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strawberrystepmom · 28 days

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pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader

word count: 9.7k

contents: Canon compliant up to the events of JJK0, cult leader!Suguru, naive reader, slight age difference between reader and Geto (5 years), reader can see curses/has cursed energy but it is kept intentionally vague

cw: dark content | emotional manipulation, dubious consent, voyeurism, oral sex (m!receiving), spit, violence, descriptions of anxiety, mentions of religion and religious imagery, mind fuck-y

notes: so this is a remaster/full repost of unkindness that was on my old blog! i only got up to like the third segment in that post so i figured why not do it all at once. thank you for reading if you do and i hope that you enjoy my little story! ♡ | crossposted to ao3

When you were eight years old, sitting in your mother’s lap as she combed through your wet hair, you remember telling her about a recurring dream you had been having for weeks. You were nervous to tell her, your little hands balled into fists as they rested against your nightgown clad thighs.

“A raven,” you recount to her as she nods and gently uses the bristles of the comb to detangle a knot. “Bigger than any bird I’ve ever seen is in this dream every night, flying around over my head.” Your mother sighs and reassuringly pats your head. You hear the spritz of a spray bottle from behind you, a synthetic green apple scent filling your nostrils.

Telling her filled your stomach with anxiety, an issue you didn’t know you had at the time. You figured the world was just scary back then. You wish you could go back and tell yourself how right you were. About how scary the world is, anyway. To tell yourself about how everything will eventually end up likely wouldn’t change the outcome but at least you could say a few things.

“The raven comes to the ground eventually. He doesn’t fly over your head forever, instead he glides by your side.”

“The visions you’ve seen are real, you aren’t crazy.”

The most unbelievable thing of all?

“You end up in love and you end up losing yourself along the way.”

Back then though, you only had your mom and her words to illuminate the darkness you felt lurked around every corner.

“Have you ever heard of omens?”

Shaking your head, you turn to look at your mom who is tapping the edge of the comb against the heel of her hand. She’s chewing the inside of her cheek and you can tell she’s deciding what to say next to comfort you. Your mom has never been good at this kind of thing, a woman who never envisioned she would have a child with so much angst and fear.

“Sometimes we receive signs that something is going to happen in our lives even if we don’t understand them,” she starts. You hear her mouth open, as if she wants to add something additional, but you hear it snap shut as if she thought better of it. You nod once, signaling your understanding and she gets back to work at the stubborn tangle at the base of your skull without another word shared between the two of you.

You hate that this is the most vivid memory from your childhood.

You hate that you still have the dream.

You wake with a gasp, looking around and blinking as warm morning light filters through the window. Feeling around the bed, you wonder if Suguru is already up and moving for the day as your hands touch the duvet where he should be. It’s cold, as if nobody was there in the first place. Knowing that may have been the case anyway, you sigh and rub your hands over your face.

“Suguru?”

His name leaves your lips in a tentative manner and you look around the room to make sure he isn’t looking at the early morning sun or standing there watching you sleep. No matter how much of your life you spend with him, you’ll never get used to the feeling of those black diamond eyes following you everywhere you go. But finally, you are seen.

Four years spent with him and no one sees you like he does.

You were 18 years old, a few months from graduating high school, when Suguru approached you. The sight of a stranger raised your hackles, scared of the world at large at that point in your life, and you were concerned trouble was coming for you. All of the omens in your dreams would finally come true at the hands of this beautiful man, rising to his full height which is nearly towering over you. His hair was shorter then than it is now, just past his shoulders and tied in a neat half bun off of his face.

He looked like less of a god now than he did then but you knew it. The omnipresent feeling of him sticks in your bones. It’s the confidence that makes you stand with your back straight, that guides you through the worst of the days where he’s nowhere to be found.

Unable to find him, you shuffle back to the futon and lay down amongst blankets that smell like him. You’ve never been able to place the scent but you know it’s his. Wrapping yourself in the duvet, you let your mind wander back to all of those years ago.

“I know this seems sudden but I wanted to ask you about your gift.”

Mention of your gift, not that you’d ever call it that, makes you freeze. He notices your expression, wide eyed and haunted, and he fights the urge to smile at you. Just as he and everyone else suspected, you have no idea what you’re capable of. It would be a failing worthy of death to let Gojo find you first. Suguru couldn’t risk the bird dog finding his canary and dropping her off, bloodied and broken, on the doorstep of the Sorcerer community.

He wouldn’t allow it.

“M..my gift?” You repeat with uncertainty and he nods, bun bobbing against the back of his head as he does so. The situation is withering, a handsome stranger asking you about a secret you’ve kept hidden for your whole life while the sun beats down and makes you sweat. You wonder if you’re about to be killed.

“You are an exceptional young woman, do you know that?”

The background noise of the world fades out, the sound of the spring birds chirping disappearing as you blink once, twice, and you notice those dark eyes fixated on you. You blanch and avert your eyes. Were you even allowed to look at him? Dressed in such nice clothing with such a regal demeanor? Shaking your head, you play off the awkwardness with a humorless chuckle.

“You must be looking for someone else, sir.” Bowing your head as a sign of respect, you turn to walk away. “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

Before you can turn on your heel to walk away, you feel a large palm rest on your shoulder. You take note of the weight of it, the feel against your bones, and you wonder why this is happening to you? You are so afraid but you can’t run, you don’t have the guts for it. What do you do now?

Nothing. You do nothing, just as you’ve done your entire life. You let this strange man grab you, hold you, speak to you. Humiliation rises like bile in your throat and you turn to face him, astounded again by his beauty. The sunlight catches his dark eyelashes, warmth emanating from him. How can you walk away? You won’t walk away.

“I don’t want this to be more strange than it already is,” he starts, voice deep and dreamy. You could get lost in the baritone and the way it wraps around you but you choose instead to focus on his words to try and understand what he wants from you. “But I know you have something nobody else has. Abilities.”

He’s correct but you wonder how he could possibly know about your struggles. You have kept them to yourself for years even to the detriment of your own well being. Your mother and father both assume you’re deranged and there are times where you’ve wholeheartedly agreed with them since you began seeing the things that haunt you at every turn when you were 5.

“How do you know about that?”

The man shakes his head and holds his free hand ahead of him. “Why don’t you walk with me and we can talk some more?”

How can you say no with his hand on your shoulder? Turning on your heel to face him, you keep quiet and wait for further instructions. Your naturally submissive tendencies are serving you well in this situation and Geto doesn't hide his smug smile. You are perfect and he knew it.

As the two of you begin to pick up pace walking side by side, you anxiously keep your eyes glued to the ground. Being able to visualize each of your steps is keeping you calm and if you look down, there's less of a chance you'll see whatever is out there to scare you.

"Look at me."

He doesn't ask, he commands, and you listen. For the first time, you notice something perching on his shoulder. It's formless for the most part and less terrifying than what you usually see attached to others as they pass by you but you're intrigued nonetheless.

"Do you know about that....thing?" Pointing to his shoulder, he nods at you and you breathe a sigh of relief. "You see them also?"

A chuckle is his response and you ponder what it means while you wait for him to clear up your confusion. "I don't just see them, I control them."

The figure disappears quickly and you gasp, searching around your own feet and your shoulders to make sure he didn't order it in your direction to harm you.

"How?"

Despite your trepidation, Suguru can see the way that your eyes sparkle at the thought of someone being like you. He knows how it felt for him, too.

"I can show you and so can my friends." He watches your nose scrunch in confusion at his words and he laughs, amused. The sound is musical and uplifting and you feel yourself lightening up for the first time maybe in your entire life. Knowing you aren't alone has shifted your perspective more than you realized it would.

"There are more of you?"

"A couple dozen, yeah."

Nodding, you think for a moment. What if he can actually help you? What if these people are actually like you? What if you can find a place that suits you for the first time in 18 whole years?

"How can you help me?"

The man turns to you, knowing smirk in place across his mouth. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

You hate her.

Never in your life has such a bitter feeling gathered in the pit of your stomach. Your face flames every time Manami walks by, you can feel it and you know she can see it. Tonight, you are more glad than ever to be on kitchen duty even if it means having to listen to her cackle from the other side of the wall.

“Geto-sama!”

She sing-songs across the tatami with a giggle as Suguru traipses by en-route to have dinner with the group, seating himself at the head of the table as everyone else files in around it. You fight the urge to roll your eyes from where you’re standing next to Mimiko and Nanako, pouring hojicha into tea cups.

“Geto-sama,” you mock under your breath and Nanako giggles, dishing rice into bowls at your side. The two of you giggle together, a secret shared, as she begins to bring the dishes to the table for service. Sorting your tea cups, you count how many more servings you need as you look around the doorframe to see who is waiting.

Your relationship with Geto’s most trusted inner circle has expanded greatly since you first arrived months ago.

They knew better than to be outwardly distrustful of you. Aside from the twins, every one of them had set out to find Suguru and his group on their own. He found you. He brought you. He touted your abilities long before you arrived.

“She’s the perfect blank slate,” he gushed over dinner one night as the other members of the group listened enraptured. “We got to her just in time, too. My source says that Gojo was planning on paying her a visit.”

Your arrival was underwhelming. Greeted at the end of the footpath that leads to the front door by Miguel, Larue, Mimiko, and Nanako while Manami glowered from the porch with folded arms, you weren’t immediately made to feel welcome by anyone except for Suguru who continued to guide you along the property with your arm looped in his. She was scoping you out, taking an assessment. She believed you to be no threat. She believed wrong.

Tinkering with the last cup on the counter, you take one look into the dining room again and the realization that your usual spot is full makes you chuckle humorlessly. Not that you’re surprised, Manami has done all but piss all over Geto to mark her territory but the sight makes a bitter, sour feeling turn in your guts just the same. Your nose scrunches as if you’ve smelled something bad and you don’t immediately hear when someone else enters the kitchen to pick up the tea cups you are still filling.

“About ready?”

The voice you recognize as belonging to Mimiko calms you and you respond with a nod, wrapping your hand around the warmest cup as you take a breath and plaster a smile on. This one goes to the man himself and you feel eyes upon you as you offer it to him with a bow. His hand lingers on top of yours for a moment and you’re glad your face is pointed toward the ground, your flustered look hidden as long as you don’t make eye contact.

“We’re just waiting on you,” he chides lightly, always a stickler for timeliness. You lift your head to his view enough to offer an apologetic half smile. He pats the side of your face with his tea-warmed hand and your smile grows. Your eyes meet his rich, umber colored pair and you feel at peace. “Manami will be out of your spot by the time you get back.”

A small “oooooooh” breaks out around the table but the tension is quickly killed with a sharp look from Suguru. Everyone quietly begins shuffling their utensils and you don’t stick around to watch Manami’s rejection, scurrying back to the kitchen to gather your own rice and tea.

“I want to share a few moments after dinner, if you’d all like to stick around.”

Suguru’s words inspire nods and happy, affirmative hums and you catch the tail end of them as you settle next to him at the table. Your opposition glares icily from the other end of the table, the same look she kept plastered on her face the day you arrived, and you meet her eyes long enough to offer a sweet smile before bowing your head in thanks for the meal you were about to share.

“I’d especially like for you to stay,” he looks across the table at Manami who nods once before turning back to her plate. Her lips are pursed and her eyebrows are knit together in irritation but smugness glimmers in her eyes. “You too,” he says and you turn your head to see him glancing down at you. Fondness crinkles the corners of his eyes slightly and you shrink into yourself with a nod and a shy smile. “Of course.”

The rest of dinner goes as you’ve come to expect. The twins giggle and joke with every other member of the group and you all sit beneath the watchful eyes of your leader who sips at his own tea with a barely visible over the edge of his cup smirk but you can see it from where you sit. You can see the corners of his mouth upturned just enough it makes your heart flutter in your chest.

He looks down at you and thinks about how vulnerable you look. How little you hide, your emotions and yourself alike. Were you like this before he met you or is this his influence? He takes credit. He knows the way you flash fake nice shit eating grins in Manami’s direction is for his sake. His sweet little bird isn’t afraid to fight and he hoped that would be the case.

“Since we’re all here, I wanted to discuss a few things,” Geto clears his throat and sets his cup on the table in front of him. He basks as he feels every eye in the room turn toward him but none make him feel more intoxicated than yours. When he casts you a glance, you smile shyly. He wonders if you’ll do that forever, look at him as if he’s a savior on a big white horse. He hopes so.

“I want to make some changes in what we’ll all be doing around here,” his voice rings proud and clearly and you fight the urge to prop your head up with your hand girlishly to get a better look at him. A few people shift in their seated positions but you don’t glance around to find out who, gaze fixed upon the person you want to witness the most.

“Manami, your duties are changing.” Replacing the sound of shifting clothing is small gasping and murmuring. Manami has been Geto’s assistant for close to two years, a coveted spot amongst anyone in the group. “You will still be my personal assistant but only for off compound events and daytime hours.”

Grateful for your own refusal to look at the rest of the table, you can tune out the uncomfortable chatting. “I know this may be surprising but we have many things ahead of us we need to prepare for,” he starts and the noise quiets. “Manami is one of the brightest among us and she will excel no matter what she’s doing.”

Hearing him praise someone else makes your back stiffen, the urge to pick at the seam of your t-shirt making your fingers twist in the fabric idly. You’re grateful your grip is beneath the table, hidden from view. No one will suspect how you feel as long as you’re careful but you gasp as you feel two large, soft hands untangle your fingers from your shirt and squeeze them between their palms. Looking up you’re greeted by the handsome, vulpine smile of Geto and you feel another gentle squeeze of your hands.

You take a deep breath and ground yourself, focusing on his words as he opens his mouth.

“You will be my new on-premises and evenings assistant.” Despite your shock and the look on your face that shows it clear as day, you nod. “I would love to,” you clarify and he squeezes your hands once more as he rises and drops your clammy fingers back into your lap.

Standing at his full height, Geto smiles as he looks over the faces of everyone sitting around him. Even Manami is working to hide her pout, looking toward the ground but keeping a smile plastered on her face. You sit with your legs tucked beneath you, a shred of hope illuminating parts of you that you once saw as dark and empty.

You get to spend most of your day with Geto, most of your evenings too. Perhaps in that time he will finally have the opportunity to tell you about your gift. In 6 months you’ve learned as much as you knew the day you arrived but that may be soon to change. Giddiness makes you smile slightly, your face beaming as you keep it looking up.

Suguru extends his hand in your direction and your smile grows wider. Gingerly placing your palm in his, he helps you rise as he places his hands on either side of your face. You strain your neck glancing up at him, you’re only chest level or so to his massive form and you can feel him using his grip on your cheeks to lower your head. Once you’re gazing at the floor his lips graze your forehead and you gasp, fire erupting through your limbs.

“I’m going to teach you so much,” he coos as he uses his grip to turn your face back toward him. His eyes drink in the sight of you - the tip of your nose, the shape of your lips, and he smirks so quickly you swear you only imagined it. His thumbs graze your cheeks before he drops his grip and looks over your head at everyone else. That tall, dark shadow rests directly over you, though.

“You’re all dismissed, thank you for a lovely evening.”

Everyone stands and you stay facing Geto until all of the footsteps have filed out, waiting for his permission to leave next. You flinch slightly when his hands grip your face again, a natural reflex to the surprise of his touch, and he gazes at you silently for so long you stop keeping time. It could have been seconds, it could have been days - you will never know but you will accept it nevertheless.

“Come see me tomorrow morning,” he whispers and you nod. You can see his eyes flit from your eyes to your mouth and you wonder what he’s thinking. He dips his head slightly and you can feel his lips brush gently against yours, a kiss almost too small to be qualified as one. You shiver, his thumbs digging into the plump flesh of your cheeks.

“Yes sir.”

“Say that again,” he mutters against your lips. The vibrations of his words are directly on your skin and the heat that erupted in your limbs before has become a full blown fire, your face hot and your palms sticking together. “Yes sir.”

He presses another kiss to your forehead and releases his grip, straightening his back out as he walks toward the door and offers you a bow of his head. “Get some rest.”

You make certain he’s gone before you touch your fingers to your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as you commit the feel of his soft mouth on yours to memory. You won’t be sleeping tonight.

“Geto-sama?”

The sound of your meek voice alerts Suguru to your presence and he looks up from his usual place by the open sliding door between his room and the porch attached to it, a light breeze blowing his hair off of his shoulder. He looks ethereal and resembles a hero from a book you obsessively read as a child. Rescuing a sweet young woman from a life marred by sadness, the hero hauls her off to a place where she can be happy.

The irony isn’t lost on you.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” you start, clasping your hands together in front of you and he rises to standing, elegance exuding from him even in the most mundane of situations. He approaches you and gently rubs the back of your head and you fight the urge to lean into the touch. No amount of him feels like enough.

“You didn’t interrupt anything,” he responds with a serene smile, one you’ve noticed is just for you. He doesn’t smile at anyone else like that, not even Manami, and smugness rises in you for a split second before he speaks again. “What can I do for you?”

Clearing your throat, you look toward the ground and keep your hands linked. Geto recognizes the posture, something you do frequently when you want to speak, and he waits with his own hands joined inside of the sleeves of his yukata robes. He loves how naturally you submit to him, how you won’t even meet his eyes.

“Why am I here?”

If he’s surprised by your question, he doesn’t show it, but he does take a few strides to your side to place a comforting arm around your shoulder. Against your better judgment, you lean against him. Sides pressed together, you’re surprised when you feel the most minuscule squeeze of reassurance. Your heart threatens to burst as he leads you to where he was sitting and invites you to sit across from him, the two of you looking out at the sun setting on the horizon.

“Before I answer,” he adjusts his sitting position and turns to face you. The golden hour warmth hits his face and you swear, not for the first time, you are glancing at a deity. Something, someone, greater than yourself. You shouldn’t be this close to him and you start to spiral but his voice brings you out of your own mind and into reality, your gaze shifting from the ground to him. “Will you tell me why you’re asking?”

Twisting your fingers together and sitting your hands in your lap, you sigh.

You’re uncertain of how much time has passed since you left your old life behind to join him and while you do finally feel at peace with yourself, the natural pull you feel toward the man who brought you here in the first place hasn’t dissipated in the way you expected it to. It feels like an unfulfilled hunger, a need more than a simple want at this point, but how can you begin to tell him that?

“I’m afraid that if I tell you, you’ll see me differently.”

Your words finally get a rise from Suguru and he quirks one of his dark brows. The crack in his cool headed exterior makes you giddy - is that because of you? You’re dumbfounded when his posture changes and he scoots closer to you, your knees nearly touching his. Should you pick yours up and press them against your chest? To quell your own anxiety, you decide to follow his lead. You will only move if he does.

“Nothing you say will change my opinion of you.” He reaches out and touches your knuckles with the tips of his fingers and you feel heat rise through every inch of your body. The touch makes you feel emotional and you break the intense eye contact between the two of you to stare at the ground, hoping it will hide the tears that are threatening to spill down your lash line. “I brought you here.”

Nodding, you lift your still joined fists together and wipe your eyes and down your cheek with the back of one of your hands. Although you are still looking down, you can see Geto moving from your periphery and you wonder what he’s going to do next.

Concerned your display is upsetting him, you sit still and try to regulate your breathing to keep from sobbing but errant tears still flow. You feel Suguru’s finger before you realize what’s happening and you flinch slightly beneath his touch as he wipes the wet tracks off of your skin. He wipes his finger along the fabric of your yukata robe before wrapping both of your fists in one of his much larger hands.

“Please be honest with me.”

Thinking back to what prompted this need for confirmation of what you mean to him, you dig your nails into your palm until you’re certain marks will be left. Manami, someone who spends almost as much time around Geto as you do, comes into your mind and you gnaw on your lower lip as you think about the jealousy churning in your gut. Why does she get to be there to help him make decisions? Why does she get to watch while he’s in meetings? Why did you see her leaving his room last week, hours before dawn?

Knowing it should be you is the emboldening thought you need to open your mouth.

“Do I mean anything to you?”

Feeling him squeeze your fists, the palm of his hand warm and comforting, you release the breath you’ve been holding. For better or worse, you’re about to find out and although your mind is racing, willing yourself to be calm comes easy in his presence. As if you needed further confirmation of everything he has done for you at a moment when you’re demanding something you feel unreasonable for wanting.

“You mean everything to me, you’re our future.”

His confirmation makes you weep. Tears flow freely, dripping down your cheeks and they hit the knuckle of Suguru’s thumb. You should feel guilty, you think, for putting him in a position to have to answer to you but cannot bring yourself to do it. You shouldn’t have had to wait more than a year to know but forgiveness is easy when it comes to him. If anyone should be sorry it’s you for questioning him in the first place and so you begin to ask for forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry for asking, Geto-sama.”

You feel him pulling you into his lap, his strong hands wrapping around your hips and the blood rushes into your face. Perching with uncertainty, your bottom rests against his thigh and it feels natural. All of the yearning couldn’t have prepared you for this feeling and you sigh as he brings one of his large hands to cup the back of your neck, his voice so close to your ear it makes goosebumps erupt across your skin.

“Call me Suguru from now on,” he whispers, a secret for your ears only. You feel his lips press against the space where your jaw and neck meet, another secret for the two of you to keep. Everyone on the compound would view you differently if they knew this was happening but you don’t care. You can’t care, not when he’s running his palms up your waist and unfastening your robe.

The opened door with a view of the outside doesn’t concern you as Suguru’s deft fingers work at the knot keeping you decent, the same breeze that rustles his hair that has always reminded you of feathers blowing across your bare chest as the robe is worked down around your waist. Your nipple stiffens and Geto reaches to pinch it between his thumb and index finger, making you yelp.

“How long have you wanted this, my little bird?” He wonders aloud and you almost feel as if he isn’t speaking to you at all, he merely wants you to listen and to witness. “Since you met me?”

He knows the truth just as he knows the way you’re looking at him. Eyes lidded, cheeks puffed out, lips wet with your own spit. You’re never going to leave his side.

“Tell me the truth,” he pinches your nipple once more and you arch your back, lip jutting out at the roughness of the feeling. Nobody has ever touched you like this before and the feeling is electric. Despite the fuzziness in your brain, the heady arousal clouding your every thought, you wet your lips with your tongue and speak.

“So long, Suguru.”

He smirks knowingly and lowers his head to suck your breast into his mouth, his warm tongue lapping at your skin. It’s nothing short of heaven, you think. This is how it always should have been. His hands travel from the dip of your waist to your hips, pulling the fabric of your robe further down to expose more of you to his hungry eyes. You reach out toward his face, your fingers tentatively brushing against his lower lip and he releases your nipple from his mouth.

“Can I touch you too?”

Another whisper, another secret. A predatory gleam shines in Suguru’s eyes and you wiggle against his lap, keeping your fingertips pressed against his mouth. He puckers and kisses them gently, reaching to grab your wrist. He places your hand against the bulge beneath his robes, covering your delicate fingers with his own.

“You can,” he uses his grip on your hand to press the heel against his hard cock and he hisses through his teeth. You admire the way his throat looks when his head is tipped back in pleasure, his Adam's apple bobbing. How is everything he does so effortlessly beautiful, you wonder. Your attention is recaptured by his voice. “But first, how long?”

Your wide eyed, parted lip expression only serves as further fuel for the blood pumping between his legs. You look so innocent, the same as you did when he felt the first of your defenses crumble, the day he approached you to come with him. It strikes him as funny that both times, your vulnerability is because he has put his hands on you. Nervously, you shift in his lap and he presses you closer to his body to keep you from going any further.

“Since the first day,” you admit, to him and yourself for the first time. He smirks, molding your hand around his bulge and you squeeze. Another hiss from him is all you want, the noise motivating you to offer yourself further. Using your free hand, you slip out of your robe the rest of the way and for the first time, you're bare to his eyes.

"Look at you." Your face heats and you feel your posture collapse in on itself, shoulders slumping after being so seen. "Show me how well you listen."

His command drips with condescension but you’re too awed to notice. When you nod, he gently nudges you off of his lap and you tuck your legs beneath you. Watching as he rises, you stay seated and admire the way those same lithe fingers that were just caressing your overheated skin work at the knot in his own robes.

Those dark eyes glance down at where you kneel on the ground and he gently smooths his hand over the top of your head and slides it into place along your cheek to cup your face. Using his grip to force you to look at him, you do and appear dazed. Transfixed, perhaps, would be better.

“I’ve always known,” Geto unfastens the knot in his robe fully and you gasp at the sight of his nude form backlit by dusk right outside the door. He’s tall and broad and you can’t look away. “That you would realize.”

Pumping his hand along his impressive length, you bite your tongue to keep from eagerly interrupting him. You want to touch him so badly, you have to sit on your hands like a child to keep from approaching sooner than you should. Before you can think any further about his words, he walks a few steps and the sticky head of his cock nearly brushes your soft, swollen mouth.

“I knew it was you from the moment we met.”

He hangs his head just low enough that you feel the words are truly meant just for you and you shiver. As you wait for further instruction, he squeezes your cheek and jaw in the palm of his hand. Your eyes don’t leave him once.

Suguru has always prided himself on his ability to break people down - to their core, their most base selves in every sense of the word. Usually there’s a moment where he can see in their eyes that they have been broken, cloudy and glossy. Yours have looked like that since he met you.

“This is what devotion gets you.” His words make you shiver as he uses his free hand to point the head of his cock at your lips, rubbing the sticky tip along your pouty mouth. Sitting still as stone and waiting for his directions, he gently pulls your face toward his pelvis and his tip pops into your mouth. A long, low moan leaves him and you squirm at the sound. “Just relax for me, okay?”

Suguru releases his grip on your cheek and moves to palm the back of your head, fingers finding an easy and natural grasp on your skull. You take a deep breath and look up at him with watery eyes and he chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re perfect,” he breathes toward the ceiling and you tense slightly as he uses his grip to move more of his cock between your lips. “Stay relaxed, baby. It’s okay.”

Your head bobs slightly and he groans again and you wonder what it will take to get him to make that noise again, the deep guttural moan sending shockwaves to your clit. You want to rut against something, to feel the pressure release in your stomach and between your legs, but Geto is your first priority.

Experimentally, you dip your face toward the dark hair at the base of his thick cock and you gag a bit as more of his length slips down your throat. The grip on the back of your head tightens and he gasps. Lifting your eyes in his direction for just a moment, you whine at the sight of him with his head thrown back in pleasure. Open mouthed, eyes shut tightly, every muscle in his neck bulging - you love it. If you were a more artistic person, you’d find a way to capture this forever but for now you commit the vision to memory and allow him to thrust his hips so that the remaining length of him dips fully between your lips. The tip of your nose brushes his pubic hair and you moan and gag around his length, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. Using the thumb of his free hand, Suguru brushes your tears away and it makes you sob and gag.

“Oh, don’t give up on me now,” he comforts from above, brows furrowed as his hips jerk and your nose continually bumps against his pelvis. Finding a rhythm, he listens to the noises coming from between your lips with every stroke and he feels himself getting closer. His balls tense and his cock twitches and he isn’t willing to prolong the wait any longer than it has already been.

“Open up, keep your tongue out, just like that,” he instructs as he releases his cock from between your lips with a sticky and wet pop, jerking his hand along his spit covered shaft right above your lips and chin and nose. “Stay just like ahhh-,” his words are cut short with a pleasured shout as he shoots translucent ropes of cum across your spit soaked face. A splash lands across your tongue and you note the salty taste - something you’ll associate with just Suguru for as long as you live.

Wrist pumping until he feels fully emptied, he takes a deep breath and covers himself halfway. His lean torso is visible and you feel your cunt throb at the sight and part of you wonders if he’s going to do the same for you - if he’ll kneel between your legs and worship your pussy like he hasn’t had a meal in days.

“Miguel, Manami, you can come in now.”

The deep voice filling your ears makes you scramble to cover yourself with your arms, your breasts and back bare to the open sliding door. The pair make their entrance and you keep your face pointed toward the ground, tears spilling hot down your cheeks. Suguru pats the back of your head as he walks back toward the tatami and sits, patting the spot next to him for you.

“Had some other business to take care of, please forgive my rudeness.”

You stay frozen in place but you can feel the eyes of your compatriots on your sticky face, remnants of Geto clinging to your cheeks.

Days spent on the compound are simultaneously mind-numbingly boring and some of the busiest you’ve ever had.

Each morning, you rise with the sun and watch her from the window that is on the wall opposite where you lie. Most of the time you are on your side, arms wrapped around yourself, in your bed or Suguru’s depending on the events of the evening prior. He most often has you visit him in his quarters and you appreciate the near luxurious gift of privacy on those evenings. It’s far less private in your own room, thin walls separating yourself and whoever is in the room next to yours, although everyone seems to know exactly what Geto uses you for and has since your arrival.

He honors you by allowing you to love him, you remind yourself while the dark thoughts swirling in you churn. They’ll be chased away by the sun and by his presence when he returns to his room where you lay. His side of the futon is empty, already made up as if he were never there, so you allow your mind to wander. If he’s feeling generous, maybe today he will have lunch with you or even better, he’ll finally allow you to begin training your cursed energy into something more than a never-ending sinking feeling in your guts.

He promised you a very long time ago he would help you learn about your own abilities. It seems ungrateful to still long for usefulness considering you know exactly what your role is, yet you can’t help but wish to find this key to understand yourself that seems to always be out of reach.

Tracking the time fell away from you long ago, not long after the first time you were intimate with the man you so dutifully serve. Autumn gave way to winter which faded into a difficult to remember spring followed by the once again balmy days of summer. Again and again and again. Cicadas ring out across the secluded surroundings of the compound morning to night. You blink as they instruct you to rise, singing a tune even more rehearsed than the mechanical beeps of the alarms you used to set on your phone. How long has it been since you’ve had a phone?

Does it matter?

Months or years may have passed but you find that you don’t care all that much. Time passes the same without being able to watch it, a voice that sounds a lot like Geto’s reminds you in the back of your head. You are here forever as part of your purpose to serve his goals and time is just a construct.

When’s the last time you felt like yourself?

Last night, when his satisfaction was the only thing you had to be concerned about, you chide yourself silently. You sound ungrateful to your own ears even if you don’t speak, these endlessly appearing questions becoming more aggravating with each second that passes, and you are annoyed and angry when you rise from Suguru’s bed, re-knotting the tie of your yukata. The shoji is open and he stands just outside of it wearing a cotton robe of his own, sunlight silhouetting him.

He’s a God, you remind yourself, though it doesn’t kill the bitter taste in your mouth the way it usually does. Shuffling toward the door, you take a deep breath and call out his name from inside, his face turning toward you. This makes the bitter taste turn into something sweet you wish to taste again, a soft smile replacing your uncertain frown.

“Good morning,” he calls toward you, sweeping his hand out in front of you to indicate where he’d like you to be. You dutifully follow the wordless instructions and arrive at his side with a smile, squinting in the early morning light.

“Good morning, Suguru. How did you sleep?” Smiling down at you, he gently takes your hand. “As well as I always do when you’re in my bed.”

The compliment and his touch make you feel girlish, heat rising in your face. To be a God’s beloved concubine is an honor, one you rarely take for granted even in your weakest moments. He has given you purpose, motivation, and an understanding you would not have found in a world with people who are unlike you.

Yet that same pit in your stomach lingers. He can tell, narrowing his eyes when he glances at you again though you avert your gaze.

“What’s on your mind?”

A tight smile slips across your face, measured and careful; similar to the one you always give Manami when she’s swearing her devotion to him at dinner or after the congregation. You want to tell him the truth, to open up and make him understand your need to be useful, but the words stick inside of you.

“Nothing, I just didn’t sleep very well.”

It isn’t exactly a lie but he knows that it isn’t the entire truth and his blood runs cold wondering what you’re hiding. You are usually so placid around him, glassy eyes and subdued smiles with averted eyes, but he can feel the anxiety flaring from your body. Are you unhappy? Is the spell he has held over you weakening? Does he need to scare you into reminding you of where your place is, the way he has with so many others?

Tutting gently, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his side.

“Speak freely, I value everything you have to say.”

Lulled into a false sense of security, you look at him out of the corner of your eye.

“May I train with you today?”

Suguru laughs, lifting his hand and gently brushing his thumb against your chin. He’s always touching you when it’s just the two of you, hands rubbing your forearms or fingers pressed against your face. He’s a sculptor and what are you if not simply the clay he’s molding beneath his touch, smoothing out edges and reshaping you from the bottom up into something you aren’t sure you recognize anymore which is how he has always intended things to be. His perfect blank slate, he said so many years ago. There isn’t a time where you haven’t proven it to be true even if you need a reminder.

“Why?”

The tone of his voice makes you feel foolish for asking and your sidelong glance turns to the ground beneath you. Subservience is a practice and one you tend to be good at, evidence provided in the form of your refusal to make eye contact even when he begins speaking again.

“I’ll protect you from anything that could hurt you. You know that, right?” He furrows his brow, one of his hands wrapped around your forearm while the other remains on your chin. “You are safe here. Nothing here can or would hurt you, not while you’re in my care. Isn’t that enough for you? You demand training so you can, what? Fight?” Chuckling and finishing with a haughty sigh, he shakes his head. “You don’t have a fight in you, little girl. You never have.”

Defenses faltering, you laugh to yourself and up at him, sensitive eyes once again squinting when faced with the grace of the higher being in front of you. Of course he’s keeping you from having to enter battles you aren’t equipped for, isn’t that what he has been doing this entire time? Protecting you from those shadows that have lurked over your shoulder and kept you from sleeping since you were a child, comforting you, blessing you.

Your rudderlessness isn’t Suguru’s fault, it’s simply your own for assuming you know more than he does.

Nobody knows you like he does. They never will.

“Please forgive me, Geto-sama.”

You call him Suguru in pleasure and Geto-sama in exaltation, raising it to the heavens that put him on the earth. Moving to fall to your knees before him in apology for making him believe his protection isn’t enough, he stops you with a firm hand on your shoulder. His thumb digs into your collarbone, somewhere between painfully and pleasurably, and you remain standing on wobbly feet with a dumbfounded expression.

“I already have. For everything.”

There is so much you’ve done since you’ve arrived, so much to be forgiven for. Questioning him, doubting your place with him, doubting others, speaking with a jealous tongue and thinking poisonous thoughts. You accept his grace with a smile, tears rimming your eyes. You have always been told that forgiveness grants freedom, the wind at your back and the sun on your face. You feel it on this day, gazing up at a man who has saved you time and time again despite your own folly.

Nodding and sniffling, you shut your eyes to stop yourself from open mouthed sobbing in thanks. You don’t deserve this and never have.

“I’m going to tell you something I’ve told nobody else, okay?”

The assertion that he still trusts you despite your disrespect makes you emotional again, eyes opening and tears falling while you nod.

“I love you.”

I love your devotion to me, he means, though you’ll never read between the lines to consider that the truth is that you are just a pawn to a man you’ve dedicated your existence to pleasing. Your body, your words, even the way you enter a room have all been carefully trained to suit him. You’ve been broken by his hands and he is always in a hurry to remake you, fashioning you into something once again useful.

“That’s why you’re here, little bird. To be safe and loved, not to fight or grow jealous or be angry with me. Are you angry with me?” You shake your head quickly, leaning into his touch with furrowed brows. He drops his hand from your chin and wraps his arm around your waist. “Never, Suguru.”

“Then don’t ask about training again, understood? Trust me to take care of you.”

And trust you do, nodding and finally letting that open mouth sob escape. He does a bit more tutting and his large hands paw at your body, yanking at the knot keeping your robe closed, roughly cupping your breast when the fabric falls open. Tears drip down your cheeks and onto the back of his hand, just how he likes it, and his tongue pokes out from between his teeth as he glances down at you.

“Do you trust me?”

This isn’t even close to the first time that he has asked but he needs to know just how many pieces he has smashed you into. He flexes his hand, squeezing your breast, further punctuating the point he’s trying to make - every little bit of you is his to have, to control, to make, to break, to feel.

“More than anything, Suguru, I swear.” Your legs ache to once again fold and bring you to your knees, the way you best know how to prove your regret, but you remain standing, lower lip quivering. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Your apology is a mantra you repeat as his hand dips lower beneath your robe, grazing the soft skin of your stomach and hip. Roughly wrapping a hand around said hip, he pulls you against his body, cold glance locked on your puffy, wet eyes. Despite himself, he smirks down at you, head tilted to the side. His hair is a black curtain that falls over both of you, soft strands resting against your bare torso and arm.

“Do you love me?”

You do not have to think about your answer though it shakes when it leaves your mouth, your lungs begging you to gulp down enough air to replace what you’ve let escape through sobs.

“I love you so much.” You shake your head and sob again. “Please, please believe me”

You feel like a half-formed thing, ready to be made over however he sees fit.

“I believe you, no need to cry,” he assures you, grip on your hip tightening. You breathe through your open mouth and he takes the opportunity to bring his thumb to your face once again, pulling your jaw down and widening your mouth. You know what’s coming next, heat stirring from deep within you despite your sorrow, before he even commands it.

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth and he spits down onto the muscle.You roll it back into your mouth in an instant, grateful for the opportunity to have even the tiniest piece of him in you, his eyes following your throat as you swallow. Communion, consumption of him to purify yourself from the inside out. The ultimate apology until he can use your cunt to fulfill himself later, although he wants to take you now, right here, inviting everyone out to see the work of a master craftsman.

Sobs gradually give way to less powerful sniffles, you squint up at him with your skin exposed and his touch and his hair and his scent and wonder what you were even wishing would happen in the first place. That he’d train you to do what, exactly? This is what you were meant to do.

“Do you feel better?”

You nod and he smiles down at you, the same measured smirk he always wears. He leans down and kisses your forehead, pulling up the sleeve of your robe to give you some semblance of modesty but leaving it open as he ushers you back inside, sliding the shoji shut behind him. Suguru crowds you into the room, leading his nearly lost lamb toward the futon while untying his own robe.

“Now, apologize like you mean it.”

Now, you fall to your knees, grateful he’s allowed you to show how sorry you are in the shadows of his room instead of by the light of the sun.

“War is on the horizon.”

Sitting with your legs tucked beneath you at Suguru’s side on the elevated platform at the front of the room, you keep your eyes downcast while he addresses his congregation. This is your role, it has been for a very long time now, and you’ve learned to ignore curious onlookers or newcomers who will never be able to fathom such fanatical love.

You love him so much you silence yourself. You sit by his side, so quiet you may as well be nothing but air. You have never learned how to defend yourself or even delved into the curses that used to weigh you down; freedom from these responsibilities came in the form of surrendering yourself fully to him. Body, mind, soul, all tied to his whims. You are a puppet on a string and he is free to move you in whichever way he chooses.

Just the way you like it.

“I’ve officially made the declaration to Satoru Gojo himself.”

For the first time in years, you look up when you are meant to look down, the anxious murmuring of the crowd making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You know what happens when the congregation disagrees or questions their leader and he rises with a flourish, petting the back of your head gently before stepping off of the platform.

“Do I sense disagreement?”

Looking every bit the apex predator that he is, you dare keep your gaze trained on his back rather than the floor. His head swivels from one prostrate form to another, seeking out anyone who dares disagree with his plans. Foreheads touch the ground below them, the ultimate show of devotion, yet one head remains raised and Suguru chuckles as he approaches the newcomer.

You don’t know their name, you realize. You stopped bothering to learn the newcomer’s names given how little interaction you have with them. They’re nothing but faces to be forgotten about after they have spoken out of turn and met their end at the hands of the man standing with his chin held high.

“Is there something you’d like to say?”

Whatever boldness was previously etched into the face of the man kneeling before Suguru has very clearly disappeared but tension flares through the room regardless. You know that whatever choice he makes, however he chooses to deal with this foolish man, is exactly what he deserves. To spit in the face of God is bold and everyone has to learn their place eventually.

You certainly have.

“N-no, no. Please forgive me, Geto-sama.”

Suguru clicks his tongue, turning to face the rest of his family with his arms spread wide, face turned toward the ceiling. Your eyes are to be trained on the ground but you drink in the sight of him standing amongst the mortals who have always believed they know better than he does.

“What do you think I should do to the non-believer today?”

The question is rhetorical. At least, the silent room treats it that way, no one rushing to answer. Everyone knows to only speak when spoken to, even the inner circle who welcomed you years ago keep their foreheads pressed to the ground. He quietly pads through the crowd again, headed back toward you, and your eyes meet the ground swiftly to avoid being punished for looking at him out of turn.

“Look at me.”

Yours are the only pair of eyes he ever truly cares to have on him. Following the command, you glance up at him, remaining with your knees tucked beneath you and your hands folded in your lap. The way he looks down at you is as tender as he will ever get, even his softness is cold and harsh, but he speaks loudly enough that even the room behind him can hear that he values your opinion above the rest of them.

“What do you think I should do with him?”

Smiling back at him, your glassy eyes meet his and you say exactly what you know he wants to hear.

“Kill him, Suguru.”

Smirking, he reaches down to pinch your chin between his index finger and thumb like he always does when you are performing as expected. It isn’t a performance anymore, if it ever was, it’s simply the way you feel when it comes to those who oppose him. He wags your head back and forth before dropping the touch completely, turning around and leaving you facing his back.

Your eyes dart toward the ground once more. You were not instructed to look at him.

Geto walks through the rows of people once more, reaching to touch the backs of each of their heads while he passes, finally stopping in front of his target. His hands rest in the opposite sleeve of each of them and he bends at the waist, offering the same smile he gives to all of his victims.

“Well, unfortunately, your fate has been chosen. You may as well speak now while you still have the chance.”

A curse materializes, brought to this realm by the man in front of you, and you keep your eyes trained on the ground while screams and the sound of the rending of flesh fill the congregation room.

You’ll only look up once you’re instructed, as always.

#geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #kendall writes

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riotkayla · 2 years

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Finding the Truth: part four

Synopsis: Christmas is around the corner, and Eddie is trying to ask a very important question. The Wiggles are metal.

TW/Warnings: none, just fluff and domestic shit

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“Will y’gotta hold still,” Eddie sat on the bed wrangling Willow attempting to tame the chaos of curls she inherited from him. “Willow Joan if you don’t sit still-“

“Sowwey daddy,” the girl finally settled between his knees, a Barbie in hand. Eddie took the spray bottle to her hair, the fine mist dampening the copper locks. Another hand gathered the ringlets and attempted to create a ponytail. Every time he thought it would look good, a chunk of hair would fall out of the hair band. Willow enjoyed having her hair played with and didn’t mind it taking ten times longer than when you fixed it.

“God, how does your mom do this,” Eddie huffed, taking the hair bow out of her hair. You turned the water off in the shower and stepped out into the steamed room, Eddie hearing you and calling out “Baby! Can you help?” You let out a laugh. “Jesus Christ you need like three hands to do this.”

You wrapped your robe around you, tying the sash tight while pushing the door open and allowing the steam to drift into the bedroom where the Munson duo sat. Eddie looked relieved to see you. He had tried to help out the best he could but that Munson hair was just hard to tame.

Things had moved fast, faster than you anticipated. After an eventful night of trick or treating, Willow and Eddie had fallen asleep on the couch. You couldn’t bear to tear them apart and instead covered them up in their spot. You thought that would be the only time but slowly Eddie started spending the night. After bath time and stories, you and Eddie would sit on the back porch sipping on something a little stronger than Willow’s apple juice and talk about your day, it was only natural that eventually he would follow you upstairs and fall asleep. “Just like old times,” he would mumble when his head hit the pillow. The few nights in mid-November he had to go to Indianapolis to talk with the record company about the next album, you tossed and turned all night. You couldn’t sleep without him next to you. Definitely just like old times. By Thanksgiving, Eddie had a drawer in your room and with Christmas rolling around he was almost completely moved into the house.

You shooed Eddie from the spot on the bed, spritzing her hair a few times and gathering the hair into a ponytail, setting down the spritzer, and grabbing the comb. You raked the teeth through her roots, gathering every strand into your grasp. Finally, you wound the pink elastic around the curls a few times until it was secure. Eddie stared, his mouth hanging open in disbelief at how easy it was for you.

“Why can’t my hair look like daddy,” Willow patted at her smoothed-out mane, pouting at you.

“When you get back from gramps house today I’ll take it down and show you how to headbang, ‘Kay?” Eddie crouched down to her level, offering her his fist. Willow butted her tiny fist against his with an enthusiastic head-bob.

——-

“What about this?” Eddie held up a little denim jacket with a grin. “I can put patches on it. Start her own little punk jacket.”

“Yes because the Wiggles are so punk rock,” you rolled your eyes as he placed the jacket in the buggy. “Seriously Ed. What are we getting her for Christmas this year?”

The two of you had been to every toy store in the area. Searched high and low for a toy she didn’t already have, or a type of clothing article she would wear. At the moment she was very into trying to look like her dad. It was adorable.

“I dunno,” he shrugged, moving to another clothing rack to look through the pink frills. “We could give her a brother or sister.” He offered with a smirk.

“Oh no, she just got potty trained. I am not about to start changing diapers again so soon Munson,” you lightly shoved the shopping cart into his leg. “Besides, I’m going to be married the next time I have a kid.”

“S’that so?”

“Plus, I am not about to go through another pregnancy in the god-awful Indiana summer,” you hadn’t been paying attention to Eddie as you rambled. All you could think about were dirty diapers and the exhaustion that came with being heavily pregnant during the hottest months of the year. “It’s pure torture, absolute- what the hell are you doing?”

Eddie was caught, emerald stone in the palm of his hand when you turned to face him. He had his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth trying to concentrate on holding the ring and clasping the necklace around his neck. “Give me a minute,” he struggled and eventually got the clasp fixed. He extended his hand, your old ring sparkling. “Y’said so yourself- you wanna be married before we have our next one.”

“So you thought it would be a great idea to propose to me in the Walmart toddler section?”

“I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“You are unbelievable Eddie,” you shook your head, leaning back and gazing at your ring. “I’m not accepting, you’re gonna have to do better than this.”

“Oh c’mon bug, you know you wanna,” he taunted you, pushing the stone closer to you. “Pretty sure everyone already thinks we’re married anyway.”

You pushed his hand away, frowning. “Seriously Eddie. I want you to propose to me for real. Not just offering me my ring randomly. Make it count this time…”

You watched him frown, lips turning into a pout as he placed the ring on his pinky finger. All you could do was roll your eyes, pulling him in for s tiny peck on the lips. “Don’t propose on Christmas either, you’ve already done that one.”

“Jesus Christ, why are you making this so hard?”

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Multicolored lights wrapped around the tiny front porch banister, reflecting in the eyes of Willow and Dustin as they sat outside watching Eddie shovel the driveway. Dustin was supposed to be helping but of course, the minute Will laid eyes on him he couldn’t do anything else.

“Y’know I would appreciate it if you would, I dunno, grab a shovel and help out,” Eddie barked, leaning against the Station Wagon.

“Who’s gonna watch the little princess?”

“Her mother, who happens to be inside.”

“I wanna be out hewe with you,” Willow shifts in Dustin’s lap, trying to look at her dad. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“Awe you almost done?”

“Almost baby, I gotta few more feet to go. Y’wanna go inside where it’s warm?” He could see the pink creeping up her nose as she shook her head. Recently she had become clingy to both of you, you weren’t sure what it was. This week it was Eddie’s turn, she only wanted him to cuddle and play with. Sighing Eddie put back the shovel where he found out, bounded up the stairs and scooped his kid out of Dustin’s lap. “C’mon kiddo let’s get you some hot chocolate.”

You were curled up in the chair, a fluffy blanket pulled into your lap delving into a book when the front door burst open, bringing in wintery air. “Fair maiden, would you be so kind to make a hot beverage for us wearily travelers?” Eddie called from the doorway, stepping out of his boots. You glanced up smiling at the sight. Willow was wrapped in different blankets, only her fave could be seen. Eddie had snow in his hair and all over his jacket. Dustin looked fine, just a little cold.

“There’s some ready in the kitchen with some marshmallows ready for you.”

Willow yelled out what you assumed is a “huzzah” as the trio trampled into the tiny space. You turned your attention back to the book in your hand and tried to reinvest yourself into the story.

“So how’re you gonna propose to her?” Dustin asked, looking at the calendar on the wall. It had started to fill up with dates, December 31st circled in red and in Eddie’s sloppy handwriting ‘Corroded Coffin playing @ Hideout 4 NYE show’

“Well I was going to do it on Christmas morning but she shot that idea down real fast,” he sighed, watching Willow sip her drink. “I dunno, maybe it’s too soon. Maybe I should wai-“

“Do it New Year’s Eve, at the Hideout. See if Wayne or her mom will watch Willow for the rest of the night and when the countdown starts to happen, propose.” Dustin shrugged finally peeling his eyes from the calendar on the wall.

Eddie turned to Willow, eyes bright with the idea. “You can’t tell mommy what you heard, ‘kay?”

“Okay daddy,” she nodded her head, curls bouncing everywhere.

#eddie munson #eddie munson ff #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie my love #eddie munson x female reader #finding the truth

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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Persuading the Innocent

Part 3 of the fall of the queen story. So I don't know how this piece became as long as it did. I had fun writing it, so there's that. I hope you like it, and thank you for reading it!

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Umji x Eunha x Sinb x M reader

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“Mr. President, I am telling you that we can’t allow this to continue any longer; we must take disciplinary action.”

“I understand what you’re saying, Ms. Yewon, but we have no evidence of them doing what you’re claiming, so unless you manage to bring any in, we have our hands tied and can’t take this any higher.”

Kim Yewon, also known as Umji, takes her things and storms out of the president of the student union’s meeting room. She grumbles to herself about getting that evidence. Umji would spend the next few days scouting the areas that you, Eunha, and SinB usually went through. While the three of you went about your day, Umji would be watching from afar, trying to get pictures to prove her accusations against you. Those accusations against you were indecent exposure and corruption of the student body. The first one was spot on, but the second was debatable for you. While you wouldn’t know this information until later, Eunha and SinB quickly figured out that someone was watching. On one of the days that you were away from them, they lured Umji into a secluded area of the school to catch her. Heading down one of the lonely hallways of the school, the two girls duck out of sight of Umji as they turn the corner. Umji was unaware that she was being lured into a trap. As she turns the corner, Umji is grabbed by the two girls. Covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming, they take her back to SinB’s room and toss her onto the couch.

SinB starts the interrogation, “So Umji, why have you been following us? Don’t try to deny it. We already know you’ve been following us.”

Umji stays silent as she sits on the couch. Eunha takes a seat next to her. “Don’t be shy; you can tell us.”

Umji’s silent resistance irks the two as they continue to try and get an answer from her. After a while, SinB tells Eunha to get the bottle.

“What’s the bottle?” These are Umji’s first words to the girls, mild concern in her voice.

“It’s just something to loosen you up a bit. Eunha and I have been using it recently whenever we have some fun with our master.” SinB’s smirk unsettles Umji as Eunha returns with an unmarked spray bottle. “Why don’t you take a deep breath?” SinB asks as she spritzes Umji with the contents of the bottle. Umji smelled the sickly sweet scent of the spray as she breathed it in. It wasn’t like she could hold her breath forever after all. SinB puts an arm around Umji, and her other hand grips Umji’s thigh, slowly making its way under her skirt. Eunha sits on the other side of Umji, turning Umji's head to face her before going in for a kiss. Umji tried to resist at; first, but her head began to grow hazy from whatever she was sprayed with. Eunha’s soft lips press against Umji’s, Umji opens her mouth, and Eunha takes the opportunity to play with her tongue. SinB’s hand reaches Umji’s crotch and traces the outline of her pussy. Eunha and SinB nod to each other before they pull back from Umji’s body. When Eunha broke the kiss, Umji leaned forward to try and keep it going.

“So Umji, why were you following us?”

“I was trying to get proof to get you all in trouble,” Umji says as she continues to try and kiss Eunha. “Please, just one kiss,” Umji begs Eunha. Eunha presses her finger onto Umji’s lips.

SinB whispers into Umji’s ear, “Why would you want to get us in trouble? Is it because you’re jealous of us?” Umji shakes her head.

“I’m not jealous; it isn’t right for you to do all those things in public.” She says trying to remain tied to her morals.

“Umji, you’re a virgin, aren’t you? You wouldn’t understand. Why don’t you let us show you a whole new world.” SinB retorts. Eunha goes back to kissing the helpless girl next to her. At the same time, SinB goes back to rubbing Umji’s clothed pussy. Umji moans into her kiss. SinB stops her motions. “Let’s get rid of these clothes.” The girls strip Umji of her uniform and underwear before taking their own off. SinB gets between Umji’s legs and pulls her closer. SinB plants kisses up Umji’s inner thighs before reaching her lower lips. She starts outlining Umji’s pussy with her tongue before spreading her folds with her hands. SinB snakes her tongue through Umji’s pussy; Umji moans at this intense newfound pleasure. At the same time, Eunha starts sucking on Umji’s modest chest, her tongue licking and swirling around Umji’s rosy nipples. Under the ministrations of the two girls, Umji is quick to orgasm. Umji’s hips buck upwards instinctively as she cums all over SinB’s face. Once she comes down from her orgasm, Umji’s body goes limp on the couch.

“SinB, should we use it on her?”

“Oh, you’re right, we should!” SinB says excitedly as she recognizes what Eunha means. She wipes Umji’s juices from her mouth before going to her bedroom and returning with a small double-sided strap-on and a bottle of lube. “We should leave her pussy for him and get her ready for later,” SinB says. Umji, as she starts to refocus, doesn’t understand what they mean.

Eunha flips Umji over, her face now on the couch seat. She takes the lube from SinB and puts some on her index and middle finger.

“What are you guys do- ahh” Umji doesn’t finish her sentence as she lets out a slight moan once she feels Eunha's fingers enter her asshole.

“I’m getting you ready for master; he likes to use every hole the first time,” Eunha explains to the poor girl. Eunha's fingers explore Umji’s asshole, sometimes spreading her fingers apart, stretching out Umji. Unaware of what SinB was doing, Umji had no idea that she had put on the small strap-on and had started stroking it to cover it in lube.

“I’m ready, Eunha” The petite girl retracts her fingers from inside Umji. SinB presses the head of the strap-on against Umji’s asshole. Umji’s body squirms under SinB as she pushes forward; both of them let out slight moans. SinB starts to gently buck her hips, allowing Umji to get used to the size without too much trouble. SinB bites her lower lip as she fucks the woman beneath her, her hands squeezing Umji’s waist. Umji starts to back her ass into SinB’s pelvis, wanting to get more from the small strap-on. Eunha, all the while, decides to help SinB along; getting behind her, she kisses SinB’s neck while playing with her small bust. Umji and SinB don’t last much longer as they spasm from the quickly approaching orgasms. SinB pulls out of Umji, satisfied with her work. The sound of her front door opening causes SinB to stir; a large smile grows on her face as she sees it’s you.

Eunha gives you the rundown on what’s been happening and spanks Umji’s ass. “She’s ready for you, master!” Knowing what you do, you close the door and pull down your pants. “Here, use my mouth to get yourself wet, Master” Eunha gets down on her knees and opens her mouth wide open, her tongue sticking out. You slide your cock along her tongue with a hand on her head. Eunha wraps her lips around your cock as you thrust into her mouth. The warm cavern that was Eunha’s mouth was made for you at this point. You could slide all the way inside of her mouth, and she wouldn’t flinch. You place your hands on either side of her head, gripping her head; you face fuck Eunha. Once you feel satisfied, you let go of her and pull out. Eunha’s lips and chin are covered in saliva that escaped her mouth. You pat Eunha’s head.

“I’ll make sure you get a reward for that later, Eunha” She smiles up at you; she was always so cute when she knew she would be rewarded. You look over at Umji and SinB. Umji still lays in the same position recovering from her orgasm; SinB is kneeling near her, staring at you. You grab SinB’s face, “did you fuck her?” you ask in a stern voice.

“N-no, master, I was just getting her ass ready for you” SinB averts your gaze as you get closer to her face. You raise her head and kiss SinB.

“You did well this time, SinB.”

“T-thank you, master.” SinB reaches out for your cock, and you slap away her hand.

“I have someone to train SinB; you’ll have to wait”

“O-of course” The disappointment is evident in SinB’s voice, she had just watched Eunha be the one to have a taste of your cock, and she received nothing.

You flip Umji over so she can see your face, and her eyes go wide. “It’s you,” she says in shock. You grab Umji’s thighs and lift her from your standing position. Umji holds onto you as you carry her, your cock inches away from her wet pussy; Eunha moves your cock into place. The head of your cock is now against Umji’s entrance. She looks down to see the size of your cock. Looking back at you, she says, “Wait for a second, I’m no-” You cut her off and impale Umji onto your cock. Her body quivers in your arms as she cums from you inserting cock into her virgin pussy. You relish the tight feeling of Umji’s pussy; from this position, it cradled you tightly. You move your hands to Umji’s ass, feeling her soft cheeks before you start thrusting into her. Umji’s head rolls back as she lets out a loud moan; looking behind her, you see both Eunha and SinB fingering themselves on the couch.

You turn to the side “see that, Umji, we’re giving them a good show” Umji glances at them as she continues to moan.

“N-no, I don’t want them to see.” You smile, seeing her weak protests. Once she noticed that she was being watched, Umji’s walls squeezed around you. The idea of being watched turned her on. As you part Umji’s walls with each thrust, you feel her legs wrap around you.

“Deny it all you want; I know you love this Umji. Now take my semen inside you.” You speed up your thrust, Umji’s body bouncing up with each one. Ramming your cock inside Umji one final time, you pour your seed inside her. Umji kisses you, her tongue begging for more.

“You’re right; I love this! I love being fucked silly!” she screams before her body shakes as she cums all over your cock. You plop Umji off your cock, and everyone sees your cum flow out from her pussy. Putting Umji down, you make Eunha and SinB move to the side as you sit between them on the couch.

“Come on, Umji, suck me off.” Umji crawls over to you with no hesitation. She holds your cock and starts kissing it before taking it into her mouth. Umji’s movements are quick and animalistic. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t take all of your cock into her mouth. Umji settles for what she can get and bobs her head. You lean over and whisper to Eunha, “Get the strap; you’re going to be fucking her pussy, while I take her ass.” A wide smile grows on her face when she hears that, and she starts to get ready. You grab Umji’s head and force her to bob her head faster, “Listen, Umji, I’m going to be the only man you ever get the pleasure of fucking. I’m going to be your master from now on. I have a big treat for you if you stop your investigation. What do you say?” You let go of her head, and Umji just looks up at you and nods her head. “Good girl”

As she continues giving you a blowjob, you grab her head again and force her to drink as much of your cum as possible as you orgasm. Umji’s forced to pull away as she struggles to breathe. A few shots hit her face and started running down her cheeks. You bark an order to SinB, “Clean Umji up.” SinB immediately gets on Umji’s level and starts collecting the cum off her face before eating it herself. You tap your thighs several times, “sit, Umji.” She follows your orders and sits on your lap. You have one hand on her hip and another holding her face. “Umji, I’m about to give you your special treat; you better enjoy it.” You push her up and press your cock against her asshole. “Sit.” Umji hesitates but follows along; she starts to sit down on your cock, causing it to push through her puckered asshole and inside her. Umji moans as she forces it to go deeper inside her.

“You’re so much bigger than the strap-on; it hurts.” She whimpers

“Don’t worry, Umji; the pain will disappear soon.” As she finishes taking your cock inside, you lean back and bring her with you. Spreading her legs apart, you tell Eunha to do it. Umji had focused solely on you and just now saw what Eunha would do. Eunha aligns herself and pushes into Umji’s slick pussy.

“Oh fuck” Umji moans as both of her holes are filled. Eunha starts thrusting immediately while you wait for Umji’s ass to adjust to you. You feel Eunha’s strap-on push further inside when she bucks her hips. Umji’s moans grow louder as you start thrusting in her ass. SinB is left to watch and masturbate; you give her a nod. She understands that she’ll get her turn later. Meanwhile, combining your thrusts and Eunha’s gives Umji double the pleasure.

“You’re just a little whore who loves to be fucked aren’t you, Umji?”

“Yes! I’m a whore who loves having her holes filled!” She screams out as the two of you continue to fuck her. Umji’s ass was a little looser than Eunha’s, but just slightly. The pleasure you gained from her asshole was still great. In addition, feeling Eunha’s strap-on rub against your cock through Umji’s body made it more significant. “Fuck me harder! Ruin my pussy! Make it so I won’t be able to walk right!” Umji yells. At this point, she was lost in all the pleasure. You grab onto her waist and slam yourself into her ass; Eunha quickly matches your rhythm. As the two of you pound Umji’s holes, she turns her head, begging for a kiss. You give her what she wants; Umji tightens around your cock as she approaches her third orgasm of the night. Looking over to Eunha, she has her eyes squeezed shut and is biting her lip, trying to hold on.

“Let’s finish this,” You say, speeding up your thrusts in the final moments. Umji and Eunha both scream in pleasure as you grunt, painting Umji’s asshole white with your cum. Eunha collapses on top of Umji, absolutely in the throes of ecstasy from her orgasm. Umji’s head goes limp, her eyes half-lidded while she has a dreamy smile on her face, some drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.

“I love you and your cock” Umji says before she passes out from exhaustion. You pull out of Umji and move her and Eunha to the side. “SinB, come clean me up.” She rushes over, and hearing you finally call for her makes her excited.

SinB grabs onto your cock and slaps herself with it; after the first time, she loved having your cum all over her. When she’s satisfied, she starts licking clean the base of your cock. Her tongue slowly went over every area, making sure not to miss a spot. SinB follows this by taking your head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it before she starts bobbing her head. “You’re doing a great job, SinB.” A large smile appears on her; it was rare for you to compliment her. Once she’s done cleaning you up, she takes a seat on your lap.

“Master, when will it be my turn again?”

“Next time, SinB.” She gives you a big hug; she’s been waiting patiently.

The next few days, Umji works to erase any evidence the school had of your little harem’s doings. She was only dedicated to one thing now, one person now. You.

#eunha smut #kpop smut #male reader #umji smut #sinb smut #gfriend smut #viviz smut

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sunnydayroleplay · 1 year

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I'm sorry if you have other requests or headcannons that you need to deal with. I'm very new to asking people stuff so I do apologize if what I sounds odd.

How do you think Jack would react if the MC was also a clown. Like one day he walks in to check on his Sunshine and finds them kitted out with colorful hair and face paint, clearly looking like a clown.

No need to apologize! Your idea sounds perfectly fine to me! It's cute and sweet! And I'll gladly write a little bit a wholesome~ Content Inside: You as the Clown you are (Jk jk, unless..) Jack also being a supportive clown boyfriend, Typical use of "Sunshine, Sunspot, Sunbeam, etc..." _____________________________________________________________

So for some reason, whether your work decided to bring back the clown nose and attire for you, or you're a secret entertainer, you were in your room.

Your desk full of colorful makeup pallets, with brushes, and a mannequin holding on a colorful wig.

You were finishing up the final touches of making your face as pale as possible, with some epilepsy inducing colors all over your eye lids.

You had a wig cap on, and you were blending in the edges to match the skin tone on your forehead.

You had your door closed, and your favorite drink sitting beside you. You picked it up and took a sip from the cup and you placed it back down.

Grabbing your very colorful clown wig, you slowly inch it completely onto your bald head.

After successfully finishing your hair and face, you grab a makeup spray setter, and you spritz it all over your face.

During your spritzing, you notice in the corner of your eye, a certain blue haired clown yourself.

You quickly put down the spray bottle, and turn to face him, chuckling nervously.

"H-Hey Jack! How are you...?"

Jack took a few curious steps closer, leaning in with his hands held behind his back, and with a mischievous grin.

"I'm goood~ How are you sunspot?"

"I'm doing good- Yourself-?"

He was closer than he was before, he still leaned into you and his hands were still behind his back. He looked off to the side and looked back at you.

"Is this your way of saying something?~"

That same cheeky grin was still imprinted on his face, as he pecked your cheek.

He stood up straight, resting his hands on his hips, letting out a determined breath.

"If so, it's working~ You've got me entrapped my sunshine~ My dear~ The light of my life~!"

"Oh you've put me under a great spell of love and appreciation, and it's only awakening me what I fear most to come!"

You giggle at his melodramatic performance, even giving a simple, well polished clap.

"Oh what spell would that be Jack?"

Jack lifted his hands to rest them on your shoulders, gently massaging them with his yellow gloves.

You tilt your head as you let out a relaxed sigh, only to begin giggling like a maniac as he tickled you.

"The tickles galore! No one is safe!"

He continued to tickle your neck, you desperately tried to huddle yourself deeper and closer as to not fall victim to this demise, but it did not work for the good minute it lasted.

"Aha! Stop it you'll ruin the loooook~!"

He slowly stopped himself and giggled along with you, stealing yet another kiss on your cheek.

"You look great, sunbeam."

"You're just sayin' that to make me feel better~"

"No no! I truly mean it! Being a clown suits you!"

"You're such a dork."

"At least I'm yours~"

#sdj jack #jacktor #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #sunny day jack #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack roleplay #sunny day jack joseph

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corner-stories · 2 years

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amateur horticulturalist

Bart Allen. Rose Wilson.

Apricots. Gardens. Flowers.

810 words.

(ao3.)

Titans Compound had many things to it — a computer room that could rival the Pentagon, a kitchen stocked with enough tea to last the millennium, and an armory full of wonderful toys that only a billionaire bat could procure.

But somehow, the discovery of a greenhouse in the south end has Rose Wilson exceedingly confused. She stands in the doorway, perplexed as she takes in the sight of plant beds, growing trees, and flowers so lush she would swear they weren’t even real. As of now she had been living at the Compound for a month, yet now is the first time she’s stepping into this little slice of nature.

The space mainly consists of one large bed that a medley of plants share, but in the back are smaller ones separated by glass walls, presumably to give each species the best environment to cultivate growth.

In the midst of the mainbed is her generation’s speedster. Bart Allen kneels by a bed of herbs and gently uses a spray bottle to water their roots.

Rose has known Bart longer than nearly anyone else on the team, but never in her life would she peg him as the green thumb type.

For a moment Rose can only stare at the place in awe, then after a few minutes of looking utterly aghast she says the first words that come to mind.

“What the fuck? When has this been here?”

Bart glances at her, then stands up straight with the spray bottle in hand.

“Ever since the Compound was made, I think,” he answers. He takes a few steps to the left and begins gently spritzing the mint and parsley. “Kory helped build it. She left a whole buncha notes about taking care of everything, so I’m just pickin’ up where she left off. Tameranean flowers are pretty finicky though. They’re like the alien divas of the plant world.”

Bart nods to one corner of the room. Upon looking over, Rose is greeted to the sight of flowers she has never seen in her twenty odd years of life, the hue of the petals are so vivid she begins to rethink how she saw colors before — the pinks just seem pinker, the reds just seem redder, and the blues just seem bluer.

Rose looks back to Bart, utterly convinced (but no less surprised) that he has taken care of the place so well.

“What else is here aside from alien plants and herbs?” she asks.

Bart lets out a huff, then glances around the greenhouse like he hasn’t been meticulously tending to it for god knows how long.

“Uh… we got uh… forget-me-nots?” he tries, placing one hand on his hip.“Marigolds, peonies, and… oh!”

In a flash, Bart zips over to one of the small sections of the greenhouse. In even less time he returns to Rose with a small, orange fruit in his hand.

“May I offer you an apricot in these trying times?” he offers with a smile.

Rose smirks, flattered. “What a gentleman.” She takes the apricot from Bart’s hand, pressing on it slightly to test the ripeness. “Thanks.”

Bart clicks his tongue and gives her what many would call ‘finger guns.’

“Ay, no problem. Only the best from the Titans greenhouse.”

Carefully, Rose takes a small nibble of the apricot. She isn’t sure what she’s expecting, yet somehow the sensation of sweetness falling over her tongue leaves her surprised.

Despite being impressed, Rose takes in a breath and maintains her cool-girl front.

“You never struck me as the gardener type,” she remarks in a low voice.

“Ehhh, it helps clear my head,” Bart shrugs. He stands at the bed of herbs once again, soon kneeling down to make sure every plant is being properly nurtured.

To see Bart Allen — a young man with a legendary inability to sit still — seeming so calm in the presence of plants is perhaps the biggest surprise of them all. Who knew that the happiest he could ever be involved having dirt all over his shoes and jeans? For a guy who loves free wi-fi and gaming more than anything else, gardening has certainly struck a chord with him.

Rose takes another bite of the apricot and kneels down beside Bart. Maybe this way she can understand what he loves about plants so much.

“I guess ‘amateur-botanist’ would look pretty good on a resume,” she quips.

With the gentlest touch, Bart spritzes water onto some chives. “Actually, I believe the term would be ‘amateur-horticulturist.’ ”

Bemused, Rose rolls her eye. “Okay, amateur horti-cultist. Whatever you say, Freckles.”

Bart lets out a chuckle, then looks at his teammate with a friendly gaze. “Don’t you ever call me by my name?”

Rose shrugs as she takes another bite of her apricot. “I could, but I won’t.”

Bart can only scoff. “Oh, you wound me, Rose.”

#bart allen #rose wilson #ravager #impulse #kid flash #titans #teen titans #dc #flashfam #bartrose #i'm always gonna give these two a lil flirtationship #you can't stop me

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lfc21 · 2 years

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Daddy and son outfits

You and trent had decided to have a shopping trip as it was finally a day off for trent. Trent had got it Into his head that he needed to buy more clothes than necessary even though his walk in wardrobe was becoming larger and larger by the day. Your little boy started to become more and more like trent, he had the exact same hair as him and often called it brocoli stem hair, he tried to dress like him as much as possible and tried to do amazing corners like him in the garden which often led to a dog being hit by a flying ball or a plant pot being smashed to bits. Due to trents idea of new clothes your little boy was extremely happy as he knew this could be the day he gets some matching outfits with his dad. As soon as trent found out he was going to become a father he was excited by two things football and matching clothes and he was so happy your son was at the age where he can put them both into practise.

"Come on Mr" you softly said as your little boy carefully jumped out of the jeep and grasped your hand in his to steady himself due to the height of the car.

"You two ready?" Trent shouted from the other side of the car trying to lock it. You nodded your head and your 4 year old boy followed next to you as happy as he could be. He was quite tall for his age, definitely picking that up from his dad which you where thankful for as you knew if he got his height from you he would be a surprisingly small footballer in the future.

"Where are we going first babe?" You asked pushing your phone into your bag which was filled with your sons Teddy he insisted on bringing with him.

"Hmm selfridges? They have good stuff" trent replied grabbing your sons other hand as he liked you both close to him as he had an extremely protective nature.

As soon as you arrived into the very busy shop trent had a mission on the clothes he wanted but he couldn't miss the opportunity to pick up his favourite scent.

"Dior sauvage?" A men questioned to trent showing him the navy blue bottle advertised by Johnny depp. Trent politely accepted getting sprayed a light spritz to his wrist.

"Me? Me?" Your little boy shouted next to trent shoving his arm up in the air to reach the man and his fragrance. Trent laughed picking up your little boy in his arms to reach the gentleman infront of them.

"Of course sir" the man joked to your little boy and sprayed it lightly on his wrist causing a precious smile to form on his lips.

"Thank you" your son replied with a giggle wrapping his arms around trents neck and scanning his eyes around the huge shops with herds of people shopping and chatting. Your little boy smiled at you as you walked behind them both following where ever trent had in mind, your son rested his arms on trent back due to him being dangled ever so slightly of trents shoulders.

"Oooo babe look at this" trent said pointing to a prada shirt sitting on a model ever so gently.

"I love that" you replied with a smile looking over at the gorgeous black shirt as you where busy looking at ysl bags. Your little boy patiently looked around following trents every move around the section of the shop. Your child was very much in his awe with all the bright lights and people to stare at in just one shop, he was very much enjoying himself.

"Hello sir is there anything I can help you with?" A kind man said to your husband noticing a potential customer.

"Yes actually I need something me and my son can match with" trent replied with a laugh as your son was grabbing onto his hand as tight as possible whilst looking at his rings and his watch.

"Of course sir I will see what I can find" the man announced walking away leaving the two of them to wonder around. Trent came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist looking over your shoulder.

"What do you want?" Trent mumbled into your neck as he knew you weren't going to leave without something new for your closet. You smiled knowing how generous your boyfriend actually was and that however many times you would say no to him he would just buy it you anyway.

"That bag! Its stunning" you said pointing to the black ysl clutch bag sat decorating the shelves in many different colours. Trent nodded and made his way to the lady who seemed to be working for ysl. You walked over to your little boy waiting on the large sofa for the man to bring back his little prada outfit.

"Mummy me and daddy will be matching" he said with pure joy as this is what he wanted for a long time.

"I know baby its very exciting" you replied pulling him onto your knees as you where waiting ever so patiently. Trent walked over with a great big bag with ysl plastered all over it.

"Hello you two" he said smugly with his new shopping bag.

"What?" You said with a confused tone as to why he was seeming to be more happy than normal. Trent smiled pulling out the bag with the matching purse, which you was not expecting.

"Oh my god its stunning" you spoke with excitement as it was the most beautiful pair you hugged trent, extremely thankful at the generous and random gift.

After the shopping trip you three went straight home as it had been a longer day than expected. Your little boy ran straight in with trent both up to something you didn't have aclue about. You sat down on the large couch with your dogs giving you massive cuddles as a hello.

"Mummy mummy look" your son shouted holding trents hand to drag him as they both styled a gorgeous back prada hoodie.

"Oh woooow" you giggled looking at how cute the both looked not realising you would like them matching this much. Trent smiled as this was the one thing he had wanted for a while aswell as his little boy.

"I think we look very good looking" trent said picking up his son and placing him on his shoulders ready to get outside and play some football as usual. They where like two pees in a pod and you where sure it would always be this way.

#trent alexander arnold x y/n #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold

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ldouble · 3 years

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You Smell Good | Harry Styles X Reader

summary: You and Harry prepare for the Met Gala. The only thing you fixate on...other than everything...is the way you smell. Harry on the other hand, can’t get enough of it.

if we like this enough...should it be a senses series?

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this gif is not mine credit to harryisart omg i love this

You can’t help but tug at your sleeves. Someone’s hand shoos it away which you let. That is until your collar seems off. When you’re bugged away from that part of your clothing you find another to busy yourself with. Then its your hair. Your makeup. Your nails.

You’re above to dive into your skin (it looks wayyyyyy too orange) when the hands finally have a voice.

“Stop it.”

You roll your neck dramatically, flopping your chin down to glare at Harry. Sitting in a director’s chair, getting his hair done. It was a ridiculous thought when he was first placed there, his holding a fourth of what you have attached to yours but it now makes sense considering he’s been there for about double the amount of times yours took.

At the thought of it, your fingers move up unconsciously to pick at your styled mane. But, having discovered his speech is much stronger than his hands, Harry tag teams the two.

“You look fine.”

“Says you.” You shoot back, going to pick at the skin around your fingers.

Suddenly all movement is paused as your hands are clasped tight in Harry’s, his eyes finding yours. His smile is gentle which makes his next words the most surprising.

“Says what about me?”

Your head tips back at his humorous suffering. It’s when he’s halfway through a monologue about the time and money and oh so painful hours of planning that went into his look, you’re clutching your stomach and begging him to stop.

“Now I’m really going to mess something up.”

Harry sighs, tilting his head away from the stylist to get a good look at you. “You could never.”

You suck in a breathe. The hotel room has been hot for hours. The people in and out, the steamers and blow dryers and the shots that Harry has been sending since lunch has made the whole space...staticy.

One more intense look or loving statement from your friend and you’re sure to stain the black dress you wear.

Said to be impossible but nothing is, not when you’re about to walk down the Met Gala pink carpet with your best friend since diapers.

Especially since you’re not wearing diapers.

You’re wearing clothes more expensive than what God himself wears in a suite straight out the montages of movies and the water you’ve been drinking is so heavy it makes you think you’re drinking liquid gold.

Or maybe that’s just the nerves bunching in your stomach that’s causing everything you send down to feel like its all going to come back up.

You put a hand to your mouth, close your eyes and try to count to ten.

But its the thing that touches you gently on the cheek that relaxes you.

It’s not six hundred dollar hair brush or a touch up from a celebrity stylist. The complimentary moisturizer of the hotel (which only exists in places like these) doesn’t skim your skin.

Its a priceless hand that grazes you, sending every worry and knot away just like room service was cleared earlier.

You can’t help but lean into his touch, take a deep breath of hair product and the horrible smelling perfume someone sprayed on you.

Your eyes open when you sense him leaning in, making you all but freeze. What could he be thinking?

“You smell terrible.”

Of course that’s what he’s thinking.

“You, Mr. Co Chair, put so much thought and effort and money into this thing,” You say, moving to look in the mirror he facing. The sight of you both so done up and put together (a real change from the sweatshirts you live in when back in London when watching all of the events like the one you’re about to be in) makes you stumble. Harry begins to turn his head, forcing you to grab him and face it back to your reflection. “And the one thing you fumble on in my perfume.”

“Trust me every choice was mine,” Harry defends as I stand to rumble through my suitcase. The duffel, a Year 10 gym bag you still use, had been useless all night. Until now of course. “Except that.”

You shrug, wandering back over to him, your own personal balm in hand. “Hey, I’m not the one who has to whisper in my ear and tell me how pretty I am all night and ingest a whiff of what smells like dog poop.”

Harry’s head tips back with a laugh as you uncap the bottle, handing it to him. “I thought I could whisper in your hear and tell you how awful you smell. Think of the faces you’d make for the cameras.”

“Don’t even.” You turn, holding your ponytail up (much to the dismay of the stylist packing up across the room. “Spritz a tad on my neck will you.”

“Interesting spot.” Harry mumbles, doing as told.

“I’m expecting a kiss from some celebrity there tonight.” You flip back once the cool mist hits you. Harry’s eyes are stuck on your exposed collarbone but you pretend not to notice as you reach for the bottle. “Can’t have him knowing I smell.”

“Right.” Harry squints.

You spritz your wrists, rub them together and then bend down to the slit in the back of your dress. “If you fan my dress out I can’t have you bunching up your nose.”

Harry takes the nose tap, grabbing your hand afterwards. He then dips down to sniff your wrists, a content smile on his lips as he looks up. “Much better.”

“See, if you had known you had an opinion on how I smelled, you would’ve thought of this earlier.” You shake the perfume bottle at him, straightening out your dress as he stands up, going as far to help you get situated.

“Like I would’ve been able to capture it.”

“Capture what?” You smile, accepting your purse form one of the thousand of people in the room. You do it absently mindly having not noticed them in a while. With Harry it always feels like just you two.

You assume he thinks the same, especially the way he ignores final touch ups and looks at you like you really are the only other breathing thing in the vicinity. “Harry.”

He purses his lips as you egg him on. You seem him bite the inside of his cheek and it amkes you want to out a hand on it. But the way the room got so hot when he did that to you. And now with everyone moving around and the nerves building as someone shouts out something about arrival approaching...you couldn’t take it.

You never could.

Why were you doing this? How did you ever say yes to going out there with him in front of everyone? This was the freaking Met Gala. You hadn’t so much as gone on stage with him. Being with Harry was great. Being with Harry with the whole world was horrible.

At least you thought.

You saw how other best friends were treated. Talked about. Lied about. Made up about.

He was your best friend.

You couldn’t take it.

“Capture all you are to me in some dinky little bottle.” He finished, bending down to grab your focus.

It works. He could take it. Your eyes. And he did.

He takes more than that though. Again the nerves fly away and the knots undo and you’re left just being you.

It’s good you smell like you too.

You shrug again, making your way to the door with his hand in yours. You’ve always had to pull him along. Never before had you thought you would do this at the Met Gala but the usual finds its self in the unusual.

“You’re just lucky. You might not have a supermodel date but you’ve got a girl who smells just like-”

“You.”

You look back at him, your purse falling to the ground at the sight of his eyes all hazy and his smile so sweet.

His words are stunning. God damn soulful.

Dressed in his Gucci sheer ensemble, it’s like he’s singing at the fanciest of events to the girl of his dreams.

But it’s just you. A girl wearing 10 dollar perfume from the corner store.

It’s his turn to pull you. You switch spots as you’re frozen in yours and he leads you into the hallway, grabbing your bag on the way.

“You smell like you and hair spray and the onion ring you just ate.”

Your hand flies to your mouth for a breath check when he pulls you close in the elevator.

“You smell great.”

You look up at him, a smile on your lips.

“And you,” Your hands can’t help but play with the ribbons on his collar. “Have smelled better nearly every other time.”

He chuckles, his top teeth hugging his bottom lip. The ding of the elevator sounds before the car stops with a thud. People are moving. There’s talking. There’s so much going on but all you can smell is....

Carpet cleaner.

And windex for the mirror walls.

And Harry.

You can’t wait to see what else you sense along the way.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fanfiction #metgala #harry #harry styles x blurb #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot

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bluefirewrites · 4 years

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Alex loves Willie’s hair

Alright, one more for tonight.

The people from the JATP discord server has seen this, but thought it would be fun to share it on here too.

So Alex is just so enamored by Willie’s hair.

He loves playing with it, twisting it in his hands, but he doesn’t know how to braid it.

And he wants to so badly because he wants to do something nice for him. Willie has told him how he finds it super relaxing, something his mom used to do for him when he was younger.

So he recruits Carrie for assistance, and she has him practice on her hair. But the thing is, Carrie Wilson is not a patient person, and she becomes quite testy when it comes to the state of her hair- so not a good combination for an already anxious Alex learning how to braid.

He gets so frustrated- it’s just not working! He’s about to give up when he remembers there was this toy back in the ‘90s, a kind of hair tool that girls use that braids hair for them.

Then so Alex begs Carrie to get it for him, and that’s what he plans to use on Willie.

Later that night, Alex invites Willie over to hang at the studio, just the two of them, making sure Luke and Reggie poofed elsewhere in the meantime.

They have a good time talking and watching movies, then the night winds down and they share a comforting silence. That’s when Alex figures is the best time to bust out the Twist-A-Braid.

He offers to braid Willie’s hair and he readily accepts, even though the device in Alex’s hand puzzles him. But he trusts Alex and just sits in front of him, waiting to get started.

Alex had read the instructions ahead of time, but then quickly goes over it again before proceeding.

Alex then takes the strands of Willie’s hair, hooks it onto the braid loops, and flips the switch-

“OW!”

The prongs spin around so fast and Alex had accidentally pushed forward, or maybe didn’t put the strands in properly, because the tool has made a tangled mess out of Willie’s hair.

And it. Just. Won’t. Let. Go.

“Crap, crap, crap, crap,”

“Hot Dog?”

“It’s not... it’s not coming out,” Alex tries the switch again, but it doesn’t do much to untangle.

“Oh wow. Ok. Um, we can figure this OW-” Willie lets out a wince of pain before he could finish just as Alex accidentally jostles around, trying to find the source of the problem.

Alex is full on panicking but has no choice but to hold the tool in place or else he’ll keep hurting Willie. But bless his boyfriend because despite hissing in pain, he’s being such a sweetheart about it and is relatively calm, considering it’s his hair on the line.

That’s when Reggie and Luke come back and they all try to help. Reggie immediately rushes to Willie’s side and starts to gently pick apart the hairs, but it still hurting the skater and Alex keeps yelling at him to quit it.

It gets worse when Reggie starts fiddling with the machine, claiming to remember how to work it, but accidentally drives it further into Willie’s hair.

“Dude!”

“The commercial said something, I remember! You put the switch up to undo it right?”

“No, it says to twist! Flip switch down for braid!”

“Then how do you undo it?!”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out, Reg!”

Julie comes running into the studio at the sounds of yelling just as Luke is speeding around the room, appearing to look for something to help.

(And let’s say that she can see Willie in this iteration).

“Oh my god. Alex what did you do?”

“Trying to braid his hair! But this stupid thing won’t get out!”

“Aha!” Their heads turn to Luke, who is in one corner of the room, holding up a pair of scissors, “I got this.”

“Wait! No, no, no!”

“Put that away!”

“Oh no you don’t!”

“Just a little snip, guys!”

Willie gulps and tries to move away, “Look, man. I’d rather you not-”

“You touch his hair, you’re dead, Luke!” Alex growls.

Julie steps in, “No one is cutting anyone’s hair!”

Even though Julie can’t touch Willie, she offers to hold the tool while she instructs Alex how to detangle it. She orders Luke to grab the spray bottle that she uses for the plants and to start spritzing Willie’s hair so it would be easier to detangle. Then she sends Reggie for a comb.

Little by little they’re able to separate the tool from the hair, but it is still knotted. She and the boys leave Alex to finish off the last part on his own.

“I’m so so sorry, Willie,” he says as he combs through his damp hair, “You’ll probably won’t let me touch your hair after this,”

“It’s alright,” Willie smiles, “I mean why not? This, right now, is very nice.”

“I just wanted to learn how to braid your hair. You know. Surprise you,”

“You know you could have just ask me, right? I would have shown you how to braid my hair,”

Alex groans, “Well... you know how I do things the hard way, right?”

“Hey,” Willie gently grabs Alex’s wrist, stopping him mid-comb. He turns around, “You went through all this trouble for me. No one’s ever done that before. Thank you,”

“You’re worth it, you know?”

“So you tell me,”

“I had to ask Carrie to help me,”

The skater clicked his tongue, “Damn. You really do like me,”

“Isn’t the rat’s nest I made out of your hair enough of an indication?”

Willie laughs and leans in for a kiss, “You really do know how to make a guy feel special, Hot Dog.”

From then on, Willie would teach Alex how to do his hair.

Sometimes the two of them would sit in front of Julie’s phone, looking up Youtube videos on how to do more complicated hairstyles, and Willie just lets Alex have at his hair, becoming a bit of a daily and nightly routine, where he would braid Willie’s hair in the morning, and then comb it all out at night while they talk or watch a movie.

And Alex thanks whoever is running things up there that he still gets the chance to play with Willie’s hair, even after screwing it up so badly the last time.

Oh and he chucked the Twist a Braid in the trash. No need for that anymore.

But the blood vessel that pops when he walks into the studio one day to find Luke howling in pain as the very hair tool hangs out of his head with Reggie trying desperately to wrench it out.

The drummer sighs, “I’ll go get the scissors.”

“Don’t you dare!”

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie and the himbos #alex mercer #willie jatp #willex #i love these two #i wanna write more stuff for them #90s hair toys yall

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tsukki-rising · 3 years

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let me know everything is ok in the end

Pairing: Tsuyu Asui x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When you start missing and worrying about Tsu you decide to get a pet frog but don't tell her about it until she finds out for herself by seeing your dorm room.

Word Count: 1.6k

You're about halfway finished unpacking into your new dorm. The room was a good size and the prospect of living on campus seemed pretty fun. As long as you didn't think too much about why the student body was put into dorms.

You're glad you can live on campus though, you can live closer to your girlfriend who you love and you'll always know where she is, know that she's safe. She's training to be a hero, you know she's smart and strong but sometimes close calls come just a little too close for your liking. The league of villains especially liked to get too close. That point was introduced at the USJ and really drilled in with their other schemes. You never had enough time with Tsu before. The two of you had lunch together and study dates for your core classes but she was becoming a hero and you were in the support course, your paths rarely crossed naturally.

Back before UA introduced their dorm system, when the ache of missing her got strong you thought of getting a pet, but you didn't have space or time for a dog, there were cat allergies in your family, and birds were just too loud for your liking. You were thinking about Tsu, daydreaming of future dates when you realized what would be the perfect pet. You were going to get a frog. Being a support course student, you were accustomed to extensive research, and since you knew nothing about taking care of actual frogs, you did your homework and at the beginning of your summer vacation, bought the best fitting space for a frog to live along with the frog. You didn't tell Tsu, you thought it'd be a little embarrassing to tell her that you missed her so much you bought a frog (and named it Froppy).

Froppy (the actual frog) only became that much more comforting to have around when the summer training camp incident happened.

You were getting ready for bed and checking on little Froppy when you caught wind of the breaking news that UA students had been attacked yet again by the League of Villains. You stayed up all night, first waiting for news updates, then trying to call Tsu, and eventually when she finally called back to explain she was caught up in the police interview and checked out by doctors but completely fine, you broke down just a little. The whole thing felt like a trip, you had really worried yourself sick over her. When you saw her after that she didn't seem too shaken by it herself but you could feel it in the way she'd held your hand tighter, kissed you more, and hugged you a lot longer.

Now you're moving Froppy's sanctuary into your dorm, a cloth covered it over the top since pets weren't technically allowed and you set her on her table next to the window. You decide to set her amenities up last since it will take a little while and begin putting finishing touches on the other parts of the room.

There's a knock at your door. It was probably a classmate but it could be a teacher so you double-check that Froppy is out of view before you open the door. It's Tsu though. The most pleasant of pleasant surprises.

"Hi.", she croaks out, muttering a little ribbit. Her smile is like a breath of fresh air. You wrap your arms around her and lift her up, holding her close like your hoping to keep her safe there in your arms.

"Hi.", you say back. She is a person of few words, it's something you like about her though because when she does speak it means she really wants to and she's always sincere.

"Are you unpacked yet?" she asks as you set her down and walk her in past the doorway.

"Almost." you gesture around the space, "I just have some clothes left to unpack and finishing touches. Are you?"

"Yeah." She observes the room and goes to sit on the chair you brought specifically because it was her favorite (the fuzzy blankets too). You watch her get comfortable then go over and tuck her in the blankets extra well, parting with a kiss to her forehead before getting back to your unpacking work. Ever since the summer training camp incident you've been extra attentive to her, and maybe you spend extra time in your support class shop trying to think up the best kind of supporting items for her. She means so much to you and you can't stand to think of her getting badly hurt in a fight.

After emptying the box of clothes you were working on you turn back to her to ask how things were going with the rest of 1A but her eyes are shut and she looks so peaceful in her sleep. You continue to finish unpacking, setting up Froppy's spot before covering it back up so the real Froppy won't see it when she wakes up.

Once you finish you join her on the large chair. There's no way to get in with out moving her a little so you move slowly, wrapping your arms around her with her head resting on your chest the way you know she likes. She stirs a little and remembers her surroundings and noticing the now empty boxes, seeming a little put out.

"I wanted to help you move in.", she looks up at you. She's frowning and you can't help but smile at her cute little pout.

"It's ok. This is all I could ask for.", you smooth your hand over her hair, hoping to give some extra reassurance with the gesture. She relaxes under it the same way little Froppy does when you give her pets with your finger, you melt. She's too precious for your heart to handle.

The two of you relax and drift off to sleep in each other's arms, getting closer and tangling your limbs together further in your unconsciousness. You have happy dreams of picnics in the grass on nice summer days with her. You are at peace.

She is the first to wake up, then waking you up when she looks to your alarm clock and notices the time, it's now late in the afternoon and the two of you take your time waking up since you were given the day to settle in and this was the best possible way you could think to do that. As she wakes and stretches her limbs, Tsu notices a box left with a cloth covering it.

"I thought you were done unpacking?", she moves towards the box.

"I-" before you can even begin to think of an excuse, she removes the cloth and sees Froppy.

She's frozen. Dropped the cloth to the ground to watch Froppy climb the sticks in her habitat.

"You have a frog?", she looks to you.

"Yeah.", you don't see a point in trying to cover any of it up at this point. "That's Froppy." You move to stand beside her and pick up the spray bottle next to Froppy's spot to give the small frog a spritz.

"Why?", she tilts her head as she watches you care for the little amphibian.

You explain to her about how you'd miss her and thought of getting a pet and a frog just seemed to be the best fit. You're not looking at her when you explain, feeling a little embarrassed. But she wraps her arms around you once you've finished your explanation.

"I'm sorry", she says it in the same tone she says most everything else but just saying it at all, you know she's sincere.

"What?" Why would she be apologizing? For not noticing little Froppy's presence sooner?

"I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm sorry you were lonely." She'd always been the quiet type and wouldn't speak up when she herself felt lonely. That just made sense to her but now that she's hearing your feelings, she can't believe she didn't notice you'd been doing the same. She squeezes you tight.

You squeeze her back, "Tsu no. Don't feel bad, it's not your fault.". She pulls away to look at you and she begin her rebuttal but you speak first. "You're becoming a hero Tsu. Danger is just written into that path and as your s/o I'm with you for the ride. Don't worry about making me worry. We'd get nowhere with that." You let out a little laugh and rest your head against her shoulder, hugging her tight again. "It's not a matter of trying not to make me worry, it's a matter of showing me that everything is ok in the end. Just you being here is enough to let me know that.". You think you've said the right things but she's quiet for a little too long. Then you hear her sniffle.

You look up and she has tears welling in her eyes but she won't look at you, instead watching little Froppy in her habitat.

"Ok.", she says, her arms draped over your shoulders. "I'm- We're ok.", then she looks to you and the corners of her mouth turn upwards again, then she jumps up into your arms and you have to catch her. The way she nuzzles into you after jumping up so fast has you off balance so you direct the two of you towards your bed and you fall down onto the covers together.

The two of you laugh together and once you're done you just cuddle together and soak in each others presence. She is ok. She's here and she's safe with you.

#mha tsuyu #bnha x y/n #bnha fluff #tsuyu asui #tsuyu x reader #tsuyu fluff

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ebonyheartnet · 4 years

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How to Wash Your Hair Post Top Surgery

Okay so, after helping my best friend, I realized that there are a ton of folks who might greatly appreciate being able to get their hair actually clean during the no shower stage of healing. Conveniently, this could probably also work well for anyone who needs to keep a cast dry, or have another issue getting in the tub, with minimal adaptation.

Supplies:

Spray bottle

Shampoo

Rain poncho/big trash bag

3 big towels

Boar bristle brush/exfoliating glove

Chair

Washcloth/hand towel (optional)

Steps:

Set one big towel on the floor by a sink, placing chair on top before covering the chair’s back with a towel to protect from water

Either cut a head shaped hole in the bottom of your plastic bag and split at the sides until it can cover as much of the surgery site as you can, or just put the rain poncho on whoever can’t go to the pool right now.

Put the final big towel around the shoulders of this regal figure and tuck it in so they look like a kid wearing a blanket cloak, making sure that the surgery site is fully covered, then have them sit their happy ass down because now we get to the fun part.

Fill your spray bottle with warm water, making slightly hotter than you think would be ideal, and lightly spray the hand of the person sitting to check that it’s not gonna feel like ice water to them (I apologize, friend).

Add a little of your shampoo to the bottle, but Do. Not. Shake. I see you, about to treat this like a can of Pam. You need to act like you’re mixing a baby bottle and swirl. Disregard my warning at your own peril. You may finally get all the suds out of the bottle by the time the surgery scars have faded.

Spray. Spray slowly. Get the hair nice and wet, if not super sudsy. Use your brush or exfoliating glove to massage the scalp. Your goal is to get maximum clean with minimum wet at any one time. So long as you keep the dripping under control though, don’t be shy about spraying. Your brush/glove should be dry when you start, so it’ll absorb some of that moisture too to help control things.

When it looks like things are clean, or your friend says they feel like bread dough, it’s time to change. Take the corner of the cloak towel to pat the hair mostly dry. This will mean less rinsing of the hair, and less water overall. Rinse out your glove/brush and refill your spray bottle with warm water.

Start spritzing in sections to keep the amount of water under control. You want to dab it up immediately. Keep going until any water dripping from the hair is almost clear.

No one should be allowed to have Absolute Power. It’s time to disassemble your friend’s royal monarch costume and clean up.

Idk, you’re done right? Maybe go (gently) hug/high five the person you managed to help feel not gross? :/

#top surgery tips #trans resources #nonbinary #trans #top surgery #ebony writes the thing #yes this post used to say partner. but wags and I are actually happier being besties #love comes in a lot of different shapes. and what a great thing it is to have it in every way we can! ^w^

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youllneverknowrac · 4 years

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Oscar Diaz- I love you

For @jeyramarie

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You sing along to the music that played softly as you got ready for your first official date with Oscar. You guys have been ‘dating’ for a while and did everything a normal couple would do since he claimed you, but it always bothered you that you two never shared a traditional first date or took the step of saying ‘I love you.’ You just didn’t want to be the one to say if first even though you did have those feelings for him. That’s why it had taken you by surprise when he asked you out earlier this week. Sure you guys hang out all the time and do other things together but you were excited to go somewhere and be with just him. Not Oscar and one his homeboys or Oscar and Cesar, just you two, all alone with no interruptions.

After styling your hair to your liking and getting your lashes to finally stick to the corner of your eye you head to the closet to try to find something decent to wear. You didn’t know where Oscar was bringing you but you guessed it couldn’t be something to fancy, that not being either of your guy’s idea of fun. You pull on a fitted white floral romper with a pair of lace up sandals to match before responding to Oscar’s text that he would be outside to pick you up in a matter of minutes. You hurry up and lotion your entire body, spraying a few spritz of perfume along your neck, as well as applying more of your signature lipstick. You grab the small crossbody bag and shove what you would need in it for the night before heading off down the stairs and outside to wait, home alone for the weekend so you made sure to lock up. You stand at the end of the driveway anxiously, wanting everything to go perfect tonight.

Oscar pulls to a stop in front of you and leans over to unlock the car door and push it open. You climb in and buckle up leaning over to kiss him in greeting,”Hey.” You grin and pull away.

“You look good mamas.” Oscar says, letting his eyes roam your body, never really seeing you dress up before.

“Thank you.” You blush, letting your own eyes look over him as well, Oscar in his usual attire so of course he looked good,”So can you tell me what we’re doing?” You ask giddily, your leg bouncing up and down in anticipation as Oscar begins to drive.

“Nah, it’s a surprise. You’re just going to have to wait.” He smirks, reaching over to grab your hand with his free one.

“It was worth a shot.” You sigh happily and interlock your fingers with his, looking out the window as he speeds down the roads. It all looked familiar so you had an idea of where he was taking you. Your guess correct when he parked on the side of the road next to the sea wall a few minutes later. You unbuckle your self and hop out of the car with your bag, the smell of salt water mixed with different kinds of street food instantly hitting you.

”We gotta look for the truck. He likes to move it around.” Oscar says as he walks around and approaches you, sliding his hand back into yours and now wearing a backpack. He leads you through the small crowds of people formed around each food stand, the vibe chill as music blasted from each section. You guys walk for a few minutes before Oscar points out the dark blue truck,”There it is. Best burgers in Cali baby.”You giggle at his excitement as he tugs you along,”Yo Pablo!” He shouts, banging on the side of the truck.

A older heavyset guy with tattoos covering his whole face emerges from the window,”What up Spooky?!” He grins reaching out to dap him up,”Who’s the lucky girl?” He ask, looking over at you and extending his hand once more.

“Hi. I’m Y/N.” You smile and reach up to shake it.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Pablo the owner of this wonderful establishment as I like to call it. What do you say I whip you guys up two of my most famous burgers?!”

You laugh and nod eagerly,”Sounds good to me.”

“Extra onion on mine oh and throw in a bottle of coke too.” Spooky adds.

“You got it.” Pablo says, slamming the window shut as you move to stand off to the side with Oscar in case anybody else wanted to order.

“This better be good.” You warn playfully as you reach up to fiddle with the cross that hung around his neck.

“I know good food and this is better than that.” Oscar smirks, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“Is it better than me?” You say flirtation dripping with each word.

“Nothing’s as good as you.” He says, his voice dropping as well as his hands, you let him get a good feel of your butt before you grab them and move them back up to your waist, not wanting to be seen getting felt up next to a food truck.

“No exploring hands...save that for later.” You tell him, leaning up to press your lips to his.

“I definitely will.” He promises, keeping a hold on you until the truck window is being slid open and his name is being called. The two of you walk back up, Oscar paying Pablo and saying bye before picking up the two burgers to go. You reach for the coke and let Oscar lead you further down the sea wall and to a path that led to the beach. You guys walk out a bit further and stop a few feet away from the shore. You help Oscar and take the food so he can pull a blanket out from the back pack and lay it on the sand. You can’t help but smile at his actions, loving the fact that he actually seemed to think this little date through.

You place the items down before taking a seat, Oscar sitting himself next to you,”Thank you for taking me out today.” You say and hand him his wrapped burger with extra onions.

“I should have done it earlier.” He says, beginning to unwrap it, as do you.

“No, things play out how they are suppose to, so this was the perfect time to take me out.” You say, not wanting him to feel bad,”I love that you brought me here...and the food does smell delicious. Now I just gotta try it.” Oscar nodding and not pressing the date subject any further.

“You gotta take a big bite, get all the flavors and shit.” He instructs

“Okay, okay.” You say and bring the burger to your mouth, taking the biggest bite you could.

“Whatcha think?”

Delicious was a understatement but you couldn’t exactly say that so you hold your hand up, chewing the food up as much as you could so you won’t choke from how much of it was in your mouth,”We’re definitely coming back, it’s so good.” You laugh as you wipe your mouth not caring that your lipstick was probably a mess.

“I told you.” He laughs and proceeds to eat his own burger, the two of you sharing the coke as you eat in comfortable silence, looking out at the waves.

“I can’t finish it.” You say, the midsection on your romper feeling like it’s going to bust open,”Here.” You say and let Oscar grab the last few bites that remained, eating it quickly.

You groan, feeling so full as you lay back against the blanket, the stars shining bright. When you notice he’s done eating you shimmy over and put your head in his lap, now looking up at him,”Hi.” You say softly

“Hi.” He chuckles in response, his hand caressing your face,”Up for a walk?”

“Sure.” You smile and sit up. Oscar gathers the trash and heads to a nearby bin to toss it away as you get the blanket and shove it in the back pack once again, deciding to throw your sandals in there as well.

“I’ll take that.” Oscar says when he walks back, grabbing the bag from you and placing it on his back. You hold onto his arm as you guys walk to the shore, the water barley reaching as you walk along it.

You let go of him a few minutes in and walk a bit ahead, letting your feet get soaked,”It’s still so cold.” You squeal before running back up to Oscar who had stopped walking and insisted on just watching you.

“You really do look beautiful tonight mami.” Oscar says suddenly as you reach him,”I don’t know how someone like you could fall for someone like me.” He tells you truthfully.

“I fell for you because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met Oscar. That’s how.” You tell him quickly, not liking the fact that he thought he wasn’t good enough for you.

He sighs contently and rests his hand on your cheek, looking deep into your eyes,”I love you Y/N. I think I’ve know for a while but after tonight I can’t see myself with anybody but you. I want you and only you forever.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as he said those words, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck,”Took you long enough.” You say before kissing him deeply,”I love you, Oscar.” You mutter against his mouth, not wanting to break the kiss. It’s like fireworks went off, this night couldn’t have gone any better. After tonight there was no question that you were completely his and he was completely yours.

#omb season 3 #spooky x reader #julio macias #netflix #relationship #netflix on my block #boyfriend #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz #spooky diaz #freeridge #on my block imagines #one shot

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gothpanda · 4 years

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch. 18: Purple Moon

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

A/N: I’m unintentionally making this a PLL/Motley/The Dirt fanfic and I ain’t sorry Enjoy and thank you!

WARNINGS: Drugs, Language

TAGS: @madamsixx

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July 1984

"Number 325" someone announces from the inside of the advising office. Sammi rested her head against a bulletin board with inspiring quotes for students and reminders of the new semester. She looked down at her ticket, seeing 334 in bold black letters that made her groan in her seat. "Number 326 for Mrs. Stogger," the speaker said in the lobby of the academic building. Sammi looked around at the people waiting to speak to someone just like her, a mix of ages in the hall. People brought books to read or sketchbooks to draw, or had their friends pass the time. Sammi only carried her notebook that was filled with tasks to do at Elektra. In terms of school, she was officially alone. She read over what she needed to get done by the end of the week. She also flipped through to see what she needed to finally have a degree in her hands. She interrupted her train of thought when Sammi heard someone elegantly sit on the wooden chair next to her. Sammi glanced up from her notebook for a moment to find a familiar face. A tall slim girl with long brunette hair read through her journal, writing down at a fast pace. Sammi looked over at her scholarly sense of style, appreciating it from afar like always. Sammi went back to keeping her eyes to the front of her, trying to keep her mind occupied.

"Oh hey, you're Samantha. The new secretary, right?" the girl said, making Sammi's eyes grow to her. She had a friendly smile to her, with soft dark eyes. Sammi smiled shyly at the girl, picking at her nails, and nodded.

"Yeah, it's Sammi outside in normal life. And You're one of the interns at work?" said Sammi politely.

"Of course, and yes, I'm Sabrina," said Sabrina, extending out a hand to Sammi, which she gladly accepted. "I didn't know you studied here. I thought you would've already graduated by now,"

"I almost was but decided to be adventurous and travel earlier in the year. I'm kinda surprised also to see you here. I've never seen you around on campus before," said Sammi.

"Well that's because I just transferred from Sacramento, I really needed a change of scenery. I'm happy I have another familiar face to talk to while on campus," Sabrina said, putting her notebook in her messenger bag.

"Honestly, me too. I would see you around the office but never got a chance to talk" said Sammi, soon seeing a long dark haired tan girl who looked as tall as Sabrina walk towards them. She threw her bag to the floor and dropped herself onto the chair next to Sabrina, gaining her attention. The girl looked like a full athlete, with toned arms and legs from whatever they did. She tossed her hair over to one side, fixing her grey tank top.

"Hey S. Do you gotta wait long?" the tan girl said, peeking over Sabrina to see the small Samantha, knees tucked under her. "Oh sorry, I didn't see you there! I'm Emma," the girl extended her hand to Sammi, gaining a smile. She tilted her head for a moment, trying to remember the small girl.

"Sammi. Um, have I seen you before?" Sammi asked, raising an eyebrow to Emma.

"Yeah we went to the same high school. You were on the volleyball team, right?" Emma asked, tying her shoelaces together.

Sammi nodded, "Yeah I was, were you a grade below me?"

"Correct on that, I was also on the swim team. You're one of Tommy Lee's sisters, right?" asked Emma

"Yep I am, now I'm getting that question asked a lot," Sammi chuckled along with the girls.

"I'm sure you do. Since it looks like you know Sabrina, do you wanna go get a bite to eat after this? Unless you have other plans to do," Emma asked, Sabrina, smiling at Sammi to try and get her to say yes.

"Totally!" Sammi said, in perfect timing for her number to be announced.

October 26, 1984

Sammi and Sabrina walked down the halls of Elektra records, passing the records and plaques hung up on the walls. Sabrina held eight hot coffees while Sammi scanned at the multiple folders that were in her hands. Both of the young women entered an empty conference room, a long, mahogany table in the middle of the room. They placed each coffee with a folder on the office chairs, even matching the assigned names.

"You don't have to stay for this meeting, do you?" Sabrina asked, throwing out the cardboard coffee trays into the trash.

"No, Mr. Harrison had let me go early. Em's heading to your place at 7, right?" Sammi asked, fixing her blouse a bit from any wrinkles and pushing up her glass from slipping off.

Sabrina nodded, adjusting her ponytail. "I don't know why she wants to go to this club so bad. She would not stop blabbing about it in class,"

"Because you've never had a night on the strip yet even though you've lived here long enough," Sammi muttered, peeking down the hallway. Soon a team of suited men appeared marched in unison towards the young women. Mr. Harrison, a man who was taller than everybody with every inch of hair white as snow stepped in first, seeing Sammi and Sabrina. He scanned the office, nodding in approval and patting them on the shoulders.

"Thank you, girls, for the setup," Mr. Harrison said, rubbing his hands together.

"You're welcome, Mr. Harrison," Both girls said in unison.

"I would say you're free from being my shadow, Samantha. Have a good weekend for both of you," said Mr. Harrison, walking away to sit at the table's head. All eyes immediately went straight to him. Sabrina and Sammi smiled professionally at everyone, closing the door behind them on their way out.

"Okay well, maybe I'm busy with stuff of my own? You haven't thought about that?" Sabrina asked Sammi, throwing her hands in the hair as the two walked to the rest of the office. They walked past all the cubicles of co-workers, some they've never even talked to since working at Elektra. Sammi passed Sabrina's desk, grabbing the water bottle she left there by accident.

"Studying doesn't really count if you're a walking encyclopedia, S," Sammi said, walking into the empty breakroom. She sat down by a big circular table, taking a sip of her water. Sabrina sat right next to her, grabbing an apple in the middle fruit basket.

"And what's wrong with wanting to study more?" Sabrina asked, sticking her nose in the air with pursed lips making Sammi give a tight-lipped smile to hold a giggle.

"Nothing, but it's healthy to breathe fresh air. Even if that fresh air just has a bit of tobacco smoke in the mix," said Sammi, checking her freshly done red manicure. "Plus, we deserve a little fun. Midterms ended, and I already know I did great so I'll just reward myself,"

Sabrina shrugged with a growing smirk on her face taking a bite of her apple. "Are we gonna meet up with your people?"

Sammi looked up to think for a moment, "Athena said yes. Tommy is in love with Emma, so yes. Vince will go anywhere I'm at. If Nikki isn't in a mood, he'll come. And Mick isn't feeling so good. I dropped off some food at his place before work," said Sammi, holding five fingers to Sabrina.

"Awe Tommy is so dumb to think Emma would love him back like that," said Sabrina, pouting out her lip like a sad child.

"You don't mind that we're gonna be with them, right?" implored Sammi.

Sabrina raised an eyebrow, "No? They're all pretty cool, crazy beyond belief, but I still like them. Nikki seems like a tough nut to crack, though. And Emma seems to love everyone,"

"Awesome. I'm glad you and Em like everyone. For once I don't have to worry,"

"And you shouldn't. If I didn't like them, I probably would have only hung out with you at school or here. Plus, I like to see people go batshit crazy sometimes. It's like free front entertainment," Sabrina said with a smile. Sammi felt at ease with Sabrina's words, not worrying about the happiness and comfort of others on the Crue. "Oh, by the way, you're doing Em's hair,"

Sammi rolled her eyes, "At this point, she's gonna need to pay me to be her hairstylist," said Sammi, making Sabrina laugh.

In the cozy warm apartment that was reasonably close to their college, the three girls looked in their bathroom mirror to get ready for their night. Sammi sprayed the last bit of hairspray into Emma's loose curled hair, running her fingers through it to make it perfect. Sabrina wiped any extra nude lipstick from the corner of her mouth, feeling happy with her look. Emma leaned closer to the mirror, smudging a bit of black eyeshadow on her waterline to make her bronze eyes pop. Sammi pulled down a bit of her low cut blue velvet dress, checking her rear in the mirror. Emma tied a thin white scarf around her flare blue jeans that matched her pink top perfectly. "Where'd you get the bell bottoms, Em?" asked Sabrina, adding a necklace that matched her white dress.

"Found them at a garage sale! Pretty groovy even a decade later, right?" said Emma, walking out to put on her silver chunky heels in Sabrina's bedroom. Sammi smiled at Emma, spritzing some of Sabrina's perfume on her that smelled of crisp lilies from her nightstand.

"Okay, you ladies ready for the night?" asked Sabrina, clapping her hands together as she walked into her bedroom.

"Someone seems finally happy to be going out," said Emma, bumping her hip against Sabrina with a smile.

"I don't want to be a Debbie Downer for most of everything. Besides Sam was right, we should have fun," said Sabrina, grabbing her perfume from Sammi's hands to spray some for herself. "Do you when Athena was gonna start heading over to Purple Moon?" asked Emma.

"No idea, but let's just wait and see when we get there!" said Sammi, swinging her black purse over her shoulder.

For being open for only two months, Purple Moon was the craziest club in all of West Hollywood. Let's Go Crazy blared throughout the two-story club with laser color lights jumping off the walls in the darkness. The three brunettes danced in the sea of people, bodies of strangers pressed up against each other. Sammi swayed to the beat of the music, feeling happiness around her already feeling the buzz of her drinks. As Emma looked out from the sea of people, her eyes grew with excitement when seeing three cool people. Athena, Nikki, and Tommy pushed their way to meet the girls. Nikki had a growing discomfort with this crowd, unlike Tommy loving the music. Athena turned Sammi around, engulfing her in a big hug with a smile on both faces.

"This place is so cool!" shouted Athena, giving hugs to Emma & Sabrina as she danced around the sea. Tommy hanged his arm around Emma's neck, kissing her on the cheek while Emma shifted her gaze to the girls. Sammi couldn't help but look past Nikki in hopes of finding a shaggy-haired blonde with them. She hugged Nikki, tip-toeing to his ear. "Where's Vince?" Sammi shouted, scrunching her eyebrows together.

"Your boyfriend didn't like the idea. Wanted to hang out with our friend Razzle," Nikki shouted, shrugging his shoulders. He eyed Sammi up and down, wrapping his hands around her waist. "You look beautiful. Didn't think a girl your size could feel up a dress like that," Nikki smirked, pulling Sammi into him. Sammi dropped her shoulders, slightly pushing away from Nikki. Athena grabbed Sammi's hand, twirling her around as the music changed to another upbeat song. Sammi glanced over to Nikki's discomfort, seeing him find his way to the crowded bar with Tommy behind him. Sammi tried her best to dance with the girls around her, but she couldn't remove the disappointed look on her face.

"You okay?" Sabrina asked, leaning down to Sammi.

Sammi shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah… Just wish Vince would've come,"

"Ignore it. Go get a drink and relax," Sabrina said, turning Sammi on her heels to the direction of the bar. Sammi smiled as she walked away from the dancing girls and passed the sweaty bodies. She squeezed between Nikki and Tommy on the bar, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Here Sam, have my drink and smile!" Tommy shouted, hanging his arm around Sammi's shoulders and slid her a random cocktail. Sammi smiled, taking a sip of the drink and wrenched at the taste of the alcohol. It was more potent and something that could get anyone drunk fast. It was precisely what Sammi needed for this night. As Tommy disappeared into the sea to find his new favorite girls, Nikki sipped his drink, eyeing Sammi with the color lights bouncing off her.

"Really didn't think you'd let a guy ruin your night," Nikki whispered loudly into Sammi's ear, making her turn to his direction. Sammi sipped the random drink, thinking about Vince. "Wanna head upstairs? Fewer people to be annoyed by," Sammi looked over her shoulder, seeing all their friends enjoy their time together. Sammi thought they wouldn't miss her if she went away with Nikki. She nodded to the bassist getting a smirk and a hand to hold as he led them through the crowd. The second floor was designed mostly to be a balcony with some space to dance for overpacked nights. Even with a 'do not cross' sign up, Nikki and Sammi sneaked up the dark brick stairway. Dropping herself onto a small leather loveseat, Sammi laid her legs in Nikki's lap as she downed the rest of the strong drink. From the second floor, the music wasn't loud in comparison, seeing no speakers around them. Nikki rested one arm on the loveseat's head and the other playing with Sammi's heel strap. The two stared silently at each other for a moment until Sammi felt Nikki's hand rise up her leg. She tossed her legs off him, sitting up straight while lowering her dress a bit.

"You're good, Nikki?" Sammi asked, feeling the buzz of alcohol go to her head and batting her eyes.

"I am now that I'm with my best friend," Nikki slurred, draping an arm around Sammi and pulling her to his side. Sammi chuckled and rolled her eyes, dropping her head back. "What? You don't believe me?" Nikki asked.

"Do you make out with all your best friends?" Sammi smirked at Nikki. Nikki scuffed at Sammi, taking the rest of his drink. "If I am then thanks,"

"My ass wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, unlike some people," Nikki said, raising his eyebrows for a moment. Sammi's smile went away from her face, looking out at the balcony in front of them.

"Fucker should've told me he didn't want to come," Sammi mumbled under her breath, picking out her cigarettes from her purse. "He really just said he didn't like coming to a fucking club?" Sammi asked, lighting the tobacco stick. Nikki nodded, making Sammi roll her eyes and checking around to see no one catch them up there.

"Yeah I think he was gonna show Razzle the Tropicana on Hollywood Boulevard. Apparently, that ain't got that in England,"

"So he wanted to go see half-naked girls basically 10 minutes away from me? That's fucking nice," Sammi spit out with annoyance, blowing smoke into the atmosphere

"But hey you like that so you gotta deal with the rockstars. A nice boyfriend," said Nikki, pulling out his stash from his back pocket. He poured a short chunky line in the back of his hand, snorting it like a healthy routine. Sammi looked over to Nikki, biting her lip for a moment as her eyes shifted to the drugs. Nikki could see the curious little face Sammi had one, making him smile mischievously. Nikki poured a bit more on his hand, not even needing to say a word for Sammi to understand. She closed one nostril and snorted the chunky line, feeling the string hit her. She hadn't done drugs since the beginning of the year, and her body was already feeling it. Her eyes began to water, making Sammi pinch the bridge of her nose to stop any tears. Nikki snorted some more before finally moving back into the loveseat.

"And then he fucking asks why I still keep a distance!" Sammi shouted, flicking her bud into the dark corner. "Next time you all are on tour, you better keep an eye out for me on him!" Nikki chuckled at Sammi, slowly getting closer to her. All of a sudden, Sammi jumped up onto her feet, almost losing balance as she pulled Nikki up from the sofa. Nikki felt immediate dizziness from the sudden movement, ultimately colliding against Sammi. He hung onto her waist, seeing her face so close yet so far away. Sammi slightly moved away from Nikki, trying her best to maintain distance.

"Come on, let's go back dancing!" Sammi shouted, pulling Nikki by the hand as they stumbled down the stairs. Nikki tried his best to feel comfortable, happy the coke was making a bit of an effort in doing so. The crowd felt bigger to Nikki now, unsure if it was always like this while pushing past everyone. Sammi was oblivious to her surroundings, just trying her best to find their friends. Nikki let go of Sammi's hand for a moment, holding a tight grip onto her waist, trying his best to not lose her. Sammi didn't react, she felt great and happy, and being with people she loved made her more comfortable. Sabrina could finally see Sammi and Nikki again, making their group yell with excitement. Alcohol filled in their systems with possibly a mix of drugs could help any situation for this night.

"Why is food so much better when you're buzzed?" asked Emma, tossing a tater tot into the air and catching perfectly into her mouth. Athena, Sammi, and Tommy clapped alongside Emma as the six of them all sat together in a dark red restaurant. The Rainbow Bar and Grill, where girls offered blow jobs right as they saw Nikki and Tommy. Of course, they wanted to be one ounce respectful and turned the offer down just to have a bit to eat. Sabrina rolled her eyes with amusement, sipping on her orange soda while Nikki chugged a small whiskey bottle.

"Because carbs love alcohol. It's a science I can't explain," said Athena, chewing on a chicken tender.

"We probably burned all the food we ate today from dancing, so eat up," said Sammi, glancing at Nikki right beside her. "You're not hungry?"

Nikki draped his arm around the young girl's shoulders, stealing a french fry from her plate. "I might be hungry for something else," Nikki winked, making Sammi only chuckle and stuff another french fry into his mouth. Sammi squinted her eyes to Nikki's other arm, trying to see the red mark in the dark.

"Hey did you go to the doctor or something? What's with the marks?" asked Sammi, almost grazing her finger before Nikki winced away from her.

"Don't worry about it, Princess," said Nikki.

"Be careful, Sixx. Remember Sammi has a boyfriend now," said Tommy, flicking Nikki's ear with a dumb giggle.

"Yeah, who would rather see a mud wrestler with his other friends than me," said Sammi, feeding another fry to Nikki.

The girls around them all raised their eyebrows to Sammi, confused, and surprised by the thought of Vince's decision. Tommy shot a dagger look at Nikki, hitting his leg under the table as a form of communication. Nikki only shrugged his shoulders and took a bit of what was left on Sammi's plate.

"You mean that mud strip club up on boulevard?" asked Sabrina, pointing out towards the window in the direction of it. Sammi nodded as she took a sip of her cocktail. "Okay now, your sour face makes sense,"

"Damn didn't think Vince would piss you off that fast," said Athena, turning her head as she felt a hand on her shoulder. As if by magic, Vince and a long-haired British man wearing a top hat stand right in front of the group's booth, holding drunken smiles. They both had drinks in their hands, almost already finished. Sammi pursed her lips at Vince, looking away to see Tommy quiet and glancing at everyone.

"Oh Vince! Razzle! How were the mud wrestlers?" shouted Nikki with a smile on his face, not bothering to move away from Sammi. Vince's smile soon disappeared as he looked at Sammi's scowling at him with a glare.

"Oh it was great! I never knew America could be like this!" said Razzle, his thick accent, making it hard for some to understand in their intoxicated states. He hung onto Vince, happy as a child in a candy shop. "Hey youse are some gorgeous women. What are you all's names? Especially this dark-haired beauty," said Razzle, kissing Emma's hand only to make her cringe. Sabrina and Sammi covered their mouths to hold in their laughs to Emma's discomfort.

"I'm Emma. This is Sabrina and the girlies over there are Athena and Sammi, Tommy's sisters," said Emma, yanking back her hand from Razzle's grip. Razzle raised an eyebrow to Emma, smirking down at her.

"How do you do, I'm Razzle. A nice gentleman from England who would adore any woman like yourself," said Razzle.

"Yeah well… no thanks. So Vince, how was your night?" asked Emma, tilting her head.

"Um it was good. Listen, Babe, can we go for a smoke outside?" asked Vince, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket. Sammi shared knowing glances between Emma and Sabrina, motioning them to let her out of the booth. Sammi gave an icy look to Vince, heading straight for the door. Nikki kept a smirk as his eyes followed Sammi, shrugging to Vince. As the two walked out, Razzle sat next to Emma as he tried to put on the charm. Athena and Tommy eyed the couple walk away, slowly growing with worry.

"You know if you didn't want to hang out with me, you should've said something when I called you," said Sammi, crossing her arms as she faced Vince outside the busy sunset strip.

"It's not that I didn't wanna hang out, Razzle came by my place all of a sudden, and I couldn't say no. Come on, Sammi, don't be mad at me," said Vince, wrapping his arms around Sammi's waist and leaving soft pecks on her cheek and neck. Sammi only pushed him away from her, clenching her jaw at Vince. "I didn't fucking do anything! You're really gonna be pissed I saw chicks?"

"Yeah because your dumbass didn't fucking tell me! Nikki said you didn't want to come! Besides, I never liked seeing other girls before I got with your ass!" shouted Sammi, about to walk away from Vince until he got a hold on her arm.

"Oh really, Nikki told you that? And you also don't think I could be mad at you for having Nikki's arm around you? You really think I like seeing that? You're gonna believe him?" shouted Vince, looking right into Sammi's eyes.

"Tommy fucking hit Nik when he ratted you out, just fucking admit it," slurred Sammi, looking past Vince instead of giving eye contact. Right away, Vince was able to see Sammi's pupils bigger than usual, making her eyes almost black. "Are you high?" asked Vince. Sammi yanked her arm out of Vince's grip, almost stumbling onto the concrete.

"So what if I am? Are you going to be more 'pissed' at me now," said Sammi, scowling at Vince. Vince scuffed at Sammi, shaking his head as he looked away from her.

"Why do you keep doing coke?! Why do you keep listening to Nikki?!" hissed Vince, stepping right into Sammi's face.

"Oh shut the fuck up about Nikki giving me some coke, it's getting old. You can't say shit if I want to get high. Because I'm pretty sure if we went a fucking drug clinic, you'd be way worse than me," slurred Sammi, trying once again to move away from Vince.

"Oh don't give them that, Sammi. We're both two completely different people when it comes to that shit," said Vince, wrinkling his eyebrows together in a frown.

"Oh really? Because last time I checked, I'm a rockstar's girlfriend who works at a record company," said Sammi, returning to her icy stare. "Just admit you're wrong for leaving me hanging for some big tit bimbos, and we can go back inside,"

"No, I'm not gonna fucking apologize. From the looks for it, you and Nikki seem to have gotten close like always tonight. Pretty sure if I asked A, she'd tell me," said Vince, matching Sammi's face.

"You've got to shut up about Nikki and me every single time I'm around him. If you didn't want us without you, you would've fucking come!" said Sammi.

"Fuck this, I'm out of here. Tell Nik and Tom they can take care of Raz, and call me when you're done being fucking stubborn," said Vince, shaking his head and beginning to head down the strip.

"In that case might as well find a new girlfriend!" yelled Sammi at Vince, glancing around at some of the people staring right at her. She combed her fingers through her hair, marching back inside as the heels of her shoes clunked on the wooden floor. Walking closer to her table, she could see Emma had already moved away from Razzle and closer to Athena. Everyone reacted like foxes, turning their heads as soon as they saw Sammi come over.

"Where's Vince?" asked Athena, scrunching her eyebrows together.

"Gone. Stubborn ass didn't wanna say sorry," said Sammi, holding out her hand to Nikki to retrieve her purse. "I'm sorry guys, but I'm gonna head home, it's getting late anyway,"

"Wait, do you want us to come with you? We could crash at my place if you want, Sam," said Sabrina, looking up at her as she glanced over to Emma.

"Only if you two want to, I don't want to ruin your guys' fun," said Sammi.

"Trust us, Sam, you aren't. Do you wanna head with us, Athi?" asked Emma, smiling playfully to the other girl beside her.

"Athi?" asked Tommy, frowning at the two girls.

"Totally if Sammi's in a mood. Later boys. It was nice to meet you, Razzle," said Athena, sliding out of the rounded booth and waving toward the English man.

"You boys have fun tonight, don't get too crazy without us," said Sammi, passing air kisses to all the men.

"Goodbye loves, hope to all your pretty faces very soon," said Razzle, smiling happily at everyone. Sabrina chuckled along with Razzle, hooking her arm around Sammi's.

"Get home safe, ladies. Take some Advil, Princess," said Nikki, finishing his drink and motioning for another to the waitress.

"We will," announced Sammi as all the girls headed to the strip, feeling the California breeze hit them right away. The four girls trailed down the street, Athena trying her best to haul a cab for them. Sammi suddenly felt the lows of her high go away, developing a headache with all the noise around her. She leaned on Sabrina for support, trying her best not to look suspicious to Athena.

"What's it gonna be, my place or yours?" asked Sabrina, glancing at Sammi.

"Mine. I have PJs to spare for you all," said Sammi, crawling into the small backseat of the cab.

"What did you tell Vince while you were arguing?" asked Athena to Sammi, looking over the two girls.

"To find a new girlfriend because I'm not gonna say sorry for being around Nikki," mumbled Sammi, leaning her head on the window and shutting her eyes. Athena, Emma, and Sabrina all exchanged looks almost trying to read each other's minds.

"Well, in that case, tomorrow morning should be fun,' said Emma.

"Yeah, I doubt I'll see his ass tomorrow," mumbled Sammi.

One week later

A knock on the door surprises Sammi, looking up from her pile of books on the small dining table. She checks the watch on her wrist, wondering if it could be Athena fresh out of work. The knocks got a bit stronger, finally made Sammi walk over and look through the peephole. She immediately rolled her eyes, swinging the door open with a hand on her hip. In the hallway stood a sheepish Vince, holding a dozen red roses. He didn't look right into Sammi's eyes, only extending his arm to pass on the flowers.

"That's it? You're not gonna say anything?" asked Sammi, crossing her arms and scowling at her boyfriend.

Vince scuffed, scratching his head before straightening up. "I'm sorry for going out and not telling you. And I'm also sorry for being a jealous little bitch,"

Sammi unexpectedly chuckled at Vince, calling himself a bitch, taking the roses out of his hand. "I'm sorry for being stubborn and telling you to find a new girlfriend. I hope this isn't your way of telling me you did." said Sammi, smiling carefully at Vince. He walked into the apartment, engulfing Sammi in a tight hug, happy to feel her accept it.

"I don't think I'd call anyone my girlfriend if I fucked this up," said Vince, kissing Sammi with such love. "I know I can't get mad at you wanting to have a little fun like me or be around my friends. I just like to see you still be the same Sammi as I met,"

"Vince, I'm gonna be okay, but I do love that you care. It really does mean a lot. Besides, that was my first high since the beginning of the year, I'm not gonna go crazy,"

"And you're right, you're a grown adult who is way more responsible than most of the people my age I know combined. Also, my house is getting a little lonely without you," said Vince with an adoring smile.

"Well that's what happens when you buy a mansion for one person that's also drastically far away from me,"

"So we're good? We can go out tonight and head over to mine?" asked Vince, wrinkling his eyebrows together in worry. Instead of a verbal answer, Sammi kissed Vince deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yeah we're good, dumbass…" muttered Sammi.

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A Cold Performance (Part 1/2)

(Good Omens - Aziraphale/Crowley Modern Human AU)

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Thank you so much for sending me this request @crowlyxangleforlife! This fic ended up being way longer than I intended and it’s still not complete so here’s the first half for you! I hope you enjoy it!

Request was to use this prompt - “Opening night of their debut performance A comes down with a terrible cold. They’re trying to hide their reddening nose and cheeks with powder (that could set them off tons too), clear their throat, limber up, but the closer A gets to curtain the worse they’re starting to feel. B either has to do everything in their power to make sure the performance goes off without a hitch, or convince A to cancel the event and come home with B, as A looks just about ready to drop.” for Good Omens.

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Crowley had been preparing for this performance for weeks now and he’d been desperately trying to fight off a cold for the last 3 days. He was sitting in the backstage room trying to decide how to best handle his cold symptoms while his flushed feverish cheeks and red tender nose mocked him in the vanity mirror. On the counter and floor he was surrounded by every cold remedy he’d managed to grab at the corner store beforehand.

Aziraphale knocked quietly on Crowley’s dressing room door backstage, he was concerned because Crowley had been ill the past few days and despite that had refused to call off his performance. And he understood, he really did, this was an important performance to his lover but he so hated the idea that Crowley might be embarrassed or ashamed of his cold symptoms if they made themselves known on stage in front of his audience. “Crowley? I’m coming in,” He warned as he opened the door and stepped inside.

“Aziraphale…” Crowley said looking vaguely panicked.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m here. Let’s get you ready,” He said with a comforting smile, shoving down his own nerves and concerns.

His eyes went a little wide as he observed the scattered medicines all over the counter and in bags on the floor. “Have you taken any of these?”

“Not yet. I wasn’t sure what w-would….w-huh...HUH’ESSHoo...snf what would help mbost,” He responded cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his sneeze and stuffed up voice.

“Gesundheit, darling. Well a nasal spray will probably help the most with the tickle in your poor nose. And then a decongestant for post nasal drip,” He grabbed a tissue from the open box on the floor passing it to Crowley and then politely looking away, knowing that despite how much he just wanted to dote on his ill lover, Crowley would be too tense to appreciate it in the moment.

Crowley took the tissue with a grateful look towards his partner before turning to the side and blowing his nose productively. “Thanks, angel,” He said with a quiet sigh of relief at the feeling of having his nose cleared out, for a moment at least.

Aziraphale leaned in and pressed a kiss to Crowley’s forehead and then began looking through the scattered cold medicines before finding what he was looking for. “Are you coughing much, dear?”

“No, throat’s a little sore but mostly it’s just my...hih...snf my nose,” He said with a little sigh of relief as he was able to hold off the sneeze.

“Alright well take this tablet it will help with congestion and then here’s a pain killer which will help with your throat and the fever - which don’t think I haven’t noticed that,” He chastised, but he passed over the meds with a bottle of water to soften his scolding.

He found a nasal spray to use and turned back to Crowley who was slightly slumped in his chair. “Blow your nose dear and then you’ll want to use the spray,” He said pushing the tissue box towards Crowley in offering.

Crowley obediently blew his nose and then took the nasal spray, two spritz up each nostril to do the trick. But almost immediately his nose tickled from the feeling. He rubbed at his pink irritated nose as his breath started to waver and his nostrils fluttered. He sniffled and rubbed, and managed to hold it off for a moment but he still felt terribly sneezy.

“Oh sweetheart, you really have such a cold in your poor nose. Try not to sneeze, alright, we want the medication to have time to take effect before you sneeze it all out,” He said with a little worried frown.

“Not sure I can c-ah-hah….” Aziraphale kneeled down and pressed his own finger up under Crowley’s nose firmly, helping his lover to hold back. Crowley’s eyelashes fluttered as they grew damp with tears as he desperately tried to hold back the sneeze brewing in his nose with Aziraphale’s help. But luckily it backed down again.

“Thagks, angel,” He said stuffily, trying not to sniffle so as not to set himself off again.

“You’re welcome darling. Let’s give all that a little time to take effect and then I can help you with your makeup if you like,” Aziraphale offered rubbing at Crowley’s shoulder, his eyes wandered over to a small couch against the wall. “How about you rest for a minute with me while we wait,” He suggested gently.

Crowley frowned but had to admit the idea of curling up with his love for a minute sounded like heaven. “Yeah, alrighd, angel,” He agreed tiredly. Aziraphale guided him over the couch with a firm hand to Crowley’s lower back and then settled pulling Crowley against his side as he wrapped an arm around his lover so he could relax.

“How’s that sweetheart?” He asked running his hand gently through Crowley’s hair.

“S’good,” Crowley mumbled, leaning heavily against his partner as he tried not to think about how tired and sore he felt from this wretched cold. He managed to rest and focus on his lover’s warm comforting presence for a little bit. Then he sniffled without thinking and immediately his nose gave a twitch, he groaned even as his breath started hitching. Aziraphale looked down at Crowley to see his face falling with the need to sneeze.

Aziraphale pressed his finger under Crowley’s nose but it seemed to be less effective this time, his nostrils fluttering damply against his knuckle. He tried to rub from side to side like he’d seen Crowley do before.

“Hih…..Huh….Hh-Hih?....I ca-hah-n’t heh...help it..have to...hah-have to…” His head drifted back as his nostrils flared out wide, showing how damp and irritated they were.

Aziraphale switched tack - pulling out his handkerchief and cupping Crowley’s nose in the folds. “It’s alright dear, just let it come. It’s been long enough you should be fine,” He reassured.

Crowley was too overcome to respond and just let go, sneezing wetly into the kerchief. “Hh-Heh...Heh’DJZCHUH….HEH’MPSHCH...AEH’SHOO…Hih….”

“Such a cold in your poor nose. Just sneeze out some of that tickle, dear. It’s alright,” He said, continuing to reassure Crowley who’s cheeks and ears were as pink as his nose with embarrassment. He gently rubbed at Crowley’s back with his freehand.

“Hh..AESSHUH….Hh-Huh-HUH’TSHOO!...ugh…” He groaned, sniffling for a moment. Aziraphale wiped at his nose and then folded the kerchief over to a relatively dry side so his cold-ridden companion could blow his nose again.

“Gesundheit, darling. Blow your nose for me, dear,” Aziraphale said firm but kind.

Crowley did as he was bid and blew his nose, pulling back when he was done to flop back against his lover’s side. “Thanks. Sorry I’m such a mess,” Crowley said meekly.

“No need to apologize sweetheart. You know that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I just wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard, darling,” He said and then followed up quickly when Crowley shot him a glare, “I’m not saying you shouldn’t go on tonight. I know you’ve made your decision, dear.”

Crowley subsided as Aziraphale explained, it was an argument they’d had several times over the past couple days but Crowley was not going to miss out on this venue, even if this cold seemed determined to try to make him.

“Let’s start on your makeup, dear,” Aziraphale said regretfully, but if they started now then they’d have plenty of time to fix things if Crowley needed to clean up his running nose or his eyes watered from sneezing.

“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks again, angel. I know you didn’t want me to do this but it...it means a lot that you’re here to help,” He said looking down towards his black snakeskin shoes.

“I didn’t want you to make yourself more ill but I know you will be as excellent as you always are darling. And I’ll be glad to see it,” Aziraphale said with a little smile. He tilted Crowley’s chin up so he could meet his eyes. “I love you, my dear. And you know how much I enjoy doting on you,” He said teasingly as he tried to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, yeah. You fuss too much. Love you too, angel,” Crowley said with a crooked smile that made his eyes brighten.

Crowley settled back in the chair as Aziraphale pulled out various makeup products. Crowley was perfectly capable of doing his own makeup but Aziraphale was a deft hand at it as well and often did Crowley’s makeup before a show. A comforting ritual that let Aziraphale dote on Crowley in an understated way that was easier for the guitarist to allow.

As soon as Aziraphale started to use his usual powder foundation though he realized this was going to be an all new challenge. “Hh...angel...I..Hh’GSH-uh...Hih-Hh’mmpssh...ssorry,” He said after managing to pull away from the brush before the first sneeze burst from him half stifled against the back of his hand. He dabbed at his nose with a tissue as he sniffled.

“Oh dear. Your nose is quite sensitive isn’t it, this might be a touch trickier than usual,” Aziraphale said with a concerned look, “Do you think you can hold still long enough for me to finish with the powder, dear?”

“Erhm, yeah I think so,” He said with an uncertain sniffle. If he could just get control of his damned nose.

Aziraphale tried to leave his nose alone as much as possible but the even without the bristles of the brush tickling his nose the excess powder in the air was making his nose feel dreadfully tickley. “Hh….Heh...Hiiih?....” Finally Aziraphale powdered Crowley’s nose and the area around it as quickly as possible.

Crowley’s breath hitched desperately, nostrils flaring and fluttering and as soon as Aziraphale was done he turned to the side to sneeze harshly towards the floor. “hh-Hh-Hhh-AESHOO….Heh’SHUH...EPTSHoo..Essh..Etshuh-TSHT... Heh-hih-HEH-RRRUSSHOOO….” He panted heavily leaning back in his chair with a groan.

Aziraphale bit his tongue to not ask if he was sure he was alright to go on. “Gesundheit! Well that should be the worst of it, darling,” He reassured as he brought a tissue up to dab at Crowley’s nose carefully. “Are you alright, my dear?” He asked before he could suppress the need to fuss over his sick love.

Crowley gave a light cough, the sneezes having roughed up his sore throat a bit. “Yeah. ‘m alright, Zira,” He said.

“Oh! I have some tea and lozenges for your throat,” He said bustling over to his bag and pulling out a small thermos and a baggie of lozenges. He poured some tea into the thermos top and offered it to his sick lover. Crowley shot him a grateful look as he sipped at it.

“Best get on with it, angel,” Crowley said tiredly, trying to mentally psych himself up even though he felt dreadful.

“Of course darling. Turn your head towards me again. There we are,” He said gently as he got to work. Luckily the rest of the makeup application went by without incident and then they were nearing the start of the show.

“I should go out to get to my seat soon, my sweet. Do you need anything else?” Aziraphale said pressing a kiss to the side of Crowley’s hair so as not to mess up his makeup or the artfully mussed hair on the top of his head.

“Nah. I’m good. You’re a lifesaver, Aziraphale,” He said with a soft warm look in his eyes and continued sappily, “My angel.” He reached out and tangled their hands together giving Aziraphale’s a squeeze.

“Oh hush,” Aziraphale said as his cheeks went pink, “I love you, my darling. Now um break a leg I think is how it goes.”

Crowley gave a low chuckle. “Yeah that’s the one. See you after, yeah?”

“Of course, darling.” With one last gentle squeeze of their hands Aziraphale left to join the audience in the large auditorium. Crowley was the opening act and then would be helping to close the performance with a couple pieces in a duet with one of the other artists performing this evening as well.

With his last few moments he fiddled with his hair foregoing hairspray as a bad idea and just gelling it in place. He grabbed his guitar, mentally donned his flash bastard persona and made his way out to the stage.

On stage Crowley had to rub his nose and drink water between each song but managed to make it through to the last song before his nose really started to fuss. He turned from the mic to sniffle trying to hold back his cold symptoms until he was off stage and just barely managed to take a bow and rush into the wings before he was stifling a fit of sneezes into his elbow. Some of the staff came up looking worried but he waved them off and rushed off to his dressing room for some much needed privacy.

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The Beginning

This is a continuation of An Eternity ! I wanted to write a flashback of the reader losing her virginity to Alfie!

Warnings: sex!

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It was Tuesday. You’d been dating Alfie for a little over a year. You were lounging on the sofa in his living room, legs curled up on the sofa as you hummed along to the music that escaped the record player in the corner. A bowl of peanuts resided on the coffee table, irresistible as you sat, waiting for the birthday boy to come downstairs. Leaning over, you pinched a handful of nuts before slumping back and eating a mouthful of them.

Alfie’s mother was stood in the corner, purple dress swaying against her ankles as she moved from the fireplace over to to the sofa. She dropped down at your side, soft brown locks bouncing against her shoulders as she showed you what she’d purchased for Alfie.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” His mother was an angel. You spent more time at his house than you did at your own. She was the purest, kindest, most genuine woman you’d ever met and she was Alfie’s best friend. Staring down at the ring that she cradled in her palm, you inspected the jewelry closely, heart fluttering at just the thought of the boy’s face when he was given the gift.

“Oh my god,” You straightened at her side. Moving closer so you could see the glistening jewel, your hand lifted to her wrist, steadying it with wide eyes. “Hes going to love it.” You whispered. Alfie was growing to be very fascinated with rings, bracelets, chains, the lot. He didn’t have the money to purchase them just yet though so the fact that she’d gone out and bought a ring that looked entirely too expensive — you knew it would mean the world to him.

She was beaming. Her soft green eyes moved from yours to the jewel. She stood, carrying it back over to its little box which didn’t look at all like a present. She was very smart. She hid his gift in plain sight. Alfie’s father came bustling into the room, eager to get to his arm chair.

“Hello, Y/N.” He greeted hoarsely as he collapsed on to the new set of furniture. He had an obsession with the thing ever since it had been delivered the prior week. “Doing alright?” He craned his neck around to eye you. You sent him an amused smile before bobbing your head along to his question.

“I’m doing very good, thank you.” You smiled slowly before grabbing another handful of peanuts. “And you?”

“Ah, terrific. I’m home in time for my boy’s birthday, ain’t I?” He looked toward the stairs. “Where’s the lad?”

“He’s trying on the shirt that Y/N bought for him. He says that he needs to get ready before the party.” His wife spoke up then. She crossed the length of the living room in order to give her husband a kiss as a greeting. “People are going to be arriving any minute and you’re not going to sit in this chair all night.” You giggled quietly toward them before standing.

“Is it alright if I ask you both to do me a favor?” Approaching the pair of them, you moved your hands shyly to your cheeks, gazing at the pair who were quickly becoming your favorite adults. Your parents weren’t anything special. “Alfie’s gift is going to be delivered at 6.. I don’t want my mom getting her hands on it so could you keep an eye out for me, please?”

Alfie’s mother sent you a lazy smile before leaning in and kissing your cheek. “Not a problem, darling. We’re cooking the meal in the yard anyway, so we’ll be able to see everything.” She pat your hip softly before ushering toward the stairs. “Do you want to go check on him?”

You nodded without hesitation. Stepping around the chairs, you made your way toward the staircase, heart fluttering excitedly. “Alfie?” Your voice filled the house.

Alfie was stood in front of his vanity mirror. The glass was stained with smudges, impossible to rid of no matter how many times he tried. He was dressed down in some dark trousers and the new button down you’d bought for him. He didn’t know why you’d gone out of your way to get him a gift — he knew you’d spent your own money. Your parents weren’t the type to help out. He sighed gently, eyes raking down the length of the shirt. He loved it, he just couldn’t believe he’d managed to snag a girl so selfless. Ruffling his shaggy locks, he looked toward the door when your voice floated through the cracks.

“Come here!” He shouted back. “I’ve got the shirt on!” Alfie lifted the cologne bottle off of the surface and sprayed his neck with two spritz of the spray. He knew you were a sucker for the smell. He could hear your feet, eagerly pounding against the steps as you made your way up the flight and toward his bedroom — really your bedroom as well. You were always around.

The door behind him opened and you came in with a wide grin already plastered on your face. You were dressed down in a sundress, as beautiful as ever. You had two strands of hair clipped back and out of your face, the rest hanging down in lengthy waves. He looked toward you before rotating completely so you could see what he looked like in the shirt.

“Aw, baby! It fits you!” Your hands planted firmly against your hips, barefeet moving along the hardwood floor in his bedroom. “It’s not too big? It looks great.” You came to a stop when you were stood directly beside him. Staring up at the tall bloke, your hand lifted to his arm, stroking the sleeve of the shirt before you placed your other hand on his belly.

“No, it’s perfect.” He whispered. Part of you felt like he was complimenting you instead of the shirt because of how breathy his voice had grown. Your hand moved up his stomach, over his ribs, along his chest, and up to the side of his neck.

“Good.” You whispered softly. “Happy birthday, handsome.” Your heart swelled at the twitch of his lips. You could tell that he was beyond happy to be celebrating today with you. You lifted yourself up and on to your tiptoes to kiss him, but the doorbell rang, effectively pulling Alfie’s focus to the door when his mother called for him. Exhaling breathily against his lips, you dropped back down so you were stood flat on your feet.

“Hey,” He placed his hands on your hips. Guiding you back toward him, he pulled you forward so that you could still kiss him. “I’m not going anywhere without my birthday kisses.” Your brows twitched, heart swelling.

“How old are you turning again?” Stepping up and on to his feet so you could reach him better, he shuffled his boots before leaning in and letting his nose skim your own tenderly.

“18.” He murmured.

“You’re so old.” You sucked in your bottom lip. He was only two years older. Smiling playfully, you placed your hands on the back of his head and curled your small hands in his brown strands. Tugging him forward and into you, you pressed your mouth against his and began to kiss him slowly. Alfie lowered his hand to your lower back before moving it to your hip and down to your thigh. He hooked his fingers around your leg and easily lifted you up and on to his vanity. 18 was a lot of kisses and he could tell you were going to drag out each and every single one. Your legs parted widely before looping around your boyfriend’s hips.

“One.” You mumbled into his mouth. Moving your hands away from his hair and instead down to his chest, you smiled against his lips before pecking him three times. “Four.” Your hands moved down to his hips, fingers hooking in his belt loops. You didn’t want to rush this, but you knew he had guests waiting downstairs. Their voices were beginning to overlap as people piled in. “Now just kiss me for 14 seconds and we’ll call it even.” Alfie couldn’t help the boyish grin he wore. He laid his hands on your thighs, lazily stroking them as he leaned forward.

“Are you going to count?” He purred. You didn’t have a chance to respond before his mouth covered your own. Your body instantly arched into his, fingers gripping his beltloops tighter so that you could draw him forward. Humming into his mouth the second that your lips locked, you kissed him thoroughly. Your lips slanted against his perfectly, opening within four seconds so that your tongues could play with each other for the remaining ten.

You were the breathiest, noisiest kisser that Alfie had ever been with and it drove him wild. His hands moved up to your hips, cradling them as he groaned out into your opened mouth. He wrapped his lips around your tongue and suckled on it playfully. The giggle that he drew from the back of your throat made his stomach flip. You returned his playful gesture with one of your own. Licking his mouth repeatedly, his eyes fluttered open briefly. In the split second that he saw you, he decided that you looked very kitten-like. “Three seconds.” You uttered out breathlessly. Alfie closed the space once more, kissing you fully. Your mouths moved in sync, battling one another as if to say ‘I love you more’, though neither of you had said those three words aloud yet.

Alfie’s hips subconsciously sunk forward, digging into your crotch. You let out a muffled whimper, a defeated sound that he was more than use to. You wanted, so badly, to be able to let him do more, but you were too shy. Too scared. You wanted to at least let the boy — man — grind against you, but you didn’t know what you were meant to do. Alfie had only tried a handful of times and it felt so good, but he could never tell if you were enjoying it or not, so he’d switch over to cuddling you.

You didn’t understand how or why he was so patient with you. You knew he’d had sex before and you were positive that he wanted to have sex with you. You wanted to as well, your shyness just had a tendency of getting in the way.

Alfie began to draw his hips back when the kiss came to an end. Your fingers tightened in his belt loops, holding him in place against you. “Wait,” You pleaded desperately. He did. His hand was gentle as it traced your hip, curious as it slid along the length of your leg and then back up to your hip. “don’t stop yet.” He sensed the falter in your voice that you tried your best to cover. He didn’t ever want to do anything that made you uncomfortable, but he knew how you acted when you felt anxious and he knew that you had a hard time verbally expressing what you wanted. He lifted his free hand to your chin, slowly tipping it back so his eyes could latch on to your own.

He stepped forward again, allowing your bodies to connect once again. He hooked his hand beneath your calf and slowly drew it up and around his hips. “It’s easy, pet, I promise.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. Your face was hot beneath his lips so he kissed down to your cheek to try and ease your nerves. His mouth then moved down to your jaw and then throat, kissing you delicately to try and ease your worries. You weren’t shy over the physicality of it all, you were shy about your facial expression. Shy that you wouldn’t know how to grind back against him. You worried that when it came time to have sex it would hurt! All silly things to worry about, but try as you might, you couldn’t ignore those little voices in your head.

Alfie sunk his hips forward, dragging them against your own so that your bodies connected in the way they’d done the night he’d first kissed you. Only this time, you didn’t stop him. Alfie continued to rub his clothed crotch over your own, breaths deepening considerably and grunts accompanying his breathing. Your eyes fluttered at the sounds he set free. Turning your head, you guided his face back so that it was in front of your own. You wanted to watch him. Stroking his stubbly cheeks, your eyes moved between his own, bright and inviting. He didn’t see the usual nerves.

“Can you help me?” Your question was so innocent. He smiled at your soft voice before moving his hands to your lower back. He’d do his best.

“There is no wrong way to do it, pet. You’re just rubbing yourself against me to give yourself some friction.” He ceased his movements momentarily.

“Here,” He distanced slightly. His hand found your upper thigh, resting there for a second before he lifted his gaze to you. “can I use my finger instead? I think it would be less intimidating to grind against.” You drew your bottom lip in before leaning back and against his mirror. Your droopy eyes fluttered before you nodded toward him. You respected his need to ask before he touched you. It was one of the things you loved most about him.

Alfie’s hand had never been anywhere near your breasts let alone between your legs. You shyly shifted, small hands moving to the bottom of your dress. Rolling it up, you held his intense gaze, refusing to break it as his finger moved to your underwear. You swallowed thickly, heart hammering noisily against your ribs as your boyfriend brushed his pointed finger along your slit delicately. Almost instantly, your hips sunk forward in attempt to rub against him. He smirked, blue eyes moving to your lips before back up to your own.

“You’ve got it, baby.. it’s easy, automatic.” He brushed his finger along your slit again, allowing you to actually grind against him. Your head tipped back, low moan escaping you as his finger slid over your clit unintentionally. Your hand lifted to his cheek, lazily caressing it before you pulled him forward and locked your lips with his once again. Alfie groaned out in surprise, eyes widening for a moment before they fluttered shut. He hooked his middle finger in your underwear and brushed the material to the side. Letting his finger then trace the length of you, without your panties in the way, he smirked into the kiss when your hips sunk even more desperately toward his hand.

“I feel..” You mumbled into the kiss.

“Soaked.” He filled in the blank for you. He was stunned at the amount of moisture that coated his finger from such a small touch. “Jesus, pet, you’re fucking deprived.”

“Shut up.” You hit his shoulder firmly before pushing him back playfully. Alfie chuckled lowly before licking his lips. He pulled his hands away from you before setting them on his hips. You fixed your dress lazily before biting on your bottom lip. Neither of you knew what to say because neither of you wanted to leave the room. You wanted to tell him that you wanted him to touch you further and he, well he didn’t hold back in speaking his mind for too much longer.

“Can I be honest with you, pet?” His eyes lifted to yours, studying them as you nodded your head. “I want to use my mouth.”

His confession sent sparks through you. Your stomach twisted and flipped instantly and your cheeks felt like they had flames hovering centimeters away from them. Laying your hands on your lap, you shyly fidgeted before looking to his lips. He sensed your hesitation so he opened his mouth again to assure you that he wasn’t trying to pressure you into anything, he was just letting you know. You spoke first.

“What if I don’t.. taste good?” You nibbled on your bottom lip before slowly shifting on the vanity. “Girls can taste bad, can’t they?”

Alfie couldn’t help the wide grin that crossed over his face. He stepped forward, moving all the way toward you until his legs hit the vanity. He leaned in, arms circling your waist and nose brushing along your chin. “Baby, that should be the last thing on your mind.. I promise you, I’m not worried about how you taste, I just want to fucking,” His eyes dropped to your lap. He didn’t know what kind of talk you liked in the bedroom — you’d never done anything. “devour you.” He finished his sentence. He swore your eyes fluttered.

You let out a very soft mew of hesitation before opening your legs. “Well, you are the birthday boy..” You whispered. Your heart thumped nervously, eyes trailing along his expression. He lit up like the stars in the sky, he looked like you’d just given him the greatest gift he could’ve ever received.

“You’re sure?” He laid his hands on the dresser, resting on either side of you. “If you don’t like it, just tell me, okay? I promise I’ll stop.” He pecked your lips eagerly before slowly lowering himself down and on to his knees in front of you. Your eyes followed him, fingers wringing together in front of you before you reached for his brown locks. You wanted to ask him why he was so excited to do this, but you couldn’t get any words out.

Alfie pinched the bottom of your dress before rolling it up to your hips. He took his time to ensure that this was what you wanted. He knew you’d speak your mind, you’d never do anything that you truly didn’t want to. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear before guiding them down and off of your legs. He discarded them on the floor before slowly taking ahold of your calves. Draping each of your legs over his shoulders, he looked up at you with a reassuring smile. You gave him one back, fidgeting only momentarily before you began to brush your fingers through his hair as he neared. Tipping your head back to rest against the mirror, you shut your eyes and let your body relax.

Pointless.

The second his hot breaths came into contact with your inner thighs you stiffened. Arching in the slightest toward him, you used your heels to drag his body closer. Alfie smiled at your expected impatience before pushing his head beneath your dress completely.

He pursed his lips before blowing directly on your clit. Your mouth fell open at the foreign feeling, stomach tensing in the slightest before you wiggled to get closer. He met you halfway. His mouth opened wider than you’d expected and he wasted no time at all before allowing his tongue to trace the length of your slit. An involuntary groan of delight left your lips, followed by a breathy cry for more. He repeated the motion, tongue sliding up and down repeatedly so he could lick every inch of you, only halting any time he reached your clit so he could roll the bud around with his tongue. You gripped his hair tighter, toes curling tightly as you began to grind against his face.

“Oh, Alfie..” His ears twitched, straining to hear you say his name again. Clamping your knees around his head, you bit your bottom lip much rougher than you had before. His tongue brushed along the length of you, mouth watering because you, as he’d thought, tasted delicious. He groaned out in delight, hands moving to your thighs so he could drag you to the edge of the vanity and devour you much easier. Your mouth fell open, hanging in that position as you shuddered. Was it meant to feel this good?

Alfie figured that this felt twice as nice since you’d never done anything sexual before. Your body was craving this more than you knew and he felt so good to be able to be your first — and hopefully only.

Downstairs, Alfie’s mother and father were weaving in between the guests to try and keep them all happy. Boys and girls snatched food off of the trays in the kitchen, snacks to hold them over until dinner was ready. Gifts were piled up in the corner, everyone was chit-chatting as they waited for the birthday boy. Alfie’s mother heaved a soft sigh before excusing herself.

“Alfie!” She called out as she climbed the stairs. “Honey, your friends are all here!” She continued.

Your brows crinkled, small hands curling tighter in his hair. Groaning out pleadingly, you opened your mouth. “Alfie, your friends..”

“they’ll wait.” He spoke against your clit before continuing with what he was doing. He sucked, licked, rolled, and kissed every inch of you. Alfie’s mother came to a stop outside the door, hand curling into a fist so she could knock. Her knuckles tapped the wood softly.

“Alfie? Y/N?” She tried again. “You two have all night to love on each other. Your guests are starting to look antsy.” She knocked harder. “Alfie Solomons.”

Alfie didn’t stop pleasuring you until your thighs quaked and your entire body shuddered. You quivered above him, eyes fluttering before rolling in absolute delight. You tugged his locks, face scrunching up tensely before all at once your entire body gave out. You felt tingly and featherlight, completely spent and exhausted and you hadn’t even done anything! Alfie’s tongue continued to glide along your slit, ridding you of the seemingly never-ending arousal.

He pulled away a few moments later and only stood when he was sure that you weren’t going to turn to absolute jello the second that you placed your feet on the ground. His hands moved to your hips in order to offer you some assistance off of the dresser. You stood shakily, trembling in front of him as you fixed your wrinkled dress.

“Now then,” He whispered huskily.

You leaned up and kissed him, silencing him. The kiss was deep, long, much longer than he’d been expecting. Most girls didn’t kiss him after he went down on them, but you didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace, chests pressing together as he slowly began to sway.

“I love you.” You confessed quietly. Maybe it was a spur of the moment confession, but the meaning behind the words was still the same. No person had ever made you feel the way that he did and you wanted to make sure that he knew just how much he meant to you. He owned your heart. “I love you so much.” You whispered before kissing him once again. You didn’t expect him to say it back, you expected him to go red in the face, maybe tell his mother, just hug you and be done, but you didn’t expect him to lean in like he did and press his lips against your ear.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since I was ten.” He murmured playfully. His lips skimmed your ear before moving down to your neck so he could peck every inch of your skin. “I love you too..”

“Alfie!” His mothers voice cut in again.

“Mum, I’m coming, alright? Go downstairs.” He barked back. He shut his eyes then, doing his absolute best to not get riled up at his mothers need to interrupt. It was necessary. He had guests downstairs.

The pair of you stood, staring at one another with that loving gaze shimmering brightly in both of your orbs. He took your hand in his own and you squeezed it delicately. Now it was time to party.

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The room was loud as everyone in attendance danced around the living room. Alfie’s mother and father had moved the furniture to the farthest side of the room so that everyone could dance around and enjoy themselves without having to worry about tripping over the coffee table or stumbling into the sofa’s leg — and god forbid anyone spilling anything on his father’s new armchair.

Alfie was in the corner mingling with some of his best guy friends as you re-filled your glass with some of the punch on the counter. A little over an hour ago, your gift for Alfie had arrived. His mother had gone to retrieve it as directed and she’d placed it in her bedroom. You’d wanted to give it to him right away, but he was entirely too busy with the amount of people, crowded and cramped in the living room.

“Hey.” A chirpy voice filled the loud air around you. Your eyes lifted away from the red drink you’d just filled your cup with. In front of you, a group of four girls stood, each one looking just like the one stood beside her. They were all blonde, bright blue eyes, sickeningly sweet smiles. You could tell they were bad news.

Lifting your cup to your lips, you took a sip before planting your hand on the counter. Around your wrist, your bracelet tinked softly when the charms tapped each other. “Hi.” You sent them a polite smile. It wasn’t dismissive, but it wasn’t overly friendly. They hadn’t spoken to you all night — now they chose to when you weren’t around Alfie.

“You’re Alfie’s girlfriend, right?” The one in the front spoke up. “I’m Leah.” Your brows twitched. Was her name suppose to mean something? Her tone said that it should’ve. “His ex?” You shuffled your weight from foot to foot before taking another sip of your beverage.

“Oh,” You sensed that she wanted you to stiffen, feel threatened, pout, but you sent her another smile. “nice to meet you.” You weren’t the type to start a cat fight, you’d rather avoid it entirely. Your eyes trailed away from the girls and instead over to the group of boys. Alfie was in the center, face red from his contagious laughter. Your heart warmed at the scene, belly twisting with butterflies. He looked so happy.

“Aren’t you a grade below us?” Her prying questions were getting on your nerves. You finished off your drink before setting the dish in the sink. You nodded to her question. She clearly couldn’t take a hint. It was evident that you had no interest in talking to her. “Well,” she leaned against the counter. “I was just coming over to give you my best,” her smile was wicked then. “he’s beastly in bed. A poor thing like you,” She tutted. “you’d never be able to handle it.” Your brows furrowed at her words. Straightening defensively, you peered at her in confusion.

“And what makes you think I haven’t already?” You bit back.

“Honey, please. You’re the talk of the night. Everyone here knows you’re a virgin. Your boyfriend’s been talking about it nonstop. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You weren’t.. you hadn’t been. Not until you looked around the room and suddenly felt as if everyone was whispering about you. You knew there was nothing wrong with being a virgin, absolutely nothing, but you couldn’t believe that everyone here was talking about it. Mocking you.

Your eyes settled on Alfie when he laughed again. Why was he telling his friends? A pang jabbed mercilessly at your heart. Is that why they were all laughing? You looked back at Leah and it was then that you realized how cruel girls could be.

“Excuse me.” You whispered before moving around the corner and brushing past the girl. You rushed toward the front door, eyes low and body overheating. You felt like you were going to be sick. Alfie’s eyes found you before you could move past him.

“Oi, pet!” He stepped in front of you, ceasing your retreat. “Come meet the lads.” He extended his arm in attempt to grasp your hand but you shoved it away. You didn’t speak, you just stepped around him. His brows drew together in instant confusion, blue eyes scanning the room for a reasoning behind your sudden want to leave. He caught sight of Leah and her smirking followers before he looked back to his friends. “I’ll be back, yeah, need to check on her.” He pressed his palm against his best mate’s back before turning on his heel and rushing after you.

The screen door attached to the front slammed shut after you and then directly after Alfie. His mother watched the pair of you go, wrinkled brow deepening before she shook her head and swatted at her husband. “Go check on the gifts.” She urged before twisting around so she could keep watch on all the kids.

“Y/n!” Alfie’s deep voice filled the night air. You shut your eyes tightly, feet barely making it into your yard before you halted. “Where are you going?”

You turned around to face your boyfriend, feet planted firmly in the cold blades of grass. Staring up at Alfie as he came toward you still, you folded your arms defensively. “Home.” You whispered softly. “Go back to your party, Alfie, your friends will miss you.” You twisted around to start walking back toward the house, but he was quick to follow.

“Hey,” He moved quicker. Dipping in front of you, his hands found your hips, halting you once more. “Pet, what did they say to you, mh?” You clenched your jaw. Brushing his hands off of your waist, you stepped back.

“I’m the talk of the night, Alfie, you should know, afterall you are the one that told them I’m a virgin.” Your boyfriend’s brows drew together, creating a thick crease between them.

“What?” He whispered.

“Everyone’s talking about it! Leah, you’re extremely sweet ex-“

“I never dated her.” He growled, cutting you off.

“Well she says you did, also said that you’re the one boasting about how I’m a virgin and she said I wouldn’t be able to handle you.” Your lower lip started to wobble. “Please, get out of my way, Alfie, I just want to go home.”

Your words made his heart hurt. You hated home and the fact that you wanted to be there more than with him made him feel even worse.

“Pet, I didn’t tell anyone, right, I mentioned it to my friend Al because he, yeah, he’s slept with virgins before.. it’s sort of his thing.” He waved his hand to try and cease himself from getting distracted. “but I was asking for tips, pet, Ive never been with anyone that hasn’t had sex before and I didn’t want to hurt you.. I..” He straightened. Lifting his hands to his face, he rubbed his features down. “I was just asking for tips, babe, right, Leah must’ve overheard. Nobody in there was talking about you.. not in a negative way, yeah, all I’ve been babbling about tonight is you. I’m sure my friends are ready to vomit.” Alfie took a slow step forward. “I’m sorry, beautiful, I didn’t mean for that to happen, right, come here.” You stared up at him with a soft sigh before slowly shrinking forward so you could bury yourself in his embrace. Relief flooded you as he spoke. It was infuriating that Leah was the one spreading the word that you hadn’t had sex — but now you could bury yourself in the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms. He had nothing to do with it. He locked his arms around you tightly, holding you against him so securely. His lips grazed your forehead before moving down to your ear. “I’m lovesick.” He murmured. “Why would I ever want to do anything to jeopardize what we have?”

You turned your head to the side and pressed your lips against his sweetly. Your belly was warm at the fact that he’d been trying to ask for help so he could avoid hurting you and do his best to make it a great experience for you. Kissing him again and then again, you sighed quietly. “I’m sorry, Alfie.. I didn’t want to ruin tonight.”

“You haven’t.” He assured you. “Don’t apologize, right, let’s just go back in, yeah, and enjoy ourselves.” His hand fell to your own. “And you’re staying with me.”

Alfie wouldn’t say anything to Leah. He didn’t want any drama tonight, he would just slyly tell his mother to remove the girls from the party and then he’d make sure, at school the following week, to return the favor and embarrass her the way she’d tried to embarrass you.

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The rest of the night went by smoothly. Alfie was drunk, giggly, and impossible to control. He had had the time of his life tonight and now everyone was gone. The living room was a mess, something that you’d all work together to clean tomorrow, and the birthday presents hadn’t been opened. Alfie’s mother had told you that she’d keep an eye on everything, especially your gift, and Alfie could have them in the morning when he woke. You’d agreed reluctantly until Alfie had tugged eagerly on your hand, begging you to assist him whilst he went pee. You found it impossible to swallow down your own giggles as you followed him up the stairs and into the bathroom once he’d bid his family goodnight.

You were stood at the bathroom sink, washing your face thoroughly as your boyfriend noisily peed. He was giggling, babbling, and making an outright fool of himself. It made you love him even more. Your eyes flickered briefly toward him, unable to avoid glancing toward his groin. Your cheeks warmed at the sight, flushing within seconds of seeing him.

“Oi! Keep your eyes to yourself.. fucking hell.” He slurred out. Leaning over to flush the toilet, he clumsily drew his pants up and, with difficulty, fastened them.

“There wasn’t much to see.” You lied before moving out of the way so he could wash his hands. Alfie snorted. He knew you were lying. He had plenty to see.

“Keep tellin yourself that, darling.” He uttered as he washed his hands. His blue eyes found yours in the mirror, exchanging a lazy smile with you before he reached for a dry rag.

“I’d ask to see it again,” You mumbled as you stepped closer. “but you’re entirely too drunk to be having that kind of fun.” You pressed your lips against his cheek before turning around and making your way back into the bedroom. The boy’s eyes followed you, throat growing tight and stomach following suit.

“Now, pet,” He hurriedly followed after your small form. “I’m really not that drunk, right, it’s just a bit difficult to speak, that’s it.” He dropped down on the bed, eyes glued to your own. You shook your head slowly before settling down at his side.

“No,” you lifted your hand to his hair and brushed his brown locks away from his eyes. “I’d feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

He groaned breathily. “Feel free.” He leaned in and stole a very swift kiss before rolling toward you. You giggled against his lips, eyes fluttering. He climbed on top of you with ease and your body subconsciously laid down on the bed beneath his. Alfie laid his legs on either side of your hips, straddling you before he leaned in and pressed his lips against your throat. “You smell good.” He grumbled against your skin.

Your smile was lost in his hair as you turned your head to the side and laughed into his locks. “Alfie,” You moaned out quietly, hands finding his chest as he kissed along your neck. “Youre drunk.”

“I’d still want this if I were sober.” He practically panted against your skin before placing his hands by your head and propping himself up directly on top of you. He licked his lips slowly, hands fisting in the sheet. You inspected his arms, studying the veins that poked out of his skin so evidently. Brushing your fingertips along his soft skin, you leaned in and brushed your nose over his own.

“Alfie, I want you to make love to me when you’re sober.” Stealing a soft kiss from him, you moved your hands to the sides of his neck so you could draw him in for another kiss. “We can make out though.” His mouth was centimeters from yours, but it never made it before he sprung up. Alfie was off of the bed hurriedly, feet pattering against the floor as he clumsily moved to the door. He was stumbling and giggling, boyish when drunk. “Where are you going?” You whispered before sitting up.

“To sober up!” He told you none too quietly. Alfie raced down the stairs, leaving you to lay on the bed with a lopsided smile. Shaking your head, you drew the blanket up and over your body. Peering up at the ceiling, you bit your bottom lip shyly before sliding out of bed and moving to the doors.

“Alfie.. sober up upstairs, we don’t want to wake your parents!” You hissed. He hissed back.

“I’m coming, pet, just hang on! I have to make the coffee down here!” He grabbed a loaf of bread and then waited for the coffee to boil. The second it was finished, he grasped a mug and filled it to the brim before racing toward the staircase. He gazed up at you with a wide grin. “I’m gonna sober up for you.” He whispered as he climbed the long flight. Dipping into the bedroom alongside you, he nudged the door shut before dropping the bread on the bed and then taking a sip of the hot coffee. You laid back down on the mattress, collapsing on your side. Alfie climbed on to the bed, large hand brushing along your thigh before he leaned in and kissed your cheek. He then sat back, legs crossing so he could munch on the pieces of bread and sip the coffee in his glass. He kept an eye on you, studying your features as you studied his. “Fucking beautiful.” He murmured, mouth full. He let his hand slide along your thigh, gliding your dress up to to your waist lazily. He smiled at your need to hide your face, shying away from his compliment.

The atmosphere was playful, it was light and the pair of you were infatuated with one another. You slowly lifted your head before moving so that you rested on one elbow. “Alfie?” You whispered quietly. He looked to you, chewing the bread that was balling up in his mouth. “Can I uh,” You didn’t know how to verbally ask. It seemed so odd to say, but that was only because you’d never said it before. “see your..” You lifted your finger to your lips, lazily chewing on it before you slowly ushered toward his crotch.

His blue eyes scanned yours, scrutinizing your face as he swallowed the food. His head was spinning. Were the two of you actually going to have sex? He blinked slowly, heart thumping a little quicker and a little louder. He’d thought you’d taken his ‘sobering up’ as a joke. His hand moved back along your thigh, head bobbing in response to your question. He watched you closely as you lifted yourself up and into a kneeling position. You crawled toward him, small hands sinking in the blue blanket beneath the pair of you. You moved your palms along the duvet, toward his form. His trousers were rough beneath your fingertips as you traced a line from his knee, up to his crotch. You swallowed thickly, shuffling on your knees in order to slid closer to him. Your hands moved to the center of his slacks. Pinching the button, you gave it a slight tug before lifting your eyes to his. He didn’t look nervous — he looked taken aback. He nudged the loaf of bread to the side and finished off his cup of coffee. He burned his throat considerably but the sting was worth it, he wanted to sober up quickly.

He watched intently as you unfastened the button. The fabric opened willingly, zipper gliding south as your fingers guided it. He watched intently as you crawled even closer. The fabric of his trousers was easy to push out of the way and his boxers were quick to follow suit. You’d seen him naked many times before this — but the situations were completely different, thus you’d never felt nervous. You swallowed thickly when his cock was revealed. Alfie read you like a book. His hand moved to your throat, fingertips delicate as they traced the warm surface of your skin.

“Come here, pet, right, I’m sober.” He promised before he slowly placed his palms on your hips. He slowly guided you forward and toward him until you were forced to straddle his lap. You were perched up on his thighs, gaze glued to the member between his legs that seemed to be staring you directly in the eye. Laying your hand on his shoulder, you lazily traced his warm skin before leaning in and kissing his lips softly.

“I do have a different birthday present for you.” You whispered quietly. “But I.. I want..” Everything you said in your head seemed like it would sound completely wrong leaving your lips.

“I know.” He assured you before slowly moving his hand around to the base of your neck. He used his body to lay yours down and as if it werent difficult in the slightest, he maneuvered himself so that he was laid on top of you. He placed his hands on either side of your head before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. “It’s alright to be nervous, pet, I’m not gonna rush you.” He assured you.

You shifted beneath him before laying your warm palms on his exposed hips. Shoving his jeans and boxers down completely, you opened your legs wide enough to let his body rest on top of you comfortably. “I know, that’s why I love you, Alfie.”

He wore a wide grin at your soft words. He’d never tire of hearing that. He leaned up on his knees completely and without hesitation, he drew off his shirt and threw it to the floor before laying down on top of you completely. His mouth found the side of your neck, brushing along the length of it carefully. You used your hands to pull his hips forward and urge him to grind against you as he had earlier that day.

The streets were quiet, everyone that had attended the party was now tucked away in their own home, sleepy from dancing all night. It had been a complete success. The trees blew gently with the breeze, branches quietly scraping Alfie’s window and attempting to ruin the moment taking place.

Your heavy breaths mingled, whimpered pants and harsh exhales from the way your bodies seemed to move against one another. He was taking his time as he’d said he would. His fingers moved from merely rubbing you to sliding into you and he was aware that the tension was a new feeling for you. You clenched around him tighter than he’d previously predicted, but it didn’t matter how long this took. He didn’t want to do this with anyone else.

“I wish it was me that was taking your virginity instead.” You giggled against his mouth when he tried to give you a sweet kiss. A low moan followed your words, a trickle of pain evident in your tone.

“Ah, baby.” He huskily spoke. “I wouldn’t be able to handle that. You wouldn’t have had any fun with me. I was clumsy and I climaxed the second I was touched. Believe me, pet.. you probably would’ve dumped me.” He teased. His fingers continued to pump inside you, stretching you, preparing you. He was agonizingly hard and he really did want to just bury himself past your folds and thrust himself into you carelessly, but this wasn’t a hook up. Alfie Solomons was very impatient, he was greedy, and he didn’t care much when it had come to sex in the past. His previous lovers would refuse to believe that this gentle boy was the same one they’d slept with.

Alfie withdrew his fingers before slowly lifting them to his lips so he could lick them clean. “Right,” He whispered. “Ready?” He brushed his hands along your soft thighs, touching every inch of your body that he could as he peered down at you. Your head bobbed shyly, droopy eyes fluttering shut as you locked your arms around his neck tightly.

It was still. Alfie wasn’t moving. He just let you embrace him and he returned the favor. He was mentally preparing himself for the uncontrollable urges he knew were coming and he was ensuring that you were absolutely okay. The pair of you stayed like that for a little while, you brushing your fingers through his hair and him kissing the skin of your neck and shoulder. You felt him as he began to squirm. He adjusted himself, large hand moving between your sweaty bodies so he could grabbed ahold of his throbbing erection and slowly guide himself into you.

Because of the foreplay, your body accepted his without much difficulty. You felt the significant amount of discomfort, a tense pressure, before it vanished and you were left lying beneath him with a soft grimace. He let out a low groan in your ear, a sound that resembled one you’d heard earlier that day when he’d been feasting on you.

Alfie was still, hips frozen as he guided his hand up to your clit. He pressed his thumb against the swollen bundle of nerves and gently began to roll it so he could bring you some amount of relief. You let out a shaky moan of delight before spreading your legs wider than before.

Downstairs, Alfie’s mother and father were rolling around on the bed, attempting to convince themselves that the noises they heard drifting from the ceiling were all in their head. Alfie was not having sex with his girlfriend. The pair of them were losing their mind. They had to be. His mother buried her face in her pillow and his father distracted himself with the gift you’d purchased for Alfie that was still waiting to be given to the boy. The flat of his palm pressed against the bed, calling for the pup to leap up on to the mattress and give him some attention. The dog curled up against the man’s chest, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he waited for the couple upstairs to come retrieve him. The couple were sure that once the two of you were finished with whatever it is that you were doing, you’d come creeping downstairs in order to get the bullmastiff who’s collar read the name ‘Cyril’. They’d have to pretend to be asleep — neither of them would want to face the confrontation or embarrassment of it being known that they’d overheard what the pair of you were doing.

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rendezvousrenjun · 5 years

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ring ring rejection | two

img // au masterlist // prev // next // ✰ pairing : highschool!renjun x reader (+ dreamies + best friend!mark) ✰ genre : very light angst + fluff ✰ word count : 2.5k

Okay walking into class with sunglasses was really dumb. Sitting in the shower crying this morning was also really dumb. But forgetting to tell Mark what happened last night was the dumbest mistake of all.

You woke up with a throbbing headache and dried up tears in the crevices of your eyes. Tuesdays were always worse than Mondays because now there wasn’t any excuse to slack-off or complain about the start of the week. You just wanted to take it easy today to push away all the worries that held you captive.

During lunch you decided to sit at the secluded area with the broken table and chairs. You thought that maybe you could find peace by being alone, but sometimes you forget that Mark knows you better than yourself. Sipping on your peach calpico, you see him emerge from the English department building.

“Oiioioioioioi” his voice gets louder and you instinctively look down and cross your legs as a subconscious form of defense as you see Mark’s shadow tower over you. You end up looking up to catch a glance and immediately shoot your head down when you see Mark’s smile grow even more. “AHAHAHAHAHHA what are those????????” “I just wanted to be cooler today” you say as you take another sip of calpico and try to shrug your shoulders nonchalantly. Mark grabs the calpico out of your hand and you don't even resist. He nods his head at you as if asking permission, but the bottle was already touching his bottom lip. You nod half heartedly and he chugs the whole drink down. “Ya-” you reach over to get the bottle, a weak attempt of saving the last bitty drop for yourself, but Mark pulls off your sunglasses as you lean towards him.

“Yo these are so big-” his eyes transition from the obnoxiously large glasses in his hands to your tired face, “hey what happened” his cheeks deflate from his teasing smile and he lowers his hands to place the glasses on the table between you two, you don’t say much, afraid of choking up again, but you glance at him though your eyelashes and mumble out “renjun”.

And Mark confirms yet again that he knows you better than yourself sometimes. He places your sunglasses back on your face, and recycles the calpico on the way to dragging you to the boy’s bathroom.

“Hol up hold up Mark what if someone’s in there???” he ignores you and walks straight in just to be greeted with the sound of piss hitting the ceramic toilet. “Hey Mark-oMGONG MARK WHYD U BRING Y/N TO THE BOY’S BATHROoM omGg ya-” Haechan hurriedly tries to protect whatever was left of him from your eyes and turns his whole body away from the door.

“ahhH MARK DUDE whAT THE FU-” you slam your hands against your sunglasses to salvage whatever purity you had left (although not much). “Haechan is there anyone else in the bathroom?” Mark asks while Haechan fumbles to zip up his pants and makes his embarrassed walk of shame to the sink. “Not that I know of-” Mark is already making his way to lock the public restroom which you were pretty sure you weren't supposed to do, but you didn’t question it.

“y/n what are the sunglasses for?” Haechan leans against the sink fanning his hands out in the air sporadically instead of just blow drying them, some droplets flying on top of your lenses.

“y/n take off your sunglasses” Mark makes his way back to the sink and starts running the water. “Why?” “Just trust me.” You hand over your glasses to Haechan who immediately sees your teary eyes and makes a whiny noise to showcase his odd way of showing concern. He starts clinging onto you; playing with your ears and poking your shoulders. Mark asks you to keep still so he can pat your face with cold water and rough paper towels. About five minutes of patting under your swollen eye bags later, Haechan suggests applying some makeup to cover up the redness. To your surprise, Haechan brings out his own little pouch and asks to borrow yours so he could work his magic. He boasts about doing his mom and sister’s makeup sometimes, his favorite look being this gold smokey one. You and Mark simply giggle at Haechan’s boisterousness.

You learned that Haechan wasn’t bluffing and now you know who you were gonna call up next special occasion. Amidst Haechan concentrating on your face the bell rings and all of you turn into surprised pikachus. “Shoot,,, I think we missed fifth period my dudes” “Big bruh moment right here” “I’m nervous” you interject, eyes shooting down yet again. “Hey y/n we may have covered your worries on the outside but it’s really up to you if you still want to push through with lying- you could always tell him the truth-” “I don’t want to soil something that wasn’t even there to begin with Haechan.”

Haechan just silently starts kneading your shoulders as the three of you make your way out to class. You were glad you and Mark got to class before Renjun, slickly going to the very back where your seats were located. The moment Renjun walks in you accidentally slam your head against your desk out of pure impulse as a way to hide like a complete and utter idiot. Renjun taps the mole on his hand anxiously when he looks over at you. He doesn't know why this whole situation makes him a bit bashful, but before he sits in his seat he clears his throat. “Hellooo” you hear his voice crack and pop your head back up to look at him through your specs. “Heyyy renjuuun” Renjun’s grin grows on his face and low chuckles come out when he sees the bulky glasses on your face. He slides down to his seat, and you see Jaemin come in right after, ruffling Renjun’s hair. Renjun playfully springs back up to make a fist and acts like he’s about to punch him, but he spins around back to you as if he cut himself off with his own thoughts. “OH” he claps his hands together and his eyes go from crescents to half moons. “I forgot to tell you before I meet you at the cafe I have to help out someone real quick is that okay?” “Oh really..? That’s okay.. So I don’t wait for you by the gate?” “No you don't have to- also -- wait it’s NEOcafe right?” “Renjun what other cafes are around here?” He smiles again cheekily and bobs his head as he lowers back down in his seat, the teacher turning on the projector to finally start class.

Your thoughts were muddled together on your lonesome walk to the cafe. Mark offered to walk you there but you genuinely wanted to think over how this situation will play out. If it gets too awkward how are you going to bail? How would you react if he bailed out first? One foot over the other, the next thought comes after the other.

By the time you step foot in the cafe your feet continue to make a beeline headed to the restroom. You think back to how many times you’ve been in a restroom today, spraying perfume on and looking at the freshly wiped down mirror. Now that you thought about it, your speculations was like a spritz of perfume; the moment you put it out there it has already started to fade. Maybe your thoughts on confessing were never meant to exist.

NO! You are a bad bitch don’t take back wanting to feel this way! What’s said is said and that’s on periodT.

You fling the restroom door open with this new surge of confidence. That’s right. You think to yourself, if my feelings are going to be buried in a ditch, I’ll bury them in style.

Renjun is easy to spot wherever he is. Even if he was at the very corner booth of the cafe scrolling through his phone it was like your gaze constantly gravitated his direction. He looks up after chewing on his bottom lip and meets your eyes for the first time today without your sunglasses on. Why was it every time you see his teeth peeking out of his shy smile the wind knocks out of you and reappears as soft warm tickles that clumsily graze your insides? Did you really have it that bad?

“Are you thirsty?? Lets order drinks first” he says as you take your seat across from him. He pulls out his cracked phone screen and shows you the yelp reviews and menu and suggests the jasmine milk tea, or the hokkaido special. You like the way his fingers scroll through, leaving thumb prints here and there, or the way his mouth stays a little open when he’s fascinated by the mango blast.

When you're about to get up to order Renjun holds your wrist back and makes you sit back down. You feel the area he held onto heat up as he stands up in your stead. “I’ll pay don't worry” and before you could insist otherwise, he has already made his way to the cashier. He pulls out his phone mid-order in a haste and you wonder what’s so urgent; to your surprise your phone rings with his caller-id.

“Renjun..?” “y/n sorry but I forgot what you wanted, what was it again?” He turns to look at you with those gleaming crescent eyes again and you try to suppress the growing urge to say you.

When he places your drinks back on the wooden table you poke at him teasingly, “see this is why I thought you liked me heheh” “What do you meEAAAAan” “youre just so niCEEeee… sometimes” “YA-” He cuts himself off with a chuckle so sweet, sweeter than the drink you were sipping on, and it makes your heart do crazy lil kicks and flips. “Why else did you think I liked you??” “Well for starters the fact you turn around to doodle on my paper sometimes… or when you laugh at my jokes, or look at me and hear me out when Mark and Jaemin are too busy yelling at each other in class…” “But I’m a gentleman! It’s not my fault my parents raised me to be this chivalrous!” “WeLL U KNOW WHaT RENJUN I don't like you!!! key word: DONT.. D . O. N. T. donT“

Renjun genuinely laughs for the first time this whole day. He didn’t remember you being so funny. He likes the way you laugh back, reassuring him that this situation never had to be awkward to begin with.

“I don’t like you either key WORD: I.!!!” He shouts in between laughs, “actually I forgot to ask earlier but did you put on eye makeup??”

Shit shit shit he’s on to you y/n

“Oh yea Haechan did it for me” “Ohhh... pretty cool” he acknowledges Haechan’s talent and leans over the table to examine your eyes. This may have been the closest you’ve ever seen his face. Your heartbeat gets a little faster the more you adore his features in silence. His eyes flicker from your eyelids to your pupils, and the eye contact makes your heart drop to your ass.

You could tell time was passing by with the way the sunset seemed to glow a stronger orange, or the way customers left and came with each passing hour. But you nor Renjun seemed to acknowledge it in between conversations about how he loves how the stars look outside his grandmother’s backyard or how Mark once hit you with a baseball bat when you guys were ten. The more you spoke the Renjun the more your nerves were replaced by comforting giggles, and the more you realize how much you panicked for nothing. This idea of him you had in your head was replaced by this real person, who had his own remorseful doubts and insecurities, his own ambitions and goals, and other people he seemed to admire.

“I feel like I’ve known you for forever” “Why did it take so long for us to get closer”

These words reinforced your little world with Renjun. This comfortable bubble you two seemed to float in and forget about things like homework.

But just like any other bubble, this one had to pop.

“Hey do you like anyone.. Like actually?” This sudden question from Renjun threw you off. “I don't know renjun.. Do I??” You feel your cheeks heat up and you fumble with your empty cup. “Well.. do you??” “Well….. dependssss…. DO YOUUUU??” “Mmmm perhaps” he hums while watching you tap around the edge of the cup.

Perhaps?

“I’ll only tell you because you are part of my secret cult now and I oddly trust you?” “Oddly? How DARE yoU” you try to stop yourself from getting flustered over the fact that Renjun trusts you now. “Well injunie.. who is it?”

He motions for you to lean over with his hand and cups your ear in both his hands. You could feel your ears heat up as he whispers lowly into them. “Yoo..”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you feel your face change into an even darker shade of red.

“juNg”

Oh.

“I like Yoojung.” He retreats back into the booth and looks at you with those lustrous eyes of his again. “In fact, that's why I was kinda late today I wanted to help her with her books..” He obtains the shade of pink you had on previously and bites down on his lip as he smiles at you goofily and almost innocent-like.

“That’s…...pretty cool” you are able to choke up, trying not to give yourself away by saying more or risking the possibility of Renjun picking up how you felt.

“Oh it’s already 8?!?” Renjun nervously laughs as a way to change the subject, “we should probably go, is your house far from here? I’ll walk you home!”

You knew you probably should’ve said no to your rejector walking you home, but Renjun became more than just someone who rejected you today. Even just as a person, you enjoyed his company. So you allowed the word “sure” to slip out of your mouth and a warm smile to seep through which he happily reciprocated.

This is okay. I like being Huang Renjun’s friend.

And you did. Truly, you did. You enjoyed when Renjun hit your shoulder with his on the sidewalk, or when he shined the flash on his phone on you as a way to brighten the pathway from the darkness. You wished the walk home was longer, but your house revealed itself in what felt like only a second.

“Hey y/n...I’m sorry I was suspicious and was so defensive the other night on the phone. I shouldn't have taken your kindness in the wrong way, now I regret to have not taken the initiative to get to know you better sooner.”

But you were right.

“No no no” you apologetically laugh, “I thought the same no worries.”

Your response seemed to relax Renjun, the stars in his eyes contrasting with the night sky. “Not to be weird or anything but from now on just ring me up whenever you want, I’m glad you’re in my life now”

This moment is fleeting. This moment is bittersweet.

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