#but i SWEAR the intention was just to write you something short and sweet for your birthday today since
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AKA: angst, miscommunication and a/b/o, feat. brief/mentioned maxierre with piarles endgame (+ implied maxiel.) happy birthday @boxboxbrioche my love
"Hello, Charles," Max smiles when Charles runs into him (literally) in the Budapest paddock on Thursday. He's wearing the same Red Bull team shirt and jeans as ever, naturally, but something about him looks unusually relaxed and content. Sated, even.
Probably because he's been winning practically every race this season, Charles thinks. That's enough reason for anyone to be looking relaxed and content.
Still, when he steps in a little closer to fist-bump Max's proffered hand, he can't help but notice it. Max's scent is... more than just content. He smells like he's only just come out of heat, and whoever was taking care of him did a very good job of it. He doesn't smell like sex, precisely, but he smells like what Charles would imagine afterglow would, if it had a scent. Golden and lazy and sated.
Oh, he's got blockers on, of course, but Charles has always been blessed (or cursed, depending how you look at it) with a very good nose. So. He knows immediately.
Some too-perceptive instinct is telling him that the timing of this heat has something to do with Daniel's return to racing this weekend. Almost like Max... wanted to get his heat over with before he saw Daniel again?
...That's a big stretch, of course, and Charles would never dare say it out loud. (Except to Pierre, maybe, because Pierre loves theorising about the latest paddock gossip just as much as Charles does.)
So he just smiles politely at Max, and says "Hello" back, and wishes for Pierre to appear out of some corner of the paddock somewhere. It isn't that Charles hates Max, or whatever the media likes to spin, but it's also true that Max isn't Charles' most favourite person in the paddock. (Obviously, that honour goes to Pierre.)
No, Charles' and Max's relationship is simply that of colleagues - good enough, if a little bland.
Which is why Charles is not expecting it at all when Max leans a little closer with something that looks almost like a conspiratorial grin. Charles has no idea what Max might want to be conspiratorial about with him - it's not as though he's leaving Ferrari anytime soon, despite what everyone likes to speculate.
Surprisingly, what Max says to him is not racing or incident-related at all. "Do you know where Pierre is?" he asks, as though Charles is the most reliable source of the Alpine driver's whereabouts. (Charles shouldn't be, but he's very flattered.) "I still need to thank him."
"Thank him?" Charles echoes, a little puzzled. "For what?"
And then Max says the one thing that blows apart Charles' world and turns his day upside-down immediately. "For agreeing to spend my heat with me so last-minute."
He says it so casually, too, and Charles...
Well. Charles knows that many of the other unbonded omegas on the grid like to spend their heats with other drivers. This might seem contradictory at first, but the thing is - while they might not necessarily trust each other on track, you can always rely on the fact that another driver, at least, won't reveal details of that hook-up to the press anymore than you will. Most of the alpha drivers on the current grid are decent enough people off-track that you can trust you'd be taken good care of, too.
It's something that Charles has done himself, too, once or twice - mostly with Alex, who is always incredibly kind about it, and makes sure Charles is comfortable and well-hydrated afterwards.
But mostly, Charles spends his heats alone. He schedules them carefully so they won't interfere with races, and then he bears them on his own, teeth gritted as he works himself open over and over again and clings to whatever article of Pierre's clothing he can find nearby.
It's never good enough, never, but Charles has never really wanted another alpha. He only goes to Alex if his body genuinely cannot go without it anymore, and then it's purely a case of friend helping out a friend.
So, really, Charles has no reason to be this shocked that Max apparently spent his most recent heat with Pierre. The two of them are friends, aren't they? Much better than Charles and Max have ever pretended to be. There's no reason why they wouldn't spend a heat together, really.
Except...
Charles grits his teeth, and it's only years of media training that enables him to still pass it off as a smile. "He did?" he asks, tightly.
Max laughs, still happily unaware that he's taken Charles' day and shattered it like a glass breaking into unrecognisable shards. "Yes," he confirms, and then he bumps Charles' shoulder, almost unbearably conspiratorial again. "You, of course, would know why I now need to thank him."
No amount of media training in the world could have helped Charles keep up his smile in response to that. Max notices - how could he not - and his own smile falls. "You two have not...?" His voice rises up in the end, like he almost can't believe he even has to ask the question.
Charles tastes something sour in his mouth, and by the way Max flinches back, he's sure it must be all over his scent as well, blockers be damned. "No," is all Charles says, brusquely.
Max opens and closes his mouth for a moment, and then he reaches for Charles' shoulder. He hesitates, though, hand hovering awkwardly in the space between them. "I'm sorry," he says, and it sounds sincere. "For assuming. The two of you are so..." He makes a face. "You are good friends, so I thought if he would do it for me, he would of course do it for you too."
"No," Charles says again, and the word tastes acrid in his mouth. "We have never."
Not for lack of trying, Charles thinks bitterly, and then he forces himself to think of something else. Some excuse that Max will accept.
Fortunately, a little gaggle of people in bright Ferrari red are passing by, and Charles latches onto them with almost too much relief. "Ah, my team," he says, pointing. "I need to go."
It's stupidly obvious, as excuses go, but Max has the grace not to mention it. He just watches Charles go, biting his lip.
Charles wants to hate him. He wants to hate him more than anything else - for having a race-winning car, and a team that supports him properly, and championships, but more importantly than any of that, Charles wants to hate him for having Pierre.
It's not that Charles thinks Max is actually in love with Pierre, or even that they're courting. No, it was clearly just a case of friend-helping-out-friend. But even that is...
Unbearable. It is unbearable, because Charles hasn't had even that much.
Charles had only asked once, and only because he'd been stupid with pre-heat already and not thinking straight. Pierre's long, long silence before he'd said, very gently, "Charles... I don't think that's a good idea" had told him all he'd needed to know, anyway.
After that heat, though, Pierre had called Charles and made sure he was okay, and that he knew it wasn't personal, Pierre just didn't think it was a good idea to get that involved with another driver. Especially one who's also a friend.
Charles had accepted it at the time, and he's never had any reason to think that Pierre has changed his mind in any way.
Except now here Pierre is, apparently spending heats with Max fucking Verstappen, of all people. And, really. Out of everyone on the grid - every goddamn omega - it had to be Max, didn't it?
A part of Charles wants to fall to the floor in devastation, wants to tear at his hair and shake and cry to anyone who will listen, why doesn't he want me, why doesn't he want me?
But Charles remains standing, because even more than he's heartbroken, he's furious.
Pierre did not help Max through his heat because they're in love, or because they're courting. So, he must have done it as a favour to a friend.
Then why the hell would he not do the same for Charles?
Charles also asked him as a favour to a friend (and yes, maybe Charles wanted more, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask for that. He'd just asked for a favour, the way every unbonded omega on the goddamned grid asks their alpha friends for favours every once in a while.)
Pierre had said no, and that he doesn't do that. But he'd forgotten to mention the part where he apparently does do that.
If he were here, Charles might slap him clean through the face. It's not an urge he's often had when it comes to Pierre (or ever, really) but today...
Today. It's just. What the hell does Max have that he doesn't? Max and Pierre are friends? Charles and Pierre are better friends. Max is an omega? So is Charles, and he's better at that, too.
It's obviously not even about looks! Because Charles doesn't want to be rude, but he is definitely better-looking than Max. It's just a fact, as true as "the grass is green" or "Charles is Monégasque" or "Charles is in love with Pierre."
No. Fuck that. None of this makes sense.
If Pierre is willing to spend a heat with Max, then there's no reason why he can't help Charles through one, too. It's not like Charles is asking Pierre to love him back - no, he's long since made his peace with the fact that that, at least, is impossible.
Charles has always wanted too much, though, and if he sees even the faintest chance of getting what he wants, even if it is just in the form of a favour to a friend -- well. He will never not go for the gap.
So Charles waits, increasingly impatient, for his media and team obligations to be done for the day. As soon as they are, he heads for Alpine, because there is no way Pierre will have left already - he is far too dedicated to them, staying behind extra hours to learn as many names as he can and give as much feedback as possible and help with everything that needs helping.
Right, because isn't Pierre just so incredibly helpful. Normally, this would make Charles smile, fond - but today, it makes him want to snarl.
Helpful, yes. Except to him, apparently.
No. Charles will not accept that.
Various team members glance up when Charles storms into the Alpine hospitality, freezing with coffees half-way to their lips and tracking him like the spectators to a tennis match as he storms across their building and towards the driver's rooms. One particularly brave soul ventures an "Er..." but Charles is already across the room before he's even finished saying it.
Charles knows the way to Pierre's driver's room as easily as he knows the way to his own (incidentally, it's on the same side of the building) and it's mere seconds later that he's bursting through the door of Pierre's driver's room.
Pierre freezes when the door slams open, mouth caught in a comically surprised expression, but it relaxes quickly into a fond (if still somewhat surprised) smile. "Charlito!" he says, standing up and reaching a hand in Charles' general direction. "This is a nice surprise."
But Charles is not in any mood for pleasantries. "Did you spend a heat with Max," he asks, but it's not really a question as much as it is an accusation, pointed and sharp.
Pierre freezes again, the smile slowly dropping off his face. His scent goes bitter with unpleasant surprise. "I -"
"If you lie to me, I am going to slap you," Charles says, injecting the words with just enough of a snarl that Pierre will know he's not messing around.
Pierre's expression goes from shocked to hurt to angry almost faster than Charles can process. "I wasn't going to lie to you, Charlo. I would never. Not with you."
He sounds sincere enough about it that Charles almost feels guilty, but then Pierre adds, "He's just a friend who needed a favour" and Charles is right back to furious.
"I was a friend, and I needed a favour," Charles says bitingly. He doesn't have to say anything more, because he knows Pierre will understand exactly what he means.
Pierre's face shutters, closing off completely. Even his scent goes blank, like Pierre is deliberately shutting off every part of himself. "That's different."
"How?" Charles hisses at him, and Pierre obviously wasn't expecting the vehemence of it, because he stumbles a step back. "How the hell is it different, huh?"
Pierre's expression does something complicated, and he makes a rough noise, low in the back of his throat. "It just is," he says, and refuses to elaborate.
Charles is livid. "It just is?!" he explodes. "Tell me how it just is, Pierrot, because I sure as fuck don't get it. I am your friend - non, I am your best friend - but when I ask for this favour, you say no. Then when it is Max, you say yes?"
"It's different," Pierre says again, sharply, as though sharpness alone will make Charles drop the subject.
He really doesn't know Charles if he thinks that will work. "It is not different. Not at all. What, unless you are trying to say that you don't want me?"
"Of course I-" Pierre starts, then cuts himself off with a groan, dragging a hand down his face. "I don't want to do this with you, Charles."
"Well, I want to do this with you," Charles retorts, unfazed and as fuming as ever. "What is it, huh, Pierre? You prefer Max over me?"
"Of course not," Pierre says, and he has the audacity to sound almost offended.
"But you must, if you fucked him and not me," Charles snaps. He's not entirely sure what he's trying to accomplish here, but he knows - he knows that he's furious, and Pierre is being a fucking asshole, and he needs Pierre to admit that much. At least.
Pierre, however, seems determined to continue being a stubborn asshole. "It wasn't like that," he insists, and Charles sees red.
"It's exactly like that! I asked you to fuck me, to help me through my heat, and you said no because you do not want me."
And that, somehow, is the last straw.
"Shut up, Charles," Pierre growls - actually growls - at him. "Just, shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, I don't?" Charles snaps right back, goading. "Why don't you tell me, then?"
Pierre snarls again, guttural and furious, and Charles knows that he should be terrified. But right now, he's far too furious to care.
"Tell me," Charles goads again, because he knows that nothing will ever compel Pierre as much as a challenge will.
Pierre is breathing hard, his fists clenched, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly. "You think you know what happened with Max, huh?" he asks, and Charles has never heard him sound like that. Despite himself, it sends a thrill through Charles' whole body. "You think you know what I want and don't want?"
Charles lets his belligerent silence do the talking for him, and Pierre's eyes flash. "Well, do you know that none of it is true? Do you know that none of the rumours of me with all those omegas are true?"
"What do you--" Charles begins, but Pierre cuts him off with a single hand held up, raised as sharply as a slap.
"Do you know, Charlito," he says, almost viciously, "that I've never been able to date any other omega for longer than a few months because I was always comparing them to you?"
Charles jolts where he stands, all the breath wrenched from him. "What--"
But Pierre doesn't give him a moment to process that. "Do you know that I only agreed to spend this heat with Max because he was desperate and out of options?"
"Do you know," Pierre continues, dangerously soft, "that I had to think of you just to be able to come at all?" He stalks a single step closer to Charles. "Do you know that I had to pretend it was you all the time just so that my knot wouldn't go down?" Another step, and Charles is shaking all over, but he can't move. Pierre has him pinned down, completely rooted to the spot with his scorching gaze and world-ending words.
"Do you know," Pierre concludes, softest of all, "why I really said I wouldn't spend a heat with you?"
Charles isn't sure how he even manages to form the word. "Why?"
Pierre's eyes are so, so dark as he stops just in front of Charles, raising one hand to ghost just millimetres above Charles' collarbone. "Because," he says, and his voice is rough. "I knew that if I did, Charles, if I fucked you even just once, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I would bite you, then and there, and I would make you mine."
All the while that he's been speaking, Pierre has been tracing his fingers upwards, a slow, slow torturous slide mere centimetres above Charles' skin. Charles can almost feel the heat of his touch, almost but not quite, and when Pierre stops just below Charles' mating gland - Charles whines and shudders forward, the combination of Pierre's hand there and that word mine too much for him to resist.
Pierre's fingers touch the overheated skin of Charles' mating gland, and the world explodes.
Charles' knees buckle, and his head spins, and he has to press his thighs together in a desperate effort to ease the sudden and burning need there. He's wet, he can feel it, leaking slick all over the place just from that one touch.
Pierre jerks his hand back, of course, but even that split-second of contact was enough to destroy Charles perfectly.
Pierre is panting, and he looks about as wrecked as Charles feels. "So do not stand there and tell me that I don't want you, Charles," he says, and his voice shakes - anger or desperation, Charles can't tell. "Not when I have done nothing but want you for as long as I have known how to want."
Charles shudders, the full weight of Pierre's words sinking in on him all at once. As Charles stands there, processing, he watches as the world rearranges itself entirely.
Charles breathes in, and then he breathes out. "Fuck you, Pear," he says, only a little shakily. "No, seriously, fuck you. How obvious do you need me to be? I literally asked you to spend my heat with me!"
For a moment, Pierre looks so indignant that he forgets to be angry. "You asked it as a favour to a friend!" he protests. "I just said, I can't do that! Not if it's you."
"Yeah, well," Charles says waspishly, "I only asked it like that because I thought you would say no otherwise."
And all at once, Pierre's expression transforms as he comes to the same sudden and brilliant realisation Charles just had.
"Charles," he says, shell-shocked. "If you're saying what I think you're saying..."
He glances down at his hands, clenches them tightly into fists again, then looks back up at Charles, his gaze burning. "You have to know, you can't take it back. I'm not going to let you take it back. Not if you mean it."
"God, Pierre, you are so fucking stupid," Charles says, and alright, maybe he is still a little angry about the whole situation, after all. (He thinks he has the right to be, though.) "Why do you think I was so angry that you went for Max?"
When Pierre doesn't say anything immediately, Charles snaps off a sharp step into Pierre's space, flicking his fingers against Pierre's forehead. "Yeah, it's because I wanted you to choose me. Only me."
Pierre's hand comes up, grabbing Charles' wrist in a bruise-tight hold. He draws Charles' hand away from his face, but then he doesn't let go, just keeps holding on, fingers circling Charles' wrist like they're meant to fit there. "Only you?" he echoes, and it sounds like a question.
Charles nods, because there was never any other answer, and he's about to say it, too, but then Pierre kisses the words right off his mouth.
If Charles' world hadn't already exploded so thoroughly earlier, then it would now.
It's a good kiss. No, it's better than a good kiss - it's a fucking incredible kiss; Pierre's one hand still wrapped around Charles' wrist while the other finds its way to his waist, like it belongs there. Pierre kisses him like he's still a little angry, but also like he's never meant anything more, pouring every part of his soul into it. Pierre kisses him like he's already imagining the night they're going to spend together after this, and he kisses Charles like how he's planning to fuck him later.
Charles has no objections to that. None at all.
Well. Except the one.
He pulls away from the kiss, pressing his palm hard to the side of Pierre's face. "You're going to spend my next heat with me," he says, orders more like, and it's far too possessive, but he can't bring himself to care. Not one goddamned bit.
Pierre growls, low in his throat, and pulls Charles even closer to him. "No, chéri," he says, too-softly. "I'm going to spend every single heat with you from now on. Forever."
"Forever," Charles breathes, and then he kisses Pierre again, hard, making it a promise. "Forever."
#posted this at 01:16 which is not QUITE 1016 but as close as i could get on this fine evening#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIONYYYY#myfic#piarles fic#10 x 16#maxierre#(technically)#(they're really only there as a plot device to get us to piarles endgame)#in other news WHOA MY GOD THIS GOT LONG#(who's surprised....)#but i SWEAR the intention was just to write you something short and sweet for your birthday today since#since we'll only be releasing the main fic later#(well; i say short and sweet; but i don't think SWEETNESS was ever the intention. i wanted to write possessiveness)#(and also miscommunication and misunderstanding and all them GLORIOUS angsty tropes)#and since i have absolutely no self-control to speak of... here we are#BRIONY. my love. i love you so much#please accept this humble offering of my first ever publicly posted a/b/o on the occasion of your birthday#sorry for making the boys angry at each other but i unfortunately think it's very hot to make them scream confessions at each other#hot angry confessions... CHEF'S KISS#and i really hope you like this too!! and go as insane as i did over certain lines#because by God... i fear that you have created a monster#now that i have discovered a/b/o i am NEVER LOOKING BACK#this was so fucking fun to write oh my god. JEEZ#but anyways!! getting distracted here#HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN MY LOVE#and before you say this is too much.... NO. we can never celebrate your birthday too much#this is just more proof to that end#LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY ❤️❤️❤️#briony's birthday bonanza 😘
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ᯓ ✶ IT FEELS GOOD TO KNOW YOU’RE MINE ◞ rodrick heffley.
headcanon/drabble tags female reader. black reader in mind. sfw + nsfw content. swearing. different rodrick’s like perv! rodrick, virgin! rodrick, boyfriend! rodrick… all that. kissing. ꒰ was gonna write a drabble but i just kept coming up with only small drabbles sooo here they are ꒱
boyfriend! rodrick who leaves things at your house just to have an excuse to see you. will leave things that don’t have a purpose in his day to day like a shirt or some bracelets and still come back for them.
best friend! rodrick who likes you, glares at every guy that tries to flirt with you. watches from afar as the two of you talk and will be jealous. will ask you what it was about after or not speak to you all that much (only giving you short sentences and groans until you ask what’s wrong).
pantie-stealer! perv! rodrick who’s definitely slipped a pair of your panties into his pocket when leaving your house. fully planning on fisting them onto his cock later.
boyfriend! rodrick who thinks about fucking you in the back of his van . . . a lot.
boyfriend! rodrick who’s dazed by you in every single way. your smile, your eyes, your ass, your hair— he’s completely whipped.
perv! boyfriend! rodrick who loves when you wear short shorts. watching your ass move in them makes his eyes fall out of his head. 
rodrick heffley who’s definitely an ass man but will favorite your tits sometimes.
boyfriend! rodrick who does his own eyeliner but loves when you compliment him.
boyfriend! rodrick’s mom who literally adores you. enjoys seeing her son so happy.
boyfriend! rodrick who loves to make out with you while you sit on his lap. will rest his hands at your waist and not move them or will wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer.
boyfriend! rodrick who will say yes to anything you ask if you give him that pretty smile and doe eyes.
boyfriend! rodrick’s mom who takes pictures of the two of you in the embarrassing mom way and will keep them.
“aww, you two look so cute. come here, come here. let me take a picture.”
boyfriend! rodrick who acts so big and bad but will lay on your chest and let you play in his hair, going as far as going to sleep on you.
crush! rodrick who makes plans to hang out with you most of the summer.
boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you wear his shirts. especially his bands shirts. won’t get you one of your own though because he wants you to wear his.
perv! boyfriend! rodrick who watches you change when you’re in his room sometimes. says he won’t look but he always end up taking a peak. can’t help it.
rodrick heffley with a sweet girlfriend who loves how friendly and supportive you are, but absolutely hates how so many guys are pulled in by your personality. you’re intentions being so much different than theirs.
boyfriend! rodrick who does stupid things to impress you.
boyfriend! rodrick who looks at you with doe eyes every time you speak. listens to you even when you’re talking about complete nonsense.
virgin! boyfriend! rodrick who supposedly knows all about what girls like but has absolutely no experience with kissing and will stutter up a storm when you first ask for one.
boyfriend! rodrick who will buy things that he doesn’t need but you do. for example, him getting a mirror in his room just for you to look at yourself in so you don’t have to go to the bathroom.
boyfriend! rodrick who will listen to your music, and will secretly listen to it over and over even if it’s not his normal taste.
virgin! perv! boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you roll your hips onto him when you’re on his lap. the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers the only thing stopping the two of you from being skin to skin.
boyfriend! rodrick who rubs your relationship in greg’s face. always grinning from ear to ear when you do something sweet for him in front of him.
boyfriend! rodrick who doesn’t really do too much PDA. only wrapping his arm around your waist and maybe some forehead kisses.
boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you kiss him on the cheek when you’re leaving but adores when you give him a kiss and you’re lipgloss/chapstick lingers on his lips.
boyfriend! rodrick biggest excuse nowadays being “can’t. girlfriend’s coming over” with the biggest grin.
crush! rodrick who doesn’t know how to flirt at all. always awkwardly smiling, making stupid jokes and saying the “wrong” things.
boyfriend! rodrick band mates who call him whipped all the time.
crush! rodrick who’s so positive he will get your number he brags about having you wrapped around his finger already, but will get your number and get excited about every interacting with you. small and big.
boyfriend! rodrick who holds the door for you then will let it shut completely on greg’s face.
boyfriend! rodrick who gets caught up with the band and has to be pulled away from them so you can spend time together.
virgin! boyfriend! rodrick who doesn’t know how big he is until you’re whining at him that he’s really deep.
boyfriend! rodrick gets rid of his dirty magazines from up under his bed to fill a shoe box with pictures of you. the pictures being of what you expect and he has to hide them the best he can because of greg’s snooping.
boyfriend! rodrick who likes surprises and gifts. especially if you made them yourself and he can wear it for everyone to see.
boyfriend! rodrick who tries to be as close as possible to you during the summer. with you short shorts, small shirts and bathing suits guys are bound to be howling at your feet.
crush! rodrick who enjoys halloween and seeing you at parties. eyes glued on you the entire night.
boyfriend! rodrick who’s gotten in trouble more than three times for how loud the two of you are.
2023 kausstar.
#⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ˚ star#+ know yall tired of headcanons on this tag but fic comin soon! 😌#rodrick heffley x reader#rodrick heffley imagine#rodrick heffley#rodrick heffley smut#rodrick imagine#rodrick#rodrick x reader#diary of a wimpy kid rodrick#diary of a wimpy kid#rodrick smut#x reader#x black reader
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good night, bloodsucker
eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 2,114
warnings: swearing, a little anxiety, fluff (let me know if i forgot something)
a/n: hi! this is a little short and sweet fic for you. i hope maybe someone will be into it. i’m starting to feel a little better about writing, and this one made me happy, so that’s something. also, this is dedicated to the one and only @clovermunson (the crowd goes wild!!) for having such a lovely brain and trusting me to handle this. i love you all to the moon and back. keep kicking ass. <33
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Wayne is unable to see the television screen but for a few seconds at a time. It’s making what was meant to be a relaxing night off…anything but relaxing.
He huffs and sets his drink down.
“Boy, would you quit your pacin’?”
The boy in question scoffs, continuing to move back and forth across the room, occasionally pausing to peek out the window or fuss with something on the kitchen counter. It’s like somehow he thinks an idea will swoop in through the panes and seep into his brain. Like it will materialize before him and all will be resolved.
It’s been another five minutes of this when the elder Munson can’t take it anymore.
“Eddie!”
“WAYNE!”
He rubs his temple, chuckling at his nephew’s panic. He pauses the tv.
“You gotta calm down, kid.”
Eddie slams his hands up against his face so hard that the slap resonates throughout the room. He peeks out from between his fingers.
“I know! I know. I just—this is our first date ever, and I have a tendency to be a royal fuck up, and I don’t want to ruin this.”
Wayne pats the cushion beside him, encouraging the boy to take a seat.
“You won’t ruin it. She said yes to going on with you, didn’t she? Now all you gotta do is be yourself.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, preparing to argue, but Wayne holds up a hand.
“There’s nothing to worry about, Ed. You’re already friends, aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah—”
“And you want to go out with her?”
“Yeah, I mean—”
“Then I don’t see the problem.”
They both stop speaking, and Eddie looks at Wayne, eyes wide with nerves.
“I don’t know how first dates work, Wayne! Can’t you just tell me what to do?”
Eddie slides down off the couch until he’s flat on the floor.
Wayne scoots forward, looking down at his nephew. He’s much too big to be moping on the carpet. His hair is splayed out around him, and Wayne can’t help but think about how this has been Eddie’s default reaction to anxiety since he got dropped off on his doorstep. Some things never change.
Eddie thinks his uncle looks incredibly wise, looming over him like this. “What plans have you got for tonight?” Wayne asks.
Eddie puts his hands under his head, feigning collectedness. “We’re seeing a movie.”
“Okay. A movie. What else?”
The boy gulps. “I thought I’d take her for ice cream. And that way we could sit and talk or whatever. Shit, is that a bad idea?”
Wayne reaches down and smacks Eddie’s knee, though the gesture is free of malicious intent.
“No. You have a lot of bad ideas, but that isn’t one of them. I’m sure it’ll be fine, kiddo.”
Eddie sits up, mumbling under his breath. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, yeah, yeah.” He almost smacks his head on the coffee table when he stands.
He’s determined not to pace again, so he calmly, unnecessarily slowly, sits back down on the couch. He laces and unlaces his fingers.
“Should I get her flowers?”
“Eddie.” Wayne downs the last of the beer he’d been nursing in one go.
Eddie looks at his watch. He doesn’t even have time for flowers. He’s been panicking for so long that he actually needs to head out so that he can pick you up and you won’t think he forgot about you—
He stands just as quickly as he’d sat down. “I gotta go, Wayne.”
He follows Eddie to the door and meets his eyes. The very same doe eyes that have always gotten him what he wanted. Because Eddie is a suck-up, and Wayne always gives in.
“Just be yourself, alright? You're gonna be fine. Treat her nice, watch out for her. Make sure she’s comfortable. And have a good time.”
Wayne presses a rough kiss to Eddie’s forehead, though it’s over his messy bangs. Wayne Munson is a surprisingly affectionate person, especially towards people he loves, no matter how brooding his demeanor is.
“Okay. Yeah, I got this. I’m a gentleman. It’s gonna be fine.”
Eddie’s halfway to the van when he realizes he was lost in hyping himself up and forgot his keys. Wayne notices though, and tosses them to him from the front steps. It’s pure dumb luck that Eddie catches them.
“Good luck, Ed.”
“You too!”
Wayne sees Eddie smack his head against the steering wheel in anguish. He laughs it off, stepping back inside the now quiet trailer.
“Get a grip, goddammit,” Eddie fusses to himself, pulling out of the park. “Get a damn grip.”
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“You really have a type, don’t you?”
Eddie’s looking at you, eyes wide with glee, cheeks all rosy from laughing.
“Maybe. But I guess it works in your favor, doesn’t it, Munson?”
He tosses your shared empty popcorn bucket in the trash. You’re still sipping on your Icee, the blue raspberry flavoring having turned your tongue blue.
“That it does.”
Eddie realized after the movie had started that you seemed to have the hots for every damn vampire on the screen. And he couldn’t help but notice the subtle similarities between the looks and interests of those characters and himself.
“It’s not my fault you’re all so pretty.”
He holds the door open for you. It’s one of the many sweet gestures he’s provided you with over the course of the night. He’s opened every door. He ordered your popcorn, helped you up the stairs in the theater, and now he’s waiting while you finish your drink—albeit a little obnoxiously just to tease him.
“Is that a compliment?”
You pull on the chain attached to his belt loop. “Yep. You’re very pretty. And I’m glad I waited to see this with you.”
Eddie’s blushing. He’d try to hide it if he weren’t so intrigued by your words.
“Waited?”
“Yeah, I had a friend ask me to see The Lost Boys with them on opening night, but I really wanted to see it with you. Figured you’d like it, too.”
He leans in and sweetly presses his forehead against yours, just for a moment.
“Well that’s cute. And I did like it. I’m honored you wanted to see it with little ‘ol me.”
“I think I’d like to see all the movies with you.” The words are leaving your mouth before you can second guess yourself, and the look on his face is completely worth it.
“Shit, you really are just making me feel special tonight, huh?”
You’re still messing with the chain on his jeans, but your fingers move upward, finding purchase on a patch sewn onto his vest. The messy stitching feels comforting against the pad of your finger.
“You are very special, Eddie.”
He won’t argue with you. Not when he can tell that you’re being earnest. When it’s practically emanating from you. You think you could dedicate your heart and soul to him, worship him like he’s some ancient deity, and you’d never grow tired of him.
“Right back at you, sweetheart.” You grin at his words, and suddenly he’s feeling loads more confident knowing he can make you so giddy. He can’t believe he landed a date with such a fucking gem.
“You want a milkshake?” he asks, raising a brow.
“‘Course I do. I’m not a psycho.”
Eddie snorts. It’s a cute sound. One you’re very pleased that you got him to make.
“There’s a place up here, on the corner. We can walk, but we have to cross the street a couple times, so I think you’re gonna have to hold my hand.”
You’re sure you’ve never smiled so brightly. So stupidly, head over heels for the boy in front of you. He bends at the waist and extends his hand.
“I think you’re right. That seems like the very best option.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.”
You slide your palm against his, and you’d be embarrassed at the sheer amount of butterflies in your tummy if you weren’t so happy to be holding Eddie’s hand.
His rings collide with your own, and his thumb starts rubbing over yours almost automatically, as if this is something he’s been doing with you forever.
He swings your entwined hands during the short walk, and you don’t know it, but secretly he’s trying to memorize each line, each dry patch or scratch that covers your skin. He could hold your hand forever.
When you’re in line, waiting on the milkshakes he ordered for you, again, you slide your other hand up his arm until it rests on his bicep, and Eddie thinks he might melt right there on the shop floor.
You resting your head on his shoulder just about ruins his life. He catches you looking at his hand, and before he knows it you’re bringing it upward, pressing your lips to the back of it and adjusting the bracelet on his wrist.
“You should let me paint your nails.”
Eddie meets your eyes. He doesn’t look freaked by the idea, rather like he’s contemplating letting you do so.
“Okay. You wanna go next door and find some polish after this?”
You lift your head, and there’s a little mark on your cheek from a crease in his jacket. Eddie presses his thumb against the mark and smiles.
“Really?” you ask.
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” you grin. You squeeze his arm a little tighter, and the look on your face makes Eddie realize Wayne was right. There was nothing to worry about.
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Eddie’s hand rests on the center console in his van. It’s still parked outside the theater.
You had your cup resting there too, but with each sip you took, chin against the lid, Eddie was still worried you’d spill it. Not because of the mess it’d make, no—he’s made tons of messes in his car. But because he couldn’t bear to see you cry over spilled milkshake. You let him taste it, and it is pretty damn good.
So now, Eddie holds it in the hand that’s supposed to be drying. You lift your head up, and he tilts the straw towards you, allowing you to take a sip. The excitement on your face every time he does it makes him feel like he could sit here and feed you for the rest of his life.
He thinks he may be in deeper than he realized. Hell, he’s allowing you to paint his nails in the van, the window cracked and music turned down lower than it has ever been.
Every once in a while you catch glimpses of conversations coming from the passing moviegoers, and you’ll both giggle simultaneously. This evening has felt like some fever dream, something Eddie never would’ve imagined he’d experience, let alone deserve.
You stick your tongue out and pull up Eddie’s hand, appraising your work. Once satisfied, you start putting on a layer of clear polish. Eddie tries to read the teeny words on the bottle over the lid of his own cup.
“What’s that for?”
“Seals it all in and keeps it on longer. Figured this might give it a chance at outlasting your daily escapades.”
He laughs. It’s a slow, sweet sound, and you wish you could bottle it up and take it home with you.
Eddie holds his nails up to the air vents. You grin at him, tucking the bottles of nail polish into his jacket pocket so he can keep them.
He leans his head towards yours, but he can’t quite reach. “C’mere, pretty please.”
You incline your own, and he presses his lips to your forehead. You feel yourself flush.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I really like them. Very metal.”
You let out a breath of a laugh. “I’m glad you like them, Eddie. I had a really good time tonight.”
“I did too. Maybe next time you’ll let me paint your nails?”
You swipe your thumb over the very prominent dimple that’s appeared on his cheek with the way he’s smiling at you.
“Of course I will. Next time you can pick the movie.”
“Deal.”
When Eddie drives you home shortly after, you get another kiss on the forehead. He can’t help but think, watching you go up your front steps, that you really do deserve some nice flowers. What he doesn’t know is that you think the same thing about him.
You unlock the door and turn to face him one last time for the evening.
“Good night, bloodsucker!” you shout, grinning and hoping he’ll laugh.
He does. Success.
He really is gonna have to stay away from Chinese for awhile. But it was worth it. Just like he thought, he’s head over heels. Maybe you’re the vampire.
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This request might be a little silly but I hope its good enough to write!
I was thinking…what if zoro got hit by a devil fruit that makes him act like he’s in love with reader (basically sanji) and once it wears off he realizes that he actually does love you
Thank you!!
PLEASE the idea of that is so funny but I was honestly trying to wrack my brain for dialogue that wouldn't sound cringey coming from his mouth so I made it more of a hc/short reaction if that's okay?
[heads up!: devil fruit effects, intentionally ooc Zoro for a second]
Zoro ㅡ It's just bad luck that he gets hit with the effects of a devil fruit ㅡ aptly named doki doki no mi ㅡ and the crew have to suffer the consequences, but mostly you.
You're not entirely sure why it's you he focuses his attention on, only that it's very, very odd to hear things like 'darling' and 'sweetheart' come out of the crass swordsman's mouth. It isn't that he's not nice or sweet when he wants to be, but having it be so vocal in a way that rivals Sanji is what makes it so odd.
(Also the way your heart flutters at how sincere he sounds ㅡ that's definitely a problem too.)
It lasts for a couple of hours in which he never leaves your side, intent on you to the point of discomfort, truth be told. Because there's a little bitter piece of you saying he's only being like this because of the effect, not because he wants to.
That being said once it wears off, Nami tells him that she has pictures of his antics and that if he doesn't want them all over the back pages of the News Coo, he'll stop getting on her nerves and doing dumb shit. Or he can pay her berri that she knows he doesn't have.
Obviously you act a little different with him after, and it takes him a little bit to figure it out and confront you about it. When you're honest about it, he does blush a little (but swears he doesn't) and scratches the back of his head, trying to come up with an apology that doesn't sound half-assed.
He ends up settling on something more like a confession, telling you that he'd like to call you things like Sanji does but without feeling so gross about it (somewhere, Sanji sneezes) but wants you to know that Robin informed him that the fruit wouldn't have worked the way it did if he didn't already have feelings for you.
As far as confessions go, it honestly kind of sucks. But it's very Zoro-style too, and when you tell him he's lucky that you like him too, he has the audacity to smirk and tell you he already knew.
(He didn't, but you let it slide.)
#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario#one piece x reader#zoro roronoa x reader#zoro x reader#ㅡanswered.#anonymous
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Foolish
*Heed warnings*
Pairing: Jatemme Manning x Bratty!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, Filth, cursing, PIV, size kink, mentions of violence, gun use, drug use, brat reader. Reader does get turned on by violence, if this disturbs you click away. All consensual. Established relationship. Heavy use of n-word.
Summary: You are tired of being Jatemme's arm candy. Forever guarded and without 100% of his attention. As the race for Alderman heats up, you're at a fundraising event when you grow bored and decide to test Jatemme's devotion.
Word Count: 3,494k
A/N: I was a little unhinged writing this, so it was written in a bit of a daze. Please let me know what ya'll think about this one. I can't find the ask where people expressed interest so don't be mad at me if I didn't tag you! I'm sorry! I'm also not married to the moodboard, so it might change. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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You were bored. Just because you told your man to leave you alone, didn’t mean you actually wanted him to do it. Why couldn’t niggas ever listen? What’s so hard to understand? “Leave you alone” obviously meant to give you attention?
You were at a fancy event for Jatemme’s brother, Jamal, who was running for Alderman. Snooze fest. Jatemme promised that you weren’t going to be here long. That you’d only have to sit like a doll for an hour tops, before he took you shopping and out to eat.
One hour turned to three and you were still sitting at Jamal’s table, surrounded by Jatemme’s crew while Jamal and Jatemme did business. You scanned the room for your man but didn’t find him.
You did see Jamal who was hard to miss. He was the type to walk into the room like he owned it and as if everyone owed him money for it. Jatemme was quieter, but deadlier. He instantly drew you in with his sleepy eyes, soft umber skin, and intense presence. His darkness called to something within you and never let go.
The relationship wasn’t without its up and downs. You liked to keep him on his toes. Get him to have a little fun. He always followed in Jamal’s shadow when it was Jatemme that did most of the work. Most of the planning. Most of the ideas.
You sighed, loudly once more, and turned briefly to your table to sip your nasty ass champagne. Fucking politicians. Pretending like they weren’t all into something dirty, getting over on the little guy. Namely Black folk.
Jatemme’s crew gave you funny looks. They knew better than to touch you or stare too hard. But you often caught them looking at your body and your too short dresses. They also hated your attitude. Jatemme made you swear to stop messing with them. It was hard to find good help when you were constantly flirting with them and he was constantly killing them over it.
Maybe that was Jatemme’s problem. Now that Jamal was running for Alderman, there was a public scrutiny on the family business. Jatemme doesn’t have free rein to do as he pleased now. Go wherever he wanted. Do whatever he wanted.
You sighed once more and checked your phone. You texted your best friends in your group chat, that you were bored and in desperate need of fun. Misty immediately texted you back and told you to meet them at a club not too far from there. That was exactly what you needed.
You looked over at the crew of four burly men and stood up. One of the them, Martin, stood up as well prepared to follow you. “No need, Marty, I’m just going to the little girl’s room,” you said and smiled sweetly.
Martin gave you a blank stare. He adjusted the suit jacket over his thick arms and put his hands in his pockets. “You know the rules,” he said.
You kept your sweet smile, knowing that your lips were glossed just so to catch the light overhead. That your champagne colored dress hugged your figure just right. The night was young and you were wasting it by being arm candy.
“You gonna follow me into the bathroom and hold my purse too? I don’t think Jay would like that,” you sang.
Martin looked towards the other men who looked everywhere but at him. They did not want that particular smoke. Decisions, decisions. Martin cleared his throat. “Come right back,” he said.
You smiled. “Of course. You all act like I’m not an angel,” you said. The men wisely didn’t comment. You turned and sashayed out of the room, already done with the entire night. You didn’t see your man and you didn’t care at the moment.
You waited until you left the hotel ballroom before pulling out your phone. You ordered an Uber on your way out to the front. People from the reception had spilled out into the hallway, discussing things that they didn’t want others overhearing, even by accident.
You passed by stick figure women in dark red, blue, or black dresses, pointy shoes, and stiff upper lips. You passed by men in their penguin suits, pretending to give a shit. The total wealth combined in the room could help everyone in the Ward but they held onto it like gremlins.
It made you sick.
You went outside, shivering slightly from the bite of cold. When your Uber arrived, you didn’t even look back towards the hotel. It was almost criminal how easy it was to slip your chains. Further proof that this shit was getting stale and you might be headed towards another break from Jatemme. Let him sit and stew over what he would miss before he came crawling back with gifts, kisses, and that big dick of his.
You grinned as you texted Misty that you were on your way. She texted back with plenty of emojis, some of them skulls, because she already knew that Jatemme was going to blow his lid. Let him.
It didn’t take long to reach the rougher areas of Chicago. Almost literally down the street from the glitterati, the houses weren’t as nice. The grass not so green. Fences and bars on the windows. Corner boys selling dope in baggy jeans and oversized T-shirts.
The club was set back from the street to allow for a little more parking. You got out and Misty met you outside. She hugged you with many squeals and jumping up and down. “Slipped the doom patrol?” She asked.
Misty was gorgeous, with deep, dark skin and microbraids twisted into two buns atop her head. She was a thick, curvy girl who was always quick with a laugh. She immediately ushered you inside. You turned off your phone. Make Jay sweat a little bit.
You spent the entire night dancing with your girls and getting drunk on your favorite drink. All of the songs were hitting, back to back. A mix of 2000s and 2010s music. The good shit that demanded you dance right this instant.
Plenty of dusty ass niggas tried to pull you into a dance and you pushed them all away. It cost to put hands on you. It cost to be in your presence. Ain’t nobody getting shit for free.
By the time the club called for last drinks, you were tapped out. You were not wearing the proper shoes for dancing in the club. You were shocked that you lasted as long as you did. And yeah, you missed your man. You were a little drink, a lot horny, and you just wanted to be fucked at this point and put to sleep.
You walked out, hanging onto your friends. One of them, Kiki, was the lightweight. She was dragged between two friends while she muttered something. You giggled and walked with them to their car.
Rounding the corner, there were a group of guys passing a joint between them. They wolf-whistled as you passed by. One of them sure was fine. Tall, bald, with a thick luscious beard that covered the lower half of his face. You wondered what he’d look like with your juices dripping from it.
You didn’t condone cheating. But if you were on a break…
You smiled at him as you passed, tossing your hair over your shoulders. “Gahh damn, lil mama, where you headed?” He asked.
You giggled and kept walking with your girls. It was nice to be wanted. You turned your phone on while your friends tried to get Kiki into the car and not entertaining the men by the building.
As it turned on, messages flew in with loud dings and flashes across your screen. You had…quite a lot of missed calls from Jatemme. Angry texts too. You appreciated that he never called you out of your name when he was angry, but he had plenty of other colorful ways to show his displeasure. Like calling you by your real name. Ew.
He was good and pissed that you left. That your phone was off. He promised hell, fire, and damnation when he finally caught up to you. You pictured him driving around fuming. His sleepy eyes narrowed even further. The cute way his nostrils would flare and the vein that pulsed in his neck.
You were getting wet just thinking about it. The sex would be immaculate tonight. You sighed dreamily as you went through his unhinged text messages.
“Bitch! Help? Hello?” Misty called out. You giggled and moved towards the car, pushing at Kiki’s big ass head to get into the car. Misty slammed the door in her face and sighed as if she’d been wrestling a bear.
She faced you with a small grin before her eyes darted behind you. The sexy bald headed man approached you, licking his lips and looking you up and down. He held out his hand when he was near enough.
“I had to come introduce myself,” he said.
“I appreciate that. But I’m too high-maintenance for you, boo,” you said. You flirted with the idea of being responsible for another man’s death, but he was too cute to sacrifice for your own dastardly enjoyment. There were so few, gorgeous Black men these days. The 90s had all the fine men. They were long gone now. God just wasn’t building them like that no more.
“I like a little high-maintenance,” he said.
You laughed. Said no man ever. “I’m the type to empty accounts,” you said and smiled.
“I got several. Pick one,” he said. He looked you in the eye as he said it and made you reevaluate him as a whole. He was dressed nice in dark plaid slacks, black polo, with a big watch on his wrist. Nothing too flashy, but enough that it convinced you he wasn’t another broke nigga.
You were considering his offer, wondering how you could prove that he was for real and not just trying to get into your panties. Squealing tires tore your gaze away from the man as you saw Jatemme’s truck flip a bitch into oncoming traffic and speed into the parking lot.
“Shit. You better run before my man catch you talking to me,” you said, though he probably already saw you.
“I ain’t scared,” the man said. Bless his little heart.
“Nigga, I’m trynna protect you. Leave, now,” you said, shooing him away from you and your girls. Maybe you could convince Jatemme that the man was trying to flirt with Misty. You turned behind you, but Misty held her hands up.
“I ain’t trynna die for your Black ass,” she said.
“Bitch!” You screamed, but you couldn’t stay serious for long. You grinned and shook your head. Before the truck had a chance to come to a full stop, Jatemme and crew hopped out, grabbing guns from their waistbands.
“They got guns!” Someone called out. The parking lot emptied with a speed only achieved in the hood. Too many people who knew the consequences of a stray bullet and weren’t trying to lose their lives over it. Some brave souls remained, peeking behind cars and around the building into the additional parking in the alleyway.
You couldn’t help it. Your thighs tingled. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Jatemme climb out of the driver’s seat with that slow, menacing gait of his. His eyes were glued on you as he walked towards you.
The cutie remained, like he would really stand in front of a bullet for you. You couldn’t give him any more warnings. You couldn’t save him from his own stupidity. Jatemme stopped a few feet in front of you.
His face was deceptively calm. He crossed his arms in front of him, Glock on display. His crew formed a formidable wall behind him. Martin sported a darkening bruise on his cheek and you only felt slightly bad for getting him into trouble. At least he was still alive. That was something.
You bit your lip and giggled nervously. “Hi, baby,” you said.
“Did he touch you?” Jatemme asked. His voice. God, you could listen to that voice recite the dictionary and you’d listen to every word.
You shifted your footing. “Nope. Never seen this man before,” you said.
“Aye, if you’re in trouble…” The man said. Martin, being the closest, lifted his gun into the man’s face. The gun was pressed to his temple and the man audibly gulped.
“Did he touch you?” Jatemme asked once more.
You looked him in the eye. “No.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Jatemme said to the man. The man looked at you, but you knew better than to acknowledge his presence. You heard his friends calling for him, telling him not to be a hero, not to lose his life over some bitch.
The man backed away, keeping his eye on Martin and the shiny gun in his face. Jatemme jerked his head and you sighed, following behind him. If he was going to take you away, he was beyond angry. Maybe you actually worried him this time. That wasn’t your intention. You wanted to scare him a little, not worry him.
You waved goodbye to your friends. They shot you alarmed glances, but you told them that Jatemme never raised a hand to you. Never. He liked getting his revenge in other ways.
He opened the door for you and you climbed into the front seat. He got into the driver’s seat, peeling away from the club so fast, he probably sprayed everyone with rocks and gravel. He didn’t speak. He drove through the quiet streets, heading back towards the hotel you escaped from.
“Baby–”
Jatemme held up a hand like he didn’t want to hear it. You bit your lip. You really stepped in it now. Was it bad that you were turned on? Punishment shouldn’t be this exciting and yet, your mind raced through what he had planned. How he was going to show that he cared for you.
He pulled to the front of the hotel and tossed the valet his keys. The gun was tucked away into his jeans. Fancy events didn’t mean he had to be the one who dressed up. He did have a clean, sky blue shirt buttoned to the very top. He opened the door and let you out.
He didn’t speak while he pushed you inside, the event well and truly over by now. He didn’t speak as you rode the elevator in crushing silence and velvet flooring muffling your heels. He didn’t speak as he got out onto the twelfth floor, leading you to a suite you didn’t know he got for the night.
Once inside, you gasped. There was a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket. Low lighting made the room glow like looking through a piece of glass at twilight. “You did all this for me?” You asked.
“If you would have behaved yourself,” he said.
The suite was big enough to have a full living room with couches and armchairs, shiny mahogany coffee table, and a wide screen TV. Behind a set of double doors, there was a bed already turned down, waiting for you to climb in.
You pouted. Your man was so sweet sometimes, it made your heart ache. He didn’t always show this softer side. The side that liked snuggling up to trashy movies late at night, snacking in bed, and enjoying each other’s company.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” He asked. His voice was barely above a whisper. Enough to get his point across. You truly had worried him.
You turned to him with an apology on your lips but he was already invading your space. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a rough kiss, slanting his lips across yours as if he meant to stake a claim. Prove a point. You belonged to him. There was no way of getting out of it. No way of running.
You gripped onto him tightly. “I hate when you worry me like that,” he said.
“You promised,” you whined.
His lips returned to kissing you, looking for the zipper on your side to unzip you from the dress. When he couldn’t find it, he began to rip it with his bare hands. “Hey!”
“I’ll buy you more,” he said. His lips returned to kissing you. More like possessing you. He kissed you like he wanted to meld your bodies together to keep you by his side. This was what you needed. What you had been craving all night.
Your bra and panties went next, baring you completely to him. He wasn’t in it to admire your body right now though. You knew him. He had been worrying about you all night and needed to see you. Feel you. Make sure that you really were in front of him and not a figment of his imagination.
He turned you around and slapped your ass. You screamed out, jumping away from the sharp sting. He pushed you towards the deep gray couch and bent you over the back of it. It dug into your tummy but you were too turned on to notice the pain.
He unzipped his zipper and freed himself with a low groan, spreading your ass cheeks and rubbing his dick through your wet folds. Your hands feebly gripped onto the couch cushings, fingers digging into the linen.
Once his tip was good and wet, he stuffed you and you cried out from the burn of his girthy dick pushing into you. Your eyes crossed. He felt too good to contain to a single moan. You yelled out without abandon, not caring who heard you. If the neighbors complained, Jatemme would handle that too.
His strokes were bruising, punishing, near cruel as he slammed into you over and over. “You and this fucking attitude gon’ kill me,” he groaned. His fingers grabbed hold of your hips and slammed you back onto his dick. Like his strokes weren’t enough. Like you weren’t moving fast enough for him.
“Oh baby, oh fuck–I’m sorry!” You cried out.
“No, you not,” he said. No, you were not. You’d do everything all over again if he meant that his attention was back on you. That his hands were back on you. That his dick was inside you, spearing you, driving you to new pleasures each and every time.
Your feet were scrambling for purchase. He didn’t care. He fucked you like you were no more than a toy to stick his dick in. One hand reached behind you to push against his chest. His shirt slipped between you so he lifted it and brought his flesh flush with yours. Then, he grabbed your outstretched hand and pulled it behind you, resting on your back while he used the new position as a new anchor. His strokes grew deeper, more desperate.
“I catch you talking to another nigga and I’ma kill him,” Jatemme whispered harshly.
“Yes, baby,” you moaned. You’d seen him kill niggas for far less. For daring to turn their neck in your direction. He once told you that if he could blind the male population of Chicago, he would.
“Oh fuck!” You screamed out, crying through your punishing orgasm.
Jatemme grunted in satisfaction. “That’s your first one for the night. I hope you’re keeping count,” he said.
“Baby, wait…” You grunted between his deep thrusts.
“Like you made me wait tonight?” He asked. He yanked on your hair, forcing you to look back at him. You stared into his eyes while he filled you up with his cum. He came with a low, grumbling moan that shook your inner walls.
Your mouth dropped open as his dick pulsed and twitched. Your legs were jelly, kept standing by pure force by him. His will to keep you spread open for him ensured that you were a vessel for his dick. His own personal fucktoy.
He made you cum two more times while your neck was craned, looking back into his soulful eyes. You ran out of curse words to shout to the heavens. Your eyes ached from the way they rolled. Your essence mixed with his spend dripped down your legs in a slow river that tickled your legs.
He finally slipped out, giving you a bit of a break. You huffed, legs shaking, arms weak. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, spreading your legs open once more. He fisted his dick, jerking the length of it while he looked at your destroyed pussy leaking with his cum.
“Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight,” he said with a small grin.
You panted with a nervous giggle. He proved throughout the rest of the night just how much he missed you and made you promise not to do it again. Well, at least not anytime soon.
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All This World Could Give Me
Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 4
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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader
summary: In college, Matt Murdock had two best friends, Foggy Nelson and you. However, life had no intention of letting you graduate with him. When he reconnects with you in adulthood, he is troubled to see the hand God has dealt you and vows to use every tool at his disposal to save you from damnation.
warnings: swearing, possessive/slightly pervy Matt (he’s 18 y’all, cut him some slack), implied sexual activity, non-graphic descriptions of masturbation, religious conversations and catholic imagery
I’m ignoring canon a bit here and pretending Matt and Lantom were already close. Sue me.
a/n: I know it's been too long since I posted for this WIP and this is the last chapter I have finished writing so I'm posting it an hour early. But I'm going to try really hard to update this one more consistently because I know it's a fan favorite. As always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! They give me fuel to write.
w/c: 3.7k (Next chapter is much longer, I promise)
Matt had known you for 11 weeks. Less than 80 days in his life and his heart had practically carved you an altar, ready to worship a new God. His devotion to you was ardent—and it terrified him.
You deserved more than he could provide, that much was still true, but he couldn’t help the searing pain in his chest when you talked about your new boyfriend. Everett. Just mentioning his name sparked twin blooms of heat in your cheeks and waves of arousal to cloud around you. It was enough to make Matt nauseous.
A few weeks ago, your new beau had been no more than an unknown peer to the three of you, but it had taken him all of three days to coil around you like a serpent–prying you from Matt’s undying grasp. The two of you had met at Oscar’s homecoming house party and had apparently “totally hit it off”. Two days after that, you’d excitedly reconnected at a Civil Procedure study session that he’d spearheaded with your own TA. After an hour of flirty glances and pointed compliments bouncing between the pair of you, he’d offered to take you out for a late dinner. Stupidly, Matt had assumed you’d invite him and Foggy along, like you had when your last suitor had asked you out, but you’d bid a hasty goodbye to your friends before letting Everett escort you to his favorite diner.
In the 2 weeks since then, your friends had barely seen you. Dates with Everett had become so frequent that you’d been skipping or rescheduling your semi-weekly study sessions and miscellaneous hangouts were shorter than ever. Characteristically, Foggy had been much more understanding of the shift in your behavior.
“Cut her some slack, Murdock. This is her first adult relationship. She’s excited!” The blond reasoned, nudging Matt’s slumped shoulder with a knowing smirk.
“I don’t know, Fog. Something’s…off about him.”
Snorting, Foggy rolled his eyes. “The only thing ‘off’ about it is that our little jitterbug is dating him instead of you.” His accusation was only a murmur, but the sentiment still hit Matt like a truck.
Your involvement with someone should’ve been a blessing. An opportunity for him to get over his unrequited feelings and move on with his life without jeopardizing one of the two friendships he’d ever had. Still, he couldn’t shake the unease he felt around the guy. They’d only interacted once, when you’d introduced them during the study session, but one short conversation was all Matt’s conscience needed to condemn the man.
Though he was well aware that you preferred to show your love through kind words and soft touches, the sound of your pulse skipping when you'd entangled your hand with Everett’s continued to haunt him. Your intentions were as sweet as ever, but he couldn’t help but worry about your counterpart. His senses were bombarded with pheromones whenever he was around you, and the majority of them were not yours. It was like the guy knew exactly how to get under Matt’s skin and had taken to coating you in his cologne before allowing you out of his sight.
If it was possible, his mind was more occupied with thoughts of you than ever. Being in the same room with you was torturous, every molecule in his body buzzing with indignation at the thought that someone else had claimed you. Every mention of your relationship had him biting his tongue until it bled.
Amazingly, he’d been able to restrain his frustration at the beginning of your relationship, preventing himself from snapping at you. However, given that he was only human, his willpower could only withstand so much. The last straw was the fresh bruising on your neck that had appeared the morning after a “study date” with Everett. It couldn’t have taken much effort to disguise, but Matt could still feel the heat pooling in three mouth-shaped marks along your satiny skin.
As you sat beside him at the bookstore counter, you absentmindedly ran a finger over the neckline of your shirt, your heart fluttering as a nail scraped over the highest of the imprints. If Matt hadn’t been so in tune with you and your body, he wouldn’t have thought twice about the tiny sigh that escaped your lips–but he knew you like the back of his own hand, and the sound nearly broke him.
Noticing the way he stiffened, your brow furrowed. “You ok?” You asked kindly, shifting nearer to him.
Normally, he savored the warmth of your proximity, but today the combination of your closeness and the metallic taste of blood emanating from your various hickeys ignited a fury within him.
“Fine.” He muttered, turning the page of his book.
“Ok, let me rephrase. Did you want to talk about whatever is obviously bothering you?” You reached out to run a hand along his arm, wafting a cloud of spicy cologne towards him.
Jerking away from your touch, and nearly careening out of his seat in the process, Matt shook his head. “No. I’m good, thanks.”
Your breathing stuttered, but you shook it off quickly. “Alright, let me know if you change your mind.” Matt desperately tried to ignore the twist in his gut at the hurt that flooded your tone, to no avail.
The two of you stewed in the silence, pretending to study until the bell chimed—signaling a new presence. Matt had been so tangled up in his own guilt and regret that he hadn't noticed the familiar man approaching the store. Surely, God was laughing at his misfortune about now—his bad luck had to be cosmic.
“Evs!” You squealed, rushing out from behind the counter to hug him. After exchanging a nauseatingly lengthy kiss, you wrapped an arm around his waist and gestured to the other boy, still sitting by the register. “You remember Matt, right?”
“Uh yah. How's it goin', man?” Everett gave a rigid nod in Matt's direction, not diverting an ounce of his attention from where it rested on you.
Plastering on his phoniest smile, Matt lifted his hand in a wave. ��Not too bad. You?“
”Oh you know, same old.“ The older student brushed off Matt's polite question in favor of pulling you more tightly against him. With a giggle, you let him kiss you again, standing on your tiptoes to reach him.
”What are you doing here?“ You chuckled, tilting your head to the side as his lips traveled over the bruises he'd left the night before. Matt's stomach rolled at the resulting haze of arousal around you.
”Came to see you. Missed you so much, baby.“ Everett murmured between pecks.
“I missed you too. But I'm working for another two hours.” You pushed his chest, breaking the seal of his lips along your skin.
“That's ok, I'm a very patient man.” Your paramour purred, stepping away to let you take your seat again.
Giggling, you leaned forward on the counter. Everett, as classy as ever, didn't hide the way his eyes drifted straight to your cleavage. Didn't he know that you were more than an object for his use and pleasure?
“Want to sit with us? We're reading for Torts. I can get you a chair...“ You trailed off, craning your neck to find a spare stool for him.
Clearing his throat, Matt stood. ”He can have mine. I forgot, I have plans tonight.“
You pursed your lips, studying your friend as he packed up his things. Unperturbed, Everett quickly slid in beside you. ”Thanks, bro.”
“No problem, bro.” Matt mimicked, shouldering his bag and tipping his head towards you. “See you tomorrow.”
“Um, ok. Have a good night, Matty.” You offered, relaxing slightly when he smiled back at you.
“You too, bug.” As he escaped the harrowing atmosphere, he heard Everett's seemingly innocent question.
“Bug?” The pure envy dripping from the word was enough to break Matt's face into a proud smirk.
Seemingly unaware of the budding rivalry, you laughed. 'It's a long story.“
Swiping his cane along the ground forcefully, Matt gulped in the chilly autumn air in an attempt to soothe his pounding heart. The scent of your and Everett’s combined arousal lingered on his coat, in his nose, across his tongue. Every inhale fueled his rage, and he needed to let it out.
Thankfully, there was a place that could offer him solace despite the late hour.
Plastic tapping along asphalt, he masterfully wove through the crowds and down the streets until reaching the musty building he'd been searching for. The door was ajar, propped open with a mop bucket. Steel hinges creaked as he pried open the door, stepping around the cleaning supplies and into the familiar space.
Taking careful steps across the damp concrete, he let his eyes fall closed as the sounds of swinging chains and the ever-present scent of sweat brought him back to his childhood. Blurry images of men with comically red gloves and worn vinyl punching bags flashed through his mind, interspersed with a fading picture of his late father. Swallowing roughly, he continued his march into the empty space, running a hand over the eroded ropes in the center of the room.
”Sorry kid, we're closed,“ A gruff voice broke through the silence.
Shuffling away from the boxing ring, Matt raised a hand in apology. “Sorry, uh, it's been a while since I—“
“You're Battlin' Jack's boy, ain't ya?” The older man cut him off, stepping towards Matt and giving him a once over.
Matt's jaw trembled with emotion, but he nodded slowly. “Uh, yes sir, I am.”
“Been a long time since I've seen ya 'round, kid. Life been good to ya?“ The janitor asked, swiping the mop head across the floor and diverting his gaze from Matt.
”It's been alright. The gym doing ok?“ Shifting from foot to foot, Matt suddenly felt exposed. It had been foolish to assume this place would welcome him back in the middle of the night.
”Not too bad, had to cut our hours though. Ya know how it is.“
Matt nodded politely. ”I understand. I'm sorry to intrude,“ Grasping his cane, he started for the door but the older man stopped him.
”Wait, wait. I ain't gonna kick ya out, kid. You're practically family, come here whenever ya'd like.“
”Are you sure? I don't want to impose.“
”Course I'm sure. I've gotta head home—just lock up for me, will ya?”
Heavy steps shuffled closer to Matt, an outstretched hand offering a worn key. Accepting the jagged brass object, a bloom of warmth filled Matt's chest. “Oh I...I mean—”
The man laughed heartily. ”It ain't gonna bite ya. Just don't leave the lights on too long and we're golden.“
”I'm sure that won't be a problem.“ Matt snorted.
Chuckling deeply, the other man clapped him on the shoulder. ”Fair enough. Use the key whenever you'd like, kid. Don't be a stranger.“
”Thank you, um...“
”Ron, Ron Clark. Nice to see ya again.“
”Thank you, Ron. Have a good night.“
”You too.“ Another squeeze of Matt's shoulder and the other man headed out.
Standing still for a moment, Matt turned the key over in his palm, savoring the swell of pride and gratitude before slipping the chunk of metal into his pocket and stripping out of his coat.
It hadn't been too long since he'd trained, but he was definitely rusty. His muscles practically shrieked beneath his skin as he ran through some exercises Stick used to drill him with, stationed at a spare punching bag. The punches he threw were wobbly and his stance was crooked, but the repetitive motion still began to drain the tension from his shoulders.
Adjusting his position, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards as he fell back into a familiar rhythm. The solid weight of the sand against his knuckles chipped away at the darkness that had been swirling around him for days. Each hit was deliberate and, telling himself it was just to work on his accuracy, he started envisioning Everett's face being pummeled by his fists. Though he'd never seen it, Matt was more than happy bombarding the vague idea of your boyfriend with precise hits.
Everett. Evs. The boy who swept you off your feet before Matt could even work up the nerve to tell you how he felt. A man who simultaneously paid Matt no mind and was far too invested in the blind man's connection to you. Were his feelings for you so obvious that your boyfriend felt the need to drive a wedge between the pair of you?
You never seemed to mind Matt's flirting and general touchiness, though he wasn't sure if you were aware that you drew that side of him out more often than anyone else. Everett seemed to know, given the way he had so easily marked your delicate skin.
Growling, Matt drove his hands into the swinging cylinder with more force. Was Everett the only guy allowed to hangout with you? To hug you? To rest your head against his shoulder? He could mark you up all he wanted, it wouldn't stop Matt from holding your hand or kissing your cheek or thinking about kissing every goddamn inch of you as your heart pounded.
Anger churned in his gut at the thought of the cocky 3rd year claiming every inch of you, drawing sounds out of you that Matt could only imagine.
His cock twitched as he fantasized. What would it be like to claim you as his, have you wrapped around him—underneath him. Would you sound like any of the other girls he'd been with? There was no doubt you'd sound sweeter. Mewling at his touches, screaming his name when he inevitably made you climax.
Panting breathlessly as phantom cries of pleasure ricocheted off the perimeter of his skull, Matt's logic and consideration flew out the window as he ripped off his tight jeans—all thoughts centered on your gorgeous figure and how you already responded to him.
Your past relationships had been so underwhelming that a few hickeys got you riled up? Matt could blow that out of the water. He doubted Everett was a very giving partner, he'd have to make that up to you. Would you want him to please you? To taste you? Matt was sure you tasted divine.
His back arched off of the cool concrete as he came, hand unwittingly wrapped around his cock. As his arousal faded, guilt came crashing in. He couldn't help if thoughts of you slipped in when he touched himself in the comforts of his room but coming in public at the idea of tasting you? He needed help.
Blushing furiously, he ran to the locker rooms to clean himself up.
Shaking her head at the sound of mischievous giggling, Maggie pinched out the last of the candles and began walking toward the double doors. “You know, this is your last chance to leave the chapel before the ghosts arrive.” She spoke calmly, not turning her head toward the two boys crouched behind a pew to her left.
A small, hesitant voice piped up. ”Ghosts?“ The other boy shushed the first, resulting in a small scuffle.
Stifling a smile, she nodded gravely, pausing by an empty pew within eyesight of the troublemakers. “That's right. Darn building is full of them. Nasty little spirits who like to haunt little boys.”
“They what!!?” One of the boys asked, horrified.
“Yep. They like to chase them around, pull out their hair, and force them to eat vegetables.”
Shrieking, the young boys darted out from behind the bench and ran quickly out the door towards the dormitory.
Preening at her accomplishment, she was about to lock up when a new voice startled her.
“Still using the ghost method, huh?”
Whirling around, she brought a hand up to rest on her heart when she recognized the young man before her. Huffing out an irritated breath, she greeted him. “Matthew.”
Nervously, he returned the curt nod she gave him. “Sister.”
“It's nice to see you, though I will be the first to tell you we do not have space to board grown men.”
Chuckling, Matt adjusted his grip on his cane. “Your faith in me is endless, Sister. I still have a place to live, I just came for confession.”
Crossing her arms, Maggie raised a brow. “It's a bit late for confession, Matthew. Come back tomorrow.”
”I know it's late, I just—“
“Matthew,” Father Lantom appeared in the entrance to the chapel, expression and tone much more appreciative of Matt's presence than Maggie seemed. “It's nice to see you, son. How is it out there?”
Smiling proudly, Matt leaned into the hand Lantom placed on his shoulder. “It's wonderful, Father. I'm sorry to have disturbed you, I'll come back tomorrow like Sister Maggie suggested.” The Father's grasp on his arm tightened marginally.
”Nonsense. You are always welcome here. Did you want to sit in the Confessional, or can I offer you a cup of tea first?“
Jaw tightening as his ears rang with Maggie's incredulous scoff, he shook his head. “No, I shouldn't have come, I—“
“Maggie, would you mind lighting a few candles? Matthew, have a seat. I'll be back with something for you to drink. Is chamomile ok?”
Nodding apprehensively, Matt shuffled over to a bench and sat down, turning the foam handle of his cane in his palms as Lantom headed off.
His pulse pounded in the tense silence as Maggie lit three of the lanterns closest to him.
“I'm sorry, Sister, I wasn't thinking—”
“You weren't. Though it seems the Father is still happy to indulge your whims, even if you aren't our responsibility any more.”
Ducking his head in embarrassment, Matt chewed the inside of his cheek, the Sister's scolding stoking his towering flames of guilt. “I can still leave.”
“I think the time for that has passed, Matthew.” Sitting at the opposite end of the pew, she sighed. “Is school everything you hoped for?”
The question was an obvious olive branch, and Matt accepted it gratefully. “It's a very different environment. Full of sin, you'd hate it.”
Maggie chuckled, weaving her fingers together and studying the boy. He looked well enough, apprehensive and ashamed, sure, but fed and rested. He'd clearly been taking decent care of himself, which is more than she could've asked for.
Firm steps echoed in the cavernous building as Lantom returned, holding a carefully balanced tray of three ceramic cups. “Maggie, I assume you'll be joining us?” He gave her a pointed look and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“I'd love to.” She smiled, accepting one of the steaming cups.
Matt smirked at her exaggerated apathy, accepting his own drink. “Thank you both. I'm sorry for my timing.”
“Our doors are always open for you, Matthew. What did you feel the need to confess?”
Blushing at the reminder of his unholy actions, he sighed. “I've been...preoccupied as of late, with...impure thoughts. And I'm not quite sure how to reconcile that.”
Listening to Maggie's heart stutter, it seemed she was equally uncomfortable with her presence in this conversation, yet she made no attempt to leave.
Father Lantom, on the other hand, nodded thoughtfully. “Sinful thoughts are different from sinful actions Matthew. Our minds cannot be controlled to the same degree.”
“I know that, it's just...” Scrubbing a hand over his face, Matt grit his teeth in frustration. “These thoughts, they're mostly about one girl. And they've become more frequent since she began dating someone else.”
“You're close with this girl?” Lantom asked, tilting his head in brief understanding.
Matt nodded mournfully, raking fingers through his hair. “Very. She's one of two friends I have and one of the best people I've ever known. But, lately, I can't even be in the same room as her without getting angry because...because she's not mine.”
Maggie blew out an exasperated breath. “Women are not possessions, Matthew.”
“I know that! I just mean,I—” Spluttering, Matt failed to find the words to justify his admission. God, he was just as bad as Everett.
“Take a breath, my child.” Father Lantom instructed. “Have you told this girl how you feel?”
Shaking his head, eyes wide, Matt's words were more forceful than intended. “No, God no!”
“Language.” Maggie scolded.
“Forgive me, Sister. I'm just...terrified that I'll lose her. And I feel like I can no longer control myself, which means I might lose her anyways.” Blinking rapidly to dry the tears forming in his eyes, Matt snapped his jaw shut before his emotions began to crack the steadiness of his voice.
“Quite the predicament you've landed yourself in, poor boy.” Lantom squeezed Matt's forearm reassuringly, gazing upwards in thought. “As uncertain as it can seem, His plan for us is often for our own good, Matthew. Perhaps, your friend's involvement with another is a path for you to settle for the friendship you have, at least for the time being.”
“If that was his plan, then why does it feel like she's slipping away?” His words were quiet, dense with fear and shame.
“Love makes people do stupid things, Matthew,” Maggie remarked. “Does she know that you think she's been distant?”
“No,” Matt admitted.
“Tell her then, you ridiculous boy.” Maggie encouraged, voice softening as she added, “If she chooses to change her behavior, well, it's up to you how to proceed.”
Lantom nodded, “As for your own thoughts, that's a bit tricky. Speaking with her and focusing on a platonic relationship might help, it might not. Remember that God searches the heart and tests the mind, this might simply be a test of your connection to this woman or of your own patience.”
“He is definitely testing my patience.” Matt muttered, drawing laughs out of both Maggie and Lantom. “Thank you both for listening, and for your assistance. I'll get out of your hair now.”
“It was lovely to see you, Matthew. We can discuss the outcome of your conversation the next time you attend Mass.” The pastor stood, allowing Matt to exit the pew.
“Take care, Matthew.” Maggie lifted a hand in goodbye as the two watched the younger boy retreat.
Thank you for reading my lovelies!
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could i request an nsfw tech x trans male reader? your writing in different tactics was absolutely phenomenal !! i really like the way the way you characterized him in it! i think i would just melt if he called the reader a pretty boy lol
Pretty Boy***
Tech X MTrans!Reader
word count: 1k
As the requests asks 🩵 Tech surprises you with a new wave of confidence in the bedroom.
warnings: NSFW 18+, light smut, oral sex (tech receiving) brief mentions of transitioning (F to M), pet names, swearing, established relationship, fluff, lovers, slightly dom! Tech. Praises.
authors note: thanks for the kind words and so sorry for the delay anon, hope this was okay! Short but sweet.
As the sun dipped below the horizon on Ord Mantell, you and Tech exited Cid's parlor, fingers entwined, exhilarated by the triumph of today's mission.
"I still can't believe we pulled it off! Not everyday you witness someone taking down a Rancor, again," you chuckled, leaning into Tech's side as he nodded in agreement.
"Wrecker is undeniably a force to be reckoned with," Tech pondered, pressing a button on his wrist to lower the Marauder's gangplank.
You thanked him as he let you board the ship first, scanning around and then turned to him with a mischievous smirk, arching an eyebrow. "Guess what, handsome?"
Tech hesitated momentarily, his usual reserve showing when compliments about his appearance were directed his way, but a heat warmed his cheeks nonetheless. "Must I guess, or will you be kind enough to spare my exceptional mind and tell me?" he replied with a small chuckle.
You playfully rolled your eyes and took a step closer, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "We're finally alone... for the first time in a while," you hinted, your gaze shifting longingly to his lips before returning to his eyes, which sparkled with intrigue.
"That's excellent news," Tech declared, pushing his goggles up his nose, his confidence surging. He used a finger to lift your chin, ensuring your eyes stayed locked on his. "How long has it been?"
"A while," you admitted a little sheepishly, glancing away. After Tech learned about your transition, you'd been apprehensive about the relationship's future. However, he had reassured you of his unwavering love he had for you.
"Then," Tech said, his chest swelling with confidence, "let's not waste any more time, pretty boy."
Your heart raced, threatening to break free from your ribcage. His endearing nickname left you flustered for a delightful change. As you start struggling to form coherent words, Tech kindly silences you with a tender kiss.
You melt against him, something that’s not so unusual and it’s not long until the kiss fires a bonfire inside both of you. Tech presses into you, his arousal evident against your stomach as he cleverly unclips his utility belt with ease.
“Eager?” You rasp against his mouth, helping yourself to strip off your gear and shirt, letting it drop to the floor without a care.
“How could I not be?” He mutters, eyelids heavy as he breaks away from the kiss, admiring your body before his hands start to roam. “Maker, you’re quite a sight to behold.”
His words made you putty in his hands so much so you pushed him into the cockpit until he collapsed down into his seat. Crawling onto your hands and knees, you sandwich yourself between his toned legs. “Perhaps this angle might excite you some more.” You purr with a wag of your eyebrows, a hand running over his thighs before you start to tug against the hem of his pants. He lifts his hips helpfully as you slide them down to his ankles and you let out a small whine as his cock springs free, leaking with precum already.
“Oh look, I was right.” You chime, mouth salivating already. Tech watches you intently, a coy smirk playing on his lips.
“Someone is doing a whole lot of talking and not a whole lot of pleasuring, darling.” He quips and you can’t help but swoon at his confidence that makes your legs tremble. When you first started dating, Tech was rather quiet during intimate moments but now? He will happily talk you through everything he is going to do to you.
You look at him with innocent eyes, one of your hands coming towards his throbbing length that suddenly twitches under your touch. “Is there a ‘please’ to come with that?” Tone teasing as you pump along his length.
He chuckles, stooping forward and resting a hand on the back of your head. “Please suck my cock… pretty boy.”
Again, the pet name sends you wild as you whine needily in response, allowing his hand on the back of your head to guide you towards his cock, wrapping your lips around the swollen end.
He hissed through his teeth then chewed on his lower lip as he watched you lock eyes with him, your mouth slowly becoming stuffed with his appendage. “It appears to me that you gain pleasure after I - oh yes, right there - give you a certain pet name.”
You hum in response, your mouth too occupied to reply with words. Your pleasure builds as your eyes start to sting as you take his length in further, poking at the back of your throat. You pull back from him, gasping for your breath and graciously wiping the spit from your lips. “Well observed.”
He chuckles, eyes lovingly pinned on your as his fingers play with your hair. “Keep doing a good job for me, and you will be rewarded with more than just a name.”
It doesn’t take you a second thought before your lips are back on his cock, tongue swirling around the tip and tasting the tasty saltiness that he had to offer.
You blinked up at Tech devilishly as his breathing became ragged and heavy, his hand leaving the back of your head to hold onto the underside of his chair.
Your mouth aches but Tech’s moans were too good to cut it short so you powered through just to hear his groans of pleasure as your throat tightened around his cock.
The feeling made Tech crazy, his hips involuntarily thrusting as his climax begins to bubble, praising your name before you let out a guttural grunt and doubled over, shooting his beads of pearly white come in your mouth.
“Good boy,” Tech pants, pushing his goggles up to rest on his forehead as he comes down from his high, watching you adoringly as you shift yourself into the chair beside him and grin softly.
“Was that to your liking?”
“Most significantly,” he wipes the sweat from his temple, flustered and still very much burning with desire, “but now it is time for me to return the favour.”
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In Perpetuum et Unum Diem
Death x Reader
You knew for certain that Death knew every language. You, on the other hand, were far from multilingual (or whatever you would call someone who knew literally every language ever).
So it came as a surprise to Death when this occurred.
A/N: Loosely inspired by this post by @sunnypop02 (Puss x multilingual!reader), except it's Death x reader who knows languages thought to be "dead" (ie. Latin). I highly recommend reading their fic/post; it's so freaking cute and sweet.
This is my first time writing "x reader" content, and I'm still trying to figure out how to write Death, so please forgive me. This is a little short and I'm still trying to figure out the format I'm going to go with, but I hope it's not too bad. Translations are at the bottom. Let me know if you catch any typos!
You knew for certain that Death knew every language. There was never a barrier between him and any soul he needed to collect (though usually his presence alone spoke more than any words could). You, on the other hand, were far from multilingual (or whatever you would call someone who knew literally every language ever). Death liked to tease you a bit for this, calling you pet names in various languages.
Elskede. Danish. “Beloved.” يا قمر (ya amar). Arabic. “My moon.” Nhà tôi. Vietnamese. “My home.” Mi vida. Spanish. “My life.”
He was sure to translate them for you, making sure that you were comfortable with them and nodding enthusiastically when you were. As far as he was aware, you only knew one language. So it came as a surprise to Death when this occurred.
=x=x=
“Faex.”
“Swear jar.”
The wolf’s ears perked up, while you continued reading your book. It took him a minute to realize what exactly had just happened. He plopped down next to you on the loveseat, cocking his head to the side, perplexed. You looked up, feeling his eyes on you. His gaze was intent.
You set aside the book and readjust yourself so that you’re kneeling on the cushion. You turned towards him, giving him a long and thoughtful stare. “Boop.” You tapped the tip of Death's snout, but he remained motionless, brows knit together. Now it was your turn to worry.
“Uh, oh. Is something wrong?”
“You understood what I said," he said, mystified.
“Yes? What, don’t have anything to put in the swear jar right now? Just because you swear in another language doesn’t mean it doesn’t count.” Teasingly, you wagged a finger at him. “That’s cheating!”
Death laughed a little, and the distance between you decreased. He took your hand and held it to your lips. “Shh. Don’t tell.” You could hear his tail thumping on the seat as he continued, dropping your hand with red eyes burning with excitement, “But wait, wait, wait. If I say this: Amo te. Es pulcherrimum in omnia terra.” He paused, waiting to see your reaction and thrilled to see your flushed cheeks. “Do you understand me?”
“I- I do. And I love you too.”
He was beaming now. “And the ‘pulcherrimum in omnia terra’ part. Do you believe it?”
“Maybe,” you joked, expecting him to laugh it off.
Instead, he drew closer, so close you could kiss him if you leaned a little closer. It would be a lie to say you weren’t tempted to. “You should believe it,” he said tenderly. “You’re the most beautiful in the land.”
And then, he threw his head back, laughing and staring up at the ceiling. “But I can’t believe you know Latin of all languages. Don’t get me wrong, mi vida,” the wolf added hastily, “It really is a great language. I just never thought I’d meet a mortal who knew it again, or at least has some interest in it.”
You shrug. “It’s nothing really. I like reading old stories. I don’t get to speak it much since it’s kind of, you know, dead.”
Scowling, Death took your hands in his. His paws were always cold, but he held your hands with firmness and surety. “It may not be spoken by natives anymore, but it’s not extinct because you still know it. You are one of few keeping a language alive and that’s incredible. Most people wouldn’t care for a dead language. You wouldn’t believe all of the words I know that no one else can ever understand anymore.”
“Couldn’t you teach people, Muerte?”
He shook his head solemnly. “Death is a great teacher, just not of languages. But I’m curious now, apricum,” he grinned. “There was this one old saying and I want to know your thoughts on it. Amantes sunt amentes. You ever heard of it?”
“I think I’ve heard of it before.”
“Well, what do you think? Suntne amantes amentes?”
You gave it some thought and shook your head. “Minime. I think people who are in love may be blind or see their partner in a way that’s different from who they actually are…but I wouldn’t call them ‘lunatics’ or ‘fools’. Isn’t it a really beautiful thing for us to be able to love someone so deeply?”
Death chuckled a bit before falling silent. For a moment, your muscles tightened, and your heart skipped a few beats. Did I say something wrong?
But before you could hastily make out an apology, he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Es pulcherrimum, candidius quam stellam.”
And you manage to catch him by surprise, quickly kissing him back. “Et te amo. In perpetuum et unum diem.”
=x=x=
Death loves having someone to speak this language to. Even if you need to take a little time to process and translate what it is he says, you actually understands it! The souls who would’ve been able to speak or understand it have long since passed, and Death mourns the loss of languages and cultures over time. He's been around since the very beginning, after all.
He encourages you to practice speaking the language for fun. Though he still likes using a variety of pet names for you, he now adds more from dead languages. It's so much fun, saying things he’ll know you understand that no one else will (though now he knows he can’t swear in a dead language anymore unless he wants to put money in the swear jar).
Translations:
Faex: shit
Amo te. Es pulcherrimum in omnia terra.: I love you. You are the most beautiful in the whole land.
Apricum: sunny (I would use lux solaris for ‘sunshine’ or literally ‘light of the sun’ but this is cuter.)
Amantes sunt amentes: Lovers are lunatics (fools).
Suntne amantes amentes?: Are lovers lunatics?
Minime: No.
Es pulcherrimum, candidius quam stellas.: You are the most beautiful, brighter than the stars.
Et te amo. In perpetuum et unum diem.: And I love you. Forever and one day.
#puss in boots#the last wish#puss in boots the last wish#puss in boots death#death x reader#.writing#x reaader
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Ultraviolence
Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader
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a/n: writing this chapter was so weird bc i realized that reader and laura lee like never interacted?? i love laura lee idk what happened 😔💔 anyways i hope you all enjoy!!
warnings: death, grief, violence, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!
Chapter Sixteen - Chemtrails
Chapter Sixteen - Chemtrails
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The morning was bittersweet, spent clearing Laura Lee’s flight path, cutting down trees that had sprouted, clearing sticks and brush. Laura Lee could save you. But it was only a chance. And everyone knew that.
But you hoped she would go off and get help, and the memory of the hunger, of this place- it would all go away.
All of you make two lines, like a runway for her to walk down, a backpack on her shoulders and a stuffed bear who’s hand she holds.
There’s something so cruel about her bringing that stuffed bear with her, Leonard, the one you’ve seen her hug each night, the one you’ve seen her pray with.
She comes down the line, giving everyone a hug, her hair pulled out of her face by two braids. You don’t know her that well, but she still hugs you, short and sweet, and you can’t help but tell yourself over and over that this won’t be the last time.
You imagine her coming back with planes and doctors and police men, and she’d run up to all of you with her arms open wide.
Eventually, she gets to the end of the line, where Lottie gives her a hard hug. She opens the rusted metal door and climbs in- going to shut it again when Coach stops her.
You can’t hear what he says from here, but after a moment, she closes the door anyways, and he has no choice but to step back. You watch her put Leonard in his own seat.
The boys clear out a few final sticks, and after a moment, the engine sputters to life, clicking, reminding you of gunshots over and over again.
Then, the sound steadies, and the engine runs smoothly. After a moment, the plane lurches forward, and you think about the last time you were in a plane- the unfinished draft of the boy’s football team loss, gone to the crash and the following fires.
And just like she’s driving a car, the plane starts running smoothly, and everyone shouts and cheers as she rolls past, going faster and faster, until the plane finally lifts off into the air.
All of you start running down to the lake, whooping and cheering, and you think back to that first day at the lake, except everyone is staring at the sky- not the lake.
She’s really gonna save us, you think to yourself, sand kicking up around you as you come to a stop at the waters edge, the waves lapping at your feet.
The sounds of the girls cheering just become another part of the forest.
“Is that smoke?” Jackie shouts, and you squint- the plane leaving dark smoky chemtrails across the sky.
The shouting stops, everything goes still. No one is staring at the lake, everyone is looking at the chemtrails over it. Everyone is looking at their savior flying out over the lake.
The explosion comes quick.
Pieces of metal soaked in flames land into the water, and no one moves, no one speaks, until Lottie wades out into the water and drops to her knees, staring at the chemtrails over the lake- like that part of the sky is forever marked by what used to be there.
Death is something you’ve had to frown used to. You’ve had to adjust to its whims, let it take from you, turn your life around and force you to make a new life from the ruins it leaves.
You didn’t know Laura Lee that well, but her death still hurts. Death always comes with the intention to hurt.
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By the next day, the chemtrails have faded from the sky, and whatever was left of the plane- and Laura Lee- has sunk to the bottom of the lake.
Shauna and Akilah had dug for bugs, and Mari poured some onto your plate now- fried up and slightly brown now, crispy. The crunching sound from everyone’s mouth makes you sick- but what other choice do you have? Winter isn’t just coming, it’s not something off in the distance to push out of your mind- winter is here.
And with it comes hunger and cold, and the dark promise of death hanging over your heads. You look at Natalie, her bright red shirt, but she’s too busy pretending the bugs aren’t really bugs to look at you.
You miss her at night, when it cold, and you miss her when the sun is high in the sky and it’s still warm.
“Jacks,” Shauna sighs, “you have to eat.”
“Why? What does it matter at this point?”
You slowly lift the bug to your mouth, taking a small, cautious bite. It tastes like an earthy fish.
“Okay. I-I can’t do this anymore,” Mari says, pushing her cup of bugs aside. She stands, and you take another bite.
She comes back, placing a dark jar on the ground in between her legs, twisting off the cap.
“Uh, what is this that?” Coach asks.
“It was some berries I was trying to save, but… think it might have turned into booze? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I could use a drink.”
“Do we think it’s safe?” Tai frowns.
“Do we care?” Coach responds.
“I have a few more,” Mari shrugs, and the top pops off, revealing a sweet rot smell.
“If we have booze, let’s have a party.”
“Yeah,” Tai scoffs. “‘Cause we have so much to celebrate.”
Laura Lee’s name hangs in the air. The cold of winter does too.
“Do we need a reason? We’re gonna be dead in a few weeks,” Jackie continues, taunting.
“There’s gonna be a full moon tomorrow night,” Misty shrugs.
“And it’s almost homecoming,” Akilah says.
“We packed dresses right? For the awards dinner?” everyone turns towards Lottie, and she was right. Even you had a dress.
“Well, we have dresses, we have booze… we can decorate. Have a sort of… moon homecoming.”
“More like a doom homecoming,” Tai says.
Van stands up and leaves.
“A doomcoming,” Lottie says.
Natalie laughs. “Now that’s a party idea.”
“Yeah. All right. Doomcoming. Tomorrow night. We’ll drink rotten berries and celebrate our impending deaths.”
You look at Natalie, and she’s already looking at you.
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Hello Fizzy!!!
I'm here with an idea for ya :)
F2L, Soonyoung confessing his feelings for a friend for the first time - the catch? No one saw it coming, the friend included 😂 Maybe Seungkwan is there and shrieks out of terror when Soonyoung does it? LOL
I'm in my Kwon Soonyoung feels rn (he is 1 of my 3 biases in SVT - I'm not very loyal sshhhh 🥴)
Feel free to do as you please with this idea, and if you're not up for writing it, that's fine too :)
Thank you! 💙
How to Cope with Rejection: An Unhelpful Guide to Protecting Your Friendship / k.sy
pairing: kwon soonyoung x gn!reader
pronouns: they/them
word count: 5.5k
genre: the biggest of idiots to lovers, (accidental) confessions, no like actually everyone in this is an idiot except for woozi, can be read as idol or non-idol, angst if you squint, happy ending
warnings: alcohol (reader doesn't drink), soonyoung teases reader for eating fast but thinks it's cute? and it's very short. let me know if there's anything else!
note: thank you @twogyuu for the request!!! it was so fun to write and I hope you like it :) kwon soonyoung my absolute beloved
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STEP ONE: Don’t listen to your friends, whether they believe he likes you or not. Outside opinions will either get your hopes up or remind you of how unrequited your feelings are.
“Have you seen Hoshi?” Seokmin asked you, his arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders to steady himself. “We need to have an emergency BSS meeting.”
“Seokmin swears he has a good song idea…” Seungkwan explained, glancing warily at his drunk friend, steadying him with a hand to his stomach. “I’m not so sure.”
“Just tell me where Hoshi is, he’ll understand my vision.”
You smiled at Seokmin but shook your head. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him for a while. Last I saw him, he was dancing.”
Seokmin whined. “You’re supposed to know where he is! Who’s going to keep track of Soonyoung if you don’t?”
“Shua?”
The tall boy perked up, nodding. “I’ll ask him. Let’s go Kwannie.”
“I’m tired of babysitting you, DK. Let’s leave Shua alone and just hang out here until Soonyoung comes back,” he bargained. “He can’t stay away from Y/n for that long anyway, he’ll be back.”
Seokmin agreed with the idea and flopped to the floor to give his feet a break, almost immediately closing his eyes to sleep, his head tilting to rest against your leg as you stood against the wall.
“Didn’t you promise to not let him drink much?” you asked, making Seungkwan sigh.
“I was doing well but I had to pee and when I came back, Jeonghan had convinced him to take a few shots with them.”
“Of course it was Jeonghan.”
Seungkwan laughed through his nose as he looked out towards the dancefloor. “Just as I predicted,” he smiled, nodding towards Soonyoung, who was standing in the middle of the room looking around intently for someone. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up and he waved excitedly, excusing himself from the conversation he was in to join you.
“There you are!” he greeted, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You laughed and wiped your face on your shirt despite the sudden butterflies telling you to accept the affection.
“I haven’t moved since you left,” you said. “It shouldn’t have been that hard to find me.”
Soonyoung pouted but interrupted his own thoughts when he saw Seokmin on the floor. “Kyeommie!” he yelled, dropping to the floor to sit on the boy’s lap and kiss his cheek as well. Unlike the quick kiss he had given you, he repeatedly kissed Seokmin’s cheek with loud kisses until the drunk boy pushed him off his lap.
You and Seungkwan exchanged looks, your friend’s eyes filled with sympathy and yours expressing slight annoyance.
The thing was, you had a massive crush on Soonyoung, and every time he did anything sweet towards you, he did something bigger and more lovey to one of your friends.
In the years you grew to know and love Kwon Soonyoung, you learned that he was many things. He was kind, he was talented, he was cuddly, a tad stupid sometimes, maybe a little loud and dramatic, and above all, the most unsubtle person you had ever met. Any emotion Soonyoung felt or thought he had was clear as day to anyone around him. He was the definition of someone wearing their heart on their sleeve.
If he was hungry, you already knew because he listed several places within walking distance that you should accompany him to.
If he was happy, he wouldn’t stop talking about whatever it was that made him so, sometimes to an annoying extent, but you seemed to be one of the only people who would let him keep talking until he tired himself out.
If he didn’t like someone, it was rare, but his expression said it all, lips turned down and eyebrows pulled together as he eyed the person skeptically.
If he was tired, you were painfully aware. He was already laying all over you and burying his face in your hoodie or laying on your lap whining to go home or stay still so he could sleep.
Point is that he couldn’t hide a secret to save his life especially if it was something about himself. He was an open book, and he liked it that way. Sometimes his closest friends knew how he felt before he even did. Not only was he easy to read, he was over-the-top about how he felt.
So, when after years of friendship you still didn’t think he had feelings for you, it was pretty decided by you and your whole friend group that he didn’t like you back. If he did, it would be way more apparent in so many different ways. You had never seen him with a crush on someone, but you were positive it would have been more evident because it was Kwon Soonyoung; he certainly would have been giggling and twirling his hair every time you blinked if he actually had feelings for you.
But you were totally fine with just being his friend, really. Okay, it kinda sucked, but you loved to pretend it was fine. You had had a crush on him for so long but it was a well-known fact that he didn’t like you romantically, so it wasn’t worth shedding tears over.
Except maybe sometimes to Seungkwan.
Everyone in your shared friend group was aware of your unrequited feelings for Soonyoung, but you only really talked to Seungkwan about it. You had mentioned your crush a couple of times to a few others, and it became something they liked to try to joke to you about in front of him and see how obvious they could be before Soonyoung started to catch on. You didn’t like those jokes so much, so you decided Seungkwan was the only one you could openly vent to without being teased every time.
You often exchanged looks with him every time Soonyoung did anything like cover Seokmin’s face in kisses after giving you one incredibly platonic cheek kiss.
“Hoshiiiii,” Seokmin muttered, despite excitedly looking for the boy not five minutes earlier. “Off.”
Soonyoung listened, moving to sit next to Seokmin instead of on top of him. “Wonwoo said you were looking for me?”
Remembering the reason for asking everyone at the party where Soonyoung was, Seokmin opened his eyes and sat up. “I HAVE A SONG IDEA.”
You smiled as Soonyoung listened to the drunk slurring, trying his best to follow along with Seokmin’s ideas, which were messy and unorganized and very questionable. Soonyoung was sweet and patient nonetheless, writing down the ideas on his notes app so they could start writing a song the next day, but really he just wrote them down so he could tease Seokmin when he sobered up.
“Are you ready to go home, DK?” Soonyoung asked, helping the other boy up when he agreed.
“Wait, did you drink?” you asked Soonyoung, assuming he was being extra affectionate because of alcohol.
Soonyoung shook his head. “No. Well, I had some water…”
You smiled and shook your head.
“I’m going to go around and see if anyone else is ready to go home and needs a ride. Watch him to make sure he doesn’t wander off?”
Seungkwan agreed and waited for Soonyoung to get out of earshot before turning to you. “Can he stop being cute towards you?”
“I know,” you groaned. “What is wrong with him? It’s like he can’t tell I’m borderline in love with him.”
“Only borderline?” Seungkwan teased, but you elbowed him.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Jihoon walked up a few minutes later, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall on the other side of Seokmin. “Soonyoung sent me here to get collected to go home.”
You laughed. “Yeah, so far just you and DK though.”
“You’re not going home? Soonyoung sounded like he wanted you to.”
“What do you mean?”
Jihoon shrugged. “He asked if I wanted to go home yet, then went on a tangent about seeing if you wanted to go home too and watch a movie or have a sleepover with him or something.”
You felt your cheeks heat up, blaming it on the temperature of the crowded room. “I think I’m gonna stay here a little longer. I want to make sure everyone gets home safe since I know a few people have had a lot more to drink than Seokmin.”
At the mention of his name, Seokmin stood up and suddenly tried walking away like he just remembered he had to do something detrimental to the safety and security of the country, but Seungkwan grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pushing his shoulder down so he sat again. He obeyed with little restraint.
“I think he likes you,” Jihoon declared simply.
“Who?” you asked hesitantly, partially wanting to ignore him to keep your hopes down, but also intrigued in indulging in the fantasy that Soonyoung might like you back.
“Soonyoung.”
“We’ve all talked about this, Ji. And all of us have agreed that he doesn’t. It would be so obvious if he did.”
Jihoon nodded and shifted, putting his phone in his pocket and turning towards you. “But… it is kinda obvious. He talks about you a lot.”
You scoffed, hopes immediately deflated. “He talks a lot about a lot of people.”
“But, like, for long periods of time. He literally just brought you up out of nowhere and went on a full tangent about hanging out with you without us. It’s hard to get him to change the topic once he starts talking about you sometimes. And he does it so shy like he’s worried we’re annoyed.”
Okay, that was kinda good reasoning. “Still.”
“He’s also pretty touchy with you.”
“That is definitely not a good argument,” you laughed. “All of you are touchy with everyone. Trust me, I’ve thought about that one. But every time I’m like ‘oooh he had his arm around my shoulder while we walked to lunch’, he turns around and does something like cuddling with Chan for an entire movie.”
The boy hummed, shrugging. “Just saying what I think. It’s a different vibe.”
“He just kissed my cheek. And then immediately after, he smothered DK with kisses.”
Jihoon shrugged in an ‘I don’t know what to tell you except what I’ve already told you and that is that he definitely likes you’ way. “Again, different vibe.”
“Well, no one else agrees with your vibe checker,” you teased. “Thanks for believing in me though.”
“I’m the biggest Soony/n shipper and even I don’t think he likes them,” Seungkwan admitted. “I mean, it’s Hoshi. He’s so obvious about everything; if he does like Y/n, he would have had to suddenly learn how to keep his feelings inside. Like, there’s no way there would be this much debate and confusion if he did because he’d be obvious, you know?”
“Wow, way to sugarcoat it, Seungkwan,” you forced out a small laugh and he deflated.
“I don’t mean it like that–”
“No, I get it,” you smiled, even while your heart was wilting. “I’m going to go check up on everyone and make sure they’re all okay.”
“Y/n–”
“I’ll see you guys later. Text me when you get home.”
You walked away, missing the way Soonyoung looked around for you in the crowd with a frown after Jihoon and Seungkwan told him you were staying. He’d have to convince you to have a sleepover and movie night some other time.
STEP TWO: Don’t spend time alone, especially if cuddling is involved. It fuels unrealistic fantasies which are not something you should be thinking about when with your FRIEND.
Soonyoung eventually tracked you down and found a day neither of you were busy to invite you over to hang out. Of course, you agreed. It was difficult to not agree with Soonyoung.
“Your cooking has gotten better,” you commented as you shoveled food into your mouth.
Soonyoung laughed at your haste. “Maybe you’re just starving. Slow down, you’re going to choke.”
You smiled but didn’t slow down. It was good and you were hungry.
“I was going to say I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not but judging by how you’re barely even tasting your food before eating it, I’m guessing it’s a compliment?”
You nodded, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Big compliment. This is so good. Maybe it’s just good compared to what you used to make.”
“You’re cute,” Soonyoung giggled, his cheeks filling with color at the praise. “I’ve been getting some of the boys to teach me how to make stuff. They’re good teachers.”
“You’re a good student.”
He hid his smile behind his hand, trying to play off how happy the compliments made him by changing the subject. “Do you want more?”
You shook your head. “I’m full. But it was really good, thank you.”
He nodded and took your plate and his, bringing them to the sink to clean.
“Wait, let me help clean up since you made dinner,” you offered, gently pushing him out of the way. He let you, dramatically agreeing that he shouldn’t be expected to cook and clean, all while putting leftovers away and cleaning the counters.
It didn’t take long after tidying the kitchen for you two to retire to the living room and put on a movie. There was even less time between putting on the movie and him pulling you close to lean against his chest with his arms around you.
During times like this — with your back pressed to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder, and his arms wrapped around your waist but his hand still managing to hold yours while you two softly commented on whatever movie you picked — it was easy to forget he didn’t like you.
It felt so real, so sweet, so pure. If it was anyone else, you would be suspicious of the occasional kisses he pressed to your shoulder or cheek. If it was anyone else, the small signs of affection would be enough evidence to convince you the person had feelings for you, but coming from Soonyoung, it wasn’t enough to determine a clear conclusion. It was easy to doubt that his intentions were romantic when he wasn’t his normal emphatic self about it. He was so loud and unmistakable about everything, so why would he be anything other than loud and unmistakable when it came to his romantic feelings?
In everything, Soonyoung was a hurricane that could disturb entire cities with any slight expression of emotion.
But this? The soft kiss he left on your ear as he giggled at your joke or the slow, absentminded trace of his fingers over your hand and arm when he noticed you were getting cold? This was anything but outspoken. It was soft, a gentle breeze that shakes leaves but does nothing to disturb the tree.
Unfortunately, it was easy to pretend when the only lights in the room came from the television and the boy whose smile knocked over every wall around your heart.
STEP THREE: Try dating other people. Sometimes you just need a reminder that other people are cool too, I guess.
A change needed to be made. When things don’t work, something’s got to give. In this case, being cuddly with Soonyoung 24/7 was not working. It was more than okay when it was actually happening, when you two would cuddle during a movie or sleep in the same bed or when he would hold your hand while walking to dinner, but the after made it difficult. After all of that, when he would cuddle with someone else or hold Minghao’s hand instead, it made all the good things feel insignificant and meaningless.
So something had to change. Unfortunately, Seungkwan took this to mean you wanted a boyfriend.
“I don’t want to go on a blind date, Seungkwan,” you sighed as you threw an old sweatshirt onto your bed.
The blonde boy frowned up at you from your floor. “Why not? I promise he’s nice. And probably your type. He looks a bit like Soonyoung now that I think about it.”
“That’s worse,” you replied, head deep in your closet.
“What, you don’t like Soonie for his looks?” he teased.
You threw a wadded-up hoodie at his big grin. “I don’t want to go on a date with someone who will remind me of the boy who doesn’t like me back. I meant I needed change as in, like, hanging out with him less.”
“We both know that’s not going to happen.” Seungkwan pulled the hoodie off his head and set it next to the other clothes you were getting rid of. “Come on, this guy thinks you’re really cute.”
You looked at him quickly. “He knows me?”
“He was at our dance practice the other day so he saw you when you stopped by.”
You thought back to that day, trying to remember the faces of the people you didn’t know. “Which one was he?”
“I don’t remember what he was wearing. Super tall? Dark hair?”
“Super tall? Yeah, sounds just like our Hoshi,” you joked. “What, like, taller than Mingyu?”
Seungkwan shrugged.
“You’re so helpful. I don’t want to go.”
“But he was so interested,” Seungkwan pouted. “He literally wouldn’t shut up about you after you left. It was annoying but also kinda cute. He’s probably not a good… long-term boyfriend… but I just want you to go out and have fun and forget about your unrequited love for one night to see that you’re capable of being loved by other people.”
You sighed and sat on your bed, looking down at Seungkwan on the floor. You held out your hands and he quickly placed them in yours, staring up at you with a pout. “Kwan, I know I am. I’ve been in relationships before. I’m not hopelessly in love with Soonyoung. I’m actually so fine with where our friendship is at. I’m content! Let me stay content.”
He paused. “I don’t believe you, though.”
Good, you thought, that makes you a good best friend.
“You just think anyone is better than Soonyoung,” you joked to postpone your answer.
Seungkwan scoffed. “Not true. I know we argue a lot but he’s one of my best friends. I’m rooting for you and Soon… but we know that’s not… you know…”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, rubbing the back of his hand as you tried to stop thinking about Soonyoung.
You thought hard about going on the date with Seungkwan’s friend, deciding it probably couldn’t hurt to go out with this guy. If it would make Seungkwan feel better, it would be worth it. And maybe he was right, maybe it would be fun and help you get your mind off things.
“One date,” you agreed.
Seungkwan cheered, taking his hands back to stand up and tackle you in a hug. “Thank you!! It will be fun, he’s really nice and funny.”
“He better be,” you jokingly threatened, making him smile.
STEP FOUR: Realize dating other people is pointless.
He wasn’t nice and funny. Well, he was, but you couldn’t stop yourself from comparing him to Soonyoung and no one does well when compared to Soonyoung. It wasn’t fair to compare a mere mortal with the epitome of happiness and love, but you didn’t mean to.
“I never said he was a terrible person!” you defended, pouting as a few of the boys continued to make jokes about your bad date. “I said he–” you groaned, giving up as Jeonghan and Mingyu talked over you to make more jokes at your expense.
“Was he at least a good kisser?”
“I didn’t kiss him, we went on one date.”
“Give him a chance. Maybe his most redeemable quality is his kissing?” Jeonghan suggested, laughing as you groaned.
“He has redeemable qualities, I just didn’t like him in that way.”
“What’s happening?” Soonyoung asked, joining the conversation late as he fell next to you on the couch. He opted to shove himself in the small space between you and the armrest instead of anywhere else on the otherwise empty couch, leaving him half on your lap with one leg flung over yours.
“We’re talking about Y/n’s terrible date,” Wonwoo summarized.
“I never used the word ‘terrible’,” you corrected.
“Was it bad?” Soonyoung asked genuinely, eyes full of curiosity as he looked at you.
“It was fine,” you said before anyone could answer for you. “We just didn’t really click, that’s all.”
“Wasn’t it that dude who hangs around the practice room all the time?” Soonyoung asked, giggling when Seungkwan nodded. “That guy sucks.”
Half of the room broke out laughing at the abruptness, but you and Seungkwan looked at him. “What? No, he doesn’t! He’s so nice!” Seungkwan defended.
“Because all you talk to him about is dance,” Soonyoung explained, “so he always throws around compliments to suck up to you. If you talked to him about literally anything else, you’d see he’s so boring. And has bad opinions.”
“Hoshi’s just mad because he said he liked bears better than tigers,” Wonwoo teased, making Soonyoung frown.
“Nooo,” Soonyoung lied obviously. “Partly. Mostly. But he’s also boring. He’s majoring in, like, finance or something.”
“That’s an honorable field…” you defended.
“I thought you agreed he sucked,” Soonyoung looked at you with a pout.
“Aw, is Soonie jealous?” Jeonghan teased, which was purposefully ignored by both you and Soonyoung (after Soonyoung gave Jeonghan a quick, panicked look).
“I never said he sucks!” you groaned again to Soonyoung’s comment. “All I said was we didn’t click.”
“Meaning he’s boring and you won’t be going out again,” Minghao giggled.
“Does that mean he should join the ‘Rejected by Y/n Club’?” Soonyoung asked with a playful grin. “I can send him an application.”
You breathed out a laugh out of habit before processing what he said, turning to look at him. “Wait, what?”
“What? Are there enough people to make a club?” Jihoon laughed.
Soonyoung shrugged. “I guess it really only takes two to form a club,” he reasoned. “So, yeah.”
“Then who’s the other member?” you asked.
“Me?” Soonyoung said with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
The seven of you looked at him, silent except for Seungkwan’s small scream he let out before slapping his hand over his mouth and turning towards whoever was closest to him, which was an equally surprised Mingyu.
Soonyoung’s eyes widened. “What? Should I not joke about that?” he asked you, worry all over his features. He feared he crossed a line, worried there was an unspoken rule to not talk about his unrequited crush on you.
“What are you talking about?” you asked quickly after the initial shock.
“Because… you’ve rejected me?” he looked around at everyone hitting each other’s arms or giggling or smiling. “Like, because you don’t like me back? Why is everyone looking at me like that?” His cheeks were tinged with pink embarrassment, or perhaps nervousness from being the center of attention.
“Because that’s a weird joke, Soonyoung,” you brushed off, cheeks warming at his confession but convincing yourself it was a joke of some sort. You would have known if he made a move before because everything he did was done with obvious intent, and you would have never knowingly rejected Kwon Soonyoung.
He sat up, keeping his leg on you but looking more alert. “You shouldn’t feel bad for rejecting people, that wasn’t what I was saying. If you don’t like someone, then you don’t like them–”
“No, I meant it’s weird to say that I’ve rejected you,” you said awkwardly, trying to explain yourself without giving away your feelings. “You shouldn't joke about liking people.”
The room filled with awkward tension, everyone but Soonyoung knowing your feelings while Soonyoung tried to understand what was going on.
“But… you have rejected me…” he persisted shyly, cheeks glowing red when you snapped your head to look at him. “And… I do like you?”
Minghao and Wonwoo simply looked up quickly with big smiles but Seungkwan gasped loudly, following his shock with, “Hoshi! You WHAT?”
Jihoon shushed Seungkwan, pushing the younger boy’s face but had a huge grin of his own.
“You like me??” Bewilderment didn’t begin to describe your emotion at the implication of Soonyoung’s – the boy you liked for years – words. "As in, like, like me like me? Romantically? Not just in a friend way?"
“I’m so confused. I’m not… did you not know that?” Soonyoung looked around the room quickly. “Did… none of you know that?”
Your brain felt fuzzy and confused, trying to process what he was saying. For the first time in all the years of knowing him, you weren’t sure what Soonyoung was thinking or feeling or doing. It was terrifying.
Others, like Minghao who was giggling or Jeonghan who was full on laughing, found the situation to be a little more entertaining than scary.
“Can someone please say something? I’m so lost,” Soonyoung begged, looking mostly at you but occasionally letting his eyes flick to someone else in search of answers.
“Are you being serious?” you asked softly.
Soonyoung looked at you, eyes concerned and desperate but focused on you like you two were the only ones in the room and possibly in the world. “Yes,” he replied equally soft.
You just stared at him with your jaw hung open slightly, eyes wide. He had to glance behind him cautiously to make sure you hadn’t spotted a ravenous lion ready to pounce.
“Wow, look at the time,” Wonwoo coughed loudly, looking at the other friends in the room. “We have that thing we need to do, right guys?” He stood up and pulled Seungkwan up with him, who protested immediately.
“No, I need to watch this unfold!” Seungkwan cried, eyes still wide and frantic with pure shock. “Do you know how long Y/n has liked Soo–?”
Mingyu covered Seungkwan’s mouth with his hand and started pushing him towards the door.
“No way, this is better than TV,” Jeonghan giggled as he continued looking at you (still silent with shock) and Soonyoung (still wildly embarrassed). After seeing even Minghao stand up and Wonwoo’s pointed look, Jeonghan groaned and followed the others out of the room.
“Sorry for the timing,” Jihoon started, leaning down to whisper to you even though you didn’t react, “but I told you so. Never question my suspicions ever again.”
The door closed behind the five of them, leaving the room eerily silent and tense.
“Right now would be a great time for you to say something and let me know I didn’t just mess up our entire friendship,” Soonyoung mumbled, taking his leg off of yours in fear that the contact was making you uncomfortable.
“I–I just…” you stumbled, shaking your head to get your brain back in line. “I’m trying to understand… you like me back?”
“Back?” Soonyoung emphasized, before letting out a breath. “Well, that’s a good sign…” he mumbled.
“Yes, back,” you laughed, finally feeling your lungs fill with air again. He looked up at the sound and smiled. “I had no idea you liked me.”
“How? I’ve been so obvious. Even the boys have been obvious, always making jokes about me liking you and stuff. Like, Jeonghan just did it when he teased me about being jealous.”
“Soon, they make those jokes because they know I like you and are trying to tease me. I promise you no one knew you liked me. Except for Jihoon, but he was only suspicious.”
Soonyoung frowned. “Really?”
“Yeah. Why would you just assume we knew? Did you ever tell anyone that you liked me?”
“Well, no,” he admitted, pouting as he thought. “But everyone always tells me how obvious I am about my feelings. You guys know how I feel about things before I even do sometimes. So I assumed you could all tell this too. I didn’t even try to hide it…”
“You assumed wrong, idiot,” you teased, nudging his thigh with your knee. “You can’t just assume things like that.”
“What about you?” he asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”
You paused and gave a nervous smile, realizing your hypocrisy. “Okay, I might have… also assumed some things…”
He laughed, urging you to explain.
“I know you’re expressive… so I figured – well, we all figured – if you liked me, we’d be able to easily tell because we always… know what’s going on in your head...”
Soonyoung laughed again. “You can’t just assume things like that,” he mimicked, making you laugh.
“We’re stupid.”
“The stupidest.”
You grinned at him, a new feeling blossoming in your chest now that you could stare at him without worrying you were being obvious.
“So you just never talked to anyone about me?”
“I did to Jihoon a lot, which is probably why he thought I liked you.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungkwan and Jeonghan with their faces smushed against the window that looked out into the hallway, trying desperately to eavesdrop on your conversation. You laughed and shooed them away with your hand but they shook their heads until Wonwoo and Minghao came back, dragging them away by their collars.
“I guess that one guy has to be alone in his club now, huh?” you sighed. “Seeing as I never rejected you in the first place.”
“To be fair, there were some times that I was incredibly obvious and you brushed me off and that feels the exact same as rejection. I literally cried one time when I got home because you– never mind. I won’t get into it.”
You looked at him quickly with guilt, your heart falling at the news. “What? I’m so sorry, I never meant– I probably brushed you off because I was too nervous to flirt back and worried about being obvious–”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured softly, reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Just thought that me being affectionate all the time was a pretty big indication that I liked you…” he joked.
“Okay, but that was almost always followed by you being affectionate with someone else. So it was hard to see that as anything but platonic unless you have crushes on everyone.”
“I don’t, I don’t,” he laughed. “It’s only you. So hopefully now if I kiss your cheek or ask you to cuddle with me, you won’t think it’s just me being friendly.”
You smiled widely, cheeks warming. “I won’t. I bet if you kissed me right now I wouldn’t think you’re just being friendly either.”
“So hasty,” he teased. “Not even a date first?”
“We can go on a date but I’ve liked you for so long and have wanted to kiss you so many times and now that I know you like me I–”
Soonyoung cut off your rambling by pecking your lips, pulling away before you could even process what happened. You smiled and grabbed his face, pulling him back gently to kiss him properly. It was a little too much, Soonyoung suddenly being the center of attention for all your senses. You suddenly knew what his lips felt like on yours and what he tasted like, which was endearingly reminiscent of oranges. Both of you were too giddy and happy, breaking the kiss not long after.
“This is too much. I’m too overwhelmed,” Soonyoung admitted softly with a small laugh.
“In a bad way?” you asked.
“No. Never in a bad way,” he said, giving you one more quick kiss. “I just need to finish processing the fact you actually like me back before my brain will be okay with making out with you. Baby steps.”
You laughed but agreed, dropping your hands from his face but letting him take your hand in his.
“But how about a date?”
STEP FIVE: be glad your friends were rooting for you, but plan revenge to get back at them for profiting from painful years of pining
Despite all your friends believing that Soonyoung didn’t like you back, a few of them had bets going on relating to when, how, where, and why one of you would confess. As soon as word got around to the others that Soonyoung admitted he had a crush on you, people started paying up.
“I was so certain Y/n would confess because they got sick of being friend-zoned,” Mingyu groaned, handing Seungcheol money.
“I honestly just randomly guessed Soonyoung would say it thinking everyone knew. I just knew it wouldn’t be Y/n first so I came up with a complete shot in the dark,” he admitted with a loud laugh.
“That makes it so much more annoying.”
“Does this mean you two are going to be even more sickeningly cute than usual?” Hansol whined, watching as you wrapped your arms around Soonyoung from behind while he helped Jun cook for everyone.
“Yup,” you said. “Get over it.”
“I’ve never been happier to tell someone a second date isn’t going to happen,” Seungkwan smiled at his two best friends. “That guy asked me if you had said anything about him because he wants to ask you out again.”
“He sucks!” Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan shouted together, making you and everyone else laugh loudly.
“Tell him to back off,” Soonyoung said, turning around to hold you in his arms like he was protecting you.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have said yes even if you didn’t accidentally confess to me.”
Soonyoung rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight his smile. “That’s reassuring.”
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Kiss Full of Color Makes me Wonder Where You've Always Been // Luke Hemmings
notes: So this was supposed to be another collab but as @kindahoping4forever mentioned, I was feeling it and Crystal didn't want to interrupt the flow. She did the graphic and is amazing so show her some love too! :) Anyway, we're here to continue our confirmed mind loss in the Luke Lane.
Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke coming in hot with first sex in an established relationship (like it's the first time they are sleeping together not like first time first time.) there is some dirty talk but it's not filthy, just sweet.
Word Count: 4290
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You grumble as you turn over once again, exhausted but unable to sleep. You open your eyes to peek at the clock and grumble again when you see how little time has passed since you last looked. This night feels endless.
Your eyes flicker over to the nightstand and you run through your mental catalog of toys in the drawer, wonder if there’s something in there that could maybe lull you to sleep with an orgasm. You sigh, knowing that’s been a dead end recently. It’s not what you really want.
Your mind naturally lands on the subject of your new boyfriend, Luke. You’ve been dating for a few months now but he’s been gone for most of it, writing a new album with his band. You’ve gotten to know each other quite well via texting and phone calls and you know enough to know you really like him but there’s still a sweet sense of hesitation when it comes to being physical. You’ve fooled around a bit, gotten each other off both in person and on the phone, but you haven’t had sex, haven’t even been naked together yet, which is why it feels a bit weird to be considering calling him at 2AM. In any other context, this would definitely be seen as a booty call.
You shrug, hoping he’ll understand your intentions are pure. You grab your phone and send off a “Hey.” Before you can even set it back down, your screen is lighting up in the dark: he’s calling.
“I was literally just thinking about you,” he says warmly. “Didn’t think you’d still be awake.”
You grin because hearing his voice is actually quite nice. “Eh… having trouble sleeping. What are you up to?”
“Actually, I just got home… you wanna come over? I’m sure we could find something to wear you out.”
You swear you can hear the dirty grin in his voice and you smile, letting your mind wander to the last encounter you had with him before he left town. His broad, shirtless frame hovering over you in a hot and heavy make out session, you sinking your teeth into his shoulder while the two of you ground your hips together, leading up to him going down on you and you reciprocating. It fueled your personal fantasies and your phone sex sessions for weeks afterward.
“It’s late,” you chuckle. Your words are protesting but your body is moving around your room, changing into denim shorts, putting on a bra and looking for a cute top. You weren’t necessarily trying to impress him but you also didn’t want him to think you were a slob.
“But you’re not sleeping and neither am I… plenty of room in this bed if you do get tired…” He lets his point hang there, almost like he knows you’re actually thinking it over. “It’s also late enough that traffic won’t be an issue and if you come here, we don’t have to worry about waking up your roommate.”
“Seems like you’ve got an answer for everything… are you trying to take advantage of me?” You joke, already packing a bag to take with you.
“I don't think I’d call it taking advantage… seem to remember you inviting yourself into my lap last time I saw you,” he jokes. “But if you truly just wanna come sleep in my bed, I’m fine with that too. I'd just like to see ya.”
“Are you asking me to sleep over?”
“Uh… yeah, I guess I am. You coming?”
“I’m already out the door, Hemmings.”
“I guess I’ll see you soon. Drive safe.”
Luke leans against the door frame, wearing a well worn shirt, holes displaying his skin, and loose basketball shorts. When you’re within arms reach, he grins and reaches for you, cupping your face to pull you in for a kiss. “Hi,” he murmurs, pulling you inside.
“Hey,” you smile at him. He grabs your bag and takes it to his room while you kneel to pet Petunia.
He pads back out to where you are. “Want wine or anything?” He asks.
“Uh… sure, a glass could be nice,” you agree. He grabs your hand to lead you to the kitchen and you notice the house is mostly dark, save for a couple lamps emitting a soft glow.
You watch him effortlessly reach for a couple glasses and he picks a bottle from the wine rack. He hands it to you: it’s red and definitely more expensive than anything you’d buy, but you nod. He pours the glasses and hands you one, making eye contact.
His blue eyes were absolutely the first thing you’d noticed about him, followed by how broad he was. But you couldn’t say what you liked more now that you’d gotten your hands on him.
You stand and sip for a moment before he wraps his arm around you and walks you to his room. It’s brighter in the room and his suitcase is on the floor and open, clearly rummaged through.
“I missed you, you know,” he murmurs, pulling you in by the waist.
“I missed you,” you admit, hugging him. He kisses the top of your head as his arm tightens around you.
He holds you for a little longer before sitting on his bed. He watches as you look around his room. “Oh… you’ve never been in here before, have you?”
“Nope,” you shake your head. “I think this is only the third time I’ve been to your house at all.”
He pulls you over and sets the wine glasses on the bedside table. His hands rest on the back of your thighs while your arms immediately go around his neck.
His head tilts back and he looks up at you, you push his curls off his face and lean in for a kiss, letting your fingers gently scratch at his scruff. He lets out a quiet moan and pulls back just enough to say “Yeah.” Before you realize what’s happening, he’s sliding his hands down and smoothly pulling from behind your knees so you’ll straddle him.
“Oh!” You yelp with surprise.
He smiles wide as you settle onto his lap. His hands caress your waist and you lean in for another kiss. He quickly deepens it and you tangle your fingers in his curls, enjoying the contact and the kissing and his hot little moans when you bite his lip.
His hands move down to your ass, giving a squeeze, you drop your hands to his waist and gently push under the hem of his shirt, grazing your fingertips along his sides, gently stroking his skin with your thumbs. He lets out a soft sigh and you decide that you want to hear all his noises. You’re sure you’ve heard a lot of them, probably even most of them, but you want more to power those nights when he’s away.
He interrupts your thought process, pulling out of the kiss to reach behind his head and pull his shirt off. He leans in to kiss you but you pull back, trying to get a good look at his shirtless frame.
“Oh, I’m sorry, should I not…” he starts.
You grin at him and shake your head, “I just wanna look at you. Trying to familiarize myself with the expanse of your shoulders.” You drag your fingers from his neck across his shoulders. “Your freckles…”
He takes a deep breath, smiling softly at you. “Take your time.” You lean in to kiss him, relaxing your body against him. You gently scratch through his chest hair and his fingers work at the buttons on your shirt. “You’re gorgeous, y’know,” he murmurs.
“And you're incredibly handsome.” You rest your forehead against his as he pushes your shirt off your shoulders; you shrug it the rest of the way off and he starts kissing on the newly exposed skin.
It’s when he grabs you by your hips and tosses you onto your back that you decide that if he’s ready for sex tonight, then you definitely are too. He lays next to you and you kiss his nose before slotting your lips together.
Luke drags his hand up your body, tucking his fingertips under the hem of your bralette as his lips work down your neck. His hand engulfs your breast, fingers tugging your nipple. It’s the first time you realize he’s got his rings on because they feel so cool against your skin.
“Lu,” you moan, taking a couple shallow breaths.
He pushes up and sits back on his heels. He freezes with his hand on your breast, his other hand midway through pushing up your thigh. “Sorry,” he pants. “Do you wanna stop?”
“Quite the opposite, handsome.” You snap the waist of his shorts with one hand and your other encourages him to continue massaging you. You tease, “Is it usually your instinct to stop when a girl moans for you?”
He smiles. “Just don’t want to push too far,” he replies, letting his fingers graze over the front of your panties through the leg of your shorts. “It’s been a while since we've done anything together… in person, anyway. Just wanna make sure we want the same things.”
“I was gonna tease you for being shy but asking for consent is actually so fucking hot,” you groan, pushing your hips against his hand. “I promise you’ll know if I want to stop… but right now I’m ready to hear all your sounds and dirty words in person,” you admit, reaching your hand out to gently run your fingertips over his stomach.
He shudders at your touch, but stays where he’s at, his fingers still slowly and lightly brushing over the front of your panties. He eyes you closely as he pushes the fabric out of the way in favor of sliding his fingers through your folds. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, grinning as you watch him curiously, “You taste better than I remember,” he comments as a cocky smirk crosses his features.
“You just gonna stare or are you gonna come down here and take care of me?”
“Oh, I’ll take care of you.” He grins and leans back in, pressing his lips to yours. He tugs at the button on your shorts and you lift your hips so he can pull them down and toss them across the room. You grab his face and pull him into another kiss, but it doesn’t last long.
His lips move down your neck, marking your collarbone. “Thought about you a lot while I was gone,” he mumbles. “Thought about that night before I left… how wet you got for me. Came just thinking about getting you to make those noises for me again.”
“Thought about you like that too, Lu… so noisy while I sucked your cock… such a turn on.” You tangle your fingers in his hair, arching your body into his kisses and touch, the dirty words comfortably spilling from your lips after weeks of phone sex.
He looks up at you, wide smile spreading across his face briefly before his lips press between your ribs. Both hands work on pushing your bra up so he can take it off of you. He looks you over quickly before leaning back into you to mouth over your breasts, finally sucking a nipple into his mouth.
Luke adjusts, putting a thigh between yours and you can feel how hard he is through the thin fabric of his shorts. You push his curls off his forehead and he looks up at you, eyes intense and full of lust. He pulls his mouth off, switches sides and uses his tongue to tease your nipple, circling it, flicking over it, never dropping eye contact.
You arch into him again, moaning at the fresh friction from the new placement of his thigh, he moans out too, squeezing his eyes closed.
You drag your fingertips over the back of his neck and down his shoulder. “Fuck Lu… missed the weight of you.”
“Missed your dirty little whines… been thinking about the way you’d take my cock, how tight and wet your pussy would feel around me,” he rasps, kissing down your body. He makes it to your belly button before you pull him back up by his hair. “How you’d look riding me…”
You moan out against his mouth. “Been thinking about that too.” Your words come out breathy as you grind against him and work your lips against his jaw, up to his ear, pulling his head back for better access. “Your hands on me, everywhere… grabbing my ass, you watching your cock disappear into me while I bounce on it, nails digging into your chest…” His hips hit extra hard at that and he strangles out a moan.
“Oh… fuck,” he groans as your teeth graze down his neck. His breath is shaky. “Wanna know how you’d sound, look, while I drive my hips up into you,” he moans. “Watch bruises form on your skin from how tight I hold you.”
You can feel the wet spot from his precum on your thigh and you reach down to cup his cock through his shorts. “Jesus, Lu, you’re gonna have us both cumming before either of us gets naked,” you groan, rolling your hips against his.
His breath is ragged as he presses your lips together. The kiss is slow and his body stills, allowing him to clear his head. “Mmm… you’re right babe, we gotta slow this down. Wanna enjoy you.” He kisses down your body, this time taking your underwear off. He kisses on both of your thighs, marking one and making sure to give you beard burn on the other, knowing you like that. He finally licks up the juices pooling at your entrance. Your body shudders at the feeling and his grip tightens at your hip and around your thigh. “I’ve got you, sweet thing,” he soothes. “You taste so damn good… so wet… bet I could just…” His voice trails off as he slowly presses two fingers into you. “Yeah… thought so,” he murmurs, easily working them in and out.
You look down at him, watching him both concentrated and amazed at how easily he’s able to work his fingers in and out of you. You wipe both hands over your face because you feel so damn good… and then his lips wrap around your clit and your hips buck and you claw at any skin of his you can reach. “Oh, oh… Lu… baby… please.”
He hums against you, amused, happy to have a moment to calm his body so he can thoroughly enjoy wrecking you. He keeps his fingers working at a moderate pace, curling into the spot that makes you pull at his curls, buck your hips and try desperately to push his face closer to you. His fingers continue but he pulls his lips away. You whine desperately and his eyes light up with joy. You watch him devilishly lick his lips, knowing your eyes are concentrated on him - he’s driving you wild and he knows it. “That’s good, babe,” he praises. “Gonna cum for me?”
The teasing lilt in his voice is even hotter in person than it was on the phone and then there’s the smirk that accompanies it that you didn’t get to see before. Your teeth are sunk so deep in your lip you’re sure you should be bleeding. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Yes… please, Lu.”
His lips wrap back around your clit, fingers still working. He doesn’t bother trying to hold your hips down because he’s particularly fond of your sounds and the way you tug his hair. He hears the whine he knows well and it’s even better in person than it is over the phone. Your chest heaves and you clench around his fingers. He moans at the feeling but quickly withdraws. He slows his tongue down, working you through the orgasm until you're pushing him away.
You tug his hair to pull him up, grabbing his jaw to pull him into a kiss. “Missed your mouth,” you moan.
“You taste so so good.”
“You got condoms?” You ask, blinking innocently up at him. You watch his face soften briefly and he rests above you on his elbows.
“We don’t have to go there…”
You squeeze his hips. “Lu, we’ve got like four options here: We call it a night, I blow you, you go jerk off or we could finally have sex since you’re finally going to be home for more than three days.” Your fingers pull up his sides and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in. “And I’d prefer the last option… if you want to, of course.”
“Of course I want to,” he replies, slotting your lips together. He sits back on his heels, smiling widely at you, and you run your hands up his thighs under his shorts. He reaches into the nightstand and tosses a bottle of lube and a condom onto the bed.
You lick your lips as you move your hands up, over the tent in his shorts, to his hips. You slip your hands into the waistband and he quickly gets the point; he hops up off the bed, shimmying the shorts off. You hear the dull thud of his cock hitting his stomach and then he’s standing stark naked in front of you.
You sit up on your knees to take in the sight of him: he looks deliciously contradictory, somehow both angelic and sinful. His large, intimidating frame looms over you while his soft curls fall perfectly in his face, despite your hands tugging at them every which way. His blue eyes shine with both affection and lust, his tongue that just made you see stars peeks out from between his perfectly pink lips. The mark you’ve left on his neck, the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, his expansive shoulders, broad chest, the thick tufts of hair on his chest… there’s so much you want to get your hands on immediately but you want to stop and appreciate him more. “You look like you could eat me up right now,” he hums with a grin.
You smile up at him, reaching out to trace the puzzle piece tattoo on his ribs before pulling him in by his hips to look for more tattoos you hadn’t gotten to see before. You nip at his belly button appreciatively, run your fingers over his inked skin, stopping specifically to trace over his thigh tattoo.
His hand smooths over your hair. “Honey,” he murmurs, waiting for you to make eye contact. “First time naked together and I feel like you’re just here for the tattoos,” he quips, smiling.
“There’s just so much to see… appreciate… and I definitely do appreciate what I’m seeing,” you flirt, dragging your fingertips up his thigh, grazing the underside of his cock.
“Well… I like the way you're looking at me,” he rasps. Both hands tuck into your hair as he cradles your face and pulls you in for a kiss. Your hand wraps around his cock and he shudders. “I’m not gonna be able to take much more,” he admits, looking at you, still holding your face.
You pull him onto the bed with you. “Then let’s stop stalling.”
He pulls you in for another kiss and then the two of you are moving, trying to figure out positioning. It takes a few minutes before you're both laying back, heads on the same pillow, soft open mouth kisses while your hands explore a little more. He squeezes your ass and pulls you tighter against his body and that’s what ultimately gets you to roll him onto his back so you can straddle him.
“This OK for you?” You ask, reaching for the condom and lube.
“If it’s what you want,” he breathes. “I’ve got no problem with this. Gorgeous girl, great view…” You hand him the lube and unwrap the condom; you lean in to kiss him and roll the condom on while he pushes two lube covered fingers into you to spread it around.
You moan as he twists his fingers around and when he pulls out, you push yourself up and steady yourself against his firm chest with one hand, using the other to swipe the head of his cock through your folds, positioning at your entrance. You slowly start to take his cock, having to do a few shallow bounces before taking more of him, again and again until he’s bottomed out.
His head is already thrown back, eyes screwed shut, a slight pant leaving his lips. One hand grips tightly around your hip while the other cups your face, thumb tugging your bottom lip.
He whimpers as you roll your hips, a quiet moan leaves your mouth too. His eyes open and he finds you quickly, watching your body as you find a rhythm that causes both of you to moan. He doesn’t let go of your hip - in fact, you can feel the bruise forming - but his free hand explores your body.
You watch him watch you, his eyes are all over your body, fascinated as his cock disappears inside you, the way your body moves, working to bring pleasure to you both. He groans, “You feel so good.”
“Luke,” you gasp, slowing down a bit.
He bites his lip and asks, “Babe, can I?” You nod, lids half closed. He grips your hips and pushes you up a bit, planting his feet on the bed so he can thrust up into you. He quickly speeds up and you drop your hands to his chest, bracing yourself for the way his hips pound into yours, the slapping of skin just barely louder than the whimpers falling from your lips, the moaning and groaning from his.
You somehow pick up on his familiar whine, between all the other noises in the room, your own included.
“Holy fuck.” He cries out and you watch him strain for a couple more thrusts before making a deliciously dirty sound as he cums into the condom. He drops his hips back to the bed and gives you an extra tight squeeze at your hips.
You collapse forward on his chest. “Feel good, baby? Sound so fuckin’ good when you cum,” you pant, kissing on his neck, scratching your fingers through his chest hair.
“Yeah… yeah.” He nods, finally letting go of your hips. You push up and lay next to him, kissing him passionately. “Noticed you weren’t making your typical noises,” he points out quietly.
“Nah… but it always takes me a while to finish with new partners… plus you gave me a killer orgasm before, so…” you shrug, pecking his lips. You notice the concern in his eyes and reassure him, “Don’t think it wasn’t pleasurable for me just because I didn’t, Lu. You felt amazing and I can’t wait for us to do this more. But I’m happy to finish myself for now.”
“I’d be happy to help,” he offers, face going a little red.
You cup his face and offer him another soft kiss. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and then we’ll see about me.”
You’re still catching your breath when Luke comes back and he very quickly climbs on the bed, pulling you over and onto your side, hooking your leg over his hip. He kisses you as his fingers sneak between your thighs. “Mmm…” he hums. “Still wet for me.”
Luke’s lips kiss along your jaw until he’s nipping your earlobe and his two fingers push back into you as his thumb toys with your clit, quickly working you up again. You almost expect him to pick up into dirty talk again but instead he meets your moans into his ear with moans of his own, quickly hurtling you toward orgasm. You pull him closer, suddenly needing to feel his body against yours. His chest hair rubbing against your nipples is unlike any sensation you’ve ever felt before and it pushes you over the edge.
“Oh fuck… Luke,” you moan. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, teeth sinking into his chest as you try to muffle the desperate whine you let out as you cum. His fingers slow, thumb rubbing light circles over your clit as you come down.
You look up and the two of you share several slow kisses. He pulls his fingers away and cradles you closer to his body, letting you catch your breath. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before showing you into the bathroom to clean up.
“Wanna shower or anything?”
You stretch your arms above your head, standing on your tiptoes, letting out a big yawn. “Nope, as promised, I’m worn out.”
When you wander back into his room, Luke is sitting against the headboard under the blankets. He smiles big at you and holds his arms out, “C’mere, honey.”
You’re instantly across the room, fitting yourself against him. He takes the moment to nuzzle his nose with yours. “I really enjoyed this, Lu,” you murmur into his neck.
“I’m glad you came over.” He squeezes you, kissing your forehead. He feels you yawn against him and announces, “Alright, time for bed.” He pulls the blanket down next to him and you crawl inside. He tucks you in, turns off the lights and presses himself against your back.
“So… round two in a few hours?” There’s a teasing in your voice but when you look back at him, he presses a kiss to your lips in eager agreement. “Good night, handsome,” you yawn, finally drifting off to sleep as Luke gently rubs your back.
#5sos smut#5 seconds of summer smut#Luke hemmings smut#cal-puddies writes#kiss full of color makes me wonder where you’ve always been#yes the title is from a Kasey musgraves song#yes I love this couple too#yes please leave feedback#as always#thank you
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Hey!! I'm the one who requested the military and I wanted levi but I think there was a mistake I'm really sorry it won't happen again
Hey anon! Thank you for getting back to me. Don't be sorry at all! please don't feel bad, okay? I just wanted to make sure I got the right fic for you. Sorry if my message before came off as me being rude, short, snappy or mean because it was not my intention at all.<3
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Can you write a modern au with househusband Levi x military reader with her kids and she tells them she's getting deployed. It can be angst to fluff.
Deployed
Pairing: Dad!Levi x fem!Reader
Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, fluff, angst, emotional, mum reader, military reader, househusband Levi.
Concept: You tell your husband and kids that you are getting deployed for a few months. You share some emotional words before holding each other and saying goodbye on the day you leave.
Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @2moth-anon2 @youre-ackermine @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @demonsimp6
You ended the call with your commanding officer and stared at your phone. You felt your heart in your chest slowly sinking as guilt washed over you. You loved your husband and your sweet babies so much, but you were demanded so much in the military because of your role. As a demolitions expert, you were needed to save many lives and clear zones for safe travel.
You gripped your phone tightly and let out a long heavy sigh. You left your office and made your way to Levi in the living room with your two little ones, Evan and Lilly. You smiled softly as your kids laughed with Levi as they sat on the floor together playing and talking about you. You loved this image and you loved them so much. You wished you weren't needed so much and you were thinking of talking to your commanding officer of possibly changing your role to something closer to home.
"Honey?"
You flinched at Levi's concerned tone. You locked eyes with his perfect steel blue ones and instantly smiled when love filled your body.
Levi stood up and approached you. "Everything okay on the phone? You look upset."
You lowered your head as the guilt began to spread. You hated that you were leaving your husband and kids yet again. You knew it had been getting hard. You knew Levi loved you with everything he had. You were scared that maybe this was going to be much.
Levi stopped in his tracks and said your name sternly. "Again? Really?"
You looked up at his soul crushed face. "Levi."
"Don't Levi me." He stormed past you and made his way into the kitchen so you wouldn't have this talk in front of your kids. "This keeps happening."
You followed him into the kitchen. "I'm sorry, but my role is important."
"Aren't there other people trained like you?"
"Yes."
He turned to you. "Well, why the fuck aren't they going?"
"They need me."
He looked defeated. "We need you," he said your name with a heaviness in his heart. "We need you here. Your family needs you. We miss you so much it hurts."
You welled up. "Don't you think I know that? It's so fucking hard for me to go out there and be apart from the man who is my soulmate and my darling babies. I wish I was here all the time." You rubbed your tears away. "I want more kids too."
Levi's shoulder dropped when he watched you cry and try to rub your tears away as fast as they were falling. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the side of your head. He slowly swayed with you. He closed his eyes and hoped his adoration and unwavering dedication and love for you seeped into your body.
Levi pulled back and cupped your face. "I'm sorry I snapped, but you've gotta stand up to your commanding officer. I know you've been thinking about moving." He kissed the end of your nose. "Maybe you should talk to him while you're deployed with him, okay?"
You sniffed and nodded. "I will. I swear I will. I want to be moved to a closer location. I'm happy to be a teacher. I'll train new cadets."
"I think that'll be a great idea."
You wrapped your arms around Levi's neck and kissed him. "I love you, Levi. I will do everything I can for us to be together more and I can be a mother to our sweet babies."
He massaged your hips and smiled. "I can't wait."
You hummed. "I better get ready to go in a few days."
"Can I help you pack?"
You shook your head. "No, I'll be all right."
On the days leading up to your leaving, you spent every waking moment with your two kids and husband. You went to parks and fun places, played games at home, slept under the stars, and made a fort in your home. You wanted to leave your family with wonderful memories and you wanted them also.
You held your bag in your hand and fought tears as your transport waited for you. You knelt before your kids, hugged them tightly, and showered them in kisses. "I will miss you both so much! Make sure to video call me with daddy as much as possible, okay?"
Evan nodded. "Yes, mummy."
Lilly whimpered. "Yes, mama."
You stood up and hugged Levi tightly. "I'll miss you so much."
Levi squeezed you. "I'll miss you too. I'll call you every night."
You kissed him and smiled. "Good."
He blushed and handed you a brown envelope. "For you."
You frowned a little. "What is it?"
He smiled. "The kids drew you some pictures. You're their hero."
You welled up. "Oh god, I can't cry." You cleared your throat. "Thank you so much, Evan and Lilly. I will treasure your drawings."
Levi whispered against your ear. "I'm gonna send you something special tonight of me."
Your cheeks burned as images fluttered through your mind. "Oh...oh I can't wait." You giggled and kissed him. "I'll see you soon. When I come back, I will have good news about being moved." You waved as you walked to the car. "Love you all!"
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A Messy Attempt at a Writeblr Intro
This is way overdue, but as my one-hundred-and-first post on the hellsite, I'll go ahead and tell you a little about me. Too much, perhaps. No matter - that's what I always do.
I'm Cassandra Erica, local girlish-shaped thing carrying she/they pronouns under each arm (despite how much more difficult it makes grocery shopping). I'm traumatized and so are mostly all of my characters, and they deserved it just as much as I did (none) but that's the cards they're dealt. By me. I swear, I tried to stop writing about childhood trauma, it just didn't work.
"So," you're wondering, "what have you written so far? What are you working on? Are you going to keep up this weird reflexive second-person perspective?" To answer back-to-front: no, many things, and not quite as many things. Here are some lists!
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RELEASED ON NOTSOCHEEZY.COM!
The Real Me (2022, Short Story)
There's something a bit off about businessman Mr. Shirley Jones. What's he hiding?
Three Takes on Death (2022, Short Story)
What might happen when we die?
Pink Bow (2022, Novella)
Who knew trying on one dress at the mall could change a person's entire life? Chris - or, uh, Kris - certainly didn't. Was it just a dress inside that box with the pink bow, or was it something more?
Plus some other things, don't worry about it.
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BRAIN CURDS
Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Here are some of the greatest hits!
Three. Two. One. (#31)
The Characters V The Author (#28)
The Frank Program #1 (#13)
Passable. #1 (#30)
Government Man #1 (#4)
The Heart Wants What It Wants (#39)
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WIP!
Anthill Theory (Short Film) Post-Production
An exploration of free will through a time loop that the protagonist doesn't know he's in.
Mercy's Ocean (Short Story) Awaiting Feedback
Alternate opening chapter for a Novel written by my high school English teacher.
Blue Rabbit (Short Story) Pre-Final
Sequel to A Covenant of Rust (see below). I keep telling myself I'm going to finally finish this one.
One Late Night Easter Morning (Short Story) First Draft
A chance encounter at a bar leads to late-night musings about humanity.
The Order of the Degenerati (Novel) Outlining
A secret society was formed after the tragedy of the holocaust to make sure it never happened again. Unfortunately, nowadays the most they can do is make YouTube videos go viral.
It Goes Up (Never Never NEVER NEVER NEVER) Complete
You will never read it.
Memories Retained (Novella?) Outlining
Ever had a dream where you were back in high school, before it all went to shit, and you decided to do something differently? Ever woke up and found out it really happened?
Dominic of the Darkness (Series?) Brainstorming/Partially Written
The antichrist is about to celebrate his sweet 666th birthday by breaking hell - that is, going to live on Earth for a week. Fan favorite for those in the know.
And MORE! THERE IS ALWAYS MORE!
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MY BOOK!(?)
Publishers don't seem super interested in collections of short stories, and I'm afraid a collection of short stories and novellas may make a literary agent's head explode, so expect to see Tales from Starved Childhoods as a self-published debut! It includes a fully rewritten new version of Everyone Has Their Price (2017); newly revised versions of Next Day Delivery (2017), The Real Me (2022), Three Takes on Death (2022) and Pink Bow (2022); and all-new stories such as:
A Covenant of Rust (2023, Novella)
A newlywed couple moves into a 1950s prefab home in early 2020, but finds more hidden beneath the surface than the floor plan could reveal. Will forgotten secrets and isolation bring them together, or tear them apart?
AND SOME OF THOSE WIPs UP THERE! THEY'RE WHY THIS ISN'T OUT YET!
Tales from Starved Childhoods is set to be the physical manifestation of my early career as a writer, so stay tuned and look for it someplace books are sold!
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If you'd like to be one of my readers or vice versa, don't hesitate to reach out! I'm always happy to have more eyes on what I'm making and I'm always happy to read something new. It helps with the burnout. I'm open to most any genre - I don't really think much about labels when coming up with ideas.
If you work for a publisher and you see something you like, send an email to [email protected]
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If you’re still open for vampyr requests, could you please write a triangle between reader, Jonathan and Geoffrey? Like, Geoffrey does not agree to share you with a BlOoDy LeAcH and tells you to choose one. :)
Authors Note: Ahh I love this request! I decided to go for Geoffrey as the main character of interest based on the request :) I kept it short and sweet!!
Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive Themes???
Geoffrey felt his entire body go rigid as the Doctor's remark. It was hard for Geoffrey to be affected by much of what anyone said, despite his quick to anger temper he was usually quite good at brushing comments off. But this one he felt right the way down to his bones. Besides, who says there isn't enough for the both of us? Heaven forbid you have to share something McCullum.
Share? Geoffrey wrecked his brain trying to decipher if the conversation had taken different turn without him realising or perhaps listening but no, they had been talking about you.
Your relationship with Geoffrey was fairly new, if it could even be called one at this point, he knew he'd made his feelings perfectly clear, hadn't he? Geoffrey'd doubt was growing rapidly as he turned silently and walked out of Reid's office, his name being called in question as he made his way down the hall of the hospital heading straight for the exit. He was sure, so sure you had picked up on his intentions. He scoffed. Intentions. He sounded like Reid, posh fucker he is, Geoffrey was under no illusions the Doctor could give you a better life but he stupidly as it seemed let himself believe your kindness towards Jonathan was just that, kindness. Now he wasn't so sure.
Geoffrey's legs seemed to move of their our accord, taking him quickly through the damp streets of London, past several of his men out on watch, who nodded quickly to him but he didn't pay them any mind beyond that. He didn't pay much attention to anything as he made his way quickly to your residence.
It was outside your door Geoffrey seemed to take control of his body once again, coming to an abrupt halt at the top of the steps leading to your door, the dark wood in front of him stopping him in whatever madness he was listening to. Geoffrey found he couldn't bring his arm up to knock, why was he here? To put things straight? What if there was nothing to put straight? What if you didn't feel the same way as he did and this was just a grand plan to make himself look like a damn fool. Cursing under his breath Geoffrey turned and made his way down the stone steps just as quickly as he went up them, his feet taking him back up the street.
Only two houses away and he heard his name called quietly, stopping him once again. He turned slowly to see you making your way towards him, a cardigan pulled around you to fight off the chilled air. "Geoffrey? What's wrong?" Your voice was full of worry, eyes searching his own to find some kind of answer as to why he almost knocked on your door at this hour.
Geoffrey was struggling to come up with an excuse, his frustration from tonights events still boiling his blood. "Nothing it's grand go back inside" Piss poor even for him, he knew so when your brows came together, he could see you didn't believe him. He sighed loudly, glancing around before blurting out. "So you're into the leech then are ya?"
Your eyes widened slightly before an even more confused look crossed over your features. "What?"
"Reid. The Doctor. You and him?"
"Me and him? Where is this coming from?"
"Look I don't want to be wasting my time and I'm not about to share ya with some bloody leech, so you best make your choice" His mouth was forming words faster than his mind was thinking them. "I do enough fighting every night, I don't want to be doing it in my own time as well"
When you didn't say anything Geoffrey felt himself growing more anxious and more agitated, surely your silence was answer enough. "Fine, I hope he makes you happy then" As he turned to go he felt your hand grip onto the arm of his jacket, pulling him back to face you.
"I just brewed tea, come inside?"
"No, thank you, I-"
"I would like you to explain what exactly it was that made you think you would be sharing me with anyone? I certainly don't want to be shared nor will I ever want to share you." Geoffrey looked at you fully now, your eyes never leaving his as you waited for his answer.
He cleared his throat, he could feel heat creeping up his neck.
When you both entered the house Geoffrey headed for the living room, following close behind he watched as you walked past him to the low table by the sofa, the crackling fire in front warmed the room. With heat already crawling up his body from the growing feeling he was about to feel like a complete idiot Geoffrey shrugged off his coat and sat down beside you.
You poured the tea quickly into two cups, no milk or sugar was added to Geoffreys but you added a splash to your own before turning to him. "So? Care to explain?"
"It was the fuckin' leech, he's always trying to piss me off"
"Do you ever consider that it may be because you give him an equally hard time?" Geoffrey grunted, holding the cup in his hands, his thumb tracing along the rim avoiding looking at you.
"Geoffrey" When his eyes flicked up he noticed you placed your cup down, your hand was outstretched wanting to take his own cup from him. Once the cups were placed back on the table you moved, gracefully and quickly lifting your leg over Geoffreys, settling onto his lap, your face close to his.
It wasn't difficult to remember the first time you'd done this, he felt a fool that was for sure, feeling like a schoolboy the first time you were this close and intimate with each other. He let his eyes flick down to your legs, the light dress you were wearing had ridden because of your position, his fingers traced softly along the skin of your thigh.
"Look at me" He couldn't help the little sigh that left his lips as he tilted his head back up to meet your gaze. He knew if anyone was watching over this they would say he's being childish but he didn't care. "What did Jonathan say?"
"The leech-"
"Geoffrey"
"Fine, fine. He just said something about there being enough for both of us, and something about me sharing. In regards to you" He watched as a smirk started to pull at your lips, you were trying not to smile or laugh. "What the fuck is so funny?"
"You are" Geoffrey tried to push you off but you grabbed his hands, placing them back on your thighs before leaning down to place a kiss on the side of his jaw. "Such jealously McCullum, I don't think I've seen you so worked up"
"I'm not jealous"
"Oh my apologies, here I was thinking you didn't want anyone else touching me"
"I don't" Your head snapped back up to look at Geoffrey and he realised all too late that, that was exactly the answer you had wanted, and the answer that proved your point as that playful smirk started to grown again. "Take that smug look off your face, I'm not in the humour for games"
You pouted at him but there was no genuine sadness in it, your hands came up slowly to his neck, pulling at the scarf he always wore, the fabric sliding against his skin as you pulled it off. "Not even a little?" You asked. He watched as your eyes travelled down to his lips and then further to his neck and chest, he could feel your eyes undressing him as they looked him over. "Perhaps I should see if Jonathan will play with me instead"
He knew you were looking for a reaction, he's sure he tried not to give you one, but the giggle that fell from you told him he didn't succeed. "Oh god if looks could kill" You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him to you, your lips placing a quick teasing kiss to his own. "You are the only man I want Geoffrey, regardless of what anyone else says, alright?"
Geoffrey rolled his eyes but grunted in agreement, allowing you to continue to cuddle against him. "You sure you're not tempted by the leech?"
He meant it as a jab, trying to keep a cool demeanour, but you took it as a challenge when you leant up smirking and whispered in his ear. "Well perhaps you should show me who I belong to, just to be sure"
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Some oral headcanons for Riddle, Idia and Epel (if you write smut for him). Both giving and receiving please 🔥🔥
Woohoo!!!! First ask EVER!!!! I hope u enjoy it aaaah, the reader in this scenario has no specific pronouns but fem body parts, since that’s what I’m most comfy writing with rn ;v; i will try to keep getting better the more i write!
A/N: This piece of writing is purely 18+ only. Minors do not interact.
Riddle Rosehearts x Reader
Giving
Riddle has never given oral, but he is fueled by his desire to please you!!
He offers it as some kind of reward for doing so well on an exam he helped you study for
Now, Riddle has certainly passed by the human anatomy images in textbooks and read about each person’s sexual body parts, learning about it in a very educational way. He usually blushed when he looked at the detailed images and quickly turns the pages.
Riddle would have researched different ways on how to please you before actually initiating anything; he wouldn’t want to completely blow it (pun intended) with you.
But learning about things in a book and actually practicing it would be completely different, he’ll come to find out!
He lets you sit on the edge of his bed while he kneels down in front of you, looking up at your face as he pulls your pants and underwear off
Riddle turns almost as red as his hair when he finally sees your leaking cunt, excited that he made you feel this way!
He watches your face intently as he listens to the noises you make, taking your body language into great consideration.
He focuses his energy on your clit and spends time building you up to your release
Riddle moans lightly as you cum, still licking you as you ride out your high
He wipes his mouth as he comes up to kiss you sweetly, teasingly asking you how it was, the smug bastard KNOWS he made you feel so good
Secretly plans on doing it more often because he wants to watch your face twist in pleasure because of him.
“Ah, my rose... did you enjoy that?” The redhead asked smugly, smirking at your form as he raises his head up. “I believe you really did, by the way you made such a mess on me...”
Receiving
Surprise surprise, Riddle ALSO has never received head!
Is a blushing mess when you offer it so casually during a heated makeout session!! But he can’t deny his beautiful rose, can he?
He remains seated on his chair as you knelt down on the floor, undoing his belt and pulling his bottoms down.
He’s extremely embarrassed because, he’s a bit average if not less than the average. Riddle’s worried you would judge him in that department, but when you stroke the precum leaking out of him with your finger he lets go of all of those doubts!
He can’t help but let out a groan and throw his head back when you give his cock a kitten lick from the base to the tip and then engulf him in your mouth.
Riddle tries to be quiet but you can hear his little gasps and you look up to see his eyes glazed in pleasure.
You also can’t help but let your hands explore his body,
He feels like he can’t control himself and grips your hair in his fingers, releasing in your mouth
If you swallow his cum, expect Riddle to freak out the first time, him completely flustered !! But also secretly turned on 😏
“Mmh,! S-so good...” Riddle’s panting as he finished. “E-eh?! You swallowed?! Why?!!” His face is burning by now. “My rose, let’s wash down that flavor with a sweet tart now, hm?”
Idia Shroud x Reader
Giving
It starts out with the two of you by yourselves in his room, sitting on the floor and playing games
Idia notices the way your thighs look thicker when you are sitting in a certain position, reminding him of a certain set of lewd doujinshi images he has masturbated to a few times
You catch Idia staring, fixated at your thighs and quickly catch on
You have to be the one to initiate anything since you know Idia is not the type to!
When you get up to lay down on his bed, Idia actually manages, somehow, to ask you to sit on his face! You’re surprised he would even initiate anything at all!
You’re embarrassed but seeing the way his eyes look so lustful when you lower your hips to meet his mouth, it spurs you on and gives you some confidence!
He lowkey wants you to suffocate him with your thighs..... he won’t tell you that in person though!
Idia hasn’t done this before, but he has watched a lot of hentai scenes of eating out, so he tries to mimic the same actions and is met with your high pitch moans!
When he feels you squeezing his head when you’re close to cumming he uses his hands to keep you in place, not letting you pull away
When he sees and hears you orgasm he swears he could just die a happy man right then and there!!
“A-ah.. this was so much better than my fantasies.... Y/N, you truly are my SSR character...” you heard Idia muttering into your thighs as he lays there, looking even more happy than you were at the moment! You had to wonder, “was this for my enjoyment or his?”
Receiving
Idia would definitely want you to give him head while he is gaming or coding 👀
Personally I see him as really horny but never brave enough to really initiate things verbally
Idia would have a pink flush on his face as he asks if you could suck him off
He makes sure that he was able to tell Ortho to go out and run some errands for the dorm which he knew would take a little while
He would probably be on his gaming chair, with you on your knees in front of him
Idia would bite his shirt or the sleeve of it while feeling you lick at his cock, sighing heavily once you start to pick up your speed
If he is gaming though, he turns off his mic and releases short gasps and sighs of pleasure, trying to prove he is great at what he’s doing by being distracted but still winning
He would definitely tell you when he was close to cumming, planning to pull out. Depending on if you decide to swallow or have him pull out, either scenario would be a win for him.
The idea of having his seed in your mouth or painting your pretty face only serves to turn him on more :)
By the way DEFINITELY don’t tease him by saying you’ll wear kitten ears the next time you blow him, he will be adding them to his online shopping cart within the next .5 seconds
“Oh- Oh Great Seven- That was close..!” Idia groans, accompanied by the sounds of his rapid movement on his controllers. Once he notices you swallow his cum, he instantly turns pink and you swore his hair flashes red for a moment! “I-..... you didn’t need to... do that..” he turns away from your gaze.
Epel Felmier x Reader
Giving
Epel definitely wants to prove he’s a man who can provide to his partner!!
He would not be forceful, but offer to treat you and take an initiative! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
Epel gives you plush pillows to lay down on his bed and makes sure to have his apple scented candles on to set the mood~
He secretly asked Rook for advice but you don’t need to know that LOL
Epel is definitely the type to be shy internally but tries to cover up that fact by trying to be dominant, but not too over the top. He wants to be respectful of your boundaries
Epel will try to use his fingers as well - using them to tease your nipples or play with your dripping hole~
Rook told him to do that LOL
When you look down you’re met with the lavender haired boy looking up into your eyes with a determined yet lustful gaze, cheeks tinged with pink ❤️
When he finally brings you close to your release, he works his pink tongue more aggressively as he watches you come undone~
What a hardworking farm boy! We love :)
“Well, how was that? Wasn’t that something a real man would do for his woman?” He asked you, a big grin on his face when you nod your head and smile at him.
Receiving
You totally catch Epel off guard when you ask to give him a blowjob!!
He became a blushing mess and was shy, at first.
However, you sorta made him a bit mad and told him his dick was cute, no matter how big it was, describing HOW it was cute in great detail!
Epel tried to conceal his feelings but once he felt you wrap your lips around the tip of his dick, he lost himself.
He grabbed your head a bit roughly, “I’ll show you how cute I can be...” as he fucked your face (with your consent!)
Hey, you know the repercussions of calling him cute, and how much he hates it!
If he notices you don’t like how rough he’s being, he will stop being rough once he notices your body language and if there are tears pricking your eyes he gets pretty worried!
However if you DO like it, Epel will definitely keep going at it, and fuck your face faster once he feels his release coming.
You look up at his face while he released inside your mouth and you see his eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Epel’s releasing moans that are throaty and similar to his “real” voice he hides from everyone.
He’s a blushing, panting mess once you’re through with him!
“Sh-shit!!” Epel grips your hair tightly as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat, simultaneously releasing his seed and showing his dominance. “You... were amazing...” he pants, too tired out to even care about how he sounded at the moment.
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