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Halloween Special | Mutual Help

A part of Mutual Help series! | photo credit

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

genre: fluff

word count: 2k+

a/n: this has no plot, basically zero storyline as well but I still hope you enjoy reading this & get more insight into their friendship! this is from the time before their deal!

“Who owns this house again?”

Can it be even called that? Where you and your friends are currently at is more like a mansion. One you barely get to see in person. The rich neighborhood and fancy cars around is enough of a clue that whoever lives in this mansion is freaking rich. It's the type you only see in movies.

“Taehyung's latest fuck.” Jimin responds, looking around the huge entry hall filled with people dressed in different costumes.

“She's not the latest.” Taehyung beside you rolls his eyes at Jimin, correcting him.

“Does she know that?” you question, met with an amused grin.

“No, why would she?” Confusion curls his features. He's wearing an orange overall, an unmistaken prisoner. “She fucks around too.”

It's not like Taehyung sleeps around with the same person. Not that you know much about his sex life, despite he's not shy to talk about it at all. He prefers to do one night stands. It's easier that way, he says.

“And she still invited you and your friends?”

He shoots you a toothy grin. “I guess she couldn't get enough of this cock.”

“Ew, what the fuck!” you exclaim, scrunching your nose as you push him away from you. Taehyung barely budges, laughing at the look of disgust on your face while Jimin rolls his eyes.

Taehyung refused to put a mask on or paint on his face. “I won't be covering this handsome face.”

That's what he told you when you first saw him. His costume is not exactly creative, but he does look good. But that's because he's already handsome and could pull off anything, not just anyone has this privilege.

“I need to look hot, chicks love this kind of costume.” You remember his voice in a cab on your way here.

As for Jimin, he chose more of a flashy costume and unlike Taehyung, he didn't mind to paint his face. Considering you've painted his face, you will take full credit for how good he looks. No need to mention you've painted it based on a picture he showed you. But still! It's your hands that created this masterpiece.

Jimin isn't one of those scary clowns wearing a big curly red wig. He has stuck to his blond hair, slicked it back while wearing what seems like an ancient blouse and pants. If he wasn't your friend, you would definitely think of him as a hot creature. The few eyes and looks your friends have managed to steal says it all.

And you?

You've had the hardest time to come up with any costume. You didn't want to spend too much money on something you wear for one night. Taehyung's ideas were all… too much.

“You should be a cat woman. You know, the one from Batman.”

One of his ideas.

“Be a sexy nurse, everyone loves that.”

It's over done a lot. Every year.

Despite not caring about Halloween parties at all – because you wouldn't come if it wasn't for Jimin and Taehyung – you wanted to look good and not wear one of those cliché costumes that people wear every year. You've seen two “nurses” already and you've been here for five minutes.

“Be a police woman. We can have matching outfits.”

But then…

“No, actually let's not do that. People are gonna think we're together and I don't want to be cockblocked that night.”

It was a nice idea but coming to a party as a police woman just wasn't the one.

“Be a witch. That would go with your personality.”

He joked and earned a slap to his shoulder.

Trying to stay true to the budget, you improvised and came up with your own costume. Okay, you might've bought a dress for this but it was on sale! Overall the costume didn't cost much. You've put some fake blood onto the dress and the corner of your lips. You're supposed to look like a bride with a spooky twist. It's not exactly original either but so far, you haven't seen anyone else dressed like this. You know you could do better if you truly wanted, get more creative. But there's also a budget you tried to stick to. Plus, you've done your make-up nicely, dark but nice.

“Alright, excuse me now, my friends. I see her and I'm gonna say hi.” He brushes past you, already shooting a wide grin toward a girl you suppose lives in this mansion.

“Do you think he's gonna fuck her again?” you ask before thinking. “Actually, don't answer that.”

Jimin laughs beside you, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I wouldn't put it past him.”

“Want a drink?”

You agree, a drink sounds nice. You don't know anyone here. Taehyung and Jimin are only people you know. And considering Taehyung just totally ditched you as soon as he saw a girl he fucked, you're left with Jimin.

“You can go too.” You make sure to tell Jimin when you make your way to the kitchen. The size of it is bigger than the place you live in.

“Don't be silly,” Jimin chuckles. “We're gonna have fun together. Tae will join us for sure later.”

You don't want to think what he's going to do until then.

“Jimin, I'm not a kid. You don't have to babysit me.”

“I'm not babysitting you,” He frowns, mixing the two of you a drink before he hands you one of the plastic cups. “There are too many people. I'm not saying it's dangerous here, but leaving you alone wouldn't sit well with me.”

You do appreciate his worry. Too bad Jungkook couldn't come. Not that spending time with Jimin and Taehyung isn't fun. But you were hoping he could join you too. You've never really attended a Halloween party before. It would be so much fun if all of you could be here.

After finishing your drink and chatting for a while, you get another one and move toward the living room where the lights are turned off, swapped for some party lights. It looks like a proper party here. There are people dancing. You and Jimin find yourself laughing at some silly costumes. You saw a banana costume and someone wearing a horse mask.

You have a good time. Someone Jimin knows joins you for a moment, one of his friends whose name you unfortunately forgot. It's not your fault though, the music is loud and you felt like an idiot to ask him again.

Jimin goes to grab you another drink, telling you to not move with a warning gaze, as if you would run away. Again, you appreciate the worry.

It's not even a minute later when some guy approaches you, obviously already in a good mood and tipsy enough to think he's the hot deal. You politely tell him to fuck off, ignoring the little scoff he gives you. You didn't come here to flirt or hook up with someone. Maybe you shouldn't scare away everyone. It's not exactly everyone though. You just don't like those types of guys who–

“Boo!”

You almost jump out of your skin and curse loudly, palm slapping against your chest as you turn around and see… a Spiderman?

You frown, guard up until the person suddenly takes off the mask and reveals your best friend.

“Jungkook?”

His hair is ruffled from the mask, a bunny grin attached to his lips as he laughs at your reaction.

“What–what are you doing here?”

He said he couldn't come because he had work. A Halloween party is not something you decline the money for, you completely understood that.

“We rescheduled the shoot,” he answers.

“But–wow. Why didn't you say you were coming?”

He grins again, cheekily adding; “Wanted to surprise you.”

You haven't seen him for two weeks or so. Everyone has been busy, Jungkook the most and last weekend you were hanging out with Jimin and Taehyung, he went on a weekend away with Kiko. They had it planned for weeks. So it's nice to see him in the flesh.

“Look at you,” he beams, staring you up and down. “A bloody bride.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “It's such a shitty costume.”

“Don't say that,” he laughs, “You look amazing.”

“I should've tried to be more creative. Just so you know, I could've nailed it. I have this costume in my mind, but I wasn't about to spend a fortune on one night.”

“Smart,” he muses. “What is this costume?”

“I'm not telling you,” you cheekily remark. “But look at you,”

Jungkook eyes himself, looking up with a smile.

His costume makes sense. You've watched Spiderman movies together (all of them) so many times. It's one of your favorite superheroes, both of you Marvel fans, but it's definitely Jungkook's favorite.

The lights aren't too bright but looking at him, you can tell his costume is not one of the cheap ones. It hugs his body perfectly, showing his figure and god–it feels sinful to look from his waist down. You can't do that. He glances behind, turning his body slightly before his attention is back to you. But it's not quick enough for you to not notice his perk ass. But then… Jungkook has always been built differently. He has worked hard for those muscles.

“Stop it,” he laughs at your words, refusing to grow shy. “Behave.”

“I'm not even gonna ask how much it cost.”

“Don't,” he assures you. “Too much for one stupid night.”

You both laugh. “You had a great opportunity to show up as a bunny.”

Jungkook playfully rolls your eyes at your comment, scrunching his nose a little. “Nah. I didn't want to be cute.”

“What vibe you were going for?” you tease.

“The hot superhero, of course.”

“God, you and Tae are the same.” you comment jokingly.

“Where is he anyway? I saw Jimin from a distance.”

“Oh, most likely having his tongue in some girl's throat I guess. Or worse.”

Jungkook laughs at the disgust you show, flicking your nose softly as you pull away. “I'm not even gonna ask.”

“Don't.” you hum, causing him to laugh. “I'm still bummed out you didn't come as a bunny though. You have a face for it.”

Jungkook throws his head back in laughter, shaking his head.

“No, I didn't mean it as an insult! You would look cute as a bunny.”

“We can do that next year. You could be a carrot.”

“Oh god, I'm shutting up now.”

He nudges you, causing you to do the same.

“Kook! Hi! You came!” Jimin joins you, hugging Jungkook right after he hands you your drink.

“Wait, you knew he's gonna come?” you ask. “And you didn't tell me?”

“Kook wanted to surprise you.” Jimin shrugs.

“Yeah, wanted to surprise you.” Jungkook muses, stealing the cup from you as he sips on it.

“Hey!”

“Shush, woman.”

You gasp. Jungkook's biceps bulge as he takes another sip of your drink. “Don't you shush me, Jeon.”

Jungkook gives you an amused smirk, turning his face back to Jimin who speaks again. “Where's Kiko?”

“Oh, she's not here. She had to stay overtime at work, too tired to come here anyway.” Jungkook answers.

“Jungkook-ah!”

Taehyung comes like a hurricane, bumping into a few people as they give him a dirty look, some of them changing their expression right after they spot him. You want to roll your eyes again.

“Let me guess, you knew too.”

“Knew what?” Taehyung asks, confused.

“He didn't.”

“Knew what?” Taehyung asks louder this time.

“That Kook is gonna come tonight.”

“Wait, you knew he's gonna come?”

“Yeah,” Jimin shrugs, “You have a big mouth. You would ruin the surprise.”

Taehyung gasps, “You guys act like it's a big secret.”

“It's not,” Jungkook laughs. “But we didn't want to take any chances.”

“Yah!” Taehyung exclaims. “Let's get drunk.” he adds more calmly.

All of you laugh, making your way to the kitchen. For the rest of the night, you hang out with your friends, savoring the moments. Even when Jimin throws up in front of the mansion in some fancy cut out bush, while Taehyung records him. You shake your head, but not be able to hide your own giggles. Jungkook does the same, holding up Jimin so he doesn't fall into the bush.

It's one of the many memories of tonight that joins the other ones you got to spend and experience with your precious friends.

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Patience is Virtue Pt. 2

Warnings: stalker Rafe, finger action in a car

Part Three

It’s been two days since she told me she had a child and fled. I stood on her doorstep for another ten minutes before I followed her to see for myself.

I watched from a far as she went to Scooter’s widows house and picked up an infant. Not just a kid. An infant. In a fucking carrier and everything.

For a moment I’m defeated. This changed things. But as I watch her load up her child and drive back to her apartment, I realize there’s nothing stopping me. I’m in. She could have ten kids and severe debt and buck teeth. I didn’t care.

If anything I had more to gain now.

A family.

Which brought up the sudden thought of the child’s father. Where was he and how do I keep him out of the picture? I’m suddenly thrown into a fantasy of her swollen and pregnant with my child. I’ve heard pregnant pussy is the best pussy and now my dick is painfully hard. Blue balls were a pain in the ass, even worse when you’re driving.

I can’t stay away now. So like a creep, I wait until it’s well after midnight and the lights are all off before I climb up the sketchy fire escape. There’s nothing more than a sheer curtain over her bedroom window and I can see right in. There’s a crib up against one wall next to her dresser and a mattress and box spring against the other wall.

The urge to steal them both away and give them everything is strong. She deserved better. Suddenly there’s a wail like nothing I’ve ever heard before and she bolts upright in bed then throws the blanket off as she goes to the crib. Her ass is covered in nothing but a tiny pair of panties and an oversized shirt hangs off her shoulders. I palm my cock through my jeans, willing the fucker to go down for a second.

I watch as she tugs the shirt down and shoves her nipple into the banshees mouth. I’m mesmerized by the act. And jealous. Now I want those nipples in my mouth and to know what she tastes like.

I pull my cock out, the pain too much to bare. She tugs her shirt off like she’s hot, leaving herself in nothing but her panties and I nut in less than five strokes. Like a horny fucking teenager who just got to second base. But fuck did it feel good. So good I almost groaned out loud, giving myself away.

I can’t look away even after wiping off my hand, although most of my cum went between the metal grates, and tucking myself away. My dick was still hard and I was still enchanted by her. It was beyond beautiful seeing her as a mother.

I had to have her. I didn’t care how or why or when but I would. I needed to find out if she was on any birth control. Where the kids father was. Then get her pregnant with my spawn as soon as possible. And keep her that way. I wanted a fucking football team of her babies.

She’d be mine. One way or another.

The next day I get cornered by Kelce over my sudden disappearance all the time. He’s worse than a high school kid over drama. I wish the fucker had a hobby or a life outside of intruding on mine and bumming coke off me. The only reason I keep him around is because of his family ties and he’s handy in a fight. Other than that, I’m not sure where his loyalties lie.

"Dude, you've been distant for weeks. Where the fuck have you been? You never respond in the group chat. You’re never home." Kelce presses, following me down the stairs and into the kitchen. Maybe I could trip him and get away with it.

"Some of us work, Kelce." I snap. Breakfast is laid out on the counter but I don't eat anything. I needed to save my stomach for the diner when I see her but Kelce dives right in like the mooch he is. His plate is piled high as he sits down and I know this is my only chance to leave without being followed. Food and pussy is all he cares about.

"You don't work. It's a chick isn't it? You getting some pussy, Rafe?" Just hearing Kelce talk about her sets my teeth on edge. I'd rather knock his teeth down his throat.

"No, it’s your mom. Now fuck off." Kelce glares at me with his mouth full of food but I ignore him as I turn around and walk out. I was going to have to start driving a different car. One less noticeable because Kelce will no doubt try to find out whatever I'm up to. Ward and Rose are in the Bahamas again so I take her car. No one gives a shit about a plain sedan.

Thirty minutes later, I show up at the diner. The door chimes as I walk in and her head jerks up from across the room to look at me. I smile and she blushes. I take that as a good sign so I sit in my usual spot and wait for her while I glance over the menu that I already have memorized.

I smell her perfume before I see her although my body is so drawn to hers that I can feel her approach. She steps behind the counter and turns in a ticket before grabbing a mug and filling it up, adding my cream and sugar for me before sitting it in front of me with a nervous smile.

"Hi."

"Hi, doll." I sip my awful coffee as her cheeks pink up. Now that she's directly in front of me, I can see the exhaustion written on her face. Her lids are heavy but she maintains a smile. Another customer walks in and I mentally roll my eyes as she scurries off to help them.

When she comes back around to me, I’m fighting the urge to bend her over the fucking counter and bury my cock in her until she cries.

“What’s wrong, Rafe?” She asks, eyes wide and frantic. I must look like an animal right now.

“You need to take a break. Right now.” My voice is barely more than a growl but honestly I don’t care if I’m scaring her. She cocks her head for a moment before locking eyes with another waitress and giving her a nod.

“I’ll meet you out back?” She says, backing away slowly and disappearing through the staff door. I pull the car around back and park so I’m facing away from the building. She gets in, looking incredibly frightened but I don’t have it in me to care as I grasp the back of her neck and smash our lips together.

If she’s startled, she doesnt act like it because her hands immediately tangle in my hair and she’s up on her knees in the seat to get to me. My tongue dominates her mouth just as much as hers does mine. Teeth clank together. Lips are bitten. I’m all but consuming her through her mouth when she finally pulls her lips away, gasping.

Her eyes are watering and those perfect lips quiver like she’s about to cry.

“You came.” She whimpers, tears spilling and stealing the air from my lungs. I’d kill for her.

“Why wouldn’t I? You think a baby would keep me away?” Her eyes narrow for a second at my slip up. She never said it was a baby. Just that she had a kid.

“I saw the base in your car. I just assumed.” I add, seeing her visibly relax so I tuck some stray hairs behind her ear and cup her face.

“Rafe, this is so new. So sudden. I can’t seem to fight it though. I feel so drawn to you. Like you see me when no one else does.” I kiss her again, ready to fuck her for the first time in this car.

“I only have ten more minutes.” She whispers against my lips. I take that as my green light to plunge my hand between her parted thighs and up her skirt. Her panties are soaked. I barely brush over her clit and she’s moaning loudly, bucking her hips.

“When was the last time you were touched?” I growl, tugging her panties to the side and cupping her pussy in my palm.

“When I got pregnant.” She pants, grinding herself against my hand. I growl low and long. I needed to claim her. Mark her. Own her. Impregnate her. But we didn’t have time right now.

“I’m going to fuck you eventually. Long and slow then fast and hard. I’ll make sure you scream and cry my name every single time you cum and you’ll soak my cock and my sheets. No one else gets to touch you or look at you the way I do. You’re mine.” I plunge two fingers inside her and she cums instantly, fisting my shirt in her tiny hands while her face pinches up in ecstasy. It’s my new favorite thing.

“That’s it. My dirty girl. Letting me finger your tight little pussy on break.” She’s not finished her first climax before she’s thrown into another, her cries growing more high pitched until my ears ring.

I love it.

She gushes all over my fingers. Her cheeks are flushed, his lips wet and parted, her eyes squeezed shut in bliss. All from me.

When her eyes finally open, all dazed and droopy, I finally withdraw my fingers and don’t break eye contact as I suck them clean in my mouth. She shudders.

“Can w-we meet again after my shift? I feel like we should talk.” She murmurs, sitting back in her seat as she fights to catch her breath.

“Absolutely. But just so you know, I’m not going anywhere.”

Even if she wanted me too. There was no way I could let her go now that I’d tasted her.

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 17 days

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what’s each greasers reaction when Johnny low key starts hooking up with a really hot f!greaser? She turns out to be chill btw (I will bombard you with these)

OH SO YOURE TALKING ABOUT ME jkjkk I’m nonbinary but yes I would happily fulfill this

Ponyboy Curtis

-honestly kinda shocked

-pretty much just happy for Johnny

-but is like damn how’d you even get the guts to talk to her

-doesn’t like you at first because he feels like you take up too much of Johnnys time

-but once he gets to know you he likes you a lot and you three hang out and have lots of fun

-ponyboys a bit younger and he asks you for advice on how to get his own girl/talk to them

Sodapop Curtis

-he’s super hyped for Johnny

-he warns him to be careful though, especially after his experience with Sandy/greaser girls in general

-he ships so hard

-he gives Johnny genuinely good advice

-he’s a romantic and knows how to be a good boyfriend/fwb partner

Darry Curtis

-doesn’t like you one bit

-not at all

-he doesn’t trust you and think you’ll break Johnnys heart

-he is prepared to push you across the room if that happens Ponyboy style 💀😭💅 (sorry I couldn’t resist)

-even if it’s only just hooking up

-after a while, he sees that you do really like and care for Johnny and supports you two

-teases in a friendly way, like a father

Dallas Winston

-first in the gang to know because yes he was johnnys wingman

-he was how Johnny got guts to even talk to her

-he did give him a short lecture on girls before tho

-“you can let them get to you, man”

“just don’t let her break your heart, okay Johnny?”

-he’s proud of Johnny, feels like the student is becoming the master

-“I knew you could do it, scoring a hot chick like y/n.”

-totally teases Johnny though

-like relentlessly

-will steal stuff for Johnny to give to you

Two Bit

-he also will shoplift things for Johnny to gift to you

-RELENTLESS TEASER

-probably accidentally walked in on yall- uh-

-and then told the whole gang later and made several jokes about it

-honestly impressed Johnny pulled you

-SO MUCH TEASING ITS TWOBIT WHATD YOU EXPECT

-but yeah he’s happy for Johnny but will tease him until he dies about it

-Johnnys face definitely gets all red when he brings that up

“C’mon, two, cut it out. You’re traumatizing the poor thing.” You’d say with a smirk while secretly (obviously) enjoying it

Steve Randle

-doesn’t trust you either

-pretty cold towards you at first

-but then when he gets to know thinks you’re actually pretty cool

-invites you to fix cars with them then gives you “the talk 💀💅”

-“listen, you break Johnnys heart, I’ll break your neck”

-you slowly nod, and hit your head on the car

-yall both start laughing and actually have a really good relationship over time

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #outsiders curtis #the outsiders headcanons #Johnny Cade #ponyboy Curtis #sodapop Curtis #Steve Randle #two bit mathews #dally Winston #Dallas Winston #Darry Curtis #hcs #the outsiders hcs

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f10werfae · 2 years

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A Week in the life of THE EVANS

Pairing: Husband! Chris Evans × Gothic! Reader

Word count: 1,729

Summary: Y/n and Chris show off their new marriage, the only way they know how, via youtube

Warnings: none

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Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Hi babies, this week is a very special week, because I know you guys have been very excited for this!” I smiled holding up my vlogging camera, my jet black hair and visible piercings shining in the light.

“So as you know, Chris and I just got married a few months ago, and there have been soooooo many comments asking about the differences in our aesthetics and how we make it work”

Walking over to Chris who was sitting on our bed, I put my cheek to his as I squeezed him tightly squealing in the process. His arms going around my waist to catch me.

“Chris and I are going to show you part of our week, well just the interesting parts anyway, SO STAY TUNED BABIES!!” With Chris and I both waving into the camera, I shut it off, feeling Chris relax and pull me closer so I was on his lap.

(DAY 1 - HUSBAND PICKS MY CLOTHES?!)

“Hey guys so today, i’m on the way to the mall to go see Chris because he said something urgent came up” I said to the camera as I walked to the mall after locking my car, obviously getting strange looks from randomers around me.

“Now where is this hunk of a man… AH THERE HE IS” I flipped the camera to show Chris standing by a clothes shop, waving frantically at me in his stupid disguise of a hat and sunglasses.

“Awk isn’t he just adorable?” I pouted, walking over to him, the camera on my face.

“Hey baby, what’d you need me for” Chris' arms pulled me in for a hug, his lips going to their usual place on my temple.

“Well, I found some of these clothes, thought they’d look nice on ya”

He said excitedly, bringing me to the back of the store, collecting the garments he had hidden behind other clothes.

“You’re such a sneak baby, hiding those clothes for me?”

“Of course, can’t let anyone steal 'em off ya”

“Okay hold on to the camera while I go try these on ok?”

“Gotcha” With a quick kiss, Chris had now turned into the vlogger, the camera at a weird angle as he figured out how to flip the camera

“Ah there we go, now you can see me”

Trying on the first black mini tennis skirt, it already had a thick built in belt which had a buckle, the thick denim fitting snug around my waist accentuating my body's curves.

“Alright you ready hun?” I asked through the changin room curtains

“As ready as I’ll ever be”

Stepping out of the changing room, I did a half twirl to show him the back of the skirt, his jaw dropping as the camera dropped to his side.

“Now you are one hot chick”

“CHRIS!”

“Am not lyin babe, those would look great with the boots I got you from Dollskill”

“You are so right”

“Bend over though, let me see if it’s too short” He smirked at me

“You are such an ass, don’t forget we’re still filming by the way hun”

Comments:

Chrisevansleftboob: Get yourself a man that SHOPS FOR YOU 😭😭

Marvelgal681: How can I have such a big crush on two people

Y/nsteponme: NAH BECAUSE THAT COULDA BEEN ME!!

Captaingothchick: Are we all thinkin the same thing as to how the video ended 😃😏

(DAY 2- OUR EXPERIENCE WITH PIERCINGS)

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Hey guys Chris Evans here, now I am so thankful for such an amazing outcome for Y/n's first vlog with us. So today I wanted to be in charge, so come with me as we go annoy Y/n”

Walking towards the bathroom, I saw my gorgeous wife, adorning a black tank top and the black mini skirt from yesterday. It was taking me everything in my system to not lay a hand on that ass, my gosh.

“Chris are you filming?” Y/n asked looking at me in the camera, one soapy eye open as she was taking off her makeup.

“Yes bub, thought I’d film our routine that we do every first Tuesday of the month”

“hmm alright, do you wanna get the saline solution out”

Once I set the camera up on the tripod, I walked to our drawers and pulled out the saline solution and tissues, laying them out nicely on the counter.

“Okay baby, you ready” I asked looking down as I stood behind her, my hands settled on her waist.

“Mhm, you know what ones to do right?”

“Yes ma'am”

Turning her towards me, I lifted her tank top up to her breast, revealing her white belly button piercing.

Getting down onto my knees, I kissed her stomach softly, before unscrewing the ball and removing the bar; putting it onto the widespread tissue.

“1 Down, lots to go” I whispered to myself

Standing up to face her again, she smiled up at me adorably, my next point of action was her nose ring. Kissing her nose cutely, I manoeuvred the ring out and took the stud out that was on the other side.

“Ok hair up baby” After she had pulled her hair into a makeshift ponytail, I skilfully removed her industrial, helix and earlobe piercings. As the sound of metal clanking filled the room along with my random kisses

I just can’t control myself when it comes to her.

“Alright guys, that’s all we can show on camera, but her nipples and Christina are next on the list”

“CHRIS YOU CANT SAY THAT”

With a wink I shut off the camera, already seeing my wife revealing her breasts to me to take out her bars.

“Hell I love you” I growled pulling her in

Comments:

Rabbit991: YALL THE CHRISTINA PIERCING IS LIT A PIERCING ON HER COOCHIE? I KNEW THIS COUPLE WAS SPICY AS HELL

Y/nfangirl: Okay but where did she find a guy that is willingly to do stuff like this?

ScottyEvans: You guys gross me out, KEEP IT TO THE BEDROOM COME ON😝

-> Y/nEvans: Dont worry dear brother, we did eventually 🦇

——> Marvelgal681: IM CHOKING RIGHT NOW

(DAY 3- ALL TATTED UP)

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Hey my babies, today i’m at my friend Stacy's tattoo parlour because newsflash i’m getting a new tat”

“ what about this one?” Chris said off to the side, he was helping me choose the design

“Actually baby, I was hoping you’d design my tat”

“WAIT WHAT” Chris said now appearing in frame, his face paralysed in shock.

“Yeah here’s the drawing pad, just get to it man” Stacy smiles handing over her pad and pen, Chris' shaking hands taking them in

“Ok but the catch is bub, I don’t see it until it’s done” I smiled devilishly, his mouth dropping even further.

“I can’t believe this, i didn’t know this marriage would be so short lived” Chris chuckled turning his back to me as her started scribbling, deciding to leave him to it I just started updating the camera on my future streaming and video schedules

(A Few hours later)

“Ok bub i’m ready to see it”

“Listen before we do this, know that I love you very much and there’s a reason that I didn’t go to art school” Chris said nuzzling his head into my neck, careful to avoid the new tat on my ribcage directly underneath my breast

“i’ll love it either way hun, believe me” Cupping his face in my hands I kissed his nose before turning to the side.

Chris' hands went to pull the bandage off and once I saw what had been put on me, I just burst into tears

“Wait are you crying, baby i’m so sorry it was stupid i know” Chris rushed out, pulling my head to his chest as I let out tiny cries.

“I l-love it” I sniffled peering up at him, knowing damn well my eyeliner was probably halfway down my face.

The tattoo was the perfect size, a tiny cartoon version of dodger in a ghost costume.

Comments:

Monkeynuts26: Ok but that tattoo is actually amazing, looks like he can draw

Evansfam123: I SWEAR DODGER IS LIKE THEIR SON ITS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART 😭

Jessicaburns_: Ok maybe I can let go of my crush for chris evans. JUST FOR HER

tigerstrip: NO BUT IMAGINE HOW THEIR BABY ROOM WOULD TURN OUT AND THE BABYS CLOTHES

—-> Y/nlovesbats: I NEED TO SEE THAT ASAP

(DAY 4- DYE OR DIE)

“Hey babies, today i’m dying my hair to a cotton candy pin-“

“Hey I thought I was doing it” Chris pouted, already mixing the chemicals behind me, blue latex gloves struggling to hold themselves together around his hands.

“Yes baby you are don’t worry” I reassured tilting my head back, tapping my fingers lightly on the bathroom counter

“Okay get your towel around you honey, and let me get into the zone”

“You do know what you’re doing hub right?”

“Of course baby, did you not see how I cut Scott's hair last time?” He said acting offended

“Sorry sorry, I love you” I sneaked out watching as cheeses out a smile but still trying to hold together his poker face.

“oo thats cold” I shivered, the first slap of dye being combed and brushed through my hair, at the sound of my complaint, Chris' free warm hand instantly rubbed up and down comfortingly creating heat.

“Ok now that i’ve covered your hair in it, how long do we wait?”

“I’ll jus let you know baby, I know you’re DYING to get back to your football” Laughing out from my pun, I stood up to press a hot kiss to his lips only to hear him groan when he realised some of the dye had transformed to him

“You’re lucky I love your sweet ass”

Comments:

Buckyforme: DID NO ONE ELSE PEEP THE PREGNANCY TEST BOX IN THE TRASH? DO WE HAVE AN EVANS BABY?

-> Diamondssky: YOO I WAS THINKING THAT TOO, IT SEEMS PRETTY RECENT SINCE ITS AT THE TOP

Evansfam123: Ok but get you someone that looks at you the way they look at each other, they’re for real soulmates

Feverrush: anyone else remember when Chris turned up to Kimmel with painted nail extensions BECAUSE HE LET Y/N PRACTICE ON HIS ASS

Tubbishlove: Ok but that pregnancy test is STARING AT US IN THE EYES

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #romance #chris evans #chris evans oneshot

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unadulterated-syd · 1 year

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I love Eric v much so here's a little piece from the New Year's Eve ep.

@oceanblueeyesoul , hope you don't mind the tag but you seemed glad to read for him !

gender neutral reader :)

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You sighed, sitting on corey's bed as you once again watched Eric clumsily prepare for a date.

"Y/n, you don't get it this is the Rebecca-Alexa. The real life model !"

"I heard you the first time, Eric."

He continued dashing around the room, throwing a tie on excitedly. You were nose deep in a study book, when it finally hit him you weren't ready.

" Don't you have a super awesome kiss, obviously not as great as mine—" He smirked, fantasizing about his night.

"Not particularly, no."

"C'mon y/n! You can third wheel me, find someone super hot to make out with at the party."

You sighed, agreeing in the hopes said Rebecca-Alexa would dump him. You'd had a crush on Eric since forever— being Shawn's older sibling you'd known him and Corey since forever.

After awhile a crush developed into love, and now here you were on new years eve— watching your best friend get prepared to go out with a hot chick.

"Don't tell me you're studying all night, you've got too much brain."

You looked up from your book, shutting it, "Yes of course, I just wear dress clothes every night I plan to study."

"Oh, I never noticed that—"

"I'm being sarcastic Eric, I'm tagging along, date-free however."

He gave you an odd look, but ended up smiling, glad to have his best friend around— so he wouldn't have to re-explain the quote on quote "best kiss" of his life.

You finally got up from Corey's bed, hearing Amy and Alan calling after you both. Eric looked at you, extending his arm nervously, you hooked your arm in his.

"Shall we?"

"We shall." He responded, "Does my hair look good? Is this good?"

"You look great, shut your brain off, Matthews."

You two walked downstairs— him going straight to his parents asking for advice on his outfit. The family went through their normal good-lucks on the night, whilst Eric and his new date pulled you along.

The worst part was how kind she was— it ruined the whole tag along to steal her date thing. It made it even worse that his intentions were never to be a good date.

And on top of it all, the car broke down, Cory ruined the taxi ride, and everyone took the subway idea far too serious.

Here you were, watching it all go down— Cory revealed Eric's secret, Eric's date got off, and now the whole car was partying while he sat by you and watched.

"So much for that big kiss, huh Matthews?"

"Rebecca-Alexa.."

"You were leading her on, you kind of deserved it."

"No mid-night kiss.."

"Eric are you serious."

"No totally hot model.."

You smacked the back of his head, which he quickly grabbed. "Ouchie, ouchie, what was that for!"

He looked at you, taking note of the empty spot on the other side of you— also no hot date to kiss at midnight. "Oh. Right.."

You sighed, standing up, and offering your hand, "Midnight's in roughly a minute." He took your hand, standing up, "And?"

"And, I'm not a totally hot model, but I'm here and also without a date."

"You want me to kiss you?"

"I want you to want to kiss me."

"What?"

5. "Do you want to kiss me?"

4. "Is this a trick?"

3. "No, I've liked you since.. like forever, doofus."

2. "Doofus? I am NOT a doofus."

1. "Shut up and kiss me."

Everyone counted down around you, and he did. Of course the two of you timed it off, and as the ball dropped you'd both already parted.

"I'm sure I wasn't jaw dropping, but I wanted to kiss you, she definitely didn't."

"Not jaw dropping, I think you better re-think that.." He nodded his head— you kept your arms around his neck, looking behind you too see Corey, Shawn, and Topanga staring wide eyed.

"Did you just—"

"My sibling?!"

"I think they're cute." Topanga shrugged, shooing them off.

#boy meets world #eric matthews

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iiingenious · 2 years

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Fura pauses mid sip as she hears about what happened to the elder Mr. Drake, setting her beer can down on the table while she listens to the rest of it. “Shit, sorry for bringing up something so rough, Tim. I mean, my opinion of Bruce there just jumped another few points, but still. My dad died too, but it’s kind of a long story... plus, it’s a little my fault.” She leans back on the couch, smoothing her hair back after it had fallen on her face. “Adriana drags me out of the house one night, telling me about some application we can fill out for an archaeology internship. You remember how she was always so into digging stuff up... Anyway, turns out the place that she has us go... it’s less an application and more “Your sister filled out your application, we’re heading out on a dig.” So that’s interesting. Anyway, I’m 18, so I just call my dad and then we head out. He blows up my phone, natch, but I’m already like two states away on a dig, not much he can do... until our dig is raided by a bunch of idiots.

“We go to the police, the idiots get a slap on the wrist because, get this, the gang leader is the sheriff’s brother, and we get squat for our wrecked archaeological dig. I get back, my dad freaks right the hell out, and basically puts me under house arrest. Never mind the fact that I figured all this shit,” she says, referring to her new curves and body, “out while on that trip, so he keeps calling me Bradley which is super not cool. One day, I just can’t take it anymore, I steal the second car and drive to a club where I can go be myself. As I’m going home, I spot my dad’s car wrecked into a street lamp. Heart attack, he was dead before he hit it, but it still was a lot to take in. Anyway, after that, and getting blindsided by all these death fees, I’m now the kickass pirate chick you see before you!” She grins, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Honestly, right now I’m working for a business that’s trying to fix all the dark money in politics, and Adriana has actually gone deeper into archaeology, lot of stuff about civilizations rising and falling. She can talk your ear off if you let her. She says knowing how civs get started will help us figure out how to stop ours from collapsing... which it is.” Fura finishes off her beer, immediately cracking another one and taking a sip before diving into a hot dog. She maintains eye contact with Tim as she fits half the hot dog and bun into her mouth before taking a bite.

Throughout the whole story, Tim has to wonder if Fura remembered that his own parents were in the field of Archeology as well, in fact, a similar case where their dig was raided was how he ended up losing his mom. "I-- wow, that's a lot to take in, but I'm glad to hear that Adriana is doing good-" Tim was left to wonder that if he got to spend more time with his dad, maybe he would be in archeology as well.

"Glad you found something that suits you as well- you were always a little difficult to dial in on." Tim takes the break in conversation as a moment to sip at his own beer. The spread of food she had set up just looked to be a lot of bar food, so he opted to snack on a handful of fries for the time being.

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pilothusband · 3 years

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All Hail The King

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Alcohol, oral sex, p in v sex, praise kink. I’m a horny bitch, okay? This is purely indulgent.

Word count: 5k

Author’s note: Special thanks to @wyn-dixie for reading this over before I posted it and for enabling this filth. ❤️ This idea entered my brain randomly and I had to write it out. Please let me know what you think! I want your feedback. If I had Photoshop I would have made an edit of Frankie with a crown for this but I don’t have it so here’s this gif instead.

The bar is humming with activity, but the table you’re nestled at in the back provides enough shelter to allow you all to converse without having to yell at each other.

You’ve been nursing a glass of water for a while now, since you’re the designated driver this week. It doesn’t bother you, though— you’re just happy to be out with your friends.

Every once in a while you steal a glance over at Frankie, who’s sitting diagonally across the table, next to Santiago who is directly across from you. Benny is to your left, his large body crowding you into the wall, and his brother Will is at the head of the table.

“Hey Fish,” Benny claps a hand on his shoulder. The force of his hand jostles Frankie’s solid body backwards a little, but to his credit he doesn’t flinch. “How are things with that girl you were seeing? Jennessa? Jennifer?”

You take a sip of your water and look down at the table to mask your interest at the sudden change in conversation.

“Jessica,” Frankie clears his throat. “They aren’t. We didn’t have much in common so she broke it off after a few dates.”

Queue the internal cheering. Jessica was a bit of a wet mop, to be honest. She never had anything to say when Frankie brought her around and she would scoff at everything that was slightly unsavory in her eyes. Deep down, you had to come to terms with the jealous twinge you felt in your gut every time she would squeeze Frankie’s shoulder affectionately, her immaculately manicured nails pressed harshly into his jacket.

“I’m sorry, Fish,” Benny said, slinging his arm around the man, the clumsy movement knocking his hat slightly askew. “Her loss, brother.”

“Here here,” Santi agrees, raising his bottle in the air. “To the king!”

Benny cheers clinks his bottle against Santiago’s echoing his sentiment. Will huffs out a laugh and Frankie groans, hiding his face in his hands.

You gape at the two men in question, but they just giggle like a couple of school girls.

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty,” you say, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. You look over at Frankie as he takes an impatient sip from his drink.

Benny just about spits out a mouthful of beer onto the table.

“Shut the fuck up, guys.” Frankie warns his friends. “Seriously.” Santi and Benny give him an innocent look. Will focuses his gaze on the bottle he’s holding, picking at the paper label, damp and curling at the edges from condensation .

Santiago leans towards you, his breath hot in your ear.

“We call him the pussy eating king.”

You thank the powers above you weren’t mid-sip, because the choked sound that emits from your throat was both involuntary and sudden. Heat blossoms in your stomach and your thighs clench together as you make eye contact with Frankie. He looks away nervously, embarrassed even.

“So was this a self coronation or..” You trail off, grinning at the flush on Frankie’s cheeks.

“It was that really talkative chick he was seeing for a while,” Benny says, turning to you. “Brianna?”

“Brenda,” Frankie sighs.

“So Brenda crowned you the pussy eating king?” You ask Frankie, who still refuses to meet your eyes.

He grumbles in response, waving off the subject.

“Yeah, she went on about it in detail for the whole night one time. I think you were away for a work trip or something” Santiago is absolutely smirking, loving the way Frankie is physically shrinking under the group’s attention. “Come on Fish, don’t be so modest. You’re a beast in the sack, it’s a good thing!”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You remember why you weren’t there. It was because you couldn’t stand seeing Frankie so happy with another woman, so you feigned sick.

“Well, I can see why things with Brenda didn’t last,” you respond, knowing Frankie was kind of a private guy. “But hey, at least she can tell all her friends she got the royal treatment while it lasted.”

Benny, Santiago and even Will all roar with laughter, fists banging raucously on the table. Frankie huffs out an embarrassed laugh, despite himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” he takes a swig of his beer, emptying it. “I need another drink.”

“Hey Ben, what time is your fight next week again?” Will calls over to his brother. You’re grateful for the change of subject. Frankie’s had enough torture for one night and you aren’t sure how many more details about Frankie’s sexual prowess your nether regions can take.

Benny turns towards Will to talk about his upcoming match and you take a sip from your glass to try to hide how flustered you’re feeling. Did this bar get hot all of a sudden?

The glass lands back down with a dull thump and you look up to find Santiago studying you, his eyebrow raised.

“What?” You don’t mean to sound aggressive, but his gaze is unnerving, as if he’s trying to suss out something you’re hiding.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He smirks and tips up his beer, taking a long gulp. You roll your eyes at him and look down to pick at your nails.

A few moments later, Frankie returns with a fresh beer and you can feel Santiago turning his face in your direction again to read your body language. You school your reaction, fingers digging painfully into your pint glass. Sometimes Pope is too fucking nosy for his own good.

He must lose interest after a moment though, because he turns his attention back to Benny, who’s still talking about his upcoming fight.

The topic doesn’t come up again, thankfully, and you’ve dropped all the boys off at their separate destinations, save for Frankie, who lives the closest to you.

The car ride alone with him isn’t as tense as you were expecting, since his tongue has been loosened with the fair amount of alcohol he’s had tonight. You both chat easily about the upcoming week and how much you’re dreading going back to work on Monday.

You can’t resist one smart remark though, as you pull up to Frankie’s house.

“Your castle awaits, my liege,” you quip, trying and failing to hide your amused smile as you look over at him.

Frankie throws his head back and laughs freely, opening the car door with a wink.

“Goodnight, my queen,” he bows exaggeratedly before shutting the car door.

The butterflies don’t tamp down until you’re securely inside your own apartment, locking the door behind you.

That night was a month ago, which means it’s been a whole fucking month since your brain flew the coop. Every time Frankie does just about anything with his mouth, everything else around you ceases to exist.

Take last Thursday, for example. Frankie dropped by after work to help you change your porch light, since the fixture is too heavy and the light is too high up to easily reach.

He steps up the ladder with ease, unscrewing the fixture and holding it with his left hand. He puts the screwdriver in his mouth so he can hold onto the ladder as he gingerly hands you the fixture. You grab onto it and hand him the replacement bulb so he can swap them out.

He gets the lightbulb in and gestures towards you to hand the fixture back, which he screws back in before stepping down.

“Blegh,” he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, an action that has your last two brain cells screeching to a halt. “Screwdrivers taste awful.”

His statement is cute, self-deprecating, and you try to respond appropriately but all you can do is gape at him like a fish out of water.

‘Get your shit together, he’s wiping off the taste of rust, not your pussy,’ you try to mentally shake yourself out of your stupor, but it does no good.

He turns back towards his toolbox to drop the screwdriver in and close the lid.

“All set,” he says, dusting off his jeans. He sounds a little uneasy, probably because you’re acting like a complete weirdo.

“Thank you so much, Frankie. I really appreciate it.” You find your manners and pull him in for a hug, secretly reveling in how good he smells.

“Any time,” he tells you as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes softly.

Before he pulls away you make a spur of the moment decision, and reach up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He’s so impossibly warm and so inviting, you can feel your heart flutter in your chest. The sparse hairs on his face tickle your chin.

Frankie clears his throat and ducks his head down, mumbling a hurried goodbye before he heads back to his truck, toolbox in hand. You don’t miss the way his lips are turned up and the crows feet make an appearance in the corner of his eyes, nor do you miss the brilliant flush that spreads over his face and down his neck.

It’s Saturday now and your torment knows no end. You decide you’re too tired to go out and opt to invite the guys over for a movie night, to which they all agree.

You decide you’ll just have to look away every time Frankie takes a sip of a drink, or eats a handful of popcorn. Or God forbid, if he licks his lips.

The group chat has been a nightmare, with everyone trying to come up with a movie to watch. Benny wants to watch The Expendables, Will mentioned something about wanting to see Dunkirk for ages now and Santi is playing devil’s advocate, disagreeing with all of their choices but not coming up with one of his own.

Frankie has been quiet in the chat, besides initially agreeing to come over initially.

It’s 9:00 PM, you have a 30 rack of beers in the fridge and some popcorn set out for everyone. All you have to do now is wait for the guys to arrive. Your phone chimes with a notification from Benny.

Benny and the Jets 🥊: Sorry lady, I got called in for a last minute practice. Raincheck?

Ironhead 🦸🏼: I gotta duck out too. The lady wants to have a date night. Sorry!

You type out a reply to them, a little disappointed but bidding them a good night all the same.

A knock sounds on the door and you rush over to answer it. The door swings open to reveal Frankie, wearing the softest looking navy blue hoodie you’ve ever seen, along with his Standard Oil cap. He looks as unsure as ever, holding a bottle of red wine.

You chirp an over-enthusiastic greeting, internally cringe at it, and step aside to welcome him in.

“I know you like red wine, so I got some for you on the way here. I hope it’s the kind you like.”

You accept the wine and look at the label. It’s a California Zinfandel. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite wine.

“I love it, thank you so much.” You pull him into a hug, nuzzling into the soft material of his sweatshirt. He returns the hug just as enthusiastically, pulling away to kiss your forehead.

“Is Santiago on his way?” You ask, padding into the kitchen to grab a glass from your cabinet. “Do you want a glass? Or I have some beer if you’d prefer.”

“Beer is perfect, thanks,” he says a little breathily as he looks over at you. “Santiago said something came up and that he’s sorry.”

Something feels a little fishy with the three of them ducking out all at the same time, but you don’t mention it as you hand him a beer and search through your drawer for a bottle opener. A few minutes later, you’re both set up on the couch and are scrolling through Netflix for a movie.

“I have no idea what to watch. Do you?”

“Want to watch Civil War? I know the guys will bitch we’re continuing the rewatch without them but they can deal.”

You tip your head back and laugh, navigating over to your Disney+ app.

Frankie takes off his hat and sets it aside while you spread a blanket over your laps, braving a chance to scoot closer to him. He takes the hint and wraps his arm behind your shoulders, nestling you closer to his chest. You settle in and try to pay attention to the movie, despite the wild fluttering that is taking place in your stomach.

Frankie shifts uncomfortably and winces a little. You can tell he’s trying to hide it, but little does he know you’ve been watching every single movement he makes like a hawk. Or a nervous lap dog.

“Does your back hurt? I can move,�� you start to get up but Frankie grabs onto your wrist and pulls you back in.

“No, stay. I just need to find a comfortable position.”

You make a soft noise of surprise when he lifts you up and pulls you towards him, settling back so he’s spread out on the couch. You’re settled on top of him, your legs stretched out over his with your back to the cushion, half draped over his torso.

This position has your heart thumping hard in your chest. His face was just a few inches from yours. All he’d have to do is tilt his face towards yours, and you’d be practically kissing.

Focusing on the movie is harder than ever. Your left hand rests on Frankie’s chest and your right is near his head. Without even thinking, you reach out and start stroking your fingers through his soft curls. He hums contentedly, the pleasant sound rumbling through his chest.

A hand makes its way up your arm leaving goosebumps in its wake, landing on your shoulder.

You brave a glance at Frankie and feel your heart stutter in your chest when you realize he’s been looking at you. His eyes are as dark as ever, twinkling against the flicker of your TV.

He closes the gap and captures your lips in a tender kiss. His lips are warm and soft, melding to yours perfectly. The brush of your mouths together is intoxicating. Your tongue darts out to lick at him and he complies, letting out a guttural moan at the sensation as your tongues meet languidly.

You shift your leg so it slots between his and both of your hands find his shoulders and squeeze them, eliciting a soft mewl from Frankie’s mouth. His hands are hot on your back and he slides one down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh over your leggings.

Your hips press into his, rutting into him, soft pants falling from your mouth– mingling with his. You need to be closer, closer, closer. He tightens his grip on your ass in response and rolls his hips so you can feel how hard he is against your belly.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, breaking the kiss, words tumbling out between his ragged breaths.

You can feel yourself throbbing for him, wetness rushing to your core as his hushed baritone makes your head spin with need. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’re convinced this is a dream. That there’s no way you’re dry humping the man of your dreams on your couch right now.

You duck down to hide your expression, not wanting to ruin the moment with your anxiety and doubt. You’ll take whatever this man gives you, even if it’s just this moment.

You busy yourself by peppering small kisses on his neck, trailing them up to his jaw.

“Hey,” he slows your movements and holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up gently up to look at him.

“I want you. I want this. Do you?”

You feel the urge to look away, his gaze is intense and laser-focused on you. Eye contact has never been your strong suit, so this was a lot for you to handle. But you fight the urge to flinch and stare back, searching to see if there was anything that will give away any trepidations. His expression remains hard set, serious but not unkind. It’s just like Frankie to have eyes as clear as day, giving away all of his secrets. They’re just like him— strong, unrelenting in their hardness and softness.

“Yes,” you reply. Your voice cracks a little, thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long.”

You feel embarrassment wash over you with the admission, but Frankie doesn’t let it last long before you crushes his lips to yours in a searing kiss. He breaks it off after a moment, lips swollen and pink.

“Baby, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

He strokes a hand down your jaw, his thumb caressing your skin as a goofy smile blooms over your face.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” he whispers, his thumb catching on the swell of your bottom lip. “Will you let me make you feel good?”

You blink and swallow heavily, a fresh wave of arousal flooding to your center as the deep rasp of his voice utters those words, smooth as caramel– dousing over you like kerosene on a fire.

You nod, not trusting your voice at this very moment.

“I need you to say it out loud, honey,” he says, his lips brushing against yours ever so lightly.

“Yes, Francisco,” you breathe out. “Make me feel good.”

He bites your bottom lip and tugs, then growls playfully before he grabs your shoulders and flips you over. You let out a delighted shriek, giggling as he lifts up the hem of your shirt and kisses every inch of skin that’s revealed.

“Wait,” you call out. He stops his movements immediately. “You first.”

Frankie grins. You want to press your fingers into the dimple that appears and feel the scratch of his beard under your nails. He leans back and lifts his sweatshirt over his head, the grey t-shirt he’s wearing sticks to the inside of it and he rolls both garments down his arms.

His chest is bare to you now, smooth except for a smattering of hairs in the middle of his chest, and a patch leading down into his jeans. You want to reach out and run your hands down the planes of his torso and follow the path of hair, but your arms aren’t long enough to reach.

You remove your shirt, leaving you in your leggings and bra. It’s a soft lace number, a delicate pink with no underwire. You watch as his hungry gaze roams over your chest. To your surprise, he doesn’t motion for you to take it off. Instead, he leans over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He moves downwards, tongue darting out to taste the salt of your neck. He continues his path and mouths between your breasts, one of his hands reaches out to squeeze the plump flesh in his large hand. You nipple instantly pebbles under his ministrations and he pulls the fabric aside to tease it with the pad of his finger. You moan softly at the sensation and yelp in surprise when he sucks it into his mouth and bites it, soothing the sharp sting with a flick of his tongue.

“Mmm, love how responsive you are already,” he hums, moving down. Your back arches as his mouth makes a hot trail down the rest of your torso. You look down and notice he’s left wet patches where his mouth has been, coating you in saliva and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

He reaches the waistband of your leggings and pushes them down, letting out a strangled groan when he gets an eyeful of your panties, the same shade of pink that matches the bra you’re wearing.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathes.

He peels your panties down your legs and pulls them off along with your leggings, leaving you completely bare from the bottom down. You start to cross your legs to hide yourself, feeling self-conscious at how exposed you are, but Frankie grabs your thigh to halt the movement.

“You better not hide this pretty pussy from me,” he says, licking his lips.

You half expect him to dive in, but he takes a moment to look at you. He’s resting a hand on your hip. His pointer finger makes a path down, tracing an invisible line up and down your slit. You hiss at the ghost of his touch and thrust your hips towards his hand, seeking out more friction.

Frankie lets out an amused chuckle at your reaction and leans forward to plant a wet kiss to your inner thigh. You let out a shaky breath in anticipation– your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest. He kisses up your thigh until he reaches the apex between your legs, then licks a stripe through your folds with the flat of his tongue, pulling a surprised gasp from your parted lips.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and you can’t help it– you buck up into his mouth and grab onto his hair and tug at the strands. He grabs onto the flesh of your hip and whimpers into your pussy. Despite being almost dizzy with need, you feel a rush of power knowing you have this effect on him.

“You taste so fucking good. So wet for me,” he punctuates his words with bold licks up and down. “Never want to stop.”

He changes patterns, making tight circles on your clit with his tongue. The sudden switch has you mewling and your legs clamp around his head involuntarily. Frankie grabs your thighs and wrenches them apart, hooking them over his shoulders as he latches onto your pussy. His hands are on your ass, holding you up as your back arches off the couch.

All you can do is scramble at the cushions below you for purchase as Frankie buries his face into your cunt, lapping at you with abandon. His tongue licks into you with an intensity you’ve never experienced before; it has you seeing stars.

You have no idea how he knows exactly how to manipulate your body to pull the pleasure from you so naturally. Every lick feels like it’s searching for treasure, every suck hits somewhere deep inside, reverberating through the muscles of your thighs and up in your abdomen.

He gently places you back down to the cushions and rubs at your entrance with his pointer finger, looking up at you for permission.

“Yes, please–“ you whimper brokenly. He complies immediately and plunges it into you, following with a second finger, and curls them up. His pace is slow at first and he flicks his tongue out to play with your clit at the same time. He’s soon spurred on by your moans and sets a brutal pace. You once again feel the urge to clamp around him to increase the pressure, but Frankie uses his broad shoulders to hold your thighs apart.

Seeing his shoulders, bare and perspiring from his intensive movements, so wide and flushed, coupled with the furrow of his brow, his eyes pinched closed, makes something primal within you awaken. You barely have time to feel your orgasm coming before it’s hitting you– thighs shaking, back arching, hands in his hair. You don’t even realize it, but you;’re shrieking his name, chanting it like a prayer. He’s groaning in reply, milking you through it with his fingers and tongue, lapping up your release, syrupy sweet and indulgent.

He doesn’t stop until you’re flinching from overstimulation. He kisses up your body lazily, taking his time before capturing your lips. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. He grinds into you, his jean-clad erection rubs against your aching cunt and rekindles the fire, molten heat shooting through your entire body.

“Wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” he says, panting the words into your mouth.

You moan and break the kiss.

“Want to take this to my room?”

He doesn’t reply, but instead swings his body off the couch and picks you up bridal-style. He stumbles a little with the first steps and you both laugh, kissing each other with each step he takes towards your bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed softly and you let loose another delighted giggle when Frankie flops over you dramatically, caging you in his arms. Your tongues tangle together in an impossibly sensual kiss. He’s momentarily distracted, caught up in the feel of your body underneath his with the soft touches of your tongue, and you take the opportunity to roll him over and straddle his hips.

Frankie is looking up at you as if he’s in awe, like he can’t believe you’re here right now, naked from the waist down and grinding down on his hard cock, tenting his jeans.

You move down his body and zip his fly down, pushing down the denim along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, hard and hot and leaking at the tip. You can’t help but lick the bead of precum, and a broken whine rips from Frankie’s throat. His hands are clenched into the sheets, knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping the mattress beneath him.

You’re bobbing your mouth up and down his length, tongue licking around his shaft and cheeks hollowing out. His moans are loud, constant. He’s babbling praise, telling you how fucking amazing your mouth feels, how badly he wants to fuck you. It’s a heady feeling, bringing a strong and quiet man to his knees like this. You love that he’s letting you know how much he’s breaking for you.

Your tongue finds its way down to his balls and you suck them into your mouth, moaning at the musky taste. His moans are high pitched now and his hand is squeezing your shoulder.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he grabs onto your hair to pause your movements. “I need to feel you.”

You give him one last broad lick up his shaft and shift back up, and look down at Frankie to catalogue the number you’ve done on him. He’s absolutely wrecked– brown eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling rapidly with his uneven breaths.

You remove your bra, stretching it over your head and throwing it to the side. Frankie follows the movement and lets out a needy, staccato moan at the sight of you, completely bare before him.

You reach down and kiss him soundly on the mouth, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” you coo, sinking down on his length.

“Fuck,” he grits out between his teeth.

You give yourself a moment to get used to his size and rock into him. His hands fly up to your chest, squeezing lightly and rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

“So fucking big,” you pant out. “So good for me.”

It seems Frankie loves praise as much as you do, evidenced by the twitch of his cock inside you.

Your pace is agonizingly slow. You’re trying to tease out the moment, stretch it out so it lasts forever. It doesn’t last long– you can’t stand it anymore. You bounce up and down on him, snapping your hips when they meet his.

“So fucking perfect,” he pants out. “Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You breathe out a moan and stop your movements. Frankie mistakes your pause for hesitation and reaches up to brush the hair out of your face.

“We don’t have to,” he says, voice gentle, brow furrowed in concern.

“No, fuck. No, Frankie. I want to.”

You gingerly get up and whimper at the loss when he’s no longer inside you. Frankie sits up, shoulders rocking forward and cock bobbing with his movement as he settles onto his knees. You watch him and bite your lip, getting on all fours and lifting your ass up in the air to present yourself to him.

Frankie can’t help the groan that falls from his lips and sinks forward to lay an open-mouthed kiss on your pussy from behind before he lines himself up. He enters you without hesitation, hips slapping against your ass rhythmically, setting a decisively fast pace.

All you can hear is the filthy sounds of your wet pussy as he pounds into you, along with your strangled moans, and his heavy breathing, laced with whispers of praise you can’t discern. The waves of pleasure are too much, too strong. You can feel the familiar build up of an orgasm. Your head is in the clouds as it climbs and climbs– then crashes.

His fingers on your clit is what does you in. Your whole body shakes and all you can do is whimper and moan around his cock while he fucks into you. The strong, practiced rock of his hips become sloppy as he chases his release, muttering words of adoration into the air as he pulls out and cums, spilling onto your back. He pulls every last drop out of his cock before collapsing over you, forehead resting on your spine as he catches his breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, once he’s caught his breath. “Should have done this ages ago.”

You both laugh and Frankie gets up to grab a wet face towel from the bathroom

A little while later, you’re both in bed, blissed out and wrapped up around each other. The movie, drinks and snacks are all forgotten. All that matters is here and now– your breaths mingling together as you kiss each other lazily, tongues probing slowly.

In the other room, both of your phones ping on the coffee table with unheard notifications.

The first text is from Santiago.The other boys follow suit, not a minute apart.

Pope 🤦🏻‍♂️: 👑

Benny and the Jets 🥊: 👑

Ironhead 🦸🏼: 👑

Neither of you see the texts until the next morning.

The following weekend, it’s Santiago’s turn to be the designated driver. He’s parked outside of Frankie’s house, waiting to pick both of your asses up. He starts to tap his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel after the first 15 minutes.

“What the fuck are they doing in there?” He asks Will and Benny. They all know the answer, but don’t say anything.

Meanwhile, Frankie has you crowded against the front door, your sundress is hiked up and his face is buried in your pussy. Neither of you can hear the sound of Santi’s impatient honking over your moans.

And if you end up going to the bar sans panties because you can’t find them before Santiago is pounding his fist on the door, well that’s just a secret you and Frankie will have to keep.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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she’s a baddie ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1846

request?: yes!

“Hi! I have a request for mgk (if your requests are open still) but I was thinking maybe something like colson’s girlfriend is a total badass and like has a bunch of tattoos and maybe is a rapper herself and he is kind of just gushing over her and tells everyone he can about how cool she is? <3″

description: in which he loves to gush about his badass rapper girlfriend at every opportunity

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The minute he walked into the studio and saw her, Colson was in love.

Dom had asked Colson to be on a song with him and a long time friend of his, a fellow rapper named (Y/N). Colson agreed - he always loved to work with Dom and he loved to meet new people to collaborate with.

He wasn’t sure what he expected of (Y/N), but it definitely was not what he actually got.

(Y/N) was in the booth recording her verse. Already, her rapping abilities were for beyond even Colson’s. He was extremely impressed with her lyrics. As for her appearance: she was wearing a pair of tight, ripped jeans, a white button up dress shirt that was completely open with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the sports bra she was wearing underneath.

With all that skin exposed, Colson could see that she was nearly completely covered in tattoos. Her arms were covered in tattoo sleeves, all the way down to her hands and even fingers. There was an undercarriage tattoo poking out from under her sports bra, and another poking out from her waistband around her hip. She even had one on her neck!

She radiated badass energy, and Colson was drawn to her.

Dom looked up from where he was sat and got up to hug Colson. “Hey mate! Just in time, (Y/N) is finished her verse!”

(Y/N) had stopped rapping when she noticed the commotion outside. She was looking at Dom and Colson, as if waiting for them to tell her what to do.

“(Y/N), come meet Kells!” Dom called.

She walked out from the booth and smiled at Colson. “Nice to meet you. Dom talks so highly of you, and I’m a bit of a fan.”

Colson smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, too. Dom’s talked you up to me a lot, too. You definitely live up to the hype.”

(Y/N) tried to hide her smile to keep her cool status, but Colson could see the corners of her mouth tilting upwards. She put her hands in her pockets and shrugged modestly. “I’m okay I guess. Thanks though.”

“Her verse is amazing,” Dom said, bringing the attention back to him. “Just wait till you hear it when it’s finished.”

Colson sat with Dom to go over the verse he had written. (Y/N) sat behind them, distracting herself on her phone while the men worked. Every so often he would glance over his shoulder at her, hoping to catch her attention for even just a moment.

“She’s single mate, go for it,” Dom said in a low voice, but certainly not low enough that (Y/N) didn’t hear it.

Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly looked over his shoulder at her again. Her attention was still on her phone, but there was a knowing smile on her face.

When the three had finished in the studio and were preparing to go, Colson finally decided to talk to (Y/N). She was heading out the door when Colson approached her, falling into step beside her.

“Your tattoos are cool,” he said, immediately cringing at how lame the compliment was.

(Y/N) smiled brightly at him. “Thanks! They better be for how long they took and how much they cost. Yours are pretty sick too.”

“Thanks. A few of them are kind of old and I regret a little but that happens.”

“When you have as many as we do, you eventually regret one or two.”

There was an awkward silence as the two continued into the parking lot. Colson tried to wrack his brain for some way to save the conversation, but everything he came up with felt dumb or lame. He felt his heart fall to his stomach when (Y/N) pulled keys from her pocket and unlocked a car in front of them. He knew he’d eventually see her again, but he didn’t want their time to end just yet.

Before getting into her car, (Y/N) turned to Colson and put her hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He was taken back by such a direct request that his mind couldn’t comprehend what she had asked at first. “What?”

“Phone, unlock, give.”

Colson took his phone from his pocket and did as she asked. (Y/N) opened the contacts app on his phone and added her name and number, and even took a selfie of herself to set as the contact photo. She sent herself a text so she could have Colson’s number before passing the phone back to him.

“Let’s get drinks some time,” she told him before climbing into her car and starting it up. The roaring of the engine made Colson realize that even her car was badass.

He never would’ve guessed that that one encounter would’ve led to such a strong relationship between the two of them. Colson took (Y/N) up on her offer to go get drinks and, next thing he knew, he was waking up the next morning with her in his bed after deciding to be in a real relationship.

When the news hit the media, both of their fanbases exploded with excitement, saying how (Y/N) and Colson were perfect for one another. Even the tabloids couldn’t find a bad thing to say about the relationship. In fact, they constantly praised the two and complimented them whenever they were saw out together. As much as Colson hated the vultures that were paparazzi, it was hard to be as angry when they were actually saying nice things about him and the woman he loved.

And Colson couldn’t get enough of hyping his girl up. Even when she wasn’t there, all he did was talk about how cool and badass she was. It eventually got to a point that his friends would have to tell Colson that every time he mentioned (Y/N)’s name when she wasn’t around, they were going to hit him.

On the night of Dom’s album release, which featured the song that had brought Colson and (Y/N) together, Dom decided to throw a massive party to celebrate. Colson showed up with his friends, fashionably late as always. It didn’t take him long to navigate the large crowd to find his stunning girlfriend, who was wearing a skin tight black dress that hugged her body and came down to her thighs, paired with a pair of black stiletto heels and her hair pulled back in a braid. Colson couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her body as he walked up behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, bringing her attention away from her conversation to him for just a moment.

“Sorry to steal her away,” Colson said to her conversation partner, “but I just had to tell my girlfriend how fucking stunning she looks tonight.”

A bright smile spread on (Y/N)’s face as the person she was talking to made a fake vomiting sound, but was smiling none the less.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, hot stuff,” she said with a wink. “Wanna grab a drink and I’ll be over in a minute?”

“Sounds good, baby.”

Colson kissed her head as his hand trailed from her waist to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze before walking away. (Y/N) turned and watched him go with wide eyes, but also with an amused smile on his face. He smirked to himself as he made his way to the bar.

Slim and Rook were already stood there, two empty glasses in hand but too distracted by their conversation to get refills. Colson ordered two drinks, one for himself and one for (Y/N), before looking back across the crowded room at her. An involuntary smile stretched across his face as he looked at the familiar tattoos that were peaking out from her dress.

“Bro, if you say one thing about (Y/N) I am going to punch you in the fact,” Slim said, snapping Colson out of his trance.

“What?” he said. “Dude I wasn’t going to say anything about her.”

“You have that look on your face man,” Rook pointed out. “The look that says the next thing out of your mouth is gonna be something about how badass (Y/N) is.”

The bartender passed Colson his drink and he immediately swallowed half of it. “I’m sorry for thinking my girlfriend is the coolest shit since sliced bread, but that’s how relationships are supposed to work.”

“That’s not how they’ve worked with you before,” Slim said.

“Yeah, before it was a lot of sex and PDA and eventual fighting,” Rook added.

“What I have with (Y/N) ain’t like that, guys,” Colson said. “I know I move way too fast in relationships and they all end the same way, but when I say that it was love at first sight for me with (Y/N), I mean it. I mean, look at her, how can you not love her? She’s not just another girl who wants to be all over me and gets jealous or upset when I’m gone for long because she actually understands that this is how my job works. And she likes to drink and smoke weed and party, so she’s actually fun to hang out with. On top of all that...well...just look at her! She’s smoking hot and badass as fuck. I’m sorry that I tend to talk too much about her and all, but I can’t help it. I’m really happy.”

During his speech, Colson hadn’t noticed that (Y/N) had finished with her conversation and approached the three of them. She joined the group just in time to hear how happy he was to be with her, which had managed to bring happy tears to her eyes. She tried to blink them away as to not ruin her makeup, but it was hard when Colson’s kind words were replaying in her head.

“You mean that?” she asked, causing the three men to jump and to look at her.

“Damn, you move quick girl,” Slim commented.

“How much did you hear?” Colson asked.

“Enough of it,” she responded.

Slim and Rook exchanged a glance before excusing themselves from the conversation. Colson held out (Y/N)’s drink to her and she gladly took it. She leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around her again, fitting perfectly against him like two puzzle pieces.

“I meant every word I said,” he told her. “I think you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever met and then some. Way too good to be dating a dork like me.”

“You’re anything but a dork,” she said. “And even if you were, you’re my dork, and I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side.”

Colson smiled that adorable, goofy smile that (Y/N) loved so much. She mirrored it before leaning up to kiss his lips. His grip around her waist tightened as he held her close, never wanting to let her go.

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fuwushiguro · 3 years

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Shigaraki, Overhaul, Dabi, Twice and Mr. Compress Giving their s/o Flowers 💐

notes: my first ever attempt of headcanons, hope y’all like it babies 🖤

words: 1.1k

Shigaraki:

· He’d probably steal them first of ALL

· Like he’d be walking down a street and see a lil market stall with some standard bouquet and he’d just swipe them

· He was going to your place anyway and he saw them n he was like hmm she probably likes dumb shit like flowers LMFAO

· So he’ll knock on your door and when you answer he’ll be like “here” shoving them in your hands and then just make himself at home

· But you’ll be so happy like omg?? He bought me?? FLOWERS??

· So you’d chase after him and give him a hug from behind and be like omg Shig thank u thank u baby thank u I love u this is so thoughtful

· N he’ll crack a lil smile while you can’t see his face because he’s happy you’re happy 😊

Overhaul:

· Okay this guy wouldn’t steal he’d buy them

· But he’d probably get Chrono or Nemoto to get them for him bc he doesn’t know anything about flowers lmao

· I feel like he’d specifically ask for something blue I don’t know why so maybe some irises or hydrangeas

· They’d probably make him sneeze a little too and he’d be like ew I need to go give these to my girl rn

· So he’d be in his car ready to pick you up for your little date (you’d look bomb.com of course)

· He left them on the passenger side seat for you so you’d open the door like omg these are gorgeous? You’d be so thankful

· “Go take them inside they’re making me sick.”

· But you’d just laugh and do as you were told bc you were so appreciative of your pretty blue flowers and you wanted to get them in water ASAP

· You’d get in the car and he’s still sneezing a little

· He kind of regrets getting them for you but when he sees how happy they make you all regret would disappear

Dabi:

· Okay so this mf just wants to get in your pants

· He’s been putting in work for it for a WHILE and he doesn’t understand why it’s taking so long

· Like?? Are you not seeing how HOT he is?? Why don’t you wanna jump his bones??

· So he’d invite you over to his place

· “Netflix n chill.” Pfffft okay Dabi sure

· An idea hits him

· “Chicks love flowers, right?”

· But this bum doesn’t have any money like come on

· But he remembers his neighbours have some daffodils in their yard

· So what does he do?

· This bitch stealthily creeps into his neighbours garden and picks EVERY! SINGLE! DAFFODIL! From their garden!!

· He is a criminal tbh what do u expect

· Dabi RUNS back into his crib before anyone can catch him for being a little thief

· When you get to his place he welcomes you in

· He left the daffodils on his coffee table

· He tied them together with a piece of scrap drawstring he found in his kitchen

· You smile when you see them but you’re like????? These will die in like two days where did u get these

· He manages to swerve your question though bc, y’know, it’s Dabi, he’s smooth as silk

· And of course you appreciated the gesture so much Dabi got in your pants in the end

· Don’t you just love when a plan comes together?

Twice:

· MY SWEET PRECIOUS BABY

· *ahem* y’all hear somethin’?

· TWICE omg he’s so precious he doesn’t have any money but he loves his baby so so much

· Like he asks u all the time “How can you love someone like me??? LET’S GET MARRIED!”

· He’s just the sweetest baby I can’t, he wants to show you how much he loves you so he wants to get you some flowers!!

· But… as mentioned… baby aint got no money!

· No one in the league will lend him any cash either they’re all like

· “flowers are a waste of money!”

· “we’re criminals! Just steal some!”

· He reaaaaaally didn’t want to steal some he wanted to give you flowers in a respectable way but it seems he has no choice

· So one night, he has a similar approach to Dabi

· He steals from other people’s yards

· But the difference with Twice is that he’ll spend AGES stealing lots of different pretty flowers he’ll think you like

· Tulips, roses, daffodils, pansies, you NAME it it’s gonna be in that bouqet

· He even uses a few pages from Kurogiri’s newspaper to wrap them in

· It takes him a few attempts but he wants them to look JUST like the bouquets you can get at the markets and the shops

· I feel like he’d be the type to invite you on a date to the beach like a pier with an arcade so that’s where he gives them to you!

· “Sorry they aren’t the best. I’M GONNA BECOME A FLORIST!”

· You just laugh and smother him in kisses

· They’re messy but perfect because they are so Jin

Mr. Compress:

· A MAN WITH SCHMONEY HONEY

· Okay I’m not saying he’s balling or anything bc what? They’re all homeless criminals pretty much right…

· BUT I think he’s got a little nest egg for sure, for emergencies of course

· A date? You were asking him on a date? He was shocked at how forward you were

· But it wouldn’t be very polite of him to decline an invitation from such a beauty

· THIS is what the nest egg is for

· THIS is an emergency

· Lucky for him he wears that mask alllllllll the damn time so no one recognises him when he goes to a little store to buy you some flowers

· Mister is very old fashioned and traditional

· Twelve red roses for you, it wasn’t even a question of getting anything else

· Someone as angelic as you deserves roses!

· You meet up with him at the restaurant and he presents the roses

· You knew he was a romantic, of course

· That was one of the reasons you had a crush on him!

· “You didn’t have to get me these!” You’d tell him (but you were happy he did)

· “Of course I did my dear.”

· You couldn’t stop glancing over to them on the table

· Like?? Omg he’s so sweet and romantic he got you TWELVE red roses for a first date??

· The date went well, he walked you home like the gentleman he is

· He watched you as you put your keys in the door (he wanted to watch you get inside safely)

· But before you went inside…

· “Do you want to spend the night?”

· “Only if you want me too, darling.”

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bat-winged-brothers · 2 years

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Dodge Mason draft list:

Meet cute

Dropping you home after work

Motorcycle ride

Spending the night at his place

The Players Ball

Listening to music together

Pinky touches

Dancing in the dark

You feel like home to me

I wanna hold your hand

Watching from the sidelines

Down by the river

Overprotective

Applying to colleges

The stables

A weekend away

Babysitting

Future plans

I wanna kiss you in the morning/domesticity

"If you die, I'm gonna kill you"/patching up wounds

Just the girl from the library

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

He convinces you to help him train

"Aren't you scared of the curse?"

Panic Attack

Baking with Dayna

"Too smart for his own good"

"I'm sure this counts as breaking and entering"

Watching a movie while he reads

"Talk nerdy to me"

"Thank God for rich friends with hot tubs"

Kisses under the mistletoe

When I drive

Rainstorms

Chasing ghosts

It's too damn hot!

"When he was little..."

"I love you in blue"

When fire meets gasoline

Don't wanna say goodnight/front porch dawdling

"I don't dance"

Mac and cheese

Wet hair

"You drive me crazy!"

"Beautiful, smaht, independent"

"Dodge Mason knows how to braid?"

His leather jacket

Forehead kisses

"I think the lady can speak for herself"/protective bf Dodge

"This would be way more romantic in a truck"

"Could you maybe not yell at me?"

When the fair comes to town

Red string of fate

Snowed in

"YA and Chick Lit. Why am I dating you, again?"

Distracting you from your assignment

"What's your biggest fear?"

"I feel sorry for whoever is on the wrong end of your right hook, someday"

Hospital visit

Waiting for him when he gets home from work

The spaces between my fingers

"Okay Cupid, put down the bow"

Washing the car

"Special of the day"

"Buy your own damn fries, Ray"

"Loneliness is addictive"

When we were young

Homesick

"Stay the night?"

Where we'd rather be

Runaways

All I want

18 and life

First time jitters

'Broke as hell but blessed with beauty'

"How fucking dare you! How dare you make me believe in love!"

"Between the 8 of us we have a bike, a boat, and most of a working car"

Trouble always looks good in a black t shirt

Dirty little secrets

Healing hands

Diggins being overprotective (sibling/close friend)

Sleep without you - girls night & he's missing you

"Do I look like a fucking mechanic?" /Breakdown

"My God! He can actually smile!"

Watching Dayna compete

Party on the lake

"You're a fucking adrenaline junkie!"

"My eyes are up here, miss"

Birthday wishes

In the moonlight

Break in

Walls

To read you like a book

Moving forward

Best friend's brother

Our song

My darkness recognises yours

"I'm stealing your shampoo"

Apologies

Midterms/Falling asleep studying

Coffee fiend

"D'you wanna be a demon slayer?"

"These taste like healthy!"

A visit to the lodge

"God, I hate Shakespeare"

One man Disneyland

Shivers

Our own little world/lazy mornings

Back to the wall

When it rains

Deathwish

Fall at your feet

"My only love sprung from my only hate"

"What are you so scared of?"

The practicalities of a secret sleepover

You make loving fun

Too much, too young

Oral fixation

"Are you a fucking judge?"

Laughing with a broken rib

"You don't need me"

"Would you two like a ruler? Or is this macho showdown drawing to a close?"

Girl talk

Look what the cat dragged in

Magnets

Growing up

Christmas lights in the middle of June

First floor window

"Shoot some pool, see a band, maybe sneak a beer?"

Handcuffs

Open road

"Can I hit him yet?" "Not in front of a cop"

Tattoos

Black fingernails

Playing nurse

Blue lights

Sempiternal

Never have I ever

Ghosts

Drowning

Alone

Just tonight

Period pain

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lydias--stiles · 3 years

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“The simple act of being in love with you is enough for me.”

jiara | post-s2 | pining idiots | title: quote by Pacey from Dawson's Creek

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“Kie.”

“Hm?” The girl’s mop of curls obscured her face as she mumbled out some vowels, clearly still buzzed from the night before. An amused smile ticked up his lips and slapped her calf again. She sighed. “What?”

“Leggo,” he pushed, “we gotta get to Pope’s place.”

“Why?”

Even if everyone else would deny it, JJ swore Kie was as bad as he was: slow and fucking lethargic before eleven in the morning. Sure, she had better grades in school, but he wasn’t gonna give her more credit than that. Speaking of, “Helping him with that new scholarship, remember?”

The girl groaned and rolled over to face him, droopy eyes cracking open to scowl at him. She slept where he used to crash whenever his dad’s place became too much, but since the old man fucked off to Yucatán, he found peace in the quiet walls and cracked windows. Regardless, it was weird seeing her sprawled on this mattress, the boy almost able to envision himself beside her. A dangerous fantasy to linger on, so he pushed it aside and kept on trucking.

“C’mon, Kie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered and sat upright. “How did you even get in the Château?”

JJ grinned and snagged a key chain from his shorts. “Spare key. Duh.”

She rolled her eyes, uttering, “John B’s stupid,” and then pushed him out the guest room, telling him she’d get ready. His mouth opened to make the joke if he couldn’t stay and watch, but the door slammed in his face and that was that.

Having a crush on Kiara was the freakiest thing ever. First of all, JJ and emotions didn’t mesh well — it only led to trouble, a perfect example being his dad and him with the most fucked up dynamic to boot. He preferred to not even think about the man, though one glance in the mirror often betrayed his mind and brought a rush of memories to the forefront, whether it was a shiner against his eye, or the fact that he resembled his father when he was young.

So yeah, he didn’t like anything ‘love’ related. It was stupid. It was more reckless than buying a jacuzzi or trying to steal a golden cross from a boat with dozens of armed men. Friendship, however, was easy. He told the Pogues just that: they were ‘it’ for him, he’d go through fire for them, through hell and fucking back.

But he didn’t think he’d actually die for them, which almost happened when he tried saving Kie on the Coastal Venture — to which she ended up saving him. (A vision illuminated by a golden sun, hovering over him. He’d never forget it.)

While he inspected the contents of the fridge, embarrassingly filled with only beer, eggs, milk and junk food, the door creaked open and revealed a dressed and less-wrecked Kiara. His gaze flicked up and down her frame, quick, and then averted it back to the fridge.

“You got no food, man.”

She chuckled. “I know. It’s not exactly The Wreck type of food…”

“You haven’t gone back?”

“Nope,” she replied, curt, and moved past him to shove a container of sausages aside to grab a bottle of almond milk. Even if she wasn’t with her parents, she still somehow kept up her ‘no dairy’ principles.

Also, Kiara was hella beautiful. He hadn’t let it register when she walked in, but it was true. Her soft-looking, shiny skin, sporting the prettiest smile in all of the OBX, and she was just hot. Especially when she propped herself on the kitchen counter, to which he settled beside her to not look at her legs.

“How many scholarships are there?” she asked. “Like, I’m obviously proud of him, but…”

“He told us last night,” JJ laughed. “You were that fucking high?”

She giggled, “Yeah! You were there, I was just on my ass.” And then, quieter, “And… I don’t know, I guess I’ve been kind of distracted.”

He perked up, surprised. Though the Pogues were family, openly talking about emotions when it wasn’t prompted by anything, remained rare. They were better at talking shit and smoking and napping on boats. Whatever, he took the bait.

“Why?”

She shook her head. “It’s stupid, JJ.”

“Kie, you’re talking to me,” he nudged her shoulder, “throw me a bone here. Is it Pope? You got the hots for our favourite nerd again?”

Taking a sip from the bottle, her brow quirked up as though that was the stupidest thing he ever said, and retorted with, “Why’re you always doing that?”

His hands raised instantly, defensive. “Doing what?”

“You’re always digging, like, when I was with Pope you got all weird.”

“I don’t dig.”

“You do.”

“I don’t. Kie, what’s up?” He kept it moving before she found the core of his problem, and bounced back to the original issue. “Before I start saying shit to Pope.”

She scoffed. “You're full of shit.”

“Oh, Kie,” he drawled with a smirk. “You can do better than that.”

Silence fell. He waited, fiddling with his fingers, and quietly hoped Pope wouldn't be too annoyed when they arrived late — then again, they were begrudgingly coined 'tortoise and tortoise' by the group anyway.

She placed the bottle back in the fridge and sent him a rueful smile, one he often saw her showing Sarah before they went aside and had a private talk. Their eyes locked and she finally spoke.

“Sometimes, I… I miss my parents. And it's like, I don't get how they don't just accept that I'm a Pogue, that I'm friends with you guys, you know? But I still miss them.” She looked down at her feet, crossing at the ankles like a little girl waiting to be reprimanded by the teacher. “I miss my dad's hugs.”

Instantly, his arm swung around her for a gentle side hug, a grateful smile pulling on her lips as she leaned into him. Both knew they should savour a moment like this, as hugging with a twitchy JJ and often irritated Kie happened once every blue moon.

Ignoring the guilty look in her eye — yeah, he didn't understand missing a paternal embrace, rather used to a blow in the stomach or a crude remark, but that didn't mean he lacked empathy — he resisted the urge to encourage her to reconnect with them. Knowing her, she'd just close up and glare at him for the rest of the day.

So no, he wasn't going to ask her. And no, she shouldn't feel guilty. P4L 'til the end, baby.

“Thanks, JJ,” she whispered.

He snickered and pushed her off. “You can't tell the guys I'm becoming soft, dude. Theyʼll give me so much shit for it.”

“They know you're soft,” she teased, “don't even try.”

“I'm tough,” he tried.

“Like Play-Doh.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled and motioned at the kitchen door. “Let's go, Carrera. Before John B and Sarah come back and act all married.”

Now that was fucking annoying. After John B and Sarah faked their death, they got married by a bandana strip and hadn't let that notion go after returning. Sure, there was that small blip when they were fighting the crazy religious chick, but that was old news.

John B made him swear he wouldn't tell a soul, but the guy waxed poetry about Sarah whenever they were drunk and alone. It was hilariously sad. Another man lost to a girl.

(“She wants a beach wedding,” JB sighed a couple nights ago. “Nice, right?”

“I– yeah, I really don't care about this, man.”)

JJ knew that when he got a girlfriend (Kiara unintentionally but also very intentionally crossed his mind), he'd act normal. No mushy shit. No poetry. Definitely no creepy Romeo and Juliet references thrown in as if that shouldn't freak the Pogues out. Their behaviour better not be infectious.

Expectedly, Pope's scowl reached them all the way from the car, Kie and JJ sharing a sheepish look before stepping out.

“Gee, guys,” the boy deadpanned, “thanks for making haste. Really appreciate it.”

JJ's wide grin hoped to salvage it. Slapping his friend on the shoulder, he pushed past him and yelled, “Kie was dead, dude!”

Pope grimaced. “Don't joke about that.”

He watched as Kie stopped beside Pope with an apologetic expression, telling him she overslept and was sorry and that he knew how JJ was — “Always joking.”

His chapped lips pursed, a familiar punch hitting his chest with him then pretending it didn't hurt. She always did this. Even if she claimed she didn't, she always took Pope's side. Relationship or not. JJ knew she didn't owe him her 'side', but it'd be a nice change of pace either way.

Whatever. This wasn't the JJ Pining For Kiara Show. Pope needed their help.

A state-wide scholarship competition gave Pope another shot at winning a huge chunk of money (no gold type of rich though) and getting his ass out of OBX, hopefully launching himself into some fancy college when he revealed to be of Denmark Tanny's lineage. Those hibrow assholes loved a good sob story.

All Pope had to do was score hella high on some test — easy — and impress the panel — not so easy — and he'd be the luckiest Pogue of all.

But that did mean Kie and him had to sit on his creaky bed with a freaky amount of flashcards while a stressed out Pope paced around his room. He was pretty sure the floor was eroding.

Also, he had no fucking clue what any of the flashcards meant. Did Pope's smarts really attracted Kie that much? Was it the brain? Brain over brawl? But where was the fun in that? JJ loved Pope to death, but the guy had to be fully medicated or high before his brain shut off and he acted carefree.

“Pope, do you even know what this all means?” Kie bemoaned, flipping the cards around.

“You got a dictionary somewhere?” added JJ, squinting at the word aberration. It sounded like some weird disease. He showed him the word.

Pope dismissed it. “It means: different from the norm.”

“Dude, why not write that then?”

“Because they want aberration.”

He didn't get it. “No one uses it though.”

“JJ, that's just the way it is,” Pope pressed.

“Guys, stop,” Kiara interrupted. “But honestly Pope, it's so, like, elitist. None of these questions are important to the world, or the well-being of the people.”

“Sorry, Kiara, but unfortunately not everyone cares that much,” he sighed. JJ could tell they were starting to annoy their friend, their tortoise bullshit bleeding through.

Her nose scrunched up, peeved. “Right. Because there's a planet B just waiting to be used by us. Duh.”

“Ooh,” JJ drawled, nudging her arm. “Are there donkeys shitting money?”

Kie laughed. “Yes. All beaches, clean air, no Kooks, and money-shitting donkeys.”

“Nah, I want it to be hella Kooky,” he joked, gesturing wildly. “I want a yacht and tell people someone else does my laundry, or something.”

“You don't even do your laundry anyway,” she bounced back with a roll of the eye. “I know you force John B.”

“He's already playing House with Sarah, might as well wash my underwear, too.”

Oh, man. He could do this all day. Talking shit with Kiara went as smooth as fishing for him. Each time he thought he one-upped her, she threw more on top and kept it going 'til neither knew what the point even was anymore. Sarah dubbed it as 'banter' which he believed was a rich way of saying 'talking smack.'

“I don't believe you even know how to do it,” she challenged.

JJ huffed and crossed his arms. “I can do it.”

A smirk bloomed on her lips as she kept jabbing. “It's kinda cute, how you need John B to be your mom.”

“I don't.”

“You literally said it five seconds ago.”

“Guys,” Pope groaned, followed by an exhausted sigh eerily similar to Heyward. “Can we get back to the flashcards?”

Kie and JJ were too far into their discussion though, jabbing at each other at rapid speed. Then she threw her cards at him and all bets were off. He yelled she should make a goal with her hands, to which he folded up a flashcard and shot it straight between her fingers.

And that was when Pope kicked them out. JJ presumed it was a victory they lasted as long as they did. Kie kept apologising over her shoulder, prompting Pope to ask Cleo for help instead.

For a beat, they were silent stepping out of his place and back into the car. JJ felt a stab of guilt for fucking up Pope's study time, but it was hard to dial his brain to school when his friends surrounded him. Just when he wanted to ask if she felt bad too, she went off about the climate — as usual.

“It's so dumb how there were no questions about the environment or human rights or, or anything like that! It's all science and lit, like, there's more to life than fucking chemistry formulas!”

“I skipped those cards. Didn't get them.”

“It's so fucked,” she hummed. “And I'm obviously glad that you drove to the Château to wake me up and all—”

“Yeah?”

“—but I really wish those questions would matter. We almost died, JJ!”

“No, shit,” he grumbled, quickly starting to lose his patience with the ranting girl. She didn't even realise what the fuck she was saying anymore — what she did to his heart, skipping like some elemtary school girl on the playground, when she slipped some nice words in.

“Died!” she pressed. “Why even care about stuff like that?”

“Fucks sake, Kie—”

“And I didn't want to say it, but did you see how many flashcards there were? How many trees were cut for that? It's like, hello, Quizlet exists!”

“Kie, shut up!” he yelled.

Her mouth fell slack, gobsmacked, gawking at him like his interruption was a slap in the face.

Gesturing wildly with one hand, he exclaimed, “You know, you can just go on and on and I hear you talking and it's like, yeah, we get it, Mother Earth needs to be saved, we're fucked, you don't gotta repeat it twenty-four seven.”

“What the hell, JJ!”

“You have an opinion about everything! A man gets tired!”

“A man?” She scoffed. “You're not even eighteen.”

“Point is you don't gotta act all preachy all the time.” He turned the corner, hands tightening around the steering wheel.

Kie scowled. “Where is this coming from? I'm not preachy, I'm educating you.”

Now that was just fucking with his head. Incredulous, he exclaimed, “You think I don't listen? Kie, I'm the only one that does. JB is on Planet Sarah all the damn time and Pope only did shit 'cause—"

"That!” she yelled, throwing her hands up with frustration. “That's what I mean! You're doing it again! You dig!”

“What?!”

“Every time you mention Pope and I, you dig. You needle!” Twisting in her seat, his gaze flickered to catch her disgruntled expression. “Why do you do that? It's so… sus.”

JJ laughed. “Sus?”

“You don't ask John B about Sarah.”

“'Cause they're fucking obvious.”

“Still,” she pressed. “Did I do something to piss you off? Is that it? Is it me constantly asking you to recycle and yet — shocker! — you never do?!”

“Fucking God,” he grumbled under his breath.

With frazzled thoughts and shaking hands, adrenaline coursed through him as he swerved to the side of the road and stopped the car. If he fought with Kie any longer to this degree of fuckery, they were gonna crash.

She frowned. “What're you doing?”

“You, Carrera, are driving me insane,” he deadpanned, matter-of-fact. Then he slammed the door open and stepped out, desperate to catch his breath.

In the back of his mind, he had an inkling as to why he was so keyed up. Kiara would call him a Neandethal, but fuck it, here was the truth: Kiara was hot as hell when she argued with him.

Following his lead, she got out, her sneakers stomping against the asphalt. The sun steeped low on the horizon, the light hitting the hood and reflecting onto her face; her curls shifting from dark brown to gold. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was so fucked. He almost missed the start of her spiel, too enthralled.

“I'm driving you insane? I'm always getting you out of trouble, because you never think things through! You never see the bigger picture!”

He rolled his eyes. “Bigger picture? The only thing I see, Kie, is you going on about nature. That easy.” And then, before he could stop himself, he spewed out, “And you don't have to do that.”

“What?”

“Getting me out of trouble,” he said, pursing his lips. “That's not your responsibility.”

“Right. Duh. Because after everything we've been through, I can't care about you,” she exclaimed, face twisting up in pure fury. She got in his space, shoving his shoulder, but when he didn't budge, it only seemed to anger her more.

JJ didn't know what was going on anymore. Why was she so mad? Even if she didn't want to admit it, he was telling the truth. Of course all the Pogues had each other's back, but Kiara doted over him more than was necessary. The constant checking of injuries, limiting his day drinking, all that. Like he was some child!

He leaned in and mumbled, “I can take care of myself.”

Kie smirked. “Then do your own laundry.”

It happened naturally. One second he stared at her furious eyes and thought about how much he loved arguing with her despite the bullshit, the next his fingers curled into her hair and pulled her in a fierce kiss.

At first, her hands laid frozen on his shoulders, surprised, but the moment he realised his impulsive decision was a mistake, they slid around his neck and kept him close.

JJ sighed in relief and deepened the kiss he'd been craving ever since they were fourteen and Kie went from gangly to statuesque. Her lips were warm and soft and her hands were soft and she hadn't let go and holy shit — he was kissing Kiara Carrera.

The kiss lessened when her mouth quirked into a smile, their grins pressing flush together, and JJ shivered from delight. Oh, man. He was gone.

“You drive me damn crazy, Kie,” he murmured, voice dropped to an undeniably soft tone.

She bit back her silly grin and whispered, “Good.”

Taking a deep breath, he tried focusing up, but all he could do was stare at her face. A shy hand grabbed hers.

He had to get it out of the way now, or else he'd kick himself later. “I'm… really into you. I'm– oh, fuck, uh–”

“Maybe we can talk about it not on the side of the road?” she suggested, amused.

JJ grinned, elated (What was the word he saw on the flashcards? Exalted!), and kissed her again, because he could.

On the ride back to the Château, he confessed to seeing her in a different light for years, while she couldn't really pinpoint a time or moment, that it just happened. It didn't matter, though he was in utter disbelief that he and Kie were having this conversation. No jokes, no BS, all seriousness. Tomorrow, he'd wake up and it wouldn't be some sick dream. Kie liked him back.

JJ was sure he'd doubt himself or overthink it in the future, but today, he'd bask in the certainty and the major ego boost.

“Okay, but did you ever legit like Pope then?”

A sheepish smile crawled up her cheeks as her gaze averted to the window. “I thought I did. But we have, like, no chemistry, so…” She shook her head. “I was confused.”

“That's okay,” he uttered. He couldn't give her shit for it. Even if he did torture himself with their short-lived relationship, he understood.

How would he react though? John B and Sarah wouldn't care, or Cleo, but Pope? He didn't want one of his brothers hating him. Being iced out by the guy fucking sucked, as it meant he was truly hurt and therefore meant JJ truly fucked up. He couldn't handle disappointing him.

Kie read his mind. “He'll be fine with it.”

“I dunno, man…”

“He will,” she repeated. “We're Pogues. We've all narrowly survived death. And besides…” She turned back to him with a secretive grin. “I think he has a thing for Cleo.”

Whoa. He did not see that coming. His brows shot up to his hairline, mentally kicking himself for being so focused on Kie that he didn't even notice the shift of interest between Pope and Cleo. They made sense, too. Know-it-all's, but well-meaning, and only speaking when needed.

If the idea didn't relief him of worries, he'd be concerned as to why they were all seamlessly coupled up like in some 90s sitcom Big John had on VHS.

“What a player,” he joked.

“Tell me about it.”

They arrived at the house, the Twinkie and Sarah's bike sprawled on the overgrown front lawn. JJ frowned. He had hoped to have some alone time with Kie, not to jump her bones and fulfill a regular dream of his, but to talk. To figure it out. He wanted to do this right. Because after everything, they deserved to have good things, to start on a high note — he deserved it.

Kie noticed it, too. Puckering her lips on contemplation, her gaze trailed from him to the rest of the property, ending on the trusty ol' hammock. She jabbed her thumb at it.

“Let's sit there.”

Normally, they laid on opposite ends on the hammock, if they even shared one to begin with. But now, she pressed herself right beside him and he felt like heaven dropped down on them in the best way possible. He suddenly understood what John B was lamenting about — the company, intimacy, the ease. Nerves rippled through his body like a summer storm, but he figured that was what it cost to lose one's mind over a girl.

He didn't know what to say, so Kiara spoke instead.

“I don't want us, the way we are around each other, to change, you know?” she said. “Like, I don't want you to think you have to act like some mellow ass boyfriend all of a sudden.”

He smirked. “Who said anything about boyfriend?”

“Bye.”

“Hey, wait,” he grinned, latching onto her arm before she pushed herself out. “C'mon, Kie.”

Her nose scrunched up. “I don't do this usually, okay?”

“You think I do?” he asked. His hand softly slid down to wrap around hers, to which she hooked their fingers together. Okay. Wow. It felt so damn nice that it propelled him to say, “I wanna be your boyfriend, Kie.”

The girl smiled and then surprised him by leaning in herself, pressing a gentle kiss on his chapped lips. It was overwhelming having her instigate it, his gut twisting up in excitement like when he was about to backflip from a boat, or cliff dive, or something similar like that.

He let go of her hand to cup her cheeks, only to whisper, “That's a yes, yeah? Gotta get a yes.”

“Yes, JJ,” she uttered back. “Here's to not fucking this up.”

“Cheers, baby.”

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shuu Heaven [02]

ー The scene starts on the way back from school

Yui: Shuu-san!

ー She runs up to him

Yui: Haah...Thank god I managed to catch up to you.

Shuu: You came here running?

Yui: Yes. You were gone all of a sudden, so I figured you must have headed home before me.

You’re not taking the car back today? Are you stopping somewhere on your way home?

Shuu: Yeah. It’s the release day of the CD I had on pre-order, so I figured I would go and pick it up directly from the store.

Yui: Can I come with you?

Shuu: I’m just gonna buy the CD though.

Yui: Anywhere’s fun for me when you’re with me, you know?

Shuu: Heh...Be my guest then?

Yui: Yes!

ー The scene shifts to the shopping district

Shuu: I’ll go buy it then.

Yui: Yes. I’ll wait here, okay?

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( Shuu-san sure is taking his time. Quite some time has passed since he went inside... )

ー He returns

Shuu: Did I keep you waiting?

Yui: Ah, welcome back.

Shuu: I got what I came for. Let’s head home.

ー The scene shifts back to the previous road

Yui: What kind of CD did you buy?

Shuu: I’m sure you can guess, right?

Yui: I know it’s classical music, but I was curious about the songs.

Shuu: You’re interested in that sorta stuff?

Yui: It’s something you enjoy after all.

Shuu: ...Telling you is too much trouble, so we can just listen to it together afterwards.

Yui: Fufu, yes.

( ...For some reason, the people around us have been quite fussy this whole time. )

( Also...I feel like we’re being trailed... )

( ...!? There’s a bunch of girls behind us...! They’re looking at Shuu-san...? )

Shuu: ...That’s quite the face you’re making. Are you upset about something?

Yui: ...No.

( Shuu-san’s very handsome, so I can understand why the girls would make a ruckus. )

( But I’m right here next to him...Don’t they see me? )

Shuu: No, I bet you’re upset. Or does your face always look like that?

Yui: I-I’m honestly not upset. ...That you made me wait earlier.

Shuu: Then are you mad about something else? But nothing really comes to mind.

Yui: ( Of course not...This is 100% just me being jealous. )

Shuu: ...No, maybe there’s too many things I could name?

I don’t remember what exactly I did, but should I apologize?

Yui: N-No...

You didn’t do anything wrong. ...I just got jealous, that’s all.

Shuu: Jealous?

Yui: Did you not realize all the girls around us looking at you?

Shuu: Not at all.

Yui: ( He really didn’t notice... )

Shuu: I only ever have eyes for you after all.

Yui: ...!?

Shuu: Yet you grew jealous, I’m honestly baffled by your stupidity.

Yui: Stupid...

Shuu: No matter how hot of a chick it may be, I don’t care.

You’re the one I like. The person who stuck with me through thick and thin...Only you.

You should realize that already.

Yui: ( Shuu-san, he grabbed my hand... )

Shuu: There isn’t a single other woman out there who I’d hold hands with, you know?

So don’t mind those other girls, okay?

Yui: ( I didn’t think Shuu-san would take initiative and hold my hand... )

Shuu: But...I will admit that it’s annoying.

Oi, Yui.

ー He pulls her close

*Rustle*

Yui: ( W-What!? He suddenly pulled me close...! )

Shuu: If I do this, they should back off soon enough, right?

Yui: ( He’s showing off on purpose to try and chase away the other girls...? ...But. )

...It doesn’t seem to be very effective.

Shuu: ...What a pain.

Yui: ( Girls are strong...Or maybe it’s because I’m the one with him? )

Shuu: ...Say, you should take the lead.

Yui: Eh? In what...?

Shuu: Give me a kiss to show the people around us what’s up, for example.

Yui: !?

Shuu: It’s your chance to send all those pesky women home at once, you know?

Yui: E-Even so! I can’t kiss you in front of this many people!

Shuu: Don’t you that sorta attitude is exactly why they look down on you?

Assuming they could easily steal a guy from such an easy opponent.

Yui: ...

Shuu: Would you be okay with losing me?

Yui: ...No...

Shuu: Then tell them. That I’m yours, so they should back off.

If you can’t say it with words...All you need to do is give me a kiss so dirty, they’ll instantly give up.

Come on...Show them.

Yui: ...

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Nn...

Shuu: Nn...

Hah...That wasn’t dirty at all though.

Yui: T-This is my limit...

Shuu: That won’t do. It’s not enough. Do more.

Yui: I can’t...!

Shuu: It’s easy, no? All you need to do is wrap your arms around my neck and slip your tongue in my mouth.

Yui: ( I can’t do that...! )

Shuu: Since I have no other choice, I’ll handle the rest after you’ve pressed our lips together.

Hurry up, Yui.

Yui: Don’t you think you’re teasing me even more than usual today...?

Shuu: Not really? I just want to get rid of those pests.

Yui: ...?

Shuu: If we put on a little show like this...I can get rid of the men who were oggling you at the same time.

Come on, hurry up. If you don’t, we’ll never make it back home.

I want to listen to my new CD. Haha...Don’t keep me waiting for too long, okay?

Yui: ( ...I might never be able to show my face around these parts again... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

<- [ Heaven 01 ] [ Heaven 03 ] ->

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #dark fate #diabolik lovers translation #dfshuuheaven2

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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Request for a scenario where Bokuto wakes up with his body swapped with his fem! S/O’s!

A/N: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—

Answered this lovely req because one very sad anon wanted some humour!!!! This is dedicated to you sweetie!! Leggo

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FREAKY FRIDAY: Bokuto Edition.

In Which Bokuto Switches Bodies With His Fem!S/O ♻️👫

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this fucking loud owl-headass mf 😒

Y’all have been dating for 3 years after high school graduation and it was great

Except today. Cause it was FREAKY FRIDAY

Bokuto woke up to you screaming (in his voice) and when he saw that his body was running around the room in panic, he didn’t even scream himself

He’s really not a morning person so he doesn’t really know if he’s still dreaming or not

He just sat up on the bed drowsily and watched himself run back and forth and have a panic attack

“BOKUTO WHY TF ARENT YOU FREAKING OUT!!!! I’M YOU! AND YOURE MEE!”

Mans tried to just go back to sleep because he was tired so he moved back under the covers.

When he did that he noticed his body wasn’t sore like a professional athlete anymore because his muscles didn’t protest!!!

Realizing this, he jumped up on the bed and started doing some Avengers battle moves because they didn’t hurt as much

He jumped off the bed directing himself into your arms and you (still thinking he was bokuto and way heavier than you) you dodged him

Bokuto fell to the floor in your body

“Oh my gosh sorry Bo!!! I forgot for a second—“

Kōtarō‘s usually sore muscles only felt a little bad so he jumped right back up.

and acted like he had just withstood an earthquake

He was so short now that he took over your height and he acted like he didn’t know how to walk because of it

“So this is the view from shrimpville 🍤 ....I can’t say I like it. How does my protégée Hinata do it....?” Bokuto murmured as he looked up at himself you.

“Damn I’m really hot from this angle. You should tell me more, Y/N.”

you tried to attack him because WHY ISNT HE FREAKING OUT but Bokuto stopped you , batting his your eyelashes at him you.

You’re thinking: so that’s how cute I look when I make that faceeee? No wonder Bo gives me whatever I want when I do it!

He smiled

“Whoaaaaaa you stopped right away. that look really does work! I should do all the other shit I can do now seeing as I can probably get away with it as a hot girl?! Remember that time I had to pay extra at the lot but you didn’t ?! Hmmm I’m going to start with stealing my old coaches car—“

Your eyes widened while Bokuto smiled at you with your beautiful smile.

“Come here Owl head. We are switching back now.”

“You are the owl head now! I’m a hot girl that can do no wrong 💅.”

You looked for something else to throw at him and you heard your voice squeal.

“Y/N, LEAVE ME ALONE I LIKE BEING A CHICK!”

You opted to throw a pillow at your dumbass boyfriend like you always do—but forgetting how much stronger you are with Bokuto’s muscles, the pillow hit bokuto your body powerfully, and he went flying

lmaoooooo

You kept apologizing

Bokuto got up slowly and rubbed his chest where you hit him

Mid rub....he stopped.

Cue his owl genes causing his eyes to go 👁👁 even with YOUR eyes!

Expecting to feel his normal hard pecs when he rubbed his chest, instead he felt two soft mounds

“I HAVE TITS!!!!!”

You watched him in disbelief and then felt something weird in Bo’s body moving on its own.

You looked down and shrieked.

“KŌTARŌ WHY IS YOUR PENIS MOVING WHEN I DIDN’T WILL IT TO!”

“You have my body Y/N. that’s how my body reacts to seeing you massage your tits. Please be mature about this.” He said all pestering-like.

On instinct you threw another pillow at him but this time Bokuto dodged it, running around the room singing

“HEY HEY HEYYYY........TITTY GANG.....!”

Then he ran to the bathroom whipping his your shirt off to see them naked.

“Bokuto, put my shirt back on right now!” You tried to chase after him but your short legs that Bokuto got to use locked you out faster.

You banged on the door three times and Bokuto answered it with that puppy dog face while clutching your naked breasts (on him)

He jutted out his bottom lip (your bottom lip)

“Can I keep them baaaabe? They are so perfect and they love me! Look! I already named them Fun Bag 1 and 2. Pretty please can I keep em?! With a cherry on top?!”🙏🏼 he begged as if he was asking to take home a stray dog.

that cutesy face of yours almost got you to give in AGAIN!

“No, Kōtarō! And stop squeezing them like that! Your penis won’t stop twitching, it feels like I’m fucking possessed! I hate it! Switch back with me NOW!”

Bokuto swerved around you. “Not before I get nipple piercings! Now you won’t have to feel that pain baby!”

ohhhh you were just bubbling in anger .

Bokuto tilted his head to look at you while still holding onto your boobs as if they might disappear

You were pinching the bridge of your nose looking like you were having a migraine

You kinda were

Bo shrugged and started getting ready in his clothes to leave for the day. But Once he realized how big they were he tried to slip into your clean pair of thong underwear

He was thoroughly lost and tried to stretch them out first because they appeared so small in his hand

He ripped them.

YOUR FAVOURITE THONG. 😡😡😡😡

“Oh well. Guess I’m going commando! Score!”

you had to sit down because if you jumped on your boyfriends back you’d be hurting your own back.

You thought of ways to get him to agree to switching back:

“Bokuto. Akaashi won’t be friends with you anymore if you’re a random female now.”

“Sure he will!!!! I’ll be able to give him your puppy dog face... he was never able to refuse that either.” He slipped your shoes on.

Grrrrrrrrr.

“Well Bo, you know I’m not as good at volleyball so I might lose your spot on the team.”

He shrugged. “No way! I’ll give coach my puppy dog face and say my boyfriend is sick so he’ll just bench me until we feel like switching back.” He dressed you hideously and made his way to the door.

You had one more chance.

Grrrrrrrrrr x2

“Okay...... but....Bo.....if we don’t switch back........................then we can’t have sex.”

this fucking loud owl-headass mf slowly turned around like: wait wahhhhhhhh—

You smirked

“Yeah. Sorry. I have no idea how to work this thing 🍆 nor do I want to. So you’ll never get to be inside me—or me Uh...I guess... me inside you—er—again!!! Unless you switch back—“

Your small body that your boyfriend was controlling slammed into his and Bokuto soaked his own chest with your tears.

Bo in your body:

“Y/N!!!!! I DON’T WANT TO BE A CHICK ANYMORE! CALL AKAASHIII. I’M SORRY! SWITCH BACK WITH ME NOW!”

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A/N: let the record show that I love Kōtarō with all my heart 😂

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