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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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heyy! i have a request that is kinda similar to affection which btw is my all time fav eddie angsty fic! anyways feel free to drop it cause you’ve already kinda written it. eddie and reader have been dating and their relationship is still fairly new and one night when they’re hanging out with everyone the reader overhears eddie telling everyone she’s clingy. thank you so much bby for all the amazing works you’ve shared with us 🤍🤍

Thank you so much!

"affection" is one of my favorites as well

I think I can change it enough where it won't sound the same!

Eddie wasn't huge on public displays of affection. In fact, he hated it. He hated someone constantly tugging on his arm. He didn't like to be hugged in front of a group. He refused to kiss in front of anyone. He only wanted affection in private.

Y/N never knew that. She thought showing each other off was adorable. She loved to be touched and to touch others. Her body physically couldn't handle being left alone. She needed reassurance of someone being there

So when she began to date Eddie, she didn't think twice about it. Easily sliding her hand into his as they walked through the hallways. Pecking his cheek before she ran off to class. She played with his hair when she sat behind him in class. Rubbing his leg with her foot during hellfire. She adored touching her boyfriend and she didn't think once that he didn't like it.

She always wanted to hangout with him. Her life at home was lonely and she didn't like to be left there. Always running over to Eddie's right after school and staying until she had to leave for bed. He never said a word, so how was she supposed to know?

Eddie tried very hard to never snap at her. They've been dating for two months and he was going insane. But the relationship was new, she was in the puppy love stage. Surely she'd get over that.

Then two months turned into four. And she was still clinging on to him. He knew she needed to feel a body against hers. Even before they dated she always hooked on to someone nearby. And now since he was her boyfriend, he was the default.

And maybe he was an ass for talking behind her back. A grade A asshole for telling his friends she was so damn clingy but he needed it off of his chest.

"she's just so clingy and I feel like I can't breathe. She's at my house every day for hours. I haven't had a moment alone in months. She's holding my hand, cuddling me, and kissing me in front of everyone. I don't know, I just feel like that stuff is for us when we are alone"

She was behind the wall, getting back from the bathroom. Heart cracking and insecurity flooded her body as her boyfriend told their friends she was clingy.

She knew she was, she just didn't see it as a bad thing. She'd love it if someone wanted to cling on to her. It would make her feel loved and appreciated. She wasn't hurt by being called clingy. She was hurt that he never bothered to tell her for the last four months that she was suffocating him.

She quickly wiped her face and cleared her throat. It's fine, she'll just talk to him one on one when they left Steve's.

She smiled as she entered the room. Now she knew why the room got silent. Steve and Robin threw her pity looks but she shrugged it off. She sat next to Eddie, not on his lap like she was before. When he breathed a sigh of relief, her body stung. But she shrugged it off.

When he parked in her driveway to drop her off she spoke up. She wasn't going to let this eat her alive for his benefit.

"why didn't you tell me I was too much for you?" She asked, turning her head to look at him.

He clenched his eyes and sighed.

"I didn't mean for you to hear that" he admitted.

"I know but I would have understood. I'm a big girl, I think I can handle giving you some space when you need it" she wasn't angry and she wasn't hurt anymore.

"I know, it was a dick move" he confessed

"let's work on it together. I'll try to hold back and the days I forget, just tell me when it's too much okay?"

He felt even worse. She smiled sweetly at him as he nodded. She pecked his cheek and skipped into her house.

She was sweet, a ball of sunshine and he felt like the damn rain cloud.

It was weird at first for her. She wasn't sure what things made Eddie feel suffocated so she slowly learned.

When she walked in the halls next to Eddie and Robin, she went to lace her fingers with his. Slightly touching his fingertips. Feeling a small kick in the gut when his hand went into his pocket. Still ranting about a story on his mind. Robin watched as her cheeks flushed embarrassed and took her hand away. Robin didn't understand why Eddie hated the affection. It was his fucking girlfriend for god sakes.

But Robin was a good friend. Easily slipping her hand into Y/N's free one. Y/N smiled at the feeling, giving Robin a grateful look. Y/N giggled as Robin swung their connected hands forward and backwards. Robin smiled hearing her laugh.

Eddie noticed the girls next to him were no longer listening to his story. Watching his girlfriend giggle and smile brightly as Robin swung their arms around. He ignored the upset feeling in his stomach and continued to walk beside them. Easily becoming the third wheel.

Movie night at Steve's was the next thing she had to learn.

She crawled right next to Eddie, as she always did. Throwing a blanket over them as she squeezed under his arm. Her arm wrapping around him and head resting on his shoulder. Feeling his body tense, she quickly apologized

"sorry eds" she said quietly, giving him a defeated look as she sat up straighter, pulling her body away from his. She knew she told him she'd work on it for him, but she didn't expect it to hurt so much.

He gave her a small smile and threw his arm over the couch. Sitting comfortably without a care in the world.

Steve's heart hurt watching as the girl cuddled into herself. Picking at her nails as she tried to keep her hands away from trailing to her boyfriend.

"Y/N, come here" Steve said, opening his arms with a smile on the other side of the couch. He knew she would not be able to rest without cuddling during a movie. And he wasn't going to let his friend be upset because her boyfriend was an asshole.

"okay!" She said excitedly. Yanking the blanket off of Eddie and scooting to the other side where Steve sat. Settling herself in his arms as he sat the blanket on them. Throwing his free arm on her shoulder as he pressed play to the movie.

Eddie glared at Steve's arms wrapped around his girlfriend. The spot next to him is now empty. Just because he didn't want to cuddle doesn't mean Steve should just be touching her all over. Jealousy settled in his veins. He couldn't remember one thing about the movie. Watching his girlfriend fall asleep on Steve's shoulder as she snuggled into him more and more.

But when they were alone, he got her to himself. She realized Eddie only liked to be touched in the privacy of just them. Which was fine.

She kissed his face repeatedly as he laughed under her. Hands tickling her sides to get her off of him.

He smirked in victory when he landed on top of her. Kissing her slowly as she reached up to tangle her hands in his hair.

He didn't want to admit it, but he missed feeling her. They haven't spent a night alone in weeks. He hadn't kissed her this deeply in days. Hasn't felt her hands in his hair, her warmth transferring on to him.

She pulled away with a giggle. Kissing his nose as she moved from under him.

He watched as she put on her jacket.

Confused, he spoke out, "wait. Where are you going?" He sat up on his bed, hand reaching to grab hers

"it's almost 7 baby" she said it like he was supposed to understand what that meant

"and? You never leave that early"

"I know but I've been with you all day long. Now it's time for you to have your alone time, remember?" She said softly. Shaking her head and laughing quietly at her boyfriend's confused face.

She kissed his lips quick again as she walked out of bedroom

"see you in the morning!"

And the door slammed shut.

Eddie quickly realized he didn't want alone time tonight. He's been alone for fucking weeks it felt like.

It was date night and Eddie was more excited than ever. He felt like his body was growing restless being away from her touch this long.

He sat next to her in the booth, one arm thrown over her shoulder and holding her hand as she reached up.

He kissed the side of her head as they waited for their food to arrive.

She was ranting about her day. Her free hand tracing shapes into his hand that rested on the table.

He hummed softly as he listened. His body felt like it was melting into hers. Her back against his chest. Her head is just below his chin. He forgot how nice it was to just hold her.

"Eddie! Y/N!" Robin announced as she dragged Steve over to the booth

"can we sit?"

Eddie went to say no but his sweet girlfriend already said yes.

He felt his body slump in the booth when she moved her body away. Unlacing their hands, scooting over to her side of the booth. No longer sharing one spot. She held her own hands as she greeted their friends.

Eddie hated how cold his body felt. But he asked for this. This was what he wanted. But now he was slowly learning he missed her clinginess. And he hates more than anything that he made her change who she was.

He watched her as she talked to their friends. Eddie kept moving his hand closer to her seat. Hoping that maybe she's been too caught him in talking and just hold it. Subconsciously touching him. But she did. She noticed his hand getting closer but figured she was the one moving. Quickly pulling herself further away. Sending him a small smile.

Eddie needed to fix this and do it fast

Y/N and him were walking side by side towards their class. Ever since Eddie put his hand in his pocket that day, she kept hers tight on her books. But today she had none to carry. Eddie moved himself closer, ranting about hellfire. Bumping his shoulder into hers with a smile. She smiled back and was caught off guard when she felt his warm hand slip into hers. She felt him squeeze her hand a few times but kept his rant going. She smiled to herself and squeezed back.

At the next movie night, she was heading to sit next to Steve when Eddie grabbed her by her waist. She squealed when he placed her on his lap, throwing a blanket over them. Tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her, tight.

She felt him kiss her head and told Steve to play the movie.

She smiled to herself and snuggled further into his arms.

Eddie smiled as she fell asleep, this time on him.

When she came over to his house after school, he made sure she didn't feel the need to leave.

Moaning into her mouth as she sat on his lap. His tongue tasted her mouth as he held on to her hips.

She pulled away breathless, the excuse to leave on her tongue.

"don't go" he said first. Kissing down her neck.

"you don't want alone time?" She asked, pulling back to look at him fully

"I'm tired of alone time. I was wrong. I love you and I love when you cling to me. I love when you hold my hand, cuddle with me during movies, and when you stay all night long. I'm sorry for making you change. I should have changed. I miss you and I hate missing you when you are right here" he said quietly, still holding on her hips to make sure she didn't move. "alone time just reminds me how fucking good I had it before I fucked it up"

"Eddie, you didn't fuck up. It's okay to not like certain things. We are just opposite and that's fine" she smiled

"no baby no. The thing is the second you took it all away, I wanted it more than ever. I'm sorry and I'll keep saying it. You are perfect just the way you are. Please just stay a little longer"

She smiled down at him as he nudged his head into her chest. Inhaling her scent as he hugged her tighter

"okay Eddie, I'll stay"

Being in a new relationship was all about learning. Learning about the person you love but also learning about yourself. And Eddie learned he loved being touched, even in front of everyone.

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taurusreads · 9 months

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why do you feel lost?

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what is the next step you should take?

how to pick a pile? close your eyes, take a few deep breaths, and clear your mind. feel which pile you're drawn to, and find the reading below the cut!

PILE ONE

pile one, i feel like there’s something that’s been calling to you that you’ve been either ignoring or avoiding. i feel a sense of fear here, but you have so many people who are trying to reach out in the 5D and let you know that it is okay. if you’ve been thinking about talking to someone about a certain aspect of your life e.g. a friend, family member, etc., then i think you should take the time to do so! you have so many people in your corner, but none of them can truly be there for you if you can be there for yourself.

this could be some form of shadow work that should be done, or possibly just an underlying problem that you have yet to address that has been eating away at you. i think that if it does have something to do with shadow work, self/worth and self-love could play a big part in getting the things that you want. if you’ve been manifesting something for yourself for quite some time now, i hear the universe saying that it’s on its way! but it can’t completely get here until you face the rest of your trauma :(. remember, you can’t reap the reward without putting in the work! it’ll be hard and you may be down for a little while, but none of these feelings are ever permanent.

you could also be a leo, or have leo placements!

i don’t think that you’re actually lost per say, i think that you are just avoiding facing a part of your shadow that has been ready to be release a longgggg time ago. give it the space to exit from your life, don’t hold onto the things that aren’t right for you anymore. aren’t your exhausted of fighting so hard? give yourself a break, enjoy the little things and let the rest run its course.

i think right now it is an important time to take action towards your higher self. i think paying attention to your dreams could also provide more insight into what the next steps you could take are.

be grateful for the things that you already have as well! part of growing and learning is to accept what is, what will be, and what once was. even if you’re life is not what you envision it to be now, that doesn’t mean that you can’t be grateful for the things that are currently blessing your life! take time a ground yourself, remember your roots and where exactly you came from, and all the things around you that got you to this point.

if there is something that you’ve been drawn to lately (especially financially), i think now is the time to let your soul take the lead and have your brain catch up later. your mind wants to be in control at all points in time, so when it can’t come up with a valid reason for you being drawn to a certain person, place, thing, idea, etc. it tries to write it off. don’t let it do that, this is your key to success, this is your key to movement. staying distracted by the shadow work that needs to be done is only delaying the inevitable. the things you asked for a coming, so why are you suddenly trying to push it away when space has to be made for it? let life run its course and release control bby, they’ve got you.

don’t play wit’ ‘em riot 💃🏽 baby the moment you let this shadow work run its course and you allow your soul to chase after its highest calling, you’re life will EVOLVE. you know what a tower moment is. you know what they’re for, and you know how much better you’ll be when you come out the other end. but don’t keep yourself trapped in a situation that wasn’t meant for you in the first place. this is your chance to rewrite the story that’s been written for you, and turn it into something that YOU would like to experience. you’re the only person experiencing the life you have right now, so why not enjoy it while it’s here hm?

things will be moving so so so so fast for once you let this old version of yourself go. so many great things will seemingly just fall into your lap, but remember that it wasn’t just coincidence, it was fate.

and if no one has told you lately; i see the struggles your facing, i feel the pain you’re in, and i’m so proud of you for making it this far. i know it’s not easy, but you’re trying, and that’s all anyone’s asking for 🤎

PILE TWO

pile two, i feel like some of you might be lying to yourselvesssss. about what is up to your own discretion but there’s something that isn’t being shown here. for some of you i also see that this uneasy feeling you have in you is divine timing at work. some of you may be an aries or have prominent aries placements. some of you might also be starseeds as well and if that is the case, welcome home 🫶🏽

i’m getting a real bubbly personality here, someone who’s not too serious about life, but way too serious about themselves. i think some of you are in an energy where you’re juggling multiple things at once, and with that feeling comes always wanting to be in motion. i think that right now, the universe is asking you to sit still and enjoy living life. partake in your favorite hobbies without feeling bad about it, take a rest and don’t feel like a slob afterwards okay? you’re still just as much capable and deserving of your blessings now as you were when you first manifested them.

if some of you are looking for some sort of truth or trying to find answers to your situation, your guides are telling me this: ✨ there’s nothing to find ✨

there, i said it. you’re on a rabid goose chase for no good reason because you’re looking for answers that don’t exist. you’ve done it babes! there’s no trick questions, there’s no hidden cameras or tricks up their sleeves. you did the work, and now they are giving you your reward. all you have to do now is sit back and wait for it to fall into your lap. stop looking over your shoulder there’s no more shadow work, they swear (for now).

some of you might have been manifesting a certain someone into your life, and a lot of the work you’ve been doing lately was in preparation of this person coming in. congrats to all my babies!! i’m very very proud of you because shadow work for forever relationships (especially romantic ones) can be a pain in the ass but you made it! we have double confirmation a soulmate connection coming in with the two of cups coming out! this energy is giving very loving and lighthearted energy. if this is the energy of you and your person when you meet you should be very excited!!

something that might help ease the nerves as you wait for your manifestations to come in is to focus completely on yourself and your spiritual journey. do the things that make you feel alive, whether that be singing, dancing, painting, drawing, crocheting, archery, whatever! being out in nature can also help ground you and allow you to release any pent up energy that might accumulate throughout the day. focus on getting that bag! it could be very useful in the future.

i feel like some of you are on the verge of losing hope, but your guides want you to keep having faith! i know that waiting around isn’t easy, but they have to finish up some last minute details so until then, just sit back and just find little things in life to enjoy until your person comes because trust me, they’re in their way!

a little info to tide you over: i feel like you are someone who struggles when it comes to making decisions. if you notice that you’re starting to become very decisive in the things you want/say, that could be an indicator that your person is very close 🤫

PILE THREE

i had one of the biggest epiphanies while readings your cards pile three, oh my god. first off, i want to start by noting that at the very starts of the reading i got an energy check and the first thing i saw was this greenish-blue color. almost like that ocean-y, sea vibe. i don’t 100% know how to explain it but the color was absolutely beautiful in my opinion. i feel like you guys are warriors. you’re people who aren’t afraid of change, you aren’t afraid of starting anew, and you aren’t afraid of facing your demons.

i think right now is a very emotionally painful time for you because you stepped head first into your shadow work, and you’ve just hit a big point in your development. i think whatever you had to re-experience played a big part in who you were, and you’re going through a major ego death. but even through that, i don’t sense that you’re scattering either. you’ve found the knowledge and wisdom needed to stay grounded, even through situations that would have broken others, and for that i applaud you.

you could be seeing repeating 1’s a lot, as well as repeating 4’s. these numbers could be signs that your soul family and spirit guides are with are and are cheering for you! they see the hard work you’ve put in and how much you’ve grown as well, and they’re always here to give you an encouraging pat on the back.

i feel like you’re a bit confused on what to do now that you’ve put in all the work, and so you’re stuck in this period of limbo. it’s okay, we’ve all been there. i think you’re guides want me to let you know that it’s okay to step back into the world now. you’ve shut yourself up for so long and worked through all of this pain and anxiety you’ve been experiencing, and now you deserve to show off the new version of you. you deserve to let this new person that’s emerged be known by others. you deserve to be proud of the person you are right now, because you put in the work to get there. let the world know that you were strong enough to make it through.

something that could help ease the confusion you feel is to focus on balancing out your work and personal life. i think that you may have a hard time compartmentalizing, and you brain had convinced you that you can commit to both at the same time. i think focusing on managing both and gaining the task of juggling multiple tasks as once can be very helpful for balancing out your energy and keeping you occupied while your internal wounds continue to heal.

focus on the different things that give you happiness. remember that you can always find happiness is different areas of your life, you just have to look for them. partake in small things that bring you momentary joy until the long lasting joy comes in <3

you don’t have to keep everything to yourself either. if you feel comfortable, talk to someone you trust about the situation that you’re going through. find someone who will be willing to listen and understand what you’re going through on a spiritual level. talking about your problems with someone who will really get it can take a big weight off of your shoulders, and you don’t have to feel so alone throughout the whole thing. i’m seeing that a significant other could be someone that will understand your issues better than you think.

it’s okay to still be in pain, even after you’ve worked through the worst of it. remember, time is the best healer of all wounds.

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yustea · 4 months

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I’m so obsessed with camboy!Felix and that you stumble on his stream and he somehow ends up fucking you (maybe your his neighbor or something) or the reverse that you’re a camgirl yk?

OMG YES I SEE IT

For me if he got walked in on/walked in on you in the act I feel like it could go two ways; super soft shy bby OR (if he was walked in on) super soft, loving dom 🤭

Like imagine you come home to hearing deep soft murmurs coming from your shared bedroom and you sneak a peek behind the open door; seeing him bare chest, his large hands snaking down his abs and teasingly tugging at the strings of his grey sweat pants. But when he looks up and see her peeking your head in?? 🤭🤭

BABY WOULD BE SOOO FLUSTERED, ESPECIALLY IF YALL JUST STARTED DATING/HE HASN’T TOLD YOU ABT THIS YET

He’d start getting all flustered and stutter, completely freezing and not knowing what to do.

He’d also start profusely mumbling apologies and try to turn the camera off (but bro would fumble it so hard cause his hands would be shaking)

But if you start doing a strip tease behind the camera?

And you seductively stroll towards him?

Using that Dom fem energy that so easily short circuits his brain?? And makes him such a good little boy to play with?? 🤭🤭

His ears would def go so red it’d hurt but you didn’t hear that from me

He would utterly just submit to you and let you do as you please, leading for you to take your sweet time with him as you praise his sculpted body and how he is such a good little baby boy for you 🫠

(I think this would also apply if Felix accidentally walked in on YOU doing a cam show - poor baby would feel so guilty invading your space :(( But if you asked him to join and be a good boy?? Hands down he would be at your beck and call 🤭🤭)

HOWEVER.

Soft Dom Felix?? 🤭🤭

This is where I picture him being more comfortable with you and he’s told you abt what he does and he trusts that you won’t judge.

As soon as he hears the door creak open, he’s already looking at you with that sweet, flirtatious gaze and shamelessly grazing his gaze down your beautiful body 🤭🤭

DEF A LAZY SMIRK ON HIS FACE

He’ll continue performing for the camera; his hand trailing into his pants and teasingly grips his cock and letting out a low groan/whimper.

HE’D DEF COO AT YOU IN THAT SWEET VOICE SAYING SHIT LIKE “nawww is baby needy?” “Do they need someone to help them?” “Cmon come here and lets give our audience a real show” 🫠

He’d make you face the camera (always checking if you were okay with sharing your beautiful body with the viewers 🫠🫠) and would praise you constantly and just be soooo gentle 🫠🫠

(I don’t really see him as much as a condescending Dom but if you had kinks that he knew abt?? HE’D DEF USE THEM TO HIS ADVANTAGE)

He’d be kissing and nipping all over your neck whilst fingering you, taking his sweet time as he slowly made you fall apart while you watched 🫠

DEF WOULD MAKE YOU READ OUT THE COMMENTS AS HE’S FUCKING YOU IN REVERSE COWGIRL

“Hmm what did you say love?”

“*username* said ‘p-poor b-baby ca-n’t h-handle mu-ch m-more, t-they’re g-gonna c-come u-undone s-soon”

“Naaww you think so? My sweet little baby is gonna cum are they?”

KASHKSHAKAWJIDHDKWHEKAHSKX 🫠🫠🫠

(I’m starting to get a bit to infatuated with this but LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE THIS INTO A FIC)

BYEYEYE I LOVE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT 😚😚

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Ooo hiii can I please request a husband!Tangerine x wife!fem!reader where they’ve been married for years now, and have a daughter who’s around 5-6 years old? They travel with Tan and Lem when they’re on jobs (but stay in a ridiculously fancy, expensive hotel each time, while the Twins are off doing their thing), and when they travel to Japan for the Bullet Train job, Tan’s daughter (who definitely gets her mischievousness from her Dad) misses her Daddy so much that she sneaks onto the Bullet Train with her Dad and Uncle? Chaos ensues as a terrified Mom: Y/n also finds herself on the train to get her bby, and a freaked out Dad: Tangerine (when he sees not only the love of his life, his wife, but his precious little daughter as well, on the Bullet Train, in the middle of the chaos that is that job)… Also a protective Uncle/brother in law: Lemon, because YES! Tangerine doesn’t die because NO, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF🤧🤧🤧

You can choose all that happens/how it plays out!!

hiii lovely!! I absolutely love this idea. I did change one thing, just the way they got onto the train. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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tangerine x f reader (husband x wife, parents)

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Whenever Tangerine and Lemon went away on missions, you and your daughter would often travel with them and stay in lavish hotels while they were off doing their job. A short while ago your husband and brother-in-law told you of an upcoming job in Tokyo. You had always wanted to travel there, so you were very keen on the thought, practically jumping at the idea. They told you how quick and easy the job was, so you saw it as a win-win.

The twins left early this morning to collect the son and briefcase, so you used this opportunity to have a girls' morning with your five-year-old. Ordering room service while you painted your nails and applied face masks.

“What do you want to do today Mandy?” You asked while picking out her clothes from the suitcase.

“Want to see daddy.” She smiled, twirling around in place.

“Daddy’s at work honey, he’s not back until tomorrow.” You said softly, picking her up and spinning around. “We can have a whole girls' day, what do you fancy doing?” Blowing raspberries on her cheek before setting her down. “We can go on the Bullet Train? That seems like fun.”

Excitedly skipping around as she chanted. “Train, train, train, train.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Laughing warmly. “I’ll book the tickets, okay? Do you want to watch Thomas on mummy’s phone?”

“Yes.” She giggled, climbing her way onto the bed to join you.

Tickets for the train were fully booked until this evening, so you and Mandy spent the day watching films and playing games until it was time to leave.

“You excited?” You cutely ask, holding her hand tightly as you made your way onto the platform.

“Yeah.” Giggled, sweetly smiling up at you with her dad's blue eyes.

“You got to hold my hand, okay? No letting go.” You instruct, hearing the train approach the station.

“Promise.”

You and Mandy found your seats in the carriage next to the quiet car, settling in, she immediately perches up to look out the window. Staring in awe at the lights as her legs excitedly bounced.

Over the next hour or so, you and Mandy cuddled in the chairs as you watched shows on your phone, snuggling into each other until your stop at Kyoto.

Noticing some strange commotion in the carriage behind, you poke your head into the aisle to get a better look through the glass door. “One second baby.” Kissing Mandy’s forehead to excuse yourself. You stand up and make your way over to the sliding door, gazing through the glass to get a better look.

Returning to your seat, immediately noticing your daughter's absence. “Mandy?” You call out, rushing down the aisle and searching between seats. “Mandy? Mandy. Honey? Where are you?” Tone growing more worried and desperate.

Darting down the aisle, heavily breathing with panic when you realise the car is empty. Running into the next carriage, persistently calling her name. “Mandarin! Mandy? … Excuse me.” Noticing a blonde lady, you ask for her help.

“Shush.” She retorts, gesturing to the ‘quiet car’ sign.

“I’m looking for my daughter, she’s about this tall— she— she has brown curly hair, with uh- with two pigtails. She’s wearing orange converse and um- um— oh my god.” Clutching your chest as your eyes dart around.

“No sorry.” She shrugs, turning around to resume what she was doing.

“No no no.” You breathlessly mutter, rushing through the carriage as you continued to call her name. Searching under seats and between gaps.

Darting into the next car, repeating the same information as you told the previous lady. “Mandarin? Mandy, please.” You quietly sob, rushing through the aisles as you tried to find your daughter. Eyes filling with panicked tears, you accidentally bump into the back of a guy who was blocking the door. “I’m so sorry.” You instinctively apologise.

“What you doing here?” A familiar voice questions, looking over you worriedly. “Hey?”

“Mandy, I can’t find Mandy.” You choke out, avoiding Lemon’s gaze. “I turned around for one minute, and- and, my god.”

“It’s okay, we’ll find her. She couldn’t have gone far.” Lemon comforts, beginning his search in the next car. “She’s definitely on the train— we haven’t stopped in five minutes and the next one is in ten… we have time.” Reassuring you.

“Jesus— what am I gonna tell him… he’s gonna kill me if he loses his little girl.” You hastily blurt out.

“She’s too much like her dad, far too cheeky.” Changing the subject in an attempt to calm you down. “She won’t be far.” Nodding as you make your way into the next car.

“What’s going on? The people on this train have gone nuts.” You question when you hear more yelling in the car behind. “Oh, my baby, she’s probably so frightened.” You mumble, feeling awfully guilty as you search under chairs.

“Don’t panic… but it’s all gone tits up.”

“Oh, my god.” You grumble, rushing around faster.

Dashing into the next carriage, choking on a sob when you see your husband pacing the aisles with your daughter resting on his hip. Running towards him, mumbling incoherently as you join them.

“I’m so sorry.” Suppressing your tears as you look between them. “You’re okay.” Your worried hands urgently feel over her face. “I’m so sorry.” Gushing apologies to Tangerine, looking up at him anxiously. “I turned around for ten seconds— I’m sorry.”

“Hey— it’s okay.” He smiles, pulling you in for a tight side hug. Kissing your temple. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” His eyes soften as he looks over you. “Lem.” He nods, gesturing to his side.

“Hey cutie, wanna sit with your cool old uncle Lem for a couple minutes.” Lemon smiles, taking Mandy from Tan’s arms. “Mummy and daddy are gonna have adult talk, boo. Boring.” Faking a yawn that earned him a giggle.

“You gotta calm down, okay?” Tangerine warmly instructs, holding the sides of your face. Brushing circles over the apples of your cheeks. “She’s safe… you’re safe.” He pulls your face towards him, wrapping you in a desperate embrace as his hand brushes comforting strokes over the back of your head.

“We gotta get off the train, alright? It’s all turned to shit.” He separates, his eyes anxiously darting around your face.

“Did you finish the job?” You question, following after him.

“Nah.” He says matter-of-factly, picking up Mandy and placing her on his hip.

“Do you need to?”

“Not now.” Smiling at you, pulling you to his side. All of you make your way to the doors, waiting impatiently for the next stop.

Once you were all finally safe on the platform, it felt as though you could all finally breathe. Immediately wrapping your family in a tight hug, placing individual kisses on all three of their foreheads.

“How did you find her?” You ask, peppering her face in kisses.

“Her shoes caught my eye. I saw the orange and knew it was my Mandarin.” Sweetly smiling at the pair of you.

“Let’s get the fudge out of here.” Lemon urges, nodding to the exit gates.

“Daddy I’m hungry.”

“I bet you are, munchkin… you all hungry, too?”

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Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 8

Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️This chapter contains: billy hargrove x reader, smut, oral sex (f receiving), physical pain, hospital mention, dirty talking

wc: 5.4k

Crossposted on: Wattpad & AO3

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Chapter 8

“Shit… Shit, shit, shit!” He groaned in pain, the bindings on his wrists and ankles onto the hospital bed not helping with his writhing.

He felt as if he were engulfed in flames, as if there was lava all around him, his body ablaze in a red crimson color, and his belly felt a pressure that he never felt before. He didn’t know what was going on. He was at his home, playing his guitar, and then he just felt feverish.

Why was he in the hospital? Wait, it’s not even a hospital, it looks like a private room of some sort, but he couldn’t hear anyone outside. His sight finally focused and he looked to his side, seeing Wayne getting up from his seat with a pained frown in his face, rushing towards his nephew.

“Why am I here Wayne?”

“They’re specialists in this Eddie, but you’ll be okay son, I promise I will keep you safe.”

A doctor, or that’s what Eddie thought he was because of the white robe, entered the room. He was sort of bald, dark hair, beard and had glasses on, but another shot of pain surged in his belly and he tugged onto the restraints of his wrists. He felt a warm hand press on his forehead to push him back down to the pillow and he saw Wayne’s pained expression looking down on him.

“I will keep you safe.”

Eddie’s eyes shot open, sweat all over his body as heavy breaths left his mouth. He looked over at his clock, signaling 2 AM, sharp. He groaned, sitting up on his bed and that’s when he felt the strong migraine that started to develop. His hand shot towards his head, and he cursed under his breath, feeling warmth expanding towards his chest.

He picked up his phone and immediately opened instagram. Numerous accounts of random girls popped on his profile and his stories, and he started watching them one by one. One posted 2 hours ago, the other 3 hours ago, the next one posted a story 6 hours ago, and then he finally came across Tara. Posted herself drinking at a club 21 minutes ago.

He winced as he looked up to the ceiling, he knew that the ache was not leaving him unless he did this. He looked back down towards his phone and sent a text to the girl.

‘PIck you up in 20?’

Straight forward, no pleasantries, he didn’t care for them really. These women, he just had them for these kinds of cases, not that they knew about it, and the sex was always mediocre, but it helped. It was always empty, thrusting into a hole, no excitement to it, no real attraction except the one they had for him.

He sighed as he waited for the response. He felt another sting in the side of his head as well as if a punch was directed into his belly.

“Son of a fucking bitch.” He grabbed the ponytail in his nightstand, putting his hair in a bun. Always conditioned to this part of him that wanted to take over his body. Always feeling weak thanks to all the medication he has to take. Always feeling like an animal because of these things he does to women who just want to have a good time.

And he was never satisfied.

But they all had to do. They just simply had to do it for now.

His phone made a ‘Ting’ sound and he looked down on it.

‘Always rdy 4 u bby ;)’

Eddie rolled his eyes, getting up from his bed to get dressed with a groan. It’s just a hole, just a helper, that’s all he thinks about. That’s all it is. When was the last time he had an enjoyable time with someone else? His pleasure was never equal to his partner’s, so he often wondered if he will always be the problem of his demise.

For now, that’s what it seems like.

You fixed your skirt as you took a deep breath in, clearing your throat before going into the meeting room where your client was alongside your boss and other editors.

Be professional. It’s your workplace. Behave.

You opened the door to find your Boss, Liana, sitting at the very end of the table. On her right was a man in a suit, then you found your co-editor in this article, Tony, and then on Liana’s left side was Billy Hargrove, smiling at you, no, smirking at you with mischief in his eyes as the chattering of the room dimmed down as you entered.

Your belly filled with knots as you locked eyes with him, clearing your throat slightly as you noticed that the only available seat was right next to him.

“Good morning.” You called out and Liana beamed up at you, calling out your name. You had an exceptional relationship with your boss, it was far from friendship, but the trust was there as well as confidentiality. She had trusted you with small projects, then bigger ones, and now this would be the second huge project you would do for the magazine, but this time it is only you. Last project you shared it with Robin, when she actually put a little bit of effort.

But Robin took this job because it paid, not because it was her long term dream, and you understood that. You actually studied Fashion and made your way to get an Editor degree. Your passion stood here, in the background of the flashes of cameras and interviews. You preferred pen and paper, to voice out the new trends to long term designers, or show off new ones to the world. Entrepreneurs, even people you had scouted on TikTok and Instagram.

You wanted to shove the great chain industries away, for fresh material. Balenciaga, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, that’s just what they are. Names. Fashion wise it was too old, too bland, too antique. And then, on TikTok, small businesses of high fashion popped up, people that made these dresses and clothes out of pure love and ambition. You wanted that in the new world, in the new generation.

But for now, you have to stick to big companies, and hope that next project you will be able to talk Liana into bringing a new designer for the photoshoots.

“Please, take a seat! We are discussing our meetings with our next clients.” You walked around the table, taking a seat next to Billy, who shot you a smile. Liana interrupted again in order to present you to Billy, thinking you two haven’t met before. You were about to correct her that you actually met Billy before by coincidence, but Billy just grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles, making your cheeks redden slightly at the gesture.

“Beautiful name. Cannot be happier that a woman like yourself will be guiding this project.” He says into your hand, his warm breath hitting your skin which sends goosebumps all over your body and you could only stare at his blue eyes. Liana chuckled under her breath and that made you snap out, pushing the butterflies in your belly aside, taking your hand away from him.

“Nice meeting you too, Mr. Hargrove. And thank you for that flattery.” You finish saying as formal as possible, sitting down right next to him, putting your suitcase on top of the table. Liana sat down again with a content sigh as you fished your papers out of the leathery case.

“Okay, so, we know Curtis Delore wants more details on these designs, wanting to change it a bit to put on you Mr. Hargrove. He wants to buy the blueprints on these–”

“Actually…” You cut Liana off and your boss already knew you went a step ahead, a smile brooding on her red lips. Liana can always trust your diligent work, and she could see the passion you have for this industry and what it could be. So, she let you continue. “I took the time to contact Millie, and I may have sent her a copy of this article so that she could pass it onto her boss.”

“I already love the mention of Millie.” Liana says and Billy and his manager only looked with confused faces to one another, to then go back at you.

“I got a call this morning from Kim Jones himself that he wants to purchase the blueprint for the next collection and he is also very interested in the model himself for the campaign.” You say with a smirk on your face and Liana simply cheered in excitement. That meant that the design is now valued almost ten times than what it was going to be originally purchased at. Billy was still confused and looked at his manager, Ralph, who cleared his throat to catch both of your attention.

“Excuse me Ladies, who is Kim Jones?” He asked and you slid one of your papers towards Billy and then one towards Ralph. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he looked up at Billy, who almost had the same expression in his face.

“You got me to model for Dior? Dior Homme?” Billy slowly turned his head to look at you and you still had the snicker in the inside of your cheek, giving him a shrug.

“It’s a possibility, if you do desire to take it that is.” Billy looked at his manager, then smiled widely, throwing himself back on his chair, running his hands through his hair out of pure happiness. In his career, the only big gig he got was the Chanel advertisement, clothes wise, he didn’t get high couture brands to pick him as their face or body.

But, the Chief Designer of Dior Homme was actually interested in him.

He felt his chest almost exploding as he looked at the table and saw the three people all around him chatting excitedly. They were talking about numbers, and possibilities but Billy’s eyes could only look at you. How your mouth moved, how your eyes sparkled with ambition and he couldn’t help but drown in the sound of your voice.

And oh, how he wants to fuck you into his mattress for what you just did for him.

He really wants to show you how grateful he is. How happy you just made him by giving him an opportunity like this, despite him trying to make a move on you. You didn’t take it as offensive, and you didn’t push him away completely because of it either, you didn’t butcher his opportunity to show him a lesson, but you even gave him a bigger chance.

And he really wants to make it up to you.

Once the percentage of the gainings were talked about and how Billy’s patronage with Dior would give a small percent to the company, the meeting finally ended.

“Ralph, may I speak with you for a second? It’s just a legal matter.” Liana says with a smile as she guides Ralph to her office. You sighed in contentment, your insides up in flames at how well everything went as you turned into the hall to go to the elevators. You cannot wait to tell Robin about this, or maybe you shouldn’t. You don’t want to rub this in her face, because this would have given her a lot of commission if she were still in the team.

Maybe you can tell her as if it’s not a big deal, or just simply not tell her anything at all. But you needed to tell someone, because this was a big step, and you couldn’t–

Your thoughts were completely cut off as you felt a hand grip onto your bicep, guiding you into a storage room that was near the hallway you were crossing. Your eyes widened in the darkness, brazing onto your suitcase to swing it, when the lights turned on above you. You turned around to find blue eyes staring down at you with an intensity that was making your knees grow weak.

The sound of a lock was heard in the room as you took a step away from the man. He was a model, yes, but what if he was a psychopath? You didn’t know the guy, and now he has you locked up in a storage room in the building where you work.

“Um, Mr. Hargrove–” He put his hands up for you to stay silent as he looked at you, a smile drawing on his lips which was making the butterflies in your stomach flutter all around.

“Billy…” He reminded you and you blinked while staring at him, feeling your throat going dry as you saw how his eyes moved around as he tried to find the words to say. Was he nervous? “I wanted to thank you. I mean, apart from Ralph, no one ever put that much faith in me, or my work before.”

You were stunned. He was actually grateful for what you did, and that made your chest go warm at his actions. It saddened you slightly that no one paid attention to him before, because Billy was beautiful, and sexy when he had to be. He has multiple faces that people can possibly use, and you were happy to be the one to introduce him to that chain of possibilities.

“It’s my job Billy… But I am glad this can help you out now, and in the future.” He gave you a nod as you kept smiling at him but that smile slowly lowered as he took one step closer, tentatively. His hands reached for your suitcase, taking it from your hands to put it on the floor. Your eyes widened and your throat went dry as he looked down on you.

His eyes were lustful, but the tint of red on his cheeks told you that he was excited. The gaze he was looking at you with was enough to make your core clench, and your belly burn with intensity as he took another step towards you. You didn’t notice that you were taking your own steps back, not until you felt the cold wall against your back.

You have to talk, you really have to talk, tell him that he is crossing the line, that you were sort of his boss in this situation, but his eyes. There was something in his eyes that was not filled with lust.

Billy was admiring you right now.

“If you’d let me, Mousy…” He slowly starts kneeling in front of you, your eyes widening as your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight. This supermodel, this way too handsome of a man, was kneeling in front of you, and your whole body broke into a sweat. “I would like to show you just how grateful I am…”

“Y-You don’t have to do it, it’s part of my job–” His right hand raised up, brushing on the side of your left thigh, slowly, fingertips as light as feathers, and your skin grew goosebumps thanks to it. You shivered at the touch, and your belly turned with anticipation at what could happen right now.

“I want to. You don’t know how much I want to.” And Billy doesn’t say it, but he never wants to. But you, you are different. He wants to please you, ultimately make you see stars, helping you to relax, to untangle yourself from the everyday nerves. You gulped and almost let out a small groan when his fingers dug into the skin of your thigh.

“B-Billy, I don’t know if we should–” You tried to stop this, but you didn’t really want to. Your excitement and your nerves were moving all around your body, going through your veins from head to toe, warming you up and making your heart pump even faster to keep you conscious.

“Let me eat you Mousy… I need to taste you, god how I want to taste you…” He wasn’t even looking at you as his fingers creeped under your skirt, going up, leaving a trail of fire at each graze of his touch on your skin. You looked up at the ceiling as your breath started picking up.

“I won’t do anything to you later.” You state, putting your foot down to see if he will stop his movements when he realizes he is not getting anything out of this. But your eyes widened when you felt his fingers hook with the elastic of your underwear, and slowly slide it down your legs. You looked down to see blue irises staring directly into you, a lustful look hiding behind his black blown pupils and he said the next words without a smirk, a smile, or anything at all that would tell you he was playing with you.

“I am doing this because I want to. Not because I expect anything, Mousy.” All your life, you met men that wanted to take or wanted something in return for what they did to you. Women were a different thing, there was no way around it when it came to that, one has to get off the other and that’s final, but men really don’t care about that.

He urged your right foot to step out of one of the holes of your underwear and then you felt him raise your left leg up, your breath getting stuck in your throat as he hooked your under knee over his shoulder. You gasped when you realized he was staring directly at your center, and you tried to pull your skirt down for him to not see, a deep blush covering your entire body at how open you felt.

He tsked at you, and with his right hand he gripped your hand that was pulling your skirt down and looked up at you with a shake of his head. Your underwear was dangling off your left ankle and your hand was moved away by him as your other helped you stay stable against the wall. He smirked as he bunched up your tight skirt up, going over your ass so he could have a clear view in front of him

In all honesty, you could have avoided this situation. He didn’t seem like a guy who would take a No like a complete offense. He would have let you go the moment you struggled a little bit, but you didn’t. Because you felt the desire the moment he closed the door on the two of you. The tension that has been building up for the past week.

And wanted nothing else than for him to continue.

“Fuck– Let me thank you properly Mousy… I’ll make you feel real good.” He moved forward, and you felt your whole body shake in anticipation as his breath felt closer and closer on you. Your eyes widened when he blew a bit of air on you, and you realized thanks to the coldness that you were already wet. And he didn’t even touch you yet.

He chuckled as he saw the glistening of your slick, licking his lips as he pressed a kiss above your clit, just gently, teasingly, and you bit on your bottom lip to hold back the whine that wanted to come out of your mouth. He raised his hands up, and got hold of your ass, making your lower body lean forward to him and your hand immediately shot to his head as the other held onto the wall because you needed stability.

His smirk widened as he looked up at you and you stared down at him, alarmingly, because you realized that you fell into it. You grabbed onto his head. A clear invitation. And thanks to that, he was moving forward to press a kiss on your throbbing nub, making you squeal slightly.

He trembled with excitement at the sound, almost as if he were an animal tasting his prey. But you were no prey. You were a prize. A beautiful prize. And he wanted it, he really did want it.

His excitement though, betrayed his teasing, and his tongue flicked out to finally get a long lick up your slit, tasting you, and you threw your head back at the sensation, a groan getting caught in your throat. He moaned at your taste, taking another lick for good measure, making your hand clench on his hair.

“You taste so sweet… Fuck, I think I’m gonna get addicted to you.” And like that, he went in. All in. His tongue lapping your wet folds as if he were a starved man, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue every now and then and you couldn’t help the breathy moans that escaped your lips.

Holy shit. Billy Hargrove was eating you out. Out of his pure pleasure.

He gripped into the flesh of your ass to pull you even closer in order for his tongue to go even deeper and finally shove it inside of you to taste your walls. His nose was hitting on your clit just right as he moved his head to the thrust of his tongue. You threw your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bliss filling your body as you tried to keep your moans as low as possible.

Your grip in his hair shifted, tightening to then let go to rub it gently. He pulled out of your mouth to now solely focus on your clit, putting his lips around it to suck on it while flicking the tip of his tongue against it, and that made you moan out a little louder.

“Fuck, Billy–” He moaned against you as you called his name as if it were a prayer. He let go of your clit, to repeatedly flick it with his tongue, making your hips shake slightly at the feeling. Oh, he was going to be the death of you today, but how long has it been since someone took care of you in this way?

How long has it been since someone cared enough to do so?

His left hand left your ass cheek, to move to your front. He was sucking onto your clit as his index finger touched your slit, coating it in your fluids to lubricate it before pushing it inside, slowly and tentatively. You took a sharp intake of breath at the intrusion, but loved it nonetheless, the grip you had in his hair tightening at the feeling. His tongue never stopped moving on you as his finger started going in and out, in a slow pace.

You were trying to keep your moans as low as you could but you had nothing to cover your mouth with. Both hands were occupied with something. One was on the wall to keep you from falling and the other was in blonde curls. You wanted more, you needed more. Your belly was starting to pulse, and burn for him.

He pulled away from your clit to take a look at you, and what he saw made the bulge in his pants, which was already hard enough for the buttons to pop out of his jeans, simply twitch. Your face was completely flushed, your eyes half closed from the pleasure you were feeling, and breathy moans were escaping your lips.

But his name, his name was coming out of them as well.

“Can you feel it doll? How thankful I am for what you did?” He licked his lips with a smirk as you whined at his words. He will have his chance on being the one in control some other time. Right now, he had to show you how happy you made him today. So he will return the favor.

“Billy, I need to…” Your words got stuck in your throat as his finger kept thrusting into you but it wasn’t enough. The squelching sound of your wetness could be heard in the small room, making your belly turn in embarrassment and arousal at the same time. He hummed as he pressed a kiss to the thigh that was draped over his shoulder.

“What do you need, Mousy? I’ll give it to you… Anything you need. Anything you want.” And there was a hidden message behind those words, a message that only Billy knew about. He nibbled on your flesh to urge you to talk and you gasped slightly at the bite, looking down at him.

“I want to… I want to cum, please…” You beg of him and he almost fainted at how good you sound, at how pornographic your voice is like this. Breathless, with choked up moans in it. With his name stuck on your lips, your legs trembling over him, and he was glad he decided to show up to the meeting today. He was gonna let Ralph handle it, meet you afterwards as he snuck away from his manager, but this was much better. So much better.

He added his middle finger now with his index one, and your mouth fell agape, feeling the tight coil in your belly starting to snap slowly. He started moving his fingers, thrusting into you slowly at first and he guided his head towards your clit, sucking on it to add to the stimulation. Your eyes widened at the feeling to then clench them closed, your other hand gripping onto his hair as well as your back held you against the wall.

“Fuck! Billy– You’re so good, what the fu–” You almost moaned loudly, but you held it in as soon as you opened your mouth for it. He curled his fingers inside of you, his pace increasing and you were grinding your hips against his face now, your hands gripping his hair tightly to push him into you, for him to keep going, for him to keep making you feel so wonderfully blissful right now, for him to keep moving on you, for him to keep showing you how grateful he is to you.

“Cum on my face baby, come on, I can feel it…” He says into you with a smirk on his lips before attacking your clit again with his tongue. Your breathing became too heavy, your chest going up and down as the knot grew in your belly, and it burned, and it was unbearable until it finally snapped.

One of your hands flew to your mouth, the other holding Billy’s hair still, pushing him into you as your walls clenched around his fingers, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tilted your head back, almost hitting yourself against the wall. You were seeing white, then flashes of stars all around you as he kept shaking his head against you, helping you to ride your orgasm.

He took a deep breath in, breathing heavy when he felt your hand release his hair a bit. Your left leg was shaking over him and he was blown out by how responsive you were to him. He smirked, leaning over to take a long lick of your juices that were already dripping down your inner thighs. You winced at the overstimulation, looking down at him through teary eyes. You gripped onto his hair again, and motioned him to stop.

“Too much– Please…” You were breathless. You didn’t expect your day to turn out like this at all, but here you were. And you didn’t wish to be anywhere else at all. Billy pulled away from you, putting your left leg onto the floor, but not before slipping your underwear out of your ankle. You almost fell, feeling your legs shake because of the aftershock of your orgasm. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, getting up from the floor to face you again.

His knees hurt, his jaw was sore, but his mouth was filled of you, and he wanted more. He needed more.

“Did my thanks go through?” He asked with a smirk to his face and you looked up at him, with half hooded eyes, your pupils still dilated from the pleasure you just received. His eyes almost widened at the sight. He wanted to kiss you, really badly, taste your lips, make you taste yourself in his mouth. You gave him a tired smirk, making him raise an eyebrow up.

“It did Mr. Hargrove.” Your breath was slowly catching up on you, and you realized your skirt was still up, and you pulled it down, to then look at him again. “Can you give me back my underwear?”

“What underwear?” He says with a sly smirk on his lips that it makes you tremble with desire once again. How did he do it so easily? The butterflies in your stomach reappeared to wreak havoc once more inside of you.

“The black panties that are on your hand?” You say to him and he slowly puts said panties into the backpocket of his denim jeans, his face coming closer as he talked.

“You came commando today, Mousy.” He was keeping them. He was going to keep your underwear to do god knows what later on. This man, who didn’t ask for anything back right now from you, ignoring the hard bulge that was in his pants, and he just did it out of pure pleasure and also because of the lust he holds for you. You were speechless at his actions, because never once you had a man be this passionate to you. Never this filthy.

He was staring at you, his face as close as he could, breath grazing all of your face and you wanted to dive into his lips, feel them on you, wanting nothing more than to feel how his mouth linked with yours in a frenzied kiss. But he was waiting, patiently, because the line was crossed, but not quite. The next step was yours to take.

“I want to thank you too… How about Friday?”

His smirk grew as he heard your words, licking the inside of his bottom lip, and his chest puffed in victory. You knew that this might be a one night stand. That his fixation with you will be gone as soon as you two have sex, but you needed him. You wanted him. Fuck the game of cat and mouse.

“Friday sounds perfect… And trust me, you don’t have to thank me Mousy… But if you insist.” He pulled away from you, fixing his hair with a wipe of his hand through it. You gulped as you stared at him and he kept his eyes on yours. He leaned over again, his instincts wanting to betray him, but he stopped as his lips graced yours. Your breath hitched at the touch, and your skin was burning from how aroused you were feeling for him. “God, I want to fucking kiss you.”

“Friday…” Was your quick response. You knew that if he kissed you now, your one night stand would be at work, and with all honesty, you wanted a whole night with him. You wanted to be able to hear him grunt, moan, and call your name, but you also wanted to scream to let him know how you were feeling.

Because you know, Billy Hargrove was gonna make you scream. And you could hardly wait for it.

“Friday.” He pulled off you completely this time, and you felt the cold embracing you at the lack of body heat. He backed off from you, a smile on his lips as he unlocked the door, giving you a small wink before sliding out and closing the door behind him. The room being void of his cologne now, and you could only smell it

You finally let yourself slam against the wall, your body shaking as you pressed your hands to your face, feeling the strong heat that was on your skin, smiling widely at what you just experienced. You felt a cold breeze in between your legs, and you clenched your eyes at the feel of your arousal on your inner thighs. You had to go wash yourself.

But that didn’t make your smile falter one bit. You were still trying to believe what had just happened, and not because it was Billy Hargrove. That was a bonus. Someone actually made you feel pleasure, after so long of faking orgasms, of making up excuses to not meet with bad hookups, after taking care of your needs by yourself.

You had to thank Billy properly. It was the right thing to do.

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player1064 · 3 months

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Ok after the amazing angst one about their first time might I request a hurt/comfort… I love the complications of them being secretly together as players. Maybe Gary (srry bby) gets injured in a match and it’s scholes that has to tell Jamie and that’s how they come out to their friends or to the world, maybe Jamie’s there, idkkkkkk but something in the following of the SAF finding out one? 😁❤️

tbh like. at this point this is fully just a full length fic. perhaps I'm insane about them...

LOVE the idea of them being together in their playing days. wish I could find footage of Gary breaking his ankle but there's none!!!!!

Set as a sort of prequel to this one from a few days ago

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17th March 2007

Jamie is on the team bus headed for Birmingham when it happens. Up front, the radio is playing match coverage, but he’s sat further back, he and Stevie too busy holding court with the players sat around them to pay it much attention. It’s always a good idea to keep an eye on what United are doing, but as it stands they’re twenty points clear of Liverpool and are certainly going to get another three today – it’s only Bolton, and they’re at home too.

So, he’s on the bus when it happens, but he doesn’t find out until the team is sat around watching Match of the Day later that evening. Even then, he doesn’t get to see the footage, the only mention that anything happened at all being a short “Gary Neville came off after 11 minutes with an ankle injury.”

His teammates cheer and Jamie tries to laugh along, but all he can think is why hasn’t he texted.

“Reckon that’s him off England squad this summer, then” Stevie says, grinning, “finally, some peace and quiet. An’ they’ll be needing someone to step in for ‘im, Carra, you might get more minutes.”

“I fuckin’ hate playin’ right back,” he groans, rolling his eyes (why hasn’t he texted why hasn’t he texted why hasn’t he texted).

He makes a show of looking at the clock, says something about needing to call his parents to let them know he’s got to the hotel alright, and high-tails it out of there to go back to his and Stevie’s empty room.

Still no texts, so he brings Gary’s number up and calls, pacing the floor while it rings.

It takes longer than usual, but eventually he’s greeted with a quiet “’lo?” and breathes a sigh of relief.

“Are y’alright, love?” he asks quickly, his words rushing together. “Only just heard, else I’d’ve called sooner – what ‘appened? That twat Lineker was so vague.”

There’s a long pause, long enough that Jamie starts to wonder if his signal’s dropped out, and then:

A voice which he now hears is definitely not Gary, saying “this is Scholes.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, and snaps his phone shut.

His phone starts ringing a few seconds later.

Jamie, because maybe he’s a bit stupid, answers it.

“Yeah?”

“Er,” he hears Scholes say, “Who’m I speakin’ to, exactly? Gaz’s only got this number saved as ‘J’.”

“Um,” Jamie says, panicking. “I’m just a friend of ‘is, heard he got injured so wanted to check he were alright.”

“’e’s still waitin’ on some scans, but they reckon it’s broken,” Scholes says. “Gaz doesn’t really have friends, does he, outside of team. An’ you sound –”

“—Okay, good t’hear he’s alright, bye then.”

Jamie snaps his phone shut again and tosses it onto his bed, wipes both hands down his face.

Broken. Fuck. That’s him out for the remainder of the season, then, he’ll be devastated. At least he’s already racked up enough appearances to get a medal when United inevitably win the league, not that the prick needs another one of those.

This thing of theirs, whatever it actually is, it’s not been going on that long. Not even a full year, if you’re ignoring the few mistaken fumbles at England camps over the years and only counting from when they’d made it – not official, exactly, because again Jamie’s not entirely sure what it is they’d be making official – but as close to official as it’s likely to get.

Gary, the prick, would probably give him a smack if he said all that to him. It all comes a lot easier to him, the – the words, and the feelings. Jamie can almost hear him now, why’s everythin’ always so complicated w’you, Jamie, stop bein’ a baby and just admit I’m your boyfriend.

His ankle is probably broken. Jamie should be there.

He has a match tomorrow.

He sits on the end of his bed, hunched over with his head in his hands while he tries to sort through the mess in his head to work out what he’s meant to do. There’s a buzzing in his head that feels so loud he doesn’t notice the soft click of the door opening until there’s a dip in the mattress beside him and Stevie’s hand patting him on the shoulder.

“Y’alright, lad?” he asks gently, shifting his hand to rub firm circles on Jamie’s back. “We’re headin’ down for dinner soon, boss sent me to find you.”

“I’m fine,” he says automatically, but when he looks up he can see the disbelief in Stevie’s face. “I am, I just – if somethin’ happened to Alex, like, if she’d been hurt. Would you go home? Even if you’re meant to be startin’ tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Stevie replies, like he doesn’t even have to think about it. “’Course I would, you know that. She’s – y’know, she’s the mother of my children, in’t she? I’d drop anythin’.”

Jamie groans, puts his face back in his hands. “’s not helpful, Stevie.”

“Well, no, ‘cause you don’t ‘ave kids.” Stevie pauses for a second, frowns. “Unless you –”

“—No!” Jamie says quickly, shaking his head. “Christ, y’think I could ‘ave a secret family? Give us a break. No, it’s just – I dunno, I been seein’ someone, for a little bit now, and somethin’s happened, and – and I feel like I’m meant to go home, aren’t I? Help out? But I –”

“But you can’t miss the game tomorrow,” Stevie finishes for him, because of course he knows that, he knows him, knows how his head works. “So there’s yer answer. Carra, she won’t hold it against you. If she – I mean, does she love you? Are the two of yous, like – why’ve you not said anythin’?”

Jamie feels a twinge of guilt. “’s complicated,” he says with a sigh. “But we – I s’pose so, yeah. I s’pose you might say that we’re – that.”

Stevie, god bless the man, seems to lose any trace of annoyance or upset over being left out of the loop, and throws an arm around Jamie’s shoulder with a grin. “My boy’s in love!” he says, squeezing Jamie tight. “Too much of a prick to tell ‘is best mate, but what else is fuckin’ new? Look, Jay, I know you, don’t I? And if she knows you, then she’ll know you ‘ave to play this game. Long as she’s not dyin’, I’m sure she’ll understand waitin’ ‘til tomorrow evenin’ for you to get home.”

“Ha,” Jamie says humourlessly, still feeling guilt clawing away at his insides, “prob’ly won’t notice if I’m there or not, anyway.”

Stevie pats him on the shoulder one last time and then stands back up, nodding his head towards the door in question.

Jamie gets up too, but they’ve only taken a couple of steps towards the door when another wave of guilt crashes into him and he blurts out “Stevie –”

“I’m bloody starving, Carra, c’mon now.”

“Stevie,” he says again, clenching his fists at his sides. He can’t look at Stevie, is staring up at the ceiling instead as he says “’s not a girl. That I’ve been seein’. That’s why I couldn’t tell you.”

There’s a long pause, where it feels like the air between them is humming, and then Stevie just nods and says “okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They make it all the way out of the room and into the lift down to the dining room when Stevie’s brow furrows for a second and then he turns to Jamie, eyes wide.

“Carra,” he says grimly, “please tell me the guy you’ve been seeing that’s got hurt today’s not another footballer.”

Jamie feels himself blush. “Um,” he replies.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Jamie, what is wrong w’you?”

When Gary is wheeled back into his private hospital room, it’s to the sight of Scholesy sat in an armchair looking thoughtfully at the phone in his hands.

He blinks when he hears Gary come in, looks up with a grimace. “X-ray gone alright?”

Gary shrugs, looks away. “Broken,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. “Like they thought. Guess it’s gonna be more’n just three weeks out, then.”

Scholesy sighs, deflating slightly. “’m sorry, Gaz.”

“Is what it is. They said I can go home now, at least, so that’s somethin’. You got all my things?”

“Yeah, give us a second,” Scholesy says, turning around to rummage through the pockets of the coat that’s hanging on the back of his chair. He pulls another phone out, opens it up. “I’ll call us a cab, yeah? Want me to stay at yours tonight?”

It takes a second to compute that if the new phone is Scholesy’s, then the one he’d been staring at when Gary came in was –

“Erm. Were there any calls for me, while I was out?”

“Yeah,” Scholesy says, back to sounding sort of distant.

Please be from my mum, Gary thinks desperately, almost wanting to squeeze his eyes shut while he waits for Scholesy to elaborate.

“Um, texts from the family, of course. But just the one call.”

He hands the phone back to Gary, who opens up the call log to see exactly what he was hoping he wouldn’t.

Still, there’s a little glowy feeling in his chest at the fact he’d called.

“Ah,” he says. “Did you, er, d’you speak to him?”

“For a minute,” Scholesy says carefully. “Said he were a friend of yours.”

“Yeah,” Gary says with a relieved chuckle. His idiot boyfriend is good for something, after all. “Yeah, he’s a good friend. Good of him to check up on us.”

Except, then Scholesy adds: “Sounded Scouse.”

“Ah, yeah,” he replies, rubs a hand over his jaw. “Well, can’t hold it against him, I s’pose.”

Except, then Scholesy looks him dead in the eye and says: “Called you ‘love’.”

Fuck,

Fuck.

“Scholesy,” he says, feeling panic rise up inside him, “Scholesy, I can explain –”

“First boyfriend in how many years and it’s a bloody Scouser,” Scholesy mutters, which –

Which isn’t what Gary had thought he’d say, not even close.

“You don’t – you don’t mind that he’s – that he’s a man?”

Scholesy frowns at him like he’s lost his marbles. “Well, what else would he be?”

“I – a woman, Scholesy!” Gary screeches.

“But you’re gay?”

“You’re not meant to know that!”

Scholesy’s eyes flit up towards the ceiling. “Oh my god,” he mutters. He looks back at Gary, voice even. “You are so annoying, d’you know that? Nobody cares about the gay thing.”

“Oh,” Gary says, even though his head is screaming other people know too???

“He sounded worried, your lad on the phone.”

Gary feels himself relax a bit as it finally clicks how nice it is to be able to talk about this. “Yeah,” he says fondly, “’cause he’s bloody stupid.”

Scholesy hums thoughtfully. “What’s ‘is name?”

Ah, right. There is still that one, teeny tiny little problem.

“Um,” he says. “’s name’s Jamie.”

There’s a brief second while Scholesy’s brain works through the complicated equation of ‘Jamie + Scouser’, and Gary can tell the exact moment it computes because his eyes go wide and he says “Carragher?”

#thank u for the prompt I looooooved writing this! clearly. since it is nearly 2k words long.#carraville #drabbles

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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Hi lovely! Hope you're doing swell!

I'm coming in hot with an unsolicited Pats question for you - because I literally cannot think about anything but how BAD he has it for Preciosa - so I hope you don't mind.

I've been wondering about his other clients. What is he like with them and how does it compare to what he's like with his #favoriteclient ? Do any of them notice anything different in the way he is with them since he's started letting himself get closer to Miss Thursday? And while I'm here... Do any of them ever communicate with Shell after she sends them to his door, or is that a hard line she doesn't cross?

Hello, bby. Thank you for coming in hot. It is so very cold outside right now that I live for any kind of heat. ANY.

I recognize that you sent this ask before the great "Let's Try This" thing they've started up, but it still applies. The short answer is, it doesn't change much in the way you'd think, but so much more in other ways. And the long answer is down below.

And while I have YOU *huggle*...Shell gets her fair share of gift baskets and special perks, some mysterious VIP treatments and really grand bouquets. But once she's sent a potential client his way and they've been accepted and treated, if they ever run into her again to thank her, well. She generally just gives them a sly little half smile and tells them, "That sure sound's wonderful, hon, but I'm sure I don't have any idea what you're talking about."

Speaking of other clients...

Kiss and Tell: It's Still About You (GTTT PATS)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

As with all of my PATS installments, warnings abound for explicit content.

He can feel his eyebrows pulling together at the blue and purple blemish that’s interrupting the precious dimples in his client’s thigh. His fingers trace around it for a moment before he circles the table to her other side to the bruise he noticed on her knee a few minutes ago...and a couple near her elbow. These have more green in them, further along in healing.

Running his hands over her soft, bare belly, pushing gently to move and work the holding muscles there, he watches her face. Jaw relaxed. Eyelashes feathering over the apples of her cheeks. She’s got nice, ample breasts and he’s gentle as he works his oiled hands around them. She doesn’t flinch, just relaxes into his touch, total trust.

That’s a good sign. Still. Just to make sure he asks, “You feel safe at home?”

“Hmm?” Her mermaid blue eyes drift open in wakening confusion.

“You have some pretty heavy bruises today and I noticed a few on you last time. Just wanna check in.”

Smiling and letting her eyes drift closed, she melts herself back into the table. “Eh. I’m just a danger to myself. I bruise easily and have no idea where half of them come from half the time. I’m a walking billboard for the Klutz Lifestyle.”

“Okay…” his voice isn’t as confident as his hands, but he has to trust her.

“But thank you,” she laughs lightly, punctuating her self-condescending remarks, “Really. I promise you, Mitch questions them too. He keeps threatening to make me a suit out of bubble wrap and duct tape. I told him gray’s not my color.”

This makes him chuckle as he dips his fingers between her legs. “Looks like you’re good and ready for hour two. Wanna move on over to the bed?” Holding her hand as if she’s a princess descending a carriage, he guides her, taking note of her hazy, relaxed smile. “Sounds like you’ve got yourself a good husband.”

“Yeah. He’s playing online with his buddies tonight. Sends his love. And his thanks. He likes the things you teach me.”

“On your stomach, legs together. Gonna try something new. Show you a few ways to take care of those knees when they’re bruised.”

As she slides onto the sheets, he takes note of the bruise on her thigh so he won’t grab it accidentally when he’s in his throes, pushing gently at her skin and curves, sweeping her pink and green hair off her back, just making a final check to make sure he didn’t miss any other sore spots. He runs his hand lightly down to pat her soft ass, bringing forth the most satisfying jiggle from below and her pillow-muffled giggle from above.

Sliding a condom out of the bedside table-drawer, he prepares it and sheathes himself as he explains, “My girlfriend gets mystery bruises too. Happens when she’s in a hurry. Instead of slowing down, she just keeps moving and says ‘that’ll leave a bruise’ out loud. Says it helps stick the moment in her brain so when she finds the bruise later she’ll remember where it came from. If she slows down for a second then it’s in the forefront of her mind so she can grab something cold to ice it as soon as possible. Cuts down on the severity and the duration of the bruise. I recommend trying it.” Rolling the condom down to his base, he mounts the bed and straddles her legs, pulling her cheeks apart and exposing her more sensitive parts, blowing gently and smiling when she clenches. “After you recognize the pattern of how you’re getting hurt, you can start protecting and correcting your actions. I’m not a doctor, but I might also recommend talking to one about getting more sun and more vitamin K. Water’s your friend. I’ll mark your chart.”

She giggles low and pleasingly in her throat. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Is that new?”

“Relatively.”

“Does she know you do this?”

He lines himself up, her breath hitching a beat as he slides his tip around her opening. This one’s a talker, loves chatter in bed, but he always likes to see what can throw her off her game. “She’s very aware.”

“Mmmmm. That’s nice. She must be pretty cool. Lucky you.”

Without answering, he slides in and she gives him a silken moan. When she turns her head to the side, he can just make out her smile through her splayed hair. The client is happy. Melting. She clearly feels better than when she came in. And she’ll go home to her husband and show him these techniques and they’ll enjoy them. She’s come so far since her first session months ago. He did that. Does that. Is doing it. It makes him rock hard. He’s so fucking good at this and he knows it.

And you know it. You know it and you don’t ask him not to.

He refrains from speaking further about you. There are private lines he doesn’t cross for the good of everyone. It’s fitting for some of his more trusted clients to know he has his own attachments and that everything is open and honest; that they themselves and their sessions aren’t a cause of any possible trouble. But they don’t need to know anything about him or about you beyond that. You are his treasure, his alone. He’s going to keep your understanding and your trust like a jewel tucked in close to the chest, handle you preciously, take joy in your generosity.

He does not answer the client. Not out loud. But as he takes in her satisfaction and triumphs in his own skills, he closes his eyes and angles his chin to the ceiling, sighing a silent prayer, “You have no fucking idea.” _____

Your phone rings as you’re putting a load of laundry into the dryer.

“Hey there, loverboy. I thought you had a client tonight.”

“I do. She’s sleeping. What are you up to?”

There’s a confidence in his voice as he speaks that sparks something in your core, an easy, non-apologetic tone, a man talking to his girl with nothing to hide. It’s not exactly easy yet, knowing he is intimate with so many others, but he doesn’t speak about them with regret or shame, only the professional respect and demeanor you’ve spent so many months admiring, and that helps immensely.

It’s the first time he’s called you immediately after a session though. And you find that you like it. A lot. Just because he was servicing someone doesn’t mean he’s not thinking of you.

“Laundry. Not as fulfilling as your evening. But hey, clean sheets are always very relaxing.”

“Sounds nice. Those the floral ones?”

“Uh..” How did he…oh. That time he took care of you when you were sick. He must have seen them then. “Yeah.”

“Hmm.” He’s silent for a moment, you can tell he’s gearing up to ask you something. You’ve learned to wait, although it’s still hard to anticipate the best case scenario. “I…don’t mean to invite myself over, but would you mind if I mess them up a little this weekend?”

And you laugh. Another win for the best case scenario. “I mean, you could mess them up a lot this weekend if you wanted.”

“Yeah? There a time that works best? Or should I just pull in the welcome mat and have my neighbor watch for packages?”

And you smile, remembering that it’s only been a couple of days since your first weekend together, wandering his house in nothing but togas made of rumpled sheets, spending much of it wound up in his arms, on your back, curled up napping on the couch with the tv on, sipping coffee sitting side by side on his kitchen counter….

“I’d tell you to pack a bag, but you’re not really going to need clothes. This time you’re mine, loverboy.”

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#good things take time #pedro across the street #calls fanfiction #21

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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friday night fever??

im thinkinggg javi peña,, long time best friends and he moves back and just kind of fluff when they’re reuniting. can be platonic or there can be a confession. idgaf i just love your writing darling, kisses kisses /p. okay thank u love have a good night!!

oh my GOODNESS I love this so much and I had an obscene amount of fun writing this. Javier Peña truly lives rent-free in my mind all the time these days and this idea is just 😙👌

thanks for the submission bby hope you enjoy it ❣️

🔥friday night fever!🔥

Javier Peña has always been your best friend.

Ever since you were little, two gangly kids sprinting down dirt paths, sneaking horseback rides after sunset, stealing popsicles from the icebox before darting over to the other’s back porch and tapping on the screen door. You were joined at the hip, the closest of friends even well into your teen years. Things had changed some when you’d graduated high school, both of you leaving Laredo for one reason or another. Javier disappeared for months at a time, while you were home almost every weekend, unable to cut your ties with your old life completely, trying to hang on to something that even slightly resembled the past.

You knew what was happening in Colombia, saw the fear and concern in Chucho’s eyes whenever you walked over to the Peña ranch house, leftovers from your mother in a container, some whiskey from your dad. It haunted you, the piles of newspapers with less than friendly headlines and scarier photos printed below, the names of dead police officers and agents seared into your brain. Chucho kept every one, some of the articles mentioning Javier’s name cut out and stuffed in a file folder.

“Does it help?” you asked him one night, the two of you sharing the apple pie your mother had sent you over with, a bit of whiskey in each of your glasses.

Your parents’ ranch bordered the Peña’s, and you’d grown up at the Peña dinner table just as much as your own. After your father got sick, when you moved home to help your mother with the ranch and the house and the…everything, you felt Javi’s absence just as much as you saw it, often wandering over to the Peña’s land to help Chucho catch a runaway horse or mend a falling fence, helping both sides of the land as much as you could. Chucho often griped that you shouldn’t be working the ranches, that you went to school for bigger and better things, you shouldn’t be spending your day as a ranch hand, but you’ve brushed him off every time.

“Reading about what he’s doing,” you continued, gesturing to the stack of papers on the table. “Does it help?”

“It can’t make it any worse, chica,” he answered, tipping his whiskey glass in your direction. “To Javi.”

You lifted your own glass. “To Javi.”

It gets to the point where all you seem to do is eat, sleep, work, and worry. Your mind wanders to Javier every chance it gets, playing over the last conversations you had, the last time you saw him, the last thing you said to him.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You were trying to be coy, trying to play it off like your heart wasn’t shattering in your chest at the idea of him leaving. It wasn’t the first time Javier Peña had broken your heart, and you knew for a fact it wouldn’t be the last, but you were clinging to him all the same. Behind you, the sun dipped low in the sky, a classic Laredo sunset the backdrop for your farewell.

Javi had held you tightly, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, one palm pressed to the middle of your spine. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Fine, then I’ll miss you just the right amount.”

The words had just made the tears come harder, and your hands were fisting in back of his linen shirt, gripping him as tight as you could.

“Look out for my dad, will you?” he asked, and you nodded into his collar, pulling your head back slightly until your forehead was brushing his cheek. “Stubborn ass won’t ask for help, but he needs it.”

You’d laughed and Javi had reached up, wiping a tear from your face.

“No tears, querida. I’ll see you again before you know it.”

You’d stared at him, the nickname familiar, but the tone in his voice, the warmth and the…love not something you were used to. The words were right there, the confession hanging in the air, ripe for the taking. It would have been so easy, to tell him how you truly felt, to beg him to stay in Laredo, to stay with you.

But you’ve always been able to read Javi like an open book, and beneath the sadness of your goodbye, there was something more. He was excited, raring to go, his skills honed to perfection and his aim better than any man you’ve ever met. He needed to go to Colombia, needed to go hunt the bad guys that kept him up at night, needed to go make the world a better place.

He had to go, even if that meant leaving you.

So instead, you said nothing. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and hugged him back, hoping to god that maybe he’d understand through your touch alone, that the words didn’t need to be said. But then he was letting you go, before you were ready, your grip still too tight as he disentangled from you, a soft kiss brushed to your cheek, your hand squeezed in his once more before he was retreating, disappearing across the dirt road that separated the Peña ranch and your own. The Laredo sun lit his back as he departed, and you waited until he clambered into his truck, started the engine, and drove off, tires kicking up dust in their wake.

Just like that, he was gone.

But just as easily as he’d left, he was back again. Well, maybe not as easily. You know what he’s been through, the hell he’s seen, the danger he’s been in. But the moment Chucho got the call that his only son was coming home, you were desperate for details, wanting to know exactly when his flight got in, what day, what gate, so you could be there. For Javi.

He looks tired, when you first see him, suitcase trailing behind him and bag on his hip. There are bags under his eyes, scruff lining his chin, the line between his brows deeper. Those familiar yellow aviators — a gag gift from you when he announced his move to Colombia — are tucked into the top of his shirt, a few buttons undone and showing off that broad chest, skin turned impossibly more bronze by the further South sun.

You’re standing on the other side of the gate, bouncing on your toes, and you see it, the moment his eyes find you. His entire body softens, the crease in his forehead disappearing, bag nearly slipping off his shoulder as he closes the distance between you.

“Querida,” he breathes, both arms around you, the same as they had when you’d said your goodbyes. He smells different, his cologne foreign to your nose, but his body feels the same against yours, his warmth overpowering. He buries his nose in your hair, bringing you close to him, and you sling your arms around his waist, pulling him close as well. “God, I missed you so much.”

Your reply is muffled in his shoulder, and you’re blinking tears back, squeezing your eyes shut when he plants a kiss on your cheek, much firmer than the one he’d given you when he left. That same warmth swims through his voice, and you let him tuck you under his shoulder, grabbing hold of the handle of his suitcase.

“C’mon,” you murmur, leading him towards the exit. “Let’s get you home.”

Chucho is a mess when you arrive back at the ranch, and you deposit Javi’s bags on the porch before retreating, wiping the wet from your lashes as you slip through your own front door. Your house is quiet, your father asleep on the couch and your mother puttering around upstairs. You make your way to the sunroom on the porch, sinking onto one of the couches and peering out the window. You’re not quite sure how long you’re sat there, watching the afternoon sun slowly sink into evening. Part of you wants to head across the road, to talk Javi’s ear off well into the night, but you don’t want to intrude, wanting to give father and son to catch up.

The moon is just starting to make an appearance when there’s a soft tap at the screen door, and a familiar shadow lurks on the other side. Javier gives you a small smile as you pull open the door, two popsicles in his hand, one brow raised. It makes you laugh, the past returning to the present, and you step through, joining him on the uncovered portion of the porch. The land unfurls before you, rolling grass and pasture, fenced on either side of the dirt road.

Javi sinks down on the porch step, and you follow suit. When you sit, you leave a few inches between you, but he closes that distance almost instantly, shuffling over until you’re pressed together from hip to shoulder. He hands you one of the popsicles, and you eat them in near silence, the chirping of crickets echoing through the night.

“I gotta tell you something, querida,” he starts, his voice cutting through the quiet, nearly making you flinch as you lean forward, bracing your arms around your knees.

You’re expecting him to say something about Colombia. That he’s only home for a visit, that he’s going right back, that there’s still work to be done. “It’s okay, Javi,” you say, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say any—”

He doesn’t actually say anything, but his actions are telling just the same. In an instant, your cheeks are enveloped by his warm palms, his thumbs swiping across your skin, and he tilts your head up gently as he leans towards you. The kiss is soft, softer than you could ever have imagined, his lips plush and the tickle of his moustache much gentler than you’d think. He kisses you slowly, taking his time, exploring your bottom lip and then the top, hands never leaving your face, holding you in place as he kisses your lips. After a moment, he’s kissing the corners of your mouth, the tip of your nose, the apples of your cheeks.

Your eyes flutter shut, instantly blissed-out by the attention, the gentleness in his touch making heat swell in your chest. Every time you thought about it, his coming home, your reunion after so many years apart, so many miles burned between you, you never imagined this. Dreamt it, maybe, but never imagined it as actually happening.

“It’s you, querida,” he says, and you open your eyes, finding him staring at you with reverence, those dark chocolate eyes roving over your face, thumbs swiping along your lashes. The corner of his mouth pulls into a grin, and he leans in again, giving you a kiss that’s even softer, the dipping sun painting you both with colour. “It’s always been you.”

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winterwhisperz-blog · 11 months

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hi hi!! hope you’re doing well :]

i was wondering if you could just do some general Mhin hcs? nothing in particular i just haven’t seen much written about them and bby needs some more love

thank you and have a wonderful day/night :]

YES OMG, tysm for this ask because I love Mhin so much—definitely think they deserve more attention—WHICH I SHALL DO MY BEST TO PROVIDE (also ty I hope you have a wonderful day/night too :D)

Again, hopefully these haven’t been done before—my memory sucks and I consume a lot of media so I might accidentally repeat stuff I’ve seen 💔

ALR LES GO

Warnings: None I think

General Mhin Headcanons

Plays the piano- OKAY HEAR ME OUT-

Imagine Mhin playing the piano, maybe because music helps them express their emotions better-maybe I’m just projecting but Mhin seems to have a harder time expressing how they feel through words(twins??) so they turn to music.

And maybe they also play music because it calms them down, and helps them stay grounded. Also it just paints such a pretty picture and I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH

LIKE IMAGINE THEM PLAYING FOR U

Okay I’ll move on because I’ll probably become feral if I think about this too much

Ahem ahem

Had two pet cats—named Nyxia (meaning night sky EEEEEE) and Estella (star- or divine strength)

Like maybe they’ve always fed strays, and one time they even adopted two that followed them home.

One, probably Estella, was white and fluffy—and Nyxia was all black and silky.

Mhin is a cat parent, and now all cats flock to them

NOW SPEAKING OF STARS

Mhin LOVES STARS—and is interested in astrology

Before they became a hunter or before everything went downhill for them, it would’ve been rlly cute if Mhin was studying astrology and was RLLY getting into it

Like they’re such a nerd for the night sky and space and constellations and it’s SO CUTE because they’ll talk about this stuff for HOURS if people would let ‘em

I would let them 😇

Alr Alr Alr next one—

Unlike fellow Touchstarved LI—Mhin can cook.

Like they don’t usually have time to cook something extravagant—but when they do—Omg their meals are TOP TIER

They know how to spice things JUST right, and make the best desserts (though be careful—these are packed with sugar and sometimes are overly sweet)

They also cook special animal-safe food for the cats. Cute lil fish treats.

AWWWWWWWW

Okie this one is inspired by the Love Quiz thing and Mhin’s results.

Loves Spooky stories and exploring said spooky places—they have a weird love for the genre and ghost hunting too

They also come up with the best spooky stories and they tell them with the most deadpan expressions so no one ever knows if they’re true or not 💀

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO

Definitely the type of person that would randomly hand you a pretty rock that reminded them of you. (Without saying it did- you just get a random rock and look at them like “Thanks? 😳” ) you return the favor by handing them random mushrooms and snails

They do this for anyone they like. Kuras has a nice little collection of rocks in a secret drawer

Though they love cats and cats love them— BIRDS, are another story

Birds and Mhin don’t get along (A slight hint at their monster form but also because CROWS KEEP STEALING THEIR PRETTY ROCKS)

Perfect person to explore with, THEY LOVE EXPLORING. And since they can slide into the shadows and waltz around without being detected most of the time—they know a LOT of places, and definitely more secret exits and entrances(they’ll show you them at some point)

EEEEEEEEEEE

ALR, WE ARE DONE

Tysm again for the ask !! Mhin is just— GAHHHHHH

I think they’re my second favorite LI, RLLY EXCITED FOR THEIR ROUTE OMG

They are just such a nerd but can also kick ur butt and I just think that’s cool.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed those! And have a wonderful day, listen to a playlist full of your favorite songs, do things that make you happy, and get a bunch of fun compliments! (When the Sun’s missing from the sky, flowers turn to you instead !! 🫶 hehe, there I helped with that one- OKAY BYE NOW LOVE U)

#touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved mhin #ask response #thanks for the ask!#answered asks #virtual novel #mhin

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unusual-raccoon · 1 year

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okay then i will spam you <3 <3 just thinking about what you said about jace gaslighting lucerys when he starts suspecting jace is his stalker! with the ask i sent you about social media and them, i just feel like Jace would have a private random account that he uses just to follow lucerys and send him the most deranged messages ever. like, he picks lucerys from school one day and sees him flirting with that arryn boy from his bio class. that night, the random anon sends lucerys a lengthy message describing very explicitly and with detail all the ways he could kill the arryn boy and how lucerys was wearing the sweater he sent as a gift so that means lucerys is his and he should know better. lucerys cannot block him because the anon has already told him that he will post all lucerys' private pictures if he tries (jace would never share such pictures anywhere, with anyone, because he doesn't want to cause his baby so much distress and he doesn't want to share lucerys either, but lucerys doesn't know this ofc ;) ).

Oh. OH. Unhinged stalker Jace 🫣. God, he’d be so deranged. Like sending the most long-winded, possessive rants about Luke being his fucking property. And then ten he’d switch apps and text Luke that he forgot his lunch at home💖.

I cannot even imagine how stressed Luke would be though, poor thing. Bet you the only thing keeping him from having a whole breakdown is being able to spend time with Jace 👀.

Also sorry if the social media angle wasn’t what you hoped, I was trying to keep it generic! But yeah, stalker!Jace would have an account to (lovingly) harass Luke. Also, yeah those nudes are fucking hard earned (and ofc they’re of his bby he’d rather die than let anyone else see them)

Maybe the minute Luke starts to connect the dots his stalker sends him a photo of Jace, like sleeping or just something candid. However it’s proof that his stalker has access to the people (the person™️) that he cares about more than anything.

Cue Luke being extra paranoid and SO attached. He’d bust right through their adjoining bathroom and ask Jace is he can spend the night. Threatening someone he cares about brings out another side of Luke (I’m looking at you Aemond 😌).

The gifts might eventually become more sexual - like yes the previous gifts were possessive and suggestive, and yes he’s sent compromising, reputation-shattering images of himself, but sex toys are another ball game for him.

Remote. control. vibrator 🫣 - it’s really his pièce de résistance, at least Jace happens to think so.

Luke would rather eat glass than put that thing anywhere near him, but his stalker sends a message and another photo of Jace. So, Luke agrees to do what his stalker wants.

Jace edging himself all day while Luke is at school and playing with the vibrator’s setting via an app on his phone. Cranking up the speed and slowing it down in long intervals. Dragging the dial to the max for brief 3 second pulses and Luke is utterly sobbing in the bathroom, resigned to failing his bio test because there’s NO way he can go back to class

He’d take his sleeping meds after scrubbing himself raw in the shower, crawling into bed with Jace, and knocking out - rinse and repeat.

#answered asks #jaceluke #jaceluke agenda #jacaerys velaryon #dark jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #my mutuals #greeksorceress 💕

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luvfae · 2 years

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Heyyyy lovely, I have something for your prompts!

25. friends with benefits but they catch feelings

29. Drunk love confession

Eddie x y/n - she is Dustin’s sister and they’ve secretly been seeing each other and they’re at a party with robin/Steve etc and y/n gets upset to see Eddie with someone else and ends up with both confessing loveeee and all fluffyyyy 😩❤️

Hope that’s ok, add or change bits to make it better I’m no writer!

❤️❤️

INTOXICATED

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f henderson reader

warnings: swearing, tears, alcohol use, mention of drugs

note: since i already did 25 i’ll just do 29! hope that’s okay bby <3

29: drunk love confession

Eddie was your brothers friends and he was strictly off limits. Dustin had told you that months ago. But you never did have good listening skills. How could you when every time Eddie saw you he gave you those eyes?

You weren’t dating, in fact you had never even kissed. It was simply just flirting when Dustin wasn’t around. Holding hands in secret while the three of you watched a movie. Eddie giving you a goodbye hug without Dustin knowing before he left your house every single time. Sneaking him into your bedroom at ungodly hours of the night to smoke weed and cuddle.

But even though your feelings for each other weren’t out in the open you had always just assumed that you only had eyes for each other. Maybe you had gotten things mixed up because right now you were miserable and drunk at a party watching Eddie flirt with another girl.

Liquid confidence gave you the courage to finally stalk over to him after watching him and this girl you had never seen before for ten minutes.

��You are the biggest jerk I know,” you slurred, asserting yourself into the conversation. You turned to the girl. “Let me guess, he told you that you’re his soulmate? That God handcrafted you just for him?” You asked, repeating the words he had said to you almost a hundred times over.

The girl cleared her throat. “Uh… I think I should go,” she said before turning on her heel and walking off.

You glared up at Eddie and he stared down at you, confusion and concern in his eyes. “Are you drunk?” He asked.

“Why does that m-matter?” You replied, stumbling over your words slightly. “What matters is you cheating on me with that girl!”

“Cheating on you? Y/N, we aren’t together,” Eddie said.

Your bottom lip wobbled at his words. “You don’t want to be with me?” You asked, tears pricking your eyes.

“I never said that,” he sighed, taking your hands.

“Well I want to be with you,” you hiccuped. “I don’t care about what Dustin thinks! We’re the adults, not him,” you said, tears slipping down your cheeks. Eddie made quick work to wipe them from your face. “I love you, Eddie and I don’t want you flirting with other girls!”

“You love me?” He asked, a smile making its way to his face.

“Yes, I love you,” you said, your mouth moving faster than your brain, you hadn’t even registered what you had said to him yet. “You make me feel like the only girl in the world… but then you go and flirt with her! Why are you playing with my feelings?”

“Y/N, that girl is Gareth’s girlfriend,” Eddie said, his hands resting against your soft cheeks. “I’m not playing with your feelings, fuck, I love you too!” He exclaimed.

Your eyes softened, a smile making its way to your face. “You really mean that?” You asked.

“Of course I do,” Eddie said.

“Please be my boyfriend, Eddie,” you said, fingers gripping the collar of his shirt. Eddie laughed at you and your eyebrows knitted together. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“You’re adorable,” he said. You giggled, stumbling a little, Eddie was quick to stabilise you. “And drunk. Why don’t I take you home and we talk about this in the morning? And that way I can be the one to ask you out, yeah?”

“Okay,” you smiled, taking his hand. “Future boyfriend.”

Eddie grinned down at you before pushing his lips against yours.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n

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v-sansings · 9 months

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More asks :3

🌷, 🍎, 🍇, 🌈, Maybe with S1 ENA this time!

OKAY OKAY!!! Yay! I can do that!

🌷: Ehm…well, not *too* different. She’s just a little spacier in her happy form I guess. And more curious. Her sad side is pretty much the same, only there are times where she’s not as intense with it, but she’s just a blubbering mess. Poor bby…

But nah; I try to have a balance between both sides and to let V give love to both of them. They’re both very cuddly when sad, so if you see them under a blanket and huddled up together watching something; that’s your cue to leave the room and leave them alone.

🍎: Well, she’s definitely a girly girl when it comes to fashion…..anything else mmmmm…nah. She doesn’t really shave her legs lest she has to and her mother is disappointed in her ‘lack of manners’.

•She tends to collect really small and aurally pleasing things like can tops, small shiny rocks, acorn caps, and bouncy balls.

•Once she arrives in ENA’s world, her inner workings as a transitioning human to code being….is kinda advanced for the program that makes up Ena’s home. So, she tends to buffer, stutter, and glitch when overwhelmed.

•Hopeless romantic to the core. And loves anything artsy fartsy. It’s one of the few things she thrives in.

•She’s a very cuddly girlfriend; physical touch is her love language. She lives for hugs and cuddles, gentle kisses, and subconsciously reaching for someone’s hand.

•DO NOT try to touch her hair unless you wish for death: only people she trusts can touch it or play with it.

🍇: Shooshi Mooshi’s reaction to ENA’s three eps and the remix. I ended up researching it for myself because it was obvious he skipped some parts; I watched it and ended up researching the fandom and found HotLegs101_art, Colexicanadraws, Zeravera, and Bashzzey. And I fell in love with the little lemonberry lady. And then I found DBBQ and the stories started up(I added the titles later).

🌈: Yes I do! I may be bi IRL, but I’m letting out my lesbian side with ENAverse V. Both versions are gay as FU—

And ENA…I haven’t really thought about it, but she’s either gay, bi, or pan. I’m not really sure. But either way; she’s a woman lover. A woman kisser, if you will😇

Hope this answers your questions!

#ena joel g #lemonberry lady #enasona #the truest wish #vena

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kuroosdarling · 2 years

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Happy sleepover saturday Aims! What are some of your fave fics that your moots have written and why?? I need some recs lol

ooo !!! happy sleepover saturday nonnie <33 EEE im so excited for this hehe

sorry this took so long !! here are a few of my fave fics by some of my moots <33 all of my moots are seriously so talented 🤧 if i could fit every single one on here i could !!! love all of you sm <3

RECS:

please respect the rules of their blogs before reading and interacting with their fics <333

first convention by @sweetkoshi - akaashi x reader

this one is so much fun to read lol. kat's characterization for akaashi is spot on and i love the idea of him wandering around a convention. also all the descriptions in this fic are so good it feels like you're really there walking around the con hehe she’s an amazing writer! also PLEASE check out her nanami fics.. lowkey debated tagging them all but omg they’re all so good.

you'll never be rid of me by @myheroesaretired - ex! gojo x reader.

PLS okay so this one had my heart racing lowkey lol. i just love the idea of ex!gojo coming to save the day. i'll eat it up every time especially if dear nesi is writing it!! all her fics feel like a lil movie playing in my head. i literally go through her masterlist all the time bc i love the way she writes !’

we’re gonna be the talk of the town by @mattsunkawa - suna x reader: royalAU

okay so !! echo is a fantastic writer and her royal AUs are always so amazing. the descriptions in this piece are all so beautiful. honestly all of her writing is!! everything she writes will easily captivate your attention and have you wanting more. you’ll never be disappointed reading echos fics and she’ll have you falling in love with anyone she writes for (even when it’s her beautiful angsty ones).

vows - kuroo x reader by @hyeque

SCREAMS. okay so risu always writes so so well!! i love reading anything she writes, she's amazing fr. but this one left especially such a lasting impression on me lol. its so raw and beautiful and i just love rereading it hehe. marrying tetsu is literally the dream <3 and the way risu writes him ??! even better !!! please check out all her fics, you’ll fall in love with each one.

okay, bambi by @jeankirsteinsgirl - jean x reader

holy. moly. this story has me in a chokehold fr. aims writes so beautifully and i hang on to every word she writes. im in awe of how well she captures each and every scene. i connect to this story so so much. i’ve never felt so heard and understood in my life lol. seriously my favorite series ever. i’ve reread it like 5 times and i’ll still go back and read it. it’s such a place of comfort and feels so safe even though it deals with darker content. like it literally changed my life lol. i can literally go on and on forever but i highly suggest this series, even if you aren’t in the aot fandom.

ferris wheel first kiss by @writingbymoonlight - kuroo x reader

EEEE okay so i literally adore this fic with my whole heart LOL. it's just so so precious. going on a date with kuroo at the amusement park?? yup sign me up!! such a lovely fluffy lil fic that makes you feel all warm<3 luna is the queen when it comes to slice of life !! she’s such a spectacular writer! also check out her suna fic omg !! i almost tagged that one but i had to go with our bby kuroo <3

daydream in blue by @ohtokki - semi x reader

eee !! this one is so fun and amazing lol making semi semi feel pretty?? SIGN ME UP. laura really has a way with words and captures every moment so well!! i honestly have reread this a few times just because of how much i love it. & all the details that go into it OMGGG <3 everything she writes will have you simping for character you didn’t know you needed to be simping for !!

daydreaming by @epkatn - hinata x reader

i looove this fic sm !! everything K writes has such a nice flow and the level of detail that goes into it is so so beautiful. this fic especially was so cute n fun to read. i’ve def reread this one a few times hehe all of her works are so spectacular and she really is an amazing writer <3

flicker by @kurootosis - kuroo x reader

okay so to this day, this fic is one of my fave kuroo fics ever lol. the way lem writes, especially kuroo, feels so real and authentic. this fic had me at the edge of my seat the whole time i was reading it. so many emotions and the pay off was so worth it OMG. i’ve reread this one a few times and im gonna go back to reread it again (also bc i don’t think i reblogged it from her new blog </3)

when you get jealous by @meloomi - sakusa x reader

okay!! so this fic had me falling in love with omi lol. the way that mizu writes her man is SO SO GOOD. you can feel the love she has for him pour into every word fr. this fic was just so cute and i loved rereading it hehe mizu is very talented and i always get excited when she posts!

blanket burrito by @cup-of-fluff - bokuto x reader

please !! this fic had me fall in love with bokuto all over again pls. i literally love him and when i first read this i had to wrap myself up in a blanket too. (was bummed that bokuto himself didn’t do it for me but whateves </3) hehe luna is so so talented and i love reading her works !!!

morning glory by @lunaevangeline - atsumu x reader

aaa this one was literally so fun and cute to read. domestic atsumu >>> !!! luna has sm amazing fics it was hard to pick just one but tbh i think this one was one of the first i’ve read from her so it feels fitting hehe. she is such a wonderful writer!!!

i hope it’s okay i tagged you guys <3 i love reading all your works!! i love all my dear moots and if i didn’t get a chance to put you on this post, i’m sending you extra smooches because you are all so talented and i cherish y’all sm <33

come to the sleepover!!

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ran-orimoto · 1 year

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Choose 3 jobs you would have given each Frontier memb instead of the canonical ones I don’t like.

For each of them? 3? This is kinda hard, let’s see what I can do🤣. Should I add Izumi too, though? Izumi has got no canonical aim besides her modelling part time job. In my headcanons she ends up becoming a chef bahaha XD.

• Takuya: The F1 driver, possibly in Ferrari, because it’s flaming🔥🔥🔥. This has got no sense but Takuya gives me the vibes of a F1 pilot. He has got enough fire and steam in his heart to pull it off. Next, crazy I know, is an airforce military (because of the Moon episode. Dying) and…I can’t pick another one, help! 🤣 This is happening because I like Takuya as a football player, so I’ll stop at the second one. Fail👏! No, but really. I like him in that field. I want him to show the world the most eccentric hairstyles. Ok, listen, Kouji cutting his hair; Takuya growing it out. Third…………Could he be a fire fighter ? Another dumb idea because he has got no patience. He wouldn’t wait forkitty to get down a tree.

• Izumi: Ok, so, the chef has already been said and it’s one. The second one is the lawyer, because she’s extremely diplomatic and has got oratory skills; maybe she could be specialized in international law? The third one is the languages teacher, but I’m not sure if she would like other languages besides italian. I can just embrace the idea thanks to the drama, in which she teaches italian to Takuya but I know it doesn’t really mean anything. She has lived in Italy since she was a little girl , so ,of course, she can be helpful with it. It doesn’t really mean she would enjoy other languages she doesn’t know. If she stuck with teaching italian, I don’t really know in what kind of school she would do that. Honestly, who would teach italian in Japan nowadays? Teachers from cram schools, perhaps? Who knows if Junpei actually studies italian in a cram school because his pronunciation is pretty good ahaha.

• Junpei: The architect engineer obviously comes to my mind immediately. Let my boy use as many blueprints as he wants🤣! Still, I prefer him as a train driver, ngl about this. Besides the fact a bio says he collects model trains (adorable ), he interacts with Trailmons a lot in the series and I can’t care less about Takuya winning the race in that episode. Junpei or Izumi were supposed to win that! They were the ones immediately taking the reins of the situation and riding the Trailmons. The third one is the kindergarten teacher, which makes me awe but also laugh. Big man taking care of bbies who are so small compared with him. I can’t, okay. I can’t. I think a good compendium of what he has shown throughout the series could be represented by that job: him knowing magical tricks, him having entertaining skills, him being able to lift the mood (THINK ABOUT THE LIBRARY SCENE OMG), him playing with the baby digimons at the KINDERGARTEN, him bonding with the bby Kokuwamon, him lifting the Motemon up and down, him (and Izumi) being the first ones proposing to take care of the egg bbies. And let’s not forget about his relationship with Tomoki, which shows he would also be a great elementary teacher …? THESE ARE FOUR, ZURA GAHHH. But I love Junpei in teaching and bless God most opera singers eventually land in that field when they’re older.

And Junpei could also be a carpenter or an act- TIME OUTTTTTTTT.

Can I stop here because I have no clue about the remaining ones and because you would tell I don’t care that much about them 🤣. I mean, I like Tomoki, but not as much as Junpei, Izumi and Takuya? He’s a bby but his story doesn’t make me that intrigued. But whatever…

• Tomoki: He’s too similar to Izumi when it comes to me depicting him as both a cook or a lawyer. The politician is perfection for him, but let’s also add the social worker, because he could deal with problematic kids and families? And he could also be a model for children in that way, but on a less popular scale, of course.

• Kouji and Kouichi. God Lord, I can’t really think about anything. I’m doomed. I love Kouichi as a doctor and I can’t see any other job fitting him. Instead, Kouji could be a florist too and that’s it *shrugs*. I just believe he could be a florist while being a backpack traveller, at the beginning of the carreer at least. Where would he find money ??? Kouji????

Yes Anon, I wasn’t the right person to send this ask to💕💕💕, but thank you for the ask. I’ve tried.

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theplaguewriter · 1 year

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Pspspspsps Parent, can you please do Tama-bby for the NSFW alphabet whenever you get the inspo? I'm lub yoo~ 🥺👉👈

-- 🐇💙

Hello my little Plagueling, finally I got around to doing this request! I was worried it was a little too...clinical...at first, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Stay safe and hydrated. Lob yoo too <3 -Yersinia

Tamaki Amajiki (MHA) NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare(what they’re like after the act)

Tamaki is very sweet. He will need a moment or two to catch his own breath and get down from his high, but after that his whole focus will be you. He’ll immediately ask if you’re feeling okay, if you’re sore and if you need anything. Water and a damp cloth are not optional, he will bring you both. I can see him as the type to gently clean you up while you’re sipping on your water. Cuddles are an absolute must as well, as soon as you are both cleaned up and hydrated, he will pull you into his arms. The position frequently changes, sometimes he’s the one holding you, other times you hold him. He doesn’t really mind either way, all that matters is that you two stay close for a good while after having sex.

B = Body part (favourite body part of their own or their lovers)

He is absolutely a thigh person. The way your skin feels and how soft they are, it just sparks something within him. If you let him, he will litter them with kisses, hickeys and bite marks. He uses them frequently as pillows too, it doesn’t matter if you consider your thighs to be on the thinner side or anything, for Tamaki there is no place more comfy to rest, or bury, his head. When it comes to himself he is quite insecure. He knows the hero training has toned him quite well, he’s not a muscle monster like All Might, but he’s quite toned and they’re defined. Tamaki’s also aware that he’s not really ugly, though he wouldn’t call himself handsome. However, he is quite proud of his hands. If he had to pick a feature. He has big hands, and due to his training they’re strong too. He likes the way they look while squeezing your thighs too, so it’s a win-win situation for him.

C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)

When it comes to quantity it’s an average amount, which has the upsides of there not being a huge mess to clean up but it’s enough to get a nice creampie shot. It’s a little more on the bitter side, due to his diverse diet. Off white, slightly translucent.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)

He’s thought a lot about using his quirk on you. In various ways too, and the longer you two date and have sex, the more he thinks about ways he can, or could, use it on you. There is the obvious choice of tentacles, he can hold you down, play with your nipples and penetrate you with them, all at once. It’s his most frequent fantasy, and the one he’s most likely to bring up, albeit with a lot of effort and several attempts needed.

Then there are also other things like several light “poisons”, which might make the experience more trippy, he isn’t quite sure about it though. He knows some plants and fish have poisons that can serve as aphrodisiacs, but the risk is often too high, so he keeps this one to himself.

E = Experience (do they know what they are doing?)

None whatsoever, you are his first. He wasn’t really focused on romance in the first place and he’s been too shy and nervous to engage in anything in his teenage years. So there’s a lot of learning involved with Tamaki, which can make the first couple times a little awkward. He gets worried about doing things wrong, or not making you feel good. However, with a lot of reassurance, guidance and communication you two will learn and grow together until the shyness melts away.

F = Favourite position (may include a visual)

He does like the intimacy of missionary, since he does get to hold your hands and kiss you, or your neck, as much as he likes. He’ll put a pillow under your hips too, so you can feel him as deeply as possible.

He loves fucking you from behind while you two are laying on your sides. It gives him access to your neck and nipples, he can kiss you and he get a nice and deep angle in which he can watch your beautiful faces with each one of his thrusts. That is his favourite position overall.

G = Goofy (are they joking around or more serious in the moment?)

He’s more on the serious side, especially at first. Tamaki feels like he needs to really focus on what he’s doing, and doesn’t want to spoil the mood in any way or form. His attitude will lighten up over time, just like his shyness when it comes to this, he just needs patience and then he will be able to chuckle at little mishaps too.

Having sex is incredibly intimate to Tamaki, it’s a different kind of vulnerability. That’s why he will never be a full on goofball during sex, he does want to convey how much he loves and trusts you with this. So please keep that in mind too, even if you are someone who likes to crack jokes, he can only handle so much before closing up entirely.

H = Hair (does the carpet match the drapes?)

It does, his pubes are the same shade of indigo as the hair on his head. And any other body hair for that matter. Before getting into a relationship he just let it be as it is. Afterwards he honestly just follows your preference, because he doesn’t really care. If you prefer him shaven, he’ll shave, if you don’t mind some hair, he’ll trim or keep it. It’s not as coarse as pubes usually are, they’re quite soft actually. On you, he follows the same principle, whichever floats your boat he goes with. He’s unbothered by any hair, and would never make any comments about it.

I = Intimacy (in the moment, romantic or rough and dirty) As mentioned, to Tamaki the act in itself is very intimate. He likes gentle touches, looking into each other's eyes and sweet, loving kisses. When you two are being intimate, his mind is 110% on you, nothing else really matters. He wants you to feel how much he loves you through all the touches, kisses, nibbles and bites. Usually it’s very sweet and romantic, Tamaki doesn’t play rough. Often. He does have his moments where he will go feral. For example when you two haven’t seen each other in a while. He’ll be a completely different person, almost animalistic. His kisses will bruise your lips and you’ll have deep purple marks for almost two weeks after and certain holes will be very sore. He will devour you, and you’ll enjoy it just as much.

J = Jack off (self explanatory) He was awkward about it in his younger years, when the urge first came up. Over time he got used to his own body and his own desires. Tamaki usually takes care of himself pretty quickly, it’s not that he’s embarrassed by himself per se, but more so the thought about why he finds himself horny. He likes to do it in the shower, as it gets rid of any mess immediately. His go to fap material is usually you, either in imagined scenarios or he thinks about a time where he came particularly hard. It works like a charm to get him off.

K = Kink ( also self explanatory) Tamaki is more of a softer kink person. These include, but are not limited to:

Light restraining: he likes to hold your hands, but in an actual hand holding way, while he’s thrusting into you. It’s both the thought of control and the intimacy of it that is appealing to him.

Marking: seeing hickeys on your neck, chest and thighs gets him all flustered, but it also reminds him of the feelings and sensations. It makes him feel proud that he was the one to make you feel good. It also has the element of marking his territory, others will know that he’s satisfying you not only emotionally but physically as well.

Tentacles: A little on the nose, and more on the kinkier side, especially for him. He just likes the image of you writhing in pleasure while he covers all the bases.

Praise: on himself as well as on his partner, it’s a sure way of getting him to go faster and encouraging him. Whisper in his ear how good his cock feels inside of you, and watch him stutter in his movements.

Multiple orgasms: It feeds into his pride. He is very insecure and knowing/seeing that he is able to make you cum over and over again just does a lot to him. He doesn’t mind it so much if his happy end has to wait, he’s just very much into seeing you go over the edge again and again. It’s a double win: Tamaki gets to see you in ecstasy and he is the reason for it.

Begging: from his side. It’s not that he needs it, the pleas to cum and to be touched just spill out of his mouth.

L = Location (where are they comfortable with doing it) He prefers it to be at home, the thought of others seeing him or you naked and fucking makes him incredibly uneasy. He’s socially awkward and anxious, so he will never be down for anything public. Semi-public is off the table for actual sex as well, but he may be tempted for some making out and petting, if there’s only a very slim chance of anyone walking in. At your home, however, he is a lot more open. It doesn’t have to be just the bed. The couch is great too, or bending you over the kitchen counter, maybe a nice round of shower sex, Tamaki won’t mind. He’d just like for the aftermath to happen on either the couch or the bed, since he loves to cuddle afterwards.

M = Motivation (what gets them going?) When you two make out and your hands start to caress his chest or his neck, he can feel himself getting hard rather quickly. Seduce him, in the most cliché and romantic way. The knowledge that you want him as much as he wants you is one of his prime motivations. Of course he doesn’t say no to seeing you in some pretty lingerie, or a rather short pair of shorts/a shorter skirt. He will not be able to tear his eyes away from your thighs, and it reminds him of the sessions you’ve had before. Tell him straight up that you want him to fuck you, and he will be as red as a tomato and hard as a rock.

N = No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do) He will absolutely not hurt you or degrade you. Having low self esteem himself, he couldn’t bring himself to be actually mean to you. It just doesn’t sit right with him. If it’s one of your kinks, he will try but the most he can manage without the mood being ruined for him is calling you his little slut and even that took some time getting used to. Same goes for hurting you, he can give you a couple spanks, he’ll leave some hickeys and bite marks but he would not draw blood or hit you until you literally can’t sit. He hates seeing you hurt and imagining him being the one to do it, turns him off very quickly.

O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are) It goes with his lack of experience that he will need some coaching the first couple times. However, Tamaki has some innate skills with his mouth and will really quickly find out what gets you going and what is rather meh to you. Tell him, grab his hair and pull or push his head in the right spot, he will map it out in his head and know what to do the following time. Tamaki will be an expert at making you cum within minutes with his tongue in no time. On the other hand, giving him oral is his weakness. He will cum quite fast, especially if he is watching you do it. It’s something about the way your face looks when your mouth is stuffed with his cock that is so incredibly erotic to him. He loves it though, giving and receiving, it’s something he really wants to do basically every time you two have sex. He could, and will, spend an hour or so between your legs if you let him.

P = Pace (how fast are they going and how long do they last?) He’s neither super fast nor super slow, it’s somewhere in the middle. He likes to see his cock sliding in and out of you, so being too fast isn’t ideal but being too slow makes him too needy. He paces himself, so to speak, because he wants you to feel amazing and you feel so good around him, that he also wants the sensation to last. He will speed up though when he gets closer to cumming, he just loses whatever self-control he has and just pounds into you. An exception would be if he hasn’t seen you in a longer while, in that case he will start rather fast and keep that up. He needs to feel you tighten around him, and he just can’t hold back. How long he can last really depends. He has days where he can last about 20 minutes and others where he will thrust into you for a good hour or so, there’s also no real rhyme or reason for it. So every time is a surprise in that department. (More information under S)

Q = Quickie (do they go for the quick fuck or prefer long sessions?) He prefers longer sessions, they feel more intimate to him. He gets to take his time, making out and kissing, almost worshiping your body, before he gets to his main course. It also feels less “stressful” to him, quickies make him feel like he has a certain time limit to both arouse you and make you cum, which in turn can trigger his anxiety about failing “to perform”.

R = Risk (do they like to try new things?) Technically he is down to try most things at least once. It’s a matter of how you bring them up to him. If it’s something that is commonly more vanilla associated you can bring it up while you two make out. For example, asking him to use his tentacles to hold your hands above your head. He will be absolutely flustered, but he’s well acquainted with his quirk and your body, so he knows how hard he can grab your wrists etc. He doesn’t have to worry much, hence it’s easier to try it. Things that are less vanilla should be brought up before any hot and heavy moments. If there is the possibility of doing something wrong and it being an unpleasant situation then, he will need time to mentally prepare. Let’s say you want him to call you some specific names, he will have to practice it in his head for some time before he can stutter it out in a scene. He will still refuse anything that is considered actually harming you, he just cannot.

S = Stamina (how many times can they go and how long is each round?) Due to his hero training, Tamaki has impressive stamina. As mentioned in Pace, if he has a strong day, he will thrust into you for a good hour before cumming. And on days where he cums quicker, he will simply eat you out or use his quirk or a toy on you until either you cum or he is ready to go another round. So each session, let’s call them that, is made up of foreplay, 2 - 3 rounds and then aftercare. An entire session like this can take up to four hours, also depending on how long the foreplay and/or the aftercare are. Sometimes you have to switch over and suck him off because you simply can’t handle his stamina. He gets quite flustered about that.

T = Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers?) Surprisingly, I don’t see him having a big issue with them. It’s a nice way of making you feel good in case he came way before you and he doesn’t have tentacles on hand. He’s really down for a variety too, from dildos and vibrators to buttplugs, if you tell him you enjoy it, he will be down to try it. On himself he is a little more shy, some toys look unpleasant to him and what they’re used for makes it worse. (Not one for sounding for example.) With Tamaki it’s show not tell, he will try a dildo or a vibrator, maybe even a cockring and find he enjoys it more than the description promised. After the initial awkwardness of him being exposed in that way, he will be more open to you using them on him as well. Sometimes even begging you to.

U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves?) While he would love to tease you, it’s usually you who teases him. It’s just so easy given how fast he is flustered and how prone he is to beg for you/your touches. He would be laying there, you’re gently stroking over his cock but not stroking it and he feels himself getting more and more needy until he just pleads you. "Please, please touch me more, I need it.” When he is teasing you, it’s more in a way of rubbing his cock against your nice, wet and prepared hole while giving you a slight smile. It feels so good, why shouldn’t the both of you enjoy this too before he slides into you. He doesn’t realize how this is teasing too until you beg him to just finally fuck you.

V = Volume (are they loud and what sounds and do they talk?) Not a talker, but loud. He can’t hold anything back at all. Tamaki will moan and whimper, with every stroke and every thrust he just lets the sounds escape. He tries to call out your name, to praise you, but most of the time it’s incoherent and unintelligible, especially when he is close to cumming. He is quite embarrassed by it, but he can’t help it. You feel too good stretched out on his cock, your cum and his mixing between you guys’ thighs. He sometimes bites his lip, but that only results in his moans becoming whimpers. You will always know how much he enjoys it.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon) He would wear lingerie for you, no matter the kind. If it is something you want to see him in, he will put it on. Tamaki will be embarrased depending on what you put him in, but seeing the arousal flash in your eyes and between your legs, is so worth it. If it’s something you semi-regularly want him to wear, he will even get more bold. Showing off how his dick looks in it, or his ass. It’s a confidence boost that you get flustered for once.

X = X-ray (what’s going on in their pants?) Above average, so around 6 ½ inches (16.5cm). The shaft is about the same shade as his skin, while his tip is in a very pretty pink, almost the same shade as when he blushes.

Y = Yearning (how high or low is their drive?) His drive used to be very low, he’d masturbate about like twice a month. That has changed since knowing you. Going out from himself, Tamaki will get horny for you like twice a week and if you’ve been together longer he will even have the courage to be the one who initiates. If your drive is higher, however, he is not opposed to being seduced, or given very obvious hints, and fucking you more frequently. I don’t see him as a sex everyday type though. I think he’d like a break for a day before getting it on again.

Z = Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quick) Again his hero training has given this man some impressive stamina and while the sessions can last very long, Tamaki rarely falls asleep after. As a hero he can’t go napping every time he beats a bad guy, and the same sort of applies here too. He will hold you though, if you want to sleep and if you do he will busy himself by reading a little or quietly watching something on his phone. If both of you don’t want to sleep after, he will happily talk to you about anything, or make out some more in the post-sex bliss.

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