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from the Disneyâs House of Mouse episode âBig Bad Wolf Daddyâ
#big bad wolf daddy#house of mouse#nope. never getting over himđ„°#angy wolfie#I have a thing for aggressively egotistical cartoon men (in zoot suits especiallyđ„Č)#my gifs#2000s disney#2000s animation#big bad wolf#disney wolf#disney animated series#furry animation#daisy duck
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can i request kuroo x reader? they get ready for bed together in the bathroom and then have a little make out session in bed. nothing smutty just some kisses maybe a few hickies if you want đ„°đ„°đ„°
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kuroo x reader
synopsis: you and kuroo take in the domestic feel of getting ready for bed together
w/c: 651
authors note: thank you for the request!
âugh, i hate that you take longer in the bathroom than i do. youâre such a girlâ you groaned leaning on the door.
âwell you could always come inside. couples usually do thatâ
âyeah but youâre peeing. i donât wanna watch you peeâ
âyou know, some girls would pay to watch me peeâ he flushed the toilet moving over to wash his hands âyouâre telling me you get this whole show for free and you donât even want a peek?â
you opened the door face scrunched up in disgust âi will look down there any other time. but if weâre in a bathroom iâm notâ making your way over you grabbed your toothbrush hands brushing as he grabbed his.
âyouâve already broken that. remember that one time on our honeymoon. they had this rain shower that hit just-â
âokay! yes! thank you i remember that. i remember it very well..â he grabbed the toothpaste putting it not only on his toothbrush, but yours as well. this was when he finally noticed your choice of pajamas.
âthe hell are you wearing?â
you were dressed in a dark blue hoodie, an all too familiar one to him. on the back it had hinataâs name and jersey number on it.
â.. a hoodie?â
âyeah but itâs not the right teams hoodieâ
you rolled your eyes with a smile âtetsu you work for the volleyball association. arenât you supposed to be rooting for all teams?â
ânope! i work for the japan volleyball association. thatâs brazil. plus i donât like having another guys name on youâ
âitâs your hoodie!â
he mocked your words before placing the toothbrush in his mouth. you scoffed giving him a light shove.
âdonât be like that!â
âjush brush your teefâ he jumbled out his words through the foam. you started to brush your teeth contently beside him. it didnât take long before his hand was lazily resting on your waist.
it felt nice. the two of you doing these types of things together. being honest, kuroo never knew if he wanted a life like this. stuck in some routine with a person when he could be out partying in some VIP lounge with his friends. though now that he was actually here with you, the person he loved more than anything, he wouldn't trade it for the world.
the two of you finished up in the bathroom moving into the bedroom. you immediately got under the covers while kuroo shed his shirt throwing it to the floor.
"damn you couldn't even wait for me?" he mumbled climbing right on top of you.
"nope, bed was too comfy to ignore"
"i'm comfy too y'know"
"says the guy laying on me instead of the other way around"
you raised an eyebrow at him making him roll his eyes "shut up" you giggled at his sass. he moved his head up so he was face to face with you "i love you"
"i love you more"
he leaned into your smiling face, catching it in a kiss. it started off slow but he quickly got impatient. you could feel the coolness of his hands running up your sweatshirt. he moved his mouth from yours to your neck.
everything was going smoothly, just tiny kisses being peppered across your neck until-
"tetsu!" you yelped pulling him away "did you just bite me?"
kuroo scoffed trying to fight your grasp "no!.. i nipped you" he took his thumb rubbing the slightly red spot "sorry about that, but at least that one kid from your job will stop hitting on you now"
your body relaxed again feeling him rubbing the spot "he's not a kid, he's just an intern with a lot of questions"
"yeah, a lot of personal questions"
"oh my gosh i forgot to tell you. he asked what i was doing tomorrow and-"
"that's it i'm biting you again"
"but you didn't let me finish!?"
#anime#honeipie#x reader#drabble#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#kuroo testuro#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#haikyuu kuroo#kuroo x you#kuroo fluff#writing#haikyuu#haikyu fluff#haikyƫ!!
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Him or Me?
LADS Men getting jealous over your latest hyper fixation. [Requested by: Anon]
Zayne
Who: Keigo Takami (Hawks) - My Hero Academia & Sanemi Shinazugawa - Demon Slayer
Zayne: You received another package today?
MC: Ahh my figurines!
You tear the box open in excitement while Zayne watches.
Zayne: You have quite a few figures of that red winged character
MC: He's my favorite
Zayne: He's your ... favorite?
MC: My favorite character from my hero academia yes
Zayne: and who is the bug eye'd one?
MC: Don't call him bug eyed
Zayne: Defending him now?
MC: His name is Sanemi he has a bit of a temper but he's really a sweetheart
Zayne: and he's also from your hero show?
MC: No he's from demon slayer
Zayne: Oh
MC: These two are definitely my top 5
Zayne: So there's a list
MC: A mental list
Zayne: Who is on this mental list
MC: Well number one is my red ear'd jealous boyfriend who's trying to hide the fact that he's jealous of these 2D characters
Zayne: I'm not jealous
You stand grabbing your figurines boxes as you move around him heading towards your room to build them.
MC: Sure *Kisses his cheek* jealousy is cute on you but don't worry no one can take me from you
Rafayel
Who: Trafalgar D. Law - One Piece & Itsuomi - A Sign of Affection
MC: Raf have you seen my sketch book?
Rafayel: *Avoiding eye contact* Nope
MC: Did you do something with it?
Rafayel: Nope
MC: Found it. Why was it under the couch?
Rafayel: You're a silly girl with a bad memory
MC: RAF!
Rafayel: What!?
MC: I'm missing like four pages in here!
Rafayel: Have you tried not missing them?
MC: Very funny ... coincidentally its only the sketches of Law & Itsuomi
Rafayel: Why do you need to draw that taffy guy and umami dude? Draw meeeee I'm your boyfriend
MC: I've already drawn you before
Rafayel: I only had one page in your book they each had two that's not fair *pouts*
MC: You're such a baby if I give you a second page can you stop ripping up my hardwork?
Rafayel: Make it four pages and you have a deal
Xavier
Who: Kento Nanami - Jujutsu Kaisen & Vash - Trigun
MC: Xav?
Xavier: yes my love
MC: Would you like to explain what happened to my Nanami plushie?
Xavier: I don't know what you're talking about
MC: He has mysteriously gone missing
Xavier: Are you sure you searched everywhere? You did work sixteen hours yesterday It's common to misplace items when you're tired
MC: I don't know I never move him from the shelf .... have you seen him?
Xavier: I haven't sorry
MC: Interesting ... my phone case with Vash is also missing
Xavier: You seem quite smitten with those two lately do you like them more than me?
MC: Xavier they're 2D animations they'll never be better than you
Xavier: Promise?
MC: I put it on my pinky
Xavier: đ„°
MC: Can I have my phone case and plushie now?
Xavier: Absolutely not
Sylus
Who: Sung Jinwoo - Solo Leveling & Shinichiro Sano - Tokyo Revengers
Sylus: What's so great about that show that you need to go to four different stores to get the entire book collection?
MC: I tried to get you to watch Solo Leveling with me
Sylus: I'm a busy man princess
MC: I think you'd really like it Jinwoo looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll but could still kill you
Sylus: Are you implying that me and this 2D man are similar?
MC: Hell no you look like you can kill and could kill ... you're only a cinnamon roll for me
Sylus: How perceptive ... and what book is that
MC: It's a manga get it right ... its Tokyo Revengers I'm still waiting on the next season but I need to know what happens because I need to see Shinichiro
Sylus: Who is Shin and why do you need to see him eat a cheerio?
MC: Not Shin eat a cheerio ... Shinichiro Sano aka the weak king
Sylus: How can you be a king and be weak?
MC: Those around you are strong
Sylus: Sounds like a kingdom waiting to fall ... are you almost done?
MC: What's with the curt tone?
Sylus: No reason we just have dinner reservations soon princess
MC: That's in five hours
Sylus: *Grabs the stack of books from MCs hands* My how time flies lets go
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads sylus#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#nikaaaaimagine
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someone who lets you break them twice - hockey!ex!rafe - part two
warnings: angst đ„°
You shouldnât be here.
Itâs stupid. Dangerous, even.
Thatâs all you can think as you stand at the bar, fingers tapping nervously against your glass. Itâs packed, the typical crowd buzzing after another one of the games. Itâs the usual fans, players, and people whoâve never touched a hockey stick in their life but still come to bask in the afterglow of a win.Â
Youâd sworn after the last time â after that night â you wouldnât let yourself get sucked back into this. But here you are. Itâs only been three weeks since you accidentally ended up fucking him.
That night after his game, with your date somewhere outside, waiting for you, oblivious. You didnât mean for it to happen. It was supposed to be closure, a final goodbye, whatever excuse youâd fed yourself when you let Rafe pull you into that dark hallway at the stadium. Maybe it was seeing him on the ice again, that high, that intensity, had done something to you. The way heâd stared at you in the stands, like he was winning just to prove something. Like he still had something to prove to you.
Now, youâre actively avoiding him again â which is hard, considering heâs everywhere. On the screens, in the tabloids, in your goddamn head.
âYou okay?â your friend asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
âYeah, just... crowded,â you lie, forcing a smile. But she knows better, giving you that knowing look that says, Yeah, sure, totally not about your hockey player ex who's right over there.
âUh-huh. Heâs here, isnât he?â She doesnât even have to ask. The answerâs written all over your face.
âI donât care,â you lie. âI justââ
But you donât finish because thatâs when you see him. You take a sip of your drink, scanning the room out of habit. And there he is.
Rafe Cameron, in all his post-game glory, laughing with his teammates like he doesnât have a care in the world. Heâs still wearing part of his team gear like itâs his uniform for life, that stupidly tight team jacket stretched across those broad shoulders you used to run your hands down. His hair is still damp from the shower. He hasnât seen you yet â thank God â but you know itâs only a matter of time.
He always finds you.
You suck in a sharp breath and look away fast, pretending to be deeply invested in whatever drink the bartender is making.
Why did you come here again? To prove a point to yourself? To what, show him youâre unaffected? Stupid. So, so stupid. Heâs a mistake. A mistake wrapped up in six feet of cocky charm.
Your friendâs watching you, probably already figuring out whatâs going through your head, but youâre too focused on him. On the way he throws his head back laughing at something his buddy says. You canât hear it over the music, but you know that laugh too well, you can imagine the sound like clockwork. You should be past this. Youâve had closure. The kind of closure that leaves bruises and bite marks, the kind that shouldnât have happened.
âGirl, you need toââ
âShut up,â you mutter, but thereâs no heat behind it. You know what sheâs going to say. You know exactly what sheâs thinking because itâs the same thing running through your head:Â Why the fuck canât you stay away from him?
âNope,â she says firmly, like sheâs reading your mind. âNot tonight, okay? You said you were done.â
âI am done,â you murmur. Liar, liar, liar.
Itâs downright infuriating how your body reacts to him, even now.
You can feel it in your chest,  something that always pulls you toward him and hasnât let up since the day you first met him. Itâs maddening. Youâll ignore him, just like last time â except, okay, last time didnât exactly work out. But this time will be different. Youâll stay cool, stay calm, stayâ
âLeaving already?â
You freeze, your heart skipping for all the wrong reasons. You could walk away, pretend you didnât hear him. But you donât.
You slowly turn around, and there he is, standing right behind you, eyes on you with that same intensity that always makes it impossible to breathe.
He looks good. Too good. And he knows it.
âWhat do you want?â
He smirks, leaning against the bar like this is just another normal conversation. Like you didnât fuck him three weeks ago after months of silence. Like that didnât mean something.
âCanât say hi to my ex?â He cocks his head, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. âOr are we pretending that didnât happen now?â
You roll your eyes, taking another sip of your drink, trying to appear unbothered. But your body hates you. He steps closer, just enough that you catch the scent of his cologne â that stupid scent that still haunts your bed.
âIâm not pretending anything,â you snap, meeting his gaze. âI have nothing to say to you.â
 âYou were gonna pretend you didnât see me?â
âIâm not doing this with you,â you mutter, turning to leave. But before you can, he grabs your wrist â not hard, but enough to make you pause.Â
âTell me Iâm wrong,â he says, his voice lower now, more serious. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something. âTell me you didnât come here hoping to see me.â
He knows. He fucking knows. Heâs still got you wrapped around his finger, and heâs not even hiding it.
You jerk your hand out of his grip, your jaw clenched tight. âYou think I came here for you?â You can feel your pulse racing, the anger inside, because, fuck, maybe thereâs a part of you that did. âYou think I came here to throw it all away for you?â
He doesnât even flinch. In fact, he steps closer, heâs huge and takes up too much space. âMaybe you just wanted to see me.â
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. âI have seen you, Rafe. You look like shit.â You take a step back, needing space, needing air. âNot everythingâs about you.â
He chooses to ignore your little comment.
âCouldâve fooled me. Youâre still thinking about it, arenât you?â
You know exactly what heâs talking about, and your body betrays you with a flush that spreads up your neck. That night. The way his hands had felt on your skin, the way you hadnât been able to get enough of him.
âIt was the adrenaline,â you snap, refusing to let him get the upper hand. âThatâs all it was.â
âThatâs bullshit,â he fires back immediately, stepping closer again, eyes locked on yours. âYou werenât thinking about the game when you kissed me. Or when you begged me toââ
âShut up,â you hiss, cutting him off, your cheeks burning with rage. âWe both know what happened was a mistake.â
Even as the words leave your mouth, you know how fake they sound. The memory of that night â his body over yours, his hands on you, the heat between youâ
âMistake, huh?â Rafe tilts his head, eyes narrowing as if heâs daring you to say it again. âThat why you couldnât keep your hands off me?â
You want to kill him.
âWe were both high off the win. I wasnât thinking. It didnât mean anything.â
His jaw tightens, and you can see youâre hurting him. He leans down, close enough that his lips almost brush against your ear, and you shiver despite yourself.
âYou werenât thinking when you came apart in my arms, huh? You werenât thinking when you told me you needed me,â he says, his voice a low rasp that makes you clench your thighs.Â
âStop.â Your voice cracks, and you hate yourself for it. You feel like youâre losing control, like youâre getting sucked back into him, the one you swore youâd broken free of.
âYouâre still thinking about it. I know you are,â Rafe murmurs, and his hand slides up your arm, fingers grazing your bare skin.
You swallow hard, pulling back slightly, needing space to think, to breathe. âYouâre not as important as you think.â
He chuckles softly, but thereâs no humor in it. âMaybe not. But Iâm still in your head. You still want me.â
You want to scream, want to shove him, want to do something to make him shut the fuck up because the worst part is, heâs not wrong. Youâre still here, youâre still drawn to him like a magnet, no matter how many times youâve told yourself youâre done.
And you hate him for it. Hate him.
âI donât want you,â you say, but the words come out too weak, like you donât believe them yourself, and Rafeâs eyes glimmer with amusement like he knows you donât.
âThat so?â he murmurs, stepping even closer, crowding you, his presence taking over your personal space in the best and worst way. His hand trails down your arm again, âThen why are you shaking?â
âIâm notââ you start, but before you can finish, his mouth is down on yours.
You donât even think. You donât have time to. One second, youâre angry, and the next, youâre kissing him back like you need him to breathe. Your hands fly to his chest, gripping the fabric of his jacket as you pull him closer. So fucking stupid.
You hate him, but you need him.
His tongue brushes against yours, and you moan into his mouth, hating yourself for how good it feels. Before you know it, heâs already pulling back, tugging you toward the back of the bar, weaving through his teammates with no hesitation, dragging you like you weight nothing.
âRafe,â you hiss, trying to pull back, but heâs not listening. He doesnât have to, he knows youâll follow.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â you snap, but your voice cracks. Because you know exactly what heâs doing. Youâve been here before. And despite every warning bell going off in your head, your bodyâs already reacting, already wanting this.
He doesnât say a word at first, just spins you around and pins you against the door, his body pressing against yours, so close you can feel the hard lines of his muscles, the heat radiating off him. You open your mouth to argue, to push him away, to remind yourself why this is a bad idea â but then his lips are on yours again, and everything falls apart.
Rafeâs breath is hot against your neck, hands gripping your waist like every inch of space between you is unbearable. Youâve barely had time to catch your breath from him pinning you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours like heâs drowning in the kiss, like youâre still his to touch, to hold, to ruin.
And God, it feels like you are.Â
Even though every part of you knows this is a bad idea, knows you should have walked away the second you saw him, your body doesnât give a damn. It wants him. Itâs always wanted him. Youâre making out like youâre about to fuck right here in this tiny, dingy hallway, and thereâs no stopping it now.
He yanks your shirt higher, his fingers trailing over your skin in a way that makes you want to forget all the bullshit that came before this. His mouth is on your collarbone now, kissing down, down, like heâs memorizing the way your body reacts to him.Â
âI miss you,â he murmurs.
And itâs like all the airâs been sucked out of your lungs.
You swallow hard, shaking your head, refusing to let yourself believe it. âDonâtâ Donât say that.â
âItâs the truth,â he says, his gaze locked on yours. âI miss you, okay? Iâfuck, I hate this. Hate that youâre not there anymore, that youâreââ He breaks off, sucking in a sharp breath, like heâs struggling to find the words. âThat youâre gone. Like Iâm nothing to you.â
Just as heâs about to move lower, the door flies open. The sound scares you both, and Rafe steps back, his hands falling away from you instantly, leaving you cold, exposed, and pissed.
âShitââ Rafe mutters, straightening up, turning around to face the door. And there she is.
Her.
Sofia, the teamâs physical therapist â and the woman whoâs been at the center of all your doubts, all your insecurities, since she was hired a year ago. The reason you and Rafe broke up in the first place. Sheâs standing in the doorway, eyes flicking between the two of you. But it doesnât matter. The sight of her makes your blood boil.
You freeze, your body going rigid with the shock of it. You canât believe this.Â
Now? Of all times?
Sofiaâs eyes move to Rafe, and itâs like youâre not even there. Like this isnât the most awkward, tension-filled moment of your fucking life.
âRafe,â she says calmly, too casually, like she hasnât just interrupted whatever this is. âCoach needs you. Itâs important.â
Rafe tenses, and for a second, he looks torn. But only for a second.
You can feel your chest tightening, your hands curling into fists at your sides. Itâs always been like this. The way he looks at her, the way he drops everything for her, how they have this whole connection you were never part of. And it hits you again â she knew things about him you didnât. Important things. Things that shouldâve been yours to know first.
You remember the night you found out about the other teamâs offer â how blindsided youâd felt when you saw it on the news. It wasnât even that he rejected the offer. It was the fact that he didnât tell you. Didnât think it was a big deal. But he told her. You feel like throwing up by just thinking about it. The humiliation, the way Sofia had acted like it was normal, like she was so fucking in the loop.Â
And now sheâs here, again, like she always is.
You push past Rafe, your voice cutting through the tension. âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â
Rafe turns to you, âItâs not what you think.â
You scoff, eyes burning into his. âNot what I think?â You can feel the fury bubbling up, your chest tightening with every breath. âDo you think Iâm fucking stupid, Rafe?â You look between him and Sofia, your stomach churning at how casual she looks. Like sheâs used to this. Used to being thereâin the middle of things she has no business being in.
Sheâs standing there all cool and collected, glances between the two of you like this is just another day at work, another harmless interruption. She even has the nerve to offer you a tight, professional smile. Like sheâs the fucking victim. Like she hasnât been the fucking problem all along.
âShould I go?â she asks, voice sweet and calm, like sheâs offering to leave a fucking brunch.
That does it. You snap. The adrenaline from the fight, from being caught, from everything just crashes through you like a wave. You glare at her, feeling your pulse race with rage.
"Are you fucking serious?" you spit, stepping forward, your voice shaking with barely contained rage. âShould you go? You shouldnât be here. Ever. Youâre not wanted.â Every word drips with venom, and the look on Sofiaâs face changes slightly. She knows sheâs hit a nerve.
She always does.
Rafe reaches out like heâs going to grab your arm, to stop you from escalating, but you pull back hard. You canât even look at him right now.
âDonât fucking touch me.â
You canât believe this is happening. Again.
Rafeâs face falls, like he didnât expect you to react this way, like he hasnât been a complete idiot for months. You step back, creating as much space as you can between you, him, and her.
âWow,â You laugh bitterly, the sound hollow even to your own ears. âThis is why weâre here. This right here. You, herââ You wave your hand dismissively at Sofia, who still stands there, too composed for what this moment is. âYouâre so fucking blind.â
He looks like he wants to say something, to defend himself, but no words come out. Good.
Youâre tired of hearing his excuses anyway.
âI donât get why you couldnât just talk to me,â you continue, feeling the familiar burn of tears threatening to sting your eyes. But you wonât give either of them the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Not now. âBut no, you had to go to her. Sheâs your go-to, right? You tell her everything. She makes you feel better, right?â
âI didnât mean for it to happen like that,â he finally mutters, his voice low, strained. âI rejected the offer. It wasnât a big deal.â
âNot a big deal?â You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. âOf course, it was a big deal, Rafe. I was supposed to be the last to know? You think just because you rejected it, it didnât fucking matter?â
Sofia clears her throat, shifting her weight uncomfortably, but you ignore her, your eyes still locked on Rafe. You canât believe how casual heâs being about all of this, like your feelings were an afterthought. Like you were an afterthought.
âAnd youââ You turn to Sofia now, your voice laced with venom. âYou knew the entire time. You both did.â
Sofia opens her mouth, but Rafe cuts her off. âStop,â he says, his voice sharp. âJust... stop.â
âNo, you donât get to do that,â you snap, stepping back, keeping the distance between you. âYou donât get to look at me like that. Like Iâm the one being unreasonable. I loved you, Rafe. I trusted you. And you broke that. You broke me.â
This is between you and Rafe, and sheâs just a reminder of everything that went wrong, of all the things he kept from you.
With a bitter laugh, you grab your jacket from the floot and push past them both, your heart pounding in your chest. âI hope youâre happy together,â you mutter, not looking back as you storm out of the bathroom, out of the bar, out of his life.
You storm out of the bar, your pulse ripping in your ears, heart slamming against your chest like itâs trying to break free from whatever this is. The cool night air hits your skin, but it does nothing to calm the heat in your body. You can still feel his hands on you, his mouth, the way he pulled you in like nothing had changed, like it was still him and you against the world. But nothing is the same anymore. He isnât yours to touch, and youâre not his to ruin. You canât keep doing this to yourself, letting him in just to tear you apart all over again.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out, staring at the screen. Itâs a text from your friend, asking if youâre okay. You blink, forcing yourself to take a breath. Right. Yeah. Iâm fine. Just needed some air. Iâll be back in a sec. Lie after lie after lie.
Youâre done. For real this time. Youâve said it before, told yourself that you were finished with Rafe, but it never stuck. This time though? You donât think you could go back even if you wanted to.
Youâre tired. Tired of fighting, tired of waiting for him to figure his shit out, tired of being second to someone else. Sofiaâs just a reminder of all the ways heâs failed you, of the times he left you hanging in the worst way. But itâs not just her â itâs him. Itâs always been him and the way he never truly opened up to you. Not the way you needed him to.
Your chest hurts so fucking bad as the tears finally start to blur your vision, but you donât stop walking. You donât look back. Not this time. You donât make it more than a few steps before you hear it â his voice, calling your name. Loud, desperate.
You curse under your breath, not daring to turn around, but heâs quick. His footsteps are fast, catching up to you before you can get too far.
âWait!â Rafeâs hand grabs your arm, pulling you to a stop.
You spin around, ripping your arm from his grip, âDonât you fucking dare. Let me go, Rafe.â
He doesnât. His eyes are frantic, like he knows he already lost but isnât willing to admit it. âNo, weâre not doing this again. You donât just get to walk away like that.â
âLike what?â You scoff, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. âLike Iâm tired of the same bullshit with you? Like Iâm finally done playing this game?â
âYou donât mean that.â Thereâs something rin the way heâs looking at you, something that makes you almost hate him more. Because heâs right â you donât mean it. Not fully. And thatâs the worst part.
âDonât tell me what I mean, Rafe,â you spit, shoving his chest. He barely moves. âStop,â you snap, pushing him again. âJust stop. You canât keep doing this, showing up, pulling me back in, pretending like you care when itâs convenient for you.â
âI do care.â He runs his hands through his hair, exasperated, âWhy do you think Iâm here right now?â
âBecause you hate not being in control,â you spit back, chest heaving. âBecause you hate it when things arenât on your terms.â
âThatâs not it,â he growls, stepping closer again. Heâs towering over you now, but you donât back down. âYou think I donât fucking hate this too? You think this is easy for me? Iâm trying, alright. I fucked up, but Iâm trying.â
You laugh, but thereâs no humor in it. âTrying? Trying is telling me the truth. Trying is not keeping me in the dark while you run off to herââ
He cuts you off, stepping even closer, until you can smell the familiar scent of his cologne again, âYou brought a fucking date to my game!â
âAfter we broke up,â You hiss, shoving a hand against his shoulder, âGod fucking knows what you did with her while we were together.â
Rafe  grabs your wrist, pulling you back toward him. "Nothing happened with her," he snaps, his grip tightening for a second before he lets go, as if realizing heâs too close. "I never touched her."
You pull away, anger boiling over. "Does it even matter? You kept her close, closer than you kept me. You told her things! About us, like sheâs some fucking therapist.âÂ
He reaches for you again, his hand hovering near your arm before he drops it. "I never meant for you to find out like that. I swear, I was trying to figure it all outâ"
"Figure it out?!" You laugh, but itâs broken. "Rafe, you made me feel like I didnât matter. Like I was some... some extra piece in your life. But with her? You told her everything. What was I to you?"
He shakes his head, frustration evident. "You were everything! You are everything. But I didnât want to put you through it. All the shit with the team, with the offerâ"
"Thatâs not your decision to make!" you shout, the words tearing through you. "You donât get to choose whatâs hard for me, what I can handle. I couldâve been there for you. We couldâve done it together, but you shut me out. And now you expect me to justâwhat? Let it go because you say you didnât mean it?"
He stares at you, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the same old battle heâs always foughtâwanting you but not knowing how to let you in. His hands curl into fists at his sides, and for a moment, it looks like he might say somethingâsomething real.Â
"Why didnât you tell me how you felt?" he asks quietly, his voice almost pleading. "If you were hurting this much, why didnât youâ"
"Why didnât I?!" You cut him off, tears brimming in your eyes now. "Because you didnât give me a chance, Rafe! You made it clear you didnât need me like that. I thought maybe if I just held on a little longer, you'd let me in. You chose her, Rafe. You always choose her.â
âI didnât choose her,â he says through gritted teeth, and thereâs something desperate in his tone. âIâm standing right here. You think I like seeing you like this?â
âThen why do you keep doing it? Why canât you just let me go?â
âI canât,â he says, his voice strained, like the words are being ripped out of him. He grabs your hand, softer this time, âBecause Iâm still in love with you. Iâve never stopped.â
You remember all the half-truths, all the nights you waited for him to choose you.
You shake your head, âYou only love me when itâs convenient. When you need me.â
âI told her things because I didnât want to hurt you,â Rafe snaps, âI thought I was protecting you, keeping shit from getting messy.â
You laugh bitterly, shaking your head in disbelief. âProtecting me? You let her in, told her things you shouldâve told me. You think thatâs protecting me?â
His face contorts with something like regret, but youâre not sure if itâs enough to change anything. His chest is heaving, eyes wide and wild.
But then he just blurts out, âYou kissed Elijah.â
You freeze.
Of all the things he couldâve said.
âYou think thatâs why weâre here right now?â
He doesnât answer, just stares at you like youâve ripped something out of him. Like you kissing someone else, even for a second kills him.
âYou were already gone. We werenât together.â
He flinches, âSo, what? You kissed him to get back at me?â
âWhat the hell does Elijah have to do with any of this. You know what? Yes, I did. Because you didnât even fight for us.â
âI didnât fight for us?â he growls. âYou broke up with me without even giving me a chance to explain. You didnât even let me try to fix it. You just walked away.â
You ended things so quickly, so coldly, because you couldnât handle the idea of fighting for someone who wasnât fighting back. You didnât even give him the chance to explain.Â
âYou think I didnât want to fight for you?â His voice cracks, and for the first time, you see real pain behind his eyes. âI was trying to keep my shit together, trying to balance everything, and I fucked up, okay? But I never wanted to lose you.â
âDonât fuckingâ â
âI watched you kiss him. I couldnât fucking look away.â He interrupts it physically hurts him to admit it. âI was right there, front and center, like an idiot. And I still needed you after that. Do you know what that felt like? Watching you with him, like I didnât even exist anymore?â He swallows, his jaw working overtime as he tries to hold it together, but you can see the cracks forming. âIt was like everything that I didnât say, everything I was too fucking scared to admit... it didnât even matter. You just moved on.â
âElijah doesnât matter, okay? He never mattered. But youââ You pause, the words dying in your throat, because you donât want to say it, donât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how deep heâs cut you. But you say it anyway. âYouâre the one who made me feel like I didnât matter. You donât get it, do you?â Your voice is hoarse, worn from fighting, from trying to make him understand something heâs never been willing to face. âThis isnât about Elijah or Sofia or any of that. Itâs about you. Itâs about how you make me feel like Iâm always one step behind, always waiting for you to choose me when I shouldnât have to beg for it.â
His eyes well up, and for the first time, you see it â those emotions heâs kept locked away for so long. His lips tremble as he tries to say something, but the words get stuck, like heâs choking on everything heâs never been able to say before.
âI know,â he finally whispers, voice breaking. âI know itâs my fault.â His hands fall to his sides, defeated, and the tears spill over. âI didnât want to hurt you. I didnât want you to see me like this⊠weak.â
Your chest tightens as you watch him, his face crumpling in a way youâve never seen. This man who was always so put together, so guarded, unraveling right in front of you. You never thought you'd see him cry â not like this. Not in front of you.Â
He takes a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper now. âYou were always so strong. So⊠so good. And I was terrified, okay? Terrified that if I let you see the real me, the part of me thatâs so fucked up, youâd leave. That youâd realize Iâm not enough. Not for you.â
His words hit you like a punch in the gut, and suddenly youâre not as angry as you thought youâd be. Youâre just... tired.
âRafeâŠâ you whisper, but the words stick in your throat, caught between wanting to comfort him and wanting to protect yourself.
âI know I fucked up,â he continues, his voice breaking with every word. âI pushed you away because I didnât know how to be what you needed. I didnât know how to let you in. And now youâre gone, and itâs my fault.â He wipes at his face, but the tears keep coming, his chest heaving with the weight of it all. âBut I love you. I love you more than Iâve ever loved anyone, and Iâm begging you for one more chance. Please.â
You donât know what to say. Youâve dreamed about this moment â him finally opening up, letting you see him. But now that itâs happening, it doesnât feel the way you thought it would. You donât feel victorious or relieved. You just feel... sad.
You want to believe that heâs changed, that this time will be different. But then you remember all the nights you spent alone, waiting for him to come home.
âI donât know if I can do this again,â you whisper, your voice trembling. âI donât know if I can go through this with you, only to end up back here. Hurt. Broken.â
âIâll change,â he says desperately, stepping closer to you, his hands reaching out but stopping just short of touching you. âIâll do whatever it takes. I canât lose you, not like this. Please.â His voice cracks again, and for the first time, you see it â the fear in his eyes. Heâs terrified. Terrified of losing you for good.Â
But youâre terrified too. Youâre scared of giving him your heart again, only for him to break it.
âYou donât get it. I canât keep waiting for you to figure your shit out while Iâm left in pieces. I deserve more than that. I deserve someone who isnât afraid to love me the way I deserve.â
His face crumples again, and he swallows hard, trying to hold back the sobs threatening to break free. âYou do,â he whispers. âYou do deserve that. And I swear, Iâll be that for you. Iâll be better. Let me fix it,â he pleads, âPlease.â
âFix what?â you shake your head, âThis isnât something you can patch up with pretty words or promises. I donât trust you. Do you get that? I donât trust us. You say you love me, but love isnât supposed to feel like this. Itâs not supposed to make me feel like Iâm breaking every time I look at you.â
His shoulders slump, and for a second, he looks almost boyish, like a child whoâs just realized heâs ruined his favorite toy. âYouâre everything to me. I thought I was protecting you, but I see now that I was just... I was just pushing you away. Let me try.â
You close your eyes, the tears finally slipping down your cheeks as you shake your head. âI donât know if you can.â
âPlease,â he whispers again, âDonât leave me. I-I canât do this without you.â
You donât know who you are without him either. Heâs been such a part of you, woven into your heart in ways that canât just be undone. Your heart breaks all over again, because youâve wanted to hear those words for so long â needed him to need you the way you needed him. But now? You already left.
You wipe at your face with the back of your hand, trying to calm yourself. You canât fall apart now, not when youâre finally seeing things clearly.
âIâm not leaving because I donât love you,â you say softly, each word feeling like a knife to your chest. âIâm leaving because I do. But I canât keep waiting for you to be the person I need. I canât keep putting myself through this. You had so many chances to let me in, and every time, you chose to shut me out.â
Rafe looks like heâs about to argue, but then his face crumples, his shoulders slumping forward as he covers his face with his hands. Heâs breaking, right in front of you, and it takes every ounce of strength you have not to fall apart with him. He looks at you like youâve just ripped his heart out of his chest.Â
âGod, Iâm sorry,â he sobs, his voice muffled behind his hands. âIâm so fucking sorry.â
You swallow hard, your throat tightening as the tears keep coming. Youâve heard his apologies before â after every argument, every time he made you feel small and insignificant, heâd say he was sorry. But those words have lost their meaning.
âI know,â you whisper. âI know youâre sorry. But weâre not good for each other right now.â
âI love you,â he whispers, âI love you so fucking much.â
You bite your lip, tasting the salt of your own tears as you choke back a sob. âI know. And I love you too.Â
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Hello i have a request for spencer reid x reader. If you have noticed in the show, esp early seasons he doesnt really get jokes a lot and takes stuff literally. Can you write a reader who is the same way, and the team is partaking in a funny joke and they are the only two who dont get it??? They r so perfect for each other
Hiii, lovelyđ„°ty for the cute request, hope this is okay. Warnings: fluff, clueless Spencer and reader, mentions of drinking and tea, (0.5k)
The latest case is finally over, and the whole team is more than happy about it. There are drink being passed around the jet in between, well almost everyone, except from you and Spencer.
You two are comfortably sitting next to each other on the jet's couch with the cups of tea in your hands. You didn't feel like drinking, and neither did Spencer, so instead he made you both some tea.
You are still very much present in the merry conversation happening between the team though, just without the alcohol.
And suddenly everybody is laughing, something to do with Derek and a bar, but you don't get it. You force a fake laugh out because you don't want to ruin the fun.
You find that Spencer is laughing as well, so even he must get the joke. It's only you that doesn't understand. You think of how embarrassing that is for you. Never getting the jokes.
The laughter dies down, and the conversation continues going as smoothly as it has been before.
Abruptly, you get an idea. Maybe Spencer could explain the joke to you?
It takes you a few minutes to find the courage to lean closer to Spencer, and ask about the joke.
"Spencer? C-Could I ask you something?" You whisper as inconspicuously as you can. Not wanting to get anybody else's attention.
Spencer looks at you with a soft smile, and he says, "sure."
You clear your throat, feeling a bit sheepish about it," did you....could you explain the joke to me?"
Spencer frowns in confusion, " what do you mean?"
You sigh in defeat," I mean the joke that everybody was laughing at. I didn't get it." Your cheeks go a bit red at your confession.
"You didn't get it?" Spencer asks curiously. Not mean or cruel about it, just curious.
You shake your head. Too embarrassed to say it out loud.
"I didn't either," Spencer grins at you. Eyes shining with sparks of amusement.
"You didn't?" You baffle. You saw him laughing.
"Nope. I often don't. I usually just pretend that I know what they are talking about, and laugh at it," Spencer shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. The sides of your mouth go up.
"Did you pretend now too?" You question with a quiet giggle. You can't believe that he's done the same thing as you.
"Yeah. Did you pretend too? I saw you laughing," he raises his eyebrows. His own smile appearing on his pretty face.
"Yeah, didn't want to be the only one not laughing," you admit.
"Good," he laughs, bumping his shoulder to yours, "now we can pretend to understand together."
You can't contain the laugh as he says it. The both of you chuckling on your own inside joke.
"Oi," Derek draws your attention, your laughing gone, but the smiles remaining on your faces, " what are you two lovebirds laughing at?"
Your cheeks go impossibly more rosy, "nothing." It's an easy lie, you don't feel like telling them the truth.
And one look at Spencer you know he doesn't either, his own cheeks a bit more pink than they were before.
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2 âš Orange Colored Sky Eddie, if I may đ„°
âdonât wanna wait on it tonight i wanna get nasty.â
ocs!eddie girls come get yâall smut juice (18+ drinking, p in v sex.)
"Tell me how good it feels."
Eddie's voice always got low and husky after a few drinks, confidence mixed with something dark and brooding.
You both got home from work with rough days weighing on both of your shoulders. He immediately made his way to the bar cart to make margaritas. Not even slipping off his shoes. Not even speaking.
You sipped them quietly on the sectional, just the lamp on in the corner. Then another, then another, until you both were stumbling when you stood up.
Not so drunk that you both needed to go to bed, but drunk enough that the couch was so comfortable. Drunk enough that when he looked at you and patted his thigh you slid over onto his lap like you have so many nights before. Drunk enough that getting undressed felt fluid and sexy, but to an onlooker - awkward and messy.
You breathed for each other, lips and teeth gnashing and kissing. Calloused tattooed fingers pulling at your skin, gripping the meat of your hips, pulling you in around your waist. He does anything to kiss more, to dip his tongue further into your mouth, to devour you whole.
He flips you around with your back to his chest, tequila breaths ghosting over that spot on your neck that makes you squirm while he parts your legs open wide on his lap. One hand pushes your face towards his while the other sneaks between your legs, teasing over your already damp panties â cotton, hunter green, thrown on this morning in an uncaffeinated haze. He'd never been more turned on in his life.
Your hips move against his fingers, whimpering into his mouth.
"Tell me how good it feels."
His innate need for praise made his acts of dominance seem like a farce.
"So good," you whisper against his lips.
"Yeah?" he murmurs, running over your panty line.
You nod, doing the job for him and getting up to take your underwear off. He pulls a face.
"What?" you ask.
"I could've taken them off all sexy," he complains,
"But you just â y'know."
"Did that!" he gestures toward you, naked in front of him.
"Are you upset?" you ask, turning around to grab a sip of your abandoned fourth margarita. You hear his dreamy sigh, a quiet 'mmm' at the view in front of him. The nectarines at Trader Joe's not the only reason the nickname Peach has stuck around so long.
"Nope," you hear the smile on his lips, "But don' make me wait, sweetheart."
You hear the shuffle of him pulling his boxers down, giggling when he tosses them at your feet.
You turn back around, offering him the glass where he down the rest of the drink in two gulps. In his post gulp breaths he looks you over, a grin flashing his teeth at you when he looks you over.
"What did I say?" he asks up at you, reaching forward to pull you by you hips toward his lap.
"Don't make you wait," you smirk, knees finding their way to the edge of the couch when you crawl on top of him again. He takes you in, nose and lips skimming your sternum up your breasts before his teeth graze over the side. He bites, but not hard.
"Yeah," he whispers like smoke against your skin, "Don't make me..."
In his distraction you take the moment to sink slowly down onto him, a needy whine pulling from your chest while you press down to the hilt.
"Mmm, shit â don't â" he groans.
"Don't make me wait..." Eddie sighs gruffly, eyes hazy in love while he leans his head back on the cushions to watch you. You're already nearly falling apart after a few bounces on his lap.
Needed this all day.
God, he needed you all day.
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Heyyyy! I saw your post looking for AU Marauders requests so I thought Iâd have a go.
I concept Iâve been loving recently is Doctor/Paramedic Remus so maybe something with that if the idea sparks your interest. Preferably something hurt/comfort (I will never get enough of that trop). Iâll let you decide on the rest đ„°
Hope youâre having a nice day!
doctor!remus lupin x teacher!reader who gets pushed by her students
You rubbed your head as you trudged into the hospital, the dizziness making each step heavier. Today had been... a disaster. Your studentsâwell, they were good kids, but todayâs rowdiness had gone too far, leaving you on the ground, injured, and with a splitting headache.
âOf course, I get pushed around by teenagers,â you muttered, glancing at your phone. Youâd intended to head straight for your dadâs office, but fate had other plans. Because standing at the reception desk, clipboard in hand, was none other than Remus Lupin.
Your stomach twisted as your eyes locked onto him. He glanced up, and you saw the flicker of recognition in his gaze. His warm, amber eyes were now watching you with concern. But, oh no, you were not in the mood.
âY/N?â Remus started to approach, but you turned on your heel immediately.
âNope. Iâm good. Iâm fine. Just gonna go bleed somewhere else, thanks.â
Before you could get far, James Potter caught up to you, blocking your path with wide, worried eyes. âWhat do you mean, 'bleed somewhere else'? Y/N, sit down. Now.â
âJames, I swear Iâmââ
âRemus!â James called out dramatically, waving at the doctor like he was hailing a taxi. âGet over here! Sheâs being an idiot, but youâre a doctor, right? Fix her!â
You glared at your best friend. âI donât need fixing.â
âYeah, and I donât need glasses. But here we are.â James rolled his eyes before turning to Remus. âDo something before she faints or worse.â
Remus sighed, clearly reluctant but professional. âY/N, come with me. Letâs get you checked out.â
âI donâtââ
âYou donât get a say in this.â He caught your arm as you swayed slightly, that damn dizziness getting worse. âLean on me.â
âIâd rather not,â you grumbled, feeling the weight of his hand steady you.
Remus wasnât fazed. âI donât care that you hate me. Do you see anyone else here to help?â
You raised an eyebrow and turned to James for rescue, but your so-called best friend was... flirting with Lily, who you had called earlier for backup. He wasnât even pretending to be concerned anymore, laughing at something sheâd said.
âTraitor,â you whispered under your breath, your eyes narrowing at James before you let out a resigned sigh. âFine, fine.â
Remusâ arms gently enveloped you, guiding you to a nearby room. The warmth of his hands settling on your waist as he helped you onto the hospital bed left an unexpected tingling sensation. He knelt in front of you, glancing up with that infuriatingly soft look. âCan I?â
âJust get this over with.â
He nodded and dabbed cotton in some antiseptic. âThis is going to hurt,â he warned, his tone a little too kind for your liking.
You braced yourself, but the sting still made you wince, and before you knew it, his free hand was extended toward you. You blinked at it.
âHold it,â Remus said. âItâll help.â
You stared at him, incredulous. âWhat? Seriously?â
He didnât waver. âYes. Seriously.â
You sighed and grabbed his hand, squeezing it hard as he dabbed at your wound. He didnât flinch, just kept working, and you had to admitâit did help, a little. Not that youâd ever tell him that.
Once he finished bandaging you up, he smirked. âYouâre reckless, you know that? And your students are completely undisciplined.â
You shot him a glare, ignoring how his hand was still warm in yours. âTheyâre just kids. They didnât mean to hurt me.â
âThey threw you on the ground.â
âIt was an accident!â
âHmm, sure.â He raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. âMaybe you should be a bit stricter, professor.â
âOh, shut up, doctor.â
Remus chuckled softly and stood, calling James and Lily back into the room. They rushed over, their faces immediately turning into a picture of concern. Well, Lilyâs did. James looked more like a frantic mother hen.
âMerlin, Y/N, why didnât you tell me you were this hurt?!â James exclaimed, kneeling beside you. âRemus, sheâs dumb. You have some medicine to knock some sense into her, right?â
âHey!â you protested.
Lily, on the other hand, was far more composed. She gently patted your shoulder. âHow are you feeling, Y/N?â
âIâm fine, honestly.â
âSheâs not fine,â James argued. âRemus, tell her.â
âI already did,â Remus said with a smirk, crossing his arms. âBut sheâs stubborn.â
You rolled your eyes as James and Lily continued fussing over you. But somewhere in the middle of all the chaos, your eyes found Remusâ again, and for just a second, you werenât as annoyed by him as usual.
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What are you thoughts on the Cevans characters (+ Bucky hehe) on giving & receiving oral? Whoâs more into what, like which role do they prefer. Are any of them not into it at all? Do any of them like it more than actual sex?
Your takes on the Cevans characters are always so accurate đ„°đ Luv your blog <3
Ohhhhhh nessie. So spicy. So đïżœïżœ. Let's GO!
Warnings for, yeah, discussion of oral (both m and f receiving) with some references to other sexual acts for comparison, etc. We got there this time, gang, like all the way to hell...
Andy Barber
Into both but not his fave. Since Andy wasn't originally in my list of characters (and thus never got a favorite sex position), I'll tell you now that Mr. Barber is more of a face-to-face and hands-on lover. He enjoys a blowjob, sure, and he's by no means against going down on you, but his hands like to grope and wander more than those allow.
Ari Levinson
Really into both. Wow, just, really really into both. Can't say he enjoys it "more" than actual sex, but ohhh fuck it's close. Ari is a roar-as-he-comes-down-your-throat type of guy. He definitely is sloppy on you, not afraid to soak his beard before you even peak. I stand by my headcanon that Ari doesn't like his hair pulled though. He understands it'll happen sometimes, but he will move if you keep tugging hard. Much happier if you leave scratches across his shoulders instead.
Also, Ari strikes me as a man who would enjoy road head or pull over to go down on you if he's horny or bored or just because. I don't have a reason for that, but it's true. The end.
Curtis Everett
He's a giver 100%. Curtis isn't *against* getting a blowjob, but he can't enjoy it much if you aren't really into giving, too.
Maybe TMI, idk, but I also get the impression that Curtis really adds a lot of his tongue thrusting into you during the act. No reasoning, just vibes. He wants to actually fuck you with his face.
Jake Jensen
Whiny and needs practice but he appreciates both ways. Jake needs you to verbally tell him what to do and what feels good, so for a while at least, some of the fun is taken away from that. He also needs the practice not blowing his load about 30 seconds after your lips get on him. That visual--you kneeling or bent over trying to fit him in your mouth--just...does him in so fast.
Jimmy Dobyne
Nope, not really. Surprisingly, he has the skill to make you come without having to do it a lot, but Jimmy still crawls up under your skirt rarely. It's like The Best present when he does. Like, who the fuck did he practice this on to the point of expertise??? Makes no sense, but I'm telling you, Jimmy is the secret munch of the bunch. He'll let you go down on him, but he won't be the one to suggest it. That's purely up to you.
Johnny Storm
Eh--little here, little there. He enjoys the riskiness of oral in semi-public places more than p-in-v sex. Johnny is DTF always...mostly, so nothing is off the table...and he's fine being on the table, just for reference.
Lloyd Hansen
Lloyd is more of a receiver and a giant tease for going down on you. He talks a good game, and you'd think with the mustache that he's practically been groomed to be sat on. However, Lloyd likes to be smug as hell, telling you he'll take care of you but he just needs to unwind after his day. He doesn't really intend to put in much effort because Lloyd is good enough with his fingers and dick. He gets away with avoiding it.
James Mace
Similar to Andy for different reasons: he's into both but neither is his fave. Mace likes a lot of things a little bit. Every position is on rotation. He doesn't want you to get bored, or worse, to be boring, so Mace plays around constantly. Yes, you two still fuck in the bedroom 'the most,' but that's not from lack of other variety.
Ransom Drysdale
Mostly a receiver but in a less controlling way than Lloyd. He uses his tongue as torture on you, i.e. Ran has no intention of bringing you to climax and he wants for you to beg. He wants you to prefer fucking him. Ransom is too lazy for this to be a regular thing he has to do.
Now, again, don't ask me why but I truly believe Ran gets a kick out of choking you on his dick. There's a distinction here, though, because Lloyd enjoys watching you struggle to take him in your mouth while Ransom purposefully thrusts to choke you. It's not prolonged. It's just a kink he likes.
Steve Rogers
Will eat you out at the drop of a hat but thinks a blowjob is degrading to you. Steve has a very traditional notion of respect for the people he loves...and, no, he doesn't see the hypocrisy in that. His excuse is that he likes his mouth all over you, down there no different than anywhere else đ€·đ»ââïž.
Bucky Barnes
Oh, fuck yeah.
What's there to expand on? Bucky 100% loves to watch you worship his body and loves to worship yours. This dude may have some social and professional hangups, but sex hasn't changed much since the '30s. Anatomy (more or less) is anatomy, and at least all of his romance bits are the same.
Does he prefer giving or receiving? It's pretty equal. You both go gaga over the other dressing up fancy...or dressing down...or when you're dressing...or, ya know, not dressed. Basically, it's just a 'yes.'
Thank you for asking!
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14 from the fluff list + charles đ„ș
here it is! hope you like it đ„°â€ïž
charles + person A's brain short circuiting at how good person B looks
charles adrenaline was still pumping even hours after crossing the finish line at the monaco grand prix. it still didnât feel real to him that after so many years he had finally won his home race. the whole weekend had been surreal and he had wondered many times if this was all just one big dream and as he buttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt he pinched himself for good measure.
nope. definitely not dreaming.
there hadnât been a moment for him to take a break today and really process his emotions. after the race it was press duties and then a small celebration with the team that may have involved jumping into the marina. then fast forward to his current task- which was getting ready for the gala dinner.
you had been back at the apartment getting ready for awhile. it was a big event and youâd be eating dinner with the prince and princess which meant hours would be spent making sure you looked your best.
you sang along to the music playing from your phone as you put the finishing touches on your makeup, not even hearing charles enter the bedroom until he spoke up.
âchĂ©rie you almost ready?â
your eyes flickered to his reflection of him standing behind you in the mirror. big smiles on both of your faces as you made eye contact.
âyes. i just need help zipping up my dressâ
in an instant you were out of your robe and pulling the satin dress up over your figure. goosebumps forming at the feeling of charles fingers brushing over your skin and when he pulled your hair to the side to zip up your dress it caused a shiver to run down your spine. it was embarrassing how much of an effect this man had on you.
he placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder before letting your hair cascade down your back once more. and after slipping on your heels and grabbing your clutch you did a little spin for charles, showing off the final look. âhow do i look charlie?â
charles had never been at a loss for words before. his brain was short circuiting and the line from his brain to his mouth had been severed. you looked so beautiful, so radiant, so perfect, like an ethereal being- but he was too stunned too speak. how he had managed to have someone like you by his side he wasnât sure, but he thanked the gods everyday for you. he didnât realize he was stood there like a dumbfounded fool until your angelic voice broke him out of his trance.
âbaby. close your mouth. youâll catch flies.â
he could feel the heat radiating to his cheeks as he choked on his words. âsorry-â he reached his hand out for yours, pulling you into his embrace âbut mon coeur youâre the most beautiful woman iâve ever seen. think you scrambled my brain there for a minute.â
your giggles only made his already rapid heart beat even faster. âthank you. youâre very handsome too charlie.â
heâd never felt more in love than right now and when you two made eye contact he knew your were it for him.
you saw charles start to lean in to give you a kiss, but put your finger up to his lips instead. âum no. i love you, but i worked too hard on this makeup for you to mess it up.â
a playful groan escaped past charles lips. âchĂ©rie! come on! just one little kiss?â
you patted his chest as you walked past him and towards the door. âwe are gonna be late. plus i think the race winner deserves a good prize later no?â
charles didnât need to be told twice. he was hot on your heels ushering you out the door.
come chat itâs sleepover saturday!!
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CPD Gala
*GIF NOT MINE, full credit to the owner*
Requested?: Nope! Wanted to get something posted now I'm back :)
âą Warnings: N/A
âą Summary: Jay reminds you of the annual CPD gala but knows it's not your idea of fun
Words: 1,321
âą A/N : Iâm not gonna apologise again for being gone as god knows how many of these I post with that intro but Iâm hoping to be back in the swing of things as I have a tonne of requests to get through and I donât want anyone thinking their request is being ignored as I promise it isnât!
Meh I donât love it as I defo need to get back into the comforts of my writing (its gone so downhill lmao) but here we are..
Hope you enjoyđ„°
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Jay knew you werenât the biggest fan of social occasions, so when you happily agreed to attend the annual CPD gala he had invited you along to, he was beyond surprised.
âI mean, Iâll ask her but donât get your hopes upâ he had joked with Kim a few days prior, following endless begging from her after finding out Hailey wouldnât be there and wanting a familiar female face there.
âTell her Iâll by her drinks all nightâ she quickly exclaims as Jay chuckles, eyes still firmly on the road as they drive back to the district.
âYou do realise itâs a free bar?â
âOhâ she huffs, âmore reason for her not to say no thenâ she happily shrugs, sinking back into her seat with a look of confidence.
As much as Jay could go on for hours about how he knew you better than anyone, least of all Kim who you had only met on a few occasions it was like talking to a brick wall sometimes and he didnât have the patience.
You and Jay were homebodies and this suited you perfectly, he would come home after long shifts and you would still more than likely be sat in the same spot he left you at that morning. Countless half empty mugs filled with coffee that was now ice cold, papers scattered all over the table and floor with your eyes pinned firmly on the screen in front of you.
He would convince you to call it a night, youâd either order in food or youâd wander into the kitchen together to whip up dinner whilst he told you about his day. Depends on what you had, youâd either quickly tidy up the table as best you could or you both just slumped on the sofa with the pizza box balanced on your laps as you watched some trash TV.
You would always fall asleep before Jay, he would get too into the show you had put on and then couldnât finish until he had got to the end whereas you probably wasnât paying too much attention in the first place so would easily doze off to only be awoken with a light kiss to your head when Jay has turned the TV off.
It worked like clockwork, some may say boring but it just worked for you and you couldnât picture it any other way. You were each others comfort, the feeling of home.
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Jay had bought up the idea of going with him to the gala the previous year but you had only been dating for a few months and hasnât told many people so you decided against it in mutual agreement.
The truth was it hadnât left you mind since that exact day he casually asked you over dinner last year
âwould be fun you know? â he raised his eyebrows as he took a sip from his drink âhaving you on my arm all nice and dressed upâ he teased
No Jay, it wouldnât be fun.
Social outings werenât your thing, you had a close family and the relationship you had with Jay and that was more than enough. An evening spent in Mollyâs was something you had to build yourself up to, let alone a huge party with tonnes of people you had never met before.
Every week the thought would re-enter your mind on whether or not he would ask again this year, secretly hoping he wouldâve forgot or they had a case on which meant they couldnât go. You knew it was in August as Kim had mentioned it one night at Mollyâs so as the month got closer, the more it played on your mind.
You even forced yourself one weekend to go dress shopping for the occasion to try and get yourself in the right mindset of being there to support Jay, after all you were beyond honoured he would want you by his side but sometimes the voice in your head would have a way of getting through.
âYou know the CPD gala is this weekend?â Jay broke the silence, still chewing on his pizza as he flicked through the channels.
Shit
âI know itâs not your thing so Iâm thinking of just third wheeling Kim and Adam, do you think theyâll mind?â he joked but you could tell there was something in his voice that had a twinge of disappointment.
âIâll come with youâ
Before you could register your voice to your brain, the words came out of your mouth.
âBaby, you do-â he began but you were quick to cut him off in reassurance, placing a finger onto his lips as you smiled
âIt doesnât matter, you want me to be there so Iâll be thereâ
You placed a light kiss to his lips, the confusion plastered across his face but the light behind his eyes showing through in a gleam.
âJust promise me you will think about it first, donât do this for me. You know Iâd rather stay at home with you anyway but there isnât many of us going to Voight wants us to make our presence known bla bla blaâ
âIâve already bought a dressâ you lied, knowing it would be the thing to distract him
The chewing on his mouthful slowed, scanning your face with a slight narrow to his eyes as he tilted his head âwhat does it look like?â
âItâs just a little black dress, that alright with you?â you suggested, playful tone as he pouted his lips and nodded with a sign of approval âhow comes I havenât seen this dress?â
You lifted the pizza box from his lap whilst you began to tidy, scanning down to see him lift his hips to get more comfortable, slinging one arm to rest on the top of his head whilst the other clutched at the bottle of beer.
The gaze that was piercing into your back felt like it could burn a hole, the extra swing in your hips and swish of your ponytail was giving you the confidence you needed.
Placing the pizza box down on the side you turned to see Jay towering over you, one arm resting against the door frame with the other resting low in his sweatpant pocket.
âSeriously, let me see this dressâ
You tried to keep your composure, acting like you couldnât see the smile he was trying to hide despite the corners of his lips already turning up with his every word.
His eyes were pinned to you as you picked off a piece off fluff from his tshirt, following each move as you let your hand rest onto his chest.
Gazing up at him, innocence in your eyes as you could feel his heart pounding beneath your touch amongst the silence.
âYouâre not allowed to see it until the Galaâ
He huffed, rolling his eyes whilst running a hand across his forehead in stress
âbut the guy in the store said I looked like a million bucksâ
His eyes widened, smirk spreading across his lips as you felt his hand drop to your hip as he cleared his throat âdid he now?â
You nodded, feeling his grip tighten as he let out a huff in laughter which you knew he didnât mean in amusement.
Before you could think of what to come back with, his arm was slung over your waist, picking you up like you were a piece of paper and tossing you onto his shoulder. Marching towards the bedroom, not letting the fists you were prodding into his back stopping him.
âJay?! What are you doing!â you exclaimed, being laid on the bed as he pinned his arms either side of your head to stop you from getting away from him. Dark glint in his eyes as he roamed about your body, taking in every inch as he admired.
âI think you need to show me this dress babyâ
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I can read it in your eyes
Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader
Summary: Hanging out with your boyfriend at your apartment, you sense he needs something special from you, tonight. Something to lighten the load on his shoulders... so you provide.
Or: the one where Mikey has a praise k!nk đ„°
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, praise k!nk, Oral (m receiving), BJ, dom/sub undertones, light dom/sub dynamics, light soft!dom, established relationship, PWP, p*rn with feelings, aftercare, c!m eating (blink-and-you-miss-it). Minors DNI.
Word count: 2.7k
Notes: I'm sorry in advance, this is pure filth that I needed to purge out of my system.
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âSweetheart, what the hell are you doing over there?â
You peeked at him from the kitchen doorframe to the couch, where he was slumping. You grinned. âIs that early onset dementia, babe? I told you I was getting us some popcorn.â
âYeah, and itâs been a thousand years. Come here alreadyâ. He patted the cushion next to him and made a face that reminded you of a small, abandoned puppy being kicked to the curb.
You stared right back with cold, narrowed eyes. âMichael. Are you fucking pouting at me?â
He tilted his head. âIs it working?â
âNopeâ, you said sweetly, blowing him a kiss and returning to the microwave, where the sporadic sounds of corn popping inside the bag let you know it was almost done.
A half-hearted grumble could be heard from the living room. You smiled. To be honest, youâd been spending most days anticipating these moments. Getting home after work, taking a shower, cooking some quick dinner, and eating it lazily whilst watching random stuff on TV⊠until the text notification came through. Be there in 10. The rush of excitement you got after that never got old.
You returned to the living room, triumphantly holding a giant bowl full of popcorn, and giving your boyfriend the most doe-eyed look you could muster. âAre you proud of me?â
He laughed at your attempt to be sexy â which if Mike was being honest⊠was kind of working. He loved seeing you like this, relaxed in your lounge wear â especially if that lounge wear consisted of tiny shorts and even tinier tops. He knew for a fact you werenât wearing any underwear. You never did when he came around the house. And that was more than fine by him.
âNo offense, babyâ, he reached over to the bowl, took it, and settled it on the floor, gently holding your hands in his big, rough ones. âBut right now, I just need you to bring your beautiful ass over hereâ. He pointed to his lap and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
âWow. So subtle, Mikey.â You laughed, making no move to resist his pull. You sat across his lap with your arms around his shoulders. âYouâre lucky youâre cute. And sweet. And funny. And hot. And caring. And oh my god, so perceptive. AndâŠâ. With each compliment you feel an irresistible urge to kiss his nose, so you do.
He smiled weakly. âYouâre too much. I ainât none of tâŠâ.
You shushed him with a finger on his lips and a hard stare. âMike, honeyâ, your voice was sweet, but lower than usual, âyou need to shut up and listen more. I was talking to you, saying all these nice things, and you go and interrupt me like that?â. With a feigned hurt look down at his chest, where your hands started softly rubbing, you tsk-tsk, disapprovingly.
âYou know IâŠâ, he begins, but stops as soon as you lift your eyes, staring hardly at him, and your previously soothing hand suddenly rests still on top of his heart. He holds his breath for a bit, caught in your gaze like a deer in headlights. Oh. Itâs going to be one of those nights, then, you think, with a mix of trepidation and excitement deep in your belly.
Finally, he closes his eyes and releases a deep sigh. You feel his entire upper body go limp beneath your hands â shoulders slump forward, the hands gripping your waist drop to the couch, and his forehead slams between the valley of your breasts. Itâs like the whole week is melting off him. In nights like these, he needs you to take care of him, but seldom has the courage to ask for it. You gotta work it out of him.
âThatâs right, sweetheart. God, thatâs okay. I know youâre tired. But you are so good. So good for me. So good for everyone.â You coo at him, holding his face close to your chest, fingers threading between his thick locks of raven hair and lips slowly kissing all over his nose, cheeks, beard, temples...
âBabeâŠâ he whispers meekly, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
You halt your caresses, concerned. âSorry, honey. Is this okay? Do you need to stop?â
âNo, please. Absolutely not. Please⊠donât stop.â
âOkay, then.â You smile, stroking his cheek gently with one hand while the other moves tentatively lower, moving through his chest, reaching his belly. â⊠Mikey?â
âYeah?â
âAre you gonna shut your beautiful mouth and let me take care of you tonight?â, you whisper against his lips.
He scoffs, defeated, looking at you like you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. Like heâs waiting for the other shoe to drop. âYeah, I guess I am.â
The pillow is soft against your skin. Mike never lets you kneel directly on the floor â even in nights such as this, when heâs so pent up with desire and longing that he turns speechless and melts into the couch, vulnerable to your every whim. Even though youâve told him several times before that you like it â the stark contrast between the cold, hard floor and the warmness that seeps out of him, where he holds your cheek so softly. As if you were going to break.
His cock always feels really nice, too. Heavy against your tongue, a slightly tangy taste, a perfect girth stretching your lips. Right now, youâre looking up from under fluttering eyelashes, to check on him (sometimes, when his hand tightens in your hair, you notice heâs frowning with tightly shut eyes â something pulled him out of the moment and plunged him right back into the world, outside of the little bubble of love and bliss you created for him).
Thankfully, he looks fine. More than. He is staring right back at you, mouth agape, hair disheveled, chest heaving. Itâs embarrassing how wet that sight leaves you.
You release his cock with a wet pop, giving the tip a kitten lick as you continue to stroke him, slowly. âOkay, baby?â
âYeah, honey⊠very okay. God, your mouth⊠can I fuck it? Pleaseâ, he pleads.
You smile sweetly, suddenly becoming aware of the silence that permeates the flat, and how both of you seem to be in tandem with it. Youâve been quietly delighting in each otherâs touch for almost an hour now, speaking only once or twice, in whispers.
âOf course you can, Bear. Can you be a good boy for me and hold my hair up, please?â
âFuck, yeah, baby, I can... Thank you, so muchâ. He sounds out of it, in the best of ways. Like heâs on autopilot, waiting for your instructions, the script of your dance engraved on the tip of his tongue, completely surrendered to the pleasure you allow him to take from you. It takes all your self-control not to lose it and pounce on him. But tonight isnât about you â so you take a breath and recenter. Mike. Mikey. Michael.
Ever so helpful, he moves his hands to smoothly hold your lose hair in a makeshift ponytail. He never stops looking at you through glazed, fucked out eyes. âToo tight?â, his voice raspy.
âNo, Mikey, itâs perfect. Thank youâ. You close your eyes and allow yourself a moment to revel in the grounding feel of his hands. You know he likes seeing you are enjoying this as well. When you lazily reopen your eyes, you realize both of you are smiling stupidly at each other.
âYouâre being so good for me, tonight⊠you know that, right?â. You rub his thick, trembling thighs, up and down. âSo good at following instructions⊠trusting me to take care of you⊠Do you know what Iâm thinking, baby?â. You canât resist punctuating your speech by licking all around his shaft, red and throbbing and drooling with pre-cum at this point. A low moan rips out of him when you suddenly envelop almost the entirety of his cock with your mouth, lightly suckingâŠ
His grip on your hair tightens and inadvertently lifts your mouth away from him, startling you. He gives you a regretful look. âSorry, sweetheart⊠you gotta give me a few seconds, or Iâm gonna shoot my load all over your face, like⊠nowâ. He chuckles dejectedly.
You pause to consider this. âHm⊠okay, baby. But you didnât let me finish what I was sayingâŠâ You tilt your head to the side, a suggestive smile dancing on your face.
He frowns suspiciously, and you want to grab his face and cover it in smooches. âWhat?â
Slowly, never looking away from him, you slide your body between his legs, your arms gliding over the sculpted planes of his belly and chest, covering them in kisses, until you reach his neck, and with your arms around it, stroking his hair, your forehead against his, you sigh into his mouth.
âI think⊠good, well-behaved, and polite boys should get rewardedâ. You look up at him. âI think they should be allowed to cum wherever they want⊠as a treat.â
He sits there, immobile, lips parted â suspended in the exhilarating expectation of what he knew you were going to say.
âMikey⊠I want you to fuck my mouth and cum on my face⊠now. Can you do that, baby?â, you whisper against his lips.
You think you hear âfuckâ right before he roughly grabs the back of your head and smashes your mouths together in a searing kiss. You whimper, surprised, but allow yourself to relish this loss of control. After all, you did say he deserved a reward.
For a few seconds, you let him maneuver your head freely, fucking your mouth with his tongue â like heâs saying âhere, sweetheart, take this appetizer, the main course will fucking reck youâ. His hands paw at your breasts, thighs, waist, and ass, like heâs a starving man presented with a seven-course meal, not knowing where to start or finish. You desperately press your thighs together for some relief to your neglected core.
When he starts thrusting up his pelvis, unconsciously trying to fuck your tits, you decide itâs time to take back control. With a bite to his lower lip, you steal a startled noise out of him and push him firmly back against the couch.
You school your face into a stern, disappointed expression. âThatâs enough, honeyâ. You are proud of how smooth your voice sounds, considering how horny you are.
He looks absolutely defeated â his hair all messed up from your hands, chest heaving, panting for air. You want to eat him whole.
âGod, baby⊠that must hurtâ. You say in mock pity, looking sadly down at his fully hard cock, an angry red, shiny from spit and semen. You look back up at him. âAre you gonna be a good boy, and do what I told you to do, Mikey?â
âFuck, yes, please, sweetheart, please, just⊠fuck, I canât take it anymore. I need your mouth, pleaseâŠâ. Heâs babbling, overwhelmed, his eyes watery with unshed tears. By this point, you know the teasing is over â he needs release, and you need to give it to him.
You cup his face gently. âItâs alright, baby⊠youâre alright. Okay? Hm?â he nods frantically. You kiss his nose sweetly and get back down on your knees, never taking your eyes away from his.
âIâm gonna take care of you now, baby⊠my big, soft, sweet Bearâ, you whisper, sliding down his chest until you reach his cock. His hands are immediately back to their native place, holding the hair away from your face.
You open your mouth and begin enveloping his cock, slowly. He watches you intently, thighs trembling and mouth quivering, new tears ready to burst from his eyes. Waiting for permission.
A slow blink and small nod of your head are enough for him. Go ahead, Mikey. Take whatâs yours. He releases a broken moan, a dam of want bursting open with his first thrust into your mouth. He bottoms out, because he knows you can take it. He knows that, right now, all you want is for him to let go.
You never stop looking at him. Even as his thrusts lose rhythm, and his hands start slipping from your hair down to grip your jaw, and his cock his constantly hitting the back of your throat, cutting off the air supply.
Your eyes water and tears run down your cheeks with abandon, as your mind enters that stage of pure bliss. No thoughts but a loop of keep mouth open, tongue out, breathe out of nose in time with thrusts, check if heâs OK, keep mouth open, tongue out, âŠ
âBaby, baby, baby, I canât, I canât anymore⊠Iâm gonna cum, please, g â fuckâ. Shaking, he takes his length in hand for the first time tonight, pulling it out and stroking it with abandon over your face.
You nod frantically, closing your eyes and crying out as soon as his cock is out of your mouth, a desperate string of yes, yes, yes, yes, baby, please â. Tongue out and mouth wide open, you feel a smile forming on your face as the first strings of cum hit your chin and cheeks. You lap up every drop that falls near your mouth.
Everything goes very still, suddenly â like time stops. Your body is frozen, but so is your mind. Light as a feather. A hand swiping your cheek gently brings you back to the present â you look up, fucked out of your mind, to see Mikey looking down at you, equally exhausted, but smiling so sincerely, he reminds you of a prophet. Maybe itâs the beard. That makes you laugh.
âWhatâs so funny, lady?â he asks softly, joining you on the floor, your face between both his giant hands, kissing it all over, taking his time to wipe off the cum with his tongue, then bringing it to your mouth in a long, languid kiss. Griping his strong arms, you try to pull him in as close to you as possible, eager for his touch. He chuckles.
Then, one of his hands cups your entire pussy roughly through your soaked shorts.
You moan into his mouth and, like a lightning bolt, youâre coming so hard it knocks the air out of your lungs. Youâre shocked, but Mike doesnât stop the kiss for a fraction of a second, managing to blabber out a string of filth at the same time.
âOh, fuck yeah, baby, thatâs it, let go⊠holy shit, you can come just from getting your mouth fucked and a little kiss? Jesus Christ⊠go ahead, sweetheart. What the hell did I do to deserve such a sweet, beautiful thing in my lifeâŠâ
âGod, Mikey, shut the fuck upâ. You donât know when you started crying, or why you are also laughing like a maniac â nothing makes sense, and yet everything is so right.
âHow do you feel, baby?â, you ask, sniffling and stroking his face.
He laughs. âI feel so good, sweetheart. You took care of me, and I didnât even know how bad I needed it. But you always do. And you put me in my place⊠fuck⊠you break me into pieces and put me back together. Thank youâ. He whispers that last part, his mouth hovering over yours as his fingers wipe away the tears from your barely open, reddened eyes.
You smile, contented. âYou are a good boy, Mikeyâ.
âAnd you are an amazing girl, who needs to go to bed nowâ.
You let him lift you up like a sack of potatoes and throw you over his shoulder, barely complaining. âYouâre lucky Iâm exhausted, or you would regret thisâ, you mumble.
He slaps your ass, and you yelp. âWanna square it up in the morning?'
âIâll kick your ass in 30 minutes, assholeâ.
He arrives in your bedroom and puts you down on the bed with a chuckle, following right after. âIâm sure you would, sweetheartâ.
After he cleans you up with a warm, wet towel, you snuggle against him beneath the sheets. You feel yourself drifting off, but before that, you pull yourself up, grab his face, and kiss him sweetly.
âI love you, Mikeyâ.
He smiles. âI love you, babyâ.
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Hi possible prompt for your ask box celebration (congrats on 330 btw!!)
Eddie is one of those street poets w/ a typewriter that will write people on the street a poem abt anything they ask for, in exchange for tips or like $5
& Steve walks by & asks for a poem & Eddie is immediately like đđđ
& then maybe Eddie flirts outrageously through the poem, or he tries so hard to keep it #professional but heâs so goo-goo over this (Adonis of a man) guy that he fails miserably, or whatever direction you would want to take it
anyway Steddie meetcute street poetry đ„°đ„°đ„°
This was such a fun prompt. And before we get anywhere with this, I did have to write a little poem here and it does sort of suck. Apologies in advance for it. Steve Harrington is usually not my main muse, lol. But I still enjoyed this <3
Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Meet-Cute, Set in New York, Strangers to Lovers, Mild Angst, Fluff, Steve Harrington Has Self Esteem Issues, Brief Mentions of Car Accidents, Poet Eddie Munson, Muse Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington's Friendship, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Sunshine
Also on AO3 (because this one got long)
đââââââââđ Eddie Munson doesnât sell drugs anymore. Nope. Heâs a refined, renewed, reorganized man. That being said, he still needed to make money somehow. It wasnât enough to do just mechanic work on the weekdays; something had to happen over the weekends, else he wouldnât make it for his bills.
So he picks up a few new hobbies. Cycling, because that was the cheapest way for him to get aroundâheâs not particularly good at that one, but he still tries anyway. Photography, because his neighbor was selling his older cameras and the opportunity just couldnât pass by. Then, there was his new found little business/career/dilly-dally.
Poetry.
On weekends, Eddie Munson, the guy who canât afford to go to jail because of some rat-faced little tell-all not liking his product, writes poetry for a bit of extra cash. He sets up in Central Park with a little collapsable table and a few stools, a heavy as shit typewriter that his uncle off-loaded onto him, and enough paper to whoever is buying. Thereâs a tip jar dutifully set up by his feet. And the pay rate is whatever people can afford or want to afford.
One time, he wrote poems for a group of six giggly, drunk girls coming back from brunch mimosasâthey gave him $30 each. Another, a little old man who had just beat a group of preteens at basketballâhe could only afford the $3.50 that was rattling around in his shorts. Sometimes kids would come up and ask about getting a poem about their mom or their puppy or the little daisy they had just pickedâthey got theirs for free (they need to save their money for ice cream. And, also, heâs not going to get in trouble for a kid choosing to spend their lunch money. No sir-ee).
The weekends could be dry, though. They could get boring. But the sun hits him nice. And he usually sees a few beautiful pooches. And, well, he gets to work on his craft. A passion of his that he held onto since being a little kid. And people appreciate him for it, which isâŠnice to put it in simple terms.
This Saturday, though, is a rather dry day for customers. Itâs overcast. There are less people out, though Central Park is never completely empty. And his tip jar is basically just flies and dust.
Until, fortunately, a man approaches him. He seems timid, a bit shy, even if his smile is all charm. His hair is swooped over and curling at his shoulders, brunette with blonde highlights. The manâs skin is tanned from the most recent summer, not quite fading into this early fall. Dotted with moles, poking out from the collar of his polo and the sleeves, down to his wrists, a few on his face. He has a gorgeous nose: greatly geometric and centered between all his features, sun kissed on the tip, a little crooked on the bridgeâaquiline. His lips are a soft pink, a bit pouty, stretching wonderfully around his straight, white teeth. And his eyes are a tad downturned, hooded, shiny with excitement; hazel, but leaning more towards a light shade of brown, fanned by long, dark eyelashes, and squinting with his smile. Heâs tallâprobably around Eddieâs height, 5â11â. Pretty fitâhis arms are toned and his hands are large and heâs broad on the shoulders, but heâs not bean pole thin like Eddie is, just a little chunkier. And, Eddieâll never admit this out loud, but the dudeâs got a great ass, perfectly squeezed in by a pair of Leviâsâlight wash, edging on skinny, but not entirely form-fitting. His polo is a darling yellow ochre; rich and warm and perfect to his skin tone.
He doesnât know what kind of poem heâll write for this guy, but fuck him, he just wants to wax on and on about this literal slice of heaven thatâs standing over him. Smiling. Hands clasped together in front of him. His bright, sunshine eyes. AndâŠyeah, thatâs a word to describe this guy.
Sunshine.
âUmâhey, youâre the guy that does the little typewriter poems, right?â The guy asks, his knuckles turning white as he squeezes his hands tighter together. He shifts from one foot to the other, a quick nervous tic that youâd miss if you werenât looking at him. And now that heâs stepped closer to the makeshift âboothâ, Eddie can smell him. Thereâs a rich earthy undertone to himâthe bark of freshly wet pine trees, a drop or two of eucalyptus, and thereâs a touch of citrus to him, too; orange or vanilla-lemon, itâs hard to tell.
Eddie wants to stick his nose in the crook of this guyâs neck. Wants to suckle on his skin. Lick a stripe from the underside of his jaw, down to his ankles, and back up all over his face.
But he just smiles, soft and pulling, and blinks up at him. âYeah, thatâs me,â he states softly. âWant me to write you one? It costs however much youâd like to pay.â
âHowever much?â His face goes a little complicated. The biggest, Muppet-esque frown Eddieâs ever seen, the pinch of his eyebrows, and a tilt to his head. Heâs gauging the near empty tip jar, from where his eyes seem to trail. âIsnât that a bad rule for business?â
Eddie shrugs. âI dunno. I know nothing about business. ButâŠItâs kept me afloat most of the time, so itâs not terrible.â
The guy makes a short grunt of assessment. âHm, okay,â he murmurs, âdo I pay you now or after?â
âAfter.â
âOkay,â he murmurs again. Even his voice is doing things to Eddie. Itâs all deep at the base of his throat. A little raspy as if he smokes cigarettes; probably does based on the curl of stale smoke Eddie smells from him as he settles into a stool. âI know that you usually do whatever prompt the customer gives, but Iâm sort ofâŠIâm pea for brains, so I canât really think of anything. Is it okay ifâŠCan you just pick something?â
Eddie tilts his head and looks off of the guyâs shoulder. Miffed at how downtrodden this stranger is on himself. He gazes back and asks, âCan I write about you?â
His eyes widen and he jolts in his seat just a fracture. âI mean, sure. If thatâs really the muse you want to go with.â And then he gives a self-deprecating chuckle. Eddie kind of wants to shake him by the shoulders and scream to the whole fucking galaxy about how beautiful he is. But he restrains. âNothing about the scars on the backs of my arms, though, please,â guy adds a moment later, so quiet that Eddie almost misses it. âItâs from a bad car accident and IâIâm just now getting back into the swing of wearing short sleeves.â
Nodding, Eddie says, âYou got it. And heyââ He takes the sleeve of his t-shirt and rolls it up. The shirtâs from an old club in high school, the Hellfire Club. Quarter sleeves to his elbows. But right above the crease of his left elbow is a long, scraggly, winding scar that creeps from the base of his neck. He even points to the side of his face, at the large swatch of scarring on his jaw. How Mr. Beautiful Stranger didnât notice it, Eddieâs unsure. ââI understand,â he states gently. âAlso from a bad wreck. It happens to the best of us,â he tries to joke.
And even his laughter melts Eddie. High pitched and unrestrained, giggles coming straight from his heart. âYeah, okay,â he sighs. âSure, Iâll be your muse.â
Eddie sets up his typewriter, at the start of the paper, two fingers down, not indented. âDo you care if I use your name as the title?â
âSteve,â he softly says, âand yours?â
The corners of Eddieâs mouth curl upwards lightly, just a little thing. âIâm Eddie. Some people around here will call me Ed, but you call me whatever you want.â
Steve hums. âHow about Eds? ActuallyâŠUnless thatâsâThat might be stupid, never mind.â
Barreling, Eddie just asks, âHow âbout I call you Stevie?â He grins with it. âWe can be Eds and Stevie, the unlikely duo.â
Another little fit of giggles, Eddieâs never felt so full. âOkay, Eds and Stevie, The Unlikely Duo. Thanks for not making me feel dumb.â
âYouâre only dumb if youâre a bigot. And, I could be wrong, but every aspect of you does not spell bigot. You seem like a nice guy, all things considered.â
Instead of a verbal response, all Eddie receives is a slow lull of silence. But when he looks up, Steve is staring right back. A soft, pleased smile on his face. Cheeks flushed. Itâs like heâs bursting at the seams with the approval. Maybe he is, Eddie considers, maybe nobodyâs ever told him that. And that thought gets shut down almost as fast as it formed, makes Eddieâs chest hurt just a little too much to work through.
âSo, Steve, whatâs got you out here this morning?â He works better with conversation, so hopefully Steve will give him this.
âOh,â Steve softly exclaims as if he wasnât expecting Eddie to talk to him. Or to acknowledge him. Or to even exist with him past this poem. âI come out here and feed birds on Saturday mornings. Technically, I donât think Iâm supposed to, but nobodyâs stopped me. Just ran out of seed and was sort of wandering around and remembered that you were here. Iâve never had interest in coming over here, but Iâve seen you, so it was just what my best friend told me that drew me over.â
âMm, word from mouth. All good things, I can only hope.â
Steve snorts. âYeah, amazing things, actually. She said you were really nice to her. She had come home from brunch with a few of her friends and they were tipsy.â He sighs, chuckling through it. âIt was noon on a Saturday when she came back to our apartment. And I could smell the alcohol on her. Think I wasâŠI had been sleepingâIâm a heavy sleeper and Iâm chronically fatigued all the time, so I tend to sleep in late. But she came into my room, shook my shoulder, and was a crying mess when I finally saw her. Asked her what was wrong. She just blubbered on and on about how a really nice guy wrote something really nice for her about her little friendship. And I justâŠI donât know. I wanna read something that makes me feel better about the world and maybe also reduces me to tears.â
Eddie stops where heâd been softly clacking away on his typewriter. He tends to type loud, but something about Steve makes him stop and appreciate even the air around him. Something about him just soothes Eddie. Also, the fact that he rambles is cute. Heâs good at silences. And heâs good at just talking.
âWell, I canât promise that itâll be the best thing youâve ever read,â Eddie slowly states. âI can try, though. I can try to write something beautiful.â
âYouâre writing about me, so Iâm not expecting it to be beautiful,â Steve quickly says. He backtracks though, stopped in his seat and wide-eyed. His mouth is agape and his cheeks are completely red now. âForget I said that. ThatâsâI struggle a lot with that and I promised my best friend that Iâd stop being so hard on myself, but it just isâŠautomatic.â
As nonchalant as possible, Eddie begins to type again. He confesses more towards his paper, trying to avoid the eye contact, âYou are beautiful, so thisâll come easy.â And then heâs met with that same slow lull of silence. The romantic kind of silence that Steve seems entirely attracted to. And, yeah actually, Eddie kind of appreciates it. The curve of the silence and the warmth of its face, the plushness of its lips in the ways it kisses the both of them. If Steve is so inclined to sit in this silence after admittances like that, maybe Eddie can learn to love them. If Steve wants more than just this poem.
Heâs at the final stanza when Steve begins to speak again.
âHave you ever written about yourself?â
âMmm, no,â Eddie murmurs, typing away, âno I donât think I have.â
Steve takes a grand breath. âYâknow, if you like writing about the beauty in things, you should write about yourself, too.â Heâs fiddling with his hands, focus elsewhere, when Eddie is openly staring at him again.
âYeah?â Eddie asks. Steve nods carefully, eyes shiny with nerves now. Heâs chewing on the inside of his right cheek. Eyes darting back and forth and back and forth. âYou think Iâm beautiful?â He meekly questions.
âYeah, I think so. Youâve got theseâŠhuge brown eyes that pull me in and theyâre sort of soft on your face, kind of like a deer, maybe a baby cow? I love those two, so donât be insulted. AndâŠYouâre always sitting in the sun, but youâre still sort of pale and it makes it easier to see all the little freckles youâve got. AndâI, for oneâlove freckles. I think that your hair is just wonderful. And IâI donât know, Iâve seen you around. Maybe Iâve thought about you a little too much.â His smile is sheepish and cute. Absolutely adorable.
Eddie grins. âIf I didnât know better, Iâd say youâre hitting on me.â He works the paper out of the typewriter, smooths the fine wrinkles at the bottom of the sheet, and then looks his writing over.
Steve gains a manly kind of confidence to him now. He leans forward, just a hair away from seeing what Eddie wrote, and talks low and smooth. âAnd if I was?â
He glances up, warming on the face. âIâd say that I like it andâŠyâknow, if my poem doesnât suck, I know a good cafe around here. Only if this is good and only if youâre interested.â
âShow me what you got, Eds. Iâll probably take you up on that lunch offer after.â
In the short few years Eddieâs been doing this, heâs never been nervous to present his work. But he hands the paper over, hands shaking and palms sweating. And waits, with bated breath, as Steve reads it over:
âââââ There is a glow to him. A cast of light that brightens the world as I know it. From just one glance of his smileâall pearl and pink and new I could tell there was something special to him.
Heâs sunshine, I believe. The very ball of light, the all encompassing warmth of a celestial body, the very thing that continues to sustain. There is love through him, within everything he does.
Just one look at him and Iâm refreshed. Even with very little, even with just appearances alone. May he know the way I was drawn inâmaybe that makes me Icarus. To want to know something so much, youâre ready for everything that comes with it; Even the chance to burn up, even the chance to merge with it, even the chance to only see it once.
May he know that before I knew his name, I knew his smile. Before I knew his name, I knew his trepidation. Before I knew his name, I knew his warmth.
Itâs not enough, to say heâs gorgeous. Thatâs not a strong enough word. But he is. Oh, how he is.
Heâs painted my world goldenâ I see sunlight with him.
May he know that Iâll carry his light in my chest, May he know that I selfishly want more. âââââ Finally, Steveâs attention goes back to Eddieâs face directly.
âI tried,â Eddie says, âit got away from me, though. And IâŠI didnât write exactly how youâre beautiful. But thereâs something about youâSomething so out of this world, beyond what anybody could ever possibly comprehend. You seem like somebody worth knowing, worth being around.â He swallows hefty when Steve continues to just stare. His face is completely unreadable. âYou approached my table and I couldnât keep my eyes off of you. Just sucked me right in, every part of you. Sorry if thisâŠIf this wasnât what you were looking for.â
Though, when Eddie is only met with that silence from earlier, he takes the opportunity to stare a little longer. At the high flush of Steveâs cheeks. The fine sheen of his eyes. Thereâs a little pinch between his eyebrows and a twist to his mouth.
âMy best friend,â Steve wetly murmurs, âshe always tells me that Iâm the light of her world. And Iââ He sighs, the sound a lot choked and stuttering. ââI donât know. Iâve never been able to believe her. I always just thought she was biased or something.â He looks down at the paper again, his thumbs running along the margins reverently. Steve sniffles. âI used to not be a very good person. Used to say things just because I heard them, because I knew they were bad. And it tookâŠGod, it took so long to relearn everything. To find myself, to figure out who I was outside of my bigoted family. Even then, I always thought I was justâŠâ He shrugs. âI thought that I was destined for a lifetime of loneliness or something because nobody wanted to be around me. Because they thought I was one way, when I was really the other. Or they could only see me as I was, not who I am.â
Steve looks up to Eddie again. There are tear streaks down his cheeks. Wet and glistening in the little bit of light breaking through the clouds. With the sunlight on him, heâs even brighter than Eddie anticipated. Itâs sort of unfair, too, how beautiful he is even when he cries.
âThank you for this, Eds,â Steve quietly says, âyou have no idea how much this means to me.â
âYou wanted to feel better about your world. I wanted to show you something thatâs changed mine, I suppose.â Eddie sits slumped in his stool, hands between his knees, pulling and twisting at his rings. He chews on his bottom lip. âAnd I meant what I said earlier, Stevie. You seem like a really nice guy. A good guy.â
Slowly, and oh so gently, Steve places a tentative hand to Eddieâs left forearm. His gaze has softened, sweetened. Heâs smiling this small, appreciative, pleased thing. And Eddie can already feel the sun burn developing. âYou are, too. Really, Eds. You have no idea what your art does for the world, who youâre helping.â His thumb absentmindedly is stroking over Eddieâs skin. Hand heavy and warm and firm, comforting. Grounding. Sustaining Eddie. âIf you meant the other thing you said earlier, Iâd like to get something with you at that cafe. Iâd like to get to know you.â
âStevie, youâd be doing me an honor. Just let me pack up here, yeah?â He pulls away, hesitantly, unfortunately. And he begins to collapse all his equipment. Putting the typewriter in its case. The stools folded neatly under his arm.
âOh, let me pay you first before you putââ
âDonât worry about that. Iâm getting a nice lunch date and a beautiful guy out of this, I donât need the money.â
Steve grunts. He pops a hip out, crosses his arms over his chest with the poem still carefully held in his grip, and pouts. Eddie kind of likes that heâs a bit bitchy, too. Good guys can have fun, too. âFine,â Steve huffs. âLet me pay for the lunch, though. My treat.â
Eddie gently rolls his eyes and smirks. âYouâve got a little spice to you, sunshine. I like that. Burn me up and maybe Iâll write more about you.â
âKeep it in your pants, Eds. We havenât even left the park.â
âNo promises.â
đââââââââđ Thank you again for this prompt, it was a lot of fun <33
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WAKING ZB1 UP FOR A KISS
pairing zb1 (ot8) x gn!reader
genre fluff, a bit suggestive in matthewâs
masterlist<3
â zhang hao
hao came back from practice, obviously tired
and went straight to bed đ
no shower, no âgoodnightâ
of course, you didnât mind because hao is always working so hard that he deserves all the rest he could get
but you just couldnât sleep without a kiss from him đ
he felt your twists and turns and woke up asking âare you okay?â
you felt bad for waking him up but you couldnât lie to him
âi canât sleep.. i know youâre tired but can i have a goodnight kiss?â
heâs mentally blaming himself for forgetting to do that đŠ
but either way, he thinks youâre so cute that you canât sleep without a kiss from him
âiâm sorry for forgetting.. come here and letâs get some sleep.â
â sung hanbin
hanbin never forgets to give you kisses
ig you just wanted more (who doesnât?) đ€
he was sleeping so soundly that you almost felt bad
he seems like a light sleeper to me
âhanbinâŠâ you shake his shoulder softly
eyes fluttering open âhmm..? whatâs wrong?â he says, turning to face you
âwell.. itâs kinda dumb..â you fiddle with your fingers
that damn smile he had could kill millions đ€
âany thought of yours isnât dumb. tell me.â
âi just wanted another kiss..â
he starts giggling sm
âjust one? are you sure?â
â seok matthew
you wanted a kiss, nothing else
so you woke him up
or atleast tried to.. đ
âfive more minutes..â pulling the blanket over his head
âmatthew! i want a kiss!â you whined, attempting to pull the blanket back down
suddenly heâs awake
âyou want a kiss?â âyesâ
has a smirk âoh my god! youâre so whipped for me!â
becomes so cocky âi bet you love my lips on you.â đ«ą
he finally gives you a kiss like you wanted tho
âdo you want a kiss somewhere else too?â
â shen ricky
you had trouble sleeping this particular night
and thought it was a good idea to get a kiss from ricky
âricky.. can you wake up..?â you ask, tapping his shoulder lightly
he responds w incoherent sounds
pls let the boy sleep đ
âricky.. i canât sleep. can i have a kiss?â
instantly wakes up
âa kiss? suddenly?â he asks but still gives you a kiss
he becomes soooo shy after that đ€
like his ears are so red but its dark so you canât see them
tries to keep his cool
âletâs try sleeping, okay?â
â park gunwook
i think heâs a pretty light sleeper
not light light but light enough to wake up easily
you pat his shoulder and heâs instantly like
âwhatâs going on?â he says, voice groggy
turns around to face you, eyes half shut
âhi gunwook.â đ
doesnât respond and just stares
âcan i give you a kiss?â
yep, heâs the one that asks instead đ«
pulls you closer to him and kisses your forehead
âcan we stay like this forever?â
â kim taerae
taerae wasnât fully asleep
like he was about to sleep
his eyes were shut but he could feel your stare
âis there something you need?â he asks, pulling you closer to him by the waist đ«
no response but he noticed you staring at his lips
has that wide smile
maybe lets out a giggle or two bcuz he thinks youâre so cute like that
âmm.. you want a kiss?â and you instantly nod đ€
even WIDER smile
eventually kisses your whole face
âso cute..â
â kim gyuvin
usually you can sleep just fine because thereâs no room for kisses or âgoodnightsâ when he falls asleep the minute he plops down onto bed đ€
but you just felt the need to have a kiss from gyuvin today
you tapped his shoulder. no response
poked his cheek. nope
pat his hea- âwhat is it?â he asks, a bit annoyed
âcan i have a kiss?â he was taken aback
âyou woke me up for a kiss?â âyeah?â
just falls back asleep đ
âfine! iâll go ask some from someone els-â
instantly sits up and attacks you with kisses đ„°
âshut up, go to sleep.â
â kim jiwoong
jiwoong fell asleep while cuddling you and didnât give you a kiss
and you couldnât just sleep without his kiss !
so you woke him up
âjiwoong⊠jiwoong.. jiwoong!â you finally let out a whisper-yell
his eyes immediately open, a bit startled đŠ
âhi. hello. what happened?â
âyou didnât give me a kissâ you pout
he smiles and pulls you closer to his chest
literally kisses you to sleep
sings you a lullaby too đ«¶
âgoodnight, my love.â
© keiwook | 2023
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Hiii! I love your posts!đ„° I was wondering if I could request a phinks x reader something like them play fighting or wrestling then it leads to something else đââïž thx!
Thank you for your request đ€âš I wasnât sure if you wanted something âš spicy âš or not, so I just kept it simple. I hope you still like it though and if you want I can write a part 2 đ
Word count: 1180
Warnings: suggestive, thatâs all
âHuh?â, he smirked as he tilted his head, âYou canât be seriousâ. âI know Iâm strongerâ, you tilted your chin in the air. âYo, little Fei. Whatâd you think? Tell her how sheâs no match fo-â. âSheâs strongerâ, the dark-haired man interrupted coldly. âW-what?!â, Phinks was practically fuming. âSee?â, you smuggly answered, âEveryone knows that Iâm strongerâ. âReally, huh?â, the blonde smirked, âIs that right?â. Your brows pulled together as your eyes studied his. âStraighten upâ, Nobunaga gritted through his teeth, âFocus on the mission, will you? Boss was already dissapointed in us last timeâ.
Your cheeks reddened as you felt his eyes glued to your face.
âI told you I was sorryâ, you stubbornly mumbled underneath your breath. âSorry?â, Phinks chuckled, âIt was your fault that girl got away. Boss will never find another ability like hers. Youâre lucky we found her againâ. âShut up, Phinks! As if you never-â. Without any warning, you felt the cold metal tip of Feitanâs umbrella pressed against your back. âShut itâ, his voice threatingly quiet, âSheâs comingâ.
â-
âSo, what were you saying?â, Phinks loosely held his beer in his hand. âWhat?â, you frowned. Both of you were sitting on the ground in your hotel room.
You didnât know how you two got here. At least not exactly. You remembered going to get some drinks with Feitan, but of course that cold-hearted idiot wanted to leave after a few. Unlike the two of you. And now, it was 5 AM and you were both drunk in your hotel room, laughing over nothing.
âYou said you were stronger than me, didnât you?â, he towered over you as he balanced his beer on your head. âI amâ, you looked up at him.
âCuteâ, his eyes widened for a second before he quickly regained his stoic expression. âH-huh?â, you smacked against his wrist. âWhat?!â, he quickly straightend himself. âDid you just call me cute?â, you tried to stand up but it seemed you had a little bit too much to drink. âPatheticâ, a smirk on his face, âYou really think you can beat me?â.
You frowned as he took a step closer, swooping his arm around your back to keep you from falling again.
âI know I can take you!â, you pushed him away as you sat down on the edge of your bed. âOh yeah?â, a smirk as he straightened himself, âProof itâ. âProof it? Right now?â, you frowned. âRight nowâ, he smugly crossed his arms but before he could do so you had already swooped your leg underneath him. âS-shitâ, he grunted as he rubbed the back of his head.
Maybe those beers werenât a good idea after all.
âWhatâs wrong? Thought you were strongerâ, you smirked as you placed your feet beside his head. The blonde instantly turned his head. Did you not realize you were wearing a skirt? âD-donât stand over me when youâre wearing that!â, a blush on his face as he grabbed your ankles, pulling you down.
This wasnât any better. Nope. This wasnât better at all.
His cheeks were bright red as you were now sitting on his chest, your legs spread next to his head. âI-iâ, the blonde stumbled over his words as he noticed your pink slip. âP-pervert!â, your whole body tensed as you raised your leg in the air, smacking your foot against his forehead. âIâm not!â, he hastily threw you off him. âTskâ, you pressed your eyes together as the blow was a little harder than you anticipated. âPervert!â, you turned to the side and started to punch him against his shoulder. âStop that!â, he grabbed both of your wrists.
He cursed himself as you started kicking him. This was no good.
âI didnât mean toâ, he grunted as he pinned your arms next to your head, his knee in between your legs.
Was it because you were drunk or⊠No. His eyes were beautiful, even when you were sober you thought soâŠ
A blush? Why were you blushing like that? Why were your eyes fixed on his? âHuh? Whatâs wrong?â, he frowned; unable to read your unspoken words. âN-nothing!â, you hastily looked away.
Was he really this oblivious? Wasnât it obvious what you wanted?
He suddenly became painfully aware of how fragile your wrists felt; how soft your cheeks seemed; how your chest was heaving up and down underneath him⊠âT-tskâ, he clenched his jaw. âG-get off meâ, you barely whispered.
Phinks stayed quiet for a minute, his grip tightening slightly. He couldnât understand what was happening. He never thought of you like this. Sure, you were beautiful but so were the other girls in the Troupe. He never wanted toâŠ
âW-what are you-â, you tried to protest as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. âShut upâ, his cheeks were bright red. âWho do you think you a-â
He crashed his lips against yours. There was no point in letting you finish your sentence. He knew you. You were too stubborn to admit this was what you wanted.
âY-you-â, your eyes widened as your body relaxed under his touch. âYou wanted me to, right?â, his gaze failed to meet yours. âI guess soâ, you pouted. âS-so do you-â, his cheeks redder then ever. âYes, idiotâ, you were too embarrassed to admit it in any other way.
This time around, he decided to take his time. With a gentle touch he explored your soft skin.He let his digits hover across your jawline until his thumb softly stroked across your lips.
Despite his appearance, Phinks was a soft man with a gentle heart. âAre you doing this because youâre drunk or because you want to?â, you quietely asked, forcing him out of his trance .
âBoth, I guessâ, his eyes were still glued to your lips, âIâd never do this if I was sober. Iâm not that kind of manâ. âThen what kind of man are you?â.
It was a simple question but still, he failed to answer it.
âNot the kind that would kiss his collegueâ, his brows pulled together. âA collegue?â, your eyes searched for his, âWeâre friends, Phinks. Weâre not colleguesâ.
Did that mean it was okay to take things further? Would it take away all the shame and guilt in the morning?
âEven soâŠâ, he murmured, âFriends donât do this eitherâ. âI-I guess notâ, your heart sank to your stomach.
âWhat are we doingâ, he clenched his jaw as he moved away from you. âL-letâs just forget about this, okay?â, you stood up. âI donât want toâ, he thought out loud as frustration got the best of him.
Everything felt wrong. Everything except you.
âPhinks-â, you gently grabbed his arm, âItâs fine-â.
Why? Why did he kiss you again?
Your hands gently cupped his cheeks as he pulled you closer. Phinks easily picked you up once he realised this wasnât enough for him. He needed more of you.
âY-you want this?â, you looked up at him as he gently laid you down on the bed. âI need thisâ, a hungry look in his eyes, âI need youâ.
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Dating HCs for any of the following?
Juuzou Shima, Satan, Lucifer, Shiro Fujimoto, or Mephisto? đđ»đđ»
I saw you don't know the limit so feel free to choose whoever you feel most comfortable writing đ„°
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Hi Blue cat Nonnie!
Thank you for requesting! i hope this is of you liking, lease let me know what you think!
Tsuki's note: Out of these i picked Juuzo and Mephisto! Please go check my wors related to Shiro and Lucifer !
Juuzo:
Juuzo is the oldest sibling of the Shima family and that means he has a lot on his plate.
That being said, your dates may be interrupted by calls about family issues, about Renzo or about exorcism.
The man does try to make time for you though! It's just some things cannot be delayed, like a demon eating people.
Exactly because of these responsibilities he has, he became a reliable man and partner.
You count on him for anything you need!
I feel like Juuzo lies on the lowkey romantic guy.
He will leave notes for you around the house to take care of yourself or leave little treats for you.
He knows all favourites.
He may come off as blunt when telling you he loves you, but, he doesn't say it quite often.
Juuzo strongly believes you know you are loved.
In the scenario you feel down or upset, he will offer you a big bear hug!
Talking about hugs, Juuzo enjoys being the small spoon, but he prides himself of being the man to protect you - you have to convince him to allow you to spoon him.
He blushes alot when you request it, it's adorable.
The man enjoys home dates more than anything, but if you feel like going out he is all in!
Also the kind of guy that loves being pampered, will never admit it, but his favourite nurse is you.
He worries a lot about your safety, regardless if you are an exorcist or not.
After all you may get backlash from being his partner or die in a mission.
Please reassure him you will be safe, ok?
Mephisto:
Dating Mephisto is a wild ride.
It's hard to tell what he is thinking or if he is telling you the truth sometimes.
But exactly because it is hard to know what he is thinking about, it also make it all very fun.
Surprise dates, fancy dinners, amusement parks, you name it!
It all happens suddenly and in a drop of the hat.
Mephisto really enjoys gifting you clothes.
He balances it out between your's and his taste.
The demon also enjoys gifting you things, it can be something completely random or just flowers.
He knows about everything you like and he does an excellent job at gifting you something you would love!
Mephisto enjoys having you on his lap while he watches something from above on that fancy chairs of his.
Would you fit next to him? Probably, but lap is better.
The demon is unhinged, so brace yourself.
Expect anime dates.
He doesn't care if you are human or not, an exorcist or not.
If you are an exorcist you, he won't treat you very different regarding missions.
But he may ask for the report to be... a little too close, you know?
Mephisto also likes to have you depend on him "oh my poor little lamb, are you in need of you saviour?"
Adores when you hold him in his dog form.
But like i said before, sometimes is hard to know if he is telling the truth.
Obviously you get upset and start to overthink.
He notices you are a bit aloof. And he sort of knows why - no one trusts him in the order and the rumors doesn't help you at all.
So, whenever this happens, he takes the day off to be with you.
Anything you want. He will not answer any calls, go to the school, nope.
It's a day for you and you only.
Mephisto will also say some cheesy things to you - like pickup lines or beautiful sayings.
He tries really hard to shake your insecurities away.
In the end of the day, the best he proves to truly love you on a normal day to day thing.
How? By choosing you over anything else, unconsciously.
He does care about you a lot, the demon is willing to sacrifice whatever in order to keep you safe.
Of course, he wouldn't let you know about the lengths he is willing to go to protect you - he knows it may upset you.
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Thank you for reading!
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Part 1 Where Do We Go Now- Lando Norris X Reader
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y/ngaslyâïž:Another year around the sun with you. Max I love you more than anything in this world. This year you became a two time world champion I am so beyond proud of you. Thank you for loving me for who I am. And supporting me even though I donât work for Red Bull. Max you are my friend I love you endlessly and canât wait for our future together. Hereâs to the new year - tagged maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1âïž: The love of my life. I love you so much beautiful. So blessed to have you by my side these last four years. You are my lucky charm I donât know what Iâd do with you Y/N. Hereâs to us and a new year!!
redbullracing âïž: come be our reserve driver miss gasly đ
landonorrisâïž: reply to redbullracing: nope!! sheâs ours and sheâs the best you canât take her ever.
landonorrisâïž: Iâm so single but thanks for taking care of my best friend max! Happy new year
pierregaslyâïž: happy new year to you both
alexalbonâïž: second best couple
mclarenâïž: we love you not max just you đ
y/ngaslyâïž: reply to mclaren: love you guys more than max đ„°
maxverstappen1âïž: reply to y/ngasly: umm?? hello Iâm right here as you replied
f1fan: I just know Lando is logged in to the mclaren account
landonorrisâïž: reply to f1fan: đ
y/nxmax4ever: FOUR YEARS??
maxfan33: max put a ring on her already
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Your POV
âSo you excited for the first raceâ I said. âYou know you could still join me at Red Bullâ Max said. âMax I love you but Iâm happyâ I said. âI know you are just blue suits you betterâ Max said. âHmmm okay letâs the going to the trackâ I said.
We drove to the track for the first race of the new season. I walked in with Max. As always the Netflix cameras were filming us.
âHow was the break for the lovely power coupleâ the producers asked. âIt was wonderfulâ I said. âWould be even better if she took the Red Bull dealâ Max said I laughed. âNeverâ I said. âAlright this is me love youâ Max said kissing me.
âLove youâ I said giving him a kiss as he walked into the Red Bull paddock. âSo you didnât take the dealâ the producers asked. âPersonally Iâm a McLaren girl soâ I said with a smile. âY/Nâ Lando yelled from the McLaren paddock.
âLanâ I said running over and hugging him. âI missed my best friend so muchâ Lando said. âI missed you too Lanâ I said. âGot some good strategies for meâ Lando said sitting beside me. I opened up my laptop. âYes I do so please pay attentionâ I said.
âAlright Iâm listening I promiseâ Lando said with a smile. âOkay good let me pull up the last statsâ I said. âYou organize everything huhâ Lando asked. âItâs better to be organized Lanâ I said.
LaterâŠ
Lando was in P2 of this race. Max was in P1. I was trying to figure out a good strategy for him. People always thought Iâd favor Max over Lando. But when it came to racing. Lando was top priority to me.
I love Max I do. But Iâm not working for Red Bull. And Iâm here to make sure Lando comes out on top.
âLando the gap to Max is 1.8 seconds nowâ I said. âThereâs one lap left do you think I have time to passâ Lando said over the radio. âThe team doesnât wanna risk the position Landoâ I said. Zak nodded. âWhat do you think though Y/Nâ Lando asked.
âLan P2 is great and Oscar is P4 we will have good pointsâ I said he sighed. ââŠokay Y/N thatâs fine then loveâ Lando said. âLove Landoâ I said he laughed. âIâm sorry.. okay so how was thatâ Lando said.
He crossed the finish line in P2.
âP2 Lando congratulations thatâs major points and a podiumâ I said smiling. âThank you so much Y/N great strategy todayâ Lando said. âGreat race Lan we are proud of youâ I said. âNext time we get that P1 Y/Nâ Lando said.
âDefinitely Lando your day is coming I know thatâ I said. âI couldnât do it without you thank you for being hereâ Lando said.
We then went over to Lando. I hugged him.
âGood jobâ I said. âYou had the best ideaâ Lando said. âI am pretty great arenât Iâ I said. âYou are indeedâ Lando said. âOscar great raceâ I said hugging him. âI might need your help tooâ Oscar said. âNope sheâs all mineâ Lando said.
I then saw Max looking over at me.
âGo get himâ Lando said. âYeah go be all cute togetherâ Oscar said. I ran over and hugged Max. He picked me up and spun me around. âMy lucky charmâ Max said I kissed him. âAm Iâ I said.
âYou are always my lucky charmâ Max said. âI love youâ I said kissing his cheek. âI love you moreâ Max said. âI gotta go with my team but Iâm proud of youâ I said. âIâll see you afterâ Max said.
After all the celebrating. Max and I went back to our apartment to enjoy the rest of the evening.
âWould you stop cleaningâ Max said picking me up. âMax I gotta before we leave againâ I said he set me down on the couch. âNo no not tonightâ Max said. âYour so meanâ I said he bent down and kissed me.
âYou look good in a Red Bull shirtâ Max said. âTell anyone and Iâll steal your tiresâ I said. âWhoâs gonna help you do thatâ Max said. âRoscoe Iâll have you know Iâm his favoriteâ I said. âSo if anything goes missing it was you and Rosâ Max said.
âMmmhâ I said. âSo what do you want to do and donât say cleaningâ Max said. âI actually wanna talk to you about somethingâ I said. âWhatâs upâ Max said. âDo you think weâd ever get marriedâ I said he sat up. âI donât knowâ Max said.
âWeâve just been together for four years I mean I want a future with youâ I said. âI just donât knowâ Max said. âMax.. youâve known that I want to get married and have kidsâ I said. âBut we are so youngâ Max said. âCan you just answer the question would you marry meâ I said.
âY/N⊠I
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