#though since he's a not a drinker his idea of a date is more than just a bottle of wine haha

[kotaerukoto]

what color is your love language?

Mulberry.

Key words: romance, slow-burning, devotion. The love of yearning, of candlelit nights spend staring longingly at your lover's hands or of cramping your own with the effort of writing the perfect love letter, yours is the love that transcends time, expectations, and patience. When you're in love with somebody, you give them your whole heart. An extremely loyal, thoughtful, and introspective person, your ideal date may involve simply opening a bottle of wine and revelling in the company of your favourite person. Voted most likely to fall in love with somebody who your soul remembers from a past life - if you believe in that sort of thing. Best matched with: Mulberry, Peacock, Scarlet

tagged by: I stole it from the dash! tagging: take it!

[theryokawa]

hello!! i don’t know if you’re still accepting drabble requests, but if you are, may i request stick season by noah kahan?

DRABBLE 2 !!

🜸 ⋆˚.⋆ pairing : iwaoi

🜸 ⋆˚.⋆ content warnings : it’s hinted at that they didn’t have a really healthy relationship when they were dating, and iwaizumi’s a drinker. (but it’s nothing too bad, I don’t think.)

🜸 ⋆˚.⋆ an : eeeek! okay okay, i had a lot of fun writing this, and I really hope it’s to your liking. (and btw, my requests are always open!) additionally, this doesn’t exactly follow canon-verse, though it’s real similar. basically i like making iwaizumi a lawyer, so while Oikawa still has his canon job, iwa’s a lawyer <3

Iwaizumi Hajime choked on his whiskey—a rich, amber liquid that, despite its smoothness on the way down, decided to turn into molten lava on the way back up. He coughed, sputtering as the alcohol splashed onto the table, soaking the stack of papers he’d been half-heartedly pretending to work on. It’s a shame, but ultimately—mostly—harmless; he could print new copies in the morning, preferably when he wasn’t boozed out of his mind.

He glanced at the nearly empty bottle of Hibiki sitting at his left—a moderately expensive whiskey, one of those gifts people give when they don’t know what else to buy. It had been a congratulatory gesture for his recent promotion to partner at the firm, a milestone that, in theory, would’ve filled him with pride— should’ve filled him with pride. Yet, as he sat there, pride was the last thing he felt.

He might have been ecstatic a couple of years back, when the idea of a long-distance relationship with Oikawa still seemed like a hurdle they could leap together, rather than the abyss it had become. But then came the lies, the broken-off engagement, and the slow, agonizing collapse of his life alongside everything else.

His phone rang then, like a cruel joke, and Iwaizumi stared at it, fist clenching involuntarily as he fought the urge to smash the thing into a thousand pieces. He’d have to deal with his anger issues someday, he thought. First the alcohol, then the anger, then— the rest will sort itself out. But then he saw the name flashing on his phonescreen, and suddenly he didn’t feel so sure.

With a shaky finger, he accepted the call.

“What are you playing at?” His voice came out harsher than intended, the words jagged and raw.

“Mean, Iwa-chan,” came the familiar, infuriatingly smooth voice on the other end. “I only wanted to say hello. Congrats on the promotion.”

“Fuck off.”

“Why can’t we just talk?”

“There’s nothing left to talk about.”

“Since when were you so pissy?”

Iwaizumi inhaled sharply, every muscle in his body tensing. “I’m hanging up now, Oikawa.”

“No.” There was panic in Oikawa’s voice. It pleased him, just a little. “Hear me out. Please.”

“We haven’t talked in two years. Two full years. And now you want to talk?”

“Is that so absurd?”

“Yes, Oikawa, it’s fucking absurd. We broke up because of you. We aren’t friends because of you.” Iwaizumi’s voice climbed with each word, an avalanche of frustration and bitterness crashing down. “You told me not to call you. You blocked me on Facebook. The other day, I passed your mum on the street, and she didn’t even recognize me. Not even a wave. I’ve done everything you asked, and now you have the nerve to taunt me with a call?”

“I’m not taunting you.”

“Then what the hell are you doing? The last time you called, you told me you didn’t want to hear from me anymore. The time before that, it was to get your stupid shoes back. So what is it this time? What else do you want me to send you?”

“I don’t want anything. I want—”

“Oh, shut up. I don’t care, Oikawa. You don’t get it. You never do.”

“What? Is this about me not going to university? Because I’m not as smart as you?”

“Here we go again,” Iwaizumi groaned, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “You’re brilliant, Oikawa. A celebrity. And you’re so cool. What else do you want? A parade? You need me to stroke your ego some more, oh great one?”

“You’re such a prick.”

“Forgive me,” Iwaizumi drawled, the sarcasm so thick it was almost a tangible thing, clogging the air. “I hate you so goddamn much, you know that? All you do is play with my heart. ‘Cause I know you know what you’re doing. You know I wanted to get married, to settle down, to live a normal fucking life with you and—”

“Iwaizumi, are you drunk?”

“I’m done with you.”

“So you are.”

A silence settled over them, heavy and suffocating, like the calm before a storm.

“Iwaizumi,” Oikawa’s voice was softer now, almost regretful. “Talk to me.”

“Yes, I’ve been drinking. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Why?”

“Because I got a fucking promotion.”

“That’s not it.”

“Now how would you know that?”

“Because I know you.”

Another beat of silence, longer this time. Iwaizumi could almost hear the gears turning in Oikawa’s head, attempting to figure out why there was quiet; he always hated the quiet, didn’t he? But Iwaizumi was tired—bone tired, soul tired—and he’d had enough of playing these games.

He stood up from his desk, a wobbly maneuver that sent the room spinning slightly. “You knew me, Oikawa.”

“What?”

“You don’t know me. You *knew* me.”

“Right.” To his credit, Oikawa didn’t argue, thought it likely was because he was simply too tired. It must have been four in the morning for him, not that Iwaizumi could’ve found it in himself to care. “Still, you’re not telling me the whole truth.”

“And why would I?”

“Because—I don’t know, we’re friends?”

Iwaizumi let out a bitter laugh, hollow and joyless. “You told me not to talk to you. You said we were over, that long-distance would never work, and that my calls were getting annoying. And now you think we’re still friends?”

“You called me like a worried parent! You’re nothing if not clingy, Iwaizumi. You ought to know that.”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“What?”

“If I’m so clingy, why can’t you just leave me alone? I did what you asked, Oikawa. I left you alone, and I was left to imagine growing old with you, settling down, having some semblance of normalcy while you did what? Whore yourself around to half of Argentina?”

“You did not just say that.”

“Oh, I fuckin’ did.”

“You were always like this, you know that? You get jealous, you get angry, you drink, you cry. You kept thinking I was just going to find someone new.”

“Well, I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Because you pushed me away!”

“Then why are you calling me now?”

“Because I—”

“What?”

“I can’t forget you.”

The room plunged into silence, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioner struggling to keep the room cool. Iwaizumi’s hand shook as he held the phone, his knuckles white from the pressure.

And then, without another word, he hung up. The silence that followed was deafening.

[devil-doll13]

Zachariah ‘Zach’ Johnson NSFW Alphabet

Tw: Smut

I am inexplicably down bad and thirsty for this man so you have to deal with this now. I love doing these alphabets since it allows me to procrastinate more on actual writing lol

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It depends on what kind of sex it was. Generally he’s inclined to leave before his partner wakes up if there was no real feeling behind it, but with you in a serious relationship it might be different. Zach’s moments of gentleness are typically offset with a healthy dose of snark that might make you want to smack him in the face instead of taking his offer to get you some water. He’s genuinely trying, though. And yes, he will carry you to the bath and help you run one for the both of you, just be prepared for him to brag about how he blew your back out in the process 🙄

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’d likely say his back, as in spite of how scarred up and rough it is (although that may have augmented his good looks to you…) it is also strong and broad, the sort of thing he’d see as attractive. He also thinks of his… Single eye. It’s that deep, dark brown colour, And yes, he has tried the Flynn Rider smoulder before. No, it did not work.

Your back and the small of it is also a place he finds his gaze wandering towards at times, and he has the habit of holding you there. Heaven forbid you wear something that shows it off, in that case he won’t be able to keep his hands off you. Zach also has a healthy appreciation for your thighs, just saying…

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He cums about an average amount, and it’s fairly watery. It sort of just gushes down his length rather than releasing in spurts. Zach is another one who’s cum probably doesn’t taste very good - he’s a heavy smoker and drinker, remember - but he’s not too bothered where it goes. I can also see him preferring the use of a condom overall because he doesn’t want kids (if you can get pregnant) and it makes cleanup relatively simpler.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Considers his occasional bottom tendencies to be this. Zach probably sees sex as another way to gain back control in his hectic life so he thinks of himself as strictly a dom, but he… Definitely cannot deny how his body reacts to aggressive flirting. He’s always been the one to chase, so being sought after himself is thrilling even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

He also finds himself attracted to people he normally despises way more often that he thinks he should.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. He gets around quite a bit, and he’s known all sorts. Basically, he can tango, so have no worries. Even if you have no idea what you’re doing, he’ll do his best to make it an enjoyable time for you. He’s not heartless after all.

If anything, the one thing he doesn’t know how to navigate all that well is a serious and committed relationship. Sex is one thing, feelings are another. That said, if he’s decided to actually dedicate himself to you, he’ll try his best although he might have some… Endearingly old-fashioned views of what he should do for dates and such, haha. Behind all that bravado and James Bond mimicking is a dork with unfortunately a lot of baggage - the reason why he doesn’t really want to get hitched in the first place - honestly you might find he’s most charming when he isn’t trying to be.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Considering he spends so long fucking you with his eyes, it might come as a surprise that he avoids eye contact during casual sex. It just feels too personal to him in the moment, y’know? So in that case he prefers facing away from you. If you’re in a serious relationship it’s a little different, but he’ll still take a bit to warm up in being vulnerable with you. Either way, he loves fucking you against the wall or table, or having you bounce on his lap. Lying down has him needing to resist being lazy, which isn’t good if he’s still on the job, but he’s a power bottom at heart and the power trip of being able to sit back and enjoy his cigarette while you just use him is pretty tempting.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Zach is pretty lighthearted during sex, sometimes maybe too much tbh. You might wish he could be more serious, or at least try not to ruin the moment. Eventually you’ll realise this is his way of processing things - sometimes getting past some embarrassment as well - but eventually he’ll figure out when there’s a particularly bad time to stick his foot in his mouth and can it then. It just takes a while.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Most of his body hair is on his face, arms, legs and there’s a tuft on his chest as well. It’s all quite dark so it stands out, and his pubic hair especially is very curly. His personal shaving routine is basically designed to give him as much five o’ clock shadow action as possible, so just be aware of the scratchiness when he kisses (or goes down on) you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Again, it depends. He’s capable of being detached and quick with it, very much a “wham bam thank you man/mam/etc.” affair lol. That said, he enjoys the seduction, the allure and desire, so it’s never really cold or callous. More like a bright flash of heat that’s gone too soon. He eases into more ‘romantic’ sex the longer he’s attached to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Tbh I think if Zach was horny he would probably rationalise that it’d be easy for him to find someone to scratch that itch rather than using his hands. He doesn’t mind holding off for a while either; while he can be impatient with certain things, he enjoys the tension and release that comes with being made to wait, even if you make it frustrating.

Besides, if you tease him that just means he’ll have to get you back…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Edging, Overstim, Lingerie, Biting, Light Bondage (most likely tying you up or using handcuffs, but he’ll experiment with other things), Light Spanking.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Realistically? A hotel room he’s rented out for exactly that purpose. You could do it in one of The Organisation’s safe houses as well but they don’t have very comfortable beds… That’s only a problem if you don’t like it though, he’s very relaxed and will literally take you anywhere: the busted sofa, the desk/table (after he clears all the files off of it), against the wall… You’re starting to think he actually prefers changing it up a little, that he finds it exciting. Besides, how else will he show off his strength other than holding you up?

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It’s really not that difficult. He certainly has a good handle on your body language, so when you give him ‘that look’ he’s pretty much ready to go. Hey, he’s just not the kind of guy who wastes his time, okay? And he appreciates a well dressed partner, so he’ll notice if you gussied up to look all good for him. It only makes it all the better once he gets to undressing you; and he loves watching you try to get his clothes off as well, prompting him to tease you even more. He’s a sucker for nice smelling perfumes/scents as well.

I’m willing to bet he also thinks you’re hot when you’re mad, whether you’re going off on someone else or him lol. He’s infuriating that way; angry sex is definitely on the table (probably where you’ll end up fucking) and I wouldn’t put it past him to end up attracted to someone who he believes he hates or feels competitive with either.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Causing you any pain that goes beyond something like light spanking or biting, knifeplay or gunplay because he’s more cautious than you think, and also anything to do with pregnancy/having kids. That is an entire discussion in itself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It’s probably not that surprising that he enjoys receiving the most. He particularly enjoys guiding you and telling you how good you’re doing as you suck him off. Maybe take this opportunity to get your own back on him and edge him; he won’t stop you even if it irritates him.

He always enjoys a challenge, after all.

That said, he prides himself in being a passionate lover and he would never neglect you. He feeds off of your noises and reactions so his eye often flickers to yours as he goes down on you. He likes to drag his stubble against your thigh to annoy you though lol.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers a mixture of both, makes things interesting, especially when he changes pace on the fly in order to tease you. A quickie will have him mostly chasing the high, but as time goes on and you get more serious Zach will probably slow down a bit. Plus, he also kinda gets lazy/tired sometimes.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Most of the time Zach practically runs on quickies, a.k.a one night stands with strangers, so with you he’s also perfectly capable of a quick encounter and then back into the fray again. Of course, with you he might be more inclined to drag it out, especially in edging you since he’s found he enjoys that. But yeah, he’ll default to quick if you’re in the mood and you don’t have that much time. It’s very casual for him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yeah he’s game, Zach is actually pretty open to most things unless it crosses some big boundary of his. You’ll probably have to be the one to bring it up though since he’ll mostly stick to what is tried and true if left to his own devices. I mean… It’s also because he’s had plenty of time and energy to understand what he likes before, so…

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Zach is so athletic, he’s used to strenuous physical activities and this is no different. That said, he’s partial to getting in maybe two really good rounds instead of squeezing in as many as possible. It also fills him with way to much pride if he tires you out enough for you to be the one tapping out.

(Especially since with you he sometimes likes to tease and drag it out bc he’s an asshole)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I’m not sure if he’d go as far as to pack one himself considering he does have to be selective with the stuff he owns travelling around in a car most of the time, but Zach is perfectly willing to use toys on you. Now if you count things such as handcuffs as toys, he does have those and is quite eager to make use of them during sex. I think he’d enjoy tormenting you with a vibrator, he gets off being in control of your pleasure like that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s mean tbh 😭

The one thing he loves most is hearing you whine and beg for him to show a bit of mercy on you. If it’s a quick encounter he’s less bothered about this and more interested in just feeling his pleasure, but you’ll find his sadistic streak might translate over to your activities in the bedroom at times. He’s not going to deny you your orgasm; you will always get it, just not yet. And when you do you might regret it, because he’ll stimulate you into oversensitivity and make fun of you for that; isn’t this what you wanted?

You’ll probably have a safe word just in case though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s a dirty talker, so much you might want him to shut the hell up sometimes. But there are times where he can really get under your skin and he knows it. Zach swears under his breath a lot and often praises you if you do something particularly good. He believes in giving you encouragement, yeah?

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

His father works as a wood carpenter and would often make little wood carvings for him. I know I’ve mentioned the angel before that he keeps but I also imagine things like cars, animals etc. Zach has tried in the past to emulate him and carve wood himself, but he never got the hang of it and he lacked the patience to not get so frustrated with it that he just wanted to quit.

Maybe an oddly wholesome hc to put in this alphabet but 🤷‍♀️ I just wanted to get it out

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

7 Inches, thin-ish, sleek and cut. His dick curves a little upwards. Zach knows how to use it to go deep, and to hit just the right spots.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high, he’s young and fit and with lots of steam to blow off. Sex is one of his methods of coping with his stressful and often traumatic life. It’s sort of like a sport to him when he’s doing it casually, and he always makes it clear in those case that there’s nothing else to it than that.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn’t tend to sleep afterwards, mainly because he’s used to recouping and leaving after quick encounters. Zach mellows out a bit, his sweaty chest heaving with exertion as he leans back and lights a cigarette… (He’ll probably offer you one unless you make it clear before you don’t smoke) If you have a moment of respite however, Zach would love to roll over and get some snoozing in with you beside him.

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @myers-meadow, @the-pinstriped-hood, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better)

Let me know if you want left off/added to my nsfw list as always

[curryandbread]

Hello there and welcome to Tumblr, I hope you're having a great day! If you're not too overwhelmed may I request Albert Moriarty (or John Watson if you're ok with writing for him) realizing that he's in love and how he would confess his love to his future s/o?

Realization + confession headcanons: Albert James Moriarty & John H. Watson

Thank you for requesting! that makes you my first Moriarty The Patriot requester!!! I love them too, so I’m excited to see how this goes! This will be a headcanon type.

Albert James Moriarty

Albert has gotten along with many other women. But when it came to you, he thought things would be easy.

He’d think why was it so hard to approach you?

Whenever you come in the Moriarty household to report your findings for the next plan, Albert would not stop looking at how your lips move, along with your mesmerizing eyes where he lost himself in.

When everyone else is dismissed from a small meeting, Albert accidentally blurts out your name. You turn around and wait for a response, and Albert would confuse himself as to why he called you and blatantly dismisses you.

William is the first to notice Albert’s behavior towards you. Albert remarks that you’re something that made him act up like this.

He knows this feeling a little too well. He felt like he was fallen a victim under your spell, and he does not want to wake up from it.

When duties happen around the household, he helps you carry the things you need whenever they need to be moved. He helps you sweep the dust off somewhere so it wouldn’t irritate your eyes or nose.

To come up as an excuse to stay with you, he’d call you into his office and he needs “help” to sort out the papers with you. For some reason Moran is irritated by this when he sticks his nose in between you two.

“There’s no point beating around the bush. I think it’s about time, Albert.” Moran points out, everyone clearly agreeing with the idea.

Albert seems stunned for a moment. He is not a little kid anymore, and he knows exactly what to do witht these feelings towards you.

He’ll simply invite you over for a walk around the manor’s gardens. He’ll call it a “break” and a way of thanking you for your hard work.

Being the suave man he is, he’ll do the classic old way of sending a message. He picks out a freshly bloomed tulip from the garden and gives it to you.

His hand in yours, giving the back of your hand a warm kiss with the softest smile he can give. He’ll slowly unfold his feelings, since he wants to be cautious if you’re easily overwhelmed.

And when you do accept his feelings, he’d put on the warmest smile on his face. He wants your relationship to be something more than a transactional finding, and he hopes to see it bloom into this wonderful thing called love.

John Watson

John caught your attention when you were drinking alone at a bar. Sherlock looks to the direction where John was currently looking at and nags him to grab another round.

Of course, a bustling pub means a place full of drunkards. And it is not looking pretty. You were defenceless, as the men who were not of soberness dragging you to somewhere harmful.

Later, John learns that you were a regular at that bar.

At times when Sherlock is off on his own, John will visit the bar secretly for you every now and then. Even though he is not a heavy drinker.

He likes talking to you, as if everything you say was new to him even though he’s heard of it many times.

Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock would be absolutely skeptical as to why John comes back home all fired up. Not even bothering to scold Sherlock for not cleaning his mess.

John soon felt as if he wanted to be with you his whole life. That’s when it clicked in him.

The more he talked to you, he’d leave love letters to the bartender of the bar where you always meet so you’d reach the letters whenever he’s not around.

You both would go on dates together at the park in a moonlit night.

There was a time when it was raining hard, and you had to seek for shelter, His coat hanging over your shoulders from the chilly air.

He felt the need to make a move. He calls your name softly and you turn to him. His warm hand meets your cheek, and press a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Will you be mine?”

You stiffened, but was glad enough to return his feelings by doing the same.

[gcldenhr]

Introducing ✿ * · juliette ryan || twenty four || florist

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hi all! im allie! i go by she/her pronouns and i’m from the cst timezone. i’m super excited to be here and write with everyone! feel free to like this and i can come to you about plots! 

a  little  birdy  told  me  JULIETTE  RYAN  just  moved  to  sunset  hills. have  you  met  them  yet  ?  they  look  somewhere  around  TWENTY - FOUR,  if  i  had  to  guess  !  pretty  sure  i  heard  them  driving  down  the  street  playing  RECKLESS  DRIVING  by  LIZZY  MCALPINE  ,  they  sounded  a  little  pitchy  but  they  had  the  spirit  !  must  be  their  favorite  or  something. hey  …  it  looks  like  they  just  moved  into  DUSK  DRIVE  . have  you  heard  about  what  they  do  for  a  living  ?  someone  told  me  they’re  a  FLORIST  ,  but  who  knows  if  that’s  even  true. guess  we’re  just  gonna  have  to  wait  and  see. nervous  ?  maybe  you  should  be. sunset  speaks  just  posted  about  them  …  apparently  they're  RESIDENT  ID  #013  ?  between  you  and  me  ,  i  think  that  might  spark  some  things  in  the  community  …  but  what  do  i  know !  you  guys  might  get  along  just  fine  !

quick facts: full name: juliette elizabeth ryan nickname: jules, julie birth date: march 15 age: 24 hobbies: reading, writing, music how she would spend a rainy day: curled up in bed with soft music playing in the background as she reads or curled up on the couch with the fireplace going and binge-watching a good show or guilty pleasure show/movie. spending habits: juliette is a strong believer in the ‘treat yourself’ philosophy so she’s not great with saving. Smokes: too much. tried to quit, but quickly started back drinks: she’s a social drinker, but loves a good cider at home. an absolute whore for a good margarita. other drugs: occasional weed.

juliette has always been quite well off. she was an only child in a well off family in manhattan. her mother and father both loved each other and had a decently happy marriage.

her parents challenged jules to work hard for what she wanted. they always pushed her to be a better version of herself and to always at least try for what seemed like unattainable. 

around the age of nineteen, juliette moved to Cali with her cousin. They split the cost of an apartment and started school together. jules wanted to be a writer. it was something unattainable, but it was the strongest desire she had ever had. she worked her ass off in her classes, always looking for ways to improve her skill. 

apartments cost money and jules was running low. she never was able to save very well. she found a help wanted sign in a small florist shop and even though she had no experience, she applied. she has been working at ‘petal and bloom’ ever since. 

juliette has been writing under a pen name. something one of her professors challenged her to do to gain more confidence in her writing. Well, he didn’t exactly say to write under a pen name. he just told her she needs to get her writing out there... the pen name was more her idea. 

she has her own instagram where she reviews books and somehow gained enough of a following to have a few fans on an email list. on this email list, she gives them exclusive previews of the novel she’s currently writing. 

headcanons: 

jules is a big softy. she embodies kindness and compassion and brings comfort to every room she enters. pretty much a friend to all.

she’s a bit of a people pleaser.. therefore its pretty easy for her to fall into peer pressure. 

her music taste is impeccable and she knows it. everything from the 60s to now. her playlist is all over the place, but it’s got something for everyone on it. 

she smokes.. more than she should. she tries to hide it. she knows its an awful habit, but she started when she was seventeen and its been more of a stress relief than anything. she also will occasionally smoke weed, but typically only in the company of good friends or at a party. 

the THINGS she would do for a good ass margarita.. i mean who wouldn’t but omg 

been in maybe 3 serious relationships?? the first being in high school, the second being at around 20, and the third being around 22. its not that she isn’t good with relationships, but she hasn’t found one that stuck. been in TONS of situationships bless her heart. 

[amoristt]

Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.

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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

[outivv]

I saw you rebloged the fluff sentence starters list. Could you write something for Albedo with “When you were drunk last night you kept telling me I kiss better than anyone, and I don’t know why since we’ve never kissed before.” and “What are your favorite petnames?”. These knocked me out of my motorcycle (figuratively).

Prompts: “when you were drunk last night you told me I kiss better than anyone, and I don’t know why since we’ve never kissed before.” And, “what are your favorite pet names”

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, very minor cursing, and probably grammatical errors

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Character: albedo (kaeya’s thrown in there, but as a side character)

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello, and thank you for requesting! This one was a bit difficult, because... I can’t drink lmao. And it’s a bit different than what I usually do, so I hope you all like the small change! Have a peaceful day/afternoon/night, and take care of yourself!

It was no secret to the people of mondstadt how much you liked albedo. The way you would look at him with adoration, it was the subtle changes in your whole demeanor that let people know how much you liked him. Though no one knew how he hasn’t caught on by now. Or maybe he has? Maybe he’s just curious to see how long this will go on for? Or maybe he’s too nervous to make the first move. Nonetheless he still invited you to go drinking with him and kaeya.

Albedo wasn’t much of a drinker by any means, but when kaeya invited him one night, he might as well have another close friend with him. Kaeya didn’t mind, in fact he gave albedo the idea. Though you told them that you’d run a bit late due to having to clean up at the knights headquarters with noelle. They both understood, and waited patiently for you.

Well... sort of. Kaeya ordered some drinks for the both of them while they waited for you. Albedo ordered some dandelion wine, curious about what made it so special. He found that he really liked it, and got another glass. Still waiting or you.

Anyone who frequented angels share could a whole bottle of drink dandelion wine with ease. Though albedo was no regular, he’s probably had 2 glasses of wine in his whole life (not including the two he’s had tonight.) so he got... a bit tipsy. Even before you arrived.

After about a total of 15 minutes you arrived to see the cavalry captain and the alchemist conversing with one another. You greeted them both before sitting down. “Ah y/n, glad you could make it.” Kaeya said with a smile. “Oh... y/n... hello.” Albedo said, even in his drunken state he was still polite.

You were having casual conversation until kaeya asked, “Y/n, do you want anything to drink? I can go ask Diluc to make you something.” You contemplated for a minute before saying, “some cider would be nice?” Kaeya nodded and excused himself.

You were left alone with albedo, and made casual conversation. You could tell he was a bit tipsy, but he still answered casual questions, so you knew he wasn’t that tipsy. What you didn’t know though was that albedo felt a sudden burst of confidence. And a sudden incline in his adoration for you. “I think one of my favorite places in mondstadt is-“ you were saying before you were cut off by albedo saying, “what’s your favorite pet name?”

The shock on your face was so clear that kaeya could see it from across the bar. Albedo looked as calm as ever though. “Um... I’m.. ok... hold on let me compose myself.” You said not wanting to make yourself seem like a fool. “Well um... I guess I don’t have a favorite...?” Albedo though for a moment.

Was this his way of flirting with you? Or was he way more drunk than you expected? There was truly no way to tell. At least not until you both were walking home together. Kaeya lived in the other direction, so it was just you and albedo. You were making casual conversation once more, at least until albedo spoke up once more.

“And that’s why I think honey toast is over rated“ you were on a tangent until albedo stopped you, “you kiss better than anyone.” He said, with a straight face. “...” “...” “what the fuck” you said after a few seconds of silence. “Are you... are you drunk? Like... drunk drunk.” You said actually concerned now. Albedo has never shown interest in you, and never said anything like this to anyone that you know of. So why now? And why to you?

“Mm... no? Yes? I had some dandelion wine? But... that was it?” Albedo said recalling the night. “Right... well... I’m going home. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” You bid farewell to the alchemist who was... sad. Sad to see you leave. He didn’t know why but, he didn’t want you to leave. Though he didn’t have much courage in him left, so he made his way home.

The next day at the knights headquarters, you needed to drop something off for albedo straight from Jean. What he said yesterday has been bothering you since you arrived home last night. You could recall it like it happened moments ago, the memory fresh, and as clear as ever. You thought you should confront him about it. You weren’t mad, or uncomfortable. Just confused.

You knocked on the door of albedos office asking to come in. All you hear was a ‘yes.’ And made your way into the room. “Ah y/n, do you need something?” Albedo said. “Well yes I have the papers from Jean and uh...” you said looking straight into his bright blue eyes “what happened last night?” His face turned to one of curiosity and confusion.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Albedo said taking the papers from your hand and examining them. “I mean when you were drunk last night you told me I kiss better than anyone, and I don’t know why since we’ve never kissed before?” You said as he turned his head towards you, and away from the papers in his hand.

“I... deepest apologies... I don’t know what came over me last night.” He said a blush dusting his cheeks. “Oh no it’s alright I just... was confused.” You said almost... disappointed? Maybe you were hoping he’d say something more, or make some sort of move. Just something. “Well... would it be alright if I tried again tonight? We don’t have to go to angels share but... may I try to... take you on a date?” He said, almost not thinking.

His words filled the room, making the atmosphere feel almost foreign between the two of you. It was a amazing surprise but, a surprise nonetheless. You almost chocked on air when he said that, but after regaining your composure you said, “yes, I’d... I’d really like that.” A smile spread across his face and his eyes grew full of fondness.

“Hm... then it’s settled. We can talk about it as we do what Jean asked of me, that is if you’d like to help?” He said turning back to look at the papers. “Yeah... I’ll help you, I don’t have much other to do around here at the moment.” You said with a laugh. You felt excitement running through your whole body, excited for your date tonight.

[peter-parcoeur]

Good girl gone bad | (frat!tom)

request: How about frat cocky Tom at a Christmas party, wearing something that shows off his muscles, and he keeps flirting with y/n, who hates him. Throughout the night, he slowly wins her over, and once he has her in the palm of his hand, he makes her compliment him and then worship his muscles and then get on her knees and suck on him through his boxer briefs and then finally he f*cks her face and he's dirty talking and boasting all the way through :)

disclaimer: Hiii, so this was a request (sadly anonymous but if you’re out there reading this, I hope you enjoy and this lives up to your expectations...) this is my first attempt at fratboy!tom so I apologize in advance if that’s not exactly what you expected from it or whatever. Also I’m french so, some unfortunate spelling mistakes may occur and for this I apologize too! (damn I do really know how to sell myself, don’t I?) Anyway, enjoy your reading and please give it a ♥ if you liked it and a comment if you either really liked or hated it. Annnnd I’m talking too much.

warnings: smut smut smutty smut is to be expected, obviously. includes: brat!tom, braggy!tom, boasting!tom and some serious potty mouth / enemies to lovers (well, more like enemies to fuckbuddies idk) / oral-sex / face-fuck / dirtyDIRTY talk/ fingering / brief mentions of self luuuuvin (that’s masturbation, for you) / dom!tom + sub!reader / I guess a little bit of humiliation and praise kink idk if that’s triggering so just in case... / roughness... I guess that’s it? probably enough already.

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« Come on, it’ll be fun! God knows you could really use some fun… » your friend’s voice almost begged over the phone as you safely locked it between your cheek and your shoulder to open the door to your dorm room, your keyrings grazing the piece of metal surrounding the lock with a soft, clicking noise.

“Yeah cause hanging out with complete morons as they get shit-faced on cheap vodka is totally my idea of a good night...”

“ Urghhhh, Y/N please, are you really gonna be a Grinch about it?”

“  Well, it’s a Christmas party so I guess that’s convenient?”

You could tell your friend was getting frustrated by now, the slight change of tone in her voice making her sound desperate. Kicking off your shoes and dropping your books above the mess on your desk, you immediately crashed onto your bed with a loud, exhausted groan as this never-ending day had managed to push every single one of your buttons. You felt completely drained and yet, your best-friend wanted you to join her to some frat-house where, apparently, the “most incredible” Christmas party was about to be held? Uh-uh. No way. Your actual plan for a Friday night (= eating take-out food in front of some true crime documentary on Netflix) seemed much more appealing than the effort your friend seemed to require from you.

“You’re really gonna bail on me? What if something happens to me?”

“Now this is guilt pressure and you’re so much better than this! “ You laughed, “plus… I know you wanna go just so you can make out with Harrison… You really don’t need me for this and truth be told, I really don’t need to see that guy shove his tongue down your throat!”

“Maybe YOU need someone to shove his tongue down your throat “

“I’ll pass, thanks “

“Come on, how long has it been since you’ve got laid? “

“That’s… way beside the point?””

Still, you thought about it.

How long has it been, really?

Well. As far as you could remember, there were a couple (disastrous) tinder dates at the beginning of the semester. Nothing major even though the sex was still okay. Then you had decided to delete the app so you could focus on your studies, thinking that, eventually, life would grant you with an actual IRL, cute boy who could actually work a little harder to get into your pants whereas it had taken a single swipe on a screen for the previous contestants.

But for now, as the semester had come to an end and Christmas break was around the corner, it only occurred to you just how busy you had been, studying all night long and running on fumes and gallons of coffee. Maybe your friend was right. Maybe you truly needed to blow off some steam. Sometimes you wished you were more like her, carefree and less picky when it came to boys and random flings. Like her current crush, Harrison.

Harrison was a typical heartthrob with the face of a Greek God, so it was only natural for him to act like a brat and play with girls as he wished. With his piercing blue eyes and dreamy smile, girls could only wish he would look at them twice. But still, he wasn’t the worst part of Team Jackass, as you liked to call them. Their captain was actually Tom Holland. Football Quarterback, Tom collected girls’ hearts like trophies and held his pride within his questionable reputation. Party animal, heavy drinker and confirmed exhibitionist since he’d been caught fucking a cheerleader in the middle of the football field right after a game, his name was on everyone’s lips, whether they whispered gossips down the faculty’s corridor or muffled into a pillow as he dived into another naïve, besotted girl with the promise of an encore. To this day, all of the girls he had laid his eyes on were still waiting for a call-back.

You pulled a disgusted face at the thought of witnessing his little hunting game one more time. Tom was actually one of the main reasons why you usually skipped any frat party now. There were just so much time you could waste, sipping on some funky tasting “home-made” punch as “Football superstar” Tom Holland bragged about his athletic skills or how many girls he had fucked over the last couple days. Sometimes, it felt like a competition between him and his brain-dead friends. Somehow, you just knew he kept score of his one-night stands. Maybe he’d give you five stars for trying anal, a deep throat would give you another six and god forbid if you flattered his enormous, gigantic cock, well then, by all means, the throne would be yours. There was just something about him that screamed and irradiated praise kink.

“Y/N? Have I lost you?”

Your friend’s voice brought you back to reality as you seemed to have blacked out for a while.

Then, out of nowhere and unexpectedly, the words came out of your mouth.

“What time is the party then?”

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For every party, there’s a dress code.

Surely, a “Christmas” party just couldn’t be, without a fair splash of colorful jumpers or any subtle hints at Santa Clause as an excuse for a last-minute theme. Still, standing in front of what could only be Wednesday Addams’ wardrobe, you were suddenly hit by your lack of interest for any piece of clothes that wasn’t a shade between black and white. Was beige even a color anyway?

For a brief second, you considered wearing your infamous Christmas onesie, basically a fluffy one piece with a zipper, an oversized hood and covered with snowflakes and candy canes. The jokes would never end but no one could blame you for being ‘off theme’, then.

In the end, you settled for a rare “colorful” top which, luckily, happened to be whatever shade of green Christmas trees actually were. It was also skin tight and you knew for a fact it made your chest looks twice its size because of the way the velvet fabric enhanced your waistline. It was nowhere near provocative with its long sleeves and turtle-neck so you figured you could be a little bit more risky with the bottom part of your outfit, grabbing the black mini-skirt you’d bought a week before on a splurge, even though you didn’t know if you’d ever find the confidence to pull it off. It was short, there was no denying that as you turned around in the shop’s fitting room to catch a glimpse at your backside, knowing your whole ass would be exposed if you ever dared to bend down even so slightly.

Still, you felt sexy in it and as a girl who happily traded a sexy dress for yoga pants and an oversized hoodie, any piece of clothes that made you feel good about yourself was an instant buy.

Looking down at your final outfit as it laid down on your bed, a pair of nice ankle boots at the bottom of it, you patted yourself on the back for making the extra effort and walked to the bathroom for a well-deserved boiling shower.  Staring at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you sighed to yourself as the aftermath of a sleep deprived week and lack of skin care routine or basic maintenance whatsoever hit you like a truck on the highway. Your hair had been wrapped into the same messy bun for days and it would definitely take some professional skills to cover up the bags under your eyes.

Maybe this party was the wake-up call you needed, the equivalent of a Judging look from your mother every time you visited her after a while. You could almost hear her complain about how unhealthy you looked and how you should wear more “flattering” clothes. Ironically, you also knew she would never approve the skirt you intended to wear that night. You remembered just too well that frown she’d given you at your father’s 60th birthday and how you had to gulp an entire bottle of red wine to forget about the fact the woman who gave birth to you had called you a prostitute for wearing a dress above the knees. Sometimes it’d be like that. Family gathering were like a plague, somehow, you just couldn’t escape it and it would either scar you for life or make you wish you were dead.

As you entered the cubicle, the coldness of the tiles hit you, covering your skin with goosebumps and sending shivers down your spine. It took you a couple minutes to adjust as you waited for the water to turn hot enough to coat the mirror with a thick foggy layer. Only then did you relax, letting go of this week’s emotionally charged weight upon your shoulders and focusing on yourself, at last.

It was a fairly long shower as you decided to go through your entire haircare routine instead of a brief, one minute shampoo. Not to mention the fact you also had to shave entirely as it felt like it would be a good way to get rid of this nightmare of a semester, like stepping out of your old skin and into a new one. Usually, body hair was probably too far down the list of your preoccupations to even be noticed but you figured, as you felt surprisingly motivated, now was the right time to make your body smooth as a baby. You actually loved the feeling of a soft, freshly shaved skin.

As you rinsed off the soap, your hands fondling the body parts water failed to reach, your mind unexpectedly wandered through some steamy thoughts as soon as your fingertips grazed your slit, taking some shy dip between your folds. It was no surprise that a simple, barely there stroke would instantly strike your arousal, after all, it had been a while. You shamelessly admitted that your studies had taken over your life, up to the point you’d even find yourself too exhausted for some self-love. Somewhere in your chest of drawers, the small collection of adult toys you owned were probably collecting dust in the middle of your socks and panties, wondering when they’d get to take a swim and make you squirm into your sheets as you hold on to the headboard, biting your lip until it turns white so you don’t scream through climax.

What struck you the most was the fact TomfuckingHolland came to your mind the very second your middle finger met your clit, circling it softly as you felt electricity spark through your legs, making it jolt. Why the hell was his stupid smug splattered all over your unspeakable thoughts when he was, by far, the last man on Earth you’d let come close to your naked self? Let alone in a shower cubicle the size of a shoe-box where you’d have no space whatsoever to escape his heavy, muscular chest.

His body looked ridiculously built for a man with the face of a 13 year-old. Sometimes you’d catch him randomly flex throughout the day, showing off his enormous biceps to anyone willing to praise his impeccable shape. There would be no room for these guns in there, you thought as a brief image of these massive arms shielding you from both side, fists tight against the tiles, came immediately to your mind. What took you by surprise wasn’t to actually picture Tom standing in there with you, naked and definitely willing to make that room a lot steamier, but the fact you slipped a finger into your surprisingly dripping core as soon as you imagined him stepping closer so your bare, sticky chests would meet, his obvious arousal poking at your inner thigh, begging to make an entrance.

You stopped before you inevitably came, even though your body craved for that well-deserved relief. You may have been hornier than you thought, but not nearly horny enough to hand your first orgasm in months on a silver plate to a boy who probably stroked himself in front of a mirror on a daily basis. Your thighs squeezed together where your fingers had left a desperate void, rinsing your entire body with a much colder water, hoping it would bring your sanity back.

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You looked incredible.

It wasn’t just you boosting your ego through a pep talk in front of your mirror back in your dorm this time, and even if you loved to give yourself an encouraging speech, praising whatever features you thought made the cut in the top three of your best assets as you gathered the strength to go out in public in an outfit pretty far from your comfort zone, nothing could ever beat the look people gave you as you walked into the frat house looking like a three courses meal. There was just something about that short time slot where you caught a gaze and knew what that look was all about.

You knew Liza, the head student with a soft spot for athletes so obvious she probably had the entire football team’s handprints tattooed on her skin, just hated to see you get the attention she usually caught. Athletes loved nerdy, smart-ass girls like her, but to her own despair, you actually happened to be one of those, only with a shorter skirt and thicker thighs.

You knew half of Team Jackass was already staring at you, wishing they’d catch a glimpse of whatever you had to offer underneath that impeccable outfit as the soft fabric of your skirt kept rising up, every step bringing you closer to an unfortunate peek at the plain, white cotton undies you had chosen to wear that night.

But above anything, you could most definitely feel someone’s gaze upon you, burning up your skin like lasers trying to scan through your clothes. Suddenly, you felt exposed and with a simple smirk, Tom-Holland came out, strong as ever, just so he could pop out the comforting bubble you had built around you. Of course, he had chosen to wear the tightest white tee-shirt so everyone could distinctively see each of his six, rock-hard abs. Of course, his sleeves were slightly rolled up to enhance his biceps and if you weren’t familiar with his despicable behavior, seeing him flex just so he could kiss the pumped-up mount irrupting from his upper arm like a fresh batch of popcorn on a stove, you could have barfed immediately at the disgusting sight of a man with an ego the size of a fucking comet.

For now, you simply rolled your eyes all the way to the back of your head and watched as he smiled cockily, his hand reaching out for a redhead girl’s cheek even though his eyes were most definitely undressing you from afar. You could tell the girl had dressed to impress as she was tightly wrapped into the just-slutty-enough version of Santa’s outfit. Basically a velvet red dress with a fluffy white strap on top of her bustier. The way she laughed and twirled her long curly strand of hair as she gazed lovingly at Tom was enough for you to know she would soon join the never-ending list of names on his score board.

Shaking your head at how easy it seemed for him to get laid within the first hour of a party, you made your way to the kitchen where the alcohol seemed to be. As expected, most students were already sipping at some questionable cocktail right from the bowl with a straw and since you didn’t feel like going straight for the strong stuff, you settled for a beer, fiddling with the bottle cap for a solid minute before you heard a voice coming from behind your back.

“Need some hand with that, sweetheart?”

The cocky tone and thick accent immediately sent you off as a long, single shiver ran down your spine from the disgusting thoughts it brought along. It had come to the point you couldn’t even stand his stupid voice.

“I’m fine, thanks” you lied, your first still tightly gripped on your sealed beverage.

“You look like you could use some strength…”

Of course, he had to bring up his impressive, spectacular strength within seconds. Maybe he expected you to slow clap, bow down or throw confetti’s all over him for being strong enough to open a beer bottle. What on Earth would you do without his strong, manly hands?

Grinding your teeth as your tongue clicked against your palate out of pure annoyance, you gave him the most unimpressed look as he grabbed the bottle from your hand, popping out the cap hard enough to make it fly off and hit the table with a soft, metallic thump. Smirking to himself, Tom handed you the bottle back, tilting his head as he obviously expected some enthusiastic reaction.

“Do you want a medal or something?”

“A simple ‘thank you’ would be a good start? “He mocked, raising his eyebrows in a way that made your consider throwing the entire bottle at his face to wash away his stupid cockiness.

“Thanks” you simply blurted out, raising your beer slightly before walking away as you took a couple sips. It wasn’t even that cold or remotely good.

Tom watched as you walked away in silence, his eyes inevitably drawn to the way your hips and that glorious ass of yours seemed to wiggle into that daunting skirt. Grazing his thumb over his bottom lip with a smirk, the eager flame in his eyes made his will to take you to a quiet place grow bigger with each step you took.

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The music was getting considerably louder as people were now dancing all over the place, from the staircase to whatever was left of furniture after too many parties hosted in this house.  The constant buzzing sound of chit-chats and laughter was slowly making your head spin as you gulped on your third (or was it the fourth?) Shot of tequila. As expected, Y/BFF/N had wasted no time as she was already clinging to Harrison’s neck, feasting on his mouth like an open buffet. His hands were on her bum, holding on to it for dear life with a strong grip. At least, she was having fun.

Out of boredom and to your own surprise, you had agreed on doing shots with a couple people you knew from class. Not technically what you’d call reliable friends but you always bumped into them at parties where you’d basically chat, and drink. From afar, you could see some people had gathered around a table where Team Jackass had started the inevitable beer pong contest. Nibbling at a piece of lime, hoping it would wash away the burning haze of the tequila, you winced at the sourness as your eyes suddenly locked with Tom’s. He was now holding his arms up on both side, raising one fist through the air as he had clearly won that first round. There was something pathetic about a man in his twenties begging for attention and acting like he was about to claim the gold medal at the Olympics when all he did was throw a feather-weighted plastic ball into a red cup.

All the alcohol in the world would never get you drunk enough to tolerate this guy.

Sometimes, you couldn’t help but think it was a shame to see him act so pitiful when he face was actually okay. Well. He was definitely cute as long as his mouth was shut and his stupid, pretentious smug out of the way. With his soft, chocolate brown eyes, his tousled eyebrows and thin pink lips, he could’ve been a guy you’d be interested in. His brown hair was somehow, always tucked into a snapback or a beanie but you had caught a glimpse of his natural curls once and though it killed you on the inside to admit it, he did look great when he didn’t try too hard to be a complete asshole.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t see him walk towards you.

“We’re doing shots now? “

“Impressive” you frowned, “did you figure it out all by yourself?” you chuckled, swallowing what’s left of lime, basically pulp, in one soft gulp.

“You like to act all smart ass around me, don’t you?”

“Correction: I am, in fact, smart… Not that it’s something you’re familiar with so, pardon me if it’s all too confusing for you… “

“Are you calling me dumb, then?” he was frowning now, his enormous self-centered head deflating under the unexpected pressure of your witty come-back.

“Did you hear the word ‘dumb’ coming out of my mouth?”

“No – but I sure know what I would like to see come in that sweet mouth of yours, darling”

The fact he had the nerves to say that kind of stuff right to your face was enough to piss you off but what caught you off guard was his hand reaching for your face as his thumb delicately grazed your bottom lip, pulling at it just enough for you to taste his fingertip.

“Surely, lime isn’t the only thing you like to suck on?” he smiled, cocky as ever as you could feel actual rage building up from your core and all the way to the back of your throat.

“I suggest you keep your hands off me” you snapped, pushing his hand off your face as he laughed to himself, the raspy sound caught in his throat making you throb against all odds.

“Or what? What you gonna do about it, uh?” he teased, confident as ever, his words coming out of his mouth halfway between a threat and a challenge. His arms were crossed against his chest now, making every inch of muscle he owned just pop out. There was nothing sweet about the way his body was built, and was he ever given the occasion, you knew he could break your spine in half with his one hand. You just wished you’d never thought about it as the filthiest images came to your mind, starting with Tom spinning you around over the sink in the bathroom and pinning you down with his palm pressed between your shoulder blades as he pounded hard and fast into you.

Maybe Tequila had gotten to your head faster than you expected.

“I know girls like you” he started, walking backwards until your back hit the wall and you were completely trapped between his arms, one of his leg parting yours so his knee would slowly graze that spot where your thighs met, claiming his access to that precious part of your body you could definitely feel getting damper against your will.

“What about it?” you asked, slightly more provocative than you had intended.

“You like to act all innocent, pretending you have higher standards…” His breath was warm, wrapped into the thickness of alcohol, curving a ball at the back of his throat so his voice would come out raspier and lower than usual, “… but secretly you just want guys like me to fuck the back of your throat until you choke”.

You felt it. Your pussy throb at the single thought of it. You didn’t want to physically react to these obscene images, words coming out of his mouth filthier than anything you’d ever heard, but still, as hard as you wanted to remain cold and unbothered, there was no denying for the dampness between your thighs. You just hoped he wouldn’t get a chance to notice it.

“You disgust me” it took you all the strength you had to spat back at him, and even then, all he did was smile then chuckle softly to himself as his hand slid up your throat, wrapping it slowly until his thumb pressed itself into the crook under your chin, nesting as it was made to be there.

“Please—are you really going to pretend you’ve never thought about my cock filling up your pretty mouth?” his fingers found your lips again, tracing it slowly as your heartbeat increased with each word, “like you’ve never thought about me when you finger yourself at night” he paused, pinching his bottom lip between his teeth as he tilted his head, his mouth coming closer to your hear with a dark whisper “I know you do, baby… I know you touch yourself thinking of me, wishing those fingers were mine, diving into your dripping cunt… Touching spots you could only wish you’d reach… how I would spread those lips open and run my tongue all over your slit….” A warm breeze brushed your neck as a cursed laugh escaped his lips, making you squirm unexpectedly, “I bet you taste so sweet, I would never get enough of that glorious pussy…”

By now, you were wrapped into the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It was strong and manly as expected, yet comforting in a way you didn’t want to think about. You didn’t want to picture yourself wearing that grey hoodie he loved to wear after a game, his perfume raining over your bare chest as you’d lazily ride him on his dorm bed after you’d get bored of whatever movie you’d settled for, pushing your panties to the side as he couldn’t be bothered taking it off completely. You didn’t want to picture him unzipping that same hoodie, palming your boob with one of his strong hands as his mouth sucked on your nipple until your soft, delicate skin turned red from all the biting marks. You didn’t want to feel yourself stretch around his rock-hard cock as he’d lift your legs up to wrap it around his neck, because he’s that kind of jerk who likes to show off even when he’s completely buried inside of you, that kind of complete asshole who loves to remind you just how deep he can go, smirking to himself as he hits your special spot over and over and over…. until you beg for him to stop. That kind of utterly disgusting dickhead who’d never stop, because he knows that, deep down, you just want him to keep going.

“Now you can tell me you’re not already wet… But we both know that’s a lie” he smiled again and as you felt his hand going down, palming you through your top and all the way down to the front of your skirt, you finally decided to come to your senses and grabbed his wrist into your tight fist, stopping him just in time before he’s reached the only approval he truly needed.

“Go to hell, Holland” you snapped, using all of your strength to push him off and walk away.

You didn’t turn back to see him chuckle at the sight of your flushed face.

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The coldness of water came as a shock as you bent over the sink in the bathroom, splashing your face until it didn’t feel like your skin was on fire. Grabbing a towel, you patted your cheeks and forehead, staring at the reflection in front of you. You definitely looked flustered, like you had just run a marathon when all you really did was to suffer through your archenemy’s evil little game.

Usually, you would have just brushed it off and that’d be it. But tonight, for some reason, you just couldn’t seem to shake him off your thoughts, his voice still echoing through your head like a curse without a cure. Outside the bathroom, you could hear the muffled sound of music and screams coming from the living room as beer-pong had turned into strip-pong with everyone removing a piece of clothes every time the ball missed the cup. Typical, drunken behavior. Soon enough these parties would turn into a massive orgy and it wouldn’t even come out as a big surprise.

Freshen up a little had helped you settle your thoughts back into place but still, your body didn’t seem to catch a break as the build-up tension and frustration Tom had caused within your core was yet to be released. There was no denying that your toys would have come handy if you were back to your dorm room as it felt like your pussy kept clenching for no reason, like the gaping mouth of the thirstiest man in the middle of a drought. You knew how bad you needed to put it out of its misery but if you thought undressing for a ping pong game was bad, what would happen if anyone walked on you literally fingering yourself in the bathroom of a frat-house? No one would shut up about it.

Tom would certainly not. Shut. Up. About. It. Ever.

You pressed your thighs together, hoping for some sort of relief as his words came back haunting you, thinking about how your hand had found its way between your legs earlier in the shower, the very second you had thought about his body pushing you up against the tiles. Is that what he was to you, now? A fantasy? Would you become another disgusting cliché of a girl begging for the typical frat boy to fuck her at a party because she couldn’t handle his dirty mouth?

Then you thought about your best-friend and how the last time you’d seen her, she was heading upstairs with Harrison, giggling, her lipstick smudged all over her chin after making out heavily on the couch up to the point everyone was starting to wonder whether they should be charged for that kind of peep-show or just roll with it. How she was probably getting fucked in his bedroom while you were standing alone in a bathroom, dripping wet for a man you hated down to the very bottom of your guts.

The door swung open abruptly, making you jump.

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding!” Tom smiled, walking in.

“Can’t a girl have some privacy?”

“I need to take a piss, you’re the one standing out there doing nothing” he joked, walking to the toilets with his hands already fiddling with the zipper of his pants.

“Hum, excuse me?” you spat, widening your eyes as you realized he was genuinely about to use the toilets with you still standing a few meters away.

“I said I needed to take a piss… So either you just stand there watching, which I don’t mind really… or you can get out?” he pointed his chin towards the door, unbothered as he casually pulled his dick out of his boxers.

Both infuriated and shocked, you turned around as there was no point leaving the room now that his whole junk was out and already halfway through it.

“Do you have to be that disgusting? Really you’re such a pig!” you complained as you heard him sigh with relief before the toilet flush broke the most awkward silence of your entire existence.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll clean it up real nice just for you…” he smiled even though you still had your back turned to him. You heard him use the tap, washing his hands for a considerably long amount of time. At least he wasn’t one of those filthy rats who thought basic hygiene was optional.

“What were you doing by the way?” he finally asked, grabbing the towel to your left, “touching yourself thinking about me?”

You turned around to face his cocky face once more, this time with a furious need to slap it. Hard.

“You know I’ve seen you walking around campus a couple times, Y/N… Those big jumpers and yoga pants you like to wear don’t do that body any justice, but this?” he circled his finger in the air, pointing out her entire outfit “this, I like to see… and if you weren’t being a little brat I would gladly pull up that skirt up to your waist and have you there, above the sink…”

“I’m being a brat?” you scoffed. That was rich, coming from the ultimate king of bratty assholes.

“Well you call it whatever you like but denying yourself something you truly need just to prove a point seems a little childish…” he shrugged, shoving his hands into this jeans pocket and giving you a perfect glimpse at the veins running up his arms and disappearing underneath his rolled up sleeves.

“You think all girls are begging for you to fuck them? Really?”

“Probably, yeah, and who could blame them really? I have a great cock and I’ve never had a single bad review about the way I use it…” he smiled, with the arrogance of a king sitting on a throne of indecency.

“You’re so full of yourself… it’s insane” you shook your head with pure disgust.

“Then go ahead and prove it”

“Prove what, exactly?”

“That you’re not dripping wet as we speak…”

Point taken.

You were, indeed, dripping wet and soon enough, you’d have some serious explaining to do as the thin cotton fabric of your underwear was now soaked with your unsolicited arousal. Even though your head was filled with hateful thoughts and resentment for Tom, it felt like your body would not stop begging for his touch, dragging him closer like two pieces of magnets on a fridge. Unconsciously, you were now standing a couple inch away from his face, so close you could actually smell the soft mixt of menthol and alcohol from his breath. There was no point denying the obvious tension between you two as you looked like you were about to break into a passionate kiss but now it was just a fight between your will for self-preservation and your body, aching to be touched.

And so you heard yourself say these words you never thought you’d say, like you were standing in the audience as your other self was performing on stage, making some questionable decisions you weren’t 100% okay with.

“Which one’s your bedroom?”

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You could have fought longer, for the sake of your personal values, but as your feet were swiped off the ground, your back hitting the door as it closed behind you with a loud slam, all of your good sense and respectable choices just vanished as much filthier thoughts buried them for good.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist as his hands had wasted no time and found their way under your top, fondling your breast with the hunger of a wolf. Your lips attached to his, you moaned louder than expected as he pushed himself a little harder against you, the obvious stiffness of his crotch pressing against your aching core. Your skirt had risen up to your waist from spreading your legs a little too wide, flashing your white panties as it was now so soaked you could definitely see the outline of your lips, the thin fabric sticking to your slit. Catching your breath, heavy pants breaking your kiss, you looked into Tom’s eyes only to see nothing but pure, absolute lust in them. As you tugged at his brown locks, a couple strand curling slightly at the back of his neck, you watched as his snapback fell to the floor with a thump, unleashing his brown untamed mane.

Suddenly, he didn’t seem so bad, groaning slightly as your fingers scrapped the back of his neck, your lips sucking on his throat for good measures. With his head tilted back slightly, it felt like Tom was getting soft for a while, caving in so you could take control over him. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long as he suddenly traced a hand all the way down to your inner thigh, immediately pushing your panties to the side with his middle finger.

“I knew it…” he smiled, sliding his finger along your slit as you wrapped it up with a glistening coat of arousal. You knew he had won the minute he felt just how wet you were for him, but when it should have been upsetting, you just didn’t care. All you needed now was to feel his cock filling you up in any way he wanted, “who made you this wet, darling?” he smiled, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Don’t be a brat…” you complained as you could see some mischief in the way he looked at you.

“Just say it” he insisted “I want to hear you say out loud just how wet I make you” this wasn’t a request, but an order. And for some obscure reason you didn’t want to figure out, it somehow turned you on even more.

“You…” you started, biting your lip out of nerves, or out of excitement, you weren’t sure quite yet. “You make me so wet, Tom” you almost moaned, pushing yourself a little harder against his hand when he failed to give you exactly what you needed. His fingers. Buried deep inside of you.

“Hmm” Tom groaned, two of his digits spreading your lips apart at a torturing slow pace, “I like the sound of that…” his knuckles were barely halfway when you buckled your hips off the door, begging for more, “what’s that darling? Tell me what you want…” he was whispering by now, slowly pushing his fingers into your desperate slit, “I want to hear you beg for it…”

You felt him push deeper, curving his fingers into a hook every time he reached your g-spot. By now you were so aroused you just knew it would take you more than a couple stroke to cum heavily into his awaiting palm. You could hear the sloppy sound of your own wetness every time he slammed his slick, extremely skilled digits back into your throbbing pussy. His lips curved into a hasty smile as he could feel you literally drip all over his palm and wrist.

“I want you… I want you so much” you barely managed to whimper as he increased the pace, his wrist working its magic between your thighs.

“Hmm hmm? I’m gonna need you to be more specific baby… what exactly do you want?” his thumb grazed your clit for a brief second and that was enough for you to squeal under his touch, making you clench suddenly around his fingers, “say you want my cock” he almost growled as you felt his hard-on twitch against your thigh, begging to be freed.

“I want your cock” you immediately wimped, your own words sending shivers down your spine as you twitched with anticipation, “I want it so, so bad…”

“Good girl…” he hummed, slowing down the pace so he could add a third finger, stretching you out slightly this time, “d’you think you can take it though? It’s pretty big…” he smiled, twisting his hand just enough so he could dig himself a path.

You simply nodded, unable to speak anymore, but as you were about to beg for more, Tom removed his hand, leaving you frustrated and hornier than ever. His face changed suddenly as he watched you pout, his hand reaching up for your lips.

“What about that pretty mouth, then? You think it may fit?” he smiled, spreading your lips apart so you could taste yourself on his soaked fingers. You immediately obliged, sucking at it, one by one, never keeping your eyes off him. When he shoved three of his digits, watching as your tongue twirled around it, cleaning it off completely, you could definitely tell his eyes had gotten darker, filled with unspeakable thoughts you would be begging to hear soon.

“You’re gonna let me fuck that pretty face?” he added, removing his fingers from your mouth so he could give you a soft, cheeky slap on the cheek. You nodded, obedient as ever. “Say it” he commanded, louder this time, “say you want my cock inside your mouth”.

“I want it… I want your cock inside my mouth” you pouted, only because you knew he loved to see you beg like a spoiled little princess. You’d seen it in his eyes, the way he looked at you every time you tilted your head to fake an innocence that was long gone.

Tom stepped back, walking away slowly as he watched you standing there, flustered, your hair all over the place, panting out of lust and frustration. Pulling his shirt off, you watched as his impressive chest unveiled in front of you. Abs like rocks, a thin strand of hair tracing a path from his navel to his crotch, disappearing under his jeans, his impeccable V-line bringing images you never thought you had within yourself. As he pushed his hair back, daunting you with his a look half way between arrogance and disdain, it felt like all signs of dignity had left your brain as all you could think about was to crawl to the floor and beg for his cock.

“What you’re waiting for then, Darling?” he smiled, unzipping his flies as he watched you walk towards him and get on your knees within seconds.

Your hands pulled at his jeans until it finally pooled around his ankles. Looking up to stare into his eyes, you felt both small and powerful, submissive but in control as you were now responsible for this man pleasure. It was up to you whether he’ll get to cum or not. But as you considered edging him as an option, Tom wasted no time in remembering you who was actually in charge.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” he sighed, grabbing your hair into a fist as his other hand stroked his cock through the cotton fabric of his boxers. You could tell he was just horny as you were as a couple pre-cum had already stained his briefs, turning it into a darker shade of grey.

Again, you nodded, removing his hand so you could replace it with yours, palming him through his briefs as he growled against your touch. He was big. Actually much bigger than you expected but somehow, you were up for a challenge. Tracing the outline of his cock with your fingers tips, you felt him push his hands on the back of your head, forcing you to come closer to his crotch.

“I want to fuck your pretty little mouth so, so bad” he groaned as you unexpectedly ran your tongue all over his stiff through the fabric, feeling it twitch as you palmed his balls. By now he was so hard you could feel the veins tracing a dirty road up to his leaking head as Tom started grinding slowly against your mouth, messing up your hair with his desperate fists.

When you pulled down his boxers, you took a couple seconds to stare at his glorious manhood, hard and pressed against his abdomen where it curved slightly, your mouth watering with a thirst you could have never pictured, especially when standing in Tom Holland’s bedroom. And yet, you couldn’t wait to have this magnificent piece of flesh filling up your mouth.

“Like what you see?” Tom smirked, boasting as ever but immediately squinting his eyes with a deep growl the minute he felt your tongue licking at the base, slowly going up until you finally bobbed on his creaming head.

You had always been good at this, giving head. Not that all of your partners would give you a proper review in the morning, pointing out your highs and lows, but there were just things men couldn’t do, like hiding the fact they were just having the time of their lives. And right now, Tom actually looked like there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be than standing here, with his cock in your mouth.

Twirling your hand at the base where you mouth couldn’t go just yet, you started bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking your cheeks in so your mouth would pop every time his dick came out. You had quickly figured out a couple things about Tom, including the fact he just seemed to love it dirty and noisy. You could actually hear him growl louder, his fist tightening its grip into your hair every time he slipped off your lips, only for him to shove it back a little harder and definitely deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it baby… Just like that… you’re such a good girl…”

You were a good girl, indeed. Always had been. Straight-A’s student from day one, the pride and joy of your parents, spending most of your week-ends doing some volunteer work whenever it was needed while being a caring, polite girl who never did anything wrong. Right choices only.

Or so you thought. Obviously, tonight would be always marked as the only questionable decision on your impeccable path to perfection. But still, as Tom grabbed your face with both hands to push himself deeper and all the way down your throat, making you gasp for air slightly, you had no regrets.

You stayed still for as long as your lungs could handle it, holding on to his firm, muscular buttocks as you swallowed him all. Looking down on you, Tom was left speechless as his cock stretched your cheeks out, his balls resting into your palm as you twitched them slowly, making it jolt with both pain and pleasure. When you felt like you were about to gag, you pushed yourself back, gasping for air as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Your cheeks felt numb and yet it missed the feeling of being stretched out already.

“Hmmm baby look at you…. you think you’re ready for it?”

“Yeah” was all you could blurt out. Yes to anything he wanted. You were prepared. You longed for it.

Looking around as Tom started pumping himself, getting ready for you, spitting into his palm to lube himself up so your lips wouldn’t drag along his shaft too much, you just couldn’t believe you were there, kneeling on the navy carpet of Tom Holland’s bedroom, the epitome of the ultimate frat boy. A huge flag from his favorite sports team was hanging above his bed, his never-ending hats collection sitting on wooden shelves by the wall like it was some kind of “frat boy starter pack” Art exhibition. In the corner of the room, you caught an unexpected glimpse at a guitar. It looked fairly new, but never in a million years would you have pictured Tom playing guitar. On his desk, his laptop was still open on a Spotify tab where you’d probably find a playlist based on some typical white boy rap music but against all odds, the room looked neat compared to what you had in mind.

“You look so beautiful” he sighed, out of nowhere, and to be completely honest, had your mouth not been filled with his dick, you would have probably picked up your jaw from the floor. Taking him all in once more, you just pretended you couldn’t hear, sparing you some awkward misunderstanding. Maybe those words were actually directed to his dick. After all, the boy loved himself just that much.

His hands were all over your face, wiping tears from your eyes every time he hit the back of your throat a little too hard, stroking your cheeks, massaging the back of your neck, roaming through your tangled hair as your kept up with his reckless pace, his hips swinging back and forth while you remained completely still so you could take him like a champ.

“God, I love to see you choke on my cock….” He gritted through his teeth “so…so hot…” you could tell he was getting sloppier now, pumping in and out of your mouth abruptly then a lot more slower as a couple twitch from his cock gave you a hint of his upcoming grand finale.

By now, you were a slippery mess, the taste of pre-cum hitting your throat as you dribbled all over his shaft, obscene sounds of suction coming out of your mouth every time he pushed himself out and back in all over again.

“F----uuuuck….fuck baby I’m gonna come!” he grunted, the sudden high-pitch of his broken voice driving you insane as you pushed yourself up a little so you could open your mouth wider, expecting him to fill it up soon enough. “D’you want me to cum in your mouth? Uh?” again, he gave you a little slap on the cheek, not quite hard enough for you to feel any pain. You nodded, moaning whatever came close to a “yes” as every single inch of your mouth was filled with Tom.

You heard him whimper, twitching a couple times, harder with his thrust as his hand fisted into your hair abruptly throughout his climax. Looking up to see his face, your eyes locked with his as he came all over your tongue, raining down your throat with a couple last, sloppy thrusts.

“Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuuu------“

Your eyes immediately teared up as you tried your best to swallow every drop of cum he had to give, the corner of your lips dripping like an overflowing sink.

Then there was a complete silence.

As you wiped your mouth off the thick, warmness of his cum, you felt him kneel to your side, then sit. Both of you looked completely exhausted, drained from every ounce of energy you had left.

“Well, that wasn’t half bad… for a little brat” he spoke again, and you just couldn’t believe he had gathered the energy to say this when he could have chosen silence.

Laughing quietly to yourself so you wouldn’t slap him across the face, you decided not to fuel him up and remained quiet instead. His hair had gone curlier than heaver, his glistening red face making him look like any cute boy you could easily fall for.

“I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna see a lot more of you at frat parties now?” he spoke again, and though it truly pissed you off to admit it, you just knew this wasn’t a one-time thing. For all you knew, this, was barely a prequel to a long, bumpy story of a good girl gone bad.

All because of Tom-fucking-Holland.

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I watched it begin again

Chapter 4 of In Breakable Heaven!

Summary: Reader runs into Spencer again a few weeks later!

Warnings: none

Word Count: ~1800

It was a few weeks later before you ran into Spencer again, literally. You stopped at the grocery store on your way home to pick up some snacks for the binge-watching you were planning for your evening. As you placed the third dessert item in your cart, you turned the corner and ran straight into something- no, someone. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed as you reached for the popcorn you had knocked out of his hands. “Let me get that for you.” As you stood back up, something about the scuff marks on this man’s converse reminded you of someone.

“Hi Y/N.” You finally manage to compose yourself and hand him the popcorn before stuttering out a greeting in return. Spencer glances at your cart before asking, “planning a party?”

  “What? Oh! No, I just had a kind of long day and I wanted to go home and hide from the world while indulging in some sugary treats.” A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you realize you just admitted the multitude of foods in your cart are in fact all for you. “I couldn’t decide what to get, so I figured a little bit of everything would solve the problem.” You laughed awkwardly as you try to explain your cart. It looks as though a three year old had free rein.

  “Trust me, I understand.” Spencer laughed with you. “I always have something sweet nearby. I am definitely known to have a sweet tooth.”

  “Oh, well would you care to join me?” You instantly froze when you realized what you said. You aren’t normally so forward. “I could use a friend.” You add on in hopes of diffusing the growing tension.

  “Um, yeah I’ll, uh, I’ll join you.” Spencer is rubbing the back of his neck as you begin walking through the store.

  “Great! You can pick the ice cream flavor!” You turned and started walking before you could come up with something even more awkward to say.

  You pick out a few more sweet treats before paying for your groceries and heading to your car. Spencer says he will meet you at your place after he helps you load the groceries into the trunk.

15 minutes later, you’ve returned home and put the groceries that need to be kept cold away. You move everything else to the coffee table so you and Spencer can reach whatever you want easily.

  You are reaching up to get some bowls for the ice cream when you hear a knock on your door. You glance through the peephole just to make sure it is Spencer before swinging the door open with a grin. “Welcome to the sweetest apartment in the building!” The two of you laugh as you close and lock the door.

  “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” You aren’t sure what to say now that he’s actually in your apartment. You don’t have the same barriers you had last time. You are both perfectly sober and neither one of you just went through a massive breakup. “Yeah, sure”

  “Got any preference?” You ask as you look through the available movies on Netflix and Hulu. “Oh, uh, no you can pick.” Great, you hate making decisions.

  After a slightly awkward few minutes filled with overanalyzing your movie choices, you finally decide on Mr. and Mrs. Smith because it had a bit of a comedy, action, and romance. “Well, dig in!” You don’t know how else to start the conversation as you rip open a zebra cake, offering Spencer the second one in the bag. He smiles at you as he takes it, easing the tension in the room.

  You fall into a comfortable silence as you both watch the movie. You find yourself sneaking glances at Spencer whenever you really want to see his reaction to a certain scene. You can’t really tell if he’s enjoying it, but he has laughed a few times.

  A half hour into the movie, you decide you want some ice cream. “I’m going to go change and grab some ice cream. Want any?”

  “Oh, yes please” Spencer sounds slightly surprised at your sudden question, but you just walk into your room to find some pajamas. You slip on some shorts and a t-shirt pulling on a pair of fluffy socks as you make your way back into the kitchen to get the ice cream. You decide just to bring the two bowls, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles with you so Spencer can add his own toppings.

  You somehow manage to balance everything as you walk back over to the couch. You are so focused on not dropping the sprinkles that you don’t notice Spencer has been staring at you since you exited your room. He blinks a few times as you set down the toppings exclaiming “it’s a build your own Sunday bar” as you hand him a bowl and a spoon. You sit back down on the couch, closer than before since you need to reach the toppings.

  “Can you pass me the whipped cream?” Butterflies form in your stomach as your hand brushes his.

  “Whipped cream as we know it today was invented by Charles Getz in the 1930s. Of course, hand whipped cream can be dated back to the 16th century. They would use tree or bush branches as a whisk to incorporate air into the cream.” You could listen to Spencer ramble for the rest of your life.

  You smile at him while you squirt enough whipped cream to completely cover the ice cream and then some. You look up to see Spencer staring. Quickly, you look away and hand him the whipped cream. “Sorry, I just really like whipped cream.”

  “No, you don’t need to apologize! I’m just happy.” A confused look forms on your face as you look back, urging him to continue. “I, uh, I’m just glad you feel comfortable enough to be yourself with me. Most people wouldn’t have even admitted this was their plan for the night. I’m happy that you invited me to join you. I absolutely love sugar.”

  “I’m happy that you’re here too. Who else would provide me with unending knowledge about all the sugary treats?” You laugh as you grab the whipped cream, pointing it at him like a weapon. “Now, tell me who invented chocolate or prepare for the consequences!”

  Spencer puts his hands up in mock surrender as he rambles on about chocolate. “Chocolate dates back to 450 B.C.. The Aztecs believed that cacao seeds were the gift of Quetzalcoatl, the god of wisdom, and the seeds once had so much value that they were used as a form of currency. Originally prepared only as a drink, chocolate was served as a bitter liquid, mixed with spices or corn puree. It was believed to be an aphrodisiac and to give the drinker strength. Today, such drinks are also known as "Chilate" and are made by locals in the South of Mexico. After its arrival to Europe in the sixteenth century, sugar was added and it became popular throughout society, first among the ruling classes and then among the common people. In the 20th century, chocolate was considered essential in the rations of United States soldiers during war.” He finished his ramble with a slight smile and a nod.

  You are so taken with his ramblings that you can’t form a response. In a panic, you decide to spray him anyway. Whipped cream goes flying all over the place as he flails in surprise. “Gotcha!” You shriek as he grabs the can and turns it on you. “Not fair, I answered your question! Now you have to answer mine.” He stops to think for a second before asking, “What language is the word dessert derived from?”

  “Now that’s not fair! You are a literal genius. I run a book store.” Spencer laughs at your feeble attempt to protest. “Just answer the question.”

  “Fine, ummmm, Latin?” You are completely guessing and by the smirk growing on his face, you are not correct.

  “Nope.” He says popping the p. “French!” You grins even wider as he sprays the whipped cream, landing some on your face despite you trying to block it with your hands.

  “Damn, I guess this is only fair.” You say rolling your eyes. He just stares at you in response, his mouth falling open just enough to be noticeable. Right as you’re about to ask him what’s wrong, he reaches over and brushes the whipped cream off your face. Before he can reach a napkin, you grab his hand. Pulling it toward you, you wrap your mouth around his fingers, licking all the whipped cream.

You have no idea what possessed you to do that, but instantly you are trying to back track. “Can’t waste any whipped cream!” The two of you had gotten much closer together throughout your whipped cream battle. Close enough that you can look into his warm hazel eyes. 

He leans closer whispering “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Something in his voice spurs you on. You whisper back “you have some on your nose.”

  Leaning impossibly closer, in an uncharacteristic show of bravery he replies “you better take care of that seeing as it’s your fault” in an equally hushed tone. 

You reach up and steady his face with your hands, leaning in to lick the whipped cream off his nose with a slight kiss. Your face flushes as you look into his eyes. You don’t know if you’re moving or he is but you are shifting closer and closer.  

  The sound of explosions break the moment as you both jump back and shift your gaze to the television. “You know, neither one of these two would make a good profiler if they couldn’t tell that their spouse was an assassin.” You laugh at how matter-of-fact that statement was, the moment on the couch drifting to the back of your mind.

  “You’re probably right.” You don’t know what to do with your hands anymore, so you pick up your ice cream. He pulls you back onto the couch and the two of you lean into each other as you eat and finish the movie.

  Two hours later, the two of you are falling asleep on the couch. After the movie ended, you put on random episodes of Parks and Rec. You finished eating and turned off the lights about 45 minutes ago under the ruse that you can see the tv better without the lights. You’ve been talking to each other pretty much nonstop as the episodes play in the background. Nothing too big, just random information about your lives. Your eyes fall shut, yet again, encouraging you to go to bed, but you don’t want the night to end. He seems to feel the same way, and the two of you fall asleep on the couch wrapped up in each other’s arms.

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Based off this prompt (#735) from @ironstrangeprompts

——

“Slick his hair back!”

 “No! No! It looks better down!”

“Ugh! Absolutely not! And what’s with that tie!? I thought we agreed all black was the best choice!”

 “He’s going to an auction not a funeral, you fool!”

 “I say we forgo the suit all together and have him go casual!”

 In all his years practicing the mystic arts, Stephen never once thought his vocation in sorcery would one day lead to him standing half naked in a room surrounded by various old men giving him fashion advice.

 “All of you, quiet!” Wong called out amongst the commotion, silencing all the residents in the room at once. “Besides, what he wears is the least of our problems. What we need to worry about is his seduction skills, or should I say, lack thereof.”

 Wong eyed him disdainfully, crossing his arms and shaking his head at him. Stephen scoffed, spreading his arms out in indignation as the masters around him flittered about.

 “Well he’s going to have to learn soon, or we’ll never get the relic.” Master Dee said as he circled around Stephen, leering over him and reaching out squeeze one of Stephen’s biceps. To the other side of him Master Lhamo leaned in to squint at Stephen’s bottom from behind his glasses—and gave it a firm pinch.

 “Excuse you!” Stephen cried out, jumping away from them as he turned a bright shade of red. “That’s enough! I will not be subjected to manhandling for a relic that — in case you needed reminding—for all we know could have been rendered nugatory after years of obsolescence!”

 “Need we remind you, that regardless of whether or not the relic is still functioning—“ Master Zam growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. “—If whoever gets their hands on it finds a way to get it to work again, they could potentially wipe out all existing life as we know it!”

 Stephen sniffed, turning to look away. Logically he knew the masters were right, now that they’d been made aware of the relic and what it could do, it was of utmost importance that they retrieved it before landed in the wrong hands. The only problem was it’s current location and keeper—the Maria Stark foundation. Worse then, they’d come to find out that not only did the MSF hold proprietorship over the relic, they were looking to auction it off to any bidder with enough money to get it too.

 The even bigger problem with that was that the order was, for lack of a better word—well, broke. So painfully and terribly broke.

 Realizing this is what had brought forth their current plan into fruition—the seduction of Maria Stark’s only son in order to retrieve said relic; Anthony Edward Stark. Unfortunately for all of them however, their plan was proving harder to carry out than they’d at first perceived. First and foremost was the fact that the idea of trying to trick Tony into developing any sort of attraction toward him under false pretenses, didn’t sit well with Stephen. At all. Secondly, there was also Stephen’s shortage of dating from now to all the way back to the days of the accident. It wasn’t really that Stephen lacked the proper skills to charm the pants (literally) off Tony Stark, per say, rather that he lacked the ability to carry them out through his new withdrawn and modest disposition. Which is how he had ended up here, enduring dating tips from people older than the Hindenburg disaster.

 Stephen sighed and pinched the bride of his nose, nodding and plastering on a sardonic smile as he looked around the room. “Very well. Please. As Wong said, I need all the help I can get.”

 “Bah!” Master Tenzin cried out, smacking his hand across Stephen’s back with a bright laugh and causing him choke on his own spit. “Don’t you worry, Stephen, I’ll have you know I was quite the lady charmer before my days in the order. Why the women practically swarmed toward me like bees to honey!”

 “More like flies to dung.” Master Dee sniggered beside him, elbowing Stephen in the side as he laughed—it seemed neither of them new the meaning of personal space.

 Stephen could only offer him a wry smile in return as Master Tenzin waved the other man off, stepping in front of Stephen instead.

 “Hush, you. Now, pretend I’m Stark, young, handsome and ready for the taking.” He said, reaching up a hand to floof his imaginary hair while sticking his hips out seductively.

 “I think you mean ancient, ugly and ready for the grave!” Master Dee called out beside him, trying in no way to hide the obnoxious laughter that followed.

 “You shut your mouth! Stephen needs to focus if he wants to score tonight.” Master Tenzin rebuked, shaking his fist in resentment at his fellow master before looking back to wink playfully at Stephen. “Pay him no mind, Stephen. Just focus on me. Now—” Tenzin’s voice lowered down an octave before he spoke again. “What’s a big strong handsome man like you doing here, hmm?”

 Stephen shuddered in disgust and turned to glare at Wong who merely shrugged. Maybe the destruction of all life in the universe wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  —

 After three long tedious hours of role-playing with Master Tenzin, (along with rude commentary from Master Dee) Stephen was even less sure of himself than he had been before as he stood between the crowd of gala attendees. After almost bumping into the fifth person that night in trying to look for Stark, Stephen opted instead to make his way to the bar. Only to actually bump into someone just as he was about to reach the counter. spilling the person’s drink all over them in the processes. Fantastic.

 “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Stephen mumbled, clumsily trying to wipe down the other person’s shirt with shaky hands. He hoped the tremors weren’t too noticeable, but he also knew his sudden nervousness was only making them worse. “I didn’t mean to—let me—if there’s anything I can do?”

 Stephen winced at his lack of eloquence.

 “Maybe stop trying to do whatever this is? Pretty sure you’re making it worse.” The person chuckled, and Stephen finally decided to look up from his poor attempts at cleaning up his mess, only to find none other than Tony Stark himself. “Another drink wouldn’t hurt either.”

 Stephen could only stare dumbfounded as he tried to say something in response. Retracting his hands he finally settled on: “You don’t drink.”

 Tony raised a brow, pursing his lips and nodding. It wasn’t a secret these days that Tony Stark held an aversion towards alcohol after years of battling substance abuse. Still, Stephen didn’t think stating obvious facts about the man to his own face could be counted as flirting. It seemed Tony agreed, if the amused expression on his face was anything to go by. “Alcohol, yeah. But…I wouldn’t say no to some water?”

 “Right. That was um…” Stephen swallowed and tried to remember what the masters had told him prior to coming to the event. All at once their words swarmed his head in a bewildering mess and Stephen tried to pick out something suitable from the muddle of instructions. “Your eyes are as hard as your body.”

 Stephen wished each of the masters a terrible case of bowel obstruction that night.

 “Excuse me?” Tony asked, furrowing his brow as he tentatively stepped back an inch. “I think your the one who ought to worry about his own drinking habits, pal.”

 “No, please—“ Stephen’s hand lifted slightly before he thought better of it and kept it firmly in its place at his side. “Sorry its just, been a while since I’ve been to one of these things. I guess you could say I’m nervous?”

 Tony’s face softened a bit before he placed a gentle hand on one Stephen’s shoulders and guided him to the far off left side of the bar counter, and away from everyone else. “Well, lucky for you I spend nearly half my time at these things. Allow me to help you settle back in.”

 “Thanks.” Stephen mumbled, turning to call over the bartender only for Tony to brush him off and order for them himself.

 “Water and…?”

 “Water.”

 Tony squinted dubiously at Stephen, repeating his words to the bartender before looking back at him. A moment of silence passed before Tony started to drum his fingers against the counter. Stephen strategically kept his own hands tucked between his thighs.

 “So, not much of a drinker yourself, then?” Tony asked, flashing Stephen a blithe smile.

 Not if I want to be in control of my magic, no. Stephen thought.

 “Not for a while, no.” He said aloud instead. “Sorry, how rude of me, I just realized I haven’t even told you my name.”

 He didn’t reach out a hand for Tony to shake; he didn’t need yet another person’s pity after seeing the state of his damaged hands. “I’m Doctor Stephen Strange.”

 “Tony Stark.” The other man responded easily.

 “I know that.” Stephen smiled.

 “Maybe, but I’m trying not to assume things like that these days.” Tony said, muttering thanks when the bartender came over with their drinks. “Correct me if I’m wrong however, but last I heard Doctor Stephen Strange disappeared off the map completely after a rather nasty car accident. Or am I thinking of another Doctor Stephen Strange?”

 To the onlooker Tony appeared to be nothing but carefree and relaxed in his current company. But Stephen could see the way his body tensed just so, and the suspicious gleam in his eye as he smiled tersely at him. Ever the futurist indeed, Stephen wondered if he’d bumped into him on purpose to better survey him. Stephen couldn’t blame him though; he could only assume what kind of paranoia’s followed a man who’d been kidnapped, betrayed and attacked all in half a lifetime. Even so, Stephen found himself unwilling to reply, his own insecurities and fears teetering around the edges of his mind, besides; perhaps it was best to let Tony take the lead in things. Maybe the spurious sense of control would be enough to aid him in accomplishing his task of retrieving the relic from the other man.

 “So tell me, what are you doing here, Doctor Strange.” Tony continued after a beat of Stephen’s silence. Reaching over he picked up his glass to take a sip, eyes never leaving Stephen as he did.

 “I’m here for the auction like everyone else.” Stephen answered mindfully.

 “Really now…” Tony dragged out the words as a heedful smirk made its way over his features before his gaze roamed over Stephen’s face, looking for any signs of ambiguity. “I can’t help but wonder how you’re even going to partake in tonight’s main event, given that you’re broke now and all.”

 Stephen sucked in a harsh breath and tried not to let the flippant words get to him. He still had a job to do regardless, and if that meant putting up with Tony’s glib attitude then he had no choice but to accept every word thrown at him. He closed his eyes and counted backwards from ten before opening them again to look at Tony with his best enticing smile. Leaning forward he settled his mouth against Tony’s ear, just scarcely brushing his lips over his lobule.

 “If you take me somewhere more private, I could show you.” He whispered provocatively, enjoying the sound of Tony’s breathe hitching as he made out the sight of the man’s body shivering from the corner of his eye. “What do you say, Mr. Stark?”

—

 Stephen cried out as Tony all but flung him onto the bed, and leaned over him to press desperate kisses against his neck. Stephen moaned softly, trying to press back against Tony when he felt the other man grind down against him until a sudden feeling of revulsion and erring washed over him.

 “Stop.” He cried out weakly, shaky hands pressing up against Tony’s chest. “Stop...”

 “What?” Tony murmured against the side of his face.

 “I said stop. Please.” Stephen said, louder this time.

 In an instant Tony was crawling off of him, moving to his side and giving him ample room away from him on the bed. His face was scrunched up in overt worry but Stephen found he couldn’t look at him in that moment, instead turning to look at the ceiling and reaching up to cover his face in his hands.

 “Hey, you ok?” He heard Tony ask quietly from the other side of the bed. Stephen also heard him slide off it after a long pause of silence. “Right, ok. I’m sorry, really, I just want to know if you’re ok. Or…do you want me to leave? Cause I can leave if you need that, just say the word and—“

 Stephen let out a pitiful laugh from behind his hands before whining in self-pity. “No, it’s not you. I just—I’m sorry but I can’t do this to you.”

 “Um, I’m pretty sure I wanted this.” Tony chuckled nervously. “Like, really wanted this.”

 “That’s exactly the problem.” Stephen mumbled.

 “How is that a problem?”

 “Because I’m using you.” Stephen said, pulling his hands away and pushing himself onto his elbows to look at Tony dejectedly. Tony made a non committal hum, cradling his chin with his fingers as though to appear deep in thought.

 “Maybe, but you know, I’m pretty fine with being used by you.” Tony grinned, still flushed from his earlier tumble with Stephen.

 “You don’t understand.” Stephen shook his head. “I’m supposed to be getting your mothers vase.”

 Tony blinked stupidly at him before slumping back against the wall with a bemused expression.

 “Huh, that’s a first.” He muttered under his breath. He nodding like he knew exactly what Stephen was talking about. “So what, you figured the best way to do that would be to sleep with me?”

 Stephen could see the mental hurtles he was going through in that moment and decided to take pity on him.

 “Not me, it was actually my colleague’s idea.” Stephen said as he got off the bed and bumped his hands twice together before twin mandala’s sparked to life in front of him and submerged the room in a soft yellow glow. Before he knew it, the blue flare of one of Tony’s repulsors’ was merging with the phosphorescence of his magic to illuminate the space around them as well. 

 “You have about ten seconds to explain before I turn you into dust particles.” Tony bit out harshly, any traces of nonchalance and playfulness long gone as he aimed the repulsor straight at Stephen’s face.

 “I’m not here to cause trouble.” Stephen said, his own features taking on a more serious note.

 “One.” Tony countered.

 “But you have to listen to me, the fate of the universe depends on it.”

 “Two.” Tony continued. “Three.”

 “Please! The vase you’re auctioning off tonight, it’s not just any antique decoration!” Stephen tried to cut to the chase, but there was so only so much he could explain under Tony’s impossible time limit. “It’s an ancient artifact that could destroy all life as we know it!

 “Four, five, Six…”

 “Stop that!”

 “Seveneightnineten.” Tony finished pointedly before his frown deepened. “Time’s up. Sorry, but that’s a bullshit excuse if I ever heard one. And I’ve heard a lot.”

 “Please! Just give me a chance to prove it to you! That’s all I ask!” Stephen pleaded; firm and steady even with Tony threatening his life.

 Something in his expression must have exuded some semblance of sincerity—or perhaps it was more like desperation— as Tony lowered his arm some, analyzing Stephen through his suspicion like before.

 “Let’s say I do believe you—“

 “I should hope so.” Stephen murmured. Tony lifted his hand back again, flashing the light of the repulsor directly into Stephen’s eyes once more. “Right, not the best time to joke around.”

 Tony let out a sarcastic chuckle, smiling at him snidely.

 “Great observation, Merlin.” He taunted. “Anyway, even if I do decide to go along with this, how the hell are you going to prove to me that, that vase is some sort of evil portal or whatever?”

 Stephen fought back the urge to correct Tony’s statement and forced himself to swallow his pride. He offered him a jaded smile in return and lowered his hands in hope of manifesting the appearance of solidarity between them.

 “If you take me somewhere more private, I could show you.” He repeated his words from earlier, softer and lighter this time around.

 Tony lowered his arm, brown eyes easing with back somewhat into their familiar teasing vigilance. He smirked apprehensively at Stephen, letting his gaze rake over him in intrigue. Almost as though he was being presented with a new and exciting and project. Stephen supposed he was. He didn’t move as Tony walked over and leaned in close to his ear like he had done to him before.

 “Do me wrong, and you won’t live to regret it.” He warned harshly before his tone took on a huskier tone. “Do my right, and maybe I’ll let you do me in other ways afterwards.”

 Stephen let out a shaky breath. He was definitely going to rub this in the masters, and Wong’s faces once this was all said and done. For now, he’d gladly work with Tony to retrieve the dangerous artifact and move on to more pressing, or rather, pleasing matters.

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Ivy - Jadon Sancho

Player: Jadon Sancho (with a guest appearance of Marco Reus)

Word count: 847

Prompt: “You are dating one of Sancho teammates and your boyfriend is cheating on you. Everyone in the team knows about it and Sancho gets mad at him for doing that to you 1st because no one deserves that and 2nd because he loves you and would never treat you that way. He doesn’t understand why your boyfriend is having an affair when he has the most beautiful and intelligent woman by his side.” (Request by Anon) 

A/N: I combined this request with Ivy by Taylor Swift, I hope you’re alright with that, Anon! Your prompt goes so well with the lyrics, so I just kinda seized the opportunity 😅✨ Also, Jadon is still playing for Borussia Dortmund in this fic, so I could include my problematic fave Marco Reus as the cheating boyfriend! ✨ If you guys have any more requests (for our Taylor Swift series or in general), please let us know! 💖😊

"Give me that!" I reach for the wine bottle on the table that Marco has left there before stepping out on the pitch a minute ago, much to Jadon’s surprise, though. "I thought you-"

"Change of priorities," I interrupt him harshly, shrugging. I take a sip and crack a smile. It's good wine. No wonder Marco prefers getting drunk over spending time with me. "Change of heart, actually."

"I see," he says. He's so unfazed by everything, it's unbelievable! I watch him scratching at the ink on his forearm, as if he was trying to claw his own skin off. Maybe he's not all that calm and collected after all... "How come you're not watching Marco play?"

Are you actually that oblivious or are you just pouring salt into the wound? "I've watched him play so many times." Why the fuck do you even care, anyways?

"So?"

"So?"

"I thought you were in love with Marco."

The bottle almost slips out of my fingers into the dirt and grime on the hardwood floor of the dressing room. "I-, I, umm, I was."

He looks up at me. "Ah." Then, he looks down again. "Let me guess. Homeboy cheated?" 

"He did." Not just once. Not twice either. In fact, he has a whole ass fling going on behind my back. But he doesn’t know that I know about it yet.

"Too bad."

"It really is." I take one last more swig before setting the wine bottle aside. I’ve never been a big drinker, but after that thing with Marco... I’d try about anything to take my mind off things. “Jadon... Why are boys so strange at times?”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Strange? I wouldn’t exactly call Marco’s behaviour strange, to be honest.” Excuse me? Are you coming to that cheater’s defense now or what? “It’s just... pathetic.” Ah. Alright. Couldn’t agree more.

“Maybe it’s what I deserve...” 

“Bullshit!” Jadon frowns at me, I get the feeling that if he wasn’t injured, he would’ve jumped to his feet to lecture me. “Honestly, you’re such a kind soul, always smiling, always trying to make people happy. And-, umm, you’re so beautiful, too...” Beautiful? I think I got off at the wrong station! “Oh, come on!” I snort, shaking my head at him while my cheeks are getting warm. “I can’t be all that beautiful and kind and whatever if Marco found himself someone else!” Someone better, I suppose.

“The man’s off his rocker or something!” No, Jadon, you are off your rocker for thinking I’m something special! “Like, why would he have an affair when he already has the most beautiful and intelligent lady by his side?” His words hit home. It’s been a while since Marco has called me anything like that. Truth be told, it’s been a while since we’ve had a decent conversation in general. Right now, it’s nothing more than “Good morning”, “Have a nice day” and “Good night”. Day after day. I don’t feel welcome anymore. I have no idea why I’m here tonight. 

“Hey, I thought I’m the one who’s drunk!” I exclaim, even giggling a little. I don’t know, he just makes me feel like there’s ivy growing out of the cracks of the stone-cold boulder my heart has turned into. Ivy - because it represents fidelity. Something that Marco surely is lacking. And Jadon... He’s so unlike him!

“What do you mean?” he asks so nonchalantly. “I’m being serious!”

“Are you trying to confess your love or what?” I frown at him. I mean, I wouldn’t even be surprised! Not after that long, long talk with Jude. About Marco’s side bitch and Jadon who apparently likes me quite a lot.

He blushes visibly as he’s struggling for words. “Umm... Well... Perhaps.” Oh, goddamn...

“Jadon, I-” I wish I could. But I can’t. “I’m dating Marco.” Officially. But actually... Our love has died a long time ago already. I have no idea why I’m still grieving for it after everything he has put me through.

“I know...” I can see his Adam’s apple moving underneath his tanned skin. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“I wish I wasn’t,” I tell him unceremoniously. 

“Mhm,” he makes merely. I don’t know what to say, I just put the wine bottle up to my lips again, secretly wishing his kiss was numbing my pain instead of an ocean of alcohol. “You could... break up with him,” he suggests carefully. Oh, really? No shit! “I-, I don’t know...” Yeah, I don’t know why I’m still holding onto the shards of our relationship either. “Maybe...” To be honest, that thought has crossed my mind before. Multiple times.

“It’d be the right thing to do,” he says and I know that he’s right about that. “He’s just making you miserable.”

“But-”

“No buts. That relationship isn’t going anywhere anymore and you know it.” I do. “Honestly, dump him!”

I just sigh. There really is nothing left to do. Except for running from the mess with Marco. So whatever Jadon and I have going on now can blossom instead.

[benditlikepress]

a twenty-first century male (vessel)

adventures in modern sex and dating with a millenia-old celestial being, the man who may or may not have a thing for him, and the brother who just wants 1 (one) moment of peace 

ft a panicked dean, an exhausted/delighted sam, and a demisexual castiel just trying his best

my first ever time writing these characters and it's a little cracky but at least I had fun? I'm sure 100 people have done this idea before and I don't care 💞 

8k words, rated m for innuendo

 read in full on ao3

Cas has been gone for a while and fuck if Dean hasn't missed him.

He’s sitting now between Dean and Sam at a table a little too far from the bar in the only joint in town that was open at this time on a weekday.

Dean likes when Cas joins them on hunts. His skills are useful, that's a given, but his company too. It adds a different dynamic to their conversations, having a third there. It's nice to have someone else to talk to full stop - him being Dean's best friend is an added bonus.

They arrived in town early this morning, fresh on the trail of three unexplained deaths in the woods in the last two months. Everyone they came across seemed to have a different story about what it was (“It was a tall shadowy man” “no it was two” “one was definitely a woman”), and so they’d planned to go into the woods overnight to have a look for themselves.

Night hunting meant time to kill, and bars were always good for that. Sam and Dean are one beer down, but Cas in true Cas-style had taken a long enthusiastic swig of his when given it and has entirely forgotten about its existence since then.

They’d been engaged in a hushed conversation about EMF readings and potential demons for the last couple of minutes, and when a bartender approaches them with a drink they’re quick to shut up. Dean thumps his foot against Cas’ under the table.

“This is for you.” The bartender puts the beer down next to Cas’ ¾ full one. "From the guy over there." The bartender points to a table of three men and two women. One of the guys, a dark-haired bespectacled man with stubble, raises a hand at Cas and looks back at his table who are laughing. Cas frowns.

"I don't want another drink."

"He- he's kidding." Dean stops Cas before he can hand back the beer. "Thanks."

The bartender nods disinterestedly and leaves. Cas looks at the mystery beer with a frown, and then up at Dean.

"You told me not to trust drinks from strangers in bars."

Sam looks accusingly at Dean, who coughs. He did say that, he remembers. Around the time of their first case together, when they'd been to a bar and a guy had put a drink in front of Cas that looked a little cloudy. Was he hard-wired to be paranoid? Maybe. Had a tiny selfish part of him been saying it for other reasons, too? He didn't like to dwell on it. 

"Yeah, that's right. I saw him pour this one, though, so you're good."

Cas holds up the beer and nods in the direction of the man.

“Someone has an admirer.” Sam says, more to himself, before engaging back in their previous conversation. One-sided that it is - Cas is looking at the man across the room, and Dean is watching him. He can see even from the view of the back of his head that its tilted a little in confusion. Sam tries to catch his eye and Dean avoids it. 

Before Dean has time to react properly the man is coming over to their table and fuck Dean wishes the ground would swallow him up. Quickly, preferably.

“Hey.” The man’s voice is slow and a little awkward and he accentuates the word with a look back at his friends at their table. “I’m sorry, my friends were bugging me to come over.”

"Thank you for the drink."

"No problem. You looked like you needed a refill, I couldn't let you get one from anyone else."

"Are refills your personal responsibility?" He knows Cas isn't trying to flirt. He can hear the uncertainty in his voice, almost as if checking if the man has an actual job as a territorial drinks re-filler. Still, the words make him queasy as the man smiles. 

"Only when the drinkers are as cute as you."

Dean looks away from the man to Cas when he says this, and Cas looks more bashful than Dean can remember him. He doesn’t seem sure what to say, and so the man continues.

"So are you new in town?"

"Yes, we're just passing through."

"I see. Sticking around for long?"

"Probably just the one night."

"Must be a tight squeeze, all of you in one bed." There's a questioning quirk in the man's eyebrow and Dean feels a little sick. 

"Sam and Dean are brothers, they don't share a bed."

"Right. And who's bed are you sleeping in?"

"I don't have a bed."

"Huh." The guy looks at Cas for a long moment, as though trying to see if he was being serious. Then, a smile cracks and his eyes darken. "How about this. You need a bed, you give me a call. I'm James."

"Thank you, James. I'll keep that in mind."

The man, James, bends down and writes his number on a napkin that he pushes towards Cas with his fingers. Cas nods and offers a small smile and James looks at Sam and then at Dean, and Dean isn’t sure what’s evident on his own face because suddenly James is out of there as quick as he can manage.

There’s a few seconds of silence after he leaves. Sam clears his throat.

“Cas..”

“What?” Cas frowns. “That was a kind offer, if a little odd. Do you think it was suspicious? He’s human, but..”

"Cas.."

"What?"

"You know that was a come-on, right?"

"Oh. Really?" Cas looks back over at the table where James is now blushing, any confidence immediately dissipated now he's back around his guffawing friends. "It's difficult to tell sometimes."

"Why'd you think he got you a drink?"

"Because.." Cas stops, and Sam laughs.

"Because you're cute?"

(continue reading on ao3)

[equustenebris]

So I read a drabble by @doctor-gyro-gearloose, and in response to that @three-brave-ducks-chugging-hj7 brought up the idea of Mads bringing Gyro chamomile tea. And I just. Couldn't get it out of my head. And it wouldn't leave me alone until this happened. A big thanks to @three-brave-ducks-chugging-hj7 for letting me "borrow" this idea! Enjoy!

Chamomile Tea

Gyro Gearloose was mostly a coffee drinker -- strong, usually black, and as many cups as he could stand before the jitters made holding a screwdriver next to impossible. There was just too much work to get done, too many all-nighters to pull, and coffee was the fastest -- and cheapest -- way to prop himself up to get through the day.

So it was with more than a little surprise when he came up from the lab for a midnight snack to find a full cup of piping hot chamomile tea sitting on the table. He glanced around, but Helper must have already headed to bed, or perhaps he was cleaning up somewhere else.

He took a seat at the table, groaning a little. Everything ached; it was only midnight, but he was already planning to make this his second all-nighter so far in the week, and his body was protesting that idea. There were just so many projects backed up, and not enough hours in the day.

The tea smelled so light and inviting that he couldn't help but take a sip. Maybe this was Helper's way of trying to get him to relax and go to bed. Well, while he didn't want to disappoint Helper, he decided it would probably be best to make another cup of coffee after the tea and get back to the lab. There was just too much left to do.

He took another swallow, staring off listlessly, mind swirling with project ideas, blueprints, due dates. He took another sip, slumping a little over the table. He didn't remember a simple chamomile tea being this relaxing. He also didn't remember the last time he went to bed before two in the morning.

Maybe Helper had a point after all. Maybe it actually would be better if he just went to bed instead. That wouldn't be so bad, he could get an early start the next morning, and besides, holding his ideas in his head was starting to become a Herculean effort. He took another drink, closing his eyes, eyelids and shoulders suddenly unusually heavy.

"Okay, okay, Helper," he mumbled quietly to himself, forcing himself out of the chair, legs heavy and thick as he walked to the staircase. "You win. I’ll just -- go to bed."

The heaviness of sleep weighed so greatly on him that as he stumbled up the steps to his bed, he didn't even notice Helper's muffled yelling and struggling coming from the hallway closet.

---

The next morning he staggered downstairs, groggy and confused, rubbing his bleary eyes with the heel of his hand. How long had he slept? He did a double take at the microwave clock, startling. Had he really slept twelve hours straight?

Just as he was pondering just how effective Helper's tea really was, he finally took note of the strange, aggressive thumping coming from his hallway closet. "What--?"

He pulled open the closet door with a startled yelp as Little Helper flopped out to the floor, tied up from shoulders to ankles, gag wrapped tightly around his bulb. "Helper!" he cried, quickly yanking him free of the ropes. "What happened?!"

"Bzzzzt!" Helper exclaimed, gesturing frantically as Gyro pulled him into his arms and stood, but Gyro's attention was already elsewhere as he spotted a letter on the table, obviously scrawled quickly, in his own handwriting.

Hello, sweetheart. You left your window unlocked yesterday. I hope that drugged tea helped you finally get some rest. It should have completely worn off by the time you're reading this, if not, just have another cup of coffee, hmm? You'll want to let your Little Helper out of the closet; send him my apologies, won't you? This was for your own good.

Sorry for the surprise, darling, but don’t worry. Nothing's missing, except a bag of sugar and a few eggs (shopping is, as you can imagine, quite difficult for a wanted criminal). I also borrowed your spring bar tools. I’ll bring them back sometime soon. No promises on when -- so no planning a rendezvous with the Duck Avenger.

You work yourself too hard, darling. Next time, look after yourself and get some sleep on your own, so I won't need to make any more tea.

Love,

MD

Gyro panted softly, glancing around to the living room window. It was open just a crack, a gentle summer breeze blowing through. He slammed it shut, quickly locking it -- though the horses were long gone out of the barn, or rather, the Mad Ducktor had long since left with a bag of his sugar.

Helper clung tight to his neck, a gesture somewhere between a comforting hug and a nervous grip. Gyro just stared out the window, frozen in thought.

Perhaps tonight, he decided, mouth dry, he would check all of the windows and doors and make sure everything was locked -- and then go to bed at a reasonable hour.

[jawabear]

Hello! I have a writing request 🥺 for Javi (Narcos). Can Y/n be a forensic psychiatrist, so Javi's coworker, but like from a different branch in the DEA. And can they be sort of friends, but you know, with the soft fuzzy feelings of something more than friendship. Oh, and if it isn't too much, could you include prompt 110? I'd like some fluff, maybe with some angst in the beginning. I read "Flowers' and I really liked it, so maybe that kind of vibe. Thank you already and happy holidays! 🥺

One Visit (Javier Peña X Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: I apologise for taking so long in writing this Anon. It was a challenge but I really enjoyed writing it. I hope I managed to write something close to what you requested or at least something you can enjoy. I got a little carried away so it’s a bit longer that I originally intended. I took it that the prompt you meant was from my prompt list but I apologise if not. Thank you for requesting! It was an interesting request and I’m glad you like my other story Flowers. That’s one of my favourites. Italics represent thoughts and flashback (I hope you’re able to figure out which is which). I hope you enjoy it. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Fem!Reader, drinking, smoking, Javi struggling with his feelings, Steve being annoying, talks of death

Summary: One visit. That’s all it took for him to remember his feelings for her.

“All I’m saying, Javi, is that it wouldn’t hurt to just try dating” Steve reiterate for his friend as they walked through the halls of the DEA office on their way outside.

This was all Steve had been going on about for the past two week. Javi getting a girlfriend. It wasn’t really that Javier was against getting a girlfriend. He just didn’t think he deserved one. Nor did he think he was boyfriend material. But he really didn’t know why Steve was all of a sudden hell bent on finding him a girl.

“Is there really no in you like?”

“I really have no idea what your obsession is with finding me a date, but can you stop?” Javi sighed.

Finally they made it outside and Javi was thankful to get some fresh air after being stuck inside all day which was really the only reason they had come outside in the first place. But as they were there, they both decided to light up a cigarette.

A little while into their smoke, a car pulled up outside the DEA building drawing both agents’ attention. From out of the back of the sleek black car came a girl. She pulled a bag from the car and swung it over her shoulder. She said something to the driver and gave him a smile before closing the car door and turning towards the building.

“Holy shit” Javi whispered as he threw his cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out with his foot.

Steve noticed the way Javi’s eyes never left her as she walked over to him. She smiled and waved to him and he gave an acknowledge nod and a quick and nervous smile. “Hey Javi!” She said happily as she stopped a little distance away from the two agents.

“(Y/N)” he said, not sound as happy as she did, he sounded a little nervous or flustered. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Apparently you’re new boss wants to meet me. I don’t know why she wants to meet me when I’m not the one in charge of the department but according to my boss I’m the “best in the business” or something like that” she said using air quotes.

“As humble as ever I see” he commented making her laugh slightly. Steve stood there awkwardly as the two stared at each other. He could see what was happening even if they couldn’t.

He cleared his throat catching both Javi’s and (Y/N)’s attention. “Hi, I’m Steve Murphy. Javier’s partner” Steve introduced him self knowing that Javi wouldn’t. He held out his hand and she took it with a smile and shook it.

“(Y/N) (L/N)” She said “I’m a forensic psychiatrist for the DEA”

“Well, that a whole load of words I don’t understand” Steve joked making (Y/N) laugh cutely. Javi loved her laugh but not when it was directed at someone other than him.

“Well, I’ve got to go” she said as she removed her hand from Steve’s “it was lovely meeting you Steve. And it’s always a pleasure Javi. I’m sure I’ll see you both around but I really should get going”

“Y-Yeah, bye (Y/N)” Javi smiled softly to her as she walked past them and into the building.

Javi glance at Steve who was smirking at him “what the hell are you looking at me like that for?” He asked angrily.

“No reason” Steve said throwing his smoke to the floor and patting Javier’s shoulder. “No reason at all” he said before walking back inside. Javier let out a heavy sigh and rubbed over his face.

“Of all the fucking people” he mumbled as he looked up. He wasn’t really talking to anyone, unless there was a god up there who was listening and who hated him. He shook his head and followed his partner back inside.

The two agents sat back at their desks, Javi was reading through some files while Steve sat there. Watching and calculating. It was blindingly obvious what was happening and Steve simply found it funny that Javier was either an idiot or ignoring it.

“So it’s (Y/N) then?” Steve said finally after watching his friend for about ten minuets. He was trying his hardest but failing to contain his smirk.

“What?” Javi was trying to ignore him by distracting himself with papers but the mention of (Y/N)’s name always made him listen.

“It’s (Y/N)” Steve said again “it’s her who you like”

“Are you really still on this?” Javier sighed as he lit up a cigarette.

“Well, I’m just saying that she is a very beautiful girl and you two seemed to get on pretty well. Maybe you should ask her out” Steve suggested.

“I’m not a kid, Murphy. And besides, she wouldn’t go out with me anyway” he mumbled the last part but Steve caught it loud and clear.

“Is she single?” He asked.

Javier was losing his patience a little with his partner “as far as I’m aware. Yes, she is single” he answered. Javi could already guess the next words that would come out of his partner’s mouth and he didn’t want to hear it. “I’m not discussing this with you anymore” he said sternly “stop fucking about and actually do something” Steve just made a noise before standing and leaving, probably to go get a coffee.

Javi sighed again and held his head in his hands. He was getting stressed out because Steve was right. Of course he was right. Javi did like (Y/N). He had since the moment they met. But what’s not to like? She smart, funny, caring and so beautiful. It was a wonder to him that she hadn’t got a boyfriend yet. Any guy would be lucky to have her. He just wanted to be that guy.

What the hell is wrong with me? He though angrily as he ran his hands through his hair. Pull yourself together Javier. It’s not going to happen.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was sat in Messina’s office listening to her ramble on about how things work now she’s in charge and whatnot. But (Y/N) wasn’t really listening to what she was saying. She was too distracted in her own thoughts.

Anyone who worked for the DEA knew about Javier Peña’s reputation. Everyone knew he was the asshole. Everyone knew his way of getting information. And for someone with the right mind, that would be enough to put them off him. But not (Y/N). Oh no.

Perhaps it was just her analytical nature that came with her job role that drew her to the dashing DEA agent. She saw a man who was clearly struggling. A man who was hiding himself from something or someone. Probably himself. She saw someone who by all accounts had dropped most their morals for the sake of a job. But she knew that beyond all that, beneath that cold exterior, was a kind and gentle man who simply wanted to be loved. She knew this because she had seen it.

It was a few months after they had first met. She was still pretty new to Columbia and she hadn’t really made many friends outside the people she worked with closely. Javier was the only other familiar face she knew. They both found themselves at the same bar at the same time, unintentionally of course.

(Y/N) didn’t know whether to approach him but he looked a little run down and she though she could maybe help with whatever was troubling him. She drew in a deep breath and walked over to him taking the empty stool beside him.

“(Y/N)?” He said a little confused to see her in a place such at this. She didn’t at all strike him as a drinker. She was a good girl who always played by the rules and never drank. So he though.

And he was right. She just ordered a glass of water.

“You don’t mind if I sit with you, Javier?” She asked shyly.

“No, of course not” he flashed her a brief smile before downing the rest of his drink, which she guessed to be a whiskey, before he held up his glass gesturing for a refill. “What brings you here?” He asked her as he swirled his freshly poured drink in his glass.

“I um...well I don’t really get out much. Or I didn’t at least when I lived in the states. Believe it or not I’m not a very “out going” person. So I thought that maybe I would try and be different down here, you know, new life and all” she laughed meekly as she circled the rim of her glass “a-and I just needed to clear my head from today...”

“Tough day?” Javi asked, his voice held a caring tone that made her feel warm inside, but he wasn’t looking at her, he was still more interested in his drink.

“The people down here are a lot more...intense than back in the states. I’m not really used to what I’m being given...”

“Well, you must be good at what you do. Other wise they wouldn’t have spent all that money flying you out here to work” he said “don’t worry though (Y/N),” the sweet caring tone of his voice had gone and changed into one of sarcasm “you’ll get used to it and you’ll become the same as everyone else who works in this shithole” he held up his drink and studied it for a brief moment before taking a massive swig “drinking away all your problems...” he mumbled to himself.

“I-Is that what you do?” (Y/N) asked quietly, not wanting to over step any boundaries. After all, they still didn’t really know each other. “You just drink away your problems”

“Yep” he spoke lowly but a hint of humour to his singular word.

“That’s-That’s not a great habit to get into Javier” she said “that’s pretty dangerous”

“Are you trying to get all psychologist on me?” He laughed.

“Psychiatrist” she correct “and no. Not really. But...maybe instead of just drinking, you could talk to someone about what’s going on with you. It might be better, and cheaper”

“(Y/N),” he said flatly as he put his drink on the bar and turned to face her “I haven’t spoken to anyone about my problems since my mother died when I was ten. If anyone cared about my problems, then I wouldn’t have any. But because no one does, I’m stuck with them”

“I care” she said quietly “and not just because it’s kind of my job to care about people but because...out of everyone I’ve met so far in my time being here, you’ve been the nicest to me. And I want to return the favour. So...if you wanted to talk, I’m here to listen even if you don’t want me to help you”

Javier frowned at her words. It wasn’t like a frustrated or fed up frown. It was more of a...sad frown. He swallowed his drink in one go, which was clearly a mistake on his part judging by the sharp hiss he let out from the burn of the drink. He rubbed his forehead as he set his now empty glass down but made no move to ask for another one.

“What do you want to know?” He asked.

The rest of the night they talked and they talked. Somehow, she managed to get him to open up to her. Not completely. She could tell that there were things he was not willing to share with her, at least not yet. But she saw a side of him that no one ever had. A warmer side. A more...vulnerable side.

Javi told her about his close relationship to his mother and how heart broken he was when she died. That was something he had never told anyone. He never spoke of his family, and certainly not his mother. But it seemed after that, he just kept going. He said how much he missed her and how much he needed her.

She didn’t tell him this because she didn’t quite know how to word it without making things seem worse. But in her head she came to the conclusion that his behaviour towards women was most likely a result of not having that female connection in his life. He didn’t have a loving mother or woman in his life like most people might, and the way he described their bond, clearly it had taken a serious toll on his life. But she wasn’t exactly surprised. The death of anyone in someone’s life can cause problems and pain. Especially a family member.

“Does that all sound doable to you?” Messina’s voice cut through her thoughts bringing her back to reality.

“O-Oh...y-yes. Yes” (Y/N) stuttered as she shifted in her seat to look a little more professional. “No actually. My apologies but I...”

“Wasn’t listening?” Messina said with a slight smile “I appreciate your honesty. It’s more then what I get here. All I was saying was that things are going to be run a bit differently from your end. Your work will stay the same but the work load may be different. Less. These people are dangerous and by the way these missions and raids have been going, it’s far more likely that the offenders you are meant to treat end up six feet under”

“Right...” (Y/N) said quietly with a nod.

“And also, if your up for it, I would like you to come down every so often and maybe check up on some of our own agents here”

“That’s not really what my job is” (Y/N) laughed nervously. She didn’t like telling people no but she wasn’t exactly cut out for the role of councillor to DEA agents.

“I know” Messina nodded “but your boss said you were the one must cut out to do it. It wouldn’t be something that you change from your current position to. Just, every so often coming down here and just talking to the agents. I think you can agree that with things happening in the world right now, everyone could use someone to talk too”

(Y/N) nodded but was still a little on the fence about the whole idea. Technically, it wasn’t too big an ask. She was technically qualified to do it, and it was technically what she was already doing. But what she was doing now was a little more advanced and intense then talking to agents about what they have seen in the field.

But she supposed it wasn’t too different to what she had done with Javi.

“But saying that, they probably wouldn’t even except the help. They prefer to bottle up their emotions and take it out on something or someone else” (Y/N) had a strong suspicion that she was referring to Javi, unless that was just something that all DEA agents did. “Especially agent Peña” There it was.

“Agent Peña” (Y/N) repeated quietly.

“He’s one of our agents focusing on the Escobar case, along with his partner-“

“Steve Murphy. Yes. I met him this morning. Me and Javier already know each other”

“Right” Messina said “well, you go careful with him” (Y/N) didn’t really know what she meant by that but she didn’t have time to question it before Messina stood and held her hand out to (Y/N) “I appreciate you coming out here”

(Y/N) stood too and shook her hand “thank you for having me. It was a pleasure”

“The pleasure was all mine. Let me show you out” just then the phone rang and (Y/N) waved off the offer.

“I know the way” she smiled soft before leaving the office and letting out a deep breath when the door had closed.

“Dude,” Steve said as he leaned over his desk to get Javi’s attention “heads up”

Javi turned and saw (Y/N). He wasn’t quite in control of his body as he ran over to her, offering to show her the way out of the base.

“So how was it?” He asked her.

“It was okay. I don’t really know what I was expecting. I wasn’t really told much about why I was coming here other than the fact she wanted to meet me”

“What did you talk about?”

“Not much. She just filled me in on who she was, her background and all that. And our role in helping the DEA. And...my role in the DEA”

“She didn’t fire you did she?” Javi said quickly.

“No!” She laughed “no, she didn’t fire me. I don’t think she has the power to fire me herself” Javi felt a little bit embarrassed after that “she sort of offered me a new job? I’m not really sure what she is planning though. She wants me to come here every so often to check on you DEA agents. You know, talk to you, make sure you’re okay”

“Well, I can’t imagine anyone else being the one for that role” they reach the outside of the base and came to a stop at the top of the steps. “So...where are you going now?”

“Technically it’s my day off so, home I guess”

“Right” he nodded “I’d give you a ride...but the boss said we’re not allowed off base”

“Following the rules? That’s not like you Javier” she chuckled. “It’s fine though. My ride should be here any second now anyway” as if on cue, the same sleek black car from earlier pulled into the gates “see”

“Y-Yeah” Javi said quietly.

“Well I um...I better go. But it was nice seeing you again Javi, even if it wasn’t for very long”

“Yeah. It was nice. Great. Great to see you again..”

“I’ll um..see you some when” she said as she began walked down the steps towards the car. He just waved as she got to the car and got in.

“Fuck” he swore under his breath watching as the car drove off “fuck”

Time seemed to drag on from that point until it was time to close up shop. The base was near empty aside from Javi, Steve and a few other officers who tended to always flitter around.

Steve let out a groan as he stretched his arms above his head “well,” he began “that’s me done” he dropped his arms and stood grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and his gun from his desk drawer. “You staying on?”

“Uh...yeah. I’m just gonna...finish up some stuff” Javi said taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Ain’t got a hot date tonight then, huh?” Steve teased.

“No, I do not” Javi mumbled.

“That’s a real shame, man” Steve tutted as he adjusted his jacket.

“Why do you care so much about it anyway?” Javi asked.

“‘Cause you deserve someone Javi. You should’ve asked (Y/N) out. I’m sure she would’ve said yes” Javi didn’t respond, he just continued typing away at the typewriter. “Well, night Javi”

“Yeah” Javier grumbled as his partner left.

It was painfully quiet in the base. There were other officers still lingering about but none that Javi really knew. So really, he was alone.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray on his desk and leant back in his chair, running his hands over his face and groaning to himself. He dropped his hands and cast his gaze to the phone sitting on his desk.

Her phone number was basically engraved in his heart. He knew it better then he did his own number. Steve’s words played over and over in his head. Maybe he should ask her out.

But the phone just sat there. Mocking him. Laughing at him for being such a cowards. For being too afraid to ask the girl he liked out on a date. Or at least for a drink so he could see her again.

Javi sat forwards and pulled himself closer to his desk. He grabbed the phone but before he could even dial a number he slammed it back down again.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” He said to himself. He was getting annoyed at himself now. But he was still annoyed at Steve for bringing it up so much recently. Just pick up the phone and call her.

So he did. It all happened so quickly but he suddenly found himself with the phone to his ear ringing. He just hoped she answered.

The phone rang and rang and he began to think she wouldn’t answer. He was about to put the phone down but then her voice came through the other line.

“Hello?” She said.

“(Y/N)? It’s Javi” he tried to calm his voice, hopefully the quality of the phone wasn’t clear enough for her to hear his nervous tone.

“Hey Javi. What’s up?” She asked sweetly making his heart pound and palms sweat.

“Oh...uh nothing. I just um...are you busy?” He asked.

“Uh..well I was just about to get ready for bed but-“

He didn’t let her finish before speaking again “you’re busy, don’t worry about it”

“No no!” She said quickly “I’m not. What’s wrong?”

He paused and swapped the phone to his other ear, his leg bouncing nervously as he worked up the courage to ask her out for a drink “would you...like to go get a drink...with me?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and prepared himself for the cold hard rejection. But that wasn’t what he got “I’d love to” she said filling him with relief. He let out an audible sigh of relief that he hoped she didn’t hear.

“Great. I’ll um...meet you at the bar in say..” he looked at his watch “twenty minutes?”

“Sure thing, Javi” she said. He could hear the smile in her voice that made him smile too. “I’ll see you then”

“Yeah. See you then” he hung up the phone and fell back against his chair. He sat there for a moment just trying to comprehend what had just happened before he stood up and grabbed his jacket. He didn’t bother to tidy his desk before he was out the door and in his car driving towards the bar where he would meet her.

The bar was pretty quiet when he got there, which was strange considering the time. But he wasn’t complaining. He took at seat at the bar and ordered his usual drink, a whiskey. He sat there sipping his drink as he waited, the amber liquid calming his nerves.

“Javi,” came a voice from beside him. He tuned and saw (Y/N) taking the seat next to him. “Sorry I’m late” she said before ordering a glass of water.

It took him back to that day.

“I was early” he told her.

“So why did you ask me out here?” She asked as she took a sip of her drink “not that it’s a problem!” She was quick to add worried she had offended him in some way.

“I Uh, it was nice to see you again today and I just...wanted to see you again” he said quietly. She smiled at him and let out a happy noise as she took another sip of her drink.

He looked at her for a moment. There was something different about her from earlier. She looked at him confused but laughed nervously at his gaze “what?” She asked.

“Are you wearing lipstick?” He asked noticing how her lips were a more bold shade of red than usual. In all the time he had known her, he hadn’t ever seen her wear any kind of make up. But she didn’t need it. She was beautiful the way she was. If anything the lipstick was just...wrong. But not it a bad way, he just wasn’t used to seeing it on her.

“O-Oh. You noticed that” she looked away from him staring into her glass. She pulled a piece of hair from behind her ear to cover the side of her face so he wouldn’t see her. She felt like a complete fool.

He shifted closer to her, the stool he was sat on scraped against the floor as he did. Javi reached out and tucked the hair back behind her ear “it looks nice” he said making her looked back at him, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink at the soft touch “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear make up before”

“That’s becuase I haven’t. But it was something my cousin bought me as a joke for my birthday last year. She said it would help with all the guys I would get with and kiss”

“Has it worked?”

“No” she laughed “so far I haven’t been with or kissed a single person whilst I’ve been down here”

“Well, you may still find some use for it” he said.

A slightly awkward silence fell over the two of them as the sipped at their drinks, Javi finished first but didn’t ask for a second one. He turned back to look at her watching as she rubbed the now empty glass with her thumb.

“Do you want to go for a drive?” He asked her suddenly.

“A drive?” She asked “where to?”

Javi shrugged as he pulled out his wallet “I don’t know. Just a drive” he said pulling out some cash and throwing it on the bar before hopping off his stool.

“Okay?” She said hesitantly as she got off her own stool and followed him out of the bar to his car.

The drive to begin with was pretty quiet as she stared out the window trying to figure out where he was taking her. He did have a spot in mind but he didn’t want to spoil it for her.

“You’re not taking me somewhere to murder me, are you?” She joked “we seem to be getting away from the city a little bit” she noticed he was driving her to a more remote area rather than the open city. And it was slightly up a mountain too.

“No” he laughed “why would I ever want to murder you?”

She shrugged “I don’t know. Sometimes you don’t need a reason to murder someone”

“Well, I’m not bringing you somewhere to kill you (Y/N)”

“That’s what all murderers say!” She pointed out. He just laughed and pulled onto a patch of grass of the overlook he had brought them to. He brought the car to a stop and she examined the location “yep, definitely a murder spot”

“Jesus (Y/N)” he laughed.

“I don’t think he’s going to be much help” she said. “What is this place, Javi?”

“Come on” he said as he took off his seatbelt and got out the car. She followed suit and stood next to him as he leant against the front of his car.

“Oh my god” she gasped. She was in awe of the way the city looked from up there. The sky was completely clear of clouds as was full of beautiful silver stars. The lights from the houses were stars in their own right, but golden ones. She was pretty much lost for words at the sight.

“I know” Javi said “when you’re up here, looking down on this place, it’s hard to believe there’s a drug war going on”

“It’s a shame that a country as beautiful as this one won’t ever be known for...this” she said quietly “how did you find this place?”

“I don’t really know” he said “you get to a point where you just need to keep on going. And that’s what I did. I just kept driving and I ran out of fuel right here. But I’ve been coming back here ever since. It just...a nice place to be”

“It is very nice” she smiled to him. The conversation stopped for a moment as they both just enjoyed the sight. Enjoying how peacefully quite it was. And how fresh it was too.

“How many girls have you brought up here?” She asked his quietly.

“Out of everyone I’ve brought up here, you’re my favourite” he said “but that’s mainly down to the fact I’ve never brought anyone else up here other than myself”

“Well, I’m honoured to be the first” she said “thank you for bringing me up here Javi”

“You’re welcome. It’s nice to share it with someone...” he mumbled the last part but she still heard him.

(Y/N) just looked at him the same way he had looked at her earlier in the bar. She was trying to figure something out. He looked at her giving her the same nervous look she had, “what?” He said.

“Just something Messina said”

“Oh god, what did she say? That I’m a shit agent?”

“That I should be careful with you”

Javi didn’t speak right away, he shifted his stance and looked down “Yeah, I guess she had a point” he muttered “I’ve really made a name for myself. It’s no surprise that half the fucking DEA thinks I’m an asshole, the other half just have no idea who I am in general”

“I think she was wrong” (Y/N) said “I think they are all wrong about you Javier. You’re not an asshole Javi, at least not all the time. You’re just like every other person. And I think everyone is wrong to think so badly of you. Because you’re not a bad person”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to say that. You can tell me the truth. I get that it’s you’re job to make people feel good about themselves and shit like that but you don’t have to do that with me”

“I am telling you the truth” her voice was quiet and made him look at her, meeting her beautiful eyes with his “and my job isn’t just about making people feel good about themselves and shit like that, it’s about making people believe that they are good. It’s about helping people...and I...I want to help you”

“Why do you want to help me, (Y/N)?”

“Because I...” she stopped herself for a moment and looked at him, his eyes baring down on her as he awaited her answer.

“You what?” He pressed softly. He had turned his body to face her completely, standing incredibly close to her. “You what, (Y/N)?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he smashed his lips against hers. She felt her knees go weak at the sudden contact. She brought her hands up to grip his arms to hold her self steady as she returned the kiss. Javier slipped his arms around her waist pulling her towards him slightly. With his arms supporting her, she moved her hand up to thread her fingers through his soft hair.

“Because I love you” she whispered when he pulled back from her lips “and I believe you are worth helping, and I want you to see yourself as I see you”

“And how do you see me (Y/N)?” He asked in a low voice as he gently rubbed his nose against hers making her heart flutter as she stroked the back of his head with her thumbs.

“Someone who just wants to be loved” she admitted to him.

“Only if I’m loved by you” he whispered before kissing her again, deeper this time and not so hard. His arms wrapped more firmly around her, drawing her as close to him as possible without hurting her.

“Oh you are Javi” she whispered against his lips “you are”

2/01/21

Taglist: @linkpk88 @phoenixhalliwell @lunaserenade

[sunshyntakami]

Dating Todoroki

Todoroki x reader fluff/ g/n

Warnings: Slightly NSFW

WC: 2,2k Oops…                  

Affection: (how the person show affection to lover) Todoroki hasn’t received much affection as a child. His father only using him to surpass Almight and his mother not being around it’s safe to assume that Todoroki finds it difficult to show affection although he is not good at showing it he still try’s. Like he’d make you your favorite meal so you don’t have to or ask you what you want to do.  

Believe-in: (What the character believes what love should look like.) Todoroki believes love should be genuine and people should be together for nothing but love not personal gain from the relationship.

Cuddles: (How the character gives cuddles.) Todoroki would cuddle you while watching a show or anything playing on tv with you but he is in his prime with cuddles after you and Todoroki do the deed. He definitely prefers to be the big spoon because he feels like he is protecting you. wrapping his strong arms around you whilst he nuzzles the nape of your neck. He would love to hum on your ear just to see your cute reactions. He definitely waits until you sleep before he dozes off.

Dancing: (How the character dances and how does the character react to they s/o dancing.) Todoroki is not much of a dancer and every time you ask him to dance with you he pretends he doesn’t enjoy it when he really loves it. The feeling of you and him gazing into each other’s eyes and you wrapping your arms around the back of his neck joined by the close distance between you two drives him up the walls. He likes watching you dance especially when you ugly dance the way you move without a worry and with a care free attitude makes him grateful that he can see you in your happy points.

Entertainment: (How he and his s/o entertain themselves.) He loves learning about your hobbies and loves doing them with you even more. He enjoys sharing his hobbies to such as reading, running, making origami animals and swimming. You and him would have mini competitions like races in the pool or on land. He is very competitive but he doesn’t mind losing to his lover as long as you played fair. One thing he really enjoys playing is childish games with you such as playing at the jungle gym or braiding each other’s hair.

Fights: (How the character handles conflict between them and their s/o) In every relationship there will be disagreements between the parties. This however is Todoroki least favorite thing to do. He despises the idea of raising his voice at you vice versa. If you and Todoroki get into an argument and it starts getting tense he leaves the room and that often leaves unresolved issues. This however makes you more furious but he only does this because he does not want to end up saying something nasty that might hurt you and he hates the look in your eyes when you’re angry he only wants to see you smile but after you and him calm down he will gently hug you and try to resolve the conflict while you’re in his arms.                      

Grammar: (How the character speaks to his lover.) Todoroki is already a well-spoken young man but when it comes to his lover he speaks with a more relaxed tone and emotive language. He try’s his best not to curse out even though you constantly remind it’s okay. He isn’t much of the talkative kind of guy so it won’t be wrong to assume his an introvert. So behind closed doors he is a really talkative because his comfortable with you and trusts you.

Hangover: (How the character treats their s/o during a hangover.) Todoroki isn’t much of a drinker so when you start drinking he just spectates and makes sure your safe. If you do however get a hangover, he makes sure you are all clean before laying you down his bed if you however make a mess he will be more than willing to bath you. When you are warm and clean he will rest you on his bed while he speaks to you if you are still conscious. When you fall asleep he will snuggle you and play with your hair until he slumbers.                            

Intimacy: (How the character choses to be intimate to his s/o.) Todoroki feels most intimate when you and him are snuggled up together in his favorite cuddle position, sharing each other’s goals, dreams and deepest secrets. While engaging eye contact of course. He prefers to do cuddle time at night or the beginning of sunset. You and him do get intimate by doing the do and frankly I think he really enjoys it because it’s another way to show just how much he truly loves you. He just really adores being close to you.

Jingle jersey: (How the character spends festive season with their s/o) Todoroki used to hate Christmas because it meant being under the same roof with his old man for an extended amount of time but ever since you came into his life he loves the holiday. The fact that he can spoil you is his favorite part and the look you have when you unwrap the present he gave you really makes him explode with a cuteness overload. He loves wearing the scratchy Christmas jerseys as long as it matches yours. You are also an excuse for him not to spend Christmas with his family.              

Kids: (What is the character’s view of children) Todoroki would love to be the father of his lover’s child but he isn’t really stuck to the idea he wouldn’t mind not having children. If he would have children he would come across as strict to them when really he doesn’t want them to get hurt. He will definitely allow his children to be their own person and not force them into things because he knows first-hand how that feels and he would never allow his children to experience that.

Love language: (What the character’s love language is.) Quality time. Todoroki feels most loved when he spends time with you all snuggled up there isn’t much to it the guy really loves you and wants you by his side.

Memory: (The character’s favorite memory of their s/o) This memory happened on his favorite holiday, Christmas. You and him were at his place which was hectically decorated with festive deco. You and him were sitting on his sofa drinking chocolate milk. Todoroki said something you found very funny and before you knew it chocolate milk was oozing down your nose. You were so embarrassed and kept apologizing for messing up Todoroki’s couch he found it so cute. He was truly happy that he could make you laugh that much. You however hate this memory and sometimes Todoroki teases you a bit.

Night-out: (How they spend the night out with their s/o) Todoroki doesn’t really like going out because of his introverted ways he would rather spend the night home with you but if he has no choice his go to place is the movies because people are forced to be quiet. He does cheesy things like yawning with is arms stretched out and rests it on you. He likes sharing popcorn with you and half the time his staring at you instead of watching the movie. His favorite genre is psychological horror he loves piecing the clues and predicting the end before the conclusion of the movie. If you and Todoroki are sitting right at the back of the theatre, he would tease you by grabbing your inner thigh and squeeze it and whisper about all the things he could do to you if you guys were home.

Optimism: (How exited they get when they see their s/o) Todoroki acts like a teenage girl in love. He does cute things like blushing and he gets a bit nervous every time he sees you. You are like his light to his dark tunnel. He gets all happy around you and believes he can do anything as long as he has you.

Pet-names: (What pet names does the character use with their s/o) Todoroki doesn’t mind when you call him names but his favorite that makes him feel so good inside is when you call him your hero he can’t help but blush, he can’t even stop himself from smiling. As for him he calls you by the simple names like baby or darling.

Quirk: (The cute ways they use they quirk) Todoroki really enjoys using his quirk to help you out for example you were just drinking tea then it becomes cold Todoroki with use his fire quirk to heat it up or when it’s really hot he will use his ice quirk to make his arms cold so he can wrap them around you to enable you to feel cooler.

Regret: (What would be the character’s regrets if they broke up with their s/o) For whatever reason you and Todoroki split up his biggest regret would have been the lack of affection he gave you. I mentioned earlier that he would not be the best in showing affection so that would be his down fall. He would have wished he tried harder to show affection.

Scent: (How the character smells like and what they like their s/o to smell like.) He really likes the aroma flowers give off so he likes it when you smell like them he finds it so charming and relaxing. He smells like men’s cologne you really like it but his natural scent smells rather woody almost resembling the fragrance moist wood/mist has.

Touch: (How long the character can go without touching their s/o) Todoroki is very disciplined and he has a high level of self-control but when it comes to you it’s quite the opposite. In other words he can’t last very long. He just enjoys the feeling of your warm skin under his hands so you can imagine activities like NNN are very hard for him but you don’t let your dear Todoroki go through that.

Understanding: (How much understanding does the character have with their s/o) Todoroki makes an effort to try and see where you are coming from in different situation. You and Todoroki have a high understanding level because you and him communicate often that’s why arguments between the two of you are very seldom but that doesn’t mean they don’t happen.

Venting out: (How much does the character vent out to their s/o) Todoroki is not shy when it comes to communicating with you. You guys can literally talk about anything and that’s one of the many things he loves about you. You can talk about how much you displeasure Endeavour to why everybody should be a feminist his very opened-minded.

Wedding: (The character’s view on marriage) Being with you for the rest of his life makes his stomach get all fuzzy but he doesn’t think he needs marriage to achieve that. He wouldn’t mind tying the knot with you but he doesn’t think it’s that necessary. Does have a slight of a negative outlook on marriage because of the home he grew up in of course but as long as it’s genuine he would love to marry you.                              

X-Ray: (The character’s personality) Todoroki is caring, understanding might come off as having a cold personality but it only seems like that because his not used to you. people might not think it but Todoroki quite hilarious and a good hearted person. Of course no one’s perfect he can come across as rude and has major trust issues.

Yoga: (Do they like doing yoga with their s/o) Todoroki thought yoga is a fancy way of saying stretching he really likes doing it with you. He especially likes how you look in the yoga tights and you often catch his staring. He thinks it’s a great way to relax and spend time with you without spending money or getting social stimulation.

Zoo: (character’s view on zoos) He dislikes the idea of them. The fact animals are trapped for human entertainment really gets to him. The one time you and Todoroki went to the zoo you and him decided to go to the monkey section of the zoo when you and the zoo keepers weren’t paying attention Todoroki broke the lock with his ice side of his versatile quirk and set the monkeys free. He then later on got in trouble and had to do community service he didn’t mind though because he knew he got in trouble for a good cause.                                                                                                        

 Creators note: I really enjoyed making this although I don’t simp™ for Todoroki but I do watch Bnha so I got a rough idea about who Shouto Todoroki is. Hope you enjoyed a NSFW alphabet will be coming soon. You can request. I will be making some rules regarding that.  

[gettothestabbing]

Ghosted, Back Burner, Etc.

I got ghosted over my Christmas vacation. I was getting quite interested in this person I was talking to. We seemed to share a lot of values, and we found each other attractive. We were regularly video calling each other. Our last call was cut short and he told me his mother had to go to the hospital briefly for ‘rona symptoms. I expressed my sympathies and communicated that I wouldn’t be able to video call for a few days.

And then I wished him a merry Christmas . . . and heard nothing . . . and I naively assumed he wasn’t texting me back because he too was busy with family over the break. It took me a few days (since I actually was busy with family) to find that he had unmatched with me over the app we had met on. IDK if he blocked my phone number as well, but the message was pretty clear.

Now, I have ghosted a man once. He was trying to get me to go to a bar, and his behavior seemed off, so I blocked him mid-conversation. But I generally only ghost under circumstances like that, where the person is being creepy or totally inappropriate and I have just met them.

I have no idea what I did wrong here (from his perspective.) My sister suggested that he was likely talking to a couple girls, and once one of them decided to commit to him in some way, he dropped the others. He told me he wasn’t talking to anyone else, but I suppose he had no reason not to lie about that.

So it’s possible it wasn’t something I did, but that makes me feel worse. Because I almost always only talk to one man at a time. Even though I’m not committed to them yet, I feel wrong talking to more than one person at once.

And because I had a guy I was actually dating do this to me in the past year too, where we hadn’t talked in about a week due to busyness and then he was like “btw I’m moving in with this girl I met after our last date, u were totes based though”. (I am based. That helped a tiny bit. Also helped to know they broke up pretty fast because moving in with someone you’ve known less than a month is incredibly stupid.)

I’m really tired of dating. I keep trying to form relationships, to find people I could be with long-term. I’m not a serial dater by nature. I fall for people quickly and take way too long to get over even men I’ve known only briefly, even men I’ve never met in person. I keep trying dating apps, putting myself out there, asking questions and trying to be encouraging and open, and I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.

While some of the men I’ve met were legitimately great, most of them are just not. But I don’t know how to meet a higher caliber of men overall. I wish I did. I try to improve myself as a prospective date all the time. But if I don’t meet someone who would appreciate that, it doesn’t amount to much.

I don’t have the budget to go out a lot. I don’t meet anyone my age at my job (older employees and patients and the one creepy guy who I’m avoiding as per usual) or at church (again, all older, at least at the churches I can easily drive to). I’m not a drinker, so I don’t go to bars or nightclubs. I don’t have any friends my age who have the time to go out with me for safety reasons, as they all live out of state or are too busy with work (or are married and not interested in going out).

And I’m guessing that anyone reading that paragraph would also come to the conclusion, as some of my dates apparently have, that I’m a boring, domestic, lonely woman who’s going to be no fun to be around and who won’t even have sex with them until after marriage. You’d think the conservative guys might at least entertain the option of marrying a woman who shares almost all of their (stated) values, but nope.

I wish I could find someone who took the time to get to know me better. I can be a fun person! But I’m somewhat reserved when I first meet people. I don’t date people pretending to be some extroverted life-of-the-party girl, because while I can put that persona on, anyone attracted to it is going to be disappointed when I don’t have the energy to keep it up all the time. There must be someone out there who appreciates dry humor and a serious outlook, especially if it comes with someone who constantly hugs and comforts people. I feel like that combination is appealing, if I could get the time to relax my shoulders and reveal it to someone new again.

I don’t know. My heart is tired. I hope the new year treats us all better.