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#or is he just retiring bc if so how is a nice place with only two friends a better place to cope w his trauma
eddiesxangel · 4 months
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Redemption| Eddie Munson x Reader
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Summary: Eddie is forced to work community hours for a petty crime at a retirement home; what he didn’t expect was the pretty girl at the front desk, you. This is so self-indulgent don't come for me
Word count: 3.8k
Cw: mutual pining, male masturbation, Perv!Eddie, Dom!Eddie/ Sub!reader, unprotected sex, corruption kink? breeding kink, sex at work. (Briefly proofread)
An: after 85 years I finally got around to finishing this! It’s not where I thought it would go originally bc it was just suppose to be a fluff piece but the horny gremlin took over
Boredom wasn't even a way to describe how you were feeling. The phones were dead, the day had been dragging on, and it was not even 12:00pm. The residents of the home were also not doing you any favours. Having to repeat yourself about six times in a row at the top of your lungs was starting to get old; your day had just not been going the way you wanted. Any other day, you'd be happy to help, happy to repeat yourself, but today was not one of those days. You were irritated and annoyed; your work bestie was off today, so you couldn't even complain to her about your shit day.
 A sigh of relief fills you when the phone rings, a rare occasion, but today has been so slow you were begging for something to do.
 "Sunny Acres Retirement Home! How may I help you?"  your customer service voice was overly sweet, too sweet. However you can't seem to turn it off, being the people pleaser that you are. 
"Jesus Christ'' You hear mumbled from the other end of the line. 
"Hello? How can I help you?" you roll your eyes, having to repeat yourself, but keep up the chipper act.
 "Yeah, listen, I was assigned to do community hours at this place, and I need to talk to a manager." Damn, this guy had an attitude. 
"Yeah! Sure thing. Can I get your name, please?"
 "Seriously?" 
What the fuck crawled up this guy's ass?
"It's company policy, Sir." You rolled your eyes again, not wanting to deal with more bullshit.
"Eddie"  
"One moment, Eddie, I'll transfer your call." You put him on hold and transferred him to the manager with a good luck warning. 
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The next day, you were in much better spirits; your work bestie was with you, it was casual Friday, and you were allowed to wear jeans instead of business casual attire.
It was around 1:00pm when you saw Chief Hopper walk in accompanied by someone you had not recognized. 
"Hey Hopps," you greet him with a smile.
"Hey, you." He said with a smile.
You and Chief Hopper had a friendly relationship because you're close friends with his girlfriend's oldest, Jonathan.  
"To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Brought in another delinquent for you to roughhouse into shape" he steps out of the way.
Your giggle dies as you lock eyes with the prettiest boy you've ever seen. 
"This is Edward; he is here to complete two hundred hours of community service, and he will be starting today."
"It's Eddie," you hear him mumble under his breath. 
Oh so this is the jackass you spoke to on the phone yesterday... a really cute jackass.
He looked to be around your age, but you didn't recognize him. You'd only been in town since the second half of senior year, hating your parents for making your move to a new school so close to graduating. You have been in Hawkins  six years now you're here working 9-5 as a receptionist at Sunny Acres Retirement Home.
"Nice to meet you, Eddie." You introduce yourself and proceed to call the manager to let her know he is here. Once Hopper leaves and your manager shows him around, you immediately call your best friend, Robin's, extension.
"Get over here now! We have a code, hottie," you whisper into the phone. Whenever you see a cute person enter the building, whether it be adult grandchildren, paramedics, or firefighters, you always let one another know when there is one on the premises. No less than two minutes later, she approaches your desk.
"Where are they?"
" There," you point to the dining room directly across from your desk as he is being given a tour of the building.
"Eddie Munson?!" she half yells before covering her mouth. 
"You know him?" you ask excitedly.
"Know him? He's the town freak," she scoffs.
"I'm sure he is a freak, alright?" You wiggle your brows at her." 
"I'm serious! He's bad news." 
"Clearly, he is doing community service hours." 
"Seriously? That is what you're into?" she giggles.
"I don't know? There is something about him?" You bite your lip as you check him out from afar. He turns back to walk towards you, and you quickly look away, not wanting to be caught.
You've always been into bad boys, but your golden retriever, good girl image, always scared them away.
Eddie notices you staring at him because you're not very subtle.  He isn't mad that he caught you staring because he felt that you were checking him out rather than judging him. Unlike your co-worker standing beside you...
Just his luck, he recognized Robin from high school. She was always neutral towards him and didn't say much, but he knew how the people in this town operated. She would turn you against him in no time.
"Buckley." He nodded.
"Munson," she mimicked back.
You watched the scene play out, hoping she would introduce you. Wrong. She goes straight in for the kill.
"My friend thinks you're cute." She points her thumb at you, and you immediately slap her shoulder as a gut reaction.
"Robin?!" you scold her. Mortified about what she admitted to him just to break an awkward silence, you feel like you want the ground to swallow you whole. 
Eddie gives you a cocky smirk before the manager comes back to continue with the tour. 
"Why do you hate me? Did I do something?  Are you punishing me?" you whine. 
"You know I just blurt out things when I get uncomfortable!" 
All you can do is roll your eyes, you loved the girl, but she could be really dense. 
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Eddie couldn't stop thinking about your brief interaction all night. Was Robin telling the truth? Did you really think he was cute? Or was she teasing? He hoped that she had grown up since high school and was telling the truth because he also thought you were cute, like really, really cute. He hadn't seen you before, and Hawkins was a small town; he must have known you from somewhere? He wraps his brain around any memories of your face, but he comes up empty. He had to find out more about you. He needed to know you. Something about you infatuated him so much. He thought about how your body looked in the adorable outfit you had on. He thought about what was under the outfit to... Maybe being forced to volunteer his time at Sunny Acres wouldn't be the worst thing that happened to him after all...
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The next day, you were assigned to show Eddie some of the duties he was to do for the residents. Talk to them, run bingo, help them with their phone if the line was giving them any trouble, or their TV if they put in the wrong input, serve them beverages, and get to know them and keep them company. A lot of them don't have families or anyone to come visit them. The staff are their family. That was the main reason you stayed at this job for so long. 
Eddie was quiet the whole orientation. The tension from yesterday was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Small talk was not your strong suit; you dreaded it, but you also really wanted to talk with Eddie, so you went for it.
"So what did they book you for? Steal candy from a kid on the playground?" trying to make light of the situation. 
"Murder," he deadpans to you.
"Ha ha. Nice try. They don't give community hours to murderers." you couldn't keep your eyes on the task in front of you.
He was dead silent, but you could feel his eyes burning into you.
"Okay, don't tell me; I'll just keep guessing until you do." you gave a cheeky smile, trying to lighten the mood. 
Another eye roll was shot your way, but you swore you saw a glint of something behind those eyes. 
"So what was it? Trespassing? Vandalism? shoplifting? Public intoxication? Speeding?" you raise a brow at him.
 Eddie just smirked and shook his head as you interrogated him. Your bubbly personality was nothing compared to his. He noticed how you would light up the room when you walked in. The residents of the home adored you, and he could see why. You were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen; your eyes sparkled, and he loved how you styled yourself. He wasn't used to being so infatuated by someone so cutesy. He noticed you wore a lot of pink and has yet to see you in anything black. He thought of what you would look like with black underwear... then he snapped back out of his thoughts. He tried to think of something less sexy, but as he was trying to do so, your top slipped down when you went to reach for the deck of cards across from you. He caught a glimpse of the frilly light yellow bra you had on under your top.
Eddie noticed the room was getting hotter, or was that just him? You made him nervous; he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you more than he already has. He felt shame that we had to be waltzed in here by the chief of police, never mind what offence he committed. So he stayed quiet, not wanting the next thing to come out of his mouth to be offensive or crass. So he kept quiet, not saying anything or indulging in the conversation more than he had to.
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Another week went by, and you still hardly spoke to Eddie. Work was unbelievably slow yet again. you thought that would give you a chance to speak with Eddie, but you hardly had time to see him because the residents kept hogging him. That was until your manager asked for you to help with the Bingo because everyone decided to show up today. Eddie was in charge of rolling and placing, and you were in charge of announcing and checking.
This was it, this was your chance to speak to him...
"How do you like it here so far?"
"It's fine I guess." He mumbled. 
"Everyone really loves you." You smiled.  
Eddie gave you a look that said what the fuck?
“No really! … Do you not like it here?” What you were really asking was do you not like being around me?
"Don't you get it? How can I serve these snotty rich people when all they do is look down on someone like me?"
"Eddie, are you blind? The residents love you." 
Eddie scoffs at your confession. "I'm serious! When you are gone, Pat always asks where you are! And Linda always refers to you as her boyfriend, and I overheard Martha and June arguing over who got to braid your hair next. You're a real ladies' man around here," You giggle. 
"A ladies man you say?" his mood slowly changes as he smirks at you. That made you blush, the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away bashfully. He was just so pretty… and the way he looked at you like how he is now is making you so shy.
"Yeah, I'm kinda jealous of Linda, if I'm honest." You flirt. You feel like your stomach was in your ass by the time you finished the sentence.
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"What's the next number! come on!" Bob yelled from the table. You had completely forgotten about the game.
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Small glances were stolen throughout the following weeks.  You would feel the heat rise to your cheeks every time he caught you, and you couldn't tell if he found it endearing or annoying. You never got a response out of Eddie after your admission to being jealous over an eighty-three-year-old.
Eddie definitely thought it was endearing and he can't seem to get you out of his head. He would think about you when he was alone in his room at night. He would think about how you always smelled like marshmallows, how your hair looked so cute with the little bow you put in it occasionally, or how you tease him by wearing those short skirts with stockings underneath. He knew you were teasing him. Everyone else bought the Goodie Two Shoes act, but not Eddie. He saw right through it, and he was fed up. He felt like if he didn't have you, he would actually explode.
Eddie had been watching you from afar this whole time. He would sneak around your desk, finding things he could take home with him as a keepsake. Like little doodles you would leave out, or the pen you were using, or your lip balm. The best was when you left your purse out, and he got a chance to take the travel-size perfume that was lying there on top of everything. There was a reason he got booked for defacing public property and not theft. Theft he was good at.
Eddie sprayed his pillow with your perfume and then used your lip balm that smelled and tasted like strawberries, fuck, everything about you was so sweet: your personality, looks and smell, even your fucking lip balm. He thought about how his lips were touching the thing that touched yours as he applied it to his own, and his dick got hard. Then he thought about how your strawberry lips would look around his hard cock.
You were taking over Eddie's senses as he began to tug at his cock. He thought about how he would love to flip up your skirt and fucking you in one of the empty rooms. His imagination ran wild. He thought about your voice, how your tits would look bouncing in that frilly yellow bra he got a peek at. He wanted you in every position, especially under him. He knew you would be the perfect little sub for him. He needed you to be; he was so close to cumming. He thought about you crying from how much you needed his cock to fill you. He thought about how good you would look and feel swallowing his cock. He needed to take what he thought, no needed to believe, was your virgin pussy.
Eddie came so hard that night, the first night he indulged in his fantasies of you with your smell lingering in the air of his room. The mix of your sent with his was too much. He needed you, and he would do anything to try and get you.
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"Ok, I can't take this anymore, you need to talk to him." Robin shook her head. 
"And say what?" 
"Yo Munson, come here!" 
"Robin!" You scolded.  
As Eddie approached, you felt your heart rate go up; you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. What on earth was she going to say now? 
"Okay, I can't take watching you two dance around one another any longer." "She thinks you're cute. Okay..." Robin gestured to you. "Do you think she is cute?"
Eddie didn’t say anything, he just slowly nodded his head.
The tension broke when the shrill of phone ring broke you out of your trance and shook you a little. You just stared at the phone and Robin butted in.
“I’ll take it, you take your lunch” she gave you a wink and you looked to Eddie.
“I could eat.” and he wasn't talking about the chicken they were serving for lunch.
You felt your stomach do a flip-flip; you heard the insinuation in his tone.
"Um, uh- yeah. Okay." You cleared your throat and went to find an empty room for some privacy.
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You guided Eddie up to the eighth floor. There were a lot of vacant rooms up there, and hardly anyone went in the west wing since no one was living there yet. The elevator ride up was silent; you felt an awkwardness, like Eddie was looking into your soul even though he wasn't even looking at you... The elevator dinged, and Eddie let you step out first, guiding him to the privacy he yearned for.
809 Eddie read on the door as you fumbled with the lock and key. Finally, you opened the lock and guided him inside. The room was completely empty; it echoed a little as your footsteps filled it.
"So..." You started but Eddie had no time for talking. He wanted you and he wanted you now.
Eddie surprised you by cupping your face and kissing you passionately. No one had ever kissed you like this before; it was strong and hard but also careful.
"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart." He spoke into your mouth. The kissing got more and more sensual. You ran your hands up his middle before you knew what was happening he quickly turned you around and pressed you up against the wall.
"You think it's cute? Teasing me for weeks with your sweet little outfits?" Eddie's hand was wrapped around your mouth to keep you quiet as his fingers explored you meat of your ass.
"Mmmmmph" You were so scared someone would find you in the empty suite, but it also turned you on more than expected.
"What was that sweetheart? I didn't quite catch that?" His fingers found the waistband of your stockings and pulled them and your panties down with one swift motion. His hand loosened its grip on your jaw so you could speak.
"N-no," You whimpered. This was turning you on way more than it should. You thought you would come up here to talk; maybe he would ask you out on a date. You never thought you would be fucking!
"I don't believe you."
You felt your skirt flipped up and a cool breeze on your wet pussy.
"Tell me, sweetheart, has anyone ever filled this pussy?" Eddie asked as he ran a single finger through your wet folds.
"Yes," You admit shakily. You gripped Eddie's wrist of the hand that was clamped around your throat.
Eddie can't say he was surprised that you’ve had men before him. You were beautiful, smart, funny, adorable. It's too bad you had to be with them before he got a taste.
"What a shame you've had to suffer through that before meeting me, babydoll."
"Why is that?" you ask bravely.
Eddie chuckled darkly... "Because baby, I'm about to ruin you for all men."
That made you gulp. You can't believe you were about to fuck your crush in the middle of the work day. You didn't do stuff like this! you were a good girl, a rule follower.
Before you could think anymore about the consequences, Eddie, he slipped his throbbing cock into your needy pussy.
"Holy fuck!" You screamed, and Eddie's hand clamped back down over your mouth to keep you quiet.
Just when Eddie didn't think you could get any hotter, the curse word you let slip from your mouth made his cock twitch inside of you.
"Fuck me, you stretch me out so good," You whine, and Eddie thinks he will bust a nut right then and there. His perfect little angel had the mouth of a whore.
"Yes, you like that, don't you, you dirty little slut." Eddie jerked his hips up into you. It was sharp and hard and hit that delicious spot inside you each time. “You wanna be my good girl? Or my bad girl?”
“Good- oh fuck- good girl. I want to be your good girl!”
“That shut the fuck up and take it like I know you can”
"oh my god, you're so big." Your eyes rolled back into your head as he became more controlled with his rhythm. His hands gripped your hip, and he wrapped his hand in your hair, yanking your head back like he was riding you.
The view Eddie had was your ass bounced off his cock was making his head spin. He knew you would hand a perfect pussy. It was his now and only his.
"This pussy is mine now, understand? Im going to fill this pussy so good you won't know what to do for days. The only thing you're going to be thinking of is me and my fat cock."
All you could do was moan in response. "Yea you like that you dirty little whore. You like that I own this pussy now…” Eddie slowed down, he rolled his hips slowly into your pussy and he swore he saw the light “You have everyone convinced you're a goodgirl but all you are is a cumslut. Tell me how much you want my cum coating your walls"
"I want it so bad!" you cried.
You've never had a dick like this before. Eddie was right, he's ruined you for all men and he hadn't even made you cum... yet. You had full faith that he was able to do so because you could feel it. The warm fuzzy feeling was bubbling up in your core. Eddie had picked up the pace at your omission, and fuck if he wasn’t hitting your g spot with each delicious stroke of his cock hitting your walls.
"Fuck I'm going to cum!" You scream, all caution thrown to the wind, you'd forgotten where you were. The only thing you could think of was Eddie and his delicious cock.
"Fuck yes, babydoll. Come on this cock." Eddie's hand let go of your hair and wrapped it around your throat, pulling you flush to his body.
"More" You whisper.
"Greedy greedy girl."
"Please" You begged. You needed him to touch you.
"There is my good girl." His hand that had gripped your hip slid down and started playing with your swollen clit and your legs almost gave out.
"Next time, I'm keeping my word, and I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy." Eddie growled.
That did it for you; your inner walls squeezed, and you felt your orgasm rush through you. Eddie trusted in you as your body convulsed around him.
"Fuck you're so fucking tight," Eddie grits through his teeth, and he fights off his impending orgasm. He doesn't want this moment to end, he wants it to last forever. What if this is the last chance he has to feel your pussy wrapped around him?
"Please, Eddie, I want your cum! I want your cum so fucking bad, my pussy needs it."
That did it for Eddie, he let go and his hot seed was being shot into you with a roar.
After minutes of silence and heavy breathing, Eddie bent down and pulled up your panties and stockings for you, trapping his cum with it. You turn slowly, afraid to look him in the eyes, but Eddie doesn't allow it. He brings your cin up, guiding your eyes to look into his.
"Don't shy away from me now, babydoll. You're going to go back down to the lobby and finish the rest of your work day knowing my cum is going to be seeping through your pretty little panties, ok?" He ordered, and you dumbly nodded your head, still fucked out by the amazing dick you just received.
"Good girl" Eddie patted your ass, and you walked to the elevator with wobbly legs. Eddie laughed and held you stand straight before letting go before you reached the first floor.
You returned from your break fifteen minutes later than allotted, but Robin covered for you. You couldn't even look her in the eyes, and she knew you got freaky with the freak of Hawkins.
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mrfoox · 1 year
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I'm.... Already sick of being home with my parents... 😔
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starlordsandrockets · 30 days
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One Bad Party
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pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+
word count: 6k
summary: After being broken up with at a house party, you return back to the compound at 3am to find Peter waiting for you.
a/n: Heyyy sorry I've been playing Baldur's Gate to escape my writers block. But here you go, feedback is appreciated bc I feel like this fic fell flat a bit??? Idk lol
There was only one question that kept crossing Peter’s mind whenever he saw you sneaking out of the compound to see your boyfriend: Were you sleeping with the guy?
Peter had no right to be this jealous. It was not like he had a chance with you. Peter tried, but he could barely hold a conversation with you without withdrawing into himself. He became a stuttering mess and before long he would find himself retiring, far too embarrassed to stay in the same room as you.
Peter looked up from his textbook. He was sitting in his dim room, studying at his desk. Or at least, he was attempting to study. The only thing running through his mind was the outfit you were wearing as you left the compound. 
Your bare leg flashed past your large black coat as you brushed off a comment from Tony. A black satin slip could be made out, hugging your curves as you wrapped the coat’s fabric around you, wishing to hide yourself from Tony’s judging gaze.
The thought of you was pushed out of Peter’s brain as he pushed out his chair, rising to his feet. He needed to clear his head for a bit.
Peter found himself staring into the kitchen’s large fridge, eyes scanning his options without a single processing thought. He wondered if you were coming home tonight. Not that it mattered, it was not like there was anyone special to come home to. Reaching out, Peter grabbed a cold, glass bottle. Studying the label he shrugged before opening the beer. The cold glass pressed against his warm skin as he took a sip.
The alcohol could never affect his senses, unless he were to make sure of it, but he still liked the taste of beer. He winced after his next sip, second guessing himself. Glancing at the time, it was almost three in the morning and Peter found himself praying for your arrival to the compound. Clearly, he needed some air to push his clouded thoughts of you out of his head. Right?
“Friday,” Peter spoke quietly with his drink in hand. 
“Yes Peter?”
“I’m going outside,” He informed the system.
“Of course, Peter. It is currently 40 degrees. I would recommend a jacket,”
“Thanks,” Peter smiled, hand finding a hoodie that he managed to leave in the lounge last night. How Tony had not thrown it on the ground in front of his bedroom door already was a surprise. 
Opening the door, the cold air hit him, making him shiver slightly.
Peter remembered what you had on when you left, and he only hoped you were inside somewhere nice and warm. Placing his bottle down on the tiny porch’s only step, he took an awkward seat on the cold stone. He rubbed his hands together, now wishing he had made a warm cup of coffee instead. Placing the bottle against his lips, he tilted his head back. He studied the stars as he took a few large sips of beer.
“What are you Tony’s guard dog?” Your voice rang through his ears, taking him off guard. You watched him begin to choke slightly, “‘Cause you’re shit at it,”
“N-No,” His single word was separated by a heavy cough, “I couldn’t sleep,” Peter knew half a beer was not affecting him, but somehow he was feeling a little confident, “and I noticed you weren’t back yet so-”
“So you’re up playing parent?” You studied where he was spread on the step, blocking your way to the door. Sure, you could go around him, but you already stumbled your way up the compound’s extremely long driveway.
“No- I just- it’s so cold and I was remembering what you were wearing when you left and I-” Peter rambled below you.
“Please give me a break. I heard enough from Tony before I left and I sure as hell don’t want to hear it again, especially from you,” You shot back. Your words were almost flowing like vomit, slurring and sloshing out of your quivering lips.
“No- No I- Y/N,” Peter shook his head. Moving his hands, he attempted to stand up, however his arm knocked against his bottle. The glass fell against the stone, shattering almost instantly. Staring at it, he almost laughed at how it reflected the conversation that hung in the frigid air.
“You’re in my way and I’m cold, so please,” Your gaze fell to your pointy heels as you wrapped your coat’s fabric around you tightly. Closing your eyes you did not want to see Peter stumbling before you in response to your hurtful tone. However, you also did not want him to see the tears that were forming in your eyes, “goodnight,” You muttered, pushing the heavy door open. 
“Y/N,” Peter called after you. He watched as you attempted to outrun him, however your imbalance twisted your ankles in your heels, “Hey-” He called out, reaching out, he steadied you as you began to crumble.
Inhaling, your stuffy nose played audibly, directing Peter’s gaze, “No,” You spoke defensively, “No- I’m not- it’s not. Peter,”
“What did he do?” Peter studied your face, “Your makeup- Before you left, you did that little thing you started doing,” He motioned to your eyes, “the little flick. And now it’s gone and your mascara is smudged under there-”
“Peter…” You stared back at him, confused as to why Peter would pay so much attention to you, if any at that. He was Spider-Man and you were Tony’s assistant who just got to live here because it was more convenient for the billionaire.
“No, because did he do something?” Peter questioned. His voice cracked slightly, making him clear his throat.
“Why do you care?” You questioned back, not sure where the question came from. Well, you knew because that is exactly what you were thinking. But, you were unsure as to why you were so blunt. Maybe you were still a little buzzed.
Peter’s hold on you loosened as the question passed through your lips. He could not confess to you, not now. He had thought of so many ways to tell you how he felt, and this was not one of them. 
He studied your appearance. Your makeup was a ghost of the painted picture it was hours before, and your posture was folded in on itself, as if you wished the dark compound to swallow you and allow you to hide away, “Because I knew he’d do something,”
“Y-You,” You stuttered, “don’t even know his name,” Peter’s brown gaze was serious, and it was a look you had never seen him wear. You were never around for important missions, just to make small talk to him at the coffee maker or Tony’s stupid little lounge parties.
“Don’t have to,” Peter spoke, “if he treated you any better I feel like you would’ve mentioned him to someone. To Nat when you guys share your coffee in the morning or Mr. Stark would bring him up during his parties to embarrass you… or to annoy me,”
You did not address his last claim. You just wanted to go to your room and cry, “I’m just… I’m a private person,” You shrugged, not meeting Peter’s gaze any longer. You heard him laugh slightly, a short exhale passing through his lips, “what?”
“I just- My body doesn’t let me get drunk so you wouldn’t believe how much I know about everyone from Mr. Stark’s dumb parties,” He watched as you met his eyes once again, “Y-You,” He paused, your gaze stirring up butterflies, “You say a lot when you’re drunk,”
“Like what?” You pried, watching Peter smile slightly.
“That’s how I found out,” Peter spoke, “Mr. Stark-” He paused, remembering the night Tony had tried so hard to get the two of you together after finding out Peter’s crush on you, “he suggested spin the bottle,” He heard you scoff, “Yeah well, that’s when you refused to play because you ‘met a guy’ and it was ‘kind of serious’,”
“So,” You spoke, “We were,” The word slipped as your gaze froze.
“...Were?” Peter questioned.
“Peter,” You shook your head.
“What do you mean?” Peter pushed.
“Peter, I’m tired,”
“Did he break up with you?”
“It’s like 3am and I want to get this fucking dress and heels off,” You spoke over him, watching him freeze in front of you.
He could help you with that, “Sorry,” Peter spoke, “You don’t have to tell me,” Peter wanted to slip that dress off of you.
“It’s not,” You sighed, feeling guilty as if you kicked a puppy, “It’s not like we talk. You know? When’s the last time we had a conversation like this?” You watched as Peter’s posture straightened in front of you, but in reality it felt like he was about to crumble from your piercing words.
“Right…” Peter spoke, knowing when to take a hint. “Sorry,” He stepped aside, allowing you to claw at the straps of your heels. It felt as if he was letting you slip right through his fingers. Sure, he did not want to be a rebound but at this point, he did not want you to think he had no intention of ever speaking to you, “It’s not that I haven’t tried,”
“What?” You questioned, planting a bare foot on the ground. The heel hung loosely in your grasp as you stared back at him.
“I try to talk to you- A lot actually… but,” Peter specified, “I’m just not great at it- I mean, I’m not even good at it,”
You paused, as awkward silence fell after Peter’s words, “Okay,” You smiled slightly, “Well, maybe we can talk in the morning? Over breakfast? If I’m not hungover,”
“Right,” Peter smiled in defeat, “Sure,” He watched as you pressed your lips in an awkward smile, the lipstick that was once there was now faded. You slipped the other shoe off your foot before turning towards the hallway. You made your way a few steps down the hall to the elevator doors, leaving Peter to stare right at you from where you left him, “It’s because I like you,” He spoke, surely low enough.
The elevator dinged but you did not walk inside it, not yet. You were at a standstill, your brain processing Peter’s quiet confession. Staring into the bright elevator, you watched as the doors began to slowly close. How could Peter like you when you found out your boyfriend had been cheating on you? Why would anyone like you?
“You’re-” You mumbled, “You’re fucking with me,” Turning, you dared to meet Peter’s far off gaze, “Stop fucking with me,”
“W-What?” Peter stuttered, watching you walk closer to him.
“You’re Spider-Man,” You informed, watching his head tilt slightly out of confusion.
“...Yeah? Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?” Peter questioned, his eyes trailed all over your body, forgetting that you could see his every move.
“Why would you…” You wrapped your coat around you in response to Peter’s gaze, “I’m just Tony’s assistant,” You stopped in your tracks, not able to get any closer to Peter.
“Why would I?-” His question fell short as he realized you had heard his quiet confession, “Oh,” Peter watched you nod shyly, “Don’t… don’t you want to get out of your clothes?”
“What?” You questioned, feeling your face heat up out of embarrassment.
“No- No! God, I just-” Peter stammered, “You said you wanted to change- I thought you could do that and maybe like, take off your makeup and then we could talk. Or, or we could do that in the morning- if you’re not hungover,” He repeated your earlier claim.
“Yeah… yeah,” You spoke, “I’ll go- I’ll go change,” You nodded, lips pressed together, “but, could you help me? These heels killed my feet,”
“Yeah,” Peter spoke, “Yeah, of course,” He was hesitant, hands reaching out. Peter hand touched you before, when he caught steadied you moments before, but now it felt different. Now you know, “Here,” Peter took in a quick breath before he slipped your large coat off of your skin. You almost looked nude, the dress under your coat was small compared to the coat’s large exterior. He folded the fabric before he tucked it under his arm, “and I can carry those,” He reached out towards your shoes that hung off of your curled finger.
“Thanks,” You smiled to yourself. However, your smile soon faded to a blank expression as you felt Peter’s fingertips on the small of your back. His hand soon flattened and you swore you could feel his sweaty palm through your thin dress.
***
The two of you silently made your way through an awkward elevator ride and stumbled your way to your room. Peter opened the door, watching you slip past him and into the dark room. You let out a loud sigh of relief after Peter shut the door behind him, “What?” He almost laughed.
“Feels good to be home,” You replied, “That party was a fucking nightmare,” You smiled, your lips quivered as you felt tears threaten to spill, “I didn’t want to go. I shouldn’t have,”
“Y/N,” Peter said, approaching you, he gathered a handful of your dress’s fabric, “Remember what I said,” The tone of his voice drew your attention. You never heard that slightly dominant tone pass through his lips before, “We can talk after. Okay?”
“Mhm,” You hummed, lips pressed nervously, “Right,” He began to hike up the fabric, the cool fabric tickling your thighs, “Peter,”
He had started helping you without a second thought. Peter was completely lost in you, functioning on autopilot. Your words brought him back to reality, “Sorry- I,” He turned, facing the wall, “I’m sorry- I forgot I was done helping. I got you here,”
You slipped the dress over your hips and past your chest, “Yeah,” You broke the silence, “but,” That word made Peter turn his head in time to check a glance of your exposed skin. The dress’s fabric covered your face as you slowly slipped it over your head. 
Could you see him staring? Peter took in the sight of your underwear and push-up bra for another second before turning his head back to the wall. His face must have been red. He felt his cheeks begin to grow warm. Peter also felt something else begin to grow and he hoped it was not noticeable.
“Could you help me?” You continued, now slipping a long, black night shirt over your skin. You wished you had anything else to wear to bed, anything sexier than an oversized shirt.
“Help with what?” Peter questioned, back still facing you. He watched as your room lit up a bit brighter from switching on the bathroom light.
“My makeup,” You almost groaned, “I’m too tireddd,” You placed your arms on the counter’s cool surface. Looking at your reflection you were reminded of the night you just had. Your mascara pooled under your lash line but you were still surprised Peter had noticed, “Peter,” You called out, hands covering your face, smudging your makeup even further.
Peter entered your small bathroom, taking in the space he had never seen before, “What’s up?” He watched as you blindly dug through one of your drawers. A pack of makeup wipes appeared in front of him as you leaned further onto the counter, a tired groan vibrating past your lips, “Okaaay,” Peter laughed, “Come’re then,” He took the pack, setting it down before he reached out. Turning you around, you faced him now. Your eyes were still closed from when you were rubbing your tired eyes, “Just one?”
“Mhm,” You nodded, finally opening your eyes. That is when you realized how close Peter was. You studied his hands as he peeled open the makeup wipes. His fingers were long and slender, making something in you stir. You focused on his fingers moving around the cloth in his large hands.
“Hey,” Peter spoke, taking hold of your face with his free hand, “I have to see your face to take the makeup off,” He laughed. The smile quickly faded as he studied your face in his hold, a look of embarrassment flooded his face. Peter realized not only how close he was to you, but was reminded just how pretty you were. Nervousness traveled up his spine, making him shiver slightly, “Right,” He spoke, clearing his throat as you stared back up at him.
His touch was gentle as he replaced his hand with the makeup wipe, making you jump, “cold,” you muttered, nervous at Peter’s closeness.
“Sorry,” Peter replied, rubbing the makeup off of your skin.
“Don’t look too close,” You laughed, “I’m not that pretty up close,” You chose your words wisely, not wanting Peter to think you were baiting for a compliment.
But that was exactly what was running through Peter’s head. Peter was trying to find the right words to say so he did not seem like he was as obsessed with you as he was, “I think you’re pretty,” Was all he managed to admit, watching your gaze snap right to his loving brown gaze, “I mean… I can move-  if you think I’m too close,”
“You think I’m pretty?” You mentally kicked yourself as the cliche question slipped past your lips.
“Yeah,” Peter nodded. Pretty was an understatement, “You’re probably the prettiest girl I know,” He tested the water.
“Nat and Wanda live here,” You spoke, “So I think you’re lying,”
“Nah,” Peter focused on your eyes, “Close your eyes,” He instructed, watching you do as you were told. He felt as if he should use this to his advantage, that way you could not affect him with your gaze, “I thought that since the day you got here. Plus, Nat and Wanda kind of scare me,” He watched you smile slightly.
“I don’t scare you?” You questioned, feeling his breath on your skin, making your lips press closed.
“A little, but in a good way,” He admitted.
“Yeah?” You laughed to yourself, eyes still closed, “And what is that supposed to mean?”
Peter did not answer, he was far too embarrassed and lost in the thought of you. The ‘good way’ was that it turned him on, “There,” He finally spoke as he studied your cleaned face.
“You didn’t answer my question,” You spoke, however your words fell short as Peter dragged the makeup wipe across your mouth.
“Sorry- Missed a spot,” He teased, watching you stick out your tongue at the bitter taste of the wipe.
You made your way to the sink, washing your face with cold water. Peter stood silently behind you, studying you through the mirror. Or you assumed so, not daring to meet his brown gaze.
“Sooooooo… you want to talk about it now?” He finally questioned as you dried your face off on a soft towel.
“About the party?” You questioned, hanging up the towel, “Or… about what you said? Earlier,”
Peter’s head fell, studying his fingers that intertwined, absentmindedly, “W-Whatever… whichever you want to first,”
Walking out of the small bathroom, you placed a finger on its light switch. You stared at Peter, waiting for him to follow you, “Yeah… whichever,” However, Peter did not budge, “That party…” You started, “that paaarty was… the worst night of my life,” You laughed before switching off the light. Walking over to your bed, you fell back onto it. However, you regretted it, feeling the alcohol move around in your stomach as your head spun, “...fuck. I’m so fucking stupid,”
“You’re not,” Peter interrupted.
Raising your head, you stared at him for a moment before your gaze returned to the ceiling, “I knew he was talking to someone else. I mean, I suspected it. Turning the phone away when I was too close. Locking it as soon as I entered the room. The lying… I could tell by the mannerisms, by his facial tics,” You groaned, “But you know… ‘he was different’... I was just into him because he barely gave me the time of day unless we were fucking,”
Those words clicked in Peter’s head. 
You were fucking that guy.
“The one time I mentioned him to Tony and he read him like a book and I just… God, I just didn’t want Tony to be right,” You somewhat laughed, “Because I hate it when he’s right,”
“You deserve so much better than that guy,” Peter spoke.
“What? I should be glad he fucking cheated on me? Glad that I showed up to the party, only to find him grinding on her ass and she was wearing the same fucking thing I was wearing?”
“Y/N,”
“What?” You heard the pity in his voice, “I don’t need you to feel bad for me-”
“I’m not- I just can’t believe anyone would do that to you. It pisses me off because if I ever had a chance with you I would never take advantage of it,” Peter admitted, “You’re way out of my league- and I bet you were for him too- and god if I ever fucked up like him I think I’d be the biggest idiot,” You stared back at him, a small smile sat on your lips, “...What?”
“You… actually do like me?” You questioned.
“Well… yeah,” Peter replied, red-faced, “I’m- I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out yet. I feel like I’m so obvious. Literally everyone here knows it,”
“I had no clue,” You almost laughed.
“Really?”
You both felt the mood shift, as Peter sat at the end of your bed, “Yeah… I don’t know. We hardly talked and when we do you always end up leaving… you know,” You rambled, staring at the ceiling, “I always thought I scared you or something, you know, because I just… don’t know how to talk to people really. Everyone I meet always goes off to tell someone they think I’m stuck up- Or if I don’t talk I’m a bitch,”
“I like hearing you talk,” Peter spoke, absentmindedly. Your eyes fell on him as he looked down at you, “You- You’re… interesting and really cool,”
“Y-Yeah?” You laughed somewhat at his awkwardness, “Well… thanks. You too- I mean, you’re cool…too,”
“I-I’m… not cool, like at all,” Peter looked surprised, “I’m super awkward and I like the dumbest stuff,”
“It's not dumb,” You picked up your head, “You’ll convince me to finish Star Wars one day,” You watched a grin curl his lips, “Really. I like it when you talk about stuff you like. I really like it,” You watched Peter’s hand move towards your face. His fingers brushed back some hair that sat out of place, “...My ex- Well he was always too cool to like anything. You know- one of those guys. He was too cool for everything…”
“How about we don’t talk about him anymore” Peter spoke. He stared at you, wanting to touch you. So he tested the water, running his fingers through your hair.
“Mhm,” You hummed in response, eyes closing with each pet of your head. Your eyes felt heavy as your body reminded you that it was probably around four in the morning.
“Do you want me to leave?” Peter questioned, catching a glimpse of your closing eyes, “so you can sleep,”
“No,” You admitted, “I want you to stay and keep touching my hair,” You heard Peter laugh from above you.
“Fine, but I need you to get on the bed more,” He stood up, waiting for you to position yourself on the bed from where you happened to just flop over.
You slowly got adjusted under the covers as you watched Peter walk towards your bathroom, “Is it okay if I use your bathroom?”
“Mhm,” You hummed again as you waited for him to return. You heard the light switch off as you felt your heart begin to beat faster at the idea of Peter sharing a bed with you, “You don’t mind staying, right? Is it weird?”
“No… I mean- do you think it’s weird?” He questioned, standing at the side of your bed.
“No,”
“Yeah… it’s fine then,” Peter almost held his breath as he entered your covers. He could hear your heart racing next to him, however it was almost overpowered with the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears.
Peter laid on his back as he felt you shifting by his side. He did not dare look your way, eyes fixated on the ceiling of your room as his eyes adjusted to the dark room.
“Goodnight,” You whispered from your spot next to him, feeling Peter’s body jump slightly from your quiet voice breaking the heavy silence, “sorry,”
“N-Night,” Peter replied, hearing you laugh to yourself from behind the sheets.
***
You stirred, as light from the room’s large windows broke your slumber. Your head was pounding as you tried to recall last night. That is when you remembered that the arm that was wrapped around you was Peter’s and not your ex’s.
Peter’s arm laid across your hip as you laid on your side, eyes staring at the wall, attempting to process what exactly unfolded last night.
You were not drunk. You remember every moment, but every moment felt like a dream.
Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Peter’s sleeping face.
Your gaze traveled across his soft skin, eyes bouncing from freckle to freckle. His lashes fluttered, looking as if he was still experiencing a dream.
Reaching out, you rested your hand on his side. You felt Peter pull you closer to him while he slept, “P-Pete,” You whispered, afraid of your morning breath.
“mmm,” Peter groaned as you shook him slightly, by his waist. You watched as he eventually stirred awake, “H..hey,” He spoke quietly, eyes barely open, “How’d you sleep?”
“Not as good as you,” You joked, as his hold on you tightened. Peter still drifted in and out of his sleeping state, “Since… you know. You’re all cuddled up next to me,”
“Hm?” He questioned, eyes finally opening, “Oh- Sorry,”
“It’s- It’s fine,” Your hand took hold of his shirt before he could attempt to move away from you. You stared at his face, his brown gaze refusing to meet your eyes. Every thought that bounced around your head told you to kiss him, hell, every cell in your body was inching towards him; grasp on the fabric pulling your bodies closer.
For a moment your gaze fell to his lips before your lashes fluttered shut, lips pressing against Peter’s for a forceful kiss.
Taken aback, Peter’s eyes widened before they squeezed shut as he attempted to hold back the lust that began to flood through him, “Hey- he- hmm,” Peter hummed against your lips as your kiss smothered any word that attempted to leave. He kissed you back, hands traveling underneath the hem of your shirt’s large fabric.
His sweaty palms traced your curves, studying you even behind closed eyes. Peter felt himself begin to be swept away, worried he would not be able to resurface. Pushing you away by your hip, he attempted to pull out from your hungry kiss, “Hey… Y/N,” Peter watched as your mood shifted almost instantly, looking as if your heart had shattered all over again from the night before, “No- no, it’s just- Y/N I won’t be able to stop,” Peter attempted to explain, “Y/N, I want you… I think about it more than I’d like to admit and it always ends up with me not being able to help myself…”
“I want you… Peter,” You thought for a moment, “I need you,”
“I don’t want to hurt you like he did… or worse,” Peter thought about his strength.
“You won’t. I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” You sat up, watching Peter roll onto his back. Picking up a leg, you swung it over his own, straddling his waist. You were never this forward, but you were always this desperate.
You always had feelings for Peter, you just never thought someone like him would reciprocate.
With that thought, you felt Peter’s hands grasp the plush skin of your thighs, “You- You’re sure?”
“Please,” You breathed out before Peter flipped you on the bed, pushing your face into one of the bed’s plush pillows. You felt as he hiked up the fabric of your shirt, exposing your panties to him. His dominant palm rubbed circles on the side of your ass before you heard him take a deep breath.
This time, it was time for you to take in a breath as Peter began to pull the fabric of your panties down.
You would be lying if you said you were not self continuous about Peter seeing your body for the first time in such an intimate way. The entirety of your last relationship had you on edge, hoping you were good enough.
Suddenly, the bunching fabric halted, making your breath stop as well, “Relax,” You heard Peter speak. Bending over your back, Peter planted a kiss on your ear, making you shutter.
“I- I just… he really messed me up I think,” You laughed to yourself, “so. So I don’t think you could ever hurt me more than him,” As the claim left your lips, Peter flipped you back onto your back, “Pete-” You heard the tearing of fabric as Peter, literally, ripped your panties off your legs.
He shifted down on your bed, ignoring your claims to the torn fabric. Peter’s heart was beating out of his chest as he grew closer to what was hidden behind the silky fabric. Placing his hands on your knees, he spread your locked legs, “Hey,” He watched as you locked eyes with him and that is when he felt a switch flip in him, “I don’t want to hear you talk about him anymore,” Your wide eyes stared back at him, “Okay?”
You nodded.
“I want to hear you say it,”
“Okay…” You mustered the courage.
“Okay? Okay what?” Peter’s fingers trailed along your skin. Closer and closer to your wet folds. His touch circled you almost teasingly.
“I won’t talk about him anymore,” You answered.
“Good,” Peter almost smiled, but there was a newfound cockiness behind his words. His thumb brushed against your clit, “Why shouldn’t you?”
“What?” You almost whimpered, wanting the teasing to end.
“Why shouldn’t you talk about him anymore?” 
“I… I don’t know,” You spoke with frustration. However, Peter’s gaze made you think about giving a better answer, “Because… because I deserve better?”
“Is that a question?”
“No…” You whined as Peter gently thumbed your clit, however it was not enough, “Peter please,”
“Fine,” Peter smiled at your desperation. Lowering himself, he placed your legs over his shoulders. He took in the sight before him, fingers running through your wet folds, “You’re so wet... You like it when I tease you or something?”
“...No- it makes me mad,” You spoke, unfiltered, not wanting to focus on the fact that Peter was seeing your flaws so up close.
“I don’t know, I think you like it,” He spoke, inserting his index finger into you, watching you wither in front of him, “So pretty,” Peter spoke under his breath. He listened as you attempted to hold back a few quiet moans, “You sound so pretty… wanna hear you,” Curling his fingers, he hit you at a different angle, making your eyes roll, head rolling back into your pillow, “Yeah?” He almost laughed, “Right there?”
You nodded, knowing if you parted your lips, you would not be able to shut up. However, Peter had other plans, his fingers moving in and out of you even faster. “FFffuckk,” You moaned, eyes screwed shut, “Pete-” His name was cut short, interrupted by a louder moan as Peter’s lips found your clit. He gave it a wet kiss before his tongue explored you.
Your ex never did this, and if he ever did, the foreplay lasted only long enough to make sure you were wet for him. Mentally, you kicked yourself, finding your brain occupied by your ex even though Peter just told you to not talk about him, “Are you thinking about him?” You heard Peter ask like clockwork.
“W-What?” You stuttered, opening your eyes. Looking down, you meet Peter’s dominant gaze.
“You stopped moaning,” Peter spoke, “Your eyebrows are all… furrowed- and not in a sexy way,” He added an extra finger into you, hearing you moan at the action, “I can stop- If you’re not over him I’d rather stop than you think about him the whole time,”
“No- No… Sorry,” You breathed out, “I- I know you told me not to talk about him but- I… I was just thinking about how he never… he never did this,” You rambled as Peter’s fingers still pumped in and out of you slowly, “fffuck- and- and I just-”
“Guess I’ll have to make up for lost time,” Peter somewhat joked before his lips returned to your clit. He placed a wet kiss between your legs before he continued to pleasure you.
“Please,” You breathed out, almost relieved. You were relieved that you no longer had to beg for anything you deserved, because Peter was ready to give it to you instantly.
A shaking moan passed through your lips as Peter inserted a finger into you. He was slow at first, taking in your small, breathless moans; however he found his hunger for you growing.
He continued to work you with his mouth and finger, before inserting another digit. Pulling away from your heated skin, Peter spoke, “I wanna hear you say my name,” He breathed out.
“W-What?” You stuttered through your waves of pleasure.
“Wanna hear you say my name,” Peter repeated, “And I never want to hear you say his again,”
“Mm,” You groaned at his dominance.
“What was that?” Peter questioned, slowing his fingers that pumped in and out of you. It pained him to do so, he wanted to please you desperately, but he also wanted to prove his point.
“Yes,” You breathed out, “...please,”
“Please?” Peter questioned.
“Pleaseee,” You drew out, mustering the courage to speak his name in such an intimate setting, “Peter,”
“Good,” Peter’s lips curled into a subtle, cocky smile. His fingers found their previous pace before pumping even faster.
“Ff-fuck,” You moaned. You heard Peter hum in response, as if he was questioning you, “Peter,” You repeated his name. With that his smiling lips return to your clit, his tongue only increasing your pleasure, “I- I’m so close,”
“Need you to cum for me,” Peter spoke quickly before returning between your legs. He found a rhythm that made you a stuttering mess, and stuck with it.
“I’m- I’m going to cum,” You moaned, hand falling between your legs. Your fingers tangled in his soft, brown locks. Your hips jutted, meeting his tongue halfway with each thrust. You felt as if you were losing your mind, not sure when the last time you experienced this much pleasure was, “Fuck Peter- I’m-” Your words fell short as you came. Your eyes screwed shut as Peter continued to taste you. Waves of pleasure jutted through you, making your body twitch with each stroke from Peter’s tongue, “f-f fuck- too… too much,” You breathed out, hands trying to push Peter’s face away from you.
“Sorry,” Peter spoke, crawling up your body. He fell to his side, laying next to you on the bed, “How was that?” He watched your chest rise and fall as you attempted to catch your breath.
Small laughter fell from your parted lips as you realized just how long it was taking you to recover from the pleasure, “I… I haven’t felt like that in… well, in a long time,”
“And that’s a good thing? It was good?” Peter questioned, hoping that his attempt would make you forget all about your ex.
“No- Yeah,” You breathed, “I haven’t cum that hard in awhile,” You added, “Just… just give me a minute and we can keep going,”
“Keep going?” Peter questioned.
“Yeah. I mean, you’re probably really hard,” You spoke, “or… I hope you are,”
“Yeah,” Peter laughed, “I am. But we can stop,”
“Why?” Your head turned towards him from where you stared at the ceiling, “Do you not want me anymore?”
“What? No- I mean. I want you,” Peter spoke, “I really want you- but I. I want to take things slow… with you,” He studied your worried expression, “If that’s okay,”
“Oh… yeah,” You nodded, “I just. I thought you’d want me to return the favor,”
“Another time,” Peter spoke, “I’ll be waiting- but no rush,” He watched you laugh to yourself.
Peter was the kindest person you have met in a long time and it made you wonder why you even settled for anyone else.
“Fine,” You agreed, “but I thought you ‘wouldn’t be able to stop yourself’,” You almost teased, watching Peter roll onto his back next to you.
“Yeah, yeah,” He laughed.
“Yeah… so forgive me if I thought something was wrong,” You spoke sarcastically.
“I just- I didn’t want to do whatever he did,” Peter spoke, “Because I like you and I don’t just want to fuck you,” Peter spoke, “I just want you to understand that. And I want you to have time to get over him,”
“Thanks,” You spoke quietly, “...You wanna go make breakfast?”
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STAR STUDDED BAGGAGE [1].
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SYNOPSIS. the saying “never meet your idols” exists for a reason. you just didn’t expect the reason to be because said idols would end up declaring that you’re their alleged lover from a past life (past lives, rather). now you have three big celebrities vying for your attention, and it’s not as dreamlike as you imagined it to be.
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PAIRINGS. choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRES. reincarnation! au, celebrity! au (soloist! yeonjun, actor! soobin, rock band member! beomgyu), slight college! au, slight historical! au, rom-com, angst if you squint, reverse harem woohoo. WARNINGS. swearing, secondhand stress HHAHAHAH. WORD COUNT. 2.9k.
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NOTE. and so it begins!! grabbed seventeen’s “second life” and gave it to beomgyu’s band, by the way. future chapters will be a lot longer bcs this one is sort of just an introduction. please lmk what u think so far!!
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CHAPTER 1 — the consequences of working with a choi.
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One.
“I told you I won’t do any romance dramas!”
Choi Soobin isn’t usually one to throw tantrums. He’s gentleness itself, says the media. The loveliest, most humble and soft-spoken angel to have ever graced South Korea’s entertainment industry. Interviewees praise him for being so kind and warm. Award-winning actor Lee Minyuk decided to adopt him the day they first met while working on a drama just a year ago.
He’s so nice, so sweet, so lovely— a stark contrast to the roles he usually plays, but that doesn’t take away from the songs of praise that articles and Twitter posts usually string along with Choi Soobin’s name.
All of this is true of course. As long as you’re not contractually obligated to babysit his whiny, picky, six foot tall ass every single day.
“Soobin, why don’t you give it another—”
“This is ridiculous,” he huffs, crossed armed on the sofa with a tattered script sitting on the low coffee table before him. Manager Lee feels a headache kicking in. Why is this bastard acting up when the interns are in the office? Those two simply wanted to deliver the scripts for Soobin to pick from, but they are looking at his actor’s surprising behavior with wide eyes. Now, it’s going to be his job to make sure that they don’t run their mouths about the nation’s alleged first love actually being a spoiled brat.
“Soobin,” Manager Lee exhales for the nth time. This script is from Writer Kang. The Writer Kang! She wrote this script with you in mind as the lead. Can you at least maybe reconsider—”
“I’m not doing it.” Soobin won’t budge. He’s got a visibly troubled and offended look on his face and his manager wants to smack him upside in the head. How could he not understand that this is an opportunity of a lifetime? “Hyung, you know the reason why I even signed to this company in the first place. I’m not doing it. Absolutely not.”
He picks up the script like it’s a dirty rag— disgusted expression to match— only to reveal a page that suddenly prompts him to throw the entire thing across the room. The two interns flinch. Manager Lee feels his hair turning gray by the second.
“There’s a kissing sce— agh! Gosh! What will my soulmate think if she sees me kissing another woman?!”
“Soul...soulmate?” unfortunate intern number one voices out hesitantly.
“Is...Choi Soobin seeing someone right now?” asks number two, and Manager Lee wants to retire early. His actor is still ranting on and on about how there’s no way in hell he’s taking on this role. He doesn’t really wanna deal with that right now.
“No. He’s not seeing anybody. He’s never been in a relationship before.”
Manager Lee knows this because he’s been Soobin’s manager since the young star was still seventeen, when he was still as nice and well-behaved as the tabloids made him out to be. That same kid is now a grown adult and shuddering over a possible kissing scene in a screenplay. “Ahh. I can’t do this, I seriously can’t do this, hyung!” Fame does change people. Manager Lee wants seventeen year-old Soobin back.
“Then...then who is his soulmate…?”
It’s hard to imagine that an A-List star like Choi Soobin is suffering from unrequited love. “A woman from his past life,” answers Manager Lee. “Or so he says.” The interns look at him. Come—come again? their expressions seem to say. Manager Lee lets out an exasperated sigh. This one’s even harder to comprehend.
“Hyung,” Soobin finally calls out for him. Lee returns his attention to his artist, who’s now flipping through the other scripts on the table with an even more disgruntled expression. “Hyung, are these all the offers I have? They’re all romance! Don’t we have other options?!”
“The CEO wants you to expand your roles, Soobin,” Manager Lee flatly replies. “Your fans too. You can’t keep doing action-mystery-thrillers forever. It’s a waste of your visuals. They want to see you in lighter things too.” He walks over to pick up the first rejected script from the floor, dropping it in front of Soobin, who is currently a deflated balloon.
He’s changed. But sometimes it feels as though his artist hasn’t grown up ever since they first met.
“If you take Writer Kang’s drama, you’ll get even bigger, Soobin.”
“I’m not interested in fame,” Soobin mumbles, shoulders slacked and dejected. “I just want—”
“If you gain ever more fame, expand your reach, won’t that mean your soulmate can find you sooner as well?” Soobin takes the bait. He flinches upon hearing the word he’s been chasing after ever since, a glimpse of consideration flashing through his expression as he nips down his bottom lip. Manager Kim lands a hand on his shoulder. “Think about it, kid. You shouldn’t waste opportunities like this.”
Soobin lets out a breath. “I’ll...I’ll give it some thought.”
Dear god, finally. Manager Lee ushers out a sulky and troubled Soobin out into the hall with the script hugged against his chest and tells him to relax for the day. “Don’t overthink it. Just do what you want to do,” he says, after gaslighting him into positively considering the role. Still, Soobin needs this. He’s been stagnating since his last project, Study Group. He needs to switch up genres if he wants to improve.
“Wow,” intern number two exhales the moment Soobin leaves the premises. “You really are a veteran, sir. But does Choi Soobin’s soulmate really exist? Who is he looking for?”
Manager Lee shrugs and drops onto the sofa with a grunt. “Beats me. He doesn’t even know her name.”
*
Two.
“Yeonjun! Choi Yeonjun, look over here!”
“Choi Yeonjun, you look good today as well!”
“Please give a heart to the camera!”
“Fuck! Choi Yeonjun, you’re so fucking hot!”
That last one made Yeonjun’s mouth twitch into a smirk, and the screaming instantly became louder. Unintentional, but he relishes in the attention, anyway. He flips down his sunglasses to block the flashing lights from the cameras (causing another unintentional pandemonium), and his manager (Kim Noona, he likes to affectionately call when she’s about to yank out his hair roots for misbehaving) quickly ushers him into van before his rabid fans break through the bodyguards’ defenses and jump him.
“Good work today,” says Manager Kim as they start to drive away from the fansign venue. Yeonjun has his window rolled down and is blowing air kisses to the crowd. Ignorance is bliss, Manager Kim decides. “However, you don’t have time to run a catwalk on the way to the van tomorrow since you have another schedule immediately after the fansign. Try to strut for two minutes max tomorrow, please.”
“‘Kayyy,” Yeonjun hums, rolling the tinted windows back up and leaning back into the car seat with a satisfied groan. They’re on the way back to his apartment now. Time for him to start his routine. “Noona, do you have all the letters I got today?”
“Look to your left.” 
And there it is indeed— a stack of notes and envelopes and perfume-drenched messages of love and adoring affection. He flits through each one, skimming over every note and every letter like he’s looking for something. “Sleep early tonight,” Manager Kim tells him as he knits his brows, nearing the end of the stack. “You have a shoot in the morning, in case you forgot.” 
Yeonjun is back at the first letter he started with. Nothing, he lets out a sigh. Not one that he’s looking for.”
“Noona,” he calls out. “I’m going live right now.”
There’s a bump on the road.
“No, wait—”
[🔴 yawnzzn is live].
“Hehe. Yeonjunnie is here—!”
Manager Kim abruptly stops the car. Thank fucking god the road isn’t too crowded. She watches Yeonjun from the rearview mirror as he smiles at the outstretched camera and makes casual greetings and hello’s to the viewers, heart racing in fear. “Right now? I’m on the way back home. Can’t wait to get a nice shower once I get back.” Okay, she lets in a deep breath, starting the car once more. Yeonjun isn’t doing anything weird yet. Better to drop him off as soon as possible.
“Nooo, I haven’t had dinner yet, I’ll order once I get home. What do you guys recommend?”
He’s being normal. He’s acting fine. This is good.
“Ramen? That sounds good. Kimchi jjigae is also yummy.”
Maybe he just wanted to interact more with his fans, yes. He’s always been like that. Maybe he won’t say anything rash this time.
“Oh! The video with Mark Lee from NCT? Did you see us hugging? Hehe, Mark and I look good together?” They’re almost at his apartment building. They’re almost here. Once they arrive, Yeonjun will turn off the livestream and Manager Kim can finally fucking retire for the day. “That’s cute. But it’s too bad. I’m already interested in someone else.”
Screeeech!
The car stops. “Yeonjun.” But Yeonjun’s live stream is still ongoing. “Turn off the live.”
Yeonjun is smiling at his phone in painful ignorance. Manager Kim doesn’t miss the one second glance he spares at her. One second. One mere second before he starts inciting chaos even more. “Who? That’s a secretttt. I don’t want to tell you.”
Manager Kim’s phone starts buzzing. “Yeonjun, turn it off.” The buzzing won’t stop. Her personal phone starts going off as well
“Ah. Should I give you a hint?”
There’s an incoming call now.
“Choi Yeonjun, turn off the god damned—”
“Okay!” Yeonjun suddenly exclaims. He flashes a knowing smile to the camera, but his dearly stressed and overworked manager knows that it’s directed to her rather than the thousands of people witnessing the artist she’s in charge of stirring his third rumor of the week. Her phone won’t stop buzzing, it can be used as a fucking vibrator at this point. Choi Yeonjun is lucky he rakes in most of the agency’s profits— otherwise his contract would be terminated by now. “I have to go. My manager looks like she’s about to fire me, hehe. See you all tomorrow! Mwah!”
Just like that, the live stream ends, but Manager Kim’s phone is still incessantly ringing and beeping and giving the signal that Choi Yeonjun will once again go trending on Twitter— not in the way the company wants. Again. “Kim Noona?” Yeonjun calls out. “The light is green. The cars behind are honking at us.”
Manager Kim’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Yeonjun.” And they start moving again. “What are you gonna do once you get home?”
“Post a damage control photo. Got it.”
He knows. He knows yet he keeps pulling the same shit every week.
“Good...good— just,” his manager lets out a sigh, and they arrive at the front of his building. “No matter what I tell you, you won’t stop pulling these stunts, aren’t you?”
“Nope.” Yeonjun flashes her a grin, unbuckling his seatbelt, ready to slide the door open. “Thanks, noona! See you tomorrow!”
With that, Yeonjun leaves with a bounce in his step right after the mess he just made.
The problem is, Manager Kim can’t tell him to stop either after knowing exactly why he’s doing all of these scandal-bait, potentially career damaging things. It’s not something she can believe in, and it’s definitely not within the realm of reality. But after seeing the look on her artist’s eyes when he said— how many more headlines must he make until you can finally find your way back to him?
Well. All Manager Kim can do is work PR to their deaths for damage control.
*
Three.
“Why don’t we kick it off by listening to your latest single?”
Studio lights burn the set. Five seats are settled in place, four against one for an interview with one of the hottest K-Rock groups of the generation. Yeong-Il released a new single just earlier in the week, and it’s topped the charts ever since release. 
If I am given a second life I may live and breathe differently compared to now
Lee Heeseung looks happy to be here. So do Yang Jeongin and Lim Jimin. Choi Beomgyu, on the other hand, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but here right now, complete with the faraway look on his face as he’s clearly not paying attention to the comments the host is making, instead drowning in melody and lyrics hummed by the speakers.
Among the streets we’ll walk past each other without knowing
“It’s quite different from our usual music, no?” Heeseung laughs.
I hope we remember each other
“Right!�� Jeongin chimes in. “But I think we should hear from the man who produced and wrote this.”
Even in our next life Even at that time, I’ll go to you
“Choi Beomgyu!”
Even in our next life Even at that time, I’ll go to you
“Beomgyu, are you awake?”
Even if a second life That’s different from now comes to me The one thing I can say is That I’m going to be by your side
“Beomgyu!”
“Ah.” Beomgyu finally wakes up. He catches the concerned and nervous glances of his friends-slash-bandmates. Beomgyu takes the microphone from Jimin, tapping it once, before saying, “What do I do? It’s a little embarrassing to talk about this by myself.” Jeongin fails to hold back a snort at his lack of sincerity. Jimin sends him a nudge with his elbow. 
“Hey, this isn’t the first time you’ve written a song. Quit acting coy,” Heeseung manages to salvage the conversation, invisible sweat dripping down the side of his face. Beomgyu finally decides to stop stalling and answers the question.
“Well, anyhow, I think you can tell from the lyrics. Second Life is about a love that extends beyond lifetimes— promising that even after we’ve lived, died, and reborn as different people, there is still no one I’d love but you.” There’s some coughs from his bandmates. Beomgyu presses his lips into a smile. “That’s it.” And passes the microphone back to whoever reaches out for it first.
This kind of behavior from Yeong-il’s guitarist and vocalist isn’t new. 
The problem is, even though his team and fans are used to it, not everyone is, so the show’s host is taken aback by Beomgyu’s complete lack of care, unaffected and impenetrable. He stifles out a cough, flits through his cue cards. “O—oh, how romantic!” he exclaims. “I’ve noticed that a lot of your other songs that Choi Beomgyu-ssi has written seem to have a similar theme. Isn’t that right?”
“Yeah, it’s not really a secret, and it’s honestly pretty obvious,” Beomgyu answers, earning another nudge from Jimin. 
“He doesn’t seem like it, but Beomgyu is the biggest romanticist out of all of us,” Heeseung saves the day once more. Choi Beomgyu has been once dubbed as the biggest hurdle in every interviewer’s career. Nobody knows if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he really is just like that.
“We—well, can we ask what your inspiration is for writing this kind of music?”
It’s not a new question. It’s a question asked interview after interview to Choi Beomgyu whenever they release one of his songs riddled with his signatures of reincarnation, second lives, and first loves. But he’s always avoided answering them, sometimes going as far as outright telling the host that he doesn’t want to answer.
Though his bandmates are indeed both dreading and looking forward to the day Beomgyu would finally make a public answer to that million dollar question—
“Myself.”
—they certainly did not expect him to answer with the truth.
“What?”
“The tracks were inspired by myself,” he says, face flat, free from any sign of humor or jest. “I’m still waiting for my first love from my first life. There must be a reason why I still remember her and the life we shared. Doesn’t that mean we’re both destined to meet again?”
Silence washes over. Everyone on set is looking at Beomgyu, waiting for him to laugh or smile or crack a joke or some shit just to give an indication that he wasn’t at all serious with that statement. Their managers are frozen. They’re all looking at Heeseung to finally and neatly wrap things up before the mood gets worse.
Heeseung gets the signal. He quickly snatches the microphone from his friend and starts making bullshit up and praying to god that this part gets edited out. “Aha—ahaha, Beomgyu really likes to remain in character! That’s how much he takes his music seriously! Anyway—”
The rest of the interview turns up normally. No unexpected backstory reveals or trauma-dumps. No mentions of possible supernatural phenomena whatsoever and that’s mostly because Beomgyu decided to keep quiet for the rest of it.
He’s seriously a ticking time bomb, all but him share the same thought upon exiting the studio, until Heeseung finally confronts him about it when they reach the van.
“Dude, what the hell was that?”
“I know, I know. You don’t have to nag me,” Beomgyu groans. “We can ask them not to air that part, anyway. I’m just getting impatient.”
Impatience.
That’s a mutual feeling shared by all three of them. 
Twenty years. That’s how long they’ve been waiting. Centuries, if you count the period in between their previous lives and now. But when the person they’ve been waiting for finally shows up— patience will be a virtue that they’ll need to learn to strengthen. Patience. They’ll need to be a hell of a lot more patient if they want to take back what they lost.
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softest-punk · 9 months
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If you're still taking prompts for the uni au, how about Dream getting a weather induced migraine (definitely not me projecting). Maybe Hob seizes the opportunity to be as sweet as possible to him
Choosing to set this post-smooch bc I think they should be allowed to cuddle :D
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The sound of the door swinging open and Hob's footsteps falling lightly as he steps inside their flat marks the high point of Dream's day so far. Hob had been absent—at work—when he rose this morning with twin pneumatic drills boring into his skull by way of his eyeballs, and all Dream has wanted since was his return.
"Oh love," Hob says, pacing his way over to the sofa. He knows, by now, what Dream curled up on the sofa, with a half-consumed cup of tea and a heavy blanket pulled over his head, means.
A warm, familiar hand steals deftly under the blanket, letting in minimal light but maximum comfort in the form of Hob's fingers carding through his hair.
"Weather?" Hob asks.
Dream grunts. Hob will understand. He has an uncanny ability to read the barest of sounds as though they were each eloquent sentences, brimming with nuance.
Hob's fingers work their way down to the back of Dream's neck, setting off a full-body shiver that for a moment renders the pain a distant concern.
"I'll set things up," Hob promises. They have developed—or rather, Hob has developed, and Dream has benefitted from—an excellent migraine routine by now. If Hob had not been absent for the better part of the day, Dream would have suffered much less.
"Wish you'd texted," Hob says, already moving through the motions of the routine, collecting the rod with the blackout curtains his mother had made for Dream to set it in place in front of the blinds. "Or called or something. I could've nipped back on my break."
Dream grunts again.
"I'm not angry," Hob says. "Just upset that you've been suffering all alone."
Dream makes a softer sound in response.
"I love you," Hob says, crossing the room again, flicking off light switches. Even with the blanket over his head, Dream can feel the moment the room plunges into near-darkness, the weight that lifts from him.
The sound of Hob switching on a few faux candles, all set behind the sofa where they will not shine into Dream's eyes, providing just enough light for him to see by, completes the process.
Dream emerges, cautiously, from under the blanket, sits up only to flop back against the sofa cushions.
The sound of the kettle bubbling makes him smile. Hob is good to him.
Soon enough there is a cup of chamomile and lavender tea with a generous quantity of honey in his hands, and his good, loving, caring, wonderful boyfriend at his back, serving as a self-warming body pillow and running his thumbs up and down the back of Dream's neck at just the perfect pressure.
The pain is, aside from greatly lessened, far less important than the warmth of Hob's body, the touch of his fingers, the familiar scent of him. The brush of his lips against the back of Dream's neck, the gentle pressure of his nose nuzzling Dream's hair.
Dream snuggles back, accepting the loss of Hob's hands on his neck to feel instead the way his chin hooks over Dream's shoulder, the scratch of his stubble against Dream's skin, the heat of him from hips to shoulders. One hand moves to his hair, the other splayed protectively over his belly as he sips his tea.
"Better?" Hob asks.
"Much," Dream says. His skull still feels in some danger of bursting, but his heartbeat has fallen into step with Hob's, and his breathing, too, slow and deep and even, makes everything seem more manageable.
"I'll run you a nice hot bath in a bit," Hob promises. "And we can retire to the bedroom. You'll be comfier there."
Dream makes a series of inarticulate noises, in danger of falling asleep in Hob's arms now that he is thoroughly ensconced.
"What was that?" Hob asks.
"Medicinal," Dream enunciates. "Orgasm."
Hob snorts, and presses a kiss to his cheek. "One of those too, then. If you eat something."
Dream makes a wounded noise.
"Even if it's chocolate," Hob allows. "Deal?"
Dream sighs the deepest, most put-upon sigh his lungs are capable of producing, and snuggles closer to Hob. "I suppose your terms, cruel though they may be, are acceptable."
He feels Hob smile against his cheek, and cannot help returning it.
"Love you too, darling."
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CAN I REQ FOR BRAT TAMING QUARITCH bc im OBSESSED with the idea of him saying "whats wrong, didnt you ask for this sweetheart" while brat taming u, oh yes navi!quaritch x navi or human reader (up to you) also maybe quaritch with a spanking and belly bulge kink too 🤭
PLS DOO!! tyyty
PLEASE This man is 1000% a brat tamer. This was so much fun... I hope you enjoy ;)
Brat Tamer Miles Quaritch
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Warnings: Dom Miles Quaritch/Brat tamer. Smut, Mentions of fingering, Restraints. Dirty talk. Degradation only if you squint tbh. Fluffy care giver if you squint. Daddy kink.
"OKAY! So hear me out. This man is 10000% a brat tamer wanna know how I know? A brat can see a tamer from a mile away.
look at him, he wants submission from everyone but he takes joy in forcing someone to submit. He takes pleasure in knowing he has the power to push you into submission.
Also as every Dom should he acknowledges your submission as a privilege he realises that it proves how much you trust him. You know how deep his degradation and punishments can go, so when you tease him understanding all to well exactly what is in store for you. He knows you understand the risks. (As you have vocalised this many times to each other.) In this sense his brat tamer tendencies aren't exclusive to the bedroom. He knows he has to take a more care taking role at times.
"Drink you're water princess" "Don't fucking pout at me, drink ya water. Or you want something else in ya mouth?" "Yes Daddy" "Good girl"
He will be so caring outside the bedroom, out side the wondering eyes of others. He is a very private man, he doesn't want everyone knowing his business as long as people know that you are his than that is all that matters.
He will mark you up real good to let the others know too, he'll take pride in you marking him. The first time you bit into his neck and left marks Lyle couldn't help himself. "Have a good time last night Colonel" sniggering while you blush hard, he would place his hand over your lower back in support. "Mind ya business Lyle." secretly he loves the attention, he doesn't want to get into details or have everyone be clued in on you're relationship. As long as people know he owns you, that's all he needs.
NOW inside the bedroom.
You will tease him, for days sometimes. Whether its lingering touches or pressing you body against his. If you haven't been able to be alone for a hot minuet than you'll push it further by wearing a low cut tank, showing a little more cleavage than you normally would. That would push him over the edge, there really isn't much need for skirts on Pandora. However if you retire first to your shared bedroom and he walks in on you undressing/in your underwear... Girl i feel sorry for you.
He'll close the door real slow, do the eyebrow raise thing and lock the door.
there is a cabinet next to the door, at the end of your shared bed. This is where he keeps all the kinky stuff. So if he walks in on you barley clothed or even after a day of teasing he will pull out a pair of cuffs and stalk over to you.
"Strip" Yes sir "On the bed" Anything you say daddy.
Whether you are human or Na'vi man is HUNG so you need a lot of foreplay before anything can actually happen and in moments where you have teased him. He will use foreplay as a part of the punishment. He wont give oral as foreplay as it wouldn't be a punishment.
King of edging!! He will finger you, play with you're clit and keep going until you are a mess. Unable to do anything other than writhe underneath him due to the restraints.
WILL MAKE YOU BEG FOR HIS COCK. omg could you imagine him just tilting his head pushing a lip out and looking down at you. "Ya gotta ask real nice, only good girls get rewards." "Since you want to act like a fuckin' brat i gotta fuck some manners into you"
When he finally pushes himself inside you, your wound up so tight from all the edging its too much.
"Please, daddy. It's too much" At your whimpers he would start snapping his hips into yours holding you're hips down ensuring he can continue his harsh rhythm. "What's wrong sweetheart" He'd mutter between thrusts "Didn't you ask for this? acting like fuckin' brat all day. isn't this what you wanted? To be full of my cock?" You're head would turn to the side his words sending electricity straight to you're core.
His hand would cup your chin forcing you to look at him. "You look away I stop. Understood?" You would nod into his palm, desperate for him to make you cum. "Good girl, now tell me. Didn't you want this? for me to stuff you with my cock, claim you?" A whine left you're lips struggling to form a sentence, his pace slowed down his eyes warning you to speak. "YeS! Please, that's all i wanted you to fuck me" "Fuck" He would growl thumbs beginning to bruise you're hip bones as he slammed into you, bringing you to the edge of your orgasm.
The cocky bastard would lean back on the balls of his feet and start thrusting into you at a new angle. "I don't know if you deserve to cum" He would mutter pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Pulling you're hips slowly down on his cock. "Please" The beg that left your mouth was desperate, your eyes pleading with him. "Please I'll be good, I need it. Need to cum on you're cock daddy"
"Hmm" He would hum nodding and then he would start thrusting into you pulling yours hips to meet his own, his pace brutal and the sounds leaving his mouth fucking primal. he was a beast and he fucked you into at least two orgasms.
"Ya wanna cum again for me?" His head was thrown back, mouth agape. "Too much" You'd shake your head whimpering and whining beneath him. "thought ya were gonna be a good girl for me" You whined in defeat, almost closing you're eyes due to the pleasure. You're eyes would meet his and he would smirk at you, snapping his hips harder. "You wanna cum with daddy?" You would nod your wrists biting into the restraints. within moments he had you both cumming.
this man!! Please!!!
Brat tamer Quaritch should never be tempted unless you are mentally physically and spiritually prepared to have you're pussy wrecked.
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annabellelupin · 9 months
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perciver headcanons bc i love these dorks and bc i can
-they have dates where they simply over achieve together bc they're just a couple of overachieving dorks
-sometimes percy will help oliver with quidditch game strategies even though he's never been super into the sport bc he knows how much it means to oliver
-theyre the only two gryffindor boys in their year so they have the dorm room to themselves which gives them a nice little space for alone time and cuddles (pretty sure this hc is actually canon compliant)
-percy may or may not have let a few ideas to prank the slytherin quidditch team slip to fred and george on purpose bc hed know they'd go thru with it and the prank would certainly make oliver laugh
-they remind each other to take breaks and to not overwork
-if you thought percy got his own place after leaving the weasleys ur wrong
-he was cuddled up next to his bf at his place
-ofc oliver didn't mind at all
-and while on the topic, oliver was there for him through the entire ministry catastrophe and always tried to help him out
-percy supported him in pursuing a professional quidditch career and even gave him some advice on how to go about it
-they never agree on where to have dates bc percy prefers bookstore and cafe dates while oliver prefers picnic and outdoorsy dates so they usually compromise and go on late night picnic dates and have tea while percy reads poetry to oliver
-also you can not tell me they weren't sneaking off and spending time together at the quidditch world cup
-or even after hogwarts quidditch games
-when the twins jokes around about oliver trying to drown himself in the shower they did have the right idea- he was definitely very very upset and Percy had to chear him up
-when percy is studying in the library youll likely find oliver close by
-percy occasionally watches olivers quidditch practices too, claiming he's "making sure they're upholding the safety regulations" bc he'd never admit he's just there to watch his bf be athletic and dreamy
-also going more next gen with this one but they have a kid or two (or three?? no probably two) and oliver starts preparing them to play quidditch before they can even walk, like literally (which may or may not concern percy just a little)
-and oliver becomes the quidditch coach at hogwarts after he retires from professionally playing it and percy becomes a hogwarts professor (can't decide on what he teaches tho. charms? magical history? probably something like that. can't be the dada teacher though bc that's Harry's job, and herbology is nevilles)
-oliver would absolutely embarrass his kids while they're at school every once in a while. and he'd probably embarrass percy on accident on a daily basis
-and like the entire school would know that they're married
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So we all know medusa lore, right? Honestly I just want to see some good old "oh no scary snake monster that turns people to stone but the other person is blind so they’re safe" yknow? It can be pricegraves, it can be körangi, honestly it can be any ship bc I just love your writing style and know it would fuck! (If they fuck as well, I wouldn’t be opposed, tho fluff is nice too u feel me?)
This is actually from before the great inbox clearing that happened a few weeks ago! I really liked this ask!
Choosing Korangi just because I haven't done anything with them in a while and I miss them. Horangi is the gorgon of course. He wears sunglasses already, it's mandatory. König was blinded due to an accident while in Kortac and has to retire.
Horangi had always had to be very... very careful. He had to have his own room. Keep his helmet and sunglasses on at all times. Don't let anyone see him sleep.
But right now, he was on leave with a freshly blinded König and for once, he didn't have to worry. König couldn't see him. Couldn't get scared of what he was and definitely could not be turned to stone.
Horangi looked at him. König laid on the couch, looking.... upset. Reasonably so. It had all only happened two weeks ago and he was just now allowed out of the hospital. He had the sunglasses the place gave him on. He no longer needed bandages, so it was more for aesthetic reasons, though Horangi thought his eyes looked more or less the same as before.
König sighed softly and Horangi was up in an instant. "Need something?" Just because he could appreciate the freedom of not needing to protect König, it didn't mean he didn't feel bad. They were friends and his friend was injured.
"No, Horangi. I'm fine."
Horangi nodded before remembering himself. "Alright. Tell me if you do."
"I never saw your face."
"What?"
"I never saw your face. I always wanted to ask..." König sighed.
Horangi hesitated before gently touching his snakes. They all moved away from his face and he gently grabbed König's hands. He pulled them to his face. König paused for a second before perking up and quickly starting to trace his face.
"It's hard to... imagine your face, but I can tell you're pretty." König smiled at him.
Horangi stared at him, flushing. One of his snakes bit König's finger and he jerked back.
"What was that??" König huffed. "You told me to do that!!"
Horangi winced. "Sorry! Sorry!" He blushed and quickly grabbed König's hand and looked at it. There were two very small beads of blood from the snake's fangs. Horangi glared at it and it quickly hid behind the others. He grabbed the bandages and gently put on on his fingers.
König seemed to be thinking. He eventually frowned up at him and Horangi's thoughts stuttered. He knew König couldn't see him, but every time he looked in his general direction, his heart jolted.
"How did you even bite me like that?"
Horangi hesitated before taking a deep breath. He grabbed König's hand again and let the snakes touch him. For a second, König recoiled before freezing, realizing what the snakes were.
"Oh."
Moment of silence.
"I was... nervous to tell you. Didn't know how you'd react. Plus, I was worried you'd want to see more and then..."
"You're like Medusa?" König sounded weirdly calm.
"Exactly."
"If I looked in your eyes..."
"Turn to stone."
"Explains your sunglasses." was all König said. He didn't really comment other than that which made Horangi a little nervous.
Horangi took a deep breath and smiled at him, trying to fake cheerfulness, even if it couldn't be seen. He focused on cleaning up their apartment. After a long time of too much silence, he looked over at him. "This isn't going to change things, right?"
"I can't see you." König answered.
"But I'm not human. Does that not frighten you?"
"You are still Horangi. No matter what you are, no matter your DNA. are you not still my friend?" König touched his hand gently. He smiled and looked a tiny bit lopsided. Horangi let himself really look at him for a moment.
Handsome. So very handsome. Square jaw, prominent cheekbones, bright red hair that looked almost unnatural.
Horangi leaned down and kissed him gently. Just the smallest brush of their lips together. König flinched back and shame flooding Horangi. His friend was fucking blind and he was over here harrass-
"Your snakes won't bite me again, will they?"
Horangi laughed. "Oh... no. Sorry, that one is a little naughty but it was just because I was nervous."
König nodded and kissed him again. Very softly before moving into it. Horangi gently put his hands on his face, both of them guiding each other.
"You don't taste human."
"What the fuck does that mean???" Horangi jerked back.
König smiled at him and pulled him back. "We should have kissed sooner."
"Sunglasses may have gotten in the way."
"Mine haven't."
"Fair point." Horangi kissed along his jaw, holding him tight. "You took this rather easily."
König hummed. "My Oma raised me to be superstitious." He squeezed him. "Didn't really expect this, but you know."
Horangi hummed. "You have stubble."
"I guess I'll have to learn shave... Or grow a beard."
Horangi imagined König with a beard and grimaced. "I'll help you until you get the hang of it. Prefer you smooth shaven."
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lilbittymonster · 2 months
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Okay 6.55 thoughts in no particular order:
-Big Kittie Lady Wuk Lamat I Love You So Much
-Kitali does not like her enough to want to help with the politics though. She's done and over being used to further political goals of other people. The bit about not wanting to let the overly aggressive candidate win was intruiging but her line of thinking is "well, this is what the Alliance is supposed to be for, I'm not going to continue to be their one woman army anymore."
-WIFE SPOTTED IN LIMSA I REPEAT WIFE SPOTTED IN LIMSA LOMINSA DOCKS
-I am going to fucking shit myself laughing if Estinien winds up on the same boat/same dock as the Scions coming in completely by coincidence because he's continuing his retirement trip around the planet.
-I respect and love him so much for that btw like this man has likely never set foot much further outside of Coerthas than the North Shroud for the first 32 years of his life, he is going to see as much of the world as he can now.
-someone was complaining in Radz shout chat about how the relics weren't "an actual grind" and someone else shouted back that EW was the "waiting room expansion" like. Y'all did this to yourselves, you are aware of this, right? You complained and whined and pouted SO HARD about Eureka and Bozja that they said "okay, baby shoes this time" and now you think it's too easy? Come join us omnicrafters in the Splendour tool grind then. Cowards.
-I'm glad that only the Arkasodara quests are canon for Kitali bc wow that capstone questline felt like a "somehow Palpatine has retured" for me. Nonsense(derogatory) as opposed to Hildibrand nonsense(affectionate).
-Where is Hraesvelgr we saw Hraesvelgr in the trailer but he wasn't here? Maybe there's still more for the actual 7.0 release idk
-Also weird that G'raha was in Tural in the trailer but says he's staying behind with the Annex. I don't particularly mind or care but just something I thought was odd.
-Urianger and Thancred. That is all.
-"What are you two doing here?" Krile they fucking live in Sharlayan I don't know if you were aware of this or not.
-My fondness for Erenville continues to grow. I think he and Kitali get along very well. They both are so very Done(tm) with everyone.
-It was nice seeing Jullus on the Island sanctuary but that just blasted so many holes in a ficlet I had wanted to write and I was too busy being bitter about that to really enjoy the rest of the time there.
-"it must be nice being able to get away" yeah see you would THINK THAT but I keep having all these fucking tourists showing up on my beach asking to parade around the place. 'Private getaway' my ass. Kitali is packing a bag and moving to the east side of the island.
-the overall messages of "power of friendship and hope" and "everything comes to an end, we all experience loss" are really starting to sound like a broken record. For people like me who have basic media literacy and got the message the first idk half dozen times....this is unnecessary. I know that a good chunk of the userbase needs it spelled out for them in black and white but.....idk. And a lot of it is that it's trying to hit emotional buttons that I just don't have because I did not care that much about Endwalker as an expansion. EW was just the wolstinien agenda expansion lmao. I don't particularly care for the Omicron or the lopporit questlines which is where they really tried to jam pack it in and I just ended up button mashing my way through the stories.
-Who the FUCK was in charge of picking reaction expressions in all of those cutscenes? On top of "she would not be smiling like that at G'raha, it takes so much of her self control to not actively scowl at him", some of those were just so out of place. I know what each one was bc i live in gpose and the tonal dissonance on some of them were just........what.
-Monster hunter honeymoon expansion still a very strong possibility.
-those last few lines in the final cutscene.........Man. I hope we do get to go north and see what the fuck is under all those clouds on Ilsabard and Othard.
-final relic stage lance Pretty :3
-I need an entire sitcom of Wuk Lamat and Erenville as children that was SO TASTY.
-I am glad that they're getting rid of the Stormblood problem with making the contest of succession explicitly open to outsiders.
-I like the reference in the food book to potatoes and tomatoes being imported from Tural through Limsa, that was a nice touch.
-I will still likely not pick up blue mage by the time Dawntrail releases lmao. F for me for missing any potential extra dialogue.
Closing thought: Kittie
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capcavan · 4 months
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Riko ship meta I could not spam the other day bc tumblr had stroke!
Riko/Renee Rinee
Renee would be first and only ever woman Riko is interested in, their relationship starts slow held back by Riko's inability to feel at ease in fox tower and distrust towards himself
Everyone labels the relationships as Renee taking in a pet project to fix while Riko is hungry for any sort of attention, only Kevin and Andrew see that it's beginning of something serious (if Riko will allow it to be) , because Andrew knows Renee and Kevin knows Riko
Renee can not cook meanwhile Riko's arm is broken and so he gets to teach her how to not fuck up pan cakes
Renee enjoys sparring with Riko, due to her past experience she does not feel comfortable with stronger men, knowing Rikos fighting style and knowing well that she could with with him in a fight calms down her anxieties, Riko is excellent boxer but when it comes to real fighting he has no chance against her.
in future when she's more comfortable and trusting of him she will teach him to better defend himself
She sees him as doberman with cropped tail and ears, going through life not understanding he had been mutilated.
Riko is not prepared for Renee to finish collage much sooner than he would the separation is extremely hard on him
Girl and boy, Riko is stay at home boywife, Renee plays exy for few seasons before retiring to enjoy home life. (i have way too many different head cannons about Riko's parenting and his issues with parenting sent asks])
Riko/Kevin
they are soulmates they are always together no matter of au or story progression they always love each other in some way
Kevin dislikes seeing Riko move on and work on getting better, he is scared that there will be no place for Kevin beside new "fixed" Riko
Kevin is scared of future, and tends to romanticize their time at the nest finding comfort in time where he was the centre of Rikos universe
Riko is the one to drag Kevin to start therapy - they have group sessions
Riko gets king chess piece tattooed on ring finger , Kevin gets a cown
Size kink 100%, Riko does not realise Kevin likes how much shorter Riko is
Riko/Jean
very unhealthy but stabilizing with time reltionship
Riko seeks punishment for bad things he committed , and Jean is comfortable to provide them
Jean takes dominant role between the two Riko willingly gives everything away to him, he's too scared to be left alone
Jean knows broken bones hurt, but the tender pain of emotional distress is unmatched , he will make Riko taste both
Jean does not feel any pity for Riko, Riko does not want any pity
but after some times passes hurting is not as relieving any more and its time to care
Riko/Jeremy
Jeremy is one of not many people Riko is actually afraid (of course he is drawn to him)
Jeremy is son of politician and in the know about Moriyamas activities
Jeremy likes teasing Riko about his poor social status [being just moriyama family commodity rather than actual part of the power]
Riko entertains him mainly hoping the relationship might be useful for him in future
Riko/Nathaniel
Nathaniel is little sadist he got it after his daddy, he loves using Riko as his canvas for cuts and scarification, most days he spends time modifying Rikos skin or tending to old cuts
Riko can't deny things to Nathaniel
Riko/Nicky
Nicky is very active and always looking for partners whatever or not on the list or with Erik's approval
Riko enjoys teasing him
They really are not together, it's just a lot of teasing and Nicky wanting to get laid and everyone around making it into meme
Riko/Jack -Jack wants to be to Riko what Riko was to Kevin in nest
Riko/Andrew
andrew is one of people who are very honest towards riko [openly tell him to fuck off] riko takes comfort in someone who is not trying to be nice/pity full towards him, he needs people to hold him accountable for things he done
riko learn to play the game by andrews rules not even interacting with andrew but seeing the way andrew interact with everyone, any time someone makes mistake riko sees? he uses it as occasion to never make this mistake himself
andrew is not amused, not mad either, there is some pleasure in knowing that someone is tailoring their personality to match all of his needs
andrew is the only person able to handle riko physically and set hard boundaries with him
after all the training he put into this dog he refuses to let anyone else have it
Wymack/Riko
daddy issues
kevins daddy
authority and praise
I'm insane about them
Aaron/Riko
aaron is cute smart and pretty and likes being told so, he also looks extremely good next to renee so that's perfect ot3
Size kink now Riko understands why Kevin thought him being short is hot
Riko/Ravens
Ravens love riko and idolize him
they see riko as one of them , left behind abandoned good only for one thing- exy
the difference is unlike them riko does not realise this
thanks to that he can do something they can not - dream
and they love being close to that dream
Riko/Seth
seth befriends riko to piss off other foxes
seth dates riko to piss of kevin day
seth has many siblings his big brother sense are tingling and riko loves the attention
they are fucking assholes idiots and troublemakers
weed and alcohol
Riko/Allison
that is planned for badger in fox den I have no clue yet how this will work but I have warm feelings
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year
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happy au steven mike n reader doing xmas stuff. tree decorating, cookies, etc. if it’s ok to go on from the last happy au ask, then maybe mikes egg hatched and is either lil baby charmander or is now a big strong charizard :> kinda wanted a cute lil thing with steven n reader under the mistletoe bc mike was like “LMAO this’d be funny” and hung it where he KNEW they would stand. also mini request could the reader have a shiny eevee companion? maybe as a gift from one of the boys? -galaxy(imoutofs
Aw yeah holiday sequel!
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It was Christmas time in Kanto, and every human and Pokémon in town was making their final preparations for the holidays.
You, Steven, and Mike had just finished decorating the outside of the brothers’ home, so now there were a few more things to add inside to get you all hyped for the season.
You never thought you’d be spending Christmas with them, of all people.
But after a rather awkward meeting with Steven, that ended with Miki and your Charizard becoming lovers and having a baby Charmander (who Mike raised to become a strong and powerful Charizard like her mother), here you were years later, having grown closer than ever.
Especially Steven. 
Ever since Blue--and then Red--defeated him and became the new Kanto champion, he decided to settle for a quieter life with you, Mike, Miki, and the rest of his Pokémon team. It was much-needed “retirement” of sorts. The three of you went on vacations to other regions, the most recent being Galar, but returned home just in time for the holidays.
Of course, with both of your Charizards falling in love, it’s no surprise that you’d eventually develop your own feelings for Steven. 
But the truth was that he also had a die-hard crush on you..one that Mike knew very well.
He’s been trying to motivate his little bro for a while to make the first move--to no avail. Despite being quite charismatic with his fans, Steven faltered on genuine romantic things, even though he fell for you because you were the only one who treated him like a person instead of a celebrity. It’s you who he could envision a future with.
He simply didn’t know how to take things further from here.
However, with tonight being Christmas Eve, Mike may have just discovered the perfect plan.
While you were taking cookies out of the oven, the Charizards were playing in the snow, and Steven was adding finishing touches to the tree, the brunette had strategically placed some mistletoe above a gift his brother accidentally left on the sofa. He forgot to put it under the tree when he got side-tracked by other matters. 
‘All according to plan. This should work out just fine.’ Mike snickered, before heading into the backyard. He wanted to make an ice skating rink by using his Blastoise’s new Ice Beam attack.
Shortly after he left, Steven turned around and noticed the gift. “Crap, I forgot all about this one..”
“You forgot what?” You peeked out of the kitchen, taking off your mitts and leaving them on the counter. The cookies were cooling down now, so you decided to investigate what was going on in the living room.
He picked up the present and looked at you, standing rather awkwardly. “I was gonna put this under the tree but got caught-up in other stuff.”
“Oh! Is that for Mike or-?”
“You.”
“Awh, sweet!” Grinning, you took it from his hands, looking down at its spherical shape. “Y’know, in some traditions it’s okay to open one present on Christmas Eve.” Then you looked up at him, eyes shimmering. “Do you mind I choose this one?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Sure. Go for it.”
“Thanks!” You removed the wrapping paper, stuffing it into your pocket so you didn’t make a mess on the floor. And it was revealed to be a...
Pokeball?
“Huh..nice. Just what I always wanted.” You snickered sarcastically. “My very own standard pokeball.”
Steven was flustered, but before he could say anything, the device opened up by itself to reveal-
“...oh my gosh, is that a Shiny Eevee?!!!” Your eyes widened in shock for a few moments, before you hopped up and down in happiness, scooping the silver-furred Pokémon into your arms. “I love it!!”
It seemed just as happy to be your companion as it uttered a joyful “vee”, before wriggling out of your arms to curl around your shoulders instead. There, it nuzzled its nose against your cheek. You grinned and rubbed its ears. “It’s so cute. Thank you, Steven!”
You hugged him tightly, feeling him tense up for a moment before he returned the hug, smiling lightly. His heart was hammering in his chest at the closeness.
‘We fit perfectly in each other’s arms..’ His smile grew softer, wondering if this was now the right time..
But his eyes wandered up to the ceiling, and that’s when he realized...
There was mistletoe directly above you both.
“Huh, that’s funny.”
His face exploded into a blush as he looked back at you, seeing that you noticed it as well. And you just had a staring contest for what seemed like an eternity.
“Well..you know what they say about traditions.” You winked.
“I-”
But Steven was barely able to get a single word out, as you quickly pecked him on the lips. Only for a second, though this was a moment he’ll never get out of his head.
You were actually kissing him.
When you pulled away, you chuckled. “Awh, your face is as red as a Shiny Gyarados.” You teased softly. “Too bad you can’t hide it behind all your hair.”
Your Shiny Eevee seemed to agree, as it giggled at his flabbergasted expression.
“Now, what were you trying to say before?”
“...[y/n]..I-I...um...” Steven was completely tongue-tied right now. 
There was a lot he wanted to say in this moment.
So much that he wanted to tell you-
-click-
Startled, you jumped out of each other’s arms and saw Mike standing there with his Rotom Phone, a grin spreading from ear-to-ear. “Oh that’s cute. I’m totally posting this on my Pokégram!” He laughed, though he tensed when Steven began fuming. “Now, now bro..what do we say?”
“Mike...”
“..uhhh...hey I-I think Blastoise is calling me!! H-He learned how to use telepathy now so bye!!”
“YOU GET BACK HERE!!”
Mike sprinted away laughing, while Steven chased him outside, hellbent on ensuring he didn’t post that image of you two.
All the while, you stood there with the Shiny Eevee still on your shoulder, petting its fur. “Heh, brothers..am I right?” You sighed, shaking your head in amusement.
“Vee, vee.” It nodded.
“...I hope he likes the Shiny Applin I found in Galar. Do you think he’ll like it?”
“Hmm...Eevee!”
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majoringinsarcasm · 8 months
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I think something very important that I have not thought about until right now is that Crowley knows the bullshit because he’s been a part of it.
In Hell before his “retirement” he was a chaos bringer, a mischief maker. Yes they had the Arrangement, but they did not collaborate on every single project. They were not put in the same place 100% of the time. He has to drive through a wall of fire because his own plan to make the M25 impossible to leave bit him in the ass. Not only was he Doing The Job of a demon, even if he tried hard not to be too Evil about it, he did well enough to earn the honor of delivering the Antichrist to his destination. Crowley might not have been a Duke of hell or besties with Satan (in the show I have not read the book I really think I should bc I love having all the lore) but he was the demon stationed in London causing trouble and had been possibly the main demon on earth for a long time.
Aziraphale on the other hand?
His bookshop is seen as, at best, a meeting hub for angels and at worst a joke. Gabriel questions him about eating which isn’t bad on its own but it’s very “Aziraphale the weird angel is eating food”. Nobody takes him seriously, he’s dismissed and ignored, they think his ideas are stupid. They Punch Him In The Stomach and he’s called useless or something to that effect when he accidentally goes to Heaven and loses his corporation. They hate him. To the point of finding joy in his death.
And here comes the mouth of God telling him that HE is the perfect Angel to take over for Gabriel. The supreme archangel of all Heaven. The one who went out of his way time and again to belittle him. Aziraphale? Replace him? And he can bring Crowley along? They can be safe from Hell and make Good changes and stay together? People will actually listen to him and take him seriously? He can leave behind his bookshop if it means taking Crowley and fixing Heaven. He can leave earth if he gets to have those things.
Because he’s never been Important before. He’s never had anyone from his own side give him a fucking complement in 6000 years. God asked him about the flaming sword Once and then Never Spoke To Him Again. Crowley seems to be the only one giving him compliments that he takes to heart. Maggie calls him an angel for being nice but he knew he did the no rent thing for selfish reasons. Crowley tells him he did a good job investigating and he’s all smiles and happy wiggles. He has never had anyone from his side be fucking nice to him and now the literal Headhancho is promoting him.
And for Crowley it’s easy to turn down. He knows Heaven is shit and he knows Hell doesn’t give a damn bc he’s experienced it before. Hell doesn't care how the job gets done and Heaven can’t see outside of its own ass and doesn't care about the Right thing. They don’t care about humans as people. They are set dressing to their own war not a creation of God that they should observe and care about. They want souls, they want to Win this little game that they SAY God wants them to play. And maybe She does, but maybe She’s Wrong. But regardless they don’t care about anything Real. But Aziraphale does. Crowley does.
And in an isolated incident yeah it might be out of character for Aziraphale to seemingly regress. But that’s not what happens. He’s not interested in joining Heaven as part of the cog again. He doesn’t want to be the universal punching bag anymore. He likes his independence and his records and his freedom. He doesn’t want to be just the weird little Angel everyone hates. But the Metatron is offering him a sort of protection. He’s being appointed by someone high up, given a role that is seemingly untouchable. They can’t hit the supreme archangel. They can’t mock his choice of company if he’s in charge. And it’s all fake it’s all lies he’ll no doubt be just a figurehead with a fancy title. But right now it’s all real to him.
So he says yes. Not because he’s fallen back onto his old ways, not really, but because he really thinks this is Better. Being involved to fix the community vs running away from it and risk being hunted down Again. They found him because he’s at the bookshop but they’re angels. If they want to find him or Crowley they will. This is everything he’s ever hoped for with the added bonus of not being on opposite sides anymore. Because they still are to everyone else. An Angel and demon are still an Angel and a demon to the outside world. Angels can find Aziraphale and demons can find Crowley and the other side can threaten the other and.
If they’re both in Heaven they won’t need to do that. So he says yes, because he wants to. But also… how do you say No to an offer like that? Someone else already said it but it’s Coffee or Death. Become the new archangel or say No to the closest thing to God after already being threatened time and again. Nobody would pick death.
People are Predictable.
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mariatesstruther · 7 months
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good morning here’s a tlou x the office au
joel and pam are ig jim and tess, except if pam was far more confident and flirty and jim was a single father with even less patience for everyone around. at the beginning of their flirtationship, tess is in a relationship with mike, who is just? meh? he’s nice? he’s not good, he’s not bad, he’s just nice. but everyone sees the way joel looks at tess, has been looking at tess for years and years and years; they see the way sarah comes in and absolutely adores spending time with her, ditching her daddy completely in favor of spending time with “literally the coolest person ever”; they see the way tess faithfully makes both her and joel coffee every morning, even despite her claims that she “is not a goddamn coffee machine, thank you very much. everyone in here can get up to go make their own goddamn cups of coffee”; they see the way the two of them fall in love. they know it is only a matter of time (and are particularly interested in the specifics of that time, because they’re all invested in the office-wide bet of when exactly their getting-together will be)
ellie is a temp that is driving everybody crazy but also somehow simultaneously making them fall in love with her.
maria, tommy, and bill and frank, literally almost every character from game 1 and 2 under the cut!
ellie is major crushing on new hire dina in accounting, and she’s constantly hanging back there with dina and jesse, the other accountant and dina’s ex/bestie. anna is alive and super proud of her and comes to visit her on the job sometimes, which everybody adores. they all spend the day gushing to her about how awesome and whip-smart ellie is—they leave out stories like the time she and tommy set half the kitchen on fire because they put foil in the microwave
maria is ig kinda like a version of stanley that, except young and hot but still very much being slowly driven insane at this fucking job with these absolute fucking wackos. she’s their best salesman, and she’s so fucking smart about investing her money that she’s somehow absolutely loaded filthy rich on the side—to the point where everyone is a lil suspicious of what exactly she’s investing in, but whatever. she vacations in crazy expensive lavish places like luxury hotels in vegas, lake tahoe, and magnolia springs. she has also been divorced twice (not bc shes a serial cheater like stanley just bc she was too good for them and the divorce contracts she negotiated for herself were also a great way to make a lil extra money. allegedly). she is a level 10 Cat Person and has two custom-modeled cat rooms for all seven of her cats (tommy worked on a new, better, more awesome one after seeing her first)
tommy is an accountant who got hired here first as a temp as a favor to his brother; he actually really ended up loving the place, so he stayed. i think he’d be a hilarious version of meredith, not in that he has an alcohol problem but just in that he parties way to hard (and, like meredith, always somehow ends up with his shirt off) and halfway lives out of his (actually pretty lavish and cool) camper van that takes up three parking spaces and takes ten minutes to park every morning. he’s fun and friendly and head-over-heels in love with maria, who is playin a lil hard to get but only because she’s not interested in anything too serious, anything that’ll take time away from her work and her cats—she knows, somehow, that it would be serious with her and tommy. she is kindasortamaybe falling in love with him a little bit already too, so. the office also has a bet on who will get together first, between maria and tommy and tess and joel. tommy has a retired ptsd service dog named buckley that comes around the office sometimes to visit everyone and get pets and take long naps on maria’s cold feet—tommy makes sure maria knows how much buckley loves cats, too, just in case
riley is ellie’s best friend and works as a temp under marlene across the hall (she also employs abby, lev, yara, and mel), but riley comes around enough that she’s practically part of the family. she’s constantly coming over with snacks and coffees and extra smooth pens for everyone when she hangs out with ellie, so who can complain? she also has a really cute lil thing with cat, who’s temping under esther in hr. cat always cat/house-sits for maria when she goes on trips
the office is co-managed by bill and frank, with frank handling the emplyees and day to day stuff while bill mostly makes sure the walls don’t collapse in on everyone everyday (literally and figuratively. the paper business is an especially shitty one, and their building structurally is an absolute mess). 5/7 days out of the week, bill is walking around all day with workboots and his tool belt on, looking like he just came back from war
it is an incredibly good time, and it descends into chaos when a camera crew comes in to make a documentary about all of them
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I’m a little embarrassed to share this so,,,, be nice hahaha
Now before I go into WHY I made DILF Oni Cole and why he’s in LMK, I’m gonna go into the au I invented in my head. under the cut haha bc its... a lot
This AU takes place a few decades since the beginning of the ninjago series, the ninja are all retired. Jay and Nya have a family. Zane and Pixal run Borg Industries and are effectively the parents of all modern androids. Kai runs his own Dojo, and probably runs a smithy in a joint building. I can’‘t imagine him having kids, or starting a family. He visits the other ninja frequently and has a small family of employees at his dojo and smithy. Lloyd is still physically younger (being Oni/Dragon) and didn’t retire. He manages a new ninja team, taking Wu’s place as master while Wu is retired with his new tea shop.
Cole also ages slower than the rest of the ninja, because in this he’s also an Oni. I figure before the ninja settled down, but after they decided to retire, they did a world round trip, exploring different continents and whatnot. Cole ended up falling in love with the forests and mountains nearby Megapolis. He is visited monthly by the rest of the ninja, and calls them bi-monthly.
NOW.
Cole lives there, built his own cabin and became a bit of a lumberjack again. As an earth elemental he has a lot of outdoor furniture made of earth/rock/etc. He also creates statues as a hobby, fine tuning his powers while also working his creativity. He also makes place for  rock climbing and goes on lots of hikes.
I also decided that it’s the same forest that surrounds Monkey King’s temple in that episode where MK tries learn focus.
So.... Monkeys! He feeds and talks to the monkeys. And oddly, after years of doing this, the monkeys actually entrust him to babysit and take care of the babies. So obviously this is where the DILF part comes in. He’s doing his part to Monkey society and raising generations of adorable little baby monkeys.
The Monkeys name him “Guardian”, for he guards the young and feeds the hungry.
Humans know him as several different Cryptids, but I haven’t really gone into details on how. He just never leaves the forest, and occasionally goes into the outskirts of town for supplies, and to use a payphone.
now. Why? I hear you ask. Why make this au? Why have you done this? Was it just to make Cole more of a Dilf than he already is? Is that it? Yeah kinda. Also I’m going to have Sun Wukong himself find him and imagine a 100,000 word slow burn roccshipping fic.
Cole can be the stubborn solid rocc to Wukong’s constantly rolling around pebble.
uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh I’m losing steam and have to get ready for work but he’s an uncle to MK after MK and Mei decide to investigate where Wukong is constantly disappearing to when he misses training. Turns out he found the forest cryptid aaaand- conversations with MK and Cole are very quiet mainly bc Cole is very quiet unless monkeys or kids are around, then his dad instincts kick in and he interacts with small creechur. It’s only after he learns MK is training to fight and basically be a hero that he offers MK a shred of his dad instinct and he helps with meditation and tells him to follow him rock climbing and spars and stuff.
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For the AU ask thing: Cheesy Holiday RomCom-HellCheer Style
listen you say cheesy holiday rom com my brain IMMEDIATELY goes to the holiday and since i already have an au planned i'm sticking with it!!!! (cc: @deliriumsdelight7 bc i know you love the holiday)
chrissy's never been to california before so she wants to do AS MANY TOURISTY THINGS as she can (she started compiling a list on her flight from nyc, it's written on several different airline-branded napkins)
nancy's next door neighbor wayne (because in this au it's chrissy and nancy who swap houses but this ain't about nancy rn) worked in the movie biz for YEARS but recently retired and just putters around his house all day and so he's there when chrissy first arrives at nancy's place and he immediately takes a shine to her (and she to him)
when she tells him all about the things she's hoping to do while she's in town, he tells her that he'll get his nephew to take her around because driving in LA is The Worst (chrissy doesn't even have a license bc she lives in nyc and doesn't need it) and at first chrissy's like oh no that's not necessary (because she imagines this nephew is probably like A Child)
but then eddie shows up and she's like ........actually yes i would like a tour guide thank you
before eddie even sees her wayne is already telling him how he offered him up as a companion for the nice girl who's staying next door and eddie's moaning and groaning because he has a life that does not include traipsing around LA doing stupid touristy shit
obviously once he sees chrissy he has the exact same change of heart and wayne's just eyeing the two of them all smug like heh i'm so good at this
eddie still hates the touristy shit but he loves seeing chrissy so happy, esp after she tells him all about her shitbag of an ex. he happily acts as not only her guide but her photographer and encourages her to post approximately a thousand photos on instagram and even agrees to be in a couple with her that are SURE to make jason sorry he ever let her go!!!
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omg how about a strangers-to-lovers or a second-chance exes trope with Jill, where 8 years after RE5, she retired and settled in a farm. she then meets FMC after her car broke down just around the area. (In those 8 years, they haven't heard of each other, no communication at all). tension must be present & perhaps eventual smut? but no insta lust tho bc I want the drag & slow burn 🔥
Slow burn is something that I rarely have the patience for, so here we go. Sadly I didn’t do the smut.
hurt/comfort
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You didn’t like having to impose on any strangers, but your car broke down, and the closest place was the farm nearby. You knocked on the door, ready to apologize to the homeowner for being alive.
To your surprise, it was Jill. Jill Valentine, your ex from… god, how many years ago was it? Eight?
By the time she’d been rescued, you’d come to terms with her being gone, and you’d fallen out of love and tried to move on. You couldn’t fall back in love as easy as you hoped, and Jill fully admitted she hadn’t been herself in a while. She literally had not been herself until just then.
At least the blonde hair was gone. Her natural brown hair color was back, and she did act more like herself again.
The reunion was happy, but… awkward. It was hard to imagine Jill being in your life again as just… Jill. Even when you first met you and clicked so well that it wasn’t long before you went from friends to girlfriends,
You wanted to just get on the road again and leave, but it would be a while before help came. So you stood awkwardly in the little farm house, on your phone, pretending to be doing something important. But she was around, and she was standing awkwardly there too.
“So… how’s life?” you asked.
“Better,” Jill said. “I’m glad I could live somewhere quiet.”
“Are you here all by yourself?” you asked.
“Yeah. I still keep in touch with Chris, but we rarely ever get to meet in person,” she said.
“What about Carlos?” you asked.
“We haven’t spoken since Raccoon City. He did the same thing I did. Just got away from it all.”
“So it’s just you?”
She nodded. “Just me.”
“Doesn’t it ever get… you know, lonely?” you asked.
“A little.”
You went back to your phone.
“What have you been up to these days?” Jill asked.
“Coming back from vacation,” you said. “I took a road trip.”
“Fun.”
It was getting late. Driving at night wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but you really didn’t want to do it. And still no word on the fate of your car. You figured you’d just sleep in it, maybe even just pretend to leave so you didn’t have to be here anymore. But Jill knew what you were going through.
“If they don’t get back to you,” she said. “I have a guest room you could stay in.”
So now you found yourself laying in a wooden four-poster bed, wondering just how the hell you got into this mess. At least Jill was being nice. At least things didn’t end with you hating each others’ guts.
You didn’t sleep well. You couldn’t stay asleep for long, and then, down the hall, you could hear soft, muffled crying. Jill’s nightmares were nothing new, and she probably had them more now, but you didn’t know if you could just go in and comfort her like before. Things weren’t the same as before.
She sounded like she was trying to be quiet. You could at least make her think she succeeded.
When morning came, she was acting weird, like she wanted to know if you knew, and even though you tried to not look like you knew that you knew, you couldn’t. And now you’re only felt worse.
It was gonna take a day for them to fix your car. You were stuck here until tomorrow.
You spent most of your time in the guest room, trying to keep your head clear. But you missed Jill, and sooner or later you’d have to face her again.
Too many things had gone wrong for you to try again. You’d moved on. You couldn’t possibly have anticipated Jill actually coming back. When you held her in your arms that day, when she was crying her eyes out into your neck, clinging to you like she’d get ripped away from you again, you didn’t know what to do or say or feel, so you just had… nothing. You patted her back a little, yeah, but you weren’t overjoyed to the point of tears to see your baby safe and sound. All you could think was “now what do I do?”
Every meal was awkward silence, but things started to feel different. You regretted not being there for her again; you were trying so hard to stay distant that it just came off as mean. Jill gave you this look, like she was watching to see if you’d do something.
But you just wanted to go home.
You broke your silence during dinner. “I wish I hadn’t fallen out of love with you.”
“I don’t blame you for it,” Jill said. “I never did.”
She took a bite of her sandwich.
“You went through so much just for me to abandon you,” you said.
“I was afraid to leave first,” Jill said. “I needed to get back on my feet, and I needed to do it alone. It was you I couldn’t let go.”
“At least tomorrow it’ll be easy,” you said. “Right?”
You said that like you didn’t want that to be true, and in the back of your mind, you knew you didn’t. You wanted to feel something for her again. You wanted tomorrow to affect you both, the way it should have been long ago.
“How’s the guest room?” Jill asked.
“It’s nice,” you said.
“I meant to ask how you slept last night.”
“How’d you sleep?”
Jill sucked in a breath. “Oh, you know. The usual.”
“You have to go through all of that alone,” you said. “That’s hard.”
“I’m used to it,” Jill said.
“You got used to having me around too,” you reminded her. “If it happens again tonight, do you… do you want me to come check on you?”
“Alright,” she said.
You were woken up again by the same soft crying. This time, you made your way to Jill’s room and found her, hugging her pillow and sobbing.
“Jill?” you said softly. “I’m here now.”
She looked up at you.
“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m here.”
And you climbed into bed, scooping her up in your arms and holding her in your lap. Jill hugged you, clung to your shirt, crying her heart out as you stroked her hair and rocked her in your arms, just like when she was with you and you could hold your precious little thing close until she felt better.
“I know, baby,” you said.
Shit, that completely slipped out.
But running your fingers through her hair made your heart ache like it used to. Jill was strong, but she found strength in moments like these with you, and for the first time in years, you felt love for her again. You’d been missing her this whole time, and it took this awkward, elaborate setup for you to touch her again and feel things you hadn’t felt in years. Truth be told, you had to board up your heart when she disappeared. It had to hurt less. You moved on fast, but only so it wouldn’t hurt and your suddenly cold and lonely bed wouldn’t make you cry. You had to move on. Jill was the one, and if the one had been taken from you too soon, you’d be left wanting.
You cried too, your heart finally unguarded.
“I don’t want you to go tomorrow,” Jill sobbed.
“I don’t wanna go either,” you cried.
“Stay here,” she begged. “Stay with me tonight…”
She stopped crying eventually, but there was still plenty of tension. You were still crying, after over eight years of pushing down your feelings, and now it was Jill’s turn to comfort you. She dried your eyes and held you tight, and it all came to a head when she leaned in close, assuring you that she’d figure something out to be with you wherever you were now…
And suddenly, you found yourselves kissing.
“I love you,” you whispered as she caressed you all over.
“I love you too,” she said.
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