grind of your body against his. His hips instinctively try to get some friction and grind up into you but you tut at him, stopping him in an instant.
You move so that your body straddles the lower half of his tummy, the feel of his happy trail grazing your thighs. âCome on Joel, you know the rules better than that, tell me what you needâ you hum, watching the pout on his face grow tenfold, and god he was so pretty when he was desperate. He makes a desperate noise, pulling at the ropes and hips bucking into the air again as you give him a small pout of your own. Your features are dripping with faux pity as you let out a dramatic sigh and swing your legs off from around him and stand up next to the bed. âSâpose you don't know what it is then..â you muse, watching his eyes grow wider at the sight of you moving from him. âIâll let you stay here and think about it, yeah?â you press a teasing little kiss to the corner of his lips, your hand trailing down his chest, before your touches stop and you turn to walk away.
You stretch your arms out over your head, giving him a view of your curves as you sway your hips slightly, walking to the door of the bedroom before you hear a rushed âWait no I'll say it-â
Jackpot
No matter how damn stubborn Joel was, you knew what made him tick. He was a man, after all, a man who truly loves your ass, and you would use that to your advantage. âIâmâŠâ he takes a deep breath like the words were refusing to come out of his mouth âIâm your perfect boy..â
The words are hushed and hurried, but he had said them and thatâs what you wanted. You move to go back and sit on the bed next to him, your hand pushing his hair back off of his forehead. âI know you are baby⊠always so perfect and pretty for me, yeah?â The words ring through his ears like a choir of angels, a needy whine leaving his lips as he stares at you with big puppy dog eyes âOkay baby, go on now, what do you need from me hmm?â You coo at him, watching him with kind eyes. âIâm all yours, use your words and it's yours.â
He lets out another shaky breath at the devotion in your words âTouch me... Please touch me Mommyâ You loved Joel in all instances, the good and the bad, the hard and easy times, but there was something special about how much you loved when he called you that. Knowing that he trusts you enough to take charge of his pleasure, that heâll say things that are so hard for him to admit just because you want him to start to believe them.
Your fingers graze over his chest, feather-like touches barely skimming the goosebumps that formed on his skin. âI am touching you, honey,â you murmur.
âNot what I meant,â he whines, trying to find some give in the ropes.
âBe specific then,â you mumble, your fingers running over his collarbone. âUse your words properly.â Sure you were being a little mean to him, but hearing him ask was better than giving in so quickly, it was about the power.
âMommy I-â his words are whiney and pleading with you âhands, mouth, anything. Just want you to make me cum please Iâll be good I swear I-â you cut his rambled begging off with a small shhh, a small laugh and smile leaving your lips as you press a kiss against his lips. You hum softly as you let your hands trail down his chest, your nails grazing over his skin lightly, enjoying the slight hiss he lets out at the sensation, and then let your hand settle at the waistband of his boxers. You tease them down, painfully slow, and feel him tense up under your touch and just let your fingers trace over his thighs. Up and down, and up and down, never really touching him.
âMommy please-â his words are hoarse as you tease him, needy with anticipation.
âOkay baby, okay, I'm sorryâ you whisper, laughing. It was a soft sound heâll never get over that makes Joel feel like he's the luckiest man alive, it makes his heart burst every single time. His mind is pulled from that thought as your fingers wrap around his cock and stroke him agonizingly slow, his precum coating your fingers as you swipe them over his head listening to his moans. Your grip wasn't tight, just soft lazy strokes that left his hips bucking into your fist. Broken pleas of baby please, I need more leave his mouth in desperation, as you just hum in response, letting your pace grow just a little faster. You smiled as a hoarse moan fell from his mouth, your free hand going to brush the curls out of his forehead.
âYou're doing so good for me baby, look so perfect like this. All mine.â He looked absolutely wrecked. His hips were rolling into yours and his head was thrown back, quiet whimpers and moans leaving his lips. You could tell he was close. His breaths were coming out in pants and a plea of please, please, please- leaving his lips, barely coherent.
Your pace picked up again bringing him so close to the edge âDo you want to cum baby? Is that what you want, sweet boy?â You were relishing the way his hips continued to chase your touch, cock red and angry
âYes- fuck yes Mommy please I need it I want toâ he was gasping at you, panting and trembling with need as he held on for you. You could be mean, make him wait and hold on. You've edged him before, but god he was being so good for you tonight, and you wanted nothing if not his pleasure.
âLet me hear it one more time and you can cum, babyâ you whisper, voice like a gentle breeze âTell me what you are, and you can get what you wantâ
Every muscle in his body is tense as he staves off his orgasm âIâm- fuck, Iâm your perfect boy mommyâ he cries out, voice quavering as his orgasm wracks through him. He spills onto your hand and his stomach with panting breaths, his legs shaking as you milk him through it until heâs telling you to stop.
âSo good⊠absolutely perfect for me..â you whisper, swiping your tongue over the cum on your hand and licking a stripe up his happy trail. He lets out a guttural noise at your actions, eyes pressing shut as he regains his composure and catches his breath.
âYer a menace, darlinâ he murmurs after a moment, his eyes still closed but a lazy smirk plastered to his face.
You simply make a small noise of acknowledgement and kiss his head, âyeah, but you're perfectâ you hum, undoing his rope âAlways have been baby.â
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Shizuroth, part fourteen
Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen
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Well. Good news is, Sephiroth hadn't forgotten how to fight. Bad news is, he's somehow a better fighter with amnesia!
Of course he is! The great Hero can't go through a debilitating setback without somehow gaining a power-up! He doesn't know how to navigate the building anymore and has probably forgotten about eighty percent of everything he's ever known - but it's only brought to the forefront what's always been the only real thing that matters!Â
The gap between them seems only to be widening, and it's somehow made worse by the fact that Sephiroth isn't trying to stride away, aloof in his distant perfection - instead he's standing on the other end of the ravine, shouting encouragement back at them!
It's infuriating!
Not enough that Genesis can't take advantage of it, though. Sephiroth might have a brain injury that has given him a complete personality overhaul, and sure, abusing his confused good will is probably wrong.
But Genesis is not going to be tripped in a fight again.
"There, that's better," Sephiroth says with smug satisfaction, at the end of a lightning fast sequence of blows that had left Genesis with aching wrists and shaking hands. "Much more sturdy."
"Yes, yes, very good," Genesis grits through clenched teeth. "But, you know, in real fights you can't just plant your feet and never move. That just makes you a sitting duck."
"You learn to stand first and walk next," Sephiroth says, and without warning gives his knee a sharp whack with the flat of Masamune's blade. Genesis startles - but stays on his feet. "Good! Well done."
Something about hearing Sephiroth praise him for his effort is just - it feels like he's doing something wrong, just by being on the receiving end.
"As dusk falls and night begins its inexorable descent, I too grow weary," Genesis mutters, running a hand down his face. He needs a shower and a drink and a night in with a good book. "I'm done. Angeal, your turn."
"I don't think planting my feet will help with the Buster Sword," Angeal says with a laugh and comes forward. "It's half of my weight, there's no stopping it from dragging me around. But it was very interesting to watch!"
Sephiroth hums, considering him and the sword on his back. "How do you fight with a sword like that?" he asks, checking Masamune's edge with a bare finger.
"Well -"
"He doesn't," Genesis scoffs. "Not if he can help it."
"Well, there aren't that many situations where a blade like this is called for," Angeal says defensively. "Besides, it's a precious heirloom and I don't want it to be damaged."
"It's a fifty kilo hunk of steel!" Genesis scoffs. "It would take a bomb to even put a scratch on it!" Even Sephiroth looks dubious. "Admit it, the thing is just impossible to fight with."
Angeal scratches his cheek and then shrugs. "There are pretty much only two things you can do with it," he admits ruefully. "Swing it down or swing it across. It's not exactly versatile."
Sephiroth looks at him strangely. "... Why carry around a sword you never use?" he asks.
"It was made by my father," Angeal explains, taking the Buster Sword from his back and holding it up. "I don't know why it was so important to him, but it was. He went into debt to make it, and⊠he never made it out of that debt. After all that I can't just leave it behind, even if I can't use it."
"... I see," Sephiroth says, considering him thoughtfully.Â
"What I don't understand is why he made it so damned big," Genesis scoffs, reaching over to flick a finger at the thing. It doesn't even ring. "It's like he was giving you an impossible task."
Angeal's smile turns a little strained. "Well. He did say it was the symbol of our family's honour."
"... Your family's honour is an unwieldy sword you can't fight with," Sephiroth clarifies.
Genesis scoffs with agreement. "A useless weight on his back he can't ever let go of."
"Wow."
Angeal looks at them, stricken, and then laughs. "That's why I use my fists!" he says with forced cheer and lowers the sword. "I don't mind the weight."
"Uh-huh," Sephiroth agrees and then considers the Buster Sword. "... Would you fight with it, if you knew how to do more than two things with it?"
Angeal hesitates. "I don't know. I guess it depends on what else is there."
Sephiroth nods in understanding and narrows his eyes. "Can I have a try?"
"Uh⊠alright," Angeal says slowly and hefts the massive sword up to hold it by the flat of its blade. "If you're sure. Here."
"Hold this for me," Sephiroth says, holding Masamune out to Genesis, before grabbing the Buster Sword. He looks surprised - and then thrilled - by the weight, hefting it up and down in his hand with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.
The sacrileges continue, Genesis thinks to himself, eyeing the sword Sephiroth had never let anyone touch, and goes to pick up Masamune's sheath.
Then, together with Angeal, he steps back to watch Sephiroth figure out the Buster Sword by doing slow swings and swipes and slashes with it. Within just a few minutes, he is already doing moves that actually look like moves, rather than just awkward helpless flailing, using his whole body to make the blade fly. It's not exactly graceful, there's no way to move gracefully with a weapon like the Buster Sword - but soon it has a recognizable flow and rhythm.
It looks like a deadly and brutal dance.
"Is it wrong of me to be excited about this?" Angeal murmurs, folding his arms. "To feel a little⊠grateful?"
"Probably," Genesis mutters resentfully. "Don't let that stop you. Because I sure won't."
Sephiroth rolls the Buster Sword over his shoulder, into an arching swing that covers whole full three-sixty sweep and then brings it around again for another attack, a move that looks deceptively easy and effortless - and utterly unlike anything Angeal, with more than half a dozen years with the sword, had ever managed. Ten minutes with a sword unlike any other, and Sephiroth already has developed what looks like a martial arts move.
Angeal looks like he can't even breathe, watching it, and Genesis runs a hand over his face.
The amnesia might've turned Sephiroth into some form of savant. That's⊠might actually be worse than if he'd only forgotten just about everything. The company would absolutely abuse this - and there would be idiots who, if they knew how it happened, would try to repeat the experiment.
"Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul," he says quietly.
Angeal glances at him and hums, folding his arms. He says nothing.
Genesis sighs as the future dawns upon them ever darker and the skill gap grows. Unfortunately, there might not be much they can do - only ride the wave that might lift all their ships to sea⊠or crash them on the shoreline.Â
"I'm going to find every single SOLDIER Second that's ever asked for tutoring sessions from me, and I'm going to throw them at Sephiroth," he swears.
Angeal laughs quietly, his eyes back on Sephiroth. "They'll have to get in line."
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Haha I gave myself YQY feels ._.
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The Bet
Summary: Dustin cannot believe Eddie âThe Freakâ Munson has a girlfriend (as pretty as Galadriel, no less), and the boys seem to think the same. Max and Robin disagree, arguing that Eddie is, in fact, a catch. They decide to settle things once and for all through a bet.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Word count: 4,9k
Warnings: cursing
Notes: I'm absolutely in love with this one, it's honestly my pride and joy (at least so far). The idea for this one came to me during an Invertebrates class (should I have be paying more attention to the class? probably, but I did end up doing well overall in that subject, so). If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I hope you truly enjoy this story.
This is part of a series, but most parts can be read as standalones (so far they are published in cronological order, but this will change).
Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided (other than being gorgeous, that is!)
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âI call bullshit.â
âDustin!â El exclaimed.
âThereâs no fucking way you have a girlfriend!â
âDustin.â El gritted her teeth âDonât be mean.â
âWhat? Iâm just sayingâ Dustin explained, completely unphased âthat out of all the people sitting on this table, he is the least likely to have a girlfriend.â
âThe same has been said about you and yetâŠâ Max smirked in that sardonic way of hers, making the others laugh.
âDo not bring Suzie-poo into this!â the boy rolled his eyes, but his shoulders tensed in embarrassment.
Lunch time at Hawkins High was never a quiet affair. More often than not someone, most likely someone from their usual table (even more often than not that someone was Eddie), would be doing something rambunctious that would attract the attention of every other student in the cafeteria. They had all learned to ignore it and fully embraced their nerd/outcast situation, almost always wearing their Hellfire Club t-shirts. Today, Dustin was the one drawing attention to them, fervorously denying what he had just been told.
âCome on, people.â he opened his arms, gesturing around the table âLetâs face it. Other than Mike, Lucas and I, who already have girlfriends, the most probable person here to get a girl would definitely be Robin.â
âOuch, Henderson,â Steve punched the boy next to him on the shoulder, with a little more force than necessary âuncalled for. And besides, all she does all day is mope about Vickie, without ever making a move.â
âUh, actuallyâ Robin piped up âI just asked Vickie out, weâre gonna watch Letter to Brezhnev this weekend.â
Steve groaned, while Dustinâs face conveyed something akin to âI told yaâ.
âActually, Eddie, Iâve been meaning to ask, if this whole thing between me and Vickie does work out, can I bring her to one of our sessions?â
âBe my guest.â the man, who was currently being talked about as if he wasnât even there, answered, his smile never weavering.
âGuys, weâre losing focus here.â Dustin clapped his hands âLetâs get back to the matter at hand: Eddie, your so called girlfriend.â
âWhat about her?â
âTell us more about her.â
Eddieâs smile grew impossibly bigger.
âSheâs everything my humble heart could ever ask for.â
âHumble, yeah, right.â Steve scoffed, earning him a slap on the back of the head from Robin.
âShe is immeasurably intelligent, infinitely kind and would never hesitate to help those in need. Not to mention, she is the most beautiful creature to have ever walked this Earth.â
âHow beautiful are we talking?â Lucas asked.
âGaladriel level of beauty.â
A bunch of âwowâs and even an impressed whistle, courtesy of Robin herself, sounded from the group.
âWhat does that even mean?â asked Steve. Dustin narrowed his eyes at the older boy and didnât even bother with an answer, before addressing his DM again.
"Bullshit! Whatâs her name?â
Eddieâs once dreamy smile turned mischievous.
âYou wouldnât believe me if I told you.â
Dustin scoffed.
âThere is our answer. You are making her up.â
âNo, Iâm not.â Eddie said, a strange calmness in his voice.
âYes, you are.â
âWhy would I make her up?â
âI dunno, you are our DM, you literally come up with the most creative stories as a hobby, which, might I add, might as well be your side job at this point!â
âWhy have you never introduced her to us?â Eleven asked, only slightly offended that her new friend hadnât deemed them worthy of knowing the inner mechanisms of his private life.
Some people shook their heads in agreement.
âShe works at the time of our campaigns.â
âHow convenient.â Lucas exclaimed.
âIf you really want to meet her so badly Iâll bring her around some day.â Eddie shrugged.
"How about this?â Dustin lowered his voice conspiratorially â10 bucks sheâs made up and youâre bullshitting all of us.â
âDustin!â Max hissed.
âIâm in.â Lucas said.
âLucas!â
âGuys, donât you think this is a little⊠cruel? Making a bet at someoneâs expense?â El hesitantly pointed out.
Everyone looked in Eddieâs direction at the head of the table, whose face didnât give anything away.
âNah.â all the boys, excluding Will and surprisingly including Eddie, said.
âIâm with Dustin.â Mike said, to which El glared at him âWhat? Easiest money Iâll ever make in my life.â
âMake it 20 that not only sheâs real, but sheâs also gorgeous.â Robin chimed in.Â
âThank you Buckley.â Eddie bowed his head at her.
âSeriously?â Steve almost shouted.
âWhat, Eddie is a pretty nice guy. If I wasnât intoâŠâ she trailed off, glaring at Steve next to her as he mouthed the word âboobiesâ âother things,â she emphasized âIâd definitely date him.â
âYou are so on, Rob.â Steve indeed shouted this time âYouâre going down.âÂ
âEl?â Mike asked his girlfriend.
âI donât know. Iâm not really comfortable doing this.â
âMe neither.â Will agreed.
âIâm with Robin on this one.â it was Max's turn to say.
âAlright!â Eddie grabbed a pencil and a rumpled sheet of paper (mathâs homework, they noted) âItâs two against four: Buckley and Mayfield vs Harrington, Henderson, Sinclair and Wheeler. Should I mark 20 bucks for everyone?â
The boys, who originally opened the bet at $10 each, all agreed.
âSo that makes the final prize a total of⊠$120.â he eyed all the people on the table with a mysterious grin, his voice morphing into the one he used while performing as Dungeon Master during their campaigns âDo you, my mighty Fellowship, accept this challenge?â
Everyone looked at Dustin, the one who had come up with all that mess, to seal their next step. He stood up and extended his hand for Eddie to shake.
âHell yeah.â
âIâm telling you, there is absolutely no way in this world, and in the Upside Down, that Eddie is telling the truth.â
Dustin was leading the group around downtown Hawkins on their way to the movie theater for a showing of Top Gun.Â
âDustin, man, donât you think this is going a little too far?â Will asked, a worried look crossing his features.
âI mean, why does he feel the need to lie to us like that?â Lucas interrupted âNot having a girlfriend is not something to be ashamed of.â
âTell that to Steve.â Dustin smirked, high fiving his buddies, to which El, Will and Max rolled their eyes.
âMaybe because he isnât lying?â Max said, crossing her arms, annoyed âHas that ever crossed your minds? And that maybe he hasnât introduced her because you are simply too immature to handle it?â
Mike, Lucas and especially Dustin had the decency to look sheepish for a fraction of a second before diving right back on their shenanigans.
âI mean who in their right minds would date Eddie of all people?â Dustin changed the subject, making Max wave her arms incredulously, giving up.
âWhy is it so hard to believe someone might be interested in Eddie?â El asked, half trying to defend her friend and half genuinely curious.
âWell, for one heâs an outcast.â Lucas said.
âSo are we all.â Max retorted.
âHeâs a freak with a very peculiar set of interests.â Mike gave his input.
âThat doesnât really mean anything, we all enjoy D&D and rock music as well.â
âAnd heâs on his way to have to do the senior year for the fourth time.â Dustin finished.
âOh, come on, give the guy a break!â Max snapped âYou know what he went through this year, it kinda makes sense that school wasn't his top priority.â
El nodded, agreeing.
âBesidesâ she said, a tilt to her head indicating she actually meant it âEddie is a really nice guy and anyone would be lucky to date him.â
âWould you?â
âWould I what?â
âDate Eddie.â Mike told her âWould either of you date Eddie given the chance.â
Eleven and Max shared a look, not even hesitating before they answered.
âYes.â
âAbsolutely.â
âWhat?!â the boys asked in disbelief.
âHeâs a really nice guy!â Max said, linking arms with El.
âHeâs really funny.â El complemented, adding a skip to their step.
âAnd heâs pretty good looking.â
âHis hair is cool.â
âAnd have you seen his tattoos?â
âHeâs bitchinâ.â El finished, smiling.
Mike and Lucas looked at each other, only slightly worried, while Dustin scoffed, shaking his head in disappointment.
Arriving at the theater, they went to buy the tickets.
âOkay, letâs entertain this crazy idea for a second and say she is real.â Dustin simply couldnât let the subject go âWhat do you guys think sheâs like?â
âLike him to some degree, otherwise they wouldnât be together.â Lucas rushed in âThey have to have a lot in common.â
After a moment of silence Mike spoke up.
âI could see Eden dating him.â
âEden?â Dustin asked, perplexed âSuzieâs older sister? When did you- you know what? I donât even wanna know.â
âBut sheâs dating Argyle now.â Will pointed out.
âTrue.â
They finally arrived at the snack booth, a familiar face behind the counter that they knew pretty well.
âHey, look who it is! My favorite person in the whole world!â Dustin called your name very enthusiastically, a gigantic, very dramatic smile plastered on his face while he leaned his forearm over the counter âWhats up?â
âFlattery will get you nowhere, Henderson.â you rolled your eyes, already used to the boyâs behavior.
âBut why?â he whined, head thrown back dramatically âYou always give El an extra piece of candy every single time, how come sheâs your favorite?â
âWhaaat? I do no such thing.â you retorted, sending a conspiratory wink in El's way âEven suggesting that is an offense to my honor.â
âUgh, Iâm so sorry, miss âdo-no-wrong.â
You giggled. No matter how much it seemed to annoy you, you absolutely loved those kids and would do everything for them.
âSame as always?â
âYou know us too well.â Mike answered.
While you went about preparing the kidsâ snacks, they (read Dustin, Mike and Lucas) quickly created a game out of people watching, much to the annoyance of the rest of the group.
âWhat about her?â Lucas pointed out a girl, plain clothes and nothing truly remarkable about her appearance.
âNah, they donât seem like they really match.â Mike countered back before pointing to a stuck up looking girl who seemed annoyed to just exist âHow about that one?â
The other boys looked the girl up and down before shaking their heads.
Dustin perked up when his eyes landed on someone coming out of a showing of Poltergeist II.
âWhat about her?!â he pointed out a woman in darker clothes, excitement lacing his voice âShe seems like she would be perfect for him. Look, she even likes horror films!â
Max rolled her eyes so hard they almost popped out of the sockets.
âIf he was interested in older women he would be drooling over Mikeâs mom.â the corner of her lips lifted in a tiny smirk âHow did you describe her? âSmoking hot like chicken wingsâ?â
Mikeâs face turned red as he turned to face Dustin.
âWhat did you say about my mom?!â his next move would have surely resulted in an immeasurable amount of pain for Dustin (and probably a trip to the hospital) had you not intervened at that very moment.
âAlright! Here you go.â you started putting the snacks over the counter âThree large popcorns, one with extra butter, two large sodas, two medium sodas,â you then proceeded to hand the items one by one âBlue Raspberry Airheads for Will, Cry Baby Tears for Max, Gummi Bears for Lucas, Licorice Rockies for Dustin, Watermelon and Cherry Nerds for Mike and last, but not least, a packet of Spree for El.â
As you were sliding the packet towards El, the girl noted that you had given her a Caramello bar, hidden under the other candy. That had been something you had been doing ever since she had first stopped by the theater you work at; she had been mesmerized at the assortment of sweets on display and simply could not choose one. You had overheard her telling her boyfriend that she had never tried any of those, and you had made it your lifeâs mission to give her as much candy as you could without getting busted by your boss just so she could figure out her favorite kind. So far, nothing had beaten Spree. She smiled at you, grateful for what youâve been doing for her.
âHey!â Dustin also seemed to have noticed the interaction âI saw that!â
You and El looked at each other, suppressing a smile.
âSaw what?â Eleven asked, a deadpan look on her face that only made Dustin more exasperated.
After paying and balancing all their food, the kids started heading towards the movie rooms. As they were walking away you called after them.
âGood luck trying to defeat Lareth the Beautiful!â you waved and then added under your breath so they could not hear from the distance âYouâre gonna need it.â
âThanks!â they all responded in unison, not giving it a second though.
After a moment of playful banter, Eleven decided to address something that had been on her mind since they got to the movie theater.
âWhat about her?â
The others shot her a confused look.
âWhat about who?â Will asked.
She nodded her head back at the counter where you were wiping out fallen kernels and elaborated, though it ended up sounding more like a question.
âAs Eddieâs girlfriend?â
The boys who were in on the bet looked at each other before bursting out in hysterical laughter.
âHer?!â Lucas sputtered out âDating Eddie âThe Freakâ Munson?! Seriously El?â
âLittle Miss Perfect, Goodie-Two-Shoes over there?â Dustin added âWho works at the nursing home during the week and volunteers at the animal shelter every other weekend?!â
âThere is no way!â Mike doubled over.
âNever in a million years!â
âAbsolutely not!â
El looked towards Will and Max for support, who only shrugged, as if having given up discussing the subject. But she didnât miss the quiet look of agreement she saw crossing their faces.
On the other side of town, a similar conversation would take place only a few hours later.
âIâm telling you, Robâ Steve said, placing a recently returned copy of The Empire Strikes Back in its respective place on the shelf âif I canât keep a girl interested in me for more than a week, thereâs no way Munson has a girlfriend!â
Robin hummed, rearranging the collection of Planet of the Apes in the correct order.
âThatâs not saying much, you know that, right?â she snickered.
He rolled his eyes at what she was implying.
âLet the guy be, Steve.â she moved on to the next row âIf he says he has a girlfriend, then he has a girlfriend. I donât know why itâs so hard to believe that.â
âWe go to the same school as him, right? I donât know if you noticed but girls arenât exactly throwing themselves at him.â
âI donât know if you noticed, dingus, but heâs almost three years older than us. Heâs supposed to have graduated by now. Iâm pretty sure his girlfriend was in his original class or something.â
âBut we were freshmen when he was a junior!â he threw his arms up âIâm pretty sure we would have noticed if he started getting cozy with someone!â
âSteve,â the girl gave him a sad, almost resentful smile âyou didnât even notice me before we started working together last year. You only had eyes for Nancy.â
Steve was quiet, for he knew she was right.
âThat and you let those two dickheads Tommy and Carol infiltrate your mind and hypnotize you into becoming a jock!â she tried lighting up the mood, knowing she had hit a sensitive spot for him, which seemed to work as he chuckled.
Their bonding was interrupted by the sound of the little bell over the door, signaling a new client had just come in. Robin started the whole customer service speech while walking slowly towards the counter.
âHi, welcome to Family Video, how may we help you?â she stopped short once she realized it was you âHi! Oh my god, I havenât seen you in a while, how are you?â
âHey, Robin! Iâve been good, a little busy but whatâs new?â both of you giggled, Robin with a bit more flare than necessary.
Steve watched the interaction with a strange kind of fascination.
âWhat can I get for you today?â
âLetâs seeâŠâ you tapped your chin, deep in thought before asking with a hopeful tone âIs Lady and The Tramp available?â
âI got it!â Steve typed it down on the computer âLucky for you, mâlady, it is.âÂ
Robin stared at him as if he had grown a second head while he retrieved the tape.
âCan I get a second one? I really wanted to watch The Three Caballeros, but I think itâs kind of mandatory to watch Saludos Amigos first.â
The girl checked in and sure enough, it was available. While she checked you out, Steve was busy putting your tapes in a bag.
âMake sure to drop by more often.â Robin said âItâs been so long, we have to catch up eventually!â
âYeah, come hang out with us sometime!â Steve added, immediately wincing at his own lack of subtleness.
âWill do.â you waved at them and walked out of the store.
Robin slowly turned towards her friend.
âWhat was that?â
âI donât know! I kind of panicked!â he rubbed a hand over his face âWho was that anyway?â
âDuh,â Robin stated your name âonly the smartest, sweetest and most beautiful girl in school in forever? Straight Aâs, always super nice to everyone, incredibly well dressed, kind of a nerd, but no one gave her too much of a hard time?â
Steve continued to stare blankly at her. She sighed, giving up.
âI had the biggest crush on her in sophomore year while she tutored me in math, but she left the following year and I almost flunked without her help.â
Steve shrugged, not really remembering you at all.
âNow that I come to think of it, she used to hang out with Eddie quite a lot back then.â
âNo!â he stared at the door you had recently left through âDo you thinkâŠ?â
âI donât know!â she shrugged, a seemingly victorious smile spreading across her face âMaybe?â
They stood in silence for a second.
âThere is no way a girl as sweet and as hot as her would be interested in Munson of all people!â
âCome on, Steve, thatâs so mean!â
Almost a month had passed since that fateful lunch break. Lucas and Mike eventually settled down and forgot about the whole ordeal, but Steve and, especially, Dustin were relentless. Everyday they would bring up the subject of Eddieâs girl, to the point where the other members of Hellfire Club were starting to get annoyed.
âSo, Eddie,â Dustin started accusingly, âwhere is that imaginary girlfriend of yours today?â
Everyone groaned.Â
âHow many times do I have to tell you this?â Eddie rolled his eyes and rubbed both hands down his cheeks âSheâs working!â
âAt night? In the middle of the week?â Steve added, suspicion is his voice.
âSheâs fresh off training so she gets the worst shifts.â Eddie explained, getting kind of tired of the matter.
âHey, Steve?â
âYeah, Henderson?â
âYou know what that sounds to me?â
âWhat?â
âA bullshit excuse!â Dustin shouted, pointing his finger in Eddieâs face.
âUhm excuse me.â a voice sounded from the end of the table âIf you two old ladies have finished your daily 3 pm gossip over the window, can we go back to the game? How are we supposed to defeat Lareth if all you do is bicker all day long?!â Erica, who occasionally joined the party if she didnât have too much homework, piped up, annoyed.
Dustin mumbled, clearly not done talking about it, when an idea struck him all of a sudden, making him punch the table, rattling all of the metal figurines.
âWhat the fuck was that for, Dustin?!â Max asked, startled, a look of angered surprise on her face that matched that of almost everyone there.
âS-sorry.â he answered, only slightly embarrassed âI-Iâm just- excited to maybe finally defeat Lareth?â
He winced, not sounding the least bit convincing even to himself, but the others seemed to have bought it for now.
After the game, in which they hadnât, in fact, managed to defeat Lareth the Beautiful and frankly almost got all killed trying to do so, Dustin pulled Erica aside, out of earshot from the others, especially Eddie.
âWhat do you want?â she hissed.
âI need a favor.â
âWhat makes you think Iâd help you?â she crossed her arms petulantly.Â
âPlease?â
She sighed and nodded for him to go on.
âI need you to spy on Eddie for me.â
âUh, why?â
âWe have a bet. He says he has a girlfriend, I think itâs bullshit. Steve, Mike and Lucas agree with me, while Robin and Max, the fools, think this girl is actually real.â
âAnd what do you need me for?â
âFollow him around, I donât know. He would never suspect, youâre not part of the bet. Just try and prove that heâs actually lying to all of usâ
She thought for a long moment.
âWhatâs in it for me?â
âWhat?â he squeaked.
âWhatâs in it for me?â she repeated with a smug expression âWhat do I get out of helping you?â
Dustin sighed.
âYou can keep my share.â
Ericaâs eyes widened and her jaw dropped open.
âHonestly? At this point I just want to prove Iâm right. Join in, make the total amount larger and you can keep both yours and my share of it.â
She extended a hand for him to shake.
âItâs a pleasure doing business with you.â and she skipped away to catch up with Lucas.
Dustin hadnât heard from Erica since their conversation and his faith in her was beginning to waver. A couple more weeks went by before the girl finally joined the Club once more.
âEddie.â was the first thing she said the minute she sat down in front of the board game âI heard there is a bet of sorts going around.â
âYes there is, Sinclair the Second.â the man answered and, having a feeling where the conversation was going, grabbed the paper he previously wrote all the names (and it looked somehow even more crumpled than before).
âIâd like to join in.â she said, a large grin on her face.
âItâs $20 per person-â Eddie started explaining before she cut him off.
âActually Iâd like to add 30 bucks.â she said decisively.
Most people around the table looked at each other, impressed and apprehensive at the same time. Dustin on the other hand, nodded victoriously towards his buddies.
âAlright, I have to admit youâre bold, Sinclair the Second.â Eddie did the math âSo that increases the final prize to $150. Which side are you joining?â
Erica looked towards Dustin, who discreetly nodded at her.
âI think sheâs real.â
Dustinâs jaw dropped.
âWh-aat?!â his voice cracked from surprise.
âI just donât see why Eddie would lie, thatâs all.â she shrugged nonchalantly.
Dustin shot her a murderous look while Eddie scribbled down her name alongside Max and Robinâs.
âThat sure is a good thing. Because she was just talking about requesting to change shifts with a coworker whoâs said something about wanting to take more care of his cat during the day.â Eddie finished writing with a flurish âSo you might get to meet her pretty soon.â
âYeah, right.â Lucas snickered, which prompted an elbow to his ribs from Max.
The game proceeded without much hitch after that. After the fiasco that was trying to defeat Lareth the Beautiful the last time everyone was a little apprehensive in trying to take him out again, that was, if they could even find where he lived. But, in a move of sheer luck, Eleven managed to figure out his hideout after scoring 17 while searching an abandoned moathouse. Now all they had to do was attack.
âBut I must warn you, my fellow adventurers,â Eddie spoke, his low voice smooth and mysterious while his eyes roamed the face of everyone in the room âevery action has consequences. Think through before you strike, for you might not come out of this alive.â
El, who had been feeling brave after a succession of favorably high rolls (which may or may not have had something to do with her powers when she felt she was going to score too low, but youâd never get that out of her as long as she lived), decided to speak up.
âI say we go for it.â everyone stared at her wide eyed âWhat? We had a lot of time to prepare, everyone has their health full and all their best weapons⊠we already lost once, whatâs the worst that could happen?â
âSheâs right.â Lucas agreed, grabbing the dice âWho wants to start?â
âI will.â Steve decided âIâm the weakest of us all, that way if something happens to me you still have a chance to escape and get stronger.â
âNo, Steve.â Robin argued.
âNo one gets left behind.â Max concluded âIâll go first.â
âNo, I will.â Mike tried ripping the dice out of Maxâs hands.
âCome on, let me go first.â El tried to speak, but suddenly the metal doors squaked open, silencing everyone in the room.
Shyly, someone poked their head inside.Â
âHey!â you spoke from your place by the door âI hope Iâm not too late?â
Eddie practically jumped out of his throne.
âSweetheart!â he boomed, opening his arms âYou are just in time! They are just about to face Lareth the Beautiful.â
âAgain?â you asked, fully stepping inside the room.
âFor good this time.â he answered with a mirthful smirk. âWhat are you doing here?â
âMrs. Johnson let me off earlier from the nursing home. I managed to swap shifts with Mateo, so now I can come to your campaigns!â
Walking closer to the table, everyone gawked at your sudden appearance. You stopped beside the DMâs throne, but Eddie was quick to pull you sideways into his lap, where you landed giggling like a maniac. Turning your head over your shoulder, you pressed a light peck on his lips.
âNo wayâŠâ Lucas gaped, shaking his head.
âYes way.â Max retorted, nodding mesmerized.
âHah!â Robin slapped both her hands on the table, pointing a finger at Steve in front of her.
Confused, you stared at Eddie, whose smile has never looked more smug.
âWhat is going on?â
âIt is you?!â Dustin stood up so quickly his chair scraped on the floor before tumbling backwards onto the floor.
âIs what me?â
âYouâre his girlfriend?â Steve started in awe, feeling a tiny pang of hurt on his chest.
âUh, yeah.â you nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âHow?â Mike all but shouted, Eleven smiling triumphantly at his side.
You and Eddie shared a look.
âYou know, Wheeler,â Eddie started, smirking âwhen two people love each other-â
His speech was interrupted by a chorus of repeated âwoahâs, Steve rushing to cover Ericaâs years, Robin doing the same for El, all the while you chuckled at your boyfriendâs antics .
âThere are children here, man.â Steve hissed.
âNo, I mean it.â Dustin shook his head in disbelief âWhy are you dating him ?â
âI told you would never believe me.â Eddie explained.
Your laughter turned into a dreamy smile.
âEddie is such a sweetheart. Heâs charming, he makes me laugh. And I know I can always count on him no matter what. I know heâll always be there for me.â you beamed softly at him, before turning back to the party, a playful grin on your face âAnd it doesnât hurt that heâs incredibly attractive.â
Dustin made a gagging noise while Eddie playfully flicked his hair over his shoulder.
âI mean, who could resist my witful charms, Henderson?â
Erica turned towards her brother, Dustin, Mike and Steve, a proud look on her face.
âPay up, losers.â she made a come hither motion with her hand âI believe the four of you owe us $50 for each of us.â
She high-fived Robin and Max.
Dustin stared at her, a look of betrayal taking over his features.
âYou agreed youâd help me.â he accused.
âNoâ she said matter-of-factly âI agreed to spy on Eddie for you. And I did.â
Eddie let out a fake gasp, holding an offended hand over his heart.
âYou asked Sinclair the Second to spy on me?!â
Dustin held a hand up.
âThatâs besides the point.â he turned back to Erica âWhat happened?â
âI spied on him, just like you asked. And what I found was the both of themâ she nodded her head in your direction, where you were still draped over your boyfriendâs legs âbeing all lovey-dovey with one another. Yâall are just too dumb to see it.âÂ
Dustin shook his head as if he still couldnât believe it.Â
âNow that weâve gotten this out of the wayâ Eddieâs voice suddenly shifted to the one he used as Dungeon Master âare you ready to take on Lareth the Beautiful once and for all?â
Everyone around the table shouted words of agreement and encouragement, including you. Dustin quickly grabbed the dice, ready to go first. He raised his arms, hands cupped around the dice, and started shaking them. Every member of the club, and now you, stared at him in anticipation, before he hesitated.
âSeriously, though, what do you see in him?â
âDustin!â
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x female!reader#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#dustin handerson being a little shit#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fanfic
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could you keep doing fluffy schmelly fanfics?? iâm in in love with those đ„č
Of course :D!! I'm thinking of making these a series.
Have these two goofballs being overly competitive!
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Vanessa beats Mike to the pizzeria. Not by much, as he pulls in right after her, but Vanessa takes her victories where she can. She pretends not to notice how his face seemingly lights up when they both get out of their respective cars.Â
âSlow night?â He asks, sounding exhausted as always. She stands next to him, watching as he struggles to unlock the front door.Â
âNot slow enough.â
They make their way into the lobby. The animatronics are still on stage, which makes sense given that itâs only ten.Â
âSo, youâre here early,â she says, taking off her jacket. The inside, for once, isnât freezing cold. Maybe the owner finally realized that thereâs actual people inside?Â
âThe babysitter got to my house earlier than expected,â Mike explains, starting his routine check of making sure everything is still in place. He peeks through the curtains, using a flashlight to check on each of the animatronics. âAnd Abby was already in bed.â
â....And you didnât want to hang out any longer than you had to.â Itâs not a question, but Mike answers anyway.Â
âNo, if I have to sit through one more minute of Max scrutinizing every little thing about how I parent Abby, Iâll scream. More and more, she reminds me of my Aunt Jane.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with your Aunt Jane?â
Mike finishes up looking behind the curtain, and gives her an annoyed look.Â
âCome on, she canât be that bad. Right?â
âSheâs actively trying to get Abby taken away from me. That woman has had it out for me since I was a kid.â
Vanessa hums. âWell, at least she isnât here.â
âSmall mercies,â Mike says in a monotone voice.
âExactly.â
He groans, sweeping his flashlight across the various arcade machines.Â
Vanessa shrugs. She looks over all the different games. âI used to love playing these games,â she murmurs. âI had the highest score on a majority of the cabinets.â
âReally?â Mike asks, sounding genuinely impressed. âWhich one did you have the highest score on?â
âPac-Man.â
âPac-Man?â
âPac-Man,â Vanessa repeats. âWhat about it?â
âI justâŠ.that happens to be a game I also got the highest score on. Not here, obviously, but I think itâs kind of cool that weâŠ.â Mike trails off, returning to his nightly task of making sure nothingâs broken.Â
âHeh, bet my score was higher.â
âWas not,â Mike shoots back. Realizing how childish he must sound, Mike composes himself. âI guess weâll never know.â
They both look longingly at the arcade cabinet. Itâs powered off and covered in a layer of dust, likely due to not being used for years on end.Â
They exchange a glance at one another.Â
âIâm going to turn the power on for the arcade!â Mike shouts, sprinting towards the office.Â
In the same breath, Vanessa shouts back, âIâll start cleaning the machine off!â
-x-x-x-
âWow,â Mike says, watching Vanessa play over her shoulder. âYou are pretty good.â
She scoffs playfully. âJust pretty good?â
âEhâŠgoodish,â he teases. To which Vanessa takes her hand off the joystick to smack his shoulder.Â
Her attention wavers for just a second, but in that second, Pac-man dies. âNoooo,â she groans. âThanks a lot.â
Vanessa sees him smirk out of her peripheral vision. This only fuels her insistent need for competition. The last time she felt this strongly about beating someone was before her brother died.Â
She grits her teeth and focuses even more on the game.Â
â....You know-â
âShut up,â Vanessa mutters, refusing to allow anyone to distract her.Â
âBut-â
âNo.â
âBut I-â
âShush.â She waves a dismissive hand in his direction.Â
âHmpf.â Mike crosses his arms, looking almost like a petulant child. If she werenât so set on getting the best high score, Vanessa would laugh.Â
Eventually, though, she makes a mistake, and she has to move aside to let Mike play. Although, seeing her score (albeit briefly) makes the ten minutes of constant stress well worth it. Vanessa doesnât want to think less of Mike, but thereâs no way he can beat her score.Â
âSoooo,â she starts, in the same conversational tone that Mike did, âyou come here often?â
Instead of shushing her, Mike just side-eyes her. âUnfortunately. You?â
âSame,â Vanessa sighs, dramatically.
Mike snorts. âWell, you donât have to. You know that right? Unlike me, you donât get paid for being here.â
Vanessa gives an even more dramatic sigh, whirling around so sheâs facing towards the lobby. âI can leave if you want.â
âWhat?â Mike asks, sounding actually terrified at the prospect of her leaving. âWait, Vanessa, I didnât mean-â
The arcade game goes into a game over screen.Â
Vanessa grins, turning back to face Mike. âHa!â
He rolls his eyes, trying and failing to keep the grin off his face. âWhatever. It was bound to happen anyway.â
âUh, huh, sure.â
They glance over their scores, taking the time to appreciate them. Vanessaâs last score from over a decade ago is nowhere near their scores from today.Â
Mike stares at the screen in disbelief. âWe-âÂ
âTied,â she finishes.Â
âHow?â
Which is a very good question, and one that Vanessa can not possibly answer. By all accounts they should not have tied. And not because sheâs a sore loser or anything, but because Vanessaâs fairly certain they were both on different levels when they lost. Not that thereâs any way to prove that.
âWe need to break the tie,â Mike says, a finality in his tone.Â
She nods.Â
They look around the arcade. Thereâs five or six different arcade cabinets, a few (probably rigged) claw machines, andâŠ.
They look at each other.Â
âSkee ball,â they say in unison.
-x-x-x-
In the corner, unseen, two boys watch over their respective, overly-competitive siblings.Â
âSheâs always been like this,â Cassidy mutters. âUsed to sock me in the arm when she lost.â He rubs his arm. âHurt like a-â
âMikey has always been competitive too. Though, he didnât hit me when he lost.â Garrett watches the display with interest. âIâm just glad heâs having fun. I havenât seen him smile sinceâŠâ
âHer either. ItâsâŠkind of nice. Iâve missed seeing her smile.â
Watching is the best they can do (well, that and occasionally messing with the arcade machines), but for now, thatâs all they have to do. For once, their siblings arenât in pain or danger.Â
And for nowâŠ.
âŠ.that is more than they can hope for.
#fnaf fanfic#schmelly#cross posted on ao3#fnaf vanessa#vanessa shelly#mike x vanessa#mike schmidt#fluff
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Kevin Atwater- High School Reunion
"YN? Is that you?" I turn around after grabbing my coffee from my normal coffee shop when I see one of my old high school friends. Friends is a loose term, she was a bully who took me under her wing but still occasionally bullied me, just not a very nice person
"Kelsey hey" I say through gritted teeth
"It's been a while hasn't it. How are you?"
"I'm good thanks, you?" I ask hoping it will be a short conversation
"I'm good thank you. 5 year married and got a little boy now"
"Oh wow, that's lovely"
"Here let me show...."
"I'm sorry I have to get to work but it was lovely seeing you" I start to walk off from her when she jogs up to me
"Are you coming to the reunion next week?"
"I wasn't planning on it"
"It's ok if your still single and only working in a convenience store, not all of us can be successful"
"Actually I'm a police office, intelligence. Plus I'm actually married so..." I notice Kelsey looks down at my ring hand "I don't wear a ring to work just in case I loose it, jobs pretty demanding"
"Oh well bring him along. I have to dash but I'll see you next week"
"Hey Kevin" I slide my chair over to his desk
"What do you want?" Kevin squints his eyes
"So..."
"Here we go"
"I ran into an old friend of my, well not old friend but that's a long story. Anyway, she asked if I was going to my high school reunion next week and when I said no she assumed it because I'm single and I work in a convenience store. So I told her I'm married and I thought..."
"You want to get married?" Kevin frown
"Kinda. I thought maybe you could pretend to be my husband?"
"What?" Kevin looks at me shocked
"Please, your my partner so you know me best out of everyone here"
"You want me to pretend to be your husband?"
"Yes?"
"I can't believe I'm going to say this but fine"
"Thank you thank you thank you" I jump out of my chair and hug him
"Atwater, YLN this is a work place not a social club" Voight shouts to us from his office
"Sorry" I sit back in my chair and push myself back to my own desk.
"Ok so remember we met in police academy, graduated together"
"We did?"
"Yes, but we then started dating once we were patrol officers together. You proposed to me on holiday to France and we got married a year later. We don't have children yet because we love our job, but we want 3 kids" I fix Kevin's jacket
"Ok I got it" taking in a deep breath we walk into the building our reunion is being held at
"YN you made it"
"Kelsey hi. We're not staying for long though we're working late"
"Of course. So this must be your husband"
"Yes this is Kevin. Kevin this is Kelsey"
"It's nice to meet you" Kevin shakes Kelsey's hand
"Are you wearing your rings tonight?" Kelsey asks
"Yeah I am" I hold up my hand, they're just pandora rings that I thought would work
"Oh... they're not that expensive are they, but I suppose with your jobs you wouldn't want to risk loosing $1000s right"
"Exactly"
"Let's go and get something to drink and sit shall we?" Kevin and I follow Kelsey over to the bar, we get a drink and head to a table
"Guys you remember YN YNL right? Well look who's here. She's a cop and married. Who'd have thought" we all sit down and I just feel uncomfortable, this was such a bad idea I should have just stayed home
"So Kevin tell us. When did you first realise you were in love?"
"Oh Errm. We were on a case together where she went into an abandoned building. She got shot and I realised that I couldn't live my life without her" this actually did happen a year ago
"Aww that's so cute, we'll not you getting shot"
"Yeah he came with me to the hospital and waited for me to be patched up"
"What about you YN when did you fall in love with Kevin?"
"It was the same day. He was super sweet and I saw a different side to him" Kevin's phone rings making him stand up
"You two are so cute together so when are you planning on adding to the family"
"Not yet, maybe soon though"
"YN we have to go. That was Voight. They've got a lead" I nod my head and get up
"Sorry to cut this short but duty calls"
"Of course maybe we can grab coffee one day"
"Sure" no chance.
Kevin and I leave getting into his car
"You know what I said was true" Kevin says pulling out of the car park
"Same"
"So my place or yours?"
"Huh?"
"That wasn't actually Voight. I asked Adam to call us to get us out of there"
"You are a genius" I laugh
"So my place or yours?"
"Yours?" I raise an eyebrow
"You got it"
#one chicago#one chicago imagine#chicago pd#chicago pd imagine#kevin atwater imagine#kevin atwater x reader#kevin atwater#kevin atwater x yn
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My darling Bakerá°á©
Fatgum x Black!Reader
When Fat gum first met you, he was hooked. But you were stubborn, as a black person is, So he just wins you over, step by step.
Quirk: Ivy. You are practically Ivy from Marvel, Only if you overuse your quirk, you will very well die because the plant quirk makes you pretty immune to shit. So when you do get sick, HELLA Fatalđ„°
Y/N was a owner of the Bakery downtown, "The Blooming Garden" . The bakery was your dream since you were little, as you weren't exactly(allowed/ didn't want to/ wasn't qualified ect. ) to be a hero.
You loved your bakery. It was your pride, your livelihood. You couldn't imagine being without your bakery because of a villain. It was too horrible for you to imagine.
The first time you met Fat gum was when he was in his slim form and needed to refill. Fatgun was around 5'11 or 6'0, you couldn't tell.
Now in his normal form, he's a solid 8'2. But you've never seen Fatgum, nor his slim form. So you, the innocent baker, though he was just a new customer.
"Wow.. I didn't expect a actual garden..-" He said, genuinely impressed at the flowers and vines that gave the place a cozy meadow vibe. Taishiro would look at the baker who was kneading some dough and his heart skipped a beat.
Why were you so perfect? The way the afternoon sun hit your dark skin and how your hair swayed with each movement of your hands, he thought he had died and went to heaven.
It took you a minute to notice the tall man. Once you did you smiled warmly at him and stopped what you were doing. "Welcome to my Bakery! What is on your cravings list Today dear?"
Oh sweet cinnamon rolls you done got this man way to deep
His face flushed a bright pink and he smiled nervously. "Ah- Well I'm new around here so, Can I get one of everything?" He asked, taking notice your taken aback expression.
Not once did ANYBODY say they wanted one of everything. That's damn near 150 dollars. You raised a eyebrow and huffed.
"Listen, I get you are new to this bakery, but I don't do things like that unle-" You paused as he got out cash money. So he was serious??
"How much would that be?" He asked, smiling at you with that bright aura of his. It was obvious he didn't hear what you were just saying as he was absorbed into his own world.
"... 150.00-" Y/N sighed in defeat, going behind the counter and putting one of every baked sweet you had in their assortment boxes, then proceeding to hand him the bag after ringing up the items.
The hero smiled even brighter at how you had given up on denying him and just snickered at how adorable your pout was. "Cute.." He mumbled before turning to walk out the door.
"Bye hun, See you soon." Taishiro said, eating a blueberry muffin as the door jingled at his exit.
A hour later you were closing up shop when you remembered him. "Seriously, Is he ok.." You muttered.
After closing the bakery you couldn't help but feel a bit more uneasy at how dark it was.
"Is it seriously 7:00?" Y/N questioned she made her way back to her house. Now you weren't dumb or oblivious, so you noticed it quickly when you felt the eyes of a unknown person on you after walking past a alleyway.
You especially knew it was on you went past the police station and the feeling you were being watched dismissed only after you past said police station.
Eventually you paused and turned around, dropping your bag with a clenched fist next to you and staring into the darkness that you just left. You opened your mouth and intensified your stare.
Being the one person who has actively planned out a death but never went through with it you just stood there. The offender took a step towards you and you instantly lifted your hand. He raised an eyebrow as you opened your mouth to speak.
"Alright you disgusting stalker weirdo come on over so I can knock some sense into you.." Y/n said through gritted teeth as she rolled her sleeves up and prepared herself for a fight.
The person stepped into view and smiled. "Why there's no need to be violent baby, we can talk this out at my place with a bottle of wine, what do you say?" This guy was a new female offender, as he was now known for stalking women before convincing them to go with him, then he'd kill them.
"Touch me and you lose your ability to tell you mouth from your ass." You said, Your hair now covering your eye as the guy ran and laid a nasty finger on your shoulder.
The next morning you were at the bakery, making some cinnamon rolls that was called in, along with some beef teriyaki, when Fatgum in his fat form and his work study students walked in. The red-haired one looked around in awe at how nature themed the place was. The purple haired one with his hood up just stayed hidden behind Fatgum.
You didn't know any of them. You remembered faces, and Fatgum seemed similar to the guy who came in yesterday, the jackets were the same. As you finished frosting the cinnamon rolls, you heard the red one say how Manly your bakery was. It made you snicker at how honest he sounded.
"Why thank you, built it myself and nearly died." You said as the red one's eyes widened. You took notice of all three's shocked expression as some other customers walked in with gifts. You were quite confused, it wasn't (birthday) yet, was it??
Just as you doubted, it was your birthday. These people were your friends from high school, and some recent friends who frequent your café. They all focused on you, not even sparing The three a word other than "Excuse me." or "Morning." before smothering you in endless love and support.
You got them to settle down just enough to apologize to Fatgum, Kirishima and Amajiki. "I deeply apologize about this. I don't know why but around these parts of town my birthday has become some time of celebration."
You said before packing up the large cinnamon rolls and the beef teriyaki. "And it's on the house." After handing the two boxes to Fatgum everyone walked out the bakery and gave you enough space to close it early for the day.
"Oh yeah, Y/N you have a stain that looks like blood on your bag." One of your friends said and you deadpanned you slowly turned to them with murder in your eyes. "I killed someone before opening the bakery." You said, making it unable for everyone else to tell if you were serious or not.
"I'm joking!" You said, flicking their nose. "It's ketchup from the spaghetti I had last night." Y/n laughed and her friends laughed. "You are a dark person." Your male friend said before both of your friends walked you away to you're favorite hangout spot, leaving Fatgum and his students standing at the bakery.
A/n- This is gonna be a part one and I'll work on the dabi part two when I wake up tomorrow. Love y'all <3
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ENEMIES TO LOVERS W/ BERNARD ORRRRRR BERNARD X READER WHOS ALSO THE SPIRIT OF AUTUMN AND PREFERS HALLOWEEN :))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Truce
A/n: I tried my best to mix both, but I apologize if it doesn't make much sense. I hope you like it nonetheless.
Bernard the elf x reader
Oh great. Here comes Bernard. Mister Christmas trumps Halloween every year.
I've tried my best to be civil in the conversations we do have, but every year when I come to the workshop for the annual meeting he shows up and gets mad that I can't seem to put Christmas above the clearly better holiday. Halloween.
I mean who doesn't like Halloween? Apparently him.
"Change your mind yet?" He pauses in front of me holding a small wrapped present.
"Have you?" I countered before crossing my arms.
"How'd the meeting go?"
"If you must know everything is fine. Autumn is on time as usual and winter will be here shortly."
"Good to know. Then it can be Christmas." I gritted my teeth together at his words. The smirk sprawled on his face proved my point that he was just trying to get under my skin. Not happening.
"I'm not going to argue with you Bernard. You don't have to like Halloween more than Christmas, but you do have to respect that I like it more than your holiday. It's part of my season." I huffed out. I was tired of the back and forth.
I noticed his shoulders drop slightly before he smiled wider and held out the gift. I took it before looking up at him.
"What is this for?"
"A truce."
"But why?" He let out a sigh before dropping his eyes to the ground.
"I've been sorta rude to you in the past..so I wanted to say I was..sorry." At his final word he looked back at me. Hopeful I would accept it.
"Fine. Truce." I agreed.
He motioned for me to open the small package and I did. Laying inside was a small, black box upon opening it there was a handmade locket in the shape of a spider.
"Wow..this is beautiful..thank you." I looked up at him and for once gave him a genuine smile.
"I made it myself..I thought maybe I could respect that Halloween was more your thing."
"That's very kind of you...I have to get going though.." I skimmed my fingers over the locket before closing the box and giving him one last smile.
"Goodbye then y/n." I waved goodbye before I began my exit from the small workshop.
The season passed without any hiccups and the following year came by quickly. Me and Bernard for once had no rivalry when we met. It was awkward at first. Neither of us knowing how to approach the other with kindness. I was so used to having to be short and rude with him. It was a nice change though once we found something to talk about.
From that moment forward we were friends and the locket he made me found it's home around my neck. I simply couldn't not wear it. It was beautiful and represented something I held close to my heart.
The following year was much of the same, but it differed than my last visit. Bernard seemed strange. More interested in my personal life instead of my job as the spirit of Autumn. He grew closer during our conversation. Brushing his hand with mine. Just twice.
Which led up to this year.
As I made my way out of the meeting room and down into the workshop I spotted Bernard patiently waiting for me to exit. A huge smile sprouting across his face when he finally saw me.
"Hey! How have you been?"
"I've been well. What about you?" He brought me into a small hug before pulling apart and we turned to begin our walk out of the workshop.
"I've been doing alright. It gets pretty busy this time of year."
"Yeah Christmas is right around the corner." I laughed he laughed along with me before coming to a halt and I stopped beside him.
"Would you maybe uh consider..hanging out sometime soon..alone." He looked like a nervous wreck and I smiled at him.
"Of course we can."
"Awesome!" He gave me a smile before we continued our slow walk out of the workshop.
Our eventual parting of ways led up to our hang out. Which turned romantic very quickly.
"You kissed me?" I was stunned as I pulled away he began to stutter out.
"O-oh my I'm so sorry! I thought you liked me back but I was wrong i- I shouldn't have assumed that yo-"
"Bernard!" He froze and looked at me wide eyed.
"It's alright..I like you too..I just wasn't expecting you to kiss me is all."
"Oh.." He began to mess with a loose thread in his shirt and I leaned forward and placed my hands upon his.
"You can do it again if you would like?" I smiled at him and he smiled back
"Okay."
The following year wasn't a wait to see one another. We saw each other as soon as we possibly could. Soon enough I was spending spring and summer at the pole with Bernard. Autumn and winter led to a small series of breaks we had to take from one another as our jobs couldn't wait.
Each passing year I couldn't wait to see him. We grew closer and closer. Eventually I realized that maybe just maybe I liked him the whole time. Maybe the rivalry wasn't about the holidays. Just a small excuse for us to talk to one another.
I still settle on the fact that Halloween is far better than Christmas, but Bernard doesn't need to know that.
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SUMMARY: you're supposed to be doing your skin care routine right now, but teasing yves sounds much more appealing.
WARNINGS: none!!! :D
COMMENTS: THSI IS MY FIRTS TIME WRITING FOR HIM AND FOR ANY IKEPRI CHARACTER RAHHHH ^^; i've literally only played up to like. chapter five SO UHHHH IF CHARACTERIZATION IS WEIRD TAHTS WHY!! i did my best!!!!
also tagging @xxoomiii because heyyyyyy haha this is your man i hope you like it!!!
You can practically feel his disapproving stare as you pull the bed sheets over your face. Right around this time is when you would usually do your skincare routine with Yves, and even though you werenât opposed to indulging him every night, you were far too exhausted from dealing with his brothers all day to bother with washing various products off your face five different times. You try to ignore how disappointed Yves surely was in you, being as diligent with his self-care routine as he was.
âBelle.â he calls, voice soft and without the scolding you thought you would receive, âArenât you forgetting something?â
âI donât feel like it tonight.â you murmur, wishing the silky bed sheets would hide your form better.
Your only warning is a soft sigh before the sheet is peeled away from your body. You huff as Yves gazes down at you, his brow furrowed and pretty lips pursed in concern. He looks so worried, and while it should make you feel cared for, you really really just want to sleep. You curl in on yourself in a vain attempt to hide, but before you can hide your face, Yvesâs hand shoots out and stops you. Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze, and with the way heâs looking at you you know he didnât do that intentionally.
âAh...apologies.â he yanks his hand away, avoiding your eyes, âI just...You shouldnât skip out on your skincare routine. Itâs important to polish your appearance.â
Ah, yes. You remember his first lecture about polishing gemstones all too well. The memory of his breath against your neck is still all too vivid, and you find yourself paying more attention to his moving lips than his words. He talks a bit longer about how beautiful he thinks you are, and although the words are flattering you take far more pleasure in watching his face slowly turn pink. He seems to realize where exactly youâre looking, and as his cheeks turn pink you grab him by the lapels and pull him forward.
The kiss you place on his forehead surprises him. He expected you to go for his lips like you usually do, but he canât say heâs disappointed. You pull away with a soft smack and press your forehead against his, where you shut your eyes and rest for a moment.
âIf you think this will get you out of your skin care routine, you are sorely mistaken!â he babbles, stumbling over his words like a fool.
âI love you,â you say, and youâre sleepy enough that it sounds so dreamy on your lips, and Yves almost combusts on the spot.
âDonâtâ!â he sucks in a breath, gritting his teeth, âI love you too, but...where is this coming from?â
âDoes it matter?â you say softly, âI donât think it does.â
Yves supposes you are right. After all, you seem to disregard where many things come from, himself included.
âI like telling you I love you. Youâre always so kind to me, and to your people...even though they donât give a damn about you. And you tried your hardest to look out for me when I first came here, and you even gave me a pretty notebook and did my hair for our date andââ
He gets it. Yves gets it, he gets that you adore him just as much if not more than he hates himself. His body wants to squirm and bolt away from you, but youâre still holding his face and keeping him rooted to the spot. Your eyes are still closed and your voice sounds so sleepy and wow, has your skin always looked this kissable?
âI...I thought you said you were tired.â he stammers.
âNo, not tired. Just said I didn't feel like doing skincare tonight. I just want to hug you and go to sleep.â you open your eyes, and for a moment heâs lost in them.
But then you pull away, and reality hits him harder than a slap in the face.
âYouâll have to make up for it in the morning, you know.â Yves says, and you smirk because his choice of words means you have absolutely won.
âMhm. I know, love.â you laugh, a light, airy sound that makes his heart pound.
He allows you to pull him into bed next to you without resistance. You throw your arm around his waist and curl up against his back, spooning him. For what seems like the hundredth time that night, Yves turns that pretty shade of light pink. Your breathing slows, and he can feel your heart beating against his back. Your breath against his skin makes him nervous. Your hand around his waist finds the hand he rests on his stomach and slides against it. Your fingers intertwine and he has to stop his heart from imploding. He feels warm. He feels so loved and cared for. What a strange feeling this is.
He wants more.
What did he do to deserve this? Usually he asks these questions when faced with hardships, wondering why he couldnât have just been anyone else. Why he couldnât have been more like his half-brothers. Why he had to be a prince that didnât belong in any kingdom. Now he asks because of you. And while your presence has changed nothing about the outside world, it has done wonders to the world inside his head, the one he envisions for you and him. The one he wants to create.
He wants nothing more than to be the person you continue to love. Maybe, if Yves is the person you love, heâd be alright being him. It's not something he can say confidently yet, but youâve been around long enough that he has little reason to doubt it.
And as your hand squeezes his in your sleep, a little reminder from you to stop thinking like that, Yves finds himself drifting off with a soft smile.
#ONCE AGAIN IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOU DONT!!!!!#auburn's fics <3#yves kloss#yves kloss x reader#ikemen prince fluff#ikemen prince#ikemen yves kloss#ikepri#ikepri yves#ikepri yves kloss
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omg you answered hi!!, so uhm, what about, it's their first date and all, and it's STEVENS first time đ so reader shows him the basics, and also LOTTSSS of praise, please and thank you!! Oh and also, bonus if Marc in the end is just like "wtf"lol!đ
Eeeheh
First times the charmâĄ
Summary: steven asks you out on a date after months of mutual pinning, so you decide you show him the ropes.
Pairings: Steven Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader
Warnings/tags: smut, praise, sub Steven, and also Steven, oh yeah and reader soft dom, Steven with a v!...for...for virgin.
Enjoy! :)
"..what was that Steven?" You ask with a hint of nervousness.
"Would you..like to go on a date with me?.." he replies with a small shutter of breath right after.
After months and months of little hints that you're hitting on him.
Now?
..oh Steven grant you're gonna be the death of us all.
"yes! Yes of course" you say startling him, he didn't ACTUALLY think you..you'd go out with him.
"Oh..oh!! Oh yes okay, I didn't think you'd actually say yes..oh God I can't think straight" he mutters the last part, you chuckle.
"Yes Steven grant, I will go on a date with you" you say, reassuring him.
"Okay..yeah."
25 minutes.
25 minutes late.
You waited 25 minutes for him.
He's not going to show up is he?
Fuck this. You thought.
You grabbed your purse and headed straight for the door.
And as soon as you walked up, the doors swing open, with a very sweaty and very exhausted Steven looking up and you like a kicked puppy.
"Oh love..we're you..we're you leaving?.." he heaves as you look at him with a distorted look on you face.
You grab his hand walk up to the bar and shove him onto the stools, not to hard but definitely not to soft.
"25 minutes." You said with gritted teeth.
"I know love-" "25 minutes exactly!" You whisper shout to him.
"Love I..I can explain." He sighs.
"Well you better hurry on the way" you day before grabbing his wrists and walking towards the exit.
" Oh! Okay.." he says behind you, quite flustered with how rough you're being with him.
You began to walk to a bus stop while he explained.
" so when I was finally ready! I walked out the door and the bus was leaving." He says out of breath as the bus finally shows up.
.
"Wow." You say.
He looks over to you.
" that's it?, as you dragged me all the way to a bus stop, held my wrist in the tightest hold and wow?" He says in disbelief "
You walk onto the buss with him and sit down and pat the seat next to you signaling him to sit down .
"All that..for me?" You say, why would he go through all that?.
"Well because..you're very smart, you're pretty, beautiful. Very cunning, and dashing, and the way you express yourself in everything is just so..you, I don't ever want you to think of yourself differently than anyone else". He says, with true interest.
"..not..everyone, I wasn't a very big hit with my ex." You say putting your head down.
He turns to you, and leans his head down.
"Why not darling?"
"He thought I was..annoying..and that the only GOOD think about me was my..my body.." he grinds his teeth and you swear they would have broke for you not stop him.
"But! We uhm.. i got away from that." You say putting your hand onto his shoulder.
He turns his head back to the front of him.
"I don't think you're annoying." He says quietly.
"Thank you. " you reply.
Once you reached your stop, you reach out for his hand instead of snatching it, he looks up and smiles at you and takes your hand and follows you off the bus.
You arrived..at his flat?
You've been over there once to know his room was on the fith floor.
You reach the elevator and press the five button.
"Wait are we- love i" the ding signals that you on his floor.
"Y/n wait I didn't think we'd come back here, I didn't clean up-" he stops.
You kiss him.
Hungrily as it is, you also show love and desire.
While he was busy with the shock going down his spine. You opened his doors with his keys while he was disconnected from this plane, you shove him inside.
"Oh I don't care. I don't care one bit" you say to him as he backs up, his pants growing tighter under the gaze of your lustful eyes.
"Love...I huh" he breathes heavily, having your gaze fixed on him is so very exciting., but makes him very nervous.
You shut the door and lock, all the while Steven is a nervous wreck, is he really going to have sex with his best friend?, his only friend at that.
If this goes wrong it could change everything.
"SO Steven. " you raise your voice slightly.
He looks over to you.
"How much knowledge do you have on this concept?" You ask walking closer to the man.
He shakes his head, no, this was all so different to him and new.
"Oh baby I had a feeling you would say that" you say taking his hand in yours and walking over to his bed.
Until.
You spot it.
"It's not a sex thing I promise! Sorry.. is that kind of a red flag to you?" He asks cautiously.
"That entirely depends Steven." you say lustfully.
"Oh".
"But that seems a little too extreme for you today baby, let's learn the basics." You set him down onto the bed and straddle his waist feeling his hardened length kept under his pants.
You grind down softly, just enough to get him used to the feeling, tou whimpers softly, nestling his head into the crook of your neck.
"I know baby.." you hold his head up to look at you.
You lay him on his back and get rid of your skirt, putting a hand on his thigh, as if asking for permission, he nods so you unzip his pants and pull them down ever so slightly to reveal the precum on his trousers.
You go back up to pull them down, and his cock springs free and the tip is leaking precum onto his stomach.
Steven lies there in embarrassment, while you sat there in shock.
It's always the quiet ones.
"eh..eheh...it's considered..rude to stare" he shuffles under your gaze.
You eyes wander off to the ankle restraint.
You look at his eyes as he squirms with nervousness.
"Okay sweetheart. " you slid your panties off and throw them off wherever and not caring where they land.
They just so happen to land on a mirror, where Steven looked and saw himself, but different, the man in the mirror was not Steven, as he had a look of shock on his face.
But thats for another time.
You begin stroking his cock, in a slow smoothe rhythm, looking in his eyes as he whimpers meekly, hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white
"You're so pretty steven" you whisper under your breathe, coming out quieter than intended.
You pick up the pace leaving Steven in gasps and breathy moans as his hands find your wrists gripping onto hem tightly.
"Gonna- love I don't- wanna..not yet!" He cries out, and you grab his face pulling his chin down so he's looking at you.
"Go ahead baby, for me?" You respond as he shuts his eyes, dipping his head back and shocks of pleasure shoot throughout his body, releasing himself onto his lower stomach and your fist.
You slow down the motion helping him ride out his orgasm as his quiet sobs slow down.
"Ah...ahhh...s-sorry..oh God I'm so sorry-" he stutters out.
"It's okay love" you repeat back his nickname
Steven looks down between your legs, and he reaches forward for your thigh when you stop his hand.
"I think you've had enough for today." You say kindly to him, to which he replies
"Well love-"
And suddenly your back is against his wall the bed is pushed against.
"Thats just not fair innit?" He says spreading your thighs apart.
"Steven really it- oH FUCK-" You gasp and his lips attach to your clit, sucking harshly but ever so slow.
"Fuck steven!" You scream, hand thrown into his hair, gripping harshly.
He groans and they send straight pleasure throughout your core
"Fucckk steven..so good..so so..fuck." you manage to squeak out at his attack to your wet folds.
Your legs begin to shake as your eyes roll to the back of your head and everything turns white.
You slowly come down from your intense orgasm, and Steven mouth and chin are covered with your slick.
"..fffuck" you manage out, legs feeling numb, you reach forward and wipe the sweat of his brow before pulling him down next to you.
"..I don't belive it." you say.
"You don't belive what love?" Replied Steven
"I don't beilve you're a virgin, eating pussy like THAT? What the fuck steven?" You say playfully
"Oh..past life?? Maybe muscle memory"he replies.
"SOMETHING..shit.." you laugh
"I love you" he sighs
"..I love you too."
Steven is awoken in the middle of the night to whispers.
He looks to the side of him at the mirror next to his bed.
The man in the mirror with a completely different expression, a look of shock.
"What the fuck steven"
A/n: omg my first smut!!! Thank you for requesting this, I know it's bad but like I said FIRST smut, I hope you like it!!
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