#cutest shit i’ve ever written
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king hargrove — b. hargrove
summary: billy never saw himself as a dad, but he’d never trade his two little girls for anything— even when they ask him to dress up like a princess and have a tea party with them.
warnings: tooth-rooting fluff. like eating two bags of cotton candy and chasing it with a 72 oz. big gulp soda at the state fair. brief mentions of billy’s upbringing (not detailed). bee’s full name is beatrice but she’s called bee. oh and a mention of mechanic!billy. no use of “y/n”. first fic i’ve written and actually finished in…months? i think?? that’s about it really.
pairings: billy hargrove x fem/mom!reader
word count: 1.7k
author’s note: i told y’all motherfuckers i was gonna give billy something happy, and here it is!! it’s the most i’ve written in about two weeks and y’all can thank this lovely goon: @bookshelf-dust for that. anyway, as always likes and reblogs (especially reblogs) are greatly appreciated, i just ask that you DO NOT copy and repost my writing and claim it as your own!! — xo, morgan🖤
Billy Hargrove was many things. A bad influence, a womanizer, some might even say an antagonizer, of sorts. And while he’d agree to being all of those things before he met you, if someone would’ve told him that he’d become the father to a little girl in the spring of 1989, and then again in the summer of 1991, he would’ve told them they were crazy.
But now as he sat at the ridiculously small white dining table set, on the floor with his legs outstretched rather than in one of the dainty chairs that he was sure would crumble under his weight, he was certain that he wouldn’t trade this life for anything.
“Daddy, you gotta wear it.” Bee, your youngest daughter, had shoved a pink feather boa at him, making him jump back.
“Pleeeease? And this?” Juno, your eldest daughter had asked, holding a tiny plastic tiara out to him, “pretty please?”
“Okay okay.” Billy held his hands up, finally accepting defeat before letting Juno place the tiara on his head as he took the boa, wrapping the feathered accessory around his neck, then smiling for his girls.
Lord, if the guys at the mechanic shop knew about this, they’d never stop giving him hell over it.
“You look pretty.” Juno giggled at him as she pretended to pour two cups of tea.
“Pretty, huh?” Billy chuckled, “I don’t think the pink goes with my shirt.” He tugged at the material of his dark red shirt, showing how it contrasted.
“Oh well.” Bee shrugged, “gotta wear it.”
“Bossy.” Billy couldn’t help but laugh at the miniature version of himself, but if anyone asked where Bee got it from, he’d say it was from you.
“Get it from my daddy.” Bee didn’t miss a beat with her response, further showing just how much she was like her dad. All Billy could do was smile to himself, knowing that she was right.
Before he knew it, Juno had offered him an empty teacup, and he’d be damned if he turned it down. The floral patterned cup was abnormally tiny in his hand, but he still brought it up to his lips, pretending to take a drink.
“Pinky up.” Juno was quick to correct him, wiggling her tiny pinky at him.
At first, Billy looked confused. Why did he need to have his pinky up?
He felt Bee’s little hand grab at his, trying her hardest to raise his pinky.
“You’ve gotta put your pinky up, daddy.” She tried to pry his pinky from the tiny cup handle, giggling as Billy fought back with her.
“Daddy!” She whined, pouting at him. It didn’t take much for Bee to get her way. All she had to do was get those big ocean blue eyes a little misty, and she’d convince anyone to get her whatever she wanted— mostly her dad and her uncle Steve.
“Alright, alright.” Billy raised his pinky, waving it at Bee, “better?”
Bee simply nodded, appeased with her dad’s actions as she sipped her fake-tea.
You’d been carrying a basket full of laundry when you’d heard the giggling coming from the girls’ room. Instead of going on your way to the laundry room, you’d stopped just out of sight, leaning against the wall beside the doorway to listen in. Though you had to admit, seeing Billy in a tiara was quite the spectacle.
“You’re the king of the castle!” Juno exclaimed, quickly jumping up from the wooden chair to twirl around, her yellow polka-dot skirt twisting around her, the sleeves of her white blouse flowing from the small breeze she’d created.
“Is that so?” Billy watched as Bee joined in with her sister, both of them twirling around the table, skipping and jumping over their scattered toys.
“Mhm.” Bee agreed, “you’re the king. The king makes the rules.”
“I dunno about that, kiddo.” Billy snorted, “I would say I’m pretty influential around here though.”
“Infuwentual?” Bee stopped in her tracks, a bewildered look on her face. She struggled with the word, but Billy had quickly realized his mistake by using a big word.
“Influential.” He gently corrected her, “it means that daddy’s got a lot to do and say with what happens around here.”
Bee nodded, seemingly understanding the meaning of the new word. “So you make all the rules?”
“Not necessarily, babygirl.” Billy shook his head, smiling. “I do get to help make them though.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.” Bee crossed her arms, expressing that she didn’t agree with that decision— or whoever made it. Clearly an attitude she’d picked up from her father.
You smiled to yourself at that. Of course you and Billy made the rules together, and it was a very delicate balance of give and take between the two of you. But if your little girl could have it her way, she’d be running the world in no longer than two weeks’ time.
“But that’s how the world works, Bee.” Billy shrugged, “what can you do?”
Bee sat for a moment, seemingly contemplating her choices. Finally she spoke, and her little voice carried so much certainty with it, that even you were sure you’d let her have whatever she demanded. “Become the queen.”
“You wanna become the queen, is that right?” Billy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, feigning shock.
Bee nodded proudly, her plastic tiara nearly falling from her head.
“Well, you’ve gotta be a princess for now.” Billy had made it fairly obvious that he could match his daughter’s sass, “you do such a good job at that already.” He adjusted her tiara, making sure it was straight again.
“‘Course I do.” Bee sounded almost offended, “I am the princess.” She annunciated the word, only to add emphasis.
“Yeah, the mean princess.” Juno stuck her tongue out at her younger sister, knowing that Bee would retaliate.
“How rude!” Bee tossed one of the little building blocks at Juno, pouting.
“Meanie.” Juno threw a block back at her, which Billy had caught with astonishingly quick reflexes, making both of his daughters’ eyes widen.
“Girls.” Billy’s voice was firm, yet gentle with them, “that’s enough.”
“Sorry…” both girls mumbled, afraid to even look at each other.
“Neither of you are in trouble.” Billy felt the need to clarify, as he always felt like the bad guy when he had to scold them, “you just can’t call each other names and be mean to each other.”
The girls nodded in unison, showing that they understood the ground rules.
Since Billy had become a father, he’d become more gentle and less abrasive. He’d never once yelled at either of your girls, choosing to raise them with the kind of gentleness and unconditional love that you’d find in a family movie— the kind of home that Billy wasn’t lucky enough to have growing up.
He’d be damned if he didn’t give his little girls the best life they could possibly have though. Juno was the surprise baby, and sure money got tight at times, but he always worked extra shifts and overtime to make sure she had everything she needed and wanted. Then when Bee came along, Billy had been promoted to assistant manager, which came with a nice paycheck every week that was more than enough to support your little family.
Instead of continuing on to the laundry room, you decided instead to turn on your heel, heading back to the living room with a bright, almost dopey smile on your face from witnessing possibly the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. You set the basket of laundry down on the couch, making your way to the kitchen where you began to prepare dinner.
After about twenty minutes, Billy had gotten himself out of the princess tea party by claiming that he had ‘kingly duties’ to attend to, and while the girls were upset over it, they allowed him to leave.
“Mmm,” Billy hummed as he approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, then he inhaled the aroma of the kitchen, “whatcha making?”
“Spaghetti.” You responded with a giggle, “or as Bee calls it, ‘pasghetti’.”
“She’ll get it eventually.” Billy chuckled, “she’s got her mama’s brains for sure.”
“And your attitude.” You laughed, scrunching your nose, “what a killer combo.”
“Tell me about it.” Billy grinned, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your neck.
“William.” You scolded him, giggling as you shimmied out of his grasp, “not here.”
Before Billy could even put some space between the two of you, Juno and Bee had come barreling down the stairs, stopping just at the threshold between the kitchen and living room.
“Can we have ice cream for dinner?” They both asked, their puppy dog eyes on full display.
You looked at Billy, a brow arched as you continued to stir the pasta noodles.
“Don’t look at me.” Billy held his hands up, shaking his head, giving you that million-dollar smile of his, “I didn’t tell them they could”.
“But you’re the king!” Bee shouted, the anticipation was clear in her voice.
“And if the king says we can have ice cream for dinner…” Juno trailed off, looking up at her dad.
“I may be the king, but mama’s the queen. What she says goes around here.” Billy leaned over to press a kiss to your temple, knowing that the girls wouldn’t even try to argue with you over it. “Even I can’t get her to change her mind.”
Juno sulked, padding over to her chair at the table, seemingly having accepted defeat.
Bee took a big whiff of the air, then smiled. “Mama, is that pasghetti?”
“It is spaghetti”. You gently corrected, knowing she still wouldn’t say it right anyway. “Go sit at the table with your sister and I’ll make you a plate.”
“Okay.” She chirped, nearly sprinting to the dining table, taking the seat right next to Juno.
Billy watched as the girls chatted amongst themselves, their senseless babbling making his chest swell with pride and an almost overwhelming sense of joy. Everything he never knew he needed was right in front of him, and he wouldn’t trade it for the anything. He leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest as he felt that warm sense of comfort wash over him that he’d been waiting years for.
Seeing the opportunity to tease your husband, you took it without so much as a second thought, though you kept your focus on making dinner.
“You may be the king, but you make a pretty princess too.”
Billy’s eyes darted over to you, and he smirked to himself. He knew that arguing was pointless, because the queen was always right.
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a/n: i’ve written daddy!shota plenty of times, but i’ve never written about how it might have happened. so here’s a hc dump? there’s a lil smutty drabble at the end.
if this isn’t your kind of thing, pls just scroll and ignore.
tw: f!reader, daddy kink (obv), ddlg, mentioned age play, d/s dynamics, pet names: baby, babygirl, sweetheart, good girl
totally blindsided the first time someone whined out a shaky “daddy” underneath him in his early twenties. almost busted instantly. he knew daddy kinks were a thing, but that was something people joked about, wasn’t it?… at least that’s what he knew. he also knew he needed to hear it again, but shoved the thought away as the life of an underground hero took hold.
kayama was the one who called him out on it jokingly when she snickered and threw out an offhand, “okay, daddy,” in response to his being demanding and she earned a nasty glare. she proceeded to do that for the next week, and every time, shota had half a mind to shove her face into any surface he could find and fuck the attitude out of her. but he never did.
got absolutely shitfaced with some friends and drunkenly confided in kamaya as uncomfortable as it was. he wanted answers, wanted to know that he wasn’t some disgusting perv, and if anyone could understand, it would be her. while much more crass than he liked on the matter, she still had compassion.
thanks to kayama, shota soon finds places on the internet where real people are involved in “ddlg,” and a comfort settles in his chest knowing that what’s in his head actually exists.
there’s something that makes his body run hot seeing real people in innocent, frilly clothes, printed, childish panties, maybe an oversized pacifier between their lips, snuggling with the cutest plushies he’s ever seen…. he’s not sure what to make of that, and it takes time for him to figure it out.
by the time you meet shota a few years later, he’s figured out most of his likes and dislikes, he thinks. he’s considered or been in a d/s dynamic once or twice, but most of his “daddy kink” experience falls into “something i like to hear in the bedroom.”
he’s pretty perceptive and picked up that you might be that kind of person long before it came up. it’s in the small things - the way you get flustered with certain nicknames or a particular tone of voice, how much you enjoy it when he’s forceful or takes control, the way he can almost watch your brain short circuit with certain phrases, with how he insists on taking care of you, etc.
he’s probably not gonna tell you until you bring it up or it happens naturally; yeah, he wants it, but until you push him, he’s not the type to demand what he wants out of sex (or in general) in a romantic relationship because that takes work… and because most sex doesn’t involve romantic relationships for him.
when it does come out, there’s plenty of discussion. he’s open with you for the most part because he doesn’t see a reason not to be. no matter how hesitant you might be, he’s unfazed by anything you bring up; he’s been around the internet enough that he’s at least seen the whole spectrum - everything from “daddy is a nickname” to 24/7 dynamics heavy on age play.
the first time you let it slip and call him daddy is probably in bed. he’s just fucking you that good. your head is spinning and fuzzy at the same time. your voice is muffled by pillows or maybe you’re tucked into the crook of his neck, biting into his sweatshirt. it’s soft, hardly intelligible; in fact, you were desperately hoping he hadn’t heard you at all.
but shota’s hearing is sharp, and he knows that what just left your mouth sure as shit was not “baby.”
so he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. “what’s that, sweetheart?”
“huh? n-nothin, jus’ feels go-” you’re cut off as your jaw drops and you moan.
shota angles his hips slightly, pounding harder into the spot that had you trembling and seeing white moments ago.
“c’mon babygirl, what did you call me?”
you whine. heat rushes to your cheeks. “no, sho st-stop, please,” you plead softly.
“if you wanna fucking cum, you’re gonna repeat what you said,” he growls. “you hear me?”
another hesitant whimper as you clench around his thick cock. shota grunts from the sensation and concedes, opting for a bit of encouragement.
his tone is soft and low. “i need it. let daddy hear you, baby.”
a shudder runs over your skin, your voice more akin to a broken sob. “fuck daddy, fuc-nngh, please don’t stop.”
shota’s heavy groan hits your skin as he pants, and you keen in response.
“that’s it. that’s my good girl, shit.” he presses soft, warm kisses into your skin. “say it again.”
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𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖉.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : racer choso x fem reader
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : choso went off to the races, and you just couldn’t wait for him to come home!
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓: racer au! smut, real fluffy, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, love, teasing, fingering.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 4.5K
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from speed by kali uchis.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! this is probably the cutest shit i’ve ever written ughhh. anyways, i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
You don't really know what you got yourself into.
“Whatcha need done, doll?”
“Some coolant? I think…”
Choso gave you a smirk as he walked around your car, throwing his rag over his shoulder. He encouraged you to come over and look under your hood, one hand on your back as he leaned you over the car. He brought his other arm to you, almost wrapping around you but being respectful. And fuck, you didn’t want him to be. He took a stick out of a basin, holding it up so you could see.
“Looks like you need some oil, too.”
You definitely needed that damn coolant; his proximity to you was making you hot. If he’d been able to see your face, he’d see just how flustered you were without him even touching you.
“Ya think so?”
“Yeah, see, the liquid is supposed to be up to here; yours is down here.”
“What about the battery?”
“Lemme check.”
He walked around to it, pulling away from you as you gasped slightly.
“Yeah, we got a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
You leaned back against the door beside him, looking at him directly. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, licking his lips on the way up.
“You’ll need a new one.”
“Oh no! Can you fix that for me, too?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Boy, you think you know, but it just ain't that simple.
All these pet names were working you up, and you were sure he noticed. As he fixed your car, you sat on the bench in his garage, drinking one of the vintage cokes he left in the fridge. You’d seen him pour liquids into your car, something blue, which was the coolant, probably? You couldn’t really focus because he was shirtless now. It was a particularly hot day, one you didn’t think was hot enough to be shirtless, but then again, you weren’t the one working on a car. You could see how his abs flexed as he brought the wrench up to take the battery, glimmering in sweat as he wiped his face with a rag. Fuck, he was hot. You thanked Yuuji over and over for introducing you to him, which he probably didn’t even realize how hot he was, just a simple, ‘My brother upstate works on cars.’
“So, when’d you start workin' on 'em?”
“A few years ago, when I started building.”
“Where’s that at?”
“I’ll show you if you’re real patient.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, doll.”
With that, you shut up, not speaking to him again until he closed your hood, signifying he was done. He walked over to the sink he had in the garage, cleaning his hands and the oil off his arms. When he was done, he walked over to you, smiling as he saw your eyes widen at his approach.
“All done, princess.”
“Thank you so much; I don’t know what I would’ve done without you!”
You reached to pull out your wallet before he brought your hand down.
“No need.”
“You sure? I wanna pay you for your time!”
“Then let me take you out.”
“That’s all you want?”
He gave you a quick nod, walking across to sit the rag down on his workbench.
“Yeah? And what if I don’t want to?”
He brought his face down to yours, lips hovering close as he brought his hands on either side of your hips as you sat on the table.
“Then tell me no.”
You shuddered as he brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly, then pulling back to grab the keys to your car.
“Friday, 6 PM. Don’t worry ‘bout drivin’ all the way out here again; I’ll come get ya.”
I don't got the time; you should read between the lines.
That was about 8 months ago. Ever since, Choso had come up to see you every weekend, which turned into every few days, coming with flowers and gifts as he brought you into a big hug. Except for this past week, when he drove out of town for a car meet that was forever away. Something about finals or brackets, pretty much an important race. Which he’d won.
You got all dolled up, pretty heels and dress, wearing that perfume he got you and couldn’t get enough of and that necklace with his name on it. Because everyone had to know you were his. He was set to come at 7, flying back upstate by 6, and then the 45-minute drive. You nearly melted when he texted you, already on the road.
“Can’t wait to see you, princess.”
'Cause you're skimming through the pages, it's really looking dangerous.
You jumped around the room in anticipation, causing Mai to come and check on you, but at that point, you had already laid on your bed, giggling as you held your phone. You’d look at his Instagram when he was gone, stories of his car and posing with the trophy and the prize money. And what did he do with that prize money whenever he won? Ask the bubblegum pink 350z sitting in your driveway. You’d seen it at one of the meets a while back, so he bought one and worked on it for a couple of months, wrapped it in your favorite color, and surprised you with it on your birthday, in which you showed your satisfaction very nicely. When he first taught you how to drive it, you’d almost hit a tree, but after a couple of weeks, you were pretty good. So good, in fact, he encouraged you to enter the girl’s races after the main races went down. You were scared as fuck and pretty sure you’d piss yourself, but he believed in you, and that’s all you needed.
You hadn’t even checked your phone for the text he sent that he was pulling up; you’d heard the single exhaust humming down the street, a little backfire that you were sure scared the neighbors into thinking someone was shooting outside. You nearly ran out of your heels, grabbing your purse and waving bye to Mai. When Choso parked, he leaned against his car, preparing for what was coming next.
“Baby!!!”
You nearly tripped coming off your porch, and as he went to catch you, you jumped into his arms, causing him to chuckle.
“Miss me, princess?”
“So much, promise.”
“Fuck, I missed you too, baby.”
When I'm driving in your car, make me feel like I could do anything.
With that, he kissed you, still carrying you and walking to the car, opening the passenger door, but you weren’t ready to let go. You brought his neck to you, him pinning you against the car. You kissed him deeply, a kiss that said you never wanted him to leave again, and he kissed you right back, one that said he’d never want to leave again. But with all that distance, Choso was pretty damn horny.
He raised his hands to fondle your ass, groping the skin as you giggled into his mouth. Feeling a little more frisky, he brought his hands under your dress, tangling his fingers in your thong. He’d moved his lips down, you still giggling as he smiled into your neck. Swiftly, he pulled your thong down, bringing it off your legs as he sat you back down. He kissed you one last time, smacking your ass as you sat in the seat, closing the door, and stuffing your panties in his pocket. He sat in the driver’s seat, bringing your hand up to kiss it, making you blush.
“Ready, princess?”
But I do not have the drive; I'm in desperate need of your speed.
Baby, I can feel it coming; tell me, is it coming true?
As you two drive down the freeway, he’d do what he did best. Racing against some bastard, they’d always pull up next to him, signaling that they wanted to race, and who was he to say no? Especially when he knew he’d win, using the freeway as a warm-up for the festivities later. There were plenty of times that the cops would catch wind, which was obviously a bad idea because there was no way they were catching up to him and the other driver, and when he’d pull off to calm down for a bit and get the cops off his ass, he’d be so high on adrenaline that he’d fuck you in the backseat. Which you were currently itching for.
“Baby?”
“Mmhm?”
“Need you…”
“Hate to make you wait, but I promise I’ll take real good care of you later.”
You had your arms around his arm, never too tight, allowing him the space to shift gears. You pull away with a pout, slinking in the seat as you get on your phone.
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Yeah, what’re you gonna do about it?”
He knew you were waiting for him to give in, but he wasn’t fallin’ for it.
“Well, I was thinking about helpin’ ya out, but ya keep actin’ like that, and I’ll make ya wait till after the races. All of them.”
With that, you fixed your face and returned to being bubbly again. You brought your hands up to the top of your dress, pulling the top down to expose your cleavage, giving him those fuck me eyes. God, it was hard to say no to you. Whenever he did, you’d do something like that. And what was the result? Him rubbing your clit for a bit, not letting you cum, though, because only good girls get to do that.
Maybe it was going perfectly the way you planned it to.
As you two pulled up to the meet, he parked towards the back, always scared that somebody would hit his car, which he was totally trippin’ about. Except that one guy that guy did hit his car, and he beat the shit out of him in front of everyone there, you bandaging his knuckles up later. You knew he got a lil’ angry sometimes, but never at you, so you didn’t really care if he intimidated half the guys he met. Especially the ones that tried to flirt with you. He wasn’t completely evil; he’d ask the guy to walk away first, but when they insisted on still talking to you, he’d punch their jaw, sometimes knocking their teeth out. Oh well.
He helped you out of the car, pulling down your dress as you got out to not flash anyone, reaching your hand to his pocket to take your panties back, but then he’d turn and give you that look, which you smirked at and retreated.
Lately, I've been thinking all I really wanna do is go faster. Can we go faster?
“Choso, my man!”
“Yuuji, you made it!”
“How could I miss it? You came all the way up here to race, so had to see ya…”
He turned to look at you with a smirk, looking back at Choso.
“I’m sure you had other reasons, of course.”
You laughed at his comment while Choso flipped him off. The three of you walked up to the crowd of guys by the front who were arguing. A good look, and it was obvious they were arguing over a race from the other day. Two of the guys you’d recognized from a couple of weeks back were going back and forth, one telling the other that he owed him money out of the pot and the other guy insisting that he didn’t have to pay because he won the race.
“Will you guys just shut the fuck up?”
Everyone turned to look at Choso in shock. What the hell was he doing? He was practically begging to get added to the argument. You retracted your arm a bit, preparing for the damage that was about to happen.
“Choso, you motherfucker!”
“Where’ve you been? I’ve had to race cheap ass bastards like this.”
“Hey, you know what? Go fuck yourself.”
They were actually excited to see him? You hadn’t gone to a meet in a while, so you were wondering why everyone was so happy to see him all of a sudden. As they patted his back and dapped him up, you refrained, pulling Yuuji to the side.
“What is going on?”
“He won out there; he was representing for the state. Didn’t he tell you he was going to finals?”
Fuck, he did. You hadn’t really paid attention to him when he said he was leaving; your sadness got in the way of that. Your boyfriend had a major accomplishment; you hadn't even congratulated him. You’d make it up to him lat-
“You okay, princess?”
“Yeah, just a little chilly, that’s all.”
“I’ll go get my jacket.”
“No, babe, I’m fine, promise!”
He could tell you weren’t fine. He wasn’t gonna pry, though, instead talking to the other guys about the rules of the race for tonight. You wish you knew a little more about what they were talking about, something about crosses and jumps? What was that? You pondered until Choso grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the car and leaning against the door.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I just, I kinda just forgot something really important to you.”
“What?”
“The finals thing.”
“Babe, that’s what you’re worried about? I could care less about the race; I’m just happy to see my girl again.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, now come back over; hate to leave and fuck you this early.”
You felt better, but he was fucking with you. He walked over to the driver’s side, yelling at the group.
“Stop chattin’ and come ready up!”
Something in the air; I really just don't wanna take it slow.
Choso had a few cars, but since he’d won out west, his TTRS was like his good luck charm. It was a pretty burnt orange, with red leather seats on the inside and one of the fiber optic ceilings that made the top of the car look like stars at night. Most of the time, he didn’t let you drive in it, implying it might be a little too dangerous, but since he won, he’d wanted you to drive in it all the time from now on. His girl and his car, he felt like a winner for sure.
The first race was guys who’d been racing when he was gone, a couple Supras and Civic’s, then more of the expensive cars, like Trackhawks and McLaren’s. It was a little hard to pay attention with choso groping your ass the whole time. You two stood behind his car, towards the back, as he waited for his turn. Damn, he was a tease, especially when he groped right at the inner part of you, centimeters away from touching your lips. Then, he’d talk to you the whole time.
“That one has a body kit, and that one has a stock engine.”
And when you’d moan and squirm more than he wanted you to, he’d slap your ass and stop.
“You’re paying attention, right?”
“Yes…”
“Good girl.”
He knew what he was doing to you, but he didn’t really care. The idea of you being hot and ready as you waited for him to win was riling him up, but he couldn’t let himself get too hard; he still had shit to do. After the third race, it was Choso’s turn, and he was going against a M340, which he said was a pretty fair matchup. He hopped in the driver’s seat, pulling the car around and getting prepared. As they heated the lanes to grip the tires, he shot you a smile, and you gave him two thumbs up. You thought flagging looked so fun, but Choso was too nervous that would be the day a motherfucker crosses too much and hits you. Nonetheless, they started revving their engines.
After they took off, you’d started recording; he always appreciated when you took little clips for him to post later. As they began pulling back, you started looking over the footage. You were shivering a little bit, and right about now, you were wishing you’d taken the offer on that jacket.
“You cold?”
You turned to look at the guy who had started talking to you. He was a cocky bastard, for sure. He’d worn a jacket with his team’s logo; you hadn’t seen it before, probably someone new who came when Choso was gone. Yuuji hadn’t raced that week, so you couldn’t ask him either. A guy behind him was pulling on his sleeve, trying to get him to stop.
“I’m fine, thanks.”
“No problem, baby girl. You enjoying the race?”
God, you wish this guy would fuck off.
“Yeah, I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
“Oh really? He left a pretty girl like you all by yourself? Sounds like a pretty fucked up boyfriend.”
“Hey, you should really-”
“Who the fuck are you?”
If we waste the time, I think it might just make me miserable.
You hadn’t even realized Choso had finished his race; you were too busy trying to get this guy to go away. He’d wrapped his arm around you, shooting a death stare at the guy.
“Oh, you're the bastard in the TTRS! Shame you left this little lady alone; anything could’ve happened to her.”
“You got a fuckin’ problem? Keep talkin’ about her like that, and I’ll have your ass. What you can’t fuckin’ read?”
He held up your necklace, the one with his name on it; despite the fight that was probably gonna happen, it made you blush that he was claiming you like that.
“Choso, huh? You think you’re hot shit cause you won out there? Someone had to hold shit down around here while you were gone.”
Choso grabbed the guy by the shirt, about to fight him, when Yuuji intervened. He held up the sheet with the matchups; looked like this fucker was up against him next. Choso reluctantly let the guy go, smirking as he rubbed down his face.
“Whatcha drivin'?”
“Hellcat, modded, bitch.”
“So nut up or shut up, motherfucker.”
The guy left to bring his car around, leaving you and Choso to walk around to his car, already in position from the last race. You nuzzled your face in your chest as he kissed your forehead. Before he let you go, he grabbed his jacket from the backseat, putting it on you. He was still a little horny, though. He brought his lips to yours, leaning you against the car, kissing you deeply as he brought one of his hands under the jacket, groping your tit. The other one? Flipping that bastard off as he got in his car.
“Gonna take care of his ass, stay with Yuuji til I get back, ‘kay? Hold on, I got a better idea.”
You gave him a quick nod as he pulled you over to a couple of guys towards the middle, interrupting their conversation and dapping them up.
“What’s up, bro?”
“I want her to flag.”
“You got it.”
You nearly jumped for joy. He was gonna let you flag? To be fair, it was probably so he could prove a point to that asshole, but you didn’t really care because you were too excited at the opportunity. One of the guys showed you how to do it, bringing a hand up, then down real fast. You had to wait for both of them to rev their engines, then give the signal about ten seconds later; the reaction time to the signal usually determined the race, so you had to be really careful.
So, you were. Yuuji and some other guys held the back of Choso’s car; good luck for take off. You stepped in the middle and did just what he’d said, him giving you a thumbs up from the sidelines. The cars sped past you fast, wasting no time. You ran back to Yuuji, who was super proud, of course. Now, you guys just had to wait.
Lately, I've been thinking all I really wanna do is go faster. Can we go faster?
“How’s it feel, you shit-talkin' motherfucker?”
“Aye, go fuck yourself!”
Yuuji started yelling at him the second he got out the car, grabbing his share of the bets. Choso got out and walked over to you, picking you up and kissing you hard.
“You did so good, baby!”
“Me? That flagging was great, princess.”
Choso flipped the guy off, walking you to the car and letting you in. He walked over to Yuuji, who handed him the stack of cash he’d won and dapped him up, shooting you a little wave. You waved back as Choso put the money in a bag in the backseat. With a hand on your thigh, he drove off.
“Choso…”
“Yeah, I know, baby. We’ll be home in about thirty minutes.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“Well, you’ll have to, princess.”
You shot him lust-filled eyes, reaching your hand over to massage his dick through his pants. He sighed and pulled off on the next exit.
You better hit your brakes ‘fore you crash, boy, crash.
He’d pulled into a park towards the back of the parking lot. Once he parked, you were already on him, climbing into the driver's seat to straddle him as he adjusted it. You wasted no time bringing his face to yours and kissing him roughly, which caused him to pull you back by your neck, licking the skin there as you rubbed your bare pussy against his jeans. You didn’t really care if you’d stained them, just looking for any sort of relief from the teasing he’d given you all night.
“Slow down, princess. Wanna take things slow.”
“But baby, it’s been so long! Need you now!”
You brought his fingers down to your pussy, rubbing them against your clit. You started moaning into his neck as he removed his hands, leaving you whimpering for his touch.
“You don’t fuckin’ listen.”
He pulled your hips forward so he was face to face with your tits, pulling your top down and immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You threw your head back and groaned, convinced you’d probably cum soon from being touch deprived for so long. Simultaneously, he brought his hands up to pull the fabric of your dress up, ass fully exposed as he slapped it and massaged it. He made you feel so good, but you knew you wanted more. You were gonna say anything to get him to hurry up.
“Baby…”
“Yeah?”
“Need to feel you cum inside.”
That brought something out of him. He’d sat you up a bit so he could undo his jeans, pulling his pants and briefs down so his dick was exposed. You moved it under yourself, trying to position yourself over it, and once you were? Well, Choso slammed you down on it. He didn’t want to be too rough with you; he originally planned to make love to you when you guys got back, make you cum a few times before he fucked you. But you were so damn horny, it made that idea impossible. He began bouncing you up and down on his dick, slapping your ass as he focused on how your tits were moving from the gravity of his thrusts. You were so blissed out that you couldn’t even think straight. He was fucking the shit out of you, and you were enjoying every second of it. It had been so long (literally a week) since he’d stretched you out, and you couldn’t help but moan his name over and over.
You better hit your brakes ‘fore you crash, boy, crash.
“That’s it, baby, say my name.”
“Choso…”
“How bad did you miss me?”
“So baddd….”
“Yeah, that’s why you’re actin’ like this?
“Yessss.”
He was fuckin’ your brains out, barely able to make coherent sentences. And he fuckin’ loved it. Watching you melt over his dick as fucked into you on that one spot that had you grippin’ his shoulders and stuttering while you moaned. Fuck, you made him so happy. Before you came up to see him all those months ago, Yuuji had shown him a picture of you, explaining that you were his friend and would need your car worked on. He told Yuuji right then and there he was gonna make you his girl, which Yuuji just jabbed his shoulder and wished him good luck. Now, here you were.
“Gonna cum for me baby?”
“Yes, Choso, fuck right there!”
“Right here?”
“Don’t stop, baby!”
He watched as you came undone over top of him, putting your face on his shoulder and screaming his name as he fucked you through it. He wasn’t gonna lie; the feeling of your pussy cumming on him drove him crazy. So crazy; in fact, he filled you up, just like you asked him to. You felt so good, finally getting fucked after so long. He still held your hips, sinking you back and forth until he got overstimulated. He slipped you off and sat you back down, kissing you softly before sitting you back in the passenger seat. He put his pants back on and started the car, fixing your dress and putting his hand back on your thigh.
“You good princess?”
“Uh-huh.”
When I'm driving in your car make me feel like I could do anything.
You thought you were off the hook, really. When you guys came home, he washed you up, put one of his shirts on you, and put you to bed with him, drifting sleep. That was until you pulled your leg over his, tits pressing against his chest. And fuck, you looked so sexy in his shirt, no panties on, slightly moving your hips against his side. He slid down and brought your legs over his shoulders, making you giggle as he looked up at you. He started by licking his tongue through your lips, licking up your precum as his hands massaged your thighs. You started squirming when he moved your lips out of the way to get direct access to your clit. He felt so good, a little too good, in fact.
“Baby, not so fast; I’m gonna cum real soon!”
“Oh, “not so fast” now? Where was that in the car?”
He picked up his pace, causing your body to jerk as you prepared to cum again. He chuckled into you as you called out his name, gripping his hair as he brought you to your climax. It was so intense you damn near ripped his hair out. But he didn’t care about that. He kissed the outside of your lips gently, trailing them all the way up your body until his lips met yours. He brought you back into his embrace as you fell asleep, for real, this time.
But I do not have the drive;
The next morning, you’d wake up super early, surprising after the evening before, but you were just so excited to show him the clips you got. Then you showed him pics you took while he was gone and the video Mai took of you as you attempted to change the fuse for your headlight, which you didn’t so he’d fix it later. Nonetheless, you were his girl, and despite all of this car shit, you were all he really needed.
I'm in desperate need of your speed.
♱ the song used in this story is speed by kali uchis. 🖤
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hi!! love your work!! what about a jamie tartt piece where reader is a theatre actress or something more “nerdy” and the team finds out??
I am SO SORRY that this took so long to write!! Thank you for requesting!!
damned if i do give a damn what people say
No one can figure out how you and Jamie met. Every time they ask, they’re given a different answer.
“She’s my old forensic optometrist.” “He ran over my goldfish with his car.” “We met years ago while skydiving underwater and just reconnected.”
No one is quite sure the real answer. You and Jamie have been together exactly two months and one day, and it feels like you just appeared from out of nowhere, brought to life by Jamie’s need to never fucking be alone.
It’s not till you’re out at Ola’s with the team when Keeley says, “Ohmigod no fucking way, I know who you are!” that they piece it together.
“You’re on West End! You’re in their production of Midsummer Night’s Dream! Rebecca took me two weeks ago, and I can’t fucking believe I didn’t recognize you! You literally have one of the biggest roles, and you’ve been right in front of me the whole fucking time! I really enjoyed it, by the way,” she continues, “Usually don’t like Shakespeare, but I actually understood it this time!”
You feel like you’re melting from embarrassment, shrinking into Jamie’s arm thrown around your shoulders.
It’s one thing to be on stage, saying someone else’s words to strangers you’ll never see again. It’s another thing entirely to use your own words in front of people you desperately want to like you.
Richard overhears and says, “Oh, that’s how I know you! Jan Maas, Isaac, and I saw it a week and a half ago. It was well-written, for an Englishman.”
“Hold up, bruv,” Isaac interjects, “is that how you two met?”
You shrug, but Jamie isn’t letting you shirk away from this conversation.
“That’s right,” he says proudly. “Keeley was always on me to be more cultured and shit, so I thought I’d go see a play. Made Sam go with me.”
Sam nods from the other side of the table. “She walked on stage and I literally thought he was going to jump up and propose. He was starstruck.”
The group laughs. The idea of Jamie Tartt being starstruck is something else.
“Hold on Jamie,” Ted calls from across the room, “I thought you didn’t like the theater?”
Jamie shrugs. “I don’t. Fucking hate it actually, just didn’t hate that one. Went and bought a ticket every night I was available, just so I could see her. Figured, what’s the point in being a famous footballer if I can’t land a pretty actress?”
Your face is on fire. On stage, it’s covered with thick layers of makeup. You do not feel comfortable around all of these athletic, beautiful, self-assured people. You feel comfortable putting on the disguise that is Helena of Athens. Her cry to the weary night had resonated in your soul the first time the stage manager brought Jamie backstage for a tour. Your heart had picked up to an unhealthy pace the moment you locked eyes, something that was not unnoticed by your romantic costar, the actor playing Demetrius. He had elbowed you and then made himself blessedly scarce, taking note of the way Jamie’s eyes had been scouring the room for you as soon as he walked in.
He told you later that he scared off the rest of the cast and crew, threatening them with hellish rehearsals and the promise to eat Indian food while in full costume if they “didn’t leave you and that bloody gorgeous footballer alone. I mean, come on people, do you really want her to be single forever?”
You bought him an expensive coffee and $60 foundation as a thank you. He made you promise to invite him to the wedding.
You’re shaken from your thoughts by Ted saying, “Well, isn’t that just the gosh-darn cutest thing I’ve ever heard. You’ll make Jamie a theater nerd yet. Have him singing show tunes on the pitch.”
“You already make us do that, coach,” Jamie retorts, and the room descends into laughter. You join in, feeling comfortable with where you’re at; Jamie’s arm on your shoulder, your hand on his thigh, accepted by the people he loves.
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Random owlhouse hc idea fo you
Reader barely gets called their actual name and is called a nickname to the point no one really know their name til someone asks if their name is actually the nickname and reader is like “ ha no”
My main thing is their nickname is a animal Mabye because their palismen is it
Nicknames || The Owl House
Synopsis - Various TOH characters asking if your nickname, which corresponds to your Palismen, is your real name.
Warnings - Many references.
Okay, side note.
My Palismen, he’s a frog with axolotl gills. 100% contemplating if I should add a shark fin. I don’t know what to colour him yet:(
Anyway-
A/n - If you want a part with the adults, let me know :D
Requests are opened; headcanons only
A list of nicknames corresponding to certain animals:
↳ Ferrets = Ferry (pronounced - fairy), kit
↳ Frogs = Froggy, Froppy, Mcfly, Kermit, Amphibia, Sprigs
↳ Birds = Chickie, Chica, Beaks, Fumikage, Ellie (I dunno know, your palismen might be an eagle), karasu (crow in japanese, according to google), Hedwig
↳ Duck = Ducky, Duckus, Qaucker, Waddles, Snickers
↳ Pig = Mabel, Waddles
↳ Cat = Garfield, Sphynx, Ghoul (corresponds to amity’s Palismen), kitkat, whiskers
↳ Deer = Antler, Specks (some deer have white dots on there fur, and it’s super pretty!), velvet (for when their antlers regrow), Bambi
↳ Spider = Webbs, Charlotte, Fang, Silky
Amity Blight
↳ You got your palismen when you were relatively young. Like 5 or sum-
↳ And your parents had given you a nickname based of your palismen. Cause the both of you are absolutely adorable.
↳ So, basically the only time they used your real name is used when you were in trouble. (Good luck, lol)
↳ Anyway, Amity has known you as N/n for years at this point. You introduced yourself to her as N/n, everyone has always called you N/n, and you even write N/n as your name on tests.
↳ So she had no reason to suspect your name was infact different from what she and everyone else knew it as.
↳ Until you had been called in as a suspect of being involved with the human girl by Belos, where he had written your birth name on the letter you’d been sent.
↳ Amity was shocked. And very confused.
↳ Amity when she read your name on the letter:
↳ So she questioned you.
↳ “N/n, has one of Belos coven scouts messed up who the letter was for?”
↳ You: ”???🤨 no?”
↳ ???
↳ “But, N/n, I’m almost certain your name isn’t Y/n, or did they just mix your name up?”
↳ And now we’ve found the problem.
↳ Amity doesn’t know your real name!!
↳ “Amity, I’ve just realised I’ve never told you my legal name is Y/n.”
↳ “But, you write N/n on where you sign your name, even school work.”
↳ “Oh, right, when my parents put me in Hexside, they were given an option on the paperwork that I would be able to have a preferred name, and they put N/n as the optional option.”
↳ “Oh.”
↳ Amity questions everything now. Mainly things to do with you and Luz.
Edric Blight
↳ He dumb, but it’s okay cause so am I. ✊😔
↳ He thought your Palismen was based off of your name so…
↳ Emira slapped him upside the head.
↳ He felt bad, cause he thought he was the only one who called you that.
↳ “I’m really sorry if you felt offended by me calling you P/n, I just thought they were based off of you.”
↳ :(
↳ Our poor boy 😭😭
↳ “Edric, it’s okay! I kind of told you it was my nickname, so I can’t blame you.”
↳ It’s best to tell him you prefer being called N/n, seeing as he will continue to feel like shit if you don’t.
↳ Now, he will either call you Y/n or N/n, just depends what comes to mind when he is either addressing you or talking to you.
↳ It confuses a lot of people, human and witches alike.
Emira Blight
↳ Asked you after a few days of being your friend.
↳ “So your Palismen, you have a nickname that matches it?”
↳ “Yeah.”
↳ “Cool.”
↳ Will tease you about it though, telling you it’s the cutest thing she’s EVER seen.<3
↳ Fastest to figure it out, everyone else took at least a few weeks.
Gus Porter
↳ Depending on the timeline, and wether you’re a witch, human or some other specie, also impacts how you got your nickname.
↳ Gus learns your name when you and him get put in detention.
↳ Principal Bump has caught you, Luz and Gus sneaking around Hexside, and throws you 3 + Matt into detention.
↳ Detention shrieks your names, before attempting to catch you and lock you in its pods.
↳ Gus is to terrified to question it about right then and there, but he does after Luz is accepted into Hexside.
↳ “Detention called you Y/N. How come?”
↳ “It’s my name??”
↳ *insert little dorky smirk*
↳ Gus just nods, also smiling.
↳ “Both your name and nickname are cool.”
↳ He gives you a fist bump, partly cause your names are awesome, mostly cause surviving detention is not only difficult but equally terrifying and it’s respectable you got out with him and Luz.
↳ Rip Matt.
Hooty
↳ He gives you a nickname within a nickname.
↳ And then forgets your nickname.
↳ But it’s okay cause we love him all the same!
↳ Hooty is always shocked when Luz or Eda call you by your nickname, cause that’s not your name!
↳ Was even more shocked when he learned your name was actually Y/n.
↳ “But I call you H/n (Hooty’s Nickname), and everyone else calls you N/n! How are neither your real name!?”
↳ Ensues him beating the coven scouts harder the next time they try to arrest Eda.
↳ Hooty forgets your name again btw.
↳ Just let him think H/n is your name to avoid maximum chaos.
Hunter Noceda
↳ He meets you during the hunting Palismen episode. You and Luz had been sitting in the little house the bat queen had for the babies so she could have a Palismen.
↳ You had gotten your Palismen the day before along with the rest of your class and Luz gave you several nicknames, trying to figure out which ones would suit you and your baby best.
↳ It took her 20 minutes I shall add.
↳ Anyway- when Hunter came to take the Palismen back to Belos, he heard Luz use your nickname, and just assumed it was your real name.
↳ This dork however, didn’t bother using your ‘name’ and instead called you ‘wild witch’. Any witch associated with the human is known as a wild witch.
↳ Basically up until you’re all in the human realm, Hunter only knows you as N/n, and doesn’t really question you about whatsoever.
↳ Then Luz introduces all of you to Vee and Camila, where she uses your real name.
↳ “And this is Y/n, but we all call them N/n cause it matches their Palismen.”
↳ Hunter just stands there, processing the information.
↳This boy is so clueless, that he asks you about, wanting you to confirm it.
↳ “N/n isn’t your real name like Luz said, right?”
↳ “Yeah, it’s actually Y/n, Luz is the one who gave me the nickname.”
↳ “Oh.”
↳ And then he continues on with his day.
↳ Will use either your nickname or real name, it’s just whatever comes to mind when he talks to you.
King
↳ Met you through Luz, as one of her first friends:D
↳ He just called you a puny mortal. At first at least.
↳ He slowly shifted into calling you N/n, as he got closer to you.
↳ King knew that your name was odd, but he didn’t question it. Mainly cause last time he questioned something, Tinella Nosa appeared.
↳ And with Eda giving you nicknames, as well as Luz, it just confuses him a tad bit more.
↳ King wants to ask you, just to stop being confused.
↳ But he’s shy, and ask Luz for help.
↳ “Conejito, what was the inspiration behind N/n?”
↳ king is just sitting on her shoulder.
↳ “P/n. When I first got them, my dad just started calling me N/n. I guess everyone caught on cause no one calls me Y/n anymore.”
↳ King: 😲
↳ King just stares into your soul. He didn’t actually think N/n wasn’t you’re real name, just thought it was an odd name.
↳ For a little after this, he’ll switch between your names, sounding very unsure whenever he says it, u til it just becomes natural again.
Luz Noceda
↳ Eda definitely gave you the nickname.
↳ Eda’s probs given you near to a few 100 by now.
↳ So Luz knew you as N/n.
↳ Because that’s how Eda introduced you to Luz.
↳ Luz found out what your real name was when Gus used it to greet you back in “I Was a Teenage Abomination.”
↳ “Wait, is N/n just another one of Eda’s nicknames?!? 😱
↳ You: 😊
↳ You just smile innocently at her, like Dustin Henderson when he was 12-
↳ Luz just questions life. Forever. Will give you her own nickname.
Matt Tholomule
↳ He got so annoyed when he found out. Like how dare you >:(
↳ Only he was supposed to lie about his name.
↳ “Neither of us lied though? You have everyone call you by your full name and I just had a nickname related to my Palismen.”
↳ But he don’t listen to reason. He a petty bitch-
↳ Matt found out via Steve.
↳ Let’s set the scene.
↳ You and Matt, hanging out, and it just so happens to be Steve’s off day.
↳ He walks past Matt’s room as the two of you are arguing over what a humans favourite food is.
↳ He thinks it’s normal for humans to eat actual eggs. As in the shells.
↳ You’re probably friends with Luz, which means it’s more than likely come up in conversation when you’ve offered her food.
↳ “Ohhhh, you’re Shiba’s nibling, Y/n, right?”
↳ “Huh? That’s not her name Dumbass! Now get out!”
↳ “I’m not in your room though, I’m standing outside it.” 😌😌
↳ Which lead to a conversation about you lying to him.
↳ As if HE didn’t lie either.
↳ “Matt, shut up, and stop telling people your first name is Mattholomule, you sound dumb.”
↳ “Hypocrite.”

The Collector
↳ He never asked your name. Just called you play date, or best friend.
↳ Doesn’t even fathom the idea of you having your own name besides the one he gave you.
↳ Until King accidentally used your birth name.
↳ King knew you from adventures he had with Luz, seeing as you were his friend too.
↳ You just got unlucky, and got very stuck in the demon realm.
↳ Yes, you’re forced to call her ‘mom Odalia’-
↳ And when Collector found out, he was so confused.
↳ Like ??? What do you mean the name I gave you isn’t your real name?? You’re so mean! :(
↳ How dare you! >:(
Vee Noceda
↳ She figured it out on her own. (Cause she smart🤓)
↳ When she first met you, she also met your Palismen.
↳ “You and your Palismen match really well!”
↳ Yes, that is how she starts the conversation, give out baby a break >:(
↳ Vee is smiling at you, rubbing her hands and is swinging back and forth on her feet.
↳ “Uh, yeah! P/n really cool! They can do this thing! It’s-“
↳ And your dorkly explain every cool thing your Palismen can do!
↳ “That’s epic! It’s also really cool you’re nickname matches them!”
↳ God bless you a-dork-able nerds!
Willow Park
↳ Willow suspected NOTHIN’.
↳ Just thought it was a coincidence or that your Palismen was passed down to you! This depends on the timeline.
↳ For a very long time, she knew you as N/n.
↳ But when you, her, Gus and Luz get called to principal Bumps office, that changed quickly.
↳ “Y/N, I taught your parents, I know they wouldn’t approve of this behaviour.”
↳ You may or may not have set fire to one of the school rooms…
↳ Y/n?? Huh?
↳ Since the 4 of you were being lectured, Willow made sure to ask you later.
↳ “Uh N/n, do you have another name? Cause I’m principal Bumps office he called you… something else.”
↳ She forget what Principal Bump addressed you as, but that was fine!
↳ “Oh! Yeah, my legal name is Y/n. Boscha started calling me N/n in a teasing way but others thought it was meant to be affectionately and also started calling me that. It’s a cute nickname so I don’t mind.”
↳ “Oh… are you comfortable with me calling you N/n?”
↳ My sweet baby!
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sweet you rock, sweet you roll
welcome to 1990 where our besties are still on the early side of their lil’ love journey.
for those that are new here, i use the name ‘Stella’/'Stella Rink’ as a fill in for 'Y/N’, so don’t get thrown off if you see it. it’s still a 'reader’ fic.
cw: swearing, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receving), kissing, touching, honestly some of the cutest shit i’ve ever written, daddy kink mention if you squint, two people being in love with each other, fluff, smut, fluffy smut. sort of casual dominance but not really? he just likes to do stuff for her.
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“No, can’t go there,” Eddie’s voice sounded a little tinny over the phone, but happy to talk to you just the same. You’d been on two dates already, planning the third after a three week hiatus while you went on a press tour. Now you were both back in California, and he’d been itching to see you again.
“Why can’t you go to Rappaport? Not like the food or something?” you ask, looking at the list of restaurants your assistant brought you.
“Oh no, like, I can’t go there,” he urged, “I’m banned.”
“Oh,” you say, “So definitely not Rappaport then. How’s Sorrelli’s sound?”
“Banned.”
“Deltas?”
“Banned.”
“Rain Bar?”
“So banned that I can’t even be on the block, sweet thing.”
“How many places are you banned from?”
“Thirteen. At least in Southern California,” he explains, you can tell he’s proud of it.
“Ed…why? Where are we gonna go to dinner?” you asked with a whine.
“Fuck dinner, let’s do something metal,” he says, like you know something metal, like you know the difference between a bass and an electric guitar.
“Like the planetarium?” you ask, it’s a joke and he laughs so hard into the speaker that you have to pull the phone away from your ear.
“Oh Stell, that’s so sick,” he says, “Fuckin’ love the planetarium.”
So you went, in disguise – baseball hats and sunglasses – dressed down. As dressed down as Eddie could be in his metalhead get up. No one called the paps, the science museum employees didn’t jump and squeal when they saw you, you got to just be. You held hands during the presentation, giggling and ‘Ooh’-ing at the projections, laughing when the little kids at the show would shriek and say little kid things to their parents. Eddie would cast glances at you, admiring your face in the blue light reflecting off the 360 screen, he wanted to keep the moment as a photograph in his brain that he could whip out whenever he wanted. You were so happy next to him.
You toured the rest of the place when the show was over, looking at all the telescopes, listening to the tour guides exhibits. Some parents nudged each other, and looked in your direction and as you left a little boy came over to tug at Eddie’s jacket.
“Are you Eddie Munson?” he asked, his front tooth missing.
“Yeah dude, what’s your name?” he said, squatting down to get on his level.
“I’m Chris,” he said, a big smile spreading over his face.
“Hey Chris, how old are you? You just lose a tooth? That’s pretty metal, man,” he smiled, flashing his straight white teeth at him.
“Six!” he said, holding up his hands to show him the number, “The tooth fairy came and everything. She gave me a quarter!”
“A quarter? That’s rad,” he said, fishing into his back pocket for his wallet, “You know something? She gave me another dollar this morning to give to you for having such a cool smile.”
“Chris, you can’t be running off like that,” a guy with bleach blonde hair that hit his chin with a battle vest on that rivaled Eddie’s was jogging up to the little boy, “You’re gonna be the death of me kid, who you talkin’ to?”
The man scooped Chris up, resting him on his arm above his hip, “Dad, it’s Eddie Munson!”
Eddie stood up and nodded to Chris’s dad, “Hey man.”
“Oh shit dude, hey,” he had the same smile as his son, just with all his teeth, “Big fan, holy shit.”
“Big fan of your little dude, here,” Eddie said, “The tooth fairy actually gave me a dollar this morning to give to him, if that’s cool.”
“That’s real cool of you man,” the man said, “Thanks for talkin’ to my boy, takin’ the time.”
“Don’t sweat it, what’s your name?”
“Phil,” the guy beamed.
“Have a sick day, Phil. See ya later, Chris.”
“See ya laterrrr!” Chris called out from over his dad’s shoulder while they walked toward their car.
“You’re so good,” you say, nudging his arm, “You’re sweet.”
“Oh no, the jig is up,” he says dramatically, “Now you know how nice I am.”
It’s so easy to roll your eyes at his antics, but you can never get yourself to commit to doing it. Your heart fluttered when he reached out to hold your hand to walk back to his car, his ‘84 Mustang SVO – all black. He was so predictable.
“Wanna just drive around? I don’t wanna be done hanging out,” he said, opening your door for you.
“You gonna drive like you did earlier?” your stomach flipping, remembering all of his fast turns and speeding.
“Nah, I’ll do it nice and slow for ya,” he winked, shutting the door behind you once you got your seatbelt on.
“That’s how you like it, right?” he asked, bouncing into his seat. He loved the effect he had on you, watching your cheeks get hot when he got a little dirty. You hadn’t even kissed yet and it was driving him insane, he could barely contain himself when looked at your lips for too long.
“Shut your mouth,” you teased, your heart hammering now at his implication.
“You know what I’m gonna say,” he said, putting his arm behind your headrest to pull out of the parking lot.
“‘Make me’?” you guess.
“Okay, well now it’s not a fun hot joke because you actually guessed it,” he huffed, fake exasperation flowing out of him. Once you made it to the highway, he put his hand on your inner thigh intuitively. You were buzzing at his warm touch, his thumb grazing the fabric of your jeans. It was so inadvertent, the hold he had on you, he wasn’t even trying. He was just Eddie.
The sun had gone down while you drove through LA, pulling into a McDonald’s drive through when you both said you were hungry at the same time.
“Ed, I can’t,” you said while he pulled into the line, the yellow of the lights outside tinging you both through the windshield.
“Angel, you just finished a press tour,” he argued, “I know you haven’t eaten in weeks, get a fuckin’ Big Mac and live a little.”
“If my trainer finds out –”
“I’ll kick your trainer’s ass. Let me order you some fine cuisine,” he said matter of factly, the car dragging up to the speaker.
“Heyyy, can I get two Big Mac meals, one with no onions and extra pickles, and light ketchup, like whisper of it if you can. The other is fine as is,” he leans out of the window slightly, his shirt riding up showing off his tattoos. If you weren’t drooling over him knowing your exact Big Mac order after only hearing it one time two months ago, you were now.
“Anything to drink?”
“Uhhh, lemme get a – two diet cokes?” he said, “Actually, fuck that, one diet coke, one regular coke cause she’ll want a sip of the regular one. Medium.”
“Anything else, sir?”
“And uh,” he looked at the car behind you, two kids and a tired mom in the front seat, “I’ll cover whatever the people behind me are getting.”
“Are you sure?” the speaker asked back.
“Hundred percent,” he said, “That’s all, thanks.”
“I’ll let you know your total at the window, sir,” the speaker said.
You ate in the parking lot in the car, watching families and cars walk by – oblivious to the two of you.
“Can I have a sip of your–”
“Yeah, baby, have the rest,” he said, passing you his regular Coke and taking your diet Coke, popping it in his cup holder.
“I don’t want the rest,” you say back, but you know it’s a lie and so does he, so he doesn’t bother fighting you over it.
You ended up back at his place, it was closer and the traffic on the way to yours was brutal. It was very much a rockstar mansion, black and chrome and red all over. Vaporwave elements and neon at every turn, it would’ve been more cool if you were less exhausted.
He was jittery when you ended up in his room, like this wasn’t his intention, “Uh, do you want some pajamas or something?”
“T-shirt works,” you assure, “Do I get to pick the band?”
“Absolutely not,” he says with a shake of his head, “I’ll pick for you.”
He rummages through his drawers, fishing out a Black Sabbath ‘75 concert tee and tossing it to you. You tiptoe to the master bathroom to change, stepping out anxiously in just his t-shirt and a pair of mismatched socks. He’s sat on his four poster, now just in his jeans and his t-shirt from earlier – wallet, belt, vest, and shoes discarded elsewhere. When you asked why the bed frame looked so industrial he told you not to worry about it, but the metal loops on the posts gave you a pretty clear idea.
He bit his lip when he saw you come out, a vision in his t-shirt with your hair down, your glossy lips tight in an embarrassed smile. You folded your clothes and put them on the bedside table closest to you, climbing onto the bed and sliding against the cool satin to lay on your side. He crawled up the bed to lay across from you, half of your faces hidden by the pillows you were laying on.
“We can watch a movie or something,” he suggests, but your sleepy face steers him away from it.
Eddie’s soft gaze lingers on you, a shaking finger skating down the side of your thigh, “We can just stay like this, too.”
He watches your eyes flutter closed and then look back to him through heavy lids, mumbling into the satin pillowcase, “I like this. Bein’ next to you.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his ribcage could’ve snapped open, “I like being next to you, too.”
He skated his finger back up your thigh, his hand palming the flesh over your hips. Eddie toyed with the hem of his shirt on you, fingering the fabric between his fingers. It had been through the ringer too many times to be worn out in public anymore. It was a thousand times in the washing machine soft, but to him, it wasn’t softer than the skin under it. He saw it all peeking out through the holes in the sleeves and at the neckline – just falling apart. He was falling apart just the same.
“Can I um, can I get closer to you?” his voice sounded like he was back in eighth grade on Valentine’s Day, passing out carnations to the pretty girls and going home with none.
You don’t respond verbally, just shimmying your body over the black satin duvet and lazily swinging your leg over his hip. He let you pull his arm over your waist, his hand falling onto the mattress behind you while the crook of his arm laid snugly between your hips and your ribcage. He brings his hand to splay across your back, tracing shapes between your shoulder blades.
Your noses are just about touching and looking at each other is a little distorted but he still breathes out, almost a whisper, “You’re so pretty.”
“You keep saying that,” you laugh quietly.
“I don’t think I can stop saying it,” he says. It’s quiet and he can tell by the steadiness of your breathing that you’re maybe ten minutes away from falling asleep. America’s Sweetheart in his bed, in his t-shirt, a little angel on his black cloud of satin sheets.
Eddie let his teeth sink into his lip, nervous was an understatement. He filled the small gap between your noses, his eyes closing too, “I really like you, Stell.”
“Hmm,” your soft sleepy moan was comforting, the little smile tugging at your lips made his throat tighten. Maybe you’d only heard him in a dream.
“I really like you, Ed,” you half whisper, stretching your arms and legs and letting them crash back over him, “Big crush.”
“You got a crush on me?” he teased, blushing redder than the bouquet of roses he sent to Chrissy Cunningham for her birthday his Junior Year. Saved up his pay from the auto shop for a month to afford them only to forget to sign the card. Jason saved the day by saying he got them for her, instead.
“Oh yeah,” you smile, “Huge.”
“I have a big crush on you, too,” he pulls you close to him so your chests are touching. The scent of your perfume hitting him in the chest where the butterflies were begging to get out. Eddie takes his hand from your back to your thigh, gently hoisting it up to align your hips with his. He holds his breath when your arm snakes around him too, tied up like balloon strings – like you’d both float away.
“You’re warm,” you say, looking at his lips while the hand that was on your thigh meets your cheek. You can feel his heart hammering under his No Rest for the Wicked '88 Tour t-shirt, as soft as the one he put you in when you said you were getting tired.
“You’re…” his tongue felt too big for his mouth.
“Don’t say pretty, again,” you sleepily tease, “Say something else.”
“Ugh, ya got me, let’s see,” he chuckles, putting his forehead to yours, “You’re…I don’t know Stell, you’re so many things.”
“So…many…things?” you whisper, your lower lip tucking between your teeth.
“Ugh, that was dumb, I’m sorry,” he was embarrassed as soon as he said it, but your eyes perked up from their sleepy state when he did. That teasing glint in your eye that made him feel like a kid on the playground where he got picked first for Ringolevio teams. Hawkins Elementary’s best tagger, fastest runner – shame he didn’t go for the track team – just ran away instead.
“I promise, I’m smooth,” he laughed, letting the hand on your cheek slide further back, a little behind your neck so his thumb rested delicately on your jaw.
“You’re…” he didn’t want to say the love of his life, you’d only been on three dates. How would he even be sure of that? Sure, he felt sure of that, he already called you his wife to his favorite paparazzo – but did you feel sure? He didn’t want to scare you away.
He leaned his head back a little to look at you, your features only lit up by the soft glow of the white Christmas lights artfully hung from the ceiling. He hadn’t really outgrown the early twenties male experience of decorating poorly – at least an interior designer had put them up for him.
“You know at the planetarium when they just showed the stars at the beginning? And it sort of feels like you’re suspended in mid-air? Like, in space?” he asked. You nodded back at him, stifling a laugh building in your throat.
“And you can’t believe the whole galaxy is so big around you, but everything is so bright and so exciting and you know you want to go explore it? But it’s sort of scary, right? Cause y'know, you don’t know how much oxygen you have and god, fuck, I’ve never even been to space camp, I’d never get hired to NASA so –”
“You’re rambling, Munson,” your voice is gentle, and his nervous prattling quells when you raise a hand to rake comfortingly through his hair.
“You feel like that, Stell. Like the whole galaxy. You’rebright, and exciting, and funny and I wanna learn everything about you,” his voice is almost pleading, like he’s asking for an invitation to explore, “But y'know, it’s sort of scary 'cause you’re just so – you’re really it.”
“I’m scared, too,” you admit shakily, your hand matching his behind his neck, your thumb sliding over the barely there stubble on his jaw.
“What? You’re not scared of anything,” he said, searching your face with his big sweet eyes for an answer, “Why’re you scared?”
“'Cause,” you started, becoming a little breathless at his gaze, “No one’s ever looked at me the way you look at me.”
“What do you mean, sweetheart? Everyone’s always lookin’ at you,” he teased, “I’m just some guy.”
“No, Ed. You really look at me,” it made your heart race to admit it, “Like you’re seeing me, and I – no one ever sees me.”
He put his forehead back against yours, your faces back to being distorted and bug like, “Is this what you mean? Am I seeing you like this?” he laughed your noses squished together. Your giggle makes him overwhelmed like he can’t believe he can make you laugh, that you think he’s funny, that you think of him at all.
“You know what I mean,” you say, back to just breathing, nose to nose.
He nods in agreement against your forehead, his eyes closed for a moment while he breathes you in. Your perfume is still putting him in a tizzy, he’d buy you four billion bottles of it if it meant you’d smell like that forever. His heart is still hammering against your chest, you can feel a nervous film of sweat building on the back of his neck.
“I really wanna kiss you,” his words are barely audible, eyes still closed, his full lashes tickling his cheeks, “I’m tryna be good though, y'know. A gentleman.”
“Such a gentleman,” you whisper back slowly while his eyes flutter back open and closed again. You can feel his strong ringed hand press against the back of your neck, tilting your head up to meet him. Eddie brushes his lips to yours just barely, ghosting over skin at the corner of your mouth. Electricity was thrumming through him, his chest becoming the most metal drum solo he ever heard. Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her. C'mon Munson don’t be a wimp.
His lips found yours, gentle and timid, warm honey pooled in your stomach at the feeling. You could feel his body tremble while he went in again, his kiss getting more confident, the arm he hid under your pillows snaking out to cup a hand on your other cheek.
Eddie’s mind is just static and the feeling of your lips, the way your hips rocked against his, the softness of your skin. He could’ve guessed that this is how it would be, like he’s known the whole time what your lips would taste like on his. Like they were always meant to be there.
You break away to breathe, looking at him with a heaving chest and pinked tinged cheeks.
“Was that good? W-was that okay?” he asked, catching his own breath, the heat on his body radiating higher and higher.
“More than okay,” you gasp back. Your heart matched his in beating, fluttering wildly in your chest. More, more, more, more, more.
“Should we – can I do it again?” he asked, his caution rivaling when he lost his virginity in the back of his van in his senior year. Seventeen and stupid with an old pack of condoms he stole from the gas station.
You don’t answer, just roll your hips so he’s flat on his back on the mattress with your legs on either side of him. Heat burning in both of your stomachs at the change of position. Eddie can’t think to keep his hands to himself while one arm snakes around your waist and the other one holds your back so you stay pressed flat against him.
The rest is hot breath and teeth and tongue, Ed’s gentle hands brushing over his t-shirt on your body, snaking it under to stroke the skin of your back.
“You’re so soft,” he mumbles into your lips, “I’m scared I’m gonna hurt you.”
He knows he means it in more than one way, he hopes you don’t notice.
“You don’t have to be gentle,” you say into the next kiss.
“I want to be gentle,” he says, pulling away, “I wanna show you how that feels.”
You blush at him remembering that you complained that other guys you’d been with had always been so stifiling. So focused on their own pleasure, on seeing America’s sweetheart with their dick in her mouth, on showing you off. A trophy to be won, a PR stunt to be had, a body to be masturbated into. No one ever took their time, no one ever even bothered to ask.
You thought he wasn’t listening the first time you had dinner, but he was focused on tucking away every single word you said so he’d never forget it.
“At least until next time,” he smirked, “’M sure I’ll find some other things to show you.”
“Oh, so there’s gonna be a next time?” you tease, sliding your hands from his face to his hair.
“If you’ll have me,” he shrugged, his voice getting playful, “I’d love to be considered.”
“I’ll definitely consider it,” you smiled, sharing a breath with each other before your mouth reaches for him. You let your hips slide over the ever growing bulge in his jeans, savoring the friction against the heat between your legs. A little gasp popping out at the feeling of his hands quickly gripping your hips to steady them.
“Eaassyy,” he hissed out, holding back a breathy groan, “Go slow.”
“I think it would be more fun if you didn’t have these on,” you giggled, sitting up and back on the tops of his thighs, tugging at his belt loops.
“Stella,” his voice comes out with an exasperated edge, “I didn’t – I don’t want you to think that this is the why I invited you back here.”
“I know, Ed,” you said, “It’s okay.”
“Like I didn’t want to just bring you home and take you to bed, y'know? It was just gonna be a long drive back to yours.”
“Eddie, stop, I don’t think you had a master plan or anything,” you put your hands on his chest, your hair falling forward over your own. You looked at each other for a beat, both of you mulling it over.
“If they come off it’s like…that’s it,” he laughs, putting the heels of his hands over his eyes.
“I can’t believe I just told Stella Rink not to grind too fast on my dick,” he scolds himself with a cheesy grin, “Every man in America would literally die to be me right now.”
“Y'know I have a really big following in Budapest, too,” you laugh back, “If you’d believe it.”
He sits up to meet you with a kiss, “I believe it.”
“I think I’m the first girl you’ve ever told to slow down,” his heart pangs a little when you say it. You are the first girl he’s ever told to slow down.
“Not every day I have Andromeda in bed with me,” he mutters, maneuvering you off of him while pulling at his belt. He gets off the bed to peel his jeans off, standing there in his black boxer briefs, a sheen in the fabric glinting in the low light. His pulse throbs in his throat while he takes his shirt off, anxious if you’ll still like him without any clothes. He was running a little thinner these days, coming back from a particularly rough time with some friends in low places – he didn’t tell you how long he’d been clean. He didn’t tell you anything at all.
You sat on your knees on the mattress, satin sheets sliding under you, taking him in. Every inked tattoo flashing harsh against his fair skin, the hair on his stomach trailing down behind black nylon. The veins on his arms protruded down to his hands where his rings sparkled. His soft pink lips slightly parted while he reached up to shake his frizzed curls out.
“Wow,” your eyes are glassy and round while you look at him, your body pins and needles as he steps to the edge of the bed. Eddie pulls you in, sucking in your bottom lip before trailing kisses down your jaw. You hiss when he gets the base of your neck, your knees parting under you.
“Right there?” he asked into your skin, his tongue slipping over that spot again. You can feel his confident smirk against your collar bone.
“Mhm,” you whine, “R-right there.”
Eddie tugs the neckline of the shirt to the side to leave soft kisses on your shoulder, the other hand smoothing over the curve of your waist.
“You can take it off,” you blurt out. He pulls away from your shoulder, looking at you like you just told him he was playing Madison Square Garden for the first time.
“Your shirt? My shirt?” he asked, his voice cracking, “I mean, the shirt you’re wearing?”
He swallowed hard when you nodded and reached for the hem, gathering the worn fabric up over your arms. Your hair flounced back down, messy but somehow still in place. He kept the shirt in his hands while he looked at you, holding his breath.
“Ed, you’re…” you suddenly felt self-conscious, his eyes lingering too long to just see your body. His gaze was pouring into you, “You’re giving me that look again.”
He blinked and shook his head, letting out a sharp exhale through the mouth, “Baby, you’re – you’re perfect.”
“No one’s perfect, Ed,” you blush, your whole body burning.
“No, no, I think you’re being modest,” he says, gently guiding you to lay back on the bed again. The shirt you were wearing had been forgotten, discarded on the floor. He placed himself between your legs, taking one of your arms to kiss just above your wrist, the crook of your arm, your bicep – he took his time, flicking his gaze down to you with each one. He put your arm down, caging you in with each of his arms on the side of you, leaning down to kiss the top of your chest. Sloppy and wet, leaving spit in their wake, his hair tickling over your breasts.
Eddie couldn’t hold back a moan when he let his tongue slide between them, a hand reaching to softly massage one. Your whine made his eyes roll back when the rough pad of his thumb slid over your nipple, back and forth, watching the other one peak in time. His lips lingered over it, looking at you almost to ask if it was okay, you nodded feverishly. His tongue swirled and flitted over the nub of skin, smiling as he heard your first quiet ‘oh god’ fall from your mouth. He’d soothed you while you squirmed underneath him, moving from your breasts to your sternum, down to your stomach, your pelvis. Eddie’s tongue and lips only stopping to whisper soft little nothings into your skin like ‘you’re so perfect,’ and ‘be patient, baby’.
He got to your underwear and paused, on his knees on the mattress between your legs. Eddie let his hand run over your thigh, dipping his fingertips down to the soft inside flesh. You shivered.
“Is it okay if these come off?” he asked, fingers exploring from your thigh to the tops of your panties.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay,” you turn red at the question, no one had ever asked you that before. You were never really given so much choice. He was slow about sliding them off your body, watching them flow down your thighs and calves at the guide of his hands. Once they were making friends with your discarded t-shirt on the floor, he looked back up at you.
You cross your legs, nervous and excited for what he might do next. It felt good to not know, to let him take the lead. He touched you exactly how you liked to be touched, like he’d been studying it for years. You watched him make a mental note of every little gasp or whine you let out, every involuntary shiver.
His hands wrapped around your ankles, uncrossing your legs and putting them back on either side of him. He hoisted your legs up from under your knees, slowly parting the limbs until they were splayed out like butterfly wings. Childlike excitement bubbling in his chest, opening the biggest present from under the tree. There you were, your puffed up lips parting just slightly, the sticky sound of them separating over slickness whispering in the room.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, a pot of honey to a bear, he’d never had so much restraint in his life, “Fucking beautiful.”
You blush, you don’t know if you’ve stopped blushing, your hands immediately going up to cover your face. You feel his finger trace over the manicured patch of hair between your legs.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t wax,” you mumbled behind your palms, “I didn’t think we were gonna…I didn’t think you were gonna see it tonight.”
“Sorry you didn’t wax?” he asked, your eyes peeking out through your fingers. He’s grinning down at you, his eyebrows quirk, he can’t believe you’d apologize, “I’m a grown man, Stell.”
“Let me see your face,” he said, “Wanna watch you, watch me.”
“You’re so bad,” he sees your smirk while you say it, your hands coming down flop next to your head.
“What? I like an audience,” he shrugged with a wink, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. His salivary glands are working double time while your hips move slowly underneath him. Eddie lets out a soft hum when your thighs twitch, his lips pressing more sloppy kisses against the soft and plush flesh. You can feel his breath at the crease of your leg to your groin, biting your lower lip while a soft desperate mewl shoots out of you.
“I’ll get there, I’ll get there,” he teases, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, “I take it I don’t have to ask if this is okay?”
“It’s so okay, Ed,” you huff, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him down the slope of your body. Eddie’s flat on the mattress on his stomach, propped up on his own elbows so he can push your thighs back and out. The guitar pick on his necklace dangling dangerously close to your entrance.
He lets his tongue stripe up one lip, a huff of breath left at the top, your hips jumping at the feeling. He’s slow, licking up the other, ducking out of your hand reaching out to put his face between your legs.
“So impatient,” he chides, “No wonder your assistant thinks you’re a nightmare.”
You let out a laugh, your head falling back and exposing your neck – he thinks he might love you like this. You might be the person he loves the most.
Eddie waits for you to look back down at him before giving in to you. You could’ve sworn those big brown eyes were magnetic with the way your gaze snapped to his. He kissed the fleshy part of your thigh again before finally sliding his tongue in a flat stripe between your folds, lingering over your clit but not touching it.
The gasp you let out made his head swim, ‘more of that’ he thought. His tongue flicked over your clit just once, your thighs twitching again, desperate. Tears wet your eyes as the anticipation built in your stomach, your chest feeling hot.
“Please more,” you whined out, it came out a little more pathetic than you hoped, “Don’t tease, s’not fair.”
“Sorry, angel,” he smirks up at you, cockines falling into his voice, “Not polite to play with your food, huh?”
You shook your head no, your mouth falling open at his tongue going back to work. Soft and slithery, you could feel him exploring you, dipping inside you to drag your fluids up and around while you just got wetter beneath him.
“Oh that’s – that feels so good,” you drawl out, his lips suctioned loosely over the bud of your clit switching agonizingly between sucking and licking, fluttering and vibrating while your walls clenched around nothing.
“Can I use my fingers?” he asks, fingertips trailing your inner thigh, “Make you feel even better.”
“Yes,” you rasp out, shaking on your elbows, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer. With his tongue still working your clit, you barely register his ringed finger teasing your opening until the first thick knuckle presses past your walls.
“Oh fuck,” you hiss through gritted teeth. He wasn’t looking up at you anymore, eyes closing while his finger disappeared into your entirely, curving upwards to toy with your g-spot. He was completely in his own world where it was just him and your pussy, the sound of your moans, and the way your hips bucked against his unrelenting mouth and fingers.
“‘M gonna cum,” you pant while his ring finger meets his middle finger inside of you, stretching you out. You can’t believe how full you feel from just the two of them alone.
“Oh baby, I know,” he breathes against your thigh, “I want you to.”
“Wanna cum – ooh! mmm – with you inside me,” you beg him. He’s suddenly stupid after hearing your admission - with you inside me, with you inside me, with you inside me - ringing in his ears on a loop. His fingers slide slowly out of you and go to the mattress where he presses himself back up onto his knees.
“You’re sure you want to? I know we’re in the moment,” he said, sliding his hands comfortingly up and down the sides of your thighs, “I don’t want you to feel like that’s what I want, so you have to.”
“I want to,” you say, breathless and empty feeling, “I want you.”
He maneuvers you, propping all the pillows up nice and fluffy and placing you over them, just your lower half down on the mattress. The rest of you on a mine of goose down feathers and black satin. Eddie’s next kiss is deep and wanting, hands immediately cupping your cheek and wrapping around the back of your neck.
Your hands find his boxer briefs and he swats them away while breaking the kiss, “Again with the impatience Stell, your assistant must hate you.”
Even his mischievous smile is endearing while he teases you, hopping quickly off the bed and sliding his underwear off. You can’t help the bulge in your eyes when you see it for everything it is – and its fucking big.
“Yeah, yeah, the rumors are true, whatever,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. If there was anything you knew about Eddie before you met him was that every tabloid rag in America would have an exposé from an ex girlfriend or lover that said something along the lines of ‘Awful guy, huge dick.’
“Oh-kay big shot,” you tease back, while he climbs back on the bed between your legs, “Reel it in there.”
He hits that spot on your neck again with his tongue and your back immediately arches, a soft and satisfied purr coming from his chest. He pulls at your hips, dragging you further down the mattress, the tops of your thighs kissing your chest.
“You ready?” he asks while guiding the swollen tip of his cock to just outside your entrance.
“Are you?” you ask gently.
“Very,” he says, stroking himself long and slow, “I know you’re gonna feel as good as you taste.”
The sentence comes out of him primarily and gutturally. Your walls flutter while he shifts closer, just the soft skin of the tip pushing into you at first. You watch his face as he pushes in slowly, his mouth hanging open with a huff, his head tilting forward on a hinge.
“God, fuck,” Eddie huffed into your hair while falling down against your chest, pushing into you to the hilt. He laces fingers with yours, pressing your hands into the mattress while he thrusts again, “Feel’s so fucking good, sweet thing.”
“Pussy like fucking velvet, Jesus,” his words coming between ragged breaths, whining, The grinding of his hips finding a slow and steady rhythm inside you.
You could barely talk, just choked gasps and breathy moans pouring out of your mouth while he rocked into you, your body barely accommodating his size. White blinding your eyes while the curve of his cock met the edge of the sensitive spongey button inside of you, over and over.
“Ooh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” the words peppered out of you desperately, your hips rolling in time with his slow thrusts. Your sweat blending between your chests, leaving no space between you, “Just like that, Eddie.”
His face slacks, his brain nearly turning off at the sound of you moaning his name, coming back to reality quickly while his lips find your neck. He lets go of one of your hands to prop himself on a forearm, looking down at you, stealing a kiss as you moan into his mouth.
“Does that feel good?” he asks, a question he normally says with a mocking confidence when he’s backstage making groupies scream into his dressing room couch. Tonight it’s genuine and soft because he actually wants to know. Is he making you feel good? Do you feel what you’re doing to him? Can you tell he’s falling in love with you?
“It feels…huhn…it feels,” your breathy gasps answer for you.
“Don’t hate me for saying it sweetheart,” he starts with a smirk, leaning down to kiss your cheek, “But you’re so pretty like this.”
“God, can I be anything else?” you giggle, a little moan squeaking out while his thrusts quicken.
“You could um,” he gulped and swallowed, slowing down his pace to a stop, still staying inside you, “You could be my girl? If you want?”
You don’t reply at first and you can feel an embarrassed heat flash through his body. His mouth starts and doesn’t stop, barely breathing between words, “Totally get it if you just wanna keep hangin’ out though. If you hate labels, I hate labels – right, baby? Y’know, I wasn’t planning on asking under these circumstances – was gonna maybe ask on our next date. Not that I’m assuming there would’ve been a fourth date but like, I figured maybe you might want to see me again. I definitely would’ve wanted to see you again. Thinking about it now, literally five seconds later, I probably should’ve waited. Holy shit, I’m such an asshole – who does that? Who asks that while they’re fucking? I mean Jesus Christ, talk about manipul –”
“Hey,” you say, putting your pointer and middle finger on the center of his lips, “You’re rambling again.”
You lean up to meet him, taking your fingers away and replacing them with your lips. He involuntarily starts his rhythm again, sliding in and out of you with ease, feeling your heels bounce against his lower back.
You quietly look at each other and your breath hitches, not just from how good he feels inside you, but from that look. You might love him, you might be falling in love with him. You might be so terrified of him that you can’t breathe, that you can’t think straight. Maybe he’s the best of the worst guys you could be with – or maybe he was the best of the best. Maybe you’re being fooled by his messy hair and big brown eyes, the dimples in his cheeks when he smiles at you. A charming little scorpion that’s waiting for you to give him a ride on your back across the river. Maybe he’s just like the snake tattooed down the right side of his ribs.
“Sorry, ‘m just nervous,” he said, “You make me so nervous Stell. I feel like a fuckin’ teenager when you’re around.”
Nevermind. He’s an angel.
He buries his face in your neck, returning to his steady pace. You weren’t expecting him to be so vocal this way, grunting and moaning while he fucked you. You’d expected mean taunting words, you expected him to mock you, to make you tell him how good he makes you feel. To be honest, as hot as it was to hear him in your ear while he pleasured you, you sort of wanted to know more about the authentic Eddie Munson sexperience.
Eddie pushed off you and on his haunches, angling your hips further back with his hands on the backs of your thighs. A high moan peeled through you when he pushed into you again, hitting every spot he could with his cock, he felt it too. Your moan reverberated back to you, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling, ringing in both of your heads. He was fucking you slow, but still managing to fuck you dumb.
“Feels so good inside me, daddy,” you whimper out, not even knowing where that name came from. You’ve never called a man that in bed before.
Eddie’s voice and eyes darken, his little devilish smirk passing across his face, “Careful with that name, baby. Don’t want him to come out too soon. Daddy isn’t nice like me.”
You turn bright red but you aren’t sure if it’s from embarrassment or because you desperately want to know how not nice he can get, “I never say that, oh my God.”
“That’s okay,” he said, hips finding a quicker rhythm now that he knows where you’re at, “You can meet him next time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you whine out, your voice getting small.
“You want it a little harder?” he asks, gentle, gentle, gentle.
“Mhm,” you say, eyes glassy up at him. He knows you’re at his mercy now, fucked silly, needy for it. He wants to slide into his regular routine – flip you over and pound you out with your ass up in the air, begging and crying for more. But no. You’re different, he wants to see you cum, he wants to see you love it. He wants to watch you love what he does to you.
Eddie keeps his hands on the backs of your thighs, his thrusts getting harder and faster. Your head immediately pushes back into the pillows under you, barely able to contain yourself at the feeling.
“Ah fuck, I’m close,” he hisses through heavy breaths, sweat sliding down his face from under his hair. You can hear the clap of his balls and hips against your ass, feel the grip on your thighs, the sound of his ragged chest. The euphoric slide of his cock slamming into you, pace getting erratic as he got closer to the edge.
You’d been teetering on your orgasm since he pulled his fingers out of you, riding the coast of it while he made love to you. The coil tight in your belly close to snapping as he looks down at you, hungry and loving – that look. That look.
He leans back down against you, knowing you need a little extra coercion to make it over the edge. Eddie’s hair tickles your chest while he gets back to the base of your neck, right at your favorite spot, his teeth drag gently over it.
“Oh!” you cry out while he sucks up part of the skin, his tongue swirling, teeth gently coming down on it. The coil snaps, sending you reeling – you don’t know if your loud ‘Oh, God!’ is you moaning his name or not, but he’s moaning yours in your ear.
“That’s it Stell, cum for me. So good f’me, baby, so good…” You can feel hot ropes of his cum being let out inside you, warming you up from the inside out. He stays inside while you both come down, covered in sweat, heaving breathing into each other.
Eddie brings his head up, heart pounding like it was before he kissed you, and rests it gently against your forehead. He nuzzles your nose against his, coming in for a soft kiss. His voice when he speaks is small and innocent, almost boyish:
“Can I keep you?”
You nod against his forehead, both of your eyes closed. He wraps his arms around you while rolling off to the side, spooning up behind you. He wants to scream at your nod, to do a victory lap, to call Wayne and tell him that he’s dating the biggest movie star of the early 90s.
“Wanna be your girl, Munson,” you say sleepily, snuggling back into him.
“You are my girl, Rink,” he murmurs, sleep sneaking into his voice, too, “Gonna be my wife one day.”
“Gonna be your wife,” you repeat back.
“Gonna be my wife,” he says again, with a soft kiss on your shoulder. The glow of the room comes back to you when you open your eyes, you know you should get out of bed and clean up – and you will. But for right now, this is nice. To be held by a maybe scorpion on a ride across the river, the sweetest boy you ever met who is banned from 13 restaurants in southern California, an angel with horns under his halo.
Your boy. His girl.
Gonna be his wife one day.
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hello moon. i’ve been lurking on your page for a long time, never interacted. maybe i can become a regular on here, who knows?
i was hoping you’d do that send a ship thing for aruani.. i found it strange you haven’t done them yet given how clearly obsessed you are with them. you’ve already done them for the lock screen thingy but i wanted to see the rest, it’s like 5AM for you rn.. but maybe your best thoughts are at the ass crack of dawn?
yours truly, behyuu.
Hi behyuu!
Haha, feel free to become a regular on my blog, no problem xD But I had received more than one request for Aruani, so I thought I'd do them all together.
Who said “I love you” first
I think it'd be Armin. From the boat scene in 131, when Annie asks him why he kept visiting her, he really could've said any number of things that wouldn't technically have been false, like "I wanted to make sure you were okay," or "I wanted to tell you what was happening," but he very clearly says "I wanted to see you, Annie." He was blushing like a ripe tomato, and yet he chose to say the one thing that would leave no room for any doubt as to what his feelings were. Armin doesn't hesitate to express himself through words, and with Annie, I believe he'd only take this a few steps further to tell her clearly that what he carries for her is love, nothing less.
Annie herself would not say "I love you" until a long time after they're comfortably together, I feel. She's been denied love all her love, deprived of it to the extent that Armin's barest hints of care were enough for to cling onto, and so being loved and loving back is all going to be so very new to her. She will express it through her body language, but not in words; not very early on in their relationship anyway.
In the long run, I really think this spoken-aloud form of reaffirmation from Armin would be the most beneficial for Annie. As much as physical touch is her way of seeking security, safety and comfort from him, it's also very crucial to be reminded that yes, the person kissing her and loving her body also really does love her, the way he never forgets to say in words.
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
I answered this one here!
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
Both maybe! If Armin's the one taking a shower first, then he leaves a little "I <3 U" on the mirror for her to find once he's done. Nevermind the fact that by the time she does find it (say she wakes up late and he's already left), it's all maybe mostly gone and runny around the edges, but she knows he left it there for her, and it makes her feel all warm inside.
What if Annie's the one taking the shower tho? In that case, she's brushing her teeth in front of the washbasin and the mirror, messy haired, sleepy eyed and lethargic. As she works the toothbrush between long yawns, she doodles a cat on the mirror that's steaming up from the hot water she's left running in the tub. Later on, Armin finds this cat when he comes in to shave, and he finds it to be the cutest thing ever. Maybe they name each cat she draws.
Who buys the other cheesy gifts
I have a hc that Annie's really awkward with gift-giving, so while this doesn't translate into "she doesn't pick good gifts", what it does mean is that her gifts are funny, bordering on cute-as-fuck.
Armin is good with gifts. He buys her things she needs, and throws in some flowers, some chocolate, maybe a plushie and a picnic date. He pays attention to what she likes, what she doesn't like, and this generally means Annie's going to get some of the best gifts ever, whether or not his planning and execution goes to shit because he's so nervous about everything being perfect.
So the one giving him cards with cliche quotes and a leather wallet that the seller tells her is a trendsetter with men, are some of the things Annie gets him. Cut the girl some slack. Her gifts don't suck, they're just cheesy. And he finds it so fucking cute how hard she tries.
Who initiated the first kiss
Armin. It's the pounding heartbeats in their chests, synchronizing. It's the static in the air, sparking and tingling. Her wide pale-blue eyes atop blushing cheeks, locked onto his own in baffled surprise, because he's just told her he loves her and she doesn't understand - why her? Why her, of all the other girls? But that's what his heart wants - her - and he's told her as much and all he can do is hope she feels the same.
But she does. She does, he can see it, right there in her eyes, when her gaze drops lower. She feels the same, he can see it, as her lips part, just a bit, ever so slightly he can almost touch her breath. Then she looks up again, searching his eyes.
He sees his chance, he takes it. Because who knows if there'll be another? He kisses her, long, and slow and sweet, until she's kissing him back with the same longing.
*Aherm* Okay, I got carried away. Basically he kisses her first, but the next time he loses his confidence and doesn't, and then because Annie's impatient as hell, she kisses him second.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning
Annie. I hc that she's the early bird while he struggles to wake up in the morning in general, so naturally being up first, she gives him a little peck on the nose or on the lips. Sometimes he's so deep asleep he doesn't stir at all. Sometimes he's half-awake and drags her closer for longer kisses, and the hope of sleeping in late with her. Sometimes she kisses him short and brief, when she's aching from dealing with something she doesn't like and hasn't told him about; other times they are fluttery, airy, open mouthed kisses, offering silent, sweet promises of love and happiness from between her lips.
Who starts tickle fights
Armin. He reaaaaaaaalllllyy likes teasing her. Whether that's because she's scowling to hide her embarrassment, or refusing to tell him what she's finding so funny in the magazine she's reading - he's always got his hands ready to grab her around the middle and invite her into a tickle fight. The thing though, is that Annie's laughter isn't because of his actions--she's NOT ticklish by any means--but because of the whole play-fighting itself. His laughter is infectious, and she can't help but follow with her own giggling until she's snorting at his stupid jokes and bright eyes.
Guess who's ACTUALLY ticklish? Him. Once she gains the upper hand and squirms away to straddle his hips, it's all game over.
So he may be the one starting the fights, but he's not the one winning them.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Annie. I just find it more in-character for her to blurt out that he's welcome to join her in the shower. Say they've just come back home after a long and tiring muddy hike, and they're so exhausted they might not have the energy to take showers after each other. It's a casual suggestion, quick and without much thought to it, when Annie says, "Join me then. It'll be quicker."
She might've said that, but once they're actually stripping in the bathroom and getting into the hot waters of the bathtub, Annie's the one burning to the tips of her ears. Doesn't help that Armin's lost all his initial embarrassment and inhibitions and is welcoming her to sit between his legs, pulling her back flush against his chest.
The rest belongs in a smut fic.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
Annie. Armin forgets to eat, especially when he's drowning to his neck in documents piling up on his table at work. He's studying up for a meeting on his morning transit, signing off agendas and rescheduling appointments, making six dozen phone calls, holding talks with important people... ugh. He has barely any time to breathe, so his eating habits at work are basically non-existent. During such times when things are more hectic than usual, and it's often a familiar sight to find him coming home with a loosened tie and exhaustion on his face, Annie's the one heading to his workplace with lunch and coffee in her arms. She makes sure he eats, and also eats her own lunch with him, so he's kept company by the only person he can be his silly, goofy self around.
Who was nervous and shy on the first date
I'm inclined to say both, it's just that Armin would express it more openly than Annie would. What Armin would be fretting and worrying about is how perfectly the date is going, how smoothly his plans are working out, and so on. He'd be so bothered about every teeny tiny detail and Annie's enjoyment that he wouldn't really be able to relax and enjoy it himself.
Annie on the other hand, would be nervous and scared about disappointing him. It would warm her heart how he sweetly switches to her more exposed side as they're walking down the street, but it also worries her about how expressive she's being, or rather, how much she's lacking in that respect. Disappointing Armin is probably her biggest fear.
Who kills/takes out the spiders
Annie. Armin hesitates too much. He looks at the mama spider, looks at her eggs, looks at her babies, thinks of the consequences, thinks of their extended families and their ancestors, their futures, their pasts, their presents, and so on and so forth. It's been six hours and he's ignoring the spider in the bathroom because he's conflicted over killing them.
Annie would kill them (she doesn't like bugs), but because she knows it'll break his heart, she traps them in a special plastic cup she keeps for the spiders and lets them out somewhere far away.
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
Armin. Even sober, he's always running to give her a big hug with a stupid wide smile on his face, going "Aaaanniiieeeee!!". The happiest golden retriever in the world. Now get that golden retriever drunk to his eyeballs and he won't fucking shut up about how beautiful she is, how big her heart is, how soft she is, how her eyes are like the sky and the sea and other fantastic imagery. He tells her he wants to marry her (even if they're already married), and how he wants to wake up to her presence everyday. In a crowd, it's fucking embarrassing for Annie. Secretly though? She loves it. Replays it in her head over and over again.
#welp this became wayy longer than i'd meant for it to be#so sorry if you guys wanted something shorter haha xD#you're right tho my best ideas DO come at the ass crack of dawn#but if only I was awake enough to do them any justice... *sigh*#ask#anon ask#novaae#behyuu#aruani#headcanon#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#armin arlert#annie leonhart#aot#snk#aruannie#armin x annie#arminarlert#annie leonhardt
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Part 2 of fic recs, cooperation with @wednesdayday :
Bojan/Jere edition
I'm reading your lips, I know what your type is
uni au, deaf Jere, the cutest and angstiest shit ever, love this so much
Fortnite Dances on Your Dick
@tama-gucci wrote this masterpiece and I’m not telling you anything more, just go and read it
Ugly beautiful
still a work in progress, but oh boy oh boy one of the best ones ever
Enough
tbh I don’t remember this one that much, but it was the first one I ever read and it was special
Come back, be here
this one is loooooong but it was published like every three days and I’ve got such a fond memories for it, it’s so so so so good
Put Me Together, Thread a Needle
HOCKEY FUCKING AU, probably in my top 3, it’s gonna make you feel everything
Midsummer Madness series
arguably the best series in the fandom, arguably one of the best things I’ve ever read, my personal favorite, I do wish to hug the author and praise them forever
Born From Sea Foam
LOVED THE first two chapters, I do feel a little bit lost after the third one but it’s still very good nonetheless, can’t wait for more!!! Bojan and Jere meet on holiday!
Never getting sick (of you)
fucking cute cute cute
Melting like an ice-cream (when you smile)
are you interested in ice cream porn?
I can start the game (won't mind if you finish it)
this is just straight up naughty, I LOVE IT
The story of love (that hurts)
this one is incredibly angsty and it gets worse before it gets better, but it was very well written!!!
When the night falls (stars in your eyes and sea in mine)
holiday AU!!! It’s a WIP and I love it, also it’s got a tiny bit of Jan/Bojan but it fits into the story well
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okay malec prompt
this is the most wretched shit I’ve ever written. I’m never forgiving you for this anh. There will be revenge.
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“Sweetheart!! Be careful,” Magnus yells after his daughter as she rushes towards the swing, falling on her way, and then immediately running back again.
Kids are fucking resilient.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”
Magnus turns and smiles at her, squeezing her hand gently.
It’s a nice evening. The kind of evenings when you just have to get out and have a walk.
He rarely goes on walks anymore, usually commutes through the public transport or his chauffeur.
Walks are overrated anyways.
People can die on sidewalks.
He’s not overreacting. He’s just being realistic.
“Bapak!!” The girl came running towards him and crashes onto his legs. Magnus chuckles softly as his raises his daughter in his arms.
“Hi, peanut,” he kisses her cheek. “Did you have fun?”
“Did!!” The girl yells.
“Come on, time to go home.”
He turns around with his family, making their way over to their car when he hears someone yell his name.
Magnus turns on his heels, raising his brows to see who it is when he notices Simon.
“Simon?”
“Magnus!!” Simon comes running towards him.
“Give me a moment,” he says to the woman next to him and passes his daughter to her.
Simon envelopes Magnus in a crushing hug, and suddenly he feels sixteen again. Laughing and rolling on the soccer field with his friends around him. A time when nothing but love surrounded him.
A time when Magnus was loved like nothing else mattered in the world.
“Sherman, I cannot believe it’s you. It’s been what—“
“11 years. It’s been eleven years,” Simon says. “11 years and 3 months.”
He blinks at the somber tone.
Eleven fucking years.
Eleven fucking years and a life barely lived.
“Bapak?” The small child peaks from the woman’s shoulder and speaks. Her voice a small whisper.
“Bapak?” Simon raises his head. “You’re a dad?”
A wide smile appears on his face, it always does when he thinks of his daughter, the light of his life, the reason why he wakes up every morning.
Magnus takes the child back in his arms and kisses her cheeks, making her giggle in that soft voice of hers.
“Hi, Simon. This is my daughter,” he says proudly, before turning his gaze to the girl and smiling at her. “Baby, this is my very old friend Simon.”
The pigtailed girl gives Simon a beaming smile, waving her hand. “Hi, Simon.”
Simon smiles back, it’s impossible not to, Magnus’s daughter is the cutest thing in the world.
“What’s your name?”
Magnus stills at the words, body freezing as he realises the disaster that’s about to happen. But before he can stop or do anything about it, the girl speaks.
“Alex,” she says proudly, spelling out her name. “A-L-E-X.”
Magnus winces as he sees Simon’s eyes go wide. And also because Magnus knows Simon, the man does not shut up under the worst of circumstances, which he proves in the next few second.
“Alex as in Alexander??” Simon asks baffled, and well, Magnus can’t really blame him.
“Who’s Alexander?” Abigail, his wife standing next to him questions.
He closes his eyes in pain, at the reminder of the name. Of the person who meant—no, means everything to Magnus.
Magnus turns towards her and gives her a tight lipped smile.
“Uh—just a friend. I liked the name.”
Simon scrunches his face, realising the blunder and he opens his mouth to cover up, “I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“
Magnus raises a hand before Simon can fuck this up even more, not that it really is Simon’s fault. “It’s okay Simon. No issues.” He turns towards Abigail and murmurs, “We should leave. It’s Alex’s nap time and she’ll get cranky.”
“Babe, if you want to catch up with your friend, you can. I’ll take her home.”
“Yes, Magnus. We should—” Simon says at the same time that Magnus murmurs, “No, no. We’ll catch up later.”
He hugs Simon and mutters a small apology, promising to call him.
“Bye, bye, Si-Si,” Alex grins.
“Bye Alex,” Simon waves and leaves.
Things are awkward between Magnus and Abigail after that and he laughs inwardly because she doesn’t even know the full truth yet. It’ll be a disaster of mass proposition if or when she finds out.
Abigail can never find out.
He can’t imagine how much it’s going to hurt her and Magnus doesn’t want that. He loves her. He loves her so much and he doesn’t want to see her in pain of finding out his secret.
But eleven years is a long time to keep something like this inside of him, hidden from the world and one day it’s finally out.
Magnus is on a call with Simon, apologising for being aloof the other day and explaining everything.
“Did you really name your kid after your ex?” Simon says surpised.
“Alexander wasn’t an ex,” he snaps.
Alec isn’t an ex. He’s so much more. He’s everything.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—“
Magnus sighs, running his palm over his face. “I’m sorry, Simon. It’s me. I’m being an ass. To you. To my wife. To everyone.”
“Our daughter is named after your ex?” A chilling voice echoes through the room and Magnus can feel the room temperature drop suddenly.
He closes his eyes.
Magnus turns and finds Abigail standing there, her eyes wide. Her beautiful hair falls on her face but she wipes it from her face.
“I—“
The fight that ensues is the worst fight of Magnus’s life.
“How fucking dare you?” Abigail yells, tears streaming through her face.
“Abigail, sweetheart, please listen to me.”
“How could you?”
“It doesn’t mean anything-“ he tries but the lie is as fake as the life he’s been living for the last eleven years.
Devoid of anything.
“He’s the reason, isn’t he?”
“The reason for what?”
“Of everything. Of whatever this stupid marriage is,” she yells.
Magnus goes towards her, touches her shoulder.
“I love you.”
Tears escape her eyes, “But you’re not in love with me.”
“I married you! We have a kid. I just named her after Alexander and I know it’s weird but it’s not that big of a deal,” he tries to explain even though it’s the shittiest excuse.
“How the fuck can you think this is normal. You named our child after some stupid ex—“
And that’s it. That does it for him.
Abigail is mad, understandably so but no one gets to call Alec a stupid ex and Magnus is about to destroy his marriage and his entire life for one little thing that Abigail said in a fit of anger.
“He’s not a stupid ex. He’s the love of my life,” he yells back, his eyes growing wide the second he realises but it’s too late to take back the words.
“I didn’t—“
“Then what am I, Magnus?”
“Abi—“
“Are you cheating on me? Are you seeing him? Where the fuck is—“
“HE’S DEAD!!” Magnus screams. “He’s fucking dead, okay?”
“What?”
“He died eleven years ago in an accident while I was driving the fuxking car, okay? I killed him. I killed my Alec, I—
He falls on the ground, crying for the love he lost, the one that means everything to him and the love that he’s going to lose now.
#anh look what u made me do#this is so wretched I can’t believe what I just wrote byee#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood
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What about Rumbelle? Thoughts?
This is the cutest ask I’ve ever gotten.
Sweet baby angel. Once upon a time (lol) this blog was SOLELY centered around Rumbelle. Like you would not believe my obsession with that ship. The way I ran around my house SCREAMING when Belle remembered Rumplestiltskin and immediately told him she loved him, the KISS in the season 2 premier, the CHOKEHOLD that ship had me in.
Everything kinky and weird I have ever written was conceived within Rumbelle. You think Hellcheer has kinky problematic shit? Nah. They ain’t got NOTHING on the sheer depravity and sin us Rumbellers reveled in. Half my original followers came here for Rumbelle.
So yes, sweet anon. I was an OG Rumbelle writer and fan.
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what are your opinions on the different lestats? and louiss? claudias and armands?
tomstat: a fantastic lestat, did his homework, very fun very angry gave validation to everyone who thinks lestat is lying about his height. flamboyant and cruel and charming he captured it all very well. writing wise anne just didn’t incorporate anything from the other books so he was pretty shallow.
musicalstat: BORINGGGGFF anne tried to make him woe is me i did nothing wrong SHUT UUUUUUUP. i loved his storyline with nicki in this one even though it was less insane and complex and him and gabrielle had great moments but god he was so boring. hugh panera or whatever did a garbage job
qotdstat: still haven’t watched it but i hate him on principal
samstat: my bestest friend sam reid who lives in my hippocampus and we compare tvl annotations teehee. my little science experiment i love to poke him with a stick. yeah of course he’s the best lestat no comparison he’s possessed <3 and best written as well! even if he doesn’t reference macbeth </3
rat piss: the worst louis i’ve ever seen i hope he drowns in a puddle of his namesake! writing wise he’s meh i think cher would’ve done a much better job with the script
musicallouis: he’s such a cutie he just wants things to be chill…..plus he actually was visibly in love with lestat awwww embraaace it embraaaaace it. he should’ve been in it more as is the case with every iteration of louis since the dawn of time
jacoblouis: RAGGHHGGF RHFNENWK. my girlfriend my munchkin tootsiekins,,,,,,,my beauty my angel. best written best acted emmy tony grammy oscar olivier golden globe. i once had a dream i was married to jacob anderson
kirstenclaudia: LITTLE BABY she’s just a little baby she didn’t do anything that’s a baby. the cutest lil babe. they captured her so well in the movie i love her sooooo much
musicalclaudia: SO FUN her song is my favorite song in the show I WANT MORE I WANT MOOORE like yes and you should have more!! have whatever u want !!!!!! also should’ve been in it more she was great
baileyclaudia: MY LITTLE GIRL MY DAUGHTER she’s my actual child like actually. best claudia of course she’s amazing and beautiful and so talented <3 as will be delainey my other daughter <3 but yeah i love bailey’s claudia so much that when the news broke she wasn’t coming back i cried in real life and it wasn’t tearing up either!
banderasmand: meh. i love antonio banderas but he was Meh and i stand by that. i think by changing armand SO drastically you just kind of. lose the whole character. anyway he was a perfect santino!
drewmand: SO GOOD SO SO SO GOOD HOLY SHIT HES SUCH A GOOD ARMAND. even though he has super long straight hair in it i forgive him cause he has the voice of an angel
qotdmand: hate him on principle etc see above
assadmand: the real life armand the armand of my dreams and as a rashidmand truther from day one . and day one being WHEN HE WAS CAST. i knew i knew in my soul he was secretly armand i took one look at assad’s headshot and i said that is armand. and i was RIGHT. anyway he’s barely been in it but i know he’s the best <3
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ALWAYS YOURS | steve harrington
+ steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: steve is looking at you, he always is, but you never notice, until he tells you exactly how he feels
word count: 0.9k
warnings: none! this is literally the cutest and most romantic thing i've ever written
a/n: the gif is not mine! i found it on pinterest, so credits to the owner | masterlist here.
"HEY STEVE come on, let's see The Goonies again please?"
“I don't know why you're being so cute. You never talk to me like that.” he laughs.
“Well, maybe it's because I want to convince you.” You speak as you push towards him on your bed.
“You know i do everything for you without needing more than once.”
You're blushing madly and you're doing your best to hide the rosy red in your cheeks. “Liar! I once had to ask you 7 times to lend me your car.” You say when you finally lie down in your warm, cozy bed.
“My car doesn't get into this discussion.” He argues as he closely watches your every step. The way you gently turn the television on and the way your lips curve into a small smile as The Goonies starts to play.
Maybe that's why Steve loves to do everything for you. Because he loves to see you smile. Your smile is the daily dose of serotonin he needs to live.
You are close to each other, maybe too close for two best friends, you can feel his hot breath against your exposed neck.
“You are so pretty.” He says more to himself than to you.
"And you're not paying attention to my favorite movie." You answer back.
"You really don't notice, do you?"
“Notice what exactly?”
“The way i never take my eyes off you.”
You are definitely breathing too hard. That's not Steve Harrington, your best friend. This is Steve Harrington crazy as fuck. Steve would never look at you that way, only you look at him that way.
"I hate it when you do that." He says.
“Do what?”
"Pretend you didn't hear me to avoid the question."
"I didn't avoid the-"
“Stop doing this shit, Y/N. I know you like the back of my hand, well, maybe more.”
“Steve, look, you are crazy and i-“
"Let's do it like this, I talk and you just listen, ok?" You just nod before he takes a deep breath and starts,“I'm lost without you. I'm a soulless person, like a lonely bird flying nowhere. I am who i am now because of you. You are all the reason, all the hope and all the dreams i’ve ever had in my life, and whatever happens after what im talking about, every day we're together is the best day of my life. I will always be yours. And you will always be mine.
One thing Steve is sure of. No guy can ever love you like he loves you. He won't be able to adore you in the same way, he won't be able to perceive all your tiny movements, the little quirks of your face. It's as if he's only been allowed to see the true color of your eyes. No man can ever see what he has seen. He won't know how to appreciate your sweet whims. He won't love your tiny hand, your infectious laugh and your killer smile. He can even see that lighter strand of your hair, it's true, but never love it. Not in the same way Steve does.
"She is beautiful. Familiar and comfortable.” Steve thinks when he sees the way you're looking at him after the confession. Your eyes are saying what you're not being able to say. Then he lowers his head, and you're facing each other and Steve gently brushes your lips with his. It's a kiss of love. Of history. From getting to know someone so thoroughly that he assume he knows how your lips taste like before he even touch them. But he didn't know. He had no idea. A soft moan travels from your throat to Steve's lips still pressed against your. This ignites a lust inside Steve that he's never felt before. Desperate for more, he runs his tongue over your mouth and you opens up to him. You moan when he tastes your tongue and hearing your voice reminds him that he is kissing his best friend.
He distances himself a little. Foreheads still touching. He looks at you looking for an answer. Hesitating at what he just have done, then you speak.
“I love you, Steve Harrington.”
And shit. His heart never beat as hard as it does now. His lips are back on yours. The long kiss he places on your slightly swollen mouth. Soon after he begins to sprinkle your face with several tender kisses. One in the corner of your mouth, one on your cheek, jaw and down to your neck. A hard laugh escapes your lips as the kisses become wetter and conspicuous. He turns his face back to yours, pausing for a few minutes to look at you and memorize every detail of your face – even though he already knows them all. –
"I can definitely get used to it." Steve says with the biggest smile you've ever seen leave his lips.
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If you do not mind my request, I wonder how Joey and Frank from DbD asked male!reader out? (Separately or together are okay) And what would their daily life together look like as a couple?
I'm so sorry that it took me so long. There isn't much excuse for it so I really hope that you at least enjoy what I've written.
There is a clump of words with no spaces, so for anyone that struggles with reading those I put what it says in brackets afterwards!
THE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE, CREDIT TO THE OWNERS.
Joey:
A bit romantic, and sheepish
Gets you some flowers and your favourite sweets, or favourite snacks if you don’t like sweets.
Shyly asks you while he is blushing. He took his mask off just for this.
“Y/N, I’ve uhh... I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while and… Iwasjustwonderingifyouwouldpossiblygooutwithme. It’s okay if not uhm… I hope this didn’t ruin our friendship-” (the big clump says: “I was just wondering if you would possibly go out with me.” He just says it super fast.).
You would have to cut him off from digging himself a hole because he’s so nervous and worried.
When you say yes, he has the BIGGEST smile, like a little kid on Christmas that got everything they asked for.
Will take you on the sweetest date, he listened to everything you said so he knows all your favourite things and had planned accordingly.
It’s the most incredible date ever btw.
Such a caring boyfriend, a true simp.
Afterwards, if you guys don’t have a sleepover, he will take you home and with your consent, give you the softest, most loving kiss ever. You will have the wind knocked out of you and also become a simp.
Mutual simping proceeds.
If you do have a sleepover, at his place, he will lend you his clothes for you to wear. Cutest shit he has ever seen.
Idc if you're bigger than him, mans bought something in your size and made it smell like him, if you’re like me and allergic to cologne he just wore them until his smell was on ‘em. If not, he sprayed his cologne on them. Get fucked.
If you are a touchy person, you get ALL of the affection and cuddles while you guys watch movies or play games until you fall asleep.
If not, then you just watch movies or play games until you fall asleep. He will let you have your space because he is a respectful man.
We love this man.
The end.
PS: Makes some bomb-ass breakfast in the morning. Your favourite, obviously. The dude really did his research bc he didn’t wanna fuck it up.
Once y’all live together he’s a dream.
Will make breakfast for you both on the weekends so you can wake up to the smell of his immaculate cooking instead of the fire department (That will make sense soon).
On other mornings he would wake you up with kisses.
He makes sure to keep you out of the mess of his friend group because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.
I think he’s a decently neat person- like he’s not a clean freak but he’s not a messy person.
If you hated a chore he’d do it instead.
He’s just… thoughtful, and not afraid to show it.
Always makes sure you are absolutely okay with everything. Like what you’re going to eat, going out to do/buy, etc.
If you have a bad day he’d be the best listener. Hype you up, comfort you, and call you out gently where it’s needed. He’s the best.
Frank:
Ah, this fucker.
So he isn’t great with emotions
Isn’t great with anything at all, tbh.
Him asking you out? Nah. He demands you go out with him.
“Hey, shithead. We’re going to dinner tonight at 7PM. I’m buying. Be ready.”
No, you don’t have a say in this, in case you’re wondering.
He also did his research, but won’t admit it.
He throws in some stuff to make it seem like he totally wasn’t planning this whole thing for a week, no not at all. (Sarcasm)
Is anxiously making sure you’re enjoying yourself, but play it off because he totally gives no fucks noo not at all. (Sarcasm x2)
Grunts and looks away at any kind of affection you show him, he’s hiding his blush, dw.
VERY jealous if anyone even so much dares to look at you the wrong way. Will kiss you hard on the mouth and make eye contact with them.
Will walk you away from them with his arm around you or just whatever you’re comfortable with (Ass preferably)
You’d have a wonderful date with him, and afterwards, it would be nearly midnight because he just wouldn’t want to let you go. But don’t let him know that you know that.
Or do, watch him get flustered and deny it. It’s funny.
Would “casually” invite you for a sleepover, like he doesn’t care or whatever (Say yes. It’s the correct answer.)
So, since you said yes, the sleepover would likely be at your place, ngl.
Would probably borrow your clothes. He looks great in them, very attractive. Menace approved.
Call him cute, he will blush and tell you to shut the fuck up.
You guys would spend the night with you underneath his arm while on the couch.
I don’t think he’s the super touchy type but he does enjoy some cuddles.
If you’re not super touchy then that's perfect! You guys can just vibe on the couch while you watch shitty horror movies (or whatever you’d like to watch).
In the morning he’d try to surprise you with breakfast which results in him: nearly burning your house down, and then telling you that you should be grateful for the burnt toast he made. He is an awful cook.
He will pay for any damages, dw.
Once you guys settle in together, have a home together and all that jazz I think he wouldn’t change much.
Occasionally waking you up with your local fire department at your door. The usual.
He’s mostly cuddly at night, he enjoys holding you while he sleeps.
Or the other way around but he will never outright admit he likes being the little spoon sometimes.
He’s the type to randomly buy you a gift since he’s absolutely dogshit with words.
Looked at an expensive wristwatch for a little too long?
Whoops, it’s on your dresser a few days later.
Don’t ask if he paid for it, there’s a 50/50 chance of him having just stolen it.
Flynn Rider wannabe lookin’ ass.
Anyway, he’s not the most expressive, a very angry man, and can’t admit that he’s soft for you BUT- he is thoughtful.
Will make sure that if you have any pet peeves he doesn’t bother them- like let's say you hate a messy house? Well, he is a walking dumpster fire but he will begin to clean up after himself more. Not completely- but more.
He’s not the greatest listener and I do believe that if he was in a bad mood he would definitely brush you off or accidentally take it out on you, but if you had a bad day and he wasn’t in one of his moods he would listen. He’s not as good as Joey but he tries. He’d probably ask outright what you needed.
He’d also be not so great/gentle at calling you out.
Would probably ask if you need the person bothering you to “disappear”.
Give points where they’re due.
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Since you’re asking for BoB headcanon ideas - what about something with Skip Muck? There’s so little content on him but he’s lovely. Maybe friends to lovers/mutual pining HCs with Skip? Just a thought 💕
hey, thank you so much for this request, I think this is so cute!!! I’ve never written for Skip but I feel like he’s honestly the sweetest cutest man in Easy ever- ok let’s go…
Friends to Lovers / mutual pining with Skip Muck x Reader…
Ok first of all this guy is a literal ray of sunshine, so I think he’d easily make friends with everybody who is anybody. He has no issues forming friendships- and I read somewhere that EVERYBODY LOVED Skip and still missed him 60 years on after his passing. This shows what kinda guy he was- a literal Angel.
So anyway, let’s say you’re in Toccoa together, maybe it takes a while for the two of you to talk/ acknowledge one another due to the lack of weekend passes- but maybe you’re both staying in Georgia and a couple of you head out to a bar.
I feel like one of the other men, maybe Liebgott or Malarkey would ask you to join them in a bar- and you all oblige. That’s when you get sat across from Skip!
I think the feelings would be mutual immediately? Or at least there’s the initial attraction there- the conversation between you both would be so energetic, it would be hard for anybody to catch up or join in half way.
Skip by the end of the night would definitely be thinking ‘oh my god who is this literal Angel, she is fucking perfect for me’.
but of course fraternising isn’t allowed in the army, but before all that, Skip doesn’t think you see him that way!! Of course he thinks you’re stunning and beautiful, but almost a little too good for him?! Something heartbreaking like that- and maybe you just think he’s being chatty and friendly, the way he is with everybody else.
anyway, there’s no indicator to either of you that you both felt that initial attraction, however, the pure excitement you both feel to see each other again is unreal.
I feel like Skip would (not so subtly) ask Penkala questions about you- to which he doesn’t have a clue cos he just met you too, duh. But then he kinda gets loud mouth Luz involved who tells other people, and then a weird rumour would probably spread about you that you’re already married or some shit.
You’re not, obviously, but this is just another reason why Skip remains completely friendly with you, and doesn’t pursue anything else? I think this is a real ‘indicator’ for you that he just wants to be your friend. So you’d just kinda sit and go along with it.
I feel like Luz or Guarnere would bring up your husband one day and your nose would scrunch as you fired back immediately. “What husband?”
“Ya know, the one you’ve been married to for the past six years.”
“first of all I’m only 21, second of all I literally don’t even have a boyfriend, never mind a husband!!!”
Penkala nudges Skip not so discreetly, as if to say ‘you’re in buddy!’
“So… you’re not married?” Skip, dumbfounded, asks. I feel like you’d most definitely blush a scarlet red colour out of slight embarrassment about the rumour, and to think Skip thought you were married and off the market?! That made you panic!
the men become way more flirty with you when they realise you’re not a taken lady. (Not that it stopped some of them before lmaoooo).
“It makes me feel so embarrassed, ya’know. Getting hit on in front of all my friends. I wish they’d lay off it for a while.” One day you and Skip are walking let’s say back from the pub together, or through Toccoa. You’re explaining to him about how sick of the flirting you are.
Skip wishes they’d lay off it too. “Well you’re a pretty girl, you know. They’re probably just dying for a chance with you.” The words slip out of his mouth quicker than he realises.
I feel like both your eyes would go wide and you’d both start blushing and stammering. That’s the first time the two of you get an inkling that the feeling of your friendship being something more might exist.
even though there’s the prospect of you two being together, I think the both of you are kinda worried that it wouldn’t be true thag you both have the same feelings- or you’re worried about ruining what you already have.
at some point in the friendship I think you both become comfortable becoming more touchy feely? I’m talking about hugs, grabbing each others hands, hands on each others backs. Or maybe you’re just moving Skip’s hair out of his face and suddenly you’d realise fuck fuck fuck you’re in love with him.
There’s no specific moment when you both remember being in love- it’s a culmination of things over time, and with the dangers of war, all your feelings are intensified and the longing for one another grows.
small glances from across the room/ area when you’re being briefed.
checking up on one another after every single day.
there’d be small ways Skip would find excuses to speak to you. Like “oh I found this I need to give it to her” or “I’m gonna go see if she’s got all her supplies because so and so said she’d lost her scissors.”
everybody has caught on, but Skip doesn’t know.
Big time jump to Bastogne, Skip has a narrow escape with his foxhole being bombed out- and you watch the whole thing.
Let’s say you’re on your way out to help somebody when you see your life flash in front of your eyes. I think you’d yell out his name in horror, and stunned by what had happened, Skip races over to you but only to make sure you’re okay.
there’s hot tears streaming down your face and Skip has never seen you cry before, he can’t stand it- it absolutely breaks his heart. He’s never felt so much adrenaline rushing through his body before, so when your hand is cupped over his face you just KISS.
Neither of you break apart to question wtf just happened, because oh my god it’s been such a long time coming- and just feels so right.
the concept of losing one another is beyond thinkable and too painful. You two are so deeply in love and Skip decides there’s absolutely nothing to stop the two of you being together now.
your feelings are out in the open, thank god, and you’re still each others best friends- yet the two of you are so in love and honestly just the happiest couple going.
without one another neither of you could’ve made it, you’d really be each others rocks, and Skip would still sit and question how the hell the two of you are finally together.
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aw cute, I’m so sorry this took so so long to write, but I hope you enjoy!!
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Summary: A quiet moment shortly after Kagome’s return.
Smiling softly, Kagome had to fight the urge to kiss her husband who had come home battered and bruised from an unusually hard exorcism. It had been late when he clumsily climbed into bed - clearly making an effort not to disturb her - but the hand he curled by her head? The fingers that absently played with her hair as he fell asleep? Those had inadvertently woken her up and so, blinking sluggishly as she fought against the urge to pass out once more, Kagome watched as he relaxed. Clawed calloused fingers gently rubbing her hair between his fingertips with the most relieved expression. Like he truly and fully believed everything would be alright because she was there.
When he hummed to himself and curled his free hand against his chest - rolling the beads still around his neck between his fingers with the cutest little smile…
Well…
She just had to dip forward to kiss his temple and his heavy eyelids fluttered open with a weary hum.
“Sorry,” he yawned as he moved to drape one arm across her waist, “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell,” she whispered as she cuddled closer and Inuyasha let out a bemused groan.
“Explosion,” Inuyasha offered by way of explanation before wrinkling his nose and pulling his hand back to prod lightly at his chest, “Hit me square on. Can barely hear. Can’t smell shit.”
“Are you okay?! Do you need anything?” Kagome asked worriedly and Inuyasha shook his head.
“M’fine. I mean, burned a little, think I broke a few ribs but it’ll be healed by morning,” he yawned again - returning his arm to its former place across her waist, “But don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Just happy to be here.”
Sighing shakily, Kagome tried to act like that last statement didn’t scare the crap out of her but Inuyasha seemed to realize how his statement had been taken.
“With you. I’m happy to be here with you in general,” he clarified with a content hum, “I’m fine.”
Although Kagome didn’t seem all that convinced, in all fairness, to say he was simply happy would be an understatement. A few weeks ago she’d dropped back into his life. And…to be honest, not all that much had changed about their relationship. Aside from the normal aspects of married life. Inuyasha wasn’t a sweet person or an affectionate one. They still fought. There were still insults and quips thrown about. But the one thing that was different was that they were married. They were closer than ever. They shared a home. Lives. Everything.
“I love you. You know that, right?” Inuyasha breathed as he gave her body a featherlight squeeze.
“How…big was this bomb?” Kagome asked awkwardly and Inuyasha’s content expression faded into annoyance.
“Why does that matter?” Inuyasha countered defensively, “I can’t say nice things unless I thought I was gunna die?”
“That’s not what I-“
Inuyasha huffed and seemed to make a decision.
“Wasn’t that big. Just exploded right on me and, yeah, I will admit I was scared for a second but that doesn’t make what I said a lie,” he protested as he scooted back and rolled away from her, “I’m happy you came back. That you’re here. I am happy you are here with me. Me. You. Happy. Got that?”
“Noted. I’m sorry,” she offered as she sat up and leaned over to kiss his cheek - a gesture he leaned into. A moment went by then two and he rolled onto his back. Looking up at her with worry written all over his face.
“I’m not a bad husband, huh?” he asked hesitantly, “I know in the past I wasn’t…clear but now you know I love you, right?”
“I know you do. I just-“
Kagome trailed off before laying back down and resting her cheek above his heart.
“You were playing with my hair. It was cute….but weird. Made me worry that maybe you were worse off than you were saying.”
“M’fine. Really. Besides s’not that weird. I’ve always done that,” Inuyasha sighed heavily, “I just didn’t want to wake you up so-“
Kagome made a face and propped herself up on one arm.
“Define always.”
Even in the limited moonlight, she could see the blush on his cheeks and the flash of fear in his eyes.
“You knew I did that,” he argued weakly - like he honestly expected to answer in the affirmative, “I woke you up more than once. Not on purpose but-“
“No memory of that. At all,” she answered honestly and Inuyasha looked like he wanted to die.
“I know you knew I did that. You knew,” he tried to argue - for some reason humiliated despite being currently married to the woman whose hair he had fondled late at night when he was feeling anxious.
Kagome had to bite her lip to hold back her grin while her fingers gently brushed his slightly singed bangs away from his face.
“Nope.”
Letting out a shuddering breath, Inuyasha tried to think of something to say. An apology didn’t seem appropriate. She wasn’t mad at him over this. What he’d done was innocent. Wasn’t like he’d just admitted he’d spied on her naked - which he had done on multiple occasions. They weren’t fighting per se. So why was he so embarrassed over this?
“Look I-“
“Hey. It doesn’t really matter so how about this, hm? Going forward, you can pet my hair any time you want,” Kagome hummed affectionately as she dipped forward and pressed her lips against his temple, “But I get to pet your ears.”
Still struggling to figure out why he felt so ashamed about showing affection way back in the before times, Inuyasha chewed the inside of his cheek as he contemplated her condition. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel nice. It was more a reminder that he wasn’t quite human or demon. That he was different.
But Kagome didn’t care about any of that. In fact…
In fact, she loved that about him. Just loved him for being, well, him. Over the past three years, he thought he remembered what that acceptance and affection felt like. Thought he was mimicking the feeling when he imagined her voice and her smile. Had whole conversations in his head whenever he found himself injured or alone. Relived precious memories of good times they shared and moments when he dared to think she loved him before he knew for sure.
But as he lay here…
Even amidst the pain and soreness from having a bomb explode on his chest…
No amount of pretending compared to experiencing it.
“Fine. Just not in public,” he countered shakily.
“Not in public,” she agreed before laying back down and reaching up to fondle the nearest ear. Relaxing now that the awkward conversation was over, Inuyasha hummed and reached up to gently play with her hair in turn.
“I am glad you’re back though,” he whispered quietly as he turned his head and nuzzled her chin, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Kagome mumbled happily before huffing in annoyance, “Stupid well.”
“Stupid well,” Inuyasha agreed with a tired laugh before swallowing thickly and reaching up to brush her cheek with the back of his hand, “But I mean, can’t be too mad at it. Did bring you here. Brought you back. That’s something.”
“True. Still say it’s stupid,” Kagome offered after a large yawn. Inuyasha smirked then sighed with a mixture of sadness and amusement.
“Yeah. Still stupid…”
A moment passed then two.
“So…are you going to let me see how badly you were hurt or am I just going to get to imagine it being way worse than it is?” Kagome teased softly as she kissed his temple and smirked against his skin, “Just blood and gore and a fractured rib sticking out of your chest. Third degree burns with your skin falling off the bone.”
Inuyasha laughed softly to himself and rolled his eyes but he did sit up with a heavy sigh and begin shrugging off his top.
“You worry too much.”
A warm hum. Two arms snaked around his neck from behind. A pair of lips gently caressed his bare shoulder. Leaning back into her embrace. Inuyasha shyly smiled. A smile which only grew when she gave him a reply.
“Only about you.”
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