#woo i’m sweating from typing that out

[percabethluv]

am i the only one who thinks the percabeth cheek kiss is SO cute in the book but will not really work on screen…? (before you cancel me hear me out okkk)

book percabeth and show percabeth are different (not in a bad way, just something that factors into this conversation), and based on how it went in season 1, i don’t think the momentum will ultimately lead to this.

but first lets do a light retrospective on season 1 percabeth:

i don’t personally believe the show percabeth slow burn is speeding up, paraphrasing Liam Crowley on the Seaweed Brain podcast who said that in season 1 they were forced to be put in high stakes situations that caused their emotions and feelings towards each other to be dialed up to 10, (aka the tunnel of love scene iykyk) and they always have to deal with the aftermath and their relationship in between those moments almost like it never happened (ie the weirdness after she hugged him in ep 5 even though he just sacrificed himself for her)

so based on this new but still-complimentary-to-book-percabeth percabeth dynamic in the show, i just don’t think a cheek kiss makes sense. for one it’s kinda cheesy (DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT CUTE) and the show has in my opinion strayed away from that kind of campiness, but also they are still young and awkward but in my mind they’re relationship is slightly past that stage (i feel like the cheek kiss is equivalent to the cute little hug in ep 8)

and not only that, unlike the book leah is shorter than walker, and i think visually it just might not work or even fit into the scene of the chariot races. we obviously don’t know how the chariot race scene will play out (or anything really this is all speculation cause i’m delusional lol) but based on how s1 went and their style i have a feeling the chariot race will have more bearing on the plot and therefore be a little more suspenseful and heavy, and a cute little cheek kiss will feel out of place.

i believe the cast and crew could 100% eat it up and if they knew it could work they would do it, but i was just thinking of this recently while reflecting on why i am not as excited to see the cheek kiss on screen as i am to see, say, the siren scene or circes island scene, which are technically more emotional and seems like will be a bigger moment in the show based on what the crew placed importance on in season 1.

thank you very much for coming to my tedtalk on show percabeth’s dynamic and the cheek kiss have a wonderful day :)

[p0rnd3aler]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE NSFW THINK PIECE/DRABBLE

I’m depraved

Rafayel is the neediest. He’s got a lot of insecurities/abandonment issues from his first love and he def has an anxious attachment style. He’s also absolutely the type of person to be codependent (Hello?? “Join me let’s drown in the ocean together”????? Like, come on). He’s constantly trying to do every little thing with you, almost like he can’t breathe unless it’s air that’s already been filtered through your lungs.

However, all big baby behavior™️ considered, he definitely knows how to woo you. I feel like since he’s Lemurian and also an artist, he only knows how to love a person in the most deeply devoted and romantic way. He’s also very careful with his heart and who he gives it to, once he decides it’s truly and solely yours that’s it. There’s no one else. But you also have to honor that with proper care, he’s very sensitive.

Anyway, I feel like he fucks in a way that’s slow, very sensual. The kind of love making where he takes over all of your senses, all you can feel is his touch, all you can smell is his sweat and cologne, all you can taste is him on your tongue, and all you can see and hear are his face and the sweet words of devotion he whimpers in your ear.

He’s also very easy to rile up.

Zayne is boring to me. Like I get the appeal he’s very hot and he’s also very stable (in a romantic sense) and healthy but I just can’t fantasize about that. Like yeah he’s a busy ass surgeon who will always make time for you no matter what and he’s super devoted and always caring for you in little ways, but also mf will make you take a water break during sex if you’re too wet bc he doesn’t want you to get dehydrated. Im done.

Honestly I think I’m biased against him bc the way he talks to MC just reminds me of this horrid man I met at a bus stop once who immediately started trying to tell me what to do/give me life advice. I get Zayne is qualified and the guy at the bus stop was not but idc if y’all want me to put effort into writing for him ur gonna have to submit it into the requests baby, moving on.

SYLUS. I feel like everybody thinks he’s just some big ol’ nasty freak but they’re WRONG. THEYRE WRONG ABOUT HIM.

Don’t get me wrong he’s definitely fucking tweaking when you first meet him, like just going apeshit off the bat with no context for us. But also? Once you get to know him? Bitch I’ll kill for that man you do not know. This mf drops everything for you.

Important arms deal he’s been trying to set up for a year or going to the arcade with you to get plushies out of a claw machine? Deal = cancelled

The fearless leader of the N109 zone who blows up anyone who perturbs him slightly. MF contributes 50% of the carbon in the atmosphere alone with the amount of shit he literally actually blows up with bombs. But you? You may break into his house and handcuff him to his bed in his sleep while trying to steal a brooch off of him. he doesn’t give a fuck. he’s in love with you. Set his house on fire! He won’t care! He’ll just buy a new one!

As rough as he is around the edges he’s completely smitten. “You should know I adore you. There is no love purer than mine.” Like girl don’t fucking play with me. Is he mentally ill? Absolutely. But he is so devoted, so careful with you. “I’m never annoyed when we do things together.” It’s literally like he’s learning how to be a human being for once and he doesn’t care about losing the coldness or sharpness he once had because you’re more than enough to replace any absence the loss of those thing may bring. He knows he’s getting soft and doesn’t care. He doesn’t try to stop it. To kill for you is nothing to him. Not even a second thought. He kills all the time. But he would never harm again if the violence ever came in between you two.

And I think that dedication, that devotion totally translates itself into how he makes love to you. He’s definitely a filthy talker, I think he says some NASTY shit during sex, just because he likes seeing you squirm and feel how your skin gets hot from his words. But I don’t think he likes hurting you. He wouldn’t do anything to harm you. He’ll spank you yeah, and he’ll tap or squish your cheeks to get your attention. But he only wants to bring you pure, carnal pleasure when it comes to sex. If you even think “that feels good” he’s like a dog with a bone. You get no rest when he’s there you only get mind-numbing pleasure. He’s a tease, he’ll poke lighthearted fun at how loud you’re being, ask you who you think can hear you two while you’re being nasty. But he knows you. He knows what you love, what gets you off, and he cares to learn all of this because of how much he loves you God I’m SICK

Xavier is filthy. That man laps up your pussy like a thirsty dog. The freakiest nastiest mf out of all of them. He won’t show any sexual prowess or interest for months I think. I’m not sure he’s even aware of his powers. Your relationship will literally be based around his chaotic sleeping “schedule” (that shit is not a schedule) and relaxing between missions together. All things considered, you guys spend almost every waking (and sleeping) hour together. Work, dates, naps, eating, it’s almost always together.

It’s not until he hears you getting hit on all night that his composure finally starts to crack.

Three months of the sweetest, purest boyfriend you could ever ask for. Your sweet silly boy, who starts silently pouting all night. It’s not until you two finally find a hotel to stay at for the night, that he finally starts loosening up.

“I’m not a young fool, you know. I don’t take what’s in front of me for granted” he quotes the guys hitting on you earlier, which he heard through your ear piece. Then he recites every time another guy hit on you while you two were on your mission. He’s a jealous jealous jealous boy. He HATES other guys vying for your attention. It just makes him want to whisk you away and bounce you on his dick so loud that every other guy can hear it. When he feels jealousy, he feels the need to mark, claim, devour you so no one else can try and steal you. He gets himself worked up. Stewing and agonizing over the thought and the memory of another guy trying to get to you so much that he can’t even think of sleeping. He gets completely taken over by the urge to have your every reaction solely based on him and what he gives you. I think he fights off these feelings for a long time, up until the protocore mission in the misty invasion memory. He just barely keeps it together until you’re rubbing all over him, pulling him closer to whisper his name in his ear, he just can’t take it. He needs to hear you say it louder. He needs everyone to hear you say his name.

He fucks you so sloppy, the kind of man who does not care what means he has to use as long as the end is what he wants. He wants you covered in marks of his making, he wants you to smell like him, he wants you to have trouble walking the next day, and he wants that asshole who tried hitting on you at work to ask you “what’s wrong? You look like you’re having trouble walking”

And as soon as the guy asks that you look over to Xavier, who has the most pleased little shit eating grin on his face.

The craziest part is that after he gets it all out of his system he’s back to being the little innocent sweet boy. But you know his secret, and he likes that you know it.

[duachai]

MR. CORAZÓN - L.TM

I need you to hold it 'til you can't, I'll reward you

PAIRNG : Lee Taemin X Male Reader

SYNOPSIS : M/n, a BPM trainee gets handpicked personally by his idol to be his backup dancer for an upcoming tour. As the two get closer, M/n learns the importance of taking care of his body, and so does Taemin.

CONTENT WARNING : This is just an excerpt of my writings just to get the fingers typing. The full thing will be posted on my Wattpad, but look out for some full writings over here too !

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Training under BPM Entertainment wasn’t the easiest career M/n could have chosen. There were so many other options for him. His parents wanted him to be a doctor or lawyer, his school friends were working at restaurants and fast food chains around the city, and others his age aimed for content creators or influencers. But M/n wanted to dance.

Dancing was his calling. His life’s purpose, he would say.

For him, dancing was his stress reliever, something that would make him happy no matter what. That’s why when he found out his biggest inspiration and honestly, his celebrity crush, Lee Taemin, would be signing with his company, he nearly fell out.

“Dude, you know Taemin is coming in today? He’s going to lead our dance class, and oh my God, do you think it’s lame if I ask him to make a TikTok with me?”

M/n chuckled, “You’re so easily impressed, Chanwoo. He’s not even here yet.”

Today, was Taemin’s first day he had free with the new company, and he chose to specifically work with the trainees. And on top of that, it was a rumor some trainees would get promoted to work with him for his re-debut EP.

M/n leaned against the mirror after putting his dance bag off to the side. Nest to him, Chanwoo stretched his arms to prepare himself for class. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime, M/n. We could get closer to our favs even faster than it would take for us to debut!”

“It’s just the fast route if you ask me. And it’s probably not permanent,” M/n whined, but even though his words came out nonchalant, he still had a bit of hope in the back of his mind. Maybe this was his break, a chance to get his face out there.

The next hour, the normal dance teacher began proper stretch instruction. For the next half an hour, the talk of Taemin coming dwindled as the end of the class came near. 

“I can’t believe he didn’t come. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into that choreo.” Chanwoo whined, stomping his feet and he dragged his body in defeat.

M/n followed behind dragging his feet as he rolled his neck and worked the kinks out of his neck. He wasn’t as nearly disappointed as his friend, but a part of him wished that maybe Taemin would come and check him out, as selfish as it sounded.

“Anyways, where should we go eat today? My mom brought some kimchi this morning, but I’m sick of it.”

“You should be thankful you have a mom to bring you kimchi, Woo.” M/n sulked, head still draped down as he kicked his feet.

“Uh, you might want to pause those lunch plans,” A voice said. M/n looked up and another trainee awkwardly tugged at his hair, “M/n, you’re being summoned.”

Being summoned was one of the nerve-racking things any trainee went through. It only meant a few things. Best case scenario, you were being picked to debut early. Worst was… you were going home.

M/n was in limbo about the reason for his summon as he stood in the elevator alone. Everything he did over the last few weeks was analyzed in his mind. Did he mess up a choreo? Does his body need to be more fit? Was he lagging behind?

His whole head spun and he started to get dizzy. How was he supposed to go back to his parents and explain he got dropped from what they called, “A silly dream.” At the sound of the elevator’s ding, it was time to face his worst fear. Or so he thought.

The hallway to the director’s office seemed longer than any other hallway in the building. M/n rubbed his moist hands on his sweatpants, adjusting his hoodie to seem more neat.

As he stepped to the director’s door, he could see in the glass panel door there were multiple people inside. Then he realized, this wasn’t a demotion party, this was a meeting of some sort.

“M/n?” His name was called out by a familiar voice. His dance teacher.

“Oh, uh, hi,” M/n bowed respectfully, still so very confused.

“What are you doing standing out here, go in!” The teacher rushed a smile on his lips. Either this was a super encouraging way to tell someone they were getting sent home or something bigger was around the corner for M/n.

M/n pushed the door to the room open, now he could see a clear view of the people inside. The director of course at the head of the table, then his wife who was his co-director, a few managers M/n had never met, the dance teacher taking a seat closest to the door, the trainee advisor, and well… Taemin.

M/n froze up, are all these people here to see him? This meeting seemed way too elite for him to even step foot inside.

“Shin M/n, right? Go ahead and sit down,” the director pointed at a seat down the front of the table. A seat right across from the star legend.

M/n spent a few minutes staring at the wooden glossed-over table, a few papers passing down his way. A couple of times he looked up, locked eyes with Taemin then looked away like a startled puppy.

“Okay, so before we get started, how about I let our trainee introduce himself. M/n, go ahead and stand so everyone can see you.”

M/n reluctantly stood up, feeling so small in a room where everyone was looking intently. “Um, Hi, my name is Shin M/n. I’m from the US. And I’ve been a train for about a year and a half now.”

“Ok and, tell us why you want to be a K-pop idol, M/n.”

Hearing this question M/n drew in a sharp breath. He’d answered this question about a hundred times, but now it was all something cringe and mush in his head in a room full of people where it mattered.

But then he realized, he mattered too.

—

“Okay! Run the song back, M/n.”

Hustling toward the Bluetooth speaker to restart the song the fifth time that night, M/n quickly reset the song and then ran back to his starting point. The song started, Taemin’s voice coming in smooth and sultry as the sensual and iconic beat, “Move” filled M/n and his partner’s ears.

They had been practicing the duo choreography for hours now, but the more they attempted the more frustrated his partner, Misun, got at him.

“Fuck it!” Misun let go of M/n and stomped towards the practice room door with his bag, “I don’t care if you don’t get it right, I’ll switch partners. You won’t embarrass me in front of the whole world.”

M/n took in a deep breath, as he pulled his hair. He was frustrated too. Misun had quit on him a thousand times during their time together. But now, their deadline was coming in close and the tour was not far away. The whole thing was just stressful.

Just as he was about to pack up, he heard a knock at the door. Taemin popped his head around the door frame with a smile, “Knock knock.”

“O-Oh, I didn’t know you were here!” M/n said, startled and embarrassed.

Taemin stepped closer to the dancer, “I saw Misun storm out while I was passing by, and wanted to check on you. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.” M/n lied, thinking that knew that one of his dancers was lacking this skill and was dancing with two left feet after being picked solely for his dancing, he would be upset.

“No, no, you’re lying.” Taemin said with a pout, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

M/n sighed as he took a seat on the floor next to his bags against the mirror, Taemin sitting right next to him.

“Misun and I… just don’t seem like good partners. I know we’re meant to get what we get and don’t throw a fit like the director said, but working with her is like working with an untrained house cat. One day she’s encouraging, the next she’s clawing at me and everything I do.”

Taemin chuckled, “It’s like that. Working with others can be a lottery. But it’s nothing a little resilience can’t handle,” Taemin reached over and covered his hand with M/n’s resting on his knee, “You're a great performer, you hold yourself up better than most. You just have to believe in yourself. Because I already know I do.”

—

Taemin’s words rang in M/n’s head every second. It made him smile maniacally in the middle of conversations. After their talk, Taemin started monitoring M/n and Misun’s practices, making notes, and helping fix some mistakes. After Misun would leave, Taemin and M/n would go out and get food or drinks.

Their relationship grew closer and closer to the point where M/n had to ask himself, was he falling in love with his idol?

The deadline was due. It was the day everyone learned if they were going on tour with Taemin or being left behind. It was yet another nerve-racking day at the studio where everyone gathered to hear the results.

But when the director came in, everyone’s heart was crushed into tiny little pieces.

“Unfortunately, the tour has been canceled,” He announced, everyone’s shoulders slumping as questions started to form in everyone’s mouths. “I know, I know. But it’s impossible to continue on. Taemin was in an accident that sprained his ankle, so he’ll be taking a rest for a few weeks. He might even need a month to get back to his healthy self.”

As everyone whined about the loss of their gig, M/n’s lips pursed at the thought of Taemin being in an accident to cause him this much pain. The whole rest of the day M/n was anxious about Taemin, thinking of ways he could make sure he was alright.

But as he was sulking outside, a manager approached him. “M/n, M/n! Hey, I’ve got a super emergency, but I need to get this food and meds to Taemin. Could you possibly take it to someone else to give it to him?”

It was more like a request because before M/n could respond the bags were in his hand and the manger was off to his car. M/n stood there stumped for a second before smiling, this was his opportunity to go see Taemin.

It took about an hour to convince a staff to let him go see Taemin personally, he made up some bullshit about him being asked specifically to do this task, and if they didn’t help they’d have to answer to the director. It was stupid, but it worked.

M/n’s legs felt like complete jelly as he walked to Taemin’s apartment door. Traveling in Korea was nothing like the US, and even though he spent so much time there already it never felt to humble him as he got winded every time.

While catching his breath he might have accidentally walked into the door because a few moments later, Taemin opened the door slightly to see a hunched-over M/n clutching his chest.

“M/n? Are you okay?”

“Huh?” M/n said instantly lifting and straightening himself up, “What, oh yeah, I’m totally fine! H-Here… medicine.” M/n exclaimed, awkwardly handing Taeming the bags of convenience store foods and painkillers.

Confused, but concerned about M/n, Taemin opened the door more and stepped to the side, “Come in, you look like you could use some AC and water.”

Resting on the couch together, M/n watched as Taemin devoured his meal as if he hadn’t eaten for days. M/n giggled at the food filling in Taemin’s mouth, stuffing his cheeks like a tiny squirrel.

“You’ve got something there,” M/n chuckled, extending his arm over to Taemin’s face as a bit of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth. M/n’s thumb swiped over Taemin’s lips to catch the rice. Stunned, Taemin froze as M/n lifted his hand to his own mouth, parted his lips, and sucked the flavor off it.

There was something so sensual about that movement, in Taemin’s mind everything was in slo-mo, M/n eyes gazing right into his almost like a seductive taunt. An invite.

Tempted, Taemin’s arm snaked up to M/n’s wrist and he pushed himself atop of M/n, hands now above him, “Is this what you want?” A shiver ran down M/n’s spine, his question burning his skin up. Is cozying up close with your idol really the move? But at this point, Taemin was more than just a celebrity. He was a muse, a sexy muse. But was this a mistake?

“I want to, I do. I just-”

“Thinking about if people will find out?” Taemin said, cutting out M/n’s concerns for display like he was inside his brain. But Taemin reassured M/n with a kiss on the forehead and a sentence that would change their relationship forever.

“Follow your body, it knows you want my touch.”

It didn’t take long for the two to be stumbling into the bedroom in each other’s arms, sloppy kisses and clothes parting with skin onto the floor.

As Taemin sat M/n down on the bed, his tongue worked around in his mouth as one of his hands lightly tilted the dancer’s chin up, the other wrapped around his neck gently squeezing.

“Look at me, baby,” Taemin sang pulling back away from M/n who whined slightly at the loss of the heat on his lips.

“I got you tonight.”

[ayyyez]

"Extra fandom options" she says, as if she means anything other than haikyuu 😂 Heheh of course you may do whatever you want always but you know what I'm here for, gotta be on brand.

SO if you have any thoughts of Tanaka and Ennoshita in a romantic relationship headcannons, either solo or in a poly relationship, I'd love to read them! Fluff and/or spicy, you know I'll happily read and gush over what you write. Thanks and you look good today!

Also first.

a/n: not these sitting in my inbox forever. But hey look I’ve finally gotten around to them bc I wanna think about hq while my sinuses hate me 😂 but im doing these first for you 🫡

Tags: relationship headcanons, fluff, kissing, spooning, confessing, poly (at the end)

Characters: Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Ennoshita Chikara (with x reader and poly [seperated])

Tanaka

God this guy is the most in love sap you would ever encounter but he’s so endearing.

After the whole ‘marry me’ Kiyoko situation he decides to hold back a little when he has a crush. But this is by Tanakas standards. His holding back is he very obviously has a crush on you but isn’t asking you out (or to marry you) right away.

Being near you and gestures are his go to. It’s canon. And how he reacts depends on how you are.

If you’re the type to go out of your way to talk to him then he’s like doki doki BEST DAY EVER! but also isn’t 10/10 intense every time you talk to him. He chills a little. BUT STILL DEDICATED TO YOU.

If you’re more naive or the shy type then just a small smile from you is enough to get him through the day. Very much oh boy they looked at me I’m the best wing spiker in the world.

To get into a relationship with him one of two things need to happen.

One: you gotta give him a sign that you are into him. Flirt-Tease him about his antics (particularly the taking shirt of woo) or just give him a compliment saying you’re into him. Give him smiles more than anyone else. Then he’s just ‘go out with me PLEASE.’

Two: ask him out. He will combust and Tanaka.exe will stop working for a moment. But then he’s like OKAY. (Doesn’t wanna fuck it up and over do it. It’s steered him wrong before)

Dating this guy means waking up the luckiest person ever. You are SPOILED with attention, gestures and affection.

Man is a personal heater. Big spoon, little spoon, doesn’t matter longs you be spooning.

A bit of a restless sleeper and sleep talker. It’s kinda funny the silly things he says. One time yelled ‘LEFFFFT’ in his sleep.

The only way to stop the wriggling is spooning him harder than you’ve spooned before. Still has a stray leg flicking every now and again but it’s better.

His first kiss has him sweating the details. Wants to make it perfect like in those manga he reads but overthinks it. He takes ages to do it if you want him to initiate.

Just kiss him honestly. The reaction is worth it. The reddest blush. Once again stops working.

Once he’s done it though his smooches are so good. Passionate boy starts soft then HES HUNGRY FOR MORE. Very intense. Kinda awkward with his tongue at first but he gets it.

He’s big on physical touch but it doesn’t have to be big. A hand held is gold to him. Cuddling is just something he lives for.

Cannot handle alcohol so you’re carrying (or organising others to) carry his ass home. Super sappy and happy drunk. ‘I love… youuuuuu’. A crier too. He just feels extra hard.

Get a couple into him though and he dances like no one’s watching. Actually not half bad until he starts stripping. Only you can stop him. He’s too obsessed with you to care about anything else he was doing.

Makeouts on the couch are BIG with him. Won’t take it further until you ask. Gotta be a gentleman. Yes even when his hands are squeezing your ass.

Ennoshita Chikara

The type to silently indulge in his crush every now and again while FIGHTING and PUSHING those feelings down.

At least, that’s how it is at first. He will be your friend first so he doesn’t want to compromise that. Just let’s pretend we don’t feel that for now shall we?

As if he could hold that back. It takes a while but it’s not long before something pushes him (he’s afraid of losing you) and he’s spilling his feelings.

He may be spilling but he’s seems like he’s confident with the monologue that comes out of his mouth. When he finishes his eyes are just wide and staring at your shoes. Evidently he was not so confident.

Grab one of this clenched fists. Pull his chin up to face you. Tell him you feel (maybe not in as many words as he did) the same way.

‘Are you sure!?’ ENNOSHITA PLEASE.

Honestly takes a while to accept it but once he does he is noticeably on top of the world.

Doesn’t announce it to the world but once people asks he’s smuggly like YEP WE ARE INDEED DATING peasants. Like damn Ennoshita.

A very caring and protective guy. Lets you do your thing while watching your back from the sidelines. Will punch people for you but won’t let that slip.

Very much a words of affirmation, tease and quality time dude.

Will go with the flow but will absolutely take charge.

His first kisses are those cute gesture ones. A kiss on the cheek, a peck on the lips or a smooch planted on the forehead.

You gotta grab this man by the cheeks and just plant one passionate kiss on him. That leaves him frozen for a second and then oop self control gone. MAKE OUT TIME.

More of an alone time physical touch guy but will break that when he’s particularly ehem into you. Or if some jerk thinks they can pick you up.

Plants one on you while maintaining eye contact with said jerk. Or places a very in your face arm around your shoulders.

Very much a big spoon guy. It just makes him feel protective. Also kind of like he’s leeching your hair warmth.

Pretty chill sleeper. Once he’s out he doesn’t move much. Sometimes you wake up facing him and he’s blowing air in your face (sleep breathing).

Kiss his nose and he’ll scrunch it in his sleep and let out a soft ‘mmm?’ But doesn’t wake up.

Tanaka and Ennoshita poly

You’re all in a relationship. Tanaka and Ennoshita included. Their crush on each other goes back a while they just never wanted to admit it.

You coming into their lives kind of makes it easier. Well eventually.

Once they realise they both have a crush on you both of them want to be the better man and let them have you. (Even if a small part inside them is screaming for the opposite).

It’s up to you to set them down and be like ‘nah uh I’ll have both’ and then also set them onto the path of realising they also like each other. It’s a very eventful week.

Ennoshita is still the big spoon. You’re the middle. Tanaka is either little or wrapped around you like a Koala. Depends on the day.

Ennoshita is the wrangler and kind of takes charge when he needs to. Tanaka is the passionate but also softy. It’s up to you whether you want to continuously go with the flow or take charge every now and again.

Just imagine sitting on the couch between them and taking turns making out. Start with Tanaka then come up for air and turn to Ennoshita. He’s a bit more intense when he’s second, handsy too. Then sit back and watch them kiss each other.

Every now and again you get home late and find them either cuddling or asleep in each others arms on the couch with some movie playing in the background.

Ennoshita brings his (grand) movie collection to the relationship. Tanaka brings his home gym. You tie it all together by hyping up both.

[faithintheunknownsblog]

How do pip and alucard (seperately ) deal with a reader who is oblivious to them liking her?fluff plz

A/N: I'm so sorry, I promise I didn't forget- I've just been trying to get more chapters

Alucard

Alucard would just get tired of it, blankly staring at you and plainly asking you, “are you stupid or something?” 

“What?” You ask, taken aback by the rudeness.

“Are you stupid or something,” Alucard asks again in a serious tone that still has a sprinkle of annoyance mixed in since he had to repeat himself.

You shake your head, “no, I heard what you said. I’m just wondering what the actual fuck makes you think you can talk to me like that.”

“Well, clearly you are too dumb to realize I’ve made multiple advances in attempts to court you.” Alucard says plainly. This old geezer still thinks ‘courting’ is a thing.

“Did you offer the plumpest goat in the whole village to my father as well?” You ask sarcastically, “the Hell are you talking about ‘making advances’?”

“I have been doing like what they do in those movies-” Alucard has been watching cheesy rom coms in attempts to learn how to flirt, “-trying to woo you, but you just haven’t caught on.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, “that’s why you’ve been acting weird?!”

Alucard stays silent.

When you finally stop laughing and catch your breath you rhetorically ask, “Alucard, you do understand that life doesn’t work like that, right? All of those people are actors and the whole thing is scripted.”

Alucard grumbles, “Seras should’ve just let me give you the letter.”

“Letter?” Your curiosity immediately peaks, “you wrote me a letter?”

“Yes,” Alucard pulls the letter out from his jacket and hands it to you. Though he does not show it, he’s nervous as he watches you delicately unfold the paper and your eyes skin across it.

“Huh,” you keep your look unwavering as you look back up at him. Knowing that your unimpressed demeanor has him sweating bullets, then you fold up the paper and with a smirk say, “I could get used to these types of letters.”

“So that means you’ll let me court you?” Alucard asks.

You chuckle, “it’s called dating now, but yes, I’ll let you ‘court’ me.”

Alucard gets the biggest smile, “I told Seras the letter would work.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t take dating advice from her anymore,” you laugh.

“Well I shouldn’t need to, now  that we’re together,” Alucard says happily.

You just roll your eyes and wave your hand to shoo him away, “alright, now go, I have to finish my work!”

“As you wish,” Alucard tips his head and leaves, now a very happy man to be courted with you.

Pip Bernadotte 

You and Pip are laughing and joking around like usual, but out of nowhere with absolutely no context he says “you make it very hard for me, you know?”

You and him tend to joke around, making lewd jokes, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now, “yes, I know. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a picture of me you wank off to every night.”

Pip shakes his head, “no, not that way. Well, not all ze time, but zat’s not what I’m talkin’ about now.”

“What are you talking about then?” You ask Pip.

“Not to kiss you, I think about it all ze time,” Pip’s attitude is no longer playful. He constantly thinks about what it’d be like to hold you tight as he gives your soft lips tender kisses. You make him so happy and you’re all he thinks about. 

You go back to not taking him seriously and thinking this is a joke. So you decide to test him like you’ve done before and playfully say, “do it then.”

Pip is tired of all the joking, he leans in and kisses you so passionately, the world fades away. At this moment the rest of the world fades, it’s only you and him as it should be, always and forever.

When you two break apart, you're both breathing heavily, the kiss stole all the air out of both of your lungs and after a long pause Pip finally breaks the silence, “zat what I meant.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ve already figured that out by now.” “Just makin’ sure-” Pip smiles, “-because it took you zis long.”

You roll your eyes and Pip steals another kiss, which he will be doing with every chance he gets from now on.

[tigertofu]

HIIII IM LITERALLY OBSESSED W YOUR WORK LIKE OMFG KEEP IT UP <3 Can you write trevor x shy! chubby/fat reader smut 😼

hi hiiii !! i could not have asked for a better first nsfw request than this one 😭😭 i had SO MUCH fun with this prompt........ trevor/shy, chubby girl is licherally my specialty so tysm for sending it in 💕💕💕!

i have got to start remembering to add gifs to these posts......

pairing: chubby and shy fem reader/Trevor

summary: One night, the raunchy pickup lines of a strange man lure you from the bar you two met in to his trailer. Your nerves make your attempt at hooking up a bit difficult at first, but he knows just how to put your mind at ease.

cw's: explicit smut

wordcount: 2,747

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“C’mon, sugar. Don’t get shy on me now.”

Your eyes darted up to meet those of the man who’s lips you’d just unlocked your own from. But even in the dim of his cluttered room, you couldn’t meet his gaze. It was so intense it felt like it would burn straight through your retinas. 

“S–Sorry,” you muttered, staring at the cover of a porn mag on his crumpled comforter. A blonde woman in a red bikini, her long limbs perfectly posed, her stomach flat beneath the hint of ribcage under her impossibly round, perky breasts, graced the cover. The apprehension in your stomach quitched. You wondered if, despite Trevor’s interest in getting you out of the Yellow Jack and into his trailer the moment you acquiesced to his raunchy pickup lines, that was the type of woman he was into.

He groaned beside you. Flopped down with his back against the headboard of his bed.

“And stop fucking apologizing,” he said, tugging at the back of your shirt. You relented and scooted yourself back to sit beside him. 

You knew the “sorry”’s were getting repetitive at this point. You’d squeaked one when you’d tripped over an empty pizza box on the way to his bed and caught yourself against him. You’d murmured another when you’d miscalculated which way to tilt your head when he’d first gone in for a kiss, causing the tips of your noses to bump against each other. 

“I’m—” Your sentence got cut off by him reaching over to fondle one of your breasts. The warmth of his calloused palm seeped through your shirt and bra. Your nipple, which had perked up to attention the second his mouth had come down on yours a few minutes earlier, rolled beneath his hand. You made a whimpering sound in the back of your throat before refinding the strength to breathe out: “I–I’m just kinda nervous is all.”

“Nervous? Why?” He cupped your tit from below now, lifting it away from your chest, feeling out its weight and the way the soft flesh conformed to his hand. “You scared? ‘Cuz I promise I’m not gonna hurtcha, sweetheart. Unless you want me to. Orrr… Maybe you’d wanna hurt me? I’m always down for any of that kinky shit.”

“I–I don’t know why,” you huffed. As you spoke, Trevor’s free hand snaked its way to your thigh. He gave it an experimental squeeze. “I just am.”

But you did know why. It was the same type of shyness that dewed your forehead with sweat and cinched your vocal chords shut, making your words shaky, whenever you found yourself in an intimate situation. Anxiety that you’d do or say something awkward. That your partner wouldn’t like what they found underneath your clothes. It had increased tenfold the usual tonight though, because you’d found yourself here, in the bed of a man with years more experience than you, who you’d already sensed had a hair–trigger temper.

Trevor didn’t catch onto your lie, thankfully. 

The hand on your thigh nudged upwards, leveraging your legs apart by a few inches. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he cooed against the side of your head. His breath, malty with the half dozen beers he’d drank at the Yellow Jack while trying to woo you, curled warm against the shell of your ear. “Just relax… Relax and let Uncle T take care of ya.”

The nickname made your stomach roll over itself. In a bad way or a good way, you couldn’t be sure. Maybe both. What you were sure of, was that the moment Trevor finished with undoing the zipper of your jeans, he would find a pair of panties that’d already been soaked through with excitement. 

A rolling growl came out of him when he made this little discovery. 

“Nervous but wet as hell,” he said, clearly proud of himself for eliciting this reaction. 

He squeezed your sex, testing the plushness of the area. The wetness spread underneath the cotton of your panties. You let out an airy moan. 

With one hand still shoved down your pants, he moved to tug at the neckline of your shirt with his other. 

“How about we get all these pesky clothes off, eh?” he crooned.

“W–Wait,” you suddenly cried, grabbing his wrist. 

He jerked his head away from its spot beside yours. Flashed you an annoyed glare. You swallowed. 

“I… Can I… I–Is it okay if I keep my shirt on?” 

Trevor guffawed with sheer disbelief, as if you’d just told him to forget all the flirting and the brief makeout session you’d already shared, you’d actually changed your mind about fucking and would rather just watch a movie together.

“Why the fuck would you wanna do that?” he asked gruffly. “C’mon. I wanna see those tits bounce while I’m fucking you.”

“I’m…” Worried you won’t find me attractive. Worried you’ll say something mean. Worried you’ll change your mind about doing this. “…Nervous.”

He continued his confused glare. You ducked your head down, staring again at the porn magazine by your foot. A painful, silent minute spun out. Then, Trevor clicked his tongue against his teeth. 

“Listen to me. You are sexy as hell. You know that?” he said, his voice more low and even than it’d been a moment ago. You felt a bit embarrassed that he’d caught on to your need for validation, but overwhelmingly glad that he was freely giving it.  “The, ah, ancient peoples… Greeks or Romans or whatever… They used to make statues of Venus—y’know, the goddess of fucking—with your type of figure.”

You glanced up at him. “Really?”

“They sure as shit did. Know why? ‘Cuz they had good taste. They knew that the more a woman has, the more there is to love.” He grabbed at your tits again, this time manhandling as much as he could with just one hand. “I mean—look at these puppies! And you’re so fucking soft… All over. Christ. I could just eat you right up, sugar.”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, feeling your cheeks warm. Nobody had ever complimented you like this before. It felt good. It felt genuine.

It didn’t feel quite good enough to quell your shyness, though.

You bowed your head again and watched your hands worry at the hem of your shirt. Trevor let out a harsh sigh as you retreated back into yourself.

Suddenly, he let go of you and clambered out of bed. You looked up and watched as he stumbled over the same pizza box you had earlier, which made you giggle a bit. The giggle stopped when he reached for the fly of his jeans the second he was on his feet and, in one hard yank, pulled them and his briefs down. Your head snapped back to the familiar sight of your own lap. There was a moment of clothing rustling as he stripped himself.

“Look at me,” he said firmly once he was finished.

By the sound of his voice, you expected to see another glare pinching his features when you followed his command. But he was actually smirking. You tried to keep your eyes pinned to his, but they were far too intense and you were far too flustered. So, you let your gaze schlep down his bare body as he stood before you, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his arms outspread in presentation. 

Your attention caught on certain parts. His broad chest covered in a smattering of dark hair. The hard muscle filling out his shoulders. The way his waist tapered slightly inwards. A couple–inch–long scar just below his left ribs. His lean but not entirely flat stomach. The trail of hair that started just above his navel and ran down to—

You flicked your attention back up, settling on the ridge of his collarbone.

“Your turn now, princess,” he purred. “Don’t you know it’s weird to be the only fully–dressed person in a room?”

You looked him in the face and gave him a smile now.

“I… Well. O–Okay.” You added, a bit more demurely: “If you help me.”

“Atta girl,” he muttered, stepping up to the edge of the bed again. 

He grabbed at the hem of your shirt and tugged up, encouraging you to straighten your arms over your head. 

Being undressed by him was oddly comforting. The way he struggled with unclasping your bra and unzipping your jeans, growling curses at himself as his fingers slipped in his excitement, made you feel wanted. Desired. Needed. He grabbed random palmfuls of the softest parts of your body as he went, kneading them with shaky appreciation. 

After he’d hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down and off of your legs, he paused for a moment. Standing over you as you sat on the edge of his bed, he drank in the full sight of your naked body. His dilated pupils jittered as they traced your soft curves.

“Look at you.” There was hunger in his voice, the corners of his mouth rising into another predatory smirk. You closed your eyes and tilted your chin to your chest, bashfully smiling. “Even fucking better than I imagined.”

A hand cupped your chin. Your head was thrown back and suddenly, his mouth was on yours again. 

He shoved his tongue against yours. Breathless groaning leaked out from between his lips. You tasted them; drank in his desperate exhales and the bitterness of smoked cigarettes and downed beers and burned crystal. Part of you knew you should be disgusted. The other part, which was quickly ballooning into not just a part but a whole, told you to enjoy this—to enjoy all of him as he was enjoying all of you.

Before you knew it, you were on your back. He hunched over you, his broad silhouette blocking the weak light of the bare bulb hung from his ceiling. As he got closer, bending further, you felt something hot and hard and slick bump against one of your knees. You reached out blindly as you continued to kiss him, feeling for his erection. Your hand instinctively wrapped around it the moment your fingertips brushed against its head. Heavy and solid and wrapped with surprisingly soft skin, his cock completely filled your palm. You found that it was quite short, too, as you began to lazily pump it. Didn’t matter. Your fingers couldn’t even close all the way around him, he was so thick. A throb that felt both tightening and loosening at once travelled through your sex when you thought about just how far he would stretch you out. 

Trevor hissed against your mouth, his frame suddenly drawing up tight. He bit at your bottom lip; tugged at it and growled around it.

“Fuck the foreplay. I think we’re both plenty ready.”

You murmured an affirmative sound against his lips, and he straightened himself up from you.

This time, you shamelessly admired his whole body as he moved to his bedside table and rummaged around in its drawer for a condom. A trickle of precum had leaked from the bulbous, red tip of his cock. There was a slight curve to his erection that you knew would press against that sweet spot tucked up inside of you just perfectly. It twitched against his fingers as he shakily rolled a condom down its length. 

When he turned to you, he was grinning again. Your lower abdomen felt like it’d been turned to liquid. And as he grabbed you by the hips and yanked your ass to the very edge of his bed, spreading your thighs for himself, you felt that liquid seep from you. You briefly wondered if you’d ever been wetter; quickly decided you hadn’t. 

Trevor reached down between the two of you to guide his cock. You felt him bump up against your sex. He made a few jerking passes up and down your slit, teasing you, nudging maddeningly briefly up against your throbbing clit before going back down to press against your entrance. 

Your mouth dropped open when he finally eased his cock into your pussy. As your body stretched to accommodate him, pain bloomed deep inside you. He buckled forward, planting his hands outside your shoulders. You watched him wince and felt yourself grimacing, as well.

“Fuck,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You tried to say that no, maybe he was just big, but then he canted hips further, fully sheathing himself with a quiet squelch. Your words turned into a mewl. He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Thaaat’s it, sugar,” he breathed, straightening himself up again and yanking you even closer to him by your hips, until you could feel his balls pressing warm and soft against your ass. “Make those pretty little sounds for me.”

And then he was fucking you. And it was good. Really good. So good that even if you didn’t want to make “pretty little sounds for him,” they would’ve involuntarily bubbled up out of you anyways.

Every thrust of his hips sent a burst of achey pleasure coursing through your insides. He was so close—perfectly painfully, utterly pleasurably close—to being too thick for you to handle, and yet the generous slick your sex had sopped itself with made it easy for him to piston in and out of you. Each jab into you knocked a grunt from his scarred, parted lips and a wet whimper from your own. 

His pace quickly became messy. Faster. Jagged. You clutched at the threadbare comforter beneath you. Watched, and adored, the faint ripple of hidden muscle flexing and unflexing beneath the fat of his stomach as he fucked you while he watched every tantalizing bounce of your breasts. The heady scent of sex quickly filled the room, mingling with the wet sounds of your bodies smacking against each other, making your head swim.

Just a minute into it, Trevor suddenly drove forward as far as he could. You let out a keening moan as you felt him fully bury himself inside of you, your core on the verge of completely melting down from the sheer goodness of being so incredibly full of him.

“You look so fucking good at the end of my boy,” Trevor growled, moving his hands from the bed to your tits. He greedily filled each hand with one, your plush skin overflowing from the spaces between his fingers. “Like a fucking dream, baby. Shit, shit, shit, I–I love you. I love you so, so fucking much.”

His voice warbled over the sentiment. He began to thrust again, going hard, his movements shallow but primal, keeping his cock almost entirely buried inside of you. Itching, hot tension moved through your guts. You threw your head back. Reached out and grabbed at his forearms as his hold on your breasts turned crazed and almost painful. Felt the hard muscle under his scar–spattered skin as he held onto you and you onto him. 

As quickly as it’d appeared, the tension inside of you mounted up. Every swing of his hips, every huffed breath, every gravelly groan, inched you closer and closer to a climax that was approaching with reckless abandon. 

“Trevor,” you managed to gasp out. “I–I’m gonna cum.”

“Good, good, g–good girl,” Trevor rasped above you. “C’mon, c’mon. Cum for me; cum all over that dick, sweetness.”

The tension swirled and condensed, cinching up every aching muscle of your pussy. With one drawn–out moan, Trevor thrust into you as deep as he could once more and you came completely undone.

Climax ripped through you. Your back, damp with sweat, arched off the bed. Static burst behind your closed eyes. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock with the strength of a coiled spring shooting out then being pressed down again, over and over. In the white–hot haze of orgasm, you didn’t even notice that Trevor had stopped his thrusting until you felt his cock begin to pulsate right against your sweet spot, milked by the fluttering walls of your sex. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” he whined.

He collapsed atop you once he was finished.

The two of you raced to catch your breaths. For how long, you didn’t know. All you knew was that, with his chest pressed against yours, the sweat of his skin mingling with yours and his cock slowly going soft inside of you, you felt more satisfied than you ever had before.

[hxjikonn]

Hello again~! May i request Lilia and Malleus react with reader who tried to create an Ai resemble of themself cuz human life are too short and they don't want them to feel sad when they are gone.

Avid angst enjoyer here thanking you for this wonderfully hurtful idea, also I’m sorry this took so long lmao😭🫶🏻 hope you enjoy it!

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‘Till forever falls apart

☆Staring☆: Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge x GN! Reader

Synopsis: How would they react finding out you’ve been working on creating an AI version of yourself so that they’ll have you with them even when you’re gone

Warnings: Mentions of Death, A lot of crying.

Malleus Draconia

“Ah…” you gasped, waking up in a cold sweat, you didn’t have any nightmares however you knew what you were feeling was worse…fear…pure fear. You clutched on to your shirt, feeling your heart beat, hearing it thump in your ears. Grim woke up to the sound of your breathing “Hey…are you okay?” He sat up rubbing his eye with his paw, “I’m fine Grim…it’s just…it’s happening again…” you said patting his head.

The cat frowned upon your response, but you only returned his expression with a smile “Dont worry about me…you can go back to sleep, I’ll come back to bed in a second…” you scratched behind his ear attempting to woo him to sleep, “Where you going anyway?” He asked, already half asleep. “Just somewhere…don’t worry about it” you gave him more head pats until finally he fell back into a slumber.

As you leave the room, you headed to the lounge area, there you opened your laptop at started coding, a little skill you learned from Idia, you sighed and stopped typing for awhile. “Why am I doing this…” you asked yourself burrying yourself into your palms, tears start to well up in your eyes, the truth of it all was that the reason of your fear was simple. It was death.

And no not death itself, but what and who you’ll leave behind when you die. You’re afraid of leaving him. You knew that a lifespan of a fae such as Malleus lasted a lot longer than yours, and as much as you wanted to stay by his side forever, you couldn’t. So you had a talk with Idia a few weeks back about creating an AI version of yourself.

He was against it at first, but he knew what it felt like to lose someone, and he didn’t wish that upon anyone, so he taught you how…and here you are. You thought it’d be easy to do this, it’s just precaution you said, but ever since you started, you feared the day you’d disappear would be closer.

You hugged your knees and cried, you couldn’t anything other than that, it’s not like you had magic like the others, or half fae like sebek. There wasn’t any other way. “Why are you crying my love?” a soft whisper from behind you was heard, before you could even look back, he had picked you up and placed you on his lap, enveloping you in his warmth.

“Malleus?? What are you doing here?” You looked up at him, your cheeks still had tears running down them. “I felt that you were upset…so I came…” he said, “now it’s your turn to answer…” he adds. You looked back down onto your hands “I just watched a sad movie…” you lied. “It must’ve been a very sad movie considering you were shaking before I held you…” he didn’t buy your excuse.

You only nodded at his response, feeling him beside you only made the fear worse, your mind racing with thoughts like how you wont ever get to be held by him like this again once you die…you’ll never hear his voice…you wont be able to hug him again… suddenly your thoughts were interrupted with 3 words, 3 simple words that broke you. “I’m also afraid.” He said.

You couldn’t respond you didn’t know what to say so you let him continue as you hold yourself together. “Time is a very cruel creature. It yields no magic, it doesn’t even commit violence but it wipes away many many lives…” the tone of his voice had a slight shake in them. Desperately trying to not talk about this topic, you faked a yawn “Mal…I’m a bit tired…I think I’ll go rest” you said as you stood up, shutting your laptop and walking away.

You didn’t want to talk about this, this is what you’ve been keeping from him, you don’t want to hurt him, it’s the exact reason why you chose to create your AI version. “I’m afraid of losing you too…” he spoke. It was as if you were shattered, you heard the loud thumping of your heart in your ears again as well as the cold traces your tears leave on your cheeks.

“I’m scared…each passing day I think about the clock of your lifespan running out, it scares me. I don’t want to think about the day when you leave me…” he confessed, you didn’t even hear him walk towards you but you suddenly felt his arms on your waist. You felt his tears staining your shirt. It hurts. You trembled in his embrace, shaky breaths escape your lips.

“They deemed me one of the one of the 5 most powerful wizards in the world but even I’m scared of time taking you away…” He whispers weakly, “however I don’t want anyone other than you, not even a copy…” he adds, you turn to face him in shock. “How did you…” “I love you too much to not know what you’re thinking about my love” he interrupts. “I’m sorry…” you apologized, breaking into a fit of sobs.

He held you close also erupting into cries, “I don’t want to leave you…I don’t want you to feel alone again, I want you to see that I’m here even though I’m gone….” You explained hugging him. “But it’s not you…” he answered. “You can program it to be you as much as you want but I’d rather accept the fact that I’ve loved you until your last moments than to play pretend with a copy of what you used to be…” he finishes, kissing your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

“I love you…and even though I know it’ll come one day, I’ll spend every second loving you, caring for you, and being with you until then.” He held you as if you were porcelain, as if you could break at the slightest touch, as if you’d disappear if he lets you go. You hiccuped and sniffled holding on to him as well, you never wanted to let go.

Suddenly the fear that had been clouding your mind left. The storm had passed, everything felt okay again. You grew tired after a long while of tears and sorrow, Malleus took the initiative to take you to bed. But he didn’t return to diasomnia that night. He didn’t want to be far from you, not now, not ever.

Lilia Vanrouge

You we’re excited to see him, your lover, you had a very special gift to show him today. You finally finished it, after long hours, nights, days, weeks, months of preparation it’s finally done. An innocent gift, you had no ill intentions in making this. All you wanted was to make him happy, even if you’re not there with him one day.

“Come on! Just a little bit further” you held on to his shoulders, pushing him towards the room as he was blindfolded “My dear you’ve been pushing me for the past 5 minutes now, when can I see your little surprise?” Lilia said, unknowing of what it is. You two finally reached the room where the “gift” was and you were do excited for him to see, though you had to admit it hurt nonetheless…you were doing this for him

“Okay…you can take your blindfold off now” you said as you stood infront of your lover, he reluctantly took his blindfold off and met eyes with you, “What? Is the surprise to be alone with you in a room? If it is I’m absolutely loving it” he said cupping your face lovingly. You laughed and took his hands off your face gently, “No…well I mean yes, but right now you’ll see two of me…” you said, hinting at what lays ahead

He gazes at you, both confusion and amusement lingers in his eyes, he crosses his arms smiling waiting for you to reveal whatever it is you had planned, the moment you did though…his smile died along with his amusement….he looks at it with nothing but bafflement and sadness “What is this?”were the only words that left him…

“It’s me!” You beamed at him showing him the holographic replica you made of yourself, “I made me, for you” you awkwardly stated, now saying it out loud it sounded bad, “B-but! I made it because-“ Lilia cuts you off before you could even redeem yourself

“No Y/n.” he says sternly. “Lilia I just-“ he cuts you off once again “No Y/n. Whatever this is…I don’t like it…I don’t appreciate it.” He says motioning to the holographic version of yourself, his expression pained, upset, confused and angry. “I’m not gonna be here forever Lilia…nor can I live as long as you” you defended yourself

“And you think this is gonna make me feel at ease?!Having a version of you, that I cant touch, that I can speak to but has computerized answers, some kind of moving picture that isn’t living…this thing is not you.” He snaps back angrily, he gazes at the hologram filled with spite. Making you tear up a bit, you had figured this would be one of the reactions you’d get, though you hadn’t prepared for it as much as you thought…

“I’m scared Lilia, I’m afraid of leaving…I don’t want you to feel like you’ve lost me one day when my human body gives up on me…I cant stay even though I want to so this the best I could do” you choked back tears…looking at the floor filled with hurt and fear, fear for the day that waits, the day that you pass away…leaving him forever.

You thought you finally made Lilia hate you, maybe it was for the best you thought, maybe it’s better he hates you than loves you, that way when you’re gone, it wont hurt him as much. You heard footsteps on the wooden floor, in your mind, you told yourself Lilia was leaving now…so you stayed put, shut eyes and head hanging low.

But unexpectedly, you felt a warm, loving, and strong embrace, it felt like the last push you needed to let out the tears you’ve been holding back, and you did. “I’d rather miss you everyday for as long as I live, than having to ease the pain of not having you with this contraption…” He says in a hushed tone while comfortingly rubbing your back

“I’d rather spend the rest of my days thinking about the memories we’ve made when you were here, than to make new fake memories with a hologram…” he adds, you continued to sob and hold him weakly, feeling as if every word he spoke was a dagger through your chest, but something you also needed to hear.

“I’ve been knew about this the moment I decided to love you, I knew you weren’t going to be with me forever, I knew you were going to leave first, but I wasn’t scared, because I promised myself I’d spend every waking day with you, making our time together memorable…so that when you leave I’d know…that I made you happy while you were here…and that you’ve spent your mortal years contently…” Lilia spoke, his voice quivering but also spoke to you with the gentlest tone.

He backs away slightly to give you a short but passionate kiss, then he pulls away putting his forehead on yours, tears both staining your cheeks as they trailed down from your eyes “I love you, only you, no one else, nothing else, just you. The Y/n I can hug, and kiss, and laugh with…you.” Lilia smiles sadly, wiping your cheek with her thumbs.

You nod, still feeling the tears continuously flowing, Your lover pulled you back into his tight but loving embrace, it felt safe…like all your worries being washed away, you knew now that everything was going to be okay, all you needed was him, as long as he was with you, nothing else mattered.

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A/N: Heyyyy so here’s a little something that’s been on my drafts for the longest time now 😭🤚🏻 I’m a bit rusty as I haven’t wrote anything in a long time so this may come off as rushed or repetitive, But nonetheless hope you guys like it ♡♡♡ (also sorry for coming back with another angst post lolllll) love ya bye! 🫶🏻

[bawnjourno]

without further ado... Sparks Austin recap

I won’t elaborate but the two days of travel to get here were very exhausting and trying. I rolled up to the venue, prepared to maybe sit during some songs and nurse a Diet Coke. 

I had never been to Austin before and boy, is it a music oriented city. Not just the venues but the people, the culture. There were multiple fans in Hippo tour shirts, a fully cosplayed Cate Blanchett, and lots of women in beautiful dresses. The Moody Center’s hallway had snapshots of all the cool people that had played there. I love venues with history!

I was worried that the venue set up would be annoying or awkward but I got to my front row seat and I was 4 feet from the stage, just off to the left of Ron’s piano - the perfect view.

The show started... a lot of U.S. venues had audiences who mostly sat and then got up during MTCYDT but the two thirty something hipster dudes behind me stood the whole time so I got to stand and dance :) And a good chunk of the crowd on the left stayed standing too! I was drenched with sweat maybe 4 songs in and it was amazing. All my tiredness and stress melted away as I was loudly singing and dancing.

This crowd was electric, so loud and responsive and to the Latte cuts too! Not just the hits! People were going crazy for TGICIHL in a way that Milwaukee was more subdued about. Russell smiled at me really big early in the show, probably because I knew the words and was loud and enthusiastic. I got a cute SMWS Russell tummy jump video which I will post later.

During  Nothing Is As Good As They Say It Is, I obviously knew the way Russell sashayed and waved his arm back and forth during the chorus from other shows and was mimicking him. He locked eyes with me and we did the hand punctuating thing at each other during that TWICE.

I am a “woo”er I will freely admit that and so I am constantly obnoxiously screaming and clapping and just being super loud. So I obviously was screaming my head off when Ron got up for Shopping Mall Of Love. During the second chorus he looked DIRECTLY at me and went “yeah ✊” I will post video later but I was shakinggggggg.

There were lots of loud applause breaks and late-ish in the show (can’t remember when), Ron looked directly at me again and mouthed “thank you”. Like no thank YOUUUUUUUU KING!

I know Russell bounces around a lot on stage, HOWEVER, the way this stage was set up, it was probably a bit harder to get to our side of the stage, but he came over a lot anyway and I have to think it was partially because of me because he seemed to almost be finding excuses to come dance with us even when he was about to have to start singing again 🤗

Eli dancing and feeling the music was so slay I love that short king jfdgkjrfkjg

I’m not sure how or why Russell would ever EVER feel self conscious about his tummy.... I was lucky to get it captured during SMWS... during MTYCTD though he danced over and it was too fast for me to get filmed but I basically was 4 feet from the man and watched his tummy bounce out from under his t-shirt for a good 5-7 seconds... mesmerized is the most polite way to put how I felt in that moment but oh my fucking god 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 [redacted] [censored] [an oncoming train whistle obscures what i’m about to say] but suffice it to say [meme voice] I think I hauve covid...

And the open collar and sweat obviously..... yeah.

As I divulged to a few of you and was encouraged by @jefffreybeaumont, the plan was to make a sign that says “YOU’RE MUCH HOTTER THAN THE GALLAGHER BROTHERS” because in interviews they’re always being asked how they don’t fight like the Gallaghers or the Davies. The secret spice was typing it out in Barbie font. I somehow managed to not get it wrinkled in my over 1000 mile 2 day voyage and held it up during the shuffle. I don’t think Russell could read it because he was farther away but during the shuffle I held it up. It was hard to tell Ron’s reaction because I was multitasking but I watched later and sent it to @rhythmthlef and she says his face showed “bemused self effacement” fdkjgkldjsfkg. 

Something I’d stupidly personally worried about for ages was that Ron and Russell didn’t care about the U.S. as much - the U.K. has always embraced them and I’d worried that they didn’t think of these shows as special or meaningful because radio stations here don’t give them the time of day and they don’t always sell out. Since Chicago, I don’t worry about that anymore. Their faces shine with excitement, pride, and pure joy at EVERY SHOW. They’ve gotten more fans since TSB and opportunities that they wouldn’t have gotten ten years ago, even in the U.S. I mean, NPR Tiny Desk! Wow. Russell was emphasizing that the feelings of the shows “don’t go away when we go to the next city” and I could tell that he really meant it. 

Eli came out for the encore in the bucket hat and a red Southern style bandana - very cute. The man who took the photo handed Russell his cowboy hat beforehand and Russell says, “Oh yeah, my hat.” He then proceeds to put it on, smirk confidently at the audience, and say, “What’s up, yall? You from these parts?”WHAT IS WRONG W HIMMMMMMMM GFHJDKJGFKLDSJFKDS CALIFORNIA DOOFUS!!! And I fought for my life squeezing into the pic but I’m in there! Right behind the keyboard!

The pic is taken and I know my chance is now. I start screaming for Ron (who was a bit closer to me) but he doesn’t hear me. I then start screaming at the top of my lungs “RUSSELL!!! I HAVE A LETTER!! RUSSELL!!” and after about 7 times he hears and sees me and meanders over and takes the letter and 2 rainbow Sparks logo acrylic pins (the ones I sold to some of yall a couple months ago)! I’m not sure if they’ll wear the pins but I had to try. I do hope they read the letter - they really do mean everything to me. I was unsure that I’d get their attention at all, so I didn’t get the moment I handed it on film, but I do have a video of Russell holding and then glancing down at the letter. They were leaving the stage and Russell stopped to hold hands with multiple people on his way offstage.

I stood there for a minute, very emotional, then made my way out. As I left, a security guard off to the side went “Hey, you sang all night man, that was great.” and I just replied “They’re my favorite band, you’ve gotta be passionate, y’know, thanks!” Even non fans know I’m a real one kgcjkgjfdkjgfd.

My Lyft driver was super sweet and chatty and I rode back to my hotel feeling like I was floating on a cloud.

Random sidenotes: A) They cut “Toughest Girl In Town” which I didn’t realize til later - I’m sure they’re getting tired near the end of the tour B) Eli is truly such a talented guitarist? He slayed the Bon Voyage solo. He was right in front of me so I really got to see him shine (in my brief moments not zeroed in on Ron and Russell) but obviously the whole band is amazing C) I sent Alissa snaps of me during Beaver O’Lindy and they said “You’re almost singing louder than Russell is” kdgfjkdjkg D) This was the one time I didn’t cry during It Doesn’t Have To Be That Way because I was sweating so much that [Lucille Bluth voice] I couldn’t spare the moisture E) I will share a few videos but I swear my singing is horrendous and embarrassing so just the key moments jfdgjfi F) I used almost 10GB of memory on photos and videos...

The plan is to get a Sparks tattoo within the year. I’ve gotta do it. They are so special to me. I’ve been into bands before and I don’t regret any of it but this feels different and special. This truly feels like where I belong as a fan and a person and as someone who has always felt strange and awkward and out of place. But there’s one place and one song and that’s Sparks.

SparksTour forever ✨

[leossmoonn]

Girl Crush

masterlist

pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - enjoy this monstrosity I typed up.

summary - while dating steve, you managed to develop a crush on robin

warnings / includes - mild language, little suggestive, underage drinking (although you all are 18+), food consumption, cheating, kissing, fighting, mentions of biphobia, little bit of body image issues. sorry for all my steve lovers <3

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*gif isn’t mine*

She’s perfect, Robin thinks. Her eyes follow you as you throw a stick for your dog to catch. She’s mesmerized by you: your laugh, smile, the way you seem to float while walking or running. She can’t tear her eyes away.

But she’s forced to, especially when Steve sits down next to her. She lets out a little sigh, averting her eyes away from you and looking down at her lap. It’s probably for the best, she figures. She doesn’t want you thinking she’s a creep.

"I have your lemonade!" Steve shouts at you. "Okay!" you grin. You throw the stick for your dog to catch, jogging over to Steve. "Thanks, Stevie."

"No problem, honey," he smiles, leaning over and pecking your lips.

Robin gags at the two of you, but not for the reasons you both think.

"Someone a little jealous?" Steve smirks. "In your dreams. Any sane girl would run away from you. Uh, n-no offense, Y/n," Robin stammers.

"None taken. I guess that just makes me crazy," you giggle. You put your hand on Steve's chest and kiss him more, leaning into him as he slips his hand around your waist. 

Robin keeps her eyes down, heart sinking into her chest as you basically crush her dreams in five seconds. 

“Hey, Robin, do you want to play ultimate frisbee?” you ask her. 

She looks up at you, checking you out swiftly. You’re wearing a pair of high-waisted denim shorts and a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt that’s tucked into your jeans. Red sunglasses cover your eyes from the bright sun, and your hair is up and out of your face. Your skin is glowing from sweat and sunscreen. Long story short, you look like an angel. 

“Oh, you don’t want me to play sports,” Robin chuckles. “Aw, c’mon,” you pout. “It’ll be fun! Plus, you can’t be worse than Steve.”

“Hey! I’m good at ultimate frisbee!” Steve exclaims. “Yeah, okay, babe,” you pat his chest. You turn back to Robin and hold out your hand, lowering your head and causing your sunglasses to slip down the bridge of your nose. Between your smile and your captivating eyes, Robin couldn’t deny you. She never would be able to. She’s embarrassingly whipped. 

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Robin sighs. She slips her hand into yours and pulls herself up. She’s just a little taller than you from standing on the bottom step of the deck. Her heartbeat fills her ears as she realizes how close she is to you. Her knees almost buckle at your smirk. 

“Me and you against Steve and Leo?” you suggest. “Y-Yeah, sure. Girls against boys. Woo, go feminism!” Robin pumps her free fist in the air. 

She’s surprised that she makes you laugh, but she enjoys the sound. 

“You’re hilarious, Buck.” you lightly punch her shoulder. “More like a dork,” Steve snorts. 

Robin rolls her eyes at Steve. “At least I don't sing every song from Grease.”

“It’s a great musical, okay? I love Danny’s hair,” Steve explains himself. “Yeah, we know. He’s like, your hair idol,” Robin snorts.

“Okay, kids, play nice!” you grab the frisbee and walk to stand next to Robin.

“Sorry. He’s so annoying sometimes,” Robin mutters. “It’s okay, he can be grouchy sometimes,” you shrug. 

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Robin mutters. “And stop saying sorry. You should have nothing to be sorry for,” you say. 

Robin stares at you with wide eyes. “Okay. Sorry. Oh, shit. Sorry. I mean —”

“Starting now,” you chuckle. Robin lets out a breathy laugh and nods. “Right. Um, thanks.”

“Thank me later when we win,” you wink. Robin’s heart flutters and her throat becomes dry, both from you and the heat. “I-I definitely will.” 

A couple of days later, Robin sees you again while she’s at work.

“Oh, hey, Y/n. Steve isn’t in today,” Robin greets you.

“I know. He’s hanging out with Dustin,” you say.

“Oh. What’re you doing here, then? Do you, um, need a movie to watch?” Robin asks.

You smile, “no, I’m here to see you, silly.” Robin audibly gasps. “M-Me? Um, why?”

“Don’t act all surprised! We’re friends, right?”

Robin gulps harshly and nods. “Yeah, yeah. We are.”

“Glad you agree!” you prance up to the front counter and rest your elbows on it, leaning forward to talk to Robin. You’re so close to her, she can smell the bubblegum that you’re chewing. It takes everything in her to not lean in further.

“So, I was wondering if you’re free this Friday,” you say.

“I should be. Why?” she asks. “Well, Steve’s 20th is coming up and I was hoping you’d be open to helping me plan,” you explain.

If Robin was drinking something, she would have spit it out. Instead, her stomach drops to the floor and she becomes nervous again — as if she’s not always nervous in your presence.

“I know I don’t know you too well, so planning parties might not be your thing, but I don’t want to do it myself. And I can’t ask Max because I don’t want to stress her out more after everything with Vecna, and Nancy and I aren’t exactly on the best terms, so —”

“Yes!” Robin shouts, a little too loud for her liking. Your eyes widen and your lips upturn into a satisfied smile. “Great! I love your enthusiasm, by the way.”

“U-um, thank you. Anyways, yeah, I would love to plan his party. Nothing like his best friend and, uh, girlfriend planning it, right?” Robin laughs shyly.

“Exactly what I was thinking!” you nod excitedly. “So, whenever you’re off work today, can you call me when you’re free so we can start planning and setting up decorations and stuff?”

“Yeah, sure,” Robin replies. “Groovy!” you laugh. You immediately face palm, heat rising up your neck. “I mean, awesome. I’m sorry. I’m hanging out with my dad too much.”

Now it’s Robin’s turn to act all confident and tease you a little bit. She thinks it’s so cute when you get all embarrassed and duck your head down. You’re never like this. You’re always so sure of yourself, but there are times where you feel like you’ve gone too far and embarrassed yourself. Robin always finds herself enjoying those times the most. She thinks that she’s seeing the real you, behind the mom act you put on for the kids.

“It’s cool you hang out with your dad,” Robin says.

Your eyes light up. “You think so?” Robin nods, “totally. Being with family is nice.”

Something shifts in the air between you two. You both can feel it. Both of your hearts race as you stare into each other’s eyes. You both can’t seem to avert your gazes this time.

Usually, you’ve got your staring at Robin under control. You usually give her glances or take your chance to gaze when she’s talking, which is the most natural and discreet way to admire her. It’s not like you like her. You just thought that she was pretty. And to be fair, her outfits are always super cute. Plus, you have a boyfriend, Steve, whom you love very much and have plans to marry someday.

You are the first one to break out of your daze. You take a couple of steps back, needing fresh air. All you can smell is Robin’s shampoo, and it’s driving you crazy.

“So, call me, yeah?” you ask. “Yeah, of course. See you, Y/n,” Robin gives you a shy wave.

You flash a friendly smile. “Bye, Buck.”

The next couple of days are the hardest for you two. It’s more difficult than anything you’ve had to endure, and you both managed to escape the supernatural last year.

Robin’s feelings for you only grow stronger. Her head feels like it’s about to explode if she doesn’t tell you, but to keep the friendship, she holds her tongue.

As for you, it’a nothing out of the ordinary. Except when you two take breaks and chill on the couch listening to music.

When you’re decorating, you’re able to distract yourself and think about Steve. You always have a smile on your face, thinking about Steve’s reaction and how big his eyes are going to be. How bright his smile will shine. But when you’re across from Robin, able to smell her shampoo and trace every feature on her face, Steve suddenly goes away. It’s as if he never exists, honestly. But you keep reminding yourself that he does and that you don’t like Robin.

Even if you did like Robin, what could you do about it? Who would ever believe you if you say that you like both guys and girls? You’re positive your sexuality hasn’t been excepted yet.

You also don’t know if Robin likes you or not. The signs are there, but Robin has always been an awkward person. You figure that she usually acts like this. She does, but in the back of your mind, you know she behaves just a tad bit different around you.

“The place looks great,” Robin comments as she looks at all the decorations. “Steve is going to be pleasantly surprised.”

“Thank you. And I couldn’t have done this without you. Who knew decorating for a birthday party was actually a two-person job?” You chuckle.

“Always here to help,” Robin smiles.

You hum in reply, slowly tearing your eyes away from hers and looking down at your hands. You fidget with your thumbs, pushing back the aching feeling in your chest. You tell yourself it’s because you miss Steve, but you know that’s not true.

“So, um, you’re a year younger than Steve?” Robin asks.

“Yep,” you nod. “Crazy how he’s already 20. I remember knowing him when we were 10.”

Robin’s brows raise. “Woah, seriously? What was he like? You have to tell me all of his dirty secrets now.”

You giggle, “I don’t remember much, honestly. But I do know that 10-year-old Steve was sweet and kind and a people pleaser. It wasn’t until high school when he became the jackass we’ve all grown to know and love.”

“He’s not so much anymore. Probably because he’s with you,” Robin smiles.

“True. And thank you, but a lot of things have happened to make him change.”

Robin nods in agreement. “So, when did you two start dating?”

“Um, end of our senior” you answer.

“How come you guys didn’t date before?”

“Are you kidding? I mean, you know how bad Steve was. No offense to him at all. He’s my best friend, but I knew his type. I wasn’t about to get myself heart broken. I was just waiting for the right time, and when it showed up, I took my opportunity. Now here I am,” you smile dreamily.

You remember the first time you told Steve you liked him. It was the most nerve-racking thing you’d ever done, but you’re thankful you did it. Turns out, Steve had liked you all along but never felt good enough for you. But everything seemed to line up and you two were able to get together. Funny how things work.

Robin can’t look away from you, even though it shatters her heart. You look so happy just thinking about Steve.

She attempts to ignore her feelings for you, push them away and keep them locked up forever. Who is she to ruin a perfect relationship? Plus, you don’t even like girls. It’s a lose-lose situation.

Harrington 2, Buckley 0, Robin remarks to herself.

“I’m sorry,” you laugh. “I can get a little um… carried away thinking about Steve.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. He’s a great guy. I-I would too, if I was, uh, with him.” Robin cringes at her words, hoping you don’t take them wrong. Luckily, you don’t. You know Robin doesn’t like Steve any more than a friend.

“I’m a lucky girl,” you grin. “What about you, Buck? Meet any nice people in Hawkins?”

Robin’s cheeks dust pink. She ducks her head down so you can’t see, but you very much still can.

“Uh, no. No one here interests me,” she answers.

“Understandable. Everyone here is either old enough to be our parents, or is still in that asshole phase from high school,” you sigh.

“Maybe they need a supernatural experience to change them,” Robin chuckles. You laugh with her. “That’ll do the trick.”

Silence falls over you two. You lean against the back of your couch, closing your eyes to rest.

“A-Are you tired? We can stop for today if you need a nap,” Robin suggests.

“Hmm, that sounds tempting,” you say. “I still have to wrap Steve’s gifts, though. I don’t want to do that on the day of the party.”

“Right,” Robin nods. “How about you take a nap, and I can wrap them?”

You open your eyes and look at her. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she smiles softly. “Consider it a thank you for being my friend.” She curses herself in her head for how cheesy she sounds, but it’s true.

You smile and lean over, placing your hand onto hers. “Don’t thank me. You’re awesome, Robin. If anything, I thank you for being my friend.”

Robin’s heart pounds and her body becomes warm from your touch. She can’t stop looking at your hand that’s placed on top of hers. Your skin is so soft and your hold is gentle.

“Consider us both lucky, then,” she breathes out.

You slip away, standing up and stretching. The top of your shirt rides up your stomach and Robin tries her hardest not to stare. She keeps her eyes trained on your carpet, waiting until you’re done to look at you.

You take a little too long to stretch, but not on accident. You can feel Robin’s stare, and you like it. You find yourself wanting her to reach out to you, to hold your hand again. As you drop your arm, guilt and shame fill you. What is wrong with me? you think. I have a boyfriend, for God’s sake.

“If you’re hungry, help yourself. I’ll see you later,” you say, flashing her a little smile before quickly walking to your room.

Robin sits dumbfounded. Is it just her or are you acting weird? Usually, you aren’t so detached. Robin worries if she said something wrong, but she can’t think of anything wrong that she said. Maybe you’re just tired, she hopes.

Robin rummages through your supply closet and finds the wrapping paper. She finds your gifts on the kitchen table and gets to work.

You had bought Steve one gift and made him one yourself. The gift you bought him was a new pair of sneakers that he’s been wanting forever, but he hasn’t had the chance to shop for them yet. And the gift you made him was one of those car decorations you can hang on the review mirror. It was a little picture frame of you two. Steve’s arm was wrapped around you while you were kissing his cheek, huge smiles on both of your faces. In the back of the frame, you wrote “I love you always”.

This makes Robin feel even more stupid for having a crush on you.

She carefully puts the picture in a little box you had set aside for it. She wraps both of the presents to the best of her ability. She sets them on top of each other on the kitchen table and got up to put her shoes on and get her jacket. She wants to stay, but she has no reason to. You’re asleep and it wasn’t her house to just do whatever in. Robin leaves your house with a heavy heart, hoping that whenever you awake, you’ll call her.

When you wake up, you’re a little disappointed that Robin left. You hoped that she would stay and you two could hang out more, but you understand why she left.

You put on a pair of shorts and one of Steve’s shirts you had stolen. You walk into the kitchen, wanting to get yourself something to eat, but the flashing red light on your answering machine caught your attention. You play the two messages that were left. One is from Robin and another from Steve.

“Hey, it’s Robin. Um, I wrapped the gifts for you. I hope you like how I did it. If not, you can totally redo it yourself. I’m not a pro-wrapper or anything.”

Her words make you laugh. You sit on the couch and lean on the ledge to continue listening.

“Anyways, I’m calling because I think I left my wallet at your house. It’s blue with a picture of my mom and me in the front pocket. I’m not sure where I left it, but if you could find it that would be great. And if you don’t mind dropping it off for me at work tomorrow? Or you can just have Steve give it to me if that’s easier. Thanks for having me over again. See you later.”

You play Steve’s message while you’re looking for Robin’s wallet.

“Hey, honey, it’s Steve. I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie tonight? Thanks to Max, I realize I have been a terrible boyfriend and haven’t taken you on a date in a while. If you listen to this before 6, I’d like to take you out at 7. How does dinner and a movie sound? Call me back and let me know if you want to. I love you!”

Your heart warms at his message. He’s right, you two haven’t been on a date in forever, but it wasn’t his fault entirely. The world was falling apart again, and you all had to be the ones saving it. But you’re overjoyed that he asked you out, anyways. You already make up your mind without hesitation.

You find Robin’s wallet, deciding to give it to Steve when he picks you up tonight. You call Steve back and get ready for your date. Steve shows up at your door 30 minutes later with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Oh, for me?” You gasp as you look at the flowers. “Mhm. Pretty flowers for a pretty lady,” he flashes you his charming smile.

“How did I get to lucky?” You hum contently. You walk outside of your house and close the door quickly so Steve doesn’t see the decorations. Of course, Steve is confused.

“Aren’t you gonna put the flowers in a vase?” He asks.

“Yes, I will later. But I just want to get this date on already!” You explain. You weren’t lying, per se, but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

“Good choice. Let’s go, shall we?” He asks.

You nod eagerly, wrapping your hands around his arm as you two walk to his car. You kiss him sweetly as he opens the door for you.

“So, what are we seeing?” You ask. “Well, I know you were super mad that you couldn’t see Footloose when it came out, so I decided to rent the movie,” he explains.

“Really?” You ask, your eyes lighting up in excitement. “Yep. But first, I’ll take you to dinner,” he says.

“Ah, Steve! You’re the best!” You lean over in your seat, grabbing his face gently and kissing him. He smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He cradles your neck, leaning into you and allowing him to deepen the kiss. You let out a breathy moan of his name as his other hand grasps your thigh. All you can smell and taste is him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You whine as he pulls away, need growing inside you.

“You’ll get what you want tonight,” he winks. “I better. I haven’t gotten any alone time with you in like, forever,” you chuckle.

“Don’t worry. Tonight we’ll do everything we haven’t gotten the chance to do the last couple of months.” He slips his hand into yours and kisses every one of your knuckles.

And just like that, any doubt or looming feeling of guilt disappears. You soon forget about your encounters and thoughts about Robin, Steve stealing your heart for the hundredth time.

But that didn’t last for long.

The next day, which is Steve’s birthday, you’re reminded by your confusing feelings for Robin.

“Hey, it’s Robin again. Thank you for having Steve return my wallet. I would have literally died without it. I’ll see you tonight. I’ll make sure to keep Steve in the dark!”

You sigh as her message finishes. A part of you feels happy that she called you, but another part of you feels dread.

Last night with Steve was amazing. He was right, you two did get to do everything you’ve missed out on. He rented Footloose, making a makeshift drive-in theatre in his backyard. He even made you your favorite dessert, reminding you of how much he loves you. And you two ended the night wrapped up in blankets, bodies molded into each other, lips never becoming detached. It was truly magical.

But then you woke up and you had to go home. You had to say goodbye to Steve and go back to being torn between two people.

It shouldn’t even be a question of who you like more. Steve makes you the happiest girl in the world. He makes you feel so special and he’s always giving his 101%. But then there’s Robin. And she’s different.

She makes you happy as well. You feel as though it’s a little easier being with her, whether that’s her being a girl, too, or not, you have no idea. But she makes you laugh and you find yourself always wanting to spend time with her. You won’t deny, that you felt sparks when you touched her hand yesterday, too.

It’s all just so confusing. You’ve never had to choose between two people before. But you decide that it’s normal to be attracted to other people, especially when they’re a new person and it can seem exciting. But your heart lies with Steve, and it always will.

You’re running around the house to prepare all the food for the party. The kids are already there helping you. All you’re waiting for now is Robin and Steve to walk through the door.

You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine anxiously. You’ve never been so nervous about something. Not even when you were always on the verge of death last year. You didn’t know why, but you had a bad feeling about tonight.

“Hey, you okay?” Max asks, sensing your uneasiness. “Yeah,” you nod, not making eye contact with her.

“You’re obviously not,” Max rolls her eyes. “Don’t hide things, Y/n. You know how that turned out for me.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” you frown. She shrugs with a smile. “It’s my trauma. I can joke about it.”

You sigh, “I suppose so.” “What’s got you beat?” Max pushes. 

“I can’t tell you,” you shake your head. “I tell you everything about my life,” Max says. 

“True, but this is very complicated, Max.”

“Try me.”

You close your magazine and lay your head on the top of the couch. “I… I think I —” 

“Guys, they’re here!” Dustin shouts. You look up at the ceiling, thanking whoever was up there for the change of subject. 

“You’re not off the hook,” Max pokes you. “We’ll see about that,” you remark. 

The kids hide behind the kitchen counter while you let Robin and Steve in. You swing the door open, your eyes immediately staring at Steve. He's wearing a white sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark-wash jeans. 

“Hey, why did Robin —” Steve starts to say, but gets interrupted by everyone else. 

“Surprise!” You all shout. You take Steve’s hand, rushing him into your house. 

“Happy birthday, baby!” You beam. Steve stares at everything in shock. “Holy shit. Y-You did all of this?” “With a little help,” you flash a smile at Robin. You get stuck on her for a moment. She looks hot. Her hair is actually in a different style, half-up-half-down. She’s black jeans and a Cyndi Lauper graphic t-shirt that’s tucked into her skirt. You can’t help but notice her curves that are accentuated by the belt she’s wearing. You lick your lips subconsciously before setting your attention on Steve. 

“Thank you so much,” Steve smiles at you. “I am such a lucky guy.” He scoops you up in his arms and kisses you, lifting you and spinning you around. You hum contently as your eyes flutter shut, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your fingers into his hair. 

He sets you down with a big smooch on your cheek. “I love you so much,” he whispers. 

You giggle and hug him tightly. “I love you so much more.” You shut your eyes and kiss his jaw. When you open your eyes, you’re met with Robin’s frown. She’s looking down at the floor, playing with her belt. You pull away from Steve's grasp, turning to the kids. 

“Who’s hungry? We have ribs, mashed potatoes, potato salad, beer, for the adults, and soda for the kids,” you say. 

“I’m basically 18, Y/n!” Dustin exclaims. “You can’t drive a car, Dusty. Talk to me about drinking when you can do that,” you snort. 

“Do you mind if I eat? I’m starving,” Steve says. “Not at all. It’s all for you, sweetie,” you smile. 

“Awesome. Again, you’re the best.” He pecks your cheek, his hand slipping off of your back. He goes over to talk to the kids while you stay near Robin. 

“You look great, by the way,” you smile. Her eyes light up and she looks at her outfit up and down. “You think so?”

“Yep. I gotta say, though, your Scoops Ahoy outfit looked better,” you joke. “I should get it back out then. I might have it still,” Robin grins. 

“If you can get Steve to wear it, too, that would be awesome,” you say. “I’m pretty sure he burned it,” Robin smirks. 

“Ah, bummer,” you feign disappointment.

Silence falls on you two again. You keep your eyes locked onto Steve while Robin is shamelessly admiring you. 

“You should eat before the food is all gone,” you say. “I’m okay. I ate before I came,” she says. 

“I’ll make sure to save a piece of cake then,” you say. “Did you make that, too?” She asks. 

“No,” you chuckle. “I can cook, but for some reason I can’t bake.”

“Well, I can’t cook or bake, so you’re better than I am,” Robin chuckles. “I can teach you how to cook if you want,” you offer. 

“That would be fun. But I might blow up your kitchen,” Robin jokes. You shrug and look at your walls and cabinets. “It needs a remodel anyways.”

Robin opens her mouth to reply, but she’s interrupted by Lucas and Dustin. 

“Dance party!” Lucas shouts. Dustin turns on the radio, blaring it as loudly as everyone’s ears can take. 

Steve slides over to you, putting his hand out. “May I have this dance, beautiful?”

You slip your hand into his. “Yes, you may.” You give a little wave to Robin before dancing with Steve. You wrap your arms around his neck as he grips your hips. You sway to the beat, staring into each other eyes. 

“You look so pretty,” he compliments. You smile widely. “And you look handsome. Is this a new sweater?”

“Yep. I bought it for myself for my birthday.”

“Well look at you spoiling yourself.”

“You know me. I live the lavish life.”

You take in a deep breath after you laugh. Steve is grinning from ear to ear. “I love that sound.” 

“Well, you seem to be very good at making it,” you giggle. “Good,” he states. He leans in to you and kisses your jaw lovingly. “I bet I’m good at making other sounds, too.”

“Steve! The kids are here!” You poke his shoulder. He chuckles and pulls back. “I know. I just want you to be prepared for tonight.”

“Oh?” You raise your brow. “And whats happening tonight?”

“Well, I am going to thank you for all your hard work by putting in my own work.”

“Oh, Steve,” you hum. “You always have such a way with words. I cannot wait.”

“Good, because I am —”

“Sorry,” Robin mutters as she pushes past the both of you. You step back from Steve, watching as Robin is holding her mouth and rushing to the bathroom. 

“Is she okay?” Steve asks. “I-I don’t know. You don’t mind me checking on her, do you?” You ask. 

“Not at all. I can have a dance battle with Dustin,” Steve grins. You chuckle and kiss him lovingly, pressing yourself into him to give the kiss more meaning. “Have fun with that.”

Your hand lingers onto Steve’s as you walk away. You put your ear to the bathroom door and knock softly. 

“Hey, Robin. It’s me, Y/n. Are you okay?” You ask. 

“U-Uh, yeah. Just an upset stomach,” she answers. “Do you need any help? Can I come in?” You ask.

“Yeah, sure.” You hear the toilets flush and the door unlock, signaling you to step in. You shut the door behind you, sighing as you see Robin on the floor, holding her stomach and head as she leans against the bathtub. 

You sit down across from her, leaning over and putting your hand to her forehead. “No fever,” you say. “What did you eat on the way here?”

“A bag of Doritos. And then I tried to have a beer, and well, here we are,” she sighs. 

“Robin,” you sigh. “I don’t know if you’ve ever drank, but I think it’s common knowledge to never drink on an empty stomach.”

“I know, but these jeans are so tight,” she complains. “Who the hell cares about that? I think you look fantastic,” you say. 

“Yeah, but I… I wanted to look nice,” she pouts. 

You smile softly and take her hands into hers. “Robin, look at me.”

She slowly lifts her head, butterflies flattering as you say her name. Her lips are so red from being wiped and her eyes are watering from vomiting. There’s a light blush that paints her cheeks, making her freckles pop. 

“In the couple of months I have known you, I never thought you to be the one to care about that stuff. And I mean, you have no reason to. You’re so pretty. But anyway, if the jeans are too tight, then all you need to do is lose the belt. Or hell, even take it off. I promise that you’ll look just as great as you did with the belt off,” you assure her. 

Robin gives you a thankful smile. “I appreciate it, Y/n, but that’s not the reason why. I mean, I do have insecurities, but that’s not the root problem here.”

“Oh,” you sit up. “I’m so sorry for assuming. I - God, I’m such an idiot,” you mutter.

Robin sits up and shakes her head furiously. “No, no! I wasn’t offended. It was really sweet. And it was my fault, I didn’t stop you or anything.”

“Thank you, I’m glad I didn’t make you mad. Anyways, do you mind telling me what is the issue?” You ask. 

“I… I shouldn’t,” Robin shakes her head. You nod, “I understand. Well, are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, much,” she smiles. “Thank you for coming in here. I’m sorry for making your bathroom smell like throw-up.”

“Nothing a little air freshener can’t do,” you pat her hand. 

Robin sighs and leans against your bathtub again. “You should go back out there. It’s Steve’s birthday and you’re his girlfriend.”

“I'm pretty sure he’s busy losing to Dustin in their dance battle,” you chuckle. “Can you believe he’s a grown man?” Robin snorts. 

You shake your head. “It shocks me every day.”

Robin laughs, looking at you through hooded eyes. “You really should go.”

“Okay,” you agree. “But not without you.” You stand up, bringing Robin up with you. 

“I’ll make sure to eat something before I drink,” Robin says. “Good idea,” you smirk.

“Can I brush my teeth first?” she asks. “For sure,” you nod. You pull out a spare toothbrush from the sink cabinet. You lean against the wall and wait for her to finish. You stare at her figure in the mirror. She looks like one of those marble statues in the museums.

“Thanks,” she says as she rinsed her mouth. “Let’s go.” Robin takes a step toward the door, but you stop her. “One second. Let me just —” you unbuckle her belt and throw it to the ground. The jeans puff out slightly, making her look more comfortable. 

“Thank you,” Robin breathes out. “Of course. Always happy to help,” you smile, looking back at her from the belt. 

Time stops again and the air between you two becomes tense and thick. You’re still holding Robin’s hand, and don’t realize it until she tightens her grip on yours. You gaze into her pretty brown eyes, dropping your eyes down to her lips. They’re the perfect shade of pink and look so incredibly soft. 

“Y/n,” Robin whispers. Your eyes flicker back to hers. “Yeah?” You breath out. 

“You were the reason why I wanted to look nice,” she confesses. Your heart leaps out of your chest. “R-Really?”

You watch as her eyes seem to switch between yours and your lips in slow motion. 

“Yes,” she nods. She takes a step closer, the tops of your noses rubbing against each other. “I like you a lot. And I know you’re dating Steve and you don’t like girls, but it’s killing me. Y-You’re killing me, Y/n.”

Her words echo in your spinning head. This is like a dream come true for you. A girl you like finally likes you back. You can’t just disregard this. But before you can think of a logical reply, your mouth speaks for you. 

“I like girls,” you spit out. “I-I like girls, and I like you, too.”

“Seriously?” Robin gasps. You smile, “yes.”

“Am I dreaming?” Robin asks. “I don’t know, Robin? Wanna see?” you propose. 

Her heart flutters as you say her name. “H-How?” Robin asks. 

You lean in slowly, sliding your fingers between her belt loops and pull her hips flush against yours. Her body against yours light a fire inside of you. She blushes heavily at the gesture, wrapping her arms around your back.

You keep eye contact as you’re about to kiss her. Robin’s eyes flutter close as your lips brush against hers. Sparks fly between you two as you fully press your lips onto hers. A thrill runs up your spine as her lips move with hers. You’re right, they are incredibly soft, and fit yours so well. 

Robin’s free hand reaches up to your face and cups your jaw, bringing you in closer and kissing you deeper. Your arm wraps around her waist and you pull her flush against you. She hums into your mouth, gripping the back of your head. 

“Y/n, what the hell!” Lucas exclaims. 

You and Robin jump apart, absolutely horrified. You’re thankful that Steve isn’t there, but Max and Lucas are. 

“Oh,” Max gasps. “So, this is what was so complicated.”

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Hiya! I found your tumblr bcuz of an mtl I found you had written! Would you take requests for mtls bcuz I have one lol? Most to least likely in bts to be an overprotective boyfriend?

HEY GIRLY HOPEFULLY MY RESPONSE DIDNT TAKE TOO LONG!!! it’s a struggle to put all my thoughts into words most times but yeah u can always send these in!! i like to think about these things!!!

now when you say overprotective i’m thinking in like a possessive machismo kind of way but also in a wants to shield you from the world type of way so

tae: 1/2 of the hard no for the perilla leaf debate and that tells me that if you with this man he gon be observing you and your interactions with others closely like you can’t be just acting any kind of way and doing any kind of thing 😭 he just not having it at all like he knows he don’t own you but at the same time you’re HIS and he just has a lot of thoughts on what’s best for you bc that’s all he wants fr and he’s sorry if he’s overbearing about it sometimes but anyway yeah unless u just like crazy ultra submissive expect a decent amount of “light fights” in your future 💀

jk: i literally just came across one of his replies from ig and the army was like “i was sad but you came so i’m better” and he was like “who made you sad? 🤨 HUH?! BRING THEM HERE” and that just tell me everything i needed to know fr. also 2/2 of the hard no for the perilla leaf debate like if you rolling wit him he just got to keep you close like don’t go too far or do too much

joon: i don’t know if you’ve seen extraordinary attorney woo but if you have he’s the type you gotta “woah woah” pretty frequently bc one thing bout joon is he gon take care of it like i just think about how he is the number 1 army defender like every time someone say sumn off about us he like 🤨🤚 hold awn now especially that whole james cordon situation like i won’t even up in arms but the way he stuck up for us was so hot so he just really not gon let anyone pull up on you any kind of way in fact he gon go out of his way to make sure no one does ur his queen nd will be treated as such

jimin: this the same man that pop up every couple weeks just to tell us to dress warmly and not to catch a cold so there’s definitely a measure of protectiveness there but overly? not necessarily mostly bc he makes it so hard for you to focus on anything but him like in a room full of people everyone could be looking at you but you’re only looking at him so why should he worry? however there are times when people try things that make him :\ or when he projects his own insecurities onto you or the people around you and in those cases he do be acting up so there’s that

hobi: physically i think he wants to put you in a bubble like if he could just trap you in one and lock you in a room to make sure you’re in top condition at all times he would do that like he’s definitely the type to come over with three different medicines and some soup if u said your throat was a little sore or if you had a sneeze but when it comes to other people? tbh if u going for a night out with the girls he’s probably helping u pick out your outfit and he’s photographing you before you leave his only problem is that he’s only getting a glimpse of you for the night and when you get back you’re probably gonna be too trashed for him to fully enjoy you like he believes in you and the relationship y’all have built together for sure

yoongi: he has a couple of hard no’s on things he thinks should or shouldn’t be done things that bother him for whatever reason but really that’s it like he don’t sweat the little stuff he knows you he trusts you so it’s cool not afraid to pop off on someone else if they being real persistent tho

jin: mr worldwide handsome is not finna be policing u at all if you not with him he is somewhere playing games like what reason do he have to be all over you? you have been specially chosen to be with the only 10 in a world full of 8 and belows like if u mess around that’s on you 😹 and he not getting with anyone who ain’t got common sense like he’s just real confident that you’re a strong independent woman who knows where home is

[makeitblue]

May I request reader accidentally giving the Tweels, Leona, Jack, and Rook advice on how they could woo them? Like reader saw something and said "if someone did that to me, I would marry them," and the boys overheard that? Thank you much 💙

Thank you for the request Elysium! It’s such a cute ask. I’m imagining the reader is talking to Ace, Deuce and Grim when they’re saying this.

Leona

His ears perk up a bit, but he doesn’t make any other noticeable movements or expressions. You were probably walking through the botanical gardens with the one brain cell trio, and passed by his usual napping spot.

Nothing really changes between the two of you. He’s not really the type to care much about romantic gestures and honestly he probably wouldn’t really think of it much. The idea of marrying you is planted in his mind, though, and slowly but surely, he’ll start to realize it’s something he might really want.

He starts to seem more and more out of it after the first few days. He doesn’t know why, he tells himself. After all, he’s the real catch here. You should be the one chasing after him. He realizes, though, that nothing will actually change between you two if he doesn’t do something, so he finally rolls off his ass and does something about it.

Ruggie probably actually does a lot of the actual work in terms of setting it up, but Leona does put effort into planning it out himself. His version of it still has a bit of a condescending air to it, but can you really expect any less from him? “Oi, Herbivore, I’m gonna hold you to what you said.”

Jack

Unlike Leona, Jack’s reaction is very noticeable if you’re paying any attention to him. His ears perk straight up, he takes in a sharp breath, and his entire body goes stiff. He’s basically temporarily stunned in place until something or someone snaps him out of it.

He has a hard time looking you in the eye for a little while because every time he does, the sound of you saying “I would marry them” echoes in his head. Heat rises to his face, his tail starts wagging uncontrollably, and his palms start sweating.

He’s honestly thought a lot about starting a relationship with you. You’ve already proven yourself a capable, warm, and reliable friend, and he’s been finding more often that he catches himself wondering if the two of you could be more.

Which is why out of all the boys on this list, it takes him the longest to actually go through with it. He takes you aside somewhere private, and basically stutters his way through the first half, but he’s clearly genuine with his affections, and you can tell just how much effort and thought he’s put into this for you.

“I’m not the best when it comes to this kind of romantic stuff, but I’ll do my best to make you happy.” He looks straight into your eyes for the first time all week, and you can feel how eager he is to hear your response.

Jade

A soft, smooth, “Oya?” slips past his lips. His usual mischievous smile blooms on his face and one of his eyebrows quirk up. He’s learned another interesting tidbit of information and he didn’t have to pry it out of you.

The differences in his behavior afterwards are miniscule. His glances linger a bit longer. His manner of speaking to you is ever so slightly softer. It’s not enough for most people to notice, but if you know Jade, you know something is up.

Even if you ask him about what he’s up to, the most revealing answer you’ll get out of him is a cryptic, “Hmmm, wouldn’t it be wonderful if you knew, Prefect?”

Which is why it is both a surprise and completely expected when he manages to flawlessly pull off the performance you had seen a few days before. The entirety of the fanfare is perfect, almost too perfect if it had been anyone but Jade.

“I hope this pleases you, dear Prefect. And I hope you’ll follow through with what you had said about this entire affair.” He maintains the same polite smile that usually graces his features, but his eyes hold a softness that’s similar to how you’ve seen him look at his terrariums. 

Floyd

“Hmmmm? So that’s the kind of stuff you like, Shrimpy?” Floyd saunters over to you and leans forward against your back, chin hooked over your shoulder. He’s leaning into you, but his eyes are staring calculatingly at whatever pulled that reaction from you.

He’ll badger you about it the next few days, asking you about the specifics of why you thought it was romantic and what about it you liked so much. It’s hard to tell if he’s asking you because he wants to bother you, he’s genuinely curious, or just because he wants to tease you a bit, but the answer is probably a combination of all those factors.

His behavior otherwise doesn’t change much. His interactions with you are about as sporadic is they were before, but he’s noticeably more affectionate with you. One day, though, he pops up out of nowhere, taking your hands and excitedly dragging you through the halls of NRC.

Once he’s gotten you where he wants to, he replicates the romantic gesture you had been talking about before, but there’s something off about the way he does it. It’s not that he’s not genuine. Floyd is Floyd, and he’d never do anything he really didn’t want to do, but the gesture itself has a strange vibe to it that is very.... Floyd-like.

When he asks you what you thought of it, you tell him just that, and he seems pleased with your response. “You’ll marry me now, right, Shrimpy? You said you would!”

Rook

“Beauté! Full marks!” Rook’s voice can be heard booming a few buildings down from you. He’s quickly making his way towards you and you can basically see all the shoujo manga roses and sparkles surrounding him as be bounds over.

“Monsieur Trickster, you have an impeccable eye for romance!” On the surface Rook seems very boisterous and excited. Honestly, who would expect any less from the self proclaimed ‘Le chasseur d'amour?’

If you look carefully, though, there’s a calculating, almost predatory glint in his eye as he speaks to you. It almost seems like he’s observing your reactions and gauging your every move.

You’re not very far off in that assumption. The next few days, you’re running into Rook more often than usual. It almost seemed like he was following you. He kind of was, but it was more out of a desire to find an opportunity to perform the very act of love that made you swoon so openly.

Once he gets his chance, he swoops in and takes it without hesitation. What grace! What elegance! He’ll look to you expectantly for your response to his declaration of his affections, and if you know him well enough, you’ll be able to see the little bit of smugness in his expression that’s basically screaming “You’ll follow through with what you said before, right?”

[m3dardas]

WHISKEY SOUR.

modern!violet x fem!reader

warnings: mild angst, dejected vi, friends to lovers? (idk lmao).

blurb: you present your favorite regular with an offer she just cannot refuse — hopefully she doesn’t refuse.

authors note: i literally can’t get modern vi out of my mind. i’m obsessed w her. this wasn’t intentionally the direction for this, BUT I WENT FOR IT and it might be multiple parts bc i want smut lol. also i kinda hate writing in third person, but i certainly tried :D

mini series: part one, part two, part three, part four

Between the two cities that majorly differed each other, sat the Whiskey Lantern. A bar that gathered lots of traction from both cities — bringing two different types of people together for a good ‘ole drink. And, maybe, even a laugh. It was the mediator between the Piltovian’s and Zaunite’s. Sure, fights and arguments still occurred, but it wasn’t as frequent as people would believe. After all, a bar’s a bar. There’s going to be fights.

It’s popularity was good for business, as much as it was for you individually. When the richer customers gradually became intoxicated, it was easy for you to mooch some extra cash out of them. You were native to Zaun — it was simply second nature. But it was all in good fun. You were one of the few gifted bartenders.

You truly had a knack for it. With efficiency and precision, you managed to woo the consumers — which earned you regulars and recommendations. People would come into the bar, simply asking for you specifically. It could’ve been your beauty, gift of gab, or the obvious talent you had for making drinks. You didn’t care as long as you had gotten the money you deserved.

Tonight, it was just you and another girl — her name was Elora. She had flustered energy when things would get hectic at the bar top, but she wasn’t too prideful to not ask for help. Easily, she was given grace because, after all, this was her second job. Elora was an assistant to a secretary of Piltover, but it wasn’t paying as much as she’d hoped. She didn’t work as often as you, but she managed quite nicely. And she was quick learner, which was a breath of fresh air for you.

The atmosphere of the bar was a little busy, but not unbearably busy. Elora took to one side of the bar, and you did the other side.

You poured the ingredients into the shaker, listening to the live music that played on the platform many feet away from you. Carrying out the orders you’d taken, as quickly as possible. You weren’t the type to leave people waiting — and you also preferred to make solid drinks. So, you had to be quick and accurate.

Humming along to the rehearsed tune playing, you poured the drink into a short glass. Garnishing it with mint leaves and a thinly sliced lime. “Here ‘ya go, sir!” You announced, loudly enough to be heard over the loud instruments being played. He took it, taking a sip of the mojito as soon as it was placed into his fingers. He nodded at you, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two twenty’s, smacking them on the bar top. “Oh, no- you already have an open tab.” Her waved his hand, pushing the bills towards you. “It’s fine! You deserve a forty for this masterpiece!” With that he took his drink walking away from the bar.

Gotta love Piltovian’s.

Shamelessly, you slide the bills into your fingers, tucking it into the back pockets of your shorts. You snickered, taking the damp towel off of your shoulder. Working in sticky areas was never your forte, so you tried to clean as much as could. You wiped down some of the leaky bottles and tried to clean some of the extra glasses. The music entrancing you as you kept your workspace tidy and ready for the next customer.

“You come here often?”

You looked up at the sound of a familiar voice, a smile slowly rising onto your lips. Tossing the towel into a laundry bin under the bar top, you turned towards the voice. Her longer magenta strands were pulled back with an elastic, her shorter pieces framing her heart-shaped face. An oversized sweatshirt covering the top of her body — hiding the evidence of her strength. “Very funny, Vi.”

Naturally, you leaned your palms on the wood across from her. Violet leaning forward on her elbows, looking up at your taller frame. “I know. I’m hilarious.” She shrugged, shutting her grey eyes briefly. You just snickered, pushing off the bar reaching for the glasses. “You want your usual? Or something different tonight?” You asked, polishing a short glass between your hands.

Violet happened to be one of your regulars — one of favorites. Actually, your only favorite. It wasn’t because of of what she paid you, because frankly, it wasn’t that much. You always discounted her simply for being a friend and not just a customer. And because you’re familiar with her money situation. It was very tight, but you found it endearing that she wanted to come and see you. Sometimes she wouldn’t even buy a drink. She’d just come to talk until closing.

She’d always get a whiskey sour — every time. If not that, then a fireball shot. That was if she was there to really have a good time. Or she was trying to destress and suppress. “The usual... Maybe with a fireball shot on the side?” Violet batted her thick eyelashes, a slight curl at the edges of her lips.

“That kinda night, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, immediately getting to work. Eyes flickering from the pending drink in your hands, and the girl tiredly leaning against the bar. She nodded, tapping her fingers against the sticky wood. “Well, a whiskey sour and a fireball coming right up... Make that two fireballs.” You hummed, shaking the mixture over your shoulder.

Her smokey eyes lit up, looking at the girl behind the bar. “Woah, I never asked for two shots.”

“Yeah, because one’s for me.” The corner of your lips curled, glancing at her with amused eyes.

“You’re allowed to drink on the job?” Vi inquired, wearily. Her bottom lip going between her teeth.

It wasn’t that you were technically allowed, but it was always a rule to engage with your customers. As long as you didn’t get drunk, it shouldn’t be much of a problem. “As long as I don’t get drunk, I’ll be fine.” You informed, pouring the mixed alcohol into the short glass that harbored a block of ice. You garnished the drink, placing it in front of her with a skinny straw. “I would just hate to be the reason behind you getting fired.”

“Vi, seriously, don’t worry about it. If I get drunk off my ass on the job — it’s my fault, not yours.” You placed two fireball shots in front of her, giving her a humored gaze. Violet takes a sip of the whiskey sour, pushing it to the side to grab the shot glass. You take it between your fingers as well, winking at the pinkette. The two of you clink the glass, just before downing the intoxicating substance. You coughed lightly, pulling an ugly face. “Whew.” You breathed, placing a hand your chest.

Violet exhales, slamming the glass back onto the wooden bar top. You remove the glasses, placing them in the rapid cleaner. “Now, tell me... Why the long face?”

She inhales, sipping her whiskey sour slowly. A look of dejection appearing in her smokey eyes. Your own soften, leaning on the counter, getting closer to the young woman. “Why the long face? Heh, I wouldn’t wanna take up your time.” Vi dryly chuckles, shaking her head and avoiding eye contact.

“You wouldn’t be taking up anything, because I asked you.” She looked up, pushing the stray pieces of hair back behind her pierced ear. “Ugh, I got laid off, okay?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,”

“I’m sorry, Vi. That really sucks.” You furrowed your eyebrows, biting the skin of your lip. “Is there anything that I can do?”

Violet shook her head, taking a big gulp of the whiskey from the glass. You and her had only really talked during your shift — well, you were always working. And if not working, then sleeping. Working late nights at a bar really tired you out.

What you knew of her, is that she did competitive boxing. It wasn’t as lucrative to begin with, because she didn’t have much promotion. Her trainer was a family member, and she just didn’t want to let him go. It wasn’t your place to advise her that she should have, but... She probably should have. “If I don’t get a job in the next two months... I’m probably gonna be evicted. But, hey, no worries.”

“I think I need another shot...” Vi downed the rest of the whiskey sour, tapping her fingers on the bar top. You chuckled halfheartedly, removing the glass and beginning to make another fireball shot.

While making the easy shot drink, you couldn’t help but think. Maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad if she lived with you for awhile. Until she got back on her feet, at least. Sliding the filled shot glass towards her, you shuffled on your feet. Leaning your forearms against the sticky edge of the wood, your eyes intently looked into hers. Violet didn’t pay much attention, too busy on downing her second shot.

“Why don’t you... Come and stay with me for awhile? Until you can get another job and get back on your feet.”

Again, the two of you haven’t hung out beside during your shift, and after hers. Her grey eyes bulged, instantly causing her to choke on the alcohol. She coughed roughly, struggling to take a breath. You immediately poured her some water, placing it in front of her. Reaching your hand across the bar top to rub and pat at her back. “Sorry...” You mumbled.

She took the glass, drinking the water like her life depended on it — which it nearly did. After gaining a higher oxygen percentage, she looked up at you. Her face flushed as red as a tomato — probably from the choking. “Like...” Violet cleared her throat. “Move in with you?”

Your lip fell between your teeth, shrugging. “Yeah. I mean you could save more money — find a job. I’m not gonna charge you for rent.” It was pretty generous to give her a free stay. But why would you have her live with you to save, but she’s giving you rent money every month. Sure, you work a lot, but it ensures that you can pay your bills. You really don’t need the extra help.

“I can’t do that... I don’t know... Are you sure?”

Despite her stunning good looks, muscular capacity, and way with her words — she was very doubtful in leaning on others for help. She almost refused to do so. But, if you had to knock her out and pack all of her stuff for her to move in with you... You would. However, that would be kidnapping, and that’s illegal. “Why wouldn’t I be sure? You’re my friend, Vi. I can’t have you sitting out in the streets jiggling a cup for spare change.”

Vi snorted, sipping the cool water some more. The only flushed parts of her face were her freckled cheeks. “Look, you don’t have to answer now. Just think about it, and let me know.” You walked over a few seats beside her, to grab two empty glasses at the edge of the counter. “This offer isn’t temporary.” You walked passed her, placing the dirty glasses into the rapid cleaner.

A wedge of silence was placed between the two of you. Elora had called you over to help with a drink she hasn’t learn to make yet. While you assisted her, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder. Violet was in thought, playing with the rim of her glass. Once you were done, you approached the pinkette again. Her hand was digging into her pocket for her cash.

“Woah, woah — hey, don’t worry about it. Those were on the house.”

“I can pay for it.” She still dug into her pocket.

“Well, it’s on the house. Unless, you want to give me a generous tip — which I’m totally not asking for!”

Violet giggled, pulling out a twenty and slapping onto the bar top. “Thanks, y/n.” Delivering a tight lipped smile. You took the twenty, pocketing it into you shorts. The pinkette stood up, revealing the sports shorts she was in. “No problem, seriously. And, do me a favor... Really think about my offer, because I want you to take it.”

She only nodded, before placing a pair of headphones into her ears as she exited the bar.

[patheticdarling]

Good Girl

   Summary: Loki has been rather enjoying his time in Sakaar for the past week or so. Attending all of the Grandmaster’s parties and good times. Men and women pine over him daily, Loki is the type to fuck and leave; no real attempt for connection. But then he meets someone rather intriguing, the Grandmaster’s “daughter.” 

   Warnings: SMUT/unprotected sex/oral sex (f receiving)/fingering/coarse language/slight degradation & praise/cum play/slight breeding kink/sort of rough sex/bondage/unprotected sex (please use protection when necessary)/soft dom! loki/use of pet names: my god, pet, darling, good girl, love etc. 

   Word Count: 2595

*NOT MY GIF*

    Loki sauntered through the crowds of party-goers. Bodies grinding against each other; the room smelling of sweat, pleasure, and sex. All scents that Loki had happily become accustomed to during his stay on Sakaar. After wooing the Grandmaster, with not only his charm, Loki was now apart of every aspect of Sakaarian celebrations. 

   “You must be Loki,” a woman smirked at him as she sipped her wine, “The Grandmaster’s new toy.” 

   “Toy?” Loki nearly scoffed, “I’m nobody’s toy, darling. Now if you’ll excuse me.” The lady rolled her eyes as Loki pushed by her. 

  He sat at the bar, looking over the sea of people. All of them the same, no real purpose in life but where they were now. Loki liked it but he also hated the idea of such a lack of spontaneity. 

   “You look like you could use a drink,” a voice pulled Loki from his apparently obvious sulking.

   Loki peered up, readying to rip into whoever was next to annoy him but was met with the soft smirk of a rather illuminating bartender, “I beg your pardon?” 

   She chuckled, “I just mean, you don’t look like you’re having the most fun.” 

   Loki sighed, “Guess not.” 

   The bartender sighed before quickly pulling together a drink, sliding the glass over to Loki. His brows furrowed as he eyed the drink, “On the house,” she slid it closer, “Like I said, it looks like you could use one.” 

   This only increased Loki’s suspicions. Why would this seemingly random stranger offer him a free drink? He picked up the drink, giving it a suspicious sniff. 

   “Believe me, if I wanted to poison you, I would’ve done it much earlier,” she chuckled as she wiped up the bar, “Just drink the damn glass,” she pushed the glass to his lips, Loki having no choice but to take a swig. 

   The alcohol burned his throat, like normal, but there was a certain sweetness to it that made it pretty enjoyable, “It’s good,” he smiled. 

   “See, no poison,” she winked before going to help another party-goer. 

   Loki moved himself to be nearer to her, “How have I never spoke to you before? I’ve been to nearly all of the Grandmaster’s parties since my arrival.” 

   She shrugged, “Guess nobody really pays attention to the bartender who will flirt her heart out but never go home with a person here. Besides, people find the Grandmaster rather intimidating.” 

   “What would the Grandmaster have to do with-” 

   “Ah Loki!” the Grandmaster had drunkenly danced over, joining the girl behind the bar and throwing his arm around her neck, “I see you’ve met my girl, Y/N.” 

   “Your girl?” Loki questioned. 

   The woman chuckled, “Maybe I should start serving you water instead, Father.” 

   “Father?” Loki questioned again. 

   “Adopted,” she chuckled, “And not even really that.” 

   “Oh, stop,” the Grandmaster hiccuped, “You’re my daughter, regardless of blood.” 

   “Whatever you say, you drunk,” the girl giggled. A group of partiers came over, beckoning the Grandmaster back. 

   “Duty calls,” he winked before placing a kiss on the girl’s head and charging back into the crowd. 

   “So, you’re not adopted?” Loki questioned. 

   The girl chuckled as she fixed him another drink, “Not technically, no. Umm, my mother was one of the Grandmaster’s pleasure maids but when he first took her, she made it clear that I had to come with her. And I guess the Grandmaster wanted her so bad that he took me in just the same. Been living here practically all my life.” 

   “And now you’re also one of his pleasure maids?” 

   “Heavens no,” she shook her head in disgust, “That’s gross. Almost made me lose my lunch there,” they both chuckled, “He lets me bartend and it gives me something to do. Also, keeps me from the repulsive dance floor.”  

   “Not a big fan of dancing, I take it,” Loki teased. 

  “It’s more the people on the dance floor that I find repulsive. Sure, a fun dance partner here and there is wonderful but sometimes a girl just wants to dance without having someone’s hands on her ass; man, woman, or whomever. Know what I mean?” 

   Loki smiled, nodding, “Completely understand.” 

   “So,” she leaned across the bar, sliding him another glass, “Seems only fitting I ask your name.” 

   “Loki Odinson or Laufeyson, I’m not really partial to either so Loki works best,” he smirked, his eyes wandering to her exposed chest, “And you, my dear, are?” 

   “Y/N,” she smiled, eyeing the God up and down, “So, you know my story, care to share yours?” 

   “Mines a lot longer and far more complicated,” he chuckled. 

   She leaned over more, her breasts spilling further from her blouse, “I’ve got lots of free time and nowhere to be.” 

   Loki smiled, “To make the long story short, I’m also adopted, in a way. Unlike you, I got saddled with a rather loathsome family in the realm of Asgard. My adopted brother, Thor, God of Thunder and Getting on My Last Nerve,” she laughed, “And a new-found sister, Hela, Goddess of Death and- well, just genuinely terrifying overall.” 

   Y/N laughed, “And your parents?” 

   Loki’s smile fell a bit, “They passed. Both just recently.” 

   “Loki,” she sighed, putting her hand on his, “I’m so sorry.” 

   He smiled quickly, “I wasn’t exactly my father’s favourite, or second, or even third. And believe me, I returned the affection,” he joked, “But my mother she, well, she was something truly special. She saw something in me that others, or even myself have yet to see.” 

   “She sounds lovely,” Y/N smiled. 

   “She was,” Loki sighed, “But, anyway, that’s all there really is.” 

   “And now you’re here. On Sakaar.” 

   “And now I’m here. On Sakaar,” Loki repeated, “What about your mother? She still involved with the Grandmaster?” 

   “No,” Y/N shook her head, “She actually passed when I was a teenager, rather long ago here on Sakaar.” 

   “I’m terribly sorry,” Loki apologised, “I didn’t mean-” 

   She waved it off, “I chose to answer, did I not? Besides, it was a long time ago. Can’t bring her back, though I wish I could, so, there’s no use dwelling on it.” 

   Loki sighed, “Families truly are complicated,” he finished off his drink.

   “Here, here,” she raised his empty glass before clearing, “But,” she chuckled, pointing over to the Grandmaster dancing atop one of the tables, “He’s not so bad.”

   Loki chuckled, “It’s very kind of him to not force you to be one of his pleasure-maids.” 

   “Suppose it is,” she answered, “He promised my mother.” 

   “Promised her to not make you a pleasure maid?” Loki asked. 

   “No,” she giggled. Y/N took note of how handsome the God looked as he threw his head back when he laughed, “Promised I could live here as long as...” her voice floated off as she put away Loki’s glass. 

   “As long as what Y/N?” he met her alluring gaze as they both leaned over the bar. 

   “As long as I was a good girl,” she whispered as they drew nearer. 

   Loki smirked, “And, are you?” 

   “Am I what, Loki?” she whispered as her eyes began to flutter close. 

   “A good girl,” Loki answered. 

   She smirked a bit, “In certain situations, I suppose.” 

   Loki chuckled, “What sorts of situations?” 

   “Why don’t you come find out?” she teased. And before they knew it, they were locked in a tussle of teeth, tongue and lips. Both of them pulling grunts and moans from the other. 

   “You have a bed chamber we could go to?” Y/N asked as she pulled away for a quick moment. 

   Loki pulled her lip between his teeth, “Follow me,” he grabbed her hand and dragged her from the party through the corridors of the Grandmaster’s estate. Finally they landed in the suite that the Grandmaster had gifted Loki with. 

   Loki slamming the door closed before pinning her against it, their lips once again meeting in a flurry of passion. 

   “Fucking hell,” she moaned as Loki’s lips bit, sucked, and licked nearly every inch of skin from her lips to the skin her blouse exposed. 

   Loki’s chest heaved as he pulled away, admiring the love bites he had littered over the tops of her breasts. His eyes going dark before he tore her blouse completely off, the buttons scattering across the floor and a gasp leaving her mouth. 

   “Don’t worry,” Loki spoke between kisses, “We’ll get you a new one.” 

   “Forget about the bloody shirt,” she panted as she moved to undo her bra, “Just fuck me please.” 

   Loki let out a deep chuckle as he admired her now exposed breasts, “Patience, pet. Let me ravish this extravagant body of yours.” 

   She blushed fiercely as Loki continued his descent down her body, kissing along the hem of her skirt, “Take it off,” she groaned. 

   “With pleasure,” the God of Mischief smirked, “And while we’re at it,” Loki gave his fingers a quick snap and the two of them were now both standing bare and heaving in front of the other.

   “H-How did you do that?” she panted as Loki returned his lips to hers. 

   “Just a bit of magic,” he answered between kisses. She pulled away, giving him a confused look, “Did I not mention that I’m a god?” 

   “A god?” she raised her brow. 

   “God of Mischief, to be exact,” he smirked.

   She let out a nervous chuckle, “You’re serious?” Loki nodded, “I don’t think I believe you, Loki.”

   Loki smirked before giving his fingers another snap. Y/N now found herself on Loki’s bed, her hands bound to the head board and her ankles tied to the foot of the bed; leaving her splayed as Loki jerked his cock in front of her. Y/N had never seen someone has well-endowed as Loki was, he had the most perfect cock she’d ever seen. 

   “Believe me now?” he smirked down at her. 

   She nodded nervously, “Yes.” 

   “Good,” he smiled before returning to ravish in her body. Marking it all over before he was face-to-face with her dripping heat, “My, my, I must have quite the effect on you, darling.” 

   Y/N tugged against the bindings on her ankles, trying to close her legs and get a bit of friction, “Please,” she pleaded. 

   “Begging already?” Loki teased, “How pathetic of you.” His hands moved to the tops of her knees, spreading her legs even further, “But who am I to deny such a pretty little thing of such pleasure?” 

   Before she could muster another word, Loki’s mouth was already working on her. His tongue flicking against her clit as he carefully traced her tight quim with two of his fingers. She clenched around nothing as Loki brought her slowly to the edge. 

   “Please, Loki. I’m begging you,” she whimpered. 

   Loki let out a groan against her core, sending a shiver up her spine, “Since you asked so nicely.” And just like that, his mouth worked frivolously against her as he railed two of his fingers into, curling them to hit that soft spot deep inside her. Y/N let out a loud moan at his actions as her back arched from the bed.  

   “LOKI!” she cried as Loki brought her closer and closer to her precipice. 

   “I love hearing you cry out for me,” Loki grunted as he kissed back up her body, his fingers continuing their assault on her tightening cunt, “I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You going to cum, pet?”

   She nodded excitedly, “Yes, please God. Need to cum.” 

   Loki chuckled, “Sorry, love. But there’s only one god here who can help you,” he smirked before pulling his fingers from her. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch. 

   “W-What’re you doing-” Loki caught her off with a harsh kiss. 

   “Remember, patience, love,” Loki snapped his fingers once again, the bindings on her legs disappearing. She moved to rub her thighs together but Loki already had them in his grasp as he hiked one over her shoulder and let the other wrap around his hip. 

   Y/N could feel the tip of his painfully hard cock, brushing against her entrance as Loki gathered her pleasure onto himself. 

   Her nails dug into her wrists bindings as she attempted to buck her hips up to encourage Loki, “Just f-fuck me,” she whimpered. 

   Loki smirked down at the lust-filled girl, “Just know, I have no intentions of being gentle.” Before she could speak another word, Loki thrusted himself in to the hilt. Y/N let out a scream-like moan as he filled her. 

   “F-Fuck, your cock is so...” she couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling as Loki began to slowly rock back and forth inside of her. 

   “Look at you,” Loki smirked, “Already cock drunk and I haven’t even begun to fuck you like I truly want.” 

   “Harder,” her words barely registered with Loki before he began to pound into her drenched cunt. Moans, grunts, skin slapping, and filthy squelching noises filled the room. Anyone walking by would have to be an idiot to not know what was happening in there. Or, they must’ve thought Loki was torturing her to death, but I suppose in a way, he was. 

   Y/N’s eyes rolled into the back of head as Loki pushed himself further up her body, allowing himself to get even deeper inside her, “Fuck,” he grunted as he thrusted, “Can’t wait to fill this...bloody hell... tight cunt with my seed. Watch it drip out of you. And you’re going to love...shit... every second, aren’t you? Cause you’re a good girl. A good fucking cum slut.” 

   Her back arched off the bed at Loki’s degrading, “Fill me up. P-Please, I need it so bad, Loki.” 

   He reached down to squeeze her jaw, forcing her to look at him, “I’m a god, pet. And you will address me as such. Now...fuck... who’s your god?” 

   “Y-You are,” she panted. 

   Loki began to pound into her even harder, if that was possible, “What was that, love? Didn’t quite catch-” 

   “FUCK! YOU ARE. YOU’RE MY GOD!” she scram as the knot in her stomach grew even tighter. 

   “That’s a good fucking girl,” Loki growled as he drilled into her, his balls tightening at the feeling of her wet cunt squeezing him as they both neared their highs. 

   “Cumming,” she whimpered, “LOKI! FUCK!” What felt like a bolt of lighting ripped through her whole body as she covered Loki’s cock in her orgasm. 

   “Fucking hell,” Loki groaned as his thrusts grew sloppy. The look on her face as he fucked her through the orgasm he had given her was enough to force him to paint the inside of her velvet walls completely. 

   Both of them stilled for a moment, attempting to regain their breathing. Loki thrusted a bit, fucking his cum further into her. 

   “My god,” she whimpered as he moved through her. 

   “Had to make sure you felt it all,” Loki sighed, both of them groaning as he finally pulled himself from her cunt. 

   Loki’s mouth practically watered at the sight of his cum dripping from her quim onto the silk sheets of his bed. He laid a kiss to her sweaty forehead before collapsing next to her. 

   “Guess I underestimated the power of a god,” Y/N chuckled breathlessly. 

   “Let’s hope you don’t make that mistake again,” Loki smiled as he kissed her softly. 

   “So, this is going to happen again?” she smiled, a hint of nervousness in her fucked-out eyes. 

   Loki smirked before kissing her again, “I don’t think I could stay away from such a good girl.” 

[dejwritesarchived]

thinking about nash gold jr who's ignorant attitude still manages to woo many women out of their panties. the one whose remarks could cause a man to throw the basketball down and put us his hands to fight nash during a heated game of street basketball. he's very mean and doesn't give a single fuck about whose feelings he hurt. except for his favorite girl. the pretty girl who always was seen bringing her younger brother to the basketball court for practice on some days. obviously, when nash sees her, he's as distracted as can be. jason's large hands slapped the back of nash's head for causing a ball to slip out his hands so easily. but nash didn't think jason understood the beauty of the girl who would be sitting in the grass on a blush pink blanket, yelling for her brother to come to take a sip of water real quick.

nash wasn't really the type to chase after a woman, especially considering that they usually gravitated towards him and he hardly ever had to do work. but here he was approaching the pretty girl, her face buried into a book as she noticed someone blocking the sun from kissing her smooth brown skin.

"do i know you?" she would ask. head tilting to the side as she's popping her gum staring at the blonde-haired male.

"nah, but you can get to know me." nash cockily responds, to his shock the pretty girl is rolling her eyes and sucking her teeth.

his pick-up line did not work. actually, when that line left his ignorant mouth, the girl packed up her stuff and walked away from him. his face grows hot in embarrassment as he's turning around to his team members who're laughing up their lungs at what just happened.

© 2021 dejwrites, please don't repost & plagiarize work. reader is implied to be black fem, nsfw.

@maydayaisha @seyawrld pls release me from this nash gold jr chokehold before it's too late.

the next day, nash gold jr didn’t let up at all. after another basketball game with his friends, he’s dragging his sneakers across the grass rubbing at that tattoo that travels up the side of his neck. sweat droplets trickling down his toned arms as the hot sun beamed down on him.

“i’m sorry,” he’s uttering an apology to the pretty girl as she’s glancing up from the journal she was writing her daily manifestations in. “came out extremely cocky,” he admitted. it stung his chest having to cough up that apology, but he wanted to get to know her.

he wanted her.

the top of her pink sparkly pen on her lip before she’s giving him a small smirk, “you think?” she questions as she sat up on the blanket. she closed her book so her full attention could be on the tall ball player in front of her.

“now let’s start over, i’m [y/n].” she extended her hand for him to shake it.

“nash,” he responded shaking her head as she gave him a bright smile that radiated right off the bright sun in the park.

but the thing is nash didn’t know that sweet soft small of hers would have him whip weeks later. the once snarky nash gold who’s wolf-whistling at the sight of a beautiful woman that walks by him is so whipped. he’s not sure how it got like that. actually, neither of his teammates could pinpoint the moment the lovely [y/n] latched her teeth so harshly on nash.

perhaps it was when she cussed him out for being late to their dinner date, she literally embarrassed his ass in the middle of the five-star restaurant. she even drenched his shirt in the third glass of champagne she was sipping on before storming out and catching an uber home.

or maybe it was the way her tight walls fluttered around his cock effortlessly when he was whining out an apology due to his reckless behavior one late night in his nice car she loved sitting pretty in. the heated session always started when [y/n]'s picking at her freshly painted nails and she could feel nash staring at her at his half-ass apology.

"what?" [y/n] would snap at him.

nash leaning a bit closer, "i can't look at you." he'll say causing her to roll her eyes.

that little line always seems to lead to the driver seat reclined back and [y/n] bouncing off nash's cock beautifully. using her knees to lift herself up and down on his member. the low moans and harsh kisses created an eerie atmosphere in the car as nash's large hands are gripping at [y/n]'s waist. he's mumbling how much he doesn't want to lose her and how much he cares about her. the thing that drove the blonde ball player crazy was a fucked out smirk she'll have on her face as her juices coat his cock.

"now you care about me when you're so fuckin' pussy drunk for me huh?," she'll say through moans while she's rocking her hips, a power move knowing that he disliked when she did that. "fuck you nash." she'll spat before leaping on his cock once again.

eyes rolling in the back of his head as he's trying to bring her closer than after. hips bucking upward just to kiss her cervix and have her cock drunk just as much as he was pussy drunk. lips barely touching as he could feel his balls tighten, each stroke upon her gummy walls caused him to grip her a bit tighter. not wanting to let [y/n] go as he could feel he was about to cum. when [y/n] walls pinched around his cock and he could feel her body go limp, his arms snaked around her as he took matters into his own hands.

hips thrusting up inside his pretty stubborn girlfriend as his cum decorated her walls with ease. his lips tracing wet exhausted kisses upon her jawline. his strokes grew sloppy and slow as his cum coated her walls. filling her up all the way. "i love you." he'll utter.

it came out like a soft whisper where he hoped she was too fucked out to even hear him.

the steamy aftermath of tugging their clothes back on and awkward silence, [y/n]'s quick to exit the car after placing a tired kiss on her boyfriend's lips. walking a bit slow due to nash's cum leaking down her leg and her body felt so sore. but she's quick to turn around to approach nash's car window, which he rolled it down giving her a smile.

"do you want to just stay over?" [y/n] questioned. "cause' i love your annoying ass too."

nash has some foolish grin on his face as he's climbing out of the car after turning it off. he's grabbing a hold of her hand as she led him into her house.

gosh, he was so in love.

[thekentuckyhimbo]

Hi 😊 I’m just messaging to ask for a smutty request featuring Yoots/reader please?

Maybe a denied feelings that spill over type of thing if possible?

Many thanks 😊

Softer than I Deserve

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta/fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: unhealthy relationship, denial of feelings, 18+, smut, graphic depictions of sex

Words: 2.8k

Complete: Yes

Summary: Set after Yuta dropped the belt to Daniel Garcia. Yuta's frustrations don't come from the ring, they come from his feelings for you...

Author Notes: Sorry this took so long! Don't really have an excuse, just an apology. Hopefully you like it! Tbh I'm not entirely happy with it, but idk what else to do with it, so I'm just gonna post it.

It was hard for Yuta not to watch you when you were in the same room together. He tried - god, he tried - not to look, sure that his infatuation would be perceived as weakness if any of his Blackpool Combat Club peers found out.

In his more self-indulgent moments, Yuta imagined confessing his attraction to Mr Regal. In those fantasies, Regal would offer him some sage advice and he would use it to finally woo you; to make you see him after all this time.

But in a locker room filled with men more muscular, more impressive, more tan, Yuta knew you would never have eyes for him. Friends for years and never a hint of anything more. It was infuriating. Perhaps that was where his newfound aggression in the ring had come from. He often saw you on the way to guerilla before his matches, and his head swam with thoughts of you as he stalked down the ramp and out to the ring.

Yuta wanted you more than he wanted any title in the business, a thought that crossed his mind one night on his way to the ring to wrestle Daniel Garcia. The skin on the back of his neck grew hot with embarrassment and he was blown up before the match even started. Garcia could smell it like a shark in the water and Yuta knew his ROH Pure Championship was as good as gone.

Not that it mattered, because it still hadn’t been enough to get your attention.

Yuta wrestled his most vicious match that night. He knew that the technical side of his brain had shut down; he was too emotional, unable to make calculated decisions. He couldn’t hear Regal on commentary from the ring, but he was sure his mentor would sound disappointed. Just like you were going to be disappointed - that was if you even cared about him enough to notice in the first place.

Those thoughts only made you messier, and the rest of the match was academic. Yuta didn’t remember much about the finish; it felt like he was in a trance as he stumbled up the ramp backstage. He zigzagged through the halls, ignoring the sharp looks of Mox and Danielson, the concerned eyes of Chuck and Orange.

Everyone knew to stay out of his way, pressing up against the walls of the hallways he staggered through to avoid his destructive path. But who would he destroy? Even in the ring, he hadn’t been able to harness his frustrations to destroy Garcia. Regal would surely give him a speech about that later. And Moxley. And Danielson.

He heard the sound of quickening footsteps behind him then. He knew they were close and getting closer, breaking into a jog, but it felt like he was hearing them through cotton wool; muffled and far away.

But the sharp British accent that came from behind him was unmistakable, and Yuta cursed how well Regal had trained him in that moment, because even in his dishevelled state his mind homed in on the veteran’s words immediately.

“Mr Yuta,” he began, panting, but quickly seemed to think better of it. “Wheeler,” he said, softer this time.

Softer than I deserve, Yuta thought darkly.

Yuta’s feet stopped still despite his mind begging his body not to obey the words of his mentor. He dared not turn around, sweat-clammy back facing his trainer. Regal didn’t ask him to turn around, knew from Yuta’s stilled shoulders that he was listening.

They were alone in an isolated corridor of the arena, Regal’s words reverberating inescapably off the concrete walls and floors.

“That was not you in that ring,” Regal stated plainly.

Yuta tried not to react, but there was something so raw about Regal’s words and it struck a chord. Yuta felt tears pricking at his face as he remembered his days on the independent scene, of his matches in Beyond, of his time being trained by Chuck and Orange. He’d felt a sense of identity back then. Long gone was the cyberpunk mask and trenchcoat - and while Yuta agreed that was for the best, he missed the safety of it. When Yuta went out to the ring now he felt naked, even with Regal at his side. He didn’t know how to be like Danielson or Moxley or Claudio, but he hadn’t known how to be like Chuck or Orange either.

Regal patiently awaited Yuta’s response.

“I know,” Yuta choked out eventually, “I should have been better.”

He heard Regal scoff in response, the sound like a needle piercing through his chest. All the air went out of him like a balloon, and Yuta felt like he was gasping for air; drowning on dry land.

“Do you really think I would have recruited you if who I saw on the independents wasn’t who I wanted?” Regal breathed out a long, low sigh. “You don’t need to be Danielson or Moxley,” Regal paused, “You need to be Wheeler Yuta.”

“I can’t-” Yuta began, but Regal cut him off.

“You bloody well can,” Regal snapped, “but to do it you need the same thing that Jon, and Bryan, and Claudio, and Chuck, and Orange, and myself, all have.”

Yuta wanted to ask, ‘what’s that?’ because truly he didn’t know. But he knew Regal didn’t take kindly to stupid questions, and Regal was beginning to sound exasperated that Yuta couldn’t grasp the apparently simple concept that he was trying to explain.

“You need a good strong woman in your life.”

Yuta spun on his heel, wild-eyed and in disbelief at what he’d just heard.

“What?” he asked, face contorting with pain.

As if his chest hadn’t been aching enough tonight as it was, now it felt like his lungs were outright collapsing.

“You heard me,” Regal replied calmly, looking Yuta firmly in the eyes. “We all see how you look at her, but perhaps if you’d had the courage to do something about it instead of sulking like a petulant child, you might have shown that same courage in the ring tonight.”

Tears pricked at Yuta’s eyes again, and Regal’s steely gaze became uncharacteristically soft.

“My boy,” Regal said quietly, taking a few strides closer until they were almost nose-to-nose, “We put on quite a show out there about being forged in combat, but the real thing we have in common is love. And it’s plain to see you love that girl.”

**

Yuta felt feverish, panicked, as he searched every square inch of the locker rooms for you. He still hadn’t changed from his match, having thrown a hoodie hurriedly over his bare chest and zipped it halfway. People probably thought he’d lost it; jogging around the backstage area, hair spiked up in every direction, stale sweat creating a fine layer of salt over his skin that made him feel filthy.

But he had to find you. He was desperate to. He’d wasted more than enough time already, and every second longer he waited it felt like you were slipping through his fingers like sand.

He was back in the same desolate hallway Regal had confronted him in earlier when he found you. You weren’t sitting on a utility case looking at your phone, or grabbing dinner, or filming some kind of backstage content. You were standing in the middle of the hallway like some ominous spectre, staring directly at him.

He skidded to a halt in front of you and you folded your arms across your chest.

“What the hell is going on with you?” you snapped, lips pursed into a thin line.

Yuta didn’t know how to respond to your question, didn’t know how to hold a conversation with you, let alone explain his feelings for you. But the echo of Regal’s earlier words in the hallway lingered, spurring him on.

“I, um, I-” Yuta stuttered, ducking his head to look at his feet, then dragging them back up to your face as he found some hidden courage still inside him.

It didn’t help - god, it didn’t help - that you were wearing the tightest pair of leggings he’d ever seen and a crop top that revealed more than his open hoodie did. He wanted to lick your midriff; drop to his knees and worship you.

Maybe something in his eyes gave it away, because you dropped your arms to your sides and your gaze softened, if only slightly.

“You’re so pretty I can’t focus,” Yuta whispered as he stared down at the breasts he could now see unobstructed.

His eyes snapped to yours, horrified at what he’d let slip. But you didn’t look horrified. Your face had softened entirely now, the prettiest he’d ever seen it. And he was tired - god, he was so tired of being a coward - that he couldn’t help but lean in.

You didn’t pull away, but he didn’t wait for you to. His lips crushed yours and yours immediately opened up for him, so soft and wet that he deepened the kiss immediately.

Your hand reached out and grasped his and that was all the permission he needed. He laced his fingers into yours and walked you backwards into the nearest wall, pinning your hand above your head.

With your free hand you unzipped his hoodie the last little bit and reached for his abs, dipping dangerously close to his waistband. He was hard in an instant, crowding into your space and pressing his hard-on into your hips. You spread your legs instantly and his erection was pressed between them. He nudged at your jaw with his nose and you turned your head pliantly to allow him to press heated kisses to your neck.

He knew he shouldn’t do this here, but the taste of you was so intoxicating he couldn’t stop. He ached to rebuild himself, reclaim himself, and you felt like the key to doing that. He wanted to be swallowed by the taste of you until he emerged reborn.

He dropped to his knees in front of you and expected you to say no, to suggest they go somewhere more private. Instead, you swallowed thickly and planted your hand in his hair. He took that as permission and began scrambling to remove your tight leggings, peeling them off your body until they ended up on the floor beside you.

You must have felt exposed, half-naked against the wall where anyone could see you. But it wasn’t enough for Yuta, who pushed down your panties and blew a cool breath over your folds, drawing a shiver from you.

Yuta bent his head for a taste, licking between your folds and finding your clit immediately. You were already soaking wet, and the second he tasted you he knew he’d never be able to stop. He ran his hands up your stomach and found his way under your crop top, cupping your soft breasts and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You arched into him, chest rising and falling faster and faster. Yuta slid his hands back down your body, leaving your breasts half-exposed under the band of your crop top, nipples hard in the cool evening air. His hands found your thighs and spread them wider, staring open-mouthed at the view from between your legs.

You looked so good he felt a little drool at the corners of his mouth. He wanted you to grind your hips on his face until it hurt, but he started delicately. He was so tense from arousal he was shaking, forcing himself to stay composed enough to delicately lick your already swollen clit.

The noise that he drew from you then was like a rapture. A strangled whine that tapered into a breathy moan, your hand grasping his hair hard, dragging his face closer to your heat.

He licked you gently again, this time running a finger over your entrance. Your cry was even louder this time, and you reached forward with both hands now to cup his head and drag him closer, until he had nowhere to go but towards your delicious heat.

“Don’t be gentle,” you whispered, looking down at him through your lashes, “Please…” He pressed two fingers inside you suddenly and you moaned appreciatively, “Please, I need all of you.”

Yuta growled into your thigh at that comment, nipping at the soft flesh there as he struggled to maintain some sense of composure. But your scent was so heady and he was starting to understand exactly how you liked it, as he bit your thigh harder and pressed four fingers into you as deep as they could go. He sucked a love bite into your thigh and you screamed so loud he was sure someone had heard them.

That was all you had to do to make Yuta abandon the last of his composure. He dove between your legs then, lapping at your clit fervently and sucking on it until you squirmed against the wall.

“You want all of me, huh,” he growled against your leg, pausing to stare up at your face as he set a brutal pace with his fingers inside you.

You had your hands braced on the wall and your face was contorted in pleasure, groaning between strangled breaths. Yuta only began fingering you faster, pressing his mouth back against your clit and settling into a slightly slower rhythm that his fingers and tongue could match. He started pulling his fingers out all the way and pushing them sharply back in as his tongue flicked over your sensitive clit. You were panting and swearing, now doubled over in pleasure.

Yuta took that at his opportunity to lift your legs up and loop them over his shoulders, his nose pressed against your pubic bone and his fingers angled just right inside you.

The change in angle proved to be all you could take, thighs quivering around Yuta’s ears as you cried out his name, juices pouring down Yuta’s hand as your tight pussy pulsed around his fingers.

You fell to the floor in a heap, carefully bundled up into Yuta’s lap as he pressed kisses into your neck, jaw and temple, whispering sweet nothings to you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, “You took it so well, good girl.”

Even as he spoke he was pulling the layers of his ring gear down, pulling out the aching erection he’d been neglecting for entirely too long. You instinctively positioned yourself over him and he took that as his invitation, snapping his hips up into you roughly until he bottomed out inside you.

He set a brutal pace, rocking his hips unforgivingly into you until you fell back against the wall. He felt selfish, using your body to chase his own orgasm. But then you arched your back into him and reached your hands up to play with your nipples, pinching them hard and letting out shaky breaths and little moans.

Something about the blissed-out look on your face told Yuta you could cum again, so he slid a finger between your folds and circled your clit gently, earning a breathy moan from you. He set a slower pace with his thrusts, focusing on your pleasure. One of your hands drifted up to your face, the other still playing with your nipple. You covered your mouth, stifling a strangled cry. Yuta flicked his finger over your clit faster and this time you cried, “I’m cumming,” as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your whole body shook.

Yuta was so close now, cupping your face in his hand and dragging you in for a kiss that was all tongue and completely devoid of any technique. He pressed his forehead against yours.

“Look at me,” he growled.

You did as you were told.

“You are my whole fucking world,” he said emphatically, feeling his orgasm coiling in his belly.

“Wheeler,” you moaned, “Please cum in me.”

A moan ripped through Yuta’s body and he felt naked all over again. As his orgasm began to tear through his body he had the shattering realisation that he hadn’t been in control of himself for months. You had been in control, and he liked it that way. He did as he was told, cumming hot and deep inside of you.

“All yours,” he chanted mindlessly, “always been yours.”

Yuta shivered against you, wrapping his arms around your waist until you were as close together as you could be without him being inside you again. Together your breathing slowed and you pressed soft kisses to Yuta’s hair as he buried his face in your chest.

Yuta felt like he was in a dream, and when he finally awoke it was to you pressing a soft kiss to his lips - softer than he deserved - and cupping his face in your hands. The smile on your face was infectious, and Yuta smiled tentatively back.

“Now,” you said mischievously, “Go and win that title back, will you?”

[loopy-froots]

Childhood Friends

Brahms Heelshire x afab!Reader

Author: @loopy-froots

Word Count: 3261 (WOW wtf…)

Slight request by @leahromanof : small age gap (Brahms is 26-28 and the reader is 20)

Summary: The Reader grew up very close to the Heelshire family, as their parents were business partners with them. However, after the fire incident, Brahms and the Reader took some space from each other. While the Reader knew Brahms was still alive, they didn’t know under the circumstances he was. When a sudden tragedy strikes their family, the Reader is left with no home. The Heelshire family offer their home with welcoming arms, but much has changed between all of them since they have last seen each other.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, swearing, slasher x reader, smut, virgin/unprotected sex (masc and fem), abusive parents (fem), insecurities (on both parts), slight age gap (6ish years?), a slight size kink (if you squint?), etc.

Author’s Note: I wasn’t too sure what to write for the age gap so I hope this is good enough!!! I also threw in a lot of personal needs I’ve been having, so I hope y’all don’t mind! Feel free to let me know your thoughts!!!

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*2nd Person POV*

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were finally going to see your beloved childhood friend, Brahms Heelshire, again after close to ten years of separation. You wished this was not under these circumstances, as you never intended to cause your family such turmoil.

“Y/n! Come in, why don’t you?” Mr. Heelshire exclaims as he opens his front door. He must have seen you walk up their driveway. You can see Mrs. Heelshire inside, but she shares a concerning expression. Trying to brush it off, you step inside and am greeted by the warmth of the house. It was a terribly chilly winter day, and the walk there exhausted you.

“Come, dear! Let me get you a cup of tea to warm you up! You look rather frozen!” Mrs. Heelshire snaps out of her funk and laughs al0ng with her husband. Their jovial attitude makes you feel rather welcomed and loved.

“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire… I… I’m terribly sorry that this all happened… especially so suddenly…” You look down with embarrassment.

“Nonsense! We’re always happy to have you, Y/n! Our home is yours!” Mr. Heelshire smiles at you, but you get a somewhat urgent vibe from him. You’re not sure how to feel about it, but you figure since they’re being ever so kind you were in no position to question.

“Now, dear… why don’t you tell us exactly what happened… Perhaps we may help with your parents’ situation?” Mrs. Heelshire gently suggests, but you shake your head in disagreement.

“Unfortunately, I’m not sure that’s possible… you see, I recently came out to my parents as non-binary… they’ve never been overly supportive of that kind of stuff, but I knew I couldn’t hide myself any longer…” You explain shamefully.

“Oh my… that is a rather difficult predicament, hm? However, we want you to know that we fully support you… in fact, our own Brahms considers himself genderfluid,” Mrs. Heelshire shares, which honestly makes you feel less alone.

“Really? I… I had no idea… Thank you, but speaking of which… where is Brahms…? Does he still live with you?” You wonder.

“Oh, um… yes… he does, but he’s grown to be rather… timid… so he doesn’t always come out when people are visiting…” Mr. Heelshire explains swiftly, and you try to understand. You don’t fully know what he’s been through, so who are you to judge his social anxieties?

“That’s alright. Well, I just hope he knows how excited I am to see him again…” You confess, causing a surprised reaction from the Heelshire couple.

“Really? Well, that’s certainly wonderful! I’m sure he'll become more open to meeting you after he gets used to you being in the house…” Mrs. Heelshire states with a gentle smile, and you nod your head in agreement.

With that, you are then taken on a tour of the house. You’re shown areas you can and cannot wander to, and you mentally note each location that’s off limits. You’d never want to make the Heelshires uncomfortable, despite how curious you were. They show you to your room, which you immediately recognize as Brahms’ childhood room.

“Oh wow! This looks exactly how I remembered it!” You giggle.

“I’m glad you’re fond of it still, as Brahms insisted you take his room for your own… comfort…” Mr. Heelshire shares, but something tells you he’s not entirely being honest. However, you ignore the feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

“Well, feel free to unpack your things dear. As we mentioned before, we are planning on going on a trip within the next few days. So it will be just you and Brahms for a while…” Mrs. Heelshire reminds you, and you shiver slightly for some reason.

“Oh, yes… Well, I hope the two of you enjoy it!” You politely respond.

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“Goodbye, dear! And remember, follow the rules and you’ll get no trouble from our dear Brahms!” The Heelshires bid you farewell and leave in their cab. Closing the door, you sigh in relief.

“Alright, follow the rules… I can do that… it’s the least I can do since they were so kind as to let me stay for a while…” You motivate yourself.

“Y/n…” A sudden familiar, childlike voice echoes through the house. You looked around to see who it came from, but you saw no one. It had to be Brahms, right? Who else could it have been, but where was he?

“B-Brahms?” You sheepishly call out. You hear no answer and suddenly feel quite stupid. Maybe you just heard the shifting of the house or imagined someone was calling your name?

“Alright, focus… first things first, making some lunch… hopefully he’ll come down to eat with me…?” You hope. You could’ve sworn you heard another childish giggle somewhere, but you try to shake the skittish feeling building up. You quickly make whatever you feel like for lunch, desperate to finish so that you can call Brahms down to eat.

“Um, Brahms? I… lunch is done… if you want some?” You yell throughout the house, but you hear no answer. Finally feeling defeat, you turn back to the kitchen and notice that one of the plates of food has disappeared.

“How did he get to it without me noticing?” You ask out loud. Every instinct within you tells you that something was wrong, but you tried your best to give the man some time to adjust to the new living situation.

“Y/n…?” In the middle of eating, you hear a now more adult version of the voice you heard earlier. You drop your fork in surprise and frantically look around for the source. You then see a tall and scruffy looking man standing at the end of the dining room. He was holding the plate that is now empty, and you figure that must be Brahms. He was very odd looking, in all honesty. He wore a porcelain mask that resembles the type of little dollies you used to keep as a kid.

“Oh, um… h-hello, Brahms…?” You try to be friendly towards him, despite the creepy feeling you got from him already. However, him not answering causes the suspicion to form again.

“Um… did you enjoy the meal I made for you?” You try to spark a conversation, but Brahms nonverbally nods in response.

“That’s good! I’m… glad…” You smile awkwardly at him, but his masked face remains expressionless. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, and Brahms notices the tense state you’re in. He begins to step closer to you, and sets his plate on the table. Sweating profusely, you wonder what he’s doing. He steps closer and closer to you until he’s directly in front of you. While you sit, he towers over you. You’d never admit it, but he’s very intimidating. However, you try your best to be polite.

“Is… everything alright, Brahms?” You ask innocently. He just stares at you, though, never saying a word. When you were about to get up and try to walk away, he grabs your arm and pulls you into him.

“B-Brahms…?!” You exclaim as he squeezes you in his broad arms. He’s rather warm, but trembling. Your heart relaxes when you realize he only wanted a hug.

“Y/n… nice to see you again…” He finally peeps out. Your cheeks heat up, but you lean into the embrace. The two of you just hold onto each other for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Good to see you, too! I was worried you were upset with me for coming back after such a long time…” You try to pull away and look him in the eyes, but his grip keeps you there.

“Mm, no… not upset… lonely…” He breathes into your ear, sending a chill down your back. He was… lonely? That makes you feel bad… really bad… how could you leave him like you did after the incident?! It wasn’t completely your fault, as you parents were the main reason you stayed away. They told you what a dangerous person Brahms was, and they forbid you from being influenced by him in any way.

Additionally, your parents never liked how fond the two of you seemed towards each other, despite the slight age difference you had. Brahms was only six years older, and to you it didn’t matter for terms of friendship. However, your parents saw the attraction Brahms had towards you right away. As children, it only developed into a little crush, but the older the two of you got the more obvious it became, to the adults at least. You seemed quite oblivious to his attempts to woo you, as you had just thought he was being friendly.

“I…I’m sorry, Brahms… I should’ve… I wish I’d have… I’m sorry…” Tear well in your eyes as you look down from his gaze. Your focus then shifts to the ever growing bulge in his pants that you hadn’t noticed before.

“It’s alright… happy you’re here now…” Brahms strokes your hair with his free hand, and he leans into you. You feel him stroke your neck with his nose, seemingly trying to get a reaction out of you. Completely frozen, you felt unsure of what to do. All of the sudden, your head’s ideas clicked and made you realize the years of yearning he’d been doing for you.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t still have feelings for the boy you grew up with. You always admired how protective he was of you. You never admitted your affection towards him, though, as you thought he might react negatively. To you, the age difference acted as a barrier, but to him, it seemed he didn’t mind in the slightest. All he’s ever known was his love for you, despite the age gap. However, is this still the same boy as before? You probably barely knew him anymore. Then why were you getting so flustered over this simple interaction?

“Brahms?” You look back into his eyes with a curious glint. What was he planning with you?

“Hm?” He nonchalantly answers.

“Are you…?” You start, but then feel too embarrassed to finish.

“Yes,” He agrees without needing you to explain. You feel him jerk his hips into your stomach softly, desperate to get some friction between the two of you. As intoxicating as he was being, you still felt unsure of your stance with him.

“I’m not sure I want to… I mean, this is so soon… don’t you think?” You try to reason mainly with yourself to try and stop this from happening. With that, Brahms stops and pulls away from you with a pout.

“No?” He questions with sweet eyes.

“I… yes…?” You try to stand your ground with yourself again, but it’s no use. Brahms’ heartfelt pleading turns you to putty in his hands.

“Please?” He begs. With that, you finally agree, and he’s onto you. Groping all up and down your sides, front, and back, he feels every inch of your body as if he’s desperate to find something in you.

“Brahms… wait…?” You stop him again, realizing you hadn’t seen his actual face yet. You politely ask him to remove his mask, but he visibly slumps.

“Why…? You… don’t want to see me…” Brahms insecurely explains, but you shake your head.

“I do! Please…?” You whine as he continues to feel up your back. Brahms hesitates slightly, then agrees. With that, he slowly removes the porcelain from himself. This leaves his bare, burnt, and uncertain face into your view. You’re unsure of what to say at first, as your feelings are conflicted. However, you quickly decide to go with what your heart felt.

“You’re so handsome, Brahms…” You confess with a sheepish smile. He doesn’t respond, though, almost as if he’s debating what to say as well.

“Mm!” You moan through a sudden kiss he placed on your lips, making Brahms smile to himself in the kiss. He loved the way you reacted to his touch. He quickly realized you were feeling the same towards him, and that gave him the confidence to continue. You rapidly grew a certain heat in your pelvic area, but the feeling was still unfamiliar to you. Only on the rare occasion did you allow yourself the pleasure, but you felt guilty for it every time.

“Slut… whore… useless daughter…” Your parents’ past words radiate in your head, and a panic washes over your body. Brahms senses your inner conflict again, and stops once more.

“Y/n…?” He gently asks to see if you’re alright. Tears well up in your eyes as the guilt of disappointing your parents consumes you.

“I’m sorry, I just… my mom and dad would be so upset… I just feel so… lost…” You admit, and Brahms wipes your cheeks with his calloused hands.

“Mm, screw them…” He chuckles darkly.

“But…” You try to argue, but he shushes you instead.

“They’ve never been good to you, Y/n…” Brahms shares, and it confuses you at first. They’ve always given you food, shelter, and anything else a child would need.

“But they… they mean well…” You try to reason it out, but he still disagrees.

“I’ve been watching, listening to how they treat you your whole life, Y/n… the way they scream at you, gaslight you, disappoint you… that’s not love… that’s abuse…” Brahms whispers with a broken heart for you. The pain of realization hits you, but you try to muffle your cries with your hands over your mouth.

“I’m so sorry… I know how hard it is… but I… I want to love you… really love you…” He kisses the top of your head sweetly. His words fill your heart with hope that you might not be miserable the rest of your life.

“Really…? I mean, I would love that… but I don’t want to force you into anything…” You self doubt yourself.

“Absolutely. I mean, hell… why do you think I was doing all of this?” Brahms wonders, and you suppose he’s right.

“Yeah, true… I’m sorry, I just feel bad… but thank you, I’d love to… y’know…?” You admit with a shy grin, which he immediately returns.

“Good,” He smirks and kisses you again. This time, the kiss was much more desperate for the sweet result. Brahms shows no mercy for you this time as he begins biting your lips. Your little gasps invoke a strong sense of pride within him. He was making you feel this way, and he alone would make you feel good.

“Hm,” His deep voice rumbles in his chest. Your eyes flutter open and shut, unsure of how to go about this situation. Squirming around awkwardly, you then feel Brahms grab your waist as he lifts you up and onto the table.

“Ah! Brahms...?!” You yelp in surprise.

“Take off your shirt, Y/n.” He demands, already sliding his hands underneath. You timidly follow his instructions, removing your shirt and bra from your body. Brahms looks down from your face and onto your breasts. He adored them, so he ran his hands over them as he gave each nipple a cheeky pinch.

“Oh, Brahms…” Your eyes close in bliss, but he snaps your attention back to his eyes.

“Look at me,” He suggests sternly.

“O-okay…” You do as he wishes and stare deep into his icy eyes. He’s tender and gentle, but he still makes you feel so small next to him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/n… I’ve always loved you…” Brahms brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face, giving him a better view at your beauty.

“I have loved you for the longest time, too, Brahms… I just never knew how to tell you…” You try your best to express your feelings, but your past experience with doing so has never been easy for you. Each emotion you shared ended in an argument with your parents.

“I’m so glad… please…” Brahms pleads, leaning his forehead against yours. He didn’t have to finish for you to understand what he wanted.

“C’mere…” Your sudden burst of trust hits the two of you like a train. Brahms roughly attacks your neck with his lips and teeth, nipping at all your sensitive areas. Exploring each and every inch, he scopes out which areas you like best.

“Mm, Y/n…” He whimpers, rubbing his needy cock against your body. You had neglected it for far too long, and you wanted to give it some love too.

Lowering your hand down to his member, you stroke him through his pants. Pre-cum leaks from his tip and soaks through his underwear slightly. His moans fill your ears with sweet misery. The lack of being inside of you was killing him, but he wanted to take things slow for you.

“Ah, Y/n…! Please! I’ll be a good boy!” He begs you to allow him entrance, and you agree. Instantaneously, he pulls his clothes off and prepares his painfully hard cock to slide into you.

“Oh! You feel… so tight…!” He didn’t tell you, but this was his first time as well. The first feeling of being inside of someone, especially when that someone is you, was the best feeling he’s ever felt. He couldn’t help himself but pump in and out of you. He tried his best to go slow, but his selfish excitement got the better of him. However, you were far from upset by this.

“Ah! D-don’t… stop…!” You plead with him, and he obliges. Slapping his body into yours in a rhythmic motion causes you to quickly feel that coil in your stomach tighten around him.

“F-fuck…! You’re gonna make me…!” As quickly as it started, your love making ended. The two of you came together simultaneously, and everything felt perfect to you. However, Brahms felt a wave of guilt.

“I… I’m sorry… I wish I had lasted longer… and I shouldn’t have pressured you into this…” He goes on and on about all the things he could’ve done better, but you then stop him with a chaste peck on his lips.

“You were perfect. Thank you,” You lovingly look into his eyes. He searches for any sort of regret, but when he finds none he settles into your arms.

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