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All the Good That's Left |1: Been Here Before|

Pairing: Jax Teller x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.9k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Teller Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; ex's to lovers , fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, sexual tension, smut, an Alaskan road trip on Jax's bike (more tags to possibly come)

Summary: After the past year of helping your childhood best friend with planning her wedding, that feeling of having lost yourself since leaving Charming had only grown. Eight years later, her wedding finally pulls you back to the small town for a single weekend, but in the hopes of clearing your head, you plan to disappear on a solo road trip to Alaska the day after. Though when you unexpectedly run into your ex, old emotions rise straight to the surface, and when Jax refuses to let you disappear again, he invites himself on your weeks-long trip–but is there anything left to salvage between you both after all this time?

a/n: Planning this to be a miniseries, but I love Alaska and I couldn't resist the idea of riding around on the back of Jax's bike for a road trip while also dealing with the forced proximity between two ex's (and repeated one bed trope??). As usual, my Readers lack a name and physical description, but they are portrayed as a character for the sake of telling a story. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

tag list: @mariamadison6-blog @kmc1989 @inlovewithcharliehunnam

It still felt surreal to be back in your hometown. Everything looked almost exactly the same as it had since the last time you’d walked through downtown Charming, even if there were a few new businesses. Granted, a handful of them appeared as if they'd gone under and were sitting vacant as you scanned the shops along the street.

The summer sun overhead warmed you to an almost unbearable degree this afternoon, the heat only adding to your current exhaustion. You’d had an early flight in this morning and would have preferred a nap at your hotel instead of running an errand for your best friend, but you couldn’t deny a stressed out bride the day before her wedding. Especially considering you were the maid of honor. Admittedly, you’d been hoping to stay on the outskirts of Charming for the entirety of this weekend, hoping not to step foot into the actual town. Because being in Charming increased your risk of a run-in you weren’t quite certain you would ever be prepared for.

Keeping your attention fixed near the end of the street as you walked, you spotted Sweet Tooth Bakery exactly where you remembered it. The bakery had been in Charming ever since you were a kid, and it was somewhere you’d frequented often over the years when you’d lived here. Besides appearing more worn and rundown, the dated little shop looked just as it had in your memories from all of the times you’d visited in the past. Especially all of those times you had come here with Jax after–

No. You had promised yourself that you’d keep your thoughts off of him for the duration of this weekend. You didn’t need to go reminiscing about things from eight years ago, dredging up old memories you’d spent a long time trying to shove far from your mind.

Pushing open the door of the bakery, the bell above it chimed lightly. The elderly Mrs. Walker glanced up from her place behind the register as you stepped inside, a polite and friendly smile on her face.

“Hey, Mrs. Walker, I’m just here to drop off the final deposit for Allison Nelson’s wedding cake,” you explained, holding up the check in your hand. “Bride was a bit busy today so she delegated the task to me.”

There was a brief moment as you made your way over to the counter where Mrs. Walker’s brows drew together, a contemplative expression crossing her face as she examined you closely. And then, almost as if it had just dawned on her, she exclaimed your name loudly through the empty shop.

“Yes,” you said with a smile, sliding the check towards her along the counter, “it's me.”

“Oh, dear, I haven’t seen you in here in such a long time. You know, I remember when you and Allison used to come in here every Sunday morning after your sleepovers,” Mrs. Walker gushed, pointing a fond finger at you. “I remember you girls would still be in your pajamas looking like you hadn’t slept a wink, always picking out cupcakes for breakfast.” Her smile faltered a little as she added on, “Granted, that was back before you used to come in here with that unruly young man who is still quite the–”

“You know, I actually have to get back to the hotel soon,” you cut her off quickly, not wanting to delve into a conversation about your ex. “Rehearsal dinner is in a few hours and I’m obviously not going dressed like this.”

With a tight smile on your face, you gestured to the casual attire you currently were wearing. Mrs. Walker gave you a once over before she nodded in understanding, the smile returning to her face. She grabbed the check you’d set on the countertop before turning, speaking over her shoulder as she headed towards the backroom.

“I’ll be right back with a receipt for Allison, you just wait here,” she said.

With a sharp exhale, you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced down at the display case before you. There was an array of baked goods inside that also looked just as you remembered–everything from cupcakes to cookies to brownies. A small smile tugged at your lips when you spotted the lemon crinkle cookies. Mrs. Walker only ever made them during the warmer months and they had always been Jax’s favorite. Back in high school when you were a senior and Jax was a recently patched Son who’d long since dropped out of school, he’d often convinced you to cut class and disappear with him on his bike for a little adventure. Afterwards, the pair of you always ended up here for something sweet to end your little outing, and every time Jax picked out those cookies. He’d always end up with a bit of powdered sugar on his mouth and in his scruff that you would always have to clean off of him, running your fingers through the blonde hairs around his lips and–

“Here you are, dear.”

The sound of Mrs. Walker’s voice broke straight through your thoughts, your head darting up as the smile vanished from your face. Reaching across the counter, you grabbed the receipt for Allison from her hand and shoved the thoughts of Jax right out of your head. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about him.

“Thank you,” you replied. “I’ll make sure I get this to the bride.”

Turning around, you’d gone to exit the shop, but Mrs. Walker called your name again. The sound of it caused you to pause just in front of the door. Glancing back behind you, you saw her smiling again at you.

“Come back in again sometime, dear,” she told you. “It’s been too long.”

A small, sheepish smile broke out across your face. “Oh, well, I’m actually only here for Allison’s wedding this weekend,” you explained to her. “I’m not back in Charming. I leave in a couple of days.”

Mrs. Walker’s smile faltered before she nodded. “Shame,” she replied softly.

With a final smile at her, you slipped your phone out of your pocket as you pushed the bakery door open and stepped back out into the uncomfortable heat of the day. As you scrolled for Allison’s number in your recent contacts, the loud and familiar rumble of motorcycles in the distance caught your attention. Heart hammering in your chest at that particular sound, you tried your hardest not to let it affect you as you pushed the call button to dial Allison. Holding the phone up to your ear, you felt a nervous twist of your stomach at the thundering noise of bikes growing louder as they drew closer.

“Please, please tell me you took care of the check,” Allison’s voice answered after one ring.

“Wow, hello to you too, future Mrs. Blake,” you teased.

Allison huffed over the line at your tone, clearly unamused with your sass today. Though you supposed you couldn’t blame her considering how stressed she was about her wedding tomorrow. Just as you were about to respond to her question, a handful of bikes went speeding their way through the downtown street beside you. Almost instinctively you glanced over your shoulder at the noise, already aware of who you’d find–the Sons. With how they’d all been riding past so quickly with their helmets, sunglasses, and kuttes on, you weren’t exactly certain who’d been amongst the group. Not that you were looking for anyone in particular, of course.

Quickly diverting your gaze away from the back of the herd of bikers, you focused your attention on your phone call and reminded yourself that it didn’t matter anyway if you did happen to see him. You were only here for a weekend for your best friend’s wedding, and then you’d be disappearing for a few weeks to Alaska before heading back to your life in Michigan. It wasn’t like you could reconnect with him this weekend. Besides, considering the lifestyle he led with the club, you were certain Jax had long since forgotten about you. It wasn’t like there wouldn’t have been plenty of other women for him to move on from you with.

“Yeah, I just dropped the check off with Mrs. Walker,” you assured her as you continued down the sidewalk and away from the bakery. “She gave me some sort of receipt that I’m sure your anal ass wants for your records or whatever. I’ll drive your car back up to the hotel and drop it off before I get ready for the rehearsal.”

“Good, because I need you ready by four,” she told you. “Which is in a couple of hours. So you’ve got no time to waste.”

“Which means unfortunately no nap for me, so I hope you don't expect me to be the best conversationalist this evening,” you joked back.

Turning, you stepped off of the sidewalk and through an empty parking spot as you held the phone to your ear, continuing to listen to Allison rattle off more information about the rehearsal and the dinner tonight. But just as you’d stopped to check for traffic before crossing the street, you stopped dead in your tracks. Because parked just a space away from where you stood was a man sitting and idling on a motorcycle just staring at you. And judging by the leather kutte and the blonde hair peaking out beneath his helmet, you had a feeling you knew exactly who it was.

Allison's voice in your ear faded away in that moment, your phone call completely forgotten as you stood there feeling like all the air in your lungs had been knocked straight out of you. It had been eight long years since you'd last stepped foot into Charming. Eight years since you'd last seen or spoken to Jax. Now there he was sitting on his bike just staring right at you.

“Al, I'll call you back,” you muttered quickly into the phone.

“It's him, isn't it?” Allison asked, her tone shifting at the change in yours. “I thought I heard bikes in the background. You know, I had a feeling–”

“I’ll talk to you later,” you replied more firmly.

Lowering the phone from your ear, your gaze remained fixed on Jax sitting on his motorcycle about ten feet away as you ended the call. It felt like all you could do was stand there and stare back at him, not entirely sure you were actually seeing what you were seeing, as if he was some sort of figment of your imagination that your brain had conjured up just because of where you found yourself after all this time. But the sound of his idling bike seemed quite real.

How had he recognized you so easily when he’d ridden by so fast? Why had he even stopped? Didn’t he have better things he needed to be doing with the club right now? Hadn’t he forgotten all about you since you left all those years ago, just like you’d always told yourself? A myriad of questions were racing rapidly through your mind, but all you could do was stand there speechless with your stomach knotting inside of you and your heart thrumming in your throat.

A moment later, he cut the engine of his bike and a tense silence fell around the both of you. Nervously your tongue darted out, wetting your lips as you gripped your phone in your hand. You wondered how this encounter was about to play out. Despite the fact that the breakup between you both years ago had been mutual, it had still been plenty painful on both sides. And the years’ long silence that followed had certainly left you feeling hollow.

Knowing you couldn't just walk off and head back to the hotel without saying something to him, you hesitantly took one careful step towards him, but then you stopped. His expression was impossible to read with the sunglasses on, and that was only growing the sense of dread in the pit of your stomach.

“Jax?” you cautiously called over.

There was a brief moment after you said his name where he tensed on the bike before his hands came up, undoing the buckle on his helmet before he finally rose from the seat. Mouth going completely dry, you watched as he dismounted his bike and hung the helmet over his handlebars. Afterwards, he slowly sauntered his way over towards you while remaining silent. You noticed he still walked with that same swagger in his gait that you’d always remembered. Standing there nearly holding your breath in anticipation, you weren't sure whether you were about to be met with anger, indifference, or something else entirely from him.

Jax came to a halt just a few feet away from you, staring at where you'd still remained standing in the empty parking space on the street. One of his hands reached up, pulling the sunglasses from off of his face and no longer obstructing his blue eyes from your view.

In that moment, all you could do was take in the sight of him. He’d clearly grown up over the years, that much was obvious. His facial hair had grown in thicker, his hair now slicked back instead of hanging shaggy and loose around his face like you remembered. He looked more hardened than the young Jax you'd known, but if you looked closely enough, you swore you could still see the traces of the eighteen year old you’d once loved still there, especially in those eyes of his.

Eyes which were currently surveying you just as closely as you’d been taking stock of him. You felt your face heat just a bit under the weight of his roaming gaze. He wasn’t being remotely subtle about the way his eyes were running over you, and even after all of this time, you hated to admit that he still had an effect on you.

Eventually, his eyes made their way back up your body until they once more met yours. And then his lips pulled upwards into a small smile tinged with a trace of melancholy.

“It's been a long time, darlin’,” he greeted you, his familiar voice a soft, smooth rumble.

And just like that, everything felt like it was rushing back to you. All the times you’d cut class and disappeared from Charming clinging to him on the back of his bike, finding quiet trails outside of town and spending hours alone together. The times you’d spent forcing Jax to study for his GED after he’d dropped out of high school, even bribing him with some sexual incentives if he focused and studied. The times he’d sneak over to your house in the middle of the night, slipping through your bedroom window so no one would know that he’d spent the whole night curled up against you asleep in your bed. All the parties at the clubhouse Jax had brought you to, the guys never giving a shit that you were still only seventeen and drinking their beer. The whispered words, the lingering looks, the charming smiles flashed back at you as he drove his bike.

Everything. All of it hit you all at once.

“Yeah,” you agreed quietly. “A really long time.”

Another heavy silence hung in the air between you both, the weight of so much unspoken impossible to ignore. You didn't even know where to begin, or if you even should.

Jax jutted his chin at you, the first to break the palpable tension. “What’re you doing back here?”

Clearing your throat, you tried to ignore all of the memories still trying to rise to the surface. It was like the sight of him had opened a floodgate and now you were drowning in all of them.

“I’m here for a wedding,” you answered. “Allison Nelson's. You remember her?”

Jax’s eyes narrowed in contemplation, his gaze dropping down towards your hand still clutching your phone. After a brief pause, he finally nodded as something like recognition crossed his features.

“Right, yeah,” he replied, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “I remember. You two were always together. She’s getting married?”

“Tomorrow, yeah,” you answered. “I uh, I'm her maid of honor. Obviously.”

Jax bit his lip, fighting back a grin as he nodded his head again. “Obviously,” he repeated lightly.

Your grip tightened on your phone, wringing it nervously in your hands. What were you supposed to say in this situation? Especially considering you needed to get back to the hotel soon and get ready for the rehearsal and the dinner. There was far too much history to cram into a brief, few minute run-in.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Jax admitted, breaking through your thoughts. “Been so long, I figured nothing would ever bring you back.”

Glancing down at the pavement, you couldn’t ignore the way his words sounded. As if, somehow, he’d never completely just forgotten you like you had always assumed. That maybe he'd been hoping you'd come back. But that was ridiculous, wasn't it?

“And I’m…guessing you’re just back for that wedding?” he continued hesitantly.

Throat tightening, you tried to swallow down the emotions welling up within you. You nodded as you looked back up at him. He still looked so goddamn good even after all of this time. It was unfair, really.

“Yeah,” you answered softly. “I leave Sunday morning. So I’m…really just here for a couple of days.”

There was a flicker of something that passed behind his blue eyes at your response. You weren’t entirely certain of what it was, though. But you didn't have long to think about it before Jax was speaking again.

“If the wedding is Saturday, does that mean you’re busy tonight?” he asked. “Do you just have plans for tomorrow?”

His question caught you off guard. Was he going to ask you to spend time with him? And had that actually sounded like hope in his voice, or were you just imagining that?

“Well, I have the wedding rehearsal before the rehearsal dinner tonight,” you answered slowly. Chewing your lip, you looked down at the phone in your hand, checking the time on the screen. Your heart sank to your stomach before you met his gaze again. “Which I actually need to get back to the hotel and get ready for soon.”

A muscle feathered in his cheek at your reply, his jaw tensing as he stood there watching you. Shifting on your feet in front of him, you weren’t sure if he was about to say something more or just tell you goodbye, but when you’d opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off before you could get a word out.

“When’s it all done tonight?” he asked. “All the rehearsal bullshit?”

You paused, eyeing him curiously at the question. “Probably around eight or so. Why?”

“Got nothin’ else you need to do after?” he asked instead of answering you.

Brows furrowing together, you shook your head slowly. “No, not for today.”

He fell silent again, his eyes once more flickering over you standing before him. You wondered what he saw when he looked at you after all that time.

“Would you say no to catching up?” he questioned after a pause, his eyes landing back on yours. “Maybe over drinks at an actual bar since we’re not eighteen year old little shits stealing booze from the clubhouse?”

His lips pulled up into a sly little smirk and you couldn’t stop the amused huff of air that passed between your lips before your teeth clamped down on the bottom one. You hesitated, considering the implication of meeting him for drinks.

You had promised yourself long ago when Allison had asked you to be the maid of honor at her wedding that you would not dwell on Jax during all of the planning. That you wouldn’t seek him out when the wedding weekend finally came and you were finally back in the area. That you wouldn’t let yourself think about him at all because he was your past and that was where he was supposed to stay. But the truth of it was, you’d promised yourself all of those things because you knew the moment you saw Jax that every old wound you’d hastily tried to heal and stitch together over the past eight years would be torn wide open.

And that’s exactly what was going to happen if you met him for drinks. But yet, that wasn’t going to change the answer you gave him.

“I suppose we could catch up,” you told him.

“Guessin’ you probably don’t have a car while you’re here?” he asked next, a blonde brow raising up onto his forehead. “You gonna need a ride?”

That was a loaded question. Because accepting a ride from Jax clearly meant riding on the back of his bike–and that had always felt like a form of intimacy in itself. At least, for you it had. Yet another thing to tear your heart in half.

“Yeah, I might,” you answered him. “Currently I’m borrowing Al’s car because I’m out here running her errand, but I don’t have a rental.”

Even though you planned to get one Sunday morning for your drive up to Seattle before getting onto that ferry, but he didn’t need to know that. No one actually knew about your plans for after the wedding.

Jax shook his head, clearly looking unbothered by the fact that you didn’t have a car. “Not a problem, darlin’,” he told you. “Where you want me to pick you up at tonight?”

“I’m staying at that Hilton about fifteen minutes away,” you replied. “You know the one off of Washington?”

A chuckle fell out of him as he nodded at you. “Yeah, I know where it’s at, baby,” he said with a grin. “Still only one goddamned Hilton around here.”

The slight slip up of ‘baby’ from his lips had you biting your tongue. You weren’t sure if he’d even noticed he’d just done it, but dammit, it had always done things to you when he’d called you that in the past. Something about that particular little name for you always got your heart racing for one reason or another.

“So I’ll meet you there out front at eight?” Jax asked, breaking through your thoughts. “That work?”

“Yeah,” you replied, ignoring the pounding of your heart. “Yeah, I’ll…see you later then.”

Jax nodded, his eyes lingering on you as if he wasn't quite ready to leave yet. But eventually he slipped his sunglasses back onto his face before he turned and strode over to his bike. Swinging a leg over it and settling onto the seat, Jax started the motorcycle, the engine rumbling to life. You realized you’d been standing there staring at him once he’d secured his helmet and shifted his focus back onto you. Knowing you needed to leave too, you gave him a small wave which he acknowledged with a final nod. Then he was pulling out of the parking spot and making his way out of Charming’s downtown. You stared at the reaper on the back of his kutte as he went, watching him ride down the street and away from you–the exact sight that had haunted you for years.

So much for not thinking about Jax this weekend.

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writingsoftarnishedsilver · 13 hours ago

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okay sebastian reacting to mc telling him he's gonna be a dad in a fun way like a bun in the oven or something stupid

Dad-to-Be | Sebastian Sallow x OC

anon!!! thank you so much for the request, I hope this brings your idea to life ;.;

Words: ~4,300

Tags: Post Canon, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Fluff AGAIN

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Evangeline paced the length of the cottage, the worn wooden floors creaking softly under her slippers. She chewed on her thumbnail, glancing at the clock for what must have been the hundredth time that day. Her nerves felt frayed, the weight of what she needed to say gnawing at her every thought.

It wasn’t like her to avoid work, but this morning, she'd done just that, feigning sickness to get out of her shift at the Ministry. The guilt of lying added to her anxiety, though it paled in comparison to the much bigger secret she’d been carrying. How on earth was she supposed to concentrate on paperwork when this was hanging over her?

She sighed, running a hand through her long, dark hair as she surveyed the chaos of the cottage. The unwashed dishes in the sink, her favorite sweater tossed over the back of the couch, and the burned remnants of what was supposed to be a celebratory cake—“Dad-to-Be” scrawled in blackened frosting—painted a picture of her increasingly desperate brainstorming session.

She’d spent the entire day trying to figure out the perfect way to tell Sebastian she was pregnant. Every idea felt wrong. Too dramatic. Too casual. Too cheesy. Too blunt. She’d tried baking the cake—disaster. Knitting tiny baby booties had only resulted in a lumpy, unidentifiable mess. Writing a letter? Equally hopeless. (“Congratulations, you knocked me up!” had been scribbled out with a groan. “Sebastian, I’m pregnant,” was boring and devoid of charm.)

For a brief, fleeting moment, she’d even tried the old “bun in the oven” trick. She’d shoved a single bread roll into the oven and waited, but the sheer cringe of it had sent her yanking the oven door back open long before Sebastian could come home.

Now, evening was closing in, and the sound of familiar footsteps outside the door sent her heart into overdrive.

“Here we go,” she muttered under her breath.

The door swung open, and there he was—Sebastian Sallow, tall, confident, handsome, and as annoyingly charming as ever. His dark hair was windswept, his brown eyes alight with warmth as he stepped inside and shrugged off his cloak, tossing it carelessly over a chair.

“Evening, love,” he greeted her with a smile, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “How’s my favorite invalid? You don’t look half as bad as I thought you would.”

Evangeline swatted him lightly on the arm, a half-hearted laugh escaping her lips despite her nerves. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice just a touch too high-pitched to be convincing.

Sebastian’s sharp gaze lingered on her for a moment, but he let it slide, helping himself to a leftover biscuit from the counter.

“You’re sure you’re okay? You’re not sick-sick, are you?” he asked, cramming the biscuit into his mouth and brushing crumbs off his shirt.

“I’m fine,” she repeated, forcing a smile.

Her nerves were palpable, but Sebastian didn’t seem to notice. He kicked off his boots and sank onto the couch, patting the spot beside him. “Come sit. Tell me about your day. Did you actually rest, or were you up to something?”

She hesitated, wringing her hands together. “Well… I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous,” he quipped, earning another swat.

“Sebastian, be serious,” she said, crossing her arms as she paced back and forth in front of him. "I... how do you feel about... about big life changes?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the cushions. “Changes? Like what? Don’t tell me you’re thinking about cutting your hair again—I told you, I like it long.”

“Not my hair,” she said, exasperated. “Bigger changes. Like… expanding the family?”

At that, Sebastian perked up, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, you mean adopting another stray? I’ve had my eye on this Kneazle in the village shelter. Poor thing looks—”

“Sebastian!” Evangeline cut him off, throwing her hands up in frustration.

“What?” he asked, bewildered. “I thought you'd like the idea of getting another pet!"

She groaned, her patience thinning. “Forget the Kneazle! Just—just sit there and eat your biscuit.”

Sebastian blinked at her, confused but obedient, as she spun on her heel and marched into the kitchen.

This was going to be harder than she thought.

Evangeline busied herself with dinner, trying to keep her hands steady as she prepared a simple meal. The sizzling of butter in the pan as she browned bread for grilled cheese sandwiches gave her a sense of normalcy, even as her thoughts raced. Surely I don’t have to just blurt it out, she thought. I can ease him into it, drop hints. He’s clever. He’ll figure it out, right?

She placed a slice of cheese between the bread, pressing it down with the spatula, and thought about what she’d say. Maybe she could start with a hypothetical. Or a joke? Would that work? Probably not. Sebastian’s sense of humor was sharp, but subtlety wasn’t always his strongest suit.

By the time she returned to the living room, dinner plated and balanced in her hands, her nerves had only grown. Sebastian looked up from the couch, setting aside the book he’d been skimming. “Dinner already? You’re spoiling me,” he said with a grin, reaching for the plate she handed him.

Evangeline sat beside him, her own plate resting untouched on her lap. “I thought we could eat together and… talk,” she said, her voice deliberately casual.

“Talk?” he asked around a mouthful of sandwich. “Did you set the house on fire whilst I was gone? Wait, don’t tell me—you’ve decided to take up painting again.”

She rolled her eyes. “I am not picking up painting again after what happened last time.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a laugh, gesturing at his sandwich. “This is great, by the way. Keep feeding me like this, and I might never let you out of the kitchen again.”

“Charming,” she deadpanned.

He flashed her a boyish grin, oblivious to the storm brewing in her head. She fiddled with the edge of her plate, searching for a way to steer the conversation. Finally, she cleared her throat.

“Sebastian, have you ever thought about… names? Like, names you’d want to give to someone special?”

He paused mid-bite, raising an eyebrow. “Names? For what?”

“Like… if you had to name something important,” she said, forcing herself to stay patient. "Say, for example, a person.”

Sebastian tilted his head, considering her question. “Hmm. I’ve always liked Arthur. Strong name, good history. Eleanor’s nice too. What brought this on?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said quickly, waving him off. “Just curious.”

He shrugged, seemingly satisfied with her answer, and took another bite of his sandwich.

Evangeline stared at her plate, her mind scrambling for another approach. “You know, I’ve been having the strangest cravings lately,” she said, her tone light.

“Cravings?” Sebastian repeated, narrowing his eyes. “Like what?”

“Pickles,” she said, then added, “And chocolate. Together.”

Sebastian wrinkled his nose, looking genuinely appalled. “That’s disgusting.”

She laughed nervously. “Well, cravings are cravings.”

“Maybe you really are coming down with something,” he said, eyeing her suspiciously. “Or you’ve finally lost your mind.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly as her attempt went right over his head. Again. She was running out of ideas. Desperate, she tried again.

“You know,” she said, attempting to sound casual, “we should probably start thinking about baby-proofing the house soon.”

Sebastian frowned, glancing around the room. “Baby-proof it? Why? Are you worried Ominis is going to stumble into the fireplace again?”

Evangeline groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Sebastian, no!”

“Then what are you—” He froze, his brow furrowing as he stared at her. “Wait a minute.”

Her heart leapt into her throat. Finally!

She leaned forward, ready to confirm, but Sebastian’s face lit up with excitement before she could get a word in.

"You are thinking about getting a Kneazle, aren’t you? I knew you’d come around! You need to see the one at the shelter—scrappy little thing, missing half an ear, but I think—”

“Sebastian!” she snapped, cutting him off.

“What?” he asked, blinking at her in confusion.

Evangeline took a deep breath, her nerves finally snapping under the weight of his obliviousness. “I’m not talking about a Kneazle, or Ominis, or anything else. I’m talking about us. About you. You’re going to be a dad!"

He stared at her, his expression blank as the words sank in.

“A… dad?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, a dad—like, an actual human baby dad!” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “As in, I’m pregnant, Sebastian!"

Sebastian blinked at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He looked utterly stunned, as if the world had just tilted on its axis.

There was a long moment of silence where Sebastian just stared at her, his expression completely unreadable. Evangeline’s stomach churned, panic creeping in as the seconds ticked by. Was he upset? Overwhelmed? Regretting everything? She opened her mouth to say something—anything—to fill the void, but before she could, his expression softened.

“I’m going to be a dad?” he repeated, his voice quiet, a mix of disbelief and awe.

Evangeline nodded.

Slowly, a grin began to spread across his face—small at first, then growing wider and wider until it practically split his face in two. A loud, boyish laugh burst out of him as scooped her into his arms, spinning her around.

“You’re serious? We’re having a baby?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look at her, his eyes sparkling with joy.

“Yes, we're having a baby!” she said, her voice exasperated but tinged with laughter.

Sebastian laughed again, his joy infectious as he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Then, as if the enormity of it hit him all over again, he stepped back and started pacing the room, running his hands through his hair.

“I’m going to be a dad,” he murmured to himself, his voice tinged with awe. Then he laughed, a little hysterically, tears brimming in his eyes. “We’re having a baby. Merlin’s beard, Evie, a baby!”

Evangeline couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling at his reaction.

“How—how is that even—?” he continued, his voice cracking slightly.

Evangeline stared at him, amused and exasperated. “How? Sebastian, you do know how babies are made, don’t you?”

“I—I mean, obviously I do!” he sputtered, his ears flushing a deep red as he straightened, waving his hands frantically. “But—how? Like, when?”

She arched an eyebrow, folding her arms as she leveled him with a look. “You know. That activity we like to do together? At night? In bed?”

Sebastian turned an even deeper shade of red, running a hand through his hair as he began pacing back and forth. “I know that! I just—well—Merlin’s beard, Evie, I didn’t think—”

“What? That it might actually work one day?” she cut in, smirking despite herself.

Sebastian stopped mid-pace, spinning to face her, his expression caught somewhere between mortified and delighted. “You could’ve given me a bit of a warning, you know!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Should I have sent you an owl ahead of time? Maybe drafted a memo?”

He let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head as he ran a hand down his face. “Merlin’s pants. I’m going to be a dad,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Like, an actual dad.”

“Yes, an actual dad.” Evangeline confirmed again with a grin.

Sebastian looked over at her, his wide eyes locking onto hers. "Evie, this is—this is incredible!”

Her laugh was soft and filled with relief. “So you’re happy about it, then?”

“Happy?” he said, spinning to face her with wide eyes. “Evie, I’m over the moon! This is the best news you’ve ever given me—well, aside from the time you told me you loved me, and then the time you married me. But this—this is next level!”

She smiled, her earlier nerves finally dissolving as she watched him. “I was so worried you’d be overwhelmed,” she admitted quietly.

Sebastian was in front of her in an instant, taking her hands in his. “Overwhelmed? Maybe a little,” he said with a laugh. “But Evangeline, this is amazing. You’re amazing. And if you think for one second I’m not ready to do this with you, you’re mad.”

Evangeline felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she gazed up at him, his excitement radiating like the summer sun. She didn’t know what she’d been so worried about. This was Sebastian—of course he’d be thrilled.

Before she could say anything, he dropped to his knees in front of her, placing his hands gently on her stomach. His wide, boyish grin softened into something more tender as he looked up at her. “There’s really a little Sallow in there?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian tilted his head, pressing his forehead gently to her stomach. “Hello in there, little one,” he said softly, his voice low and filled with emotion. “It’s your dad. I love you so much already."

Evangeline rolled her eyes, though her smile remained wide. “You’re already embarrassing them, and they haven’t even been born yet.”

“I’m just getting a head start,” he teased, sitting back on his heels but keeping his hands on her stomach. “So, how long have you known? And why didn’t you tell me sooner? Or were you just planning on letting me figure it out in five months when you couldn’t hide it anymore?”

“I’ve only known for a few days,” she admitted, fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “I was trying to figure out the best way to tell you, but nothing seemed right. I mean, I even tried baking a cake—”

He laughed, rising to his feet and pulling her into his arms. “You could’ve just told me, you know. No cakes or clever hints required.”

She rested her head against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him as his arms tightened around her. “I know. But I wanted it to be perfect.”

“Evie,” he murmured, tipping her chin up so their eyes met. “This is perfect. You’re perfect."

Evangeline laughed softly, brushing a hand through his hair. “I hope they inherit your smile,” she said, her voice full of warmth.

Sebastian looked down at her, his grin returning. “And I hope they get your brains. And your laugh. And maybe your stubborn streak, too, but not too much, or we’re doomed.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes. “I hope they don’t get your reckless streak, or I’ll be gray before I’m thirty.”

Sebastian laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “If they do, we’ll manage. You’ll keep us both in line, just like you always do.”

She laughed and rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. For the first time all day, the knot of nerves in her chest unraveled completely.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, before Sebastian pulled back just enough to look at her again. His expression was serious now, though no less full of joy.

“Evie,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “I swear to you, I’m going to do everything I can to be the best dad.”

Evangeline laughed, tears slipping down her cheeks. “You’re already going to be the best dad, Sebastian.”

He grinned, brushing her tears away with his thumb. “And you’re going to be the best mum. Merlin help this kid, though, because they’re going to be spoiled rotten.”

“Only if you teach them bad habits,” she teased.

“Bad habits? Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, smirking. “Like sneaking out after curfew, breaking into the Restricted Section, lying to teachers—”

Sebastian winced, though his grin didn’t falter. “Alright, alright. No need to drag me through the mud, love. I’ll set a good example. Mostly.”

“Mostly,” she repeated, shaking her head with a laugh.

As they settled back onto the couch, Sebastian wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his other hand resting protectively on her stomach. “I suppose we’ll need to start planning now,” he said, his tone half-serious. “Crib, clothes, books. Oh, and I’ll need to owl Ominis and Anne. They're going to lose her mind over this.”

Evangeline chuckled nervously, avoiding Sebastian’s gaze as she fiddled with the hem of her sweater. “Well, about Anne…” she began, her voice trailing off.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at her, his brow furrowing. “What about Anne?”

“Well…” She gave him a sheepish look, her voice barely above a whisper. “She already knows.”

Sebastian’s jaw dropped, and he stared at her, completely incredulous. “Anne already knows? Evangeline, how does my sister know before I do?!”

Evangeline chuckled nervously, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Well… yes. Who else was I supposed to go to for confirmation? Ominis? She’s a healer, Sebastian!”

His mouth fell open, a mix of disbelief and amusement flashing across his face. “You told Anne before you told me?”

“Well, I had to be sure first!” she defended, holding her hands up. “I wasn’t going to tell you anything until I was absolutely certain. And who else was I supposed to go to? Madame Russell in the village? She’d have spread it through the whole of Feldcroft before I even got back home!”

At that, Sebastian let out a strangled laugh, running a hand down his face. “Merlin’s sake, Evie, I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

“Anne only gloated a little bit," Evangeline assured him, though her tone carried a teasing lilt.

“Oh, I’m sure she did,” he said, shaking his head with a groan. “I can already imagine the look she’ll give me the next time I see her. Let me guess, she said something about how she always knew I’d be the last to figure things out?”

Evangeline couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Actually, yes. She said, and I quote, ‘Typical Sebastian, always a bit slow on the uptake.’”

Sebastian groaned again, though a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Brilliant. Just brilliant. My own sister conspiring with my wife to keep me in the dark.”

“She wasn’t conspiring,” Evangeline said with a laugh, nudging his shoulder playfully. “She was just doing her job. And, for the record, she’s thrilled about the baby. She wouldn’t stop talking about how she can’t wait to be Auntie Anne.”

“Well, at least one of us got to enjoy her reaction,” he muttered, though his grin had widened.

“You’ll survive,” Evangeline teased, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Besides, you should be flattered. Anne said you’re going to be a wonderful dad.”

Sebastian’s expression softened, and he looked down at her, his eyes full of warmth. “Did she really say that?”

“She did,” Evangeline said, her voice gentle. “And she’s right.”

For a moment, he was quiet, his gaze fixed on her stomach as his hand rested protectively over it. Then he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Well, I guess I can forgive her."

Evangeline chuckled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate your magnanimity.”

"Only after I name the baby something she'll hate, though."

Evangeline gasped, pulling back to stare at him, her eyes wide with mock horror. “Sebastian Sallow, you wouldn’t dare!”

He smirked, that signature mischievous glint sparking in his eyes. “Oh, I would. How does something like… Marmaduke sound? Or Ethelreda? Really lean into the old-fashioned wizarding names, you know?”

She smacked his arm, groaning. "You're incorrigible, truly."

"And yet," he said, his grin turning far too smug, his tone dipping into something almost predatory. "Here you are, married to me and having my baby."

“Sebastian…” she started, raising an eyebrow at his tone, but before she could continue, he tightened his grip on her, fingers pressing into her stomach.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured, his voice reverent. “For you to start showing. So everyone can see what I’ve done to you.”

Her mouth fell open, heat rushing to her face as she stared at him in disbelief. “Sebastian!”

“What?” he asked, completely unrepentant, his grin widening. “It’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re mine, Evie. And now… now everyone will know it.”

She gaped at him, utterly flustered.

“I mean, really,” he went on, his tone casual but with that glint in his eyes that made her heart race. “Every time we walk through the village, or go to work, or visit friends, they’ll all see it. You, glowing, beautiful, and carrying our child. Mine. It’ll be written all over you.”

Evangeline buried her face in her hands, groaning. “You are ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? No,” Sebastian countered, tugging her hands away from her face so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Proud? Absolutely.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “I can’t wait for people to ask, and for me to say, ‘Yes, that’s my wife. Yes, I did that. Isn’t she perfect?’”

Evangeline let out a strangled laugh, half-mortified, half-amused. “Sebastian, stop.”

“Why would I do that?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She sighed, though her lips curved into a smile as she relaxed into him. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this a little too much.”

“Oh, I absolutely am,” he said, his tone completely serious. “Evie, I’ve always been proud to be your husband. But now? Now I get to be the husband and the father of your child. It’s like I’ve won the bloody lottery.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she leaned up to kiss him softly. “I love you. Even when you’re being a possessive prat.”

“And I love you,” he murmured against her lips. “Even when you’re pretending you don’t secretly love it when I’m a possessive prat.”

She pulled back, narrowing her eyes at him, but her smile gave her away. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Cute?” he repeated, feigning offense. “Evie, I’m devastatingly handsome. Rugged. Charming. Definitely not just cute.”

She laughed, leaning back into his chest. “Alright, devastatingly handsome. Now hush.”

“Never,” he said, his grin audible in his voice. “Embarrassing you is half the fun.”

Evangeline huffed a laugh and closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as she nestled against Sebastian’s chest, his heartbeat steady and comforting beneath her ear. For a moment, she let herself sink into the quiet joy of the moment—Sebastian’s arms around her, his hands resting protectively on her stomach, the crackle of the fireplace filling the cozy silence of their little cottage.

This was bliss. Perfect, warm, and utterly calm.

But, of course, it didn’t last.

“Well,” Sebastian said suddenly, his voice breaking the quiet as he straightened up beneath her. “We’ve got to start making a list.”

Evangeline’s eyes snapped open, and she leaned back to look up at him, confusion and amusement dancing in her hazel eyes. “A list?”

“Yes, a list!” he said, already on a roll, his eyes lighting up with excitement as if the gears in his head had gone into overdrive. “We’ve got so much to do, Evie. So much to get ready. Merlin, we’ll need a crib, of course. And clothes—tiny ones. Do we even know where to buy baby clothes? I don’t think they sell those at the apothecary…”

Evangeline bit back a laugh, watching him as he began to ramble. “Sebastian…”

“And books! We’ll need books. Parenting books. Baby books. Do they make spell books for babies? They should, don’t you think? Something simple, like, First Spells for Tiny Wizards.” He paused, suddenly serious. “Wait, do you think the baby will be magical from the start, or does that develop later? Should I ask Anne? No, wait, I can owl Professor Weasley. She’d know—”

“Sebastian,” Evangeline tried again, her lips twitching as she fought to keep a straight face.

“Right, furniture!” he continued, completely ignoring her. “We’ll have to rearrange the second bedroom—it’s perfect for a nursery. Do you think we should paint it? What color? Yellow, maybe? Or green? Or should we wait to find out if it’s a boy or a girl? Oh, Merlin, we’ll need names! We should start thinking about that now, too. I already said Arthur... Eleanor? Or maybe something more—”

“Sebastian!” Evangeline finally exclaimed, cutting him off with a laugh.

He blinked, his train of thought momentarily derailed as he looked down at her. “What?”

“Breathe,” she said, reaching up to cup his face. “You’re going to give yourself a stroke if you keep this up.”

“But, Evie,” he said, his voice tinged with equal parts excitement and panic, “there’s so much to do. We can’t just sit here—”

“Yes, we can,” she said firmly, pulling him back down onto the couch. “We have months to figure all of this out. Months, Sebastian.

“Right. No need to rush,” he agreed, though his excitement was still palpable. He paused for a moment, then added with a sly grin, “But I do think we should start talking about dueling lessons. When do you think they’ll be ready? Five? Six?”

“Oh my god!” she groaned, laughing as she smacked his arm.

“What?” he said innocently. “It’s an important skill! I’ll start them off slow—basic stances, nothing dangerous.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes, though her laughter betrayed her amusement. “Let’s just get through the first year before we start planning for dueling championships, alright?”

“Alright,” he said, grinning as he kissed her temple. “But I’m serious. Our kid’s going to be brilliant. Just like their mum.”

Evangeline’s heart swelled as she looked up at him, her smile soft and full of love. “And just like their dad.”

The future felt uncertain and exciting all at once, but as they sat together in their little cottage, Evangeline knew one thing for certain: everything was going to be okay. Better than okay.

It was going to be perfect.

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pe4cht3a · 3 days ago

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i need like killua fluff on CRACK like literally tooth aching

with fem reader to pls😁

« ֪ ׅ ֹ =͟͞ Lilies

── .✦ a/n: pls don’t hate me this is so ass but have fun

it was two days more before the 14th of february, aka the date that was the wingmen to many people before killua. in just a bit, it’ll soon be valentines day! the day of love and the dearest of companionships.

killua bit his nails anxiously as he was walking down the sidewalk to the most recommended florist in town. the bell above the door rang cheerfully as he pushed through the glass door into the florist shop. as killua walked into the shop, it felt like he was transported into some fantasy, the different species and sorts of flowers that bloomed within was magnificent. so many different types and colours of roses, lilies, peonies, orchids, as well as many kinds of ferns overwhelmed his senses.

killua thought to himself that surely, flowers and leafy plants would be the most surprising things possible in the shop, but thats until the albino realised the employee at the counter was none other than, you.

“oh! apologies for not noticing you sooner, sir. do you have any idea on what you’re looking for?” you turned around and smiled sweetly as you realised a new customer had stumbled in. “uh no, wait yes… umm no?” the silverette panicked as he started looking around the shop in a frenzy.

killua wanted to jump off a roof in that moment so bad. how could you possibly be the employee working at the florist shop when he was in there buying flowers for YOU. the bewildered boy had a terrible crush on you, but he knows you probably don’t even feel the same.

to be fair, killua had always had a thing for you. how could he not? you were the prettiest girl in your year, you had flawless grades, kind, was good at sports, outgoing and sat next to him throughout middle school until high school.. every SINGLE YEAR. every time, kil left his pencil box home, you would notice and offer him your extra set of stationeries. this small gesture eventually became regular as he started leaving his belongings at home ON PURPOSE, just so you guys would interact more. you of course, realised that this became more frequent, but you didn’t mind. you liked helping out killua whenever you could, especially since he didn’t have much people apart from gon.

“hold on! killua? what are you doing here?” you then realised the guy who walked in was actually your deskmate. how could you not see it sooner? who else has that goofy ass hair colour. “UM. i.. you know! just buying flowers.” the pale boy awkwardly said as felt his heart racing up.

“ooh! i didn’t know you had a valentines!” you grinned sneakily, teasing the already very much flustered albino. “NO I DON’T!” killua was now extremely embarrassed as he did not know how to deal with this situation, as he actually planned to ask YOU to be his valentine. “yeah sure bro, why else are you in here?” you giggle slightly as you place your arms onto the counter in front of you, astounded by killua’s lack of excuses.

“anyways, just tell me what you’re looking for.” you gaze around the store, mentally guessing which flowers killua would pick. “well, i’m not really sure.” killua shoved his hands into his pockets, thinking you probably will imagine he’s careless about his valentine. “hmm.. i see. no worries! i’ll help you look around!” you jump out the cashier area and skip towards the albino.

“sooo, do you know her favourite colour?” you question as you start pacing around the store, deep in thought about choosing the right flowers for killua. “um yeah.. she likes white.” the silverette let out, eyes strictly fixated on the floor below him. “ooh! a simple girl! i get her, white is a favourite of mine too.” your eyes shine brightly as you start moving towards the pastel section of flowers.

“i wonder why..” killua sarcastically muttered under his breath. “what was that?” you turn your head around curiously, you swear you heard killua say something. “nothing.” the albino huffed out.

you pick up two different bundles of flowers and called killua over. “personally, white roses or these white tulips are super fit for a romantic gesture!” you excitedly shove them towards killua. “oh. yeah, they’re nice.” the albino gazed at them, extremely focused. “you seem to be quite passionate about this gift.” you gently whisper, as you admire the gentle expression on killua’s pale face.

“if these don’t feel like the right ones, then…” you slowly say as you turn the other way and put away the bundles of roses and tulips. “hm? yeah?” killua was not sure what else you’ll show him.

“what about these? they are white lilies.” you turn back to killua and display a huge bundle of graceful lily flowers. “thats.. they look really nice.” killua felt pleasantly surprised by the presence and elegance of these specific floral organisms.

“hehe! of course even you like them! these are my personal most favourites! i’m sure the special girl will love these.” you happily cheer, holding onto the bundle of lilies, as if they are your own children. “huh? really?” the albino raised his head. “what do you mean?” you question, confused on what killua is suddenly so enthusiastic about.

“lilies are your favourite?..”

“yeah, they are!”

killua left the florist shop that afternoon, feeling fulfilled. as he had just placed an order for a dozen of lilies in a bouquet. now, all he had to do was just wait for valentines day to roll around.

“happy valentines day kil! ready to gift your lilies to your girl today?” you make yourself comfortable in your designated seat in class, seeing the bouquet of lilies beside killua’s desk, beautifully wrapped in a bunch of pastel pink wrapping, completed by a brighter shade of pink for a ribbon, to finish it all up. “yeah, i’m ready.” killua’s head was facing the class room window, not daring to make eye contact with you, the woman he desired most.

“hey killua! its lunch, don’t you usually eat with gon?” you put down your cup of coffee onto the bench beside you. your albino deskmate had just suddenly approached you, while you were enjoying lunch alone outside, at the school garden.

“i see you have your lilies with you! going to go see your special girl?” you point at the bouquet he held in his arms as you slowly stood up, facing killua.

“these are actually for you..” killua muttered, as he slowly extended out his arms, to gift you the bouquet of lilies. “huh? but what about your valentines?” you question loudly, surprised by what killua is suddenly saying.

“you’re so stupid sometimes.”

“what are you trying to say?”

“i’m asking YOU to be my valentines, idiot.”

an awkward silence filled the atmosphere for a mere moment, before you finally took the bouquet of lilies into your arms.

“i see. so i’m the special girl?” you joke in an embarrassed mood, showing killua a sheepish grin. “mhm, i suppose you are.” the silverette sarcastically humoured back, returning back a soft smile.

“i understand though, if you don’t feel the s—” killua’s sentence was soon interrupted by a warm sensation embracing his lips.

what could even describe the feelings of the current situation, other than love and satisfaction?

you held the lilies in one arm, extending your free arm to caress killua’s face with your hand. you carefully met his lips with yours, no words spoken. all you wanted to do was express your mutually shared feelings through actions, rather than words.

is this what they called a first love? is this what they called a first kiss? is this what they all meant? killua could feel your gentleness being placed onto his face, as you leaned in and made the first move. the silverette eventually wrapped his arms around your waist, which lead to you being even closer to him as a result. killua’s heart felt it was merged into one with yours, in that one single but meaningful moment.

after what felt like a pleasing eternity, you slowly but eventually pulled away from killua.

“i.. I’M SO SORRY!” you exclaim as you cover your face with your hands, face burning up and ears feeling hot. “don’t be sorry y/n.” the albino was sort of surprised you were the one who was more flustered, considering it was you who made the first move.

“can you do that again?”

“what? did it feel nice?”

“yeah, it did.”

“huh? how?”

“experiencing you feels like experiencing the gentleness and beauty of a lily.”

#killua zoldyck #hxh #killua #hunter x hunter #hxh killua #killua hxh #killua x reader #killua hunter x hunter #killua headcanons #hxh x reader #killua x you

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mullermilkshake · 22 hours ago

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PART TWO - Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo

Gojo worms his way inside. Tags -Yandere!Reader,Thoughts on murder,References to poison,Knives and cutting,Threats of burning,Mentions of masturbation,Threats of decapitation,Coercive behaviour,Yandere,Sexual tension

How did you convince Kento to allow Satoru Gojo into his home again?

Oh right, apparently you and Gojo became acquaintances after he ‘quit’ his job at that restaurant and by a random extremely slim chance, he took a job up at the coffee shop.

Kento was far too intelligent to fall for it, so how did he? You remembered how much you tried to convince him otherwise, but with Gojo breathing down your neck threatening Kento’s life, you didn’t exactly have a choice.

I’m going to kill that bastard in his sleep one of these days. Gojo’s muscular build put you at a disadvantage, but there were other ways you could skin a cat. Poison for example, just drop it in his drink and watch him choke over the entree before he had a chance to grab the fork from the napkin and stick Kento with it.

Maybe the old fashion throat slit would better suit a man of his calibre? The joy you’d get from seeing him struggle underneath you with all that fear in his eyes brought you more joy than presents on Christmas.

Though in the little time you’d known Gojo for, something told you that he’d like that.

Sadistic son of a bitch.

“Can you pass me the salt please, Darling?”

You blinked at him and registered what he asked for. “Yes- yes, of course.”

“Thank you.” He took the shaker and watched Gojo with a suspicious side eye. “So, Gojo. How are you finding your new job at the coffee shop? It’s quite a different change of pace from an upscale restaurant.”

Gojo watched you just the same. “Well, life’s short right? I’ve always loved a challenge.”

How was it that only you could sense the weight of the atmosphere? Kento just didn’t react to it, or he just didn’t let on. All you wanted to do was scream out and tell him what a deranged man Gojo was. The thing about Satoru Gojo you gauged fairly quickly was how he followed through with his promises. One little promise and Utahime had been off work for two weeks refusing to see anyone.

She never came in the day after she started gushing over Kento and made a comment that upset you. You never got a chance to shove a small hessian pouch of decaf coffee beans down her throat so that she choked and lost her voice. Gojo did something far worse.

He stole that opportunity to get Utahime out of the way entirely and never told you what he did. Such a dramatic man who ruined the experience for you.

“I'm actually thinking of leaving the coffee shop. Put my qualifications to good use.” You said, fiddling with your fork to throw Gojo off.

“You’re thinking of pursuing an academic role?” Kento smiled softly and rested his hand on your exposed knee. “That’s nice.”

“Yeah, I can go into teaching straightaway really. I’m thinking of applying for some positions before the next school year.”

Take that you creepy bastard.

Gojo had not said one word, you noticed his jaw clenching as leant on his hand off to the right. You could see the subtle change in his eyes, something Kento obviously did not see. Anger? Rage? Or…

You looked down at Kento’s arm, his hand had moved from your knee and now hung off the back of your chair, thumbing a little dip of your neck delicately as though on instinct.

He’s so affectionate, how can anyone get more perfect than him?

The man across the table grasped his fork in his hand to make his knuckles white as though it was made in the form of a warning. ‘Don’t mess with me.’

You sat back into Kento’s hand and folded your arms, watching him in the sudden silence to respond. ‘Try me you ignorant prick.’

“I dunno,” Gojo composed himself. “If you left now, we’d lose one pretty… good barista if you ask me.”

His grip never faltered and it was close to shaking, trembling at his strength. A behaviour to exhibit strength and show the weaker one what damage he could do. Deer did the exact same thing, rutting with each other until they claimed victory to show those weaker not to fuck about or they’d get impaled. Sort of the same as that fork in his hand although not as small and discreet.

Oh, and deers got to fuck their counterparts after.

Something you dreaded thinking about because you wanted to forget about it. Gojo’s speech in the bathroom, his closeness and blunt nature admitting he wanted you. Like… wanted you. You simply denied him that and look where it got you, the man was a menace and never let up until you’d grown sick of him showing up at the coffee shop.

Fucking stalker, nowhere near chivalrous like Kento.

And the fact that he knew your dark side, the one you struggled keeping tied up like someone who inconvenienced Kento in some way shoved in the trunk of your car, made it difficult to process. It grew more and more problematic the longer he was in your's and Kento’s lives. Holy fuck, you really wanted to kill that man, climb over the table and launch yourself like a flapping fish right in his face and ram your thumbs into his blue eyes until they ran red.

Satoru Gojo knew that too. That was his trademark, counteracting and predicting anything you threw at him. Knowing what you wanted before you knew you wanted it. Hell, he even told you he loved you.

That was supposed to be Kento’s line. And he stole it.

A big moment you could never forgive Gojo for.

“You are very good in your job role, but I’ll support you in whatever line of work you choose.” Kento pulled away and finished what was left on his plate. “An academic role is a great step forward for you.”

“Nanami, why don’t you talk about what you do as a job, huh? I don’t think she’s mentioned it before.” Gojo spoke your name with such a drawl you almost kicked him under the table.

“I’m in stocks and shares-”

“Oh!” You gasped and caught yourself too late.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah.” You weren’t, Gojo’s foot found your leg. “I just forgot that I was meant to prepare dessert before we sat down- I’m so silly, I’m sorry Ken. I’ll go out and do it now.”

Kento held out his hand and offered to let you stay seated. “It’s alright, I’ll go and sort it. You stay here. I’ll get more wine too.”

“Thank you, baby.” Watching him walk away with a sweet smile, your face dropped once he was out of ear shot.

You practically shouted at Gojo with the most delicate whisper ever. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

He got closer to the table and watched you with the most adoring eyes from anybody you had ever seen with a smile to match. “Y’know, it’s funny how in sync we are.”

However, you had no time for it, your eyes darted back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I have qualifications in teaching too.” He grinned at your falling expression.

No. He couldn’t follow you there too, could he? You were stretched thin enough as it was, grasping at straws to get your footing in repelling him and keeping Kento away from his grip. And here he was inserting himself into your life.

“Leave us alone, I don’t want any of this.”

Gojo’s expression fell for just a second, you almost missed it before he put his mask back on. “Don’t lie to me.”

“You ruin this for me and I’ll fucking kill you… I worked too hard to make sure I could be with him, I won’t let anything get in between us, especially not you.”

“Here we are.” Kento brought through three plates and a wine bottle under his arm. “Now, where was I? Oh, stocks and shares, that’s what you were interested in, right?”

“Mhm,” Gojo nodded and stabbed his dessert with his fork. “Tell me all about it.”

If anyone walked now, it would have seemed like the two were getting along going back and forth batting between sentences and random questions. It looked like Kento tolerated Gojo and actually seemed happy enough to give him answers to his stupid questions.

However, under the table was a different story entirely. Gojo took every opportunity to rub your leg with his foot as absentmindedly as Kento did with his little adoring touches.

I’m fucked.

You managed to tolerate twenty minutes of torture before excusing yourself to the bathroom. It was a risk, though with how early in this weird fucked aquaintanceship with Gojo went, you surmised that he’d leave Kento to collect the dishes when he stated that he’d clear up. Only for a minute.

So, you disappeared and plopped yourself down on the toilet just waiting for your breaths to settle. This theory, because it was not guaranteed, never stopped your beating heart from fluttering and not in a good way. What if he did hurt him?

Holding a breath, you stood up and went for the door lock, hesitating and shaking yourself out of it. The danger for Kento was too great to sit hidden up in a fucking toilet. Taking a second to observe your surroundings, you noticed a glass file by the sink. One of yours you left here.

Perfect.

Siipping it into your grasp, you fiddled with the lock and opened it. The thought of just threatening Gojo made you feel much better. But Gojo stood right in front of you when the door opened.

Before you could make contact with the file to his neck, he wrapped his slender fingers around your wrists and shoved you back in the bathroom, clicking the door closed behind him.

“That nail file is pretty cute. Wanna give me a manicure or act really scary to get me off?” He got so close, nose to nose full of his hot breath and cologne.

“Get off of me.” He resisted your struggles and squeezed a little tighter to make you wince. “I said get off.”

Gojo smirked so smugly, his eyes darted about your face and could not keep still. “You think you’re pretty funny letting him touch you that way in front of me. There’s nothing stoppin’ me from walking downstairs and taking his sweet little head for myself to watch me while I jerk off to your picture. A trophy if you will. Would you like that?”

Your eyes darted to the glow of the downstairs lamp, clattering dishes in the distance. “Don’t touch him, or I’m setting you on fire in your sleep.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He could have kissed you, yet he refrained and watched you behind his lidded eyes. “I’m going to make your life more interesting around here and you’ll thank me for it. Y’know why?”

“Stop it.”

He readjusted himself as you pulled away and forced you up against the wall again. “There’s something in you that enjoys this, otherwise you would have told me to hit the sidewalk and ignored me completely. Now I’m tolerating Nanami for the time being because I couldn’t bear to see that pretty face sad, but soon enough when he outlives his usefulness, I’ll kill him.”

You almost growled in response. “Try me.”

“I’d love to.” He pulled away and strolled out of the bathroom leaving you there to contemplate your life.

Like a puppy you followed him downstairs to keep him from doing anything. Kento stood over the threshold of the kitchen, wiping a dish over.

Gojo spoke up before you ever could. “Thanks for showing me around, I got a little lost.”

What a lying bastard- shithead- prick- asshole. “It’s no worry, I forgot where the bathroom was when I first came over.”

“Were you snooping around my wine collection, Gojo?”

“Guilty!” He threw up his hands with a childish grin. “I’m not much of a drinker but I appreciate a collection when I see one.”

“You’re a collector?”

Gojo shook his hand a little to measure his indecisiveness. “Sort of…”

Even though he faced away from you, his eyes were glaring in your direction on some sort of reflective surface. “I like collecting trophies. Anything really, I’m good at everything I put my mind to. It’s like I said before, I love a challenge.”

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Hi! 😊

Your writing is so immersive that it feels cinematic—like watching a movie unfold in real time. I love how you always manage to surprise me with plot twists that I never see coming! It’s such a refreshing change from knowing exactly where the story is headed.

I’d absolutely love if you could give Yandere!Reader another go with Nanamin. I think it would be fascinating since Nanami’s level-headedness might keep him from suspecting her. And if you're open to poly ships, it’d be thrilling to add Gojo into the mix with a twist—Yandere!Reader x Nanami x Gojo, but with Gojo secretly yandere all along. Maybe he’s been stalking both of them, planning for the perfect moment to reveal his obsession and orchestrating their “first meeting” to suit his agenda. I’ll leave the rest to your creativity, as I’m sure you’ll bring unexpected layers and depth!

Thank you for considering this! I’m so grateful for all the hard work you put into your stories. 😊🌸

Thanks so much for the kind words! It really means a lot. I love trying to write it all cinematic and doing things that go against the grain because my brain is twisted lol.

I can definitely do that, I hope you enjoy it!

Kento Nanami x Reader x Satoru Gojo

TAGS- Yandere!Reader,Yandere!Gojo,Stalking,Thoughts of killing people,Yandere!thoughts and motives,Masking,Graphic depictions of violence and mentions of damage to eyes.

One americano, two shots of espresso and two pumps of vanilla. Every day at seven thirty five. But not on Sundays sometimes because meetings run over.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going- oh god look at your suit, it must be expensive right?”

It was about time you made proper contact with Kento Nanami. You watched on in awe at his stance, brushing the coffee away from his suit in such a way it made the mundane action sexy. Lustrous. Like he was trying to make the way he allowed a strand of hair to fall past his forehead almost purposefully. With an intent to send you crazy.

Good thing you weren’t like those fangirls you often saw on television, crawling about the stage because a man gyrated over his mic. No, you were merely a coffee barista. A damn good one at that. Well, except for spilling coffee all over Kento’s suit.

But how else were you going to get his attention?

You were barely hanging on as it was watching the others make his drink to order. That’s why you made this one for him.

Jesus fucking hell Utahime It’s two pumps of vanilla. I swear I could kill that bitch right now. Shove head under the hot water valve and watch her eyes burn out the sockets.

It was a little drastic, even for you, but if anyone just saw the way Utahime was talking to Kento they would have assumed the two were dating or something. Kento Nanami was single. Definitely single.

The last girl he wanted to date just never made it to that coffee date on time.

None of his other dates did either.

“It’s fine, really.” The first sentence he spoke to you wasn't ‘thank you’ or his coffee order.

A formulated sentence.

Well, that was five months ago. Kento Nanami made the right choice that day to accept your invitation for a drink. Just like you planned. All seemed well and good for a time before you were noticing something strange when out in public.

White hair.

It was all you seemed to ever see. Out in the store or late night trip to the movies, hooked up to Kento’s arm during a scary or suspenseful part. It just seemed to be there, though you never knew who it belonged to. Never a face to linger for a second to make the connection. Just nothing. It tickled the back of your neck, putting you on the defense as though Kento was in danger. What sort of fucked up person would stalk someone? The idea of it was deranged, sick at the thought that someone was watching him, watching you with him.

White hair. You just couldn’t place it.

“Ken, love! What do you think of this dress?!” You called from upstairs, slipping on your shoes and smoothing down the hem of the fabric.

“I’m sure it’s perfect-” He paused, looking you up and down as though studying every inch of your body before he forgot what it looked like.

“Do I look pretty?”

He nodded slowly, stepping close to sit his hand on your waist. “You look beautiful.”

Hearing Kento say such kind and wonderful things made your night, heck, your entire week. Who gave a crap what anyone else thought? Just Kento was more than what you needed to prove that he liked you very much. You loved him of course, but that was love at first sight. Counting down the agonising days until he said it back to you, when you told him all the time in your head or whilst he slept. It took restraint not to slip up and make him doubt things.

So difficult not to say it for the man you loved.

“Thank you.” You giggled at his touch, planting a kiss on your temple with a husky growl in his throat.

“Maybe we should leave dinner tonight? I can’t possibly see how I’ll cope without taking you back to mine straight away. Too beautiful.”

“Restrain yourself, Ken. Someone might think you’re in love with me or something!” Your ecstatic grin sat just in front of your face as though to mask your brain away.

Say it… just say it please. Tell me you love me. I need to hear it.

His attentive smile made your stomach flip when he pulled you close and spun you around to face the mirror. “If they saw your smile, they would understand what a lovely person you are. And see how I can’t resist you when you’re in a dress like this.”

Oh dear. Maybe some other time.

“Well,” You kept that mask on and pulled away from him. “Should we get going then? Don’t want to be late.”

“Of course.”

Kento drove straight to the restaurant, quite an upscale place for no occasion. Maybe there was? Perhaps Kento had something planned that you were unaware of, something spontaneous or quite the opposite. A planned surprise? It was practically the night of your five month month anniversary after all, two hundred wonderful days spent seeing each other and having astronomical sex.

You didn’t get your hopes up and held your breath when he climbed out of the car and opened the door for you. So special. So dedicated to your comfort with the slightest touch from his fingers on the small of your back. Adrenaline made everything ten times more acute, aware of everything and anything you walked by and as you seated yourself at the table facing Kento, your heart beat so fast. Five months was a long time when you had waited longer to be with him.

You were basically in a relationship with him for well over a year by now it seemed, surely that was long enough to hear those three words?

“Can I get you any drinks?” The waitress grinned at Kento and then at you.

Why him first? He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, but what right did this bitch have setting eyes on him? You ignored the irritation and blinked it away for now, letting Kento speak for you and took a moment to observe the room.

White hair.

A flash of it and you would have missed it had you turned away to scowl at the waitress again. White hair like you were imagining it.

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Are you alright?” Kento slid his hand forward and offered it to you. “You seem distant.”

“I’m fine.” You were not, but took his hand anyway. “It’s a little chilly in here, don’t you think?”

“I’ll ask them to turn the heat up, will that be alright?”

He’s so considerate. “That would be great, thank you.”

You played it off and ignored the itch on the back of your neck, being watched did not agree with you. Kento sat still and his head tilted to the side a little, studying you again whilst his free hand rummaged into his suit pocket.

“I have something for you.” He pulled out a little box. “I know we haven’t been dating that long, but I wanted to get you something I hope you’ll like. If it’s too early, please let me know.”

A box. A small little box. It was light in your hand, velvet to the touch and firm enough that it must have come from those places that sold rings for stupid money. One little box, something so small which held your heart right in Kento’s pocket.

Is he proposing? Please tell me he’s proposing. It means he loves me, right?

“Ken… What-” A pair of earrings.

“I know you lost one from the pair you always said you wore, so I wanted to get you a new pair. I hope it’s appropriate.”

You forbid yourself to be disappointed, because it wasn’t about the hope that a ring sat nestled perfectly in this box. You put up your mask and smiled sweetly enough to satisfy him. “It is. Thank you so much, I love them!”

He’ll propose some day.

“Here are your drinks.”

The waitress took Kento’s drink off first and placed it right in front of him. Then she placed yours down off to the side. She was doing it on purpose, you were sure of it. The steak knife on the table looked pretty good to shove straight in her neck-

She cleared her throat and placed the tray under her arm. “I’ll be back in a moment to see what you'd like to order.”

“Thank you.” Kento paid no mind to it and took a sip of his wine. “This is a nice vintage, I think we should go to one of those wine tasting evenings. It’s a good place to get to know each other more.”

You did not need to know Kento more. You knew practically everything about him in the four months he stepped into your life physically.

He liked to drink, hence the wine tasting suggestion. Kento also enjoyed cooking, especially as he lived alone in his apartment, but he also enjoyed dishing up delicacies in your own kitchen. His birthday was July third and he had a particular interest in the arts, like music and theatre. A man of many tastes.

“Hello there, can I get you something to eat?” A voice of a man you did not recognise came into ear shot.

“I think we might need a minute. Our waitress is taking our order.”

White hair.

You looked up and saw white hair, only this time it did not disappear. The white hair had a face, a blue eyed porcelain complexion with a smooth grin. The man stood taller than Kento dressed in a suit and staff ID.

“I’m sorry, she suddenly became unwell and had to go home. I’ll be taking your order tonight.” He smiled again and made eye contact with you. “My name is Satoru Gojo and I will do everything I can to make sure your night is perfect.”

Gojo. His gaze over you was the exact same distinct feeling of being preyed on. His cutting glare just behind the loose strands of hair over his forehead that looked softer than a cloud. You didn’t know what to make of this, but at least that waitress was gone. You really thought you were going to have to do something about her.

“Alright then. I’ll be back momentarily.”

“Ken, I’m just going to use the restroom, if he comes back before then, can you order me…” You took a brief glance at the menu and chose anything you first landed your eyes on. Gojo wandered off towards the opposite end of the restaurant, somewhere not where the kitchen was. “The steak? I’ll have it however it’s recommended.”

“Alright.”

You took off and made your way over towards the restroom, noting that he had disappeared. Crap. You wanted answers to why it seemed like that man was following you, stalking Kento for no apparent reason.

Would you need to do something about this guy? He was taller than you realised, so he must have been stronger too. You were not super strong by a long stretch, but when pushed enough to the limit, it drove you to do things you thought your body was not capable of.

Just look at the last waitress that brought the wrong drink and almost spilt it all over him just last week. So much blood and she was still wailing after you shoved your stiletto heel in her face.

People never learn.

By the time you reached the restroom, the stalls were all empty besides one. The long wall length mirror outlined them all like little match boxes opened after use, showing the amber light inside for an ambient glow.

“How did I know that I’d find you in here, hm?” Gojo’s voice echoed throughout the restroom.

It startled you enough to move towards the door and lock it, backing away from the closed door and sitting your back flush with the slate grey tiles adjacent to it.

The toilet stall opened and he came out much less cheerful than he was outside, hands tight in his trouser pockets. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Who are you?”

“It’s funny, no one else ever seems to notice me when I don't want them to. But your instincts are hot on it every time, aren’t they?”

“Tell me who you are.”

This wasn’t a show of weakness or a moment that revealed your vulnerabilities. When you glared back in his eyes, it was Kento you thought of. If this man was here to hurt him, well, you’d fucking kill him. Out in the back alley, no witnesses and back in time for your steak and boyfriend you’d do anything for. To kill for three times over already. Yes, you’d do it if the opportunity called for it.

“Y’know, I was so ready to come and kick the shit out of that guy when I saw that little box he gave you, but I see right through that little charade you got goin’ on. I've been watching' you a while now.” By now, he’d taken precisely four steps towards you, taking the opportunity to lean against the row of inbuilt sinks. “You’re exactly like me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you need to stop stalking me and my boyfriend. I’ll call the police.”

Gojo’s laugh made your stomach lurch. This guy was a whole new level of crazy you had never seen before. “That’s cute. You’re cute. But no, I’m not stalking him, just you.”

“Then stop doing that.”

“Why, aren’t you scared that I might do what I just said I was goin’ to do? He looks strong but when he has his hands all over you, it sorta drives me crazy.”

Gojo would not make it past the restroom door if he intended on hurting Kento. Yet, why did you contemplate that you’d rather take on the waitress instead of him right now?

Shaking the doubts away, you imagined the scenarios that may occur should you get hold of another steak knife or any other sharp object really. One of the heavy statues in the foyer could prove adequate to crush his head or even one of those little blow torches for creme brûlée right to his face.

For now, your mask dropped, and for a time you could breathe a little. Pretending to be happy all the time was difficult work and holding back on punching anyone who gave eyes at Kento took practice and great restraint. “If you go near him at all, I’ll kill you. I won’t just kill you though, it’ll be worse than torture.”

Gojo stepped closer to you and looked down as though you were a child to be patronised. “That’s my girl. Now, why don’t you introduce me to your little boyfriend so we can make this more official, huh?”

He’d backed you into a corner, right up against the wall. “I meant what I said. Don’t come near us.”

“And I know you have the same urges as me, you think no one sees, but I do. I see you. You won’t have to pretend around me. I’ll even do all your dirty work, that’s what I enjoy most.” He placed his palm on the wall beside your head, leaning in so his mouth was right next to your ear.

“Lets get this fucked up little love triangle kickin’ hm?

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My mother just woke me up at 3 (in the morning) to look at snow. I’m bouta just… go bye bye. 💀🙏

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alienzil · 6 months ago

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Nanny Danny

“That is a whole ass baby,” was the only thought running through Lex Luthor’s head when the scientist proudly showed him the tube containing Project KR. It was not remotely the sort of thing he would normally think and most definitely not what he had expected to be thinking the first time he saw the clone.

He’d been pleased when he’d read the reports indicating the success of KR after years of failures. Lex had poured millions of dollars and literally his own blood into ensuring a clone of the alien could be made, one that would be under his total control instead of the unknown aspirations of Superman. He’d wanted to see the fruits of his labors personally but this…

It. No, not an it. He scrunched his tiny face and smacked his lips and…did he smirk? Was that HIS SMIRK on that baby’s face?! No. No. Babies this small didn’t smile or smirk. They passed gas and their sleep deprived and addled parents mistook it for an intelligent response. He’d heard enough inane conversations in the Lexcorp office about the various progeny of his employees to pick up on that but still. This child had Kryptonian DNA, not to mention his own contribution. Surely, he was far more advanced than the dribbling potato shaped lump of an infant whose pictures he’d been forced to smile and nod over when Mark from accounting had rudely shoved them in his face at the last quarterly budget meeting. Yes, that was definitely a smirk. His, that was his smirk.

“So as you can see its growth is well within expected parameters and we’re planning to start phase one of accelerating the maturation process tomorrow once the testing is do-”

“Take him out.”

“Sir? The testing can all be accomplished while it remains in the tube. There’s no need to-”

“I said, take him out. The project is cancelled.”

“What?! Mr. Luthor you can’t!”

“I think you’ll find I can. Now get me my son.”

*****

Two years later

“Call them again”

“Sir, I’ve called them seven times. They won’t answer.”

“Then call another agency!”

“There isn’t another agency, Sir”

Lex glared at his assistant who stared back at him impassively. Mercy stood by the door staring off into the distance and pretending she didn’t notice him being bested by his own secretary.

He stopped himself from shouting again and took a deep breath before asking, “Then what, exactly, do you propose I do Mrs. Anderson? Adjust my entire schedule around naptimes? Find a toddler size lab coat and safety goggles and bring my son with me to tour the new clean energy project on Thursday? Perhaps buy a tiny business suit while I’m at it for the next board meeting?”

“I’m not suggesting anything of the sort, Mr. Luthor. I’m telling you that no childcare agency in Metropolis will return my calls anymore. Most won’t even answer. You’ve gone through 27 nannies in the last 3 months. You need someone better suited to your son’s…special needs.”

Lex snorted. “Special needs might be a bit of understatement. He can lift a car over his head and his favorite word right now is No.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Thank you for…clarifying the situation, Marjorie. If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”

His secretary didn’t move. She looked at him like she was waiting for something and now that he was paying attention, he saw she was holding a file. “Did you have a suggestion?”

Looking pleased with herself she responded, “Actually, yes, I did.”

“Well?”

She set the file on his desk and flipped it open. He looked down at the first page and raised an eyebrow, “What am I looking at here?”

“This,” she responded pulling out the top set of papers and spreading them out, “is the employee file and background check for Daniel J. Fenton, an intern that started in our engineering department about 4 months ago. He has one sibling, two parents and several close friends he regularly meets with. His current supervisor has nothing but good things to say about him and reports he gets along well with all his coworkers.”

She set out the next set of papers, neatly arranging them on the desk to be easily seen. “These are newspaper articles and screenshots of social media posts regarding a small town vigilante locally known as Phantom. The same small town, Mr. Fenton is from coincidentally. Also coincidentally, Phantom made his first appearance only a few weeks after Mr. Fenton was involved in a minor accident in his parent’s home laboratory when he was 14, the medical records for the incident are included.”

“Hmm,” Lex said observing several photos of Phantom and a younger Fenton arranged in order of similar poses and facial expressions and printed out side by side.

“Finally,” she said handing him the last set of papers directly, “this would be a report from the lab Mr. Fenton works in from an incident that happened yesterday. A test with a new protype went wrong and started a fire. Everyone evacuated per protocol when the alarms went off but one of the other interns was working on a programming issue off to the side of the lab while wearing headphones and didn’t hear the alarm or notice the fire. Mr. Fenton noticed his absence and returned to the lab to get him out.” She stopped talking and let him look at the last several pages in the file, a series of photographs of the lab.

“Is this ice?”

“Yes, it is. It’s several inches thick and covers half of the lab. It completely put out the fire leaving minimal damage.”

“This machine was moved?”

“It was. It was very close to the flames and would have required replacement if exposed to extreme heat or cold. That particular piece of equipment also weighs several thousand pounds and was bolted to the floor.”

Lex read through everything in detail then clasped his hands under his chin and stared at the photo of Daniel Fenton for several moments before turning back to his waiting secretary.

“Have HR send Mr. Fenton up. I’d like to offer him a promotion.”

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #Lex Luthor saw baby Kon and said that's my baby #Good Dad Lex Luthor #He mostly stopped with the evil to be a good dad #He still does some villainous things sometimes #as a treat #it's enrichment in his enclosure #danny gets hired as a nanny #because Lex can't keep up with a super powered toddler #nanny danny au

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7s3ven · 2 months ago

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FILE LOADING. TF 141 x hacker! Reader, pt 1

( full master list) (intro to this series)

IN WHICH… you needed a way to lessen your prison sentence and TF 141 needed an efficient hacker… as well as someone to spoil.

Notes: hacker! Reader, reader has a criminal background, reader has piercings, tattoos + tooth gems

A/N: first cod series finally lol… please like this post guys, I finished it right after I slipped while practising a taekwondo kick and body slammed into the tiled floor 😭.

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The air inside your prison cell was muggy and overall unpleasant, causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead as you fanned your face.

The pathetic excuse for a window was not helping, letting only a small amount of oxygen enter the tiny room.

In all honesty, you weren’t treated as badly as other prisoners. A coworker of yours had pulled some strings the moment you were arrested, which meant you got better food and some perks.

But as always, life in jail still sucked.

You were too busy staring at the blank wall in front of you to notice the metal door keeping you locked up was now creaking open.

“Get up.” The warden harshly nudged your shoulder, barely giving you a moment to compose yourself. Your hands were yanked behind your back, the cool metal handcuffs digging painfully into your soft skin.

Your jaw clenched as you were dragged down the dimly lit hallway. You knew better than to ask questions as they would not be answered. All you could do was walk in the direction the warden shoved you in.

The breeze from the well-ventilated interrogation room was the first thing to hit you as you entered. You arched an eyebrow at the woman sitting at the table, her hands gracefully clasped together.

“And you are?” You didn’t recognise her as you slumped into the seat across from her, purposely sending the warden a biting glare.

“I’m Kate Laswell, a CIA operative.” She didn’t waste time before she spoke, leaning forward to catch your attention.

Your lip peeled back into a sneer, “The worst kind of people.”

She ignored your jab. “I’ve come here to give you an offer. You see, SAS is in need of a hacker and I’m told you’re the best fit for the job.” You watch as she opens a slim folder, spreading out the images for your careful gaze to study. They’re printouts of your exploits, files nobody was supposed to obtain. You had deleted your digital footprint after hacking databases, you were sure of it.

“You’re good. Too good to waste in a cell." You hear her softly sigh.

“I did what I did. The justice system isn’t so flattered by my ability to retrieve their sensitive information. Plus, I did murder someone… a few people, actually. So in all honesty, this isn’t an unfair punishment.” You leaned back in the uncomfortable chair, crossing one leg over the other.

“We are well aware of your long record.” Laswell sends you a pointed look. You merely grin, your canine teeth glinting in the light.

“Did you see my arson report?” Your lips spread into a grin, “Because that’s the best one. Set an ex-boyfriend’s car on fire and it just lit up. It was great. You should read it sometime.”

Laswell cleared her throat, reminding you of the situation at hand. “As I was saying, I can lift your jail sentence with a click of my fingers but only if you agree to work for me.”

“Thought I was working for SAS.” You interrupted.

“You’ll work for an elite team called Task Force 141… but you’ll answer to me. I give you the orders.”

“And the catch of this job?”

Laswell’s lips curve into a faint smile. “This is not a job offer, Miss L/N, it is a uniquely presented opportunity. You will get no pay for your services. The reward it reaps, however, is greater.”

You paused for a second. What could possibly be better than money?

“Freedom.” As if reading your mind, Laswell spoke again. “If you do this, you’ll be free before next year. This is possibly your only shot at freedom, do not throw it away. If you stay locked up here, you’ll only rot while the world keeps spinning.”

Now she had your attention. “You must be desperate if you wanna hire me.” A chuckle slipped past your lips but it was mainly to ease the awkward tension that had settled. “What would the job include?” You tilted your head, subtly shifting forward to hint your interest.

“You’ll be working alongside Task Force 141, giving them intel on possible threats and making their jobs easier by gaining access to classified information. I hear you don’t work well with other people but really, what choice do you have?”

Her words prodded at you and the teasing smile on her face aggravated you but she was right. You had no other choice.

The room was silent as you weighed out your choices. The walls seemed to close in on you, a stark difference to the freedom you were promised mere moments ago.

“So I risk my life for this so-called elite team… and in return I get some vague promises of freedom? Smells like bullshit. You lot will probably stab me in the back.” You scoffed.

“You’ve already painted a bright red target on your back. It’s only a matter of time before people realise you’re worth more dead than alive. With us, you’ll have protection. And a purpose.”

Laswell stood up, pushing her chair back with deliberate calmness. The legs scraped against the concrete floor as she did so. “Make no mistake, L/N, people like you don’t simply disappear. Someone will come for you… someone who wants your head on a stick.” Her words hung heavily in the air.

There was a flicker of fear in your eyes and like a feral predator, she ate it up.

“Okay.” You slowly murmured. She had convinced her with her carefully concealed threats. “I’ll do it.”

Laswell smirks. "Good. Pack your things. Your new team will be picking you up in an hour.”

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The loud roar of the helicopter blades filled the air as you stepped onto the tarmac, shielding your eyes against the bright sun. You rubbed your aching wrists, clicking your tongue at the bruises the tight handcuffs had left.

A few soldiers are waiting for you into the chopper, their silhouettes barely visible through the dark tinted windows.

“Couldn’t just send a car?” You grumbled as you climbed into the helicopter. Laswell followed close behind, unbothered and seemingly used to such a commotion.

“Always for the theatrics, John.” She jokes with the man sitting across from her, eyes crinkling as she grins.

You glance at the man’s name tag, reading Captain John Price. He’s handsome… for a man his age. In a ruggish and rough sort of way. A cloud of smoke slips past his lips as he calmly puffs on a cigar, not at all caring how the chopper unsteadily tilts to the side.

“This the hacker? That pretty ‘lil lass over there?” A voice, thick with a Scottish accent, cuts through the silence. Your eyes dart to stare at the burly man with a Mohawk as he looks you up and down. “Thought the hacker was a bloke. Ain’t complainin’ though.”

You stiffen at the comment, running your tongue over your top row of teeth. It unintentionally gives him a view of your shiny tooth gems. “Thought you lot were an elite crew. Y’all don’t fact check?” You lean back into the cushioned seat. It’s surprisingly comfortable, much better than the stone-hard mattress back in your cell.

The Scot laughs, unbothered. “She’s got bite. I like ‘er. Name’s John McTavish but most call me Jonny. You can call me Soap if ya want.”

You sarcastically laugh. “Soap? What kind of muppet name is that? You had a reputation for eating soap as a kid?”

Soap’s eyes light up, not what you were expecting with your insult. “Ay! The cap’n said the same thing! Called me a muppet too!”

“You still are.” Someone chimes in from the front. You didn’t even realize there were two more people squeezed in to the seats in front of the controls.

The one in the passenger seat turns around, smiling. With his soft brown eyes and gentle features, you can’t help but find him pretty.

“Y/N L/N, right? Nice to meet you. I’m Kyle Garrick.” His voice has a slight British accent to it. “This is Ghost next to me.” He jabs a thumb at the man wearing a skull mask who’s doing a poor job at steering the helicopter.

“Ghost?” You question, “What sort of name is that?”

“Simon Riley.” Ghost grunts out. His British accent is somewhat aggressive, evident in every syllable he barks out.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. For some reason, he annoys you. It’s more like the way he’s looking at you through the eye-level mirror.

The chopper shakes again. You watch as Kyle grasps his seat, his grip so tight it almost cracks the delicate leather. “Sorry.” Simon gruffly replies.

You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward. “What’s up with him?” You nod your head in Kyle’s direction.

“Fell out the bloody helicopter when Ghost was last flying.” Kyle replies. You almost laugh. It’s not something that should be amusing but your lips quirk into a small grin.

“So… does this whole arrangement cover my food and accommodation?” You question, suddenly aware of how hungry you are. Laswell slips out a small folder, handing it to you.

“Your accomodation will be one of our safe houses twenty minutes away from base. We considered having you live on the base itself but socialising isn’t part of your job. You’ll be living with the Task Force to ensure you don’t run. And all your costs will be covered. You will be given an allowance for your own expenses such as impulsive purchases.”

“Thought you said I got no money.”

“Once you have completed what is necessary, you will no longer have access to the allowance.” Laswell clarifies.

“And I walk free.”

Laswell nods, “Then you are free to go. If needed, CIA will pay to transfer you to another country so you can start anew. Most do not get second chances, L/N, so be careful.”

You lick your cracked lips, aimlessly playing with the hem of your oversized shirt. Maybe you could go to Europe; it had been a little dream of yours as a kid.

“Should go to Scotland, lass.” Jonny pipes up above the loud helicopter blades.

“London’s better.” Simon retorts, “Can actually understand what they’re saying.”

“What about Korea?” Kyle butts in.

“You aren’t even Korean.” Jonny argues back, lightly scoffing.

“Yeah, but I wanna go. Is that a crime, Soap?”

Their pointless bickering was comforting in a way. You had spent the last few years of your life locked away, isolated most of the time and alone. It was nice listening to people talk again.

Simon landed the helicopter with surprising grace, being the first to unbuckle his seatbelt and jump out. Kyle was next. Laswell unlocked the sliding door, stepping aside to allow you to slip past first.

You merely stared at her before muttering a tense thanks.

“Watch your step.” Kyle warned you as he held out a hand to steady you.

“It’s literally three feet. I can manage.” You snap back, effortlessly stepping out of the chopper. Jonny lightly chuckled while Kyle slowly withdrew.

“Feisty.” Kyle muttered.

You stared up at the safe house, tilting your head. “It’s… cute.” You hummed. It was a cottage, not the first thing you expected as a safe house.

“Were the pink roses your idea, Riley?” You joked, pointing at the pretty flowers.

He grunts, a sound you’ve suddenly become familiar with. “I prefer Ghost.” He corrects you.

You shrug. “Used to call inmates by their last name. Helped me ignore them when they tried hitting on me in the early years of prison.” You stepped forward onto the stone cobble path, admiring it.

“A small cottage… bet this is a military dream, huh?” You kicked a pebble.

“It is, actually.” Jonny pipes up, “It’s every man’s dream to retire in a cute little house with a pretty lass.”

You lightly scoffed, “I ain’t here to play work wife, McTavish. Can’t even cook.”

“Thank goodness we have Gaz then.” Jonny retorts, “Bloke should be a chef if this career doesn’t work out.”

You take a moment to study the house and its surroundings while the others file through the door. There’s a small white Pickett fence wrapped around the land, bright green blades of grass wrapping around the neatly painted wood.

The cottage is clearly old but well renovated. Rows of vines adorn the side, a surprisingly aesthetic sight. There’s a garden filled with sweetly smelling flowers and the same pink roses sitting at your feet are also perched on top of the porch.

The windows are the favourite aspect of yours. They decorate the stone walls, a sharp gothic detail to them.

It’s almost too pretty for a criminal like you.

“You comin’ in?” It’s Kyle who notices your absence, peeking his head past the doorway. For a moment, he thought you had made a run for it but he was relieved to find you standing among the garden.

You clear your throat, pulling at the bottom of your shirt. “Yeah.” You step onto the rickety porch, the wood creaking under your weight.

The interior of the house is so different from your tiny cell. Walking past the door almost feels like walking into an entirely new life.

Jonny is scavenging through the fridge, pulling out a tall bottle of beer. “Want some?” He offers it to you.

“I can’t drink, warden’s orders.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“It’s just a beer, can’t hurt ya. ‘Sides, you ain’t in jail no more.” Jonny insists, shaking the bottle. It’s tempting but on instinct, you glance at Laswell.

She’s sitting beside Price, talking to him in a hushed tone and going over a file, presumably one containing details about you.

“I ain’t stopping you from drinking, kid.” Laswell says, feeling your stare on her face.

Hesitantly, you snatch the bottle from Jonny, popping the lid open with practised precision. You haven’t tasted beer, or any other alcohol for that matter, in a long time. You’ve never liked beer… but the first burning sip feels heavenly.

“You got any vodka?” You ask, glancing into the top cupboards.

“Do we look Russian? Nah, can barely drink that shit straight.” Jonny’s face scrunches up at the thought.

“Bourbon then.” Your words catch Simon’s attention.

Jonny grins as he reaches up, grasping a fancy-looking bottle. “Only other person here who likes bourbon is the LT. Guess he isn’t alone anymore.” He pours you a glass, handing it to you in exchange for your bottle of beer.

“Don’t understand how you lot can stand beer. Too bitter for my liking.” You mutter, pacing around the room.

You hear Simon quietly hum in agreement. “Finally someone smart.”

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melzula · 11 months ago

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well since requests are open i wanted to request a zuko fic?

zuko x waterbender reader in which someone from team avatar walks in on them kissing?

i feel like it’d be funny idk lol 😂

a/n: i love this trope it’s so funny. also it’s like subtly mentioned reader is a water bender since i didn’t wanna just shove it in there awkwardly. anyway hope you enjoy!

summary: a private moment between you and your boyfriend is interrupted by your unsuspecting friends

“Are you sure no one saw you come in here?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Zuko says with a huff after closing the flaps of your tent. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“You know that’s not true,” you argue with a frown. “I just enjoy having some privacy. I know those guys are going to make a big deal about us being together, and I just want to enjoy our relationship without having to deal with any prying eyes.”

“I know,” he admits with a sigh. “I’m just tired of sneaking around. Do you know how difficult it is not to kiss you or check on you after a fight with my sister? It’s torture.”

“It’s just until the war is over. There’s a lot at stake right now, and it would be a weird time to come clean. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I hope you’re right,” Zuko murmurs with a frown, one that immediately melts away at the feel of your arms wrapping around his midsection. It’s hard to be upset when you’re smiling up at him with the purest look of adoration in your eyes. Despite everything, all of his flaws and mistakes and cruelty, you love him, and it fuels the warmth inside of his heart knowing he has someone like you. Maybe he would have joined the Avatar and his friends sooner if he knew it would lead him to you.

“At least we’re finally alone,” he notes with a faint smile before leaning down to press his lips against your own in a long awaited kiss. He hasn’t been able to give or receive affection all day, and it isn’t until now with your chest pressed against his own that he’s finally able to truly feel relaxed.

Unfortunately, you’re both too engrossed in each other to notice the rustling of your tent flaps as Sokka and Toph let themselves in without a second thought.

“Hey, y/n, Toph and I are gonna head into town, do you want to- oh, gross!” He cries after catching Zuko and yourself mid lip lock.

You both jump at the intrusion, knocking your head together on accident and groaning in unison at the impact.

“Sokka!” You cry out in embarrassment. “Monkey feathers, don’t you knock?!”

“It’s a tent! There is no knocking!” He yells back defensively, equally as upset as you are. “I can’t believe you guys were kissing!”

“We weren’t kissing,” Zuko argues, his face red with embarrassment. “We were… hugging… with our… mouths?”

“Oh, spirits,” you groan, your palm hitting your forehead in embarrassment at Zuko’s horrible attempt at lying. For a Prince, he has a terrible way with words. You’d think all that time spent with his Uncle would make his vocabulary more eloquent.

“If Toph could see she’d be very upset right now!” Sokka scolds, but the girl beside him simply shrugs.

“Actually, this works out great for me. Katara owes me five gold pieces now,” she says with a grin.

“You guys knew they were dating and didn’t tell me?!” The water tribe boy says in offense.

“I had a hunch, but Katara disagreed, so we made a bet.”

“Enough already! This is mortifying enough as it is,” you groan impatiently. “Sokka, we’ll talk about this later. For now, I need both of you out!”

After getting the two to leave the tent, you shut it closed with an irritated sigh. You’re absolutely humiliated, and you don’t think you can show your face to your friends ever again.

“So much for keeping it a secret,” the fire bender mutters.

“You,” you say with an accusatory finger pointed at the Prince, “need to learn how to lie better.”

“I know,” he admits meekly, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Sighing, you open your water pouch and tend to the growing bump on his head from your previous collision. You can’t stay mad at him when he looks so flustered and sweet, so instead you merely throw your arms around his neck and pull him back in for another kiss.

You can focus on coming clean later. For now, you just want to enjoy your moment of peace with the boy you love.

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nanaslutt · 1 year ago

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Geto def gets off to being called a pervert

I see the vision clear as day anon, i hope you enjoy<3

Geto is so dirty in this holy........

contains: fem reader, roomate!geto, panty thief, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, accidental voyeurism, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, geto is nasttyyyyyy, slight crack at the end, shoko makes an appearance :p

MDNI

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“Suguru can I borrow that band tee you were wearing the other day? I’m about to go out with shoko.” you scrolled on some social media site on the sofa while you called out for your roommate in the kitchen.

Head hanging upside down off the armrest, looking at his naked back in your twisted view, waiting for his response.

Geto peeked his head briefly over his shoulder from the counter he faced, letting out a short laugh before he replied, wanting to ask if the ridiculous positions you came up with were actually comfortable.

Saving his smart remark for another day and responding that he didn’t care, followed by the location of the tshirt.

Picking up your body you placed one foot in front of the other, making quick work for his room, voice ringing out in the hall, “thanks!”

“Shoko said she’s heading here soon so I should probably start getting ready.” you shouted from his room, reaching for his second dresser drawer, where he said it would be.

Pulling the nob back and messing up his carefully folded clothes as you pulled out shirt after shirt, unfolding it to get a better view of the piece before shoving it back in when it ultimately wasn’t what you were looking for.

Eyebrows scrunching inwards when your sights landed on a piece of bright pink fabric shoved deep in the bottom of the drawer. Not remembering suguru ever wear anything like it, you pulled it out.

And you really don’t remember him wearing anything like this.

Because what you were holding between your fingers was your panties.

Jaw dropping slightly in disbelief, head turning back towards the doorway you just walked through, before snapping your neck back in front of you and digging deeper.

“Where are you guys going?” he questioned, yelling from the kitchen as he chopped up some vegetables, back facing the direction of his room.

A decent sized pile was forming of the undergarments you thought you had lost the deeper you looked. You were fuming.

Between Suguru and yourself, you divided the chores up evenly the day you moved in together. Him opting to be on laundry duty over trash, both splitting the dishes.

Never once did the thought even cross your mind that they might’ve been kidnapped by your usually sweet roommate; who is in charge of handling those same panties every day; when you were unable to find them anywhere in your space.

You scoffed in disbeleif at his antics, tongue poking the inside of your ckeek, making it bulge.

You heard him say your name from the kitchen when you didnt answer his question.

Wading up the thieved panties in your fist, you stormed out of his room. Stomping down the hall at a much hastier pace than before, his toned back once agains came into your view.

Geto paused his chopping, muscles in his body going rigid, because he swears you just threw something at his back.

Turning his body to face you, he looked down at the underwear at his feet, a smirk creeping onto his face when he drags his sights back up, making eye contact with your furious expression, brain racing with questions only he could answer.

"Whoops," he says, not an ounce of remorse in his tone. He could practically see the steam coming off of the top of your head when your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What the fuck were you doing with my panties, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for some of those!?", he feels the anger in the air with your every word.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" he giggles, crossing his arms over his bulging pecs, letting the weight off one of his legs as he braced his lower back into the counter.

"Oh my god!" you shook your head, "you're such a fucking pervert!" you shouted.

"Woah, you don't even know what I did with them yet. Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions when you call me that, huh?" he retaliated, faux offense gracing his features before a more smug look took its place.

"There is no non..." throwing your hands up in search of the right word, "freaky explanation as to why you hid my PANTIES suguru!" Lip curled up in frustration again when laughed at your retort, “so I think my choice of words was fitting." you finished, referring to the name you called him.

"Haha! yeahh, you might be right." both hands dropped from his chest and slid into his pockets. "I wrapped them around my cock a couple of times when I was jerkin' off." An amused look sticking to his face when your jaw dropped in speechlessness, face turning completely red at his confession.

"Came all over the crotch of ur pretty panties too, pretended it was ur pussy." his big mouth continued spilling his dirty secrets out into the open air.

"Y-you," stuttering as you felt the air around you shifting into a heavier one, one that you both picked up on, heart racing in your chest matching the throbbing between your legs as you spoke, "pervert."

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"F-fucking pervert, fuck!" you moaned into the air when his curved cock drilled perfectly into the most sensitive spot inside you for the nth time that evening.

Really hoping Shoko was taking her time as Suguru held your thighs open by your head, pushing your flexability to the limits as he bullied his thick cock inside your gushing pussy.

"Yeah? tell me how fucking nasty I am baby," he groaned with a smile. Eyes not being able to choose their favorite sight as he looked between where the two of you were connected; your cum making a ring form around the base of his cock; and your pretty drooling face that was looking so fucked out.

"S-so f-fucking disgusting for st-ealin' my dirty panties sugu-ru." words getting broken up by your pleasured moans as he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock was caught on the rim of your little hole, before fucking it back in with such force it made you dizzy.

"C-cant believe you would d-o that." whining loudly when his thick thumb came down to rub circles into your throbbing bud.

Geto felt a tingling sensation of pleasure jolt through his spine at your harsh words, "M' sorry baby," he lied between his teeth, "got tired of seein’ ur cute little ass walk around the house in basically nothing." cooing at you when you squeezed your cunt tightly around his length at his filthy words, "h-had to do something about it,"

The both of you bounced against the bed as you let out loud Ah's and curses in response to his mean thrusts.

"Nothin' compares to this tho," Geto smiled, rubbing your clit faster when he noticed it made you tighten up your pussy, "Fucking ur pretty little pussy like this is so much better than my fist 'n holdin' ur panties against my face."

"S-suguru thats so nas-tyyy." you drawled out when he picked up his pace, fucking into you with such force and speed you thought you were gonna pass out.

Leaning his body into yours, practically crushing you with his weight with your legs dangling over his shoulders, he brought his face just inches from yours, lips grazing each others at his rough thrusts jolting you both around.

"Is it?" he replied to your declaration, opening his mouth and moaning against your lips before he closed the distance, " Felt so fucking good tho," he laughed against you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his groans mixing with your squeals.

Less of a kiss and more of him just crushing his jaw into your own as he overwhelmed you with his tongue. Greedily inhaling your moans into his lungs as he continued his assult on your sensitive clit.

"Sugu' 'm gonna cum, fuck-" you mumbled against his wet lips. His own high-creeping rapidly up on him, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass.

"Me too baby m-me too," eyes squeezing together and eyebrows furrowing, thumb against your clit becoming sloppy as he started to lose himself, "gonna let this pervert fill you up, huh?" he babbled, breaking the kiss and buring his head in the crook of your neck while he messily sucked and kissed the skin there.

"Gonna take a-all my fucking cum like a good girl?" his moans raising in pitch, goosebumbs forming on the back of his neck hearing your loud whines and moans go straight into his ear.

"P-please, give it to me, please." you begged, "fu-ck, c-coming," you managed to voice before your cunt constricted around him, squelching noises increasing when your pussy forced your orgasm out around him, "oh m-y go-d" you repeated as he fucked you through it.

Getting thrown into overstimulation as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, not being able to move his thumb off your clit, or even voice him to do so, "cum inside me sugu-ru," you whimpered into his ear, helping him reach his end. Squealing at his rough thrusts losing their once steady pace when he came.

He bit down hard on your neck, groaning and whining into the skin as he fucked his cum into your womb. Timing his heavy thrusts with the ropes of warm seed spurting out of his dick, pressing his balls hard into your ass each time he did, making sure he really filled you up.

Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm spasm around his twitching dick, milking him for all he was worth. "holy shittt." you voiced at how full he was making you feel.

Your overstimulation died down when his brain was no longer able to function well enough to remind him to play with your clit, something you were grateful for.

He silently lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pulled his incredibly sensitive cock out of your warmth. Staring between the two of you to watch his cum drip out of you, his mouth watering.

Your own arm being draped over your face while you tried to catch your breath, blocking you from seeing his next moves.

Holding your legs up and spread by your calves, he leaned down to your pussy and started sucking on your folds.

Caught off gaurd at the simulation you shot your hands down to his head, trying to push him off you at the intense feeling of his fat tongue on your mound.

He forced his tongue into the tight ring of your cunt, greedily drinking up your combined cum and moaning at the taste. Your thighs twitched with the need to shut around his head at the vibration.

Detaching his mouth from your pussy with a 'pop' he sat back on his heels, your calves still in his large palms as he stared at your abused pussy, licking his lips clean.

"So much fucking tastier than your panties." He grinned.

"You really are disgusting Suguru." Shaking your head against the sheets as he finally let your legs drop back down to the mattress.

"Careful, my cock likes when you talk to me like that." He teases, meaning every word as he tucks his drenched cock back into his boxers,

"Whatever, take me to the bathroom please." You said, ignoring his previous comment, "Cant stand and I need to pee." Holding your arms out to him.

He giggled at your dramatics; even tho he really did fuck the strength out of your legs; scooping his palms under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He raised you from the bed in a princess cradle and started walking you to the bathroom, "You need to learn how to take it easy. Seriously." you chastised, noticing the bruises and bite marks on your neck when you walked past a mirror, "If this is how you're going to treat me when we fuck, you're better off sticking to stealing my panties, at least they won't feel what you do to them." you complained, only partially meaning your words, which he knew.

"Don't act like your pussy doesn't throb when you see how I marked you up." you rolled your eyes at his retort, making it to the bathroom that neighbors a wall with the kitchen. He placed you down on the seat of the toilet before backing up and leaning against the doorway, facing the doorframe parallel to him as he let you do your business.

"I just had to listen to you guys fuck each other like rabbits for ten minutes, please don't make me listen to you dirty talk each other outside of the bedroom too."

You knew that voice.

"Shoko! good to see you, didn't realize you made yourself at home." Geto snarkily remarked.

"Your pretty roomie gave me a key you big oaf, now go hide in your room for awhile kay?" she brushed her hand in the air, signaling him to fuck off, "Was suposed to take her out but its sounding like you broke her legs so.. well just watch a movie here." she sighed.

Geto brought his attention back to you once more. He had to fight back the laugh burning in his lungs when he saw your crimson face buried in your hands, shinji posing on the toilet in embarrassment.

Stupid fucking panty thief.

“pt.2” here

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chelseeebe · 9 months ago

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gimme a hand

okay so i saw a silly tiktok abt how guys take nudes wrong and thought our lovely best friend reader could help eddie take some !! i am a little tipsy so pls excuse any mistakes

mdni. 18+. smut. like, literally just smut. fem!reader x eddie. modern au

“so.. how are things with you and.. whatshername?” clicking your fingers in his face.

eddie scoffs, batting your hand away, “chrissy is her name,” correcting your childish behaviour, “and it’s good, we’ve been.. texting a little,” shrugging nonchalantly.

you and eddie had been best friends for years, though these hang outs were few and far between now. both too busy with the perils of adult life to sit around and smoke weed all day, like you used to.

that meant that your relationship had skewed a bit, no longer as close as you once were. though you still tried to feign an interest in his, mostly nonexistent, love life.

he understood though, your life was far too interesting to care about the very small roster of girls he was seeing.

“texting?” you exclaim, stubbing the embers of the joint out into the ashtray, “so you haven’t seen her since?”

eddie shakes his head, realising that what he had thought was an exciting update, was actually just a pathetic retelling of a long text thread.

“i think we’re just.. testing the waters,” brushing off your disappointment. he contemplates even telling you anymore but what kind of a best friend would he be if he didn’t at least tell you all the details. “she sent me pictures the other day,” wriggling his eyebrows.

“pictures?” a slight mocking tone to your voice that he doesn’t like, “what kinda pictures?”

his face scrunches up, cheeks flaming red, as if it wasn’t obvious. “you know.. naughty ones.”

you whistle, blowing the air from your cheeks in the most sarcastic manner, “naughty pictures.. wow eddie, you’re really moving up in the world. did you send any back?”

his head dips, regretful of ever sharing this with you. you had never had a lack of choice for guys lining up for you. even back in high school. of course you wouldn’t understand.

“no..” shrugging again, “i don’t.. don’t know how.”

“you don’t know how to send nudes?” utter shock rippling through your voice, “didn’t i teach you anything?”

“not how to send nudes!” he hits back, getting increasingly frustrated that you’d rather mock him than help him get laid for once.

“i can help you if you want,” you offer, “i don’t have to watch.. i can just.. guide you?” proposing the question as if it were a completely standard conversation for you two to be having.

“really?” his eyes bright and full of hope.

eddie really liked chrissy, she was sweet and the times they had hung out, they got on well. he just wasn’t equipped to match her flirting, afraid he’d overthink himself into losing her.

“sure,” you smile, grabbing his phone as you stand from the couch, “come on,” beckoning for him to follow you down the corridor to the bathroom.

you bundle into the trailers tiny bathroom, poised in front of the mirror with his phone in hand.

“you stand here..” you instruct, guiding him by the shoulders, “you need to get hard,” grinning as you look at him through the mirror, “i’ll stand outside and just.. tell you what to do, okay?”

eddie’s too high for this, wondering how you’d gone from a joint and a couple of beers to now helping him sext the girl he liked.

you disappear outside, shoving his phone into his chest, the knob clicking quietly as the realisation of what the hell he was doing sets in.

“so..” he poises, swiping onto the camera, posing himself in the dirty mirror, “pull my pants down, right?” wanting to make sure that he got nothing wrong.

“yeah, but not all the way, just like.. a little bit.”

okay, he thinks. tugging his sweatpants down just beneath his balls, his boxers following suit. he was getting hard just thinking about it, the fact that you were instructing him what to do wasn’t helping.

his fingers wraps around the base of his cock, pumping his fist a few times, stifling the groan that had settled in his throat.

this was already weird enough, he didn’t need to make it weirder.

“okay..” his voice quivering, “what now?”

you tut, “pull your shirt up.. or off, it looks bad otherwise.”

eddie does as you ask, taking his shirt off and tossing it into the floor with the rest of his dirty clothes. he peers at the image through the screen, inwardly cringing at how stupid he looked.

“i don’t know,” though his dick was already stiff, aching for him to continue. “i look stupid,” he frowns, attempting to position the phone differently, although nothing seemed to help his pathetic stature.

“no you don’t,” your voice rings through the door, “now you gotta pose it.. make it look good, sexy.”

his eyes squeeze shut, wishing you’d stop talking with that low growl in your voice. this was for chrissy’s benefit, not his. getting off to the sound of your voice while trying to arouse another girl was not the plan.

eddie exhales, opening his eyes to reposition the phone, closer to the mirror. his fist begging to move and finish the job.

nothing helped, in fact, it looked worse than before. chrissy’d block him if he dared sent anything like this.

fuck, he felt like a pervert. this was wrong. twisted.

“have you done it?” you call.

“no,” he gulps, frowning at the image of himself in the mirror.

you huff, knuckles wrapping against the door, “i’m gonna come in, okay?” giving him no time to think before you appear next to him in the mirror.

your eyes fall straight to his cock, widening every so slightly, “wow.. okay,” chuckling awkwardly as you snap back into it. “you have to..” your hand lowers his phone, straightening the camera position for him.

his breath is jagged, on the edge of exploding and splattering all over his bathroom. whatever buzz he had had from the weed had dissipated, replaced by the hazy tingly sensation of your hand near his cock.

“and then..” you look to him, in person this time, not through the safety of the mirror, before wrapping your fingers around the ones that were still lingering around his cock. “do this..” voice trailing off into a low whisper, using his fist to pump his already leaking cock.

a strangled gasp leaves his mouth, heat searing through his body. mind too fuzzy to truly comprehend the shit he was seeing and feeling.

the heat of your body presses against his back, delicate fingers still travelling the length of his cock, “film it,” not once letting your eyes fall from the side of his face while his stay firmly on the mirror in front.

maybe this way he could pretend it wasn’t real, that he was just watching some video and you weren’t actually jerking him off by-proxy.

eddie, ever obedient, presses the record button, sighing into his phone as your his hand continues to move.

his knees almost buckle, kept afloat by the sound of you panting into his ear. it was almost too much, his brain collapsing into itself as your hand takes over, ignoring the phone in his hand to continue making him whine and quiver like that.

the weight of your body presses him into the cold china basin, eyes travelling from his face to his dick and right back up again.

you could’ve told him to jump right now and he would’ve. other hand reaching around to grab onto whatever part of you he could get a grip on.

your lips trace against his neck, lingering against the skin. he couldn’t keep the phone straight, the video would just be some big blur of him groaning and the sink. not that it matters. not while you’re touching him.

“is this good?” you ask, breath tickling against his ear.

eddie nods rapidly, “good.. so good,” fingers twisting around your shirt as his eyes flutter closed. “fuck,” he gasps, the phone slipping from his hand onto the counter when your thumb circles the tip of his dick. an otherworldly feeling he had never been able to feel before.

“yeah?” you grit, pulling his hand, signalling for him to turn. his bones were jelly, body mailable and under your control. his back now pressed against the sink, foreheads pressed together.

one hand holds onto your hip while the other finds your cheek, lazily trying to connect your lips. your knee slides between his legs, spreading them just enough for your other hand to creep between and grab his balls.

“ohh shit,” eddie wails, kissing at your bottom lip, sucking at the skin.

nothing felt real, waiting for his alarm to pull him out of this fucked dream to a sticky puddle and a new perspective on your friendship.

your expert fingers fondle his balls while the other fists his dick, pre-cum making your fingers glisten and move with ease.

his throat squeaks, the most pitiful noise a grown man could’ve made, his bottom lip still latched onto yours.

ten years of friendship and yet the two of you had never even kissed before. wishing you wouldn’t have wasted so much time on actually doing it. a newfound adoration for the sweet taste of your lips and the friction of your palm rubbing against his cock.

“i’m gonna cum,” he babbles, stomach flipping, waves of pleasure crashing through his tingling limbs.

you don’t respond to his whining, your nose brushes over his as his breaths become shallow and staggered. a iron clad grip on your shirt as he teeters over the edge, hips stuttering into your palm.

“ohh fuck,” eddie mewls, bursting all over your hand, “shit.. fuck, oh god,” your eyes dark, gazing down at your hand still wrapped around him, somewhat proud of what you’ve achieved.

he lets go of his hold on your body, hurriedly trying to find the counter to ground himself. his head a million miles away on mars, his lack of thoughts disrupted by the sound of the water running.

chest still heaving as he braves a look at you, watching his release swirl down the drain. you’re chewing on your bottom lip, a sudden realisation that you had just made your best friend cum maybe. he doesn’t really want to ask. hoping you won’t regret it.

eddie picks up his phone, stopping the recording, his thumb shooting straight to the tiny trash can until you grab his wrist.

“don’t delete it,” a fire within your eyes, twisting the screen in your direction, “i wanna watch.”’

his finger hovers over the play button, looking to you though your eyes are trained on the screen, waiting for him to press play.

the video starts, shaky footage as the audio of his pathetic grunts and gasps fill the tiny bathroom. eddie can’t bring himself to watch, forcing himself to watch you rather than the video.

you’re smiling to yourself, smug at the sight of you making him crumble. he wants to be embarrassed, can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and yet, he doesn’t turn it off.

“maybe don’t send that..” you remark, finding his eye, that mischievous sparkle that eddie hadn’t seen in years, reappearing.

he needed to feel you, in the way that you had felt him. cock already reawakening when your lips twitch into a smirk.

shit.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things

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sunflowerwinds · 1 month ago

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sugar, sugar | v.a

summary: on a slow day at your grandmother’s bakery, a customer captures your attention. as the weeks pass, you see her pop up more and more. a gentle friendship ignites between the two of you. the only issue was the undeniable attraction to her and it didn’t help now having to do her a kind favor. it would go away…. right?

pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane

contains: modern!au, kick-boxer!vi, reader is described to have long enough hair to tie up, reader has a sister named mila, we love gram, vander, isha and jinx mentions <3, nothing but fluff, strangers to friends to lovers:)

word count: 3.5K

a/n: i seriously had so much fun writing this and i am excited to dig into a mini-series with vi. i hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do </3

— ONE

Running your grandmother’s bakery wasn’t easy but it was a light in your life. She taught you tips and tricks of working the large industrial oven, every single one of her recipes, and wiping down the chalkboard to write the specials for the delicious treats.

She was charm personified; somehow able to convince pretty much every person that walked to the pastry shop to try at least one item. You were on the more quiet side, not insanely secluded but you weren’t extroverted. Nice people cracked you open and next thing you knew it, you were shoving a donut into their palms to take home.

It was a bad habit.

It was a slow Thursday in November. You were sweeping the small area of seating, softly asking one of the usual college students that came if they needed anything else. You were just a few streets down from the community college so many people your age would come in for coffee and furiously type on their laptops.

Once you were told they were good for now, you excuse yourself back to behind the counter to adjust the display desserts. You were bent over when you heard the bell over the door echo within the space, shouting ‘welcome in’.

“If you have any questions, just let me know. We have a daily special which is on the blackboard,” you stood back up with a slight grunt from the rush, brushing a few flyaways to kindly smile at the new customer. “Today we have buy one, get one donut free.”

Your eyes slightly widen at the… attractiveness of the customer. You adjust the neckline of your soft brown cable knit sweater to tug out your necklaces, plastering on a friendly smile.

“I actually came in because I was curious about the sign,” she trails off, tilting her head as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Do you actually just let people smell the food?”

You let out a soft chuckle as you nod. Your grandfather, one of the only men who had ever tolerated, made the sign for your grandmother the second she mentioned it to him. Now, in all its carved glory ‘Free Smells!’ is hanging underneath the shop's main sign: Sweet Tooth Bakery + Cafe.

“Yeah, my grandma thought it’d be a funny sign to draw people in. Obviously, we don’t let them shove their nose into it or anything,” you shake your head, holding your hand out to the stranger. “Because that’s… unsanitary.”

The pink haired stranger nods with a soft chuckle, stepping back to check out the arrangement of treats in the display case. In that moment of silence, you, as discreetly as possible, check her out. She had on a navy blue cut off sleeve zip-up, a soft white tank top underneath and a pair of grey sweatpants hugging her lower half. Very simplistic outfit but she made it look good.

You think she just naturally looked good. If you stared for long enough, which you embarrassingly did so, you could see markings of ink on the side of her neck and following down the backs of her arms and the smallest etching on her cheek.

“Any suggestions on what to smell first?” She questions, curious eyes bouncing back up to you.

You hum to yourself as you, too, stagger your eyes from pastry to pastry to carefully choose which one you could have her smell.

“Are you a fan of blueberries?” You question with a beaming grin.

“Uh, sure, yeah. Blueberries are good.”

“Then you have to take a whiff of the blueberry danish. It’s one of my favorites.” You offer, pointing to the sweet treat.

The pink haired stranger leans forward, folding her bare arms across her chest. You, again, can’t help your stares as you try to figure out what was exactly dotted into her pale skin. She nods with a shrug, looking at you with a kind smile.

“I’ll give it a whiff, yeah,” she stepped forward so that the glass of the display case was the only obstacle between the two of you.

You can feel your face getting hot as you mutter a bright ‘okay’ to yourself. You bend over once again grab the metal tongs to pick out the danish to place on a ceramic plate. You place it on top of the display case, motioning for the stranger to give it a smell.

Still seeming a bit hesitant that you were playing a joke on her, she leans her face forward so that she is mere centimeters away from the pastry. She inhales a bit, letting out a long sigh as she leans back to look at you.

“Shit, that smells amazing,” she praises the sweet aroma, nodding in satisfaction. “I’ll take it.”

You blink at her before chuckling awkwardly.

“You don’t have to buy the ones you smell. I promise.” You reassure her as you attempt to put the danish back so that you can shove the cranberry-orange muffin in her face.

She’s quick to hold a palm out to stop you, shaking her head. A beautiful smile spreads on her lips, temporarily forgetting how eager you were to show her every single pastry on display.

“I want that one. I swear. Plus, my sister’s going to rush me out of here if I take too long.”

A part of you was disappointed that she was so quick to purchase the first, yet incredibly delicious, treat. You selfishly wanted her to stay for as long as possible. Your grandmother would be on your ass for being so distracted by an attractive customer.

She would give you a clap on the back for making a sale, though.

“Oh, okay. Did your sister want anything?” You offer, itching to find any way possible for her to stay just a bit longer.

The stranger hums to herself for a moment as she examines the rest of the delicious treats. You tilt your head as you grab a small brown paper bag to place the danish into, waiting patiently to see if she was going to pick another item.

To your delighted surprise, she nods as she points to a more simplistic pastry.

“I think this pink donut should be good,” she nods to show certainty.

You grasp onto the sweet treat to slide it into the bag with her danish, trying not to spill a lot of the sprinkles. You seal it closed with a custom sticker with the logo of the shop, typing up her total into the register. The stranger reaches into her sweatpants pocket to pull out her wallet.

“Your total is gonna be $7.89. Cash or card?” You question.

“Card.”

You watch her hand you a simple light blue credit card, grinning as you not-so-discreetly check out her full name on it. Her first name caught your attention. Violet. As you swipe her card, you clear your throat to work up the courage to give her a compliment.

“I love your name. It’s pretty,” you say as you hand her back the card.

The stranger, now known as Violet, smiles small at your words. Her long fingers take the card from you as she slides it back into her wallet.

“Thank you. My, uh, dad named me,” she grins at you.

“Well, he made a very good choice,” you hand her the bag as well, nodding as you try not to appear awkward. “Anything else I can get for you?”

Were you being weird?

“No, no, I’m good,” she chuckles as she crinkles the bag in her palms. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You nod as you hand her own copy of the receipt, holding onto the half second of the tip of her fingers brushing against yours. You watch her turn her back and leave the shop, eyes never leaving her sculpted back profile. You huff at your behavior once the bell from above the door snaps you out of your small trance, shoving your copy of the receipt into its designated spot.

“She’s cute,” you hear from behind you, causing you to jump and whip your head around.

You’re met with your grandma grinning evilly at you, a little bit of flour smudged on her cheek from her baking in the back.

“Gram,” you sigh as you shake your head, brushing away your loose hairs.

“I’m just saying, bug,” she walks up next to you to rub up and down your arm.

You blush at what she was insinuating. As much as you love your grandmother, she attempted to be your match maker like you were an introverted middle schooler. You were 22 for God's sake. You would make moves and flirt when you felt like it.

“Don’t you have something in the oven?” You raise your eyebrows at her, hoping she’d leave it alone.

“Hey. I could fire you, you know,” your grandma pointed a finger in your face accusingly but her tone was light and a cheeky grin was on her face.

You roll your eyes playfully as you softly bump your hip with hers.

Everyday since Violet came in, you perk at the sound of the bell hoping to see that head of pink hair waltzing in again. Two excruciatingly long weeks pass before you see Violet again.

What was disappointing about seeing her today of all days was that you were working this shift with your 17 year old sister who was… less than thrilled to be working now; especially with you being her superior in a workplace. She, like most teenagers, was yearning to be more independent which meant constantly disregarding your instructions on what to do at work.

You were irritated beyond belief with her constantly arguing with you. You couldn’t even really fully pay attention as Mila smacked your arm with the rag. When you saw her from outside the shop, this time around she came with company. You were in the midst of a bicker with her because she didn’t wipe down a table like you had told her to when you saw Violet coming in with a little girl walking beside her.

You gasp at her childish antics, pinching her arm but then shushing her as you tight-lipped smile at Violet as she approaches the familiar display case. You try not to frown at the sight of her bandaged nose and small bruise sitting right on the apple of her cheek. Her outfit is similar from the last time you saw her except a simple oil-black hoodie with those same joggers. You even saw a bit of wrapped bandages on her hands peeking out from the sleeves.

Was she jumped or something?

“There are only, like, two people here and they’re sitting outside,” your sister whisper-shouts at you, plastering on a fake smile at the new customers. “Hi! Welcome in.”

Violet glances at Mila when she straightens her back, placing a gentle hand on the back of the child’s back to guide her to the display of new and fresh treats for the day. She places her little hands on the glass as she very eagerly bounces on the soles of her worn in dark blue tennis shoes.

“Hi! Violet, you’re back.” You turn to your sister and sneer quietly. “Clean the tables. Now, please.”

Mila gives Violet a once-over and you a narrow glare as she grumbles a ‘fine’ as she rounds the corner to go and wipe down the crumb and dust filled tables.

“Hey. You can call me Vi, by the way. I, uh, was with my sister for the day and she wanted to try this place. I gave her some of my danish and she went crazy.” Violet motioned to the child just a few feet below her, chuckling at her gazing hungrily at the sweets.

“Well, Vi, I’m glad to hear,” you lean your head to the side to get a good look at her sister.

She had a wild head of short waves, a small gap in between her two front teeth. Her outfit made her ten times more adorable; a plain white Henley long sleeve with a pair of overalls. Her big hazel eyes stared at you patiently.

“Hi, cutie. Do you see one that you like?” You question her with a friendly smile.

Her adorable face scrunches up in thought, stepping back to look at her choices. She turns her head to her older sister before pointing at a strawberry muffin and raising her hands to sign what you believe is ASL. You curse yourself for not knowing what she was telling the pink haired stranger.

“She wants to smell the strawberry muffin,” Vi chuckles. “I told her about how you let me smell my danish first before buying it.”

“Okay, I can do that for you. What’s her name?” You question, hoping it didn’t come off as offensive.

“Isha. She doesn’t talk much,” Vi raised a bandaged hand to settle on her light brown waves on her head, ruffling the strands.

“Well, Miss Isha,” you focus your attention on her once again, watching her bounce on the balls on her feet with excitement. You grab your trusty metal tongs to grab the muffin and place it on a soft blue ceramic plate to set it down on the counter area of your register set-up for her to smell. “Here you go. Let me know if you want to smell anything else.”

Your heart grows tenfold as Vi quietly tells Isha to not shove her nose into the muffin, smiling at her sister as she hovers close to the pastry.

“Is she the one who ate the pink donut?” You turn your attention to Vi, raising your brows as you adjust your flyaways from your bubble braid.

Pretty blue eyes flickering to yours, her brows twitch as if she was shocked that you remembered such a minuscule detail.

“No, that was my other sister,” she shakes her head. “Isha was actually very angry with me when I came home with no cupcakes or muffins for her so I’m making it up to her.”

You watch her scrunch up her bruised bridge of her nose for a second as Isha signs something else to her. Vi playfully rolls her eyes with a sigh as she turns to you with another wince.

“Can she eat this now? She has an impatient appetite.”

You chuckle with a nod as you hand the plate to her, muttering a ‘careful, sweetie’ to Isha who beams up at you. She scurries over to a small round table to hop up on the seat to divulge. Now that it was just you and Vi standing in front of each other.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask softly, eyes flicking to each injury on her gorgeous face.

Confused about your concern for her, her brows furrow for a moment. You watch her turn around to make sure Isha was all good, hounding down the muffin with crumbs falling from her mouth to the ground.

“Oh, yeah,” Vi shook her head, waving at you off as she grins sweetly. “I work at a kick-boxing studio and some of the kids can get aggressive. I’m okay, though, trust me. I’ve taken more than a few hits to the head.”

That explains the injuries and the bandaged hands. Of course, she was a kick-boxer. Her physique gave that away but what did you know? Isha was distracted with her muffin so you were able to converse with her, get to know her a little more so your gram would stop asking you if that cute pink haired girl came in again.

“Really? Where at?” You hum.

“It’s like fifteen minutes from here. Why? You want to come see kids beat me up?” She teases, folding her arms over her chest.

You hum with a nod, walking around the counter to place a napkin on the table so Isha could wipe her face to be rid of the sticky crumbs on her face. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. Because I’m a masochist.”

An actual laugh left her plush lips as she shook her head, eyes following you as you face her now. If Gram could see you now. Well, she was probably watching you from the security cameras in the back room with an evil smile.

“You know, I meant to ask. Do you make custom cakes?” Vi leans back to rest her lower back on the countertop where your register was, crossing her legs and shoving her hands into the pocket of her hoodie.

She really just looks like that, you thought to yourself.

“We do, yeah. Is your birthday coming up?” You look at her with raised brows.

Vi shakes her head, pointing to the little girl behind you. “No. Her birthday is next week and my family is throwing her a zoo themed birthday party.”

You awe out loud at the thought.

“That’s so cute. Yeah, I can— I mean, we can do that,” you shake your head as you correct yourself, hoping she didn’t catch your desperate slip-up.

Isha stands up from her table, dusting off the crumbs from her overalls. She walks over to you to hand you the plate, signing ‘thank you’ to you. You pause for a moment before hesitantly signing back ‘you’re welcome’ slowly, not sure if you were doing it right. You knew the basics but weren’t extremely educated on ASL. After today, though, you were determined to brush up on it.

Isha eyes brighten at you signing back to her. She turns to Vi with a smile so wide, you swore her cheeks would split open. She nods down at Isha, ruffling her hair once again as she reaches for her pocket to retrieve her wallet.

“Shit, sorry, how much do I owe you for the muffin?” Vi shuffles through the bills in her wallet.

“No, no. You’re… good. Don’t worry about it.” You wave her off, shaking your head.

Vi pauses before scoffing, attempting to shove the money into your palms. “I’m paying for the muffin.”

“Seriously. It’s one muffin, Vi. Plus, a little early birthday present for Isha.” You shove the bills into her hands once again, gripping onto her hands to make sure she doesn’t try to give them back.

Vi glances down at your gentle hands around hers. Reluctantly taking the money back, she takes the bills before shoving them back into the crease of her wallet. You try not to focus on how slightly bigger her hands were from yours; how surprisingly soft her knuckles were.

Isha seems to become impatient now with her elder sister, reaching up to tug on two of her fingers. Vi nods down to her, muttering a soft ‘okay, okay’.

“Thank you for that, by the way. And if it's not too much trouble for you, cupcake, can I get your number?” Vi questions as she takes Isha’s hand in hers. “You know, for any questions about what the cake should look like and what flavor it could be.”

Your brows furrow at her words before nodding, pursing your lips to repress the smile creeping onto your face. Cupcake. You like that nickname coming from her lips.

“Right! Yes, um,” you walk over to the counter to grab a sticky note and a pen to scribble down your personal number. “Here. Call or text me with all the information.”

You place the small yellow piece of paper into her palm that wasn’t holding Isha’s. She takes it in between her pointer and middle fingers, nodding with a confident smile.

“I will. See you, cupcake.”

“See you, Vi. Bye, sweetheart,” you bend down ever so slightly to wave at Isha.

The adorable girl waves her free hand at you with a just as cute toothy smile on her face. You excused it as a sugar rush as they walk away from you, hand in hand as they leave the store. Vi turns her head to give you one more glance before Isha is tugging her down the sidewalk.

Mila angrily stormed up to you the second they left and raised her hand with the rag to smack you on the forearm. You gasp and snatch the weapon away from her, pointing a finger in her face.

“What the hell? Stop hitting me with this,” you sneer.

“I’m wiping down tables and you’re flirting? How the hell is that fair?” Mila quips back as she folds her arms in front of her chest.

“I wasn’t flirting. I was taking a cake order, by the way, so you can stop whining.” You roll your eyes as you walk back around to the counter.

Mila sucks in a deep breath before shaking her head.

“Really? So what was that whole,” your sister cleared her throat, sucking in a deep breath. “Giving her your personal number when you could’ve just given her the store's number?”

You pause your movements of wiping down the counter from behind the register, thinking about it for a moment. You knew why. You just hated your sister being all in your business.

“Okay, what is it to you?” You get defensive. “I can’t… make new friends?”

Mila merely snorts before rolling her eyes.

“Sure. You definitely only want to be friends with her.”

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sistertotheknowitall · 11 months ago

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Some Guy on Fear Gas (can apparently turn invisible)

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“Danny was supposed to be in class today.”

There was a round of sighs in the coms. See Danny didn’t react in the same manner as the rest of the population when exposed to fear toxin (or in general, but they were mostly used to that). See Danny didn’t scream, he didn’t cry, he didn’t get violent. He got unnervingly paranoid.

He got so unnervingly paranoid about being watched, specifically by the government if the muttered and whispered words were to be believed. His eyes tracked nothing while he slowly moved around invisible people. It wasn't like dealing with someone in an active hallucination experiencing a psychotic break. It was like dealing with someone in a paranoid delusion. He wouldn't let any of the bats near him and often took off, disappearing into the chaos.

Four months into seeing this kid everywhere and their suspicions were confirmed when he literally disappeared after the second time being poisoned.

Danny was a meta and he was afraid.

That’s not the reason for the exasperation felt by this family though. It was what always happened after. The first time he ignored every vigilantly when they tried to bring it up. After the second time he attempted to avoid everyone, extended family included.

(He had asked Kate if she was also Batman’s kid. “More like their aunt.” “Oh okay so it really is a family business. Like that show Unnatural. You don't happen to have also lost your parents at a relatively young age and now go on to fight a dark presence in their honor, do you?.” Kate had stared passively at him, the others had warned her. “….. okay… are you more of a Zuko honor type?”)

However, it was like the universe conspired against Danny. Even Bruce agreed that there had to be some god or being doing this (nothing is ever a coincidence). They kinda felt bad for him. He was very obviously trying to avoid them and he was either really bad at being evasive or a deity was laugh at him. Once he had thrown himself behind a lamp pole smaller than himself and closed his eyes to avoid Stephanie.

(It was very awkward. He could turn invisible and knew they knew so why…..? She had politely continued past so not to embarrass the poor guy further. Cause this was embarrassing and they both knew it.)

Finally it was Duke who pulled them all out of limbo. He had come across Danny on the roof of another bank. A lesser known capital union closer to crime ally this time.

Danny hadn’t been avoiding Duke in the same manner as everyone else. He still stopped to give Duke food but he never spoke and he ran after. Duke thought it would be weird to chase him but it was also weird to turn around, have an orange shoved into his hands then watch his friend run away.

However, this time Danny didn’t run as Duke approached so Duke sat next to him. Pulling out a granola bar, he handed it to Danny, “that’s why you feed me all the time right? Cause you know how many calories we need as metas.”

Danny had laughed, “no actually, that was a bit that morphed into a habit. I just thought it was funny.”

“….what.”

“Don’t get me wrong, now that we’re friends I am more than happy to feed you but yeah. The first candy bar was a thank you and then the second time I thought ‘I have fruit.’”

“….. wow… okay.” There went his plan of empathizing. They sat in silence as Duke tried to reorganize his thoughts.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you all.” Duke turned his head to face Danny, who kept his eyes forward, “you know no one cares that you’re a meta.” “Obviously. It wasn’t the invisibility that I was upset about," Danny said.

“The muttering. The paranoia.” Danny grimaced and didn’t say anything.

“You don’t have to tell us till you’re ready, man. Just let us know if you need help. Please, are you safe?”

Danny nodded and Duke nodded back and they had both continued to sit. When they parted ways Danny handed Duke a small bag of chips.

Danny had apologized everyone one at a time even though they had heard it from Duke. Danny never explained nor did he want to talk about his it. His power of invisibility was also a subject off limits. All of them were worried but they didn’t want to force him to talk about it. They had to trust that he would one day feel comfortable doing so with any or all of them. (Still, it was hard seeing their friend so paranoid that he flinched back from them. )

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#I dont think I made this one to serious.#batman #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp crossover #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dpx #danny is just some guy

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starkeyisthelastname · 7 months ago

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OHHH ANOTHER THOUGHT!!!!!!!

idk how the porn community works HALSJKS but if its a thing to like ….. ship them ig??? … how would rafe react to r’s video with another dude being posted on twitter (maybe the first vid she’s made since her vid with rafe) and everyone’s in the comments being like “omg yas this is so hot!!!” “omg this is so much better than her and rafe!!” BALJEKS IDK

the first time someone’s talked negatively about him and it’s actually effected him 😅 he doesn’t like this ego being bruised

It was rare that Rafe checked social media, he just didn’t care about what people thought. He was pornstar and was used to being judged for his career choice and especially for the brutal way he fucked his costars. It was the Twitter notification he got though, with his name and your name tagged along with someone else’s who he didn’t know that caught his attention.

He opened the video, his blue eyes darkening as soon as he saw what it was. It was some nobody with a dick half the size of his, trying to make you cum. He could tell by the moans you were giving that it was all an act, and it ignited something in him he didn’t like. Watching another man fuck you, even if it was your job wasn’t something he particularly was a fan of. He had always loved pussy and money, and never once thought of ever quitting his rather successful porn career for anyone, until you started occupying his mind all day every day. He just couldn’t bring himself to end it yet, his addiction to sex and money way too deep.

As he went to exit out the app, a comment caught his eye. “Wow. She’s a pro at taking dick.” He scoffed as he read it out loud. What dick were you takin? That clown was the size of a pinky compared to him. It was the next one down that had his head raging in a way he had never experienced. ‘Her and @therafecameron video was weak compared to this. 🤣’ He seethed, these stupid idiots comments getting to him and bruising his extremely high ego. His knee bounced rapidly, thumb at the edge of his mouth as his mind raced wildly.

It was the phone, turned into landscape mode as Rafe’s long arm aimed it down to let it capture you taking dick. His free hand was wrapped in your hair, yanking your head back as he drilled into you at a brutal speed. The makeup you had on was smeared, tears streaming down your sparkly cheeks as he had some point to prove. He didn’t exactly say what, but it was a chance to get fucked by the man you were becoming obsessed with.

“Who’s fucking dick are you takin?” Rafe asked, his voice dripping venom as he yanked your head to make you look at him. His blue eyes, peered down at you in a predatory manner as he forced you to give him an answer.

The answer you gave was incoherent, your words coming out in babbles as an insane amount of pleasure was taking over your body. Your eyes rolled back, his huge dick tearing you apart as he wrapped his fist around your hair even harder. The phone that was recording the raw homemade scene was now shoved in your face, his hand on your head forcing you to look at the lens.

You were still so pretty, completely cock drunk off his monstrous ways as you were being his good personal whore. He leaned down, mustache brushing over your ear as he looked at the camera. It was quite a sexy sight to see his wild hair and striking blue iris’s making eye contact with the phone. “Tell them who’s dick your fuckin takin.” He spoke lowly, eyes watching your face through the screen. “Don’t make me repeat myself, I swear you’ll fucking regret it.” He gritted out, toned hips slapping against yours.

You cried out, his hand removing itself from your head to force your chin to look at the camera. You had no choice but to let out a loud whine, screaming the man’s name that you just wanted as yours. “Rafe Cameron! I’m t-takin Rafe Cameron’s dick!” Your voice cracking as you clamped down onto his cock.

As soon as heard that, a smirk came to his face and his nuts tightened. He tilted your chin towards him, sloppily kissing you with his tongue as the camera caught something Rafe never did with anyone. If the kissing wasn’t enough to make people a little shocked, it was that he posted it to his Twitter account, caption reading ‘The only dick that can get her screaming 😱 remember the fucking name bitches.’

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hiraethwrote · 7 months ago

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i prefer it, actually

summary: after being called in the middle of the night, megumi comes over to take care of you while you're drunk

[ loner!megumi x popular!reader ]

cw: college au, f!reader, sorority!reader, pure fluff, intoxicated reader, party but mostly going on in the background, throwing up, aged up characters

word count: 2.2k

“Hello?” Megumi answered the phone in a confused haze, the blaring ringtone waking him up from his deep sleep.

“Megumi? I think you should come down here.” The voice that greeted him wasn’t one he recognised, and his confusion only strengthened when he checked the caller ID to see a picture of you.

“Who is this?” He asked, slowly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up in his bed.

In the background, he heard muffled music interrupted by a loud gag. “It’s Kasumi.”

Kasumi? There was something scarily familiar about that name, and after a few silent moments of thought he connected the dots, remembering she was a part of your sorority.

And as the pieces fell together, the concern started to fill his body, serving almost as an alarm clock as his sleepiness become nothing but a distant memory in a matter of seconds. “Is she okay?”

“Well…” Kasumi trailed off on the other end of the phone before another horrible gag interrupted the line. “She’s just really drunk.”

His shoulders dared relax just an tad. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he sighed before another sickening sound he only assumed was you hunched over a toilet bowl. Some of his worry had settled when he knew you weren’t in any immediate danger at least, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep again until he was certain you were safely in bed.

As he promised, fifteen minutes later he walked through the door of your sorority, the party still in full swing as he bullied himself through the thick crowd to get to the stairs.

God, he couldn’t stand this. Too many people shoved into a house where the mere concept of personal space was long abandoned. Obnoxious music that was so loud you were unable to hear your own thoughts — and not to mention how incredibly annoying people got when drinking.

Therefore he could not for the life of him fathom why you loved it so much. Only a handful of times had he accompanied you to parties like this, and you always managed to have a good time. That might be the only thing he has ever found himself liking with these things; seeing how much you enjoyed yourself.

So for the most part, he just decided to stay in when you wanted to go out so he wouldn’t ruin your evening by moping around, constantly checking the time to see when it was acceptable for him to go to bed. He didn’t want to be that boyfriend who stopped you from doing the things you liked just because he didn’t want to.

When he reached your room, his head cleared up as the people and music from downstairs was shut out, transforming into muffled background noise through the floor. He placed three knocks on your bathroom door before it creaked open, spotting the blue haired girl he assumed had to be Kasumi. “Hey,” he whispered, leaning against the doorframe as she opened the door further.

“Thank god you’re here. She’s been begging for you for like two hours,” she groaned, not hesitating to walk out of the bathroom so she could return to the festivities. "I think she's pretty much finished in there, just tired now."

He cleared his throat. “Thanks for taking care of her,” he said awkwardly as she was about to exit your room.

“Of course,” she smiled sweetly. “She would have done the same for me,” and she was gone.

He turned back around, pushing the door fully open to reveal you just in the position he had excepted. Your hair was tied back in a ponytail, makeup slightly smudged from throwing up for who knew how long, a constant little shiver running through your body.

“How you hanging in there?” He asked, a small amused smirk creeping up on his face.

Lifting your head from where it was resting on your arm, you turned to look at him, face lighting up the second your eyes landed on him. “Megumi, you’re here!” You nearly cheered, both hands immediately extending towards him, needy for him to come join you on the floor.

He does as you wished, his hands instinctively stroking away the stray hairs that hung in front of your face, behind your ears. “Feeling okay?”

“Better now that you’re here!” You slurred, flashing your teeth at him in a huge grin. The annoyance and frustration caused by the party below was quickly forgotten at the sight of you beaming at him. Even though you looked tired, appearance tainted by the evening, it did nothing to smother beauty. “I didn’t think I’d see you tonight.” You were clearly still intoxicated, eyelids droopy as you mumbled sentences he could barely make out.

“A little blue birdie told me you needed me, so,” he shrugged, as if it was nothing to think about.

“Awe, baby,” you squealed as you fell forward, head landing on his chest. “You’re too good for me,” you sighed, melting into his body, the heat radiating off of him soothing the shiver present in your own body.

A gentle hand finds your upper arm to give it a light squeeze. “Do you think you can get up?” He felt the movement of your head agree to his request. He stands up first, grabbing ahold of your clammy hands and pulling you to your feet, instantly lacing his arm around your waist when you nearly fell over the second you were stood up. “Easy there,” he chuckled quietly.

“I’m fine!” You rushed in a high pitched tone, grabbing onto him for support, feeling the room spin a lot more now than when you were leaned over the toilet. When you weren’t nuzzled up against his warm chest anymore, the tremble quickly found its way back to your muscles. “‘m cold.”

“You’re cold?” He asked for confirmation. You only nodded, bottom lip sticking out in a dramatic pout. “Okay,” he whispered to himself before letting go of you by the sink before walking into your room to get you something.

“No, not that one!” You whined when he came back with one of your hoodies in his hands, earning you a confused frown from your boyfriend. “Want yours.”

He just rolled his eyes, acting as if he genuinely thought you were being a nuisance — but in reality, his heart did a little skip at the fact that you so persistently wanted to wear something of his instead.

At the foot of your bed he spotted a familiar hoodie, where you’d thrown it after waking up. Whenever the two of you didn’t spend the night together, you made sure to have a piece of his clothing nearby so he didn’t feel so terribly far away.

Could you be considered a clingy girlfriend? Probably — but you preferred the term devoted.

“Thank youuuuu,” you cooed as he simply tilted his head to signal for you to raise your arms. You happily obliged and he pulled it over your head, a satisfied hum slipping out as you hugged your arms around yourself to take in the familiar scent of your boyfriend.

Without saying anything, he grabbed your toothbrush with one hand, and your face with the other to hold it still, fingers softly digging into your plush cheeks. He finds it surprisingly unproblematic to help you brush your teeth, suspecting your drunken state might actually have served as help, paralysing your usual restlessness.

He gently grabbed your hand and guided you back to your room again, but was abruptly halted when you decided to stop dead in your tracks. With pinched eyebrows, he turned to you.

“Babe, I can’t go to bed with my makeup on.” You let go of his hand to retreat them into the sleeves of the sweater, hoping the warmth it usually provided would find you soon.

“Okay?” He asked, nervously moving his hand to his neck, rubbing it slightly as he waited for you to give him the right instructions.

“There’s makeup wipes under the sink,” you said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered under his breath and went to get the wipes. When he returned, he nearly stumbled over your limp body. During his short trip to the bathroom, you had suddenly decided to just lay down on your back in the middle of the floor. With another sigh, he positioned himself on his knees by your head before carefully lifting it into his lap.

He started with your eyes, lightly rubbing the wet wipe across your eyelids. It didn’t take long before he managed to draw a drunken giggle from your lips. “What?”

“You’re so gentle,” you opened your eyes to stare up at him, thinking he was upside down but you couldn’t be too sure as the room was still spinning. The frown — you once had thought was a chronic condition — was very much present.

“I don’t wanna pop your eyes out.”

You only laughed. “You’re not gonna pop my eyes out. C’mon, you can put a little more pressure.” He let out a long and stressed exhale before going back to work, grimacing in fear as he did as you’d told him.

Eventually, the makeup came off, but you continued to lay completely still. You kept your head in his lap, eyes closed and a small smile ever present on your face.

“Did you have fun tonight?” His voice was soft, barely audible — especially with the banging from the bass downstairs seeping through the floor.

“Meh,” you said simply as you shrugged.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you breathed as you open your eyes to meet his gaze again. “You weren’t there.” He snorted, slightly rolling his eyes at your statement, believing you were only lying to make him feel better about coming all the way down to your sorority in the middle of the night.

“Yeah, right. How much did you have to drink?”

“No, Megs, I’m serious,” you giggled as your hands acted on their own, raising to cup his cheeks. “There’s only so much fun I can have when you’re not here.”

He felt his cheeks heat against your hands — you didn’t seem to notice however. He always thought it strange, that even after the two of you became official, it didn’t take a lot of effort from you to bring that redness to his face, a colour that had only grown familiar to his features after getting to know you.

“Sure, so fun having me sulk at your heels all evening.” There’s nothing but sarcasm in his tone as he continued to try and hide his flushed cheeks.

“I don’t mind,” you said softly as you gaze directly into his eyes, his blush only amplifying. “I prefer it, actually.”

His soft eyes roamed your face, lips slightly parted in awe. He still didn’t understand how you, who was so sociable, always the life of the party, beyond stunning, had decided he was the one you wanted to be with. And time and time again you confirmed it to him that it was for real.

Without much more thought, he simply leaned forward to press a tender kiss on your lips, your lips curling up in a giddy smirk. You were unable to contain yourself, breaking the kiss by hiding your face behind your hands, strangling the sweet giggles spilling out of you.

“You still make me nervous,” you said in between the cute sounds that was like music to his ears.

“I make you nervous?” He scoffed. “Alright, you’re clearly still drunk. Time for bed.” He gently tapped your shoulder, trying to get you to lift from his lap.

“You can never take a compliment,” you grumbled, wearing the frown that was more often seen painted on his eyebrows. He didn’t entertain your complaints, merely helping you up before leading you to your bed.

When he was about to turn around, your hand grabbed a hold of his wrist, surprised by the strength in your clutch. “No, you gotta stay here tonight!”

“I’m not leaving,” he laughed. “I’m just going to get you some water,” he said as he grabbed your hand to force you to let go.

“Oh.”

He can’t help but shake his head a little. You were probably the only drunk person he liked — of course, he was biased. During the parties, you were so outgoing, in a way he always admired. And then, when it was time to turn in for the night, you became so incredibly cute.

After having fetched the glass, he returned to see you wrapped up in the covers, having pulled the hood over your head and nuzzled further into the clothing.

A content huff left his nose as he put the glass down on your nightstand before stripping down to his t-shirt and boxers, then he carefully climbed over you. He knew he’d only receive grumpy grunts of annoyance if he tried to shove you to sleep closest to the wall.

The second he closed his eyes, he felt you snake your arm tightly around his torso and burying your face against his back, wanting to consume as much of his body heat as possible. Two light taps on your hand caused you to loosen your grip before he wiggled to turn around so you were now burying your head in his chest instead.

A deep, much needed, breath filled your lungs before you simply melted into him as his arms wrapped around you, humming in satisfaction as his hands slowly began to rub your scalp.

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