#geez i love the nose of this man
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Can I request a fic with Remus (I love him), with a shy fem!reader girlfriend? House doesn’t really matter, but Hufflepuff might be fitting lol. She wants to meet his group of friends officially for the first time (she’s dating Remus and she hasn’t yet), but she’s too anxious despite trying to hype herself up for it? Maybe Remus comforts her
Darling, this is such a cute request! 🫶 Also, who doesn’t love Remus? We all do, no questions asked (I would do anything for him and Regulus). I absolutely love to write for this man, and I think Remus with a shy s/o is stinking cute. Thank you for requesting! 🫂 (Not edited so there may be grammatical errors or typos lurking around)
Loving Yellow and Black
Pairings: Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader
CW: Language and mentions of smoking.
In many ways, you were different from his friends.
You were polite, kind, and willing to help others- basically what everyone thinks of when they picture an ideal Hufflepuff student. Not saying that James, Sirius, and Peter were rude or anything like that, but there was just something gentle about you that Remus saw. As for them? They’re a rambunctious mess, a bit rough around the edges.
Remus found it quite charming, you try your best to blend in, be a wallflower so your student life at Hogwarts would be smooth sailing. Although, to Remus, no matter what you do, you stand out effortlessly. When he first expressed his interest in you, you were hesitant and cautious. You thought it was just one of the many other pranks that he and the other marauders had planned on other students.
“Go out with me, Y/n?” Remus asked nervously, after a week of him approaching and befriending you.
“Erm…” You looked around, making sure he was talking to you. “Are you talking to me?”
So, he did everything he could to make sure you know that he’s serious about you and that you won’t feel anything but that.
Slowly but surely, the hesitance and doubts started to go away as you got to know him better. You learned that he loves chocolates, his eyes would light up when you bring him chocolate frogs whenever you and your friends would go to Hogsmeade. His eyes having literal stars as he took in the sight of you, and how his laugh would make you smile as he whisks you away from your common rooms to hang out (snog) in the Astronomy tower and bringing you back just before the clock strikes twelve.
You bring out the best versions of yourself when you’re both with each other. Remus helps you to be a bit more adventurous, making you try things you never even thought of doing, such as sneaking out past curfew. Remus was your many firsts.
Remus found himself being more patient and calmer than before, maybe your nature rubbed off on him like how his rubbed off on you.
“Moony, are you smoking… you know?”
Remus nearly choked on his breakfast one morning. He turns to look at Sirius, eyes wide with shock. “Just why would you think that Padfoot?!” Sirius shrugged, putting his arms up as if he was surrendering. “Geez, just asking a question, don’t get your knickers in a twist, Moony.”
“I’m not smoking, or doing whatever you think I’m doing, you sod.”
Remus grumbles while James just laughed, “Alright, there’s our original Moony.”
“You seem calmer recently, Moons. We were just curious.” Peter shrugs, taking a bite out of his pancake, Remus raised his eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Yeah, it was like you turned into a saint. You don’t even scold James and I anymore for our boxers strewn across the floor- “
“Hey! Shut it, what if Lily hears?!”
“Mind you, we are in the great hall eating breakfast, Padfoot.”
“I’m just saying!”
“Quiet down, people are looking.”
It was just a matter of time when your friends found out you’re dating Remus and managed to keep it under their noses for a few months.
“Y/n! How could you? We trusted you!” El, one of your friends shrieks dramatically, plopping down her bed, making you furrow your eyebrows. “Erm… is there something going on?”
“of course there is! Why did you keep it a secret?” She whined, pulling you next to her.
“Keep what a secret?”
“You and Lupin!”
“Oh, erm…” You trailed off, trying to fight the blush forming on your face. Your other friends started to tease you, “So it’s true!”
“Yes.” You confirmed with a nod, your hands over your face as a poor attempt to cover your blush.
“Alright, we need to know if the bloke is good enough to date our Y/n.”
It quickly became known to other students within your house that you were dating the witty marauder. Of course, this kind of news spreads like wildfire across Hogwarts; even reaching the three marauders who were in the dark with their Moony’s love life. They need to meet you as soon as possible and didn’t even let Remus have peace and quiet until he asked you if you were okay about it.
“So, they found out about us.” Remus bit his lip, looking nervously. You blinked, “Well, it was bound to happen, my friends were… vocal about it.” She chuckled as Remus cracked a grin.
“Tell me about it.”
“I’m guessing they want to meet me?”
Remus nodded, sighing. “Sorry angel. I tried to tell them- “
“It’s alright, honey. I figured it would be good after my friends also demanded you to meet them.”
To say that you were terrified would be an understatement; you felt like you were going to throw up in your shoes, break out in a cold sweat, or even stumble because damn it- your legs are shaking, as if you’re going to collapse under your own weight.
Well yeah, you were the one who kinda brought it up, but it still didn’t lessen the nerves you have. You wanted them to at least be civil towards you and to recognize your relationship with their friend. You were thinking of what outfit you should wear a week prior to the meeting, and you carefully planned out how you would respond to the possible questions they’d have. Call it over thinking, but you were just preparing for every single possible outcome.
“Alright, I can do this.” You chanted, looking at the mirror then at your watch, only 30 minutes before Remus arrives in the Hufflepuff common room. You checked your hair, smoothing it out as you checked yourself for the umpteenth time.
“Merlin, Y/n. You’re acting like you’re meeting the Prime Minister of Magic.” El commented, shaking her head. “You’ll be fine, if they don’t like you… then they better prepare themselves for a Hufflepuff’s wrath.”
Remus casts a glance worriedly at you, fixing your black and yellow scarf on your neck. “Darling, it isn’t that cold out, you don’t have to practically cover your face with it.” He chuckles, kissing your reddening cheeks as you huffed, “It would be a great help when I meet your friends.” Grinning, he pinched your cheeks, making you glare at him.
“They’ll love you. Don’t worry too much, yeah?” He whispers, before giving your forehead a kiss, at this point, Remus and the cold weather’s mission is to make you look like a tomato.
You gulped nervously, fiddling with the ends of the scarf. “But… I…”
To be honest, you are kind of expecting them to be disappointed when they meet you. A Hufflepuff girl, fairly average, wallflower, and a goody-two-shoes. Quite boring, in your opinion. Remus’s gaze hardened, as if scolding you. “I know what’s going on your pretty mind, darling. Just be yourself.” Squeezing your hand in his, you made your way to the Gryffindor Tower and to the dorm room he and his friends share.
“There you are, Moony!” James smiled as he opened the door to their room, his smile widening as he casts, a glance at you. “You must be Y/n! Come in!” He excitedly ushers both of you inside the room, you gave Remus’s hand a squeeze, he looks at you and squeezes back. You took a glance at their room, there was Sirius laying down lazily on his bed, Peter sitting on a random beanbag on their dorm room, and Lily sitting on her boyfriend’s bed, beaming a smile in which you returned; albeit a little more nervously.
“Any second further than that and I’d thought Moony was lying about finally getting a girl, isn’t that right, wormtail?” Sirius grinned, teasing Remus before standing up and giving you a hug. Which made you widen your eyes and stiff up, but recovering quickly to hug him back, pulling away after a few moments.
“Nice to meet you, love. I’m Sirius.”
You smiled shyly, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n.”
“Remus, tell me again how’d you manage to get someone as gorgeous as she is?”
Remus rolled his eyes, “Sod off, Pads.” Sirius just laughed, smiling as he looks at you and Remus together.
“Hi Y/n, I’m Peter. Nice to meet you.” Peter smiled politely, holding out his hand which you took, shaking it. “Nice to meet you too, Peter.”
Lily smiled, pointing at her boyfriend. “That one’s James! Don’t pay attention to him- “ cue a protest from James, who’s pouting “-and I’m Lily, so glad there’s another girl in the group! They’re driving me crazy!” She practically bounced off her feet and hugged you, making you stumble, and Remus put a hand on your back to support you.
Okay, this wasn’t what you expected. Quite far actually.
Your heart fills with warmth as you allowed a smile to appear on your face, looking around, seeing how they felt so comfortable with you already. Sirius was busy bothering Peter, who shoos him away, complaining that he’s being annoying even when you’re with them. “Have you got any shame left with you, Padfoot?”
“Hm, last time I checked none.”
James was trying to get your opinion on how to pull off one of their pranks, and Lily scolding him not to drag you onto his shenanigans.
Remus pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist, he whispers. “Welcome to the family, darling.”
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Horny thoughts about having San as your boyfriend, damn i can't stop thinking about this man 😮💨
Y'ALL SEE HIS NEW PIC? HAVE MERCY PLEASE MY LORD 🛐🛐🛐🛐
W/T: 18+ content (nono square for minors)
• imagine you two just laying on your shared bed, the both of you minding your business watching your phones, quite bored. And then out of nowhere you expose his defined abs for joke, by dragging his t-shirt up, but making him suddenly so needy for you to suck and leaving hickeys on every inch of his stomach (duuuhh im so obsessed with his chest)
• bet he'd get so jealous, not with strangers but with the other members, geez i think he would be quite annoyed by them flirting (jokingly) with you. But don't you dare to do the same, he'd instantly pin you at the wall and fuck you mercilessly, as soon as you come back home
• obviously he's not always rough, he'd also love you to give him head and just sucking him off, everywhere at anytime, there's no refuses. He'd love especially when you do it suddenly, feeling your tongue licking his dick as a surprise would make him so, and i mean so hard, maybe under the table while he's working, while he sleeps, under the blanket when he's watching a film...
• HE'S AN ASS MAN, PERIOD (and im so happy about it, cuz im obsessed with my ass, too) his fav position would be obviously doggystyle, he'd go crazy at the sight of his thick dick disappearing inside you, your ass red from all the times he would spank it, and slapping against his waist. I think he'd also sometimes, when you cuddle, palm it, lick it, leave small kisses and hickeys around its cheeks (im melting oh my-)
• he'd love to see you wearing his hoodies, especially the gray one (HE ALWAYS WEARS GRAY HOODIES). You wearing only that hoodie, layed on your bed, with him who drags it up a little, enough for him to could finger you, daaamnnn imagine his strong fingers finding their way into your pussy and then playing joyfully with your clit (HRMRNJDJE im going crazy for the things I AM writing on my own)
• when he's on tour he'd ask you to send him pics (nudes 🫢) he loves your sexy-aesthetic photos, no need to say he'd masturbate on them, imagine him stroking his dick desperately, because he needs to feel and see you soo bad. You perfectly know it, so you'd send him audios of you dirty talking just to tease him more (spoiler: he'd probably cum only by hearing your small whimpers), SO THEN HE WOULD PAY YOU BACK by sending you audios while he's reaching his orgasm, damn his moans would be so prettyy
• god... if you'd say to him something like: "baby im horny" he surely would reply to you: "fuck me, then" so you would immediately ride him. Imagine unzipping his leather jeans (i literally scream when i see him wearing them) his cock popping out of his boxers, already hard by the idea of you bouncing on it. And just like that, you'd take all of his length at the first thrust. When you'd stop because of too much friction, after bouncing desperately, he'd raise his hips and fuck you from beneath, overstimulating you because he loves to see you fucked out by him.
• passionate sex with him would be like heaven... 🫠 you layed on your back, on your bed, him on top of you, kissing you deeply, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth so softly. You're caressing his back, and he is doing the same with your hair, he'd attach his nose on your skin just to feel your soft scent. He would also make you understand, you're his significant one, by laying you on your stomach, legs open while he's sliding in and out of you deeply but sweetly, his hands resting on your ass, massaging it. It would be so relaxing, and after he has reached his orgasm, he would took his dick out and cum on your ass, smear it and then lick it off of you.
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Yandere Omega with a reader who has a lot of money and treats him like royalty, in addition to being super affectionate and coveted by other omegas
Sry this sucks I wanted it gone from my drafts or it’ll be there forever💀
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“I want more grapes.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Actually, add some strawberries while you’re at it.”
“Certainly.”
Inside a lavishly decorated penthouse, numerous people were running around doing different task assigned to them. The stress and anxiety of not performing their task correctly or perfectly enough hung well over their heads in a thick ominous cloud.
“Ah, be careful with those! They’re not cheap. Geez, you’d think they’re worth less than carboard the way they’re handling them”
The orchestrator of this was none other than a frail-looking young man, and not at all a scary operator.
He was beautiful- the man. Without a doubt one of the best looking people you’d walk by in your life. Which is obviously one of the reasons for his now luxurious lifestyle.
“Excuse me, sir?” said a voice nervously.
The omega swallowed the berry in his mouth, chewed lazily before saying, “Yes.”
“Your- ehm- order has arrived.”
He furrowed his brows, going through his memories, “But you said the bone china plates already arrived a few days ago? And that painting I wanted, it’s right there in the wall, you see.”
The attendant cleared his throat uncomfortably while loosening his collar. “Yes, they did arrive as well as the painting. However this is one of the- ehem- special orders. I put them away privately in your bedroom.”
Suddenly a lightbulb went off in the beautiful man’s head and he exclaimed in delight, “Ah, you mean one of those orders! Why didn’t you just say so from the beginning?”
The attendant didn’t even bother to answer, knowing his master had already ran off to unbox his items.
The omega squealed in joy as soon as he opened the box. Inside, perfectly wrapped in protective layers, laid a matching set of lingerie. Created from exquisite lace the handmade underwear came at a hefty price. Not that he was the one paying.
Gosh, he was so lucky! You really spoiled him so much. No wonder his head is turning in the wrong direction. He was living every omega’s dream. Managing to catch the attention of a highly respected and wealthy alpha is something every omega is told they’re supposed to do, but it doesn’t guarantee the consequences coming with it are great.
Not all alpha’s carry the same respect for others, especially omegas. But you were different! You treated him with outmost care and spoon-feed him every second. Oh, he just loves you so much!
“I’m home!” A voice rung through the penthouse and reached him.
“Sweetie!” The omega hurried to the front door to greet his lover.
You were slightly thrown back because of the force he had gathered when he hit against your body. You hugged him to your body and ran your fingers through his hair. Leaning down to his height, you breathed in his wonderful scent and smiled in bliss. Then your nose travelled further down to his neck.
"Haha, hey!" The omega squirmed slightly in your grasp. "That tickles."
"Did you miss me?" You ignored his pleas and continued sniffing him while asking directly if he'd thought about you today.
He became quiet for a moment before saying, "No."
But when you began affectionatly tickle him for real he changed his tone fast. Both of you landed on the floor (you made sure he wasn’t harmed, of course) in a laughing mess as he begged for mercy and gave up fighting you.
He blushed before admitting, “Okay, I did miss you. A lot actually.”
“Of course you did. After all, you are mine. My little omega.”
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okay hold up I just a.. unique idea
Im rewatching OP and im at sabody arc, n Laffy jist knocked the shit outta the noble
Idk who to ask this for but id love to see how'd you'd write a character reacticing to a noble trynna BUY child reader..
Or perhaps how mihawk would react with them trynna buy winged!child!reader?? IDK IT JIST SPROUTED
Do with as you will👹
Embracing Feelings and Family (Rayleigh x gn!winged!child!reader)
A/N: Not sure how to feel about this one., I think is really mid, maybe it’s just because of the dark nature of the piece itself but idk. I think this goes without saying based on the request but beware of the dark undertones of this piece as it portrays human slavery and auctioning. I couldn’t come up with something for mihawk so I went with our favorite grandpa
Dividers by @/saradika
“Up next, we have ourselves a true rarity! This one will blow your minds; we have a winged child! You can fly it around as you want or even have them carry you around the skies! They can even deliver you special things in a fraction of a time!” The announcer enthusiastically explained
“Let us start the bid at 10 Million Berry! Who offers 10 Million Berry?!”
“Let me go, you Jerks! Im not an item!” The child growls, banging on the cage’s bars
Charlos awes childishly before throwing out the first bid
“It’s a big Bird! It’s a Big Bird! 50 million Berry!” He yelled out joyfully before waving happily to the child in the cage
“Grandpa will get you all! Grandpa will save me, you gross creeps!”
The bidders ignore the child’s threats, continuing to bid
“60 million!” A man in the back screams
“80 million!” Another man hollers back
“I’ll do 800 million!” Charlos shouts back while waving his arms frantically in the air excitedly
“D-Does somebody bid any higher?”
“800 million….” “Awe, man, I was excited to have it too!” The crowd mutters
“Going in 3!
Going in 2!
Going in 1!
Sold!
The winged child goes to Saint Charlos for 800 million berry!”
Reader screams as they open the door to their cage and begin pulling on the chains, trying to pull them out and take him toward Charlos.
“Don’t touch me!” They sneered, throwing a kick toward the handler that was closest to them
The handler dodges out of the way and gives them a look.
“Rude little one, don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” The handler growls
“You have just been bought for a very generous amount of money for no one less than a Saint himself! A nobody like you should be Grateful!” They turn towards The Saint and bow
“A-Apologies for its insolence Saint Charlos; if I may, I’ll gladly teach it some manners for you; no need to trouble someone of your status to teach slaves some tricks.”
Charlos groans, sticking his finger in his nose.
“Could you hurry it up? I want to fly it!”
“Yes, Yes, of course; im sure you must be extremely busy, Saint Charlos. I promise not to take more time than is needed!” they assure him, turning around towards the child
“Now come here, you stupid brat,” they growl, raising a baton towards them.
“You will learn to listen!" the exclaim, bringing the baton down, but instead of receiving a blow, the man before them falls to the ground, knocked unconscious.
Reader sighs with relief when the man falls to the ground, the people in the auctioning house following the familiar pattern they have come to expect from their grandpa’s powerful Haki
“Grandpa!” They say, trying to flutter their way to Rayleigh but are cut short due to the chains binding them, causing them to plummet to the ground
“Ow”
“Geez, Reader.”
Rayleigh sighs calmly as he wrenches the chains from them easily, not paying any mind to the explosions that followed once they were removed.
“You seem to be able to get yourself in all kinds of trouble,” He says calmly as he sets the child back down
“Haven’t I told you not to get near this place and much less showing off those wings of yours?”
“What was it this time?” He asks as he looks them over for injuries
“I tried to fly higher…but a wind current caught me, and I couldn’t get myself out from it; it dragged me here, and they brought me here.”
“A wind current?” Rayleigh asks curiously
“One strong enough to drag even you, that’s pretty surprising, to say the least,” He says as he continues to look them over
“Are you alright? Have you sustained any injuries?”
“Im okay.”
“Alright, good to know,” He says as he scoops them up and leaves the wretched place.
“That must have been scary, huh? Im sorry it took me so long to get there; my body doesn’t move the way I want to anymore.”
“I wasn’t scared,” they mutter
“It’s okay, you know.”
“What?”
“To be scared for one’s life from time to time it’s not something one should be ashamed to admit; it doesn’t make us any less brave; you have the right to be scared, just as much as you have the right to be brave.”
“Your feelings are real; you shouldn’t deny them,” He says as he continues to carry them
They stare at him as their eyes begin to water
He smiles gently
“Just let it out, Reader; no one will think less of you for being scared.”
They hug him tighter, diving their head in his shirt as sobs start escaping them
“T-They kept calling me ‘it,’ they kept saying how they would fly me around like I was a kite,” they sob
He ran his fingers through their hair while he let them continue to cry, hugging them back tightly as he did.
He couldn’t help the anger he felt rising when thinking about what had happened inside the auction house
He rubs their back gently as he continues to walk
“Nothing that they told you in it is true; Reader, do not listen to their words; you are invaluable and your own person, not someone to be owned,” He says
“I -I know b-but the way they said it, they meant it, Grandpa; I was nothing but an item for them to use in their eyes.”
He pulls them a bit more tightly as he did
"I know, some people are like that, wretched beings who enjoy stepping in other people and causing them misery simply because they can."
“You are someone special to me; always remember that; you are the biggest treasure for me and your grandmother,” He says gently as they rub their back
"Now what do you say we go back to the shack and ask Grandma to make you your favorite drink?" they offer, chuckling when they feel the child nooding
"Can we add extra chocolate to it?"
"Anything you want, Reader," he smiles, knowing that it would take a long time and effort to build their confidence and sense of security back to where it was after everything that had happened, but they would get there together.
Ya’ll I have summoned my choice wheels to do some platonic!reader x character, not child reader, normal age reader but still platonic 👀 Had to fight to find some good roulettes.
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MOM
Reader is a combat medic, a BIG sweeth tooth and a mother to 141 boys (dont forget can cook too) a waifu material
In case with Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
MasterList
Warning!!: jelly and OOC Ghost, and jelly Soap
You grunt from your chair stretching your arm up, exhausted with the examination paper that one of the nurses gave you
“guess I need a little snack time..” after tidying up the paper you walk into the door and think of what will you make for your snack time
As you open the door there in the doorway stands a tall man with his skull balaclava on his head, you jump a little placing your hand on your chest
“Oh my God..!!” you gasp
‘Seriously this man going to be death of me’ you thought while calming down your heartbeat
“Doc” he casually greets looking down at you
“Simon! what’s wrong? you need something?” you notice his eyes narrowing
“.....I heard Johnny got some sweets”
“Uhh..yeah..well like the usual Johnny, right? I mean is not unsual for him to got a sweets from me” you tried to explain the strict Lieutenant, remembering the first time you gave him sweets after Gaz, Soap, and Price
You could say that he is...
“you know the drill Doc”
“must you always do that Simon?” you could almost feel him smirk under that balaclava planning something devious
“..hmp of course he’s the one who brags about it” Ghost crossing his arm on his chest
...Quite delight especially when that time you cook for them
“Fine...” you sigh shaking your head, both of you heading to the kitchen
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“Chocolate cake? or cheese cake?”
“Chocolate one”
“Okay..guess I have make it for – “
“NO I WANT IT ALL TO MYSELF” his gruff voice boomed as he glared at you
“okay..okay hun! Geez..what happen that make you like this Simon?” you ask while preparing the utensils and the ingredients
“Jhonny fault for swaying the sweets you gave ‘im in front of my face...tauntingly” he leans on the counter watching you preparing the cake, you glance at him and sigh tiredly
“of course..Jhonny you’re the source of it all”
“dont forget you’re the one who spoil ‘im”grunt Ghost
“well..being the oldest one and having 5 ‘lil brothers will doing it to you” Ghost just huffs, he already knows about your family condition a part of him feels envy...but then he is in love with your motherly side enough for him wanting to married you
“Im waiting Doc...” you just hummed at him fully concentrating on the task, Ghost just stared at you fondly
He knows that you didn’t want any help when you making something for the rest of the team, and says that they only making it worse so he makes the tea instead
.
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“mhh..good as always Doc”
“ehehe thanks Simon~”
Then in the hallway Soap who had just done from his training smelled a delicious scent, rushing into the kitchen his body hunching nose sniffed around the room like a dog searching for the source of the scent
“DOC! Y-you make something?” he cried out at you who now cleaning up the utensils, if he has a dog's tail you bet it’ll wag excitedly right now
“Uhh..yeah..” you pointed at Ghost who was busy munching the medium size chocolate cake with his balaclava pulled up to the bridge of his nose, both Ghost and Soap stared at each other
The lieutenant squinting his eyes at Soap, while the Scottish man stared at the half-eaten cake
“Ohhh~ LT, you’re – “ Soap swaying way to the cake tried to persuade Ghost to share, and...
HAUMPH
“Mmmhh...ish gooddd..”
Your eyes widen in disbelief so does Soap with jaw open wide his bulk arm reaches the cake.. trying to reach the cake, crushing his hope and dream into dust
“sorry Soap not gonna happen...” wiping the chocolate from his mouth, taking his cup of tea
“Appreciate the cake Doc, its delicious as always” he approaching you
“always?!” Soap shriek snap his head at you
“u-uh yeah y-you’re wel – “suddenly he kisses your cheek while staring at Soap tauntingly then pulled down his balaclava and walking away from the scene, with a blushing face you touch the cheeks he kisses
‘Oh dear...he’s REALLY gonna be death of me..’
Soap stand there fuming not just eating the whole cake in front him, he just kiss YOUR cheeks?!
‘oh..its on now...LT’ you sigh glance at Soap
‘maybe I’ll gave him mine instead’
#call of duty#call of duty x reader#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#mom#medic reader#task force 141 x reader
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Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I binge-read all of you trigun fics and i loved them, so i wanted to request something too!
How about a Vash x reader where the reader sleeps on him? Vash is listening to them ramble about something and then boom, they fall asleep on him bc hes warm. <3
MY FIRST ASK! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FOR THE ENTIRE DAY!
i am doing well! thank you for your support! <33
i usually take forever to write a piece, but ur ask inspired me and had me thinking all day on how to go about this. so hope you enjoy this! thank you for the request!
Sweet Dreams
Exiting the bathroom, freshly washed and donning one of Vash’s shirts, you throw your towel over your head, continuing to dry off your head while you peered out into the room. Vash lounged on the motel bed, arms thrown behind him to support his head, lean legs sprawled out and taking up the entire mattress. He was whistling a tune you didn’t recognize, one eye closed while the other surveilled you in the opening of the steaming door.
“Ya sure you didn’t wanna take a shower? There’s still some hot water left,” you offered.
“Nah, got too comfy waiting here for you. I’ll take one in the morning.”
He closed his other eye, humming the tune now. He did look comfy. A little too comfy. With his eyes closed, he didn’t see the mischievous glimmer in your eye. The pattering of your feet was his only warning as you dove for him, body landing atop his, an ‘oof!’ sounding from him as your body weight collapsed on his chest. You were cackling at the noise he made, wrapping your arms around his waist as his fingers tickled your sides.
“Not fair! You attacked a defenseless man!”
“Getting comfortable without me, handsome? Ay! Stop it!-”
His fingers didn’t stop their wriggling assault, only ending when you began to retaliate.
“Ok, ok! I’m done!” He coughed a laugh out. “Mm, you smell nice. I haven’t smelled this soap before. Where’d you get it?” He twirled a wet piece of hair between his fingers.
“Oh I didn’t tell you! I met this vendor at the market earlier! While you were off looking for your donuts, the smell of the loveliest lavender drew me in.”
Vash hummed along to your story, indicating that his attention was still 100% on you as he played with your hair. He breathed in the calming scent on your skin and hair, allowing it to sway him to sleep slowly. You rambled on and on about how the vendor made the soap, the techniques and oils she used to bring out the herb.
“But I got her card so we can go back and get you a soap! I do love how you smell Vash, it’s almost like you have a sort of gene that prevents you from smelling bad.” You turned your nose further into his shirt, inhaling the raw smell of him–sunshine with notes of something earthy…petrichor, or something along those lines. It grounded you every time. “But geez, would it kill you to wash your laundry sometimes?! You stink!” you lied, teasing a finger into his chest.
He yelped, abruptly awoken by your harsh jabbing. He grabbed your finger, bringing it up to kiss it, splaying your hand open with his own, observing the size difference.
“We can do a laundry day tomorrow. I saw the laundromat wasn’t too far off from us, so we can easily carry our loads there.” He sighed, a content smile plastered on his face at the domesticity you two indulged in. He entwined your fingers, bringing it to the side of his face. “That reminds me! I got us donuts for the morning! You should’ve seen the options, I mean. I was in heaven, Mayfly. Powdered, glazed, cake-”
He let your hand go as he gestured in the air, passionate about the change in subject.
It was Vash’s turn to ramble. And once he started on his favorite topic–donuts–there was no stopping him. The deep timbre of his voice held some power. His voice always became deeper late into the night, hinting that he was getting tired; but it seemed to lower your heart rate, lower your defenses and diminish the adrenaline you had from a busy day. The warmth of the day seemed to never leave him, his body heat encompassing the parts of you that touched him. You tucked your legs closer to his body as the coldness of the desert night reached for your feet.
One of his arms was wrapped around you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. The other was busy with your arm on the opposite side, fingers lightly grazing up and down. The security you felt in his presence never failed to put you to sleep.
You hummed one last time, eyes softly closing at his praise for a certain jelly doughnut. You promised in your head that you were only shutting them for a minute. What lies you told yourself.
“But I got your favorite! It might have a bite in it, but I saved the majority of it for you! I know you’ll like it, because I know you, hehe…um. Mayfly?”
Your soft snores alerted him that you stopped paying attention to his tales of the day. He peered down his nose at you, love clearly painted into his features. Your eyelashes were long from this angle, gently laid out on your sun-kissed skin. Your lips were parted, soft breaths felt on his chest as you breathed in his scent on each inhale and exhaled the minty paste from your nighttime routine. He’s told you plenty of times before, but if only you knew how beautiful you looked in his eyes.
He felt goosebumps rise on your skin from the chill in the air. He reached down to grab the comforter, pulling it up to your shoulders. You shifted slightly, stilling in the creases of his warm neck that was now heating your cold nose. He giggled at the temperature difference, arms also wrapping around your waist as he settled further into the sheets.
He had to admit, his exaggerated noise and fuss at your sudden dive from earlier was only a ruse. He loved the nights you chose to sleep tucked into his side, but he delighted in the nights you chose to smother him, arms always wrapped around him. He had days to live for with you, but there were always nights to live for as well.
“Sweetest of dreams, Mayfly.”
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[9.6k] local murders, amateur sleuthing and unconventional phone calls catch the attention of wednesday!reader. little does she realise the mastermind behind it all is none other than hawkins’ golden boy. (smut)
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“LOCAL TEEN FOUND MURDERED IN HIS CAR EARLIER THIS MORNING AFTER WHAT LOOKS LIKE TO BE BRUTAL STRUGGLE. THIS IS THE THIRD MURDER AFTER THE DEATH OF—”
The volume dial on the radio was instantly turned down, the drawling voice of the presenter quickly dying down to a whisper after blaring through the store like it had been doing for the last hour.
But no matter what channel or radio show they turned to, each and every one was covering the latest discovery in the Hawkins’ murders.
Murders that started during the annual 4th of July celebrations where a local jock had been found stabbed and murdered just after the firework display, his body slumped into one of the ferris wheel carriages before anyone could notice the killer.
The screams of the young carnival worker who found the body was one no one in Hawkins would forget for a while.
The second murder followed less that two weeks later, when a cheerleader was found brutally stabbed and stashed in the back of her car at Lover’s Lake.
And now, the whole of Hawkins had been sent into a frenzy as the police department worked aimlessly to find the culprit behind the recent murders. Only to come up short when they couldn’t find a single clue against the murderer. Not a single fucking idea.
The whole town was left waiting for the next attack, set on edge and second guessing everyone around them as they waited for the killer to attack again.
The killer was playing with their prey, setting everyone on edge and making them go crazy as they waited for a single clue that this wasn’t over. The killer gave them hope that the worst was over, that they moved on or skipped town. The killer made them think they could be safe again.
And then they struck—just yesterday, after a whole month of silence.
“God, don’t they have anything better to talk about,” Eddie grumbled under his breath, nose scrunching up as he focused on the pile of tapes in front of him that he had been sorting out for the last twenty minutes.
You shifted your eyes from the book you were reading, raising a single brow. “And here I thought you’d love something like this.”
“Not all of us are as morbid as you,” Eddie retorted with a lazy grin sent your way. “It’s all anyone’s been talking about the last two months. There’s only so much small talk I can handle over the counter about my ‘crazy theories on Hawkins’ biggest criminal since Johnny the bike thief’.”
You let out a hum of acknowledgment.
“I swear some of them think it’s me,” Eddie muttered with a light scoff. He paused for a moment before his eyes narrowed on you. “They probably think it’s both of us. Probably doesn’t help that you’re always lingering here.”
“You invite me, Edward,” you stated simply as you flicked to the next page of your book.
“And you come every time,” Eddie retorted with a grin on his face, like he was proud of the fact he somehow managed to have you coming back.
“I didn’t have anything on today,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders.
“Geez, way to make a man feel special.”
Your friendship—if you could even call it that—with the local metalhead wasn’t something you ever planned or considered. As it turns out, wandering around the woods beside the trailer park will leave you with a curly-haired, restless twenty-something who attaches himself to you and continues to call you his friend regardless of whatever you tell him.
Eddie Munson just seemed to work like that.
Not that you minded him all that much, most of the time at least. You could tolerate him and sometimes coming to the music store he worked at provided amusement in the form of watching the general public. If you had to deal with Eddie calling you a friend during that time, then so be it.
“Got any wild theories in that morbid head of yours?” Eddie asked casually like you weren’t discussing murders in the middle of a very public store, the boy more concerned about the price tags he was currently trying to stick on the tapes laid across the counter with a contraption he wasn’t totally sure how to use.
“What makes you think I have been theorising about it at all?” you asked, eyes focused on the words on the page.
“I don’t know,” Eddie said with a shrug. “Because you’re you? And you like all those weird horror books and movies and shit.”
“They are comforting,” you stated simply.
“That…is terrifying, actually,” Eddie mumbled under his breath, shooting you a wary look though it really shouldn’t have surprised him. He still had flashbacks to the biology classes he shared with you in school where everyone had taken three steps back from the lab counters whilst you had cut open the poor frog they had been assigned to dissect with familiar ease. The scalpel in your hand almost looked as belonging as a pen.
“You let yourself get too easily scared, Edward,” you told him, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you were scolding him.
The boy paused, raising his brows. “You’re telling me you’re not the least bit scared that we have a homicidal maniac on the loose right now?”
“Everybody dies anyways,” you replied.
Eddie blinked. “Yeah because nothing says circle of life like being brutally stabbed twenty times in the gut.”
“Twenty-four,” you corrected.
Eddie furrowed his brows. “What?”
“Each victim had been stabbed at least twenty-four times,” you said as you lifted your gaze to meet his own. “If you’re going to be scared, at least be scared by the right facts.”
“Maybe you are the murderer,” Eddie grumbled with a huff, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to the tapes.
“Would you like me to fast-track you to the top of my list?” you deadpanned, though there was something quite like amusement glimmering in your eyes.
“Aw, you’d change up your master plan for lil’ ol’ me? I knew you liked me, sweetheart,” Eddie said with a grin. “Make sure they write that on my tombstone, yeah? ‘Eddie the Freak: changer of small, emo serial killers’.”
You let out a huff but Eddie swore it was a laugh.
“Why the hell are you guys hanging out without me?!”
Both heads turned towards the entrance of the store where a very angry, curly-haired nuisance was making his way towards the cashier counter, the redhead behind him simply shrugging and giving the two adults a ‘what can you do?’ look.
“I’m working, Henderson,” Eddie retorted, gesturing to the store around him. “I hardly consider that hanging out.”
“She’s here!” Dustin said, exasperated as he pointed a finger at you before quickly dropping it when he noted the look you gave him.
“She was invited,” you said to him as you said to Eddie earlier.
“So it is a hangout!” Dustin exclaimed. “Did you invite Max too?”
Eddie remained silent.
“Oh my god.”
“I give her a ride back home after my shift,” Eddie said with a heavy sigh, knowing the boy wouldn’t shut up about this for a while. “I hardly count that as hanging out. Plus, her mum doesn’t want her skating back alone with all the…murdering going around.”
“Who cares about murders when your own friends stab you in the back,” Dustin muttered with narrowing eyes glancing between the three of you.
“Listen, you’re here now, can’t you just…get over it?” Max grumbled, making her way towards the counter where she pushed a handful of tapes to the side before jumping up to take a seat. She pointedly ignored the glare Eddie was sending her way. “I’d rather hear you talk about conspiracy theories for another hour.”
“Conspiracy theories?” Eddie questioned.
“Dustin here thinks he knows who the killer is,” Max snorted.
Eddie narrowed his eyes, glancing between you and Max. “Neither of you sound as worried about a killer on the loose as you should be.”
You didn’t bother with a reply but Max shrugged as she replied.
“She’s rubbing off on me.”
“Are you kidding me? This is freaking awesome!” Dustin exclaimed, catching all three of you off guard as the boy began to pace around the store, arms moving around animatedly as he spoke. “We are living in a real life horror movie! The mysterious killer, local victims, town paranoia—”
“Let me guess,” you interrupted with a raised brow. “Are you deeming yourself the protagonist?”
“Me? Pfft, no, I’m the movie expert,” Dustin said with an oddly proud look on his face. “The protagonist is the final girl.”
Max frowned. “Final girl?”
“Yeah,” Dustin stared at the group like it was obvious. “The girl that is always left at the end of the horror movie. The one who survived after facing off with the killer when their identity is revealed and is the one to tell the story.”
Eddie snorted. “You, Henderson, have quite the imagination.”
“He’s not wrong,” you stated as three pairs of eyes focused on you, all equally shocked. “It’s a common trope in the horror genre.”
“HA!” Dustin grinned.
“Just because you know a bunch about horror movies doesn’t mean you know who the killer is,” Max pointed out, legs swinging back and forth. “It could be anyone. Hell, it could be someone from out of town.”
Dustin shook his head. “Unlikely, each victim seems like a personal choice. And they are linked, it can’t be random at all.”
“Oh, now he’s a professional,” Max muttered, rolling her eyes.
“So who’s your guess, detective?” Eddie asked, entertaining the boy’s delusions.
Dustin brightened. “Well—“
“HENDERSON! THERE YOU ARE!”
The bell above the door rang through the store, accompanied by the sound of quick footsteps as Steve made his way to the group, still clad in the Family Video vest—most likely having just come from his own shift at the shop down the road.
“Way to ruin my dramatic moment, Steve,” the younger boy muttered but didn’t look shocked at his arrival.
“Yeah, yeah, you can cry about it in the car,” Steve murmured with a sigh as he slapped the boy on the back. “Get your stuff, your mum wanted you home by six.”
“It’s only five thirty!”
“Yeah, and I have other shit to do other than drive you about.”
Dustin turned to you. “Tell him to give me five more minutes.”
You raised your brows. “And why would he listen to me?”
“Because he’s obsessed—“ But Steve’s hand was slapped over his mouth before he could finish his sentence.
“Car. Now.” Steve stated simply, avoiding your gaze as a light blush appeared on his cheeks.
Dustin let out a heavy sigh before grabbing his backpack that he had dumped on the floor at some point during his rant before he waved the group goodbye. “This isn’t over. I am gonna prove I know what I’m talking about.”
“Whatever you say,” Max called out, sarcasm dripping from her words.
“I’ll, uh, catch you later, yeah?” Steve said as he followed Dustin to the door, though his eyes lingered on you. Maybe waiting for an answer, maybe hoping you’d say yes.
“See ya later, Harrington!” Eddie waved him off with a shit-eating grin, waiting until both boys were gone before he turned to you. “When are you gonna put him out of his misery?”
You frowned. “What misery?”
“Steve has the biggest crush on you,” Max stated matter-of-factly. “Everybody knows.”
“I didn’t know,” you retorted.
“Yeah, because you’re just as stupid,” Max snapped back and your lips twitched a little at her words.
“You sound just as delusional as Dustin,” you muttered before your eyes focused back on the book on your lap, the one you had been trying to read since you arrived at the store but had only managed two chapters of.
“Say what you wanna say, but when he comes standing outside your house with a boombox and starts confessing his love to you, we will be taking full bragging rights,” Eddie said, a grin matching the redhead’s on his face as you simply rolled your eyes.
“Like I said, delusional.”
…
You were alone in your house on a Tuesday night when you received the first phone call.
Unassuming and unaware, you had spent most of the day out of your house doing simple errands and runs that you had been putting off. You got back home around five and had been loitering around, enjoying the peace that came with an empty home with both parents out of town for the week.
Dinner had been uneventful and the shower you had taken afterwards had been uninterrupted. The phone didn’t ring until around half an hour later, when your hair was still soaking the pyjama shirt you had slipped on and your mirror was still steamy from the hot water.
“Hello?”
“What’s your favourite scary movie?”
You paused for a moment, listening to the voice on the other side of the phone. It didn’t take long for you to piece things together, the articles and radio warnings that had been blasted around town for the last few weeks giving you a clear idea who was on the other side of the phone.
After all, the mysterious number on the phone bill was the one common factor linking the murders together.
“Do you give all your victims the same icebreaker or am I just special?” you asked the killer on the other side of the phone, hand firmly gripping the handset like you were scared to miss his response.
“Who said you were my victim?”
You paused for a moment. “Is that statement meant to bring me a false sense of security?”
“Do you want me to make you feel safe, sweetheart?”
“Not sure that’s a part of your job description,” you deadpanned, hearing the killer on the other side of the phone let out a huff of amusement. “I thought the point of these phone calls was to heighten your prey’s paranoia.”
“Telling me how to do my job now, are you?”
“Just curious how you play the game,” you admitted, the prickling sensation in the back of your neck a telltale sign that you felt like you were being watched. But you found that you didn’t mind it all that much—for now, at least. “Tell me when I should start begging for my life.”
“I would never wanna hear you beg for your life, sweetheart. I would never hurt you.”
“Are you sure you’re the killer?” you asked bluntly, wondering if this was just some prank call of someone impersonating the Hawkins’ killer in hopes of getting a few laughs from their friends. “You don’t sound very scary to me.”
“Maybe I don’t want to scare you.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Maybe I just wanna talk, sweetheart.”
“How wholesome,” you muttered, swinging your legs over the end of your bed and letting your feet touch the cold, wood floor as you stood up from your bed and started making your way downstairs.
“What are you doing?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Just wanna know why you left your room.”
You froze for a moment, half way down the stairs and your eyes instantly fell on your front door where you could see the lock was still secure in place. “How do you know I just left my room?”
“I like to see the people I talk to.”
“Not social enough for face to face conversations?”
“It’s more fun when they can’t see you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The irony wasn’t lost on you about how stupid you were currently being. You had watched a plethora of horror movies from a young age, a lot of them had been watched multiple times and you knew the trope of the dumb girl very well. The one who would keep talking on the phone, who would never go for the weapon that could save her life, that would fall when being chased.
You knew the longer you stayed on the phone to the killer, the higher the chance that you could very well become that same character in Dustin’s little horror movie fantasy. That your body would be the next one found, another victim that would lead up to whatever finale this killer had.
And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to hang up the phone.
The killer was intriguing, not at all what you expected them to be like and—though it would kill you to admit it—Eddie was right, you did have a morbid curiosity for these kinds of things.
You entertained the conversation, picking apart the things they said and the phrases they used. They were careful, they never gave anything away that could even hint to you who they were but there was a knack at the back of your head that told you you knew this person—which was incredibly stupid knowing you couldn’t see anybody out your windows and their voice was disguised.
“Looking for me, sweetheart?”
“Maybe I’m just trying to help you break that social barrier you’ve built. I heard eye contact improves conversation flow.”
“Never thought you’d be the kinda girl to help someone out.”
Your lips twitched a little. “And I never thought you’d want to sit about for an hour talking about nonsense from a random bush across the street.”
“Guess we surprised each other, huh, doll?”
You raised your brows. “Bored of sweetheart already?”
“Just testing the waters.”
You weren’t sure at what point the line went dead. You couldn’t really remember if you were the one to hang up, or if maybe it was them. The memories of the night before were fuzzier than you would have liked them to be, but certain things were vivid and clear in your head.
One of them was the fact that you knew each door and window had been locked. You knew that there wasn’t a single point of entrance in the house from outside. And yet, laying on your bedroom desk, you found a series of polaroids.
One of you in your room, laying on your bed with a book in hand. One of you in the kitchen, hovering by the stove as you cooked. One of you in the bathroom, the silhouette of your body just noticeable in the steamy mirror.
And a note scrawled on the back of the last one:
Thank you for the conversation, sweetheart. Until next time.
The mastermind behind the Hawkins’ murders wasn’t what you expected them to be like. But they had caught your attention now, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted to know more.
…
“Five!”
“Yes, Henderson, we heard you the first time.”
“Five murders!”
“And we heard the radio announce it too.”
“He has killed five people!”
“How do you know it’s a he?”
This conversation had been going on for the better part of the last hour. Just that morning, the police department announced another victim in the Hawkins’ murders—one of the wannabe journalists in the school newspaper that often bothered Nancy with his deadbeat stories and flakey behaviour.
He was found just by Lovers Lake, his camera smashed to pieces beside him and his torso torn open by multiple stab wounds, more than any other victim. And of course, Dustin hadn’t shut up about it since it had been announced.
“It’s a feeling, ya know?” Dustin said with a pondering look on his face. “Like a gut feeling.”
Max raised her brows. “Sure that’s not just acid reflux?”
“Shut up,” Dustin huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s escalating, he’s killed two people in the space of ten days. He’s getting more frequent.”
“Ambitious,” you commented.
Dustin gaped. “No, not ambitious! Dangerous!”
“He’s gone off his victim profile though,” Eddie noted as he took a large bite out of the pretzel he was eating. “I thought he was just going for jocks and shit. But a journalist and a band geek? Rogue choices.”
“Or they are connected in a way we don’t realise,” Dustin countered.
“Or this is all bullshit and he’s nothing more than a murderous maniac who’s just killing anyone he can get his hands on,” Max stated bluntly, shooting her curly-haired friend a look. “Stop reading into it so much. He’s probably just going for younger victims because teenagers are dumb and would probably follow a strange man into the woods if he offered them beer.”
“Is that what you’d do, Red?” Eddie joked as he nudged her shoulder.
“Yeah, and Henderson would be my first victim,” Max continued, biting back the smile that was growing on her face.
“Not funny, guys, not funny,” Dustin grumbled with a crease between his eyebrows.
“It’s a little funny,” Eddie grinned, playfully patting the boy on the back.
“Am I the only one taking this seriously?” Dustin exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “There’s a murderer on the loose!”
“Really? You didn’t mention,” Max deadpanned.
“Look, kid, let the professionals solve the case, okay?” Eddie’s voice turned a little more serious as he placed a hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “I don’t want you getting mixed up in this and end up getting hurt.”
Dustin’s shoulders sagged. “I just feel like—“
“I know, I get it, you wanna work it out,” Eddie said, his features softening. “But it’s not up to you to solve.”
“But if you help—“
“I’ll help you,” you spoke up and the room quickly fell silent.
“Uh,” Eddie cleared his throat. “Are you doing alright?”
“Yes. Why?”
Eddie frowned. “Because you just willingly offered help to someone? To Dustin of all people?”
“If it’s any consolation, it’s for personal gain,” you stated as the three of them continued to stare at her.
Dustin’s eyes narrowed. “What are you gaining?”
“Answers.”
“That’s…that’s insanely cryptic,” Eddie murmured, his frown deepening as he flashed you a concerned glance.
Not that you owed any of them answers, but you hadn’t told them about the phone calls from the killer. You didn’t tell them about the phone calls or the photographs or the promises the killer made to not harm you. And you certainly didn’t tell them the phone calls had become an almost daily occurrence.
You didn’t tell them because you knew they would worry. Dustin would hound you with questions, Max would question your sanity and Eddie would be throwing you into the back of his van before beeling towards the sheriff’s department. All valid reactions in the grand scheme of things but would be nothing but a nuisance to you.
You were playing a game with this psycho killer and you couldn’t deny that you wanted to know how it ended.
“Well…beggars can’t be choosers!” Dustin smiled at you and you had the odd feeling that this boy saw this as a branch of friendship.
As it turns out, the boy was more obsessed with the case though you had to give him credit for his passion. He had all but set up a murder board for the killings, complete with pictures of the victims, string linking in pieces of information pinned to the board and a map of Hawkins where each murder had taken place. He had even gone as far as getting transcripts of each phone call the victim received (something about his genius girlfriend being able to retrieve the information).
And that was where your interest piqued the most, unable to deny the way your eyes read over the transcripts multiple times as you analysed the phone calls.
Noting how different they were to your own phone calls with the killer.
“I think the answers are in the phone calls,” Dustin confessed to you as you both stood in front of the board. His hands were on his hips and he stared at the board with such intensity like the answer would appear before him at any moment.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I mean, they are a part of his game, no? They gotta be the answer to why he is doing everything.”
Yet, the idea of you just being another pawn in the killer’s game settled bitterly in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t like that. You didn’t like it at all.
…
“You stalking me, sweetheart?”
“Thought I would return the favour.”
“I’m flattered, baby.”
…
“They have to be connected,” Dustin sighed heavily, staring at the pictures of the victims he had pinned on the board.
“They are connected,” you said, sitting back on the couch with your feet planted up on the coffee table and an array of sheets of papers sprawled around you. They were a mix of missing persons flyers, police reports and articles that had been written since the very first murder on 4th July.
Dustin frowned. “They are?”
“They are all from the same year in school,” you pointed out, using the pen in your hand to point at the first victim. “Jamie Anderson, complete narcissist with an ego the size of Indiana.”
“Kinda comes with the jersey,” he muttered under his breath.
You pointed to the second photo. “Samantha Ricks—spent more time swiping daddy’s card and picking on people who wouldn’t talk back.”
“So they were every basic teen targets in a horror movie,” he pointed out with a blank face. “This isn’t really shedding light on why they were chosen.”
“Third victim: Charlie Hughes,” you continued, pointedly ignoring the boy’s pessimistic comments though they did gain a few points of respect from you. “I shared a chemistry class with him in senior year. He always held a grudge after I sabotaged his experiment.”
Dustin raised his brows. “Decent guy?”
“No, an absolute moron,” you stated bluntly before you pointed at the fourth victim. “Kennedy Jenson. A bitter mind in a pretty body, it’s sad to see her go.”
“Were you friends with her?”
You shot the boy a blank look.
“Okay, not friends, but…acquaintances?”
“She wasn’t all that remarkable though she was quite the ass kisser,” you pondered for a moment before you pointed at the final victim. “Katie Adams: extraordinarily self-absorbed and a copycat. I can respect many crimes but lack of originality is not one of them.”
“I’ll remember that,” Dustin murmured, a wary glance sent your way before he looked back at the victims. “So what? That’s our connection? They went to school together and were all unremarkable?”
“It’s too coincidental to be random,” you commented.
“You think he has chosen them on purpose?”
“Yes, but his purpose is the thing I can’t quite work out.”
…
“Do you have a reason you picked your victims?”
“Interested in my job, sweetheart?”
“Curious, really.”
“They all deserved it, I can promise you that.”
“And why did they deserve it?”
“Because they couldn’t appreciate perfection, sweetheart, and I can’t let that shit slide.”
…
“Maybe he has a motivator.”
You raised your brow. “A what?”
“A motivator,” Dustin repeated as though you’d suddenly understand him a second time round. But when your face remained blank, he let out a sigh and continued. “Like, maybe he is doing this all for someone.”
You pondered the thought for a moment. “You think he is just some lackey?”
“Maybe,” Dustin shrugged his shoulders. “Or maybe he is doing it for attention. Maybe he is doing this for someone so they can see it, so they can see his work. Like, a gift or something.”
“Interesting,” you murmured, keeping your face neutral as the boy continued to ramble.
“I mean, if that is the case, he would probably want to gloat to his motivator,” Dustin commented as his eyes flickered over the papers in front of him, fingers fiddling with the ball of string in his hand. “Or at least reach out to them so they know he exists.”
“Like a stalker?”
“Or, in a twisted way, an admirer.”
…
“Do you always watch me when you call?”
“I told you, I like to see who I am talking to.”
“Is there a point of watching me if you’re not going to kill me?”
“Maybe I just like watching you, sweetheart. Is that so hard to believe?”
“It’s a bit creepy.”
“Says the girl talking to Hawkins’ most wanted.”
“That still makes you the creepier one.”
“Because I’m talking to Hawkins’ biggest loner?”
“That was almost funny.”
“Maybe next time you’ll let me hear your laugh. But the smile you are trying to hide will do for now.”
…
“Delivery for—holy shit, it looks like a fucking murder scene in here.”
“Pass the pizza, Munson.”
“Kid’s got claws,” Eddie muttered as he passed the pizza boxes he collected into the boy’s awaiting hands before manoeuvring over the mess that had been sprawled over the living room floor to take a seat next to you. “What’s going on here?”
“Dustin thinks he is on the edge of a discovery,” you informed him.
“I am!” Dustin exclaimed. “I think you were right about the school year being connected.”
“Geez, wonder who saw that one coming,” you deadpanned.
“So I grabbed a copy of the yearbook and started making my way through it, seeing who matches the possible description the police have for the killer and—”
You started to drown the boy’s ramblings out, attention focused on the yearbook you had snatched from his hand as you began to flick through it. Dustin had crossed off people with a large, red ‘X’ on who he thought didn’t fit the killer image, along with question marks surrounding potential suspects.
But as you flicked through the yearbook—something you hadn’t even owned yourself, simply rolling your eyes when one of the committee members tried to hand you a copy on the last day of school—you found yourself taking in the pictures that were dotted throughout the book. Pictures that were taken throughout the four years of high school, of different friend groups and clubs and squads.
Pictures of the unsuspecting victims who didn’t know they would be dead less than two years later.
“You really think you’ll be able to find them in that book?”
“I’ll know a murderer when I see them, Eddie.”
Your eyes aimlessly travelled over each photo as you flicked through the pages before you paused. It was a double page feature on some of the sports clubs in Hawkins High School. There were pictures of different teams and meets and games and matches. There were pictures of the groups mingling and mixing. But the one that caught your eye was one of a jock and cheerleader, smiling and grinning at the camera like their future was full and bright ahead of them.
Jaime and Samantha—the first two victims.
But it wasn’t the happy faces or the arms thrown over each other’s shoulders that caught your eye, not when you knew long ago they had been friends in high school. No, the thing that caught your attention was the figure standing in the background, hidden in the shadows almost out of sight.
The figure was glaring at the couple, a glare full of hatred and pure spite. It was a look that went beyond typical teenage jealousy or testosterone rage. This was something deeper, something more primal. This look was wild and cardinal and animalistic.
This look was the look of a killer.
“It could be anybody in that year, Henderson,” Eddie said with a sigh. “It could be someone you would never suspect, it could be someone you’ve already crossed off.”
“Have faith, Eddie, the people I have crossed off are people who I definitely know could never be the killer,” Dustin assured the older man.
And the person behind the look was none other than Steve Harrington.
“Yeah, Edward,” you spoke up, unable to tear your eyes away from the photo. “None of these people could be killers. Never in a million years.”
…
You didn’t tell Dustin or Eddie your revelation.
You didn’t tell anybody and, to be completely honest, you had no reason to keep his secret. You didn’t have any evidence against the boy to actually take to the police, but you were sure with a little digging you probably would have been able to find what you needed—the confirmation any sane person would need to make sure they were 100% sure.
But you weren’t sane and you didn’t need evidence—you knew.
You knew the killer was Steve. You knew the voice behind the phone calls was Steve. You knew without a fucking shadow of a doubt that it was Steve fucking Harrington.
But the truth was that you liked that you were the only one that knew. Something quite like pride prickled inside you in knowing that the whole town was going crazy but you knew the man beneath the mask—and you liked that he had no idea either.
There was a dark sense of satisfaction in knowing that Steve Harrington had this whole other side to him. The boy next door, the heartthrob and the fucking king of high school—but you knew another side of him, the real side of him.
It was a heavy secret but the weight laid comfortably on your shoulders as the hours passed, Dustin and Eddie throwing theories around that you knew were nothing more than trash until you eventually packed up for the night and left.
You knew the second Eddie dropped you off and you stepped into your house that he was watching you, just like every other night. And something sick and twisted in you hummed in delight as you went about your routine, as you made dinner and walked around your house with those eyes glued to you.
And you waited and bided your time until the phone rang just like it always did, just like you knew it would because Steve himself was a sucker for routine and this was his favourite one.
“Let’s play a game.”
You raised your brows, the greeting a small change from his usual ones and yet the change was welcomed as you felt a thrill wrack through your body.
“What kind of game?”
“Hide and seek.”
“I thought your brain was a little more developed than that,” you said, wondering just which window he was watching you from. “Or you were at least a bit more imaginative.”
“There’s a catch.”
“Of course there is,” you hummed and leaned your head back against the wall, closing your eyes as his gaze washed over you like a welcoming wave.
“Aren’t you going to ask what it is?”
“Why should I when I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
“You never fail to make me smile, sweetheart.”
“It’s my life’s mission,” you deadpanned before biting what he was baiting. “What’s the catch?”
“If you can hide from me, I’ll tell you a secret.”
“And if you find me?”
“Then you tell me a secret. Do we have a deal?”
You paused for a moment, the weight of his offer laying on you as you contemplated the game. A million different ways this game could go, and for all you know, maybe this was the night he decided he wanted to kill you. Maybe you were no longer a motivator to him or he knew that you were aware of his secret.
Or maybe Steve was just sick and tired watching you from the window and now he wanted the real thing.
“How long is my headstart?” You asked, only to hear his laugh crackling on the other end of the phone.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m already in your house.”
The line had barely been cut off before your feet were moving, your head pounding with a million different thoughts as you wondered just where in the house he currently was—if he was anywhere close to you now.
You knew it was planned. Steve was probably aware your parents were out of town again. And he knew you were home alone. Hell, Steve knew everything about you because despite what he said, he was a little stalker to you.
A little stalker who had five murders under his belt and was now currently chasing you through your own house.
If you were sane, that thought would terrify you. If you were sane, you would be dialling nine-one-one and screaming everything you could to the dispatcher before your life ended. If you were sane, you wouldn’t be running through your house, high on the thrill of a serial killer chasing you.
But you weren’t sane, not in the slightest.
Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, your body buzzing with an adrenaline rush you had never felt before and, in some crazy way, you had never felt more alive as you did right now. With floorboards around your house creaking and doors slamming, this was the biggest high you could ever imagine.
The only advantage you had was that this was your house, and yet even that fell short when you knew Steve knew this house as well as you did. He had spent days watching you in this house. He had spent nights sneaking in to leave you gifts. He probably knew this house like the back of his hand.
Another fact that should have terrified you but once again, you weren’t sane.
The irony wasn’t lost on you that he managed to find you just as you made it to your bedroom, his hand grasping your arm before you could escape and your body pressed against the edge of the vanity table. Your chest was heaving with light pants but it was nothing to do with the chase and everything to do with the boy in front of you.
He was towering over you, the mask covering his face and the black robe hiding his body, but the lack of distance between your bodies let you feel his broad shoulders and built torso well enough.
Your eyes took in the sight, taking in the small details of the mask and the ghost figurine it depicted. Maybe to others it would be a terrifying sight, not even his eyes visible through the fabric but you could only let your curiosity grow.
He raised a gloved hand, the fabric rubbing against your skin as he ran a finger down the side of your face before tilting his head to the side, and you knew exactly what he wanted.
“A deal is a deal, right?” you said through soft pants, the blood rushing through your ears almost distracting if it weren’t for the fact the boy in front of you had your full attention. “I guess you want my secret now.”
He nodded slowly.
Your eyes never left his masked face as you spoke. “My secret is that I know it’s you under the mask, Steve.”
The silence settled between you, neither one of you looking away or even reacting, and for a small moment you wondered if the reveal shocked him that much. You wondered if he was trying to work out how you knew, or how to keep you silent. You wondered if you had rendered him speechless.
Then, he slowly raised his hand that had previously been tracing your jaw and pulled at the back of his mask, the fabric bunching up in his fist as he pulled the mask over his face. And what you weren’t expecting to see was his grinning face staring right back at you.
“I knew my girl would figure it out,” he spoke, voice low and huskier than the times you had heard him speak before. “You were always the smartest one in the room, sweetheart.”
And his amusement only seemed to grow tenfold when he noticed the shifted look of confusion grow on your face.
“Aw, baby, I’m sorry, did I ruin your surprise?” he murmured, his hands dropping to your waist as the weight of his body trapped you against the vanity. “I didn’t mean to, sweetheart. Just couldn't help myself, gets me all excited when you get that look on your face.”
But you couldn’t bring yourself to reply. Not quite yet, not when you hadn’t stopped staring at his face and the way his eyes shone with an emotion you couldn’t quite read yet. Not when Steve Harrington had just revealed himself as the Hawkins’ murderer before you and all you could think about was the way his smile made your insides twist in a way you had never really experienced before.
“Why?”
Steve’s eyebrows shot up, almost as surprised as you were by the single word that left your lips. “Why?”
You nodded and repeated, “Why?”
“Why, sweetheart?” Steve repeated, almost mockingly as he let out a laugh—a twisted, bitter laugh and it wasn’t directed at you. No, you knew it wasn’t when the lightness in his eyes disappeared, replaced with the same dark look you saw on his face in the yearbook photo. “I did this for you, baby. All for you.”
A crease formed between your brows and the boy softly cooed as he ran his gloved thumb over your skin.
“You didn’t hear them, baby, you don’t get it,” the boy murmured in a soft voice despite the acidic tone lacing his words. “I…I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t just hear them talk…fucking nonsense. Not about you. Not when you’re so…”
His eyes fell back to meet yours and they instantly softened as he pulled his gloves off, his fingers hesitantly reaching to trace your cheek. “Not when you’re so perfect. My sweetheart, so fucking perfect for this world.”
“Perfect?” you repeated, almost offended by the word.
But Steve only flashed you a goofy grin. “You don’t get it, baby. You don’t see what I see.”
You barely choked out a gasp as his hands spun you around, the warmth of his chest pressed closely against your back as you found yourself staring at your own complexion in the vanity mirror. Your eyes shifted to Steve as he stood behind you, towering over you, only to find his attention was already on you.
“Everything about you…it’s fucking perfect,” he murmured, eyes darkening as he tucked his body further against yours, his head dropping so his lips were brushing against your ear. “They called you names. They called you a freak…a loner…a fucking psycho, but they don’t get it. They never could understand utter fucking perfection.”
“That’s noble of you,” you murmured, eyes fluttering closed when you felt his warm breath fan across your skin as he chuckled.
“They needed to know, sweetheart,” he whispered to you, the hands that had dropped to your waist tightening their grip. “They needed to know who the real psycho was.”
“So you killed them?”
“I gave them what they deserved,” Steve gritted out through clenched teeth. “The bastards had it coming.”
“You know, you’ve just given me a full confession,” you told him, watching the way his eyes fell shut as he lightly nudged your ear with his nose, the hint of a smile on his lips. “I could run along to the police and there’s nothing you could do to stop me.” There was a small pause. “Nothing except kill me.”
His grip tightened and his head fell to your shoulder. “How many times do I have to tell you that I would never hurt you, sweetheart?”
“You don’t seem scared about the threat to throw you in prison,” you noted, fighting to keep your eyes on him and not the way his hands were sliding up and down your sides, the action almost comforting.
He huffed out a laugh against your shoulder. “You wouldn’t give me in to the police.”
“You sound so sure about that.”
“If you wanted to, you would’ve done it already,” he stated simply as he lifted his head enough for your eyes to catch his, noting the way his lips twitched upwards in a smirk that was all too smug for your liking. “But we both know why you haven’t told them shit.”
You cocked an eyebrow at the boy. “Oh?”
“The same reason you haven’t told Dustin or Eddie or anyone about my secret,” Steve continued, his voice was soft and calming like he had no care or worries in the world. “You like it, sweetheart. You like it just as much as I do.”
“Presumptuous,” you snided.
“Is it?” Steve tilted his head, eyes watching your expression closely as his hands slid past the black skirt you had been wearing, his hands a heavy warmth on your tight-clad thighs. “I know you, sweetheart. I know you liked knowing my little secret. I know you liked everything I did…reading those reports…imagining what it felt like when I stabbed those assholes again and again and again…”
His words trailed off, his words like a soft lullaby as you fought to keep your eyes open.
“You like that I killed people for you, baby. It fucking excites you to think about the way they bled and begged for their lives,” he whispered in your ear. “Because you’re sick and fucking twisted…just like me, just like those movies you always rent out. And I fucking love it, baby. I know you do too.”
“Because I’m morbid?” you murmured, breath caught in your throat when you felt his hands squeezing your thighs and his nails digging into the fabric of your tights.
“Because you’re perfect, sweetheart,” he said in such a final tone, his chest pressed against your back to the point you swore you could feel his racing heart. But it was hard to tell over the sound of your own pounding heart and his hands ripping through your tights.
“Steve,” you breathed his name out, unsure what you wanted to say but the boy just grinned at you.
“The way you say my name sounds like fucking heaven,” he murmured as his palms were pressed against your inner thighs, slowly moving upwards. “You gonna let me return the favour, sweetheart?”
Your chest was heaving with soft pants, his darkened gaze hard to look away from.
“I just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. All of this is for you, I just wanna please you,” he murmured, analysing every inch of your face as he waited, as he bided his time.
The small nod of your head was a soft, almost invisible action but Steve didn’t miss it. He never missed anything when it came to you.
“Thank you, baby, gonna make you feel like the queen of the fucking world,” he murmured in between the soft kisses he placed along your shoulder, his hands moving to the apex of your thighs as he cupped your clothed cunt and let out a soft chuckle. “I fucking knew it.”
Your body slumped back against Steve.
“I knew this fucking excited you,” Steve grinned boyishly, his fingers running along the wet fabric as he basked in the way you sighed in pleasure. “My perfect girl.”
“Do something,” you breathed out, your fingers wrapping around his wrist as you urged them to move, to keep touching you.
“Anything you want,” Steve murmured against your neck, sliding his hand past the waistband of your panties as his fingers ran along your slit. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re so wet f’me.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to care about your ripped tights or the panties tucked to the side, not when you had the perfect view of Steve holding you against his chest as he circled your clit. It was soft, slow circles at first like he was testing the waters. But one moan from you and the boy was insatiable. He wanted to hear more, he wanted to be the cause of those moans.
He wanted to be the only one that could make you feel that good.
His eyes were locked on your face as he slid a finger inside you, whispered curses muttered under his breath as he felt your walls clench around him. Because you felt perfect, you were fucking perfect and you were all his. Just as he was all yours. You belonged to each other and nobody else and Steve would make sure of that.
“Do you like this?” he murmured, unable to stop the way his chest heaved with heavy breaths as he watched you squirm around his fingers as they slowly pumped in and out of you. The same hands that murdered five people, that killed just for you. “Do I make you feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, soft moans leaving your lips and despite the fact he was the one holding you against his body, fucking you with his fingers and whispering in your ear, you knew that you were in control. You knew that if you told him to stop then he would stop. If you told him to go faster then he would go faster.
And fuck, if that didn’t make the coil in your stomach tighten more than his thumb circling your clit.
“Just like that, Steve,” you moaned, eyes falling shut as you rested your head against his shoulder, as you let him nuzzle his face against your neck. “Don’t stop.”
“Never, sweetheart,” he murmured as he pressed kisses along your heated skin. “Wanna see you come all over me.”
Your nails dug into his forearm but Steve relished in the pain as he held your body tighter, as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure through the mirror. He couldn’t even bring himself to blink as your lips parted, his name leaving your lips in a breathless moan as he felt your walls clench around his fingers.
And he didn’t stop.
Not until you let out a small whine, muttering his name as you tried to pull his hands away from between your legs—your shaking legs, Steve noted.
But he never stopped touching you and kissing you. His hands running up and down your sides, his lips pressing soft kisses onto any inch of skin he could. Steve had spent so many nights watching you from a distance, he needed to make up for lost time now that he had you in his arms.
“I knew you would understand,” he murmured, his nose pressed against your pulse point as he listened to your thundering heart. “I knew you were perfect for me.”
“Yeah, I can feel just how happy you are,” you commented, feeling his hard bulge press against your lower back and yet, it was almost endearing the way his puppy dog eyes found yours in the mirror.
This was the boy who had brutally murdered five teenagers, who knew you��d look at the reports and revel in his work. This was the boy who teased and taunted and played with his prey like a true, bloodthirsty killer. This was the boy who watched and waited and bided his time with you until he knew you knew.
And, now looking at the mirror, this was the same boy who was begging to make you feel good despite his raging hard-on pressing against the confinements on whatever he was wearing beneath the black robe he currently wore. This was the same boy who looked at you like you hung the moon, who would probably kill for you if you asked him.
This boy was Steve Harrington and you, without a fucking shadow of a doubt, owned him.
“Take your clothes off,” you told him, borderline ordered him as you kept your eyes on his lust-blown gaze.
He blinked. “Huh?”
“Take off your clothes, Steve,” you repeated, voice remaining steady despite the orgasm that had rocked your body minutes ago. “Or have you changed your mind?”
“I—no!” He said quickly as he shook his head, taking a step back so he had enough space to pull the robe over his head, leaving him in black jeans and a tight-fitting white shirt. You were almost disappointed it was clean, that it wasn’t covered in the blood of the victims he had brutally stabbed.
You watched as he pulled the shirt over his head, eyes darting over his broad shoulders and toned chest, lingering for a few seconds before his hands moved down to his belt buckle. You didn’t say a word as he continued to strip down, his clothes abandoned on your bedroom floor until he was left in his boxers.
And Steve stood there, clad in his underwear, watching as you stepped away from the vanity table. He watched as you reached for your shirt, pulling it over your head and he watched as you unzipped the little black skirt you were wearing. He watched as you ditched the ripped tights and ruined panties, watched as you unclipped your bra before you settled yourself on your bed.
“You look…” he trailed off, hooded eyes taking in every inch of you now that he had you up close. He would never get enough of you. “Fuck.”
“That’s reassuring,” you said, the hint of a smirk on your lips as Steve slowly walked to the edge of the bed, his hands clenched in tight fists at his side and he looked torn. “You okay there, Steve?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, a little higher pitched than normal.
“Say it, Steve,” you said to him, leaning back on your elbows as you basked in the boy’s attention.
“Can I…” Steve cleared his throat, a blush covering his cheeks. “Fuck, can I fuck you? Make you feel good?”
“You wanna make me feel good, Steve?”
“Please, baby,” his voice slightly whiny as he crawled over your body, kissing from your ankle to your knee. He continued to kiss up your thighs and stomach, up the valley between your tits and just every single fucking inch of you because he needed to. He needed to feel all of you. “Just wanna show my girl how fucking good I can be.”
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Steve?”
“So good.”
Your lips were ghosting his as you pulled him towards you, a soft noise escaping the back of his throat as he tried to lean down to kiss you but you pulled him back as your fingers threaded through his hair with a gentle tug.
“Then fuck me, Steve. Fuck me like you mean it.”
The boy let out a groan before his lips finally met yours, his body almost sagging in relief like that single point of contact was what he needed. His hands squeezed your sides, his body fitting between your legs as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip until it was red and begging for him to kiss.
Your fingers tugged his head closer, moans muffled amongst the sound of your lips smacking and his soft whines as he reached down to push his boxers down, kicking them off the rest of the way when they reached his knees.
He pulled away for a few short seconds, panting heavily as he reached down to stroke himself, letting out a small wince as he teased the head of his cock before sliding it up and down your soaked cunt.
“Shit,” he hissed as he tapped his tip against your swollen clit, almost grinning at the way your nails digged into his skin in response. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. You look so fucking pretty.”
“Do you always talk this much?” you commented, a little breathless as you watched him slowly slide the tip of his cock in.
“Can’t help it, baby,” he sighed as he reached for you, one of his hands intertwining with yours and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the touch. “I can’t control myself when I’m around you.”
“You should work on that,” you muttered, only to be cut off by your own gasp as he pushed himself inside you completely. “Shit.”
“Fucking made f’me,” Steve groaned, forehead pressed against yours as he felt your walls squeeze around him. “Perfect fit.”
“Don’t tell me you believe in fate,” you spoke, a little choked up when he started to slowly pull out before thrusting back in.
“I believe in a lot of things when it comes to you,” Steve confessed, eyes glued on the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.
Steve revelled in the way you clung onto him, the way it was his name leaving your lips like a fucking mantra as he thrusted in and out of you. Steve revelled in the way your nails dug into his skin, the way they raked down his back leaving scratches he hoped lasted for days after. Steve revelled in the way your lips met his in a messy, sloppy kiss so unlike you and yet, he fucking thrived in knowing he brought you to this point.
Steve revelled in knowing that he fucked you up just as much as you fucked with him.
“Shit,” he groaned, head resting on your chest as he tried to catch his breath, but it was impossible. It was always impossible when he was this close to you, when he was still inside you. “Did I make you feel good, sweetheart?”
You let out a small huff that almost sounded like a laugh, but Steve grinned regardless.
“Maybe you’re not totally hopeless, Steve,” you murmured softly, and against your better judgement you ran your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands back so you could see his wide eyes looking up at you from where he laid on your chest.
“Is that just about the sex or everything?” he asked, unable to keep his hands to himself as he gripped your sides.
“The sex,” you said, so blunt and deadpanned and you that Steve couldn’t help but love the way you said it. “Your knife skills were admirable, but clearly the work of an amateur.”
His grin widened. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that sounded like an offer to learn from someone more well-versed with knives.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Interested in joining the business, sweetheart?”
And Steve fucking Harrington revelled in the way a smile broke out on your face.
“I can show you how it’s really done, Steve.”
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Kiss of Purple, Blue and Green
Summary: After a drunken night together, Arthur sees a love bite on your neck and mistakens it for a bruise.
Warnings: bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff, suggestive themes
Word count: 2,361
Ask and you shall receive. Here's a one shot of the scenario I posted a few days ago ;)
Check this out on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54854827
Last night was still a bit of a blur, pieces of it manifesting disorderly, like trying to fit puzzle pieces into the wrong spots. All you knew for certain was two things: the pounding headache that was making you wince at each sound, and… that you and Arthur Morgan had been up to no good.
You shivered in the cold morning air, pulling the blanket over your trembling shoulders as you sat down in front of the last embers of the campfire, a steaming cup of coffee in your hands to warm you up. You could tell the sweet nectar was doing its job, as you were feeling more awake already. You thanked the Lord for coffee.
But you cursed him out the very next second, because you felt someone sitting next to you and you froze, your entire body stiffening. It wasn’t nice company.
“Hello there, cowpoke!” The mustached man roared, sending a wave of pain directly to your already aching temples.
“Micah… not now” you begged, features scrunched up in pain. Turning away from him, you downed the rest of the coffee in silence.
But you knew Micah. He wasn’t resisting the opportunity to have his fun with you in one of your rare vulnerable moments. He spun you around rudely, and grinned under his blonde stache when you recoiled and slapped his filthy hands away.
“Geez, does the liquor at least make you gentler? I’d have to ask Mr. Morgan about that!” he sneered loudly, prompting you to look around, alarmed.
“What do you want?” you hissed, moving in closer to shush him. Micah’s expression relaxed.
“Me? Oh, nothing, nothing at all!” he got up and paced in front of you, grabbing his belt. “If you want the whole camp knowing what you got up to, that is.”
His stupid, cocky smile made you want to punch it off his face, but you tried to keep your composure. Micah was Dutch’s second in command now, you didn’t think it smart to attack him like that. Inside, anger was boiling in your chest, filling your gaze with venom. The mere thought of him knowing what you did (something that was nebulous even to you, and so very private) made your skin crawl. Was he in Valentine too yesterday? Did he spy on y’all?
The man approached you, lowering his voice condescendingly. This would stay between the two of you, if… you did something for him. You were sitting there, trying to interpret his ominous request, you heart beating steadily faster as you felt cornered by this damned fool.
“What is it?” you sighed, wondering if being blackmailed by Micah was worth it, if it meant your foolish actions remained concealed.
This time, he got so close you could feel his foul breath on your nose. You grimaced and tried to suppress a gag. Man, he was disgusting, both inside and out. He cupped your chin, squeezing it firmly. He had just parted his lips to speak when you heard loud, thundering footsteps get closer and closer to your position. Next thing you knew, Micah was tumbling backwards, narrowly avoiding the campfire.
“DON’TCHA DARE TOUCH ‘EM, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
You tilted your head upwards in shock. There he was, the man you spent the night with; Arthur Morgan, a man you knew for years and who you never saw lose his temper was there, fists clenched and a murderous rage obscuring his usually sweet blue eyes. A man you had witnessed murder, steal and intimidate, yet his violence always felt calculated, measured in a way, but not this time.
And it was gone in seconds. He turned to you, his fury fizzled away into a worried expression as he asked you if you were okay. You nodded, dazed, still processing what had happened.
You both glanced at Micah, who was still trying to regain his balance after the fall, wiping away the mud and grass from his pants. His expression was his usual, douchy one, but you saw the genuine panic and the fear in his eyes when he was on the ground: he was scared of Arthur. It was clear as day, from the way he kept a safe distance from the both of you, his wounded ego showing. Arthur put on his intimidating gaze and scowled at him until he disappeared into his tent.
“So, what did the bastar-“ he interrupted himself, noticing something on your neck. There it was again, the rage. You saw his face become completely red with anger as he gently hovered his fingers on your bruise, the contrast between the two baffling. You tried to think of some words to defuse him, but before you had a chance to say anything, he shot up and started yelling at the whole camp.
“Okay, which one of ya bastards did this?! Jus’ lemme find out…” Arthur snarled, quite literally growling the threat like a rabid animal. He frantically looked around for the culprit, only finding tired eyes and people still in their night clothes blinking at him, incredulous and concerned at his unusual display of anger.
“Arthur…” you tried to get his attention, but his mind was miles away from you. He wanted justice for whoever dared to put their filthy hands on your precious skin. He was pacing menacingly, glaring at the other men in the gang.
“Come out, ya goddamn coward!!” he shouted, spelling the word “goddamn” even more harshly and slowly than usual. Boy, was he angry… he was starting to scare you, too. You sat there, frozen, pondering what to do.
Javier, Sean and Bill exchanged confused looks, standing each in front of their tents. Sean was the only one who darted a look at you, and you widened your eyes at him, shaking your head in disbelief. But Arthur interpreted that differently and marched towards the Irishman threateningly.
“I’m watching you, boah” he threatened, but Sean was difficult to intimidate, and kept that dumb smirk on his face. The older man grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, but Sean assured him he didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Leave the boy alone, Arthur” Javier intervened in his usual pacifying tone. “Besides, wasn’t you out with them last night?”
Arthur kept his grip on Sean, but his expression softened a bit, his scrunched eyebrows trying to remember the events of last night. Little by little, it came back to him: you had been out on a mission, robbing a stagecoach, and then… he vaguely recalled stopping at the saloon in Valentine.
He let go of the kid and you sighed in relief. You approached him, grabbed his arm and walked him to the edge of camp, where you two could have a private conversation.
You thought you were hiding it well, but Arthur still noticed the fright in your eyes. He realized he had gone too far.
“I’m so sorry I scared ya, darlin’…” he apologized, his tone softer than you’ve ever heard it, his eyes firmly on his feet. “That was way outta line… it’s jus’…” he gestured aimlessly, struggling to find the words.
You took one of his hands in yours, gently kissing his bruised knuckles. You got was he was trying to say. When it came to you, all rationality went out of the window. He was sweet on you for a while now, and he was incredibly protective… this was just the first time you’d seen his feelings in action.
“I know. If someone hurt you, I’d probably do the same” you said gently, and his face relaxed into a smile.
You pointed at your neck, smiling in amusement. “This, however? All you.” you laughed, and then cracked up some more at Arthur’s sheer panic.
“Did… did I hurtcha?!” he gasped. He couldn’t stand the idea, not even for a second. It would destroy him if it was true. He’d never forgive himself.
“No, you fool!” you elbowed him in his ribs and explained that that was no bruise. It was a love bite.
“A… what?” he repeated, blinking rapidly. He never heard of such thing. You tried to explain that when he kissed your neck, he did it so… fervently, that he left a small mark just under your jawbone.
“Oh.” His cheeks lit up in a bright, tomato red and his pupils dilated in realization. You two kissed last night? He was starting to remember now…
The stagecoach robbing went exactly as planned. Of course it did: you and Arthur were a great team, excellent criminal minds that foresee every possible outcome and handle everything expertly. You made off with quite a lot of money and jewelry, so you both decided to celebrate the successful heist with a few drinks in Valentine.
“Just a couple, we still have to go back to camp to deposit the loot” you reminded your partner, putting a coin on the counter and gesturing towards the bartender.
“Of course, no crazy business tonight” the cowboy promised, downing his first shot.
Of course, you were both full of shit. The drinks kept coming, and coming, and coming, until the next thing you remember was you waking up in Arthur’s tent, his arms wrapped around you.
And there was a room… it had a bed, so maybe it was at the saloon?
“Did… did we share a room at the saloon?!” you asked Arthur, alarmed. He was staring straight ahead, hand on his chin, as the scene revealed itself to him.
He saw your exposed neck, head tilted backwards into the pillow as he peppered kisses all over your collarbone and chest, stopping at the edge of your jawline to suck on the tender skin that bruised so quickly, so easily. He heard your moans and his name repeated over and over in delight, as you went deeper and deeper, the friction of skin against skin delicious and exasperating at the same time.
He felt breathless now, his face burning unbearably in what? Arousal? Shame? Maybe both. He didn’t dare to look you in the eye, but seeing him that flustered was enough to prove to you what had happened. You did drunkenly sleep together in that room in Smithfield’s saloon. Some recollections came back to you, making your stomach flutter and your abdomen warm with desire. You saw Arthur in his entirety, remembering his touch on your bare skin, his tongue on your neck and chest, the hair a tangled mess that covered his face. His figure revealed itself in all its vulnerability, the mask of tough outlaw crumbling to reveal a tender, passionate lover that, even in his inebriated state, made sure to put your pleasure first. You silently watched him now, trying to piece together the two sides of him: the side that you always knew, and the new one that opened up to you last night.
Arthur looked back at you, interpreting your surprise as hesitation.
“You regret that, don’tcha?” he asked, an almost imperceptible note of sadness in his tone. “I do too, in a way.”
You were not sure whether to take that as an insult. “What do you mean?”
Arthur walked towards you, taking your hands in his. He lowered his voice into a whisper that covered you in goosebumps. His expression was hard to interpret.
“I regret not making our first time special.” He rubbed his thumb on your hand lovingly, smiling at you. There they were, the eyes you always knew, those breathtaking blues you would lose yourself in every day.
You tucked a hair strand behind his ear and lingered there, caressing his scruffy cheek. Arthur leaned right into your hand, melting under your touch.
“Oh, Arthur” you smiled at him, radiant. “It was special, because it was you.” You grabbed his collar and gently pulled him closer, then put your lips on his for a brief, chaste kiss.
“Nah, I could’ve done it right for ya” he shook his head, as always rejecting the compliment. One of these days you had to make him accept one, you promised yourself.
“Now I’m curious. What would you have done differently?”
Arthur took a moment to think. “Well… for starters, I wouldn’t have been that drunk!”
You chuckled. “Then, I’d book a nice bath for the two of us, with some good wine…” as he talked, he fidgeted with the collar of your shirt, resting his hands on your chest. “Then we’d have some dinner, maybe a walk… and then we’d go back to our room, to sleep in a nice, comfortable bed.”
“That does sound nice…” you remarked, almost disappointed that it wasn’t how it actually went. “Although that’s where it did end. In that nice bed.” You joked, making the man grin. “I guess you’re right” he laughed, pulling you closer.
“Besides,” you continued, lowering your tone, “there’s always the next time, y’know…” you purred, putting a lot on emphasis on the word “next” and giving him a playful smile. Arthur’s eyes lit right up, and he licked his lips.
“S’that so? And when is that?” he asked, his voice so deep it boomed inside his chest, so filled with desire that the warmth in you lower belly returned unannounced. Before you could answer, he was kissing you again, taking his time with it. His stubble tickled your skin, so thick and rough compared to his soft lips. You put your hands around his neck, one cupping his nape as he pushed you against the tree, lost in his affection for you.
“Get a room, you two!” you both jolted at the voice, realizing you weren’t as well hidden from the group as you’d thought. You smiled, embarrassed, watching Hosea wink at you as he walked away.
“Well, there goes our little secret, Arthur” you exhaled, laughing nervously.
“A secret? Who do ya think is responsible for pairin’ us up on every damn mission?” the cowboy laughed, pointing his thumb at Hosea’s back.
“C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast, darlin’.” After placing a kiss on your forehead, Arthur took your hand as you both went back to the group, relieved to not have to hide your love anymore.
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UNTIL WE'RE 80 ➳ P. SUNGHOON
➙ synopsis: your friend was constantly swooning over her new boyfriend and you realise the honeymoon phase wasn't really in yours and sunghoon's relationship. it was nothing but constant teasing and playfulness but you both knew you would never change anything about it for the world.
pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader
genre: fluff, crack, friends to lovers au
word count: 0.7k
request: [ inspired by this tiktok ] " you and hoon are with your friend who just got into a new relationship and is all like omg he’s so handsome, i love him so much. you and hoon just look at her all weird and say things like “i’d never think of him that way, look at him” cause u guys were friends before dating so it’s just ur dynamic and just being overall playful together but there are still times where you also talk about each other that way. "
warnings: not proofread, alot of teasing and name calling from reader and sunghoon
a/n: here it is anon! I didn't want to make it too long but I think this turned out so cute and pretty funny so thank you for this request angel, enjoy :)
"Oh geez dude, just the sight of you almost burnt my eyes." you tell Sunghoon who entered the room as you covered your eyes.
"Wow, I'm that handsome. My beauty blinded you." he says proudly smiling.
"More like your ugliness. Man what happened to your face." you playfully remark laughing as your friend holds in her laugh.
Ignoring your response, your boyfriend sits down next to you.
"Seriously, he is the cutest guy ever, I can't believe I get to call him my boyfriend." your friend continues to tell you about her new boyfriend.
"He should run for it while he can. I wish I did." sunghoon says side eyeing you.
"He's amazing honestly. Last time he came over, he got me a bunch of flowers with my favourite snacks and chocolate." she says sighing dreamily.
"I wish I had a boyfriend to do that for me." you playfully respond sneaking a glance at your boyfriend who pinched your thigh as you had your legs over his lap.
Your friend looked between you and Sunghoon before pouting.
"Oh c'mon, you and Sunghoon have the best relationship ever, you're both pretty much the reason I didn't like being single half of the time." she admits to which Sunghoon chuckles.
"Please, Sunghoon? He's not all that, I could do better. I mean look at him lmao."
"If anything I should get a new partner. This one is all smelly and they like clinging to me." he teases you pretending to gag.
Flinging a pillow at him, he successfully dodges it and sticks his tongue out at you.
If anyone else saw the both of you they would think you and Sunghoon were just best friends who enjoyed bantering and teasing each other but you had both actually been dating for years now.
You'd been childhood friends and that soon turned into something romantic.
Having known each other for so long, your relationship dynamic didn't change much, you still enjoyed bickering and being playful, only difference was you did the couple stuff too now, like... dates and being overly affectionate.
"Oh shut up Hoon, I'm doing you a favour by dating you, nobody wanted you. You literally look like a weird frog." you tell him as you made a look of disgust.
Your friend looked between the two of you as you bickered but despite how you were going on roasting each other, your connection was undeniable.
You could make fun of your boyfriend all you wanted but at the end of the day he still brought butterflies to your stomach with his smile alone.
"Frog? Bro you're built like the hunchback of Notre-Dame. Please look at yourself. I'm gorgeous." he retorts winking at you as he complimented himself.
"Look at you, you're a total simp, giving me those heart eyes-" you tease Sunghoon as you laughed at him and your friend joined along.
"Am not! I'm looking at you because you have a fat booger sticking out your nose loser." he defends himself before he attacks you.
Hovering over you, Sunghoon starts tickling you and he was quick to find your weak spots to make you laugh even harder.
"Stop hahaha, I-I can't take it Sunghoon." you try your best to say losing your breath.
He momentarily stops pretending to think, "Hmm... I'll stop on one condition. You give me a kiss."
"What? No way, your breath stinks like butt crack." you tease him before he starts his ruthless attack again.
"O-okay okay fine! I'm sorry, I'll do it!" you surrender and he stops.
Leaning down, you give your boyfriend a quick peck on his lips and your friend clears her throat indicating she was still there.
"Oh you both are completely whipped. I have an entire boyfriend and you still manage to make me feel single once again." she says shaking her head.
"Bros before hoes. How about I dump him and then we can have a girls night!" you suggest giving her a high five as Sunghoon scoffs.
"You know I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." he sits up ruffling your hair messing it up as you slap his hand away.
"Maybe we do have to get rid of our boyfriend's then it'll just be us. No more boys being gross around us!" your friend joins in the playfulness as Sunghoon glares at her.
"Oh you can't get rid of me, I'll be annoying you until we're 80." sunghoon says with an arm around your shoulder before kissing your cheek.
Rolling your eyes at this, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.
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SIT STILL
SIT STILL, gojo wants to go for a new look and he asks you to help him out
→ READING: gn!reader
→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + college!au, gojo is a flirty lil shit, bisexual gojo (?), piercings, language, gojo crushing on geto (not confirmed)
→ WORD COUNT: 1.7k
→ A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble, I don’t know how it got to more than 1K 🧍🏽♀️
“Just one.”
“No.”
“Pleaseeee y/n? Pretty please with cherry on top and strawberry sauce?”
For the past few weeks, your white-haired best friend has been contemplating on getting his ears pierced. The majority of his life, he didn’t give piercings much of a thought, the only thing on his mind was his powers and his strength. But as years went on, and hitting his teenage years, he became fond of staring at piercings, especially his best friend Suguru Geto and yours.
As years go by, yours and geto’s piercing collection became more prominent. Geto’s recent lip piercing and your recent snake bite piercing has Gojo questioning his own looks. Now it’s not out of a place of insecurity, but more out of a “I wanna look this cool like my friends”. which leads to the past few weeks of him asking many many questions about piercings and which ones he should get.
Which also led to him buying a self piercing kit? Listen, he thinks he’s mister “I got it, I can handle it” and he really really really wants to look like a cool kid. In actuality, he just wants to look like Geto but that’s neither here nor there.
Now it’s two am and this lofty, pleading man is on your lap, intruding on your space and begging you to help pierce his ears. He would ask Geto to help but he’s currently busy with Shoko painting his nails. It was a self care night with the group and they decided to have it in your dorm room, though it may not have been the best idea considering how Gojo can be….a few cups of liquor and he isn’t leaving your dorm until three business days later, maybe.
“Y/N if you help, I won’t ask you any more questions and bother you anymore. See, simple as that.” If it was Geto, you would have believed him but considering who Satoru Gojo is, child-like, loving, annoying, and lively, that statement would be a lie and a half.
“Gojo, I'm ignoring you.” You try to pry him off your lap but his body would not budge, he sat in front of you with eyes that pleaded for dear life and a pout that only a toddler can make. He holds out the piercing kit but you ignore him by scrolling through your phone.
The man child in front of you huffs and starts sighing as you pay him no mind. He fakes his exit off your lap, pretending to slowly get up but also paying attention to how you’re reacting, nothing but an eye roll. A failed mission Gojo thinks and sinks back down to your lap, you were startled by the amount of body weight that was placed on you.
“ ‘toru get off of me, you’re heavy.” You give another attempt to remove him from your lap and yet another failure. He pouts and crosses his arm, puffing out air like a child who just got denied his favorite ice cream for dinner.
“Not until you help me.”
“If i do, will you sit somewhere else and not on my lap? That you are currently crushing.”
He rolls his eyes at your comment, “Geez y/n, I’m not that heavy.”
“Yeah and I’m not the smartest ever.”
“Well-”
You quipped your brow and interrupted any slick comment that he could say, “Don’t start, your IQ is lower than your gpa and that’s saying something. Just give me the stupid gun and the earrings.” You snatched the items out of his hands and was met with a hug from Gojo, the hug felt heavy from his body lunging onto yours but also comforting. Gojo squeezes the side of your body as he hugs tighter, almost like he doesn’t want the hug to end. You wouldn’t mind the hug if A, the hug didn’t feel like air just got sucked out of you and B, you didn’t have his ears to pierce.
“Okay Gojo, you can let go now.” Arms still linked around your torso and chest laid on yours. “Gojo?” No response but you feel the tip of his nose tickle your neck. “Gojo, I’m counting to three and if you’re still on me by three, kiss that damn piercing goodbye. Now one-”
He releases from the compacted space between you and him. He fixes himself and apologizes quickly for the hug, “Sorry sorry, you just smell nice, like really nice.” He feels cheeks warming and red hues painting his fair skin, he feels the sense of awkward airing in the living room. He drags his hands through his cheeks, to hide the blush, and turns his head only slightly.
You clear your throat, “Umm thanks, it’s a new scent I picked up recently. Nothing too special.” You as well feel the awkwardness between the two of you, until you see a sly smile curling on gojo’s face.
“You know what is special? me and-”
“You are one hundred times cuter when you keep your mouth closed, let’s keep it that way.” Now the awkwardness is gone and is filled with laughter from gojo and annoyance from you. You roll your eyes at his terrible attempt at flirting, which never ever goes right. He does have his cute moments, sometimes.
“Awww y/n you think I’m cute? You know, you’re not so bad yourself.”
“Please just shut up and move closer so I can dot your ears.” He responds with a child-like smile and shifts his body to have his ears face you. He starts to ramble on how cool he’ll think he looks with his new piercing, how he’ll get him, you, and Geto to have matching piercings, the future piercings he is already planning on, blasé blasé. Don’t mind him though, he’s talking from a place of nervousness and not trying to pay too much attention as you prepare his ears.
You notice as he continues to talk about piercings, he brings comparison of different ones he wants and uses Geto’s piercing as a visual. You don’t pay too much mind to it since Gojo does talk about Geto a lot but during this time of Gojo’s rambles, you notice that certain aspects of his facial features are more enlightened than others as he mentions either you or his best friend.
As he talks about yours and Geto’s piercing, his face is tinted a very light pink and his eyes show a sign of admiration. His eyes are lightened from their typical sky blue to a brighter hue, one that could display fragments of sparkles that you can find on the ocean as the sun hits.
You interrupts Gojo’s rambling, “Gojo you’re not doing this cause of Geto are you?”
The tint of pink becomes darker and the once confident gojo is now stuttering, “N-no, what makes you say that?” He tries to fix himself to look more nonchalant but his facial expression says otherwise.
“Well you’ve mentioned him…a lot, for the past like twelve minutes. I’m just trying to make sure you’re doing this cause you wanna do this, not cause of someone else.”
Instantly his flirting skills return, to cover up his own personal embarrassment, and he becomes flirtatious as ever, “Are you jealous that I’m mentioning Geto? I can talk about you too pretty.”
Another eye roll from you is given as a response, “And this is where I permanently stop talking to you.”
He smirks and snakes his arm around you, pulling your body closer. “You want me y/n, it’s okay, you can admit. I mean look at me, who doesn’t want me?”
You mumble to yourself, “Certainly not Geto,” You roll your eyes again and shift away from where Gojo pulled you to, “now hold still, don’t move, don’t even flinch okay?”
“If I get hurt from it, will you kiss it?”
“Or how about you listen and just don’t move?” Gojo rolls his eyes and sits patiently as you position the piercing gun on his ear. You can feel his body shaking a little as you go, you try to help by practicing this breathing technique with him. One breath in, one breath out and then two breaths in, two breaths out. You ask if he’s okay and he responds with a gleaming smile and a thumbs up.
You count to three and click the gun through his right ear. Gojo winces but isn’t dramatic about the pain, which is a shocker. You were going to make a joke but you knew he would turn it right into flirting, thus letting the joke sit well in your brain instead.
You move over to his left ear, counting down again, and clicking the gun through his ear. He winces again, the same result as his right ear. You back away to make sure that the earrings are on equal distance but instead entranced by Gojo’s attraction. Who knew something as simple as earrings can make a man attractive? Captivating? Cute? A man like Gojo is already attractive enough with his ever so impeccable features and his pretty boy smile, but earrings on him made him look more smug? One way to put it.
You catch yourself staring at Gojo as he checks himself out on your phone’s camera. As annoying as he can be, there’s no denying his heightened attraction with these new piercings on him, something just something about it makes you wanna continue to watch him as he poses. Until he says something that’ll have you regret talking to this man yet again.
You snatch your phone out of his hand and scroll through the many photos he took. You pretend to be annoyed but your cheeks poke just a little as you look through, though you wouldn’t dare fill this man’s ego by reacting ever so cutely. Yet, your smile grows but is gone as soon as Gojo speaks.
“You think I look like your cool ass boyfriend now or what?”
“You look like a loser, somebody needs to steal your lunch money.”
“What kind of loser still carries cash?”
That alone starts the arguments of how cash is better than cards and Gojo flaunting his new piercings to Geto. The night ends peacefully, with Gojo’s new look stuck to your mind, alluring and memorable. You try not to pay too much attention but his new look has you stealing glances and hiding your face away. Shoko notices but says nothing and lets the night pass by between the four of you.
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DADDY WOULDN’T APPROVE
PAIRING eddie munson x fem reader
SUMMARY your dad wouldnt approve of eddie you already knew that. but that wasn’t gonna stop you from being in a relationship with him. everybody around you two thought you were a annoyingly cute couple, except for a certain jealous someone. billy hargrove. when your dad invites billy and max over for dinner things take a turn and you can’t hide your love for eddie anymore.
WARNING asshole billy being jealous , parents arguing, cuss words. slight angst
“ my dad is gonna kill me if he finds out.” you mumble smiling, holding his hands. “ then i’ll die a happy man.” eddie says tightening his grip on your hand, “ eddie come on it’s not funny he’ll actually kill you. like- like seriously he would probably drag you by the hair and just start punching you.” you say scooting closer to him. “ no not my beautiful hair that his daughter loves to play with.” eddie says suddenly stopping letting go of your hair, you take a step back chuckling. eddie runs a hand through his hair, “ but my beautiful hair!” he expresses putting a hand over his chest dramatically. “ what ever will y/n do without my hair!” he says sliding down a locker, “ eddie!” you exclaim putting a hand over your mouth trying to control your laughter. “ whatever will i do without my hair..” he brags covering his face. “ however-” you give him a hand, he takes it standing up.
he twirls you “ too bad.” you giggle grabbing his hand connecting it with yours again. “ your crazy eddie munson.” you grin, “ yeah yeah okay.” he denies throwing an arm over your shoulder pulling you closer to him. “ can’t accept it?” you joke crossing your hands raising an eyebrow. “ shut it l/n.” he says ruffling your hair. “ hey don’t tell me to shut it munson.” you say furrowing your eyebrows. “ oh im sorry l/n.” he says pouting with puppy eyes, you turn your head to look at him. you groan pushing him off you, “ i hate you.” you say skipping, “ you love me!” he yells out loud. you stop skipping turning around, everybody was looking at you two. you put your finger over your mouth, “ shh!” you mouth. “ you hear that weirdos?! y/n loves me!” eddie yells not breaking eye contact, you giggle flipping him off. you fix your backpack running out of the school doors, looking around the parking lot looking for your dads car.
you quickly spot the car and your dad talking to billy? what? billy? come on. you turn around one last time seeing eddie looking at you, standing next to mike. you smile blowing him a kiss, he turns his head around blushing. you giggle, “ mike come on dingus let’s go.” you blurt. mike looks at you and nods, “ tell your girlfriend to stop calling me that.” mike says closing his locker grabbing his backpack throwing it over his shoulder. “ she calls her own boyfriend dipshit you think she’ll stop calling you dingus?” eddie questions crossing his hands smiling at the thought of you. “ come on dingus!” you exclaim, “ okay okay geez.” mike says running to you, mike looks back at eddie who was staring at you with loving eyes. “ ew.” mike says scrunching his nose disgusted at the sight of his two closest friends being extremely in love with each other.
you throw an arm around mike’s shoulder pulling him down, putting him in a headlock. you ruffle his hair, “ ow ow let go asshole.” mike whines trying to push you away. “ remember when i pushed you off the trampoline and you had to wear a cast for like a week? i’m not scared to do it again.” you say tightening the grip on the headlock. “ i’ll tell your dad about eddie.” mike says still trying to push himself out of the lock. you gasp dramatically, “ i’ll tell hopper about the time i caught you and el making out in his car.” you say, “ what?! you wouldn’t!” mike says, you finally let go off the headlock. “ yeah i would. actually the second i get home i will.” you say running to the car, “ hey wait y/n!” mike yells running after you. you laugh looking back seeing him chase you, you continue running till you get to the car. mike stops almost hitting the car, he puts his hand on the hood of the car trying to catch his breath. “ hi daddy.” you say opening the car door putting your backpack inside, mike opens the car door putting his bag inside too. “ hi mr.l/n.” mike says still trying to catch his breath.
“ hey kiddo, sweetie come here.” your dad says extending his hand out for you, you look at mike. he raises an eyebrow, “ go.” he mouths. you walk to your dad, “ yes daddy?” you say. “ this is billy.” he says pointing at billy, you look at billy. “ okay?” you say crossing your hands confused. “ he’s coming over for dinner later, along with his sister maxine-” you cut him off. “ max.” you say bluntly. “ but dad aren’t we having the wheelers over for dinner? like we do every wednesday.” you emphasis ‘every’ while looking at billy. he smirks extending his hand, mike peeks his out the window. “ it’s tuesday.” he says. “ nice to meet you too y/n.” he says. you roll your eyes turning around opening the car door, mike follows sitting next to you. “ he’s such a douche.” you groan covering your face. “ just tell your dad about eddie.” mike says putting on his seatbelt, “ he’ll kill me mike.” you say putting your hands down. “ i plan on telling him just not now.” you whine, mike nods leaning over grabbing your seatbelt putting it on for you. you look at the rear view window to see eddie, you smile lowering the car window. you peek your head out the window to see eddie holding onto his skateboard, he points at billy. you turn around to look at billy then back at eddie, you scrunch your nose. eddie laughs from afar, he points finger guns at billy. you giggle pointing finger guns at eddie, he gasps putting his hands over his chest. you ‘shoot’ making eddie fall on the floor, you laugh. you wave bye at eddie, he stands up waving bye.“ good now shoot me.” mike says his hands crossed, you pout pointing the finger guns at him. “ boom.” you whisper.
at home
you walk around the house with a walkie-talkie in your hand, “ i don’t get it why can’t you just tell your dad about eddie.” nancy says, you sigh pushing the talk button. “ because he’s not what my dad has in mind.” you say opening the fridge, “ he has billy in mind.” you say. you hear a gasp coming from the other side of the walkie-talkie, “ billy? billy hargrove?” she says. grabbing the milk carton, “ yeah billy hargrove, dad invited him over for dinner along with max.” you say drinking the milk straight of the carton. “ that’s horrible.” nancy says. “ i kno-” a voice cuts you off coming from the walkie-talkie. “ what are you little shits talking about?” robin says. “ robin save me.” you whine opening the fridge door again.
“ why?” she says. “ y/n doesn’t wanna tell her dad about eddie.” nancy says.“ nancy that’s not what i said!” you complain putting the milk back in. “ shut it dingus continue nance.” robin says. you groan, “ and mr.l/n is inviting max and billy over for dinner. her dad is trying to set them up.” nancy says giggling, “ this is so annoying!” you yell. “ just tell your dad y/n he has to accept it.” robin says. “ sure after i do that which one of you can i live with?” you say jumping on the counter, “ you’ll be fine.” nancy says trying to reassure you. “ i’ll try. bye little shits.” you say into the walkie talkie.
“ who’s eddie?” someone says suddenly, you flinch. “ ah shit!” you curse turning around. “ oh hey sorry mom.” you quickly apologise slamming the walkie-talkie down on the counter. “ who’s eddie?” she says putting on her apron. “ n-nobody.” you blurt jumping off the counter. “ ah ah y/n stand.” your mom says opening the fridge, “ who’s eddie?” she repeats grabbing tomatoes. “ mom!” you whine covering your face. “ come on sweetie just tell me.” your mom says setting the tomatoes down. “ he’s this guy at school.” you say turning around leaning on a counter. “ what kind of guy?” she says grabbing a knife, “ he’s like..my boyfriend.” you mumble. “ what?!” your mom blurts out.
“ your boyfriend?” your mom says a shocked look on her face. “ yeah he’s my boyfriend but he’s not your typical ‘highschool boy’ he has tattoos and he has long hair and plays guitar and is considered a freak.” you say in one breath. “ oh sweetie.” your mom says pouting, “ why didn’t you tell me?” she says grabbing the tomatoes walking to the sink. “ i knew you two wouldn’t allow me to date him cuz of his reputation.” you say pouting. “ sweetie come on.” your mom says setting the tomatoes down, “ i’m serious have you seen the way dad is? he’ll kill me and eddie.” you complain crossing your hands. “ sweetie listen. your dad was just like that in highschool.” your mom says smiling. you stand up straight, “ what?” you say shocked.
“ i’m serious! your dad was a total freak in highschool, he had long hair and always wore the same shirt everyday, he used to be in a band.” your mom says laughing. “ what? how?!” you yell laughing. “ i’m serious he used wear his worn out converse with black jeans.” she says opening a drawer grabbing a spoon. “ sweetie i don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about those type of things.” she says turning around, you smile. “ yeah of course mom.” you say biting your lower lip. you run up to her and hug her, “ so do i have your approval?” you mumble. “ i have to meet him first honey buns.” she says patting your back, “ you- you’ll meet him! you’ll meet him! tomorrow actually! yeah tomorrow thank you so much oh my god holy shit!” you let go of the hug and run out the kitchen. “ language!” she yells.
at the wheelers house
“ billy is what?!” dustin says slamming his hands on the table, “ mr.l/n is trying to set y/n and billy up.” mike says leaning back in his chair. “ that can’t be happening!” dustin yells. “ we can’t do anything about it dustin.” nancy says pacing around the basement, “ uh yes we can! we can get eds- eddie? eddie?” dustin says looking at eddie who was zoned out. dustin waves his hands infront of eddie, “ eddie munson!” he yells. eddie shakes his head looking at dustin, “ huh?” he says lost. “ i said we have to do something about this.” dustin says standing up from his chair, “ we can’t do anything. plus they would make a good couple.” eddie mumbles crossing his hands looking down. they all look at each other.
that hurt. seeing eddie so upset over not being able to be with y/n. both of them were perfect for each other. they were the cutest couple at school, they both started off as friends. ever since the fifth grade, friends quickly become best friends. best friends became lovers. they were both crazy for each other, it was adorable. “ actually..we can.” nancy says smiling. they all look at nancy.
at home
“ sweetie get the door!” your mom yells from the kitchen, you run down the stairs in excitement. you open the door to see your favourite redhead, max. you smile, she quickly hugs you. you wrap your hands around her hugging her tightly almost picking her up, “ you two saw each other earlier at school.” billy says with a blank expression. you and max both flip him off during the hug, you let go and smile at her. “ hey mrs.l/n.” max says walking to your mom. you look at billy crossing his hands, you move out the way to let him in. “ no greeting?” he asks smirking. “ buzz off.” you mumble. he walks in, you slam the door behind him. “ hey mr.l/n so good to see you.” billy says taking your dad in for a hug. you roll your eyes annoyed.
you giggle whispering to max, she chokes on her mashed potatoes giggling. “ max sweetie would you pass me the peas?” your mom says. max nods still giggling handing your mom the bowl of peas. “ sweetie did you know billy got a scholarship to play basketball?” your dad says interrupting you two, you stop laughing stabbing your steak with the fork. “ no i didn’t.” you answer smiling. “ oh please mr.l/n there’s no need to brag i’m sure y/n is not interested in that.” billy says taking a bite of bread while smirking. you scrunch your nose in disgust, “ nonsense billy. that’s great sweetie isn’t it?” you dad says smiling shoving a spoon full of rice in his mouth. your mom coughs, “ h-how’s school sweetheart?” your mom says trying to change the subject. “ it’s great mom max and i are at the top of our spanish class.” you say nudging max with your elbow, she chuckles. “ oh that’s amazing! max how are you and lucas?” your mom asks taking a bite of her steak.
“ ooh..” you whisper winking at max. max laughs, “ we’re doing great mrs.l/n!” max whispers trying to control her laughter. “ oh that’s adorable, remember how we were like honey?” your mom says looking at your dad. he chokes, you and max look at each other trying to hide your laughter. “ what were you like dad in highschool by the way? you never told me.” you say tilting your head to the side. “ i was a good student.” he says. “ come on honey give them more then that or should i?” your mom says smirking. “ please do mrs.l/n.” max says sarcastically. “ well max, d/n here was a total-” your mom was cut off by billy.
“ did y/n tell you she has a boyfriend.” billy blurts out, you drop your fork looking at billy with wide eyes. max chokes covering her mouth. she kicks her brothers leg from under the table. “ what?” your dad says. you look at him, you were unable to read his expression. your heart was racing.
“ sorry. y/n you didn’t tell your parents that your in a relationship? sorry my bad.” billy says smirking biting a piece of steak. you were silent, you looked at your mom who’s face was red. you stand up suddenly running up the stairs. “ y/n!” max yells dropping her fork. she quickly stands up running after you. you run down the hallway to your room, opening the door you jump on your bed hiding your face in the pillow. “ y/n.” max says running behind you, she closes the door rushing to the bed. you sit up covering your face with the pillow, tearing up. max grabs the pillow putting it down, she pulls you in for a hug. you hide your face in her shoulder crying. “ i hate him.” you whisper. “ i fucking hate him so much max.” you sob. max tightens her grip around you pulling you closer, she runs a hand through your hair gently. “ i’m sorry.” she whispers.
“ she has a what now?” your dad says looking at billy, “ oh i’m sorry you didn’t know mr.l/n?” billy says smirking. “ billy.” your mom warns. she gets up taking off her apron throwing it on her chair, “ that wasn’t for you to reveal billy.” she says glaring at billie. “ wait you knew m/n?” your dad says setting his fork down. “ yes i knew! because i know how to set a safe and friendly environment for my daughter in which she can talk to me!” she exclaims, “ now if you’ll excuse me i’m gonna go comfort my crying daughter.” she says turning around walking up the stairs in anger.
you wipe your tears biting your lower lip, the yelling from downstairs getting louder. “ i’m so sorry.” max says looking down. “ it’s fine max it wasn’t your fault.” you say running a hand through your hair. “ yeah i know but i should’ve known billy would’ve pulled something like that. he’s such an ass.” max says. “ and a dick.” you add. max smiles. “ yeah like the biggest dickhead on earth.” she adds giggling. you giggle covering your mouth. you two were cut off by a bunch of screams from outside, you two look at each other and rush to the window.
you break down laughing seeing dustin standing on a car, “ y/n l/n! we’re here to save you!” he yells. max breaks down laughing, she opens the window. “ y/n l/n!” dustin yells again. it starts raining, “ shit shit shit shit!” dustin screams looking up. max grabs your hand running, you continue laughing. you two run down the stairs almost bumping into your mom. “ sweetie?” your mom questions turning around. you continue running.max opens the door, you run out of the house rain hitting you two.
“ eddie! eddie!” dustin yells hitting the car roof. “ cool it shithead!” robin yells from the drivers seat. it’s steve’s car? did they seriously steal steve’s car. eddie rushes out the car almost tripping, you look at eddie biting your lip as rain kept hitting you and max. he turns around to see your face, why were there tears on your cheeks? why was your nose red? why were your lips swollen? he runs to you and pulls you in for a hug. “ oh my god this is so cliche.” you mumble hugging him tightly, “ why are you crying.” he says. you pull away from the hug looking into his eyes. gosh they were so beautiful.
you start tearing up again, “ no no pretty don’t cry.” he pouts grabbing your face. he wipes your tears with his thumb, “ is your dad in there?” he asks. you nod your lips trembling. he smiles “ sorry i really can’t control it i wanna kiss you so bad right now i don’t care who’s watching. i don’t care if he’s gonna kill me you mean the world to me y/n i wanna kiss you so bad.” he says as the rain got harder, you break down laughing. “ please kiss me.” you whisper. he smiles gently pulling your face closer to his. his lips meet yours.
everyone in the car starts cheering, max smiles running to the car. lucas opens the door letting her in. you two pull away when the house door opens, you turn around to see your dad. “ shit shit shit go go!” you yell grabbing eddie’s hand rushing in the car. eddie sits in the passenger seat, you quickly sit on his lap slamming the car door close. “ robin drive!” you yell. “ okay okay don’t yell at me i get scared!” she yells starting the car.
“ i love you so much.” eddie says pushing hair strand behind your ear, you smile. “ i love you too.” you whisper. “ oh god steve is gonna kill us. son of a bitch.” dustin says looking at the wet car seats.
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Jason momoa is dating his shy hairstylist! reader who really really wants but shy to ask him to eat her or fuck her up XD sorry
In the mood for somethin sweet
'Christ, his hair is a freakin jungle!' you think as as you stick the rat tail comb between your teeth and reach around ya man for the detangler. His eyes unknowingly watch you in the mirror, appreciating your curvaceous figure, but your too busy trying to unsnare his luscious blonde tipped locks. It's a real challenge to not huff out your irritation for him never brushing his damn hair. As his personal hairstylist you know it's factual information that if you don't do it then it doesn't get done.
Moving from behind Jason, you part his hair and start on the front. You're so concentrated on holding his hair from the root as you comb to avoid hurting him, you fail to take in his eyes raking over your juicy brown tits in his face. He licks his lips and continuously stares as you lean closer for better access.
You get a whiff of his cologne and its some effort from you to not nose his neck. Dammit, why does this fine ass man seduce you every appointment without even trying. How many times had you left the shop with an achy throb between your legs, just wishing he was going home with you instead.
Hell, it didn't make a damn lick of sense that guys still haven't fucked yet. This taking it slow nonsense was gonna be the death of you. But the way he petted your pussy always took you to another dimension, made you wonder what else he was good at. You've woken up from too many bomb ass wet dreams of what that mouth might do.
"Geez, Jase.. Why don't you just cut this all off. It's obvious you don't want it." Your irritation at his blatant disrespect for his hair comes out without your permission.
"Now why would I do that when it gives me excuse to come see you, sweetheart?" Jason responds with a hearty chuckle.
You feel absolutely pathetic that the nick name makes your tummy churn and heat bloom in your cheeks. Your so damn glad you can't blush. Your ok with your usual routine of avoiding eye contact during appointments but then rushing home to rub at your sticky little puss after he leaves.
"You can't possibly love coming in my shop every Friday evening, it's the weekend! Don't you have plans?" You ask, as you move on to comb and style the front of his hair.
"Yeah, I got something reeeal fun in mind for tonight actually." He licks his lips as he speaks, voice dangerously low while he continues to gaze at you through the mirror with piercing eyes.
Your mind races as you wonder what he could be about to get into. Maybe plans for a solo night? It's hard not to imagine him alone in bed, body glistening with sweat as he pumps at his fat dick desperately. Does he moan loud when he's all alone? You wonder if he likes to tease and edge himself.. Naw, you think, he seems like the type to go straight for that nut. Fuuuuuck you know he must cum buckets. The thought makes your thighs involuntarily squeeze together repeatedly hoping for some relief. You just KNEW he had a monster cock that could fuck you into oblivion. Your hands move in his hair instinctively, as you day dream about your sexy beefy ass client.
This doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. He watches you in the mirror as your chest rises and falls a bit faster, a light perspiration starting to cover you. You're nibbling your lip in a way that makes him wanna pounce on you, still rubbing those thick ass thighs together. He KNOWS the center of your lollipop is fuckin sweet.
"... Sweetheart?"
You only catch the end of his sentence thanks your nasty ass imagination. Fuck, your embarrassed. Never have you ever been so ready to get dicked down.
"Sorry, what was that?"
You still refuse to meet his eyes in the mirror as you move to finish styling the back of his hair. If you did peek, you would have immediately recognized his knowing smirk for what it was. He might as well have the power to read your mind.
"I said what are you doin after our appointment?" He repeats, hoping like a muthafucker that you'll be doing him.
"No plans, jus gonna go home and chill alone I guess."
"Why don't we grab somethin to eat? Fuckin starvin, princess." He suggests.
"Ok-kay, what're ya thinkin?"
You're a bit nervous. This was sudden. You've been out a few times in public together already AND it wasn't like the world didn't know you two were dating. But you guys had manage to stay in your own private little bubble and as introvert, it's been the best feeling in the world for you. Still, you crave any time you can spend with Jason, especially considering his hectic schedule for his upcoming movie.
"I'm thinkin somethin sweet... Maybe a little juicy? I don't usually do this but I'm tryna skip to dessert tonight." He says, smiling lewdly.
With your y/e/c eyes trained on his hair, focused intently on the small section you have left, you're missin all the cues. He thinks he might just have to lift up your snug little jean skirtand pin you down; start to eat so you finally understand he's tryin to feast on that pussy for dinner.
"From where? Oh! There's this cute little place, I think it's close by-"
"Woman.." He interrupts, and you recognize that commanding, dominant tone.
That's Daddy's Voice. You had hesitantly joked about it with the Jason the first time he unintentionally but successfully used it while he fingered you till you gushed on his sheets.
You fix your gaze to his, setting your hot pink comb down as you finally finish. You know what he wants to eat in an instant as he leers at you lewldly. As much as you want, no NEED this, you can't help but take a step back reflexively at his wolfish grin. Boy lookin at yo ass like he gone eat you alive!
Jason notices your retreat and in no way in fucking hell is he letting you get away that easy. He stands quickly, glancing at the mirror in appreciation, and runs his fingertips from the front back of his hair. He absolutely destroys your middle part, per usual, but somehow his sexy careless style looks far better than yours.
He then stalks your way and this time your steps backwards are intentional. Your horny ass boyfriend catches you easily though with firm hands on your waist as your back hits the wall. You look like a deer in headlights as he pulls you close, meshing your pelvis to his. His half hard chub feels thick as fuck against clothed mound, makes you close your eyes with quiet stuttering gasps of pleasure. Jason bends a bit to speak softly at you ear, watching you closely as to not miss one reaction from your shuddering body.
"You gone finally let Daddy taste his pussy or what?"
Your ears ring, his question on loop in your head. His thrusts increase in pressure but he keeps his snail like pace. The slow drag of his hips muddy your mind and you find it hard to focus on an answer.
Jason's okay with that though. He'll let your body speak for itself then. Kneeling in front of you, his large warm hands caress your denim covered ass, your soft warm thighs, and smooth cocoa brown legs. Reluctantly breaking eye contact, he silently taps on your furry black platform Ugg slippers and you lift each foot so he can remove them. You watch intently, as Jason lifts your left leg at the ankle and lays a soft kiss right below your gold dangling ankle bracelet.
"Pretty." He comments on your toes painted blood red nail and a matching 14K gold toe ring.
You wanna say 'thank you' but his lips continuing upwards, after he puts your leg up on his shoulder, render you speecheless besides your quiet moans. He leaves a molten hot trail that spreads warmth through your body and has you bucking your hips impulsively.
"Don't worry. Daddy's gonna give you what you want sweetheart, what I NEED. Cant wait to taste this pretty little puss."
Jason glances up your body, looking briefly at the diamond necklace he gifted you resting on your heaving chocolate tits. He notes how pretty you are in your sky blue tube top, as he lifts your skirt up and pulls your black lacy little thong to the side. He can tell you want this but still sees that hint of shyness in your gorgeous eyes and he can't have that shit! Doesn't mind suckin it out of you through your pussy if he has to.
You get no warning as he attaches his lips to your clit, reapeatedly sucking forcefully on your sensitive little button. The feeling is so intense you wonder if he's trying to inhale your poor quivering pussy. Even when your head smacks against the wall, the thud booming, there's no repreive. You stare blankly, mouth open wide, emitting loud panting pleasured whines as you gasp for breath.
"Daaaddy, aaah aaah Daaaaaddy." You've never moaned his title during him pleasuring you before but it's like he pulls it out of you.
His rigid dick jerks every few seconds in his black jeans from the way you grip his freshly styled hair, pulling it while crying and dripping all over his mouth. He wants so badly to slide his cock into you, knows for a fact that his pussy would be hot, wet and welcoming to him. Is more than positive you'll be his good little princess and let him breed you to his hearts content.
His fingers trace your soaking wet opening before teasingly pushing the tip of his index finger in and out with leisure. It may not be his monster cock but his finger is fuckin thick and is just what you need. He's glad he's got the wall to help him hold you up because he's losing concentration as you flutter frantically around his digit, trying to suck him in further while he licks at the pink of you vehemently. He wants so bad to feel you clutching at his dick like this; It's maddeningly to Jason not being able to fuck into you and drain his balls into your little puss. He can't wait till get his chance to overstimulate you till you beg and plead for him to stop.
Jason's middle finger joining his index snaps your back in a mean ass arch as you wail and try to push him away by his forehead. But your strength is nothing compare to his. He leans into you, snatching both your wrists in one hand and holding them tight as the other continues it assault on your insides.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckoh fuckmeeeeee Daddyyyyy!!" Your screams bounce off the walls of your salon in echos and your more than glad you locked up and sent everyone home early for the night.
His leaky cock spasms in his snug black briefs, twitching to the same beat of your rapidly clenching pussy unbeknownst to either of you. He hopes to God he don't bust his nut in his pants right now.
"You knoooow what I want princess." Jason moans against your clit.
He serves you a harsh suck while moving his head back, pulling off your clit with a loud SMACK of his lips. Your eyes rolling back as you convulse and lustfully hump at his mouth. That tells him all he needs to know as he repeats the action again.. And again.. Again.. Then once more. He doesn't get to do it a 5th time as you unexpectedly start creaming against his now swollen lips.
"Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy!!" You can't scrounge a single ounce of embarrassment at your desperate pleas for him.
His stare is penetrating as he continues to nurse on your contracting little puss. You shake and shiver, trying to yank your wrist from his grasp with no luck. Your body twists and turns while Jason holds you between the wall and himself easily. With creased brows and your cute button nose scrunched, you squirt and spray in little gushes. Fuuuuck just what he expected from his perfect girl. You cum loud, long and hard for him.
Only when Jason's beard drips of your essence onto your salon floor does he relase his grip and cease his mind blowing torture. His big dick tents his pants but he stays kneeled before you. A wet patch of precum on his pants is easily visible.
You're eyes meet his in an instant, entire body vibrating with euphoria from your orgasm, you know what you want next. So you tell him, licking your plump lined lips sensually.
"My turn, Daddy.."
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Before The Snow, Came The Flame…
Young!Coriolanus snow x blk fem!reader
Theme: Morally gray themes, talks of suicide, heavy sexual content. Possessive/Obsessive behavior. This is pure fiction and should only be consumed as such…
Chapter 00 Just Say Yes…
(Sexual Act 1- Oral sex, and breathe play )
Evangeline-
I’ve always hated the snow, because when snow comes, that means death to nature. The pretty flowers wither away, the warm air turns cold and crisp, and the animals become scarce. But the one thing I hate the most about snow is when it falls it brings death to the living.
“Do you think they’ll find out about us still existing? The Capital, I mean.” Johnathan my half-brother asks me as we trek across the frosted ground. “It’s been what ten years? I highly doubt anyone other than Nana-Bee remembers. Besides don’t you think they would’ve came for us by now?” I tell him as I lift a thick branch, letting him pass. I soon after follow and I see some pine cones. I gather them and hear Johnathan give a sigh.
“I guess you’re right. And it is for the best that no one knows. It’s already sad that we can’t walk around without people staring. But you’re lucky Evangeline. Your eyes are only yellow sometimes. I wish I could do that.” I ruffle his curly hair and give a laugh. “Nana-Bee taught me. I’m sure she’ll teach you when you’re older.” He rolls his golden eyes at me and as I’m sure he’s about to give me some snarky remark on why our great-great grandmama won’t be teaching him color changing, we hear a loud-
Snap!
We immediately freeze in place. I sign to him to hide but he shakes his head and signs back that he’s not leaving me.
As much as I love this kid, I’m sure he’s going to get me killed one day. I go to sign something else but I see something in the distance and I yank Jonathan down just in time to feel something whiz past my ear. The tree explodes into small splinters.
“Suis-moi.” I order him. He follows me without hesitation as we stay low.
I feel my heart pounding in my throat all because our father had warned us to keep watch for outsiders. Whether they were Peace Keepers or just people from surround districts. If they see us, they will take us and sell us to the capital.
Even though our existence is close to a secret now, there are still older people who remember us. Children of fire, is what they’d call us now, which is a better name than being called Morningstar children.
Another bullet whizzes past my head but unluckily for Johnathan it hits him in the shoulder.
I go to help him but he pushes me back and hisses for me to hide. “N-“ A gun sounds off and I just throw myself up into a near by tree. I use the leaves to keep me hidden and watch over Jonathan as he writhes in pain.
“It’s not a deer! It’s a…kid?” A large lunk of a man looks at my brother and he knees down. “Geez sorry kid, but wait wasn’t there two of you?” The man looks up into the trees and Johnathan bites the man on the ankle.
He lets out a yelp and he takes the butt of his gun and hits my brother in his face which makes the flames in my fingertips ignite.
I leap out of the tree and when I land, I push him hard into the ground and I grab at his face. He yells as I start to dig my nails into his eyes. “Evangeline, let him go.” I hear Jonathan hiss as he yanks at my blouse. “I’ll go when he’s dead!” I snap at him.
“You crazy bitch!” The man yells and with a swift punch I hit in his nose. He goes limp for a second and I get up feeling my hands getting hot.
“Evangeline calm down, please. We need to go.” He yanks at me again and as we start to run, a strong grip yanks me down. “Eva-” I push Jonathan forward and yell for him to run. I see the hesitation for a split second but he doesn’t what he’s told. He has an injury he needs to take care of.
The man yanks me down and I hit the ground hard. He looks down at me with such hate in his eyes and I smirk at him. “Fuck y-” I feel his boot hit the side of my head hard and I soon feel the darkness take over.
Coriolanus-
“Hey! I got something!” Bugs and I turn back around and head towards Duke, who had a body slung over his shoulder. Which was odd because he said that he was chasing after a deer.
He has turned and we saw that it was a woman. Her black locs were long and covering her face. However there was a long white stripe in the tangled mass of black.
“Why do you have an unconscious girl with you?” Bugs asks as Duke puts the passed out girl down and cuffs her wrists as well as put a blind fold over her eyes.
“At first I thought her and that fucking kid she was with were animals just by how they were moving. But that’s my fault from the stories my great grandparents told me, I should have known they were Morningstar children.” I give Bugs a look and he shrugs. “I don’t know Coryo.”
Duke throws his hands in the air in frustration. “Don’t tell me you never heard of Morningstar children.”
“No, what the hell are you talking about?” I ask feeling annoyed as I eyed the unconscious girl. “My great grandparents told me about these people. They’re demons in human form. They can set a flame to anything even ash. However if you were to capture one them, they can grant you the key to heaven. So that even if you were the greatest sinner, when you die you will still make it to the pearly gates. But you have to make them give their loyalty to you or else they will turn on you like a rabid dog.”
“Wait, how is she…a demon in human form she looks like a regular girl to me.” Bugs asks as he kneels close to her. Duke yanks him away from her.
“There are a few signs, if it’s a woman, they have a bewitching scent that makes men turn lustful.”
“That sounds like shit.” I interrupt. Duke just waves me off. “But all of them, they have this hair as black as night and a singular while strand of hair. It’s like their birthmark. But the number one thing that gives them away are the various color of yellow in their eyes. They say when you look at them you can see the pits of hell in them.” I look over at the girl and notice her breathing is steady.
To the untrained you’d think she was sleeping but I know better. She’s pretending. I use to do that as a child when I didn’t want to go to bed but my parents had checked to make sure I was asleep. I keep my eyes trained on her as I hear Duke and Bugs bickering.
“It all sounds like a bunch of bullshit. Besides this girl has a family that’s going to come looking for her. Just let her go and we can pretend that we never seen her.” Bugs says as he walks over towards the girl.
Duke side steps him, blocking his path. “Do you not understand what we have here? We have the key to damnation. I know someone in the capital would pay big bucks for her. I’m not giving her back.”
“Duke you sound so idiotic. Coryo, please talk some sense into him. This girl needs to go hom-” I raise a hand and see the girl stir.
“What’s wrong?” Bugs asks as he walks over. Instead of answering I reach over her but Duke yanks my arm back. I send a glare his way and his grip loosens on my arm. I then remove the blindfold from her face and I lock onto a pair a dark brown eyes. They looked wild, angry and beautiful all at the same time.
When she locked her eyes onto me I kneeled there in front of her frozen. Because I was captivated by her. If she had a proper bath and clothes, she’d be more beautiful than any rose I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
When she speaks, I can hear an accent that I can’t quite place. “Please let me go, I didn’t do anything.” The girl pleads to us.
“I’m letting her go, her eyes aren’t yellow, she’s just scared.” Bugs went to take the cuff off of her but Duke moved in and grabbed the girl by her face and pinned her to the tree behind her.
“Hey!” Bugs and I both yell in unison. “I know what I saw, and I know what you did. Stop lying! And how did you change the color of your eyes? I saw hell in them! Tell me how, before I snap your neck! Don’t make me look like a liar!” He yelled as his hand squeezes around her throat.
I quickly pick up my gun and I aim it at Duke. Feeling that if I don’t threaten him he might just break her. “Let the girl go or I will make a mess out of you.” I say calmly as I cock the gun. He gives me a glance and smirks.
“I don’t know what witch craft she’s pulling but I’m not letting this golden goose out of my sight. I’ll let her go but she comes with us.”
“Hey if you can prove she’s a Morningstar child or whatever then we will figure something out later but if she’s not one then we need to find her people and give her back. Deal?” Bugs comments trying to de-escalate the whole situation.
Duke lets her throat go and she sucks in a mouth full of air as she collapses onto the ground. “Fine, but I know what I saw.” Duke snaps as he moves back.
I don’t lower the gun until he’s several feet from her. When I see it’s somewhat safe for her, I kneel down in front of her and she jerks back from me. I move the gun and raise my hands to let her know I’m not going to hurt her. “You’re safe, I promise.” She glares past me and I know she’s glaring at Duke.
“What’s your name?” I ask her so she can focus on me. “Evangeline.” She answers as she keeps her eyes on Duke. “Evangeline, hey I will do my best to take care of you while you’re in my care. Duke won’t touch you again. You have my word.” She slowly puts her brown eyes on me and I see a flicker of something.
Gold? Maybe an amber color? The flicker leaves her eyes and all I see is brown.
“I want to go home.” She tells me as her brown eyes stare deep into mine. “You’ll go home soon.” I tell her as I find my hand moving closer to her small brown face.
I move the long white loc out of her eyes and right there in that moment, I knew she was going to be my little rose. She had thorns, that was clear to see but past the danger, there was something more. Something I wanted to…possess.
Evangeline-
Several days later…
The smell of snow was in the air and it was foul. People will tell you it doesn’t have a smell, but they’re lying. It smells overly sweet and it smells like death.
I wonder if Nana-Bee and Papa know that I’m here. Maybe Jonathan told them…
I hope his wounds are healing.
When I get the chance, I’m going to beat Duke’s skull until the bone marrow is not longer recognizable.
I smirk at the thought as I swirl my finger around the ice in my cup. “I wonder if his body will twitch when I do it?” I mutter as I place the cup down and stare at the iron bars of my cell.
I duck my head down as I hear footsteps approaching. “Are you hungry?” I hear a voice call out to me. I lift my head up and my eyes meet a pair of baby blue diamonds. “All depends, can I take that meal to go?” I answer him as I stand on my feet and walk close to the bars. He gives me a gentle smile.
“You know I would let you go in a heartbeat but-”
“But the people here are convinced that I am a peculiar woman. I’ve proven that I’m not. I’ve touched these iron bars, and my skin hasn’t burned. I’ve let my feet touch salt and my soul hasn’t been damned. I’m innocent and you know that Coriolanus.” I tell him. He gives me a stern sigh.
“Duke still isn’t convinced. He still thinks you’re lying.” I throw my hands in the air. “Because of my eyes? My not yellow but boring brown eyes?”
“I don’t think your eyes are boring.” Coriolanus comments making me narrow my eyes at him. “Are you flirting with me, Coriolanus?” He shakes his head and gives me a smirk. “Why would I flirt with a devilish woman such as yourself?”
There it is, the electricity in the air between us. I don’t know when this flirtatious banter had started, maybe on the second day? But I’ve notice the special attention Coriolanus gives me.
He always gives me extra food. He makes sure I get to some time to stretch my legs when no one is looking. To anyone else he would seem endearing.
But his blue eyes hold something cold in them. So I play this game, I let him flirt with me because I do get benefits and it helps that he was cuter than Bugs and way more attractive than Duke.
Funny enough I always like to test my limits with him. Just to see how far he’ll let me go with this little dance.
“How about you let me out of here and I can simply show you what this devilish woman can do.” I say as I trail a finger across my swollen bosom.
His eyes drop down for a second too long and when his eyes travel back to my face he leans in. “How do I know you won’t escape?” He asks in a husky whisper as he reaches up and twirls one of my locs between his fingers.
“You’ll never know until you let me out of this cage.” The corner of his lip quips up and he cocks his head to the side. “I quite like you in the cage. You remind me of this golden flower that my Grandma’am would keep in a vase. It was a beauty but if she lift the glass vase from it, the golden rose would wither away in minutes.”
“So you see me as a weak flower?” He shakes his head. “On the contrary I see you as something precious that needs to be preserved.” I nod and pluck my loc from his touch.
“Funny I just think you like to look at me in this cell so that you know where I am at all times.”
“That is not true. Besides watching someone in a cell is quite boring and reminds me of the games.” He retorts. “I think it wouldn’t be boring to watch me if you had something worth watching.” I say as I take a few steps back and sit down on the stone bench. He studies me as I let a smile dance across my lips.
“Maybe if you got to watch me…satisfy myself.” I tease as I lift my skirt. His gaze was trained on my every move as I raise the skirt past my brown thighs. I run my fingers against my inner thighs and let out a soft moan.
“Am I worth watching now, Coriolanus, darling?” I moan out to him. I watch him lick his bottom lip and see a tent starting to form in his pants.
He leans in closer towards thebars and looks behind himself to make sure no one was there. “You’re going to get me in trouble Evangeline.” He says as he cups himself as he looks back at me. “Then stop watching me. Or try to stay quiet, because I’m going to give you a show.” I slide a two fingers under my panties and I hear him groan as I move my fingers away and show him how slick my fingers are.
“I guess I was wetter than I thought.” I tease as I flick my tongue against my fingers. I can see he wants nothing more than to taste me.
Hell I’m sure if I told him to unlock the cell he would do it without hesitation.
I spread my legs wider and I slide the two digits inside of me, watching him rub himself. “You know you’ll only get in trouble if you get caught in here with me, but I’m sure you wouldn’t care about the punishment as long as you’d get to taste me. Am I right Coriolanus?”
“I would want nothing more than to taste every inch of your body, Evangeline. From head to toe.” I watch him rub himself harder and I close my eyes to enjoy my self pleasure but Coriolanus clears his throat.
“Don’t close those pretty brown eyes. I want them on me when you pleasure yourself. I want to be the only thing you look at when you reach ecstasy.” I let out a groan as I work my fingers on my clit.
He reaches into his pants pocket, surely to get out the keys when we both hear footsteps approaching. I quickly stop and smooth my skirt back down.
Someone clears their throat behind Coriolanus but he doesn’t turn to them. “What?” He says in a tone a little too calm for my liking. “You’re needed in the bunks, Coryo.” They tell him. “I’ll be there. You can go.” The foot steps leave and I give him a sly smile.
“Sorry for interrupting your duties. I’ll behave next time.” He doesn’t return the smile. He just stares at me for a pregnant pause.
“Don’t be sorry, I chose to be here. And I don’t regret it one bit. But I must apologize for the interruption. I have to go. Maybe we can continue this later.” He goes to walk away but I clear my throat, stopping him in his tracks.
“If I’m going to be here for a while, I do hope we get to have some private time together, Coriolanus. There are some…talents I do want to show you, without interruptions.” My eyes flicker to the bugle in his pants and when I look back up I see his blue eyes darken with want.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we have more time when I come to visit you again.” He leaves and I watch him go feeling a bit light headed. I close my eyes for a few minutes and when I open them I let out a breathe. “Evangeline what are you doing?” I ask myself in pure wonder as I look down at my cup of water.
It was after supper time and I was looking at the potato soup as if it were a bomb that would go off at any second. “Nana-Bee’s sunflower stew sounds good about now.” I mutter as I push the bowl away. I nibble on the hard roll and see Sinder, a sweet older lady who was assigned to bring me to the mess room, come right on time.
“Ready?” She asks as she motions me to come to her. I give a slight nod and I go to her, making sure I don’t spook her as she unlocks my cell. “To take a bath like regular folks? Always, Sin.” I give her a kind smile and she returns one back as she escorts me out. As we head down the hall I take a chilled breathe.
“How’s the baby coming along?” I ask Sinder as she leads me further down. She touches her swollen belly then. “He’s coming along nicely. Due in December, so he’ll be a winter baby.”
“That’s nice, make sure when he’s born you bathe him in warm milk so he’ll have warm skin. My Nana-Bee, says it’s nothing worse than having a baby in winter. If they catch the frost they’ll cry and get colic.” I tell her.
“I’ll do just that. Thank you, Evangeline. You know, I don’t believe what they say about you, you’re just different is all.”
I like Sinder, she’s sweet and she makes me feel as if she could be my sister if circumstances were different.
She brings me to the baths and she turns around to give me some privacy as I strip off my clothes and ease my body into the luke warm water. “Evangeline, can I ask something of you?” Sinder asks as she picks up my clothes and folds them for me. “Anything, you know it’s rude to deny a woman with child.” I tell her.
She gives a soft smile. “I have to check in with my sisters, can I trust that you’ll be fine without me for a few minutes?” I nod like an obedient child. “I’ll be here, I won’t run. Besides there’s chill in the air, I’d catch my death if I leave like this.” She nods and she quietly leaves me alone.
I rub the cheap soap against my brown skin and let out a soft sigh. I let myself duck underneath the water and let the silence surround me.
Maybe it would be easy if I just drowned in this bathtub. Then these people can find my body and feel guilty for taking me away from my family. However I wouldn’t want Sinder to be the one to find me.
As the morbid thoughts seep through my brain I feel a burn in my lungs. My body twitches under the water and I break the surface and take in a mouth full of air.
Something in the air was off, almost as if someone’s presence was near. I swirl my fingers in the water and stare at the door. “Seems awfully rude of you to watch a lady while she’s having an intimidate moment.” I call out as I feel someone watching me.
I stare harder at the door and feel annoyed that whomever is behind it thinks I’m an idiot. “Might as well come out.” I call out once more. The door slowly opens and behind it was Coriolanus. The scowl on my face disappears and I sit up as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him. “I went to your cell and I didn’t see you there.” Coriolanus confesses with a tinge of red in his cheeks.
I give a dramatic pout and lean on the side of the bath, not caring that my breasts were on full display to him. “Awe, and you thought I ran away? Careful people might think you care about me, Coriolanus.” I say as I watch his eyes roam over parts of my naked flesh.
“And what if I do care? What’s the harm in that?”His eyes lock onto mine and I feel as if I’m in the room with the beast.
That’s a ridiculous thought, this is just Coriolanus, the same Coriolanus that treats me well and has a liking for me.
“All depends, do you care about my wellbeing or just my body?” I ask as I lean back looking at him carefully. His eyes look down and when they look back up they seem to darken a shade darker. He takes a step further into the room which makes me want to back away from him but I make my body stand still.
What is going on here?
“Why do you do that?” He asks, the question catching me off guard. “Do what?” I ask innocently. “Tease and tempt me? I could take advantage of you right now and no one would know.” I swallow before answering.
“I would know, and maybe I want you to take advantage of me a little. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at me, Coriolanus. Like how your eyes linger on my tongue when I lick my silverware clean after my meals. Or how when you cuff me, your hands brush against my skin longer than it should. I fascinate you, and I probably haunt your dreams.” I say as I cup water in my hands and slash it over my face.
“You do haunt my dreams, and my nightmares I’m afraid. But if I could sleep and see your beauty then may I never awaken again.” I blush hearing that compliment and it let a bit of my guard down. “You really know how to lay on the charm.” I comment as I reach for the sponge to wash myself. I wasn’t fast enough because he had plucked the sponge out of my reach. “Please allow me.” He says as he walks behind me.
I go to tell him that it wasn’t necessary but he was already rubbing small circles against my shoulder blades. Which were stiff from sleeping on the hard cot in my cell. I relax and let him work my muscles.
“You’re quite tense, especially here.” He reaches lower and I keep my moans to myself. “That feels nice, really nice. You are talented with your hands, Coriolanus.” I tell him as he lathers up the sponge and goes to rub my lower back.
“It’s a talent among many that I possess.” He comments. I turn to him then and look up at his face. “You know, you are quite beautiful for a man, Coriolanus.” He blushes and looks away. “Thank you, though I don’t think men want to be called beautiful.” I give a shrug. “There are beautiful men and there are handsome women. That’s just how the world is.”
“I like the way you look at the world, you seem to have a fresh perspective on it.” He comments as I study his face. “Mmm, can I ask you something? And you have to answer me honestly.”
“Of course.”
“Does your lover ever get jealous that you spend time with me?” He stops and looks at me puzzled. “I don’t have a lover.” It shouldn’t come as a shock by the way he flirts, but it was a big puzzling to know that he didn’t have a lover. He is quite a looker and his eyes were just gorgeous.
“You don’t? Well that’s quite sad.” He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. Besides if it’s so sad, why don’t you be my lover?” I expected him to ask me that question.
“I don’t think you’ll want me after a while, I am quite the wild card.” He leans in close and move my hair behind my shoulder. “I think I’d want to keep your forever. Would you let me? Keep you that is.”
“I don’t know, give me a good reason I should be kept by you.” I tease. He nods slightly and he places the sponge down. “Not only do you haunt me, but I crave you. I crave to know your taste on my tongue. I crave to feel your body pressed against mine. If there is one thing I want it’s to keep you for all of eternity.” He lets his hands touch my chin and I feel him tug at my lower lip, releasing it from my teeth.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask as I feel him pull me closer. “So you’ll say yes. Say yes and be mine, Evangeline. Be my little rose.” He leans in and fight hard to not fall for his charm. “I don’t think I will.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “I suppose I have to use stronger measures then.” With a swift skill, he takes me out of the bathtub and sits me on the edge. “What are you-“ He interrupts me by trailing his fingers down my slit. “You know I’ve been thinking about this little pretty pussy all day. When I had some alone time, I touched myself and thought about you on your knees, taking this down your throat.” He places my hand on his bulge and I let a moan escape my lips.
“Do you know how badly I want this inside of you? In every hole that you’ll allow me to have access too, Evangeline? But first I need to be a gentleman and show you that I will adore the very ground you walk on.” I watch as he lowers himself on his knees and parts my legs.
I wants as he leans in and he inhales my scent deeply. I bite my lip as I see his blue eyes look up at me. “Those moans you were making earlier, I want you to only make those sounds for me. You see, Evangeline. I am a jealous lover and I don’t like sharing what’s mine. So you can’t moan for any other man but for me. Do you understand?” He asks as he massages my inner thighs.
“I think so.” I whimper as I feel my cunt move towards his mouth. “No thinking, say yes, to me my little rose.”
“What if someone catches us?” I ask my mind slowly caring less about Sinder and more about Coriolanus’ mouth. “Don’t worry about that, just focus on me.”
He kisses my pussy lips which cause a slight shiver down my core. The kiss deepens and I feel him use his tongue to part my lips.
I feel my head loll back but his hand finds my throat and I know without words, he wants me to watch. He wants me to watch him devour me.
His fingers tighten a bit but the action was more for pleasure than for pain. I bite my lip, as I continue to watch as he assaults my pussy with his long tongue. His name seems to sing off of my lips as I find a blissful rhythm with my hips.
I reach down and place both of my hands on the sides of his head as I push his face deeper. God his tongue was working wonders on my little throbbing clit.
His eyes flutter closed and I move my hips faster. I feel the balls of my feet press into his thighs as I try to keep balance but I almost lose it when I feel his tongue flick against the hood of my clit faster.
I let out a sharp whimper as he uses his free hand and pressed my left thigh further apart. He then takes his middle and ring finger and does a come here motion inside of me. Massaging my g-spot as well as giving long and salacious licks to my now tightening clit.
“Oh god..” I cry out as I buck my hips harder against his now swollen lips and tongue. His eyes glare up at me as if to dare me to lose control and give him what he desires.
He wants me to say yes.
Shit I can almost taste the word on the tip of my tongue.
I feel his grip on my neck tighten as well as the muscles in my lower stomach. I hook him closer to me as if I want him buried into my skin as I fuck his mouth.
Not caring that we could get caught. No longer caring that he is slowly cutting off my air supply. I want him to make me come, I want to give him the very thing he wants. “Yes…Coriolanus..” Is all I can manage to say before I have tunnel vision. I feel light headed as I come against his tongue. I hear him moan and suck as he releases my throat from his dangerous hand.
I suck in air as he grips my hips and he drinks in all of me. My body shivers but not from the chill in the air. But from the heat that he was giving off of his body. When he looks up at me, he has a very pleased look on his face. He flicks his tongue one more time and I shiver from the action.
When Coriolanus stands up I feel my body wanting to lean in to him, as if he’s a magnet and I’m just a scrap of metal being pulled in his direction. I still my body to keep from falling into him.
His pupils blow out, causing the blue in his eyes to almost disappear. He then licks his bottom lip and reaches out to me. I lean into his touch and he smiles. “My loving little rose.” He whispers to me as he lifts my white loc and twirls it between his fingers.
I say nothing and just look up at him. Something isn’t right, I feel as if I just gave him a piece of my soul and now I’m going to be damned for eternity.
When I finally go to speak we hear a gasp. I turn slightly to see Sinder with a shocked expression on her face. “You’re not allowed in here.” She tells Coriolanus.
“I came in here to check on our guest. And to my surprise I see she was left all alone. What would’ve happened had she had drowned? Then you’d be the one having to be punished. I’ll let it slide this one time. But if it happens again you’ll be the one who will be chosen for the next Reaping and I’ll be sure of it.” Coriolanus says in a frosted tone.
He looks back at me and I see a ghost of a smile on his lips. “We’ll talk later, Evangeline.” He sends a soft kiss against my temple and leaves the both of us in the mess room.
When the coast is clear, Sinder walks over to me with a towel and she starts apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry Evangeline, I was only gone for a moment. He didn’t hurt you did he?”
“No, I don’t think he would’ve anyways.” I say as I dry off my body and get dressed. But also not feeling sure that I believe what I just told her. “I would be mindful of that particular Peace Keeper. He’s charming but I’ve heard rumors, that when he takes interests in one of the girls, he likes to play with them until they break.”
She brings me back to my cell and I tell her good night as she gives me one more apology.
It falls to silence and I take my cup and I swirl what liquid I had left in it. “I hope he knows fire can be a bit difficult to break.” With those whispered words, I stare into the cup and dip my fingers into the liquid. As I raise my fingers into the moon light I see flames slowly licking my finger tips. I flick my tongue against them and I smile in the dark corner of my cell.
“Well when you play with fire, you tend to get burned…”
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i literally live for ur posts bro. what hcs do you have about werewolf!thomas? how would that affect his character and upbringing? what about any romantic relationships? i am very interested in this Idea
oh geez man. i had to pause yugioh to talk about this. bear with me on this one lads, i'm fighting off a fever
(add in: I wrote this like a fucking month ago but mobile refused to let me edit the post so I had to come on web and that took like eighteen spoons for some god awful reason so. Here go)
So, the great thing about Werewolf!Thomas is that there are so many ways to interpret it.
It all depends on how you view werewolves: Do they only shift on a full moon? Do they have any control over it? Do they have any control during the change? Can they do it on command? Is it driven by emotions? Do they have any werewolf features outside of their wolf form? Do they experience heats/ruts? Do they mate with A/B/O rules? Do they have their own? It's just so much!
Which is great! I love AU's that leave so much open space, and I feel like the slasher community severely lacks any serious AU's.
So, here's what I'll do. For this post, I'll set up a particular form of WW!Thomas. I'll set answers for the questions above (and maybe a few more) and give a brief description on him. Then I'll talk about my HCs, how it'd affect his character, upbringing, etc, etc.
I"ll also add in another loop and tell y'all to send in asks about other forms of WW!Thomas! Change it up, mix 'em around, and ask me about him! It's an AU, damnit, let's have some fun with it!
So, just as a fair warning, this particular version is going to lean less towards the traditional werewolf and more towards my own, because... Well I don't really have a reason, I just want to. Leave me and my feverish brain alone.
Now to begin by answering some basics about WW!Thomas and how his particular case of lycanthropy functions.
In my particular AU, Thomas has a few werewolf features outside of his wolf form. His teeth are noticeably sharper than normal, and his nails are dark and naturally sharp. His ears, while in normal human placement, are pointed, and twitch in response to various things. He has a big, fluffy brown tail, and he's just a bit hairier all around.
During a partial shift these aspects just sort of increase; e.g. His teeth are threateningly sharper, his nails are bigger and harder, his ears become a little fluffy and more canine in appearance, and his tail become bigger and sort of gains a mind of its own.
During a full shift, his fur is dark brown, wild and curly, and oh, so fluffy. If it wasn't for all the large, sharp teeth and pointy claws he'd be nothing more than a giant, fluffy, St. Bernard. He still has his facial scars and is also missing his nose in his wolf form, so his sense of smell, unlike most werewolves, is significantly weaker. For the actual build, he's just like a typical werewolf form. Unless he's on all fours, then he could have a chance of passing as a strange breed of... something. Something big.
There is an urge to shift on a full moon, and no matter what he'll experience a partial shift, but he can resist shifting completely on a full moon, he's just more irritable and snappy when he does. It's easier just to let it happen and get through the night. He can also shift in other ways as well.
For one, he shifts with extreme emotions. Anytime he feels threatened, scared, or angry, he's much more likely to experience a full shift, but he can experience partial shifts from being excited or happy or really just any 'big' emotion. He spent a lot of time working on controlling his shifting, so honestly it takes a lot to really corner him into an unwilling full shift.
Despite this, however, he can't just shift on command. He's a pretty anxious guy, so most of the time if he tries to shift with no real rhyme or reason he ends up psyching himself out of it all together.
The state of his consciousness during a full shift really depends on what made him shift in the first place.
If it's a voluntary, full moon shift, he's present and aware, if a little clouded by the transformation, and most of the time during regular full moon shifts, he's rather docile and peaceful. He's a bit more excitable, but there's no danger with being around him during this time.
If the shift is involuntary however, i.e. brought on by being cornered with big, negative emotions, it's a different story.
If he shifts out of fear, or feeling threatened in some way, he's much less present during this time, sort of stuck in a panic state, but as long as you're not what set him off, it's pretty easy to coax him back. Careful words and soft affection will help him calm down and shift back.
If he shifts out of anger, or protectiveness, i.e. someone threatens someone in his family, it's much, much worse.
Thomas is a very calm, albeit anxious man. He has his fair share of anger issues, but it mostly stems from other people's mistreatment of he and his family, in other words, it's more of a righteous, justifiable anger. It's just as easy to stay on his good side as it is to get on his bad side, but it takes a lot of the bad to really make him snap.
All that to say that it takes a lot to force this man to shift out of anger. I mean you have to go to the low of the low. I'm talking hurt/kill someone he cares about in front of him levels. It's not an easy feat.
And if you do manage to pull it off... Well, let's just say I hope God has more mercy on your soul than Thomas does.
He's completely blacked out during this, there's not a single ounce of him present at this time, nor is there any possible way to pull him out of it. The best thing you can do is just let it happen, and if possible, lock him in the basement until it's over. It may sound harsh, but no one is safe when he's actually snapped.
Now that we've covered the basics, we can move onto some general headcanons for him.
♡ For one, he sheds. A lot. He's an overgrown dog living in Texas, there's really no way to avoid it. He's great to have around during the winter months, but when spring starts to shift to summer he's gonna lose that winter coat- everywhere.
♡ He hates being treated like a dog, he's still a person and he won't take kindly to being treated like a mutt. Especially after the Hewitts begin their rampage- he was put down his entire life, he won't take it anymore. i.e. he HATES the word mutt
♡ During any sort of voluntary or positive shift, he's really just a big teddy bear. Due to the fact that he has to work during the day, and shift during the risen full moons at night, he's pretty exhausted and just wants to sleep.
♡ While his mask does also double as a muzzle, he hates wearing one. It's a requirement for his job, and since he prefers wearing a mask while he's in his human form, wearing it isn't an issue at all, but the insinuation behind a muzzle insults him.
♡ He wore a collar when he was a child because he had a lot less control and people would often have to bring him back home to the Hewitts after he'd run off to play during a shift.
♡ He tends to spend most of his full moon shifts alone in the basement, which the Hewitts sort of made his 'wolf' room after adopting him, so he has a place to go when he shifts, or in the extremely unlikely event he snaps, they can lock him in so he's safe from himself and others. He still has his regular bedroom upstairs he uses most of the time.
♡ A full shifts tends to rip and shred his clothes (a very expensive and/or time consuming repair) so when he knows it's going to happen he just strips down to a too big pair of boxers, which, seeing a werewolf in barely fitting boxers is an absolute sight. So there's that. It's not an issue since he's normally alone in the basement, any sort of surprise or involuntary shift just absolutely obliterates his clothing.
I can't really think of anymore headcanons at the moment, so I'll just go ahead and dive into the backstory and how this would affect his upbringing.
So, for one, we need to establish more ground rules before we begin. Is Thomas the only creature lurking the night or is this a normal in the universe? If it's a one off, was he born this way, or did it happen in some freak accident later in life?
Well, if he was the only one born with it then the Hewitts would have kept him safely locked away in the house his entire life, save he be burned at the stake. So he'd be much more isolated and feral than he already is and he'd probably really only be 'freed' once the Hewitts begin killing people and the town is abandoned.
If it was some freak accident he'd be much more feral and, if this is before the town all fled, he'd be locked away or burned at the stake. Notice the reoccurring theme?
So, we'll go ahead and place him in a creature universe and say he was born with it, just to give him fair fighting ground.
So, in this universe of creatures, werewolves aren't the only monsters, but they are very powerful ones. Which, unlike some people might think, would bode against Thomas rather than turn in his favor.
Due to his skin condition and feeble health from a young age, most people just assume the Hewitts took mercy in their adoption because Thomas' biological parents abandoned him in shame, even though this AU will follow the original storyline of the movie.
See, it's particularly interesting to apply this filter over the idea of the original movie, because in the original movie, Thomas is shamed and shunned because people believe him to be a monster, but in this AU, monsters are normal. Now you've got the lesser monsters viewing him as dangerous, and the other bigger monsters viewing him as something lesser.
But it's still the same principle, so honestly I don't think there'd be too many differences in his character and personality.
There's a few changes, sure, but it's things like, he hates being treated like a dog, or being called a mutt, and instead of just calling him names and treating him like a freak, they force him to wear a muzzle because 'you never know when he might snap'. Nothing that fundamentally changes his character or behaviors.
As for romantic relationships, I think it's pretty much the same sort of deal. Nothings really changed so much as there's just a few new things to consider.
Before I list a few things about this, here's a preface.
Thomas, no matter what, sort of has that 'forever mate' mentality. He doesn't believe in the sort of 'modern' dating of today. There's no brief talking period and jumping straight into a relationship until it gets serious and then dipping. It's a long, long time of a platonic relationship, and once you start 'dating'- that's it. He's in it for life. You're his one forever. So, it's not really fair to be like "oh he's a wolf he mates for life" because he already does. So I won't be really defining if there's any way to 'permanently' claim a partner in this- that's up to y'all! Decide whatever your little heart desires. I just believe his character already has the mentality for it so there's no reason to add something like that in.
Ok, onto the headcanons!
♡ He normally prefers shifting alone but he begins enjoying having you around for it, and gets a little disappointed when you can't/don't.
♡ Even in a relationship he doesn't like being treated like a dog/called a mutt, even in a joking tone. It's a big No-No.
♡ He's very clingy and possessive and prefers sleeping dog pile style (i.e. one of you on top of the other)
♡ I already believe that Thomas loves having his hair played with, but I think wolf!Thomas has a particular appreciation for when you start stretching his scalp
♡ Thomas (while he has a weaker sense of smell for a wolf) has a great sense of smell for a human, and if you come home smelling like someone else (especially another wolf) he tends to get irritable (though he tries to hide his frustration) whether it was intentional or not
♡ He growls a lot. I don't need to tell you when
♡ Ok, this last thing may sound crazy, but my parents have a dog, and after I got my cat, he realized humans think it's cute when cats purr, and so he started... grunting. Like he was trying to purr. Thomas does that too, like a deep rumble in his chest when he's really content
Anyway, that's all I have for now. Maybe I'll add more if I think of anything.
Thanks for sending in the ask! <3
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how they would kiss you. | multiple. jjk.
synopsis | how the men in jjk would kiss you.
who | nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, inumaki toge
warning | a tad bit suggestive (toji's) so minors pls dni or skip that part!, unbeta'd reading, established!relationship, gn!reader
a/n | i stumbled upon this trope list by @urfriendlywriter and just had the biggest spark to write ,,, like ever. writing this and relating the types of kisses based on my own personal headcanons ! chosen hottie for the cover is gojo ^-^
— NANAMI KENTO.
i chose goodbye kisses for him.
strikes me as the type who would pull you in for a lingering kiss every damn time before he leaves for work, a walk, grocery shopping, or just when he leaves for anything without you by his side.
as a man who prefers intimate moments with his significant other in the peace of his own home, he makes sure to make his affections known.
"y/n? i'll be leaving now." your boyfriend announces as he sets his coffee mug on the table and heads for the front door of your small home together.
you knew what he meant by that and make your way towards him from the living room, a small smile on your lips as you stare at him adoringly. a tiny smile of his own forming as your figure approaches him.
his big arms circle around your frame and pull you in, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, nose, then finally a lingering one to your lips. "i shall be home right before you know it, okay?" he mumbles against your lips, unwilling to let you go.
"mhm, i know, ken. you hate going into overtime. but please go now before you get late yourself." you scold him a bit, patting his chest as you place another kiss to his lips. "be safe out there, okay?"
"always, my love. i'll come back home to you soon."
— GOJO SATORU.
messy kisses for this one!
listen to me first !! ik this man would be an incredible kisser but in the heat of the moment?
yeah, he won't be holding back. with your hair and his all messed up with the sheets wrinkled as the make out session gets heated.
it started out a playful fight; gojo started a tickle battle between the both of you but someone ended up with him on top of you with your lips now connected with his.
your digits curl into his snow-like hair as his teeth bite into the plush area of your lips, tongue swiping against its lower brim to appease you a bit before exploring the familiar warmth of your mouth. the rustling of the sheets and your breathless whimpers replacing the boisterous laughter the two of you had just moments earlier.
your boyfriend leans back to stare at you with a cocky grin, placing a few more kisses to your lips before licking it playfully, causing you to pull against his hair. "geez baby, you could've told me you had a thing for hair pulling." he says, eyes staring at your bruised lips.
"you look so fuckin' pretty when i kiss you like that."
— GETO SUGURU.
HNG THIS MAN I SWEAR
n e wayz, he gets the type of kiss wherein you just know they're the one for you, that they're the one you can see your whole life with.
fell for you first but denied it until the moment his lips met yours after having a long fight.
now he wants nothing more than to just be with you for eternity.
sat by the kitchen island, you busied yourself with a book just to clear your mind from the fight you just had with geto. it was the first one the two of you had ever since he moved in with you after your previous roommate left.
you couldn't even remember the cause of the fight in the first place.
hearing his footsteps behind you, you sigh. "geto, please don't. i don't want to f-" your words were cut off when the seat swiveled and you were facing him, his face distraught. "geto what are you-"
you couldn't even continue as his lips landed on yours, his hands caging you in as he grips the table for support. despite being so stunned, you felt yourself slowly let go and enjoy the feeling of his brims against yours. like it was always meant to be like that.
"forgive me, y/n." geto says as soon as he breaks the kiss, looking at you with an expression mixed of guilt and relief. "i... i just needed confirmation that my feelings were true. i... i couldn't handle the fight we had and thought i was going insane for how i felt. but this confirmed that i want you in my life forever now."
"you don't have to worry, geto. i feel just the same way as you do."
— TOJI FUSHIGURO.
hehe needy kisses for this mfkin hottie.
daddiest of all the daddies.
what else can i say about this man? he fucks like a GOD.
didn't really kiss whenever he does anyone
you're the only exception though.
if his lips weren't on yours, the moans you were producing would probably be heard throughout the entire neighborhood you were living in.
toji's fingers were toying with your nipples as his lips kissed you roughly, teeth biting into your bottom lip as he groans at the sound of your whine from the pain you had just felt. it was music to his ears to hear that come from you; it was addicting on his end.
you moaned even more when you felt him teasingly grind his hard cock against you, making him smirk to himself.
"want all of this, darling? work for it then."
— MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.
baby right here gets shy kisses!
our introverted boy would be red in the ears as he feels your kiss
would slowly get addicted to it though.
but would never initiate it unless he really wanted it; still, would be very shy, probably act all nonchalant about it.
unsure of how it happened, megumi was frozen in his place. he was hyperaware of his hands resting against your hips while you lean in. his heart was beating a thousand times faster than when he would go out on crazy missions with his classmates.
he liked you for the longest time but never really did anything to make it known until yuji's loudmouth slipped it out in a conversation with you in earshot. now he's here.
the kiss was sweet and innocent, yet his heart couldn't seem to calm down.
your lips on his sent his mind into overdrive, you tasted like a mix of chocolate and strawberries, the ones the two of you ate before everything spiraled into the very moment the both of you are in right now.
once you pulled away, megumi hid his face against the crook of your neck mumbling how he liked it and how you were such a good kisser. just don't mention his red ears and flushed face.
— YUJI ITADORI.
yo fr ,,, he just soft kisses for me.
imagine a sunday afternoon with him, watching something on the tv or sitting on his lap while he plays games
and just peppers you with loving kisses from time to time
IM JUST— 🥺🥺🥺
itadori admires you so damn much. he's a clingy mf whenever you're around and would flaunt you at any given point bcs sometimes he can't believe himself how he manages to have you as his lover.
but there are also days when he just wants to have you in his arms and have you all to himself without any interruptions; like this pretty sunday afternoon where the two of you are situated on the bed, all snuggled up while he plays games and you're just watching him.
"you good there?" he asks, eyes glued to the screen as he defeats one final boss, placing a kiss to your forehead. you muster a nod, feeling the drowsiness settle in.
judging by the lack of your response, he pauses the game and looks at you with adoration evident in his eyes. yuji leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, eyes, nose, wherever his lips could land before peppering your lips with multiple kisses.
"go sleep now, y/n. i'll be here when you wake up." he says, hugging you even closer to him.
— INUMAKI TOGE.
brOOOO resonates with kisses on your body so much.
not even the sexual kind (though he does that)
with his lack of words most of the time, he would do pretty much anything else just to make his love for you known.
which includes the plethora of kisses you get from him on the daily.
"shake." inumaki says as he flops on the bed next to you, clearly exhausted from the mission he had to do with the others. you smile and open your arms for your boyfriend who's clearly excited to just melt in your embrace.
"hello to you too, handsome." you greet him, kissing his forehead which he repays with kisses of his own. placing some on your lips, jawline, neck, collarbones, even your arms and hands which caused you to chuckle.
"did you miss me that much?" you ask him, to which he nods. he looks at you with expectancy.
"okay fine i'll tell you all the gossip from work today too."
PEEPEEPOOPOO jjk men said you should reblog this !!
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would literally love anything nico rn like i’m in such a fic drought and i love your writing so much plssss nico 🥹💗
maybeeee more drunk reader or overprotective nico 🥹
A/N: You know what, how about both? And thank you so much for your sweet words! I truly appreciate your request and kindness and reading my work 🥰 Hope you like this!
Finally, find you a partner who will save you when you need it. That shit is hot.
Warnings: creepy man, reader is drunk, swearing, physical violence.
Word Count: 717
The bass of the music thumps against the heels of your black boots as you wait for a drink at the bar. You’re out in the city with your boyfriend and his teammates/significant others, blowing off some much needed steam before the grind of playoffs begins. You had made a quick stop at the bathroom before weaving your way to your place now in search of another drink.
You probably don’t need another, but your buzz feels so good you want to keep chasing it.
You make casual conversations with a guy who points out your sparkly boots. In standard, drunk girl fashion, you gush about how you got them on sale at Nordstrom Rack. He takes your friendliness as an invitation, tilting in closer to you until you feel pinned between him and the bar.
“What do you say we get out of here? You look like you could use some company tonight.” You wrinkle your nose in discomfort. Pings of danger dash down your limbs as something about his previously friendly demeanor changes. He leers at your breasts, biting his lip like you’re a snack.
“Um, no, I don’t want to.”
“I think you do.” He leans in closer until the smell of whiskey from his breath assaults your nose.
“No I really don’t.” You become more forceful with your no, raising your voice in hopes someone overhears you. The music is too loud and your tone seems to get lost in the bass.
“Come on, sweetheart. We can have a good time together. Make each other feel good.”
You lean back as he reaches for you. It’s almost not real life. It feels like you’re watching from above, knowing you need to move away, search for someone safe, but the alcohol won’t let you react fast enough. You’re about to scream in panic, when a blur moves in front of you. Someone steps between your bodies, knocking two palms into the man’s chest so he falls backwards off his stool. His back thuds hard against the wood floor, vibrating in your chest along with your rapid pulse.
“She said no.” It’s Nico. You sober up instantly, recognizing this could be bad.
“Neeks.” You call, placing your hands on his back. He ignores you.
“You are one lucky bastard.” He seethes at the man, standing over him, practically spitting. “If even one tip of your finger had touched her, you would be bleeding out on this god damn floor.” Nico’s breathing is ragged as he gulps in air between words. His European accent is thick in the air from how angry he is. The man scrambles back at the threatening look on your boyfriend’s face. Nico’s hands are squeezed into fists at his side. You press your forehead to his spine, hoping he will let this go without further confrontation.
You’re safe now with Nico; that’s what matters.
“Geez, we were just talking.” The man insists, crawling back to standing. “I didn’t touch her.”
“No, but you were going to. Even after she told you no. You’re a fucking piece of shit. Get the fuck out of here.”
“Sorry.” The man mutters as a lame parting shot. He picked the wrong woman to try and snatch. The rest of the bar slowly goes back to their drinks and conversations. Nico’s shoulders are shaking with heavy breaths as he turns back to you.
“Tell me you’re okay?” He is so soft when he touches you around your rib cage.
“Yes. I’m okay.” You run your hands up his arms, lacing your fingers around his neck to pull his lips down to yours. “I was scared.”
“I know. I saw it all. I got to you as fast as I could.” He motions to the crowded bar. Saturday night in the city makes it hard to move around. The rest of the Devils come shoving through; Jack Hughes even has his hands up ready to throw down with his captain. Nico waves them back to the table.
“Take me home.” You plead to him, burrowing your face into his chest. You shudder in relief as his arms wrap tightly around you. His mouth places delicate kisses along your hair, holding you, letting the world disappear until it’s just you and him.
“Let’s go.” He agrees, wrapping a secure, shielding arm around your shoulders and walking you both from the crowded bar.
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