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cumironi · 4 months ago

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hi! i really love your satosugu series so muchhhh! i hope you don't mind me making a request here ☺️ would you make it where they go to the club but someone trying to hitting on you and you want to go to the beach after? pleaseeee I will love you more if you do, thank you so much 💝☺️

IDIOTS AND SEAWEED : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

your two boyfriends got too protective over you, so what's better than to give them a little bit of seaweed and salt water?

warning. established relationship! satosugu, fluff, slightly injured ( reader ), blood, overprotective.

wc. 8,1k | m.list

i'm not really happy with how this turns out but i hope you still be able to enjoy it ☺️

the club was buzzing with energy, the bass thumping through the floor as you moved with shoko, grinding at each other, the two of you lost in the rhythm of the music. laughter spilled from your lips as you took a sip from your drink, the alcohol making everything feel a little lighter, a little more carefree. shoko mirrored your grin, her hair swinging as she danced beside you, both of you having the time of your lives.

your eyes flicked over to where your boyfriends were standing with nanami and yuu haibara. they were watching you with a mix of amusement and something else that made your heart race a little faster. suguru was leaning against the bar, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving you. satoru, on the other hand, had that playful grin on his face, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses as he exchanged a look with suguru.

nanami was his usual composed self, though there was a hint of a smile as he watched the two of you having fun. yuu haibara, ever the enthusiastic one, looked like he wanted to join in on the dance floor any minute.

you winked at suguru and satoru, knowing full well the effect it would have on them. satoru rolled his eyes playfully, but the smile on his face widened, while suguru just shook his head slightly, that smirk still firmly in place. you couldn’t help but laugh, the sight of their reactions only adding to your good mood.

suguru's eyes darkened as he watched you and shoko dance together, the way you moved against each other driving him crazy. satoru, who was standing next to him, noticed the change in his expression and chuckled quietly. he knew exactly what was going through suguru's mind, but he wasn't about to let his partner have all the fun.

“enjoying the view, suguru?” satoru said, a teasing edge to his voice as he took a sip from his own drink. “shut up,” suguru muttered, his eyes still fixed on you. as the hours passed, the atmosphere in the club became even more electric. the dance floor was filled with people, all of them lost in the music and the thrill of the night. you were dancing with shoko, your body moving in sync to the beat, when you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

you froze for a split second, your heart skipping a beat as you registered the unfamiliar touch on your hips. turning around, you were met with the sight of a man you didn’t recognize, his grin far too confident for your liking. his hand lingered on your waist as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “having fun?” he asked, his voice dripping with a sultriness that made your skin crawl.

your eyes narrowed as you took a small step back, putting some distance between you. “get your hand off me,” you said, your voice filled with annoyance, cutting through the music and the man's smug expression. he blinked, clearly taken aback by your response. his grin faltered for a moment, but he didn’t move, his hand still resting on your hip as if he hadn’t heard you correctly.

“i said,” you repeated, your tone even sharper now, “get. your. hand. off.” the man's expression hardened at your words, his grip on your hip unconsciously tightening as he tried to keep his cool. “hey, don't be like that,” he protested, his tone now laced with a hint of annoyance. “i'm just trying to have some fun, no need to be so uptight.”

he took a step closer to you, his body press against yours, his breath now coming in short puffs. his free hand moved to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “come on, relax a little.”

your eyes narrowed, any hint of patience you might have had vanishing in an instant. the tightening grip on your hip and his fingers on your chin only fueled the anger simmering inside you.

“i said,” you began, your voice icy, “get your filthy hands off me.”

you slapped his hand away from your chin with a sharp motion, not caring if it stung, your glare piercing right through him. you took a deliberate step back, putting as much space as possible between you and the creep, the disgust evident on your face.

“are you dumb?” you spat, your tone dripping with disdain, "did you seriously think that grabbing me like some desperate loser would get you anywhere? you're pathetic.”

his face twisted in anger, but before he could say anything, you cut him off, your voice rising above the thumping music, “you must be so fucking thick that your brain can even understand a simple words like taking your hands off me.”

the man's eyes flared with anger as you tore into him, your words stabbing into him like a thousand tiny knives. no woman had ever spoken to him like this before, and the shock of it was almost palpable. his face contorted into a twisted snarl as he clenched his fists, his own anger now boiling over.

“how dare you speak to me like that,” he snarled, taking a step forward, his body tense like a coiled spring, “you think you're better than me, don't you? you think you can just talk to me like that?”

a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you watched his face contort with rage. his anger only fueled your amusement, and you couldn't resist the urge to mock him further.

“uh-oh,” you said in a mocking tone, raising an eyebrow, “i think i can, and i just did.” your words hung in the air like a challenge, daring him to do something about it. his fists clenched tighter, and for a moment, it seemed like he might actually lose control.

the man's chest was heaving, his breath coming in ragged puffs as your words dug under his skin like a hot poker. he was barely holding himself back from pouncing on you right there, his eyes darkening with a barely controlled rage, the veins on his face popping out from the tension.

“watch your mouth,” he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. “you think you're tough, but i could have you begging for mercy in an instant,” he took another step forward, his body now looming over you. a slow, mocking grin spread across your face as you saw how close he was to losing it. you brought your hands together, pretending to pout in exaggerated fear.

“oh, i’m scared,�� you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. you even added a little tremor for effect, fanning yourself dramatically, “everyone, i’m scared.”

you turned your head slightly, as if looking for someone in the crowd who might care, your expression the picture of fake concern. then you looked back at him, batting your lashes in mock submission. “please,” you continued, your tone now laced with a taunting edge, “show me some mercy.”

your words cut through the air, sharp and humiliating, and the crowd around you began to notice the scene unfolding. a few people even chuckled, the sound only fueling the man’s frustration. his face turned a dangerous shade of red, his fists trembling as he struggled to keep control.

the man’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment and fury as the words registered in his mind. the people around them had started to stop and watch the scene unfold, a few even laughing at your mocking response.

he could feel the heat rise up his neck, spreading to his face as the humiliation set in. nobody had ever dared to treat him like this, much less a woman. he took another step forward, his body nearly trembling with his barely concealed anger. “you… you…,” he stuttered, the words failing him in the face of your unrelenting mockery.

you couldn't help but laugh, along with shoko behind you, the sound light and condescending as the man struggled to find his words. his face was a blotchy mix of red and white, his frustration palpable, and you decided to twist the knife just a little more.

“you… you… what?” you mimicked his stutter with exaggerated concern, tilting your head and widening your eyes in mock sympathy. “aw, are you having trouble finding your words? poor thing.”

you crossed your arms, tapping your fingers against your bicep as if waiting for him to come up with something worthwhile to say. the crowd around you snickered, clearly entertained by the spectacle, and the man's face only grew redder with every passing second.

“come on now,” you continued, your voice dripping with mock encouragement, “use your big-boy words. surely you can do better than that.” from the corner of your eye, you could see suguru and satoru watching from the bar, their expressions a mix of amusement and pride. they were ready to jump in if things escalated, but for now, they were enjoying the show, confident in your ability to handle the situation.

the man's fists trembled now, the tension in his body so taut it was a miracle he didn't explode right there on the spot. the people around him were now openly laughing at the display, their mockery adding fuel to the fire. he glanced at them, his face twisting in frustration, and back to you.

“don't... don't make fun of me!” he finally managed to say, his voice quivering with rage, “you... you think you're so damn funny. you think you're special.” you couldn't hold back a burst of laughter at his pitiful attempt to regain control. his trembling voice, the way he stuttered through his words—it was all too amusing.

“mememe,” you mimicked, your tone high-pitched and mocking as you made a childish face, mimicking a whiny tone. you then let out a hearty laugh, clearly enjoying how much you were getting under his skin.

the crowd around you erupted into more laughter, some even mimicking your mocking tone, further humiliating the man. his face flushed an even deeper shade of red, his fists clenching tighter as his body shook with barely contained rage. “oh, i think i’m hilarious,” you said, still laughing, wiping a fake tear from your eye, “and special? absolutely. thanks for noticing.”

as the crowd's laughter grew louder, his anger seemed to reach its breaking point. but before he could do something reckless, you saw suguru and satoru moving closer from the bar, their expressions a mix of amusement and protective instinct. satoru’s voice cut through the noise, light and teasing. “oh, she’s definitely special. now, if you’re done embarrassing yourself, i suggest you walk away.”

the man's eye's flicked to suguru and satoru, his body going tense as they approached. he looked back at you, his face a picture of humiliated fury, before spitting on the floor at your feet. “like i'd walk away just because you said so,” he said, his voice trembling with anger, “she's just a woman. i'll do what i want.” suguru's expression darkened at the man's words, his hand moving to your hip as a clear warning.

“watch your mouth,” suguru growled, his voice low and dangerous. “you don't want to make this any worse for yourself.” the man smirked, a hint of spite in his eyes. “and what are you going to do about it? hit me? go on, try it.” satoru chuckled, a dangerous edge to his voice, “oh, we don't have to hit you. there are plenty of other ways to put you in your place.”

“oh yeah? like what?” the man retorted, his voice dripping with arrogance. satoru stepped closer, a sly smile on his face. “well, for starters, we could tell everyone in this club what a pathetic little sleazebag you are.” his words hit their mark, the man's confident smirk faltering for just a split second. he glanced around as the people nearby started to pay even more attention, their eyes darting between him and the three of you. don't forget shoko, yuu and nanami watching from behind.

the man's face paled slightly as more people turned their attention to the confrontation. it was clear that whatever leverage he thought he had was quickly disappearing. he looked at you, his eyes full of frustration and anger, but you met his gaze with a cool smirk.

“go on,” you coaxed, your voice smooth and sultry. “tell everyone how you tried to touch me without my consent.” the man's eyes widened in shock, his face flushing even more as people around you whispered in shock.

suguru's hand tightened on your hip as the whispers grew louder. he was getting more and more tense, ready to act if necessary. satoru's smile turned sharper as he saw the man falter.

“oh, and don't forget the part where you tried to intimidate her,” satoru added, his voice sickly sweet but with a clear undercurrent of mockery. “can't forget that, now can we?” the man's face was now beet red, his eyes darting around frantically as he struggled to find a way out of the hole he'd dug himself into.

the whispers around you grew into murmurs as people began to whisper about the man's behavior. he looked around, his eyes darting from one person to the next, a hint of panic starting to show on his face as he realized he was in over his head

“i... i didn't mean anything by it,” he stammered, his voice now pleading, “i was just having a bit of fun.” suguru's lips curled into a sneer, “really? fun is grabbing someone without their consent? interesting definition you have there.”

you let out a tired sigh, your amusement fading as the man’s panicked stammering became more pathetic by the second. this whole situation had lost its entertainment value, and now it was just exhausting. “just go,” you said, your tone flat and dismissive, waving a hand as if shooing away an annoying insect, “i’m bored already.”

the man's face twisted in anger once again at your dismissing tone, but before he could respond, suguru’s grip on your hip tightened. he leaned in close to the man, his eyes dark and menacing. “you heard the lady,” suguru said, his voice low and dangerous, “get lost before i do something we both regret.”

the man bristled, but knew he was outnumbered and out-classed. he shot one last, spiteful look in your direction before storming off through the crowd, his face a sullen mess.

the people around you went back to their own business, the excitement quickly dissolving as the scene played out. satoru let out a low whistle, his eyes glittering with humor. “well, that was entertaining,” he said, a smirk on his face as he looked at you, “you sure know how to handle creeps, don’t you?”

you let out a wry chuckle, leaning back into suguru's chest as you felt his grip loosen slightly. “dealing with assholes is an art form,” you quipped, “and i'm a goddamn artist.” you scrunch your nose at your own words, suddenly feeling a hint of embarrassed. suguru huffed out a laugh, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your hip.

“that you are,” he agreed, his voice rough with amusement, “but next time, try not to give them a show, alright?” you frowned playfully, turning slightly in suguru’s arms to look up at him. “and lose a free circus like that? not a chance,” you replied with a smirk, “if a monkey wants attention, i’m going to give them one.” suguru chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, "you do love putting on a show, don’t you?”

suguru shook his head, a mix of mock annoyance and affection on his face. “you enjoy getting into trouble far too much,” he said, his voice slightly lecturing, but his eyes were soft as he looked at you. “one of these days you're going to bite off more than you can chew.”

satoru snickered in front of you.

“that's why she has us, to clean up the mess she makes.” you snickered, your eyes glinting with mischief as you turned to suguru. “you should be more smart like satoru, baby,” you teased, reaching over to ruffle satoru’s hair like he was a puppy. satoru grinned wide, clearly enjoying the playful attention.

suguru mock-scowled at you, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away from satoru's hair.

“i'm plenty smart enough,” he said, his voice slightly petulant, “and i'd thank you not to encourage this one's bad behavior.” he gestured at satoru, who simply grinned wider, clearly relishing the moment.

you let out a bored sigh, your gaze drifting across the dance floor as people swayed and drank, lost in their own worlds. the vibrant energy that had initially excited you was now starting to feel a bit stale, the same repetitive beats and drunken laughter blending into a background noise that barely held your interest.

suguru noticed your shift in mood, his hand on your hip sliding up to your waist as he leaned down towards your ear. “bored already?” he asked, his voice rumbling close to your ear, his warm breath fanning across your neck. satoru’s eyes flicked from you to suguru, his smirk transforming into a knowing smile.

you were silent for a moment, feeling the warmth of suguru’s breath against your neck and the weight of his question hanging in the air. the noise, the lights, the crowd—it all seemed so monotonous now, and the idea of staying any longer felt suffocating.

suddenly, a thought struck you, and without another word, you pulled away from suguru, a determined look in your eyes. “let’s go to the beach,” you said, your tone decisive as you began to weave your way through the crowd, not waiting for their response.

suguru and satoru exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and amusement flashing across their faces before they hurried to follow you. they knew better than to question your sudden decisions.

on your way out, you spotted your friends—shoko, nanami, and haibara—still caught up in their own fun. without breaking stride, you reached out and pinched nanami’s cheek, earning a lazy look from him as he turned to you.

“we’re heading out first,” you announced, your tone light but with an edge of finality that left no room for argument. nanami just sighed, clearly used to your unpredictable nature, while shoko and yuu waved you off with a smile. “have fun,” shoko called after you, her voice barely carrying over the music.

with a quick wave, you continued toward the exit, your boyfriends close behind. the idea of the cool night air, the sound of the waves, and the peace of the beach had already lifted your spirits, and you knew that wherever the night led, it would be far better than staying in the crowded club.

suguru and satoru followed behind you like obedient shadows, sharing amused grins as they watched you in action. your unpredictability was one of the many things they loved about you, and it never failed to keep them on their toes.

suguru’s hand found your hip again, his grip firm as they made their way out of the club, the cool night air a stark contrast to the hot, cramped atmosphere inside. “lead the way, princess,” satoru said, his tone teasing but affectionate.

as the three of you made your way to the car, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the sudden change of plans. suguru’s hand on your hip was a comforting presence, and satoru’s teasing words brought a small smile to your lips.

once you reached the car, suguru slid into the driver’s seat, while satoru took the front passenger seat. you, however, slipped into the back, feeling a bit giddy as you settled in. as soon as the car started moving, you rolled down the window and leaned your head out, letting the cool night breeze whip through your hair and across your face.

the wind felt refreshing, a welcome contrast to the stifling heat of the club, and it seemed to clear the last remnants of alcohol from your system. you closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of freedom that came with the open road and the spontaneity of the night.

suguru kept his eyes on the road ahead, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he cast a sly look at you in the rearview mirror. he couldn’t help but admire the way the wind tousled your hair and the way your eyes closed in contentment.

satoru, on the other hand, twisted around in his seat, his usual smirk on his lips as he watched you bask in the open air. “you’re like a stray cat,” he teased. “always wanting to do unexpected things.” you playfully roll your eyes at him with a smile on your lips, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “what can i say, i like things exciting,” you retorted, leaning further out the window, the cool air caressing your face.

suguru chuckled from the driver’s seat, his eyes flickering to the road then back to you. “exciting is an understatement, baby. you’re a goddamn tornado, leaving chaos wherever you go.”

you chuckled at satoru’s comment, opening your eyes to meet his gaze, your expression playful. “and you boys are just my loyal hounds, following me wherever i lead.” suguru huffed a small laugh, his eyes still on the road but his tone slightly chiding. “careful, princess. your ego is starting to get a little inflated."

satoru snickered at your retort, his gaze never leaving you. “loyal hounds?” he mused, his eyes glimmering with playful challenges. “more like enablers for your whirlwind tendencies.” suguru chimed in from the driver's seat, his tone half-serious and half-amused, “someone needs to keep you in line, princess. otherwise, you'd run wild and take over the world.”

you chuckle lightly, “sorry.”

satoru and suguru both chuckle at your faux apology, knowing damn well you were as unapologetic as they come. “yeah, we believe you,” satoru said, rolling his eyes jokingly. suguru grins in the driver's seat, his eyes meeting your side profile in the rearview mirror. “just try not to cause too much chaos tonight, alright?”

you ignored their teasing remarks, keeping your eyes closed and your head still out the window, letting the wind brush against your face. their laughter and playful banter were familiar, comforting even, but right now, you were content to just be in the moment, letting your more carefree, playful side take over.

satoru and suguru exchanged knowing glances, their amusement tinged with affection. they knew you well enough to understand that sometimes, you just needed to let loose and be in your own world for a bit. after all, being younger than them, you still had that playful energy that demanded to be let out every now and then.

“she’s in her own world,” suguru murmured, his tone soft as he watched you through the rearview mirror. satoru, sensing the shift in your demeanor, turned around in his seat to look at you. his eyes softened as he took in your relaxed expression, your chin tilted up to the sky as you basked in the night air. “she’s like a goddamn cat,” he said, his voice lowered to a murmur so only suguru could hear him, “one minute, she’s a wild whirlwind and the next, she’s all content and calm.”

almost an hour later, the three of you arrived at the beach. the moment the car came to a stop, you were already unbuckling your seatbelt and throwing open the door. without a second thought, you bolted out of the car, kicking off your shoes and tossing your bag aside as you made a beeline for the shore.

“wah, it's the beach!” you squealed, your voice full of excitement as you dashed across the sand, the cool night air whipping through your hair.

suguru and satoru watched you with fond smiles, taking their time as they got out of the car. they knew you well enough to expect this kind of reaction, and they couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment as they watched you run toward the water, your laughter echoing in the night. satoru bent down to pick up your discarded shoes and bag, shaking his head with a grin. “be careful, baby!”

suguru shut the car door and leaned against it, folding his arms as he watched you race down the beach. his eyes were soft, filled with a mixture of amusement and affection, as he observed your carefree demeanor.

“don’t get into the water!” he called out, his voice stern but laced with a hint of humor. “you might get soaked and catch a cold!” satoru, meanwhile, continued to gather your belongings, his head shaking slightly, “as if that’ll stop her,” he muttered, a smirk on his lips.

you ignored suguru's warning and continued darting across the sand. the cool night air was invigorating, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore only amplified the rush of excitement bubbling within you.

satoru finally caught up to you, his long strides quickly closing the distance. he playfully grabbed you around the waist, pulling you to a stop. “slow down, baby,” he teased, his voice light, “you’ll run yourself ragged.”

you let out a playful whine as satoru pulled you to a stop, your attempt to continue forward halfhearted. “you’re spoiling the fun,” you complained, though there was no heat behind your words. suguru, catching up to the two of you, rolled his eyes in amusement. “yeah, because getting yourself exhausted and collapsing on the beach sounds like so much fun,” he retorted, his voice laced with dry sarcasm.

satoru chuckled, his arms still wrapped loosely around your waist, holding you in place. “yeah, and us having to drag your sleepy, exhausted butt back to the car sounds like a blast.” suguru couldn’t help but join in on the teasing, his mocking comment adding to the banter. “not to mention the sand you'll undoubtedly get all over the car.”

you let out an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes at their teasing. “both of you suck,” you muttered, your voice laced with mock irritation as you tried to wriggle out of satoru's hold, but he only tightened his grip, chuckling softly against your ear.

suguru's eyebrow raised, a wicked glint in his eyes as he caught sight of your mock irritation. “aww, is someone getting grumpy because we're trying to look out for her?” he taunted, moving closer to you. satoru, still holding you captive in his arms, snickered, his breath warm against your ear, “can't handle a bit of teasing, princess? aren't you supposed to be having fun?”

you shot suguru a pointed look, clearly annoyed by his teasing. “well, i can’t, because you two decided to be party poopers and won’t let me,” you retorted, trying to sound more exasperated than you actually were.

satoru playfully squeezed you tighter, his chin resting on your shoulder. “ahh, the struggles of being loved and cared for,” he mused sarcastically, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. suguru chuckled, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “yeah, we're such buzzkills, thinking about your well-being and everything.”

you leaned back into satoru’s chest, your mock irritation giving way to a subtle sense of comfort. as annoying as their overprotectiveness could be at times, deep down, you appreciated their concern. but there was no way you'd ever admit it aloud. suguru took a step closer, a sly grin on his lips as he closed in on you. “don’t worry, princess. we’ll find a way to entertain you without letting you exhaust yourself to death.”

you huffed, your annoyance slowly melting away under their affectionate banter. you knew both of them well enough to recognize that they were only teasing and that their words came from a place of concern. “more like paranoid worrywarts,” you muttered, a hint of a pout on your lips, “can't you just let me enjoy the beach without being mother hens all the time?”

satoru chuckled, his arms still wrapped tight around your waist. “oh, sweetheart, as if we have any control over our protective instincts when it comes to you.”

suguru couldn't help but chime in as well, his tall figure now standing directly beside you. “we just want to make sure you're safe and sound. even from the dangers of... sand,” he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

you groaned, rolling your eyes at their overprotective antics. “oh, come on, i swear i'll be careful. i’m not going to the water,” you said, trying to sound as exasperated as possible. satoru gave you a gentle squeeze, his chin resting against your shoulder. “aww, look at her, trying to convince us that she'll behave,” he teased.

suguru chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “yeah, and how many times have we heard that before only to find her doing exactly what we warned her not to do?”

you let out a frustrated hum, feeling your patience thin as their overprotectiveness continued. “i wanna go home,” you mumbled, your tone carrying a hint of annoyance. satoru's arms around your waist loosened slightly as he heard your words. he could hear the genuine irritation in your tone and knew better than to push your limits. suguru, too, seemed to pick up on your annoyance, a hint of concern flitting across his features.

“hey, hey, hey,” satoru crooned, his voice softer now, “we don't have to go back yet, alright? we can find something else to do here.” you mumbled, still feeling a bit down, “i’m not in the mood now,” as you looked down at the wet sand, absentmindedly playing with it using your feet.

suguru and satoru exchanged an almost telepathic glance, their expressions shifting from playful teasing to genuine worry. they could sense that your mood had genuinely taken a hit and they knew they had pushed you a bit too far.

suguru stepped closer, his hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. “hey,” he said softly, “we didn't mean to ruin your fun. we just...” suguru's voice trailed off, unable to find the right words. you continued to look at the sand, your toes absentmindedly sifting through it. “yeah, it’s okay, whatever,” you said quietly, your tone suggesting that you were still feeling a bit off.

satoru and suguru continued to exchange glances, their expressions turning more serious by the moment. seeing you in this state, even though it was their fault, caused a pang of guilt and regret in their hearts. satoru was the first to break the silence, his voice uncharacteristically softer than usual. “baby...”

suguru, not one to shy away from expressing his feelings, spoke up next, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder, “hey, princess, we're sorry.“

their apology hung in the air, the weight of their words conveying the sincerity behind them. they genuinely felt bad for pushing your buttons and spoiling your mood.

satoru, still standing behind you, gently spun you around so that you faced him. his eyes met yours, his expression a mix of remorse and tenderness. “yeah, we didn’t mean to kill your vibe. we were just... being dumbasses,” he admitted, his tone laced with regret.

you didn't look up, still focused on the sand beneath your feet. deep down, you knew you were being a bit petty and unreasonable, but your frustration and annoyance were getting the better of you.

satoru gently pulled you back against him, his arms wrapping loosely around your waist. “look, we're sorry, alright? we didn't mean to piss you off. we just...” suguru's hand squeezed your shoulder, silently echoing satoru's words, “we just want to keep you safe, that's all.”

satoru's chin found its usual spot on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke. “we just... we worry about you, princess, you know that. sometimes we go a bit overboard in trying to protect you, and we forget that you're not a fragile doll that needs constant watch over.”

suguru, standing beside you, added his thoughts in a more direct manner, “yeah, we just care about you too damn much, alright? but that doesn't give us an excuse to ruin your night.” you sighed softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you said, “i don't wanna be in here anymore, i wanna go home.” the excitement you had felt earlier had completely drained away, leaving you feeling deflated and upset.

both satoru and suguru were stunned into a brief silence at your words. they could see the disappointment and upset etched on your face, and it left them feeling even more remorseful for letting the night take this turn.

“hey, okay. we'll go home. we'll go home,” suguru said quietly, his hand on your shoulder giving a gentle squeeze. satoru, still holding you from behind, tightened his embrace around your waist. his voice was low and soft as he leaned in to speak into your ear. “we'll get you home, baby. we're sorry.”

as you quietly stepped toward the car, both satoru and suguru remained somber, their minds weighed down by the evening's turn of events. but then, out of nowhere, you grabbed a clump of wet seaweed and launched it straight at satoru's face, another piece landing perfectly on suguru's head. their stunned expressions were priceless.

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, your previous sadness momentarily forgotten. “but catch me if you can first, bitch!” you shouted playfully, already sprinting down the beach, your laughter echoing in the night air.

satoru and suguru were caught completely off guard as the wet seaweed splattered onto them, the cold, slimy texture clinging to satoru's face and suguru's head. they stood there, stunned for a split second, before the realization of what just happened sank in.

satoru blinked, wiping the seaweed off his face, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “you little— oh, you’re so dead for that!” he called out, his voice filled with mock anger as he started after you.

suguru shook his head, seaweed dangling from his hair as he let out a hearty laugh. “you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he shouted, joining satoru in the chase, both of them determined to catch up with you. you were already several paces ahead, laughing as you sprinted toward the beach, your earlier sadness completely forgotten in the thrill of the moment.

satoru and suguru moved with incredible speed, their long legs eating up the distance between them and your fleeing figure. as they ran, they could hear your laughter bouncing off the night air, the sound both annoying and endearing at the same time. suguru, his voice slightly out of breath but filled with determination, called after you. “you think you can outrun us, princess?”

satoru chimed in, a playful smirk on his lips. “you’re forgetting that we’re superhuman freaks when it comes to speed, baby. there's no escaping us!”

your heart pounded in your chest as you saw them gaining on you. you pushed yourself to run even faster, the cool night air whipping past your face.

“fuck!” you screamed, your laughter bubbling up again despite the adrenaline rush. you glanced over your shoulder, seeing their determined expressions, which only made you laugh harder. the thrill of the chase had your pulse racing, even if you knew they’d catch you eventually.

satoru and suguru were closing in, their strides determined and relentless. they were gaining ground with every second, their superhuman speed giving them an advantage you couldn't match for long.

suguru's voice carried over the sound of the crashing waves, filled with determination and amusement. “you’re not getting away, princess. we're gonna catch you sooner or later!” satoru couldn't help but add his own taunt as they drew closer. “you're fast, but we're faster. give up already, baby. you can't win this race!”

you saw the mischievous grin on satoru's face as he twirled the seaweed in his hand, his eyes gleaming with playful menace. your fake apology didn't fool him or suguru for a second—they knew you too well.

“fuck, i'm sorry!” you yelled, but the laughter in your voice betrayed you.

satoru chuckled darkly, “oh, you’re gonna be sorry when i get you!”

you pushed your legs to run faster, but their footsteps were getting closer. the thrill of the chase only fueled your laughter, knowing they wouldn’t let you get away without some playful revenge.

satoru and suguru were now hot on your heels, their breathing slightly labored but their determination unwavering. the gap between you had narrowed considerably, their long strides making up the distance with ease.

suguru's voice, filled with a mix of mock irritation and amusement, called out behind you. “don't think saying you’re sorry will save you now, princess.” satoru echoed his comment, a smirk on his face. “yeah, you're going to pay for that little seaweed stunt. better start bracing yourself for your punishment!”

you skidded to a stop, quickly scooping up a handful of wet seaweed from the sand. your heart raced with excitement as you prepared to launch it at them, a wide grin spreading across your face.

“come on, boys, you want some more?” you taunted, your arm cocked back, ready to throw.

satoru and suguru were almost upon you, their hands reaching out to grab you, but you were quick, ducking and weaving out of their grasp while still holding your ammunition. “think you can dodge us forever?” suguru called out, his tone playful yet determined. with a laugh, you threw the seaweed at them, catching satoru on the shoulder.

satoru yelped as the seaweed hit his shoulder, his expression momentarily stunned before a cheeky grin spread across his face.

suguru burst into laughter as he watched you duck and weave out of their grasp. he shook his head, a mixture of amusement and admiration lighting up his eyes. “you're relentless, you know that?”

satoru brushed the seaweed off his shoulder, his eyes narrowing in playful determination. “oh, now you've done it. you just signed up for some serious payback, baby.” just as you tried to dodge again, satoru’s long arms finally wrapped around you, pulling you back toward him. “gotcha!” he exclaimed triumphantly, holding you tight while suguru came up to help pin you down.

your laughter echoed through the night, knowing you’d be in for whatever playful revenge they had in mind next. gojo swung your body slightly as he held you against his chest, laughing.

satoru and suguru were both breathing heavily from their chase as they finally caught you, satoru holding you tightly against him while suguru stood beside you. their hands held you firmly in place, making it impossible for you to escape.

satoru's laugh filled the air as he held you against him, his body still buzzing from the adrenaline. “you little brat,“ he mused, his voice tinged with mock annoyance. “you thought you could outmaneuver us, but we got you anyway.”

you covered your face with your hands, feeling the seaweed slipping through your fingers as you tried to shield yourself from the inevitable. your laughter was muffled, but the joy and mischief were still evident as you squirmed in satoru's grasp, trying to wiggle free. “suguru, no!” you managed to gasp between laughs, peeking through your fingers to see him holding the seaweed with a wicked grin.

“oh, yes,” suguru teased, slowly approaching with the seaweed in hand, “you’ve had your fun, now it’s our turn.” you wriggled harder, your laughter turning into a mixture of giggles and mock pleas as you tried to escape, but satoru’s hold on you was firm.

satoru chuckled, his arms holding you tight against him as you squirmed and laughed in his grasp. he could feel the tension in your body as you tried to shield yourself from the inevitable seaweed attack.

suguru approached with a wicked grin, holding the seaweed in his hand. his eyes gleamed with amusement as he taunted you, “oh, you're not going anywhere, princess.”

together, satoru and suguru began to tease you with the seaweed, gently tickling you with it and laughing as you squirmed and giggled in vain attempts to escape. you let out a playful scream, “not my hair!” as you squirmed even more, desperately trying to dodge the tickling seaweed. your laughter echoed through the air, blending with satoru and suguru’s as they continued their teasing assault.

satoru chuckled, his grip on you unwavering as he teased, “oh, now you’re worried about your hair? too late, princess!”

suguru, equally amused, waved the seaweed close to your head with exaggerated slowness, drawing out your mock panic. “don't worry, we'll make sure it's styled perfectly,” he joked. your giggles turned into full-blown laughter as you struggled, your hair becoming their main target.

your struggles and laughter only made satoru and suguru more determined to tease you further. they continued to wave the seaweed playfully over your head, their grins widening with each sound that escaped your lips.

satoru's voice was filled with false seriousness as he declared, “we’re just trying to give you that beach-chic look, princess.” suguru chimed in, his own voice laced with laughter, “yeah, you know, tousled and windblown. the perfect look for a night at the beach!”

with a triumphant laugh, suguru carefully wrapped the long piece of seaweed around your neck, making it look like a ridiculous, slimy scarf. satoru, still holding you tightly against his chest, couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the sight.

“there we go,” satoru teased, his voice filled with amusement, “a perfect accessory for our little troublemaker.”

suguru stepped back to admire their handiwork, a satisfied grin on his face. “you’re rocking that look, princess. very avant-garde,” he joked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement. “you two are the worst,” you muttered, but your grin betrayed how much fun you were actually having. both satoru and suguru chuckled at your comment, clearly enjoying themselves immensely as they teased you. satoru's arms held you tightly against him, while suguru stood back admiring his handy work.

satoru smirked, his voice playful. “oh, come on, princess. you know you love it when we give you a makeover.”

suguru chimed in, his tone full of mock seriousness. “yeah, we're just your fashion consultants for the night. seaweed is the hottest accessory this season, you know.” you rolled your eyes dramatically, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at your lips as you played along. “if this is what you call a makeover, i think i need to fire my stylists,” you quipped, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as your laughter broke through.

satoru and suguru exchanged a quick, mischievous glance, their eyes lighting up with a new idea. before you could even react, satoru tightened his grip around your waist, and suguru grabbed your legs.

“wait, no—!” you barely managed to protest before they hoisted you off the ground. with a shared laugh, they swung you towards the water, ignoring your playful struggles. “time for a swim, princess!” satoru declared.

and with that, they tossed you into the shallow waves, the cold water splashing around you as you landed with a squeal.

satoru and suguru burst into laughter as they tossed you into the cool water. they stood a few feet away, their eyes gleaming with amusement as they watched you splash and flail in the shallow waves. suguru called out to you, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. “how's the water, princess? a little cold, i bet!”

satoru added, still laughing, “yeah, we figured we'd give you a nice, refreshing rinse. gotta make sure you're clean after our little seaweed fashion session!”

both satoru and suguru stood near the edge of the water, their jeans soaked from the splash. their expressions mixed between amusement and concern as they watched you stand up, shaking off the water.

you looked up at them with a playful scowl, ready to unleash your mock fury. “oh, you’re assholes,” you grumbled, but before you could make a move, a wave caught you off guard.

you stumbled and fell, the water rising up around you as you landed with a splash. your laughter mingled with the sound of the waves, the playful battle now turned into a full-on water fight as you tried to regain your footing, grinning up at them despite your soggy predicament.

satoru and suguru couldn't help but burst into laughter once again as they saw you stumble and fall back into the water. they watched as you tried to regain your footing, still spluttering and laughing despite the now sopping wet state.

suguru called out to you, his voice filled with mock taunting, “looks like you're the one who needs a rinse now, princess!”

satoru echoed his sentiment, his own laughter joining in, “yeah, might as well dive back in and make the most of it, baby!” you managed to find your footing and, with a mischievous grin, reached out to grab both satoru and suguru. you pulled them into the water with a forceful splash, their surprised yelps merging with your laughter.

as they tumbled into the shallow waves, you stood over them, pointing and laughing. “who’s the loser now?” you taunted, your laughter ringing out as they floundered in the water, their once smug expressions now replaced with wide-eyed surprise.

satoru and suguru let out surprised yelps as you yanked them into the water with you. they stumbled and tripped, ending up on their butts in the shallow waves before you.

they sat there, disoriented and soaking wet, before glancing up at you with matching looks of mock shock. satoru brushed the hair from his eyes, his voice filled with exaggerated indignance, “you little sneak!”

suguru was equally surprised but couldn't help a laugh escaping. “oh, princess, you don't fight fair!”

you snorted, your grin widening as you looked down at them. “oh honey, everything is fair in love and war,” you replied, your tone playful and unapologetic. satoru chuckled, his eyes narrowing with playful determination. “fine, if it's a war you want, princess, you got it.”

he suddenly lunged at you, trying to grab your ankle and pull you back down into the water. suguru followed right behind, his own competitive gleam in his eyes. the three of you splashed and laughed as you all grappled and wrestled in the shallow waves. it was a playful and lighthearted battle, each of you trying to get the upper hand on the others.

satoru and suguru tried to knock you off balance, their eyes sparkling with amusement. “no escaping us now, princess!” they taunted, their voices a mix of mock seriousness and laughter. you tumbled between them with a splash, falling into the shallow water where satoru and suguru were sitting. you laughed as you hit the water, the cold waves mixing with your giggles.

satoru grinned at you, his eyes alight with mischief. “gotcha!” suguru chuckled, joining in on the teasing, “yeah, you're not getting away this time, princess.”

satoru reached out and pinched your side, playfully tickling you as he and suguru both laughed at your predicament. “you really thought you could knock us both down and walk away unscathed, huh?”

you let out a squeal as satoru's tickling fingers found their mark, wriggling and laughing as you tried to fend him off. suguru’s arm around your waist, pressing your back against his hard chest, provided a comforting anchor as you sat between them, their playful banter and laughter adding to the fun.

“you two are impossible,” you managed to say between giggles, resting against suguru’s side. the warmth of their presence and the playful splashing made you forget all about the earlier frustration, enjoying the carefree moment with them.

satoru chuckled, his fingers still dancing over your skin as he continued his playful attack. “oh, you love it, princess,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. suguru, his arm still wrapped around your waist, added, “yeah, you can't deny how much fun this is.”

the three of you sat there in the shallow waves, the water slicking across your skin and the moon shining down from above. satoru's hand slowed its tickling, his touch now becoming more affectionate, “we just can't resist teasing you, baby.”

you leaned in close to satoru, catching him off guard with a sudden kiss. his eyes widened in surprise, and the tickling stopped as he melted into the kiss. suguru, watching the interaction, couldn’t help but smile warmly, his arm still around your waist.

as you pulled away, you saw satoru’s stunned but pleased expression. “there, now you’re quiet,” you said with a mischievous grin, finally feeling victorious in your playful battle. satoru blinked, his face still flushed from the unexpected kiss. he tried to form a snarky response, but his brain didn't seem to be functioning at the moment. suguru chuckled knowingly, clearly enjoying the effect you had on satoru.

satoru finally managed to speak, his voice somewhat dazed. “well, that's definitely one way to shut me up, princess.” suguru chimed in, his smile widening, “you know how to keep us on our toes, that's for sure.”

you turned your face towards suguru, a playful glint in your eyes as you teased, “you need to shut up too.” before he could react, you closed the distance between you, capturing his lips in a kiss. his surprise melted into a smile, and he responded with equal affection. the playful atmosphere continued as you pulled away, satisfied with your ability to keep both of them on their toes.

suguru's eyes widened for a moment as you caught him off guard with a kiss, but then he smiled, returning the affection with equal intensity. satoru, his earlier surprise slowly wearing off, watched the two of you with a mix of amusement and envy.

as you pulled away, satoru couldn't help but chime in, a hint of playful annoyance in his voice. “hey, what about me? i can be quiet too, you know!”

you let out a small, playful shiver as you replied with a teasing smile, “oh, I’m sorry, did you want a kiss too?” you leaned in towards satoru, your lips brushing against his as you gave him a quick, teasing peck. the cold made your lips tremble slightly, but you pulled back with a satisfied grin. “there, happy now?”

satoru rolled his eyes in a mock annoyance, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “well, that was hardly a proper kiss,“ he complained, his voice filled with mock disappointment.

suguru chuckled beside you, his arm around your waist still warm and comforting. “don't be greedy, satoru,” he teased. “you already got more than enough attention tonight.” you nodded in agreement with suguru, lips and body still trembling from the cold.

suguru noticed your shivering and tightened his arm around your waist, drawing you closer in an attempt to stop the tremors. “you're cold, aren't you, princess?” he said, his voice filled with concern. satoru, noticing your body trembling as well, added, “yeah, we should probably get you out of here before you freeze, baby.”

satoru's fingers worked to gently remove the seaweed from your neck, his touch soft and tender. he chuckled at the state you had gotten yourself into, his eyes sparkling with affection. “ugh, you're such a messy girl,” he murmured, his words tinted with mock frustration. "always finding ways to end up soaked and covered in seaweed. what are we going to do with you, huh?“

suguru's arm remained around your waist, the warmth of his touch providing some comfort against the cold. he chuckled softly at satoru's comments, his body pressed against yours. “yeah, you seem to have a knack for getting into these situations, princess,” he teased, his tone affectionate, “always ending up in trouble and need of rescuing.”

as the three of you tried to get out of the water, your bare feet shuffled across the sandy ocean floor. without warning, you stepped on a sharp shell buried beneath the surface. “aw!” a sharp jolt of pain shot up through your foot, and you winced, stumbling slightly. instinctively, you lifted your foot from the sand and saw the blood oozing from the cut.

suguru's eyes immediately dropped to your injury, and his expression shifted from playful to serious in an instant. he sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly as he shook his head. the gentle amusement that had been present in his voice earlier was replaced by a more exasperated tone. “see?” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and concern.

satoru, noticing the change in suguru's demeanor, quickly moved closer. his playful smirk had vanished, replaced by a look of genuine worry. he crouched down beside you, his fingers delicately touching your wounded foot. “damn, that looks painful,” he said softly, his voice now gentle and soothing, “we need to get you taken care of.”

satoru's expression shifted from playful teasing to concern as he noticed your wince and the blood on your foot. suguru, his own concern evident, let out a small sigh as he noticed the cut.

“ah, you've done it again, princess,” he teased, his voice mixed with a hint of worry. satoru quickly knelt down, gently inspecting the wound. “we can't take you anywhere, can we?” he joked, but his eyes reflected his worry for you, “are you alright, baby? does it hurt bad?”

suguru stepped closer, the playful atmosphere that had been surrounding you all just a moment ago now replaced by an air of concern. he looked down at the wound on your foot, his expression serious. “you always manage to get into trouble, don't you?” he mumbled, his voice tinged with gentle disapproval.

satoru's fingers gently touched your foot, assessing the cut. he looked up at you with a mixture of worry and affection. “how bad is it, baby? can you walk?”

you mumbled an apologetic “sorry” through your winces, trying to manage the pain. glancing at satoru, you forced a small smile and said, “i can walk with one foot,” your voice trembling slightly from the discomfort. despite the pain, you tried to put on a brave face, determined not to let it ruin the moment completely.

satoru and suguru exchanged a quick glance as they saw the pain etched on your face. suguru's eyes filled with concern as he spoke. “don't apologize, princess,” he assured you, his voice gentle, “you didn't do anything wrong.”

satoru, looking at your attempted smile, couldn't hide the concern in his eyes. “no way are you walking on this,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument, “we're not letting you further injure yourself.”

satoru helped you carefully out of the water, guiding you slowly toward the shore. suguru stayed close by, his expression a mix of concern and frustration as he watched the situation unfold.

“wait here,” satoru said to suguru, his voice steady as he glanced back. “i’ll grab the first aid kit from the car.”

with that, satoru headed off toward the vehicle, his pace quick and purposeful. suguru remained at your side, his hand gently resting on your shoulder to offer support.

suguru helped you settle down on the sand, carefully making sure you were comfortable despite the discomfort from your injury. he sat beside you, keeping an eye on the approaching satoru.

“try to stay still,” suguru said softly, his voice soothing. he gave you a gentle smile as he softly caressed your wet hair, “we’ll get you patched up in no time, okay?” as satoru jogged away, suguru stayed beside you, his hand gently running through your wet hair. he made sure you were comfortable, his touch gentle and calming.

“easy there,” he murmured as you shifted your injured foot. “don’t move it too much, okay? we need to keep it as still as possible until satoru gets back with the first-aid kit.” he sat beside you, his eyes scanning over the cut, his voice filled with concern. “how are you feeling, princess? the pain subsiding a little?”

you gave him a small, pained smile, your eyes still a bit damp from the water. “yeah, it’s not too bad,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the discomfort. “just a bit sore. thanks for staying with me, suguru.”

you leaned into his side slightly, appreciating his presence and the warmth of his hand in your hair. “i’m sorry for causing trouble tonight.” knowing that they already warned you about getting hurt and here you are..

suguru smiled slightly, his expression a mix of affection and concern. “don't apologize, princess. you didn't do anything wrong. accidents happen, and we're just glad we can help take care of you.”

he continued to run his fingers through your hair, the gesture calming and reassuring. “and don't worry about causing trouble. it's just part of your charm, after all.” suguru looked up as satoru returned from the vehicle, first-aid kit in hand. “ah, here he comes. we'll have you patched up in no time, princess.”

satoru quickly returned from the vehicle, his hands carrying the first-aid kit. he knelt down next to you, his expression a mix of concern and relief. “i got the first aid kit, princess.” he gently opened the kit, sifting through the various supplies until he found what he was looking for. he grabbed a clean cloth and a bottle of antiseptic, his movements efficient and focused. “this might sting a bit,” he warned, his voice gentle, “but we need to clean the wound to prevent any infection.”

satoru knelt down beside you, his hands already rummaging through the first aid kit. his movements were quick and purposeful as he grabbed a cloth and a bottle of antiseptic, clearly determined to take care of your injury.

“alright, this might hurt a bit but we need to keep it clean to prevent any infection,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “hold still, princess.” he carefully applied the antiseptic to the cloth, his touch gentle yet firm as he began cleaning the cut.

you flinched slightly at the sting of the antiseptic but tried to remain still, focusing on satoru’s soothing voice. “oh fuck,” you murmured through a wince, appreciating his careful and attentive care. you glanced up at him with a faint smile, grateful for his attention and the way he was taking care of you.

satoru chuckled softly at your whispered curse, his eyes never leaving the cut as he continued to clean it. “just hang in there, princess,” he teased, his voice light. “i know it stings, but it's almost done.” as he worked, he reached out with his free hand to gently caress your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring.

you chuckled softly as you saw the intense concentration on satoru’s face, finding his focus endearing. “you’re so focused, it’s adorable,” you said, your voice light with affection. as you reached up, you gently picked the seaweed out of his hair, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “and you’ve got seaweed in your hair, too.”

satoru glanced up at you, his expression shifting from intense concentration to amusement as you picked the seaweed out of his hair. “ah, of course you would notice that,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with laughter, “can't get anything past you, princess,” he continued, his tone lighthearted. he applied a final wipe of antiseptic before letting out a small sigh, “there we go, all cleaned up.”

he looked down at the cut, his eyes assessing it closely to ensure everything was cleaned up properly. he then grabbed a small roll of gauze and a few pieces of adhesive tape from the first aid kit. “now, let's get you wrapped up,” he murmured, his voice low and caring, “hopefully this'll keep you from hurting yourself again for a little while.”

you gave a sheepish smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. “thanks, baby,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. you looked up at him, appreciating the care he was taking with your injury. “i promise I’ll try not to cause any more accidents tonight.”

satoru chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement as he began wrapping your foot, his fingers agile and precise. “yeah, you better not,” he teased, his voice light. “i don't think my heart can handle any more of your unexpected injuries tonight. try to be a little more careful, princess, for my sake, alright?”

you nodded, giving him a small, grateful smile. “okay, i’ll be more careful,” you said softly. “thanks for taking care of me, ’toru.” satoru smiled at your words, his expression gentle and affectionate. “of course, princess. we'll always take care of you,” he reassured.

suguru, who had been watching silently, chimed in with a nod. “yeah, we've got you,” he added, his voice filled with warmth, “no matter what trouble you manage to find yourself in.”

with expert precision, satoru finished wrapping your injured foot. he stood up, offering his hand to you as he spoke. “there you go, all taken care of,” he said, his voice filled with a hint of pride, “you think you can stand, princess?”

you took his hand and tried to stand, carefully putting weight on your wrapped foot. “yeah, i can,” you said, testing your balance. the wrap felt secure, and with satoru's support, you managed to stay upright and suguru's hands around your waist.

both satoru and suguru hovered around you, ready to catch you if you stumbled. suguru's hands were gentle but firm around your waist, his touch reassuring.

“easy there, princess,” suguru warned, his voice calming. “don't put too much weight on that foot just yet.” satoru nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving your face, his voice filled with concern. “take it slow, okay? we don't want you hurting yourself again.”

you nodded, appreciating their careful guidance as they helped you back to the car. “thanks, baby,” you said, your voice grateful. you moved slowly, mindful of your injured foot, feeling their supportive presence every step of the way.

satoru and suguru walked beside you, their steps slow and purposeful to match your pace. they remained close, ready to catch you if you lost balance.

suguru's arm wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on your hip, providing steady support. satoru stayed on the other side, his hand on your shoulder, offering extra stability. “just take your time, princess,” suguru murmured, his voice gentle and reassuring, “we're not in a hurry.”

you squeezed suguru's hand gently, a silent gesture of gratitude for both of them. their support made you feel safe and cared for, and you couldn’t help but smile softly despite the situation.

when you reached the car, satoru was quick to stash the first aid kit in the trunk and pull out suguru's hoodie. without a word, he draped it over your shoulders, his touch warm and considerate. “here, princess,” he said softly, helping you into the hoodie. “we can't have you catching a cold on top of everything else.”

you slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling the warmth of suguru's hoodie enveloping you. the soft fabric was a comfort against the cool night air, and you felt a deep sense of affection for them both. “thanks,” you murmured, your voice filled with appreciation as you leaned into the warmth.

as you slid into suguru's hoodie, the warmth of the fabric settled over you, a comfortable and familiar presence. satoru smiled, clearly pleased to see you cozy and comfortable.

“no problem, princess,” he replied, his voice warm. “we can't have you getting cold on top of everything else.” suguru stepped up beside him, his eyes flickering over your form as you adjusted the hoodie. his expression was soft, a mixture of affection and concern. “you look cute in that,” he observed, his voice low and fond.

you blushed slightly at his words, a small smile playing on your lips. before you could respond, suguru leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. the tender gesture filled you with warmth, easing the discomfort from your injury.

suguru then opened the backseat door for you, his hand resting on your back as he helped you inside. “let's get you home,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet determination. you nodded, feeling secure and cared for as the three of you prepared to head home.

satoru and suguru settled you comfortably in the back seat, their attention to detail ensuring you were as comfortable as possible. suguru slipped into the driver's seat, while satoru took the passenger side next to him.

the drive home started in a comfortable silence, the soft hum of the car engine filling the air. suguru glanced at you in the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection. “how are you feeling back there, princess?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. “the hoodie keeping you warm?”

you snuggled deeper into suguru’s hoodie, the warmth and familiar scent calming your nerves. you nodded, offering a small smile even though he couldn’t see it clearly from the front seat. “i’m okay,” you replied softly, your voice a little tired but content. “the hoodie’s perfect, thank you.”

satoru turned slightly in his seat to look at you, his eyes filled with concern. “good,” he murmured, his tone lighter now that he knew you were comfortable. “we’ll be home soon, just relax.”

you nodded again, your eyes beginning to droop as the gentle motion of the car and the warmth of the hoodie started to lull you into a peaceful state. “thanks, both of you,“ you whispered, your gratitude evident even as you fought to keep your eyes open. their presence made you feel safe, and you let yourself drift off, knowing you were in good hands.

as you whispered your thanks, satoru and suguru exchanged a quick glance in the front seats. their expressions softened slightly, seeing you drift off. suguru focused on the road, his hands firmly on the wheel. “she's falling asleep,” he noted quietly, his voice filled with a mix of concern and affection.

satoru let out a small sigh, turning back to look at you again. the sight of you bundled up in suguru's hoodie, drifting off peacefully, filled him with a pang of protectiveness. “yeah,” he agreed, his voice soft.

satoru glanced at suguru, his expression serious despite the softness in his eyes. “drive slow, suguru,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “doesn’t matter how long it takes to get home—just don’t wake her.”

satoru turned back to look at you again, watching as you slept peacefully in the back seat. a small, protective smile tugged at his lips as he settled back into his seat, making sure you stayed undisturbed. the car moved gently down the road, each bump and turn handled with care, all for the sake of keeping you in your peaceful slumber.

suguru nodded silently in response to satoru's quiet request. he slowed down even further, driving with extra care to minimize any bumps or jerks that could disturb your sleep.

a comfortable silence filled the car as they continued on their way home. suguru's eyes flickered occasionally to the rearview mirror, checking on you in the back. satoru, meanwhile, sat quietly, his gaze occasionally shifting to you as well. their shared concern for your comfort and wellbeing was palpable in the air.

the journey continued, each mile passing by slowly and carefully as suguru continued to drive with the utmost caution.

every now and then, satoru would turn to look at you, checking to make sure you were still sleeping soundly. his expression softened each time he glanced at you, his concern and affection visible in the gentle way he watched you. the car finally pulled into the driveway, coming to a soft stop in front of the house. both suguru and satoru turned to look at you once again, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and tenderness.

“we're home,” suguru said softly, his voice deliberately low to avoid disturbing you. satoru unbuckled his seatbelt, his eyes still on your form in the back seat. “let's get her inside,” he breathed, his voice tinged with a mix of worry and concern.

suguru nodded in agreement, also unbuckling his seatbelt. both of them got out of the car and cautiously opened the back door, their movements slow and measured to minimize any disturbance to your sleep.

suguru gently slipped his arms under you, lifting you carefully from the back seat. your head rolled onto his shoulder, your breath warm against his neck.

satoru stood by his side, a steady presence as suguru cradled you in his arms. they exchanged a look, silently sharing their concern for your comfort and wellbeing. with their steps slow and deliberate, they carried you towards the house.

as they reached the bedroom, suguru carefully laid you down on the bed, his movements gentle to avoid waking you. he watched as your head nestled into the pillow, a small, peaceful sigh escaping your lips. satoru, ever attentive, had already retrieved your pajamas.

satoru approached the bed, a pair of your pajamas held in his hands. he set the clothes down on the nearby chair, then approached the bed where you lay sleeping.

suguru stood by the bed, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. his expression was filled with a mixture of tenderness and concern, a quiet guardian watching over you. satoru leaned down, his voice barely above a whisper. “we need to get her changed and out of these clothes,” he murmured to suguru.

with a glance at suguru, they silently agreed on their next steps. satoru carefully began to help you out of the damp clothes, his hands moving with delicate precision. suguru stood by, ready to assist, his gaze never leaving your face to ensure you stayed asleep.

satoru worked slowly, his touch feather-light as he changed you into the warm, dry pajamas. he was extra careful, his heart aching at the thought of you catching a cold. once done, he adjusted the blankets around you, tucking you in with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his concern.

as satoru finished changing you into your pajamas, suguru watched silently, his eyes soft with affection at the way satoru took care of you. once you were comfortable and tucked in, satoru stepped back, his gaze lingering on your face.

suguru reached out, gently smoothing a strand of hair off your forehead. “she's okay,” he said softly, his words more a statement of reassurance for himself than anything else. suguru leaned down and brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment. “sleep well, princess,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of warmth. satoru nodded in agreement, pulling the covers snug around you one last time before they both stepped back, satisfied that you were comfortable and safe.

they stood by the bed for a moment longer, both of them watching you sleep with expressions of tenderness and concern.

suguru's eyes flickering over you once more, his gaze filled with a mixture of appreciation and worry. satoru's hand reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. “she looks so peaceful,” he murmured, a small smile on his lips.

satoru's fingers lingered on your cheek for a moment longer before he let out a soft sigh. "she really does," he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet admiration. then, his gaze shifted to suguru, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

wrapping his arm around suguru's waist, he pulled him a little closer, the warmth of his touch comforting. “we need to take a shower first before joining her,” satoru said softly, his tone gentle but firm, “we can't crawl into bed all sandy and wet.”

suguru nodded in agreement, his eyes still on you, but he allowed satoru to guide him towards the bathroom. as they left the room, satoru glanced back at you one last time, his heart full of affection and protectiveness.

the bathroom door closed quietly behind them, satoru gently guiding suguru towards the shower.

as satoru turned on the water, the sound of the shower echoed through the bathroom. he waited for the water to warm up before he began disrobing, his movements efficient and quick.

suguru followed suit, shedding his clothes, his eyes flickering towards the bedroom door occasionally, his thoughts clearly still on you.

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nerdy-novelist017 · 5 months ago

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omg i love ur writing sm✨🩷💋

do u think u could write sumthin like benny coming home to finding u snuggled up on the couch in one of his huge shirts?????

Thank you for this super sweet request, Anon! Sorry I've been taking forever to get around to the requests, but I'm trying to get back into the routine of working on them a little bit every day. Hope you enjoy!

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 1.1k+

T-Shirts (Benny Cross x Shy! Reader)

Benny cursed under his breath as he stumbled over the threshold of the front door. He’d been out with the Vandals, not an actual meeting, just a night out with a few of the main members. He’d invited you as he always did, but you declined. You had told him that you wanted to have some alone time after a long day at work. He understood – girls needed their ‘me time’ to pamper themselves or whatever, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to miss you. You were sometimes all consuming to him, his thoughts almost always ran back to you. Johnny and the boys could see it, anyone that really knew Benny (few as they were) knew he was completely infatuated with you. He was drunk off your touch, your voice, your smile. How could he be separated from you for long? So as the night progressed and he accepted more whiskeys being slid in his direction, his thoughts of you became more hazy, more melancholic and finally Johnny took pity on him and told him to go home.

The slight buzz from the beers he had early did not mix well with the lack of lights. Usually, you left on the front porch light for him when you knew he would be out late and you were going to bed early. But it wasn’t the case tonight he realized as all the lights in the main level of your house were turned off. As he tossed his bike keys onto the entryway table and flipped on a light, he wondered briefly in his intoxicated mind if you were upset with him and this was your passive aggressive way of punishing him for staying out late, but that theory quickly diminished when he caught sight of the couch. At first glance, it looked like just a pile of throw blankets, but he was convinced he could spot your familiar form no matter how much light there was in the room.

He slipped out of his boots and jacket, standing there for a moment longer in appreciation. A lovestruck smile overtook his face at the view of you curled into your side, that yellow blanket with white flowers (one you had begged him to buy when you first moved in together, stating that it was the perfect piece to pull the room together. He honestly couldn’t have cared less about the living room or its decor, but the smile on your face when he put it in the shopping cart made it suddenly the most important detail.) pulled over your body, a forgotten book laying face down on your chest – a clear indication that you had once again fallen asleep while reading. Your mouth slightly agape, your features looked so soft and girlish that it took Benny’s breath away knowing you were his. Even though he saw some incredible sunrises, sunsets and starry nights when he went riding, you were without a doubt the most beautiful sight he got to come home to.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he crossed the room, stooping to trace a hand across your face, brushing the tousled hair from your eyes. With his other hand, he looped his fingers through the spine of your novel, making sure to save your page mark as he placed it on the coffee table. His left hand moved beneath your knees and his right supported your back as he effortlessly lifted you into his embrace. That’s when he realized you were wearing one of his shirts, the white material clearly oversized on your small figure. He didn’t know a simple white t-shirt had the ability to be sexy, but clearly he shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was because you had the talent to make just about anything look painfully arousing on you. And nothing at all. And to make matters even harder for Benny, he knew it wasn't your intention when you put on his shirt to look sexy, you probably weren’t even aware of the effects of your body in that damn oversized t-shirt and the way it clung to your chest as he lifted you, nor the way it molded around your hips. You were certainly not aware of the sudden twitch in his pants because of the way the garment just seemed to make you look even more of the little bunny that stole his heart.

“Benny?” your muffled, half asleep voice hit his ears like the sweetest melody as you snuggled into his chest.

“Stealin’ my clothes, Bunny?” he teased and you sunk further into his embrace, not quite awake enough to catch his playfulness. He carried you up to your bedroom, using his foot to kick the door shut behind him. He placed you gently on your side of the bed and almost laughed as you tugged him back down to you for a messy kiss.

“I like the way it smells like you,” you admitted as you rubbed your eyes, the action pulling on Benny’s heartstrings.

“You may have to keep it. Looks better on you,” he smiled as he stepped back to change into something more comfortable.

“Whatever you say, Cross.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your words slurring together. “I tried waitin’ up for you. Did ‘ya have a good time?”

“Go back to sleep, Bunny,” he coaxed gently, smiling as your blinks were growing longer by the second. That was always something you wanted to do: you liked to lay in bed and talk about your days if they happened to be spent apart. You encouraged him to talk more than he’s ever talked in his life. Sometimes he felt as though your chattiness was rubbing off on him, but you never interrupted nor discouraged him from expressing his thoughts. He loved you more for that. “There’s plenty of time to talk about it tomorrow.”

“M’kay, come lay with me?” you asked and Benny scoffed because was that even a request you needed to make? He was drawn to you like a moth to flame, he couldn’t resist having a hand on you while he slept. It was like some instinctual urge projecting him to keep you near, to keep you safe, even while he was floating in the realm of sleep.

He shook his head as you muttered a final incoherent sentence into the side of your pillow, eyes falling shut again. He crawled into bed behind you, slipping his hand around your waist and pulling you flush against his body as he pulled the blankets over the two of you. A soft, content sigh escaped you, and Benny looped his hand into yours, pulling it up to his lips in a soft kiss as he whispered “I love you, Bunny.”

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baby fever

summary - it’s wembley night one and you are really warm and pregnant

word count: ~1k

pairing: husband!harry x pregnant!reader

a/n: you can count on an anxious ellie the night before her harry concert to pull through with a blurb

Backstage was chaos.

A good chaos though. The night of a show is always so hectic backstage. A good buzz of people rushing for final checks and enjoying a drink in efforts of their hard work putting the show together.

Mitch was tending to Sarah and their baby.

Madi was vocally preparing for her big moment.

Jeff was here, on the phone as always.

Harry was nowhere to be seen.

And you. Well you couldn’t move far with the size of your baby bump anymore.

Not only was the baby bump heavy to carry, but also made your body ten times warmer than normal. In this heat too, it was not a fun experience.

If you knew where Harry was right now you’d thump him on the head for knocking you up. How dare he.

This was all jokes though and you actually have thoroughly enjoyed being pregnant. Getting tended to and loved on a little extra from Harry made everything worth it. It was no lie that you and Harry were excited. You just had to make it through these tough days first.

Harry had left you in his dressing room, surrounded by fans to help cool you down.

However, he’s been gone for an hour now and the fans aren’t doing anything to help your body temperature cool. Being pregnant in this heat is disgusting.

So, after a good ten minutes manoeuvring, you moved to the bathroom instead, where the tiles were cold.

Now you’re laying on your back, like a starfish, as you attempt to cool yourself down better with the cold tiles.

You’d think this stadium would have air-con…

The tiles weren’t really working either, but they were better than the fans.

“Babe?!” Harry called out from the dressing room, most likely worried for your whereabouts.

He walked in the bathroom moments later, his panicked face slowly disappearing after finding you. He leant against the doorframe on one arm and crossed his legs over as he stood smiling over you.

“Don’t laugh.” You said, eyes closed to try and focus on coming your body down.

Your eyes closed meant that you missed Harry taking a quick photo of you to add to his pregnancy photo album of you.

“I’m not.” He replied.

“You’re definitely smiling. I can feel it.” You said and Harry laughed at that, making his tiny giggle that had your insides fluttering.

“Shut up you.” Harry giggled. “Are you okay down there, baby?” He asked to make sure.

Next thing you know, before you’ve even replied, Harry is knelt down next to you in his shorts and tshirt. One of his hands rests on your belly, whilst your other goes to brush over your forehead.

“Don’t touch me.” You said, eyes still closed to the world.

“That’s something I don’t hear very often.”

“Yeah and it’s also the reason I’m in this predicament right now.”

Harry can sense you rolling your eyes even with them shut.

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“Control the weather better next time.” You replied, making him laugh again.

“Do you want to move or get some water?”

“No and no.”

“Please? At least some water? For me?” He persisted and even though you really didn’t want to move, you knew he was right in making you have some water.

Harry doesn’t really give you the option and instead moves to fetch a water bottle for you.

When he brings it back, you sit up a little with the help of Harry. Harry tilts the bottle for you, as you hold you body up by your hands.

Once you’ve done, Harry sits his back against the wall and motions for you to sit on the opposite side. He would really love for you to be cuddled up against him right now, but he knows that wouldn’t be the best idea for you or your baby.

Now he can see your eyes, he is much happier. Your eyes show him that you’re still happy, regardless of this horrible weather. That sparkle in your eyes is there because of him.

“Thank you.” You tell him, for the water. “Feel like a sausage on a barbecue.”

“A sexy sausage.”

You huff out a chuckle, “I’m too exhausted to even be grossed out by that.”

“Well that just confirms that you’re not 100% yourself, lovie.” Harry laughed.

“I apologise in advance if I can’t make it out for your set, H.” You pout and Harry shakes his head at you.

“Absolutely not. No apologies. I want you and baby safe, okay? You go at your own pace.”

“Might make it in time just to go crazy at Kiwi.”

“So, you mean just nodding your head?” Harry teased you because he knows you really can’t move very much with the big baby bump.

“Maybe even tap my foot.” You carried on the joke.

“Oh jheez babe. Don’t overdo it.”

You smile and Harry copies you.

“I love you. I’m so fucking proud of you.” You tell him.

“It’s funny how I’m about to play a sold out stadium and yet I’m more proud of myself for finding you and becoming a parent with you.”

You hum in delight over his words.

Harry chuckled, moving forward to bend and kiss your bump gently, “I love you baby.” He says as he leans up and finds your lips next, “And I guess you’re okay too.”

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xxanaduwrites · 6 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a residue series installment ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

honey, are you comin’?

previous part: sweet talkin’ | from the hive: session 1

✎ elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny 🏍️

summary: in which benny finds honey again. this time near a honeycomb, hopin’ for a taste on the road ;) (p.s.: if you were wonderin’, yes — the title of this was so inspired by måneskin)

warnings: not much of anything besides some minor talks of cruelty towards children, peeps being judgmental as hell, & smoking. they’re subtly flirting here basically. it’s cute! that’s really it. x

author’s note: oh my goodness! you have no idea how STUNNED i’ve been by all the love miss.honey!benny have been getting so far. fully was not expecting this. deadass wrote sweet talkin’ for fun. no thoughts, head empty type beat. just wanted to thank you honeys so so much. i can’t thank ya enough i fear! i literally still can’t wrap my head around this, but i love you all sm & can’t wait to share more with you! 🍯🐝🫶

word count: 2.7k

💌 requests are open, send ‘em honey 💋

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Another unbearable wave of heat managed to remain the very next day. Your students squirming against their metal chairs, antsy as ever for a reprieve. And so were you too. Thankfully, it just so happened to be your turn as fellow recess monitor with one or your fellow co-workers, Miss. Margie. Marge just so happened to be a newly breaded fresh faced teacher just like yourself. You enjoyed her company, more so than the older teachers who were rather cruel to the students. Especially when they did something wrong. Marge wasn’t cruel so to speak but she was a tough cookie, putting her foot down when needed. You two as a duo were rather perfect for the school grounds. You as the comfort go to when a knee was scraped, and Marge as the tough love go to when a particular student needed a stern talking to.

You worked well together, and it showed. Your relief was rather prominent when you stepped out the back door near the playground. An immediate swarm of giggles and chatter from small voices buzzed about, and you couldn’t help but smile as you adjusted your eyes to the sun, protected under your heart shaped sunnies. It didn’t take you long to find Marge who was already planted near the monkey bars with her arms crossed over her chest like a drill sergeant. Considering her father’s status as a war vet, by no means was it shocking to you or anyone else for that matter to see her in such a state.

“Hi Margie,” you greeted her once materialized next to her. “How’s it goin’?”

Margie's clear concentration dropped at the sound of your voice. “Oh no wonder,” she commented without looking at you. Her brows shot up in genuine intrigue.

Your honey coated lips parted in confusion instantly. “Huh?”

“Your three o’clock, Hun.” Margie tilted her head to the right subtly, directing you to her line of sight. A sight that made your heart curl into itself in a warm beat. Right behind those chain-linked fences that kept the kids contained was Uncle Benny. Yet, today his status as Uncle appeared to be rather amiss. Instead of Johnny’s car flanked near the curb, he was leaning against a neat Harley Davidson. The same one you saw him on that mornin’. You figured he was dropping off the girls or somethin’, but your curiosity got the better of you when you saw Mrs. Davis with them instead.

Now in the no parking zone, he stood out like the sorrest of thumbs. Practically a puzzle piece thrown into the wrong box. With no thoughts behind those pretty blue eyes of his besides you.

“That biker of yours stood up like a torpedo as soon as you walked out,” your co-worker added.

You took a moment to adjust your glasses, moving them to the tip of your nose to get a better look. Sure as shit, you weren’t having a heat stroke. It was really him. He was still here. Had he been out here since the mornin’ or left to come back? And if he was here for you like Margie said — why? You were certain he wasn’t much of a fan of you the day prior.

“He’s — He’s not my biker,” you mangled out, words twisting off your tongue as butterflies danced around your tummy.

Margie snorted. “I hate to break it to you, Hun. Lookin’ like he is now.” She paused a moment, shifting her footing as she spotted a youngin’ running roughly across the pavement, almost banging into another student. “Hey — watch where you’re goin’. Don’t push it Mikey!” She reprimanded before fixing herself upright and asking you, “What was all that about yesterday anyways?”

“What y’mean?” You questioned, not quite sure what she was going on about.

“You know — lettin’ the Davis girls go with ‘em. Caused a bit of an upheaval with the parents apparently. Heard all about it in the break room this mornin’. Doesn’t sound like Principal Rubs is real happy about it either.”

Your ears couldn’t believe what you were hearing. What business did the parents have putting their two cents in about somebody else’s family members? As for Principal Rubin, well, she was Principal Rubin after all. There wasn’t much to it there. The damn woman was a stickler with the sprinklers yesterday after all. Never a ball of fun as far as you were concerned.

“Why wouldn't I?” You challenged, becoming rather defensive.

“The guy pulled up like a maniac all greasy and shit. Almost gave everyone a heart attack,” Margie reasoned, her features churning in disgust.

You knew if he was some clean cut military guy in full uniform, she wouldn’t have made a comment at all, which kind-of pissed you off. Sure his clothes were lookin’ as if they hadn’t seen a washing machine in a cycle of days, but hey — what did that have to do with character? There were plenty of people who gave this outward canvas of perfectionism, far off from who they truly were deep down inside. You knew that, and you saw it every single day within the cruel clusters of your modern society. You saw it in the faces of your Ma and Pa when you didn’t fit the supposed mold they were trying to conform you to.

“So? He’s their Uncle, Marge,” you countered, defenses climbing high. “Did you ever think that maybe the man was runnin’ late? Worryin’ about the girls. That’s why he was speedin’.”

Margie sighed. “Not with that Vandals shit on his vest, but whatever you wanna believe, Hun.”

It went quiet between you two then. A clear indication that this conversation wasn’t gonna get the two of you anywhere.

“I should go talk to him,” you announced, snapping the awkward silence in half. There was no denying that you were now suddenly eager to find out what all this was about.

“Yuh should. If you don’t I will, and I doubt that will end well,” she joked, her eyes sparkling in amusement. Oh and she was right about that. Knowing Margie, you knew the idea of her approaching Benny would formulate a recipe for disaster.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, the mental image of such a scene. But also — you were utterly glad for this newfound banter popped open from a bottle of tension. “Alright Colonel, I’ll be back,” you quipped, before heading across the playground.

You could feel his eyes burning across your form on your journey to the edge of the property, your tummy flipping again in a bit of nerves and excitement. A part of you felt somewhat disappointed when you found yourself coming to a halt — stuck behind the monstrous fence that separated you from him, while another was glad for some security. You weren’t quite sure what his motive was, but knew it couldn’t be anything bad. He was just sitting here, smoking and minding his own business. Well — minding you.

“The girls don’t get out of school for another few hours, y’know,” you said matter-of-factly, eyeing him through the grates of the fence that reminded you far too much of a honeycomb.

He didn’t say much of anything, just raised a brow as you as he took one last drag of his cigarette. You watched as he put it out against the pavement, amongst a garden of other buds with his boot. Your suspicions were coming into fusion then, the realization that he’d been planted here for as long as your delusions imagined.

What could he possibly want from an innocent elementary school teacher like you?

He reached for that packet of Marlboros in his vest pocket all over again, clearly on a chain smoking spree. “Y’want?” He asked, stopping in his tracks. Those lean fingers of his calloused to the bone holding out a fresh cigarette in your direction. A cigarette that he’d been saving for you just in case.

You looked around for a moment, not quite sure what to do. The coast seemed to be clear though. Margie looked busy with some of the kids. Had a cluster of ‘em around her with her finger wagging about in every which direction. With her eyes no longer trained on Benny and you, and your form more than halfway across the school yard, you figured it wouldn’t hurt. Besides, you were having a day and could really use a cigarette. “Sure.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Benny re-adjusted his stance, shoulders straight as he sauntered the sidewalk to meet you against the fence. His rough knuckles brushed across your polished ballet slipper fingers as he passed you the cigarette though the honeycomb, a sweetness shooting up your arm in an instance. You left it sticking out for a moment so he could light it up for you, and you could feel his hot breath fanning against your face. The casual interaction felt rather intimate in the moment, and you were more than happy when you got to take a step back on your first drag.

“Thanks,” you voiced your appreciation as he popped a fresh cig against his lips, now lighting up his own. You couldn’t help but notice that he had a sweet little freckle etched into his bottom lip. No wonder he had beautiful lips, you thought.

Surely, they’d be sweet to the kiss.

Jutting your hip out, you tapped your foot against the dry grass in impatience. “You stalkin’ me or somethin’?” You ripped off the bandage then, getting right into the real stuff. It was too hot out to sugarcoat anything any longer. Plus, the more you stood here the more Marg would get curious, and you’d be caught slacking on the job.

His lip curled up to the side naturally, just like it had yesterday when you introduced yourself to him. “Ain’t a stalker,” he confirmed, re-pocketing his lighter.

You found his candid response refreshing’. Naturally a honey rumblin’ laugh tumbled out of you “Good to ‘ear. My co-worker y’see ‘round over there?” Flicking the residue on the end of your cigarette out of the way, you pointed at her simultaneously. “She thinks ya are. Doesn’t appreciate the loitering.”

He shook his head then, long pretty eyelashes fanning his lower lids as he puckered his lips against the cig. His eyes squinted across the campus for only a second until his gaze landed right back on you. You in another denim overall number with a whole new canvas of embroidered fun. This time, knowing that you were gonna be out in the yard come afternoon, you opted on a classic jean overall. There was always the possibility of having to kneel on the grassy ground or near the sand pit, having to scoop up a youngin’ that refused to leave the playground. You learned your lesson rather quickly within your first few months of teaching. Tripping over yourself in such a situation left a tear in your favorite skirt. A skirt you still frowned about every time you found a certain piece in your closet that would make the perfect pair.

Funnily enough, if Benny knew of such a thing he would’ve made sure the same exact piece of clothing was at your doorstep and back in your closet before the thought crossed your sweet little mind.

But you didn’t know that. Not yet, that is.

And Benny — well Benny wasn’t payin’ as much attention as he would’ve liked to what you were sayin’, and he wasn’t quite interested in Margie anyways. His interests lied with you, and in his defense, the sight of you in your heart shaped sunnies wasn't helping the cause one bit. It was hard to take you seriously when you looked that stinkin’ cute. Made him wanna put you in his jacket pocket for safe keeping. And hell was he itching to just drive his bike right through the fuckin’ fence to break the barrier between you two. He was still beatin’ himself up for not taking your hand when you offered it to him yesterday. Hence why he was here, stakin’ you out. Hoping to fix his mistake.

Because the last thing he ever wanted to do was fuck this up with you.

Instead of enertainin’ your comment or makin’ a move to leave upon your far from subtle hints, far from linear to your own wishes, he changed the topic completely. “What time y’get outta ‘ere?”

You took a long drag of your cigarette, to calm your anxieties. The smoke circled ‘round your face for a moment before it traveled across the fence, reachin’ for Benny. Ironically, it was as if the smoke mirrored your desires of clinging onto the man in front of you. “‘round the same time as the girls, a little after,” you replied, curiosity adding, “what’s it to ya?”

“Wanna go for a ride?” He inquired casually. As if he was just stoppin’ by and hadn’t been sitting here for a good three quarters of the school day waitin’ for you.

The simple question spilling from those pretty lips of his made you melt in an instant. If it wasn’t for the obvious heat as a buffer to such a state, your mind would’ve found him as the culprit. “Where?”

“‘round.” He shrugged, not offering much of a plan. His casual demeanor remained concrete to his form.

An innocent smirk stretched across your face, blooming the apples of your cheeks and creasing the plane of your forehead. Now you were the one to flex amusement against a cylinder wedged between honey glossed lips. Now Benny was the one to be somewhat grateful for the honeycomb — if you will. Cause if the fence wasn’t there, he knew he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. He’d have your honey gloss all over his lips, tasting your sweetness without a second thought. Without caring about Margie or the students on the playground. Without caring about anyone really, but you.

Always you.

Perhaps anyone else would be rather suspicious of a plan with really no plan at all. Sure Margie would need a bulleted itinerary on fresh stationary, color coated and attached to a clipboard respectfully. But you — no, you appreciated his carefree mentality. It was peaceful in comparison to the stressing atmosphere that surround you on a daily basis, dotting on the kiddos in your classes, worryin’ constantly about ‘em.

Two could play this game, you thought.

Just at the end of your cigarette, your pretty fingers reached between a ring in the honeycomb, motioning it back to him. “Would ya put this out f’me?” You asked sweetly, mascara coated lashes batting about behind those obvious heart eyes of yours. “Don’t want the kids to find it in the grass.”

“Mhm,” Benny hummed, finding your concern for this children too fuckin’ cute. How could he ever say no to a sweet thang like you? He just couldn’t.

Your fingers grazed his as he took it from you, a touch that you found yourself thanking your faith for allowing you to bask in again.

This time he not only put out his cigarette, but yours too in the garden of buds that would blossom into a metaphor. A metaphor that had you joining his crew. Becoming a part of the club, joining his family, and fulfilling your wifely duties of planting a seed or two more along the way. Growin’ Benny some baby honeys of your very own.

Your lack of a reply to his offer didn’t sway him by any means, only fueled his fire tenfold. Turning on his heel then, you couldn’t help but frown, thinkin’ your hesitance turned him impatient and over the prospect completely. Especially when you watched him mount his bike and rev the engine, ready to ride away without another word. But Benny — no he still had somethin’ to say, and he was gonna say it alright. “I’ll see ya out front after school, Honey.” He decided, “I’ll be waitin’.”

The sound of your nickname rolling off his tongue — as smooth as honey sliding down your throat in a soothing tea — was all you needed to make your decision.

With your fun little backpack — straps resting against your shoulders — absolutely decked out in pins and keychains alike, you’d spot him at dismissal, and he’d be waitin’. Waitin’ for you to come. Wonderin’ if you were comin’.

Askin’ himself ‘Honey, are you comin’?’

Of course you would. You always would with Benny, no matter what.

And when you mounted his bike, your body molding into his like you were made for him, and your hands wrapping around his waist, Benny’s mistake proved to be no more. Suddenly, everything felt right in the world.

Right because you were one step closer to being his honey.

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f1fantasys · 6 months ago

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Could you write something about Lando and reader going to diner with another driver of the grid and they’d be teasing each other under the table and later at home they’d get caught doing things? ;D love your writing btw

Thanks for this anon. I changed it slightly to getting caught in the car, not at home! Hope you still enjoy it xx

Teasers In Trouble

Warnings - swearing, smut, minors DNI, p in v, fingers, blowjob

It was the last race before summer break so it was safe to say everyone in the paddock was buzzing with excitement. Before jumping into the car for FP2, Lando had told you that you'd both be having dinner with Oscar and Lily later, and as fun as that sounded, you honestly wanted a night in with Lando so he could fuck you left right and center. You had been horny for him all day and now you'd have to wait a little while longer til he could take you.

So here you were in your hotel room trying to find something to wear tonight while Lando was in the shower. You normally would have joined him but you decided against it, because why start something you couldn't finish. So you tried to busy yourself and avoid looking at Lando as he emerged from the bathroom wrapped in just his towel.

But of course, you failed. How could you not look when he was stood in front of you - hair messy, eyes looking at you like you're his world - which in his defence, you are - muscles hard and dripping with water, not to mention what you knew was hiding behind his towel.

You didn't realize you were staring until he started speaking.

''Baby are you ok? You've been out of sorts all day'' he questioned you. He really was oblivious to the fact that you were horny because you were never one to hold back - if you wanted him, you'd take him. So he was confused to say the least.

''Peachy'' you said, turning around and going back to what you were doing.

What he didn't miss though, was the way you clenched your thighs together through your incredibly tight leggings you were wearing right now. That made him catch on to what was going on. He smiled to himself and thought, ''game on''

Lando dropped his towel on the spot and walked over to his suitcase, which was next to yours, bending down to take out his clothes.

The sight of his dick springing up and down through the corners of your eyes had your heart skipping a beat as all the air left your lungs.

It's what he did next though that had you literally dripping from your core.

He stood back up and without paying any attention to you, took his cock in his hands and pumped himself a few times before tugging his boxes and jeans on, leaving you somewhat drooling from your mouth.

As much as you wanted to jump him then and there, you busied yourself again, trying to think about anything but his dick.

Finally though, once you were ready and about to walk out the door hand in hand, Lando roughly pushed you against the wall.

''Gonna tell me what you want? Or gonna be a brat?'' he asked.

You cheeks immediately flushed and you couldn't help but lean forward and engulf him in a heated kiss, both your tongues quickly battling for dominance while Lando bit on your lower lip and you moaned into his mouth.

''Needed you all fucking day'' you said through gritted teeth between breaths.

''I know baby. Gonna help you now, yeah?''

You wondered what he was gonna do now, considering your dinner dates were already waiting for you at the restaurant.

But you confusion quickly vanished when Lando held up a pair of vaginal balls.

You gasped. ''Lando!'' and all he did was cheekily smile and lift you dress up to slip his hand in your panties.

''Where did you even get them?'' you whispered, trying to suppress your moans when he ran his fingers through you folds and slipped one in your entrance.

''Don't worry about that. Just let me put them in.''

You bit your lip as he lowered himself to his knees and slowly inserted the balls in your vagina as you pulled on his hair.

''Oh fuck me'' you quivered, the sensations giving you a bit of relief after the day you've had.

''Trust me, I plan to. But for now, these will have to do'' Lando said before standing up and licking his fingers, giving you a peck and pulling you out the door.

You tried to walk as normal as possible, and you tried as hard as you could to keep the blush off your face as you Lando approached Lily and Osc.

Once you were seated at the restaurant you were grateful to be in a booth, so you could squirm without anyone really noticing.

If you were going to get through this dinner though, you needed a bit of alcohol in your system. So you ordered a glass of red wine and hoped for the best.

You tried. You really tried to listen to what Lily was saying and take interest in a conversation but honestly, you were fucking bored and you could think of a thousand different things you could be doing right now.

Lando wasn't helped either. His hand had found your thigh, as usual, but he was itching closer and closer to your cunt. He pushed your dress up a little and let his fingers slip past your panties to dive into the pool of wetness you had going on.

You breath hitched and you could feel a blush creep up on your cheeks as you tried to remember what Lily had asked you until your boyfriend distracted you.

''Y/n are you okay? Lily asked.

''Yeah all good'' you chuckled, trying to keep as neutral as possible. ''Just a bit stuffy in here'' you said, voice quavering slightly.

Lando was being a tease and he knew it. He was so engrossed in a deep conversation with Oscar while he was making a mess of you.

So, naturally, you decided to play him back. Your hand found his knee and inch by inch crept closer to wear his manhood was. As soon as you palmed him through his jeans you felt him get hard, and now he was the one squirming in his seat.

When Lily and Osc were looking at their menu's for what to order for dessert, Lando leaned down to your ear and whispered ''Tease me again and I won't let you cum" before pecking you innocently.

''Fuck you Lan. If you won't let me cum i won't give you the blow job you so deserve for looking so fucking hot today'' you spat back, smirking at him and cupping his cock through his jeans again.

He's eyes darkened when you said that, heat rising to his cheeks.

You knew you both wouldn't last the ride back to the hotel, and just the thought of riding him in the sports car he had rented was doing things to you. Not to mention he slipped two fingers into your cunt, fiddling with the balls, having to suppress your moans so you instead bit the inside of your cheek until you could taste blood.

''I don't think I want anything for dessert. Actually wanna get back to the hotel to talk to Jon about tomorrow. Babe?'' he directed to you?

''Hmm?'' you said, slightly flustered.

''Dessert?''

''Oh no I'm good. Too full'' you said, trying to sound as decent as possible.

You didn't miss how Lily and Osc shared knowing looks, but you didn't care.

Not 10 minutes later and you and Lando were walking out the restaurant and to the car, before he pulled you into an alley way and kissed you ferociously.

''Fuck y/n, you don't know what you're doing to me tonight. Just remember - you asked for it. So don't sulk when you can't walk into the paddock tomorrow morning'' he said through breaths.

''Lan please, need to feel you, now!'' you moaned into the kiss again.

He dragged you to the car, which was parked in a secluded place for security, before pulling you on his lap and shutting the door.

In no time your dress was being ripped off your body, literally in two pieces.

''Fuck Lan!'' you shrieked, watching as your boobs were exposed to his dark eyes right away since you didn't wear a bra.

He lowered his mouth to your peaked nipples and sucked on them, tugged at them, all while you were a moaning mess, fiddling with his belt to set his aching hard dick free.

When you finally managed too free his constraints, you started grinding on it, moving slickly over him to create the friction you so desperately needed, only it felt better than ever because the balls inside you were sitting just right spots.

In minutes your body was trembling over him, his strong arms having to hold you tight so you don't go out of control.

''Lan oh my fuck. Feels amazing'' you said, moaning out his name.

Lando reached down and toyed with your clit, riding you through your orgasm before he roughly entered two fingers in your cunt and pulled at the balls, creating a feeling like no other.

He pulled the balls out and put one on them in his mouth, sucking at it. You watched as the other dangled down his chin and couldn't help but lean forward and take it into your own mouth, tasting yourself.

That earned you a delicious moan from Lando who was now pumping his aching cock in his hands, running it through your folds and slick juices.

While you both kept the balls in your mouths, you lifted yourself up to let Lando line himself at your entrance before you sank down on him, bottoming out.

The feeling back both of you groaning in each others' face, breathing each others' air in as your held Lando's face in your hands.

You started bouncing on him vigorously, your walls clenching around him almost painfully when he started to kiss you again, tongue slipping into your mouth.

''Y/n, so tight. So fuckin tight. Taking me so well. That's it baby''

You sucked on his tongue hard, stealing a the most delicious moans from him as you continued to fuck him shamelessly.

In no time you felt the familiar warmth start to build up in your lower tummy.

''Lan, I'm close. Gonna cum'' you managed to say.

''Let go for me angel. I've made you wait all day. Spill on my cock. Come on'' he edged you on.

And so you did. You came violently around him, a moaning mess as he latched his mouth back onto your nipples to ride you through your orgasm.

You body went limb in his arms and now Lando had to buck his hips up to fuck into you to chase your own release.

Until a knock on the window literally had you halting your movements in fear of who it was and what they must have heard.

''Fuck'' Lando muttered.

You both looked to the window and saw none other than Oscar standing there.

''Oh fuck me'' Lando squealed again, starting the car to open the window slightly.

''Yeah mate what do you want'' he threw at Oscar, who's eyes flew open when he saw you sitting on Lando's lap. Luckily it was too dark for him to see anything else but he obviously caught on to what was happening.

In the mean time your walls were clenching painfully around Lando and he couldn't help but stifle a few moans.

''Oscar!'' Lando practically yelled.

''Shit. Was leaving and saw your car still parked, wanted to make sure you're good'' he said, still a shocked expression on his face.

''Yeah I'm fucking more than good, so jog on'' Lando threw at him before closing the window and bucking his hips up into you, not caring if Oscar heard your moans through the window.

With no warning you came again, releasing all around Lando which in turn sent him over the edge, milking your walls with his warm cum, groaning your name in your ear.

''Fucking hell'' he said as you continued to ride him through his orgasm, dick softening inside of you.

When he pulled out you reached down to your folds and scooped the mixture of yours and his cum. You pryed his mouth open with your other hand and shoved your fingers into his mouth, moaning when he sucked them dry.

''Not gonna hear the end of this from Osc are we?'' you said, chuckling at him.

''Yeah, probably scarred the boy for life.''

''Poor Lily ain't getting anything tonight'' you laughed.

''You're so fucking incredible'' he cooed.

''I am, and I'm not done with you'' you said, climbing off him into the passenger seat.

You did end up giving him the blowjob you'd been eager to give him all day, and it goes without saying he fucked you twice more back at the hotel.

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 1 year ago

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Could u do a Tom Blyth x reader where they’re roaming the streets of Berlin late at night after a day full of filming and the public don’t really know if Tom is in a relationship and then a few fans see you and Tom together. They post it on social media and it blows up and you read the comments and find very negative comments about you . The next time you and Tom go for a walk, you are very on edge and Tom notices this and asks you what’s wrong and he finds out you’ve been reading hate comments and he posts smth on his social media abt it or smth

Thank you :) I love ur work so much 💗

Noticed in Public || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

A/n: I love this! Thank you anon :) Also included my own little twist of reader being his hair and makeup artist.

Warnings: none!

Wc:

Divider by @pommecita

"I've been waiting for this all day," Tom lets out a sigh of relief as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, your arm wrapping itself around his torso. The two of you were on your nightly stroll around the city of berlin.

During the day, Tom would be filming on set and you would be doing his hair and makeup. You enjoy the time you would spend with each other during the hustle of filming days, but you most enjoyed the alone time you would have, exploring around the city that you would be in for a couple more months.

Berlin never slept. There was always something to do around even in the late hours of night. And you and Tom never got bored; whether it be exploring different parks, trying out different restaurants, or just walking around with each other; talking about everything and anything, enjoying each other's company.

You and Tom walk along on the many bridges in Berlin, people littering it. The good thing about hanging out in the middle of the night was that fans spotting the both of you was very rare. Tom's fans didn't weren't even fully sure that he was dating someone; let alone his own hair and makeup artist. Your relationship with him was very private, only with a few pics of you together but no one though much of it.

With an arm still around his torso, and his around you shoulder, pulling you closer to him, the two of you walk past a group of girls who probably were in their late teens. You couldn't help but notice their whispering as they looked at the two of you, Tom oblivious to this.

Feeling your arm slightly loosen around his torso and your attention somewhere else, he tilts your chin up, placing a kiss on your lips. "You okay?" Tom looks down at you as he studies your features. You nod, giving him a smile, "Yeah, of course."

He then peppers your face with kisses as you squeal making him laugh. "Are you Tom Blyth?" One of the girls from the group calls out from behind us as we both look back then look at each other. "Busted," He says before he walks fast, his hand pulling you along as you follow him off the bridge.

The next morning, you woke up beside Tom, his arm haphazardly thrown across your waist. For some odd reason, you woke up with a weird feeling in your stomach, you just weren't sure why. "Morning," Tom groggily says as you cup his face and place a kiss on his forehead. "Morning," You reply back as a lazy smile makes it to his face.

"You're going to be wearing your locks today," You point out to your boyfriend as he brushes his teeth, your preparing everything you would need to put his wig on. "Great, I get to spend more time with you," He smiles, his toothbrush still in his mouth as you laugh at his cuteness.

When you finish up with his hair and slight makeup, you walk with him to the filming set as you still needed to be with him throughout the day, fixing his hair and makeup throughout the day.

Around lunch time, you felt a buzz from your phone as you see what is was. It was a message from your sister. You and Tom are trending all over tiktok rn. You screw up your eyebrows as you follow the link she sends. Straight away, you recognise the girl to the be the girl who called out to Tom.

You watch the tiktok as she explains how she saw the Tom and a mysterious woman walking on the bridge and how she saw him kissing you, and walking away quickly when she asked if it was him.

She also mentioned that she couldn't quite tell who the mysterious girl was that was locking lips with Tom due to the darkness and the fact that you were wearing a beanie.

You tap on the comment section and scroll through them. A few people immediately saying that it was you since there were already a few pictures released of the two of you together. You couldn't help but notice the hate comments aswell.

Tom always told you to ignore the comments but you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to know what they thought of it, even though it wasn't there business who Tom was dating. The comments stung.

They were the usual, 'she doesn't deserve him,' and the, 'he could do so much better' comments that stabbed you deep. Your mind lingered on it throughout the rest of the day. Tom could tell something was up when you were removing his hair and makeup.

You would usually conversate and laugh about the funny things that happened on set and whatnot, but this time, you were quiet, not really responding. "Darling," Tom grabs your forearm as you were packing up the desk.

"What's wrong? You've been acting strange all afternoon. If there's a problem, you know we can talk about it." He says softly as all you wanted to do was break down and stay in the comfort of his arms. "It's nothing, I'm just really exhausted. That's all," You try to smile, though it doesn't reach your eyes which Tom notices straight away, not buying your excuse.

"You sure?" He watches you as you quickly pack up everything as you smile at him and hum. Tom knew better than to push you and knew that you would tell him when you wanted to.

As the two of you did your usual walk around Berlin and buying random things, you were slightly on edge. Always on the lookout to see if there was anyone watching the two of you. You both decided to get some ice cream and waited outside the parlor.

Your head resting on his chest as he rubs circles on your back. Your eyes catch a glimpse of a group of girls walk your direction, whispering and giggling to each other. You instantly move so that Tom's frame was covering you as they walk by.

Tom looks down at you confused and then looks to the group that just walked by. "Y/n," He softly says to you as you don't respond, burying your face deeper in his jacket. "Y/n, please?" You sigh, turning your head to the side.

'"That girl that called out your name last night on the bridge made a tiktok about it and it's circulating around social media-" "Did you read the comments?" Tom blatantly asks.

"W-What?" You meet his eyes, "I said, did you read the comments?" He moves a strand of hair from your face as you sigh in defeat. "Ok- yeah- yeah I did. I couldn't help it!" You sniffle as hugs you tighter.

"Sweetheart, you know I how I don't like you reading those comments. They don't even know you and have absolutely no idea of how a beautiful girlfriend you are. I love you," He whispers as he kisses your forehead.

A single tear rolls down your cheek as he wipes it away. You go on your tippy toes and kiss him. His arm pulls you even closer to him by the waist to deepen the kiss. "I love you too" You whisper against his lips as you both smile.

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What did I tell you guys? Tom and Y/n are the cutest 😭 (edited: HE FREAKIN LIKED MY POST)

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hopelesslydevoted2paige · 7 months ago

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something angsty for paige where maybe yall are talking and then you see the live of her kissing azzi at the bar?? (make it gut wrenching pls)

CASUAL || PAIGE BUECKERS

summary — paige makes drunken mistakes and you figure out where you both stand

pairings: paige bueckers x fem cheerleader!reader

word count: 418

warnings: cursing, angst

authors note: hii thanks for this request! i dont really know the full context of that live moment so i didnt really wanna write it without that much knowledge but heres something similar! i kinda wanna make a part 2 just lmk if u guys want me too 🫶 ill stop talking now rah hope u enjoy!

part 2

It was around 2 am, everyone in the room feeling buzzed and tipsy.

After another victory from the women’s basketball team, they had decided to invite the UConn dance team to go out and celebrate with them for the night.

“Yo, guys! We should play a game.” KK sat up and leaned forward.

“What game?” You spoke up, making eye contact with Paige.

For the past few weeks, you guys have been getting to know each other and spending time with each other. Paige was so sweet to you. She got you gifts, took you out on dates and even introduced you to her family. You were starting to question things since none of you made it official.

“Truth or dare. But!-” KK stood up and poured a shot. “If you don’t wanna answer or do the dare, you gotta take a shot.”

Everyone started to sit up, listening intently.

“Alright, let’s start with you Paige!” KK rubbed her hands together. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

She scoffs. “Easy.”

Your grin widened as you realized she was walking to your direction, quickly dropping once she leaned in to kiss your teammate next to you.

“Ooh!” Everyone around you raised their eyebrows and laughed.

You felt like your heart dropped to your stomach. Did all of the gifts, kisses and the time you spent with each other mean nothing to her?

You cleared your throat. “I think im gonna head out. You guys have fun though.” You put on the best smile you could before grabbing your things and walking out.

“Get home safe!” Nika smiled warmly at you before glaring at Paige. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “What’d I do now?!”

Nika snatched the can from her hand. “You’re wasted. You’ve had too many shots and now you’re making stupid decisions.”

“Stop being such a killjoy Nika!”

“She’s done nothing but be there for you for the past 4 weeks!” She fumed. “You aren’t even going after her! Is she just nothing to you?!”

Paige stood up, rolling her eyes for what seemed like the tenth time tonight. “Whatever.”

She ran after you. “Y/N!”

You walked towards the taxi faster, wiping your tear-stained cheeks.

Paige jogged over to you, grabbing your arm. “Hey!”

You turned around, removing your arm from her hand. “What?”

“I’m sorry okay?” She slurred.

“Paige, I just don’t get it.” You sniffled. “You can’t treat me like im your girlfriend then go off kissing other girls!”

“Come on Y/N!” She groaned. “I thought we were just having fun! Playing around and being casual.”

You felt your chest tightening as she said those words. “Nice to know where we stand.”

“Wait Y/N-“

“Get home safe Paige. You’re wasted.”

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fallenneziah · 3 months ago

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Hi! Love your blog!

Can you do a scenario where tfp wheeljack and/or tfp megatron with their soft s/o (human or cybertronain your choice) being bulled or harassed by someone. What would they do?

Thank you so much for stopping by! I've been rewatching the series so the influx of requests is really fun. I'm glad you enjoy it here, and I hope you like this.

Megatron and Wheeljack reacting to their S/O being harassed. (Separately)

Will absolutely deal with any harassment himself. While on one hand he'd usually let Soundwave depart anyone making trouble, when they make trouble toward you, it's a whole different story.

You had just finished getting your usual scan from Knockout after kicking some Autobot tailpipe out on that mud ball called earth. You were a little sore in the joints but you at least managed to retrieve the relic that Megatron was so insistent on busting his bearings for. Not like you were going to complain or protest, you were more than willing to do something if it meant making Megatron happy for more than a minute at a time.

As you walked down the halls of the Nemesis the incessant clicking of heels made your insides grind together in frustration.

And as you had suspected, that squeaky, whiny voice broke the air, rushing up to you. "Ah, look at you, retrieving the relic for your precious master. How does it feel?"

You rolled your eyes. "Starscream, whatever you have to say, I'm really not interested."

Starscream's wings fluttered and he rushed up to you again. "You misunderstood. I merely came to congratulate you on your work. Why is that a crime??"

You turned to him, glaring at the con. "You know why. Megatron told you to keep your distance, remember?"

Starscream grit his denta and curled his servos. "Ah... Yes. That- misunderstanding..."

"You tried to climb into my berth, Starscream. That wasn't a 'misunderstanding'." You had been butting helms with Starscream for a long time. You didn't understand why Megatron didn't just chuck him. Especially after what he did last time. Trying to get in your good graces while Megatron was locked in stasis.

You told Megatron right away when he first awoke, what a pleasant way to be greeted. By learning your scheming second in command tried to sleep with your partner.

Starscream laughed nervously. "That was merely diplomatic! I was trying to build relations-"

"Save it for the scrap heap, Starscream." You dismissed him and kept on your way, walking toward the throne room, the helm of the Nemesis to find your partner.

But that annoying clack of stiletto heels continued after you, panting as he raced to your side. You glared and continued on your way, not looking at him in hopes he'd get the hint and buzz off.

Starscream however, did not like being ignored. He grabbed your wrist and looked at you with those big red, pathetic eyes. "Please, give me a chance."

You frowned and tried to break your wrist from his grip. "Starscream, get off! I'm not sleeping with you, even if you weren't half as scummy and slimy as you are."

He gasped, his brow plates going up, and then slanting again. "You-"

"Starscream!"

Starscream jumped out of his armor, his optics turning to the massive frame taking up the space of the hallway. Megatron glared down at his second in command, the dark scar lines carved into his face only makes his expression more menacing.

Stood just behind him was the much smaller frame of Soundwave, visor blank and stature as still as a rock.

He ratted on him!!

"Lord Megatron-" Starscream let go of your wrist and tucked his wings in, attempting to seem more pathetic and tiny to Megatron. "I was merely-"

"Starscream, you have no excuse that will make me satisfied you had a right to put your hands on what is mine." His voice was threatening as he walked forward, making Starscream scramble back in response.

"I was not!-"

You moved to Megatron's side, feeling his taloned servo briefly grace your back, digits playing across the plating to assure himself of your presence.

"Apologies, my dear. Soundwave, make them comfortable in my chambers." He dismissed you with an assuring glance, and you nodded. You didn't give Starscream a second thought before you were turned and following Soundwave.

The wretched scream of Starscream bounced off the hallway, but Soundwave kept up his even walk next to you.

"You rat him out for me?" You asked softly.

Soundwave didn't reply, but you'd been around him long enough to know he had your back. And hated Starscream as much as you did.

While you were getting comfortable, Megatron's optics were full of near physical fire. He had Starscream by the face, dragging him down the hallway and threw him into an empty room.

Starscream struggled for air, scrambling back. "Lord Megatron! Have mercy! I didn't mean to intrude, I promise!" His optics widened, staring up at the gladiator.

Megatron chuckled darkly and he kicked Starscream. "Just like you didn't mean to attempt to sleep with them behind my back??" He spat with a venomous tone.

Starscream whimpered and curled up, the beating seemed to last for hours. But by the time Megatron had dragged the seeker to Knockout, he was so very lucky Megatron hadn't severed his vitals where he'd stood...

Megatron entered his chambers when he was finished and saw you relaxing on the berth with Soundwave posted nearby. He released Soundwave back to his work and turned his gaze to you.

"Did he hurt you?"

You lightly rubbed your wrist. "No, I think you hurt him enough for both of us."

Megatron let out a rumbly hum and walked over, taking your hand. He examined your wrist until he was satisfied. He did not see you as weak, the last thing he'd look for in a partner was weakness, and you were far from.

"I should end him for this..."

"So you didn't?" You smiled a little, but the joke didn't exactly land. A tense moment passed before you sighed. "I promise, I'm fine." You patted his massive servo, and that seemed to ease him.

"Very well, my dear. But I will not hesitate to end him if he tries again."

Your travels with Wheeljack had been long, and the Jackhammer was running low on fuel when you decided to stop at a nearby Autobot outpost. It was one of the few not abandoned toward the exodus of the war when troops started to flee from Cybertron.

It was hidden amongst the stars, a nice and cozy place for fueling, company, and information.

"Where do you think we'll head after this?" You turned your helm to Wheeljack as he landed the Jackhammer on one of the lots of the outpost.

He turned to you with a little smirk. "Who knows. Maybe we'll meet up with some of the wreckers."

"Hah, wouldn't that be a dream." You smiled as you stood. Wheeljack nodded for you to go first, ushering you out of the ship and out onto the ground to stretch your pedes and back struts.

"Ah." You let out a soft breath, feeling Wheeljack lightly pat your hip. "Come on, I'll fill 'er up, you go get us a drink for the road."

You smiled and watched his back as he went to barter energon for the ship. So you headed for the outpost bar next to the office. Maybe you'd pick up a report on your way out and get you two on a little mission to pass the time.

The inside of the bar wasn't particularly crowded. Some of the members who stuck around the outpost and bounty hunters that were passing through the boundary of Decepticon and Autobot territory.

You went to the front and ordered two tall drinks of energon, waiting by the end of the bar. Your digits tapped against the metal surface while waiting. So long out in space with only Wheeljack had turned you into something of a bot watcher. You enjoyed seeing so many people in one place, as much as it also made you anxious.

Your digits continued to rhythmically tap, a motion that kept you calm and aware of your surroundings.

Well, that was until a bot decided to try his luck. He walked up to you and leaned against the bar counter, his bright blue optics meeting yours. "Nice seeing a new face around here. How long you staying, soldier?" He looked down at your digits, then back to your face.

"Not long. My partner is filling up our ride." You replied simply, dismissing the conversation while waiting.

He hummed and raised his brow plates. "Partner, hey?"

"Yes, partner." You turned your helm to the bar, not giving the bot a second thought until he spoke up again.

"Y'know, I got a group of scavengers planning to meet up with some of the Autobot big names, if you're interested. Might get a shot at the front lines."

You looked back at him, then shook your helm. "I'm happy where I'm at. We offer a hand where we're needed."

He hummed, his brow plates flicking up briefly. "If you say so. Sounds boring, that's no life for a soldier, is it?"

Your optics briefly flickered back to Wheeljack entering the crowded bar, then back at the mech. You leaned up and put your weight onto your fidgeting arm. "Look, I don't know what you want, but I'm not taking it. I've got a good partner, we're just passing through."

The mech's expression truly soured and his servo moved to grasp your hip. His digits barely grazed your armor before Wheeljack grabbed his wrist tightly, twisting his arm back up and turning the mech toward him.

"Woah Woah, having a party over here are we? And I wasn't invited? Shame..." His optics glowed, brows slanting, his grip tightening.

The mech looked at Wheeljack and grit his denta. "We were just having a conversation. Your partner here tells me you're just passing through." He grumbled.

"That we are." He said as the bartender passed over the drinks and Wheeljack dropped the mech's servo to grab his drink and chugged it back, tapping the cube on the counter.

"Drink up darling, we'll be in the sky again soon." He winked at you, and you couldn't help feeling a bit flustered. Of course he has to act like this when someone is trying to get in with you.

Wheeljack pushed past the mech subtly and offered you your drink, his servo taking its place on your hip, gently rubbing the plating there.

You took the energon and drank it down, enjoying the energy in your system. You were about ready to go now, you didn't want to spend more time here if you didn't have to.

"Now, if you'll excuse us." Wheeljack threw the mech a threatening look and motioned you toward the door.

He turned back to the mech one last time as you left, and he gave the mech a threatening look again. "Try that slag again and I'll cut you up so fast you won't know what happened. No self respecting Autobot would attempt the shit you just did."

He pointed his digit to the mech's chest. "You're just lucky they're more important to me than some nobody soldier, or I'd grind you into scrap, wrecker style." He moved past and patted the mech harshly on the back as he did.

"Jackie..." You looked up at him and sighed once he came out of the bar.

Wheeljack lightly shushed you with a kiss to the helm. "I've got it taken care of. Besides, I think he'll be pretty unhappy when he leaves..."

You raised a brow plate, before spotting his empty hip where he usually kept his singular grenade.

"Jackie-"

Wheeljack smiled and guided you toward the Jackhammer. "Shh, he deserves it. He better be glad I didn't pound his metal right there. I'd have made a fool of him." He grit his denta.

He looked down at your servo, gently taking it. Though you weren't tapping your digits anymore, he could tell you'd been anxious.

"But my partner comes first."

#transformers headcanon #transformers fic #transformers #transformers x reader #wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #wheeljack tfp #megatron x reader #tfp megatron #tfp megatron x reader #megatron tfp #tfp wheeljack #maccadam #tfp #tfp starscream

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dilf-rot · 4 months ago

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Nuisance

MDNI 18+

Word Count: 1975

Tags: Wolverine x Reader, Logan Howlett x Reader, Mutant!Reader, Reader hates Logan, Logan doesn’t really care, Reader with a Vulva, GN except for the term “princess”, Hate sex, Agressive sex, dirty talk, P in V, fingering, oral, hickeys / biting, scratching

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After a particularly stressful mission, you and the others decided to throw a party. It was mostly you and Jean who put everything together, deciding how and if you should decorate, when it should be, etc. The two of you got along rather well, except you had a particular disagreement. She would say that Logan was on her list for the most attractive people at the mansion. You, however, could not stand him.

His cocky attitude. His annoying comments during training. Sometimes even the way he stood bothered you.

Everyone had picked up on it rather quickly, including Logan, who was not exactly sure why you hated him, but didn’t really give a shit. He decided it would make his life easier if he pretended to hate you too.

The party was going rather well, nothing could go wrong by giving a bunch of stressed and lonely mutants unlimited (or mostly so) access to alcohol, party games, and the space to mingle while music blasted from someone’s borrowed speakers.

“Hey Princess,” that voice you’d recognize anywhere. You turn around to see him, Logan, leaning against the wall, beer in hand.

“Go fuck yourself,” You rolled your eyes and leant back against the wall.

“Would if I could,” He flexed his hand, claws springing out from between his knuckles.

“Put those away, we’re in a public space you know.” You scoffed at him, he always seemed to want to show off at the worst of times.

“Whatever.” He put his claws away, the blood from his knuckles dripping to the floor. Gross.

“What do you even want?”

“Just saying thanks for the party, is that so bad?” He shrugs, taking a sip from his beer.

“Why? It was Jean’s idea.”

“That’s funny, she said it was yours.” You search the crowd and spot Jean talking to Scott in a corner. She returns your glance with a wave and a thumbs up. You curse under your breath.

“Could I get you a drink?” He tips his beer towards you.

“Why?” You cross your arms, you already had a few earlier, but the buzz had worn off quickly.

“Maybe it’ll make you a bit more pleasant,” He gestures towards the kitchen, “Come on, Doll.”

You’re not sure why, but you follow him. Maybe because you have nothing better to do, or more so you don’t want to end up third-wheeling Jean. Or because everyone else is so preoccupied and you are always ending up on the outskirts.

There’s way less people in the kitchen, just a handful sitting along the counter or bunched up at the table. Logan slides in front of the fridge, grabbing a beer and tossing it to you.

“This isn’t gonna make me like you, you know that right?” You pop off the cap on the edge of the counter, the bubbles spilling over onto your hand.

“That’s ok, you can tell me how much you hate me after we get out of here.”

“And why would I leave with you?” You ask between sips of the beer. It’s rather refreshing, though you’ve had better.

“What else are you gonna do?” He gives you a smug look before heading out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

Damnit. You curse yourself, every part of your brain telling you not to follow him, but you just couldn’t help it. And before you know it you're standing right outside his door, as he’s in the doorframe, you come back to yourself.

“I’m not coming into your room, Logan. I don’t know where you think this night is going, but you’re wrong.” He just smiles and walks further into his room, setting his beer down on his nightstand.

“Suit yourself, but you and I both know you were bored as hell down at the party.” He leans back against his head board. You hadn’t even realized he was wearing just a tank top and jeans until right now.

“Do you know how much I hate those stupid tanks? Can you just cover yourself up for once?”

“Why? My arms botherin’ you?” He flexes, and you avert your gaze to not get wrapped up in his preening.

“Yes. Your everything bothers me”

“Oh yeah?”

“I hate your attitude. How you think you're so hot, so cool. Always in the fucking way.” You drink from your beer. Leaning against his doorway. “Hate your stupid hair. And your smoking habit. Whole fucking mansion risks when you’re here.”

He smiles, almost chuckling to himself.

“I hate when you do that, too.”

“Tell me more, Doll.”

“God fuck you. Do you even know any of our names or do you just make shit up so you don’t have to think too hard?” That one makes him actually laugh. The sound of it making your blood run hot. You could punch him right now and feel no remorse. In fact you just might. You slam the door behind you, stalking up to the side of the bed, putting your beer next to his and standing right in front of him. You reel back, “I hate your stupid laugh.”

As you follow through with your swing he catches your hand, and you struggle against his grasp. “You know, starting to sound like you think about me a lot.” He smiles, dropping your hand.

“Don't flatter yourself,”

“Don’t need to. You’ve been doing it for me.” He runs his hand up your arm, pulling you closer. Your balance falters and you fall on top of him.

“Could you not?”

“Then stop me,” He’s right you could stop him, you should. But his warmth feels nice against you, and you haven’t had anything close to this in forever. He puts his hands on your thighs, you somehow ended up straddling him, hovering above him. Your faces are so close to one another. He leans up, his hips knocking against yours, he pulls your face down to his and kisses you. It’s fierce and sloppy and tastes like beer and smoke. In a blur he’s flipped you over, and tugged your pants off of you, holding himself up between your thighs.

“Why don’t you put your mouth to good use for once,”

“Oh yeah, where would you like it, Doll?” You push him down, pressing his face against your cunt. You can feel him smiling against you, your fingers lacing in his hair to hold him still. Grinding yourself shamelessly against his mouth. His tongue hot and sweet, the feeling so much better than your hands ever could be.

He licks slow stripes up and down your folds, swirling his tongue around your clit, bringing it back down to poke at your entrance. Sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. You bite down on your hand to stop yourself from moaning, your other hand wrapped in his hair pressing him against you. You’re practically humping his face as he eats you out, he hums against you, groaning as you tug on his hair.

He brings his hand to trace up your thigh and pulls his face away to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Two of his fingers pushing their way inside of you and curling to press that sweet spot inside. He brings his tongue back to lap at your clit as he works his fingers in and out, drawing you closer and closer. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he makes you cum. Clenching down around his fingers, pressing your hips up against him, his tongue making lazy circles on your clit as you shudder and spasm. He pulls away and you see that stupid smug look on his face.

“For someone who hates me, you sure did cum a lot on my tongue.”

“Shut up,” you hide your face with your hands, but he pulls them back down.

“Nah,” He throws his shirt to the side, and slips out of his jeans. You don’t dare to look at him, naked, knowing he’s probably even more frustratingly hot without the clothes. “You still gonna hate me after having this cock?”

“Yes.” You close your eyes as you feel him lining himself up, he slaps the head of his cock against your already sensitive clit. The wet smack sound it makes is filthy.

“We’ll see, Doll.” He pushes in, fast and without much warning. He’s bigger than you thought, and the way he stretches you out makes you bite back a whimper. He trails small bites up and down your neck and shoulders, you shudder beneath him.

Why did he have to feel so good? You couldn’t stop yourself now, even if you wanted to. As he thrusts in and out of you, hard and ruthless, you can’t hold back your moans any longer. The way his cock drags along your walls, hitting sensitive spots, forming you to his shape.

“Fuck,” you whine and you feel him smirk against your skin.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” He whispers in your ear before returning to bite down hard on your neck.

“Ah, Fuck… that hurts…” But he ignores your protest, you imagine he could draw blood if he wanted but he doesn’t. He pulls away to lick at the teeth marks.

“Oh sorry princess… that one might bruise.”

“Fuck you,” You drag your nails down his back and he groans. He brings a hand up to your chest, unsheathing his claws to tear apart the fabric of your shirt and bra. It practically dissolves into shreds in one quick move. Before you can say anything he chimes in.

“You can borrow one of mine.”

He watches your tits bounce as he fucks into you, his eyes dark and hazy. He fondles them in his hands, squeezing them firmly. His thrusts never letting up. You can feel yourself getting close again and he knows it too. The way your hatred falters and you aren’t restricting your moans anymore, the way you're clamping down on his cock, your walls fluttering around him.

He brings his hand to his mouth, spitting on it, and then dragging down between you to messily rub at your clit. Your eyes roll back and you groan, it's almost nearing overstimulation. It makes your eyes water. You don’t even hear his claws come out before you feel a slight sting along your collarbone, it is barely enough pressure to draw blood, just enough to leave scratch marks in their wake.

You can’t even think enough to berate him for it. Your mind goes blank as you cum around him. “That’s it, cum on this cock. Let me feel you.”

You feel him begin to falter as he pumps into you a few more times before pulling out and shooting sticky pools of cum onto your stomach. He grabs a towel from the floor and wipes it off of you before laying down next to you. Pulling you close to him as your sudden exhaustion sets in and you close your eyes

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The sun trickles in from the window, and you realize very quickly you are not in your own room. You slip out from the heavy arm around your waist, and make your way to the kitchen. Praying it was too early for anyone to be awake. You didn’t run into anyone in the hall, but as soon as you step in the kitchen, there’s Jean.Sitting by the counter, two coffee mugs in front of her.

Jean looks you over, her eyes stopping at the very obvious claw marks and bites along your shoulders. Logan’s t-shirt. You were so screwed.

“Long night?” She says as she pushes a cup of coffee towards you.

“Shut up.” You take the coffee back to your room. Hoping that you had something to cover up all these goddamn marks, having found yet another reason to hate him for.

#logan howlett x reader #wolverine smut #logan howlett smut #anon request #two fics in one day thats how you know im cooked #I had a short shift at work so I just came home and started writing

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anonymous-vr · 6 months ago

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Self Discipline

Summary:

It's easy to keep your legs closed.

6.3k words

Bakugou x fem/reader

Warnings:

Smut

MDNI!

Author's Word:

My first post on here, enjoy.

-Anonymous-vr

Your suitcase, meticulously packed with essentials for a week, stood as a silent testament to the internship you had tirelessly pursued. As summer draped its warmth over Japan, you felt both drained and invigorated by the experience. The city buzzed with life as you navigated its streets, your tenacious attitude pushing you through every challenge. After finishing your internship, you promised to visit your mother soon after. Her mama-bear nature refuses to let you relish your life without a consistent visit.

In a world where humans are equipped with powers, life-threatening events constantly take place around you. You were thankful nothing happened to you, though you could never be too sure. "Please be safe on the road home." Your mother spoke eagerly on the phone, excited to see her only child. Your reassurance did nothing to calm her nerves though, it never did. "Remember when you told me I needed to get out more? Well, your mama is hosting a get-together. It'll be in the garden. I'm in a club dedicated to mothers with only one child." You couldn't help but chuckle over the phone. Having a mother who refused to get out and meet others was a burden for you, it made leaving so much more difficult. "You can tell me more when I get home Mom.".

The three-hour drive always took a toll on your body as you began to re-enter the city halfway through. Traffic was always hectic this time of year as some traveled away and others went home in the town. You sighed a sigh of relief once you parked in front of your small childhood home. It was small but you loved it. Its eggshell exterior makes a great contrast with the brick guiding visitors inside. The flowers you'd watched your mother plant running up the gate and greeting your fingers as you pushed inside. The slightly rusty gate creaked as you pulled your suitcase behind you. It took two knocks before the front door was yanked open and you were engulfed by your mother's arms.

"You don't know how much I've missed you around here." You followed her inside before making your way to your old bedroom. "I've missed you too Mom, more than you know. Tell me more about this event you're hosting though." You unpacked your suitcase as she detailed the gathering she'd put together. "Wow Mom, you've invited twenty-nine people over? That's insane considering your introverted nature." "I know but I really wanted to listen to you and push myself out there. Now I know twenty-nine other mothers who are also dealing with some sort of separation anxiety. A mother I've grown close to has a son I'm sure you'd get along with." You turned to raise a brow at your mom.

You were successful in almost every aspect of your life, not to her. Your life was too busy for romance, and she pitied you. The story of her and your father constantly brought up to try and ignite something within you, it never worked though. Father passed away when you were still young, romance was never something that you'd seen first-hand growing up. The only depictions of love shown were on TV, and the popular sitcoms portrayed it as fairly difficult to obtain.

"Mom, you know I'm too busy to entertain the thought of having a boyfriend." Having this conversation was like beating a dead horse. "Well, his mother has described him as a very well-known and handsome man. At least be open about this, for me? I don't want you old and alone like me." You let out a soft sigh before pulling your mother in for a warm, and much-needed, hug. "I'll be open but I can't make any promises."

As the setting of the Sun painted the sky with stars, you sunk into your bed and fell asleep. Your rest wasn't fulfilling as you knew you'd need to wake up in enough time to make yourself look appropriate. The nagging thought of this mystery man also kept you pondering throughout the night.

As morning slowly approached, you sadly got out of bed and got dressed. The smell of food filled the little house as your mother prepared snacks for the guests. Pulling on a floral sundress and a pair of kitten heels, you rush out of your room just in time. Looking outside, it seemed as though guests had already arrived. A majority of the mothers had brought their children along with them. They all exuded motherly pride as they finally had the chance to show off the child they'd described over the past few months.

"This is my only child y/n." Your mother gushed as she hugged onto your arm. Chatter started as the other mothers introduced themselves and reached to shake your hand. As everyone began to mingle, you found yourself watching from the sides. As much as you told your mother to get out of her shell, you felt ashamed now as she left to speak to the other mothers. Your phone became enticing, luring you in as you drowned out the world and began checking emails. You weren't sure how much time had passed before you were interrupted by the sound of your mother's voice approaching you again.

"This is my daughter!" Looking up, you were met with an ash-blonde-haired woman. "Well, aren't you a beauty? I'd always wished for a daughter. Instead, I was given that thing over there." She chuckled as her thumb directed you to the scowling man hunched over at a table. He looked identical to his mother, his ash-blonde hair and eyes a piercing crimson color. Turning his gaze toward the three of you, you quickly looked away. "I'm sure he's great." The lie was forced through your teeth, he looks extremely intimidating. "No need to lie, I told him to dress nicely, and he comes out in jeans and a black top. Ignorant just like his father." The two women moved to sit and chat.

Your gaze couldn't help but flicker from the man across the garden. His black shirt curled around his body, displaying his muscles. His big stature exuded confidence as though he owned the place. He looked awfully familiar, like someone you'd seen in the news. Growing up in a small town, you were often isolated from the flashy aspects of city living. You knew of a few celebrities and heroes but never anything up to date. The only new-gen hero you knew about was Deku, you were a big fan. A few of his posters were plastered on your wall from your early college years.

Shaking your gaze from the man, you decided to go inside for a drink of water. The beams of the sun had finally won. As you moved inside, you could feel the eyes of the man on your back as you smiled at a few guests in your path. Once inside, peace washed over you. You were an introvert just like your mom, this newfound inner peace came after you'd graduated from college. At age twenty-two, you were more inclined to spend more time alone than with others. You sipped on a cup of water as you pulled up your phone and scrolled through a few documents you were meant to review.

The sound of the back door opening and closing caught your attention as you placed your phone on the counter. No one was meant to be inside the house, so you assumed it was your mom. "Mom, does your friend's son look familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before." You spoke out loud as your gaze moved outside the window to look at the man again. You were shocked when you couldn't find him though, instead being met with the eyes of your mother as she continued to chat with the others. Face falling in confusion, you swiveled around to be met with the intimidating man. Embarrassed, your eyes widened as you stood awkwardly.

"Y'know where the bathroom is?" He questioned with a stoic look on his face. He held no shame as his demanding eyes bore into yours, expecting an answer. Technically, no one was meant to be inside the house. There was only one bathroom, it was shared by you and your mother. "I uh- It's right down the hall to the left." Your voice was an unusual octave as the older man watched you squirm. He raised an eyebrow at you, his head tilting to an angle. "So, you just let anyone walk through your house alone?" The question had caught you off guard, you'd expected him to leave once given directions. "I'm sorry but um, what do you mean?" He shook his head, obviously annoyed by your ignorance. "You don't know me and you're gonna let me wander your house. Just because you give me directions, doesn't mean I'm gonna follow them. This is why you dumb extras are always in dumb situations."

Your face dropped as you rushed from your spot in the kitchen. His booming voice further intimidates you as you guide him through the house and to the bathroom. His presence was large and strong as he walked behind you. He gave you a lackluster "Thanks" before shutting the door behind him.

Bakugou unzipped his pants and did his business as he looked around your bathroom. The sink was crowded with perfumes, makeup, dental care, and hair items. The soft pink shower curtain was slightly opened, giving him a view into your clean shower. This was definitely a woman's house. It was definitely messier than his bathroom though. He always prioritized having a clean space as it helped him think better. Being the number two hero, he couldn't allow his space to reflect his busy schedule.

Finishing his business, he washed his hands while looking in the mirror. Today was his first day off in two weeks and his mother had forced him to spend it at this get-together. He was upset but understood the importance of keeping a tight-knit relationship with his parents. "There's a girl I want you to meet at this get-together. She's a sweet thing, based on what her mother's said. I spoke positively about you so try your best to uphold what I've said." His mother's words annoyed him, she constantly meddled in his love life as she wanted grandkids sooner than later. Being a busy hero though, he knew he had little to no time for a relationship. He entertained his mother and agreed to attend, promising to be on his best behavior.

As he left the bedroom, he realized you were no longer in front of the door. "Dumb ass, just let strangers wander her house alone." He grumbled before glancing at the bedroom across the hall. He knew it had to be yours. Floral wallpaper, a soft pink rug, and a white bed standing in his vision. His curiosity getting the best of him, he stepped into your room and looked around. A scowl formed on his face at the sight of Deku, his face plastered on a poster you'd neatly taped on your wall. Despite the ridiculous number of knick-knacks, your room was fairly clean.

You'd gone to the kitchen once the bathroom door shut, eagerly grabbing your cup of water to calm yourself. The man seemed even more familiar after speaking to him, his temperamental energy scratching your brain. After texting an old friend and chugging down your water, you walked back down the hallway to find the man. Reaching the bathroom, your brows furrowed at the emptiness. "Um...excuse me?" You called out, hoping for a reply. Maybe he'd found his way back outside. The thought was brushed away though when his voice replied from your bedroom. Heart falling to your ass, you turned around and rushed to your room.

The tall man looked out of place in your childhood room. "This um...this isn't the way back outside." Your reply was stupid, and you mentally cursed yourself for it. "Yeah, I figured. What's with the poster?" His finger pointed to the old poster on your wall. "Oh, it's old, I put that up during my sophomore year of college." You weren't sure why, but you could feel irritation shimmer off his body. "Do you...not like Deku?" A low grumble left his lips as his brows furrowed. "D'you not know who I am or something?" His head turned so his eyes could look at you. You were pathetic, standing timidly in your own room. Your form was much smaller than his, the kitten heels doing little to boost your height.

"I'm sorry." Was all you could get out as the man studied you. His presence made you feel foreign in your own house. Your answer made him turn to fully face you. "You're serious, you don't know who I am?" Words failing, you shook your head no. It pissed him off, Deku's face plastered on your wall, and you didn't know who Bakugou was. It didn't surprise him though considering how small your town was. "You livin' under a fuckin rock or what?" Poison was laced in his words as he stepped closer to you, his cologne slowly sweeping from his body up your nostrils. Your eyes widened as he stalked closer to you, seeming to not care about personal space. "I-should I know who you are?" "Damn right, you should, you're standing in front of the number two hero." With that, everything fell into place. No wonder he seemed so familiar. The hero Dynamight was standing in your room.

"There we go, that little brain finally working huh?" you stumbled over your words as you apologized profusely, something he seemed to enjoy as his signature smirk spread across his face. "So what, Dynamight was never good enough to plaster on your walls?" Your jumbled words began falling again as you tried to explain your reasoning. "This is so embarrassing" You mumbled as your blushing face fell into your hands. You never expected this turn of events, unprepared for his persistent personality. He chuckled as he sat down on your bed. You continued to stand, too nervous to sit next to the towering hero. "So, what's it like being a hero?" you questioned, fiddling with your fingers nervously. He caught onto your nervous habits though, scoffing as you shrunk under his gaze. "Relax, I'm not gonna blow your head off or anything." Your arms immediately fell to your sides as you stood awkwardly. "It's hard work, a lot of hard work. I love my job though." His answer didn't give much detail, but you still appreciated it.

"What exactly... brings you to this part of town? With how busy you must be, I can't help but wonder how you have the time to come to such an underwhelming get-together." "My mom wanted me to come so I came. Something about wanting to introduce me to some woman's daughter." Your face flushed as you began to avoid his eye contact. Picking up on your body language, mentally cursed his mom for putting him in this predicament. "I'm assuming that daughter is you." Your silence was enough of an answer for him. "I promise I wasn't in on this; I was told the same thing you were. Besides, I'm not interested in finding a relationship since I'm too busy with work. I've gone twenty-two years without one so I'm sure I'll survive." Your words sprinted from your mouth as you tried to cut through the awkward tension.

Bakugou scoffed at your jumbled words. "Were you a sheltered little brat or what? You've never been in a relationship before?" He was surprised a girl like you had never been in a relationship before. Your pretty hair was gathered in a low bun, a few pieces framing your innocent face. He watched as you nervously pulled your glossy bottom lip between your teeth. "I never saw the point of it." Your reply was a lame excuse, it was true though. "You ever try having sex?" His question was extremely inappropriate and blunt. The blood rose to your face as your eyes averted away from his. "Of course not if I've never been in a relationship." He let out a deep chuckle, shifting slightly on your bed. You were an innocent little thing. Living in the city, he was used to bold and experienced women who threw themselves at him. You were the complete opposite though, avoiding his gaze and presenting yourself as a modest little thing.

"You never heard of a hook-up?" His question made you look stupid as he stared at you confused. "I-I-I yeah, I mean. I'd never do that." He cut you off with another scoff. "What, you too good for that too?" "That's not what I'm saying I just-" Your fingers began twiddling together again as you spoke, nerves shooting through your body. "I just don't participate in those types of activities." "Come here." His hand patted the bed, signaling the spot next to him. Hesitating, you force your body to move. The bed creaked underneath the weight of you and the pro hero. His eyes glazed over your face and body as you stared straight ahead. His heat radiated off of him and it made you shift. Bakugou was a very handsome man, his blonde locs sitting disheveled on his head. His hair color complimented the intensity of his red eyes. All elements of him accessorizing the Godly build he had beneath his clothes. He was a man to be admired, you refused to give in though.

"So, you just walk around looking all dolled up to reject every man showing interest." Turning to face him, you took in the change of his demeanor. "I mean yeah, nicely of course." His gaze stayed on you, watching as your body squirmed beneath his eyes. "I don't know how you live like that, especially considering how good it feels." "It's honestly not that hard to keep your legs closed." Your reply was snobbish as if you were above the idea of having sex. "Is it easy or have you just not met a man that makes your hands sweat." "No, I've met my handful of handsome men. I just choose not to partake. I personally have great self-discipline."

Bakugou took your words as a challenge. While you thought it made you look like a dignified and "respectable" woman, Bakugou saw you as a snobby, arrogant, cocky prick. The need to show you that you were no better than those who'd partaken in others grew in his chest as he watched you stick your nose in the air. "What a snotty little bitch you are." He spat the words out, emphasizing the title as you whipped your head to look at him. "What did you just call me?" You didn't care if he was a pro hero or not, you didn't tolerate that kind of name-calling. "You heard me, walking around here like you're better than everyone else. You're just as human as your peers, we've all got desires. I'll be damned if I sit here and let you lie to my face like I'm some dunce. Either you're lying or you really haven't found the right extra to pull those panties to the side and fuck you."

His words were nasty beyond your tolerance. You couldn't help the blood that rushed up your chest, no one had spoken to you like that before. Oddly enough, you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together. The mental battle in your head kept you dazed as you couldn't understand why your body reacted to his words. "Fuckin virgins runnin' around thinking they're better than everyone else until they're dicked down." Your movements didn't go unnoticed by the pro, his eyes easily picked up on the way your thighs rubbed together beneath your sun dress. He let out a low chuckle at this. "See, all it took was a couple of words to get you hot and bothered." Your mouth opened and closed in defense as you looked for words. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

He was tired of your act, ready to humble you back where you belong. His sharp canines showed, and his big hand reached out and rested on your thigh. Blood pooled in the area where his hand sat, you weren't used to being touched by others. His eyes watched your reaction as you did nothing to push his touch away, instead keeping your shocked eyes on his. "What's wrong? Searching for that self-discipline? I've got you red in the face and I haven't even touched you yet." The 'yet' at the end of his sentence had your mind spinning. "Of course you'd let me touch you though, the dumb men in this town could never meet your expectations, right?" His hand began to move as he shifted his body to face yours. "Answer me." He demanded, hand moving to your waist. "N-No that's not it at all." His hand slightly squeezed your thigh causing a soft yelp to fall from your lips. "Give me the right answer." You sighed as his hand moved up to gently cup one of your breasts. You'd never felt a sensation like it, a new feeling of pleasure sending waves down to your core. Your eyes darted down to his hand as he gently messaged your skin. "They could never meet my standards." The reply came out breathy as your body began to crave his.

"Look at you, melting in my touch." As he watched you, his already inflated ego filled the room. Little Miss Untouchable was writhing under the little pleasure he was giving her. "Look at that, I know it feels good. It feels good, doesn't it?" He wanted to break you down and ruin the image you'd created of yourself in your head. Your hot face turned away as you bit down on your bottom lip. "I know you want me to keep going so you'd better open that mouth and answer me." "Yes." The word was all you'd give him as your back arched further into his touch. His hand left your body before you felt yourself be lifted into his lap. Your heart began to beat vigorously as you straddled his hips with your own. "We can't! The guests and my mom and your mom-" "But you want to." The shit-eating grin on his face let you know he had you right where he wanted you. "I need to hear you say it or I can't go further." You sat quietly for a second, weighing your options. On one hand, you weren't sure you wanted to risk your ego for this. On the other, the feeling of his hips between yours was driving you insane.

After weighing your options for a few seconds, you let out a shaky breath. "Just...be quick." "I don't rush shit." Before you could process his words, his lips were on your neck. The sensation was new, nothing like what you'd felt before. His lips were plush and warm as he tickled up your neck. The feeling of his hair brushing your jaw kept you grounded as you instantly melted in his touch. You were fully aware of his hands that rested at your thighs, slowly pushing your bunched dress up your legs. The sound of his lips moving against your skin made you feel dirty like you were committing the greatest act against yourself. Though you felt dirtier because it felt so good.

"Take this dress off." His voice was demanding as he moved back, waiting for you to follow orders. Your fingers reached down and hesitantly tugged the dress from your body. The sight of your pretty pink panty and bra set had Bakugou drooling. "Sure you're a virgin? Or you walk around with these pretty panties on for nothing?" The question was rhetorical, his lips falling against your collarbone. As he riled you up, you could feel an uncomfortable sensation growing between your legs. You could smell yourself through your panties. Embarrassed, you tried to close your thighs around him to no avail. His hands smoothed up your sides and played with your bra clasp before easily unclipping it. A gasp left your lips as you hugged your bra to your chest. His teeth pinched down on the soft skin of your neck as a warning. Loosening your grip, you allowed him to roughly tear the bra from your skin.

You were completely flustered, never have had anyone see you this bare before. "Look at that, high and mighty twenty minutes ago, and bare for me to see now." Before you could get a word out, he had you flipped beneath him on your childhood bed. Your legs lay beside his thighs as he stared down at you hungrily. "Oh gosh," The words flew out your mouth before you could stop them. Bakugou took this as his cue to continue as his lips quickly flew down to suck on your nipple. His other hand worked at the neglected boob as you watched with lustful eyes. The feeling was nothing short of euphoric, sensations traveling down to your drooling virgin pussy. Your head eventually rested on your pillow, allowing you to indulge in the pleasure.

"You like gettin' your titties sucked pretty girl?" His tone was condescending, dripping with arrogance as he teased you. You were too dazed from the simple touch to argue though, letting out an approving hum. His teeth bit down on your nipple enough to make you squeak. "Speak" "Y-yes, I like getting my titties sucked Dynamight." He chuckled at your submission. "Good bitch." You mewled at the name. Him pairing the derogatory name with praise making your back arch your chest into his face. "Dirty virgin, you like getting called a bitch huh?" His hand slowly began traveling down to the waistband of your panties. "Come on y/n, no way you're that worn out already?" His thick fingers moved to your inner thigh, thumb rubbing circles over your skin. He was teasing you, trying to get you to the point of desperation. Oh, what he'd give to hear you beg for his dick. You stayed quiet, concentrating on the way his fingers slowly moved to the damp area on your panties. You bit your lip from embarrassment. "You're sopping, this the self-discipline you were talking about?" You couldn't get an answer out as his fingers finally rubbed softly over your slit. Your pussy fluttered at the feeling, begging for more as your mouth dropped slightly open. He took this as an opportunity to connect lips, tongue pushing inside your mouth as his fingers began rubbing firmly. It was like electricity was sent through your body and straight to your core. You'd never felt anything like it. His fingers worked expertly, riling you up as his mouth worked against yours. The corners of his lips pulled up into a smirk as soft sounds began to escape your lips. He knew he had you.

"How much do you like these panties?" His question barely registered in your head. You let out a confused hum before the sound of a slight explosion and ripped fabric filled your ears. The cold air from your room finally hit your wet and weepy pussy. His fingers immediately found solitude within your folds, brushing up and down before toying around your clit. "Oh my-Dynamight that-" "It's Katsuki." He grunted out as his eyes explored your face. You were so sensitive, trying to grasp the feelings in your body. His sweet but musky scent helped overstimulate you as you relished in his touch. "Cocky little brat thought she was too good for this." His words were mumbled into your lips as his fingers toyed with your excited core.

Soft breaths hummed from your throat as your legs continuously parted for him. Without warning, he plunged his fingers into your sopping sex. "Kats-oh my gosh." The words came out with a gasp as your hands gripped the sheets. "Just preppin you for what's to come." His eyes watched as you swallowed his finger easily. "Fuck, you're so tight. Not sure how I'll fit in here." His words flew over your head as you easily began to see stars. A feeling rose in the pit of your stomach, and you weren't sure how to react. "Wait wait stop something's coming out." The words rushed out your mouth in panic, but your body remained slack as he added a second finger. "Just relax." Was all he muttered as he watched you fall apart from his two fingers. Your face scrunched as your back arched off your bed. Everything felt lighter as you dipped in and out of consciousness. Bakugou's dick got even harder than it already was, watching as you twitched beneath him.

Once your sex stopped gripping him so tightly, he removed his fingers from your core. Eyes lazily hanging open, your heart skipped a beat as he brought his fingers to his mouth. "Mmm, you taste good." Popping his fingers out of his mouth, he pushed them in front of you. You sat confused at first but shyly took his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your arousal mixed with his spit was so dirty, but you couldn't help the soft moan that vibrated your chest. "Don't you?" He asked matter-of-factly as you sucked the remainder of his fingers clean. Ripping his fingers from your mouth, he wasted no time in ripping his top off. Your desperation for him grew as you took in his sculpted figure. His ego rose through the roof as he felt your needy eyes on him. He ignored you though as he continued to take off his pants and boxers. Your mouth fell open at what was previously hidden.

Beneath his six-pack sat a pretty dick. Blonde hair decorated the top area, emphasizing his sharp v-line. "I promise you'll never see a dick like this again. You'll never feel a dick like this again either pretty girl." Grabbing your legs, he yanked you to the bottom of the bed before positioning both of them on his shoulders. "So desperate to suck me in?" He watched your hole clench around nothing, eager to be filled. Your face was hot as you watched the hero position himself between your legs. You were fully bare for him and, shockingly, it turned you on. "Fuck you're so wet." His words were mainly directed at himself as his leaking head began to smear against your folds. The soft hums leaving your lips stirred him further as your hands fidgeted to find something worth gripping. Your mouth stretched wide as your seeping hole did the same, his hot dick began to push slowly inside of you. "Ow I- Gosh Katsuki you're big." The moans began to fill your room as you tried your best to swallow him hole. "You can take it." The sharp pain was slowly overcome by the feeling of intense pleasure. Your tits bounced softly as his balls finally reached your ass. "Squeezin' me so hard, relax." His demanding words did nothing to loosen your grip, his fingers did though. You almost reached your peak instantly when his hand came down to play with your clit again. Once that little hole of yours finally lost a bit of grip, he began slowly but deeply fucking into you. The sensation was even greater than when you were sucking in his fingers. His hands gripped your hips as he bent down and captured your lips in his. The lewd sound of skin on skin filled the room as you allowed yourself to be swallowed up by his presence. When his lips finally left yours, your hand drifted down to your stomach. "I can feel you." His self-restraint snapped at that moment as his hips pulled fully back before snapping into yours. A loud cry left your lips before being muffled by his hand. "You forgot to close your door Miss Self Discipline." He grunted through gritted teeth. The feeling of his pounding into you was driving you off the edge, and quickly. Bakugou could tell you were reaching your high as your muffled cries began falling from your lips consistently. "Let's test that self-discipline." He mumbled before pulling out fully.

You were on the brig of finishing when he pulled out, a loud whine leaving your lips. "Not so hard to keep your legs closed? I guess it shouldn't be too hard to keep yourself from cumming on my dick." He waited a couple seconds for you to come down before shoving back into you. Your mouth dropped open beneath his hand, tongue absentmindedly darting out to wet his palm. His hips snapped to yours with vigor as you lay there and take it. Removing his hand from your mouth, it swiftly gripped your neck, His arm was situated between your breasts as you lazily looked up at him. "Shit y/n." Your name leaving his in a praise of pleasure had your back arching. "Look at you, needy just like the rest of us. It feels good, doesn't it?" His condescending tone made it obvious that he just wanted his ego stroked. You'd happily do that though with him balls deep in your cunt. "Feels so good Katsuki, so good." You sighed, listening to the nasty sounds filling up the room. "I know it does, needy bitch" His hips began rocking into yours faster and harder, and the feeling of him hitting a certain spot inside of you had tears pooling in your eyes.

"You're a snobby little slut, acting like you're better than the rest of us. Aren't you?" He fucked the ego right out of you as you lazily opened your mouth to reply. "Yes." A slap was placed on your thigh. "Give me the right answer." "F-F-Fuck Katsuki. Yes, I'm a snobby little slut." A sinister grin fell on his lips as he began rocking harder into you. Mewls left your mouth before they were swallowed by his lips. You were teetering on edge, and he knew this. His hand fell between your legs again and began toying with your clit. Your bed shook from the weight. Hands moving all over you, his breathing became ragged as soft moans fell from his lips to harmonize with your own. Before you knew it, he had you seeing stars for a second time. You let out a loud moan into his mouth as your body vibrated and twitched under his touch. He didn't let up though, continuing his fast and hard thrusts as he chased his own high. Soon enough, the feeling of something warm spilling inside of you caught your attention. Too fucked out to care though, you swallowed his own moans of ecstasy before feeling him pull out.

Your body was shocked and still, as your eyes opened only slightly. Between your lashes, you could see him get dressed as he read a message from his phone. "Hero duty calls." He spoke to you as he leaned down and placed a hungry kiss on your lips. "You're fucked out, might wanna pull yourself together though. Looks like your mom's event is ending soon." Before leaving, he pulled his phone out and took a photo of your sprawled-out and exhausted body. You could hear him chuckle as he walked to the door and left.

The week went by fast, too fast, you found yourself kissing your mother bye before driving back to your apartment. The memories from your mom's event constantly invaded your mind whenever you were left alone. He'd triggered something inside of you, ruining your self-image. Late at night, you found yourself touching your cunt, trying to mimic the way he fingered you previously. It was never enough though. You started out with the best and now anything less wasn't good enough.

Pulling your suitcase into your apartment, your phone let out a ding. Standing in the doorway, you quickly opened the message from the unknown number and jumped inside. You'd hoped your neighbors didn't see anything on your phone as an image of your fucked out body splayed across your screen. Your cunt glistened from the light as your hands gripped your tits. Your face was flushed as hairs stuck to your cheeks and forehead. Below the image left a text that had you blushing.

Little Miss "It's easy to keep your legs closed"

Little Miss Self Discipline.

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pairing: joel miller x webcam model!f!reader

genre: no outbreak AU, explicit smut (like very explicit), minors dni

word count: 7k

summary: you and joel continue to see one another, no matter the distance. And finally, you two breach the subject of "what are we".

warnings: joel is still bi in this, minor angst in the beginning, live stream sex, piv, messy titjob, dirty talk, possesive!joel, squirting, a hint of jealous joel, good girl/sir, praise kink

a/n: this work was commissioned by the lovely @trauma-dol 💜 thank you so much for commissioning me, I appreciate it lots!

part two of ravish

There are a lot of things you don’t like. The smell of roasted chickpeas, for instance. While others might find it inviting, it's just an odd scent that doesn't sit right with you. Then there's that annoying feeling of needing to pee right after you've gotten all cozy in bed. The list just goes on. You can think of a million things that annoy the heck out of you.

However, waiting for someone that you’ve been eager to see for months to arrive at your doorstep might be the thing you hate the most.

Worry bubbles up within you, and you can't help but sigh as you reach for the phone. Joel was supposed to arrive a good thirty minutes ago.

Excited to see him, you had spent time chopping up an assortment of fresh vegetables – plump tomatoes, vibrant bell peppers sliced into perfect rings, and red onions thinly shaved and ready to caramelize into sweet perfection.

Besides the cutting board, a bowl of freshly shredded mozzarella cheese sits in fluffy mounds, ready to meld and melt into gooey goodness. Fragrant basil leaves are waiting to be scattered over the final creation. The pizza dough had been carefully prepped and now resting.

But alas, there’s still no sign of him.

“Dammit Joel, where are you?”

You knew you should’ve just picked him up from the airport. You should’ve just ignored his protests and gone. New York is a big city; he could’ve gotten himself lost. Or worse, someone might’ve tried to kidnap him, rob him—sure, he’s a big man, but this is New York City.

It had been a hectic month. After you moved back from your family home, the issue of whether or not the relationship should continue had been a hot topic of sorts. For a while, you both decided to embrace the idea of "not putting a label" and simply being together during your visits. However, that proved to be too complicated. Losing yourselves in each other during every visit didn’t really allow for anyone else to come in between.

Not that you were complaining. You really liked Joel and didn’t really have any desire to date anyone else. Joel had enamored you completely. It was hard to keep it casual when all you wanted was him. But clearly, Joel didn’t want anything serious. He was content with how things were.

The thought made your heart sink painfully in your chest.

You tried to visit each other once a month, although most of the time it ended up being once every two months. He still joined your live streams. And when your viewers realized you were more than happy to indulge in JMiller’s requests, they started to get suspicious, commenting and teasing relentlessly. That meant you had to ignore him for a bit, which you hated doing.

You did enjoy the punishments that followed though.

A sudden buzz pulls you away from memory lane. Looking down you see a text from Joel, prompting your smile.

Almost there, honey. You weren’t kidding about the traffic.

“Dork,” you grin. Your head falls back against the back of the couch. You’ve missed him and now that he’ll be here soon makes you all giddy. Dormant butterflies erupt in your chest. Just the thought of him is enough to excite you. For an entire week, Joel Miller is yours. You had planned out everything. Not a minute will be wasted. Not on your watch.

Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock on the door. You practically jump off the couch and run toward the sound. When you open it, you’re breathless, the tiny hairs at the back of your neck standing with attention.

It’s him.

He’s here.

His eyes are tired, the crinkles you love to kiss deepening with his wide smile, “Hey there, sweetheart,” he says. “Miss me?”

You jump towards him and wrap your arms around his neck. You hear the “oomf” that vibrates from his chest as you tug him impossibly close, forcing him to lean over you. Joel’s hands find the dip of your waist, squeezing tenderly, his nose bumps affectionally into the crook of your neck, and heat gathers under your skin.

“God I missed you,” you say, voice trembling. Desperately you hold his face and bring him to your lips. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth, the movement dripping with a need for authority and control. You happily give it to him, opening wide. He sucks the air from your lungs and swallows your moans. Slick gathers between your legs, the fabric of your underwear clinging to your cunt and asking for the stretch of his cock.

Joel guides the roll of your hips, chuckling darkly into your mouth when you desperately rub yourself against the denim. A shudder rolls up your spine. His cock firming under his jeans, “Honey,” he rasps. “Maybe we should close the door first?”

“Why?” you say with a hitch of your breath. You drag your lips down his neck, nip at his racing pulse. “I know the neighbor wouldn’t mind. He watches my streams.”

You’d said it without a second thought, which might’ve been a mistake on your part. His muscles grow rigid under your palms, the heat melting quickly like ice under the hot summer sun. “Is everything okay?” you ask, cupping his cheeks and forcing his gaze up.

His gaze stays on you only for a moment before he drops his eyes to your lips. Your brows furrow at the reaction. His eyes are clear like a sky before a storm. Obviously, he has the question he wants to ask already locked and loaded but refusing to pull the trigger. He lifts his hands, the width of them blanketing yours as he pulls them down.

“Just tired,” he sighs. He’s saved by the loud grumble of his stomach, the tension breaking. “And hungry,” he adds with a crooked smile. You force a smile and ignore the trembling of your bottom lip. Joel’s tone might be playful but it does little in calming your nerves. Moving away, the chill you feel on your skin is instant.

“I prepared most of the ingredients,” you say. “I thought pizza and wine?”

“We’re in the birthplace of the dollar pizza and you made it homemade?”

You giggle at how comically wide his eyes are. “Well forgive me for not wanting to feed you the cheapest thing available,” Joel’s lips touch your temple, warmth blossoming where his mouth brushes against. “And I thought it would be fun.”

“It will,” he murmurs. “I’m not used to bein’ pampered I guess. Only Sarah cares about what goes down my gullet.”

“Hmm I don’t recall saying it was due to the consideration of your health,” you tease, fingers tiptoeing from his arm to his shoulder. He shivers at the touch. “Maybe, I just want to see what these strong hands can do with some dough.”

His mere grin manages to send ripples of pleasure down your spine. Something dark and wicked crosses his face and you let out a shaky sigh. “Brat,” he teases.

With a cat-like grin of your own, you close the door.

Joel stands before the kitchen counter, the soft glow of the overhead light accentuating the contours of his figure. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing sinewy forearms that glisten with a slight sheen of flour. The muscles beneath his sun-kissed skin ripple as he reaches for the dough, his biceps forming a subtle bulge with each purposeful movement.

With a focused expression, he takes the smooth, slightly elastic dough in his hands. The material yields to his touch, supple yet resilient. As his strong fingers sink into the dough's yielding embrace, you can't help but admire the way he handles it. His touch is both firm and gentle, his hands a testament to years of construction work that have endowed him with strength and dexterity.

The dough stretches and folds, responding to his guidance with grace. His hands move with an almost mesmerizing rhythm, kneading and pressing, coaxing the dough into a state of perfection. The occasional wisp of flour dances in the air as he works.

You watch, entranced, as Joel's fingers work their magic. The concentration etched on his face, the way his lips quirk up in a faint smile as he loses himself while doing so makes your heart race.

As he works, you find your own fingers involuntarily tracing the outline of your wine glass.

"Enjoyin' the view, honey?" Joel's voice rumbles, breaking through the silence. You quickly set the wine glass down and begin to babble something in response, your words stumbling over each other. But before you can complete your sentence, Joel grips your wrist, pulling you toward him. Your back is flush against his solid chest.

His scent of pine and undeniable masculinity, surrounds you, intoxicating your senses as effectively as the wine you had been sipping. The shift in the atmosphere is palpable, charged with an electricity that sends shivers down your spine.

Joel's hands find yours, and he guides them to rest above the dough, his touch sending a jolt of awareness through you. “I’m the guest why the hell am I doin’ all the work?” His fingers intertwine with yours, his calloused skin brushing against your more delicate touch. Your heart beats in sync with the rhythm of his kneading.

Kneading the dough together, you feel a growing pressure against your lower back. It takes a moment for you to realize – his erection, firm and unmistakable, pressing against you. The realization sends a rush of heat to your cheeks, and your breath catches in your throat.

His hand drops to your waist, guiding the grind of your hips. You feel him as the dress you’re wearing dips between your asscheeks, clothed cock parting the two gently. A soft growl rumbles in his chest, the tremble of it felt against your back. Your focus has shifted. The dough forgotten entirely.

“You’re makin’ cookin’ really hard, sweetheart.”

You manage a breathless chuckle, "Oh, and whose fault might that be, Mr. Master Dough Kneader?"

He snarls into your ear, hot breath causing goosebumps. “You really are bein’ a brat today. Is there a special occasion for that?”

Honestly, being a brat really wasn’t your objective. It just. . . sorta came out. You reveled when Joel took control, be it face-to-face or during streams. There’s always something primal lingering under his touches, his words. You roll your hips, cutting his breath short, you feel the length of him being dragged down between the plump flesh of your ass.

“I just want to make you happy,” you say surprisingly soft. When you attempt to rub against him once more, he stops you, both hands now on your waist, squeezing you in warning.

“You do make me happy,” he breathes out. His voice is deep, slivering down your back. Heat pools between your legs and you lean into his warmth. “Why would you say that?”

“Forget it,” You hadn’t expected him to take it so seriously. Worry begins to inflate your chest, heat rising to the tips of your ears and making you short of sight. You attempt to reach for the tomato sauce, making sure to drag the plumpness of your behind against the heft of his cock in order to eradicate the moment. You don’t want him to think too much about it. Or decide that what you have—whatever it is—isn’t worth it.

The pads of your fingers brush against the smooth surface of the bowl but you can’t reach it. Not quite. Joel turns you over, hands between your waist and the sharp edge of the counter. Frustrated, you fill your cheeks with air and shoot him a glare. “Seriously, it’s nothing, Joel.”

“No it ain’t,” he snaps silently. “Why would you stress about makin’ me happy?”

He scoffs at your silence, “What? You think I’m just passin’ the time by comin’ here? That if it’s not worth my time I’ll just leave?” he asks, baffled. Your gaze drops to the granite floor, bottom lip sucked between your teeth. Joel’s eyes go wide, bushy eyebrows almost touching his hairline. “Wait you actually think that?”

You remain silent.

“Sweetheart. . .” he shakes his head and pinches your chin, pulling your gaze back up. He looks concerned. Remorseful. You try not to think about your pulse skyrocketing under your skin, try to ignore the skip of your heart. “You really think I’m that shallow?”

“No,” you answer suddenly, the need to defend him to himself burrowing in your chest. “It’s not that. I just. . . I don’t know. I’m confused I guess.”

“‘bout what?”

His thumb draws slow circles on your cheek, you close your eyes, heart and chest suddenly light as air. You could float if you had the capability. You nuzzle his hand like a hurt animal, begging for more of his touch.

“I really really like you, you know.”

“I really like you too, honey,” you ignore the way his words and smile make your skin prickle with delight. “But that doesn’t really answer my question.”

You sigh, you’re stuck between the constant worry and the comfort he’s providing. Despite being known as a chatterbox, you’re having trouble finding the words.

“I know that me streaming isn’t. . . conventional but I’m not seeing anyone else. I don’t even do private streams anymore,” your eyes flit between his eyes, trying to get a read of whiskey-colored eyes. Fear coats your tongue upon noticing his lips are a thin line—definitely not a good sign. “And well. . . I don’t plan on seeing anyone else either because. . .”

You melt in relief when his lips finally crack into a small smile, “Because you really really like me?”

“Precisely,” you say a bit loud and excited. “And of course, I don’t want you to feel pressure but. . . are you seeing anyone?” you clear your throat. “B—Besides me, that is.”

“Well. . . sometimes I watch CammingBravo when he’s streamin’.”

“Joel!” you huff out a laugh and playfully smack his chest. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Adoration dots over his face, the corner of his eyes wrinkling with his smile. You love it when he teases you. Love it even more when he just stares at you with blatant amusement. The expression doesn’t linger long though. Like a small flame under rain, it sizzles out, his demeanor changing suddenly.

His brows furrow, a crease you so desperately want to kiss away forming between them. Joel’s jaw ticks, the muscle above it twitching. He inches closer until your foreheads are pressed together, snug. Your heart is beating with rapid thumps, your breath caught in your throat.

“I’m not seein’ anyone else either,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “And I’m not planin’ on seein’ anyone else either.”

“R-Really?”

He nods, “I want you, sweetheart. Completely. I don’t care what you do on your streams as long as you’re mine when the camera shuts off.”

Your smile is instantaneous. It’s not like you planned on streaming for the rest of your life, arrangements could be made to make him more comfortable. And you had stopped collabing with Dieter ever since Joel came into the picture—though, now that you knew Joel watched the fallen-from-grace actor’s streams. . . you were getting ideas.

Joel nudges you with the tip of his nose, smiling, yet still hesitant, “Say somethin’ will you?”

“So, we both want to be exclusive?” you grin. “That’s what you’re saying?”

“Reckon, I am,” he answers with a snort. He parts his lips to say more but you beat him to it, covering his mouth with your own. The kiss is long and sweet. It feels like a first kiss in a way, even though you have kissed Joel many many times before.

“Come on now, let’s get these ready and pop them into the oven,” his grin is wide as he pinches your ass, you jump with a yelp and he laughs. When you fix him a half-hearted glare, he only winks. The simple action makes your insides clench. “I’m starvin’.”

The next day, you take Joel to your favorite coffee shop. They make the best bagel sandwiches and you’re eager for him to try them out. He gets the classic bacon, egg, and cheese, and you order the avocado BLT. You offer to pay, but Joel being Joel, he quickly distracts you by dragging his lips from your temple to your cheek, swiftly taking out his wallet.

You give him a look of pure betrayal. If you were wearing pearls, you’d be clutching them by now. “Joel Miller,” you say, aghast. “How dare you use your charm for evil?”

His laughter fills the air as he hands his credit card to the barista, his broad chest rising and falling with each boisterous sound. Your lips twitch into a smile as he cups your waist, pulling you close. His lips touch your ear and heat warms your cheeks. “Sorry, honey. I can’t always use my powers for good.”

All you can manage is a short nod. Your senses narrow on the way his breath ghosts your skin, warm and soft like a summer breeze. For a second you forget about the bagels and the coffee shop, all you can think of is him; his body, his voice, his scent—arousal pulses between your legs. If you were positive the two of you wouldn’t get arrested for public indecency, you’d let him take you against this very counter for everyone to see.

“Come on now,” he teases, reading your expression easily. “I got the goods, let’s find ourselves a good table.”

Alas, he really was holding a tray in his hands. You have no idea when the barista finished making your order. Either you’d been fantasizing for too long or you had one hell of a barista.

The two of you stand awkwardly in the middle of the coffee shop and look around. You notice a couple of people staring you down, their gazes fixed on you, some of them even being bold enough to do the old-fashioned up-and-down. You quickly divert your gaze and point toward a table right next to the large windows. Frankly, you’re used to the staring. They rarely came up to you since no one wanted to be the one known for enjoying porn. Especially in public. Most of the time they’re harmless.

Walking towards your table, you cheat a glance at Joel. If he did notice the looks, he didn't say anything. He made no indication of discomfort or anything of the sort. Relief sprinkles over you, maybe the looks weren’t as obvious as you initially had thought.

Joel took a seat and you sat across from him, he shot you a look before reaching for his black coffee, “Everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah,” you clear your throat, trying to keep your nerves in check. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Just as he opens his mouth, you notice someone approaching in your peripheral. You hold your breath, eyes dropping to the bagels. The person, whoever it was, just stands at the end of the table. You feel the stranger’s eyes eating you up. Fuck, of all the times why now?

“May we help you?” you hear Joel say, his tone the complete opposite of his words. When you look up at him from between your lashes, he’s staring at the stranger, the look dancing on the line of being a full-on glare. You take a slow breath and turn.

It’s a young-ish man with blonde hair and brown eyes. Your first expression of him is that he seems kind. He doesn’t acknowledge Joel’s presence at all which you find impressive. Even across from him, you can feel the heat of his stare.

“Hi,” the man says kindly. “S-Sorry to bother you but are you Honeysuckle? On Ravish?”

Joel visibly bristles at that. And, despite your better judgment, it turns you on.

“Yup, that’s me,” you let out an awkward chuckle. He extends a hand and you quickly take it, wanting this to be done as soon as possible.

“I love your streams!”

“Thank you,” you smile with tight lips. “I appreciate your support.”

“Can I get a picture?”

Briefly, your gaze flits to Joel, a shadow crosses his face, eyes dark in warning. Your breath hitches a bit, skin prickling, some part of you wishes the hardened gaze was directed at you instead.

You turn back to the man, “Sorry I don’t do pictures,” he seems visibly heartbroken by that so you quickly add. “But I can give you an autograph if it’s all the same to you.”

Oh god, you hate when you have to put it like that. It makes you sound so full of yourself. You’re not a movie star.

His eyes sparkle, “Thank you!” he pulls out a small notebook and hands it to you. “Can you make it out for Alex?”

“Sure.” you quickly sign your name—well, not your name name but your stream name; Honeysuckle. You add a little heart next to the name and return the notebook.

“Thank you!” he repeats, his genuine glee spreading in the air and caressing your skin. Your stomach does a small somersault as he walks away, clutching the notebook close to his chest.

“Well, at least he was nice about it,” Joel grunts, finally taking a sip of his coffee. You’re not sure what to take from his response, or expression for that matter. Is he mad? You don’t think he is. You nearly jump out of your skin when his focused gaze suddenly snaps to you. “You alright?”

“U-Uh, yeah,” you wave your hand in dismissal. “This kinda stuff happens. Most of the time they don’t say hi though.”

“So they just stare at you like a piece of meat?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” your voice is uncaring. Honestly, you’re used to it by now. It’s not like you had the most respectable job, at least, not according to most people. You can only imagine the comments you would get if you had Instagram, or if Ravish didn’t have a tight-proof system that allowed you to ban people on sight. You reach for your sandwich and take a bite, you chew slowly.

Joel snarls, “Assholes.”

“I was hoping you didn’t notice,” you smile around your second bite. He seems almost offended by what you said, crossing his arms over the expanse of his chest.

“Of course I did,” he huffed. “And why wouldn’t you want me to notice?”

“I don’t know,” you truly didn’t. “I guess I didn’t want any hiccups to happen right after we decided to be. . . exclusive.”

“Honey. . .” he gives you the tiniest smile, eyes full of care. “Don’t worry, people starin’ ain’t gonna get me packin’. Don’t you. . . don’t you know my feelings run deeper than that?”

Joel's words hang in the air, his gaze searching your eyes for any sign of reassurance. The last thing you ever wanted was to make him feel like he was the source of your worry, the reason for your unease. Yet, here he was, looking like he believed he was to blame for your discomfort.

You lower your gaze to your sandwich, suddenly feeling a weight on your chest that has nothing to do with the bagel. It's not that you doubt his feelings for you, but you've carried the weight of your own insecurities for years, and it's hard to let go of them all at once.

Tears threaten to well up, and you quickly blink them away, not wanting to appear vulnerable in the middle of the coffee shop. You take another bite of your sandwich, chewing mechanically as you try to compose yourself. The flavors of avocado and bacon mix on your tongue, but they seem tasteless compared to the swirl of emotions within you.

Joel's hand finds yours on the table, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles. When you finally muster the courage to meet his gaze, you're met with eyes that hold a storm of emotions. Concern, understanding, and a vulnerability that mirrors your own.

"You're not alone in this, you know?" he murmurs.

You let out a shaky breath. You're not used to showing this side of yourself, not after so many years of self-preservation and guarding your heart and yourself.

"I guess I’m still not used to this yet" you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not your fault at all, it’s just been so long since I’ve been with anyone. . . emotionally. I'm sorry if I made you feel responsible."

He leans across the table, his warm hand cradling your cheek. His touch is gentle, his thumb caressing your skin. "I get it, sweetheart. And you don’t need to apologize. We’re the same in that aspect, I haven’t been with anyone for a long time either. Just. . . know that I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll figure this out together."

You lean into his hand, you’re feeling lighter already.

Joel's lips curve into a tender smile, and he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Besides," he mutters, sitting back. “I don’t run away from what’s mine.”

Mine.

One simple word. A noun of all things, is what makes you melt in your seat. It’s sobering. Waking you in a way that no amount of coffee ever could. Mine. He said that. You heard the possessive lilt laced with the word, almost daring you to object. You nearly do if you’re honest, shadows dance in his eyes, draw you in like a bunny rabbit sniffing a tempting trap. You want to take the bate. Sink your teeth into that carrot to see how he’ll react, the things he’ll do to prove just how true his words were.

Instead, you clench your thighs together and propose something else instead.

“Let me prove to you that I’m yours then,” you say. Eagerness caused Joel's eyes to widen, his jaw betraying his emotions with a subtle twitch. “In fact, let’s show the world.”

No matter how vivid your imagination was, no matter how long you prepared and checked the equipment over and over again, nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared you for Joel walking through your bedroom door.

You had picked out a form-fitting black button-up shirt for him to wear. The fabric hugged his biceps, the seams barely holding on. The shirt stretched over the expanse of his chest, the buttons doing a better job compared to the seams in holding everything together. However, you were certain if he stretched even a little, the shirt would rip with a satisfying pop.

That isn't all, though. Your eyes move up from the shirt, your gaze tracing the lines of his body until they land on the striking green mask he's wearing.

The mask is a deep shade of forest green, with intricate gold detailing that seems to dance in the light. Swirls and patterns weave across the surface, accentuating the gilded flakes in his eyes.

His brown eyes peer out from behind the mask, a slight awkwardness to his gaze that seems to lessen with the hunger of your stare. The contrast between the vibrant green and the warmth of his gaze draws you in like a moth to a flame. The mask frames his face perfectly, showcasing his strong jawline and the facial hair that clings to his skin.

"I feel dumb," he mutters, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. “Isn’t there a way you can just make it so that my face is out of frame?”

The mask had been his idea, he didn’t want to be recognized—rightfully so— and since he still wanted to stream. . . he bought himself a mask.

Too bad he doesn’t realize the effect it has on you. Only if he could feel how wet you were for him, that’ll surely put him in a better mood.

“Not really, we are going to be moving after all,” you answer. His gaze drops. “Joel, you look devastatingly hot right now.”

His ears perk at that, eyes lifting to meet yours instantly. “Really?”

"Come here," you manage to murmur, your voice laced with a mix of playfulness and longing. He obeys without hesitation, closing the distance between you in a matter of heartbeats. His hand reaches out, fingers curling beneath your chin as he tilts your head up. His eyes, those deep pools of honey, lock onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath away.

"Tell me," he whispers, his thumb brushing lightly over your lower lip. "What's on your mind?"

You swallow, your words catching in your throat for a moment before you manage to answer, your voice barely more than a breath. "You... the mask... everything. I can’t wait to feel you deep inside. Can’t wait for you to ruin me for everyone to see."

His lips curve into a smile, and he leans in, his breath mingling with yours as he murmurs against your lips, "Oh, don’t worry. I don’t plan on leavin’ an inch of you not clingin’ with my come, darlin’.”

Oh, fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Your lips part with a soft gasp and he slips his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue eagerly laps at his thumb, drawing circles, begging for him to press deeper. Heat radiates off of him, suffocating you in the best way possible. Your eyes drop to his crotch, the outline of his cock visible despite the dark blue denim.

Joel grins and shifts his hips closer, teasing you with a promise of more. You close your lips around his thumb and swallow. You’re in a trance. Body and soul bewitched by his presence. Your breasts feel full and heavy, nipples tingling.

“Go and start the stream, honey.”

Tingles. All you feel are tingles as you get up and desperately head toward your setup. Your legs are shaking. His eyes burning holes into your bare back. A second later his palm is on your ass, stroking the plump flesh and teasing the elastic of your panties. You sigh, the fabric sticking to your folds.

With practiced efficiency, you start up the stream, the familiar hum of your equipment filling the room. Almost immediately, comments begin flooding in, your "hive" eagerly joining the live broadcast. The chat scrolls rapidly, filled with excited greetings and bee-themed emojis, a testament to the unique community you've cultivated.

"Hey there, my busy bees!" you greet, your voice filled with enthusiasm. "I hope you're all buzzing with excitement, because tonight we've got a special guest joining us."

You let a mischievous smile tug at the corner of your lips as your eyes flicker to the monitor. There he is, Joel, standing just behind you, his presence towering and captivating even though his head isn't visible on screen. The comments explode with excitement, the chat inundated with messages about how good he looks, how lucky you are, and playful exclamations about your "hunk of a guest” and how they can’t wait for him to “pump you full of his come”. A bit crass, but you can’t say you disagree.

You continue, "But first, let's give a warm welcome to our newbies! Welcome to the hive, where we celebrate all things sweet and sticky." you wink at the camera and bend slightly over, wiggling your ass. Joel doesn’t waste any time moving directly behind you, hands on your waist as he pushes forward, making you feel the heft of his cock between your cheeks. A small moan escapes you, breasts swaying with his shallow grinds.

“And now, without further ado,” you say breathless. “Let’s start the show. Our guest is an impatient one,” you hear Joel scoff behind you, the voice making your pussy bottom out. “Am I wrong, sir?”

His nails bite into your flesh, showing you just how much he enjoys being called that. You smile as you stand up, giving one last look to the monitor to check everything is in place, you face Joel. You lean closer for a kiss, hoping that it’ll soothe his nerves. He must be nervous.

But before you can close the distance, he grabs your chin and pushes you back, just proving how wrong you are. Your eyes widen, the pressure he applies to hallow your cheeks emptying the oxygen in your lungs. “Not so fast,” he grunts. “On your knees, honey. Only good girls get kisses.”

Your insides pulse with a vicious throb. His voice takes on a tone you've never quite heard before. It's deep, a resonant rumble that seems to vibrate through the very core of your being. His voice, deep and resonant, like thunder during a storm and wraps around you like a velvet cloak, warming you. As you slowly sink to your knees, your pulse quickens in response.

A desperate, hushed rustling fills the room as a zipper is lowered and briefly, you steal a quick glance at the streaming setup, ensuring that everything continues to run smoothly. Joel’s head is still out of view, which you regret because you want everyone to see how good he looks in his mask—

His touch is a sudden and deliberate pull, “Eyes on me,” he growls, the bulbous head of his cock pressing against your lips. His fingers are wrapped around his impressive length, and instead of notching the head between your lips, he smacks your parted lips with it. A drop of precome stains your bottom lip, a string of it following the tip as he holds it above your face. Your eyes are glued to the masked figure above you. Despite the tone and the roughness, they’re just pools of soft honey, internally searching your face for any discomfort.

Joel begins to stroke himself and with a heavy gaze, you part your lips wider and stick your tongue out for him to use you however he pleases.

His dark chuckle makes your skin prickle with need. You come closer, dragging your tongue between his balls, nuzzling him sweetly. Joel curses above you and grips your shoulder, holding you back.

“Sir, please,” you gasp, attempting to get close but his hand keeps you at a small distance.

He doesn’t acknowledge your pleas, “Push those pretty tits together, sweetheart.”

Desperate and dripping, you press them together with your arms. His cock comes from under, the head piercing your tits as it pushes from between them. Joel hooks his thumb in your mouth and you obediently suck around the digit as he begins to thrust. Neither of you breaks eye contact.

Joel pushes himself further into you, driving his hips forward. His cock slides between your tits, filling your already open mouth with vigor as he rocks in and out of your ample cleavage. You moan around his thumb, the warmth of his precum dripping over your tongue.

Your body rocks with each stroke, the pleasure radiating through your chest with each thrust. Your nipples throb with arousal, hard like diamonds, as he slams his rigid cock into your tits. Sweat beads on his forehead and he grits his teeth, “Keep them together,” he grunts as he pulls out, with the head, he smears drops of himself over your heated skin.

Your eyes roll back at how possessive it is, the fact that everyone is watching already forgotten. “Good,” he says, pleased. He pulls away his thumb and drags it over your bottom lip. “You’re already so dumb for my cock, aren’t you. Eager to show your viewers how badly you want to be good for me hmm?”

God, the tremors in his voice, that southern drawl. He’s going to be the death of you.

“Y-Yeah,” you pant, chest heaving. Ignoring the ache it causes in the back of your neck, you lean forward and manage to taste him on your skin. You moan as your eyes flutter closed, your own breath warm against you. “Want to be your good girl again, sir.”

He pulls away from you completely, heading towards the bed. You stare at him blearily as he takes a seat, only coming to your senses when he hits his thigh, gesturing you to come over.

Just as you’re about to sit, he stops you, clicking his tongue while lifting a hand. “First strip, darlin’. Turn to the camera,” you don’t miss the way he smiles as you turn on shaky legs, staring directly into the lens. “Have you already forgotten how to stream? My poor sweet dumb girl.”

His words send you into a haze of submission. Needles stinging your back, you peel off your panties and bra, dropping them to the floor. “Good,” he hums. “Now sit on my lap, spread those legs so they can see how wet you got just from gettin’ her tits fucked.”

Joel scoots further back and gives you space on the bed to place your feet. With heavy lids, you spread yourself for him—and the people who’re watching at home. Your front facing the camera. To expose yourself in such a way, it’s different compared to what you normally do. You have fun with Dieter but it’s never like this, never as intense. A shaky breath escapes you when Joel places a hand on the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs further apart. He’s staring at you through the monitor, jaw slack. Meanwhile, you’re just happy people can see his mask, those brown eyes.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he mutters, his role forgotten. “Look at you. Fuck,” his lips touch your ear, whispering the rest of the words so it’s only you that can hear. “You never stopped bein’ my good girl. Just sayin’.”

Your vision blurs with tears and you nod, his lips now on your cheek. He drags his mouth to your forehead and lays another kiss. “Now let’s give them a show.”

Joel cups your ass as he helps you lift yourself, aligning himself against your sopping core, he slowly lowers you, filling you inch by inch. Your head falls back, mouth agape, you’ve forgotten how big he is, how satisfying it is to take him so slowly. His breath is hot on your nape. “That’s it,” he purrs. “Just like that, show them how good you take cock, honey.”

“‘S big,” you slur. “S–So big, sir.”

He shushes you, lips moving over your cheek. “I know, honey I know,” he licks the salt off your skin. “But you’re my good girl, aren’t you? You can take it.”

Joel rears up, slowly pushing himself into you. His hands guide your hips to the right angle to let him slide deeper, your soft cries echoing through the air.

“I am,” you gasp, delirious, his cock completely sheathed inside. “I am. I–I’m your good girl.”

You twist around, straddling Joel as he takes both your hands and draws you close. His lips crash against yours, and you moan into his mouth as you grind your hips against him. Heaven help you, how can you take him like this with an audience? Images of all the people watching on your live stream dance in your mind, but it makes it all the hotter.

Your body rocks up and down as you ride him, your inner walls clenching around him. You’re panting and moaning, your body shaking as you pump harder. You feel Joel shift beneath you, his grip tightening as you take him even deeper, arching your back and pushing your breasts out. You can feel his eyes on you, as well as the eyes of the viewers watching you live stream. His cock glistens with your slick, every time you lift yourself, the light catches against it, everyone watching seeing how worked up Joel gets you.

You can feel Joel's warmth radiating throughout your body as he slides back and forth, gaining momentum as he thrusts harder. You stifle a moan, your eyes fluttering as pleasure overcomes you, your head humming with pleasure. Your body starts to slow, your muscles aching and trembling.

Suddenly Joel grips your waist, fingertips leaving dents in your flesh. He growls in your ear, drops of spit hitting your neck. “Who told you to slow down?” he pulls your body against him, forcing himself deeper into you. Every inch of you is shaking as Joel's hips slam against yours. His fingers find your clit, drawing gentle, quick circles around the sensitive nub. You cry out, clenching around him. “Look into the camera,” he groans. “Want them to see your fucked out gaze when I make you squirt.”

Your hands find purchase above his knees, the coil in your stomach tight, it’s too much. Too fucking much. Your head is swimming in a lavender haze, and before you know it, your cunt is pulsing around him, gushing and slowing his thrusts. You hear the faint pitter patters of a rain-like sound.

You barely register the liquid spraying from you, your body hot and burning while Joel’s fingers continue to move. Your drip down his length and down the inside of his thighs, and he rips another, albeit calmer, orgasm from you.

“Shiiiiiit,” he drawls. “Shit shit, honey, fuck, don’t move—” he makes a choked-out sound and spears you down flush on his cock. The sounds you make are completely debauched. A series of sir’s dropping from your lips, tongue aching to moan his name. You feel him spilling inside, so much, you think, so much of it filling you up. He’s still throbbing when he pulls out, gripping himself and ringing the last of it over your glistening cunt, drowning it in come.

“Oh fuck,” you murmur as he pushes it back in with the head of his length, you shudder around him. “So full,” you say, eyes dropping where you two connect through the reflection in the monitor.

“Not done,” he mutters and helps you lift yourself over him, cock slowly softening. “Push it out darlin’. Show them how much there is to keep you satisfied.”

“F-Fuck,” you let out a whimper, eyelids fluttering as his seed trickles out of you and drips over his length. You feel faint of heart, this probably being one of the filthiest things you’ve done on camera.

“Good girl,” he says, eyes glued to the camera. “My good girl,” he repeats, cupping your mound and slipping one finger inside with ease.

Joel gently lays you down on the bed, your body too weak to do anything. He walks up to the stream set up, his eyes flashing toward the camera one last time. “See y’all next time.” he taunts before shutting the entire thing off.

He throws the mask to the ground near your discarded clothes.

You don’t know what to think when he climbs onto the bed, mattress dipping with his weight before he pulls you to his chest. He kisses you slowly, taking his time as he tastes you. “Sorry,” he whispers into your mouth. “I think I might’ve gone overboard.”

“No,” you sigh dreamily, still in a haze. “That was perfect. I—I don’t think I can walk for a while.”

You let out a low chuckle and he smiles, pressing his lips into your forehead.

“Well, good thing I’m here then.”

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Hi, I would love to request a Joel fic. I love your work and appreciate all of the effort you put into your work.

I’d love something where reader and Joel have always tried to keep their distance from each other because they don’t want to get emotionally attached. But one night they’re drinking alone and reader kind of confesses her feelings without thinking. And Joel doesn’t really know how to respond.

So the next morning he acts like he doesn’t remember because he’s afraid to be with someone. And it hurts reader’s feelings, but she just doesn’t bring it up.

Until one evening they’re on a run together and they stay in a safe house for the night and reader can’t distract herself anymore and she confronts him. Maybe it turns into a passionate fight where he admits he remembered but was too scared to say how he felt.

Maybe ending with some steamy smut with a soft ending? I love a good pining/angst/smut combo and I think you’d absolutely kill this. Of course no pressure if you’re not into it! Thank you for doing what you do and I hope you have a lovely day!

Thank you so much you’re so sweet 🥹🥰 Absolutely loved this request. I changed it up just slightly but I hope you enjoy 😉

Trying Not To Love You

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, mutual pining, oral (female receiving), hidden feelings, confessions, flirting, jealousy, little bit of angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

You were feeling the light buzz from the alcohol tickle beneath the surface of your skin, the whiskey warming you from the inside out as it slid smoothly down your throat. As soon as Tommy had left the tipsy bison, Joel had cracked open the good stuff.

It was a rare occasion that you’d both get this time alone, especially since arriving back at Jackson a few months ago. You were both either out on patrol or too tired to do anything other than sleep.

“I still can’t believe this is our life now,” you say as you sit at the bar sipping on your drink. Joel hums in agreement, shifting on his stool so he’s facing you.

“Feels too good to be true, doesn’t it? Doesn't seem right neither, us here livin’ a normal life while the world is gone to shit.” You can feel his eyes on you as he speaks and god the sound of his voice - that deep southern drawl that gets more prominent when he drinks - stirs something in you.

“I know what you mean but we’ve earned it Joel. All the shit we’ve been through, this is what we deserve.”

“I guess. Just makes me on edge knowing it could all be gone in the blink of an eye.” He downs his drink and leans across the bar to pour himself another.

You use the opportunity to take him in. The way his hair has grown slightly longer, curling at the ends, a significantly more amount of grey littering his dark locks since Boston. The stretch of his plaid shirt across his broad back and shoulders. The sun kissed skin that peeks out from under his shirt at his neck.

Your gaze drifts to his hands and the way the bottle seems so small in comparison. You shiver at the memory of how those very hands gripped your hips last night as he drove into you from behind.

“God, I love you,” you whisper, freezing when you see the way his shoulders tense. Fuck! I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

You were never supposed to feel like this. Weren’t supposed to fall in love. Sure, you both enjoyed each other’s company and fucked when the need arose but that’s as far as it went. You both tried to keep it simple. No living together. No feelings. Just casual. It was easier that way because you had nothing to lose then. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

“I - I, you….” He stammers as he pours himself more whiskey before turning to you with a wry smile and topping yours up too. “Ellie seems to be settling in just fine,” he stated, quickly changing the subject, his eyes avoiding your gaze at all costs.

“Yeah,” you coughed, the whiskey getting caught with your breath. “She’s eh - she’s made some friends. It’s nice, seeing her happy.”

Joel didn’t say much after that, just nodding his head or humming in agreement and when the bottle was gone, you both got up to leave. “G’night.” He muttered as he turned away from you and walked towards his house.

“Night,” you whisper as you wait for him to disappear inside before letting out a sigh and making your way home. Why did you have to fall in love with him?

***

The following morning you had patrol bright and early and as you made your way towards the main gate, you caught a glimpse of Joel standing off to the side having a very animated conversation with Julie.

Of course, she’s with him. She’d been smitten with Joel since you all arrived in Jackson. You weren’t in the mood for this today. You weren’t in the mood for her today. You didn’t get much sleep last night, unable to get what you’d said out of your head. Why didn’t he say anything? Does he not feel the same? Did he even hear me?

You’d planned to address it this morning and clear the air, not wanting to make things awkward between you both. So, taking a deep breath, you sidle up beside him not missing the glare Julie sends your way as you gently touch his arm, drawing his attention to you.

“Hey,” you smile softly at him and his face morphs into that scowl you’ve come to love. “Can I have a word?”

Joel nods before turning back to Julie and saying that he would see her later. “Somethin’ wrong, darlin’?”

God, I love when he calls me that.

“I just wanted to talk about last night. What I said…I…” Joel furrows his brows as he leans against the fence. “Darlin, I’m ashamed to say, I don’t remember much bout last night. That was some strong whiskey,” he laughs, his eyes meeting yours briefly as he looks around at the others gathering at the gate.

“Oh! Okay. Umm, then never mind I guess.” You feel as if you’ve been stabbed in the gut as your stomach twists into knots. He doesn’t even fucking remeber. Of course, he doesn’t.

“Come on. Best get goin’, we want to be back before nightfall.” Joel pushes off the fence and walks towards the main gate, not bothering to throw you a backward glance as he makes his way out of the town.

Your heart aches, feeling almost like you’ve been rejected but at least this meant that you could both carry on as if nothing happened. Right?

***

Her laugh was shrill as she looked down at her feet, twirling that strand of hair between her fingers as she walked beside Joel.

You roll your eyes for the third time and huff loudly as you watch her flirt with him. The man was oblivious. Alway has been, never believing you or Ellie when you say that someone was flirting with him.

“You and him have a fight?” Tommy asks as he jogs up beside you, trying to keep up the pace. “Hmm?” You mutter as you keep your gaze focused on the man in front of you. The smile he has plastered across his face makes you nauseous.

“You two are usually joined at the hip. He never leaves your side and now he’s up there with….”

“Miss Jackson 2023.” Your tone is clipped and the scowl on your face deepens. Tommy bursts into laughter causing Joel and Julie to turn their gaze in your direction.

“Who pissed in your cereal this mornin?” Tommy asked, a wide smile on his face as he nudged your shoulder. You let your gaze drift from Joel to Tommy and you can’t help but let out a little chuckle.

“M’sorry. Just didn’t sleep much last night. Me and Joel are…we’re good.” Tommy hummed as he let his eyes drift between you and his brother, not missing the way Joel’s gaze lingered on you.

“If you say so. Come on,” he states as he pushes forward, leaving you trailing behind. “Fucking Millers,” you mutter under your breath as you jog after him.

Later that night, you waited for Joel in your dining room. Dinner was waiting on the stove to be heated as soon as he came but as the hours ticked by, you began to realise he wasn’t coming.

That ache in your chest that you had earlier when you saw him smiling at Julie began to creep in again. Where was he? He always came for dinner on Friday night. It had become somewhat of a tradition since living in Jackson. You’d both have dinner here and then somehow find yourself in your bed, wrapped in each other's arms.

The voice in your head told you to go to the Tipsy Bison and see if he was there with her, but with a sigh, you turn out your lights and have an early night.

Maybe he’ll come here tomorrow?

***

He didn’t show Saturday either. Or Sunday and when Monday rolled around, you’d gone from feeling sorry for yourself to downright angry.

What the fuck was he playing at? Why was he being so distant?

Grabbing your bag, you throw it over your shoulders and make your way down the street to the main gate. Tommy had come by the day before to ask if you’d be willing to make a special run for medical supplies to which you happily agreed, as long as it wasn’t with Joel.

Fixing your knife into your belt, you’re startled when you hear that familiar southern drawl. “Hope you brought your gun too, darlin?” Joel stood to the side of the gate with Tommy.

Both Miller brother’s gaze were fixed on you but yours was only focused on Tommy, who you greeted with a scowl.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask as your eyes drift back to Joel, that ache in your chest returning with a vengeance.

“I told ya before, I don’t feel comfortable with you going on runs without me.” He’s staring at you, but his face gives nothing away which only serves to anger you more.

“I don’t need no damn babysitter, Joel. I can handle it. Besides, Jason was gonna be tagging along.” You stood with your hands crossed across your chest, eyes narrowed as you snarked at him.

“Never said you needed a babysitter. I know you’re more than capable of handlin things, but you know I ain’t ever able to sit still when you head out without me.”

“Surprised you’d even notice,” you muttered under your breath. “Fine. If you’re insisting on coming, then let’s head out. I wanna be home before dark.” You turn with a finger pointed to Tommy. “You. I’m gonna be having a word with you when I get back.”

You turn and march off leaving both Miller men staring after you. “Good luck with that,” Tommy says, clapping his big brother on the back. Joel scoffs as he turns to follow you.

***

You could cut the awkward tension with a knife and every time you snuck a glance at Joel, you found him already staring at you. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“I think we’ve got pretty much everything on the list, we should start making our way back.” You state as you turn away from the shelf, stuffing the antibiotics into your bag.

Joel’s keeping watch, his gaze fixed out the window and gun cocked, and you can’t help but admire him. No. You gotta stop this. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath before closing the gap between you.

He startles when you gently place your hand on his arm. “Did you hear me? We’ve got everything we need.” His gaze holds your own for a moment and you wish he felt the same way you did.

Clearing his throat, he steps back slightly, your hand falling away from him, and you pull it towards your chest before swallowing the lump in your throat.

He steps around you and opens the door slowly, scanning the area before ushering you outside. You’re both halfway down the street when you make out distant voices.

“Fuck.” He curses as his head moves toward the sound. Five men emerge from the tree line and he grabs you by the arm and pulls you along behind him.

“Joel,” you say nervously as he continues to pull you along. His grip getting tighter on your arm and hurting you. “What - what are we gonna do? They’re blocking the way home.”

He doesn’t answer. He just continues to move through the small town quickly as he tries to get you both to safety. He turns abruptly and you gasp.

“Tommy has a safe house nearby. We’re gonna have to stay the night and wait it out.” His face is stern, but you can see the hint of worry in his eyes as they scan your face.

You look over your shoulder, seeing some of the men making their way to the pharmacy and Joel gently whispers your name.

“We can’t take them on. We’re outnumbered. I ain’t risking it. I ain’t risking you.” Your breathing becomes ragged, and his hand gently caresses your cheek. “Come on, darlin’. We gotta go.” He grabs your hand in his and moves you quickly through the town, making sure to stay out of sight before you both disappear through the trees.

***

Night has fallen and Joel is out back grabbing some wood for the stove while you heat up some canned pasta. You’d argued that it was too dangerous to light a fire, but he’d said the cabin was too far out for anyone to see the smoke.

It beats having to huddle for warmth, you think to yourself as you stir the pot. He pushes open the door and throws a log into the stove before moving up behind you.

“Smells good,” he hums, his breath hot on your neck as his hand brushes along your lower back. “It’s almost done. You can sit by the fire. I’ll bring it over in a minute.”

Glancing at him over your shoulder, you see he has taken his boots off and your heart aches at the sight of him looking so relaxed. The cabin and the fire and the two of you alone it’s so domestic and that makes it hurt even more.

Handing him his bowl of pasta, you take a seat on the couch beside him as you both tuck into dinner.

It’s quiet. Too quiet and normally it doesn't bother you. Joel is always kind of quiet, but this is different. There’s an awkward tension in the air and you begin to feel claustrophobic.

You can feel his eyes on you, and it just gets to be too much. “Stop,” you shout as you stand abruptly, turning to face him.

“What are you talking about, darlin?” He scoots to the edge of the couch, hands held up as if in surrender.

“Don’t darlin’ me, Joel. Ugh…. I can’t do this anymore.” You clench your hands into fist as they hang at your side and begin to storm off toward the bedroom.

His hand on your arm stops you though as he slowly steps around the couch to face you. “Baby,” he whispers as he places both his hands on your cheeks. “Talk to me.”

“No! No, you don’t get to do that to me Joel. You don’t get to ignore me for the last four days and then come here and start calling me baby. I’m not your baby. Or your darlin’ and you made that pretty fucking clear the other night when you completely ignored what I said.”

Something shifts behind his eyes, and you know you were right all along about that night. “I don’t….” He mutters but you're quick to cut him off.

“Oh, pull the other one. I know you heard me that night at the bar. I know you heard me say I love you and you made me fucking think you were too drunk to remember. Jesus, Joel. Do I really mean so little to you?”

He shakes his head, but you don’t want to know what he has to say, not anymore. You pull out of his grasp and try to hold back the sobs as you make your way into the only bedroom.

“Shit.” You can hear him curse before the sound of his footsteps echo behind you.

“You’re right. I did hear you and the reason I didn’t say anything that night was because I was scared. I am scared. We’ve been together since Boston and in that time, I’ve grown to care about you. I’ve - fuck, I love you, alright. I fucking love you and it scares the shit outta me because if anythin were to happen to you, it would break me.”

His breathing was ragged as tears shimmered in his eyes. You stood staring at him in shock at what he’d just confessed, and you could feel your heart swell at his words.

“I love you, baby, and I’m sorry for how I behaved that night, for how I’ve been behavin. I thought I could let you go but I can’t, and I don’t want neither. Think you can forgive this old fool?”

You chuckle, unable to believe that you both are such idiots, and you can see the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile as he slowly moves towards you. His hand reaches out, wrapping around your waist and pulling you close.

“Well, what do ya say,” he asks as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. “I think I can forgive you, as long as you promise to never ignore me again.”

He rests his forehead head against yours, his eyes closing as he lets out a contented sigh. “I swear it, baby. Can I kiss you now?”

His eyes are open now and staring down at you and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Nodding your head he places his hand under your chin and tilts your mouth towards his own before kissing you.

Is this really happening?

It’s soft at first. His lips gently caress yours until he licks along your bottom lip. When your tongues meet it’s as if you’re two horny teenagers unable to get enough of each other. His hands grab at your ass, and you squeal when he places his hands around your thighs and lifts you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and he walks you over to the bed, laying you down gently.

Joel is quick to rid you of your clothes, the rough pads of his fingers skimming along your curves. His own clothes join yours on the floor shortly after. His eyes glaze over with lust as he stands at the edge of the bed taking in your naked form. “So, fucking beautiful baby,” he breaths, his voice husky with need.

You rest your head on the pillows and watch as he crawls up the bed towards you, his lips trailing light kisses along your legs and thighs.

“What are you doing, Joel?” His gaze moves along your naked curves until it meets yours. “Gotta make it up to ya darlin,” he rasps and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

His breath is hot on your skin as he hovers over your aching cunt. His tongue glides along your slick as he teases you. Lifting your hips you plead with him, desperately needing him to touch you. “Please!”

He raises a brow and smiles at you before me burying his face into your curls. “Ooh!” You moan as your back arches off the bed, hands finding purchase in his hair. He moves your legs over his shoulders and buries his tongue inside you.

You writhe beneath him as pleasure begins to build. He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you that you are a complete and utter mess on the bed below him. That familiar heat begins to form, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to that edge.

“Oh God,” you moan, as your orgasm rips through you. Your body shudders as you come down from your high.

“Taste so sweet, darlin,” he says as he moves up your body, peppering light kisses along your skin. He’s flush against you, the tip of him nudging at your entrance and with one roll of his hips, he stretches you open. He groans loudly as he fills you to the hilt, his eyes closed as he tries to calm himself, desperately hoping he doesn’t cum within two minutes.

Once he has control of himself, he begins to rock into you, his cock pulling out to the tip before pushing back in. You're already sensitive from your earlier orgasm and the way he’s stimulating your clit with his cock has you whimpering beneath him.

His hands grip onto your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he sits back onto his knees, pulling you to with him so you’re sat atop him.

He holds you down with his right hand as he pistons his hips up into you, his left kneading your breast as he pulls your pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucks. Your head falls back between your shoulders as you cry out his name. “Joel.”

Clenching around him, he groans - his head resting between your breasts, the feeling of you wrapped around him making him dizzy.

His hands grip your hips as you begin to move with him - rolling your hips over him. You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him once again - his trusts become erratic as he nears the edge.

He grips your hips and lifts you off him as he cums, coating your thighs with his release. As much as you’d love him to finish inside you, you know that it’s too risky.

His eyes are staring at your thighs. At where he’s marked you with his spend. “So pretty,” he mutters as he lifts his gaze toward you. “I love you darlin.”

“I love you too. I’m gonna need to have a shower after that,” you giggle and he pulls you into him, kissing your lips softly.

“How about I run us a bath? Sound good?” He smiles at you, moving a start piece of hair behind your ear.

“That sounds like heaven.”

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rikiislvr · 5 months ago

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♥︎necklace (3) - nishimura riki

if you want, read part 1 and part 2 to understand the plot!

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

you and niki decided to hangout at a cute little park in the city before he left back to korea. you were in your room running back and forth trying to find the perfect outfit.

which after.. 20 minutes, you did!

you wore a white dress that was flowy at the bottom, your black leather jacket and your black boots to match.

you pinned your hair back with cute star pins, and did your makeup, freaking out of the fact you were going to hangout with a pretty known idol (due to your research you did on him) so it was still a pretty big shock to you.

you were in the middle of finishing your makeup until your phone buzzed, looking at the contact, it displayed “niki.” you gasp and quickly cleared your throat before answering,

“hello?”

“hi.” he says, you could hear the smile in his tone.

“i’m.. outside your um.. your door.” niki cleared his throat, you smiled to yourself, “coming.” you respond and hung up,

you grabbed your phone and your keys, putting them in the pockets of your leather jacket before opening the door,

revealing to you was him, and gosh didn’t he look so handsome.

he had on his ripped baggy light blue jeans, and a grey hoodie, his face instantly lit up when he saw you, a small smile crept on his face, he put his hand out for you to take,

you giggled and took his hand, before closing your apartment door, you two made your way outside the apartment as he opened the door for you, letting you out first,

wasn’t he just cute.

as you two began to walk down the street, niki begin to think back at what he learned last night from studying with his english,

“ah.” he whispered, “you look very, you look really beautiful today.” he says so clearly, you were shocked but it was adorable.

“thank you niki. you look very handsome.” you smile back, as you squeezed his hand and he chuckled, his boxy smile grew as he looked away to hide the growing blush that spread across his face.

you two got to the park, and began to walk the pathway, his huge hand still holding yours, you smiled at the size difference.

“so.. i’m uh- i’m leaving back.. back to, korea tonight..” he starts up, making you turn to look up at him, “i wanted to give.. you this.” he said and stopped walking, bringing his hands up to the back of his neck, you tilt your head.

he suddenly removed his necklace, which was a chain with a bobby pin in the middle, “it’s so pretty! are you sure?” you tilt your head up at him, he just nod softly, a smile on his face as he looked down at you.

you chuckled and began to take off the necklace he recommended for you to buy the first time you met him at the jewelry shop.

his eyes widened, “i- um? are you.. are you sure?” he furrowed his eyebrows, you just nod, “i trust you.” you smiled, and once he heard the word trust, his heart fluttered as he blushed softly, he put your necklace on, you admired the way it rested over his hoodie.

“let me..” he whispered and grabbed his necklace from your hand, you turned around and moved your hair out the way, he put the necklace around your head, before attaching the chains together,

you turn back around, “pretty?” you giggled, he just stared the way the necklace rested on your collarbones, “pretty.” he mumbled softly and gave you a smile.

you blushed and looked down, you held his hand again as you two continued to walk, admiring the scenery,

not much was said but, you two enjoyed each others company.

his eyes stopped as he noticed sprinkles in the large green field of the park, he smirked and looked over at you,

“you better not..” you raise an eyebrow, he chuckled and pulled your arm, running towards the sprinklers

“niki!” you shout out as you ran with him, both of you were a giggly mess, as you ran through the sprinklers with him, his laugh was the cutest thing you ever heard,

you tried to run away but since he was 10x stronger and larger than you, he grabbed your waist and pulled you back, you gave in and giggled, as he was smiling, he turned you around as the water was sprinkling on you both,

he cupped your face, looking down at you as you both calmed down from the laughter you two were sharing,

he cleared his throat as he examined your face, and you did the same, admiring the moles on his face, his lips, his eyes. he was truly so handsome to you,

as you admired him, niki admired you, he was so mesmerized with the way your facial features complimented each other, his heart ached as he remembered he had to leave tonight,

knowing this might be his last time seeing you for.. quite some time, he sighed.

“don’t wanna go.” he mumbled, you smiled up as him and melt into the palm of his hand, “but you have too! you’re out there, doing all those cool idol things, i’ll support from afar.” you nod, he semi understood what you said and chuckled.

“promise?” he tilt his head, “mhm, promise.” you nod, he smiled and pulled you away from the water.

before he could open his mouth to say anything, his phone rang, he groaned and rolled his eyes, taking it out his pocket, “s-sorry can i?” he sighed, “no no of course!” you nod,

he smiled at you before answering, “eh?” he says into the phone, you watched his facial expressions, he sucked in his lips and shook his head, he suddenly switched to korean, so you couldn’t understand what was said now..

“do i really have to come hyung? im out with.. a really pretty girl. i haven’t even asked her out fully yet.” niki sighed, before giving up, “okay. i’ll be back at the hotel soon.” he says before hanging up,

you looked at him with a confused expression since you didn’t understand what he was saying, he frowned and looked down, “i.. have to go.” he says quietly, your eyes dropped,

not wanting to leave just yet..

“oh.. that’s okay! i understand, you’re busy.” you smiled and tried to reassure him, he sighed and grabbed your hand, “i’m sorry.” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows, as he looked down at the ground.

he felt horrible for ending the hangout this way.

“hey,” you cup his cheek, he looks up at you, his eyes softening,

“it’s okay. don’t be so hard on yourself.” you smiled softly,

now one thing about niki, he was always so hard on himself, always pushing himself to his limit, overworking himself, so whenever he couldn’t accomplish something or do something he wanted,

he’d beat himself up for it.

he wasn’t that used to gentle love, especially after he moved away from his family, he was always so rough on himself and all he needed was to be taken care of.

“thank you.” he smiled softly, “i promise ill.. ill be back, uh- someday.” he nods, your eyes softened.

“okay. i’ll wait for you.” you nod, niki hesitated for a moment before cupping your face and pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead, you were taken back but you let him,

you melt into the kiss before he pulled away, he ruffled up your hair and chuckled before walking away, his tall figure getting further and further away from the park.

you sighed softly, you played with the necklace he gave you, knowing you can just text and call him for the time duration of him being away from the US,

as niki walked away, he sighed and put his hands in his pockets, thinking about you constantly, he was upset with himself for not making sure he was free before planning to hangout with you,

but he decided to trust your words and not be so harsh on himself.

as he waited for the light to turn red to cross,

he picked up the necklace that was resting on his hoodie, fiddling with it,

“same color as her eyes.” he mumbled to himself before smiling and continuing to walk back to the hotel.

he will see you soon, and he’ll make sure to keep your necklace safe and sound until then.

a/n: hi guys so i was so confused for this part but i hope it’s good 😥 im sure ill continue this but i might start working on other things for a while until i continue this, so i hope you enjoyed these three parts my loves <3

(also i didn’t proof read so if there’s any errors or typos SORRY!!)

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ohdeerfully · 11 months ago

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Alastor and reader singing jazz songs together and then reader dips Alastor and he gets all flustered? Like maybe reader notices that Alastor is having a sad time (without frowning of course he always smiles) and sings to cheer him up and then they dance together. Just general fluff? Thanks for having open requests! Remember to drink water and eat a snack!

Yess yes!! My first request >:)) i hope this was fluffy enough and not TOO ooc!

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Alastor x Reader (fluff)

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You knew Alastor better than you would care to admit. How come you, of all people, could tell when that ever-prominent smile he held was more strained than usual? You always noticed when his ears twisted slightly back, and when his brows wrinkled with an emotion he would never admit to feeling.

Was it that you knew him and just noticed these things? Or did he allow himself to loosen up his usual chipper façade around you? You honestly weren’t really sure, but you were definitely sure that something was not right with him as you watched him from the doorway of the radio tower he seemed to frequent more often lately.

He sat with his back against a red and black couch with an eye-themed pillow, one leg kicked up over the other and gently bouncing as he stared dismissively at the papers in front of him. His hands absentmindedly tossed that cane of his between his hands. You knew he was aware of your presence, probably long before you even entered the room. One couldn’t really sneak up on the famed Radio Demon. It was just strange that he had yet to acknowledge your presence.

Both of his ears flattened the slightest millimeter, but that was enough of a sign for you to finally enter the room, carefully stepping yourself to the side of the couch. You tilted your head and balanced on one foot as you tried to angle your body oh-so-inconspicuously in his line of sight.

With a look at his face, you saw that smile of his still stood strong against his sour mood, although it was a tight grin. Almost like a grimace. You straightened yourself out again and sat down on the arm of the couch, carefully not to get too close. You knew he tended to get claustrophobic, especially in this sort of state.

“Alastor,” You spoke, trying to make him acknowledge your existence. You saw that strain in his lips get even tighter, obviously not thrilled at you interrupting his brooding time. You remained silent, gently looking at him and watching the smallest movements of his ears, his lips, his eyes…

Finally, his red eyes closed and he heaved a sigh.

“(Y/N), as much as I take pleasure in your company…” He trailed, thinking about whether or not to shoo you away or let himself be so vulnerable in front of you. He decided neither option, and you watched as his whole demeanor changed in an attempt to stick that gleeful façade of his back up. “What prompted you to grace my evening with your presence?”

You knew better, obviously, than to believe that gleeful look on his face, especially after witnessing the state he was in literal seconds ago.

You eyed his perky grin. And that twitch of some sort of emotion that broke the corner of his lip. This guy… you thought, with a mental roll of your eyes.

With a motion for permission, which was given, you scooted down off the arm and next to him. Your fingers tenderly interlaced with his.

“You know,” You began, looking around the room and coming up with a scheme that was sure to put him in better spirits. His eyes followed your every move, flicking away from your face every now and then to see if there was anything of interest that had caught your eyes. “...I was listening to some songs on that old radio you gave me.”

This piqued his interest quickly. You could tell in the way his head tilted and his eyes squinted quizzically at you.

“I’m glad you are enjoying the gift, dearest,” He responded. The buzz of radio frequency in his voice was noticeably less prominent than usual, but it still stuck a tickling sensation to your skin. A sensation that had grown to be more comforting than irritating. “I assume there was something you enjoyed, to be bringing it up all of the sudden?”

“Yes,” You nodded at his question, a small hum of a sigh escaping your lips as you worked up some courage. “Stay here.”

Alastor obliged as you stood and took off down the hall. You were back only minutes later with said radio carefully gripped between your fingers.

Of course, seeing as it was a gift from the Radio Demon, the majority of the music the radio played was old jazz music. It was fun background noise usually, though, so you had quickly learned how to tune and play the thing.

You gently turned a nob, and then another, adjusting the frequency and volume of the radio. Alastor watched, a slight hint of admiration in his gaze as you fiddled with the gift he had given you. He couldn’t help but feel a greedy sense of pride knowing you liked it so much.

A tune began to play through the black mesh front, and you tugged on Alastor’s hand as an upbeat band got straight to the point in their song. You noticed a glint in the demon’s eyes and a genuine smirk quirking his lips.

You held each other’s hands, loosely jerking your arms and stepping towards, away, towards each other to the rapid tempo of the song. Alastor seemed to recognize the song, likely something from his own life, as he sang along to the voice in the radio. You were able to join in with your own makeshift humming.

You felt your chest inflate with the joy of seeing that genuine smile return to his face, and that recognizable crinkle in his eyes that you knew meant he wasn’t just putting up his usual front. Those eyes of his made your stomach flutter, especially when they looked down at you with a softness that only you knew.

He twisted you around him, and you rapidly stepped your feet in a circle to the song. You were starting to lose breath, but you ignored it for the sake of keeping up with the man in front of you. Who, unsurprisingly, had great stamina for this kind of thing.

Without thinking too much, with a trill of an instrument in the band, you stuck your leg between Alastor’s and curled your elbow and forearm over his waist, using your hand to push his torso down and against your leg, successfully dipping the vastly taller demon over.

The position was held for a moment, with your eyes locked on his widened. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He seemed barely winded. You wouldn’t dare point it out, but the gray color of his face had begun to dust with a warm blush as he was held precariously over your leg. At some point in the move, his hand had come up to grab the back of your neck. Prickling sensations rolled up and down at the feeling of his sharpened nails digging gently into your skin.

You inched your face towards his, watching his expression for any signs of rejection. When there wasn’t, you lightly pressed your lips against his, and you felt him grin against the kiss. He pushed himself up and on his feet, though maintaining a bent at the waist to keep his lips against yours.

How strange it was, you thought, being like this with one of the most feared overlords in Hell.

Breaking away, he straightened himself and smoothed down his clothes and brushed away imaginary dust. That smile of his was back, real this time.

“Why, what a treat you are, my dear!” He exclaimed, grabbing his cane from the couch and leaning on it as he crossed one leg over the other, examining your exhausted and slightly disheveled state.

Usually, you would take care to smooth down your hair and straighten out your shirt. Momentarily, though, you just cared to see that genuine look of happiness on your demon’s face. Not that Alastor cared about your current state, of course.

Another song began to play through the radio, and Alastor bowed and flourished his hand out towards you. You had only just caught your breath, but you took his hand again anyway and he tugged you towards him.

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #fluff #ohdeerfully #alastor is definitely ooc #but thats ok #i also could not find a good jazz song for the life of me #i dont proof read

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"So? Whatever." Pt.2

pairing: dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader

summary: after closing a deal with dave to let you borrow his comics while he pretends to tutor you, he finally comes over to your house. he’s confronted with the fact that despite your reputation of being damn near perfect, you have your own insecurities and issues. you’re confronted with how much you enjoy his company, despite having your reservations about him before.

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notes: thank you for the likes and the reblogs, I really appreciate it! I really enjoy writing for this reader, there’s something so fun about being able to be so playfully mean. Please let me know if you’d like a part 3, and comments are greatly appreciated too!

[unknown]: hi, it’s dave! hope I typed in the right number lol

You look at your phone as it buzzed, squinting to see if you recognized the contact as you dried your hair off from the shower. You sat down on your bed and swiped up, smiling at the name. At least he didn’t forget to text. You saved his number under a new contact and started typing a reply.

[y/n]: sorry, I know a lot of daves. are you the one from the party last saturday, or the one from the football game?

[dave]: lizewski? the one who lent you the venom comic? brown hair, glasses?

You grinned to yourself, laying down on your stomach on the bed.

[y/n]: I’m just messing with ya, nerd. I remember you, how could I possibly forget?

[dave]: right

[dave]: sorry

[dave]: could you send me the address? and what type of comics you want me to bring?

You sent him your location and a couple of screenshots of your favorite franchises.

[y/n]: think you can work with that?

[dave]: yeah, totally! I’ll be there at 2 on saturday, is that ok?

[y/n]: totes, see ya then x

Dave stared down at his phone, eyes fixated on the little “x” you added to your last text. Everything from that day had already felt surreal, and now he was actually texting you. Or, well, he assumed so. This could all very well still be part of some really shitty prank, but you did seem genuine in your request. And what kind of guy would he be to just assume you were out to get him, just like all the others?

A smart one, probably.

But it was too late for second thoughts now, as he stood in front of the driveway to your house. It was huge, nothing like the houses in his neighborhood. He guessed that’s what all that lawyer money was good for. He walked up to the front door, his hand shaking a little as he reached out to ring the bell. He heard footsteps, taking a deep breath in and mentally prepared himself to be met by you as the door opened.

Instead, he was met by the eyes of an older man, slightly taller than him, who seemed less than pleased to see him at his front door. He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as he looked him up and down. “Can I help you, son?”

Dave gulped, hands getting clammy inside his coat’s pockets. He was not ready to be confronted by your dad, especially because he’s the one you were primarily hiding things from. “I-I’m here to tutor—”

“My daughter?” He cut him off before he could say your name. “You the kid that’s tutoring her?”

“Y-Yes sir, that’s me.” He pulled out his hand, silently cursing himself for not wiping it on his pants before because of how sweaty it was.

Your father looked down at his hand, but before he could even shake it, your voice was heard from behind him. “Daddy, that’s for me!” You walked down the stairs, making eye contact with Dave as he tried not to melt right then and there because of what you were wearing. He usually saw you wear your cute, well put together outfits at school, but seeing you in your cute comfy shorts, with your hair put up… He only realized he was staring when your dad addressed him again.

“Alright, get inside. And shoes off.”

He obliged, quickly taking his shoes off as your dad walked back into the living room.

Not long after, he was met with the sight of your room. Shelves adorned with trophies, a vanity, a queen sized bed with a TV in front of it, a plush sofa, and a huge closet… He was pretty sure he’s seen whole apartments less nice than your room. But nevermind that, he was in a girl’s room, in your room. That was intimate no matter the scenario.

You sat down on your desk chair, legs crossed as you turned it on its wheels to face the boy scanning your room. He looked like he had landed in another dimension, eyes wide as he examined his surroundings.

“What’s so interesting?” You asked, not sure if he was looking for something or if he was just genuinely this impressed by your room.

“You have… A lot of trophies…” He fidgeted with the sleeve of his shirt.

You looked over to the shelf, smiling proudly. “All from cheering.” You pointed to the tiara on the shelf above it. “Besides that one.”

He remembers when you won prom queen in your junior year, though he’s not sure if he’d count that as a trophy. He’d never tell you that, though.

“So, you gonna give me my comics or are you just here to inspect my private property?”

Your comment snapped him out of his daydreaming and he quickly took off his backpack to take out a plastic bag filled with comics. “I-I didn’t know which ones you wanted specifically, so… I just took all the ones from the franchises you showed me.” He took the pile out of the bag and you got up to take them from him.

“Careful, it’s—“

Your arms almost gave out to the sheer heft of the pile before he caught them. “Jesus christ Dave!”

“S-Sorry, sorry, I didn’t realise they weighed that much combined!” He looks panicked, hoping you didn’t hurt yourself when the weight pulled you down.

“You carried these all the way here?” You looked at him in shock. There was no way he was that strong, not without you knowing about it. “What are you, some kind of secret body builder?” You watched him put the pile down on your desk, seeing the muscles in his forearm. Maybe you were wrong, you just hadn’t been paying as much attention to Dave as you apparently should have been.

He avoided the question, simply sitting down on the carpeted floor across you with his back against the side of your bed. Frankly, he knew he’d be better off saying nothing when it came to his physique, afraid it might reveal too much relating to his vigilante activities.

You looked through the pile, finding the sequel to the previous comic you had borrowed from him and pulling it out. Dave took his own comic book out of his backpack, and when he looked back at you, something had clearly changed.

Your face was now adorned with a pair of round, thinly rimmed glasses.

He blinked a few times to make sure his own eyes weren’t deceiving him, but no, he was seeing things right.

You look up from your page and raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t your mommy ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”

“You wear glasses.” He said, eyes fixated on your face. His usual aversion to eye contact seemed to have vanished all of a sudden.

“What?” You realized you hadn’t thought about it when you put them on. You didn’t usually have company over while you were reading stuff. “Oh.” Your face suddenly felt a lot warmer, embarrassment washing over you. “Yeah, I uh… I need them to read, at least. I get through the rest of my day without em just fine, they just look so… Stupid.” You paused, looking back at his face and realizing how mean that must have sounded to him. “Not that you look stupid! You look, uh… You look smart! Real smart, it’s just… They don’t suit me and I…His expression hasn’t changed one bit since you had put on your spectacles. You looked so different, in a good way. A really good way.

“Pretty.” He muttered.

“What?” You broke out of your embarrassed rambling.

“I think you look pretty. With the glasses. They suit you.” He smiled demurely, hoping that didn’t gain him some creep points.

You stared back at him. You’d been called hot before, sexy, gorgeous… But hearing him call you pretty, it was something else. There were no intentions behind it, he just needed to say it, like it felt right. You blink, trying to cope with the fact that the nerd you thought you had an upper hand on had turned your brain to mush with a single compliment.

“Yeah, uhm… Whatever…” You went back to reading. “…thanks.”

He smiled to himself as he picked up his own comic book again. You were surprisingly fun to talk to, it was almost as if he didn’t feel like he was getting judged for everything he was saying anymore.

And he could definitely get used to that.

A few hours pass as you both peruse through the pile. The silence is comfortable, only being broken if someone flipped a page or grabbed a new comic. He looked up and saw you holding the Spider-man collector’s edition he took a page out of, seemingly very immersed in the story.

“Do you like Spider-man?” He spoke up, hoping he didn’t annoy you by taking you out of the story.

“Oh, uh…” You adjusted the glasses on your face as they kept slipping down your nose a bit. “Yeah. He’s like… pretty cool I guess.” You had so much to say about him, so much you wanted to gush about, but you couldn’t help but still feel a little ashamed about your interest.

Dave looked at you expectantly. He knew that look, the same look he had whenever someone would call him any type of name at school for being a top shelf dork.

And in that moment, you realised you both had something in common. Except he lived his life unashamedly being a dork, and you were concealing it.

“Alright, so,” You got up from your chair and sat down on the floor next to him, your shoulders touching as you held the comic to your chest. The excitement nearly poured out of you as you couldn’t contain your words, going over everything you liked about him. His background, his personality, his originally handmade suit, his unique powers…

Dave watched you speak with a dreamy smile on his face, your face glowing with happiness. He never thought you’d looked more beautiful, just unapologetically being yourself in front of him. He didn’t once try to interrupt you, he wouldn’t dare to, you just looked so cute gushing about this comic book hero.

“And the fact that… He’s just some kid, right?” You looked into his eyes as he nodded along with you. “Like, he never got any special training, or fancy gear, or anything like that. He could have lived every day of his life pretending he never got bitten by that spider, and live happily ever after, but no! He took matters into his own hands, because he wanted to make a change, because he cared about the people around him.” You smiled, not realizing you had grabbed Dave’s arm and were squeezing it a little to emphasize your words.

He blushed, feeling like that description fit his own endeavors pretty well. He looked into your eyes and for a second, felt the urge to lean in. It took about as much strength as it did to carry those comics to not do so.

You let go of his arms and held your legs close your chest. “But that upside down kiss with MJ… That’s gotta be bullshit. There’s no way you can kiss someone like that.”

“I don‘t know,” Dave responded. “I feel like it would be kinda fun. It doesn’t look that hard.”

“Oh yeah? How would you know?” You turned your head to look at him and gave him a cocky grin.

His face flushed pink and he regretted saying what he said. He just gave you the perfect bait to tease the ever living hell out of him. “W-Well, I… I can imagine that… From my experience… It’s…” He stammered.

You let out a soft giggle, amused at his embarrassment. “You’ve never kissed a girl, have you?”

Dave gulped, words stuck in his throat. But you had opened up so much to him, it wouldn’t be fair to not do the same. “I, uhm… No. I haven’t.” He let out a bit of a defeated chuckle.

An idea sprung alive in your head, a dangerous but intriguing glint in your eyes as you bit your lower lip slightly.

“Would you want to?”

Dave had heard you say a lot of shocking things, but that might just take the cake. His cheeks burned hot as the blood rushed to his face, his hands staying steady on his own thighs to not show they were trembling a little. He didn’t know what to say, this was all happening so quickly.

Before he could respond, you were leaning in, eyes on his soft lips, only inches apart—

“Sweetie! Come down for dinner!”

Your eyes snapped open and you pulled back, looking at Dave before glancing over at the door. Thank god they didn’t come up to knock, that would have been the death of you. You take a deep breath and get up, gesturing with your hand for him to do the same. “You should uh… Probably head out.”

He sat there a bit longer than he should have, a million thoughts going through his head before the sound of your voice finally got through to him. “Right, sorry… Don’t wanna overstay my welcome.” He gathered his comics and went downstairs with you to put on his shoes and coat again.

You opened the door for him and he looked back at you to say goodbye. “Thanks for having me over, I had a good time. I hope you did too.” He smiled shyly, hands in his pockets.

You smiled back, reaching up to ruffle his brown curls. “Don’t mention it. And don’t die on the way back, shit’s dangerous out there these days.”

He nodded, giving you a quick wave before heading out, the feeling in his chest warming up his entire body. He felt like he could take on anything, a feeling that would absolutely come in handy later when he’d be face to face with New York’s criminals.

You went back upstairs and sat down at your desk, noticing he’d left something. It was the special collector’s edition you’d been gushing about earlier. You ran your fingers across the damaged front page, smiling to yourself.

Dave was looking in the mirror, adjusting his costume a little and checking if he had everything he needed with him. A buzz of his phone got his attention, and a giddy boyish grin spread across his face.

[y/n]: so, same time next week? xx

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