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keebs i did it i fixed what yours was missing bro !!! anyways good evening wriolette nation i hope you're eating well because i forgot to eat my birthday cake because i was drawing this !! wriothesley was my genuine reaction when i discovered neuvillette's thigh highs im ngl ANYWAYS everyone go check out my good bro @k33bsi (artist of the original art this one is based on) who will provide you... mostly with mdzs ngl but hey fandoms intersect in the most unexpected of ways maybe you guys will be into that
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#artwork#digital art#doodle#art#rkgkillust#illustration#genshin#genshin memes#genshin impact#wriothesley#neuvillette#wriolette#neuvithesley#old men yaoi ig#i don't like the term yaoi for reasons but the joke was too funny for me to resist#i kind of want to eat my birthday cake now but i know it's too late and i will regret it because i will not be able to digest it#that's what it felt like when i wasn't able to draw more fanart because i had to sleep early these past couple of days#i've been cranking out the fanart fr lately#it comes at the cost of not drawing as much original stuff in my sketchbook#side note but hoyo really skimped out on the muscle with wriothesley#it was at this moment that i realized i forgot to give wriothesley some GRISTLE ON HIS CHIN FUCK#know that i intended for some gristle#you can't tell me that he doesn't have sideburns like abraham lincoln
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Gifts and Cake
Emperor Geta x Reader
Summary: Your marriage was arranged but your love for each other was not.
Marrying him was not in your favour.
He took a liking to you at one of your father's parties and now, you were his wife.
Emperor Geta truly showed his other side to you.
While people saw a raging crazy man, he was kind and sweet with you.
An unmerciful ruler, but a kind husband.
He always made sure you had everything you wanted.Â
And as your birthday approached, he came to you during the day.
Bursting into the room you currently sat, reading and eating fruit.
"Tomorrow is your birthday, My Darling Wife, I wish to know what it is that your heart desires?"Â his question was so sudden you froze for a moment.
"I believe I have everything because I have you, My Husband. But I do know you and you mean gifts, I simply wish for cake, you know my love for sweets and if it's not too much a new pet." you ended up saying.
"A pet? What kind? A tiger or lion perhaps?"
"No, nothing like that, I simply wish for a healthy kitten."Â
"A kitten. Why a cat if I may I ask?" you watched as his face filled with confusion.
"I adore them, and I wish for a small companion to be with me when you can't." His eyes lit up at your words and a smile spread on his lips..Â
"My Sweet Darling!" he kissed your hand before darting out of the room you smiled at his actions.Â
He left just as he arrived.
â-
The next morning came, you woke up to your husband missing from his side of your bed, but soon, he entered with servants.
All carried presents for you.
"My Love! This day is special, we celebrate your birth after all! To show my love for you, these are all presents from me."Â
"Thank you!" you smiled as the servants placed all gifts around you and left, leaving you and your husband who eagerly watched you and waited for your reaction.
You began with a smaller box, it had a beautiful new ring inside.
"To match my own." Geta spoke up and you looked at him, seeing his hand you noticed the same ring on his pinky.Â
"I really like it. Thank you."
You looked at all the presents which included a lot of different jewellery, dresses and sweet things.
"I really liked everything, Geta. Thank you." you smiled as he waved a finger at you.
"Not everything. Of course, we will hold a party tonight, there will be cake as I promised and I still have one gift for you."Â
The entire day went by pretty usual.
During the evening as promised, there was a party held in your honour.
You had so many sweets and enjoyed the songs. Your husband was there as you laughed and enjoyed yourself.
Caracalla was another pleasant surprise with his lovely gift. He arranged for you and Geta a lovely bath in a popular bathhouse.
But most importantly, your husband finally gave you your last gift.Â
"As promised, My Empress, your new pet. Name him as you please." a beautiful white kitten sat in Geta's arms. Such a small and gentle being.
You stood up from your seat and your husband handed you the kitten.
"Thank you, My Love. I'm very happy. Today has been the happiest." you said with a smile and a kiss to your husband's lips.
"It is only the beginning, we still have much wine to drink and we will head to our chambers." he whispered the last part into your ears, and you smiled at him once more.
"I truly love you, Geta."
"And I love you, My Empress."Â
You sealed your love with a kiss.
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warnings for nsfw! implied age gap (it's always age gap when it's older pro heroes), swearing, afab reader, she/her used, fingering, dom! aizawa (?), poorly written smut. this is my birthday gift from me to me! mdni.
shota aizawa and birthdays are not a great mix. he's as emotionally available as a pet rock, so it takes him a while to actually care for such dates.
but when yours comes around, it's an entirely different situation. he somewhat cares, and he's thoughtful enough to consider buying you a gift. key word being consider. it's usually something small like buying you lunch from the cafeteria, or gifting you something practical for your hero suit. and it's very subtle; he gives you his 'gifts' with nobody around so there's no speculation about his bias for your special day.
this year, he made two tiny mistakes.
one, getting noticed by hizashi yamada.
two, buying you something entirely different than before.
so when he's attempting to wrap a small chocolate box in crinkly wrapping paper, he can sense his workmate's eyes lingering on his figure. thinking little of it, he continues.
shota should've known there was something going on the second he stepped foot in the teacher dorms and it was empty. the only sign of life were your huffs and groans coming from the kitchen as you measured flour and some other dry ingredients.
"y/n? where are the others?"
"they said they had to go prepare some stuff at the faculty lounge for my secret party" you laughed, "can you believe i'm stuck baking my own cake?"
shota's eyes slightly widened as he walked towards the elevator, explaining how he had a small present for you. taking advantage of the solitude, it was better for him to deliver his present now than later. a few minutes went by until he returned with a small bag, inside being a box wrapped in crepe paper.
"oh my gosh, you really didn't have to, aizawa" you giggled, your hands steady on the kitchen counter as you jumped to take a seat. you slowly tore away the paper to reveal a simple, black box with golden lettering. they were chocolates, and not the cheap kind. "these look so good, you wanna share?"
he shook his head in response. "they're for you, y'know." you tilted your head to the side, "and if i want to share?"
he scoffed, "alright, but don't be complaining later when i eat the wholeâ"
there was a loud sound coming from a speaker. shota knew that mic bought it to have ambiance music during dinner or during cooking, but he never knew it could turn on by itself. more importantly...
the speaker wasn't playing pure background noise. it was playing a song.
shota sighed as he recognized the familiar tune, which was one he had heard during his younger years. and he knew that you recognized it too, from the way in which you held in your laugh. "is this your doing, aizawa?" he shook his head as his phone pinged, and to his surprise, it was a text.
Yamada 19:05 AIZAWA BUDDY Hope you like the surprise!!! We won't look at the kitchen cameras for the rest of the night We still want you to be at the lounge for Y/n's party at 9 tho so move along!!
Shota 19:07 Are you fucking serious?
Yamada 19:08 It's her birthday so you know she wanna rii-ii-iiide out Seriously we're gonna be upset if you waste my good music for nothing bro.
"it's mic's doing" he grumbled, to which you laughed. "is this his attempt at setting us up?" he asked. "probably. is it working?"
"i don't know a single person who enjoys this song unironically. do you seriously want to do this with yamada's playlist?"
"something's better than nothing, aizawa" you smiled, "wanna sing along to birthday sex with me?"
shota took the chocolate box from your hand, picking a small tablet and placing it between his teeth. he moved closer, his hands slightly parting your thighs as he positioned himself between them. though his voice came out muffled by the chocolate, it was obvious what he was saying.
"come on. eat."
your fingers grasped the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer as you leaned in to take a bite. before you could, though, shota took the chocolate from his mouth and threw it somewhere on the counter, connecting his lips with yours. your hand cupped his cheek as your back slightly arched, wanting to close the gap even further. shota's hand was on the small of your back as he slowly dragged you to the edge of the counter.
his hand lowered towards your ass, causing you to gasp. shota was quick to slide his tongue inside, earning a whine from you. your lips are intoxicating to shota. they're addictive, and he tries desperately to keep nibbling on what he deemed heaven itself.
but alas, air is not only something he needs, you need it too. you pulled away to catch your breath, your hand moving from his cheek to under his shirt, softly tracing the skin on his lower back. "you do know this is probably mic's sex fantasy, right?"
he stifled a laugh, "something's better than nothing, right?"
shota's fingers ghosted over your thighs. "this okay?" he asked, to which you nodded. his fingers traced the hem of your shorts, sneakily pushing the fabric to the side as the tip of his finger lazily drew circles on your clothed cunt. "y'know, i could just fuck you like this, no prob. the shorts make it easy."
and his touch is enough to give you goosebumps. you trembled as he slowly, and carefully peeled your panties to the side, slipping two digits inside. he chuckled as you gripped his shirt in response. "you're this wet already? but we're just getting started."
the way his fingers thrust inside you made your grip on him tighten. you wondered if he had any previous experiencesâheâs old, so heâs had to have someâthereâs no way heâs naturally good. his fingers curled up inside your walls, and it was enough to have your hips jerk towards him, your head on his chest as your breath quickened. shota's thumb drew circles on your clit as he leaned in to whisper.
âdoes it feel good?â
you try to answer as coherently as you can, but itâs no use. âitâaahâsâgood, aizawa.â
without warning, he slips in one more digit. the moan that escaped your lips was so rawâso lewd, it was almost enough for shota to cum on the spot. âthatâs not my name, itâs shota. try again.â
âfuckâshotaâso good.â
âthatâs betterâ he growled, his free hand moving under your shirt. shota aizawa is skilled, because in one swift movement your bra is unclasped, your shirt is lifted, and his lips and nibbling and suckling on your hardened nipples. shota aizawa knows your sensitive spots. he either guessed them first try, or has known you long enough to know.
you were a moaning mess. you clung onto him so hungrily, with so much desperation. the only sounds that left your mouth were incoherent thoughts and screams.
âshoâwant you ânsideânow.â
he let out a low chuckle, âyou need to cum for me first. think you can do that, y/n?â
shota didnât have to tell you twice.
#bnha x reader#bnha smut#aizawa x reader#aizawa smut#shota x reader#shouta x reader#aizawa shouta x reader#aizawa shota x reader#bnha x you#mha smut#mha x reader#my hero academia x reader#boku no hero academia x reader#shouta smut#eraserhead x reader#shouta aizawa x reader
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Could you do a blurb for alexia and reader and their daughters first bday? so fluffy it rottens my teeth
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Youâre standing in the kitchen, staring at the cake. Itâs a two-tier monstrosity with pink icing and miniature elephants, because apparently, your daughter loves elephants. This is an assumption since sheâs only one and her favourite activity seems to be slamming her tiny fists against the table and screaming at the Peppa Pig theme song. You glance over at Alexia, whoâs meticulously arranging balloons into some sort of Pinterest-inspired arch. Itâs tragic, really, because the balloons are deflating faster than her patience.
âYou know she wonât remember any of this, right?â you say, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching her struggle with a particularly rebellious balloon.
Alexia doesnât look up. âItâs not for her,â she mutters, teeth gritted, âitâs for us. And the photos. For the grandparents. You knowâ
You do know. The grandparents, whoâll scrutinise every detail, subtly implying that the cake shouldâve been homemade and the balloons shouldâve been organic or something. You glance at the clock. Two hours until the guests arrive. Two hours until youâre knee-deep in small talk with people you barely tolerate, discussing the milestones of babies that are all the same. They roll over, they laugh, they scream, and then they eat something they shouldnât.
Speaking of, the babyâyour babyâis currently sitting in her high chair, aggressively smearing mashed banana across her face like itâs avant-garde war paint. You sigh. At least sheâs quiet for once. Thereâs a moment of eerie calm, like youâre in the eye of a storm. It wonât last. You sip your coffee, which is lukewarm and bitter, and stare at the pile of gifts in the corner of the room.
âWhy do people insist on wrapping things for a one-year-old?â you ask, more to yourself than Alexia. âSheâs going to eat the paper. And cry. In that orderâ
Alexia finally gives up on the balloon arch. âYouâre right,â she says, walking over and inspecting the cake like it might explode. âBut they want to feel like they contributed something. Everyoneâs desperate to be relevant in a babyâs lifeâ
You nod, because thatâs exactly it. The party isnât for the baby, or for you, or even Alexia. Itâs for all these people who want to feel like theyâve done something. Like attending a one-year-oldâs birthday party is some kind of moral achievement. A gold star for being a functional human.
The doorbell rings, far too early for guests, which means itâs probably your neighbour, Carol, who always shows up with unsolicited advice on baby care, as though she invented parenting. You open the door, and sure enough, itâs Carol, holding a gift bag that screams I bought this on sale at El Corte InglĂŠs.
âThought Iâd come early to help,â she says, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Her eyes scan the room, resting on the cake. âOh, you didnât make it yourself?â
âBought it,â you say, deadpan. âFrom the shop. With moneyâ
Carol doesnât laugh, doesnât even blink. âAh, well, the important thing is sheâll enjoy it. At this age, itâs all about the memoriesâ
You glance at your daughter, now vigorously attempting to fling the banana off her high chair.
âShe wonât remember this,â you say, but Carolâs already unpacking her baby advice, Alexiaâs gone back to fighting with the balloons, and youâre suddenly wondering why you didnât just fake an illness and cancel the entire thing.
âHappy birthday,â you mutter, to no one in particular.
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I know it's a day early but I have to put it out now
Friends AU: After team RWBY throws a big Halloween/Birthday Party that involves all of Atlas and part of Mantle, how does the gang react to finding out Jaune never went to the party because he never got an invite even though Team RWBY all swear they invited him?
One Invitation Short
Ruby: WHOOO!
Ruby: It's my birthday~!
Nora: Let's fucking party!
Yang: Happy birthday sis!
Blake: Halloween birthday party! WHOO!
Ren: Happy birthday, Ruby.
Weiss: Congratulations, Ruby.
Penny: This is my first friends birthday party I've ever attended.
Oscar: Mine too.
Yang: Then we'll have to make sure this is one hell of a party!
Ren: But, not too big of a party. The janitorial staff haven't been looking at us kindly since the soda bottle rocket incident...
Weiss: Hey don't look at me like that. That was totally their fault!
Nora: Hey, it was an accident!
Weiss: You got pink soda all over me!
Ruby: We said we were sorry!
Weiss: My clothes are still in the drycleaners getting all the pink out of my clothes!
Yang: I have some photos of her all drenched in cream soda, wanna see?
Blake: Oh please!
Weiss: Noooo!
Blake: HA! Oh you look like a princess from a kids book in a pink dress!
Yang: Pfft! Oh shit, she does!
Weiss: guys?!
Ruby: Don't worry, Weiss, you'll always be beautiful even in pink!
Weiss: Shut up...
Nora: Don't be a downer guys! Let's eat some cake, and celebrate!
Yang: Yeah! I want some cake!
Oscar: What kind of cake is it?
Ren: Cookies, and cream.
Oscar: I've never had that before.
Weiss: Me either, it sounds nice.
Yang: Alright everyone around the table so we can sing happy birthday, and eat the cake.
Nora: Cake!
Blake: Okay.
Ruby: I'm so excited.
Yang: Okay, birthday girl is in the main seat... Penny... Weiss, Blake... Nora, and Ren... Oscar, and Penny have a seat. And, we're just waiting on you, Ja...?
Yang: ...?
Yang: Wait...? Where's, Jaune?
Weiss: He's here... right?
Nora: Y-You guys invited him... right?
Yang: Well... I was going to tell him, but I got dragged away on a mission, so I asked, Blake to do it.
Blake: I remember, Yang asked me to tell him. And, I was going to tell him! but, then I saw that there was this sushi restaurant... and, I haven't had sushi in so long... A-And, I heard, Mantle sushi is really well know for how good it is... and... s-sushi...
Yang: Uhh, Blake...? Blake? (Snap, Snap, Snap!) Hey, stay with us!
Blake: Sorry! I went to the sushi restaurant, and I sent a message to, Weiss to have her tell him instead.
Weiss: I remember that call; I was going to complain to, Blake about dumping her responsibility on me. But, she sounded like a junkie needing her fix when she was talking about that sushi restaurant.
Yang: That...! That sounds true...
Ruby: Yeah, she enters this weird trance when it comes to sushi...
Nora: It rather scary really...
Weiss: Well I decided to tell, Jaune so, Blake could get her... fix... And, I was about to tell him...! And, then the soda bottle incident happened...?!
Nora: Sorry...
Weiss: And, you all know what happened... So, while I went to get changed, and have a shower. So I asked, Ruby to do instead.
Ruby: And, I did!
Nora: If you did, then why isn't, Jaune here?
Ruby: I don't know?! I went to him during dinner, we chatted about out missions, and then I handed him this handmade invitation letter!
Weiss: A handmade invitation?
Ruby: Yes!
Weiss: That same letter that's in your hands, right now...?
Ruby: Ya, this the same lett...?!
Ruby: Oh...?
Ruby: Oh shoot...
Nora: So... you all weren't able to tell, Jaune about the party because you were distracted by one thing, or another... And, when you finally got to him, you didn't hand him the invitation?!
Ruby: Sorry...
Yang: I got called away...
Blake Sushiiiiiiiii~!
Weiss: I'm not apologizing...
Nora: Ohh... Penny?!
Penny: Yes, Friend Nora?
Nora: D-Did you send, Jaune a message?
Penny: Let me check.
Penny: ...
Penny: I do not have, Jaune Arc in my list of contacts...? Odd... I must preform a self-diagnostic...
Penny: Scanning...
Penny: System corruption located... Fixing.
Penny: Fixed! The contact information of one, Jaune Arc has been found!
Penny: I shall contact him, and hopefully, Friend Jaune will come join us soon!
Nora: Awesome!
Weiss: Oh thank goodness, hopefully, Jaune will join us soon.
Yang: Yes, it wouldn't be a party without my best blond pal!
Ruby: Hopefully he will come here soon, and we can continue the party, and...
Penny: What...?!
Yang: Is... is something wrong, Penny?
Penny: Jaune just replied to my invitation... He said, 'No thank you...'
Nora: What?!
Ruby: Jaune... rejected the invitation... to... to my birthday party...?
Penny: I'm afraid so...
Ruby: But... why...?
Penny: I... I don't know...
Ruby: But...?!
Penny: I'm sorry, Ruby.
Ruby: ...
Ruby: I see...
Ren: We did it again... we failed our friend...
Nora: What are you talking about, Ren...? We're not, Jaune's friend... We never were...
RWBYNPRP: ...
Ruby: ...
Ruby: FUCK!!!
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Winter: Who was that?
Jaune: No one important... Sorry about that interruption, Sir.
Ironwood: That's alright, Mr. Arc. Now then, tell me what is it that you wanted to talk about?
Jaune: Winter made me an offer the other day, and I wanted to know, what would my duties be if I accepted her offer, and became, a Specialist.
#rwby#jaune arc#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#weiss schnee#ruby rose#nora valkyrie#lie ren#winter schnee#penny polendina#oscar pine#james ironwood#friends au
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Readers birthday is around xmas and Wanda makes sure to keep it separate from the xmas celebration to ensure that reader knows how loved she is â¤ď¸đ
The Best Birthday Ever
Pairing:Â Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader
Summary:Â It's your birthday and Wanda makes sure that your birthday is separate from xmas celebrations, letting you know how loved you are.
Fluff, Teeny Tiny Angst
Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know | 1.3K
AC:Â This one is for all you December babies! I hope you all have a wonderful birthday!! x
Holiday Special Masterlist
The air in the cozy little cottage that you and Wanda called home was filled with the warm scent of cinnamon and pine, setting the perfect feel for the holiday season. However, as much as you liked all the fun things that came with Christmas, December was also the month of your birthday, not that it ever truly felt like your birthday.Â
Since a kid, you grew used to people not making a big deal about your birthday, especially now that it was so close to Christmas. Your parents always did their best to try and make it separate from Christmas, but nothing ever truly felt like it was a special day just for you.Â
As the days leading up to Christmas went by, you didnât bother to think about making plans for your day. You took each day like it was any other normal day, expecting there to be Christmas decorations everywhere you looked. Wanda, being Jewish, didnât make the house explode with traditional decorations this year, no, this year she was set on making sure you knew that your birthday was just as important as a worldwide holiday.Â
The sun began to rise and bathe the bedroom in its warm light as Wanda slipped out of bed, careful not to wake you as she tipped toed into the kitchen where she put her favorite playlist on ever so softly while she began to turn the spotless kitchen into a baking mess. Sheâd been planning the perfect little surprise for you for weeks now, her mind crystal clear on what she wanted to do for you.Â
After putting the cake batter into the oven, she moved into the living room to hang up the decorations she had hidden in storage. Fairy lights around the room, the coffee table set out perfectly with your favorite snacks while she sets the dining table for breakfast. A large âHappy Birthdayâ banner hung proudly above the doorway of the living room, your presents placed on the dining table for you to rip into after breakfast.Â
The smell of French toast would be the reason you stirred, your eyes slowly opening to greet the brightness of the sun peeking through the window. Your stomach growled at the thought of breakfast as you slipped out of bed and grabbed your warm, fluffy robe before making your way to investigate the smell that drove you to the kitchen,
âHappy Birthday my love!!!â Wanda beamed with a soft smile.Â
It took you a few seconds to register what was going on, your eyes noticing the decorations in the dining room along with the set table just waiting for you and Wanda to take a seat.Â
âYou did all this for me?â You looked back at her, trying not to tear up at the kindness of your girlfriendâs surprise.Â
âOf course,â she said softly, walking up to you, wrapping her arms softly around you.Â
âYou didnât have to do that Wandsâ you replied, naturally your arms wrapping around her, embracing her into a tight hug. Wanda smiled softly to herself as she held you, âI wanted tooâ she said in an almost whisper, âyou deserve to be celebrated, not just as part of the holiday but for being the amazing and beautiful person you areâ she added.Â
âThank youâ you whispered, hugging her for a few more precious moments before letting her free. âI made all your favourites for breakfast and donât be pressure to eat all of it! I may have gone a little overboardâ Wanda informed you.Â
âEverything smells amazingâ you complimented, your stomach reminding you once more just how hungry you were as you walked towards the table full of goodness. Wanda pulled a chair out for you, âWands, this is incredible!â You exclaimed, your eyes full of happiness.Â
âJust like youâ Wanda said, placing a kiss on your cheek as you took your seat.Â
After breakfast, Wanda placed your presents in front of you, all wrapped in birthday themed wrapping paper. âBaby, I said not to worry about gifts this yearâ you said, looking up at your girlfriend. âYou do know that request is never going to actually happen, right?â She cocked a brow at you, âbesides you need one of these for laterâ she added.Â
Playfully, you shook your head before your hands landed on the large, soft gift. You opened it with care to see a thick, warm fluff throw blanket in your favorite color. âThis is the one I almost brought last week!!â You said, looking at Wanda once more.Â
âI know, this is why I had to tell you we had too many blankets already!â She chuckled, âI brought it for you weeks ago!âÂ
âThank you darling!! I love it!â You beamed before reaching for the slightly smaller gift. It was heavy and felt hard. Excitement took over you as you ripped into the gift to find a photo album with a photo of you and Wanda on the cover. Your eyes softened as you carefully looked through the album full of photos and memories of your relationship over the years.Â
âI want you to always remind just how much you mean to me, baby�� Wanda said, taking a seat next to you as you took in every little detail that was inside the album, your eyes beginning to fill with tears. âI love everything, every little thing about you, about usâŚand I donât want you to forget thatâ she added. You turned to her, âI could never forgetâ you said with a soft smile before crashing your lips onto hers, kissing her deeply to show her just how much she meant to you. âYouâre not supposed to cry on your special dayâ Wanda said, her cheeks red with love.Â
âThatâs on you!â You replied, chuckling as you wiped your tears and reached for the final gift, a small box. As you opened it, a bracelet sat patiently waiting for you. âThat I designed and made personally for youâ Wanda said as you admired the customized jewelry.Â
âWhat did I do to deserve you?â You asked, looking at her once more, âyouâre perfect, thank you for all of thisâ you added with a soft smile.Â
âIâd do anything for you darling, anythingâ she assured you, looking deeply into your eyes before you carefully put the bracelet on. âNow, today isnât overâ She smiled, âgrab your blanket, itâs a movie marathon timeâ added Wanda.Â
As the evening approached, Wanda had one last surprise up her sleeve. She ordered your favorite take-out without you knowing and waited for it to be delivered before she led you outside where a small fire pit crackled softly. The pit was surrounded by blankets and pillows all set up for the night.
âI heard tonight you can see the northern lights, so I thought we could watch them together and enjoy some birthday cakeâÂ
âWands, you have outdone yourself!â You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tightly once again. âHappy Birthday beautifulâ the brunette whispered, sinking into your hold.Â
âThis is the best birthday ever!â You replied.Â
As you and Wanda were comfortable, snuggled up to each other enjoying the sight of the night sky while picking at your birthday cake, not a moment of the day felt like December was for Christmas, the thought of Christmas didnât even cross your mind. You couldnât ask for a better way to spend your day than doing some of your favorite things with your favorite person.Â
âItâs like the world knew today was your special dayâ Wanda commented, admiring the way the lights gently danced across the horizon. A smile spreading across your face at her words, âI guess it didâ you said before gently resting your head on Wandaâs shoulder. The world faded around you as you admired the show above you, the warmth of your girlfriend had no effect on the snowflakes that began to fall. Tonight marked a beautiful new chapter in your life, no more worrying about this time of year being only about the holidays.
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Summary: You are baking a cake for Bucky's birthday, but he is far more interested in the icing.
Word Count: 1,454
Warnings: nsfw, smut, oral sex (female receiving), slightly dom Bucky
âIâm not sure that you need to go through all this effort for me.â
âOf course youâre worth the effort, babe! Plus I promised everyone that they would get their favorite cakes, so now I have to deliver.â
âSo essentially this isnât for me, itâs for everyone else.â Buckyâs destructive thoughts getting the better of him, even on this auspicious day.
You put down all your baking equipment and turned to face your boyfriend, hands on your hips. âNow you listen to me, this party is to celebrate your presence on this Earth. I could not be more grateful for that. And if it means making cake to make everyone happy, I will do just that. Understood?â
Bucky nodded meekly, smiling.
The oven timer pinged letting you know that the cakes youâd baked were ready. It had been the aroma of said cakes that had attracted Bucky to the kitchen in the first place. You pulled out the fresh batch of cupcakes; they looked perfect. You were glad youâd hung out with your sister when she baked. She was a chef and made the most wonderful desserts. Bucky reached out to pick up one of the cupcakes, but you swatted his hand away.
âNot yet, youâll ruin your appetite. Lunch first, cake is for the party. Plus you snack entirely too much and neglect your vegetables terribly.â
Bucky pouted. Why did he look so adorable when he did that? You werenât sure if he knew how you felt about his pout, but he most certainly took advantage of that fact. You resisted his attempts at sympathy, with difficulty. Getting to work, you found the icing covering not only the cakes, but your fingers and for some reason, your face. Bucky watched you make a mess all over the kitchen counter, a mess you knew he wouldnât help clean up. After a good half hour of creative icing and uttering a variety of profanities, you dropped two little sweets into the last cupcake.
âThe sweets are meant to represent eyes,â you informed Bucky, admiring the little faces on each individual cupcake.
âI see,â was all he had to say.
âBuck, remind me never to offer to make a cake for anyone ever again.â
âI wish I were the kind of person who could stop myself from saying âI told you so,â but Iâm not. I told you it was a bad idea.â
If looks could kill, Bucky wouldnât stand a chance in hell.
âAny chance youâll help me clean this up?â You nodded at the clutter, hands held out in front of me, like a surgeon who had just scrubbed up.
âOf course,â Bucky said.
You were surprised by his answer, that is until you saw the smirk on his face. Bucky took your hand and placed your thumb in his mouth, sucking the icing clean off your skin. He worked his way across one hand, taking your whole finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your digits, sucking at the tips, the whole time looking directly into your eyes. Your breathing was heavy, panties already soaked with anticipation. Bucky leaned towards your face and you looked up in response, expecting a kiss. As he got closer, rather than aiming for your lips, Bucky licked your chin. You hadnât even noticed that there had been icing there! He kissed you, hard, tongue in your mouth, you could taste the icing on his.
âEasy there, cream puff,â you said as Bucky pressed against you again. âYouâre going to ruin the cupcakes!â
âThe cupcakes are fine!â Bucky peered around you to check. In the process he noticed the tube of icing, which he grabbed excitedly.
âYouâre not going to eat directly from that are you?â
âNo, that wasnât my intention. But my birthday, my choice!â Bucky quirked an eyebrow and looked you up and down. Your eyes widened as you realized what he wanted.
âReally?â you asked.
Bucky nodded and motioned you over to the couch where he stripped you of your clothes. It didnât take long, you were only wearing shorts and one of his old t-shirts.
âLie down.â It wasnât a question, it was a command, a command you obeyed instantly.
Bucky climbed on top of you, straddling your hips. You noticed that his bulge was much more prominent than normal. He still had the tube of icing in his hand.
âOpen your mouth,â he said.
You did.
Bucky squirted some icing onto your tongue, it tasted divine. Closing your eyes, you moaned, your chest rose as you took a deep breath.Bucky cupped one of your breasts and using the tube, drew a spiral of icing around your nipple. He moved over to the other side and did the same. You watched his eyes as he worked, they had a hungry, excited look which made you tingle. Bucky shuffled down your body until he was sitting between your legs. He disposed of his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers and the clear signs of his arousal.
He leaned over your naked form and slowly licked the icing from you with the broad flat of his tongue. The sensation was almost explosive, even more so now that he had started to grind his hips against yours. You were starting to feel a little desperate for some skin contact. You ran your fingers through Buckyâs hair and tugged at it gently as he sucked on your other nipple.
âBucky, is that all youâre going to be eating today?â you asked, breathily.
Bucky looked up at you and smiled wickedly, ânot at all, Doll.â And with that he moved further down the couch, taking your legs in his hands and pushing them apart. He took one quick glance at your face before plunging his tongue between your folds and caressed your clit.
You cried out in pleasure, âOh God, Bucky.â
âDoll, you taste better than the icing.â
All you could manage was a moan in response. Bucky laughed again and climbed up to your face, his whole body weight pressed against you.
âYouâre not done already are you?â you asked.
âNo, that was just the appetizer. Iâm here for the three course meal.â
âWell youâve certainly wet my appetite. Now get off me, I want a taste too.â
Bucky got up and pulled you to your feet. You stood face to face while you ran your fingers all over his body, placing kisses in places you knew got him excited.
âDo you want to try some of the icing?â Bucky asked as you pulled down his boxers.
âI prefer salty over sweet.â you replied, stroking him. âWhy donât we have the main course in the bedroom?â
Bucky took your hand and led the way. He lay down on the bed and you quickly brought him to his full potential with some well placed kisses and caresses. Before either of you knew what was happening, he was inside you, pushing gently at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. It wasnât really necessary, you were ready.
âHurry up Buck, Iâm so ready for dessert.â
He was more than happy to oblige. Your hips clashed together as he pushed into you hungrily. Your hands seemed to be everywhere, greedily stealing every delicious sensation.
Suddenly Bucky slowed down. âYou ready?â
His question confused you at first, but then you felt him throbbing inside you and realized that he was almost finished. You loved that about Bucky, he was always willing to wait for you, he wanted you to finish together. You shook my head. You were close, but you needed a little more stimulation. You reached down to help yourself, but Bucky got there first.
âJust tell me when, okay?â he said.
You nodded. It didnât take much long after that, after a minute you were screaming at him that you were on the edge. He started pounding into you furiously. You clenched around him, waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Bucky threw his head back and swore as he emptied his load into you, ecstasy pumping through him with his orgasm. Bucky collapsed beside you, both of you breathing heavily. You lay together in silence trying to catch your breath, savoring the remnants of the bliss youâd brought each other.
Bucky spoke up first. âSo you ready for dessert?â
You looked at him incredulously. âItâs your birthday, not mine!â
âI could really do with some cake.â Bucky wiggled his eyebrows.
âFuck, the cakes!â Youâd forgotten to put them in the fridge. You practically fell off the bed as you rushed into the kitchen to make sure your hard work had not been a waste of time. You heard Buckyâs low rumbling laughter float after you.
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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries
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Summary: After you attend Harris's birthday party, Eddie's forced to confront some big feelings, and a Valentine's date has the two of you navigating a much different type of big feeling.
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (f! receiving), fingering, protected p in v, slight breeding kink, very fluffy smut, brief mention of parental abandonment
WC: 8.6k
Chapter 12/20
Eddie's card credit to @girlwiththerubyslippers Mixtape credit to @lofaewrites Divider credit to @saradika
The mingled scents of wood polisher, stale cigarette smoke, and old frying oil invade your nostrils the second you step into Hawkins Lanes. Bowling balls thud as they make contact with the fiberglass lanes, subsequently crashing into the waiting pins. You offer a smile at the exasperated teenager clearly nursing a hangover, holding back a dry heave as he sprays a pair of red and blue shoes with a can of deodorizer that, given the undertones of pungent sweat permeating the air, is likely well past expired.
âIâm here for Harris Munsonâs birthday party?â It comes out like a question rather than a definitive statement, and you hold up the gift bag in your hand like itâs some kind of evidence.
The teenager jerks a thumb towards the back left of the building, not bothering to look up. âParty roomâs down there,â he mumbles, and you thank him as you walk along the pink and purple carpet.
Youâve arrived a little early, hoping to steal a few moments with Eddie before the chaos of the day begins. Wayne is the only one in the small room, stretching to hang up a sign proudly declaring âHappy Birthday,â each letter a different color of the rainbow. He grins when he sees you approaching, and you hold one end of the sign in place as he adheres it to the door frame with Scotch tape.
âGood to see yâagain, darlinâ.â Wayne greets you with a grin, taping your side of the banner.Â
You put your arm down and return his smile. âYou, too!â you chirp, glancing around the room. âWhere can I put Harrisâs present?â
The older man points to an empty table off to the side. âRight over there should be good,â he figures aloud. âEd just took Harris to the little boysâ room, but theyâll letcha know otherwise.â
You nod, gently placing the bright yellow bag atop a table covered with a Hot Wheels-themed cloth. Amusement dances on your lips at the realization that Eddie must have splurged on decorations; itâs far better quality than one from the local 99-cent store.Â
âMs. Sweetheart! Youâre at my birthday party!â Harrisâs enthusiastic voice captures your attention, and you spin around just as heâs launching himself into your arms. A tiny human rocketship.Â
âI am!â You laugh, motioning towards the gift table, âand I left your present over there.âÂ
Harrisâs face lights up and he starts towards it, arms outstretched and ready to tear through the tissue paper, but the sound of his dad clearing his throat stops him in his tracks.Â
âRemember,â Eddie says, keeping his tone calm but firm, âweâre gonna open everything once all your friends are here, after we eat cake.â
Harris juts out his lower lip in a pout. âBut Daddy,â he protests, âI wanna open it now!â He stomps his foot indignantly, and you have to suppress a laugh at how silly it looks with the clown-esque bowling shoe on.Â
âHarris, can you wait until you open the ones from your friends?â You phrase it like a favor, hoping to appeal to him that way. âIâm really excited about what I got you and I want them to see you open it, too.â Of course, you couldnât care less about what a bunch of random four- and five-year-olds think about your gift, but you had to think quickly before the whine escalated to a tantrum.Â
He releases a sigh of exasperation but ultimately concedes. âOkay, I guess I can wait.â
Eddie mouths thank you and winks as the four of you walk out to the lanes to wait for Harrisâs friends. You feel a hand slip into yours, too small to be Eddieâs, and beam when Harris looks up at you with pure joy.
âDaddy! Grampa Wayne! Iâm holding Ms. Sweetheartâs hand!â he exclaims, baby teeth on full display
Eddie ruffles Harris's hair. âIâm jealous.â If prompted, heâll claim that heâs envious that his son chose to hold your hand instead of his. But you and himâand Wayne, letâs be realâknow the real meaning behind his statement.
As Harrisâs friends arrive and the birthday boy greets each of them with a hug, you and Eddie spring into action and line them up to get fitted for shoes. There are five kids, three boys and two girls, and though you recognize them as Ms. Marionâs students, you donât know any of them by name. The bowling shoe laces are flimsy, and a few of them struggle with the fine motor skills necessary to tie them.
âCan I help you with that?â you ask one boy, who nods and extends his leg towards you. You crouch down and rest his foot on your knee as you double-knot the laces. When you finish, you look up to see that the rest of the kids have formed a line for your shoe-tying expertise.
Eddie returns from dropping off the guestsâ gifts in the party room, laughing when he stumbles upon the queue of children. âYou donât have to do all that, Sweetheart,â he tells you, using his hands to assess the weight of different bowling balls before distributing them to the kids.
You shrug as you finish tying the last shoes. âI donât mind.â
Eddie has reserved two lanes for the party, and before anyone can figure out who will be bowling where, Harris is tugging on his Black Sabbath t-shirt.
âWe wanna play in teams,â he reports matter-of-factly. Youâre not sure who âweâ refers to, since you didnât see him corroborating with any of his friends, but you donât question it aloud. âTeam Harris and Team Daddy.â
Eddie gasps with feigned offense, bringing his palm to his heart. âWhat? You donât want me on your team?â
âNope.â Harris shakes his head, curls swaying back and forth. âI want Ms. Sweetheart on my team.â He pauses as he glances around the group, eyes brightening when his gaze lands on the eldest Munson. âYou can have Grampa Wayne.â
âOld manâs probably gonna break a hip.â Eddie grumbles teasingly, picking up a red marbled bowling ball and hoisting it up to his chest.
Wayne scratches the top of his head. âAnd yet I can still kick your ass.â He keeps his voice low so that little ears canât hear, but you and Eddie can, and you tuck your lips into your mouth so none of the kids catch on.
Harris is up first, squatting down and using two hands to roll the ball down the lane. His method proves to be somewhat effective when he knocks down a few pins, and the scoreboard screen flashes a giant number 5.Â
âThatâs how many years I am!â Harris proudly announces, skipping back to where the rest of his team is standing. He cocks his head at the ball returnâs open mouth for the neon green ball that Eddie had handed him earlier, eagerly scooping it up when he spots it. Assuming the same stance, he once again rolls the ball and successfully topples two more pins.
Eddie raises his brows incredulously. âHmm, let me try that strategy.â
âI donât think thereâs enough pins for all of your years,â you quip, and Eddie sticks out his tongue in your direction before mimicking Harrisâs approach, knees aligned with his toes. He draws the ball back between his legs and releases it a few inches ahead of him, smirking as it cascades down the lane.
His cockiness is apparently earned, since he gets a strike. He attempts a victory moonwalk, clumsily dragging one foot behind the other in a manner that would make Michael Jackson regret ever making the move popular. The heel of his shoe catches on the floor and he stumbles backwards, landing on his ass.
The kids burst out into peals of laughter, and you and Wayne join in once it is evident that Eddieâs not hurt, only embarrassed. You stoop down, clutching your ball between your palms as you grin. âThatâs what you get for gloating,â you whisper in his ear, a joking lilt in your voice. âTry setting a good example for the kids next time.â
Unbeknownst to you, one of the kids, Kelly, strikes up a conversation with Harris while youâre up to bowl. âIs that your mommy?â she asks him, strawberry blonde pigtails softly swishing as she looks over at you.
âNo, but sheâs gonna be my mommy soon!â Harris replies happily. âShe and my daddy are gonna fall in love and then sheâll be my mommy.â His voice lowers as concern mars his words. âBut donât tell anyone, okay? Because itâs my birthday cake wish and I need it to come true.â
Kelly nods, taking this obligation seriously, and she averts her gaze when she spots you walking back to the ball return. Since youâd only knocked down eight pins, you take another turn, slipping your thumb, middle, and ring fingers into the holes, frowning when you donât get the spare youâd hoped for.Â
Harrisâs chipperness brings a smile back to your face. âMs. Sweetheart, can you teach me how to bowl like a grown-up?â He blinks a few times, hammering in his naturally docile nature.
âOf course!â
When itâs Harrisâs turn again, Eddie watches you go up with him. Itâs noisy, but he zeros in on your sweet tone among the clattering of bowling pins and cacophonous conversations.
âSee, you put your middle finger and ring finger here, and your thumb here,â youâre gently explaining. âAnd then you lift the ball back just a bit, bring it forward, and let it go.â You go through all of the motions without actually letting go of the ball, Harrisâs eyes glued to your every move. âYou try.â
Harris follows your instructions, pink tongue poking from his mouth in sheer concentration, and knocks down a single pin. Eddie braces himself for his disappointment, maybe even escalation to a tantrum, so heâs pleased when his son spins back with a wide, toothy smile.
âI did it! I knocked it down!â
âYouâre amazing! Iâm so proud of you, Harris.â Eddieâs posture softens as Harris runs into your arms and gives you a giant hug, tiny fingers digging into your biceps as he squishes the side of his face just below your collarbones. When he does this, Eddie notices that Harrisâs cheeks have lost some of their chubbiness; his sonâs baby-like features subtly disappearing to make way for attributes of the older child heâs growing into. It brings a slight pang to his heart, and he swallows the emotion and focuses instead on the bonding moment between you and the not-so-little boy.
Thereâs a shared love; more than that, thereâs trust. Harris knows he can rely on you to teach him with kindness and patience, that you wonât berate him or yell at him for doing something incorrectly. Youâre his Ms. Sweetheart.
Wayne takes note of the goofy smile adorning his nephewâs face, nudging him before he drops the bowling ball on his foot. âI know youâre in love with her, but she ainât worth losing your toes over.â
Eddieâs face flushes pink, the tips of his ears burning now that he's been caught. âIâm not in love with her, Wayne.â At least, I didnât think I was yet, but now I might be.
âWhatever you say,â Wayne mutters under his breath, taking careful steps towards the lane. âYou, uh, might wanna wipe the drool from your chin before you take your turn, though.â
Team Harris ultimately wins, mostly because Wayne throws the game so the birthday boy can have a victorious moment. You, Eddie, and Wayne quickly corral the kids into the party room, seating them at a large rectangular table for cake and presents before anyone can take offense over the game results. The three of you breathe silent sighs of relief when you easily shift their focus to the next activity.
Eddie pulls his lighter from his back pocket, flicking it on and lighting the five thin blue and white striped candles unevenly jabbed through the chocolate frosted homemade cake. He picks up the plate, supporting it from the bottom as he leads the group in a hilariously off-key rendition of Happy Birthday.
Harris squeezes his eyes shut before blowing out the flames with gusto, a big grin on his face when he opens them again.
Feeling a hand clap on his shoulder, Eddie swivels his body to see his uncle armed with a disposable Kodak camera. âLet me get a picture of you and the birthday boy,â Wayne insists, peering through the little viewfinder and snapping a photo. Eddieâs crouched down, right arm slung over Harrisâs shoulders. Both of them wear matching smiles; the only difference is that Harris is still sporting his baby teeth.Â
âNow Ms. Sweetheart!â the little Munson declares. Eddie goes to leave, pressing his palms to his knees and standing up, but Harris grabs his wrist and pulls him back. âNo, Daddy. You and me and Ms. Sweetheart together!â
You shuffle over to stand on Harrisâs other side. When you place your hand on his upper back, Eddieâs slides over yours, the two of you and Harris chiming âcheese!â in enthusiastic unison.Â
Blinking from the brightness of the flash, you extend your arm and make a âgimmeâ motion with your hand. âLet me get one of the three of you,â you say to Wayne, who begrudgingly places the camera in your outstretched palm.Â
Eddie pulls him in closer. âAlright, Munson men. Flex those muscles!â You giggle as the three of them bend their arms to show off whatever biceps they have.Â
âMs. Sweetheart, whoâs got the biggest muscles?â Harris asks as you lower the camera.Â
You scrunch up your nose as though seriously contemplating the question. âUm, me, obviously!â You smack your own bicep, sending Harris into hysterics.
âThatâs so silly!â he cackles, glancing up at Eddie. âDaddy, isnât Ms. Sweetheart so silly?â
You expect him to agree with his son, but he just puts his hands on his shoulders and gives a quick squeeze as he says, âNah, sheâs the strongest person I know.â Your stomach flip-flops when he peers at you through his impossibly long lashes. He picks up the plate and brings it over to the smaller, empty table. âLetâs cut this cake before the kids start revolting.â
The two of you use plastic knives and forks to divide the cake into slivers and toss them onto paper plates. Once all of the kids have their slices, Eddie licks the excess frosting from his fingers and hands you a plate.Â
âHavinâ fun?â He carefully wraps the question in a joking tone, but you can tell that heâs genuinely curious about whether youâre enjoying yourself.Â
You spear a piece of your slice with the plastic fork. âI am, actually.â The chocolate melts in your mouth, and your tongue glides over your lips to catch any crumbs. âI havenât been bowling since I was a kid.â
âAnd it shows,â he teases, wincing when you flick his cheek. âHey, nowâviolence is never the answer. What values are you instilling in these impressionable young minds?â
Harris pops up from his seat, waving an empty plate. Whatever cake bits were left on it have tumbled to the floor. âDaddy, Iâm done! Can I open my presents now?â
âJesus, did you inhale that thing?â Eddie wonders aloud, but ultimately agrees. He grabs a bunch of thin napkins and wipes Harrisâs hands and face, laughing when the boy sputters as the paper presses against his lips. âHar Bear, you donât wanna get your presents all messy.â
Once heâs all cleaned up, Harris grabs each of the gifts and brings them to his seat at the head of the table. He tears through brightly colored wrapping paper at lightning speed. Eddie tries to keep track of who gave what as his son unveils a Hot Wheels track from Charlie and his brother Brendan, a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figure from Kelly, a G.I. Joe from Emma, andâregrettablyâa tub of Gak from Zachary. He makes a mental note to pick up a harmonica or a kazoo or something else noisy when that kidâs birthday rolls around.Â
The last gift left is from you, and you twiddle your thumbs as you await Harrisâs reaction. Should I have gotten him a toy?
âItâs a stencil kit,â you feel the need to explain, as though you wouldnât be able to handle the embarrassment of him asking what it is. âSo you can trace shapes for your art. Itâs got all different ones: food, animals, holidaysâŚâ You clamp your mouth shut, willing yourself to stop talking.Â
Your panic is short-lived; Harrisâs brown eyes light up as he runs to you and wraps his arms around your legs in another giant hug. âIâm gonna draw you so much things!â he promises, gazing up at you excitedly.Â
âI canât wait to see what you make me.â A drawing from Harris holds a deeper meaning than you ever realized. Itâs more than a simple display of creativity; itâs a symbol of love and acceptance into his life.Â
He looks at his dad now with pleading eyes. âCan Ms. Sweetheart come to our house after the party so I can draw her a picture? Please?â He stretches out the last word so that it has at least five syllables.Â
Eddie looks at you expectantly, a timid smile on his lips. âWell?â
âI think thatâs a great idea.â Your response earns you another quick squeeze from Harris before he darts back to his seat to further inspect his gifts.Â
Eddieâs warm voice is low in your ear, his fingertips ghosting the small of your back in a manner that lets youâand only youâknow how starved he is for touch. âAnd you can help me get rid of that slime thing, too.â
Once the party has ended and you, Eddie, and Harris are back at their apartment, the cherubic boy takes the stenciling kit into his room.Â
âIâm gonna do art in here so you canât peek,â he declares, clutching the kit to his chest as though thereâs already something to hide.Â
Eddie chuckles, raking a hand through his curls. âOkay, bud. Weâll be out here, watching TV. You go be a little artĂst.â
Once he hears the bedroom door click shut, Eddie puts the TV on a random channel and plops on the couch with a soft oof. You sit down next to him and he puts his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle in closer. The shirt fabric against his underarms is slightly damp with the dayâs sweat, but youâre far too comfortable to even consider it an issue.Â
Your unsuccessful attempt at stifling a yawn has Eddie grinning. âCanât hang with the kids anymore?â he goads, lips flush against your scalp.Â
âItâs exhausting being on the winning team,â you playfully retort, adding in an over-the -top fake yawn to drive home your point. âNot that you would know.â
âOh, yeah?â He pulls you closer to pepper kisses across your neck and cheek until youâre a giggling mess. Satisfied with his handiwork, he allows himself to sink deeper into the cushions and lets out a yawn of his own.Â
You rest your head on his shoulder, gently brushing his curls back so theyâre not in your eyes. A hum of contentment escapes you as you fully relax for the first time today.Â
You feel a slight nudge on your chin as Eddie tilts it upwards and kisses your lips. The gloss youâd applied before the party is long gone, a casualty of conversation and cake consumption, but he has no complaints.Â
âBeen wanting to do this all day,â he murmurs, shooting shivers down your spine. âAnd when I saw you helping Harris? Baby, I justâŚâ he searches for accurate words. Nothing he can think of seems to fully convey the depth of his feelings, but he tries his best. âIâm so fucking lucky. Weâre so fucking lucky.â
The feeling of your body against his relaxes him further; a marvelous white noise replaces the plethora of overanalyzed problems constantly buzzing through his brain. The heaviness of sleep falls over both of you, and you shift your body even closer to his in a primitive quest for the safety his presence brings. Whatever show is on the fuzzy TV set is now a dull hum until itâs muted by the dreams your subconscious brings.
Eddie only stirs fifteen minutes later when the bedroom door hinges give a soft squeak, ears trained to pick up on Harrisâs innocuous noises that often precede chaos. Grogginess overpowers attentiveness, so he misses the smile on his sonâs face and the way he whispers, âmy birthday wish is coming true.â
Gray clouds cover Hawkins the next day, drenching the small town in cold rain. And while Eddie is certainly grateful that itâs not snowing, this means that he has to find indoor activities to keep his endlessly energetic son occupied.Â
Luckily, Harris is still enamored with his birthday gifts, particularly the stenciling kit youâd given him. He sits at the kitchen table now, tracing an outline of a cow on a Valentine for his classmate. Eddieâs not quite sure of the correlation between the animal and the holiday, but heâs learned that some battles are best left unfought.
 âThat looks great, Har Bear.â
âI know.â Harris agrees, not looking up from his drawing as he says, âDaddy, you should make a Valentime for Ms. Sweetheart.â Before Eddie can answer, Harris slides over a piece of red paper and a black marker.
âI should, huh?â Remembering a trick he learned back in elementary school, Eddie folds the paper and draws half of a heart against the crease. He has to use Harrisâs blunted safety scissors, much too small for his fingers, to cut the paper. Pleased when he sees that it actually resembles a heart, Eddie taps the marker against his dimpled chin as he contemplates what to write. âYou really like Ms. Sweetheart, donât you?â
Harris nods, putting down the blue marker heâs using and reaching for an orange one. âMhm. I love her, Daddy.â
Eddieâs heart soars at the confirmation of Harrisâs adoration of you, but he tries not to make it obvious. âThatâs, uh, thatâs good.â He finally decides on a simple message: Be Mine, and he signs his name underneath with a dash. It feels a little less impersonal than âfrom,â but isnât as strong as âlove.â Do I love her? He wonders. No, itâs only been one date. He canât fall in love this quickly. Itâs not possible. âHowâs this? Be mine,â he reads aloud, underlining each word with his finger.
âOh, I like that.â Harris picks up a green marker and writes the same two words on a pink sheet of paper. The letters are a little too big for the paperâs limited space, and he ends up squishing the âeâ in âmineâ very close to the edge. âHow do you spell âmommyâ?â
Eddieâs throat goes bone-dry. âYou wanna make a card for your mom?â Harris has never wanted to make anything for his mom before; never brought her up, really, but maybe that was changing now that he was in school and surrounded by children with present mothers.
But Harris shakes his head. âNo, itâs for Ms. Sweetheart. I wanna write âBe Mine Mommy.ââ
It takes Eddie a second to realize that Harris means âbe my mommy,â and he massages the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. âUm, Har, you canât just ask her to be your mom.â
âWhy not?â
He doesnât want to tell Harris that wants to make sure youâll stick around, nor does he want to make a promise neither one of you can keep. âBecause youâŚyou just canât, okay?â It comes out harshly, and he sputters to fix his tone when he sees Harrisâs lower lip quiver.
âBut itâs not fair! You didnât have a daddy, so you got Grampa Wayne as your daddy. I donât have a mommy, so I want Ms. Sweetheart as my mommy!â
Eddie flash backs to their zoo trip, when Harris had innocently asked him if Wayne had taken him out on father-son days. Thereâs no child-friendly way to articulate that Wayne had initially been legally obligated to act as his guardian. âI know, bud. I know you doââ
âThen why canât I ask her?â His expression shifts from anger to confusion, brows pinching together.
Because she could say no, Eddie thinks. Because the responsibility of being a mommy was too much for your biological mother to handle; why would Ms. Sweetheart take it on? What if she doesnât have a problem being your mommy, but she finds issue with the idea of being connected to me?
He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. âLook, Har. I know you want her to be your mommy. And between you and me, Iâd love for her to be your mommy, too.â
âButââ
âBut, grown up feelings are weird sometimes,â he presses on, borrowing your verbiage from Thanksgiving, âand feelings like love take time. But Iâm gonna make you a promise right now.â He sticks out his pinky finger. âI promise that if me and Ms. Sweetheart fall in love, Iâll tell you, and Iâll let you ask her to be your mommy. Is that a deal?â
Harris looks dubious, but ultimately hooks his pinky around his dadâs. Eddie breathes a sigh of relief that the crisis has been averted for now.
âBefore we can ask her to be your mommy,â Eddie continues, âI need to figure out the perfect Valentineâs Day date to impress her. Wanna help?â
Harris purses his lips in concentration, resting his chin in his hand. âHow about McDonaldâs? They have a ball pit!â
Eddie has to tuck his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. âA definite contender,â he finally manages. âIâll keep it in mind.â
Friday night. Valentineâs Day.Â
You had been unsure whether Eddie wanted to do anything for the holiday; your relationship was still so fresh, and you didnât want him to feel pressured. When he crept into your classroom Monday morning with a coffee and a heart-shaped noteâfar more conspicuous than heâd intended to beâyou couldnât hide the excitement on your face.Â
The card reads Be Mine and currently resides under a magnet on your fridge, finding a home among the plethora of drawings from Harris. Itâs got some creases in it that Eddie had explained were the result of Harris shoving it into his backpack that morning. You thought it was perfect as is.Â
âAre you free on Friday? For Valentineâs Day?â heâd asked, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. When you answered in the affirmative, he visibly relaxed. âGreat. Iâm taking you out.â His smile lights up his face. âWear something that you donât mind getting messy, and Iâll pick you up at 6.â
Youâd wanted to try and pry more information from him, but Carol Perkins and her son Frankie walked in just then, and youâd put away the heart as quickly as you could as Eddie scrambles from the classroom.Â
You stand in your bedroom now in your Levis 501s and a fuzzy red sweater, taking one last look at your makeup in the mirror reflection. You scrape your fingernail along the bottom of your lip to wipe off any excess gloss. Underneath your outfit is a special surprise, wishful thinking if the night goes well.
At 5:55, you sling your pocketbook over your shoulder and make your way down to the lobby. You spot Eddie the moment you step out from the elevator. Heâs pacing, hands shoved in his dark wash denim pockets and lower lip pinched between his teeth.
Your voice draws him from his thoughts. âHappy Valentineâs Day, baby,â you say, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him so your stomachs touch. âYou look really, really handsome.â
âYouâreâŚyouâre beautiful.â Heâs almost breathless as he says it, eyes roaming down your body and taking in the view. The way your sweater drapes the slope of your breasts has his heart leaping into his throat. He kisses you slowly before proclaiming, âMy beautiful Valentine.â
You reach into your purse and pull out a tiny red gift bag, letting it sway and dangle from your fingertips. âI got you a little something.â
The tissue paper crinkles as Eddie rifles through it to pull out a silver lighter, much heavier in his palm than the usual plastic Bic he uses. âSweetheart, this isâŚâ He takes a closer look and reads aloud the engraved words etched on the front. âFill my heart with songâŚâ
âItâs from Fly Me to the Moon. Because of Thanksgiving, when you played the record, and GrandmaâŚâ you trail off, not wanting to get choked up, âand because youâre a rockstar. My rockstar.â You kiss his lips again, feeling his palm softly cup your cheek.
âI have something for you, too. Um, I didnât get to wrap it, but I hope you like it.â He unzips his jacket, exposing the gray t-shirt clinging to his pecs. He digs into the inner pocket and clutches a cassette tape, handwritten label stating,âMs. Sweetheartâs Mix.â
ââS nothinâ crazy, just some songs that remind me of you.â Thereâs an array of genres and artists on there. Guns âN Roses, of course, as well as Frank Sinatra. Thereâs Def Leppardâs Pour Some Sugar on Me, Un-Break My Heart by Toni Braxton, and a plethora of songs with âsweetheartâ in the title: Bob Dylanâs Sweetheart Like You, Bing Crosbyâs Let Me Call You Sweetheart, The Spanielsâ Goodnight Sweetheart Goodnight.Â
Tears prickle along your lash line, and you blink them away before you smudge your mascara. âThank you, Eddie. I love it.â You hold the gift in two hands, giving it a small shake to emphasize your excitement.
A small pang in his chest has Eddie realizing that he wishes youâd ended that statement with you instead of it, but he tries to shove the thought down by kissing you, tongue parting your lips, hand traveling up your side. His hands arenât even touching skin, only your sweater, yet itâs so electrifying that you feel your thighs clench in wanting.
âCâmon,â you urge him gently, âletâs go on this date before we end up making out in the lobby all night.â
Eddie cocks his head. âWould that be such a bad thing?â
âEddieâŚâ Truthfully, youâre thinking the same thing, but your desire for a romantic Valentineâs Day date with him propels you towards the door. You take his hand so he dutifully follows.
âFine,â he relents with an exaggerated sigh, smile showing off the soft dimples in his cheeks. âBut only because youâve got me wrapped around your little finger, yâknow that?â
âOh, I know.â
Twenty minutes later, Eddieâs car pulls up to The Novice Chef. Youâve never beenâtaking care of Grandma didnât allot you much time for hobbiesâbut Jess has told you about their incredible cooking classes. She and Robin went to one right before Thanksgiving and insisted that theyâd perfected the art of turkey basting.
âFigured we could learn how to make pizza since weâre basically funding the local Surfer Boy,â Eddie grins, turning the key in the ignition. The car stills and the two of you unbuckle your seatbelts, pushing open the car doors. âJust, uh, no olives on my half.â
You find an unoccupied cooking station with two aprons on it, the venueâs cursive logo displayed on the front in an eager advertisement. You slip one over your head and Eddie does the same, twirling his finger in a turn around motion. You feel the brush of his fingers on the small of your back as he ties the strings in a bow. After returning the favor for him, you squeeze his waist, giggling when he yelps in surprise.
âWhat was that for?â
âI dunno; youâre just really squeezable.â
Eddie just shakes his head, already missing your touch after that brief moment. He slides a rubber band down his wrist and ties his hair in a bun at the nape of his neck before slipping his rings off of his fingers. He flexes his hands, almost taken aback by their nakedness, and you suppress a heaving sigh when you catch sight of the protruding veins, dark purple snakes that disappear amongst soft arm hair.
âAll right everyone, letâs get started.â The unfamiliar voice brings your attention to the front of the room, where the instructor is standing behind his own station. âMy nameâs Argyle, and Iâll be your tour guide on our journey through Flavortown.â He claps his hands and rubs them together. âFirst thing weâre gonna do is knead the dough.â He gives a demonstration and then invites the class to try on their own.
âDamn, that dude has some badass hair,â Eddie muses, noting the manâs long raven locks that are pulled back into a waist-length ponytail. He nods approvingly and flips the silver bowl of dough onto the table. A small puff of flour rises as it hits the surface with a thwack, and youâre very glad youâd heeded his warning not to wear something new.
Eddie presses the heel of his palm into the dough, kneading it with precision. Flatten, stretch, flatten, stretch, until heâs satisfied with the consistency. He shapes it into a thin circle, fingertips digging into the edges to form the crust. The movements are hypnotizing, and itâs not until he clears his throat that you bashfully realize youâve been staring.
âYâgood, Sweetheart?â A sly, knowing grin stretches from one cheek to the other; now youâre certain that heâs caught you.
âY-Yeah.â
The next step is to spread the sauce onto the dough, Argyle explains, and Eddie places the crust onto the pan and steps aside so you can take over. You dip the ladle into the pot, filling it to the brim. Bits of dried basil and oregano swim in a red tomato sea as you use the ladleâs base to evenly distribute it across the crust.Â
âYâgot a little somethinâ on your face.â Eddie whispers in your ear, making you stop mid-swirl.Â
âHuh? Where?â You use the back of your free hand to wipe at your cheeks and chin for any sauce that may have splattered, but a close inspection shows nothing.Â
Eddie leans over you, his chest flush against your back. You fight the urge to press the curve of your ass to the seam of his jeans, wiping a sweat-slick palm on your apron. âRightâŚâ he swipes his finger down the ladleâs curved side, catching some sauce and dotting it on the tip of your nose, âhere.â
âEddie!â
âDonât worry; Iâve got it.â He leans over and licks the sauce off, a quick lap of his tongue on your skin. The unexpected sensation makes you giggle louder than youâd intended. You clap a hand over your mouth, surely smudging the gloss, but youâve already drawn the instructorâs unwanted attention.
âLovebirds, are we here to flirt or to make pizza?â Argyle punctuates his rhetorical question with an exasperated sigh. You duck your head in shame and Eddie just coughs to stifle his own mischievous laughter.
âAll right, now for the cheese,â Argyle continues, dipping a hand into a glass bowl and retrieving the ingredient. âSome people think that ya just pile it on; the more cheese, the better, but thereâs an art toâhey, not cool, man!â Heâs looking right at Eddie, and you glance over to see your date drop a handful of shredded mozzarella into his open mouth.
âSorry,â he mumbles through a mouthful of cheese, but youâre willing to bet that his apology is anything but sincere.
Argyle rolls his eyes, not even attempting to hide his irritation. âYou got one more strike, and then youâre out.â He points one finger at Eddie and then jerks his thumb backwards to emphasize his point.
âYes, sir,â Eddie salutes, and you elbow him in the ribs.
Once the cheese has been sprinkled across the sauceâwhatever remains after Eddieâs impromptu snack, anywayâyou reach for the mushrooms. Eddieâs sharp gasp makes you freeze up before you can grasp any.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he demands, placing his flour-coated hands on his hips.
You flick your gaze from the bowl of mushrooms to his impatient face. âUm, putting toppings on the pizza?â
âNot that one, youâre not,â he argues with a disapproving shake of his head. âVegetables donât belong on pizza.â He picks up the bowl of pepperoni and starts layering the slices on top, either unaware or indifferent to the fact that some of them stick together in a double layer of cured meat. âThis is more like it.â
You nudge him, triumphantly layering mushrooms around where heâs placed the pepperoni slices. âItâs called compromise, Eddie. Itâs how relationships work.â
His jaw drops and he places his hand over his heart like a southern belle whoâs just been presented with extraordinary gossip. âOh, this is a relationship?â He snickers when you give him a small shove. âI had no idea. I just thought we were two friends who make out sometimes.â
âGod, I hate you.â
âI hate you, too.â
An hour later, stomachs filled with pizza that might rival Surfer Boyâs, you and Eddie return to your apartment. A tense stillness fills the air when he walks you to your door, daring either of you to speak your mutual desire into existence.
Youâre the one to break the silence. âI had an amazing time tonight, Eddie.â
âYeah?â he asks almost incredulously, as though he doubts the truthfulness behind your words. He pushes the insecurity aside with a joke. âEven though I almost got us kicked out?â
The memory brings a smile to your face, though you would imagine that the annoyed instructor would not share the same sentiment. âI still need to get you back for that.â You lick his nose and giggle, knocking his hand away when he lifts it to his face. âDonât wipe it off!â
âAnd what if I do?â Eddie takes a step closer, resting one hand on the small of your back and putting the other on your cheek. He kisses you and you lean into it, pressing your body against his. His tongue parts your lips, and you hook a finger into his belt loop as you melt into each other.
âDo you wanna come in? Or do you have to get back home to Harris?â Youâve pulled the trigger. Thereâs no turning back now, and though youâre certainly in a healthier place than the last time youâd made this suggestion, the fear of a similar reaction has your heart in your chest.
He shakes his head, nose rubbing against yours. âWayneâs staying with him tonight.â He omits the fact that his uncle was the one whoâd offered to babysit overnight, a not-so-subtle hint at his expectations of Eddieâs evening plans.
âAll night?â
âAll,â he kisses you again, ânight.â
You fumble with your keys and unlock the door, Eddie wrapping his arms around your waist from the back as though he never wants to let go. As soon as you get it open, its grimacing creak mere background noise to the pounding in your ears, youâre kicking off your shoes and pulling Eddie into the bedroom.
Your hands on his shoulders pin him against the door, only moving them to the hem of his shirt to begin tugging it over his head. It proves to be a difficult task as you try keeping your lips on his neck, but he wraps his fingers around your wrists and stops you.
âBeen dreaminâ about worshiping this bodyâŚyou,â he clarifies, pupils blown so wide that they overtake his chocolate irises. âPlease,â he adds, a slight break in his voice. His begging starkly contrasts the bravado that dominated his personality the night youâd met. There was no patience or tenderness, just teeth clashing and hands searching for the fastest and easiest way to bring pleasure.
You nod. âI have a surprise for you first.â You take off your sweater, drawing it slowly up your torso to build up the anticipation, and toss it to the side.
Eddie goes slack jawed at the sheer mesh bra that leaves nothing to the imagination, just as youâd expected him to. He quickly snaps his mouth shut and swallows, a last-ditch attempt to salvage his machismo before he fully loses his mind.
âItâs a matching set, if you wanna see.âÂ
âUh-huh.â Eddie walks over, pressing kisses to your collarbones that leave your knees weak. His thumbs graze your breasts, slipping the bra straps down and unhooking the clasp. It falls to the ground and he stoops a bit, bringing his mouth to one hardening nipple and sucking it before moving onto the other. âPerfect.â He trails kisses down your stomach, dropping to his knees as he does. âPerfect.â He lifts one hand, kissing each individual finger right on the first knuckle. âSo perfect.â
He remains on his knees as his nimble fingers, still cold from the brief walk to your building, unbutton your jeans, and you shimmy out of them eagerly. His eyes widen when he sees that your panties do, in fact, match your bra: a red-tinted mesh thong that has everything on display.
âBaby,â he moans, grabbing one ass cheek in each of his big hands and pressing soft kisses to your clothed pussy. âBabyâŚfâme?â
âAll for you, Eddie.â Your breath hitches when you feel his lips graze your most sensitive spot. Heâs not intentionally teasing you, but logic has no place in your current state.
He kisses down your thighs. âLay down fâme, yeah?â You do as he asks, laying your head down on the pillow as your body sinks into the mattress. Eddie climbs on top of you, slotting one knee between your slightly open legs. He brings his lips to your ear, gently biting your earlobe and singing in a low murmur, âgot it bad, got it bad, got it badâŚâ
You giggle, the breath from his whisper tickling the shell of your ear, and you tilt your head slightly so you can see his face. âCan I undress you now?â He nods, and you wrestle with his shirt to expose the pale expanse of skin. Thereâs a dusting of curls across his chest, thicker in the middle and thinner around his nipples. You plant a kiss on his left bicep and drag your palm down his tummy, practically concave during his teenage years but now has a slight softness to it, stopping when you reach the bulge in his pants. He groans at your touch, and you feel his cock twitch slightly. Eager to alleviate his pent-up energy, you undo the button and tug down his zipper, cupping his erection through his navy blue boxers.
âNot yet,â Eddie mumbles, ânot done showing you how much I lâcare about you. How much you mean to me.â With a burning in his cheeks from what heâd nearly admitted, he drags your thong, a wet patch formed on it, down your thighs and past your calves until it drops to the ground unceremoniously. He balances your legs on top of his shoulders and pulls himself in closer, nudging your clit with his nose as he licks a stripe up your folds. His lips wrap around your sensitive bud, brushing it with his tongue. Soft brown eyes peer up at you, desperately seeking your approval.
âF-Feels good,â you manage, words caught in your throat as pleasure seeps into your body. âPlease keep going.â
Eddie needs no further convincing, reveling in your growing wetness against his face while slipping his middle finger into your pussy. You whimper at the feeling of him inside you, bracing yourself for a comment about how needy you are, but he just continues to draw you closer to your orgasm. His finger glides in and out, in and out, rhythmic but not too slow. The bed shifts ever-so-slightly, and you realize heâs rutting his hips against the mattress, desperate for relief.
Your hand finds purchase in the curls adorning his scalp, digging your fingers into them and giving a small tug. Eddie lets a second finger into your tight hole, curling them upwards and hitting your sweet spot over and over.
âRight there, th-thatâs it, please, Eddie,â you beg, your moans barely audible over the sounds of him fervently fingering you and lapping at your cunt. âFuck, Eddie, âm gonna cum!â
Eddie just lets out an âmmm,â in acknowledgment, the vibrations shooting through your core and bringing you right to the edge. Your release overtakes you and your thighs instinctively squeeze against either side of his head. He makes a mental note to ask you not to do that because he absolutely needs to hear every noise you make while you cum.
âYâgood?â he asks as you drift down from the high, still perched between your legs. He wipes his slick-glistened lips with the back of his hand before licking the taste of you from his fingers. âI can keep going, trust me.â
âNeed you closer.â You try to sit up, but your legs fail you, and you flop back onto the bed. âI have condoms in the top drawerââ
âBrought my own,â he grins, reaching into his back pocketânow positioned just under his ass from the way heâd dry humped the bedâand pulls out three connected foil packages. âRibbed, for her pleasure.â
âSuch a gentleman,â you tease, but itâs the truth. The way he took care of you, made sure you were okay after, offered to continue eating you out despite the raging hard-on heâs sportingâŚhis chivalry isn't lost on you. You watch as he strips down until his body is rid of any clothing, tearing one wrapper and rolling the rubber down his cock, and you bite your lip in anticipation of its delicious stretch.Â
Thereâs an unspoken disappointment at the addition of the barrier, regardless of its practicality. You want to be as close as you possibly can without anything in the way, but neither of you are in any rush to give Harris a sibling.
Imagine it, though, Eddie canât stop himself from thinking. Imagine the intimacy of filling her up every night until sheâs carrying my baby. Taking any little bit that drips out and stuffing it back inside to make sure it takes. Imagine kissing her growing bump every morning to greet her and our unborn child.
He puts one thigh on either side of yours, looking into your eyes as he asks, âYes?â
âYes.â
Eddie lines up with your entrance, pushing in gently and keeping his gaze trained on the way you take him in. Inch by inch, he disappears into your wanting hole until he bottoms out. He holds your hips while he finds a steady pace, and as soon as you arch your back, heâs slipping his hands around your waist just above the curve of your ass. âI canât believe youâre mine,â he whispers. âYou make me so fucking happy.â
Your hands grasp at his shoulder blades and you kiss him, tongues intertwining while you moan into each otherâs mouths. âIâm always yours, if thatâs what you want,â you promise, wrapping your legs around his.
âOf course, thatâs what I want. Most beautiful girl in the world, asking me if I want her to be mine.â He grins cheekily, burying his head in the crook of your neck and sucking on it lightly before asking, âdo you want me to be yours?â
âYeah,â you exhale as his cock presses against your walls. âYeah, I want you to be mine.â You smile, moving your hands to the nape of his neck and deepening the kiss. You want to be the only one he touches like this, the one who goes to bed next to him every night and wakes up next to him every morning. The one who celebrates his wins with him and brings comfort during the losses. You want everything that comes with belonging to each other.
Eddie thrusts into you, pulling wanton moans from your lips. âSay my name,â he pleads. âNeed to hear you say it.â
âEddie,â you pant, not able to fathom a single thought beyond the pleasure youâre feeling and whoâs bringing it to you. âEddie, âm so close. You feel tooâŚtoo good.â Good is an understatement; perhaps a more accurate adjective would be euphoric, but finding a more elaborate term is low on your priority list.
Eddieâs peak is not far behind, with the feeling of your warmth around him bringing him closer every second. âAlways wanna make yâfeel good, baby,â he says. His face hovers just above yours, a bead of sweat sliding down the bridge of his nose onto the tip of yours. âI gottaââ
âCum for me, Eddie,â you tell him, and with your permission, he pistons his hips a final time and spills into the condom. Your walls contract around his length as you finish with him.
Eddie stays inside you as the two of you catch your breath, smiling and stealing kisses from each other. Heâs never felt anything like this before; for him, the thrill of sex is typically fueled purely by the primal instinct to get laid, but heâs in no rush to let you go. His cock begins to soften and he slowly pulls out, chuckling when you whine at the loss of fullness.
âGotta toss this,â he says, removing the condom with a soft hiss and tying a knot. âThen Iâm gonna hold you, mmkay?â Part of him is waiting for the post-sex adrenaline to wear off and the inevitable crash down when he realizes heâs mistaken lust for passion, urgency for belonging, but that doesnât happen. As much as heâd love to be inside you again, hearing and feeling your satisfaction as you unravel for him, what he wants more than anything is to lay next to you and keep you safe. Safe from what, exactly, heâs not sure, but something compels him to protect you.
He takes you in his arms, the two of you a tangled, sweaty mess of naked limbs. Perspiration mats his sparse chest hair to his skin, but you press your cheek to it anyway and breathe in his scent. Your body grows heavier as sleep overtakes you, but Eddieâs low voice pulls you back for just a second.
âBaby?â
âHmm?â
I love you. The words want to flow freely but come to a screeching halt on the tip of his tongue. Itâs only your second date, and his mind is clouded with the sappiness of Valentineâs Day and oxytocin; what if he just thinks he loves you? Or what if he truly does, but you donât feel the same way? Would you tell him, or would you pretend to reciprocate to spare him the hurt? Which is worse?
I love you. But itâs too soon to feel that, to know it for certain. And if he rushes things, heâll get Harrisâs hopes upâget his own hopes upâonly to be met with heartbreak and disappointment.
I love you. And what would that admission accomplish, anyway? Where would you go from there? What would it change?
âGet some rest,â is what he settles on, biting the inside of his lower lip in shame. He kisses your forehead and watches you drift off, grateful when the exhaustion of the evening hits him and he follows suit.
I love you, is his last thought before he falls asleep, but he convinces himself that heâs not ready to speak it into existence.Â
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Yandere CEO who first met you at your job in your friend's family bakery. Young, bright, and full of life, wearing a baby blue apron. You eagerly greeted him with a smile, and asked how he was doing. There was nothing forced about your mannerisms, it was all genuinely, purely, you.Â
Yandere CEO, despite knowing it'll all end up flushed down a toilet, comes in everyday ordering the different pastries you recommend. After his seventh visit, you jokingly ask him if he's got any cavities yet and he blushes. Not that you notice.Â
Yandere CEO who gathers the courage to talk to you beyond simple good mornings, and responding to your questions of: âHow are you Milan?â or âSo that'll it be for today, eh?â and stammers out things like, âN- Nice weather today, huh?â and even, âUh.. How- How long have you been working here for?â It's all simple, nearly no substance, but it's exceptional progress for somebody like him who barely even speaks to his secretaries beyond plain Yes's and No's.Â
Yandere CEO whose fair face turns a furious red whenever you tease or compliment him, calling him things like adorable and cute. Never has he been called anything like that before. People see him, with his bodybuilder-esque physique and stoic face, with it's fierce features, and are too intimidated to treat him with anything other than with a respect that is borne out of fear.Â
Yandere CEO who knows this is wrong. He's 38 years old, and you're only what? 23? This is wrong, this is taboo, this is predatory. But his heart can't help but beat furiously for you each time he steps inside the quaint little bakery. Your bright smile, your gentle eyes, your warm voice. You are like the sun, and he is your ever-devoted Icarus, who will crash and burn if he tries to even fly an inch closer.
Yandere CEO who is unable to sleep at night. He's used to this, he's had insomnia since he was a teenager in highschool, but never like this before. Where previously it was paranoia and anxieties that kept sleep at bay now it was you, the scent of pastries and bread, and your warmth.Â
Yandere CEO who unconsciously starts to act like a teenage girl. Doodling your name in the margins of his paperwork, writing (Name) x Milan over and over again in the empty pages of his journal, which was previously used exclusively for tracking his expenses but was now being used for more personal entries.Â
July 17, 2009
Today [Name] remembered it was my birthday, and bought me a slice of chocolate cake using his own money. I tried to keep it down, but unfortunately my body is too used to emptying its stomach whenever I eat too much.Â
September 7, 2009
[Name] asked me if I've been sleeping well recently, and even if I told him I was okay, he still gave me a box of teabags. He told me it helps him sleep at night, and hopes it'll be able to help me too. He's so kind, and too good to me. I can never tell him it's him who's the cause behind these sleepless nights. I think it'll devastate him. Sometimes, I hope it will.
February 13, 2010
[Name] asked me if I was going to buy somebody any pastries for Valentine's Day, and if there's anybody I'm hoping to receive any chocolates from. I wanted to tell him I hoped to receive chocolates from him, but that would be inappropriate. Then he told me he hoped his girlfriend would remember to give him some.
[Name] has a girlfriend.Â
Yandere CEO who doesn't show up for multiple days after you reveal this to him. He goes back to old habits, the following days occupied by work, work, and work. He sleeps rarely, and wakes up late. He eats even less than he usually does, and forgets to go to the gym.Â
The only thing that Yandere CEO does outside of that? Pay private investigators to learn as much as possible about you, no matter how dirty or well kept the secret is he will know.Â
It's unethical, a violation of all your rights, but he thought you two were close. That you were friends. A kind of relationship he barely even knew. All he knows is distant families, cold business partners, and shallow imitations of friendship. He thought you were different, you were so real, but if he didn't even know you had a girlfriend, then what else was he unaware of?
Yandere CEO whose father calls him, and tells him his secretaries have told him about how he's been acting, and advises him to take a break. Perhaps he should try to hit the dating scene? He'll have to get married eventually, and he's not getting any younger.Â
Yandere CEO who goes to the blind dates his mother arranges for him. Daughters of her friends, sometimes even granddaughters. Women who are sometimes a decade younger than him. Women who are his age. He never told his parents he was gay, and now he has to suffer through this.Â
Yandere CEO who is thinking of canceling the date on the spot when she takes him to a familiar bakery, the familiar bell rings as the door swings open and you're still there, wearing your baby blue apron, and the polite smile you flashed his date immediately widens when you see him.Â
Yandere CEO who freezes up, and then stammers out a greeting, face flushed. His date, who has so far only experienced the cold and stoic front he puts on, is surprised that what has broken down the stone walls he's put up is the cute, young, male baker, who has a bright grin on his face.Â
âMilan!â You practically chirp, âIt's been so long, where have you been man?âÂ
You were wondering where he was? You missed him? You missed him? Milan? He couldn't believe his ears, he felt like he could faint.
Milan clears his throat, averting his grey eyes away from you, and avoiding Carrie's burning gaze.Â
âI have been preoccupied with work,â He explains, it's not a lie, he's just exaggerating how much work there was for him when it was basically just him doing paperwork and attending meetings every once in a while, âI apologize if my absence has bothered youâŚâÂ
You chuckle, âI'm just glad to see you again.â Milan can't help the small smile that forms on his face, but he restrains it from widening into a grin. He's in front of Carrie, a friend but at the same time a business partner, a marriage prospect, an unwelcome intruder into what could've been a moment between you two.
You glance at Carrie as if remembering that she was here, âAh, sorry, you must've been confused on how I know him, but I'm a friend of Milan,â You smile kindly at her, âName's [Name] [L/N], nice to meet you!âÂ
Carrie forces a polite smile on her face, âA pleasure,â Her eyes are filled with a cold fury, though Milan knows it's not directed to you, âMy name is Carolyn, Carolyn Deveuraux. However, you may call me Carrie.âÂ
Milan fakes a cough, âMhm, anyways.. I'd like to have the usual⌠and Carrie you'll have..?âÂ
She hums, âI'll have a cinnabon.âÂ
You glance between the two, noticing the obvious tension between them, âOookay, I'll have that prepared for you two in a jiffy,â Milan hands you his card, and savors the slight brush of your fingers, before your warmth is teared away and you slide it back to him when you're done.
He glares at Carrie for scaring you away, but she doesn't even look at him, her eyes are fixed on you. Milan wants to gouge her eyes out, she doesn't even deserve to look at you. Not when she barely knows you. Not like him, who knows every single thing about you that his money can buy for him.
You head into the back to prepare the goods, and Carrie goes back outside where there are tables and chairs. She sits on one, and crosses her arms. Milan settles on the one across from her, posture straight, arms on the table, eyes⌠decidedly not looking at Carrie.Â
âSo, you and that man⌠[Name], was it?â Milan nods, she continues, âYou know each other, do you?â She taps one carefully manicured nail against the arm of the chair. Tap, tap, tap.Â
Milan does not simply know [Name], he practically lives underneath the younger man's skin, but instead of verbalizing this he nods once more, âWe have known each other for two years.âÂ
âHm,â Her eyes narrow, they are blue, like ice, â And how old is [Name]?â
âTwenty-four years old,â Milan tells her, âHe had just gotten out of college when we first met.â His eyes trail to the window into the bakery, you still haven't emerged. Why were you taking so long?Â
âDoes he know?â Carrieâs tone is sharp and frigid. Milan glances at her, if he is not careful then he could be caught up in an inescapable storm.Â
âHe does not,â Milan admits, âAnd I'd prefer to keep it that way.â You still have your girlfriend, and he's content with your secrets and the stolen pictures.Â
Carrie glares at him, âWhy him? Is it his mind? His personality? Or is he simply a pretty boy you like to ogle at?â She's angry, and Milan, for his lack of proper socialization, has been taught to read people, every single shift in expression or body language has a hidden meaning, can tell this fury stems from something personal.Â
âThat is none of your business,â Milan had known Carrie for a while now, since his 30th birthday party where his father invited all his associates, and Lewis Deveuraux had brought his 28 year old daughter Carolyn, but they were never friends so much as allies in the cutthroat world of capitalism, and she was crossing a line.Â
âI can tell your father.âÂ
âHave you ever heard of the saying, âSnitches get stitchesâ, Carolyn?â Milan asks, âYou tell him, and I'll be doing so much more than giving you stitches.âÂ
Carrie doesn't even flinch, âNot much you can do when stripped of your position at your father's company,â She doesn't get a chance to continue, not when you arrive with a tray carrying the warm pastries. You set the plates down, as well as the complementary coffee.Â
âHere you goâŚâ You glance between the two of them, âIt's been nice seeing you again Milan,â You smile at Carrie, âGreat to meet you too, Carrie, hope to see you around some more.âÂ
Milan digs a nail into the skin of his palm hard enough to draw blood, if only to stop himself from punching that smirk on Carrie's face off, âThank you, [Name],â Her voice is pleasant, light and airy, âIt was a pleasure to meet a⌠friend of Milan today.âÂ
âSame here,â You grin. You wave goodbye to the both of them, then head back into the bakery.Â
Carrie's polite smile is gone as soon as you're out of the vicinity, âLet's talk about this later,â She reaches out and places a well-manicured hand on top of Milan's larger one, and her lips curl up, âFor now, enjoy the treats your little crush has made for us.âÂ
Yandere CEO, who since that reunion has started coming back more often. Happy to finally be able to bask in your presence again, thoughts of your girlfriend are dashed from his mind when he saw your smile again after two months of being deprived of it.Â
The only downside? Carrie is there as well. Chatting you up, using her charm to lower your guard down. She's a snake, or a wolf in sheep's clothing. Yandere CEO knows she's trying to break you two apart, but he won't let her.Â
Yandere CEO who can't stand watching you smile at her, keeping up with her bright mind in ways he knew you could but had never seen before. He didn't know it was possible, but he's become even more enraptured. Handsome with not only a good personality, but also intelligent. God, you were perfect.Â
Yandere CEO is able to himself with an endurance he didn't even know he possessed. He's not used to the rage that has been gathering inside him, but it's not that similar to managing his fear and paranoia. He can't do anything to Carrie, not when you two have practically become the best of friends.
Yandere CEO who decides that he can't let himself fall behind, he was here first you know. He's known you for two years while Carrie was only for a few weeks. He musters up the confidence he often uses in meeting rooms, trying to look suave and cool, but instead making you laugh.
âHaha⌠you're seriously so adorable Milan,â You tease, âWhat're you acting so serious for?âÂ
After that, Yandere CEO decides to just act how he did before, it's clearly more effective as you've even invited him to eat with you in the park near the bakery during your lunch hours. Something you haven't done in the two whole years you've known each other.Â
He realizes that in a sense, you are like him. Despite his stoicness, and your expressive features, his assertive aura, with your laid back vibe, both of you have an appreciation for genuine people. It makes his heart beat faster, for some inexplicable reason.
Yandere CEO who listens to you attentively as you start opening up to him more about your life. Your struggles with paying off college debt, your inability to land a higher paying job, and how you don't have enough money to pay for your rent. He already knows about all of this, but is happy nonetheless to be able to give you a comforting hug or pat on the back. One time, you actually cried and he got to feel the warmth of your tears as they raced down your face, they soaked into the skin of his palm as he wiped them away and offered you words of comfort.
Yandere CEO who abides by the law of equivalent exchange, and opens up to you more as well. He's heard before that the more imperfect you make yourself out to be, the more attractive you were for it was a sign of humanity. So what's more human than sharing his past as a bullied fat kid, and the whiplash he got once he had bulked up and attracted admirers like they were flies? Maybe it's the insomnia, the social anxiety, and the knowledge that he's surrounded by shallow people. Whatever it is, it works.Â
Yandere CEO who has started to feel genuinely close to you. Where before, it was akin to a celebrity having to deal with an awkward yet starstruck fan, now it felt like you two were old friends having a good time together. This is the first time he's had a relationship like this and he'd rather have his company go bankrupt and end up homeless on the streets than lose it.Â
September 12, 2010Â
[Name] is not meant for me, he is young, full of potential, and with a girl that he loves. But he tempts me with his warm eyes, beautiful smile, and those kind words of his that has had me wrapped around his finger since the very first day I met him.Â
It is wrong, it is dirty. I am too old, too broken, worn out like a hand me down toy. However I cannot help myself. He is like the sun, bright and comforting, yet he burns me so.Â
[Name]
[Name]
[Name]Â
Even just writing his name has me weak at the knees, it makes me feel alive. Like I can face the day without wanting to retreat back to my bed and refusing to get out till I am dragged by my feet. Just the idea of being able to catch a glimpse at him, gives me the energy to get up and do a marathon.Â
[Name] is too charming for his own good. Heâs such a sweet boy, not knowing how much he tempts me to do such despicable things every single time I see him talking to customers or laughing with Carrie. He doesnât know, he doesnât know, he doesnât know.Â
I should be leaving him alone, and never speaking to him again. He is fine, he is perfect, he is like God. But I am nothing but a filthy sinner who shouldnât even be within his sights. Better kept away, far far away. But I want nothing more than to touch him, to hold his feet in my filthy hands and press my cold lips to it. His foot alone is worth more than my entire career. His life? Priceless.Â
However if I were to distance myself from him again, Iâd become a shell. No better than a living corpse. My father and mother would be concerned for the business, and theyâd keep on trying to figure out why Iâm in such a state, till they eventually trace it all back to [Name], and I canât have that. I donât want them knowing about him. It is bad enough Carrie knows. But my own parents?Â
I cannot accept that. I will not share him. They would take him away from me like they took away everything else good that couldâve happened to me by being my parents and birthing into the life that Iâve led. His warmth would be engulfed in their cold gazes and harsh words, and soon he would be no better than I am, and that cannot happen.Â
He may not be meant for me, but I will make sure nobody else can have him.Â
Even that girlfriend of his.
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#yandere male#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere imagines#male yandere#male reader#x reader#yandere#yandere male x reader#Milan Balter#sorry i've been dead guys :)#school's been hectic#ya boy had to do a some public speaking (T_T)#anyways this was very fun#he's so pathetic#i love him
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â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë Birthday Sex
| CW: oral, fingering, her playing with icing, praising, pet names, just pure fluff... And smut hehe
| A/N: kind of late, but belated happy birthday to that person who requested this fic.. I hope you enjoy your day and indulge this fic mwamwa.. And sorry if this is kinda shortđ¤§
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You were woken up by the rays of sunshine, hitting you through the window. You blocked it by you hand as you slowly got up from bed, stretching yourself looking around, noticing that your girlfriend wasn't there by your side.. Where is she..? You thought as you move yourself to the edge of the bed, wearing your comfy slippers.
You get up as you look through the window, feeling like everything will go out on your way. Your gut says so, of course. A hum escape from your lips as you go out to find your tall girlfriend. Catching her making breakfast for the two of you. Her back, facing you as she's focused on cooking. You, on the other, has the urge to jump behind her and hug her, so you did what your mind tells you to.
"Good morning" you hummed as you rest your chin on her back, looking up to her as she looked over her shoulder, smiling sweetly at your bubbly personality. "Good morning too, love" she replied back as she stopped from what she was doing, turning around to face you. "How's your sleep?" She asked, even tho she already knew that you had a good sleep, you snoring beside her, having a wonderful dream, that she won't even know what.
"It's good.. Like so good this time.." You said while smiling as you wrap your arms around her waist. She chuckles as she ruffles your hair..
"How so?"
"Like... It's sooo cozy last night, and we slept together.. Very comfortable" you replied, nuzzling your face on her chest.. "Maybe because it's your day, today?" She asked in a playful manner. You tilt your head up, looking at her.. "What do you mean?" She raised her eyebrow at your question. Don't tell her, that you've forgotten your special day?
"Seriously? You've forgotten it?" She asked.
Panic rushed through you. "Is it our anniversary today?! Oh no... I'm sorry I didn'tâ ow!" You exclaimed as she flicked you on the forehead. "What was that for?" You asked as you rub your forehead, using your fingers...
"Our anniversary was a month away..." She said, removing your hand from your forehead.. "It's your birthday, silly." She added.
"Ohâ" you paused, remembering that it's your special day today. Bada sighed as she nuzzled against your head, inhaling your yesterday's scent. "You keep forgetting it..." She murmured, planting a kiss on your head, before she pulled away. "I'll buy you a cake, later... For now, have some breakfast" she added, which you nodded.
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Bada told you to stay in your shared bedroom for a bit since she has a 'surprise' that she wants to show you. You're eager to see what it is but she told. "Wait for bit, like a good girl, yeah?" You nodded as a response so now you're there, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting.
Even tho you're growing impatient, you also don't want to upset her.
You looked at the door when you heard it open, revealing her tall figure entering, holding a strawberry cake. A sweet smile formed your lips as you watches her approaches you... "Should I sing the happy birthday song? Or just straight up letting you eat the cake and shows you my surprise?" She asked while chuckling.
"What if... The surprise, first?" You suggest and you saw a smirk curled up on her lips... "Oh you're eager" she teased as she puts the cake down on the bedside table, before sitting next to you... You noticed how close she is which made you flustered. She noticed it as she let out a low chuckle before she pulled you closer.. "The gift or surprise is... A physical gift... If you get what I mean" of course you don't know what she meant... But your mind filled with so many thoughts, you're too focused on the closed gap between the two of you..
You tensed up when you felt her leaned forward, her breath against your neck... "If you're clueless, I can demonstrate?" She whispered.
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You felt your body screaming, because of embarrassment... You're currently layed down on the bed, naked, your wrists were both tied up above your head, using a ribbon. Her sitting in front of you. The cake was all ruined.. The icing was on her left hand, gently spreading it on your body, from your nipples, your stomach, to your pussy.
She looks down at you, admiring your body like an actual masterpiece that she put a lot of effort to make.. "Oh I thank the universe that someone as beautiful as you existed.." She hummed, causing your cheeks to turned red. God why is she like this to you...? She starts to peppering you kisses on your forehead, all the way to your collarbone.
You shuddered you feel her tongue trailing up to your already hardened nipples, savoring your taste and the icing. You whined as she suck your bud before licking it, sending waves of pleasure right through your core. "B.. Bada... Touch me down there too.. Please.." You plead, which she hums in response..
"Yes, princess... Don't worry... I'm not gonna let the birthday girl to wait.." She whispered as her tongue slowly went down to your stomach, planting some lovely kisses before licking the icing away and going her way down to your thighs, leaving a few kisses while her gaze was focused on you. That lustful gaze that she had, it made you squirm so desperate for her... "Mhnn... Fuck you taste so damn good" she moaned out quietly as she continues to lap out your juices, greedily tasting it, like there's no tomorrow...
Your hand slowly grip on her hair, as if desperately pulling her closer.. "Fuck, Y/N.. My princess's so eager.." She cursed as she spreads your legs, her body shifts into a comfortable position her fingers slowly rub your entrance before pushing her two digits in.. You mind went blank, feeling lightheaded, as your left foot resting on her back, toes curling..
She began to thrust her fingers inside, as your body trembled.. "B.. Bada...!" You moaned loudly, as her chuckle sent vibration through your clit as she suck it like a lollipop.. "God... Look at you... So sensitive already.. So beautiful..." She said in a teasing manner..
Her free hand rest on your left chest, playing with your nipple, continuing her assault on your pussy. Her eyes never left your face, the way your fist covered your mouth to muffle out any gasps and moans, restraining yourself to get any louder, is fueling her desire..
Both of your hand gripping on her hair tightly, as if your life depends on it.. Her fingers went deeper inside, rubbing your gummy walls with a slight pressure.. You know you're gonna come very soon and she's not helping because of the way her tongue presses against your clit, before licking and sucking it again as her fingers thrusting inside you, in a fast pace... "I... I'm close.." You cried out. She took it as a initiative to go faster... Adding a third digit and feels you tightens around her as she continues her work on you.
You arched your back as you choked out a cry of pleasure, as your orgasm coursed through you. After a while, you started to limp as your grip on her hair, loosened. Still muffling a weak moan, feeling her finger slowly thrusting inside you and her tongue on your sensitive bud, riding out your orgasm before pulling her fingers, as her lips trails up to your stomach, peppering soft and gentle kisses to soothe you.. She slowly rest her head against it as her gaze went up too look at you, seeing you feeling light headed, breathing heavily, and looking back at her, full of affection in your eyes..
"Hmm.. Happy birthday, love"
#bada lee x reader#bada lee#bada lee fanfic#bada lee x fem reader#swf2 x reader#swf2#bada lee swf2#bada lee smut#bada lee x y/n
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could you write kate missing reader's birthday party ?? pls and thank u
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i bet it stung [K.Bishop]
pairing: kate bishop x reader
summary: kate tries her best to be there for everyone but sometimes, she messes up.
warnings: angst with happy ending; mutual pining, friends to lovers; kate's a mess but she's trying her best; allusions to sex + mentions of hickeys; NOT proofread
wordcount: 1.7k
a/n: HEY GUYS! i've been spending most of my time working on polishing vampire!kate and trying to figure out an upload schedule for new chapters BUT i suddenly got hit with inspiration to tackle this request and now it's here. i actually really liked how this turned out, sorry to the anon who requested this because it took me a RIDICULOUS amount of time to write it đ
as always, thanks for the love, support, and patience. hope you enjoy <3
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You didn't want to think the worst of your best friend.
You wanted to be kind and patient and understanding and not give her the silent treatment like she deserved. But what else were you supposed to do after she broke yet another promise to you?
Maybe it was stupid, maybe you were being overdramatic, or maybe you had a damn good reason for feeling so disappointed.
It wasn't the biggest deal in the world, you knew that, but that didn't stop you from wanting to shut down and hide in your room. You couldn't do that, though, since you were still in the middle of your living room, celebrating your birthday.
Well, celebrating is putting it nicely.
It's more like you're sitting on your couch, surrounded by people who know and love you, and trying to act like your heart isn't sinking down into your stomach and making it churn with something akin to anxiety. What's bothering you isn't anxiety, though.
It's the fact that Kate looked you right in the eye and promised she would be there before the end of the night. Your birthday wasn't exactly the best day for the archer to go off on a complicated mission but it wasn't like she had a choice.
At least, that's what she had said before running out the door with that breathtaking smile on her face.
You had believed her at that moment but then night came and Yelena showed up at your apartment with a bottle of unlabeled vodka in her hand and no awkward archer at her side. It would have been fine if the blonde hadn't mentioned she had no idea where Kate was even though she had told you Yelena had assigned the mission to her.
You didn't want to make a scene, though, you were supposed to be enjoying your day and getting slightly too drunk with your friends while eating ridiculously expensive cake.
Your change in mood didn't go unnoticed by the Russian or the rest of your friends.
"She'll be here," Peter says, offering you a small smile. "She's just a little late."
"Yeah!" Kamala joins in, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze. "When has Kate not been late to something, right?"
Yelena opens her mouth to answer but the glare you send her way makes her rethink her words. "She isâŚawful at time management."
You snort, lifting up your cup. "Cheers to that."
Your friends join in and you down the rest of your drink, thankful that the bitter taste of the alcohol distracts you from your bitter feelings.
The rest of the night looks the same with drinking and crappy jokes and far too many slices of cake. Your friends leave a few hours later and it's not until you turn the music off and silence engulfs you that you remember your disappointment.
More than that, it suddenly dawns on you that you're alone.
That Kate still isn't back.
It hurts more than it should.
You know she didn't lie but she still chose not to tell you she wouldn't make it. She promised she'd show up and she didn't.
You're in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen, doing your best to hold back your tears because you are not going to cry on your birthday, when you hear the sound of the front door opening.
It takes a lot of self-restraint to stay instead of running away like you want to. You already know you'll end up forgiving her for missing your party, no matter how stupid the reasoning she gives you is.
"y/n."
The simple sound of her voice is almost enough to get you to break. You're determined not to break down this time, though, and certainly not in front of her.
You take a deep breath before turning around to face her. Your eyes instantly fall on the badly wrapped present and the almost crumpled bouquet of flowers in her hands. Any other day, you would have found it cute.
It's hard to break your habit despite how upset you are and you find yourself scanning her for any clear or severe injuries.
It doesn't take you long to notice the marks on her neck. You assume they're bruises, that her messy hair and disheveled appearance are part of whatever trouble she ended up getting herself in tonight.
But then you look closer.
And suddenly the room feels far too small, the air too thick to let you breathe.
Kate instantly takes notice of what's stolen your attention, placing the flowers down before her free hand comes up to nervously rub at her neck. You're not a genius but you know all her tells by heart.
"You didn't," you say, your voice barely above a whisper but brimming with danger.\
"It's not- I didn't-" She cuts herself off with a sigh.
You know exactly what that means. She doesn't even have an excuse. No stupid explanation to make you feel better. If anything, that makes her guiltier.
Of what? You're not too sure. You just know your best friend was out getting laid when she was supposed to be here with you.
Your unspoken feelings for her only make her betrayal worse.
"You're fucking unbelievable, Kate."
You see a flash of hurt stain her usually bright eyes but you don't care. You can't. Because all of you've done since you met her is care and it's gotten you nothing but heartache.
"y/n."
The soft tone she uses tugs at your heartstrings and yet you force yourself to keep going. To walk away and put enough space between the two of you so you don't have to keep staring the truth right in the face.
Kate doesn't love you. Not the way you want her to. And even though you love her, you can't keep letting yourself get hurt like this.
Not anymore.
So, you walk away.
Unfortunately, you still live together which makes your plan to ignore her for at least a few days practically impossible. Maybe it's immature but the only thing you can do is stay in your room and avoid interacting with her as much as possible.
Avoiding her does little to soothe your hurt feelings, though, and hearing her pace outside your locked door like a scolded puppy makes things even harder. All you can do is remind yourself you already know what her excuses will be anyway so what's the point of letting her in just to be hurt again?
It's a good plan but it doesn't take into account howâŚpersistent Kate can be.
You assume she'll end up doing something to catch your attention but you never once think she'll climb the fire escape and knock on your window.
That's exactly what she does, though, which leaves you pretty much unable to ignore her.
You think about it for a second but then your eyes meet hers and you get up before you can stop yourself.
It's stupid, you know that, but that knowledge doesn't stop you from opening your window. You don't let her in even though it's ridiculous to make her stay outside.
"Do you need something?" You ask.
"Yeah, to talk to you," she replies, her eyes nervously searching your face. "I need to apologize."
"You don't have to, you-"
"Yes, I do and you have to let me in." She seems just as surprised as you are by her words.
You momentarily think about shutting her out and yet somehow, for whatever stupid reason, you don't. You take a step back and allow her to climb in through your window like all those times before. At least this time she's not bleeding.
An awkward silence settles over both of you as she stands in the middle of your room. You regret not cleaning up a little before making your way to the window since now she's subjected to all your haphazardly thrown tissues and incredibly messy bed.
"What now?" You question, already fidgeting with your fingers while you wait for her to talk.
"NowâŚI tell you how sorry I am and how big of an idiot I am."
"Kate, we've been friends for years, I already know you're an idiot," you say with an eyeroll that holds way too much affection.
"True," she says with a chuckle. "No, I umâŚI really messed up but not in the way you think. I did miss your party but IâŚI didn't hook up with anyone. Not really, I-"
"You really don't have to explain this to me." You rush out, not at all wanting to hear those kinds of details from her.
"Yes, I do." She takes a step toward you and it takes all your restraint to not step away from her. "I don't want you to think I went out and slept with someone else on your birthday-"
"Kate," you try again. "You're an adult, you can do whatever you want."
"I want to do that with you!"
There's an edge of desperation to her voice that makes you pause. More than anything, her words confuse you.
"What are you talking about?"
A groan escapes her lips and before you know it, she's getting rid of the space between you and gently taking your face in her hands. She tilts your head until you're looking right at her and your breath gets caught in your throat from the proximity.
"I. Want. To. Be. With. You." Kate whispers every word into the small space between your lips. "I did get caught up on a stupid mission but I didn't sleep with anyone else. I just had to get creative and I took a page out of Natasha's book. I didn't think I'd end up with a massive hickey, though."
It's absolutely ridiculous.
It honestly borders on stupid.
So much so that you laugh.
You laugh until the weight you've been carrying for who knows how long falls off your shoulders.
Until finally, finally, you're able to lean in and kiss the girl of your dreams.
Kate may be an idiot who always gets herself in the worst kinds of troubles butâŚshe's your idiot.
Finally.
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Happy Birthday!
summary: what they do and how they spend your birthday with you <3
warnings: none
a/n: thought of this since today is my birthday!
Kuroo Tetsurou, Kotarou Bokuto, Shouyou Hinata, & Kenma Kozume
Kuroo Tetsurou
âż Kuroo wants to make sure you have the best birthday ever
âż heâll throw you a surprise party and everything. He just wants you to have a good time
âż first Kuroo will take you out to go get breakfast and you guys talk about what you have to do for that day
âż meanwhile your friends and his friends from nekoma and karasuno are at your house decorating and getting everything set up
âż once you and Kuroo get done with breakfast he takes you shopping so you can get some things that you want heâs paying ofc
âż if you try to tell him that you donât want anything or that youâll pay for yourself he will not stand for it. He will literally force his card into the employeeâs hands
âż heâll go with you to get your hair and nails done for your birthday so you can look all nice and pretty pls let him pick out a nail color he just wants to be helpful đ
âż when youâre done yaku texts him that everything is ready and to bring you home. When you get there your friends all jump out and scream happy birthday
âż everyone plays games and eats some food and cake
âż after the party when everyone has left Kuroo gives you your gift from him after much teasing on his part
âż itâs a photo book full of pictures from when you two started dating and some that are pretty recent. If you look at him you can obviously see a light pink tint on his cheeks indicating that he was nervous.
âż if you tease him about this heâll either get defensive and playfully tell you off or admit that the reason heâs blushing is because he was nervous. No in between
Bokuto Kotarou
âż now Bokuto is special. He will force you to stay over at his house the night before your birthday and sing you happy birthday knowing itâs not 12 yet
âż he just loves you so much he wants to wish you a early happy birthday
âż once itâs finally 12 bokuto will hug and kiss you so much you feel like your face and body might go numb
âż heâs so energetic you have to tell him to save his energy for earlier in the day and to go to sleep with you
âż when you guys wake up and do your routine bokuto is glued to you. Anywhere you go heâs going too. Bathroom? Okay, he had to go too. Kitchen? Alright, letâs make breakfast. Going back to sleep? Hmm well fine, he could use the extra few minutes.
âż kind of like Kuroo, Bokuto will get some of his and your friends to come hang out with you for your birthday
âż you guys might go out to eat or something and celebrate there
âż wants everyone to know itâs your birthday and will make sure they know too. He got you one of those award ribbons saying âbirthday girlâ, âbirthday boyâ, or âitâs my birthday!â And yes you have to wear it
âż when you guys get some alone time Bokutoâs demeanor will change from playful and energetic to serious. The shift is crazy and it will catch you off guard
âż but anyway heâll tell you how much he loves and appreciates you and how he really hopes that you had fun for your birthday
âż heâll give you a handmade bracelet or necklace and some snacks cuz heâs not very good at gift giving
âż he hopes that him making the jewelry was okay instead of him buying it. He just wanted to get you something more meaningful
Hinata Shouyou
âż Hinata is literally bouncing off the walls
âż he so excited for your birthday dare I say more excited than you
âż he doesnât know what to do but heâll just do whatever you wanna do
âż if you stayed over at his house then heâs waking you up with soft gentle kisses on your face, but if you didnât then heâs the first one to tell you happy birthday once it hits 12
âż you guys are doing everything for your birthday. Maybe even things you havenât even tried
âż Hinata will take you out for a little walk while holding hands with you as you talk about what plans you have for today
âż youâll go get some ice cream and maybe even share one together if Hinata is feeling a little bold
âż after ice cream you guys go to get some food and talk. Hinata might even ask force you to play volleyball with him if the conversation steers towards that direction
âż if youâre celebrating with friends or family then thatâs your next stop after he absolutely crushes you in volleyball. Heâs like the loudest one singing happy birthday
âż like bokuto, Hinata is glued to you the whole day and he wonât let you go. Heâs like a little puppy following you around everywhere you go
âż for your gift Hinata made you this little diy box full of cute pictures you took at the photo booth and some cute keychains, charms, and plushies
âż after he gives you your gifts you guys eat some cake and watch movies
Kenma Kozume
âż kenma is pretty laidback for your birthday. Although he wants to make sure you have fun he also doesnât want to overwhelm or overstimulate you with so much stuff
âż he invites you to stay the night the day before your birthday under the guise of âplaying video gamesâ when in reality he just wanted to be the first person to tell you happy birthday
âż both of you stay up for hours and when itâs 12 kenma pauses his game, turns to you while having a small smile on his face, and says âhappy birthday, [name]â with the softest voice ever. Depending on how brave heâs feeling he just might give you a quick kiss on the lips
âż if thereâs something that you specifically want to do that day kenma is all for it. Even if itâs something physically demanding
âż when you both wake up he cuddles into you some more while softly talking to you as to not break the peacefulness of the room
âż kenma will do his best to make breakfast for you but donât expect it to be top tier cooking because heâs not really the best at it
âż if youâre celebrating with friends and family then you guys will bake your cake together.
âż kenma will take you to the beach later on in the day so he can have some more alone time with you. If you want to heâll even dip his feet into the water with you (doesnât have to be the beach it can be anywhere just someplace that isnât very populated/crowded)
âż when itâs time kenma will sing you happy birthday as another surprise although it would most likely take a great deal of persuasion from Kuroo for him to even consider doing it
âż heâll be so nervous while singing it and if you tease him about it kenma will lovingly tell you to shut up and that the only reason he did it was because it was your birthday
âż when kenma thinks itâs an appropriate time heâll give you your gift which was a cherry blossom tree lego set and some ramen with a heartfelt message. Like Bokuto he really isnât good at gift giving
âż heâs so nervous when gifting them to you. His hands are superglued to his pockets while you examine your gift. If you tell him you like it then heâll be really happy and you both will spend the rest of the day putting together your cherry blossom tree
reblogs are appreciated!
#x black reader#haikyuu x black reader#kuroo x reader#bokuto koutaro x reader#kenma kozume x reader#kenma x reader#hinata x reader#haikyu x reader
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đđđđđđđđđđ.
đđđ đđđđđđ : yandere choso x fem reader
đđđ đđđ : choso fell in love with you freshman year and it was finally time to make you his.
đđđ đđđđ : smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, love, manipulation, murder (not you!)
đđđ đđđđđđđ : 7.1K
đđđ đđđđ : inspired by lyrics from saccharine by jazmin bean.
đđđ đđđđđđđ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! this was a request iâve been working on for a while lol; i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Everything you do, I'm obsessed with you.
âExciting, isnât it?â
âHuh? I mean, yeah itâs cool.â
âAre you rushing too? I really wanna go Kappa!â
âThatâs, uh, arenât they kindaâŚâ
âWhat, cunts? Yeah, Iâd fit in nicely.â
When Choso first met you during rush week a couple years ago, you were an aspiring freshman looking for a sorority to pledge to, and he was a normal guy. Sorta. Youâd spoken to him once and he became absolutely in love with you. Not like he hadnât been with other girls in the past, a few relationships here or there. But you were different. Not like any other girl heâd seen. You hadnât shared too much with him that day, but he was determined to figure out, well, everything about you.
I don't mean to scare, but you're just so cute.
It started with your name, which heâd simply just asked someone in your class. But then, Choso needed to know more, when was your birthday, were your zodiac signs compatible? Heâd gotten that information from stealing your campus ID out of your purse while you two were in class together. Choso was paying really good attention to other things too though. Heâd paid attention to your screen while he sat behind you, online shopping when you were supposed to be paying attention to the lecture. Thatâs how he found out what size you were and the brands you liked, but other things got a little trickier. He noticed the way you did your makeup, it was always so pretty, but itâs not like he knew what any of it was, so heâd slowly started stealing things out of your makeup bag. It was harder to get your perfume, though, until you reapplied it on the campus lawn one day. Pink sugar, huh? Sweet just like you. Choso wanted to be even better, heâd send you flowers with no receipt of who sent them, an array until he found your favorites. Heâd pay for your food when you went out to eat, then leave to remain anonymous. He just loved seeing that smile on your face whenever he surprised you with something, always grateful, looking around to see if you could catch your secret admirer, but blushing when you realized you wouldnât. God, you were perfect.
Lucky for you, you had actually gotten into Kappa. You walked around on this high horse though, one of those kiss-my-ass kind of attitudes. Not like anyone was gonna check you for it, well, âcause you were hot. Always well dressed, always groomed, always punctual. There was nothing anyone could really say about you other than you being a bitch, at least never to your face. Little did you know, Choso was your bitch. If you ever even glanced at him, heâd almost faint, and as the sophomore and junior years came and youâd gotten classes with him, heâd go back to his dorm and fuck his fist at the thought of you every day. But now, it was Senior year, and he was running out of time to make you his.
Every move you make, you're fucking sweeter than a cake.
Choso originally planned to just ask you directly, but he had to make sure it was gonna be perfect. He couldnât leave room for error in the possibility that you werenât interested at all. So, heâd gotten as close as possible to you. It wasnât stalking, it was just studying an interest. He was pretty good at photography, so he got hired as a photographer for school events, such as parties or games. Heâd walk around and take pictures of everyone like usual to not raise suspicion, but whenever he could, heâd snap as many pictures as he could of you, slipping them into his pocket. When there was too much going on at the party downstairs, heâd sneak upstairs to find which room was yours, for research purposes of course.
Well, that research went directly to Choso knowing which window to take pictures outside of. You were so oblivious, often leaving your curtains wide open as you just got out of the shower, dressed in nothing but a towel. Now, Choso never got a snapshot of you naked or anything like that, but the hopes of the day he could got him pretty damn hard. Heâd take pictures of you walking around campus, doing fundraisers with your sorority sisters, running for the pageants that you always won, with the exception of Miss Junior, who you exposed for cheating on her boyfriend so sheâd be out of the running. So, youâd won that too. You were practically perfect, Choso felt you were made for him, there was a true possibility he could nurture and care for you, allow you to let your guard down a bit and let him someone in. He imagined himself taking you out to all your favorite restaurants, he had all of them written down along with your favorite menu items. Nights in his room cuddled up watching all of the movies you liked, youâd be so excited to see all of your favorite snacks already waiting for you. Youâd wear that glitter lipgloss you loved, heâd make sure you had more than enough, considering heâd already bought two tubes for whenever he made you his. He imagined making love to you, hearing you moan for him as he pleasured you, then put you on his chest as you fell asleep, resting his eyes as he held you. You two could truly be in love.Â
I'd love to wipe these other bitches out, so it's just you and me.
But, you had a fucking boyfriend. Itâs not like he didnât like seeing you with other guys. He fucking hated it. Choso thought the guy was pretty scummy, he had that douchebag personality and always looked at guys like Choso like he was a piece of shit. But that asshole was truly a piece of shit. Megumi, or something like that. Choso didnât bother doing too much digging up on him because it wasnât gonna matter very soon. You guys had been dating since the beginning of the school year, not very long, but that didnât stop him from talking to other girls when you weren't around. Heâd forget your dates, and make you cry. Wouldnât post you on his socials, almost pretended he was single. Choso had half a mind to stab him to death, mostly because he didnât like the way he treated you, but also because then he wouldnât be in the way anymore.
Then, there were your damn sorority sisters. Those bitches were definitely in the way. They took up too much of your time, making you busy every day with planning and meetings, to do what? Party and maybe, fundraise? Heâd see them sometimes talking shit about you, saying you were weird or a bitch, or something else that wasnât true about you. Choso would never say those things about you or treat you like that. You deserved someone who actually loved you and cared about you, none of these other distractions. He would give you the world, but that meant getting rid of the world you had first.
Oh, oh, this shit is scaring meâŚ
Now, when Choso originally thought of doing this, he thought it was a little nuts. It was a little extreme, sure, but it was just an obstacle in the way to get to you. Sometimes, we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn't mean it's right, it means love is more important.Â
Choso originally thought of actually stabbing Megumi like he wanted to. That fell quickly when he really considered the situation. Megumi was on the lankier side which meant it would be more tactical to get a hit in, plus heâd need to find a time heâd be alone in a discreet location to hurt him with no one noticing. Not that heâd really care if someone saw, it would just mean he wouldnât be able to live the rest of his life with you; that was not an option. Shooting would be just as difficult, shell casings and the sound of gunfire could get him in deep. Could steal the brakes from his car, but then there was the possibility you were in it when it crashed, and for that, heâd never forgive himself. Heâd need something that anyone could have done, an accident perhaps, something that wouldnât kill Megumi, just get him out the fucking way. Then he got a little idea.
Don't wanna stick my fingers in this, or I'll start to bleedâŚ
âHey, Megumi!â
âDo I know you?â
âWell, we literally live on the same floor, but um, no. Anyways, wanted to talk to you about somethingâŚâ
âGet on with it.â
âItâs her birthday today, your girlfriend that is.â
âOh yeah. Well, why the fuck do you care?â
âWeâre kinda close, wanted to get her something, but Iâll be too busy with classes to give it to her. Do you mind giving it to her for me?â
âYou got my girlfriend a gift, bitch? What the hellâs in this box?â
âWell, thatâs kind of a surprise for herâŚâ
âGet the fuck out of my face before I beat your ass. Leave my girl alone, you fuckinâ weirdo.â
Megumi had slammed the door on him, just like that. Usually, Choso wouldâve been really torn by his insult. He was pretty pissed Megumi forgot your birthday too, but how could he be pissed, truly? Not when a sweet resolution to Megumiâs shitty ways was on the horizon.
âMegumiâs like totally dead!â
âOmg, what do you mean heâs dead?â
âWell, he went to the hospital âcause he came down with like a fever or something? Todo said he couldnât even talk when he found Megumi in the hallway and his eyes were all watery. The doctors said he died of, shit, whatâs it called again? Whatever, like he couldnât breathe! I donât know what the fuck happened, but damn, really sucks, ya know?â
âBabe, Iâm so sorry. To be fair, he was a dick.â
âYeah, youâre right. He didnât have a big one either TBH.â
Well, shit. Choso didnât mean to kill him, not really. He knew Megumi was a fuckinâ asshole, though. Paired with someone crushinâ on his girlfriend and his ego, Choso knew Megumi was gonna open that box. And what was in it? Initially, Ricin covered the inside of the box, which when inhaled, caused damage to the respiratory system, which Megumi could technically recover from. Choso had extracted the Ricin from some castor beans. The same castor beans that were crushed inside of the cupcake sitting in the box. All 10 of them. Originally, Megumi wouldâve lived, had he just thrown it away and not have been nosy, and if he did end up giving it to you, Choso would be there to intervene and heâd deal with that explanation later. But Megumi chose to be a nosy bastard, open it, AND EAT THE CUPCAKE! It was comical, really, considering Ricin canât be found in an autopsy, so Choso got away with it. Itâs okay. It had to be done. That greedy asshole got what was coming to him, and with him out of the way, Choso was cleared to enact Phase 2.
It's sweet like saccharine, what Iâd do to have you sitting here next to me.
A couple of days after Megumi died, you pretty much got over it, walking about as if nothing happened. To be fair, he was cheating on you all the time, lied to you, and overall treated you like shit, so it wasnât that hard. What Choso didnât expect was for you to get kicked out of your sorority house.
âListen, babe. Your dead boyfriend is really throwing off the vibe here. Plus, itâs bringing a lot of bad looks to the rest of us because it seems like you honestly donât give a fuck that he died, and truthfully, neither do we, but damn bitch, try acting like it!â
âPlease, Chapter President, I can act like I care, I just-â
âSorry girlie. Youâre still a sister, donât worry. You do have to leave the house though.â
Choso felt a little bad. A little. They really were bitches, but this was perfect. Heâd just saved himself from starting a gas leak at the Kappa house when you werenât home. He didnât like that your feelings were hurt though, and he beat himself up about it. Choso himself wasnât really a good guy, killing your boyfriend on your birthday? Almost killing your sorority sisters before they pretty much kicked you to the curb? He was doing the exact opposite of being a good boyfriend. Heâd be on his toes from now on, canât risk ruining his chances with you. However, it was all in good light. You were becoming more and more ready to fall into his arms.
Apparently, you pretty much kept to yourself and stayed in your room. Your classwork was slacking a bit, and you couldnât live at the house, but that didnât stop you from still trying to be involved, participating in some campus events, and fundraising with your sisters despite your exile. You were a normal girl, humbled for sure, but Choso didnât like that very much. He never intended to break you down like this, while you were still sweet in his eyes, he knew you loved the life you had before. He canât unkill Megumi, which wouldnât make sense anyway because Choso was your boyfriend now, but heâd give you a life even better than the first. One where you and he were together.
Like cherry pie, will you be mine?
Now, Choso was a real sweetheart, getting you so many gifts for when you came along, preparing how heâd approach you, compliment you, fuck you. But he was getting a little impatient. At this point, it was already the tail end of courses before winter break so he didnât have much time to see you every day, even though heâd make that happen regardless. Plus, all of the shit that had happened to you would wear off in a couple of days, so he needed to act now. Choso knew he couldnât make you fall in love with him overnight, and it would be too hasty to try to take it slow with you now. So, he had no choice. He was gonna kidnap you.
Now, âkidnappingâ is a rather strong way to put it. In reality, Choso was gonna come to see you and talk a bit, but if that didnât work, heâd hold you at knifepoint and make you come back to his dorm with him to enjoy all of the things heâd set up for you! He would never hurt you intentionally, so itâs not like he was gonna use it, but he had to make you think he would. He wished kidnapping you was legal, why wouldn't he want to be able to love you and take care of you all the time? Itâs okay, youâd learn to love him back. After all, Choso wasnât your âmaybeâ. Choso was your âoneâ.
Sweet to the core, I want some more.
Choso decided heâd make his move on you the night of the last Kappa party of the season, too many people for anyone to notice him running off with you, plus he knows youâd look so pretty in your party dress, hair all done up, heels making those legs of yours look so pretty. And you did! Except, you were crying. When Choso got to the party and spotted you, you were sniffling as you walked out the back door of the house. Now, he had to be strategic about this, so he exited out the front in time to catch you walking from the back. When heâd gotten outside, he saw you walking down the sidewalk, but it wasnât very well, your heel had broken and you were having to walk barefoot. He felt terrible seeing you like that. You looked so sad, so scared, just broken. Choso had to make things right.
âHey, you okay?â
I love you.
I can hear your words breaking down my coreâŚ
You looked up at him with those beautiful doe eyes of yours, bloodshot and watery from crying, but still, you looked stunning.
âOh, hey Choso. Honestly? No, Iâm like not okay at all.â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âWell, my ex died and everyoneâs making a super big deal about it. Like, people kept coming up to me asking questions and stuff like I was there when he died or something.â
âOh, um-â
âSorry, I know I sound like a twat right now, but he cheated on me like all the time! Itâs honestly a long shot to say we were even together, not be cocky or anything, but I think he dated me to make himself look better. Plus, he got me in hot water with my sisters, like heâs haunting me after death or whatever.â
âSounds like he wasnât really a good guyâŚâ
âYeah, pretty much. Anyway, now I have to walk back to my stupid dorm with no shoes because I fell over like a klutz and just embarrassed myself to the nines. I donât even wanna go back there, just makes me sad, ya know? I came out to this stupid party to get my mind off things and itâs like things are just bleh. It doesnât even feel like anyone likes me anymore. I wish someone just loved me for me, ya know?â
I think about you every day at least a hundred times or more.
Choso walked up and hugged you, bringing you into his embrace. It was a bold move for sure, especially with the knife sheathed on his waist, but he just hated seeing you cry like that. Soon, youâll feel how nice it is to have someone care about you so much. To have someone who wants to revolve their entire life around you.
âItâs okay. Know you donât know me very well, but Iâm here for you.â
âReally?â
âYeah, I donât wanna be too forward or anything, but you can come back to my dorm for a few, that is, if you donât wanna go back to yours.â
âThatâs so sweet, thanks!â
Fuck, this was perfect! He didnât even have to threaten to kill you! Choso offered to pick you up, which you happily agreed to, holding your heels in your hand as he carried you back to his dorm. On the way, you talked about a bunch of stuff you liked, mostly things he already knew about you, but there were a couple of new things that enticed him. Youâd stopped crying, that sweet smile back on your face as you found comfort in Chosoâs arms. Heâd gotten back to his dorm fairly fast, not wanting to waste much time to get things rolling. He figured heâd start with telling you about his love for you, really seeing if you-
âOMG, YOU HAVE THIS???â
You pointed at the movie poster on his wall, one of your favorite movie. Heâd studied it a lot, trying to figure out why you liked it so much. Heâd watched it over ten times by now, buying the poster as a touch when you finally came, which worked!
âYeah, itâs a pretty good-â
âPretty good? Itâs like the best movie ever!â
âWe can, uh, watch it if you want.â
âYes, Iâd love that!â
Choso was so lucky. Here you were, sitting with him on his bed as you watched the movie. Youâd stop every few minutes and point out something about it you knew a fun fact about or laugh at the parts youâd seen so many times. You were so damn cute. Youâd pretty much forgotten all of the stuff going on, able to just relax with him for once. Donât you see how nice this is? How special things can be?Â
âOh wow, itâs getting late. Shit, I still have to walk back.â
Just like that, the movie was over. You looked tired, not just physically but mentally too. You couldnât leave though, thatâs not how this was gonna go.
âAre you sure youâre good to walk?â
âWhatcha mean?â
âI mean, your heels are broken and itâs too dark outside to be out there by yourself. Something could happen to you.â
Fuck, Choso was a little too bold with that last part. He was probably coming on too strong, heâd need to fix-
âYouâre worried about little âol me?â
âSomething like thatâŚâ
YES. He was so fucking worried that sweat was about to drip from his face, red with anxiousness that the love of his life was about to leave him behind.
âWell, you could always walk with me. Or do you just wanna spend more time with me?â
You gave him a little smirk and wink, it went straight to his dick as he tried to think of a way to respond.
âI, um⌠yeah, I would.â
Your answer to his statement would be the deciding factor between you staying or him picking up that knife from his jacket on the chair. Fortunately for you, you smiled and put your things back down, sitting on the bed as you looked up at him.
âFine, but weâre gonna watch another movie. Your pick this time.â
You make me afraid, come closer, wait no, go awayâŚ
Ten minutes into this movie and he felt like he was gonna fucking explode. This time around, youâd gotten closer to him. Instead of sitting at the end of the bed, you laid beside him, not quite touching you, but he could definitely smell you, and fuck, you smelled so good. It was becoming painful to not touch you, but he couldnât risk fucking this up. You looked so nice like this, chest moving up and down as you laid comfortably, eyes low, obvious you were getting tired.Â
âHey, Choso?â
âWhatâs up?â
âThanks for, ya know, being nice to me. Iâm not anyoneâs favorite these daysâŚâ
You looked so sad, but Choso couldnât be happier. You were starting to recognize the only person who really cares about you is him!
âYeah, but youâre my favorite.â
âReally? But, you barely know me.â
Choso actually knew you very well. Probably better than you know yourself.
âYouâve just got that type of personality thatâs really easy to like, is all.â
You sat up now and looked Choso in the eyes, making him blush instantly.
âOh yeah? So, you like me?â
Choso started stuttering and sweating, flustered beyond reason as you gave him one of those smirks. At this point, he didnât even have to tell you. His body language was more than obvious.
âI was just kid-â
âYes, I mean-â
You both looked at each other in shock. Why the fuck would he say that? You were fucking joking. Choso was stupid to think you were serious, not like he really had any chance with a girl like you. But thatâs okay. He was gonna make one. Although, he didnât know whether to love or hate you right now, most likely both. You looked up at him optimistically, like you were waiting on his response, but also blushing a bit as he nearly popped a blood vessel in front of you. He couldnât even speak, choked up on his words as you brought your hand on top of the one he had leaning on the bed.
âTell me, do you?â
âI do, for a while now.â
âSo, why not ever talk to me?â
âBecause youâre pretty hard to talk to.â
âHowâs that?â
âYouâre usually, um-â
âA bitch? Yeah, I am. But these past few weeks have humbled me.â
Choso wanted to laugh a little. Of course, it was because of him and the precautions heâs put in place for you two to end up together. You didnât need to know that part though. You looked down, that same broken look youâd been putting off all night. Everything in him told him to stop, donât be too hasty and he could probably get back to the plan, but it hurt him to see what heâd caused. It definitely didnât help that you were crying again, bringing your knees to your chest as you fell into the realization of how messed up you felt. Choso pulled you into his arms, laying your face into his chest as he rubbed your back. You felt so warm, so soft, he didnât want to let you go. Ever.Â
âItâs not your fault. So, donât beat yourself up about it.â
âThanks, youâre right.â
It was hard to feel like the bad guy when you were smiling at him, finding comfort in his words. You two were dangerously close now, eye contact had him feeling like a deer in headlights, while you remained cool and collected, like usual. Thatâs one of the main things he loved about you, despite all of the crazy shit going on, you still try to appear fine, but that was far from the truth. Heâd be a shoulder for you to cry on, someone you could depend on and pour your feelings into. Give your heart to someone whoâs worthy of loving you back and spending their every breathing second devoted to keeping you happy.
Saccharine, what Iâd do to have you sitting here next to me.Â
Youâd kissed Choso softly, leaning in slowly enough to feel his breath hitch on his lips when he realized what you were doing. It was perfect. Your lips felt even softer than he thought they would, gentle and loving as you brought yourself closer, closing the distance between you. He had to get his head together, heâd practiced this part over and over again, and all he had to do was focus and execute it. First, cup your face with his hand. You smiled into his lips when he did this, allowing him to move to the second step, and bring his hand to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. You softened into his touch as he laid your back on the bed, opening your legs to let him on top of you. You were so sweet, moaning softly into the air as he began sucking the skin of your neck. Choso wanted to claim you, heâd finally gotten to kiss you and he needed everyone to know you were his. He sucked a little harder and felt ecstatic when you didnât stop him, instead groaning as bruises began to flower on your skin.
âChosoâŚâ
Shit, you moaned his name. It felt exhilarating, something heâs been waiting for for so long finally coming true. It lit a fire under his ass, coming up to kiss your lips once before he brought his lips back down to your collarbones, moving lower as his hand massaged your side. Once heâd reached the skin of your breasts, heâd stopped, looking up to you for the green light to keep going. Even though you didnât really have a choice in spending the rest of your life with him, consent was still pretty important to him, so when you gave him a nod, he took off. Choso brought his fingers to the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head as you brought your arms up to aid him. God, you were beautiful. Your tits were on full display to him now, nothing covering you but a lacy pink thong. He was gonna start hyperventilating, your tits lifted as you breathed, nipples calling out to him like they needed saving. He brought his lips down swiftly and wrapped his tongue around one of them, immediately putting the other between his fingers to pinch as the rest of his palm massaged your breast. You started whimpering for him now, touch-starved since your boyfriend died, but Choso hoped it was also because he was doing things better than anyone youâd been with before. He alternated his mouth, groping and sucking as much as he could, relishing in the feeling of your tits in his face for the first time. As much as he could stay there all day, he knew you needed more, so he kissed his way down your stomach, lips grazing your pantyline. Choso sucked the skin of your stomach as you bucked your hips against him, turned on as he took care of you.
âChoso, pleaseâŚâ
He looked up into your eyes as he brought his lips off your body, fingers hooking into the fabric of your thong as he pulled them off of you. Holy fuck. You were soaking wet, lips glistening with your juices as your hips shifted slightly to invite Choso in. Without hesitation, he brought his lips down to your pussy, beginning to devour you. You tasted amazing, drinking the nectar of a fruit long awaited and it almost made him regret not planning to kidnap you sooner. You smelled so fucking good too, your pussy engulfing all of his senses as he ate you like his last meal. Your fingers found their way into his hair, moaning his name into the air with every lick of your clit. Sideways, up and down, circles around your bud, anything he could to hear you moan for him, to make your pain go away. Heâd brought your legs over his shoulders and rested his hands under the arch of your back, angling your hips so he could eat you exactly how he wanted. Messy and slow, he took his time spreading your juices all over his face as you panted and pulled at the sheets. He was self-indulgent, tongue pumping in and out of you as he lived out his fantasies of eating your pussy.
âChosoâŚI-IâŚâ
Shit, you were close. Choso was about to make you cum! He doubled down immediately, bringing his arms over your thighs to keep you in place as you felt your orgasm approaching. Heâd picked up his pace too, tongue moving at a hungry pace as he anticipated your cum in his mouth. The hand you had in his hair gripped tighter, Choso taking it as a cue to bring his lips up and suck your clit, suction bringing your bud against his tongue. You came fast and hard, grinding your pussy against his face as you came for him, his name slipping off your lips over and over as you rode out your high.
Youâre sweet to the core.Â
You looked so pretty for him, chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. Choso slowly kissed his way back up your body, lips finding themselves on yours. This kiss was different from before, more intense and confident. At that point, youâd already started unbuckling his jeans, kissing him feverishly as you helped him take his clothes off. Hovering over you, he looked at you in awe. Legs on either side of his, big doe eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to fuck you.
âHoly shitâŚâ
Your hands found his hair, gripping and tugging at it as he slipped in at a slow pace. Choso took his time, exploring the walls he longed for the feeling of. Every stroke nearly sent him over, wet and warm, you were like heaven wrapped around his dick. You felt even better than heâd imagined, much better than his fist he fucked to the thought of you. Especially with how you were moaning for him, it was driving him crazy, all he could do was praise you.
âYouâre perfectâŚso fuckinâ perfectâŚâ
âI knowâŚâ
God, heâs never felt like this. You were sucking him in like you were made for him, holy shit, he was losing his mind. Touching him, feeling your warmth on his shaft as he fucked you faster. You were so beautiful, lips pursed as you breathed up and down, eyes fluttering as he fucked you.
âYou feel so good, babyâŚâ
âChosoâŚâ
His name was killing him. Heâd put in so much time to make sure he fucked you exactly the way you needed him, he had to make the first time perfect. A man that could care for you. Love you. Please you. Choso finally had you, and he was going to give you the fucking world.
I need to hate you before it's too lateâŚ
âSo fuckinâ pretty, babyâŚâ
Choso gripped your legs tight as he fucked into you fast, making you scream his name out into the room. You were doing this for him! Moaning for him! And you felt so fucking good wrapped around him, more than anyone ever before. There wasnât anyone before you and there wasnât anyone before him. Your world would revolve around him now like his revolved around you, every waking moment of being in love would be magical.Â
âChoso, I-â
âLet me have it, baby. Iâve waited so long for itâŚâ
He didnât care what he was saying anymore, too high on you and your pleasure that he couldnât think straight. If you were gonna cum for him, he needed it now, like his life depended on it. Something to signify the beginning of all of the pleasure heâd give you from this point forward.
âYou know how long Iâve wanted this, baby? Fuck, Iâm closeâŚâ
âThatâs it, baby, let go, let me make you feel goodâŚâ
âSo pretty, cumming on my dick like thisâŚâ
Choso was so fuckin obsessed with you. You came down like an angel, eyes fluttering as you murmured his name softly, body melting into the bed. He halted inside you as he came, losing his mind over the way your nails dug into his arms. You two lay there panting for a bit, Chosoâs arm bringing you into his chest. So beautiful like this. Heâd finally made it, you in his arms, right where you belonged.
Before I crave youâŚso please go away.Â
âSo, Iâm not going back to my dorm tonight, am I?â
No, of course, you werenât.
âDo you really want-â
âI donât want to.â
Choso was shocked to hear your words. You actually wanted to stay here with him, he didnât even have to scare you into doing it!Â
âDo you have a T-shirt or something? Itâs kinda cold in here.â
âUh, yeah, let me grab-â
âNo problem, Iâll get it!â
Stop it. FUCKING STOP. You were getting too comfortable, about to open Pandoraâs box with your hand on his closet door. Choso should stop you, whatever it would take. By the time heâd gotten to the knife, youâd opened the closet, pictures of you all over the walls. Choso lingered behind you now, knife behind his back as he waited for your reaction. You just had to be so fuckin nosy, youâd ruined everything.Â
âChosoâŚare these pictures of me?â
He gripped the knife tightly in his hand as he watched you look through them. He couldnât even speak, heartbreak and murderous intent flowing out of him. Every picture put another pin in his heart. Photos of you around campus, through your dorm window, in class, all open for you to see. You brought your hand up to one, pulling it down as you looked over it. The picture he took of you on Valentineâs Day. Youâd been sitting in class that day, sad because Megumi hadnât gotten you anything, which Choso figured he wouldnât. Thatâs why he had three dozen roses delivered to you on the lawn later that day, eyes brightening as you held them and read the card: âHappy Valentineâs Day, Princess. ~ your secret admirer.â You were so damn happy that day, so perfect. Now, you had to die.
âIt was you, huh? All this-â
âYes. It was always me.â
You pulled another one down, the one of you winning Miss Sophomore. Your face had the brightest smile, holding that crown on your head as you cried tears of joy. You smirked at it, cheeks blushing a bit.
âI look really good in this one, glad someone got a shot of it. So, you liked me this much?â
Youâd turned to look at him now, giving him a confused face. Probably because Choso was sweating buckets. His hand shook behind him as he looked at you nervously, analyzing everything about you, any sign that you were scared or wanted to leave.
âIâd call it more than that.â
âSo, why not-â
âBecause I wanted things to be perfect. I wanted to be perfect for you.â
You gave him a nervous nod and turned back to the closet, pulling down a photo of you in your room back at the Kappa house.
âHowâd you do it?â
âIâŚhuh?â
âHowâd you take this without getting caught?â
You looked back at him now, a serious look on your face that told him he better fuckinâ answer. What was he gonna do? There was no point in lying to you, everything was there for you to see.
âI learned you and the other girlâs schedules to make sure everyone was asleep.â
âSo, what else ya got? Pictures canât be the only thing.â
Choso pointed to the top shelf of the closet hesitantly. You brought down the bin carefully, sitting it down on his desk as you opened the lid.
âWhat the fuck, Choso? I was looking everywhere for this lipgloss!â
Youâd begun rummaging through the bin, picking up things in remembrance of when you lost them. A couple of hair ties, eyeliner, lipstick napkins. You acted as if there was nothing wrong with this, and it was making it really hard for Choso to read you. His hand alternated between wanting to drop the knife or use it, heart pulsing frantically as you tried on old jewelry of yours. Satisfied with your findings, you moved back to the closet, pulling down the other box on the shelf. The one with his gifts for you.
âWait! Youâre not supposed to see that yet!â
âWhat is it?â
âItâs something really special... just please, youâre gonna ruin everything!â
You shot him a concerned look and rolled your eyes, walking back over to the bed to take a seat.Â
âAnswer a couple of questions for me, âkay?â
âI-IâŚâ
âQuestion one, when did this start?â
â...Freshman year, rush weekâŚthe first time we metâŚâ
You looked at him surprised. That meant heâd been stalking in love with you for almost four years now and never acted on it.
Just confiscate you, my teeth are in painâŚ
âQuestion two, whatâs behind your back?â
âNothingâŚimportantâŚâ
Choso was shaking in fear, so much so, he dropped the fucking knife. You both watched it fall to the floor behind him, your mouth agape in shock as he frantically bent over to pick it up. He couldnât tell what was more awkward, him dropping it on the floor or him picking it up and sitting it on his desk like nothing happened.
âWHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU GONNA DO WITH THAT?â
âDAMAGE CONTROL.â
âFOR WHAT?â
âFOR WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!â
âYOU WERE GONNA STAB ME?â
âNO, I WAS JUST GONNA MAKE SURE YOU DIDNâT LEAVE!â
âARE YOU FUCKINâ CRAZY?â
âIâM NOT CRAZY, IâM IN LOVE!â
You scoffed and chuckled, stunned at his statement. Choso was bright red, on the verge of a panic attack. So many thoughts, so many mistakes, you knew almost everything now. All of the things he wanted to do for you, show you, give you, it all meant nothing now. Still, you sat there completely calm, aside from the fact the guy who just fucked your brains out was possibly about to kill you.
âQuestion three, this is an important one. Did you kill Megumi?â
âIt was ruled a death from natural causes.â
âYeah, tell that shit to someone else, did you kill him?â
Choso didnât really care to hide things now, too far gone. Especially not how he got rid of that asshole you called a boyfriend.
âYes, I did; and I donât regret it.â
âHowâd you do it?â
âI poisoned him with Ricin.â
âRICIN? HOW THE FU-â
âI put it inside of a box I told him was supposed to be for you.â
âWhy?â
âBecause he was a terrible boyfriend to you and you didnât deserve to be with a guy who couldnât even remember your birthday. Not to mention, he wouldâve never died if he didnât open what was meant for you, nosy fucker.â
âSo, you were jealous? Most people would just beat the guyâs ass, you definitely knocked it out the park with that one.â
âYes, he didnât deserve to have you! He took you for granted when there was somebody much more fit to make you happy!â
âAnd thatâs you?â
âYes, justâŚpleaseâŚdonât leave. Not before I make things perfect for you!â
You sat back on your hands, thinking a bit and bouncing your leg. Choso had said too much. Not only did he admit to killing Megumi, but now if you really did hate him, you could get him arrested too. Which meant you two would have to live apart. That was no longer an option.
âEven If I wanted to leave, I donât think youâd actually give me the choice. Plus, itâs kindaâŚsweet?â
âSweet?...â
âYeah, never had someone like me this much, let alone kill my boyfriend to get closer to me.â
âSo, youâre not mad?â
âNo, not really. Well, maybe for planning to stab me. Not like I can make you untake the pics, but Iâll need some of my stuff back. Iâm more impressed than anything. Iâm not even gonna ask how you got the Ricin or half of this stuff.â
Choso didnât know how to feel, or how to react. Why were you so calm about this? Why werenât you scared? Why were you still here willingly? He couldnât move at all, locked in place in fear as he watched you get into the bed and turn on another movie.
âYou gonna come lay with me or just stand there?â
âI justâŚI-â
You sat straight up now, looking him dead in the eyes as his body quivered in reaction.
âWhatâs your deal, huh? Didnât you kill a guy to be with me?â
âYes, technically, I-â
âSo, be with me, Choso! Unless youâre just like a murderer or whatever, thatâs kinda fucked up.â
I'm gonna break you before I can sayâŚ
Choso was lost for fuckinâ words. You were laying on his chest now, holy shit, he was losing his mind. Touching him, feeling your warmth as you finally relaxed. Everything he had done to get you with him had paid off. You were so perfect, lips pursed while you breathed up and snuggled your face into him. Just his sweet, sweet girl.
âSo, the whole, um, thingâŚâ
âWhat, you being fucking insane?â
âIâm not insane, just very dedicated to the woman I love!â
âWell, the way I see it, all my other boyfriends couldnât stop looking at other girls, but you? Youâre perfect, youâre already obsessed with me! Just donât kill anyone else, âkay?âÂ
âIâll try.â
I love you.
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spencer agnew!
him and his partner are long distance and he surpises them and shows up
Birthday Wishes || Spencer Agnew x reader
â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë masterlist ⢠smosh masterlist  âË・âŕ¨ŕ§â
summary: you and spencer have been long distance for some time now, and he decides he wants to do something special and surprise you for your birthday
word count: 3.2k
warnings: mild language
a/n: ahh iâm so sorry this took me so long to get to but i hope you enjoy it!! i love writing for spencer sm đ𫶠also itâs still the 19th where i live so happy bday courtney!! đ
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   âDo you think green is my color?â
   âHello to you too, Spencer,â you spoke into the phone you balanced on your shoulder as you tied your hair up in a towel.Â
   âHey, small talk can wait. This is a fashion emergency,â Spencerâs voice filled your ear as you wrapped another towel around your body, fiddling with the edges to keep it in place.
   âAlright,â you said, âThatâs enough Project Runway for you.â
   âItâs a good show!âÂ
   You giggled, shifting Spencer to your other ear.
   âSo,â he continued, âWhat are you doing right now?â
   âRight now? Well, I just took a shower and now Iâm talking to you,â you told him.
   âI donât want to be one of those guys, but, damn without me?â
   âIâm hanging up,â you giggled. âAnd like youâd fly hundreds of miles just to shower with me.â
   âYouâd be surprised,â his voice took on a teasing tone, âI do have those frequent flier miles just waiting to be used.â
   You and Spencer had been long distance for about two months now. Youâd agreed to stay together even though you were going to be moving across the country.Â
   Youâd met your boyfriend at work about nine months ago. Youâd both been working at Smosh when you began dating and it all took off from there.
   First dates, anniversaries, you getting a job opportunity in New York, and now this. Talking to Spencer on the phone no less than three times a day.
   It had killed you to leave him. But youâd agreed that this was the best option for both of you. Spencer was almost more invested in your career than you were and you really appreciated him for being so willing to make things work for you.Â
   Now, you set your phone down on the counter and pressed speaker phone as you  began to moisturize.
   âDonât you have something better to use those on than one shower?â
   âHey, donât think this is all about you,â Spencer said. âYour shower has jets. Who wouldnât fly across the county to use that thing.â
   You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully even though Spencer couldnât actually see you.
   âPlus,â he continued, his voice becoming more serious, âIâd get to kiss you.â
   And there it was. The one thing you couldnât do while you and Spencer were miles and miles apart.
   No more forehead kisses after a long day at work. No more long embraces that smelled like him. No touching at all.
   God, you missed him so much. There was only so much that technology could do. Â
   You sank down on to the counter, letting your elbows prop you up.Â
   â(Y/n), you still there? Youâre not watching Runway without me, are you?â
   You attempted a weak chuckle. âI wouldnât dream of it.â
   As if sensing your sudden deflation Spencer asked you, âHey, are you ok?â
   âIâm fine, Spence,â you said, tracing the pattern of the countertop with your fingertip as you talked, âI just miss you.â
   âI know,â he sighed, âI miss you too. Really freaking bad.â
   There was silence between you before Spencer said, âBut hey, your birthday is coming up soon. Any plans?â
   âNot yet.â You shrugged off his abrupt subject change.Â
   You hadnât really wanted to do anything for your birthday, not without Spencer. You had tried to squander your roommates attempts at throwing you a party multiple times.
   You appreciated her efforts, but you kind of just felt like a quiet evening eating cake in your bathrobe.
   â(Y/n), itâs not every day you turn 68,â Spencer teased, âYou gotta celebrate these.â
   âVery funny,â you deadpanned. âAnd youâre one to talk! On your last birthday you just came to work in your pajamas and made everyone obey that âMountain Dew meâ button.â
   âAnd that was a party! Some people got seriously hammered.â
   âSure,â you agreed, âIf by people, you mean you. And by hammered, you mean sugar crashed.â
   âOk, I donât get shower pics and youâre gonna start correcting me? Iâm so out.â
   âWait,â you stopped him, âswitch to FaceTime.â
   You waited for the image of him to show up on your screen, pulling on the towel wrapped around your drying hair. Spencerâs face appeared suddenly and your heart leapt as you took him in.
   He was laying in bed and had his head propped up on one arm, the other holding his phone in his hand as he smiled up at you.
   His hair was tousled and he had his glasses on and he looked so damn sexy that you almost forgot what you were intending to do.
   âOk, if you want shower pics so badlyâŚâ You flipped your camera and began pretending to take rapid photos of the shower curtain behind you.
   âYou are so stupid,â Spencer laughed, rubbing his hand over his face before laying it behind his head again.
   âAnd youâre gorgeous,â you said, flipping the camera back to front-facing.
   âAnd you are working that towel.â
   You rolled your eyes, walking out of the bathroom and carrying Spencer with you.Â
   You plopped down on your bed, just opening your mouth to speak when you heard someone yell your name from the other side of the apartment.
   â(Y/n)! Iâm home! And these groceries arenât going to put away themselves!â Your roommate called.
   âThatâs Layla,â you huffed, âI better go before she rearranges the whole fridge.â
   âIâm going to pretend Iâm not hurt,â Spencer clutched his chest in mock injury.Â
   âIâll call you later tonight, I promise,â you blew him a kiss and stood up from your bed. âI was just about to get dressed anyway.âÂ
   And by dressed, you meant your pajamas.Â
   âDang, I canât believe I have to miss that,â he said. ââSure you canât just put me on the night stand?â
   âPervert!â You stuck your tongue out at him.
   âWoah,â Spencer held his arm up, âI just wanted to see your choice of clothing. You always know how to perfectly match patterns and textures with the undertones of ââ
   âNo more fashion speak!â You giggled, âGoodbye, Spencer.â
   âBye, baby,â Spencer said softly, and the regret in his tone made it hard to hang up. âLove you.â
   âLove you more,â you whispered before ending the call. You slumped down onto your bed, letting out a sigh.Â
   âThank god!â
   You whipped around to see your roommate, Layla, standing in the doorway.
   âI thought I was gonna have to end that.â
   You shook your head at her as she came to sit down next to you on the bed.Â
   âYou still need help?â You asked her.
   âNah,â she waved it away, âYou lovebirds took too long. If you werenât so cute together, itâd be hella annoying.â
   You smiled. You loved your roommate, brutal honesty and all.
   âBut now that weâre here, can we talk about your birthday?âÂ
   You opened your mouth to protest and she interrupted you.
   âI know youâre going to say you donât want to do anything but please just consider it. Your birthdayâs in less than two weeks and you still havenât let me plan a party.â
   âI donât know, Lay,â you said, for the hundredth time, âIâm just not in a party mood.â
   â(Y/n), you canât spend the rest of your life missing Spencer and talking to Spencer and thinking about Spencer. I get that you love him but maybe a little party would take your mind off things. And your boyfriend would want you to have a good time. What do you say?â
   Your best friend had a point. You had been pretty preoccupied with Spencer when you werenât working or sleeping.
   And maybe she was right, maybe a little celebration was what you needed. Spencer had wanted you to do something for your special day.
   Besides, your friend was trying to do something nice for you. And the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like it could be an enjoyable experience.
   âAlright,â you told her, âPlan away.â
   âThatâs the spirit!â Layla beamed at you, grabbing your hand before bouncing out of the room, probably to go buy party supplies.
   You laid back on the bed, smiling at the ceiling. You were actually excited for the party.Â
   Your phone buzzed suddenly, and you reached across the comforter to grab it.
You had two texts from Spencer.
[Spencer] : wait i was actually serious about the green thing though!!Â
[Spencer] : iâm doing a merch shoot tomorrow and i need to know đÂ
   You grinned at the screen, remembering the first part of your phone conversation.
[(Y/n)] : any color is your color babeÂ
[(Y/n)] : but actually go with yellowÂ
   You waited for his reply to come, smiling when you read his messages.
[Spencer] : what would i do without you?Â
[Spencer] : k, i better go. i gotta hit the shower myself (jet-less)
[Spencer] : stay tuned for pics đÂ
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   Four days. It had been exactly four days since Spencer had stopped answering your calls.
   He only responded to your messages with short, generic texts and whenever you asked if he could call he had somewhere he needed to be or something he needed to do.
   You tried to be rationalâmaybe he really had gotten pretty busy at work latelyâbut you couldnât stop yourself from worrying.
   You looked at your reflection in the mirror, surveying your party outfit and running a hand through your hair, as you though not-so-party-like thoughts.
   Today was your birthday and Spencer hadnât called or even sent you a text. You tried not to let it get to you and instead look forward to the party that was probably already starting in the living room.Â
   You took a deep breath and went to open your bedroom door, but it flew open before you reached the doorknob.
   âThere you are!â Layla greeted you with a smile, âCâmon, letâs get this party started!â
   âHey,â you put on a smile, trying to not think about Spencer. âI was just getting dressed.â
   âWell, you look hot so letâs go,â she grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall.
   You were greeted by a decorated room with streamers and balloons and presents and partygoers milling about, talking and laughing.
   You knew about half of the people that Layla had invited and you gave her credit for thatâyou didnât know that many people in New York yet. Most of your friends were back in LA.
   You got a sharp pain in your chest as you thought about your loved ones back homeâespecially Spencer.
   âI present, the birthday bitch!â Layla announced with a dramatic flourish.Â
   You couldnât help grinning at her as all of the guests turned to look at you and began clapping.Â
   âThank you all so much for coming,â you addressed the room.Â
   âAnd thank you,â you turned to your roommate, âfor planning all of this.â
   âIt was nothing,â she said, ânow go enjoy your party!â
   And thatâs what you tried to do. You spent the whole evening mingling with people and being wished happy birthday and sampling the hors dâoeuvres.
   You were enjoying yourselfâas much as you could, at least.Â
   You sat down on a bright yellow chair in the corner that Layla had bought a few weeks agoâpersonally it wasnât your taste, but she loved it.
   Kind of like large parties and giant social gatherings that required you to have nonstop conversations with people you hardly knew.
   You pulled your legs up into the chair, sitting criss-cross and hoping no one would notice you taking a quick break from the festivities.Â
   âTold you youâd like this chair eventually.â
   You looked up to see Layla standing to your right.Â
   âI guess itâs growing on me,â you said.
   She sat on the arm of the chair, pulling your head to rest in her shoulder.
   âYou can say your miserable, (Y/n)â she said, âI wonât be offended.â
   âNo,â you shook your head on her shoulder, âIâm not miserable, I promise. Iâm justâŚtired.â
   âSpencer still hasnât called I take it.â
   âNope,â you blew out a breath, âIâve given up.â
   âI donât know,â she said, standing up. âHe might surprise you. You never know what the night may hold.â
   âWhy the narrator voice?â Your mouth quirked up on one side.Â
   She shrugged, âItâs fun and i never get to use it.â
   âNow come on,â your friend began dragging your chair out of the corner and towards the center of the room, âTime to for cake!â
   You shrieked as she pulled you through people before abandoning the chair and going to grab a large cake sitting on the counter.
   Once candles had been lit and people had been gathered, Layla handed you your cake.
   âAlright, make a wish!â she yelled.
   That was easy. You knew what you wanted more than anything else. You didnât even have to think about what you would wish for when you blew the flames out.
   Everyone began to sing me happy birthday and you let Layla snap picture after picture.
   You knew wishes were stupid and almost never meant anything, but you couldnât help imagining what it would be like if your wish did come true.
   You squeezed your eyes shut and blew out your candles, only thinking of one thing.
   I wish Spencer was here.Â
   All the guests erupted into applause and you smiled, hoping your longing didnât show on your face.
   But god you wished Spencer was here.
   Everyone finished clapping. The room fell silent for a moment, beforeâ
   âI hope you didnât waste that on me.â
   You froze. The voice came from behind you. You almost thought you imagined it, until you turned around.
   Because there he was.Â
   You blinked, trying to make sure he wasnât a figment of your imagination. But this was real.
   Spencer was standing in your living room, his hands in his pockets, looking at you how you imagined you were looking at him.Â
   âNow that,â he pointed at your chair, smiling, âis my color.â
   And that was all he got out before you were rushing towards him and into his arms.
   Spencer wrapped his arms around you, laughing, lifting you from the ground and spinning you in a circle before setting you back down.Â
   The room burst into applause for the second time that night. You almost didnât notice over the rush in your ears as Spencer embraced you.Â
   He pulled back just enough so that he could cup your face in his hands. âGod, I forgot how beautiful you are in person.â
   You had so many questions bouncing around in your mind, your thoughts racing.Â
   You settled on the one that encompassed all of them, âHow?â
   âWell, yâknow, thereâs some distortion with iPhone cameras so you canât expectââ
   You interrupted him, âThatâs not what I meant.â
   âOh, you mean the whole me being in your living room thing?â He shrugged, pulling his hands away from you and back into his pockets, âI kinda flew here.â
   Spencer had flownâall the way from Los Angelesâto surprise you. Youâd had no idea he was even planning this.
   As if reading your thoughts, Spencer said, âI wanted to tell you so bad, but I also wanted to surprise you for your birthday so I sorta ghosted you.â
   He rubbed the back of his neck. âI mean, câmon, you know I wouldâve spilled those beans.â
   And that explained the not calling or texting you. You couldnât even feel relieved that he wasnât mad or breaking up with you because you were so floored and excited that he was here.
   He had done this for you.Â
   âWow, I donât know what to say Spencer,â you started, wrapping your arms around him again. âAs far as gifts go, Iâd say you win by a long shot.â
   âHey, I helped!â Layla shouted, putting her hands in her hips, her grin almost as wide as yours.Â
   âCouldnât have done it without you!â Spencer shouted back before leaning back to kiss you on the forehead, whispering âShe let me into the building.â
   You put your head on Spencerâs shoulder, letting him hold you. You tried to memorize everything about the way that he felt in your arms. You didnât want this to ever end.
   âSo,â Spencer said, his voice rough, âHow about that kiss now?â
   âI guess since you came all this wayâŚâ you trailed off.
   âGood,â Spencer whispered, âBecause Iâve been waiting to do this since I booked the flight. Turns out I did find a good use for those miles.â
   And then his lips where on yours and you forgot how to breathe.
   In all the times you had imagined finally kissing Spencer again, nothing was as good as this. This was passionate and starved and full of all of the words you hadnât said.
   This was different than all of the kisses youâd shared before youâd been separated, you thought.
   And then Spencer mumbled your name against your lips and you were incapable of thinking at all.
   You werenât sure how long you stayed like this until Laylaâs voice interrupted you.Â
   âHey, Iâm just as happy as anyone that youâre reunited,â she said, âbut please, get a room!â
   You and Spencer pulled apart, grinning like idiots. The whole room chuckled.
   Spencer pulled you to the side as Layla began rounding people up and gathering decorations.
   You caught your best friends eye and mouthed âthank you.â
   She just smiled and shooed your attention back towards Spencer, pulling down a streamer.
   You turned to your boyfriend.Â
   âWell,â he said, âBefore we get that room, want to give me a tour of the place?â
   âYouâve seen most of my apartment on FaceTime,â you told him. âWhatâs there to see?â
   âSome things canât be captured over the phone,â he said, his voice becoming more serious. âSome things need to be experienced in person.â
   âSpencer, if youâre talking about the showerââ You teased, nudging his shoulder.
   But you caught his meaning entirely. And you agreed wholeheartedly.
   âHey that shower is a piece of art! And how little you think of me,â Spencer smiled, continuing, âI was going to wait until you showed me the bathroom before I made that joke.â
   âSpencer?â You got out, through your laughter as you led him down the hall.
   âYeah?âÂ
   âI love you so much.â
   âWell, I should hope so,â he shot back, âOtherwise, I spent five hours on a planeâwhich didnât serve Mountain Dew, by the wayâgetting kicked in the back for nothing.âÂ
   You shook your head at him lovingly.
   âAnd yeah,â he finished, âI love you too. More than Mountain Dew and Project Runway.â
   You kissed him on the cheek, continuing to pull him down the hallway.
   âI meant to ask,â Spencer broke the silence, âWhat did you wish for?â
   âYou,â you said, pausing. âI wished for you. All I want is you.â
   âI donât want to say ditto, but I couldnât agree more,â Spencer teased. âAll Iâve ever wanted is youâŚ.and maybe one shower.â
   âSpencer!â
   âSix jets! There are six jets in there, (Y/n)! Why does nobody get this?â Â
   You just giggled and ran down the hall, leaving him chasing after you. You couldnât stop smiling. This was the best birthday you could have ever wished for.Â
   You rounded the corner, Spencer still calling after you, just a few feet behind you. Right behind you. Here. Yours.
   âSix jets and a heated seat!â
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Hey! So I thought of this idea for Gavi, where yall have been dating for a while but he doesn't know exactly what date your birthday is and he ends up forgetting,but the reader doesn't mind because she's had bad experience with birthdays
This req has almost over a year, I'm truly sorry for the waitđ but life's been pretty busy right now and I haven't had the time to sit down and write somethingđđ also, not proofereadđđ
Calendar -P.G6
Summary: Your boyfriend doesn't know your birthday and you don't mind that, either.
"Amor"
"Mhm?" You grunt eyes not leaving your book
"Can I ask you something?" You hum letting him know you were paying him attention "You won't get mad?"
"It depends" You simply answer "Probably not. What's up?"
"When's your birthday?"
Right there, you froze. You let the book on your lap and looked at your boyfriend.
You and Pablo have almost a year and half dating, he was the sweetest, most caring, responsable, respectful guy you've ever known. He knew and remembered every single detail of you and of your relationship, so it took you by surprise to hear that he didn't know your birthday.
However, you didn't felt any kind of dissapointment or anger, your birthday was just another day and after your 6 birthday, you stopped celebrating it because of a bad experience, so you were just confused.
"You don't know when my birthday is?" He slowly shook his head
"I... don't" He said, you could see the nerves on his face, he was waiting for you to get mad.
"It's ________" You reply looking at him, you smiled softly "Better now?"
He repeated your birthday date under his breath only to gasp.
"That was two weeks ago!" You nod "ÂĄJoder! ÂżComo puedo ser tan mal novio?" (How can I be such a bad boyfriend?) "Venga, let's get dressed to have some dinner. I need to buy you a gift, two in fact, one for the lateness and the other for your birthday. We also need to set tomorrow a small party with our friends and family. I need to buy a cake for you as well-"
"Nononono. What are you talking about? No need"
"What do you mean there's no need? Of course it's needed! It's your birthday, we don't turn 20 every single year, we need to celebrate it"
"Pablo, I don't celebrate my birthdays" You state grabbing his hands and trying to calm him down
"ÂżCĂłmo que no celebras tus cumpleaĂąos?" (How's that you don't celebrate your birthdays?)
"I just don't. Ever since I turned 6"
"But why is that?"
"I had a bad experience at my birthday party" You shrug shaking your head
"Puta madre" He cursed making you smile "I didn't know that"
"That's weird. I thought you asked my mom everything of me" You joke with a smile on as he grips your thigh
"I asked you some things too" You laugh
"I almost got lost in my birthday party. It was in the park but I walked and walked far away from the party, my mom and dad were attending the invited so my aunt was the one who had to look out for me and she did until her attention drifted to a kid who had fell from the swing"
"I spent around 5 hours lost in the park, it started raining and it got dark quickly, I was crying and shaking from the cold. My parents found me and I could only grip myself to them so bad. I didn't wanted to spend the rest of my birthday there, I didn't even wanted to eat the cake nor open the presents, nothing. And that day I couldn't be separated from my mom, I glued myself to her"
"It sounds pretty stupid but I was so afraid of them not being able to find me and stuff. So I just kinda stopped celebrating my birthday because it reminds me of that not-so-good time"
"It's not stupid, amor. And I'm sorry"
"Why are you sorry for?"
"I didn't know about that and also I made you remember it"
"It's ok, baby. You didn't know but now you do"
"Can I just give you a small gif and an ordinary cake then?" You smile
"I'll make a small exception for you and only this time" You kissed his lips standing up "Where are we going for dinner?"
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I want to wear her initials
(Bada Lee x Singer!Fem! Reader)
Warning: slight NSFW
(I was supposed to post this yesterday but was not able to ಼_಼)
Today is Bada's birthday and both of you are away from each other. You are in London because your band got the opportunity to perform there while Bada is in Korea maintaining her dance career. You know to yourself that you cannot miss Bada's birthday. You decided to surprise her, without her and her dance crew knowing.
"Hey Y/n, where are you?!" Howl said through the phone.
"I'm here! Wait a second." You pull your luggage with you and go outside the gate. You see Howl waving at you, you approached him and fist bumped each other.
"Bada will be extremely surprised. When I say 'extremely' both of you will kiss for a long time." I just looked at him with a disgusted expression and shook my head.
"Let's just go." I said and went inside the car.
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"So..." I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.
"What's your gift for Bada?" I tried to not blush so much but Howl quickly noticed it, laughing at me.
"It's a necklace with my initials in it. I'm also the same kind of necklace but with her initials." I showed him the necklace hiding under my turtle neck.
"I see... I see, but I thought you don't like wearing necklaces?" Howl asked.
"I can't make someone an exception?" I said and both of us laughed.
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I assembled the candles and the desserts, including the cake. Howl just updated me that Bada is on her way to our apartment so I'm in a hurry. I tried not to make too many foods since she already had a birthday celebration earlier.
I heard the door opened, Bada already arrived. I went to our room to hide. I heard Bada let out a surprise gasp and also Howl's voice?
"Did you do this? Thank you!" Bada said. Bada face timed Howl, I heard Howl chuckled at her statement. I guess that's my cue to come out. I sneak behind her slowly.
"The one who truly did it is the one that deserves the 'thank you'." I backhug her and when she turned around, she covered her mouth with her other hand while backing up. Me and Howl laughed at her reaction.
"I'll talk to you later- YOU'RE HERE!" Bada hugged me tightly with her hand on my waist and the other caressing my hair.
"What kind of girlfriend am I if I missed your birthday?" I said and pecked her lips.
"Come, let's eat." I said and pulled her to the table. Lots of caressing, feeding each other, and kisses happened. A proof that we badly miss each other.
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"I still can't believe you're here..." Bada said while caressing my shoulders. We're now cuddling, me in her lap and her head buried on my neck.
"Believe it or not, I'm here for you." I kissed her forehead and she nuzzled on my neck. It's time to give my gift.
"Close your eyes, I have a gift for you." She then closed her eyes with a little smile plastered on her lips. I pulled out the necklace from the box and put it on her neck. She opened her eyes and touched the necklace.
"Your initial huh? Is that an indication that I'm yours?" I rolled my eyes.
"It's because you know me inside out and still choose to stay...and vice versa." I said and showed her the necklace on my neck. She smiled and cupped my cheeks.
"I love you...so much."
"I love you more." We leaned and our lips touched each other. She caressed my waist and I caressed her silky hair. She began to kiss my neck making me shot my head back.
"B-Bada" I said breathlessly.
"Shhh" she hushed me and began sucking my skin. She's creating a hickey!
"Now, you have a necklace and that." She said indicating the hickey. I slapped her shoulders and covered my face with my hands.
"Don't hide." She said and removed my hands. We stare at each other for a moment until I remembered something."
"Oh yeah...I forgot something..." Bada tilted her head in confusion.
"Happy birthday..." I leaned and whispered at her lips. Bada smiled and pulled my head for a kiss again.
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