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adamstanheightsleftshoulder · 1 month

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go on, roll your eyes || adam stanheight

SMUT!!!!! (minors dni tq)

x afab!gn!reader | 2306 words

this is my first time um ever writing smut for public consumption so i would love to start off by saying i do not know what i am doing! eye yam raw dogging this <3

id also love 2 say ily 4ever hot girls love saw discord server for literally inspiring this whole thing,, enjoy spotting things we said in chat :3

Adam’s main goal is to make your eyes look directly into the back of your own head - conveniently, this is one of the things he does best. He barely has to try.

Doesn’t stop him from always giving it his all, though.

And he loves it. Loves it.

Loves the way you lose yourself, the way your head falls back and you say his name like it’s the only part of reality your brain has held onto.

It happens when you’re at the mall - and God only knows why you’re even there, neither of you particularly like the mall - as he watches you in the afternoon sun from the skylight above. Watches you like you’re his world.

For all intents and purposes, it’s been a perfectly normal and sweet afternoon.

“I’m just saying this mall wouldn’t have the reputation it does if anybody cleaned up after themselves,” You say, leaning on the food court table, “I mean look at that guy- five bucks says he gets up and leaves everything right where it is,”

“I’m not taking that bet, we both know you’re right,” Adam laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, gentle smile on his face.

You watch as the aforementioned guy stands up from where he was eating, wipes his hands on his pants, and abandons everything on his table - six steps away from a bin.

Time seems to slow down for Adam as you roll your eyes at the sight. His eyes glaze over - you, tangled in the sheets, twitching, on cloud 9. He feels like he’s there now, buried deep in you, filling you up, his teeth sinking into your collarbone and your nails in his back.

His smile drops, his heart flutters, and… oh, there goes a rush of blood. How strange, such an innocuous motion can cause Adam to just about see stars.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, confused smile on your face. He doesn’t budge. He’s white knuckled, gripping the table. “Seriously, Adam, what’s going-“

But you recognise that look in his eyes. You know the way his breath stutters.

Adam is falling apart. There is a tent growing under that table.

Suddenly a warm, trembling hand is on your wrist and you’re being dragged away from the table, leaving everything behind (and becoming the same as the person you were just mocking).

Before you really even register you’ve left the food court and entered somewhere else, your back is against a cool tiled wall and he’s pressed against you like he’s trying to crush you.

“God, you get me so worked up, you don’t even have to try,” His voice is a low rumble, halfway between a growl and a desperate plea.

“You can’t be serious,” You whisper into his ear as he kisses down your neck, “From one little eye roll?”

Suddenly his hand is on your face, gentle but firm, holding you in place so you have to maintain eye contact.

He can read it in your eyes, you’re no good at hiding it, not from him. He’s got you wrapped around his finger by now. You want him BAD.

He smirks, drinking in the sight of you like this. He hasn’t even touched you yet.

“If that’s all you think you did, then go on,” He challenges, and as he presses himself somehow even closer to you you can feel just how rock hard he is, “Roll your eyes,”

“Make me,” You bite back, and Adam just grins.

“Oh, I intend to,”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply. He kisses you feverishly, like he’s on death row. His left hand stays on your face and his right drifts to your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh so hard he can feel the bone under his thumb. He presses one knee in the space between your legs.

You whimper into his mouth and he groans. He knows exactly what this mix of pain and pleasure does to you. He knows that he’s ripping you into ruin.

Adam then drops to his knees, like this bathroom stall is Church and you are holy.

His eyes are wide and pleading, he looks almost hungry, like he’s been in the desert for a thousand years and you are a blessed mirage.

He looks at you like he’s going to eat you whole. In a way he is.

Adam raises his eyebrows for a second, just a twitch, as if to ask if you’re sure you want him doing this. You nod with vigour. How could you not want this? Adam and his perfect lips…

Your head falls back as he unzips your jeans, yanks them down with the gusto of someone who’s been waiting to unwrap their present for years.

Your hand finds his hair. He lets a pathetic little groan fall from his lips in response - it gets louder when your nails graze his scalp.

“God, look at you. Fucking barely holding it together,” He quips, kissing up your thighs, “Eager little whore,”

You try to speak, try to banter back; tell him he’s being mean. He swings one of your legs over his shoulder before you can, and he takes the words out of your mouth as he teases his fingers under the very edge of your underwear. He laughs low in his throat as your hips roll against nothing. He wants you so bad he could tear you to shreds about it.

“Use your words,” He breathes, “C’mon, baby. You’re not that far gone yet, talk to me,”

“Please,” Whispered like a prayer, “Please, God, Adam- Please,”

“Good enough,”

He tucks your underwear out of the way with one hand, his breath makes you quiver just a little as it hits your sensitive skin.

“Needy slut,”

One hand firmly gripping your thigh and the other allowing him access, Adam kisses along the very very sensitive inside of your thigh, until he reaches right beside the dripping wet, wanton hole that belonged, truly, to him.

Oh, yes. Adam wants you to see stars. Adam wants you to walk out of here on legs made of jelly. Adam wants to make those eyes roll.

He presses his tongue flat against that bundle of nerves he knows how to find so well, and you cry out in a strangled voice - “Adam!”. He flicks his tongue and you twitch.

Adam has never been this hard in his LIFE. His jeans are suddenly a prison. But he has to take care of you first, he has to make the risk of a public bathroom worth it.

“God you taste perfect, baby,” He whispers, and then his tongue is right back where it was a second ago.

There’s little gentleness involved. It’s like he’s trying to find a way to say he loves you, but the only way he can is through devouring.

His tongue is harsh in its flicking, in how he focuses hard on your already sensitive clit, the way his nose gets pressed against you makes you worry he might hurt himself - but there’s no sign of him stopping. If anything he’s getting worse.

Every noise you make eggs him on. Tentatively at first, he presses one long finger inside of you. When your back arches off the tile, you feel the way he moans, before he pulls the first one out only to add a second finger.

He’s like clockwork. You manage to find the will to look down again, to find he’s closed his eyes, focussed.

He curls a finger inside of you, and you’re ashamed to admit how close you are to coming undone already. You don’t have to admit it though, Adam knows. He can feel you clenching around him, and if he had the brains right now to do it he might just laugh at how desperate you are.

His fingers pound now, setting a pace that is quick and even but rough. Adam needs you. Adam could cum in his jeans right now from the way you squirm on his fingers alone.

You rock back and forth against his face and he just about loses his mind. HIS eyes are in danger of rolling back. He eats you out like a man starved, like he’s begging for more despite being the one in control.

It takes you over before you realise you’ve reached that point - no warning, and you’re jerking back and forth, a twitching mess, fingernails in his scalp - and you cum. It washes over you, and you have to grab Adam’s shoulder for stability.

If he didn’t know any better, if he didn’t know what you always wanted (more), he’d stop here. Thank God Adam knows better.

He retracts his fingers and watches as you clench on instinct around nothing. He wipes his mouth a little, but not enough to wipe the taste away. The taste he savours, the taste he craved and craves more often than he should ever admit.

A wreck. He’s making a wreck of you.

He stands, letting your leg fall back to where it can try to support you.

You practically fall into his firm chest, and he chuckles down at you.

“Good, hm?” He asks, as if he’s not sure, “You terrible thing,”

You can only hum in response, half sex-drunk, clinging onto him for dear life.

“Can’t get enough, can you?”

He’s teasing you? This is his fault! That asshole-

You whimper again, and he comes undone.

“Fine,” He concedes, making quick work of his own jeans, “Ready?”

You in fact started to nod before he’d even finished saying ‘ready.

And then, bliss - you feel him start to line his thick cock up with your entrance, the very tip of the head poking just inside.

You feel like you could gush just at that contact.

He kisses you quickly as he presses himself in, catching the cry of pleasure and surprise that you let out between his lips. He groans, deep in his throat - a deeply, deeply satisfied sound. Adam’s been waiting so patiently.

“Taking me so well,” his whisper fans across your face and you lose any contact with the world of words.

Adam doesn’t wait any longer because he CAN’T. He pulls himself almost all the way out, only to slam himself back in again a second later.

Adam fucks you like he hates your guts. Like he detests everything about you so much he has to rearrange your insides into something he can stand.

“A-Adam,” You choke out, and if it weren’t for the hand he’s just begun to rest on your cheek, you’d forget that he loves you. The harsh feeling of his teeth in your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder… you’d be forgiven for forgetting that he’s capable of being gentle. You roll in time with the violent pace he’s set, your hips slapping together so hard you know it’ll bruise.

“G…God,” He breathes against your now bruised neck, “You’re so good,”

Your core tightens and you know the second orgasm is coming, quickly. You cry against him, fingers digging into his back.

“Go on,”

It’s like it was a taught command. He tells you, you cum.

He’s nowhere near done yet. He’s got too much in mind. He can’t stop until you’re all but faded away from that pretty little head of yours. Until you forget your own name, but remember his.

His pace never lets up, never even pauses. You’re making sounds that are obscene, bordering on pornographic, and if Adam wasn’t so determined he’d bust right here and now.

Your head is pressed against the tile again, crying out like an animal in heat, when his hand covers your mouth and he stops moving completely.

A whine comes from you, unwillingly. You’d be embarrassed of the sound if you could be right now.

“Sh, sh sh. Someone’s going past,” He whispers, pressing his sweaty forehead to your own, “Wait, baby. Don’t want to get caught, do you?”

You shake your head but your body betrays you. Adam watches, jaw dropping a little at just how fucking perfect you are as you squirm around him. He’s still fully inside, fully sheathed. He’s hitting every place in there and he’s STOCK STILL. It feels cruel, crueller when you realise how much he’s enjoying watching you suffer in the stillness.

You whimper against his hand, and he only presses it to your face further.

“Stay quiet,”

There’s a threatening edge to his voice and it doesn’t take long to realise why. The thumb of the hand that’s not desperately silencing you reaches down and plays with your clit - you could explode at this point. He barely has to do much, you’re squirming so hard and he’s so close to letting go inside of you-

It seems he decides the threat to your privacy is gone, and your torture is over, as he kicks back into action like a machine again.

He loses himself, now, it’s his turn. The most desperate sounds you’ve heard him make echo on the bathroom walls.

“God- Fuck, fuck- baby, I- Can I- Please, please, can I- I need to, I-“ He stutters against you, getting a little sloppy but no less violent in his thrusts, “Let me fill you,”

You keen and he takes it as a green light, painting your insides white with his orgasm, and your third of the day comes crashing over you as he grunts your name.

Everything gets tensed for a moment - his fingers in the skin of your face and your hip, his jaw. His head falls to your shoulder for a second. He catches his breath, slow final thrusts pushing his own spend in and back out of you.

He looks at you now, assessing the job he did.

“You beautiful thing,” He pants, swallowing harshly, “There they go. Those fuckin’ eyes,”

#I DONT KNOW WHAt I AM DOING #richie dont look #I love you hot girls love saw discord #this is for u #especially neon skunk and vamoose #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw fanfiction

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arminsumi · 6 months

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I'll be so honest I love whenever people make Satoru absolutely pathetically in love, obviously reciprocated love but because I know Gege said he can't stay with only one woman(damn this man hates his own creation) and he would never stay loyal so I LOVE when people show him as this lovesick, obsessed puppy. I love all your stories and your drabbles and even the little asks you answer talking about him or just about anyone you write about because you're an amazing writer 😭😭. Following you was the best decision, I remember going feral one time because I thought I didn't follow you and had to desperately try to remember your name(my memory isn't good), I went through like 40 different accounts and then the Gods blessed me with remembering that I liked your story so I found it in my likes😭❤️😂 it was definitely a thrill. Anyway I adore you, stay safe love❤️💖🥺

UR SO VERY SWEET idk how to accept such praise 💗🐇 ahhh!! glad u found me after all that searching lol i think a similar thing happened to me with a writer once.

i didn't even know gege said that abt gojo lol. i just enjoy imagining satoru as very lovesick, or even as a playboy that becomes lovesick. just the idea that one person can stop him in his tracks and make him change his mind like "nevermind everyone else, i want this one" 🥺 grabby hands n all. and once he has your heart, he keeps a tight grip on it.

idk that's just a version of him i enjoy of i like other versions too and might write more in the future. tho i have another lovesick gojo but it's an angst fic that's a bit more complicated because the reader rejects him after he says "i love you" and the reader says "I don't believe in i love yous anymore, so please don't say you love me" idk it was based on a mitski lyric. the reader had been through a rough breakup and satoru had never been through a breakup so that was their dynamic. dunno if i'll ever finish writing it bc it's too angsty lol

anyways thank u for enjoying my stuff it means the world to me. u are an absolute kootie pie 💗

#📬.mail #*throws a lovesick gojo at u*#this is for u #i put a bow on him look #gojo who loves u and only u and can't get over how much he loves u 🥺

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paneerlajwanti · 8 months

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in name of @ladynephthyss and her ever growing admiration for krishna, and adorning him in silver jewellery; happy birthday kboi!

#i miss you so much #you were so loved #this is for u #insp: jaipur ke govindji #krishna

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lilyflxwers · 8 months

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i actually feel like ur all so nice and cool and i wish we could all share some ice tea and plan a bank heist together

#this is for U #U READING THIS #HI ITS ABT U NOW

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jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear · 3 months

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F.E.A.R T.O.X.I.N

(gift for @fearthebadgers)

#Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #The Scarecrow #sorry I am still playing with this image lol #fearthebadgers #this is for u #sparkle jon lmao

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angelwiththeblue-box · 8 days

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the sugarplum fairy from acoc and the fairy queen of sweet dreams from cinderellas castle have the same energy… sisters perhaps

#eli rambles #the niche venne diagram of d20 fans and starkid fans #this is for u #cinderella’s castle #acoc #a crown of candy #sugarplum fairy #the fairy queen of sweet dreams #starkid #dimension 20 #kim whalen

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dreaamerwrites · 11 months

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things you said under the stars and in the grass >> Cho Guesung, because you know he is our starry-eyed babie.

things you said -> still accepting! things you said under the stars and in the grass.

couple: cho guesung x gender neutral reader rating: G notes: ??? unconfirmed r/s status? lmao

♫

He's lying in the grass.

Arms and legs sprawled out, chin up, eyes wide open. You can make out the way they shine even in the darkness, the lights of the training grounds long since shut down now.

"Everyone was looking for you, you know," you murmur, not bothering to announce yourself. He knows it's you.

He knows it'll always be you.

Guesung merely grins, a lazy, sideways tilt of a thing as he pats the ground beside him. You settle down beside him, legs folded in front of you. It's clearly not what he had had in mind.

"You're doing it wrong," he rolls his eyes.

His hand wraps around your wrist and he gives you a tug. One time. And then once more, with purpose. You roll your eyes back at him before flopping backwards onto your back as well.

The grass scratches at the back of your neck and your ears and you shiver at the sensation. He wiggles beside you until you're pressed to his side, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm. The bare skin of his arm is warm against yours, even in the cool evening air.

"I don't know why you enjoy this," you whisper. It's much too cold for May. "The grass is so prickly."

He merely snorts.

"Very romantic," he teases back -- but there is nothing teasing about the way he shifts his position, then.

Guesung slides one arm under your head, pulling you into his side easily; prickly grass suddenly replaced by his very solid, very warm chest.

If he can feel your breath hitch, he thankfully doesn't comment on it.

"Look," he whispers into your hair. "The stars look amazing tonight."

You twist slightly, glancing at the way his face is still turned up to the night sky, and then follow his gaze. Up, up, and up -- past the empty goal net, past the training ground stands, past the concrete of the building that has come to mean so much to him in such a short period of time.

Up, up, and up -- until all you can see are stars.

Endlessly, they stretch on, sparkling in the air as if someone has painstakingly sewn them into this blanket of peace and night.

"They're beautiful," you agree, voice so soft you wonder if he'll even hear you. His grip around your shoulders tightens. "I don't think I've ever seen them like this."

He hums in agreement, tilting his cheek until it rests against the top of your head. Your hair catches his stubble and you want to laugh but the moment seems too fragile for it. The stars are too delicate. You're not sure when you'll get a moment like this with him again.

After all...

"I'm going to see the stars in England, too," Guesung promises quietly. You wonder if it's meant more for him than you. "I'm going to see the stars in England. Maybe Spain. Maybe Germany. But definitely England."

Something catches in your throat and you force yourself to continue staring up, up, and up.

(After all, come the end of this summer, who knows when he'll be here like this again?)

"I know," you murmur into the fabric of his shirt. He still smells of his shampoo and body wash and freshly cut grass, still soft and worn post-training. You try to commit the scent to memory. "You'll see them in England. I know you will."

The silence that stretches between the two of you after that feels like the stars. Endless. Fragile.

But then his lips are on your forehead, brushing a soft kiss there. Barely touching, but quietly hopeful in its own gentle, careful way. You grip at his shirt more tightly, your heart pounding.

"You'll see them with me too," he murmurs against your hair.

You can't tell if it's an invitation -- or a question.

Regardless, you shift slightly to look up at him. At his eyes, still shining in the darkness, staring right back at you. The prettiest stars you've seen all night.

"If you want me to," you reply.

This time, his smile is full. Wide and sincere and warm as he pulls you in, strong arms firm and secure around you.

"Of course. I want you to be there," his voice comes rough, when he finally replies. The sound seems to resonate deep in his chest and it shakes you right through from your fingers to your toes. "I always want you."

He knows it'll always be you.

#QUICK I'M HITTING POST SO THAT I DON'T CONVINCE MYSELF NOT TO LMAO #cho guesung imagine #cho guesung drabble #cho guesung #my sweet cutison nation anon #this is for u #my no 1 cheerleader #my no 1 bebeto #ilu #dreamer answers!!#no beta no editing no proofreading we die like men #PS - here's to looking forward to cgs' career :' ) reach for the stars bb u deserve it all

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homosapian-minus-the-sapian · 5 months

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Nurse Geto! Save Gojo Satoru!!

#geto suguru #jjk 242 #nurse geto #jjk spoilers #kenjaku #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fanart #my art #art #whoever made that post about Gojo would go crazy over nurse Geto #this is for u

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enoughtotemptme · 1 year

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shout to the sky

Parts: 1/1 complete (12k oneshot) Rating: Teen Relationship: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Characters: Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Vecna, POV Wayne Munson, Unplanned Pregnancy, Marriage of Convenience, Fluff, Family, Good Parent Wayne Munson

His boy brings home a girl that spring, a pretty thing with blonde hair and a shy smile and a belly she can’t hide, and when he sees the way Eddie looks at her, Wayne’s heart sinks past his gut.

“It’s not mine,” Eddie tells him the next afternoon. They’re out on the side porch, Eddie leaning back on his hands and swinging his legs over the edge. Chrissy fell asleep on the couch after lunch, and Eddie’d covered her up with an old crocheted blanket and followed Wayne outside.

“The baby,” Eddie adds when Wayne doesn’t respond right away. He’s frowning fiercely at his knees. “She had a boyfriend. Well, until…”

“Until?” Wayne prompts.

The boy—not so much a boy now, twenty-three and taller than him—shrugs. “Until he knocked her up.” His mouth twists in a sneer. “Fucker thought basketball was a better deal than her and a kid.”

Wayne sits with that for a minute. “Sounds like a piece of work.”

Eddie snorts. “I’ll say.”

A couple cars go by on the road outside the trailer park, and the whine of a lawnmower a couple spots down drifts in and out.

“Wayne.”

“Yeah, kid.”

Eddie tips his head back to look at him, something between nerves and determination on his face as he squints against the sun.

“I’m gonna marry her. If she’ll let me.”

[click here to read the complete story on ao3]

#hellcheer fic #hellcheer fanfic #eddissy fic #eddissy fanfic #hellcheer #stranger things #enoughtotemptme writes fic #anybody ever cry over good parent wayne munson and want to cry some more?#this is for u #yes it's all wayne's POV no i'm not sorry

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kkbardd · 10 months

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btw this is the all-time asurei playlist to ever ever, and I often listen to it to get inspiration !! I highly highly recommend it

#for anyone who’s making something asurei #or just wants to obsess over them #this is for u #i think this is the most in-character playlist I’ve ever heard #it’s scarily accurate #i wish i could add a few songs tho ngl #asurei #spotify playlist #Spotify

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fangedtracks · 1 year

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#cmjf #cm punk #mjf #aew #aew: revolution 2022 #wrestling #my gifs #YES I AM GOING INSANE NO I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT #v #this is for u #esp that first one <3

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fluffycoffeebuns · 4 months

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Maybe

For @mmmkkkkkjkmm. I know it's hard for you a lot, but I'm proud of you. FREAKIN LOVE YOU YOU GOOBER.

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It was not like Tybalt Capulet to be nervous about a decision. Usually he always went into things guns blazing, quite literally. He didn’t tend to think through his actions much; instead, he just followed with his gut and prayed it that it would end well for him.

So the fact that he was anxiously shifting from foot to foot outside of Scarlet Orozço’s apartment, holding a tray of what he hoped would be peace offerings, therefore broke convention. It felt unusual for him to be such a nervous wreck standing in public. He had tried to breathe normally and stop the shaking in his legs, though neither endeavor proved successful.

The situation he’d found himself in did not help his nerves much either.

Several times on the drive to Scarlet’s apartment, Tybalt had wondered exactly why he had said yes to her offer. He had tried to make excuses-he was bored, he was shocked, he was, dare he say, amused-but none felt like correct explanation for why he had accepted. Actually, in all seriousness, Tybalt knew the reason he said yes, but whether it be out of pride, indifference or sheer embarrassment, he simply refused to admit it.

Surprisingly, Tybalt was not a man usually drawn to romance. In fact, he usually preferred training and sparring over matters of the physical and emotional. Maybe that was something he could work on more, since being emotionally withdrawn was not helpful in any situation, but still. The offer was something he’d more expect to be given to men like his cohorts, who enjoyed indulging in women of all social classes and tastes, regardless of the consequences. But Tybalt had never been drawn to watching them flirt around with each other, and had never imagined himself in a scenario where we would enjoy the same thing, though he tried to pretending otherwise for appearances.

But that was before Scarlet had smiled at him, and sweetly offered him a date.

So now he was here. Standing outside her apartment, holding a tray of arepas con queso, and flushing at the memory of her towering over him.

That memory, of her hands on his skin and her eyes on his face, it had plagued him for days. He had been writhing at night, unable to escape the burning in his body. It felt so new and yet so familiar at the same time. He has been hit with random surges of desire before, sure, but this, this was something different. Like some sort of switch had gone off in his brain, and now his thoughts were consumed by nothing but Scarlet.

A tiny voice in the back of his head tried to argue that, maybe, it wasn’t just desire he was feeling, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

Sighing, Tybalt rang the door bell of Scarlet’s house, and prayed to God, Jesus and all the Saints that he would somehow manage to keep his shit together.

A prayer that undoubtedly came in handy when Scarlet opened the door, dressed in a way that could only be described as goddess-like, dripping in pearls and silk, like a baroque painting. All in red, of course, because it seemed she made a habit of making him fluster. He nearly dropped the Arepa pan staring at her smiling face, suddenly feeling very underdressed in his silk black button down.

(He knew he should’ve worn more accessories.)

A gasp brought him out of his trance. Scarlet was now staring at the arepas, eyes roving over the little disks. “You brought food!!” Scarlet exclaimed happily, grabbing the tray from his hands, which fell to his side, limply. Excitement clouded her features and it was the most beautiful thing Tybalt had ever seen. Her happiness made her practically glow and Tybalt could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw how beautiful it made her.

“You-uhA-I’m-um..” Tybalt said, clumsily stumbling over his words. He cleared his throat.

“Arepas con queso. They have cheese in them.” His said, nearly kicking himself.

“They have cheese in them” Yeah no shit, dumbass. She speaks Spanish, You stupid fuck. What does she think queso means? Jesus, Joseph and Mary, Tybalt, get your shit together.

“How’d you know I loved Arepas?” She asked cheekily, popping over the tupperware and picking on up.

“Must’ve been a lucky guess.” He lied. In reality, he has asked (or begged) his boss Francesca for tips as he was closing up. Scarlet was her foster-sister, so she had plenty of good tips for a date with her sister.

He hopped it would get him into her food graces, but she still terrified him.

Scarlet smiled happily and bit into an arepa, humming contently.

“So,” she said, wiping her mouth. “Where to next?”

Tybalt felt his cheeks warm, staring at her beautiful face. The curve of her nose, the highness of her cheeks, her smile.

“The Gardens.” He said confidently.

Hm. Maybe this would work out.

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#romeo + juliet 1996 #tybalt capulet #LapiWrites!#scarlet take my money please #Scarlet Orozco #Myla #This is for u #Your doing great <333

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