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sphireath-wisp · 8 months

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please do sae and kaiser next for You and Me - Always Forever i love it sm!!! 💗💗

#You and Me - Always Forever

Sypnosis: What was one of the moments that made them decide they wanted to marry you and vice versa?

Warnings: Might fall in love with the reader, no actual proposals (just the moments that spark the thought, that feeling that you'd want to spend a lifetime with that person), not proofread, messy interchanging grammar

Notes: SOMEONE HAS ANSWERED MY PRAYERS I FINALLY GOT A REQUEST, ILYSM ANON TYSM 💪💪💪

Featuring: Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser x GN! Reader

Sae Itoshi - What made him want to marry you?

"One ice cream for the newlyweds!" The ice cream uncle ecstatically exclaims, a smile beaming on his face. He passes you the ice cream and swipes the money from Sae's hands - he would have usually done the uncle a favor by passing the money directly, but his assumption about the both of you made him malfunction for a moment.

Sae exchanged quick glances with you - any longer and you would have noticed a hint of red creeping up his cheeks. "We're not newlyweds," Sae speaks before stuffing spare change in his wallet.

"Oh?" The uncle's eyes widen, "You both looked on the younger side. How long have you both been married?"

"Aha, no, we're not married." You blurt out, the already-dopey smile on your face growing even wider as you feel Sae's pinky finger link with yours. "We're not engaged either." You add on, just in case.

"Really? I'm sorry for making assumptions then," the uncle nods as you insist it's okay, he did give you and Sae quite a euphoric moment to remember - a small moment etched into both of your memories.

As you laugh about the whole situation after waving the uncle goodbye, you notice Sae seems to be... absorbed in his thoughts, hands still tucked in his pockets and silent as ever - he didn't even taste the ice cream you both agreed to share, he was so excited to show you his favorite ice cream truck that he almost annually visited every week as a child.

"Sae?" You nudge him lightly after scooping up a portion of the ice cream with a small spoon. "Come on, eat some ice cream, or else it'll melt."

Sae blinks and snaps out of his dazed trance, eyes on the ice cream before looking at you - gaze melting ever so slightly. "You can have all of it. I had a lot of it as a kid."

"But, didn't you say it's your favorite flavor? Plus, we agreed to share or else I'll be too full for lunch." He still seems to be out of it as his eyes linger on you for longer than usual. His mind was still stuck on the interaction between you, him, and the ice cream uncle.

Did you both look like a couple that much? Did the both of you really act like a married couple? The thought that both you and Sae were just dating never even crossed the uncle's mind. The look on his face when you told him that you weren't married to Sae... was it really that surprising?

Sae's eyes narrow slightly at you after you take another bite. Taking the complimentary tissues the uncle passed you, one hand lifts your chin up, the other hand using the tissue to wipe the corner of your mouth gently. He didn't laugh or make fun of you, the gears in his body turning to help you without any judgment.

Sae pauses, taking a mental note of his actions. His eyes locked with you once more before shifting back... perhaps the both of you did resemble a married couple a bit. "...What were you saying?"

"...Nothing." You glance away, swarms of butterflies invading your stomach.

After that, even when you both returned to your shared apartment, he began realizing just how automatic and in tune the both of you were together. Every morning, you always prepared that extra cup of coffee for him. He'd always warn you of hot surfaces beforehand. You'd always prepare the bath before he reached home and he always reminded you to water the plants outside.

Sae was logical, calculative, and always thought before he acted. He had no reason to marry you (if he ignored how hopelessly in love he was with you, but he wouldn't accept that as a legitimate reason.). However, at the very same time, he didn't have any reason to not marry you (which he used to convince himself that everything he was doing was planned and completely logical.)

The more he considered it, the more he thought about his life with you. He loved waking up with you next to him every morning. He loved how adaptable you were, waiting in bed for him for his nap so he wouldn't have to drag you into bed with him. He couldn't see himself in a future without you. He had someone to lose.

So, he'll hold you close and never let you go, forever.

You - What made you want to marry him?

Sae was always someone that sensed more than he spoke.

His eyes are constantly at work, observing your every reaction, greedily stealing glances from you because he could never get tired of looking at you despite living in the same apartment. The smell of your perfume/cologne comforts him to unbelievable lengths, it calms him down. And occasionally, he wouldn't mind a bit of physical touch if it's with you. Give him that sweet smile and his barriers are broken down in an instant; maybe his lips will work their magic on you if he has the time (Sae always says he does).

But, of course, we're left with the last of the 5 senses - hearing. If there was one thing he loved doing, he absolutely adored hearing your voice. He's always the first to notice when you have a sore throat or when you're sick because of your voice, he's so sharp that even slight changes in your tone don't go unnoticed.

Sae would always insist that you call him, but since he rarely had the time overseas, you would resort to voice messages instead. Long voice messages about you rambling to him about your day, about the stone you accidentally tripped over, about that new Cafe that just opened up and smelt just like him during slow mornings - freshly brewed coffee.

Even after he was back from his overseas trip, he still continued to (indirectly) ask you to send him voice messages. It was a bit... strange to you. You didn't mind honestly, but it did pique your curiosity.

"Why do you want me to send you voice messages when we can just talk like this?" The question pops up in your head and you blurt it out without a second thought, adjusting yourself in the passenger seat of Sae's car to get comfortable. "You're back from your overseas trip, we could always talk in person."

Sae doesn't respond and you notice his lips part slightly before he purses them back - little changes in his body language that you've learned to take note of. He was hesitant to respond.

He was aware of how aloof he could be, painfully aware. Even in times like now, he was still trying to frame his words in a way that wasn't too blunt.

"Once..." Sae parked the car first before finally speaking. "You told me you felt like I wasn't listening to you and you got sad. You stopped rambling and talking to me as much as you used to." Sae lets go of the steering wheel, body twisting to the side to face you fully, demonstrating to you just how much he meant every word.

"You always told me you didn't like one-way conversations... but I like your voice." Sae openly admits - something he's sure he would've regretted in the past, but he knows you wouldn't judge. You nodded as he spoke, eyes locked with his as you felt heat creep to your cheeks and up the tip of your ears - he really was listening.

"For the first time in a while, I heard you ramble in your voice messages. It was... nice to hear you talk for so long and you sounded so happy." Your eyes capture the heartwarming image of him glancing away to hide the pink dusted on his cheeks, a smile tugging on his lips. At that point, you couldn't stop smiling, words like this would make anyone fall in love. "I just wanted to hear you ramble like that more."

His hands land on the back of his neck, scratching it lightly whilst waiting for your response.

It was weirdly innocent and pure for someone like Sae, even you couldn't hold back your giggles after hearing his reasoning. Sae grip on your hand tightens as you laugh. Damn it, did you have to be that charming?

"Sae," Your voice lowers and he feels shivers crawl down his spine at the way you hum his name. You've immediately stolen all of his focus with one word, you really are remarkable. "It feels uncomfortable because sometimes you never reply. When I talk, I wanna feel like I'm being heard, you know?"

Sae nodded.

"A simple 'uhuh' or asking questions makes me feel like I'm being listened to." You gently stroke his knuckles with your thumb and his gaze alternates between you and your hand interlocked with his. "Plus, hearing my voice like this, in real life, sounds much better, right?"

"Mmhm, you're right... Could you continue about that cat you saw at the pet shop?" He was always a fast learner.

Michael Kaiser - What made him want to marry you?

"How are you feeling?" You almost flinch when you press your hand against Kaiser's forehead, his rising temperature alarming you. You tilt your head to the side, allowing him to bury his face comfortably into the crook of your neck. "Not so good, meine liebe." Kaiser grumbles, voice hoarse.

You feel heat radiate from his body and arms wrap around your waist, leaving not even a centimeter of breathing room between you and him. Usually, if he was in a better condition, he'd be teasing you in soft whispers or planting delicate kisses against your skin, smirking at your reaction.

Hot breaths against your neck give rise to even more concern and you quickly guide him back to bed - the place where he gathered so much of his energy together to escape from so he could be with you despite his worsening fever. "No crawling out of bed and no rebutting that." You order, lowering his head down on the pillow and spotting the sweat trickling down his face. Strands of hair cling to the back of his neck, breathing heavy and erratic.

"You're so cruel to me, der Liebling." Kaiser groans softly, chuckling in spite of his unfortunate situation. You feel your cheek flush slightly at the way he calls you, though he doesn't sound as pleasant to the ears with his sore throat. "I'll be nice if you listen, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Kaiser's gaze melts and you almost feel yourself melting along. The effect this man had on you was crazy.

You sigh and stand up, "I'll go make you some food. Eating more is important especially when you're sick." Kaiser's fingers inch towards you just as you're about to leave, but he lacks the energy to stop you entirely.

It was... nice to see your nurturing side towards him. How you gently creak the door open and innocently peek your head in, muttering his name in case he was awake. How you'll always catch him when he pretends he's asleep - he just likes feeling you pat his head and run your fingers through his hair to soothe him to sleep. The way you always rush to his room when he calls out your name, you purposefully don't listen to music when he's sick so you can always hear his voice.

You insisted on doing the chores for the week and - no matter how much Kaiser tried to get up and help, you were just as stubborn as him and refused any assistance. He feels exhausted, but he'll ignore that exhaustion if it means he can help you even in this situation - it's out of character for him to be so selfless.

"Kaiser... can you sit up and eat?" You highly doubted he could, especially when all he could do was return you with a weak nod instead of a verbal response. "Okay, I'll lead you outside, but please tell me if you need to go back to bed."

Kaiser wraps his arm around your shoulder, trying to wobble back onto his own two feet. Usually, you would be spoonfeeding him chicken soup or something warm by the bed, but the table bedside didn't have enough space to fit all of the food you prepared.

Weary eyes glance at the whole feast on the table and you help him sit down before sitting down next to him. "Recognize any of the dishes?"

"...are these all German dishes?" He instantly recognizes them from the smell alone. "Mmhm! I got a little carried away with how much I prepared, but I hope they make you feel a little more at home, or at least better." He could practically burst into tears right now, gaze switching between you and the food you spent the whole morning and afternoon preparing.

You pick up a spoon and grab a bite-sized portion of the food in front of you, cupping his cheeks as you ask him say 'aahh'. He obeys, opening his mouth before being fed the food. "How is it?" You inquire, scooping up another bite.

"It tastes like an amateur made it." You almost drop your spoon and your chin dips. It felt like you just received a kick to the stomach and you chuckle. You both sit in silence for a moment and you begin to reconsider whether his initial comment was sarcasm or not.

"But," Kaiser's hand rests on your thigh, thumb lightly caressing your skin - he's always been a bit of a romantic. "It's one of the best dishes I've ever had, der Liebling."

You - What made you want to marry him?

Kaiser was always a risk-taker. His charms never failed him when it came to others and his skills always proved him superior in soccer, so of course you assumed it was the same thing when it came to you. You were sure you were just another victim of his charms and he happened to fall in love so hard that he stuck with you until now.

Though, that all changed when you began reminiscing about your younger years with him.

"Do you remember when we had our first kiss?" The words slip out of your mouth suddenly as you stare out of the window of your shared apartment with Kaiser, entranced by the ocean of stars glittering like jewels in the midnight sky.

Kaiser steals a glance at you and you don't stare back - good, he didn't want you to tease him about the (most likely) obvious blush on his cheeks. "Yeah," he mumbles out loud before your head swerves to look in his direction.

Simultaneously, both of your lips part.

"It was horrible."

"It was amazing."

You blink at Kaiser, lips pursing to hold back your giggles in vain. "You thought it was amazing?"

Kaiser fidgets with the pen in his hand, scoffing. "Yeah, why do you think it was horrible? I invited you out to a nice restaurant, we walked home together and I kissed you goodnight - sounds like it came out of a movie, what's wrong?" His eyebrows furrow as the memories of him being laughably nervous that evening suddenly flood his mind.

"I was a terrible kisser back then." You admit, a tinge of embarrassment laced into your words. You look away, back at the stars. "You broke this kiss so early, I screamed into my pillow all night."

Kaiser rests his cheek on his knuckles, elbow resting against the table and glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly. He uses the pen to guide your chin, making you face him. "You weren't terrible, Meine Liebe."

Your fingers gently hold the pen, rolling your eyes with a dopey smile. "Don't use your flattery and charms against me. You always got me all flustered in the past."

"I'm being honest, really. From my very clear memory, you weren't as bad as you described." He's beginning to ramble. "In fact, you were the one who unintentionally made me flustered."

"Oh?" Kaiser pauses as you interrupt him, mind processing what he had just told you. "Like? Give me a few examples."

Oh fuck.

"Was it when I gave you a hug all of a sudden when you won the first match you invited me to?" Oh god, all of the memories are really coming back to him. He wanted to impress you so bad and actually considered that he might lose.

You inch closer, grinning from ear to ear. He had always known you looked good up close but wow.

"Was it when we accidentally bumped shoulders and you couldn't look me in the eye? I thought you felt bad for spilling my drink, but were you actually nervous around me?" You have no idea how many times he's actually stared at you from afar, sweaty hands stuffed into his pockets as he spoke to you.

Did the temperature suddenly rise? Why is he sweating so much?

"So... you broke that kiss with me so early because you were shy?" You hit the nail right on the coffin, watching him melt right before your eyes and glance away. Oh, how the tables had turned.

"Wow, I never knew." You hum in satisfaction, leaning back to give him a little more breathing space. "You fell for me hard, didn't you?"

Kaiser's dead silent, his heart pounding in his chest. He wished his heartbeat was loud enough to block out the sound of your voice, maybe then he would have time to recover and retort. "Meine Liebe, please..."

You place your hand on his, eyes glued back onto the stars as an amused chuckle escapes you. "I like this side of you. I like all sides of you." You heard the leaves rustling outside in a minute of short, sweet silence.

"I love you, Kaiser." You announce, almost too proudly. Kaiser sighs, still unable to lock eye contact with you. "...I love you too."

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honeysuckleharringtons · 1 year

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"All The Time" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: When Y/N stays late to help Steve with some laundry, it gets them both thinking about forever, thinking about if life was like this all the time.

Pairing: single dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,096

Content Warning: mentions of swearing, very mild swearing, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: extremely domestic Fluff

Extra Notes: EVERYONE'S FAVORITE DAD AND DAUGHTER ARE BACK!!!!!

Based On the Prompt: "Stained Clothes" from this year's @domaystic prompts

Originally Written: 05/07/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

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single dad!steve masterlist can be found here!

"Lori, Y/N, I'm home!" Steve called, slipping his shoes off by the door.

YtN rounded the corner with a sleepy Lori in her arms, resting her head on her chest. "Hi," she said with apprehension in her voice.

"Hi, Daddy," Lori yawned, holding her arms out toward Steve.

Steve chuckled, taking his daughter from Y/N. "Did you have fun with Y/N today?"

Lori nodded tiredly against his chest. "Mhm. We went to the park and I got to pet a dog."

"That sounds fun," he smiled, rubbing soft circles on her back. "You ready for bed, Lori-girl?"

Lori nodded again, letting out a quiet yawn. She held tight to his shoulders as he stepped toward her bedroom. Steve turned his head toward Y/N, mouthing, "You okay?"

Y/N shook her head lightly, waving her hand toward the bedroom. "I'm fine. You go," she mouthed back.

Steve took Lori into the bedroom, setting her lightly on the bed and then headed toward the bookshelf. He figured it wouldn't take long to get her to sleep—considering she was already having trouble keeping her eyes open—but grabbed her copy of Goodnight Moon regardless.

"Y/N let me get ice cream from the ice cream truck today," Lori said through yawns.

Steve chuckled, kissing her forehead as he sat down beside her. "That sounds fun. What flavor did you get?"

"Vanilla," she answered, her eyes slowly closing.

Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't get chocolate like usual?"

"Well, you weren't there," Lori paused to yawn, "so I got your favorite since you couldn't."

Steve's heart felt like it would melt as he leaned over and kissed her hair. "That's very sweet of you."

He barely had a chance to crack open the book before he heard quiet snores beside him. He pulled himself out of the bed as swiftly as possible, knowing any sudden movement might wake his daughter. Steve planted a soft kiss on her head one last time, whispering, "Good night, Lori-girl," before heading back to the living room to find a fretting Y/N.

"She hates me, doesn't she?" Y/N asked, looking up at Steve.

He chuckled, sitting down beside her. "Why would she hate you? She got ice cream and she pet a dog. If anything, she probably likes you more than me."

"She got grass stains on her favorite dress," she admitted. "I tried to tell her not to wear it in case she spilled food on it or something, but she insisted."

"Y/N, it's okay," Steve reassured her, patting her knee. "It's nothing a little peroxide and vinegar won't fix."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I got it. Unless…" he trailed off, leaning in to kiss the pout off Y/N's lips, "you want to help?"

"It would make me feel better," she admitted.

Soon enough, the two stood in the kitchen, hovering over a small bowl of vinegar and peroxide. Y/N wasn't sure how these two items were going to remove the giant, green stain on Lori's white dress, but she trusted Steve's judgment.

Steve scrubbed at the stain as hard as he could without fraying the fabric. "You know," he said, "stuff like this is a lot more bearable when you're around."

Y/N felt butterflies go off in her stomach, a red tint appearing on her cheeks that Steve took pride in seeing. Any time he made her laugh or blush was a win in his book. "You really think that?"

Steve nodded, giving her a soft smile. "I love being around you. I can't wait until we do stuff like this all the time. Getting stains out of Lori's clothes at 9:00 p.m. Eating boxed mac and cheese and watching the nightly news. The little things."

"Stevie," she teased, "Who knew you were such a sap?"

"For you? Of course, I am," he replied, poking Y/N in the ribs and eliciting a laugh from her.

A comfortable silence came over the room as Steve finished scrubbing the dress, handing it off to Y/N so she could soak it in the sink.

A flurry of thoughts overtook Y/N's mind as she finally processed Steve's words. All the time. He wanted her around all the time.

"Hey, Steve?" she asked, turning to face him.

"Yeah?" he asked, drying his hands off while moving closer to her.

"What did you mean earlier? By 'all the time,' I mean."

Steve moved to stand behind her, his hands settling on her hips as he kissed her head. "Just what it sounds like. You and me and Lori. All the time. The three of us."

She turned to face him, her hands flying up to hold his cheeks. "You really mean that?" Y/N let out a laugh as water dripped down Steve's face, though she couldn't quite bring herself to care.

"Hell yeah, I do," he answered without a second thought. "I mean, yeah, it's hard right now. We're at that age where most people move in together when it gets serious. I don't know how well that would go over with Lori, since she's always had a harder time with change. But, if it's okay with you, you could always try staying over one night. We could see how she does with the change. Ease her into it a little bit without any serious damage."

Every word that came out of Steve's mouth was laced with love and adoration, Y/N was convinced. She could've sworn she saw his eyes go heart shaped. Her heart flipped with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, but the excitement was winning. "You mean that too?"

Steve scoffed lightly. "Does this look like the face of a liar to you?"

"I've had men lie to me in the past. You definitely wouldn't be the first."

His heart panged at the thought of any man ever hurting her like that. "I want forever with you. I really do. I…"

Y/N knew what he was going to say, but she stayed silent anyway. She knew this was probably hard for him, since he hadn't said the L-word to anyone since Margaret, so she gave him all the time he needed.

"I love you," he finally said, leaning down to kiss her. To anyone else, the kiss might've been bad. The room smelled like vinegar and Steve's lips were probably the most chapped they'd ever been, but to them, it was the sweetest kiss they'd experienced since they started dating.

"I love you too, Steve. And you know what?" Y/N said, giving him another peck, "Forever with you sounds amazing to me."

GUYS THEY'RE BACK 🥹

okay, maybe they aren't back back but i am happy to announce that i wrote some more single dad!steve content for you guys!!

i have like three other Steve and Lori wips that i just can't seem to finish. but i truly do miss writing them and i hope to write some more for you guys soon!

also yes this was supposed to be posted yesterday but tumblr ate it and i had a migraine so i just gave up 🤣

anyway, thank you guys for reading today's domaystic fic!! hope you enjoyed 🫶🏻

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ruinedbylanadelrey · 1 year

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Ceilings Joel being protective of his family 🤭

Like maybe you’re at the park with your daughter and some guy comes up to you while Joel is off somewhere(maybe getting ice cream for your your daughter) and he starts flirting and being all creepy or something asking about which kid is yours etc and Joel is just comes in and is like bitch bye

We love protective Joel especially when it comes to his girls.

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Joel is a family man. He will do anything for his girls. Especially when someone poses a threat to his family. The fear of loss eats at Joel every day, he would do everything in his power to make sure he will never go through it again. When Joel is around you and Gisele no one even dares to look your way because the guard dog you have is Joel.

"Shit! Joel, we left the diaper bag in the truck. She needs her bottle." You realized when you were half into the grocery store. "It's okay, doll. I'll be right back. I'll meet you in the baby aisle." Joel quickly turned around to go to the truck. He grabbed the bag from the backseat and also grabbed Gisele's favorite stuffed animal, a cat that she demands to take everywhere she goes. Joel didn't care how silly he looked when entered the store with the cat in his hand, he held it close to his body like it was a prized possession. It was to Gisele so that means it was to him.

"I'm sorry I'm married." You tried to get around the man who kept pressing you to give him your number. "Happily?" the younger man slyly asked. Joel stumbled upon the scene and you looked past the man in front of you and your eyes cried out for help. "Happily is an understatement." Joel stood right behind the guy and he spun around to see Joel right in his face. "I'm the husband now beat it before I put you six feet under," Joel growled, and the young man scurried away. You laughed at how the guy was tripping over himself while high tailing it away from you. "Are you okay, baby? Did he touch you?" Joel looked you over making sure you weren't touched.

You started to laugh and shake your head. "I'm fine, I knew that my big scary guard dog was coming back." You kissed his cheek and took the diaper bag out of his hand. Joel smiled at you and how you weren't scared because you knew he would be there to save you. "Kiki!" Gisele blubbered when she saw Joel holding the small stuffed animal. Joel walked over to her and picked her up out of the cart and set her on his hip. Her small hands grabbed her toy and held it herself. Joel melted at his daughter being happy in his arms. "I love how scared he was of you even when you had her toy in hand." You laughed again.

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liesyousoldme · 2 years

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the steady fall

[Buck/Eddie | 5661 words | Rated E]

Eddie confesses his love for Buck; Buck spirals. Or, the Buck Sexuality Crisis Fic

For Buck, the words come out of left field. He's in the passenger seat of Eddie's truck, which, while it doesn't happen terribly often, isn't that out of the ordinary, and they're parked in front of Buck's loft. They're not really the type to sit in the car and talk before going inside, so when Eddie's hand on his arm stops him from getting out, he's a little thrown.

"What's up?" He asks, fingers curling around the door handle.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," Eddie says, and the words sound deliberate, almost rehearsed. Buck's stomach twists uncomfortably.

"Okay, well why don't you come inside and we can have a beer -"

"No," Eddie interrupts. Buck lets go of the door handle. "I think it's best if I say this here."

Buck frowns. He tries to think back on their evening, if he'd done something that might've upset Eddie, but he can't think of anything. They'd just gone out for burgers and then gotten ice cream, and Buck had assumed Eddie would come into the loft for a beer or two and they could pretend to watch sports and spend the whole time just talking about stupid shit. Eddie seems to have a different idea.

"You're kind of freaking me out," Buck says honestly.

"Sorry." He frowns, eyes darting all over the cab of the truck, never landing anywhere specific. "I'm uh - I'm a little nervous, but… Well. There's something that I want to tell you. About me. And then there's something I want to tell you… About me and you. And I want to do it in a way that makes you comfortable, so I figure this way… Well, you can just get out of the car and I can drive away."

"None of that made me feel any better," Buck admits warily, his stomach in knots.

"Right," Eddie says awkwardly. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly, eyes on the steering wheel. Then he turns to Buck and says, "I'm - fuck, I still don't know what word to use. I - I like men. Like. Sexually. Romantically.”

Buck instantly feels like a balloon that's been popped, all the tension melting away in an instant. "God, Eddie, is that it? You had me worried you were like, dying or something! That's great! I'm so proud of you, dude! I hate that you felt nervous about telling me but -"

"That's not everything."

Buck closes his mouth. Eddie looks kind of like he's about to puke. Suddenly the tension returns tenfold.

"Okay," Buck says slowly, when Eddie doesn't elaborate. "What else is there? Do you - do you have a boyfriend?"

Eddie lets out what sounds like a mixture of a snort and hiccup, and Buck watches him nervously.

"I don't have a boyfriend, Buck," Eddie says, then even quieter, "the second thing is about me and you, remember?"

Buck didn't remember, but he does now. He thinks he probably looks as ready to puke as Eddie does.

"Okay," he chokes out. "Hit me with it, then."

Eddie looks at him, then looks away, staring at the steering wheel again. His hands are curled into tight fists, resting on his thighs, and Buck wants to take them in his own and make him relax, but he doesn't think this is the right time for that.

"I'm in love with you."

There's silence as the words flow through Buck's brain like thick honey. Once the message has registered, he thinks maybe a bomb went off without him noticing after Eddie confessed, because suddenly his ears are ringing.

"And I don't expect anything from you," Eddie pushes on, still staring at the steering wheel. "I know you don't feel the same way, this isn't about that, it's about - I need - I needed to get it off my chest. And I need to move on from it, and I don't think I could do that without - without telling you. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable -"

"It's -" Buck starts, but the words stick in his mouth. He swallows thickly. "I'm not uncomfortable. I'm - um - are you sure?"

Eddie barks a laugh that sounds a little maniacal. "Yeah, Buck, I'm sure."

"Right. Sorry. Uh." Suddenly he understands why they're currently parked in front of Buck's loft, Eddie ready in the driver's seat of his getaway car. "I don't know what to say."

"That's okay," Eddie says. Buck can see his fists shaking. He still wants to grab them, uncurl his hands and make them relax. He doesn't think he's allowed, now. "You don't have to say anything."

"I - I love you," Buck says honestly, hoping it might lessen the blow. From the way Eddie winces, it probably is more like salt in the wound. "I just - Eddie, I'm straight."

"I know," Eddie says, and his voice is quieter now, an edge to it that wasn't there before, and Buck recognizes it. As a best friend, he wants to stay to be here for Eddie when the dam breaks; as the person who cracked it in the first place, he should probably leave before it happens.

"This doesn't change anything between us, okay?" He says finally, grabbing the door handle again. "We're good. Nothing has to change."

"I know," Eddie repeats.

"I'm gonna go now," Buck states awkwardly, then opens the door and climbs out of the truck. His legs shake beneath him when they hit the ground, but he ignores it, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps toward his building. As soon as he's a few feet away from the truck, it takes off, and Buck thinks he feels something a little like his heart cracking at the way Eddie couldn't get away from him fast enough.

continue on ao3

#buddie fic #buddie #the buck's sexuality crisis fic #i hope this lives up to expectations #*posts and runs away*

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motionlessxgirl · 2 years

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UHM HI YES ME HELLO I WOULD LIKE GARETH SMUT PLEASE AND THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ❤️

YES!! YOU WERE MY FIRST REQUEST!❤️ I HOPE THIS DOES NOT DISAPPOINT YOU, this was my first time hehe, but I present Gareth smut!

Ice Cream Man🍦

Gareth helps you beat the heat with a sweet treat

Ice Cream Man by Van Halen

It was a scorching hot day in Hawkins. Probably one of the hottest we had in a long time. Gareth and you both agreed to stay in the air conditioned house and lounge while watching TV. Since it was so hot, you were both stripped down to our underwear, thank god your parents were away on vacation.

"Gareth, this pop isn't working. I'm burning up here!" You moaned feeling like you were melting even further into the couch.

"I'll get you some more ice, here." Gareth took your glass and got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the familiar tune of the ice cream truck make it's way onto your street.

"Gareth! Hurry!" He ran in, trying not spill ice water all over your mother's white carpet. "What?"

"Will you please get me a popsicle, anything cold really?" You pointed towards the door. Gareth smirked handing you the ice water and grabbed his jeans, throwing them on real quick. "Cherry flavored, right?"

"Yes please and thank you."

He waved you off and went out into the blistering heat. About five minutes later, Gareth walked in, sweat dripping down his neck and chest. He had two popsicles, one orange and one red. "Cherry for you," Gareth said handing you the frozen treat. "Orange for me." You peeled off the wrapper and instantly wrapped your lips around the frozen stick, sliding it in and out of your mouth.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Gareth watching intensely. You turned your head and looked over at him. "What?" You asked removing the popsicle from your mouth. "You make something so innocent look so bad." He laughed continuing to eat his popsicle.

An idea popped into your head, so you crawled into Gareth's lap and pulled the orange popsicle from his mouth and slowly slid it into your mouth, running your tongue all over, never breaking eye contact with him. "Like that?" You sweetly asked, placing it back to Gareth's lips, who instantly opened his mouth. "Is someone turned on?" You giggled feeling the slight bulge in his jeans.

"So much." He took the popsicle from his mouth and placed it back in the wrapper. He placed his hands on the back of your head and lowered you down for a kiss. "Gare-Gareth!" You giggled pulling away. "What, sugar?"

"Our popsicles are gonna melt." You informed him as you looked down to see red dye dripping down your hand and onto your bare thighs. "Looks like I'm gonna have to clean you up, babe." He took the popsicle out of your hand and took both of your treats to the kitchen. You could hear Gareth tossing them into the freezer and closing the door.

"Now, where was I?" He smirked walking back in, rubbing his hands together. "I think I was on my way to here?" Gareth lightly pushed you onto your couch. He ran his tongue over your sugar coated thighs, inching his face closer to where you needed him the most. You instantly latched your hand onto his locks and lightly tugged at his curls, earning a small whimper from him. "Please, Gareth?" You begged, opening your leg for him to have a better view.

"Well since you asked so nicely." He sat back and pulled your soaked panties off. You hissed as your burning skin made contact with the cold air in the house. Gareth ran a finger along your center, coating his finger with your slick as he slowly pushed it in. "Come on, don't tease." You whined.

"So needy." Gareth said before placing a gentle kiss right against your clit. Your gasps turned to moans as your hands gripped harder onto Gareth's fluffly locks. He harshly sucked at your clit as he added another finger in, slowly pumping them in and out. "G-Gare, ple-please, can I-I?" You stuttered.

"You're gonna cum, huh?" He challenged, now stroking his fingers at a quicker pace. "Go ahead, such a good girl. Cum all over my fingers."

You came with high pitched squeal as white light flooded your vision. You came down from your high and stared at Gareth, who had nothing but pure dark lust in his eyes now. You sat up and pushed him back, fumbling to pop the button and zipper on his jeans. Gareth chuckled and gave you some help, sitting up a bit to slide his jeans and boxers down and off his legs. His erection sprung free, the tip had small beads of pre cum leaking already. You sunk down to your knees and placed him into your mouth, staring at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

"Shit, babe." Gareth groaned as he latched his hand into your hair. "God, you take me so we- fuuuuck." He choked on his own words as you began to deep throat him. You came back up and released him with a loud pop.

You smirked at him and ran your tongue along his length, coating it in spit as you put him back into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around his tip, tasting the salty pre cum that oozed from Gareth's manhood.

"Ugh, babe, you keep do-doing that, I-I won't last much lon-longer." You climbed into Garth's lap and sunk down onto his length, both of you moaning out at the sensation. Gareth placed his hands on your hips to help you, bouncing you on his lap. "Shit, just like that. You're so pretty riding my cock." You moaned at Gareth's filthy words. You cried out when he reached down to rub fast circles against your clit. "Gareth! Gare!" You moaned as you felt your second orgasm approaching.

"Gonna cum again, hmm? Cum for me baby." He cooed in your ear as your second orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You collapsed against his chest as Gareth positioned you down on the couch, hooking your legs around his waist. "Shiit, you feel so good around me." Gareth moaned into your neck as he slipped inside you again. "Take me so well." He groaned as he began to pound you into the couch. He let out a loud groan when you clenched around him. "Fuuuck." Gareth looked down at you, grabbing a hold of your chin. "Open your mouth." You obeyed, sticking your tongue out as he spit right into your mouth. You could taste the remains of his orange popsicle from earlier.

"Such a good girl." He leaned down and kissed you hard, a small string of saliva coming from both your lips. Gareth continued to slam into you, nothing but the sounds of skin against skin and your moaning could be heard through out the house.

"Gare, m'gonna cum again." "Me too, shit." His thrusts started to get sloppy as he neared his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, cumming." Gareth repeated as he brought you to your third orgasm, painting your walls with his thick ropes of cum. He laid on top of you, both of you even more sweaty and breathing heavy. You ran your fingers through Gareth's sweat soaked curls as you placed a gentle kiss to his wet forehead. Gareth lifted his head and smiled at you, giving the tip of your nose a sweet peck.

"Think we need to start stocking up on popsicles." He chuckled.

#gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth emerson smut

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Request from @cucumbersncheese :

Mamiya and natsume at a new ice cream that just opened up aka basically an ice cream date that mamiya initiated but natsume is oblivious (Highschool au)

Sorry if this is ooc, I'm delusional. But also this is a human au, so I guess that's inherently gonna be delusional. Also there's a single spoiler for DDD in here

It was like watching Kirby inhale his food whole.

"Don’t you get brain freeze?" Natsume grumbles as Mamiya practically unhinges his jaw and swallows an entire scoop of ice cream, all in one bite.

Mamiya’s lips end up absolutely covered in beige cheese-cake colored cream, and Natsume watches in morbid fascination as Mamiya’s tongue pokes out and licks it all off--and then Natsume realizes he’s staring and quickly looks away.

Mamiya loudly smacks his lips. "No," he finally answers. "But I’m so touched by your concern, Natsume."

Then Mamiya bites off half of his scoop of matcha ice cream. Natsume shudders--despite how warm the spring afternoon is in this park, he can still imagine the sensation of blisteringly cold ice on his teeth.

He glances down at his own single scoop of chocolate ice cream instead. Mamiya had made fun of him for ordering something so plain and boring, but what was wrong with that? Natsume likes chocolate ice cream! He takes a lick of his ice cream. It’s a small lick. A sane one. Mamiya ate with a hunger matched only by that of Monkey D. Luffy, but Natsume is a regular human with a regular appetite. No need to try to wolf everything down.

Ooh. This was pretty good.

Natsume takes a slightly bigger lick. When he looks up, Mamiya is smirking at him.

"Tastes good, right?"

Mamiya was, unfortunately, correct. But Natsume isn’t going to just flatter his ego like that. "It’s ice cream," he says defiantly. "It’s not like ice cream is ever not good."

"But it’s really fucking good ice cream, right?" Mamiya leans in to elbow Natsume’s side. "You’re glad I dragged you out to that food truck, right?"

Mamiya stays pressed up against Natsume’s side even after he lowers his elbow. Ugh, this guy had no sense of personal space. Natsume lightly shoves him away. "Shut up."

"You’re too stubborn to admit it. But it’s okay. I know how you truly feel." Mamiya clasps a hand to his chest. "I can read your heart, Natsume."

Natsume takes another disgruntled lick before replying. "Really? And what is my heart saying now?"

Mamiya closes his eyes and furrows his brows is faux concentration. "Hm, let’s see… Yes… Your heart… I can hear it speak to me… It’s saying… It’s saying…! That you want to go on the swan boats with Mamiya!"

He was such a weirdo. "No, it’s not."

But Mamiya insists. "Wow, Natsume! I didn’t know you wanted to share that kind of experience with me!"

"That’s because I don’t!"

Mamiya clicks his tongue. "You’re no fun. What have the swan boats ever done to you?"

"It’s not the swan boats that are the problem, it’s you, Toujou Mamiya!" Natsume yells. He huffs. "And anyway, they’re not going to let us on when we’ve got food on us."

He eyes Mamiya’s tall stack of ice cream. Reds and green and browns and beiges--Mamiya has an unholy combination of ice cream flavors in his cone, four scoops high. Oh, wait--he finished the scoop of rocky road. Three scoops high, now. Anyone else would probably struggle to finish all of that ice cream before it melted into a puddle of dairy, but Natsume knew from their many years of friendshi--uh, acquaintanceship that Mamiya didn’t just eat a lot, he ate fast.

Mamiya makes a contemplative sound. "So if we want to ride the swan boats--"

"Stop saying ‘we!’ There is no 'we!’"

"So if we, the two of us, Natsume Souichirou and Toujou Mamiya, wanted to ride the swan boats, then we’d just have to finish our food, right?"

Natsume stares at him, a mounting sense of realization rising in his mind.

Mamiya smiles at him, and then shoves half of the rest of his ice cream cone in his mouth.

…One scoop high, now.

Mamiya keeps smiling as he chews on the ice cream in his mouth and Natsume stares at him in utter bafflement--but then suddenly Mamiya’s eyes go wide and he hurriedly swallows everything down and clutches his head.

"Ow ow ow ow," Mamiya says.

"Hah!" Natsume exclaims. "So you do get brain freeze!" Schadenfreude is real and feels delightful. It’s always great fun to be reminded that despite Mamiya’s monstrous appetite and overall general weirdness, he really is just a human.

"Arggh," is Mamiya’s eloquent response. He looks kind of funny, writhing in pain with cream all over his mouth and chin.

Kind of funny, but mostly gross.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, his brain reminds him. Sighing, Natsume decides to take pity on Mamiya and pulls out the wad of napkins he’d stuffed into his pants pocket when they were at the ice cream truck. He’d been expecting Mamiya to make a mess out of his food, honestly--although not quite in this fashion.

"Would it kill you eat like a normal person?" Natsume asks, handing the napkins over to Mamiya. He scrunches up his face. "Ewugh. Don’t let that stuff get on your scarf."

Mamiya shivers one last time, then grabs the napkins and wipes them over his mouth and chin. "Shaddup, you can't tell me what to do."

"Suou Keito would be devastated to learn that you treat his present so carelessly."

"Hop off my dick," Mamiya grumbles. Then he glances between them. "Oh, look. Now we both have one scoop of ice cream!"

Natsume takes a little nibble off his ice cream. He’s not a slow eater, okay? Mamiya was just abnormally fast. "I guess so."

"This was destiny all along!"

"No, it's not! I'd rather die than be destined for anything with you!"

They keep bickering even after they’ve finished their ice creams, even as they’re waiting in line for the swan boats, and even after they’re settled on board. They only stop once Natsume stumbles trying to take a photo and falls into the lake--and when the life jacket bobs him up to the surface of the water, all he can hear is Mamiya laughing hysterically above him, so then he grabs Mamiya by the foot and drags him into the water, too.

An average day of hanging out with Mamiya, all in all.

Human au headcanons:

Mamiya and Minato are twins

Natsume, Mamiya, and Keito are childhood friends

Natsume thinks of himself as Natsume despite Souichirou being his first name. Everyone except for his parents refers to him as Natsume (although perhaps Keito called him "Sou-chan" in the past? Would be cute)

#mamiya vn #fic #mine

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bbraefairy · 2 years

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[ice cream]

a short i wrote a while back. simply returning something sweet to my nation.

// PAIRING: garfield logan and raven roth

// SYNOPSIS: he couldn't believe how good her bowl of ice cream tasted

// WARNINGS: SMUT! safe, sane, consensual. 18+ characters. swearing, oral sex, teasing, food play.

“Look at you, a mess. I open my legs and you're scatterbrained." she said with her classic, cunning smirk.

she leans her body on the cool kitchen counter. the fridge whirs. a bowl of sweet, vanilla ice cream rests on the surface.

he traces his textured hand upwards on the back of her thigh, then gradually moves his hand to her stomach. he hikes up her oversized tee, loving the sensation of her delicate skin. her feminine perfume— faint, floral, fragile. his olfactory senses couldn't help but be immersed in it.

god, it was like he was taking a trip. he was smelling scents and seeing colors he would have never imagined. the world around him was in deep distortion. shapes and sounds smeared together like paint blending on a canvas. he was seeing stars, feelin' a lil tipsy, real weak in his knees. his motor skills were shot. drunk on every kiss she gave, high off of every word she spoke.

this woman made him forget who he was.

she just wouldn't understand.

his breath, a tremble against her blossom-pink lips, "Sweet Christ,"

the smooth curves of her tattoos yield to his touch. her face was woven in moonlight. the shadows and fluorescence contrast perfectly with her persona. her dark hair, in a messy updo, waiting to get undone in the best way possible.

she takes the metal spoon from the serving of ice cream, and eats a spoonful. her eyes are hooded in pleasure as she maintains her gaze on her lover.

he nearly snaps when he watches her lips part from the spoon.

oh, how he was ready to do her. her legs will part by instinct, and welcome him home. she'll pull him in like she always does, 'cause she loves, needs, him. to feel her back arch into the bridge that held their intimacy together. the explorations, the swelling, the enveloping, the submission. steady strokes, sharp hisses, bruised lips from kissing too damn hard.

to hear her cry out his name like it was a magic word.

to venture into her hidden flesh, read every sodden corner like a book. read it fluently. thoroughly. carefully. intensely. leave every page within her thumbed and turned. her ending will please him. every cliffhanger will be resolved, every question will be answered.

he's ready.

to make the entire street look out their windows to see what's all the ruckus is about

to confuse the fire trucks, and know they won't know if there needs to be a rescue or distinguishing

from the heat they're about to kindle in

she's gonna smile.

laugh

whimper

beg

arch

throw her head back.

her epilogue will come to his mouth like how the tides rush to meet the sand

he's gonna pull language out of her, extract her most unruly, carnal character

it'll be demonic.

he positions her on all fours. he assesses her from the rear view.

"Don't finish until the ice cream melts," she commands.

he plays a series of circles and kisses on her skin before he gives her a flat-tongued lick from hell.

she writhes, and a tender melody tumbles from her mouth. sex with her was never like the last time. it was remixed and refined. each time came with more depth and discovery. more passion and power.

he was about to eat her out as if she were a delectable essence of vanilla ice cream. lick her, swirl her, make her melt.

"Thatta girlie."

with love,

dee💌

i love and miss you all a lot. i've thought it over, and maybe shorts like these can work best for us right now. writing is something i tend to lose touch with, but i never lose it completely. even when it feels like it. i'm sure there's a reason for that, though i haven't quite figured it out yet. who knows. i hope my absence is just as accepted as my return.

#bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #beastboy #raven #beastboyandraven #teentitans

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shoshiwrites · 2 years

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while spring is making promises outside— a flower shop AU featuring my OC Jo. Chapter 7/9. Some chapters NSFW (including this one).

Catch up at the link!

Jo is lucky June is busy.

She's able to avoid him, somehow, for six days. Out "sick" for two, which was incredibly generous of Frankie, considering Jo hasn't even told her what really happened. The third day only Bill came for deliveries. She's out running errands for the next two while whichever one showed up with the truck. The rest, Jo imagines, was sheer luck. Although she'll be surprised if Joe's ever willing to look her in the eye again after this.

She did tell Clara, who thought it was a quote unquote genius move. Jo highly doubts Clara's sanity in that moment.

When she does see him it's in flashes, obscured by flowers, her heart stubbornly marching up to her throat. She can't meet his eyes. Joe, for his part, keeps his head down.

The texts between them have stopped, which hurts in a way she doesn't know what to do with.

It's a muggy, early morning when they load up the truck for another wedding a couple hours out of the city. Whether by design or accident Clara and Frankie are in the other car, and Jo would rather run back to Berlin than get in that passenger seat.

They don't talk the entire way there.

The venue is beautiful, this old industrial space that's all warm red brick and big windows, and the bride is incredibly difficult, to the point where even Frankie looks sorely tested. Joe looks about ready to murder someone when he sees that Clara is blinking back tears. Jo could kiss him.

By the time they're back in the truck they're sweaty and irritable, Jo having been rebuffed by Clara herself to ride with her and make sure she's alright.

"We're stopping at Wendy's," says Joe, once they've been on the road a few minutes, and it's not a question.

By the time he pulls into the parking lot she feels a little hungry and very, very insane.

"I'm really sorry," she says, before she can stop it. Her eyes are glued on the dashboard.

He's already reaching for his wallet. "For what?"

That snaps her out of it, for a moment. "What do you mean, for what?"

He returns his wallet to his pocket, his voice scraping and quiet. "'S this always how you apologize?"

"Joe."

"Alright, alright."

"I- I'm sorry for- for making you uncomfortable. It was a mistake- a big mistake- and it was out of line and-"

"Jo," he says softly.

She's turned as if to look at him, but she still can't. "And I know it's messed with what's between us and if you don't-" She's so focused on the ancient tape deck that his hand on the back of her neck is a jolt through her whole body, his fingers in her hair. Finally she sees him, his eyes dark and warm. "What are you-"

"I wasn't uncomfortable," he says, and his voice is so low that she feels it in her hips. She can barely respond — good — before his mouth's on hers. It's too much — the dampness on his upper lip, the warmth of his skin through his t-shirt, the patches of sweat, his lashes brushing against her cheek — and not enough. She's greedy, so greedy, and he's letting her take, letting her pull his tongue into her mouth with a needy, wet noise. His fingers play at the collar of her shirt and she shivers into him, has to hold back a whine.

It's only when they clunk against the dashboard and the slope of the windshield, his arms wrapped around her, that they seemingly realize where they are. He pulls back from her but barely, foreheads together, breathing against the corner of her mouth. Something like laughter. "How about some ice cream," he asks, and his voice is still gravel. She can taste it already, sweet melted soft serve and his lips again, and again, and again.

She nods, and the smile he gives her is worth the hardest winter.

She has to promise him she'll stop calling it his studio or his workshop, but they're here, in the garage of the rented apartment where he's set up his furniture gig, as Clara calls it. The scent of wood shavings envelops her, even with the door open, her eyes roaming over the stained and pockmarked tabletop and the tools and the cans of paint and varnish and sealant. There's a beautiful side table sitting on some newspapers, waiting to be finished.

There's a pegboard too, with notes and rough sketches and measurements tacked up, some business cards. The card for Fran's Florals catches her eye, and next to it an old warm-up watercolor she'd done of cornflowers and cherry blossoms. She doesn't remember giving it to him. In fact, she remembers tossing it in the recycling when it was barely dry, the memory of spring in Berlin having turned in her stomach. Her mom had always loved cherry blossoms; Jo remembers seeing the petals stuck to her braid when she'd return from her errands. He looks more than a little embarrassed when her eyes light upon it, but she doesn't say anything.

He gets them two Cokes from the fridge and they lean against the big worktable, and talk about what he'll need for classes. About her work too, the ideas she has for her art, doing branding for clients. When the words run out she reaches for him, pulls him against her with a kiss.

"I feel like I'm dreaming," she says, and almost laughs at her own voice.

He steadies her up onto the table, tenses when she reaches under his shirt to press her palms to his back. "You have no idea."

Her breath hitches when he presses between her legs, the friction from her jeans and his. They grind together like this until she's having trouble keeping her breath even, until she can see him hard through the fabric. After a realization — that a workbench littered with wood shavings is about the worst place to remove your clothes — and a few brief moments of negotiation, he undoes the top buttons of her jeans and shoves his hand down. The pressure of him is enough to make her whine shamelessly, and it's with only a very small percentage of her brain that she realizes the garage door is still open. They're half-obscured by a beat-up Ford Explorer, and the street is lined with leafy trees. She decides not to care. His curses, low and rough, do the work of wiping any doubt away. Curses, sweet talk, sloppy kisses between her ear and the corner of her mouth as he moves with her, her hips. His hand at the small of her back, steadying her. "That's it," he coaxes, and she unravels.

There's a breath that escapes him, a noise like love and disbelief as she clings to him. He's completely hard between her legs, and something tightens in her stomach. "We should prob'ly head in," he says, and she nods against him. He buttons her back up — she could cry at that, if she wasn't so spent — and helps her down. He hits the switch for the garage door on the way inside, and laughs.

"Now will you?" he asks as they're sitting at the kitchen table, both spent now and half-dressed, eating and talking. It turns out Joe can cook, a fact that he doesn't give a second thought to. It smells like a diner from the mushrooms and onions he'd cooked up, the hamburger steaks he'd reheated in a griddle pan. She'd resisted the urge to make a joke about needing the protein. He hadn't, and made it, smirking a little over the stove.

"You think now I'm going to tattoo you?" Wrapped in his sheets, he'd stopped her from going the way she'd planned, the one that saw her mouth trailing down his torso, and pulled her back up to him, let her hands wander. It had been enough; his sweat-beaded brow and beatific expression had told her as much. He smirks again. The golden medal catches the light as it swings against his bare chest, as her eyes wander over the ink that decorates his shoulders and arms. "I'd put it there," she says suddenly, gesturing with her fork. His face as he looks at her feels completely unguarded.

"Where?"

"Your collarbone." It would fit perfectly there, she thinks, along the ridge. "A sprig of rosemary."

He touches the spot, a question in his eyes. "Here?"

"Mm-hm."

"You wanna show me?"

She reaches across the corner of the table to thumb at the spot. He dips his head to kiss her neck. "Very smart move to feed me onions," she says. He moves his fingers across her back.

"Don't have to kiss just mouths" he says lazily, his hand at her hip, and she huffs a laugh despite the shiver that washes over her. "We can get creative."

#shoshi writes #jo's tag #while spring is making promises outside #i'll wait a little bit to post 8 #shoshi's au problem

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overwhlcmed · 9 months

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status closed : closed / ( @apcthetics ) location : we all know where we are, move along

☁️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ───────────── giselle wanted her arrival to be a surprise; responding to jackson's messages about it with half-certainties and vague answers about work but ' i'll try ! '. she was a terrible liar, so she opted to keep her answers short and then placed her placed her phone in a drawer, distracting herself with actual work, before she could breakdown and ask if he just wanted to go together. the plan was to go unnoticed long enough that she could pick them up some ice cream, approaching him confidently by saying something like ' something sweet for my sweet ! ' without fumbling ! but it seemed she wasn't going to get the chance. she had got roped into another conversation with the ice cream truck owner ( he was talking about why summer was his favorite time of the year, it felt rude to turn away from him ! ). by the time she was backing away from his truck, saying goodbye and issuing promises to follow his foodstagram, there was ice cream melting down the side of her hands. the collision with the man behind her solicited a quick yelp of surprise and the treats tumbled to the sand. ❝ oh no ! ❞ she exclaimed, a frown present on her features, her body leaning down instinctively to clean up the mess. ❝ i'm really sorry i wasn't looking where i was going. i'm such a clutz...── i'm also really sorry again to ask, but do you have a bag on you ? ❞ she'd been scooping up the ice cream and sand into one easy pile when she looked up and realized the man she'd been speaking to was the man she was trying to surprise. ❝ oh no... ❞ she said again, this time with more of a whine as she stood up. ❝ this was meant to be a surprise...─── can we have a redo ? i'll clean this up, you go back where you were, i'll get more ice cream for us and we can just have a do over, and it'll be sweet, and cute, and nice like it was meant to be. but you have to work on your surprised face. ❞

#idek why i kept it one paragraph #deluding myself ig #anyway #shes stupid #thats all #☁️ ⠀ ⠀ GISELLE MADDEN ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ THREAD .#☁️ ⠀ ⠀ GISELLE MADDEN ⠀ FT﹕GRACE ⠀ THREAD .

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justmeinbigd · 2 years

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Things to Do in Dallas Newsletter 6/20-26

I just posted this week's Things to Do list on the Dallas subreddit. Some followers expressed interest in a newsletter, so here's some commentary to go along with this week's list.

It's dang hot outside and if you're looking for ways to cool off, you might be looking for swimming pools. City pools are great, and I've been meaning to visit the Heritage Aquatic Center in Irving. It's free for people over 50 (and that's me!) Haven't made it yet, but might make it out to the apartment complex pool once or twice this week.

If you're looking for places to swim, your options aren't limited to your gym or public swimming pools. You'll find more than a handful of hotel pool swimming parties on this week's list for Sunday. You can find more on several other days this week and all summer on Eventbrite, which curates a list of pool parties in the Dallas area.

You can also find hotel pools that let you pay to be a guest for the day on ResortPass.com. The pool at the Hilton Dallas Rockwall is a lakefront pool with gorgeous views and day passes start at $30 a day. The Hilton Anatole looks to be the priciest option, starting at $55 a day, but their "pool" is a whole waterpark, Jade Waters. Just know you'll need to figure in extra expenses for parking and food and drinks.

While making the list this week, I discovered that Friday is National Food Truck Day. That worked out well because food trucks have been on my mind since I got back from a work trip to Austin. Y'all know I'm a fan of loving where you live and I never want to badmouth Dallas, but DAMN, the food truck scene in Austin puts Dallas to shame (and back again.) There are food trucks and food truck parks EVERYWHERE.

In April, the Dallas City Council FINALLY eased up on some food truck and trailer regulations in Dallas proper, so hopefully things will be looking better soon. But we need to get a move on.

One way I think you can help is to attend the MLK Food Park at Fair Park, scheduled for this Sunday and three Sundays in July. Yes, it's hot out, but your support for this venture will help in multiple ways. First it shows support for the food truck business and second, it helps the neighborhood of Fair Park and South Dallas. Third, you'll be supporting LOCAL businesses and I know you love to do that. So head over to Fair Park on Sunday from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.

If you do go to this event or any other outdoor event, bring an umbrella (for shade) or wear a hat, and apply and reapply sunscreen. Drink plenty of water and stay hydrated, and don't hesitate to duck into your car or an air-conditioned building if you get too hot. This heat is brutal!

By the way, here are my favorite food trucks and where to find them this week.

Ruthie's Food Truck

The grilled cheeses are great, and the mission is even greater. Part of Cafe Momentum's internship program, and always a contributor to our local community and non-profit organizations, you can't go wrong here. Find them at Klyde Warren park on Saturday from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m.

Fletcher's Corny Dogs

You don't have to wait for the fair to get your Fletcher's fix, but it does look like you'll have to wait till July. Right now no further events are scheduled for June.

The Butcher's Son

Another favorite of mine from Klyde Warren Park, they'll have their sandwiches, sliders and quesadillas at the park every day this week.

Frios Gourmet Pops, Bruno's Italian Ice

I'm not a big fan of ice cream, especially when it's hot (it MELTS!) but ices and pops are good. These are some of the best I've had! Both will be at Klyde Warren Park on Saturday.

Coming Events

July 4th will be here before you know it, and Fair Park Fourth is back this year. Also Addison Kaboomtown, which you'll either want to plan to attend or avoid. I'll also be watching for news of a streaming fireworks show from Reunion Tower. That one's my favorite because I can watch it from home.

My "If I...Weekend"

Years ago, I used this format for a things to do list I wrote regularly, and I thought I'd bring it back for this newsletter and see how you like it.

If I had a hundred dollars, I'd join the Perot Museum as a member ($95 for two adults.) Instead, I'll just go to Thursdays on Tap for live music, beer, food trucks and the Jane Goodall exhibit. Usually for this one I come up with an event that costs $100, but I may have to raise that a bit to fill this one in the future. We'll see.

If I had kids, I'd take them to see the original Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory on the lawn at the AT&T Discovery District on Sunday night. (This is a bonus not listed in the Reddit Things to Do list, and the details are on a Facebook event page.)

If I wanted to feel like a kid again, I'd go to the Dallas Symphony Orchestra's Toy Story Live in Concert performance.

If I wanted to feel old (and happy about it), I'd go to see Hard Night's Day at Legacy Hall on Friday night.

If I wanted to feel like an insider, I'd head to the newly opened Dive-In pool bar by the folks from Lee Harvey's.

If I had a dog, we'd go to the nearest MUTTS Canine Cantina on Friday night for Tails and Tunes.

If I wanted to celebrate with beer, I'd hit up the Ash and Ember Brewing two-year anniversary party in Cedar Hill on Friday night. Here's the Facebook event page.

If I wanted to discover some new art, I'd head to Texas Sculpts at The ArtCentre of Plano. The works of nine North Texas sculptors are on display through August 27.

That's all for this week. If you enjoyed this newsletter, please consider dropping something in my tip jar. It's midway down the out-of-date home page on one of my websites. (Updates coming soon!)

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newmih · 2 years

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Pistachio ice cream

Words: 765

Characters: Jason Todd x reader, Dick Grayson

Summary: Y/N meets Jason at a charity ball.

A/N: The first person who dares to tell me that pistachio ice cream is not good is banned! do you understand??? You can imagine any version of Jason and Dick. /English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistake I made./ /Picture is not mine./ /What is in italic is from @write-it-motherfuckers (in part)./

Masterlist

Bonne lecture

Y/N had been standing in the corner of the large room with a glass of champagne in her hand since almost the beginning of the reception. To be honest, she had never really felt comfortable around so many people and the only reason she was here tonight was because of Dick Grayson. The man certainly carried his name well. Her lifelong best friend had almost begged her to go with him and when she had finally agreed she knew she would regret that decision later. The later was obviously now.

She had spent the first hour exchanging courtesies with people she didn't know and whose names she didn't even want to know, clinging to her friend's arm for fear he would disappear. Then he'd gone to the bathroom, leaving her with a rude old rich lady (who the H/C thought would die very soon) and hadn't seen her after that. So, she had watched for a few seconds around her before heading to a corner where no one would come and disturb her, taking two drinks from a waiter's tray in the process. She was certainly going to need them.

She was bringing her drink to her lips (again) when she felt a warm breath against her neck.

-You seem to want to be anywhere but here, don't you like the festivities?

It was Jason Todd. Of course it was. Who else would take the time to come and talk to the woman who seemed to prefer stuffing herself with cakes rather than shimmying around in a dress that was worth more than some people's cars. Y/N turned, putting a polite smile on her face. Perhaps it was a bad idea as her face came within inches of the man's. She cleared her throat and quietly walked away, which Red Hood did not miss as he frowned.

-Not really. Dick brought me here because he didn't want me to be alone tonight, but now that I'm surrounded by so many people I feel- -Like I'm even more alone than before. -Yeah, exactly.

She smiled thoughtfully as she looked at him. Maybe he wasn't such bad company after all. She felt the man's gaze roam over her body as she thought about it. She was thinking too fast, that was for sure.

-You know what?

She tilted her head to the right, waiting to hear what he wanted from her. But she didn't get a chance to ask him as he took her hand and pulled her through the crowd. A few seconds later, she could feel the cold late winter breeze hitting her hard. Her sleeveless dress did not protect her from anything other than people's eyes, and that was for some people who didn't have slanting eyes (not like Jason).

She handed the glass she was still holding to a passerby and didn't even have time to hear him scream because Jason's long legs had already carried them several yards. She couldn't even speak because she was so shocked at what was happening and even if she could have, she doubted the man would answer her. They finally stopped and the H/C could catch her breath, bent over.

-Can I know why you just kidnapped me?

He laughed softly before heading to the ice cream truck a few steps away. He returned with a cone in each hand and handed her the pistachio one. She watched, eyes wide open for so long that he had to force her to take the food.

-What? Why are you looking at me like that?

She stammered before finally pulling herself together. Just because a guy she only knew for being her best friend's brother had shown her probably more attention in a few minutes than her ex had in their entire relationship, she shouldn't let her guard down. He always remained Jason Todd. She gave him a suspicious look before licking her ice cream, afraid that it would melt on her hand.

-How do you know my favorite flavor?

He dared her shoulders and muttered something about being lucky or something. Y/N smiled at him and started to walk, along the river that was flowing peacefully. Even though he wasn't talking, she could still feel the presence of the man to her right and she felt peaceful, somehow.

-So... How come the great Red Hood was at a party like this?

She turned her head toward him and saw him daring her shoulders.

-Is Bruce a valid answer?

She nodded and smiled at him, continuing their walk in silence. Maybe his company wasn't so bad after all.

#titans #jason tood #dick grayson #x reader #Y/N #y/n #imagine #imagines #young justice #dc comics #dc #batboys #robin #red hood #nitghwing

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beetsandskzreads · 3 years

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silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

#skz fluff #chan fluff #bang chan scenarios #bang chan oneshot #bang chan imagine #bang chan fluff #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fluff #bang chan angst #chan angst #skz oneshots #skz angst

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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I Need You In My Bloodstream

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Blood Play - is an umbrella term for any erotic or sexual activity involving blood. Blood play typically involves self-harm or damaging a partner’s body to spill blood.

Warnings: blood and guts, noncon blowjob, referenced past/future noncon, major character death (your friend and implied future you), kidnapping, gore, almost modern AU, body horror, almost vomitting, choking with a belt, slight cum play, it's just a bad time for everyone but Mr Freezy.

Relationships: Ghoul!Robert Pronge x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1319

A/N: Ghoul - scavenger creatures that live in graveyards and traditionally feed on the flesh and blood of the dead. This was supposed to be my darkest fic for kinktober... I'm not sure if it hits the mark, but I couldn't resist this combo so here we are.

This work has Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform. I have discontinued my taglist - follow @slothspaghettilibrary to be notified of when I post new fics.

You followed your friend through the array of tombstones and food trucks, cool air mixed with waves of scrumptious warm food as you tried to keep up. The halloween festival was in full swing, people in costumes crowding in for drinks and niche hipster food. You were stuffed full, but your friend was desperate to try everything.

“Okay this is the last one, then we will call a cab and never eat again.”

They pointed down the line, to a truck that had one yellowed light and rust growing around the wheel wells. The old school ice cream truck was nearly out of the festival completely. It’s dirty, stained awning casting a darker shadow over the inside of it.

"What can I get ya?" A unkempt man in an unwashed white suit asked, his long stringy hair hiding his features.

You tried to not to think about when he'd last washed his hands.

"Oof, well what would you recommend?" Your friend prattled on, not a care in the world and completely unaware of the food poison no doubt waiting for them. "I'm open to anything."

The man grinned, shining yellowed teeth catching what little light there was available, as he whipped around. Your stomach rolled. The moment you were out of sight your treat was going into the trash.

"Here you go," he handed over two red swirled cones. "The Mr Freezy Special."

Your friend slapped some cash down and dove in, taking a huge gulp off the top of the soft serve and moaning. They gave you the eyes and waved their hand, unable to speak with how quickly they were eating. You took a lick of the cone, catching the melting bits running down your hand. The cream spread across your tongue, coating your gums in icy, tangy syrup while your eyes fluttered close. It… it was too good. Before you could stop yourself, you lapped at the swirled treat, sucking down as much as possible.

Pain pierced your chest, but you didn't stop. Even as you lost feeling in your limbs, eyelids so heavy you couldn't open them, you kept eating until all thought slipped from your grasp.

Moans woke you up, garbled wet sounds that drowned out the slurping and crunching. Bile rose in your throat as you rolled to your side, head reeling you tried to calm down. Everything ached, like you’d been run over by a truck then dragged for miles. You opened your eyes slowly, cautious of lights that would only make it worse and blinking away the haze. Tears rimmed your eyes as they tried to work, clear up your vision to see the dead eyes staring back at you.

Skin peeled away from the eye sockets, the person who lay next to you forced to watch what was happening to them. You squeezed your eyes closed, hoping if you opened them again you wouldn’t see the other’s. That you’d wake up in your bed. That you weren't lying next to who you thought it was. But that didn’t happen. The same eyes, starting to go cloudy, stared back. You forced yourself to look away, gaze unconsciously following the sounds until you found the source.

A monster drenched in blood, snarling and chomping away at their belly. You tried to inhale, to gasp at the sight, but every part of you froze. Your lungs refused to fill with air, your throat refused to open for the bile rising in your throat again, your tongue refused to utter a sound. A blood soaked reached up, the monster eyes never leaving it's meal, until it's fingers found the mouth. Your jaw snapped shut and yours closed on their own at the sound of flesh ripping, your brain kicking it into overdrive to keep you alive.

"What's a matter, cupcake?"

Your friend's voice filled your ears and sob ripped through you. It was all real, whatever was happening was real and you were going to die.

"Don't like th-" the voice cracked, growing deeper, "at do ya, huh? Cry all you want, fun's only just getting started."

It slapped you, a wet sticky hand collided with your cheek hard enough to bust your lip open. The taste of blood flooding your mouth, a whimper of pain and wet choking, it was pathetic but you were stuck, paralyzed by your own fear. You covered your face with your arms and curled your legs in tighter, ready for another blow, ready to defend, but not to attack.

"Please," you said, blood and saliva leaking from your busted lip.

There was a rustling, but you refused to look, it was better to not know what was about to happen to you. It yanked and pulled and shoved until you were forced on to your knees. A hand pinched your underarm until you dropped them, revealing your tear stained face.

"Open your eyes before I make ya."

You obeyed instantly, visions of your friend's shredded face coming making you sob more as you looked at your captor, at the monster who was going to kill you. He stood, taller and more muscular than what you remembered, over you in the same suit, now stained with blood and guts and God knew what else. His stringy hair was thicker now, still hanging down. Nothing about his teeth had changed though, that shade of yellow you'd never forget.

"Sometimes, you go with your gut." His thumb pressed into your split lip until you cried out in pain. He brought it to his face, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent and stuck the digit in this mouth. "Sometimes, your a stupid cunt. Guess we know which unlucky shit you are today."

You watched him remove his belt, the leather sliding through the loops of his trousers and wrapping around your throat. You watched his one blood dripping hand undo his pants, every tooth on the zip unclicking echoed around the room. You watched him stroke his cock until it was coated in blood too.

Resolutely you ground your teeth together, breathing harshly through your nose as adrenaline, fight or flight instinct, over came your fear. The belt cut into your neck but you refused to comply again. You looked at the hellish monster in his bright, icy eyes, and curled your lip sneer. Even as your lungs burned, your lips trembled with the effort to stay stiff, you refused to open your mouth. Spots started to float behind your eyes and another slap landed across your cheeks.

"You either use those dick sucking lips, cupcake, or I will."

The belt was yanked up into the air and then dropped, instinctively your mouth opened, gulping for air. He slammed his cock down your throat. You gagged, scrambled for some kind of leverage as you tried not to throw up. Your fingers dug into the blood stained pants, and he took that as an invitation, thrusting hard and faster. The taste of blood in your mouth only made you sicker, mixing with the overwhelming stench of death and rot. Tears fell freely down your face washing away lines of the drying blood.

"God, shit, you done this a lot? Your throat is trying to fucking milk me. How's your friend taste huh? They fought back a lot harder, got a bit messy."

You garbled out a sob, mucus bubbling out of your nose and mouth. He grinned down at you, yellow teeth looking sharper here, made for ripping and tearing away flesh. His hips stuttered, crushing your face into his crotch as he came down your throat. Just when you thought you'd pass out, he pulled his cock out of your mouth. Drool and blood and cum poured from your lips as you choked on the stale air. He groaned, smearing the mess around your face as you coughed around the belt still choking you.

"Don't worry, cupcake, I like it messy."

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redhairedwolfwitch · 3 years

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Shameless Flirt - Stella Kidd x Severide!Sister!Reader - Chicago Fire

Requests: Stella Kidd x severide sister reader, where Kelly tried to hit on Stella told him that she is lesbian so he ends up trying to set her up with the reader/his sister.

Can we get a Severide!Sister x Stella Kidd? So we know that there was history between Kelly and Stella before the show and then they started seeing each other again not long after she was introduced, but what if after her fling with Kelly and sometime during her failed marriage she realized that she might be bisexual so instead of starting things back up with Kelly when she gets to 51 she’s exploring her sexuality. Then in comes new candidate for Truck 81 Y/n Severide, who is very confident in her sexuality and a shameless flirt when she’s set her sights on a pretty girl. And yep Stella Kidd is at least a little bit gay because she is absolutely smitten with baby Severide, and if Gabby makes a comment about how she just has a thing for Severides she pretends not to listen.

A/n: tweaked it, Stella will be attracted to both guys and girls in this, but we don't really put a label on it

The history between Stella Kidd and Kelly Severide was complicated.

The history of Stella Kidd and her sexuality? Also complicated.

In high school, she had a crush on a girl in her biology class. She didn't realise it was a crush though. She just wanted to stare at the pretty girl all day and maybe spend some time with her.

Later in life, she married and divorced a man, her ex-husband Grant.

Then between that, Stella met Kelly Severide and they had a thing for a little. That was until Stella admitted one night that she was also interested in woman, breaking up with Kelly in the process as he sat there thinking.

It wasn't until his phone buzzed that he stopped thinking and a lightbulb moment occured as he saw who had texted him.

You, his younger sister.

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"Casey, Truck 81 has a new candidate coming in today." Boden explained with a smile, leading to Casey raising an eyebrow.

"What's with the smile, chief? Someone we know?" Casey asked, leaving Kelly to look confused until he spotted you walking over.

"Y/n Severide, Truck 81's new candidate. Welcome to Firehouse 51." Boden announced, leaving you to grin.

"Pleasure to be here, chief."

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"Hey, Stella! Come meet the new candidate!" Cruz called Stella over from where she was talking to Brett and Gabby.

"Severide, Y/n Severide, a pleasure to meet you, Stella." You smiled, shaking Stella's hand as she walked over.

"Stella Kidd... it's nice to meet you too, Y/n, any relation to our Squad Lieutenant?" Stella asked, tilting her head to the side as you chuckled.

"Kelly? Yeah, he's my older brother." You replied, grimacing as Kelly ran over, ruffling your hair.

"So, how are you two finding each other?" Kelly asked, leaving you to stare at him for a moment before your eyes flickered to Stella. Stella raised an eyebrow at Kelly's scheming look before she felt her cheeks heat up as you winked at her.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Brett enquired quietly to Gabby, who nodded in return.

"Wow, just wow. It's Severide's sister too."" Gabby whispered back, watching you flirt with Stella.

"Wait, really?" Brett gasped, leaving Gabby to nod quickly.

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"So... you and Baby Severide?" Gabby began, approaching Stella after shift at Molly's.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Stella replied, passing a beer over to Casey who looked confusedly between them at the conversation starter.

"Well, she was shamelessly flirting with you all shift and you melted like an ice cream in the sunshine, so I'd say, you have a thing for Severides." Gabby remarked, leaving Stella to pretend she wasn't listening by making another drinks order.

"You know, my sister doesn't just shamelessly flirt with anyone." Kelly admitted, leaving Stella to raise an eyebrow at him.

"What, only the pretty ones?" She remarked, rolling her eyes whilst Kelly just smirked.

"Not all the time, she likes strong characters too. You're in both those categories and I think you like her too, or you wouldn't have let her flirt with you all shift." Kelly commented, leaving Stella to sigh as she looked at her shoes.

"Speak of Baby Severide and Baby Severide shall appear." Gabby chuckled, leaving Kelly to wave at you as you walked into Molly's.

Stella froze as she looked up and met your eyes as you approached the bar.

"Oh, crap."

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