#ohhh i’m hooked now
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paint. smut ahead. chris sturniolo x reader.
warnings: sloppy head, facial, cum eating
“hey baby?” you spoke to your boyfriend chris while you were both scrolling mindlessly on your phones.
chris put his phone down to give his attention to you, “what is it?” he asked you.
“i kinda wanna try something…” you trailed off.
“is it that food recipe i showed you, cause we don’t have the stuff but i can go pick it up at the store–”
“no, no. it’s not that.” despite being with him for so long, you found yourself getting shy at your words.
“what is it that you wanna try?” he reached his arm over to your thigh, caressing it slowly.
“i kinda want you to give me a facial.” you smiled sheepishly. you sounded like a little teenager.
chris’ eyes widened, not expecting that sort of request from you.
“oh. oh, well uh, yeah we can definitely do that.” he made a half-assed attempt to cover his excitement.
“come over here and kiss me, then.” you smiled, innocence in your voice as though you didn’t just ask him to paint your face with his seed.
chris didn’t bother to take his time with you as he normally would, immediately colliding with you, licking into your mouth desperately. a small whine escaped your throat.
“knees on the floor, baby.” he commanded, sending a shiver down your spine as his low-voiced demands always did.
you keenly followed his orders, pressing your knees into the soft carpet of his bedroom.
you nuzzled your face into his pants, feeling his half-hard dick underneath his clothes. chris shuddered a loaded sigh, hips pushing into your head.
“have i ever mentioned how i love you kneeling for me?” he smirked down at you.
“maybe once or twice,” you smirked back, hooking your fingers into his waistband and tugging. it was always such a pleasure to see his boxers stretching around his dick. it was a reminder of the power you had over him, and you were sure the damp patch on your panties did the same for him, though the sight of it was restricted right now.
chris only watched as your pulled his now fully hard cock out of his underwear, admiring its length and thickness.
not wanting to waste anymore time, you stuck out your tongue and licked all the way from base to tip, and he hissed.
“fuckkkkk,” chris moaned above you. you felt him grab a fistful of hair, “so good at this.”
his praise spurred you on, motivating you to make him come.
you moaned around him, licking around him anywhere you could while you took as much of him into your mouth as you could manage.
“oh my fucking god… taking this dick so well.”
chris’ hips edged their way further into your face, feeling his neatly trimmed hair tickle your nose. you gagged around him, half purposefully, knowing it drove him crazy when he could hear you struggling to take all of him.
“that’s it baby, fuck, make a mess.” he groaned lowly, and you watched his head throw back in pleasure. satisfying, but ultimately not what you wanted.
popping his dick out of your mouth, you spoke, “i’ll stop if you keep looking away from me.” he bit his bottom lip as to not moan from your words alone. he absolutely loved when you talked to him this way.
as soon as his eyes were on yours, you slipped his entire cock into your mouth, gagging once again.
“holy shit, y/n.” chris sighed loudly, willing his eyes not to roll back from the fear you’d stop again.
by now he was thrusting into you, carnally fucking your throat like he couldn’t help it.
“ohhh fuck,” he whined once he felt you swallow around him, your throat contracting over and over, giving him the sensation that he was inside your cunt. oh, how he wished he was wrecking your spongy walls.
you could tell he was close, fighting the urge not to come but losing the battle.
“baby, i’m not gonna last, fuck, much longer.” he panted out.
just a little bit more, you thought to yourself since you knew the words wouldn’t come out. adding the finishing touches, your hand reached up to fondle his balls and he snapped.
pulling himself out of your mouth, chris stroked himself over you as his cum spurted out in thick ropes on your face.
there was not much of you uncovered, his seed on your forehead, slightly in your hair, over your eyelashes and finally on your tongue.
you licked the evidence from your mouth, enjoying the salty taste of his load as you felt another spurt on your chin. the sight of your face dripping with cum already had chris half-hard again.
“y/n that was so fucking sexy.” he practically groaned out, watching you drag a finger across your eyelids and sucking it into your mouth.
“i think we should do that more often.” you giggled at your boyfriends stupefied face.
“we’re not done yet. it’s your turn to come on my face.”
a/n wow i wasn’t expecting that new tiktok to make me write so fast. my next draft is going to take a liiiittle longer than this just took me to finish but i hope it’s worth it in the end.
ciao ciao
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What if...Y/N Cheats?
Summary: A What if spin off of Avenger Lane.
Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings: Drugs, Cheating, Reader has a Penis, basically smut
A/N: Just a little something for the wait of Avenger Lane Ch. 13.
(Has nothing to do with 'What if... we live a perfect life.)
It’s your birthday night
“Hey I was wondering where you went off too.” Natasha smiled seeing you in the kitchen.”
“Just needed a breather.” You muttered vaping your weed pen.
“Sure it wasn’t because Rachel is singing with Quinn?” The redhead kinked her brow.
“…No.” You muttered drinking the rest of your drink. You were crossfaded and ready to get shit faced.
“Hmhm.” She chuckled sitting on the counter where you were leaning.
You grinned looking down at her dress covered legs.
“I got you something.” She said softly, taking it out of her pocket.
“Whhhat? You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled, taking the small box in your hand. You opened it and took out a necklace with the names of your daughters on it.
“If you look through the top you’ll see them.” She smiled watching your jaw drop. You could see a picture of you and your little girls from the time you were in Natasha’s pool.
“Nat this is… thank you. I love it.” You chuckled, hugging her tightly against you. “It’s a really thoughtful and sweet gift. I love it.” You blushed, handing her the necklace to place on you. She leaned in, unclasping the hook before placing it on you and leaning back again.
“You’re welcome.” She said softly, you were both close and you don’t know if it’s her scent or being crossfaded but you have an urge to take her. God, you get so horny when you drink. Her arms are still loosely hanging around your neck. You’re so close between her legs she can feel your bulge growing she leans in lightly kissing your cheek. “Happy birthday.”
“Where is Bruce?” You ask softly, stepping closer feeling her legs nudge you closer.
Natasha shrugs, she doesn’t have the energy to lie, not when she’s buzzed and can smell your scent.
“He doesn’t deserve you Nat.” You say boldly caress her cheek.
She’s just going to tell you. Tell you her marriage is a sham, and tell you that Quinn is the one that doesn’t deserve you. The words are on the edge of her lips when you start leaning closer “Y/N-” She husks arching her back ever so lightly to lighten the ache between her legs.
“You deserve so much better.” You say softly.
“The same could be said for you.” She whispers her hands now cupping our cheeks. You both hold eye contact as your hands hook beneath her legs bringing her close against you.
“Nat.” Her name slips from your lips feeling her nose rub against yours. It’s such a small thing that ignites the fire in your belly. You feel your cock throb as the blood rushes down.
Her lips touch yours letting the fire spread. You both moan finally unleashing your emotions that have been lingering for too long.
Her legs hook around you and suddenly her hands are reaching for your belt and yours reach below her dress dragging her soaked panties down and shoving them in your pocket.
She takes your meat in her hand gently tugging you. You break the kiss bringing her closer by the hips feeling her rubbing against your hard cock.
She sighs and you groan feeling her hot juices against your cock. “Y/N!” She husks feeling your tongue against her neck. “I’ve wanted this for so long!” She husks pushing you inside.
“Oh my God… oh Natasha oh fuck!” You moan as the toe of your shoes bang against the bottoms of the cabinets. You pivot your hips hitting her spot.
“Ohhh!” Natasha’s mouth opens with a loud moan as she pulls you closer feeling you deep inside her womb.
The cabinets bang as you thrust harder and harder. She pushes your shirt up to feel your skin.
“I wanna feel your body against mine so bad.” She husks. You shove her dress was far up as you can hold her against you. You can feel her meeting your thrusts.
“Fuck I can’t hold on much longer.” You moan feeling her hard nipples and soft skin against yours. “I’m sorry you just feel so fucking good.”
“Oh baby I’m gonna cum it’s been a really really long time.”
“Good cause I can’t hold on im gonna… I gotta-“ you tried to pull out but she kept you there and you exploded. “Ohhhh!” You groan feeling the coil inside of you spring to life. Emptying your seed deep inside of her.
“Fuuuck!” She moans her pussy twitching, milking you for all your worth.
You're both panting as you come down from your high. “Fuck.” You breathe out remembering your wife, the women of your children and the one who threw this party for you is right outside. You let go of Nat laying a hand against the top cabinet. “Fuck.” You say again before looking up.
Natasha feels her heart fall and you look disappointed. She can’t tell if you regret it because you're married or if you regret it because you’re not into her.
“Hey.” She says lifting your chin.
Your eyes are Wild.
“Kiss me.”
She leans in taking your lips once more. Your breathing is still heavy from having hot sex against your kitchen counter.
You both are silent as you break the kiss. Your cock is still inside of her. You gently pull out grabbing paper towels you wipe your cum that seeps out of her pussy. You have half a mind to clean her with your tongue but the whole you debate the idea. There are voices right outside asking where you are.
You stuff your cock back in your jeans and Natasha steals one last kiss from you. “Hmm.” You hum squeezing her close and breaking when the back door opens.
Natasha purses her lips gripping the counter as you take a few steps back.
“Hey there you are, come on Quinn’s looking for you.” Mike grins, gripping your shoulders as he pushes you along outside.
Your birthday night was the start of a torrid love affair.
The next time you and Natasha fuck is the day after your birthday. You spent the next day thinking about what you did. You were racked with guilt in the beginning but as time wore on that day all you could think about was the way her velvet walls felt against your cock. The sound of her moans and groans as you stretched her out.
You were bricked and needed her to help you. Quinn sadly thought it was for her.
“You are insatiable. Don’t worry, I'll take care of you tonight.” She husked winking at you as she continued on with dinner.
That night your wife sucked on your cock in a way that used to have you coming in minutes. You tried to focus on her hazel eyes as she choked on your staff, but your mind would pan to Natasha. You wanted her so bad you feel the way your body aches for her. Quinn rode you like a cowgirl and still all you could think about was the way Natasha’s body would arch into yours. You wondered how’d she taste, and how wonderful she would feel writhing on top of you.
You pictured her and came with a grunt.
You satisfied Quinn as she was getting tired of being the only one to have orgasmed so many times.
The next day Quinn went to work and took Beth to school. You went straight to Wanda with Fin.
“Do you mind watching her for a bit? I need to do something real quick.”
“Oh of course.” Wanda nodded, taking your daughter. “Thank you, I'll be back.”
As soon as Wanda shut the door you ran towards Natasha’s. You banged on her door leaning both hands on the panels of her door breathing heavily as your heart thumped against your chest. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you couldn’t fight it anymore. You wanted her so bad you just had to have her again.
“Y/N.” She said eyes widening as she opened the door.
You don’t say a word, you just bring her in your arms kissing her as passionately as you did the day before yesterday.
“Hmm.” She hummed, slamming the door shut. You lift her up and pin her against the door.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You muttered as you both gasped for air.
“You haven’t left my mind. I thought you regretted it.” Natasha’s chest heaved.
“I don’t.” You shook your head leaning in to kiss her lips softly this time.
“Take us upstairs.”
You nod, kissing her once more before running up the stairs.
“Left.” she mumbles taking a break from kissing your chest.
You hang a left and rush through the door plopping both of you on her bed.
“Hmmm take it off.” She husks pushing against you.
You both shed your clothes quickly, unable to contain the sexual energy you both feel radiating around you.
“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” You say biting your lips as you look down at her porcelain body.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” She says bringing you down by the necklace she got you.
“I’m here now baby, daddy’s here. I’m gonna take care of that ache between these delicious legs.” You say laying between her legs.
She moans at the sight of you so close to licking her pussy. She thrusts her hips up tangling her fingers in your hair. “Please!” She begs. “Please fuck me daddy. I need you so badly.”
You pin her legs down, and inhale deeply before feasting on her sweet tangy pussy. “Fuck you taste so good!” You mutter. Your tongue is flicking her bundle of nerves so perfectly. She takes your hands placing them on her breast moaning as you massage both.
Your lapping her up and her body is twitching against you she’s getting closer.
“I need you daddy.” She shakes her head. “I need you to stretch me out in the best fucking way!”
“I wanna keep tasting you.” You smirk hearing her whine.
“Please daddy! Please fuck me right. Please Y/N fuck me into this mattress!” She pulls you up and you lay between her legs humping into her as your teeth clash in a battle for dominance.
Her nails scratch your back as you slip right into her. “Ohhhh!” Her body tenses tightly around you as she moans. “Ohhhh fuck!” she sobs feeling you slam into her your abs rubbing against her taunt stomach.
“You feel so fucking good baby.” You groan. “You’re taking me so well.” You lift yourself up so you could see the way her tits jiggle with every thrust into her. You let one hand go around her breast, flicking her nipple and the other rubbing her clit.
“Oh Natasha! Oh baby, you look so good with my dick inside of you. Look at that bulge baby! You’re such a good girl taking all of me like this.”
The redhead moans reaching for your neck but you pull back and pull out.
You flip her over and she groans as you sit on the back of her thighs lifting her ass up. You lean down licking her tight little asshole as your fingers play with her pussy. She moans drooling against her pillow. “Ohhh fuck!” She sounds muffled against the pillow.
You slap her ass cheeks before slapping your cock against her puffy pussy. “You want my cock baby?”
“Yesss!” She screams into the pillow. “Please daddy!”
You smirk, pushing your thick long cock inside of her..
“Oh Y/N you feel so good daddy! So good!” She moans wiggling her ass against you.
“Hmm you feel good too Angel. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. The way you sound. The way you feel. My God Natasha I’m so addicted to you already. All I want is you.”
Natasha made sounds that would put a porn star to shame. She pushed into you using her elbows to arch her back. You help her up against your body. “Oh detka.” She moaned against your lips. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
You push in deeper then out then back in as deep as you can getting a guttural moan from her lips.
“That’s it baby you can take it. You can take this dick can’t you?”
“Yes daddy! Yes! I love your big cock so fucking much!”
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. The fucking best.” You say cumming deep inside of her. “Ohhh fuuuck!”
She can feel the air from her lungs rush out feeling your heavy muscled body against hers. You grunt in her ear before rolling off of her. She pants lifting herself up and rolling on her back. “Fuck that was so good baby.” She pants before looking over at you. Your cock is still rock hard and your looking at her like you never have before.
You reach out for her, bringing her on top of you.
“I’m still aching for you Natasha.” You say pushing her hair back before bringing her in a kiss.
“Then let me take care of it.” She smirked against your lips.
She makes her way down bringing your twitching cock in her mouth.
“Oh my- oh your mouth is amazing.” You breathed out feeling your toes curl. Her eyes never leave yours as chokes down your length.
“Fuuuck baby that’s enough I don’t wanna cum yet.” You groaned.
“Can I ride you now daddy?” She straddles you, rubbing her pussy against your length as you grope her breasts.
“Of course baby…That’s it princess rub yourself against daddy.”
Her eyes start to flutter close as she picks up her pace. She’s rocking against your throbbing cock as she falls against you kissing you.
“Hmmm!” You hum gripping her ass cheeks. “Fuuuck your ass is so perfect baby.”
Natasha reaches below angling her pelvis as before sinking against your cock.
You both hiss at the heat between your legs and she starts to rock slowly.
“That’s it, baby ride me.” You husk before she bites your lip.
“So good this dick is so fucking good. You’re so thick and long I can feel you stretching me out daddy.” Her pace starts to pick up and soon she’s bouncing on your cock. She loved watching how your body reacted to hers.
“Your pussy is choking and stroking me in the best fucking way.” You grunt.
“Ohhh Y/N!” She cries out steadying herself with both arms as she rocks as fast as she can. She gasps and gasps for air as she cums around your meat once again.
“That’s it baby take it and keep cuming on daddy.” You lift her up with ease before thrusting up inside of her faster and harder than she could do herself.
“Oh yesss! Oh fuck yesss daddy just like that don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me!” She moans against your ear.
“Fuuuuck this you feel so good I’m about to cum… cum with me?” You ask and she nods quickly. Looking into her eyes you cum hard with her.
You both twitch in each others arms. “That was so damn good better than good it was fucking fireworks and shooting stars my God.” You pant feeling her kissing your neck before trailing up towards your lips languishly kissing as she tangles your legs.
She moans feeling you hump inside of her gently letting her ride out her high still.
She sighs against your chest her finger nails dragging softly against your abdomen.
“I could wash my clothes with these abs.” She smirks against your skin before repositioning her head to see you better.
“You can use them any time you want, angel.” You chuckled letting your one hand thread your fingers in her red tresses and the other graze her skin on her back.
You both lay in pure bliss not wanting it to end.
Her hair curtains around you as she kisses you softly. Your hand palming her perfectly sculpted ass.
“How is it that you are so beautiful, sexy, cute, and a naughty little good girl all at once?” You ask, breaking the kiss. She blushes looking away. You gently move her chin towards you.
“To lure you in my arms of course.” She smirked, kissing you once more.
“I have to go and pick up Fin from Wanda’s soon. Wanna join us for lunch? I’ll cook for you.” You ask, pushing a lock behind her ear.
Natasha whined into your neck. “I don’t want this to end yet.”
“Hey come on it doesn’t have to-“
“I want you to keep fucking me all day long.” She hums humping you.
“Hmm.” You hum at the feel of her tight walls.
“Please daddy one more time?”
You roll over on top of her fitting right between her legs. You slowly start to thrust into her.
“Dadddy! Oh Y/N.” She moans pulling you down against her body.
You take in the way she feels around you, and the way she looks blissfully full.
“You're so beautiful, Nat, you're gorgeous. I’ve never seen a woman like you.”
She was falling so hard for you. She just hoped you would catch her.
“Maybe we could go somewhere? Get out of town and not out of bed.”
The redhead smiled, kissing you softly. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
You sighed digging your face into her neck sucking and nibbling as the pace of your thrusts increased.
“Oh baby.” Natasha groaned, feeling you twitch inside of her as you kiss her spot.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You sighed.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you moving in. The way your muscles flexed. The way you smiled at me.”
You kiss her pushing yourself deeper and deeper.
“Especially when I caught you fucking your wife.”
“Wait what?” You chuckled pulling back and pausing your movements causing her to whine.
“Keep going don’t stop and I’ll tell you more.”
You chuckled darkly doing as she told you.
“Oh fuck yes babbbby.”
“Tell me more.”
“I saw how big you were and the way you’d fuck her. I would imagine it was me and touch myself with my toy.”
“My naughty girl.” You grinned kissing her once more.
“I’d wake up early just to watch you run so I could see the way your big dick would bounce in your shorts.”
“I saw you once. You had just gotten out of the shower your blinds were wide open. You bent over and all I wanted to do was show you how good I can be instead of your husband. I got in the shower and thought of you as I jacked off.”
“You thought of me?”
“Yes baby.”
“Oh my-“ Natasha moaned as she came around your cock.
“Give me two more baby.” You say picking up your pace.
“I’ll give you anything daddy.” She sobbed, feeling herself cum again almost too quickly..
“Shit that’s it love.” You both rolled around in bed until you finally pulled out, and turned her against you lifting up her leg from behind. You let your thick soldier enter her once more. She turned her head meeting your lips moaning at the way you felt around her body.
“Oh Y/N you make me feel so fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmhm.”
You leaned in kissing her before moving to her spine to her shoulders to her neck.
“I’m close, sweetheart.”
“Me too daddy.”
“Ladies first.” You whispered.
“Same time.” She shook her head.
“Okay Angel just tell daddy when.”
“Keep thrusting daddy just a few more.” She moaned as your hand explored her curves.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re so fuckin pure like an Angel.”
Her arm went back letting her hand scratch your scalp.
“I feel the same about you Y/N. I want you to fuck me like this every day.”
“Anything. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Come with me daddy.” She husked moaning against your mouth as you thrusted so hard you had to wrap both arm around her to keep her from flying away from you.
The moans and pants filled the room as your cum shot deep inside of her.
You curled into her kissing up from her arms to her neck and cheek.
“I love you.” She so desperately wants to say.
You’re both covered in sweat. Normally you’d want to cool off on your side of the bed but now you didn’t care. Truthfully you wanted to go again, but you know you really need to get Finley.
You both looked down at your combined juices seeped out of her tight little pussy.
She pulled you in a kiss slowly tasting your tongue.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” She husked. “Better than I imagined. I wasn’t lying about fucking you every day. I can’t go back to not having you at all.”
“I’m yours Angel I’m all yours.” You whispered, caressing her cheek.
You hold her for a while until you notice her sleeping. You eventually pull out and get up to clean her up a bit. You gently wipe between her thighs and get dressed.
“I don’t want you to go.” She says softly, startling you.
“Let me get my daughter and I’ll make you both lunch.” You smile.
She nods, sitting up.
You kiss her one more time after putting your shoes on. “I’ll see you in a few.” You smile before heading downstairs and out the door.
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“Natty!” Finley squealed.
“Hi Finny!” She smiled brightly lifting up your toddler as she babbled away.
“Papa look! Natty.”
You grinned, throwing your cooking towel over your shoulder. “Hey Natty.”
“Hey daddy.” She smirked, biting her lip. She desperately wanted to kiss you.
“No Natty, that's my papa.”
“You don’t want to share.”
“I share with Bethy.” She shook her head causing Natasha to let out her melodic laugh.
After lunch you watch Natasha teach Fin ballet and until its nap time for Fin.
“She fell asleep while we were doing a bit of yoga.” Nat whispered, holding your daughter up.
“I noticed.” You grinned as you led her upstairs to put Fin in her bed.
You were both walking back downstairs when you held her from behind. “You look so beautiful when you dance.” Your hands ran down her hips.
She hummed in response pushing her butt into you. “You’re so hard for me.”
“I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
She wrapped her hand behind your neck bringing you down in a kiss. “Think we have time?”
“We can make time.” You nod in response.
“Take me baby.” she husked.
You push your joggers down letting your member spring to life as she pushes her tights down. You shuffle over behind the sofa letting her hold on to something as you begin to rub her pussy with your fingers.
“Oh baby.” She sighs. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I love the way you feel and the way you make me feel.” You breathe her in as she pumps your meat.
“I’m ready for you daddy.” She bites your ear as you push inside of her.
You both quietly groan at the feel of each other.
Natasha bends over the sofa stretching her back but you pull her back up using one arm around her tight little waist and the other raised up to wrap your hand around her neck feeling her nipple against your forearm. She practically melts in your arms as you thrust your hips.
“How is it each time feels like the first time in the best way possible?” She mutters.
“It's the way we make eachother feel.” you admit.
“Fuck.” she bites her palm as she meets your rhythm.
“Natasha.” You husk against her neck. You wanna say those three little words so badly. You’re in love with her. You just need to tell your wife. You have to tell her it's over. You snap out of your thoughts as she brings you back in a sloppy kiss. You’re both growing closer and closer with each short stroke.
“Ohh Y/N.” She bites back her moan. “Just like that.” She mutters feeling her eyes roll back. “Cum with me.”
You grunt, squeezing her tightly as you cum inside of her. You kiss her neck before moving to her lips with a heavy sigh.
Natasha looks at the clock and feels her heart tighten. Quinn and Beth should be home in a little over an hour. She knows it's time for her to leave. She desperately wants to ask you what this all means, but she's scared it will only make you want to stop whatever this relationship is.
“What's wrong angel?” you ask as she pushes away from you lightly.
She refuses to speak instead she points at the clock heading to the bathroom to clean up.
You anxiously wait outside wondering if she wants to stop this thing between the two of you when you hear the door open.
“Nat-”
“Don’t make this harder for me Y/N.” She whispers walking towards the door.
“Baby.” You say bring her against you.
“Y/N.” She says against your chest.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night right? At Thors?”
She nods and you kiss her softly and leave another kiss against her forehead before letting her go.
Halloween Party at Thors
After finding you out back and sitting on your lap at the behest of Carol and Val of course.
Natasha could feel how hard you were and would wiggle her ass against you when the gang would look away.
You took her hand under your jacket, setting it on your cock. She rubbed you slowly.
“Fuck I’m so hard for you baby.” You muttered near her ear. “You look so fucking good in this catsuit. I gotta have you now.”
“Meet me in Thors bathroom upstairs.” She muttered before getting off your lap and leaving behind your jacket to cover your hard on.
“How ya doing Y/L/N?” Val smirked.
“I gotta take a piss.” You muttered walking back inside with your jacket.
“Oh they’re totally fucking.” Val muttered in her wifes ear.
“I can only imagine the steam coming off their hot bodies.”
“Call it a night and-”
“Yes.” Carol quickly said, pulling her wife up and out of the party without as much of a goodbye.
You watched as Quinn talked to Christine so you made a beeline for Thor’s bathroom upstairs.
“I told you Nat hasn’t stopped hooking up with Y/N.” Wanda huffed looking around.
“Maybe Y/N will tell Quinn and let her go?”
“I hope so.”
Meanwhile upstairs
You knocked and Nat opened the door bringing you in. Your lips and teeth met with a clash.
“You look so fucking good in this cat suit.” You squeezed her ass, slapping it with both hands.
“I knew you’d love it.” Nat smirked pushing you back a bit before dropping to her knees.
You watched with hooded eyes as she licked your second head. Your hand wrapped around her tresses just as she began bobbing her head.
“Fuuuuck!” You groaned, you gently guided her all the way down your length hearing her gag a bit.
“Like this daddy?” Her voice was muffled.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full baby.” You smirked and her eyes darkened and she let out a muffled giggle. “Your mouth baby those lips… fuck.” You sighed holding on to the sink.
You watched as she worshiped your cock sucking the life out of you, and occasionally licking you up and down so slowly you’d twitch in her hand.
“Daddy will you lick me now? I’m so wet and sticky for you.”
“Fuuuuck yes come here baby.”
You lifted her onto the bathroom cabinet. Kissing her passionately before lowering her zipper letting your tongue lick all the way down her body. You slid her tiny little black thong out of the way feeling her tangy juices run down your tongue.
“Ohhhh fuck daddy your tongue is so good.”
“Hmmm.” You hummed burrowing a little bit deeper letting her legs drape over your shoulders.
She moaned humping into your mouth. “Oh daddy!”
You hummed in response, lapping her sweet juices up. You could go down on her for hours if you could. You could feel her fingers grazing our hair.
You began spelling out different things against her clit to make her jolt.
“Daddy.” She giggled, bringing your hands up to her breast. And the other she sucked on your thumb.
You began swiping your tongue just right she was like a fire hydrant ready to burst.
“Fuuuuck daddy right there… don’t stop, I'm so close! Ohhhh dadddddy!” She began humping your face, squeezing your hands against her as she came undone. She gasped for breath as you stood back up.
She licked herself off of you feeling your cock teasing her slit. You took her hand placing it on your member. “Slowly daddy.” She whined, inserting your tip causing you to hiss at her heat.
You barely push in before pulling out. Repeating it a few times hearing her mewing against your neck. “You’re so sexy Nat. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
She opened her eyes and brought your hand up from her chest to around her neck. “I love being your dirty little secret.”
“Oh my gosh.” You groaned, plunging yourself deeper and deeper.
“I love being your toy daddy. Fuck I love it so much.” She gasps at the feel of your hand.
You began thrusting into her at an alarming rate. Her moans grow so loud you cover her mouth to muffle the sound. Even though the bass of the music is loud you still don’t want to be caught.
“That’s it baby girl you’re taking me so well.” You moan seeing the tears in her eyes. You loosen your grip and let go but she keeps you there shaking her head. “I wish I had all night with you. I wanna keep going. I wanna feel you riding me like a cowgirl.”
She moaned, eyes rolling back as she came undone. You let go of her kissing her lazily as you thrust slowly. “Fuuuck I’m gonna cum soon.” She pushes you back getting on her knees.
“Fuck my mouth daddy. Fuck it how you please.” She brought you against her lips before opening wide.
She gripped your ass as you moaned, pushing deeper and deeper down her throat.
She gagged and you muttered. “Just a few more thrusts baby. Fuck your mouth feels sooooo good.” You tense feeling your cock twitch you give a few short thrusts before cumming in her mouth. “Ohhhh fuck that’s so good.”
You pulled and she stuck out her tongue showing you the thick cum that trailed down her tongue into her throat before she swallowed. You help her up before pulling her close against you.
“You're perfect.” You whisper, laying your forehead against hers.
“So are you detka.” She kisses you.
“We should probably get back down there.” You sigh.
“You should wash your face first you smell like me.” Natasha smirks.
You grin before doing as you were told. You bring her back against your chest.
“You go first.” She says against your chest.
You squeeze her one more time before kissing her lips and walking out the door.
You both inhale realizing the situation of it all. You’ve both been fucking behind Quinn’s back for the last month. Nat is all you think about. She’s all you want. You knew it was time to get a divorce lawyer.
Natasha turns and washes her hands and mouth.
You walk down the stairs and see Quinn laughing along with Christine. She definitely didn’t notice your absence. You grab a drink and watch Natasha follow suit.
A few days later at the fair
You look around making sure your daughter Beth is distracted. You lean in kissing Natasha softly. She squeezes your hand before breaking the kiss afraid Beth will see.
“This is almost perfect.” She says softly.
“Almost.” You agreed.
“Sing to me Paolo.” She smirks.
“I'll touch that fire for you
I do that three, four times again, I testify for you, I told that lie, I'd kill that bitch, I do what all of them around you scared to do, I'm not.
Long as you juggin' out here for me, I got it.
Mobbin', schemin', lootin', hide your bodies
Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem
I don't got nobody, just with you right now
Tell the truth, I look better under you
I can't lose when I'm with you
How can I snooze and miss the moment?
You just too important
Nobody do body like you do
I can't lose when I'm with you
I can't just snooze and miss the moment
You just too important
Nobody do body like you do, you do”
Natasha briefly checked for Beth’s attention before kissing you softly. You kissed her hand as the Ferris wheel started descending back down.
The rest of the night made Natasha feel like the two of you were together with a little family. It made her ready to finally tell you everything you deserved to know.
The next morning
“What’s wrong baby?” You ask.
“I can’t keep lying to you, we need to talk.”
“Okay…” you say.
“Y/N there’s some things you should know. One my marriage is a sham. Bruce and I married one another for my citizenship. He wanted to make his ex jealous and I just wanted to stay in the country.”
“Wait, you aren’t in love with him?”
“I never have been… are you mad at me?”
“No of course not I’m just confused as to why you never said anything I wouldn’t have told anyone.” You chuckled.
“I don’t know, I guess I was worried if I said anything you would have told Quinn and she definitely wouldn’t have let you be my friend. That’s not really what I’ve been scared to tell you.”
“Hey you shouldn't ever be scared to say anything to me.”
“Someone stole your chance at MIT, and I’m pregnant.” She word vomited all over you.
“Wait what?! No start over.” You shook your head.
“Tony checked with MIT to see why you got declined and found out you were accepted on a full ride but someone declined it.”
“What?” You said in disbelief.
“Could it have been Quinn?”
“Oh my gosh.” You sat back down in shock you couldn’t believe it. “I-…Yeah it could have been her.” You shake your head before holding it in your hands.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” She said rubbing your back. “You had your career stolen from you.l”
You began crying thinking about how Quinn could have done this to you.
“Oh, Y/N, baby.” Natasha brings you in her arms.
“Did/ Did you just say you’re pregnant?” You sniffled.
“Maybe.” She squeaked.
You looked at her as if to say ‘tell the truth’.
“Yes. I took 3 tests Y/N.”
“Wow. I thought you… couldn’t?”
“I was told all my life I couldn’t.”
“So this is a miracle baby?”
Natasha’s eyes started tearing up as she nodded with pursed lips.
“Nat, that's amazing.” You said softly, bringing her back in a hug.
“You’re not upset?” She asked.
“That you’re pregnant? No of course not that’s no one’s fault it just happened. It’s not our baby’s fault-“ Natasha cut you off kissing you as she straddled you.
“Hmm Nat hun we-“
“Make love to me Y/N.”
“Let me get a divorce first.”
“Wait-“ Natasha looked down looking for any lies.
“We’ve been sneaking around and I’ve sort of been feeling guilty about it. Quinn is the mother of my children even though she is semi evil she still deserves to know, and you deserve someone who isn’t married.”
“Baby.” She whispered softly, kissing your head.
“Natasha I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too!” She smiled leaning down to kiss your lips and her body began rocking. “I’m not sharing you with her anymore.”
“Hmm Nat no baby we should wait.”
“You just told me you love me. I can’t help it if I really want you to make love to me all night long.” She threw her head back arching her back.
“Hmm.” You sighed feeling your cock grow with need. “I want to. Oh fuck you have no idea how bad I wanna worship your body right now. Take my sweet time making this tight little pussy squirt all over daddy.”
“Then do it daddy. Show mommy how much you love her.”
“I can’t believe I got you pregnant.” You chuckled, kissing her lips.
“I’m so happy Y/N.”
“Just let me divorce her and we can finally be together.”
“You can move in here with me. I have rooms for the kids.”
“We might need an extra one for the baby.”
“I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”
Natasha didn’t want to wait. She unzipped your pants, pumping your cock a bit before pushing your inside of her.
“Oh my-” She kissed away your moans as she rode you faster and faster. She was so unbelievably horny for you.
“Oh daddy.” She husked, leaning her forehead against yours.
“Go on baby cum around daddys dick.”
“I love you so much.” She gasped.
“I love you too baby. So damn much.”
She moaned loudly as her hips halted her walls clamping tight around you. “Say it again.” She whines.
“I love you Natasha. I love you so much baby.” You groan as you palm her ass cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you and this luscious ass.”
She giggled, kissing you as you quickly laid her down against the sofa. Her legs widen and lock around you. You begin humping into her, feeling your cock twitching as her moaning begins getting louder and louder.
“That’s it my love let go.”
“Fuck me harder daddy.” She groans as you nibble her nape slamming down against her hips harder and harder as her hands grip your ass.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum baby.”
“Me too daddy. Keep going!”
You groan as you increase your motion going faster and harder with each stroke.
She locks you in place as she cums around your cock and you groan feeling her walls milk you dry.
“I’m telling her tonight my love I promise.” You pant.
A year later you divorced Quinn and now have a little bundle of joy in the next room with your soon to be wife.
“I can’t wait to marry you.” You sigh, holding Natasha from behind as she looks down at your baby.
“Me either.” She sighed leaning against you.
Finley was happy to have Natasha as a step mom. Beth wasn’t too keen on it but she will with time. As for Quinn, your relationship with her is strictly about the girls. She’s still sad you’re gone and upset that she lost you. But at least now she has Rachel to hold her when she cries.
You’ve never been happier with a great career ahead of you at Stark Industries, two beautiful daughters, a gorgeous wife, and a little baby in her arms.
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“Let me use these fangs..”
Miguel O’Hara X Reader.
Summary: None! Muahaha! Includes: Biting, slight blood-kink, teasing, body appreciation, Mentions of the word ‘cunt’ & ‘pussy’, slight smug Miguel, just some filth babes.
★Please read!★ The reader has no specified race etc so it’s very much just put yourself in that place! Anyways you’re reading at your own volition, this was inspired by this tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRowUMqa/ !
You were working on some dinner for him for when he finally came home from what you called his shenanigans and what he called incredibly important. Humming along to the music that played from your speaker, dancing about as he came through the front door, his mask just barely coming up and off. You immediately catching his eyes as you swayed your hips to the music.
God it did something to him, all day long he’d been thinking about you, your face, your body, your voice, your cunt. It did something to him.
That’s why it came as a surprise to you when Miguel’s hands found your hips as he set his mask off to the side. His lips going straight for your neck as he left open mouthed kisses. “Miguel?” You managed to spit out, as you carefully put the wooden spoon you were using to stir the food in the pan down. “What is the meaning for all of this? not exactly complaining.”
You breathed out as his fangs grazed across your neck, his breath fanning against it. “He estado pensando en ti.(I've been thinking about you.)” Miguel exhaled slightly, sucking a hickie into your skin. “Me? Why- Ohhh sweet god, Why uh Why me?” You managed to get out getting stuck on some words like a broken record.
“Estas caderas, esos muslos, estos labios, este coño...(These hips, those thighs, these lips, this pussy...).” His hands snaked around feeling everywhere he could, “It’s been plaguing my mind all day.”
“God..But Miguel I’ve got dinner going I really should..” He quickly reached his hand down and flicked off the fire, “There, Now you won’t have to worry.” Miguel was quick with picking you up and bringing you up to your shared bedroom, shutting the door with his foot and gently tossing you onto the bed with a slight ‘Miguel!’ as he made his way over, “God I’ve been waiting for this,” He brought his hand to snake past your waistband of your pants and panties, finding your cunt slick and wet as he brought his mouth to kiss you, bring his kisses to come down your chin and neck leaving small bites on your neck as he went.
“All wet for me huh Chiquita?” He murmurs with that stupid smug slight smirk that you felt on your skin. His fingers rubbing gently in a teasing way on your clit, bringing it down to your needy hole dipping in causing you to gasp slightly. A slight chuckle coming him as he continued to kiss everywhere he could.
He kept pumping with one finger then two, your eyes fluttering as your breathing got labored. “I’m only just getting started and look at you a mess.” he pulls back pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth cleaning them effortlessly. “Strip.” He says and that’s all you need hear, moving as fast as you could to slide it off, shirt gone to the floor as well as your pants and your underwear & bra.
“Lay down Querida.(Darling)” He motions for you lay down against the propped up pillows, you lay back your hair splayed behind you watching as he removed his suit. You couldn’t help but stare at his face, his chest, his whole body.. he was left in just his boxers as he climbed onto the bed hooking his arms underneath your legs, bringing you closer. “I can put these to use,” he flashes his fangs, licking up the supple flesh of your inner thighs.
He left purple hickies all along your thighs purposefully missing where you wanted him most, gently biting into it licking the blood that slightly dribbled from the bites he put too much pressure on, reveling in the way you tried to bring your cunt to his face and he denied you every time.
“Miguelll..” You whine your head lolling back, “Alright…Alright,” He smiles smugly into your thigh at your whining. He brings his mouth down to your wet stick cunt licking a long stripe from your wet hole to your clit. Keeping eye contact until he dove in without hesitation. Your hand flying to cover your mouth, a gasp coming your lips. He stops, one of his hands taking yours and moving it. “No no, I wanna hear all of those noises.” He states before going straight back to what he was doing.
Eating you out like he was a starved man, his hands gripping your thighs massaging them as he continued your slick coating his chin and lips, making his fangs & lips shine. Your hands find his hair as you gasp and cry to him, tangling them into his soft hair. He groans into your cunt, that familiar feeling rising in your stomach, then he adds his fingers pumping two of them in and out. It added to the pressure and then it snapped, he lapped it up. Leaning back wiping his chin of your slick.
“God..I missed your cunt.” he hummed licking his fingers clean, the now noticeable bulge catching your eye as he brought himself up. Your rose from your spot bringing your hand to palm him making his breath hitch slightly. “Miguel let me help you please.” You looked up at him through your lashes. “You sure you can handle it?” He looks down at you exhaling slightly.
You nodded slightly, and he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Alright belleza(beauty).” He exhales with a slight smirk taking your spot. You smiled hurrying over laying between his legs, moving your hands up to pull down his boxers his cock springing free with a bead of precum coming from the tip. Your hand immediately coming to it, rubbing up and down your thumb coming over the tip making him inhale.
“Please..Don’t tease me like that.” He groans his head leaning back against the headboard, you smiled licking stripes up his dick before completely taking him in your mouth, pumping what you couldn’t take. Humming slightly when you heard him make noises at a reaction making him exhale shakily even more.
You moved your head in a steady up and down, gagging slightly when the tip hits the back of your throat. He revels when you gag on him, it makes him feel some kind of way. He thrusts up slightly into your mouth, spit coming to the corners of your mouth as you tried your best to still take him. His hand finds your cheek wiping any tears that fell from your eyes.
Before he could even cum in your mouth, he pulls out and sighs. “Please let me use that cunt.” He asked so politely and you couldn’t deny him, he looked so desperate. You smiled before gasping as his hands found your hips lifting you above before his tip slid through your folds. Before he gently as he possibly could pushed it in.
Groaning as it went into your warm tight pussy, “Ohhh..” You slurred as he was barely filling you with only being half way on his cock. He slowly brought you down onto it carefully before he was fully sheathed inside you. “So tight and warm.” He exhaled in your ear letting you lean back on his chest, his hand finding your clit rubbing gently circles as you murmured and mumbled.
“You like that?” All you could do was nod, “Uh-Huh, Tell me.” He demanded his fangs finding your exposed neck gently nipping and biting. “Yeah, Yeah..Really like.” you sputtered out, eyes batting closed then open lazily sitting half lidded. He smiled smugly into your neck, “Mm..Good Good,”
He had set a pace, one that started out soft and careful before he got to into it. Becoming rougher, his hand bringing your hand to rub your clit, his groans and slight whines in your eyes making you clench around his dick. “Dios cariño, ¿te gusta eso?(God honey, do you like that?)” He chuckled breathlessly.
His thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy, your cunt spasming as you came around cock, he couldn’t help but speed up at the feeling. “Feels too damn good..” He sighs his breathing labored, uneven and hot on your skin. Sweat beading at your forehead. “Please please.” You whine in more of a whisper.
“Hm?” He murmurs, “Miguel please..” He chuckles, “You,You want it in?” He hums kissing a bit rougher in your shoulder and neck, “Yes yes..” You nodded as he rammed up in your cunt as wet squelch coming from it. He sped up, “Almost there..Can you let go for me one more time, please Cariño.” His hand finds your clit rubbing circles making you clench around him.
The feeling of everything made you both snap, your cunt clenching around him spasming as he shot his white hot cum into you, his head lolling back doing slow sloppy thrusts into you. Your fluids mixing as he finally came to a slow. Out of breath and laughing slightly, “Was it what you’ve been thinking about all day?”
He gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Of course, Better than I ever dream of.” He carefully pulls out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling. “C’mon, let’s get a nice warm bath.”
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a day at the zoo ~ evan ‘buck’ buckley x reader
just a little blurb about taking Christopher to the zoo
a/n: this bi little firefighter has stolen my heart, I cannot stop thinking about him, I love him so so much and now I will annoy you all with it
“Did you know tigers are the only big cats with stripes? It helps to provide camouflage in dense cover.” Buck turns away from the information board to look at both Christopher and you.
“Everyone knows that,” Christopher quips, “and we can all read.” Your involuntary giggle earns you a playful glare from Buck.
“Ohhh, ouch!” Buck places both hands over his heart like he’s in physical pain. “I think you two have spent way too much time together,” he points straight at you, “your sass is rubbing off on him.” You completely ignore Buck’s comment and turn back to Christopher.
“Just be glad you don’t get ‘Buck’s fun facts’ at all times of the day like some of us,” you say it lightheartedly, looking up at your boyfriend with a smile. You actually love it when Buck voices the little tidbits of information even when it’s at midnight and you’re trying to sleep or in the middle of a stressful shift. Buck lets out a scoff playing along with the bit as he turns and begins to walk away from you both. “Just watch out he’ll start telling that story about the tiger that escaped-”
“Again!” You both speak at the same time and Christopher at least finds your joke funny, throwing his head back and laughing. Buck stops in his tracks and turns to look at you both as you radiate pure joy.
“I heard that!” Buck calls from a few feet away and it only makes Christopher laugh even more. When you look up at Buck he’s grinning, unable to even fake being annoyed with the pair of you. “Next time we go to the zoo I’m taking Jee, she likes all my stories.” Buck adds as you both start approaching him.
“That’s ’cause she can’t talk yet.” Christopher’s quick wit never fails to amuse you, he reminds you of his father more and more everyday.
“I hope you know I actually really do love Buck’s fun facts,” you hook your arm around Buck’s and look up at him as your chin rests on his shoulder. He gives you a genuine smile before contorting in a way so he can kiss you.
“Good, ‘cause I have more.” You both chuckle and Buck’s free hand comes up to hold the side of your head, his lips placing a kiss to your temple.
“Gross.” Christopher mumbles as he passes you both, making his way to the next animal on the map. Both Buck and you laugh in disbelief before following after him. Buck makes sure when you all stop to look at the rhinos to place an over exaggerated kiss on top of Christopher’s head which he definitely doesn’t appreciate.
#evan buckley#evan buck buckely#evan buckley x reader#evan buck buckley x reader#911 abc#911 show#911 fanfic#evan buckley fluff#evan buckley fic#evan buck buckley fanfic#evan buck buckley fic#evan buck buckley#gay firefighter show
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4:22’ pm - rin itoshi
4:22: hi rinnie
4:22: can you pick me up please, i went on the wrong train..😓
you didn’t expect a fast reply, which made you slump onto one of the benches nearby the train station. you were at-least a few miles away from home.
maybe you should’ve paid attention more towards the trains instead of rushingly getting on a random one that was close to leaving.. but it wasn’t your fault, the train had the number you were supposed to go on!
surprisingly you got a reply not even five minutes later.
rin ml 4:26: oh lord.
rin ml 4:26: send me your location, right now.
you sighed in relief. but, apart of you felt a bit terrified. you knew once you would get home you would get a long lecture from your boyfriend.
honestly seeing rin being pissed off was a mix of three things, scary, hot, and sexy. it was undeniable, even if it would leave him slightly red, you could not deny it.
4:27: (location)
4:27: don’t be maddd..
rin ml 4:28: y/n.
rin ml 4:28: oh my god.
4:28: IM SORRY :((
4:28: i swear i was on the right train!
rin ml 4:29: apperantly not.. you’re stupid.
rin ml 4:29: stay where you are, i’m omw now.
4:30: thank you sooo much rin<33
4:30: i love you.
rin ml 4:32: i love you more
rin ml 4:32: i’m still upset, don’t think you’re off the hook baby.
4:33: :((
“c’mon, let’s go.” your boyfriends sweet voice comes into your senses, slightly startling you as you were busy scrolling on your phone.
before you could say anything, his arm goes around your waist and almost drags you away from the station, making his way to his car.
even if you knew he was frustrated with you, you still smiled and kissed his cheek. you were grateful to have him. very grateful.
“thanks rinnie,” you muttered, hoping he would look back at you. which he did.
though he didn’t reply, he just shook his head and kissed your forehead in return; opening your side of the car so you would get in before getting in his side of the car.
“so, lemme guess. you mixed up the numbers?” your boyfriend side eyes you, turning on the car along with the heater.
your lips formed a thin line, pressing them together. he was right. you nodded your head and avoided eye contact.
“‘m sorry..” you replied, your voice barely a whisper.
rin sighs, shaking his head. you think he would give you the silent treatment, oh how you were so wrong.
he cups your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look up at him without avoiding eye contact. your eyes linger, looking at his orbs.
teal.
the eyes that held all the cold, and seriousness in the word. especially when it was on the field. yet he would never show that side with you.
because he loves you, he adores you. you’re always there when he needs you. there is never a time where he doesn’t see you at his games, cheering him on with everything you’ve got in you.
it’s cute.
he owes you everything. he knows you deserves the world. something as little as this situation isn’t something worth to be stressed out over.
“love, it’s okay.” he murmurs, interlocking his lips with the tip of your nose. he hopes it helps lighten the mood with you.
“next time, just wait for me to pick you up. kay?” he continues, cupping your cheek with one hand. you look up at him in shock. no lecture??
“you’re not gonna lecture me for this? woah!” you gasp, e/c orbs getting brighter.
he chuckles and shakes his head, turning away softly to get the engine of his car starting, not before checking if your seat belt was on.
like always, it’s not on. and you don’t even notice it, even when he groans.
that’s before he moves over to your side to put your seat belt on for you, making sure the strap wasn’t too tight.
“ohhh.. whoops!” you nervously scratch the back of your neck, smiling up at him.
“tch, idiot. i really am the reason to why you’re safe all the time.” a playful smirk appears on his lips, as he drives away from the train station.
you huff and roll your eyes, denying it over and over “no, only sometimes!” you affirmed, noticing how he looks at you with a sarcastic expression.
rin rose his eyebrows, giving you the ‘are ya sure?’ look.you sighed, knowing he was mostly right.
“okay, maybe most times..” he grins, taking your hand into his whilst he drives.
#i love this man so much he is so fine#rin itoshi#bllk scenarios#bllk rin#blue lock#rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#rin fluff#rin itoshi imagine#rin itoshi imagines#rin x y/n#rin x you#rin itoshi x you#rin itoshi x y/n#bllk imagines#blue lock imagines#blue lock fluff#blue lock headcanons#blue lock rin itoshi#IM SO CRAZY AB THIS MAN BROOO
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Ikko ikko ikko ikko
How do you think Met Prowl would handle an injured human💚.
As always you have lovely writing and I adore everytime I see you when I’m scrolling or when I see you in my inbox💚
｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡waughh hejkejbhrrk,,,,sniff,,,,sniff ough you are too sweet for this world compy,,,,sniff sniff you are keeling me
GOSH PROWL,,, this man would not let whoever hurt his human scamper out scathe free.
Prowl has anger issues, yes. He's angry like half of his lifetime so nobody ever really bats an eye. But they know the only closest person to ever subdue his aggressive tendency to obliterate a fucking room, is you.
(They know for a fact that prowl would never hurt you, even when he's utterly pissed)
The moment they see you're there, in a puddle of crimson, half-conscious. They halt — literally freeze into place because Prowl is unusually calm standing before the con.
Unlike his usual scowl, this is a stare that pierces right through everyone's spark. Prowl calmly walks past the con, to his human and assessed the injury. Con is a bit baffled by the blatant ignoring and watches as he hands you over to Ratchet
(who, for once, has a demure attitude, unusually quiet with a concerned expression.)
But the concern isn't for prowl.
The rest of the crew watches as Prowl, with the calmness of a gentle breeze, obliterate the con. He's not even trying. Not even trying to throw jabs. Just lazily dodging, throwing hooks, throwing cuts that sting and he'll make sure to draw out the pain as long a possible.
He values efficiency, but sometimes unconventional means would have to be used when a certain kind of obstacle is faced.
Anyways, the con gets utterly destroyed (sent to med-bay where the medics would do their 'rounds' on them) and he scampers just in time they're dressing your wounds.
Prowl barges in and says he'll be taking over. The nurses are confused because what the hell is a robot doing here— but, is left no room for protest as he gives them the glare (tm).
They scuttle out without a moment's notice.
And, ohhh boy is he gentle with his human
:( his servos, once taut always so ready to pounce, wrap the bandages around their limbs with such care, it bores the weight of a feather. His other servo cradles your head and a digit it's rubbing against your cheek.
For once, prowls making a face that's not a scowl, and something akin to distraught. At that he feels disconcerted, for someone who preaches about logical thinking — he's incredibly emotional, right now, and would want nothing better than the bright smile and pull of your face.
He pulls you flushed to his chassis and closes his optics.
#im so soft for this mech i swear ON GOD#compy you give the best asks#smooch#prowl x reader#ikkoasks#idw prowl#transformers idw#transformers x reader#maccadam#transformers#mootsies
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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 8)
Ohhh, it felt so good to write again. My hands were itching to get back to the keyboard, especially knowing in advance which chapter was next ¬‿¬
As I've mentioned before, this little snippet is a two parter; too big to fit in just one chapter. I hope to work on the next part next week and get it out asap ໒(⊙ᴗ⊙)७✎▤
Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy ꨄ
Synopsis: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. You want to get more exotic ingredients for the hotel but it's too dangerous to go along. Alastor offers his assistance and you both go out to the market.
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“Something on your mind my dear~?”
You were swirling the whisky in your glass, staring at the bronze liquid sloshing side to side but eyes not exactly focused. Alastor watched you from his seat, quirking an eyebrow as his head tilted. You were both sitting in the radio tower, sharing a glass of liquor and conversing like you always did after a show. Usually you were very attentive to the deer demon’s thoughts, and would give some solid advice for the next segment. But Alastor noticed something was off today; he didn’t seem to have your full attention. And he wanted to know why. You look up to the deer demon in question, blinking back your stupor before giving him a sheepish grin.
“Ah… Sorry Al. Just thinking. But it’s really not important. What were you saying?” You lean forward in your chair and smile warmly towards your friend. But that didn’t trick the Overlord; he knew something was bothering you. And if it pulled your attention away from him, then he didn’t like it one bit. His ego wouldn’t allow it.
“Come now dearest,” he prodded, leaning forward so he was eye level with you, “I know something is wrong. Tell me.” He still had his signature grin, but his eyes were sharp and serious. That wasn’t a suggestion. You knew he wasn’t going to let this go until you confessed. You sighed.
“It’s nothing, really,” you disclosed, “I’m just trying to figure out how I can get my hands on certain ingredients is all…” You trailed off, hoping that was enough to satiate the demon in front of you. To your disappointment, it had the opposite effect. His grin widened as he leaned forward, his eyes shining in delight.
“Well goodness me, it’s about time.” he sang, “I was wondering when you’d finally cave and go back to your sinster ways!” He chuckled darkly, looking at you with a sense of pride. He was practically on the edge of his seat; all smiles and sharp teeth. You tilted your head in confusion.
“If you're looking for special ingredients, I can hook you up with my dear friend Rosie. She can get you the best cuts of meat in Hell.”
... Oh. You understood the disconnect. Your eyelids fell flat, giving him a jaded look. But he didn’t notice, mind flooding with ideas and different options.
“Or, if you wish to go hunting yourself, I’d be more than happy to-!”
“Not that type of ingredient, Alastor.”
The Radio Demon’s crimson eyes popped open as a record sound came to a screeching halt. You couldn’t help the upward curl of your lips after watching his expression slowly sour in realization. Alastor eventually slid back into his seat, crossing his legs and ears falling flat on his skull. A bored expression crossed his features as he looked to the side.
“Hmm. Pity. I was craving some Enchiladies. Or maybe some Bratwurst…”
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you at his disappointment (and terrible puns). Alastor’s pupils slid back to you as his lips eventually curled up mischievously at the sound of your laughter. It was hard to stay upset in your company, he was always happy to get a smile or a laugh from you. His chest puffed out like a proud bird for a moment before turning his head back to you.
“Well then my dear,” he began, quirking up an eyebrow at you, “If you’re not in the market for that type of ingredient…” he tilted his head, “Then what is it that you seek~?” Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and now he had to know everything. Realizing you really weren’t getting out of this, you shake your head in defeat.
“Well… I’ve heard of this wild mushroom that only grows in the Gluttony ring. Apparently it can enhance the taste of any dish you cook it in.” you began. Alastor’s gaze never wavered from you, his face furrowing in fascination.
“It’s a really hard plant to harvest, and I heard a rumor that there’s a shipment coming to the Pride ring on Saturday.” Your eyes were shimmering with excitement just at the thought of it, making the Radio Demon’s pressed smile curl up ever so slightly.
“Certainly sounds intriguing,” he mused, pausing to take a sip of his whisky. He couldn’t help being entertained by your passions, and for something so simple in his eyes. After feeling the liquor burn down his throat, he spoke again.
“So tell me then, what seems to be the problem?”
Whatever sparkle in your eye seemed to cloud over, your shoulders visibly sagging. “I heard it’s only being sold in the Black Market.”
Not that piqued Alastor’s interest.
Everyone knew of the famed Black Market. The term was quite popular in the human realm, and was quickly brought down to the depths of Hell. It was a large bazaar deep in the city of the Pride Realm, where booths and trade stalls were set up and demons and imps alike could scrounge through to find rare and unique items. And although it was quite popular, it was also in one of the shadiest parts of town. Although Hell was known for all of its illegal activity, the Black Market was acclaimed for it. Looking for weapons to kill an Overlord? Or drugs so strong the effects would last for a week? It would be found there.
“... I still don’t understand what the problem is, my dear.” Alastor’s eyebrows furrowed in visible confusion. You eventually regarded him with a similar face, not understanding how someone so brilliant didn’t seem to understand the stakes at hand. You took a deep breath, palms pressed together as if praying for patience before giving him a serious look.
“Al.” You spoke tartly, your pressed hands now pointing to him, “I know something like the Black Market would be, like, a walk in the park for you.” His eyebrows raised in amusement before you continued, “But if I went? A lone female with no means to defend herself?? I would become a blood smear on the wall.” You lifted your arms to the wall beside you before flopping your arms down in defeat. You sighed and gave him a weak smile. “Trust me, as much as I want to get that ingredient, it’s not worth risking my life for it.”
Alastor stared at you intently for a full minute.
Then burst into laughter.
You had to blink back your surprise at his sudden reaction, albeit a strange one. You honestly didn’t expect him to find joy in your death. Then again, he always found pleasure when it came to killing. Maybe you were just too naive to think he wouldn’t enjoy yours as well? You weren’t really too sure how to respond, but thankfully Alastor spoke up before you had the chance.
“Ohhh my dear,” he sighed happily, “Is that all? Now really, there’s no need to fret over something that has such a simple solution!” Alastor set his glass down on the table, then clasped his hands together in his lap as he sat up straight.
“If you don’t wish to go alone, then allow me to accompany you.”
You immediately perked up at his words, almost unable to believe it. You had to admit, the thought had crossed your mind. But you knew how busy Alastor’s weekends were, and you didn’t want to waste his time on something so silly. Besides, you knew the dangers of the Market; the horror stories you had heard over the years. You knew Alastor could defend himself, but still… You didn’t want to take any risks. Not when it came to him.
“No, Al,” you started, “I couldn’t ask that of you. I don’t want to put you in any danger-!”
You were immediately cut off by one of the demon’s long fingers pressing up against your lips. The Overlord leaned in close to you, grin snarled and eyes closed tightly.
“Trust me, mon passereau,” he chuckled darkly, “If anyone were to ever try anything…” his scarlet eyes immediately flashed open, his pupils now black and shaped like dials as the static in his voice distorted, “ł₮ ł₴₦'₮ ₥Ɏ ₴₳₣Ɇ₮ⱠɎ ɎØɄ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ ฿Ɇ ₩ØⱤⱤłɆĐ ₳฿ØɄ₮.”
You felt a shiver run down your spine as the lights flickered, radio waves screeched and the controls behind him clicked and flipped. And in a snap, the room flipped back to normal as Radio Demon sat up straight again, eyes once again crimson and smiling as if nothing had happened.
“Besides~!” he continued, his voice now unsettlingly chipper, “It’s been at least a decade or so since I’ve last been to the famed Black Market. It would be intriguing to see how much has changed!”
You watched him carefully and felt your heart-rate begin to increase. Ever since you had heard of the toadstool, you had been dreaming of using it in your cooking. And now for this dream to be so close; you could almost taste it… But you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Not yet. You felt like such a broken record, but you had to be certain. You looked up at him shyly, feeling your fingers fidget nervously.
“Alastor… Are you sure about this?”
Said demon looked down at you, eyes flicking from your face to your hands, then back. Finally, he began to shake his head mirthfully, reaching over and giving your head a gentle pat.
“My dear,” he tutted, “I wouldn't even be offering if it was something I truly did not want to do. I insist.” He then rose from his chair and towered over you before extending a hand.
“I promise I can guarantee your safety. That is, if you’ll have me.”
You looked at his hand in awe before lifting your head up to him. There you were, already crestfallen with defeat and ready to give up. But then Alastor came along, and he wanted to help make your silly little dream a reality. Your heart bloomed in warmth for the man standing before you. Seriously, you were so freaking happy he was in your life. With a tender smile, you extend your hand and place it in his outstretched one.
“Of course Alastor. Always.”
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Most of the clothes you wore around the hotel weren’t that flattering.
For starters, you didn’t want anything with excessive frills or cloth that could potentially snag in a cupboard or catch fire over a stove. Also, you didn’t ever want to wear anything nice in case it gets torn or stained in the kitchen. Most of the time, you were in either jeans/stretchy pants, and a t-shirt/tank top. Because if it got ruined at work, it was no biggie.
But now, as you were getting ready for your outing with Alastor, you were quickly realizing just how much of a biggie it was.
You tore through your drawers frantically, trying to find something that didn’t have holes in it, or a previous stain, or heaven forbid, a cringe worthy graphic printed on it. Fuck, you really wish you had taken up Angel’s offer earlier that month to go on a shopping spree. You made a quick mental note to ask him about it next weekend. If he saw your wardrobe now he’d disown you as his bestie.
As you raked through your closet, you felt like a complete dumbass. For God’s sake, you were just going to the market with your friend. It shouldn’t matter what the Hell you wore; it’s not like this was a formal outing. Nevertheless, you decided you still wanted to look nice for once. This was the first time the two of you would be together outside of the hotel. And that felt like a special enough reason to dress up and not look like a fast food worker after a 12 hour shift.**
Eventually, you managed to find a simple, short black dress tucked in the very back of your closet. You could work with this. After scrounging through your bathroom drawers, you manage to find an old metal hair stick and use that to wrap your locks into a cute messy bun. And with some modest jewelry to help accent, you were finally satisfied enough with your appearance. Given what you were working with, this was the most presentable you were going to get. With a final nod in the mirror, you grab your purse and lock the door behind you.
You make your way down to the lobby where you had both agreed to meet up. As you exited the elevator, you could see Alastor’s proud profile already standing by the front doors, microphone in hand and back straight. He seemed to be looking towards the side, but as you approached him, his scarlet eyes slid over to your form. You come to a stop and look up at him, your hands clasped in front of you and waiting.
His eyes flicked over your body, his face unchanging as he took in your appearance. For a moment you felt your face getting hot, and had to look away from embarrassment; was this too much? Maybe you should’ve just stuck to your regular pants and t-shirt…
“From chef to charmante, you truly are a sight for sore eyes my dear.”
You looked up to him again and blinked in surprise. His expression was pleasant as he stared at you; his smile soft and genuine. You felt your heart leap into your throat at the compliment, and couldn’t help the warm smile creep up your face. And it was peaceful between you both for a moment…
Before the Asshole decided to ruin the moment.
“And here I was beginning to think you didn’t know how to dress yourself. How relieved I am to be wrong for once…” he teased, his soft smile twisting into a mischievous grin and eyes crinkling with impish delight.
Your hand moved quicker than light as you lightly backhanded his bicep, your face scrunched and glaring daggers at him. The Radio Demon snickered as his static buzzed happily, not at all flinching at the assault and most likely already prepared for the blow. After having a good chuckle to your dismay, Alastor stood up straight again and dusted off his arms, his smile still wide and wicked.
“You’re lucky I enjoy your company y/n,” he stated, straightening his jacket, “If any other demon were to strike an Overlord, they would never see the light of day again.” He looked down and quirked an eyebrow at you, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that grin off his face.
“Honestly, between getting ridiculed daily or being slaughtered, I’m not sure which is the worse fate…” you huff, straightening up and crossing your arms. Alastor chuckled at your quip, and eventually, you felt your shoulders relax and smile betray you. As his sniggers died down, he took a step towards you, his expression once again calm as he looked down at you.
“Well my dear,” he mused, “Now I can understand why you would want my protection for our little outing...” His pupils fell to your body, scanning slowly all the way to your legs. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Eventually, his scarlet eyes flicked back up to your face, and you couldn’t dismiss the hunger behind them.
“The wolves would be more than happy to ravish such a delicacy.”
??!??!?!!
You had to remind yourself to breathe. Suddenly breathing was something you had to think about. Your mouth felt so dry, and you knew for a fact your face was probably beet red. What the actual fuck was that. Alastor had given you compliments before, but that… That was at a level you had never experienced before. Did he actually find you attractive?? Jesus Christ, was this friendly outing actually a date??
... Fuck, did you want this to be a date???
You could feel your brain short circuiting.
Alastor’s smile curved upward at the sight of your reddened cheeks. He bent down at his waist in a bow and extended a hand, making your eyes focus back to him.
“Shall we be on our way dearest?”
You looked at his clawed hand, then back to him. He had to be teasing you. There was no way he had actually meant what he had said earlier. This is what he always did; this was what your friendship was basically built on. You mentally scolded yourself for actually falling for his goading.
Please. As if.
You sighed and shook your head, feeling a smile creep up your lips at the absurdity of it all. You weren’t going to fall for it. Not this time. Finally, you look up at him and extend your hand, gently placing it in Alastors. You give him a calm, yet cocky look.
“Lead the way.”
Alastor’s eyebrows shot upward amusingly as he raised his other hand. And with a snap of his fingers, you both vanished from the lobby.
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You couldn’t contain your gasp of amazement when you laid eyes on the Black Market.
It was everything you could’ve imagined. There were dozens of rows crammed full with booths and vendors stretching as far as the eye could see. Tall skyscrapers framed the entire bazaar, yet were covered from sight by the tarps, blankets and open umbrellas hanging overhead to provide shade. The market was bustling with all creatures of life; demons, imps, and hellhounds alike. Either trying to sell their wares and cheat someone of their life savings, or excited buyers chittering away and browsing all that was offered.
“How exhilarating~!” the Overlord grinned, looking out at the spectacle with bright eyes, “I had forgotten how appealing this place was. This is going to be quite the escapade.” Alastor happily turned his head to you, extending his elbow to you and giving a cocky grin. You looked between him and his arm, unsure of his intentions. His smile widened.
“I guaranteed your safety during this outing did I not? We don’t want to risk separation in this maze. Now then,” he leaned in closer, stretching his arm out further, “Shall we~?”
You couldn’t help the smile spread across your face; always ever the gentleman. You looked to him pleasantly, looping your arm in his and giving a determined nod. And with that, Alastor took the lead as you ventured deep into the market.
The variety of items for sale was incomprehensible. Antiques, produce, jewelry, weapons, and of course, second hand items. And boy, did you desperately want to peruse it all. But of course, you came here for one reason and one reason alone. And as thrilling as this all was, you knew you couldn’t be too charmed by the wonders of the market. This was how the ne'er do wells prayed on their victims. It would be easy for a demon to go missing amongst all the busyness and exhilaration. In this place, dark deals were struck and souls were either sealed or stolen. And you couldn’t be distracted by frivolous things.
Get in, get the mushrooms, and get out.
At least. That was your initial plan.
Alastor seemed to have other ideas.
This mother fucker strolled through the booths as if it was a Sunday afternoon, guiding you along and stopping on occasion to peruse. He would converse with the various sellers and happily turn to you, either showing off what he found or telling stories when something reminded him of a memory. He kept a firm grip on your arm, meaning you had no choice but to follow along with his meandering.
At first your nerves were on edge, eyes darting around anxiously, body tense, and flinching at every obnoxious sound. Alastor seemed to notice, and at some point, gave your hand on his arm a gentle pat. It was a simple gesture, and when he did it, he wasn’t even focused on you, instead speaking with another vendor. But you appreciated him acknowledging your nerves and attempting to calm you without drawing attention. The action and thought behind it was more than enough to comfort and assure you that you had nothing to worry about.
Eventually, you could feel your muscles relax once you realized no one would lay a finger on you with the Radio Demon by your side. As time trickled on, you became more confident, and even began to enjoy yourself and forget about any potential dangers. This was probably the only chance you’d ever get to come to the Black Market with as much protection as you did, so you might as well milk it for what it was worth.
At one point, you let go of his arm to toss on a pair of crazy glasses and throw a feather boa over your shoulders, striking a pose and cracking a joke. The Overlord seemed impressed with your new found confidence, and was more than happy to join in on the banter. And immediately tease your new look.
“If this is what you consider a correction for your fashion sense, perhaps my little songbird is more of a dodo~”
You tried to place an old fedora on his head and force him in on the fun, but the party pooper wouldn’t allow it. Snarling at the wretched thing and not even wanting to know how many disgusting sinners it had been on. And honestly, you couldn’t blame him for that, but you knew despite the venom in his smile, his eyes were dancing.
It wasn’t long until you were the one leading the way, zipping from booth to booth like a child on Christmas as Alastor followed closely behind. He had noticed you had dropped your guard, which was honestly what he had wanted all along. You had been working so hard, you deserved a fun day out on the town. He was glad to see that by demonstrating how safe it was, it would allow you to relax and fully enjoy the experience.
But now it was his turn to keep watch, his back straight and eyes carefully scanning. Of course, the Black Market was nothing but child's play for him. But for a simple sinner like yourself? He could understand why you were hesitant to come. Especially given your radiant personality; one that could attract sinners and imps alike like a moth to a flame.
And of course, as you practically beamed through the lanes, it didn’t take long for you to capture the attention of others. Eventually, you became so carefree, you didn’t even notice the times when certain demons would eye you up and down hungrily. Or the one hellhound who even attempted to snatch your purse.
But they were dealt with swiftly; black tentacles impaling, slashing, and ensuring that no one would ever dare lay a finger on you.
At one point you turned to him and noticed his smile was sharper than before and his scarlet pupils shining with glee. You had asked what he found so entertaining, but he simply patted your head and assured you it was nothing, quickly changing the subject by distracting you with the wares of the next booth over.
About an hour or so into your adventure, you were a couple of steps ahead of Alastor when one booth in particular caught your eye. Filled with mugs, kettles, spoons, and coffee machines, you were instantly reminded of your deer friend and your wonderful morning chats. Especially the one you had that very first morning, it was honestly the very beginning of what would become your close relationship. You vaguely remembered him mentioning not being able to brew that perfect cup…
An idea popped in your head.
You whipped your head around to quickly look behind and caught Alastor making his way towards you. You didn’t have enough time to peruse and find something, and you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You’d have to find an opportunity later to come back in secret. But for now, you had to distract him.
You jog back to the Radio Demon and casually mention wanting to focus on the search for the mushroom stall, using the guise to pull him along further and away from the particular vendor. Alastor cocked an eyebrow at you, but eventually agreed that it was time to start looking for the rumored toadstool. He linked his arm with you once more and continued walking forward, unaware of you taking mental notes and memorizing landmarks.
Finally, after about twenty minutes of serious searching, you were able to locate the booth with the mushrooms. You recognized them by their iridescent blue shimmer, similar to what you had seen online, and your heart leapt with delight. You were practically bouncing on your feet, pointing excitedly and rambling like a dork while Alastor smiled in amusement. A line had started to form; clearly you weren’t the only ones aware of their magical properties, and you immediately zipped to the back, Alastor casually strolling behind.
“Well my dear,” he mused, leaning to the side to look ahead, “Given the amount of demons ahead of us, I’m afraid we’ll have to wait a little while.” He looked back at you expecting you to be crestfallen or pout, but you happily shook your head.
“Trust me,” you smiled up at him, “I’ve waited years already to get my hands on one of these things. Another fifteen minutes is nothing.” You glanced at the line ahead of you and did some quick calculations. You would likely be waiting for fifteen, twenty minutes? Would that be enough time to perhaps…?
As much as you were excited to be so close to achieving your goal, your mind was focused on something else. This could be your chance. This might be the only one you get today, and it could be the perfect opportunity… You had to take it.
“Actually…” you drawled, “I saw some really nice clothes in one of the booths we passed… could you wait here for me while I check it out real quick??” Alastors eyes immediately narrowed and brows furrowed.
“I wouldn’t recommend that dearest,” he stated, eyes flicking around his surroundings before focusing back on you, “I know we’ve had a lovely afternoon, but I must remind you of the shadows that lurk in the darkness. It wouldn’t be wise to leave my line of sight.”
Shit. You were afraid this would happen. And you knew deep down he wasn’t wrong. But you felt so strongly about this, and it would only be for a few minutes. What was the worst that could happen? You hide your inner turmoil with a cheeky grin.
“Al, you straight up said I need new clothes,” you razz, raising a brow at him. To this, the Overlord huffed.
“I would hardly call second-hand filth an improvement…” he muttered, nose wrinkling at the sheer thought. You couldn’t help the snort escape your nose, but you pressed on.
“C’mon Alastor, please??” you were practically begging at this point, “I don’t want to lose our spot in line, and the booth was just around the corner. I promise I’ll be super quick.” You gave him a pleading look in hopes to help convince him.
Alastor’s face scrunched up in disgust at your soppy expression, but soon softened to contemplation as he looked at you. His eyebrows were tight in thought, clearly thinking hard about his answer and how to proceed. A good minute passed before the deer demon finally sighed and his head fell. You felt your breath catch in anticipation. His head rose to meet your gaze, his eyes sharp and serious.
“Take this with you.” He stated, lifting his left arm and offering you his microphone. You felt your eyes widen in surprise, eyes flicking between the staff and him. You knew how important his mike was; it was always on his person or a conjuring away. You had never known him to be without it.
“Al… Are you sure?” you breathed, completely thrown off guard by this gesture. But he lifted the staff closer to you, emphasizing his words with this action.
“I would feel better knowing I have direct contact with you should anything happen.” he spoke, “If for whatever reason you need me, simply say my name into it. And I’ll know where to find you.”
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Now you felt completely awful about lying to your friend, especially if he was entrusting you with this. But you really wanted to do this. It was for him. And now, with this added protection, you knew you would have nothing to worry about.
You slowly raised your hands and gently grasped the staff, feeling the power practically buzzing through it. You were just about to pull it away when Alastor suddenly yanked it towards him, making you gasp in shock as you were pulled closer to him, now only mere inches from his face. Your heart was beating like a drum as his piercing eyes bore into you.
“Don’t make me regret this decision y/n.”
Whether this was about him entrusting you with his staff, or about letting you venture off on your own, you weren’t sure. But his tone was firm, commanding. Either way, you knew he was dead serious. You would’ve been scared if it weren’t for his grim eyes softening for a fraction of a second. Your heart bled for a moment before giving him a determined nod, acknowledging his statement. With a blink, he rose back up to his full height, his expression now calm, but his smile weak. You pulled the microphone tight to your chest, your smile cheek to cheek with enthusiasm.
You took a second to dig through your purse and place some money in his clawed hand, in case he reached the front of the booth before you returned. He protested for a moment, claiming he could very well afford to buy produce, thank-you-very-much. But you ignored his grumbling, insisting that they were your mushrooms, therefore you would pay for them. After making sure he had enough, you turned to run back to the previous stalls. But before you could make it far, you turned back and cast one final glance at the Radio Demon. Alastor was still watching you, his brows furrowed and grin tight. You smiled and called out to him, giving a reassuring wave.
“Thank you Alastor! I’ll be back before you know it!!”
The deer demon said nothing in return, simply giving you a single nod. His expression made you worry for a moment, inner fears pricking your mind. Was this really a good idea? But you thought back to everything Alastor had ever done for you. The laughter and thrill he brought into your previously dull afterlife. Your grip on his staff tightened; you knew you would be safe. Just holding the microphone was enough to make you feel more confident. You wouldn’t be alone; a piece of him was here with you.
Everything would be ok.
Before you could think about it any further, you turned on your heel and ran, disappearing into the crowd and venturing off on your own.
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Feysand x reader: Girls night
A/N: I sometimes forget that I’m capable of writing fluff? Or just a general fic with no smutty undertones and it’s quite a refreshing realisation!
Warnings: slight sexual undertones but nothing else :)
“Oh my gods.”
Feyre stares with wide eyes at the wine seeping into your dress. “I am so sorry!”
She grabs you by your upper arm, pulling you from the counter and up the stairs toward her bedroom. Well, her and Rhys’ room. Since they sleep together. And are married. And most importantly, mates.
You watch as your High Lady flings open one of her closets, rummaging through for something suitable for you to change into. Hastily, she pulls out a large top—far too big for either of you. She glances between you and her closet, debating how long it will take her to find something else that will work.
The shirt will have to do.
“Here,” she offers, walking over to you. “Put this on. I’ll remove the colour then it’ll go in the wash to be properly cleaned.”
“Are you sure? I can just—”
“Hurry! I’ll never look you in the eye again if I know I stained one of your dresses!” Your lips quirk up at her exaggeration, but lift the flowy fabric over your head, leaving you in a small set of underthings.
You’ve changed in the same room before, but something’s more subdued this time.
Her blue-grey eyes dip, only for a moment, to get and eyeful of your breasts. But then they remain where they are. She doesn’t drag her gaze away, and it’s just you before her, in nothing but a bra and matching underwear.
Her hand raises, tracing her finger over the roundness of your right breast. “I haven’t seen this one before?” Her thumb brushes over its peak—right over your nipple—and it’s an effort not to emit a tiny sound of pleasure at the ticklish touch. “Where’d you get it from?”
You swallow, and her eyes mark the roll of your throat. “You know the one,” you reply, surprised to find your voice is smooth and even. “Opposite the restaurant that’s a little down from Rita’s?”
“Ohhh,” she hums, fixated by the pretty lace adorning your skin. “That one.”
Then her fingers are dipping abruptly to the front of your underwear, hooking beneath their seam, and snapping the band against your skin. You flinch, flushing at the intimate act of chastisement. Her eyes narrow teasingly, “you went without me? I though we did all our shopping together?”
You groan, but smile, “Mor’s really rubbing off on you, you know that?”
“Is that who you went with? Did you go with Mor?”
You peer at her, features seemingly a little tense. “What?” You laugh, shaking your head, “no.” The strain seems to seep from her shoulders, and she manages a laugh, “good.”
“Good?” You look at her questioningly.
“That’s our thing,” she explains, “our girls trip out.”
“Ah,” you nod, smiling now, “I see. Rhys is also rubbing off on you.” She gives you a look, and you gently pry the shirt from her fingers as she watches you intently. “So territorial,” you laugh teasingly, donning the item of clothing.
She blinks, once, in surprise. “Gods,” she mutters, “I am.” A surprised laugh bubbles up from your throat and her eyes spark at the sound, grinning softly.
“You look good in that shirt,” she says, softly, thumbing the buttons of the shirt. “Yeah?” You ask, equally quiet, peering at her. She nods, fingers tracing downward—between the shape of your breasts. Acutely aware of the descending path.
“Well, hello there.”
You jump, taking a hasty step back, while Feyre merely looks a bit disappointed. “Feyre was just letting me borrow some clothing since my dress was…compromised,” you explain, fairly succinctly. Rhysand nods, closing the door behind him as he walks up to his mate. His arms glides around her waist, pulling her to his side as he presses a chaste kiss to her temple.
He then turns to you, and you extend your hand—habitual, at this point—allowing him to grasp it as he presses his soft mouth to your knuckles. Violet eyes flick to yours as he pulls away, dragging down your clothed figure intently. His gaze twinkles, “is that my shirt?” Embarrassment heats your skin, burning in the pit of your stomach, as you turn to Feyre expectantly, “is it?”
Her eyes run over you again, and shrugs. “Maybe. I can never remember anymore. More than a few things of Rhys’ have ended up in my closet,” she says, frowning slightly.
“Oh,” you manage, “I’ll wear something else, then. I didn’t realise—”
“It’s fine,” Rhys cuts in, firmly. His arm tightens around Feyre’s waist, both of them watching you with an intensity you’re unaccustomed to. “Besides,” he adds, grinning slowly, “it looks good on you.” You flush with pleasure, smiling gently, “thank-you.”
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It’s a week before you see them next, while Rhys and you are in the library, searching for a book on the history of mythical creatures—records of the various legends of the beasts that perhaps once roamed the Courts.
Feyre walks in with two plates laden with food—roast potatoes with herbs and something red and spicy looking, a meat you would guess is chicken scattered with rosemary and thyme and some other seasonings you can’t distinguish, as well as some other tasty looking bits and pieces.
You sigh, standing from your crouching position, “I’ll try again next time—thanks for the help though,” you say to Rhys who’s searching the higher shelves. “I’d better get home to start on my own supper,” you add, the food sparking hunger in your stomach. “Don’t be silly,” Feyre chirps, setting the two plates on the table where a third appears at their side. “I could only carry two, and I can hear your stomach from over here, eat with us.”
You eye the plates, just as inviting as before, mouthwatering in its display of aromas. “Well, if you insist,” you laugh, not taking much convincing at all. Rhys chuckles from a few rows over, “good to know if we ever need to tempt you over, we need only offer you a hot meal and you’ll come scrambling back to us.”
“I would not scramble, Rhysand,” you huff indignantly, “I’d skitter and scamper. On eight legs.” Feyre snorts as she settles at the wooden table, cutlery and eating implements landing either side of her plate as she prepares to tuck in.
“You know, I’m not sure even in a book containing information on the known creatures of Prythian would you find one that transforms into an arachnid when lured with food,” Rhys comments, taking the seat opposite Feyre, leaving to take the head of the table. “Maybe you should have it updated, then,” you laugh, settling into you seat.
“I wonder what other strange things you would find in there,” Feyre muses softly.
An easy quiet descends as you tuck into your food—pleasant and simple. Beautiful.
It’s always easy with them.
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“That reminds me,” Feyre says, dropping you off at your own home—a couple of streets down from the River House.
You turn in your doorstep, tipping your head inquisitively.
“Do you feel comfortable around Rhys and I?” She asks, a little too casually. You narrow your eyes at her, “why? Are you propositioning me?” You flick your hair over your shoulder and bat your eyelashes at her flirtatiously. She stiffens, “no…I just…” She doesn’t usually stutter? “I wanted to make sure you don’t feel left out,” she supplies after a moment.
You watch her closely, pausing. She’s off tonight, something’s strange. “What is it?” You ask, turning to face her fully, but she shakes her head, stepping to the lower stair. “It’s nothing. I just know Rhys and I can sometimes forget other people are in the room, sometimes,” she lies, surprised how smooth the untruth is from her tongue. “Oh,” you laugh, smiling broadly, “no, it’s fine. It’s nice seeing you two be so moony-eyed over one another.”
Still, she looks like she’s considering saying something more. You raise your brows encouragingly. “I…” she begins uncertainly. Then she shakes her head again, and stands straighter. “We both enjoy your company. Greatly,” she tells you, locking eyes. You flush at the compliment, feeling a little shy, waving your hand slightly dismissively, “that’s sweet of you, Fey. I…like spending time with the two of you—it’s easy. Conversing, I mean. I don’t really have to…” You pause for thought. “I feel like I don’t have to think around you two, I can just kind of…you know?”
Feyre smiles tentatively, and it’s enough to show there’s more that she’s not saying. You’re not sure whether to push it or not—surely she’ll tell you if she wants to. But she’s also your High Lady—she’ll know how to deflect a question if it makes her uncomfortable.
So you take a small step forward. “What is it?” You repeat softly, watching her. “I can tell something’s up with you, Fey. What’s going on?” Her smile is a bit sheepish—strained. As if she’s tense. Your brow furrows. “You’re worrying me, is something wrong? Is there something I did?”
“No—no. It’s— You haven’t done anything wrong,” she smiles again, stiffly.
You just watch her steadily, then take a risk. You’re sure she’ll make it clear if she wants you to let it drop. So you move toward her, taking her hands in your own, fingers sliding into her palms smoothly—as if designed for one another. “Tell me, Fey,” you murmur, “if something’s weighing you down, I want to be there. Even if you just want a bed for the night, or a hug, or someone to have tea with in the mornings—I want you to know I can be here for you in whatever way you want.”
She looks at your intertwined hands, then back up to your eyes. Then blows out a breath. “Okay,” she sighs, “fine.” You brace yourself for whatever burden is slumping her shoulders. “Rhys and I care for you. Deeply.” You barely have time to blink before she’s pushing forward. “Differently to how friends should care for each other,” she clarifies.
“I can speak both for him and myself when I say that we would like to be more open with our affections towards you. To be more…intimate, with you.” She pauses to take in a breath, hands loose on your own, allowing you to step away should you wish. In no way threatening. “That being said, if that is not something that interests you, or it makes you uncomfortable, neither of us will ever bring it up again. Just understand we…you’re incredibly dear to both of us, and we would like nothing more than for you to requite our feelings,” she finishes.
You manage a few more blinks, then take a step away. “Oh my gods,” you murmur, staring at her. “You are propositioning me.” As soon as the words leave you mouth, you shake your head in denial. “I don’t understand. Is this a joke? Are you joking? Did I do something to make one of you uncomfortable and this is your way of figuring out if there was something behind it? By seeing if I’m romantically interested in one or both of you?”
Feyre’s brow furrows at your words. “Not at all. This…we’re both serious. I can get Rhys over if you want to talk to him, too. We thought it would be easier for you to remain calm around me, if things went unfavourably,” she explains, watching you steadily; honestly.
“You—…” You look at her, bewildered, and feeling slightly sick. It’s a lot to digest. “You… Both of you…” you begin, selecting your words carefully. “Both of you…enjoy my company?” You ask slowly, almost analytically.
The female nods gently.
“So…—I’m sorry if I’ve gotten this wrong… You’re asking about my affections toward the two of you?”
She nods again.
“Okay,” you swallow. “Okay,” you repeat, breathing deeply. Better to get it out of the way. “I’ve found myself romantically attracted to you two for some time, now. I didn’t want to say anything for obvious reasons, and you were both so kind, and lovely that I thought I could make do with watching from a distance. I’ve never wanted to attempt to split you up, or made a conscious effort to pull one of your’s attention away from the other,” you manage, speaking in a straightforward, matter-of-fact tone.
“But, if you’re saying that each of you has an…interest,” you stammer over the word, “in…also. Then…I’m open to it. To both of you.” Now you’re flushing, heart pounding.
This time Feyre blinks, processing. “You…you’re attracted to us? To both of us?”
You flush more, skin heating across your body as you shift. “I don’t want to be too graphic,” you admit, looking away from her. “But, yes,” you murmur, “I’m attracted to both of you.”
Before she has a chance to say anything, you continue, “and I’ve felt awful about it, for years. Harbouring these feelings—I didn’t want them, and they always make me feel so guilty. Like I’m a spy or something trying to worm my way into your court, or break you apart. But I swear, I’ve never wanted that,” you practically plead. “I swear on everything that is good, I’ve never consciously acted on my feelings for either of you up until now.”
She staring at you, almost disbelievingly, and you wonder if you should have just kept your mouth shut.
“So…you’d like to be with us? You…I mean,” her voice is thick and rough with emotion, “you’d like to be ours? Share our things, eat meals with us, be with us?” She swallow heavily, “share our bed?” Heat swallows your body whole as you look away and dip your head in confirmation.
“You—” she stammers, moving forward to be in your space. “May I kiss you?” She asks hoarsely. You hardly manage a nod before her shaky fingers are sliding over the nape of your neck, pressing her soft lips to your own. Both your eyes slide shut, as you rest there, basking in the feeling of one another, indulging in the heat and the softness and the wonder.
Your hands settle nervously around her waist, one hand sliding up between her shoulder blades, pressing her against you. She moves with your guide, pliant beneath your fingertips, so malleable. Her own grip tightens on you as she pushes further, slanting her mouth as she retreats then washes in on you again.
When she pulls away, you’re both more than a little shaken, more than a little breathless.
“I…would you feel fine coming back to the River House, then? Staying the night?” She asks hopefully. You blink, then nod. You’re unable to comprehend how she’s capable of speech right now. She nods to herself, mirroring your confirmation. “Okay. Yeah. Yeah, that’ll work. Though if you need time to think— Or you want to go slower, just say,” she breathes, arms still over your shoulders while yours remain around her waist.
“Will you—” You clear your hoarse throat. “Do you want to walk back, or…?”
She nods, still breathless, “I’ll take you to the front door, then.”
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You’re jittery, heart still pounding, when she winnows you to their house, opening the door and letting you inside.
“Does Rhys…” you begin, whispering. “I mean, have you told him?” Feyre shakes her head, “I can if you want?” You consider, arm linking tightly beneath her own, but then he appears in the hallway and you stiffen as his violet eyes take both of you in. His gaze weighs on your linked arms for a moment, before flicking away.
“You’re back,” he greets with a casual smile, walking toward the two of you. “Feyre convince you stay the night for some reading again?” He asks, stopping a little way from you both. Your eyes flick to Feyre’s but she nods toward Rhys, encouraging. You swallow thickly, eyes darting about before returning to his. “Feyre was…well, we were talking, and…and she said—well, it was a bit confusing. Not in general, but at first— I mean, we chatted, about…some things, and, well…” your arm tightens on Feyre’s and you feel heat flushing your skin with embarrassment and humiliation at your stammering.
You turn to Feyre, “I’m sorry. Can you do it? I don’t know how to…” you trail off, looking at her pleadingly. She smiles broadly, then turns her attention to a puzzling Rhysand. “She said yes.” You manage a tight-lipped smile as the male’s eyes widen a little, taking you in with a different intent.
But then his arms a spreading and Feyre’s letting you go as his hands wrap over your shoulders and he pulls you tight into his warmth, nose pressing into your hair as he takes in your scent. Behind you Feyre laughs softly at the sight, then Rhys is pulling her in too, and your front is pressed tight against his chest, while she’s firmly at your back, and you swear you could melt into a puddle of happiness between them.
“You’re really…” Rhys asks hoarsely into your hair, Feyre’s arm looping over your stomach while her free hand strokes the male’s upper arm soothingly. You nod into his chest gently, careful not to knock him, “yeah.” Your voice is raspy but you don’t care, not as Feyre holds both of you tighter, and Rhys presses a kiss to your hair. One of his hands brushes a stray strand from your cheek, pushing it back over your pointed ear, before curving around Feyre’s nape, keeping all three of you together.
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Support System pt. 7
MASTERLIST
CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6
Roy Kent x Reader
Little wait for this one, I wanted Chapter 6 to marinade a bit 😂
More spicy spice so enjoy!
Chapter 7
The next day you were again woken shortly before 4am again with a breathtaking kiss.
“Oi, not fair. Did you know I’m statistically less prepared to defend myself from some weirdo attacking me at this stupid time in the morning?” You roll over, mumbling into the pillow. You remember that he doesn't even need to be awake, "also, why the hell are you awake? Go back to sleep. You’ve got a match later." He doesn't respond, so you open one eye,
"How do you know that?" He asks, pulling you against him.
"Saw it on Tiktok. Sleep now." You nudge him, wiggling back down.
"Stop wiggling." He says, his voice low in your ear. You stop, and close your eyes but after a few minutes it's clear that you are, unfortunately, awake. You sigh. "What now?"
"You woke me up." You complain. “If you think I’m going to be woken up at 4am every morning, you are very much mistaken,” he slips a hand over your thigh, pulls your leg up and hooks it back over his own, opening you up to him. His hand comes back around to your centre, “I will just never spend a night with you again and-” you cut off with a gasp as he slips two fingers inside you and pumps so agonisingly slowly,
“You were sayin’?” He kisses the back of your neck and you arch your body towards him.
“I’m not staying again.”
“No?” You feel him rock hard against your back and your willpower is all but gone. “Sure about that?”
“No, ohhh fuck, Roy-”
“No,” he laughs softly, “didn’t think so.” You roll onto your back and pull him over you, pressing your heels into the back of his thighs to guide him into you. It’s still so dark in his room that you can hardly see him so you let your hands lead you. Up his arms, over his broad back, down to squeeze his thigh, back up and into his hair. He matches you with each roll of your hips. It’s slow and lazy and there’s so little space between you both that the friction is to die for. The darkness makes you both quieter, his whispered affirmations, praise and moans are dizzying. He takes you over the edge with him and you’re both asleep again almost instantly.
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Roy had suggested that you stay again. He had said that while pressed against the glass of a shared shower with you on your knees for him, though. His hands had tangled in your hair and he'd garbled promises you weren't sure he'd remember in five minutes, let alone five hours so you weren’t actually sure where you were staying that night. You were going to the match at midday with Sara and Phoebe which meant coded conversations over Phoebe’s head.
“Go on then.” She prompts.
“What?”
“No.” She points, “no. I got blank stares from him yesterday until I mentioned your name and he went all doe eyed. What’s going on?”
“If you’ve spoken with him then surely you already know?” You suggest, trying not to smile. She glares at you and you’re suddenly worried that she’s not ok with any of this. “Ok, fine. I popped in to see him the other night after I’d taken Lex to her dads… I may have stayed the night. And last night as well. And possibly tonight - yet to be confirmed.” You had to whisper most of your reply so Phoebe didn’t catch on. “Shit, are you mad?"
"No! Fuck, sorry, it's the Kent genes - resting bitch face. God, I'm not mad! I have like 1000 questions - at least 997 I don't want to know the answer to since,” she dropped to a dramatic whisper, “he's my brother.” She grinned and gestured down to Phoebe, “She’s going to be so happy!” She mouthed. “Are you ok? I mean, I’m assuming the answer is yes, since you stayed more than one night and didn’t leave immediately?” She cackled. You nod, stealing a glance down at the pitch as the halftime whistle sounds. Roy turns to the stands as the teams filter off the pitch to catch your eye.
“Yeah, so far so good. It’s… different.” Sara cocks an eyebrow.
“Now I’m in torn territory - do I want to know or not?” You wave her off,
“No! I mean, yes, that’s very different too - I’m not used to feeling so…” you flap your hands around a bit, trying to find the right words, “wanted?” you whisper. “In all ways. But y’know, it’s very, very early days. I have no idea what’s going to happen, or how it’s going to go. I’m just trying to protect myself, and Lexie.” She smiles at you,
“I think you wouldn’t have gone over there if you were that unsure. You wouldn’t just, y’know, do that with anybody. And neither would he.” She points out.
“Yeah?”
“Remember what we said at the beach? Honestly, that’s not his style.” You know it’s true so you concede and carry on with watching the match. The team wins - they’re so close to winning the whole thing, the whole town feels like it’s on tenterhooks.
“Congratulations.” You smile after the match, you can see in how he clenches and unclenches his fist that he wants to touch you, but Phoebe is bouncing up and down on his other arm chattering on about how she can’t wait to see Jamie.
“We’re going back to mums, you coming?”
“Only if you want me there?” Phoebe spots Jamie through the crowd and races after him, Sara has to book it after her. His hand finds the small of your back guiding you over to them,
“I want you every fucking where.” He whispers in your ear as you reach the others. You have a fun but fraught afternoon, Jamie comes too and you can see how he keeps engaging Phoebe. You're not sure whether it’s a help or hindrance having him around. He keeps Phoebe and her nan occupied enough that Roy can use any excuse to find little ways to touch you, but he’s also very perceptive and can’t seem to fathom why one of Phoebe’s friend’s mums is there. Sara claims you as her best friend and it appeases him. You’re very nearly caught with Roy’s hand halfway up your top in the far end of the kitchen but just as Jamie is about to turn and see you, Phoebe calls out to him to get his attention. By the time he turns back around, there’s a couple of strategic metres between you both. Your phone buzzes late on with a message.
Please tell me you’re stopping at mine again. You smirk and fire off a reply,
Is that you asking nicely?
I asked nicely this morning
Surprised you can remember anything you said this morning
I remember everything about this morning
You look up to see him trying to hide a smile behind his beer bottle. You’re barely inside the front door when he’s backing you against the wall and there’s probably some kind of record beaten in just how quickly he makes you come.
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The kids are back at school, you haven’t enjoyed a 4am wake up for three days, you’re still jobless, you’re expected at a gala with Roy’s co-workers in two days, and you still haven’t found anything to wear. He’s offered his card (multiple times) for you to ‘buy whatever the fuck you want as long as I can take it off’. Switchover day for Lexie is tomorrow, closely followed by the gala. It’s been a busy few days so despite school runs you haven’t even seen Roy for a good few days. Sara has collected Lexie on your behalf so you swing by on your way home to pick her up. You peek around to say hello to the girls sprawled out on the sofa and then you’re dragged to the far end of the kitchen.
“So the Gala huh?"
"He told you?"
"He said you were stressing over what to wear, suggested I take you to find something while he hangs out with the kids this evening." At that, the front door opened. "I'll let you have a couple of minutes alone since you haven't seen each other for such a long time." She rolled her eyes in jest.
"You're both sneaky." You point out as Roy's arms wrap around you.
"Not true," he says into your ear. "Thanks, dickhead." He smiles at his sister. Sara gives him a little salute and grabs some snacks to take to the girls. You turn in his arms, "Fuck, I missed you."
"I missed you. Had to watch that press conference for a fix, and then you made me cry." You laugh.
"I need to try and keep my hands off you for half a week. Think I’ll manage as long as they're on you as much as possible for the other half a week."
"Deal." You may have been apart for half a week, but you've spoken every day. 'Lexie' days are in his calendar for at least the next few weeks. "I have a big problem." You whisper, he looks down between you both making you snigger. "No, you idiot. My problem is that it's been way too long since you last kissed me."
"Shit, that is a big problem," he agrees.
"It gets worse," you pause for dramatic effect, "If you do it now, I'm not going to want you to stop and we'll get in trouble with your sister and the kids."
"I mean, that sounds like a problem for you more than me. Cos I'm going to fucking kiss you anyway."
"You have to be in charge of stopping then." He's halfway to kissing you when he stops,
"I think I like the sound of that a bit too much." You smirk and meet him in the middle, snaking your arms around his neck.
“Right, that’s time up.” Sara came back through with her eyes covered. “We’ve got to go and get you something wonderful to wear.” Roy reluctantly lets you go with a final kiss, and then goes to make his presence known with the girls. You’re barely out the door when they’ve put a tiara on his head.
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You’re not having much luck with a dress.
“This one?” You step out of the changing room for what feels like the millionth time.
“Nah, too plain.”
“I hate this. Is it too late to just not go?” You go back behind the curtain and take the dress off. There’s two more left to try, one baby pink and one royal blue. Chelsea blue you think, taking the dress from the hanger.
“You can’t not go, he wants you there. Plus, think of the afterparty” She winks before making a fake vomiting sound. “God, it pains me to have to think about my brother in this context.”
“Ha! Sorry. Oh holy fucking shit.” You squeak.
“What? Ugh it’s not the pink one is it? I only picked that one up because the sales assistant suggested it. Is it gross?” She laughs. You step out of the changing room and her jaw drops. “Fucking hell. Hang on, stay there, what’s your shoe size?”
“6, why?” She disappears back into the shop and is back in a matter of seconds,
“I saw these on our way in here. They’re perfect.” She hands you the highest gold glitter heels you’ve ever seen and you step up into them, holding her hands for balance. She steps well back to take in the full effect. “That’s it - that’s the one. And it’s Chelsea blue, he’s going to lose his fucking mind.” You look in the full length mirror,
“The slit?”
“Is perfect, stop worrying.”
“The neckline?”
“He’s seen you naked love, it’s perfect. You are wearing the shit out of it.”
“It costs half my mortgage Sara!” You look at the tag.
“If I recall correctly, I’m under strict instructions to tell you - and this is word for word, obviously, ‘that’s not your fucking problem, buy the dress’. Such an eloquent man, my brother.” You’re torn,
“I’m not a charity case Sara,”
“I know. Look, he does this, it’s not about the money or thinking you're not independent or any of that shit. What it boils down to for him is that he’s taking away something that’s worrying you - he does it for me. Like picking Phoebe up from school for me, or training Jamie at 4am every sodding day. He finds the thing that’s worrying the people he cares about, and he tries to fix it.” Your eyes swim with tears and you hold your hands up in defeat.
“Ok, I get it. Worry eliminated.”
“Atta girl. Now, let’s go home.”
“I got rejections from the two interviews I had last week.” You tell her suddenly, the words tumbling from you.
“Ohh lovely, come here,” she pulled you into a hug and you cry on her shoulder,
“I just feel like such an idiot, why did I quit with nothing to go to? And I don’t want Roy to think I’m some sort of golddigger.”
“Why would he think that? He might be a total knob sometimes, but he’s not an idiot. I take it you haven’t told him yet?” You shake your head.
“Come on. Let’s go, a Roy Kent cuddle makes everything better.” You smile at her,
“A Sara one is pretty good too. Thank you.”
Roy has one child snuggled up on either side of him with a bowl of popcorn on his lap and Encanto on when you get back to Sara’s. You manage to take a very quick photo before any of them spots you.
“Mum!”
“Hiya poppet. Ready to go?”
“I’ll take you.” You flash him a smile,
“Thank you.” You pack Lexie’s stuff up and say goodbye to Sara and Phoebe, and are outside your front door all too soon. For some reason, Lexie is lingering around the front door so you're forced to wave Roy off with a smile.
“Laters Lex.”
“See ya Roy,” she grins at him. He disappears up the path and you start hustling her upstairs to get ready for bed. She’s still jumping on your bed when the door goes again.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back - start getting ready for your bath please.” You nip down the stairs and pull open the door. Roy Kent is back on your doorstep. “Oh my god, are you the Roy Kent? The really fit coach for Richmond?” You ask excitedly.
“Depends, can I have a kiss if I say yes?”
“Depends how long you make me wait for another one.”
“Tomorrow any good for you?” He leans on the doorframe.
“I can do tomorrow.”
“Good.”
“Good.” You tug at the bottom of his t-shirt and he steals an arm around your back to pull you into a deep, crushing kiss.
“Tomorrow?” He asks when he’s finally let you go. You can hear Lexie still jumping on the bed upstairs. You let your fingertips brush against the soft skin of his stomach underneath his t-shirt, making him shiver.
“See you tomorrow.” You give him a final kiss and let him go.
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You don't have to look far to see him the next evening, but it's still a surprise - he's parked up at the station and is out of the car, leaning against the door waiting to pick you up.
"Get in the fucking car." He grins, pulling you into a kiss as soon as you are in arms reach. "Ted had to ask me three times today if I was paying attention." You turn in your seat to look at him fully,
"Oh come on, that's bullshit!"
"It's true. Had to threaten to punch dicks - they all said I was too fucking happy and I was being
weird. I think Jamie’s onto me."
"Uhoh. Is the grumpy persona being destroyed?"
"Only around you." He puts a hand on your thigh while he drives, stopping off at yours. “Get some stuff, I don’t want to have to lose you for an hour every bloody morning.” He grumbles. You collect the things you know you’ll need. When you get to his place, he's already cooked.
"I could get used to this," you tease. "So this gala," you ask over some gorgeous Mediterranean vegetable dish, "your co-workers will all be there?"
"They will." He confirms, waiting for you to continue.
"And your ex?" you add quietly.
"Keeley will be there, yes." You nod, pushing your food around your plate.
"I met her once." He's still watching you, dinner finished with.
"Yeah?"
"I had to run an event she came to for work. She was really sweet."
"She is. I think you'll like her." He smiles reassuringly.
“And you're sure you want me to meet these people? Your people?”
“Yes, I am.” He said firmly. “You don’t have to tell any of ‘em about us - tell them whatever you want. They can take the piss out of me as much as they like. I really don't give a shit." He continues to reassure you in a number of exhilarating ways for the rest of the night. He leaves you at 4am yet again with a kiss that has your body clenching on nothing, desperate again for his touch. You’re half awake when he returns at 6 but it’s a horrible day outside already so he lets you know he’s going straight in the shower. You can hear the kettle, so you pull on the t-shirt he’s just taken off so you can go downstairs to make tea for you both. It’s not familiar, it’s an old Richmond home shirt. When he comes down, your leaning over the counter on your elbows reading from your phone and making notes on a scrap of paper while the tea brews. His arms circle you and to your surprise, you feel him press against you.
“Wow, hi.” You turn to face him with a little laugh.
“You’re wearing m’name,” he manages to say gruffly before kissing you roughly.
“Sorry, I just grabbed it to come down here, I’ll take it-”
“No.” He stops you, “No.” He says more firmly. He rests his forehead against yours, his hips still against you. Oh. It dawns on you. Oh. You kiss him briefly, nodding your understanding and turn back around for him, resting on your forearms. “Fuck,” you hear him, so quietly, “fuck. You wreck me.” He slips inside you with no real warning, filling you completely. He sets a wickedly punishing pace, the angle has you an incoherent mess and makes you come almost instantly. It’s fast and rough and utterly filthy, your name spills from him like a worshipping chant as he comes, dragging another orgasm from you as he does. When you’re able to stand, you turn back to him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hands soothing the bruises he’s no doubt left on your hips. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-” he starts to say, you shake your head,
“No. Don’t be sorry, don’t be. I’d tell you if I wasn’t ok with something, ok?” You reassure him with a kiss.
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Dan: Atlas, you’re a smart guy.
Atlas: … I am?
Dan: But sometimes, your timing is the absolute worst.
Atlas: Is this about the trick from earlier? Because I know- Ohhh you meant in regards to this.
Dan: I just think there are a lot of moving pieces and I think things need to settle before anything happens. Maybe an apology would help?
Atlas: I could do that but she looked so pissed. She probably wants nothing to do with me. I just- GOD why did I mess everything up?
Dan: I think the idea of something good sounded enticing. Taryn is such a kind person. She’s always been like that even as kids.
Atlas: And I’m not.
Dan: I didn’t say that.
Atlas: But I’m not a good person. I hardly like myself, I can barely deal with my emotions. Like how could I honestly give myself to someone as perfect as that? It’s like dropping off a soggy, useless box and saying yeah, good enough.
Dan: Now you’re just being mean to yourself. Look, you’ve had a rough couple of years between your dad, the issues in high school and Rowan. Give yourself some breathing room.
Atlas: I- Can we not talk about him?
Dan: My bad.
Atlas: It’s alright.
Dan: What I’m trying to say is, take some time for yourself first and foremost. Maybe things will sort itself out in the future.
Atlas: That would be cool.
Dan: Other than that, are you doing okay, really?
Atlas: Mm… Yeah! Yeah, I’m good.
Dan: Atlas, are you being honest with me?
Atlas: Dan, I’d never lie to you. Swear. I’ve been preoccupied with work, that’s all. Speaking of which, I might invite my parents to the arts festival.
Dan: You sure you wanna do that?
Atlas: I feel like it would show Toni what I can do.
Dan: If things go to shit, do I have permission to kick him out?
Atlas: [ chuckles ] Sure, Dan.
Dan: I’ve been working on my right hook, wanna see.
Atlas: [ smack! ] Not bad, not bad.
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summary: in which you and jungkook splurge on in the seom.
> fluff, suggestive ? / wc: 2.6k
> warnings: mention of recording a sex tape oop
note: look . . . i don’t know how my drabbles end up the way that they do i also question the stream of my thoughts constantly. anyway the mobile gaming continues 🫡 this game got me hooked i needed to write while i’m in the zone. + feedback is always appreciated <3
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“wow, you’re so rich.” you comment absentmindedly, watching jungkook’s tattooed hand making multiple in-app purchases of gold and gems.
“babe, babe,” you panic and slap his hand away from clicking the largest amount of gems for the third time. “i think thirty-seven thousand gems are more than enough for now!”
he makes a noise of disagreement from behind you, his body vibrating against your back. his arms circle around your waist again, using both words and touch as his ways of persuasion. “did you see the top one? they’re in like level 600! let me buy more so we’re set for until level 300 or something.”
you sigh in defeat, letting him hold the ipad propped up against your thighs again. “well, i guess the money just circles back to your bank account.”
“i know right?” he giggles in delight. “ohhh, i’ll buy the tany pass so we can get the butter costumes.”
sparkling gold coins replace your irises like they do in the cartoons. the said costumes are too adorable and you want to see them wear the matching outfits in the island. moreover, your boyfriend knows how much you loved his long purple hair.
“does it come with all seven?” you ask curiously as jungkook lifts up the ipad to level with his head for umpteenth time, using the face id to confirm the $8 dollar purchase. the purchase successful! notification flashes on the screen, and you can’t hide the stupid smile forming on your face.
“i’m not sure? let’s see.” he hums, tapping each member on the screen to check their available items.
“oh wait! i need to complete the tier first. hold on.” he exists the tab to go back to the event, purchasing the keys to unlock all the prizes without having to collect anymore. he claims them one by one. “oh, so there’s only jin-hyung, jimin-hyung, taehyung-hyung, and me.”
“but i wanted everyone- oh my god, you guys are so cute.” you hold down the squeal in your throat, zooming in on the characters wearing their butter outfits. “his rainbow hair is really pretty. i saw they released the butter funko pops too? looks great as everything.”
he nods with a chuckle, watching jimin walk around the island. “he’s the only one who can pull that off.”
“well now i wanna see you try it.” blonde jungkook was also very pretty- the evidence of your honesty being the three weeks you only referred to him as barbie.
“barbie, i miss your face. what time are you coming home?”
“hey barbie, what you cooking for dinner?”
“that’s not how lasik surgery works, barbie!”
“good morning, pretty barbie. i’m not sure but i think i . . . burned the coffee maker?”
the name rhymes with baby, your term of endearment for each other. you know what? it’s basically the same word, so he got used to it right away. if he hears someone saying it in public, he will most probably still react to it. obviously, you stopped using the name when he dyed his hair another color.
so if he tries the sprayed on pastel colors on his blonde hair? you get the living, breathing barbie doll of your childhood and teenage dreams.
“we can try for fun when i want to bleach my hair again.”
jungkook is an angel who always lets you indulge in the desires of your heart.
“hmm, soon then. your natural hair is very pretty and healthy right now. i hope it grows out the way you want it to this time.” your hand reaches back to caress his head. his hair is as smooth as silk as it glides across your palm, freshly dried from the shower not even two hours ago.
you remove your hand to entertain yourself with the game again, dragging the members to the army bomb to make them dance to their songs.
“oh! they’re playing still with you?” you exclaim in pleasant surprise, laughing at his character dancing cutely to his precious song. the other members have the biggest smiles on their faces dancing along too. jungkook watches the scene with you in pure amusement.
“ah, the game has captured the group’s dynamics very well. they got all the inside jokes and nicknames researched and written down.” he shares his review before the sight of namjoon and seokjin crying while eating mint chocolate ice cream makes him burst with laughter.
“see? they are this dramatic over this in real life! i can attest to this!” he makes them do it again to point it out, the speech bubble that says i’m brushing my teeth right now sounding awfully familiar.
“you and taehyung are my favorite.” you drag him over to taehyung to show the two of them holding hands and moving side-to-side like two little kids who won prizes at the fair. “so cute!”
you wish you had a penny for every time you say the word cute today.
“oh, that looks familiar but i can’t remember where we did that anymore.”
he suddenly grabs your hand and places it on top of his head.
you look back at him confusion. “yes, baby?”
“play with my hair while i buy more outfits and decos please.”
his soft voice makes flowers bloom in your chest. how endearing is your boyfriend?
“of course, baby.” you resume stroking his hair, occasionally twisting the strands in your fingers and raking your nails on his scalp.
he shifts around to lean more comfortably on the pillows, one arm holding you by the waist and the other holding the ipad. you allow yourself to completely relax between his thighs, his body enclosing you into a cocoon of warmth and affection. if you only you could stay in this position for the rest of your life, you would.
but the hand playing with his pair pauses when he starts messing around with the game again, replacing the free items he got with the other designs that cost the most diamonds. the tent, the dining area, the luggage, the camp fire, the cocktail bar, the sun beds, the umbrellas, the hammocks.
huh, you haven’t quite gotten used to it yet.
it is pleasing to watch- having the luxury to choose and being able to buy the one that you want. you both know it’s just a silly little game, but the satisfaction that comes with decorating the island can be addicting. apparently, you and jungkook have a knack for finding entertainment in the silliest things, which further strengthens your bond. you firmly believe you were childhood friends in another life.
meanwhile, he moves on to opening ten lucky boxes at a time.
“booster. booster. booster.” he mumbles while tapping on the screen. “hah! i got suga-hyung a top. and shades. booster. booster. a windmill? streetlamp. booster. shorts. no way- the car from daechwita? ice cream truck . . . light it up like dynamite~”
you swear, there is a kid trapped inside your boyfriend’s big body. if he was to be prohibited from speaking or moving for twenty four hours, he wouldn’t be able to follow the rules even if his life depended on it. perhaps that is why there is always the need to protect him despite knowing the fact that he is way stronger than you- he is such a kind and free spirit. a rare gem. your one in seven billion. you want to protect him from mosquitoes and storms and shipwrecks and exposed wires and slippery floors and sharp edges and treadmills (it flung him off that one time two years ago) and any other form of bad energy in the universe. atleast, you’re trying to.
after opening about thirty? forty? boxes, he dresses up the remaining members. however, “can i make them naked? oh. i can pay for it. i’ll make namjoon-hyung naked- shirtless. oh-ho-ho! sexy with the hair as blue as the ocean.”
your laughter is louder than the ipad’s speakers blasting the game’s original soundtrack, your boyfriend’s hilarious live gaming commentary exactly being your style of humor.
to be honest, if only you weren’t in a healthy relationship, you’d think he was in love with namjoon.
after displaying the decos he bought, jungkook decides to make a club.
“you really posted on your ig story.” you chortle in disbelief, scrolling through the seemingly endless amount of requests. “this is so fun. hold on-”
“everyone’s on level 100 and 200. how are they so fast?!” he cries out at the three digits beside the nicknames of the users. “we need to catch up to them after this.”
“they’re all sending you flowers. and fruit baskets? pearl necklace. these literally cost gems.” you curl up between his thighs from laughing so hard, your grip on the ipad loosening until it slips down next to jungkook. “my stomach hurts. i can’t breathe.”
his wide frame also shakes in mirth, but he securely wraps his arms around you to prevent you from falling off the bed. for the record, it is a king-sized bed. for some reason, however, the two of you always end up being tangled together on the one edge or the other. (most of the time it’s actually you subtly moving closer and closer until he pays attention and cuddles you)
“okay! let’s start accepting requests.” he announces while manhandling you back into your previous position. you grunt at the pressure pressing against your stomach, holding onto his forearm to push it away lightly out of reflex.
you’re literally on the bed, why does he feel the need to carry you all the time?
once you’re settled down once again, you start accepting requests to join the club together. you take turns in picking random users based on the nicknames that catch your attention, and it is peaceful for a while until you’re looking for the one final member and-
“jeon jungkook’s future wife . . . that doesn’t sound right.” you read the nickname out loud, tilting your head to the side with a click of your tongue.
“well, i do like that they’re brave.” with a shrug, you accept their request and open the door for them to enter the club.
jungkook snickers behind you, obviously loving how his ego is being spoon-fed at the moment.
you sit up to accusingly look at him with hooded eyes. “all the flowers and gifts and proposals. you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“maybeee.” he offers you a playful beam. “but it’s our game. i’m doing this for us! we can get lots of hearts from the club!”
we- they don’t even know i exist. but he still makes you smile anyway. your lovely jungkook, who is always too good to you.
spontaneously deciding that you want to splurge on lucky boxes to make the countless purchases of gems worth it, you soon find yourself unable to stop. oh, you understand him better now.
“it’s fun, isn’t it?” he smiles at the childlike look of relishment on your face. you tap and tap and tap, collecting prizes like a panicked thief picking up gold coins forming a long trail, except that unlike the thief, you are overjoyed.
“keep buying until we get six of the cars.” he instructs you, clicking the cart that takes you to the lucky box again. he plans for each of them to be designated to the members who have a driving license. perhaps it’s unnecessary, sure- but he wants to prolong your small joys as much as he can.
“kay, since it’s your money.” you answer gleefully. you free yourself from the hesitation of spending gems since you can’t get a refund for them anyway.
you end up with six daechwita cars and three dynamite ice cream trucks. jungkook parks them all beside each other, like a team huddling together before a basketball game. he also buys taehyung’s hansung costume from the kdrama he starred in called hwarang, later on claiming that taehyung looks like he has been the immortal guardian of the island since the day the dry land was created on planet earth.
his words exactly. not yours. your boyfriend’s imagination tends to wander around like a free bird soaring through the sky for the first time in its life.
after chatting with the club members for a bit, he decides to pick up your level from 31. the motivation kicks in like a race horse when he realizes that your account is top 30 out of 30 in the club.
on the spur of the moment, he begins worshipping the boosters he was previously irritated at for constantly popping out of the boxes instead of the costumes and decos that he wanted.
you have never loved the word DOPE! more in your life.
“my favorite boosters are the whale, the double top, and the axe.”
“the whale is the best one for sure. it’s a lifesaver.” you mention cheerfully as you mix the two whales that wipe out the entire puzzle, mimicking a black hole that swallows everything that dares to come near it.
“oh my god, it’s so fucking satisfying to watch.”
jungkook grabs the opportunity as soon as he sees it. with a mischievous grin he declares, “title of our sex tape.”
yup, you should have foreseen this right when the words came out of your mouth.
you sit back up to look at him with a disapproving look. “you just had to do it, didn’t you?”
he pouts sadly, but his bunny smile promptly lights up his face again upon hearing your follow-up statement.
“like i’m sure we can come up with a better title than that!”
the familiar notification sound rings from the ipad, and you both peer down at the pop-up that appeared on the top of the screen.
it’s from cats&soup— another game you play together almost everyday.
Cats are missing you!
jungkook goes for it again without a single beat of thought or hesitation.
“title of our sex tape!”
the displeased expression on your face turns sourer. “you gotta try harder than that, babe.”
“that is not a good title. we have a beyond satisfactory sex life.” he whines, the joke he cracked backfiring on him.
“well then get back to me when you think of a good one. we need to feed our cats for now.” you exit in the seom to tend to the other game for the meantime. does my face look like that i’ll become a king will have to stay in level 80 (the bottom of the rank list) for now.
but then the gears in his head immediately starts turning after being given the challenge, and a new found motivation drives him to, in fact, try harder this time around.
he clears his throat, alternately looking at your face and your fast fingers upgrading the cats’ facilities. just waiting for the right timing to bring it up.
is this ever a right timing to talk about this type of stuff? oh, fuck this. ask the million-dollar question already.
he swallows thickly in anticipation. “uhm, so i was just thinking. if you approve my title, will we record one for real?”
you shrug without looking at him, focused on collecting money from the food your cats cooked. “sure. why not?”
jungkook’s doe eyes sparkle with doubled, tripled- no, quadrupled adoration for the sweet creature sitting between his legs.
“you are the love of my life.” he utters breathlessly.
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I no longer feel bad about asking about blurple villian might I ask some very pointed questions about Donnie’s side of the relationship for playlist purposes?
So what I’m hearing is it takes DonBon a little longer to um… get his ball rolling. So to speak. How many fights do he and Lamb Chan get into over Leo and does Leo know about it/rub it in Donnie’s face?
Gbs input would be appreciated as well (now when I reblog blurple villian stuff I wait a bit to make sure you two aren’t still going back and forth on the post lol)
never ever ever feel bad for blurple villain au posting
i think donnie and lamb-chan actually... don't really fight that much usually? not in the traditional sense. for the most part you're just like. oh donnie says that this is the best way to do things, so i'm going to trust that and do it. and if you say you want something, donnie usually is like ok well here you go. it's just very. easy. being with donnie. there's no real friction or fighting that ends up happening.
...except when it comes to leo.
ohhh man. you are stubborn as fuck about leo, and it makes donnie's teeth fucking paste with how hard he grinds them on this. he tries everything. talking to you. grabbing your arms and shaking you. a very memorable powerpoint presentation with diagrams and pictures. he puts a tracker on your coat that starts making an obnoxious beep when you get too close to leo's apartment, so you just take it off and leave it on a dumpster until you come back by.
(he promptly takes it off, because the thought of you out there, cold, is maybe worse than the thought of you being with that fucker. also bc leo snapped at him about it, genuinely angry, saying he'd had to warm you up bc your teeth were chattering, and knowing that leo put his fucking hands on you—that leo was right about how he'd hurt you—yeah. no more beeping trackers.)
leo, of course, absolutely loves this. i can just see him hiding in the fire escapes, watching over you on your way to his apartment with donnie trailing behind. you're ignoring him, nose in the air, as he tells you all the reasons that this is stupid, that leo is toxic, that you're better off staying in the lair. when he makes the mistake of insinuating that leo would hurt you, that's when you stop and wheel around, getting a little nasty right back in his face. leo has never once hurt you—not in a way you didn't ask for—and insinuating otherwise won't stand.
taking this moment to be the perfect little shit, leo jumps down and comes up behind you, pulling you close and sending his brother a smug smile. making matters worse, you grab leo's hand and pull him along behind you, leaving donnie behind with the sight of your stiff spine and leo's infuriating smirk. he goads the two of you on, wanting you to fight, hoping to push you away from donnie and closer to him.
...but, equally, i think your fights—as hot as they burn when they happen—are very, very quick to boil away. they never last more than a few hours before you're coming back together, apologizing, the two of you snuggling close and letting the gravity between you come to head. he hates making you angry, he really hates making you cry; you hate making him angry, you really hate making him sad.
once you start hooking up w donnie, this gets even more pronounced. i imagine you're very, very careful not to get into fights with donnie, giving him one or two more warnings that you're getting pissed when he starts sniping about leo. hence why the whole 'being little shits behind your back' thing starts happening. (because you are also very quick to defend donnie to leo, and your fuse on people saying shit about him is very, very, very short.)
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#ask tag#blurple villain au#probably wise lmfao. they always have such amazing additions and im like. oh. time to lie here on the floor.#then i'm like. ....actually no fuck you YOU get on the floor.#and then we go back and forth with this until we're both on the floor.
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ahh the headcanon of Tank cutting Prices Hair!!
I can see it she’s threatening to give him a skin head if he looks up again 🤣🤣
A Kyle stops talking to Price because him a soap are next to get their hair trimmed a they don’t want skin heads!!
I imagine she cuts Ghosts hair in another room so no one’s but her sees his face - it’s his little time with her an no one else especially Price! he gets so many domestic feelings even thinks about her having his babies an how life would be with her as his 😩 loves how gentle she is with him…Can you tell I’m a Ghost and Tank supporter? 🤣💀
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Ohhh Yeh 100%!!
I liked this one as well and decided to give it a quickie!
Bit sad 🥲💀
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“Kyle stop talking to him he keeps looking up!”
“He doesn’t have to look up he can just answer me yes or no?”
“Price just answer yes or no please…”
Price turned his head to glare at Kyle, but before their eyes connected you pushed his head down.
“If you look up one more time I’m going to shave the whole thing off…including the beard…”
“You wouldn’t dare kid….”
You buzzed the clipper right next to his cheek, making him jump.
“Wanna fuck around and find out?”
He didn’t, he remained facing forward for the duration Kyle and Soap both sat in silence they were next Kyle didn’t want his fade messing up and Soap didn’t want a skinhead.
Kyle was done and as you finished trimming Soaps Mohawk, you caught Ghost lingering in the door way.
‘Want me to trim your hair big guy? Im done with Johnny now…ill kick em all out, just me and you” You gave him your best smile, it caused his heart to double in size. ‘Just you and him’ He nodded for soap to piss off, he didn’t need telling twice. Ghost closed the door behind Soap and Kyle warning them it wouldn’t be worth their lives if they came in. They believed him. Ghost sat in the chair, his thumbs hooked under his mask, why did he always get nervous taking it off…it was you, and this wasnt the first time you had seen his face and it was the second time you had cut his hair…but he was still hesitant…
“It’s ok…i can cut it another time don’t worry” You started to pack the clippers away. No he wanted you to do it, he whipped it off his head, causing his hair to all stand up on end. You let out a little laugh as you smoothed it down, it gave him goosebumps.
“It just needs a tidy up, ill use the scissors ok?”
“Ok..thank you” he turned his face slightly. You caught the glint of a little smile in his eyes.
Ghost loved the feeling of your hands on his head and how gentle you could be, he had once watched you choke a man half to death with the very same hands. You were now stood between his thighs trimming the front. Even sat down he was eye level with you. He watch you as you focused on every snip, you looked at him a little smile on your lips. Ghost couldn’t help thinking about how life would be with you as his girl…he closed his eyes his mind flashing images of you cutting his hair but you were both back in Manchester in a big apartment in the centre you heavily pregnant with your second baby boy, your other son clung to his leg he had your eyes and his hair but curly. Ghost picked him up sitting him on his lap he was a needy little thing, but he loved it loved the fact someone needed an wanted him, he loved the little unit he had built with you…but it all came crashing down as back in reality the door flung open…it was the last person Ghost wanted to see…the one person who stood in the way of his happy ever after with you…the one person who was the reason it could only ever be a fantasy….Price. “John!” You shouted standing in-front of Ghost shielding his face. “Sorry love…I thought you were done…forgot my hat…sorry Si ” You threw his hat at him and gave him the ‘I’ll deal with you later look’ he glanced quickly at Ghost, said his sorries and walked out. You sighed returning to stand back in between Ghost’s thighs. “Sorry about that…good news is im done, your free to go haha” But Ghost didnt want to be free he want to be trapped in his fantasy with you….
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Could we see some jealous Kate in Mile High?
Maybe Siena ends up in their flight once Kate and Anthony are officially together???
Ohhh For a relationship that started off on the grounds of no jealousy: They’re both pretty jealous people.
And Kate really thought she got over it after she and Anthony actually put their cards on the table and said they didn’t want to see other people.
“Okay!”
Kate turned at the sound of her sister bursting through the cockpit door. “Edwina, we’re a little busy.” She gestured to the controls, “You know, preparing to fly the plane.”
Edwina rolled her eyes, “I just… I don’t want you to overreact to this but Siena Rosso is on this flight.”
Kate’s stomach dropped, something prickling down her spine at the thought of Anthony’s ex girlfriend, the only other person he’d been in a committed relationship with. Even if it hadn’t worked out, they’d loved one another once. Were still friends, really. She couldn’t say she wasn’t at least curious about her, what she looked like, how she was, how she and Anthony had been together.
“Right well…” Kate trailed off, “Get out of the way!” Kate hissed, peering round the cockpit door, “Which one is she?”
“Is anyone going to tell me who Siena Rosso is?” Sophie said curiously, joining her and Edwina at peering round the door.
“She’s Anthony’s ex.” Edwina supplied, “They used to hook up until Kate and Anthony got together.”
“Which one is she?” Kate hummed, her stomach churning, but she didn’t need to ask. Not really.
Anthony was stood a few rows down, at the back of first class, laughing at something a woman had said. She was beautiful, her dark hair tossed up effortlessly as she leaned in and said something conspiratorially to Anthony who turned pointing towards the cockpit.
“Fuck.”
Kate slammed the door shut before anyone could notice them peering out the door, trying to quiet the doubtful voice in her head.
You’re such opposites, he’ll never stay with you.
“Well, I wish she wasn’t so pretty.”
“Oh come on,” Sophie tutted, “Anthony loves you.”
“You don’t have anything to worry about.” Edwina agreed.
Kate shook her head, taking a shuddering breath, “It doesn’t matter. It literally doesn’t, we have to work.”
She sat back down and tried to focus on what she had to do. Even so she cleared her throat when she flicked on the intercom. “Good morning Everyone! Captain Kate Sharma from the flight deck, First Officer Sophie Beckett here with me and Welcome Aboard your British Airways flight to Singapore. We’ve an excellent crew on board with you today, at your beck and call for anything you might need. Some of you, not all of you. Anyway, they’re headed up by my loving boyfriend Anthony. It’s true, we’re in a very committed relationship, I’m actually thinking of suggesting that we move in together. Well, I’ve said that now. I’ll be back later to give you another update. Not on whether or not he said yes, just… on the… flight.”
Kate pinched the bridge of her nose as she turned off the intercom, She groaned as Sophie let out a low whistle. “Don’t.”
“Kate,” Sophie guffawed, “That was a train wreck, babe.”
“I know! Don’t you think I know that?! Now not only do I have to look at Anthony’s hot singer ex girlfriend; He’s going to reject me! Right in front of her probably! And then they’ll skip off into the sunset together!”
“Are we spiralling a little?”
“No!”
“So… that was insane.” Edwina hummed pushing the dinner cart in.
“Oh God!” Kate groaned, “Does he not want to even come in here and face me?!”
“He was held up.” Edwina tutted, “Congrats on… moving in together though? Are you getting a cat as well?”
“Anthony and I would clearly be dog people.”
Her anxiety still hadn’t abated at the end of the flight, jealousy and anxiety taking their turns, warring away in her chest. Right up until she opened the cockpit door. And there was Siena Rosso, nudging Anthony’s shoulder gently. Her eyes widened when she took in Kate,
“There’s your girl.”
Anthony turned, looking a little dazed and Kate didn’t know what came over her. She reached forward, grabbing Anthony by the lapels of his jacket and crashed their lips together in a searing kiss.
Anthony looked dazed when she finally nudged him back, his hand in his hair, “Hey, Kate.” He cleared his throat, “Have you met Siena?”
Siena peered around them, “Hi, Kate, so lovely to meet you. Anthony’s told me so much about you.”
“Nice to meet you as well.”
Anthony tucked his arm around Kate’s waist before he cleared his throat, “Well, good luck with your show tonight. Chat soon hey? We’ll all go to dinner.”
“I’d like that.” Siena smiled, “Kate, hilarious announcement, 10/10.”
She winked over her shoulder at them and Kate suddenly felt ridiculous for it, with Anthony’s arm around her waist and his lips on her temple.
“Did you propose we move in together out of jealousy?” Anthony chuckled, but she could see the anxiety warring away behind his eyes.
“Yes, i did it in panic,” She straightened his tie, “But I actually do want us to move in together. So…? What d’you say? Ready to teach me how to do laundry?”
Anthony swallowed, “Yes, but I’m sorry, we need to move into my flat. Yours just…”
Kate scoffed, “Like I’m moving you into my place with all of your systems. I don’t have room.”
#mile high#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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College Kavinsky 2.0
You drove down the street stressed that you were late. You arrive the restaurant and send an I’m here text waiting for him to respond as you sit in the car. When 5 minutes pass you think nothing of it but when it gets to 15 minutes you don’t why but your stomach sinks.
“Hello?” you say as he picked up and was silent
“Y/L/N?”
“Yea?” you confirm turning down the volume in the car, you hear a lot of commotion in the background
“Shit sorry Y/L/N”
“Ohhh kayyyy” you were getting stood up.
“Shit happened in the club emergency meeting and I just lost track of time I was gonna text”
You interrupt “I understand”
“I’m sorry”
“Thanks” you respond nonchalantly “is everything okay?” you ask hearing a yelling match go on
“I can’t really talk now mind if I call later maybe we can hang out. I will make it up to you I promise”
“Sure” you respond in a flat tone “don’t stress about it, just call me back when you can”
“Great thanks Y/L/N”
You sigh and look up. Did you just get stood up or was he playing the forgot lets hangout at your place possibly hook up game?
“Babes? What are you doing here?” Ivy asks you
You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it”
“Oh shit what did he say?”
“I don’t know something happened he lost track of time” You scoff taking off your shoes.“Some bullshit. Make up wasted, outfit down the drain”
“Aww don’t be like that” she pouts opening her arms for your to hug
You smile and give her one “Yeeaaa, i think he stood me up”
“He wouldn’t do that!” she insists
“Well only time will tell Ivanna, only time will tell. I’m gonna go lay down”
“Okay I’m here to talk if you want”
Ivy knew this wasn’t going as planned but she knew Peter just wouldn’t fake it like that only to stand you up she texted Cam only to be ignored for hours as well and he confirmed the same thing Peter said fight etc...
You agree one more time to meet Peter over the next weekend, it wasn’t the best time for you two but Peter really wanted to see you. So the best you could do was agree to a coffee date 2 hours max because you both had obligations after
“Hey!” he says walking in
“Hi” you greet smiling at him. He had managed to ease away the wall you immediately built up after last weekend
“Man you know all the cool places, I thought we were gonna meet at starbucks or something”
“Nope!” you emphasis the P “they have good coffee, bagels, and treats”
“I don’t even know what to get I normally get my coffee from starbucks and its some latte shit”
“Ooh I can order for you is your starbucks order sweet or not”
He shrugs “i don’t know like regular sweet”
“Perfect, want a bite or?”
“I’ll follow your recommendation boss” You blush “Here” he hands you his card “I’m gonna find a seat place is kinda packed”
You nod and wait for your order to come out. It doesn't take more than 10 minutes. When he sees you approaching with the items he gets up to help you.
“Here is your order” you say, handing him his bagel and coffee while you take yours. “I got you a bacon egg and cheese bagel, NY Style and a Half White/ Half reg Mocha, latte.”
“MMM! So good!” he says taking a sip of his drink
You smile “I have to stop myself from coming here everyday.”
“What do you have?”
“Oh i have a white mocha caramel brulee iced latte and a cheddar bacon bagel with cream cheese, classics”
“Classic kind of girl”
“I try new things sometimes I just like the classics you know can’t go wrong” He nods in agreement mouth full of food “So how have you been?” you ask cautiously “everything okay?” you pay attention to his mannerisms
He sighs “yea, i can’t say much but one of the sophomores got into a fight at the bar and the guy wanted to press charges it was crazy”
“Oh wow!”
He takes in a deep breath “I can’t wait for this to be over”
You tilt your head and look at him “I thought you liked being in a frat”
“I do but I don’t at the same time. It’s a lot you know. You have to like micromanage the freshmen and some sophomores make sure their are passing their classes, mentor them, Because that affects our metrics. Teach them to not be creeps. Some haven’t had a girlfriend and don’t know how to manage a full house with many girls and you know they make stupid stupid mistakes sometimes.” he eats a little before speaking “You know whats funny the brother I looked up to when I was a freshman said the same thing I am saying now and I thought he was just had a shitty attitude but this shit wears you down”
“Sounds rough” you give him a sympathetic look
“Don’t get me wrong it's good it can be great, it really can, but i put in a lot of work last year being the social chair. I’ve never networked as much as I did so much so I hate when people recognize me now”
“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight”
“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes”
“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression
“But I can manage for 2 more years and then barely look back, that is my mantra now”
You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky”
He smiles “I will if you continue to be by my side”
“You’re so cheesy” You blush looking
“Only for you Y/L/N”
“So I was thinki..”
You’re interrupted “OMG PETER IS THAT YOU?”
You hear looking back to see Olivia and a few of her friends, you wave back at them as they waved first/ She walks over “Y/N What are you guys doing here?”
“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you
“Ooooo about?” she wiggles her eyebrows while sitting next to him “oh mind if wejoin?”
“Actually we were just”
“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him
You see the annoyed expression on his face
“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends
“So much for some alone time” he mumbles you hear it and refrain from laughing
You look down at your phone after receiving a text
Peter 🥰: Sorry about this
Y/N: its okay
You look up and smile at him, he responds by giving you a sympathetic smile. You two sit in a circle, with one of Olivia’s friends sitting in between you two? How that happened you don’t know. Peter kind of gets caught up in the conversation that he doesn’t realize time is passing but you did because you had a tutoring session and you couldn’t be late for that.
“Guys I have to go, tutor session”
“What are you getting tutoring for?” One of Olivia’s friends ask slyly you peep that
YOu smirk “I don’t get tutoring sessions I am the tutor 3 years now”
“Oh” you see the sly smirk fall
“And I’m getting paid to do it so I can’t be late my client is waiting for me, talk to you guys later it was nice meeting yall”
“Nice meeting you too”
“Oh shit I gotta go I’m late”
“Where you off to Kavinksy.”
“I gotta go to practice’ Although stanford didn’t have a men’s lacrosse team Peter was able to try out and join a club where they had frequent games, like a norcal.
Oh yea, text me Mark wants to go over somethings later tonight
“Will do Y/L/N wait up girl”
You smile and wait by the door. “Bye guys”
See Ya! He throws the peace sign as he walks out
You two walk to your cars he had parked next to you “I’m sorry about that” Peter comments
“It’s okay Peter can’t control everything”
He smiles “you're awesome, I gotta run but I’ll text you okay?”
“Yea drive safe, remember the building is not running away from you”
He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and runs to the drivers side of his jeep.
You two meet again at yet another frat party. Besides the brief interactions on campus it was really the frat party where you two could interact
Y/L/N what time did you get here why didn’t you text me
I just got here
“Cool cool, whats your poison tonight”
“A few shots”
KAVINSKY
You both turn
Mark motions him over with his head I’ll be back
You run into Olivia and her cheerleading crew you hang out with them a bit before you leave and move around the room
There you are babes. I need a dance partner and Cam won’t do it with me
“Ummm” you chuckle “I’m not dancing”
“Don’t act like you didn’t teach me how to salsa, come on pleeeaasssee just a few songs, here lets take some shots
“Noooo”
“Yesss and then like 3-4 songs”
“FOUR?!”
“Okay three and then i will leave you alone”
“Deal”
You smile the alcohol works through you dance with her to the songs glad the third one is ending as you could see glimpses of Peter watching you. The songs switch tempo to a bachata song.
She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”
“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention
She smiles “Good so is Cam lets get them all worked up” she winks. You can’t help but laugh and follow her lead, she pulls you in close dancing as a couple as you two move around on the dance floor. A few spins for you both a little foot work. The song ends and you’re glad its over with so that you can get away from the middle away from the attention(Peter’s)
“Whoo I need some water” you think as you reach into the icebox
“I didn’t know you could dance Y/L/N” you hear Peter’s voice
You turn to face him and you feel your face flush with embarrassment as he walks to you slowly “I.......don’t?”
He motions behind him “so what was that?”
“Oh i was following Ivy’s lead” you explain trying to hide your smile
He chuckles “LIAR”
You smile and walk away from the crowd in the kitchen, he follows you to the backyard.
“I know a spot we can talk come on” he grabs your hand
You two walk a bit away from the house near the fence you find a bench
“How you been?” he asks moving your hair behind so he could see your face
“Busy like you” He hums in agreement
“I wanna take you out to dinner” he says while playing with your fingers a little nervous you will say no
“Do i need to dress up?” you ask
He shrugs “Sort of”
“When?”
He smiles “You tell me gorgeous”
“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance
“Oh my gooodddd”
You giggle
“I gotta question” the guy says as he stands in front of you two
“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly
Another guy walks up “KAVINSKYYYY! What’s up bro?” he shouts as he gets closer
You hear him groan “Michael how you doin?!”
“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt”
“It’s okay” you go to stand up to walk away but Peter tightens his grip on your hips
You look at him and smiles at you, before looking at the freshmen “what was your question”
“Oh i wanted to know...” you fade away
“Finally okay about dinner”
KAVINSKY he Mark calls
“I can’t fucking take this” it shocks you when you see him irritated “WHAT?”
“HURRY UP I GOTTA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!”
“It’s okay Peter”
“I’m gonna lose my fucking mind” he runs his hand down his face frustrated
“So Dinner I am free Saturday evening and Sunday evening after 3pm”
“Cool I’ll pick you up at 5, I gotta go I’m sorry.” He pecks your cheek before running towards the house. You sit on the bench and contemplate ponder. Your conversation with Peter was mostly done via text. I mean the times you two were around each other it seemed that you two were constantly interrupted how would this work. At least with Cam and Ivy he made time for her. How could it work if Peter didn’t? That was tomorrows problem because tonight you were laughing at the antics in front of you.
“You guys are cute you look up it was Olivia”
“Oh Olivia! Whats up? you scoot over so she could sit next to you
She sits down before saying “Nothing just commenting on you two love birds” she teases “So what you two discuss?”
“Oh” you blush “Peter wants to take me out to dinner”
She smiles “Really when?”
You shrug “Next weekend I think”
“Think he’s gonna make it official?” she asks
“I don’t know maybe or maybe he just wants the chance to get to know me better no interruptions” you say
“Yea thats possible” she smiles. You two talk about other things before she too gets up and leaves. You hang out in your spot a bit longer feeling the last effects of the shots starting to fade before you decide to leave it was late you had to study all that shabang. You push your way through the crowd and see Peter having a very deep conversation it didn’t seem like an interruption from you would be appropriate at the moment so you send him a text. He wished you had done so, it would have given him an excuse to get out of that stupid discussion
Next weekend arrived and this time Peter was not late. In fact he was early.
You hear a knock on the door and look down at the clock. It's 4:30 why would he be here at 4:30? You were just finishing up the final touches of your makeup. You throw on a robe and rush down the stairs tidy up the best you can before opening the door
“Kavinsky, you’re early
“Early bird gets the worm” he stands with his hands behind the back
“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess
“Laundry adorned the couch as you were mid washing cycle and didn’t feel like carrying it up all the way to your room
He scoffs looking around “Its nothing compared to the (frat) house you know that.” He pulls you in “how are you?”
Oh you blush “I’m good”
“I got you these” He pulls the bouquet from behind his back
You can't help but to grin “Aww Peter you didn’t have to!”
“It’s my pleasure
You smile and walk towards the kitchen “want something to drink?” you ask as you place them in a vase. “I’ll read this later” you say as you place the card down
“I’ll take some water”
“Okay, I’ll be right back. I don’t wanna be late I promise I’ll be down in 10 minutes” you say as you run up the steps
“No problem take your time!”
“Okay I’m ready” your heels go clacking against the wooden floor as you walk down the stairs. “12 minutes a little late.”
He smiles at you holding his hand out “Right on time to me. WOW look at you!” He holds your hand up so you can do a little spin
You smile as you stop facing him “I look okay? i can change”
“Don’t I love those on you: he comments speaking of your heels
You look around and see that one of your panties laid on the floor you hoped Peter didn’t notice and you become extremely bashful. “Okay let's go” you open your clutch “keys, wallet. phone. Good all in there”
During the ride there Peter held your hand and sang a few songs on his playlist you laughed and snapped a few videos
“You gotta post those” he says when you’re done
You end up 1 hour away from your apartment in Berkeley, CA
You see the sign Welcome To Berkeley, California when you turn to Peter “We are in Berkley”
“Yes ma'am” You give him a look “I’ll explain when we get there”, 15 minutes later he pulls into a parking lot of a restaurant that had all the romance vibes.
“Wow Peter this is” you look around “thank you”
He smiles looking at you taking it all in “it’s my pleasure”
The waiter comes and you two place your order. The conversation is surface level, until you were both done and now waiting for dessert.
“Ummmm” the waiter interrupts looking bashful “I have drinks”
“Oh” you look down at the drinks and back up at Peter who also looked confused “We didn’t order those”
She blushes even more “I know but um there is a couple around who wanted to buy you two drinks said you guys were so cute and I agree” she smiles
“Oh” you smile and look around to see if you could tell who it was but you couldn’t “tell them thank you!”
“Absolutely!”
Peter picks up his drink and you follow suit “Salud to us to life and to the lovely couple: you raise your glasses in the air, clinking them lightly and taking a sip.
You two stare at each other while he routinely kisses your knuckles while he holds a smitten look on his face
You blush before speaking “So we drove to Berkely an hour away because?”
He sighs and sits up rubbing his thumb over yours “I really like you Y/N” wow you didn’t know you could like the sound of him saying your first name as much as you did your last name “And I didn’t want any interruptions. I want to just focus on you, on us, I wanna make sure we are on the same page” he smiles before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles You blush “Are we not on the same page?”
“I think we are but, now I get to talk to you, like really talk to you without someone fucking recognizing me”
“I honestly thought you loved that”
He huffs “I am starting to hate it. I can't even get a moment to think, only time is after practice, at the library when I've locked myself in a room and late at night, when everyone’s asleep and the house is mostly quiet. But then i can’t sleep because i’m trying to catch up on my thoughts, like oh I forgot to watch the tiktok you sent, coach sent us a schedule for next week”
You reach over and caress his face “it will be over soon Peter” you try to sooth his frustrations
“I have dessert for you two”
The waiter brought a plate, you watch as she places it down. Letters adorn the plate ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ It reads you look down then back up at Peter.
“What do you say Y/N Y/L/N” he asks moving the hair from your face as he leans in closer in and speaks softly “Will you be my girl?” he pushes the hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek “I would love to be yours”
“Peter” you say above a whisper
“I need an answer baby” he insists in the most sultry voice you’ve heard from him so far
God when will you stop blushing you think before answering “Yes I would love to”
He smiles and gently pulls you towards him and gives you a peck on your lips. Your first kiss A feeling he knows he will become addicted to.
When you pull away you take it all in “You planned all this”
He smiles leaning back and taking scooping some of his dessert and eating it “I did for you, for us like I said”
“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter”
“I wanted to” he smirks smuggly knowing his mission was accomplished You blush “what is it?” he chuckles
“Nothing” you smile looking away from him
“I wanna be with you in ways that I haven’t felt in a long time” he pauses “I wanna be there when you’re sad, mad, happy i want to experience those things with you”
You smile slyly “Even if i’m mad at you?”
“Even if, because I know that we can talk it out and be better”
“You’re such a romantic”
“Can’t blame me, anyone would be especially when it comes to you”
You smile
His phone pings and he looks down at it and huffs. You're quickly brought back to reality which was Peter’s availability.
You look away from him feeling a sort of dread, what if this would be the first and last time he did this for you. Not that you were wanting him to drive an hour and spend hundreds of dollars but what if this was it do you savor the moment or do you...
“Y/N!”
Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?”
“You okay?”
“Yes!” you smile
“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again
‘Amore’ God why is this happening to me I can’t be going through this rollercoaster of emotions
“Oh I’m okay”
“You looked sad what is it?”
You shake your head “Oh i was just thinking”
“About tell me” he insists pulling your hand to his mouth again for more kisses
“I just got too lost in thought and started thinking about the people I’m tutoring” you chuckle nervously, avoiding eye contact
“You sure?” he asks feeling as if you weren’t telling him the truth
Yea you lean in to give him a kiss “I’m sure”
The night was perfect, you think to yourself, no need to ruin it by overthinking things. You to finish and head back to your place. The car ride is filled with jokes and funny stories.
“So do you wanna come in do you have time?” you ask as he parks in front of your house
He looks at his watch and nods “yea” he had to be back to the house within 30 minutes but he was sure he could make because it only took 10 minutes to get there from your house
“Oooo” the girls say in unison
“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments
“Peter, you know Ivy but these are my other roommates Daniella and Willow”
He salutes them “Nice to meet you two”
“I was gonna give him a quick tour is that okay?” you ask
“Yes it is! Welcome to our home Peter, nuestra casa es su casa!” Daniella comments
“Thanks!”
“He’s cute!” you hear them whisper as you go up the steps
“We can hear you!” You say and they giggle
“So you've seen the kitchen and dining area”
“Daniella and Willow occupy the 2nd floor” you say as you stop in the common space “we have a common area with TV also just in case someone wants to watch american horror stories and the other real housewives of beverly hills, and then their bedrooms are across from each other ensuite bathrooms, closets towels linen etc.”
“Okay okay he looks around taking it in”
“And” you walk further down the hall up to a third set of stairs. “This is my bedroom: you say as you walk in you noticed the pile of laundry sitting by the door and didn’t pay it any mind
“I have the attic”
“Wow” he comments your space was cozy
“You like?”
“It's very cozy I love it”
Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space
“I have a desk over there you point to the desk across your bed, small lounge area where I can kinda crash and watch my own TV you point to the small sectional, slept on this sectional so many times, my lovely bed catches all my dreams, closet,I have shoe problem, don’t comment, and bathroom.”
He nods taking it all in “This is dope, lots of space too” you smile in response “And where is Ivy’s room”
“Oh she has the basement”
“Cool, cool”
“Yea the attic and basement are both bigger so since the previous seniors left we took the rooms over Ivy said she wasn’t gonna walk up all those steps”
“I like it, it fits you”
“Really how so?” not understanding what about your room fit you
“Warm and cozy thats how i feel when we are together, like i have safe space with you” he says matter of factly
“Oh that's sweet of you” you plop down on the bed, your feet hurting from wearing heels one inch too high for your comfort
He smiles and walks over to you squating down “I got you, let me get these off” he works the clasps on each shoe and gently removes the heels
“I still don't know how you walk in these” he says looking at the heel
“One step in front of the other, you can just drop them there” you point at a space near you
He does so “Speaking of dropping” he picks up a pair of lace panties on the floor a pair you had just washed
“Oh my god!” you snatch it from him and shove it under the pillow “you didn’t see those”
“Those look good kinda” he reaches for them and you push him away giggling “ wanna see them on you”
“Peter!”
“What you’re my girl now, don’t need to hide anything” he grabs your hand “come here”
You feel your face flush as he pulls you in. He moves the hair out of your face as looks down at you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N”
You smile “not as handsome as you” you manage to say before he leans down and gives you a kiss. This time it wasn’t just a peck, it was soft slow nothing rushed, he cradled your jaw and face, you feel light circle sensations on your cheek as he simultaneously pulls you in closer. You feel like you’re gonna faint his lips are so soft, you let him kiss you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth, you feel as if he is breathing you in taking your breath away your grip on his arms tightens, he pulls away slowly softly returning for another make out session only allowing you a few seconds to catch your breath as he peppered small pecks your lips he couldn’t resist he just needed to feel your lips on him once again you don’t know how long you two kissed but you both jump when his phone rings.
It had been 30 minutes and Mark was now calling his phone. He looks at the caller ID “Oh shit i gotta go amore”
“Its okay” he leans in for another kiss you giggle “Peter you’re gonna get in trouble”
“Its worth it!” he declares
You lightly push at his chest and reach up to wipe the remnants of your lipstick from his face and lips “you gotta go handsome”
He rolls his eyes “trying to get rid of me” he argues
“Nope you grab his hand trying to get you out of trouble” you counter
He smiles and walks down the steps with you
You walk him to the car he leans in one more time for a kiss you both smile as you giggle “you gotta go” you whisper softly pushing him in the car
“One more for good measure” he comments pulling you into his jeep and holding you tight
You give him a quick peck and push away quickly “you gotta go text me” you say closing the door
A round of “oooooos” erupts as you walk into the house. You roll your eyes “seriously guys?”
“What you brought an adonis into our home and we cant cheer for you pshh you deserve it girly pop” Willow comments
You smile thanks “oh i forgot i didn’t read the note” you state seeing it sit on the flowers , you slowly open it and it reads “thinking of you forever and always” you read outloud
“Awwwww” they all say in unison
“Damn, what do i have to do to get a boyfriend like that?” Daniella asks
“You smile be yourself”
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