#yeah just roasting myself before anyone roasts me
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“find somethin?”
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#columbo#alex benedict#etude in black#this is what happened in the episode i believe#crochet#i made another one!!#i'm not as happy with alex as i was with columbo idk why i think it's because i had to buy some new yarn and the texture wasn't the same#i was a dummy and didn't remember which brand yarn i had bought before#check out those dank sunglasses i made D: I didn't know what to do ._.;;#j#also yes the thread on the bottom of his shoes are getting loose#yeah just roasting myself before anyone roasts me#my yarn stuff
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instead of you [part forty-one] || l.mh
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, smut (18+ ; mdni)
word count: 3.2k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
additional smut warnings: semi-public messing around, oral - m+f receiving
The other resorts along the shore were nice, yes, but they were also crowded to all hell. There’s no way you would have been able to relax at any of them. Not just because crowds make you anxious, but because Minho probably wouldn’t be able to show his face anywhere. He’d have to wear a hoodie to the pool or swim with a baseball cap on, and even those weren’t guaranteed to be foolproof.
There were hardly any people occupying the outdoor spaces so late in the day so it was like you had the place to yourselves. You and Felix continued to play in the pool while Minho grilled steaks and Jisung worked upstairs. You offered to accompany Jisung while he cooked but he assured you that he was fine to do it himself. Sometimes you kept him company at home but you knew he liked to work alone as well.
The room that you and Jisung were staying in was a standard hotel room but Nikki and Dom had a suite with a kitchenette that he could use to prepare the side dishes.
You ate gathered around one of the fire pits as the sun sank beneath the waves in the distance. When it got too dark out, Dom lit the fire so that you could all see what you were eating. There were path lights littered around the resort but they weren’t bright enough to illuminate the adjacent sitting areas too.
“I wish we had marshmallows,” you sighed. “We could roast them and make s’mores.”
“I think the bar sells little kits,” Jisung piped up. “I remember seeing a sign posted on their menu.”
“How convenient!” Nikki exclaimed.
“Want me to grab some?” Minho offered, already standing from his seat.
You had once again put yourself on the spot. Everyone was looking at you, waiting for your answer.
“I-I’d feel bad. I’m the only one who wants them, so you don’t have to!”
“Don’t be silly, we’d all eat them,” Jisung assured you with a pat on your knee.
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to try s’mores,” Felix agreed.
Your mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, you’ve never had one?”
“They’re an American thing, babe.”
“Does that mean you’re the only other one here who has had a s’more?” you asked Jisung.
“I might have had one before,” Minho added thoughtfully.
“Might? You don’t remember?”
“Yeah, well, when we were on the first world tour we had a lot of bonfires and shit but I was pretty drunk at all of them so there could have been s’mores there, there could not have been. I dunno.”
“Anyway,” Nikki swooped in, averting the attention away from her eldest son’s anecdotes of underage drinking. “Minho, why don’t you go grab a few kits from the bar Ji mentioned? I think your father and I would like to try a s’more too.”
“How many do you think we need?” Minho asked.
“It depends on how many each serves. Why don’t we start with two and if we run out of supplies we can send Felix up to get more.”
Felix made a face. “What, me?”
“It wouldn’t be fair to send Minho up twice,” Dom explained.
“What about Jisung?”
“He cooked dinner.”
“I’ll be right back,” Minho interjected, cutting Felix off before he could protest any further. “Does anyone want anything to drink while I’m over there?”
He took everyone’s order and then disappeared in the direction of the bar.
“Do you think he’ll need help carrying stuff?” you whispered to Jisung after he left.
“Oh, shit, maybe.”
“Should I go help him? Would that be weird?”
Jisung looked back toward his parents to check that they weren’t paying attention before answering. “No, I don’t think so. No one suspected anything other than me. Do you want me to go with you, though?”
“No, you cooked,” you reminded him, “you should stay and relax. I’ll go help him.”
He nodded. “Okay. Oh, but kiss me before you go.”
-
Minho was still waiting when you joined him at the bar. It was almost as deserted as the rest of the pool area. Only a couple of people were occupying the stools and they seemed to be strangers to each other, drinking in silence apart from the waves crashing on the shore nearby and the occasional sound of the blender.
“Hey, stranger,” you said, grabbing Minho’s attention with an elbow to his side.
“Hey... did someone forget to ask for something?”
“No, I came to help you. We realized it’s a lot of stuff to carry all by yourself.”
He scoffed. “You doubted me?”
The bartender placed the drinks and s’mores kit down on the counter in front of Minho right at that moment, leaving both of you to size up all there was to bring back to the fire pit.
“You could have carried all that without spilling anything?”
“Fine, maybe it’s good that you came,” he grumbled.
“Maybe?”
He set his jaw and took a deep breath. “It is good that you came. Thank you for helping. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
You grabbed two of the drinks while Minho took the rest, holding the plastic bags of s’mores supplies between his teeth.
Nikki and Dom cheered when you reappeared with everything. The twins looked marginally happier. It was honestly as much as you could ask for from them.
You spent the rest of the evening teaching the Hans how to make, what was in your opinion, the perfect s’more. There were only a few skewers to go around so everyone had to take turns, but it was nice to be able to take your time with something and relax. There hadn’t been much time to do that on this trip. Jisung had warned you of that in the beginning but you were still way more exhausted than you expected to be at this point. At least it was almost over.
The thought of the trip ending was one that you had been pushing to the back of your mind for weeks now. Especially now that Jisung knew what had happened, you didn’t want to think about what would happen when you went back home. Would you grow apart? Would he distance himself once he was no longer in forced proximity with you? Would Minho break up with you? It wasn’t just something you could ignore now. There were only a matter of days left.
When it was over, you would go back to Seoul with the Hans until the summer ended officially. But that would be different too.
“You’re burning your marshmallow, love,” Nikki said softly, putting her hand on your shoulder to get your attention.
“Oh!” you exclaimed and pulled your skewer out of the heat. You blew the flame out and transferred it onto a graham cracker.
“Do you want a new one?” Dom asked.
“No, that’s okay! I like them burnt, actually. I just didn’t mean to leave it in the fire for so long. It could have made a mess.”
Jisung’s dad shrugged as if to say ‘suit yourself’ before taking the rod from you and reloading it with fresh marshmallows.
If it was woodburning, the fire would slowly start to dwindle as the kindling turned to ash. Since it wasn’t, it was still burning as brightly as it had been at the start of the evening when Dom finally turned the propane off. Nikki collected the empty cups and dirty skewers to return to the bar.
“Good night, kids. Don’t stay up too late.”
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Felix was the first out of the four of you to go up to his room, leaving you with your best friend and... Minho.
The pool area was completely empty by then.
“I’ll uh, I’ll leave you two,” Jisung said and stood to leave.
You grabbed his hand to stop him. “Wait, no, you don’t have to go.”
“Yeah,” Minho agreed, a little less convincingly. “You should stay.”
Jisung shook his head. “No thanks, I’d rather not third-wheel.”
“Ji-”
“Take as much time as you need,” he said to you. “Just don’t get fucking caught by anyone else.”
You waited for him to leave before slumping forward and sighing into your hands.
“I thought you said he forgave you,” Minho whispered.
“He did. That doesn’t mean he’s okay with it,” you sighed.
Minho leaned back and stretched his arm across the back of the loveseat, inviting you to sit with him. You crossed over to his side and joined him, allowing yourself to lean into his side. He wrapped his arm around you and squeezed your shoulder. It felt nice, to do something so domestic with him, even while sitting in complete silence. Still, you worried about someone seeing you.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Just you.”
You didn’t want to give him the details and risk ruining the mood so you hoped he was content with that answer. Thankfully, he didn’t ask you to elaborate.
You shivered suddenly, unintentionally but thankfully changing the subject.
“Are you cold?” Minho asked.
“A little.”
“Should I turn the fire pit back on?”
You shook your head. “No, it’s so dark out now. It’ll only draw attention to us.”
“I don’t want you to be cold, though.”
“I’ll be fine.”
Minho didn’t look convinced. “Why don’t we get in the hot tub? You still have your bathing suit on, right?”
“Are we allowed to?”
He shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”
You followed Minho over to one of the many hot tubs on the property. It was tucked away behind the now-deserted tiki bar and also totally empty. Minho turned on the jets and ventured down into the water, holding his hand out for you to get in behind him.
You let out a sigh as you sank into the bubbling water, closing your eyes and resting your head against the pool’s edge.
“Better?”
“So much better.”
You looked over to see him smile. “Good.”
You hadn’t realized how cold you were until you were warm. The chill had seeped through your bathing suit too. You could feel it ebbing out of the fabric as well as your muscles the longer you sat in the water.
Minho settled next to you and put his hand on your thigh. It was comforting even though his hand was still cold.
“This is nice,” he said.
“It is nice,” you agreed. “I like being able to do just nothing with you.”
“We don’t get a lot of time to do that, do we?”
“No, not really.”
“Guess that just means we have to enjoy it while we have it.”
You sat up to look at him, wondering if he meant something more than what was implied when he said that. He met your gaze and gave you a questioning look.
“What?” You shook your head and sank further into the bubbles. You were reading way too much into everything. You needed to get a grip.
“What’s wrong?” Minho repeated. “Talk to me.”
“I’m scared to,” you finally admitted.
It wasn’t much, but you were finally being honest with Minho instead of skirting around his questions like you usually did. You could tell your answer hurt him but you were afraid that you’d hurt yourself even more if you told him everything. You had a feeling the conversation was going there anyway, though, and there was little you could do to stop it.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I don’t know... what we are?” You cringed as you said it. “And I don’t want to ruin things by asking, you know, because I like what we have going on and I don’t want it to go away but I also don’t want to get my hopes up by thinking we’re something that we’re not but sometimes you do things that make me think you want something more than... whatever it is we’re already doing but- mph!”
You were cut off with a kiss, like something out of a movie. It was brief, but enough to disrupt your train of thought. You stared at him incredulously, trying to read his expression.
His face was even but his eyes were warm. You wished you knew what he was thinking. Moonlight and the flickering flames of torches in the distance were just enough to illuminate his features. The quirk of his cupid’s bow, the flutter of his long eyelashes...
“What was that for?” you inquired, even though you knew what it was for.
“You were spiraling.”
You sighed, dropping your head into your hands. “I can’t help it.”
“I know,” Minho said softly. “For what it’s worth though, I feel the same way.”
You lifted your head to look at him again, your vision slightly blurred by the water dripping down your face from your wet hands. “What?”
He hesitated. “I feel... what you said. I feel the same way.”
“I don’t even know what I said,” you laughed.
“Me either, but I got the general vibe of it and I’m in agreement.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I... I thought I was making it kind of obvious that I wanted something serious with you.”
“You never said anything outright, though!”
“Because I didn’t know what you wanted,” he explained. “You never said anything either.”
“Well, you’re the man!”
Minho raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’re going there? The feminism just evaporates from your body the moment you’re faced with confrontation?”
“See, you get it.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m telling you now, okay? I want you. In all the ways you’re willing to let me have you.”
You swallowed hard, eyes burning. You didn’t want to start crying and you didn’t want Minho to see you crying so you kissed him again, with more urgency this time. You couldn’t think, hell, you couldn’t breathe, until he pulled away, leaving you wishing and hoping for more.
When your lips met for the third time, he pulled you under with him, just long enough to shock your senses. You gasped for air when you surfaced, pushing your wet hair out of your eyes.
“You’re not supposed to do that!” you scolded, sputtering as you shoved him.
He stumbled backward onto the bench, falling seated again and pulling you on top of him.
“You believe that bullshit?” he scoffed.
“It’s not bullshit! It’s not good for you to put your head under the water in a hot tub!”
“I know people say that but why?”
“I... I don’t know why,” you admitted, “but I know you’re not supposed to.”
“See, you don’t even know!” You gave him a look. “Will you accept an ‘I’m sorry’ kiss?”
“That depends, are you actually sorry?”
He didn’t bother answering. Instead, he kissed you anyway, cradling the back of your head as he slipped his tongue past your lips. He tasted like s’mores and whiskey and chlorine, a combination so strange you couldn’t wrap your head around it.
One of his arms dropped to your waist, wrapping around your body and pulling you closer until your chests were pressed together. You could feel him through his swim trunks, growing harder by the second. You were tempted to take him right there, but you were in public and having sex in a hot tub couldn’t be good either, right? That sounded like an infection waiting to happen.
“Upstairs?” Minho asked breathlessly, lips only centimeters from yours. Not for the first time you wondered if he could read your mind.
You nodded. “Yeah, upstairs.”
-
You dripped your way back to his room, shivering despite the thick towel wrapped around your shoulders.
“Wanna hop in the shower?” Minho asked between kisses as he fumbled with the straps of your bikini.
“Yeah, don’t want to get your bed all wet,” you replied.
“That would happen whether or not we had just been in the pool,” he joked.
“Hilarious.”
“Jesus, you’re freezing,” he hissed. “Let’s get these off of you, they’re so cold.”
“Is that the only reason you want them off?”
“I think we both know the answer to that.”
You knew Minho was expecting to have sex in the shower but you kind of wanted to fuck on the bed so you sucked his dick while he washed your hair and then took turns rinsing off before moving to his bed. You put your hair up in a towel to avoid the aforementioned wetness and wrapped yourself up in one of the hotel’s robes even though you knew it’d be coming right off.
To your surprise, Minho left your robe on. He just undid the tie around your waist and let it fall open before shouldering himself between your legs. It was kind of like putting a towel down. He was killing two birds with one stone that way: protecting the sheets and keeping you warm.
It didn’t take long for you to cum in his mouth. Minho knew your body like the back of his hand by now. It had taken him a fraction of the time it took your past lovers to learn what made you tick and he used all of that knowledge to his advantage.
He kept going after you came the first time, eager to pull another from you, but you pulled him up by the hair to get his attention before he could get too into it.
“Too much?” he asked.
“Want you to fuck me,” you urged.
Thankfully, he was receptive to this and moved up so that he could position himself on top of you. He notched himself at your entrance and kissed you as he pushed himself inside, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before pulling away and wiping his face on your shoulder.
“Ew!” you cried and tried to push him away.
Minho looked offended. “What do you mean, ‘ew’? It’s you.”
“That doesn’t mean I want me all over what I’m wearing!”
“Since when?” he joked. “Seems like it’s always all over what you’re wearing when you’re around me.”
“Can we please talk about something else?” you begged, suddenly embarrassed and grossed out at the same time.
Minho laughed and pecked you on the cheek. “What would you rather talk about? The weather?”
You tightened around him as punishment, making him swear and bury his face in your neck. “Fucking hell, you succubus.”
You smiled politely and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Don’t people usually say that if she can talk at all, you’re doing it wrong?”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “I was just taking it easy on you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, this was for your benefit,” he continued. “Didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“How gracious of you.”
He clenched his jaw as he started fucking you faster, muttering sarcastically, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was boring you.”
Ironically, you couldn’t respond right away, too caught up in the feeling of how deep he was inside of you to get any words out.
“I forgive you,” you choked out finally.
Your hands fell to his biceps, desperate for something to hold on to. You dug your nails into his skin, making him hiss through his teeth.
“Harder,” he urged. You squeezed harder and he gasped. “Fuck yes, keep doing that.”
“Like this?”
“Just like that, baby. That’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
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#instead of you stray kids#instead of you skz#iou stray kids#iou skz#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#lee know smut#lee know x reader#lee know x female reader#lee know x bi!reader#lee know series#stray kids series#stray kids x female reader
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Percy and Thalia core: why they shouldn't have a phone
Thalia:
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Percy: I just wake up. Can you give me a minute before being crazy.
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Percy: What happens when you put nutella on salmon?
Thalia: I'm scared.
Percy: You get salmonella!
Thalia: Don't talk with me.
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Thalia: WTF YOU TAKE LIKE TEN YEARS TO REPLY
Thalia: DO YOU TEXT PEOPLE AND THEN THROW YOUR PHONE ACROSS THE F*** PACIFIC?
Percy: I throw myself across the Pacific.
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Percy: I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME! I roast you and you hate it. I am nice with you and you hate it. Maybe, I should just die!
Thalia: No!!
Percy: Oh, you hate that too!!!
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Percy: You done being phycho?
Thalia: No.
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Thalia: FLIRT BACK GOD DAM IT!
Percy: HOW??
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Thalia: Wait you like me? Like, my personality?
Percy: I know, I was surprised too.
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Thalia: ARE YOU GUYS A THING OR NOT?
Percy: NO NO NO.
BUT
Thalia: WHAT?
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Thalia: Are you done being sarcastic?
Percy: Yes.
Thalia: Wait, really?
Percy: Yeah. Totally. Completely. Done for good.
Thalia: ...
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Percy: Shut up.
Thalia: I didn't say anything!
Percy: I can feel the judgement.
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Percy: Are you up?
Thalia: Yes.
Percy: Me too.
Thalia: Yeah. I can see that.
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Thalia: GET AWAY THAT FROM ME!
Percy: NO! IF I HAVE TO SUFFER, YOU SUFFER WITH ME!
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Thalia: So hear me out. We kidnap him.
Percy: No.
Thalia: You kidnapped Nico.
Percy: I adopted him. Illegally and without saying to anyone.
Thalia: That is kidnap.
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Thalia: I called.
Percy: I watched it ring.
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Thalia: That's a bad idea.
Percy: uh uh
Thalia: You already do it, don't you?
Percy: 👍👍
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Percy: What is wrong with us?
Thalia: A lot. But at least we are hot.
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Percy: I just ended a 5 years relationship
Thalia: OMG, are you okay?
Percy: Oh, it wasn't my relationship.
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Percy: Did you hear about the chef that died?
Thalia: No.
Percy: He pasta away.
Thalia: I hope you pasta away.
Percy 🥺🥺🥺
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Percy: So, how's your life?
Thalia.: good. Yours?
Percy: Good.
Percy: We are both lying, right?
Note: all these messages are send between 0.00 an 04.00
#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson#thalia grace#percy and thalia#rick riordan#the big three children#chaotic duo#chaotic dumbasses
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Lucid Dreams- Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Enchanced!Reader (Part 02)
Part 01
Bucky sat on the stairs of his apartment building waiting for Sam. He had spent the whole night formulating an apology to his friend. It was more difficult than expected, especially since his brain kept going back to the memory of the dream he had.
Floating free through space, able to manipulate the heavens, being free from his nightmares and struggles. And that girl he saw. She was so beautiful. His heart fluttered like a lovesick schoolboy, he hadn’t felt like this in years. It felt nice. He wondered if he would see her again tonight?
“Thought you wanted to be left alone?” Sam spoke up, snapping Bucky from his thoughts.. He took a breath, Sam did try his patience but he was the only friend he had left. “Sam listen, I know what I said and, I’m sorry. I hadn’t had any sleep in weeks and I was frustrated. I know you wanted to help and in all honesty, you're more helpful than that fucking therapist.” Bucky expected Sam to say it wasn’t enough and walk off. But instead the new Cap patted his shoulder and smiled, “S’alright man, I know it can be tough. Had the same problems myself.” Bucky smiled, relieved he didn’t screw up. “Hey I’m supposed to meet Torres at a diner a couple blocks from here, wanna come?” Sam asked. Bucky nodded, “Yeah, sure.” The two walked and talked the whole way, when they passed a small coffee shop Bucky didn’t notice the pair of (y/e/c) staring at him through the window.
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“He looks so much happier now.” She said quietly. The music playing through her earbuds shut out the overwhelming noise of people and espresso makers.”(Y/n)! Get those coffee beans roasted!” Her boss yelled. Thank god for the earbuds. “Don’t worry sir, I already roasted them. I’m just refilling the jars.” Her boss looked at her in surprise, “Oh. Well, good.” He left, leaving her to revel in her work. (Y/n) did most of the hard work at the little coffee shop called, “Zen Brew.” She mostly cleaned, refilled, and roasted. Sometimes she’d have to man the counter when her space-brained coworker came up with some lame excuse not to come into work. She liked the repetitiveness of her job. Course the noise was the only problem, if it hadn’t been for her earbuds or the wax earplugs she kept in her pocket she probably wouldn’t have been able to get the job. But she’d never tell anyone that, no they wouldn’t understand. Most people didn’t understand her love for simplicity. It was their loss.
She saw Bucky everyday, he’d walk past the coffee shop everyday at 10:38 in the morning. Like clockwork. But he always looked so sad, like a lost puppy. She could always tell when someone suffered from nightmares, it was a part of her….gift. And Bucky was suffering more than she’d ever seen. She wanted to help him. (Y/n) purposely bumped into him the other day so that she could leave her essence on him and bring him into the dream realm. And his dream was magnificent, she had seen the dreams of many people before. But Bucky’s was boundless. It was what she loved about her gift, to see the true potential and inner most desires of those she helped. It was rare for (Y/n) to help someone more than once and yet she wanted to with Bucky. Tonight she’d see him again.
“Wait wait! Let me see if I got this. Some chick on the street touches you once and you have this wild crazy ass dream and she’s there IN the dream?” Sam asked. Bucky had told him everything about that night. With all that they’ve faced in the past this wasn’t the strangest or weirdest for that matter. However Bucky did want an outsiders opinion. “No offense Buck, that's pretty freaky.” Sam stated. Indeed it was, Bucky wondered if she was enhanced like Wanda. If only she was here. “I know but it was like she was in control, like a Goddess or something.” Maybe Thor would have an idea. “Think she might be a threat?” Sam asked but Bucky shook his head at the idea. “No, I don't think so. It was like she gave me that dream, like she wanted to help?” Bucky’s heartbeast increased as he remembered her sweet smile, the glow of emotion in her bright eyes, her soft angelic voice. Sam noticed his far off look and smirked, “Got a thing for her lover boy?” Torres snorted a laugh as did Sam. Bucky rolled his eyes at their immaturity. What he didn’t tell them was that he was hoping to see her again that night.
And he couldn’t wait.
That night, for the first time in a long time he was excited to sleep. He hoped to be swept back into that endless horizon, free floating amongst the stars and heavens. And to see her again. He laid down and waited for sleep to embrace him. But it couldn’t happen soon enough, he was too excited like a kid laying awake for Christmas morning.
Then, he suddenly felt something warm against his chest. Bucky looked down and saw that same handprint from before, glowing a heavenly deep blue. His eyes felt heavy, tired. Like something had flipped a switch in his brain. It was strange, he felt as if something or someone was holding him. Warm and safe, she was calling him. And he didn’t want to keep her waiting.
Opening his eyes he saw stars. He was weightless. He was back. Bucky looked around to find her again. He heard no music. With his thoughts he moved through the darkness keeping an eye out for her. He didn’t have to look for too long.
A cute sounding laugh reached his ears. He looked and saw her staring at him with a smile. He felt all giddy inside as he moved towards her.
“You!”
“Me.”
He slowed to stop in front of her. “I was hoping to see you again.” He said. She tilted her head, “Really?” Those eyes, god those eyes. The softness, the emotion behind them made him forget how to speak. “I-I wanted t-to thank you for the other night. For bringing me here.” But then she let out the most adorable giggle he ever heard. “Bucky, you made this all yourself. All I did was connect you to the dream realm.”
“Dream realm?” Sounded like something out of a fairytale or a wild fantasy movie.
“Yes, it is a realm not bound by time and space. A realm where the fabric of reality twists and bends. You are having what’s known as a lucid dream. You know you’re dreaming and you have full control.”
He was shocked. This was all his doing? He made this? “I created this?” He asked. She nodded, “That’s right. In the Dream Realm you can create anything, do anything. Go wherever or whenever you want. Give it a try, just think of a place you want to go and the Dream Realm will reform to be whatever you wish.” When she finished speaking Bucky only stared blankly at her. She thought she went too far, “Sorry I didn’t mean to ramble like that.” She wrung her hands together out of habit when she was nervous. She usually kept a lid on her rambling but when she was happy, she couldn’t help it.
Bucky however, only smiled. Seeing her eyes light up like that and that cute blush on her cheeks. His heart was one step away from flying off. “Sounds like you know this place like the back of your hand. Like a Goddess of Dreams.” Her blush deepend with a nervous smile. “I'm n-no goddess.” She stuttered. “Could’ve fooled me.” Bucky charmed. She gave him a sweet soft smile.
“I-I’m (Y/n)”
(Y/n). Such a beautiful name, Bucky thought. “James. But everyone calls me Bucky.” They stared at each other for a moment before he thought to try what she recommended, “So all I have to do is think where I want to be and it’ll happen?”
“Do you have anywhere special in mind?”
He did. A place he wanted to see again someday. He closed his eyes and thought deeply. A faint breeze blew across his face and he felt himself slowly lowered to the ground onto warm grass. When he opened his eyes, Bucky was greeted by the peaceful sight of a Wakandan sunset. A sight he hadn’t seen since his recovery from HYDRA’s brainwashing. The African landscape was as beautiful as he remembered it. And yet with (Y/n) next to him, it didn’t hold a candle to her.
“Absolutely beautiful.” She whispered as she looked over the horizon to the low sun.
They both stood and watched the landscape for who knows how long until she broke the silence. “Bucky, it’s time.” She could feel the morning approach. Bucky wanted more time with her so he jumped into the deep end. “Can I see you again tomorrow night?” He was afraid she’d say no. Instead she smiled, “You may.” She reached out and cupped his cheek. His eyes closed at the contact. She kissed his forehead and once again whispered,
“Time to wake up.”
He felt that warm and bright light envelope him again, sending him back to the real world.
The morning rays greeted him. He lay in that nest of blankets smiling with joy that he’d see her again.
Bucky Barnes was in love.
#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#james bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes x autistic female reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky x reader fluff
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What If: Akaza Edition
DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The 'What If' chapters are not cannon. Every other chapter that isn't labeled a 'what if' chapter is. These 'What If' characters are also probably going to be pretty short. Sorry if this is so short. Working on some things while trying to write the next chapter of Monster Bride and irl things. Thanks to everyone for understanding and the patience you've all given me for these Demon Slayer Works.
If you can guess the references of the triplets names you get a cookie.
The sounds of the day's rain went by dripping down the roof and flowing down into the soft earth. Slow footsteps approached the front door of the simple home wet and stained with mud by the outside of the home. Without alerting anyone inside, the figure slunk inside the sliding door making a soft click behind them. There they stood for the longest time before shaking much like a dog the cold droplets expelling from his body and scattering them about the house before the man stood there. Silence creeping in before a hissing breath was sucked in through hissing fangs, his powerful lungs expanding for the task at hand-
"I'M HOME!"
The loud voice bounced off the walls and echoed throughout the home in waves carrying the voice all throughout the home until it faded away. There was silence for a long moment until little squeals and a fast approaching small pair of footsteps rapidly approaching from the left. His blue ear twitched and he turned to the right as a white blue came peeling around the corner. Bright smile on his face and rapid running towards him.
"FATHER, FATHER, FATHER, FATHER!!," the younger form chanted excitedly arms up in the air.
He kneeled down with a gigantic smile, arms out, and easily caught the white haired boy as soon as he was close enough. Standing rapidly he threw him up in the air as proud as a father like him could be. The younger form erupted in laughter at the affection given to him.
"There you are! I was thinking you had forgotten all about me! Oh you've grown so much since I last held you in my arms!" His smile softened the more he stared at the smiling child. "Are you sure you're the real Rui?"
"It's me, Father!," Rui cheered smiling widely enough to Expose his teeny but sharp fangs. "I've been training hard everyday!"
He couldn't help but smile fondly at the child before maneuvering Rui to be held on a hip before walking his way up a hall. "Is your mother in the kitchen?"
Of course he already knew the answer to that. From even before he stepped inside he could smell the faint smells of roasting fish along with strong spices and other vegetables. Judging by the shuffling noises and the tiny trolls and cries, his oldest wasn't the only one who was awake. But of course the boy nodded happily at him.
"Yeah! You're just in time for dinner, Father. Mother's making roasted fish." He then proudly puffed out his chest and pointed at himself. "I caught it myself in the lake this morning! It was this big!" He chuckled as the child stretched his arms out as wide as they could go.
"Oh wow. That big huh? Then we'll be eating good tonight. I'm so proud of you for providing so well for us." His oldest awed as he offered soft praise. He was proud. His boy was growing stronger, and stronger every day. He'll be a good man once he was all grown up. "I can't wait to see the beautiful dinner you caught us."
"I can show you how I caught it!," Rui immediately offered excitedly grabbing his shoulder. "And then we can go hunting and fishing together!"
"Deal! I have the next two weeks free from Mistress Rei, so we'll go hunting everyday if that's what you want-"
"YES!!" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before Rui was happily beaming at him. "Yes! I'd like that a lot! And I can show you how strong I became and how smart I got! And you can read all my new books and-"
"Whoa. Slow down there l, Son." He smiled at the excitement of his oldest approaching the doorway now leading to the small kitchen. "I love you and I'll love spending time with you but I need to spend time with your sisters and brother too. And your mother. Ok?"
The boy pouted but nodded. "Oh alright. But we're going hunting together!"
There was another chuckle as the child was slipped from his hip and safety put on the floor just as they reached the doorway and already a figure had their hands on their hips and looking at them. "But first things fi-"
He was cut off by a small group of squeaky coos and squeals from the left of the kitchen caught his attention. The squeals reacting to the sounds of his voice. He paused looking at the woman who rose a brow at him in a 'really' look and he chuckled as the squeaky voices calmed down upon not hearing him anymore.
"Oh my. I wonder WHO THAT could be?" His smile grew with each excited squeal from the left of the kitchen. Faking a curious hum he tapped his chin and waited for the new coos to die down. "I wonder if it's my babies. Where's the babies?" With a smile he quickly lean forward finally showing himself and smiling. The loudest little excited shrills came out. "*GASP* There you are!"
The warmth the kitchen provided gave the perfect safe feeling to set up the play pen. A few toys were seen stationed within a long with three tiny handmade futons. A perfect little safe haven for a child to rest under the watchful eye of their mother and father. But it wasn't the toys or beds that drew his attention. It was the bobbing motions of three pink haired babbling squealing infants. All three pairs of purple eyes locked onto him as soon as he made his presence known. The first to squeal loudly was the boy followed by his sisters. The trio of tots squealed out and babbled and waved their teeny hands about as their father stepped in ignoring the woman giving him a deadpanned look, he went straight for them with open arms. Sliding to his knees and easily reaching inside to them. His hard calloused hands were soft and gentle as they caressed his little ones.
His little ones. His beautiful children. His family. His boys will grow up being the strongest. His daughters the most beautiful. He could feel it so as they happily filled in the spaces in his empty arms. One by one. Bring held against the warmth of their father's calming body.
"Keizo. Amaryllis... Koyuki." Each squealed babbling about in reaction to their names before he just nuzzled into them. He couldn't help it. They were so precious to him. "We're you good for mommy while I was gone?" Keizo squealed being the closest enough to touch his nose. "Did you get to sleep today?"
"They were asleep until you woke them up with your yelling." A lady's voice behind him made him turn to look at the woman before she sighed. "I JUST got them to sleep, Akaza. It took me HOURS with the thunder and lightning scaring them. And..and ..Why are you wet?"
He chuckled again and stood still holding the three cooing infants and having Rui holding onto his pants leg also seeking attention. He smiled widely at her. "Sweetheart. Honey, Im sorry." He loved how beautiful she looked when pouting like that. It was cute. Although he'd never disrespect her by saying so. "I was so excited to see you all that I forgot it was raining outside."
"You tracked water into my house." She pointed out the water trail at his feet.
"I'll go dry off immediately and clean it up." Little babbles made his attention go back to the four young children. "Well... Maybe not immediately-"
"Oh no you don't." She immediately stepped forward to reach out and grab Amaryllis from his arms. The chubby girl cooing in curiosity as she was picked up and settled in her mother's arms instead. "You're gonna get them wet and you'll give yourself a cold. I don't need to worry about a sick husband and three infants."
He chuckled at her as she plucked them all one by one from him and sat them back down in the play pen much to their babbling protests. He didn't fight it. She was right as usual. He should go dry off. If he got sick, then he'd be no use to anyone. But he did want to do one thing before he left. She paused as he gently grabbed her hand and brought it to press it against his cheek with a soft purr from his throat.
"I missed you so much. Your touch..I forgot how soft and warm you are. And I can't ever forget about how beautiful you are too....Y/n, I'm sorry I took so long on my last trip."
You blinked before sighing and finally smiling. "It's alright. I'm just happy you're home safe and sound. How did it go?"
He groaned."I had to stop so many men from taking unwilling brides. I swear I hate January."
"Well I'm sure all those girls appreciated it." He froze as she leaned forward and a soft kiss was placed on his mouth before she pulled away just as quickly. "Now go clean up. You're probably hungry and I can't wait to spend time with my husband."
A caress to his frozen cheek had him blushing a deep red and sent a shiver down his spine from the effect she had on himself. But he smiled nonetheless. Because this was his family. His happiness. His world. Precious to him. To love and cherish. And he'll ensure everything is safe. And loved.
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pairing: reiner x black!fem reader
word count: 5.1k
content: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading language, size kink, backshots, m!penetration, creampie, breeding kink
Merry Belated Christmas everyone!! Hope everyone has had a sliver of something nice this holiday season — If not yet, then let this fic be it! This piece is part of the Hey! You! Rent is Due! series that I’m currently writing on AO3. You can definitely read this without reading any of the prior stories but if you want more of these two shenanigans, you can read the stuff over there (and advisably after the 1st fic but before the 2nd!!). Enjoy 🫶🏾
Christmas was a rather difficult time for Reiner.
Having always spent them with just him and Karina dwindled the experience over the years and turned the holiday sour for him.
Not like Karina didn’t attempt to make them special; she absolutely tried her best to make young Reiner the warmest meals and bow the cutest few presents — but the Christmas’ he watched on TV and heard from his friends just didn’t match up with the ones he lived, hence the mild distaste towards it.
However, now that he was currently infatuated with you and had you as the every figment of his daydream thoughts, Christmas was sounding like a better concept than it did most years.
“You doing anything over the Christmas period?”
Reiner was currently posted up within your small kitchenette, the small of his back pressed against the countertop as he watched you cook — half an orange segment occupying his hands.
“Not really.” You neutrally answered.
“How come?”
Taking in a deep breath, you continued to season the food. You shook a shake of cardamom into the pan before answering the man.
“I’d normally spend it with my folks but the family all live kinda far out and scattered everywhere. Plus even if they were to fly in, most flights get cancelled this time of the year anyway so it probably won’t be possible.” You said, your focus still occupied on sautéing food.
The blonde popped an orange piece into his mouth but moved off the counter to stand behind you.
“So you’ll be spending it alone?”
You shrugged before briefly glancing up at him.
“I guess so, yeah.”
Reiner hummed in thought.
Even he, who wasn’t the biggest Christmas fan, felt a twinge in his heart at the fact that you were going to spend it alone. He definitely knows how holidays can bring about a cloud of lonely melancholy and so he really did feel compelled at your circumstance.
Reiner placed a singular orange slice in front of your mouth and so you took the initiative to lean forwards and receive the fruit from his hand. Reiner then put the last few in his own mouth before snaking his arms around your waist. As soon as he stood over you, a heavy whaft of steam from the food softly billowed over his face.
“I would really like to spend Christmas with you. If family was visiting at least then my mother would be distracted enough for me to slip out.”
Swallowing the orange in your mouth and then shaking your head, you made a noise of alarmed surprise.
“Nope. Don’t even think about that. As much as I’d love to see you, it’d be too risky.”
“But you won’t be spending it with anyone.” He said a lot more softly.
You could only pout at how Reiner’s concern touched your heart. Even without the two of you being in a relationship, he still held you in high consideration and treated you well.
“I know, and I’m grateful that you’re thinking about me but there’s nothing we can do about it, Rei. It’s not like I could come see you or you me. It’s just how things have turned out this year.”
The man didn’t say much else. You can tell he was pondering your thoughts but the last thing you wanted him to feel for you was sympathy. Slightly leaning into him, you pressed your head against the expanse of his chest.
You didn’t want him thinking about this too hard.
“It’s fine Rei, really. It won’t be too bad. I can finally just have a relaxing day to myself. Make myself a mini roast, call a few friends and family or maybe even watch a service online, we’ll see.”
Even if he didn’t agree with the outcome, you raised a valid point. It’s not like he could invite you round to his; Karina was still in the unknown about the two of you's ‘relationship’ and Christmas was probably not the best time to reveal to his mother that he was fucking her tenant.
He could try sneaking out and pay you a quick visit but that’d mean leaving his mother alone for a while and the last thing he’d want her to feel is abandonment on Christmas.
The only thing Reiner could think to do was buy you a gift — Which is practically a no brainer concerning that’s all he ever seems to know how to do when it comes to pleasing you. Still, the man understands the magic of Christmas is usually accounted for on the day itself so if he intended to do this somewhat right then he needed to think of something innovative.
Bending down to kiss the smooth skin of one of your exposed shoulders, Reiner rubbed his hand down your arm as he echoed your last statement.
“Yeah…I guess we will see.”
Christmas day rolled around and as predicted, nothing too fancy happened for you.
You got dressed into your favourite jumper and pleated skirt, video called a few family and friends, had your mini version of a Christmas dinner and even sat through an hour of an online Christmas service. You’d made what you could out of the day and you were okay with that. Nothing too exciting.
That was, until it had just gone past six and you had an unexpected knock at your door.
Opening up, you were met with absolutely the last faces you thought you’d see today.
“Merry Christmas!”
“Me—Merry…Christmas? Wait, Karina, what are you doing here?”
There in your doorway stood none other than your landlord Karina, and behind her, her son Reiner. The two stood there with wide smiling faces.
“Oh, me and Reiner just took a gamble and thought we’d pay you a visit for the holidays. Didn’t want you spending it alone or anything if that was the case so we popped round! Sorry for not notifying you beforehand.”
You watched as the woman invited herself in, her son lagging behind her. You quickly glanced backwards at Karina before turning round to face Reiner who was still standing in the doorway.
You mouthed ‘what are you doing here?!’ in mild panic but the blonde only chuckled as he handed you a small cheap bag.
“Merry Christmas to you too! I hope Christmas day isn’t too bad of a time to check up on that leaky pipe you emailed me about?” He said in a much louder but warning tone.
You furrowed your eyebrows.
A leaky pipe was definitely not an issue you mentioned to the man. Especially since he’d already come round for the ‘bathroom maintenance’ he forgot last time. But per his blown eyes and strained expression, you started to understand what was going on.
Reiner must have used the excuse of a maintenance job to pay you a visit without making it suspicious. That must have been the only way he could think of how to come and see you on Christmas without it looking suspicious.
With an air of amusement, you took the bag from him, your smile coy.
“Thank you so much for the gift. If I had known you were coming, I would have brought you something too.”
Slightly opening the gift bag, you could make out a card and a small bag of chocolate. A standard and inauspicious gift for a landowner to give to their tenant — Definitely not Reiner’s style.
It was almost as if the man knew the very thing you were thinking regarding he slightly bent himself down to your height to whisper in your ear.
“This is from the both of us. You’re getting your real present from me in a bit.” Reiner quickly pecked your lips with a sweet kiss, a small squeal leaving your mouth at his boldness.
As he pulled away and walked further inside, Karina turned around, just about missing your risky displays of affection with a face displaying mild concern.
“Reiner told me you had a leaky pipe in the bathroom? I know it may seem a bit strange but we thought we might at least come round and fix it today, seeing as it’s Christmas and all. I really do hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience.”
Shaking your head, you dispelled her concerns.
“No, no, not at all, Karina. In fact I’m grateful you thought of me at such a time. Is Christmas usually busy for you?” You tried to make small talk as you proceeded to shut the door behind you and placed the gift down on the small table near the entrance.
Karina gave you a complicated look.
“Rarely ever. Unless family are in town it’s usually just me and Rei so I guess it’s nice we get to see another face.”
With a polite smile, you had the intention to answer but before you could, Reiner spoke up.
“Okay, I’m gonna go check on that plumping work.”
There was a hurried edge to the man’s voice, a sense of desperate urgency as he gravitated towards your bedroom door.
Both you and Karina looked towards Reiner, unsure of what he was rushing for but you didn’t have to wonder for long concerning he raised his eyebrows at you. You however didn’t miss the slight smile on his face.
“Could you show me where the problem is?” He reiterated in your direction.
It took a few seconds for you to realise what he was hinting at but once the penny dropped, your face lit up.
“Yes! The leaky pipe! Sure, sure.”
You took a few steps in the direction of your bedroom but stopped mid way. Remembering you had more than just one guest, you looked back towards your landlord. You smiled sweetly at the blonde woman who was currently seated on your couch.
“Karina. Please, make yourself comfortable. We won’t be long!” You mused.
Like you had to tell her. Karina was already enamoured with the Christmas special that was being played on the TV to pay you much attention.
“Sure, dearest.” She absentely said, her concentration fixed to the screen.
As you turned back to the direction of your room, you realised that the door was now wide open but Reiner was nowhere in sight. Assuming he had already invited himself into your ensuite, you walked into your room unaware.
However, before you could even step properly into the room, your bedroom door had shut behind you and a pair of large yet familiar hands tied themselves around your waists.
With a gleeful smile, you turned around within Reiner’s arms, your first port-of-call being to finally get your full kiss from the man.
“Hey.”
Reiner mumbled into the kiss as he lightly pushed your body against the wall. There was no delay in affection as he kissed you back with just as much vigour.
“Hey.” You muffled back.
“Missed you.”
“Saw me two days ago.”
“Still wan’ad to come.”
“Didn’t have to.” You mewled hungrily into the kiss.
“But I wanted to.” He retorted.
Your arms reached upwards to cling around the blonde’s neck as his hands came down to hook underneath your ass and lift one of your legs around his hip.
“I really wanted to see you. So, so bad.” He muttered into your lips but more to himself.
A hum left your throat to show you understood.
Reiner’s intentions with you were no secret as you could feel the hard pressing of his dick print against your legs. However, this was such an awkward time to do anything inherently sexual, especially concerning it wasn’t just you two in the apartment.
Momentarily gaining a period of common sense, you caressed the short hairs on the back of Reiner’s neck before voicing your distress.
“Reiner, we can’t. Your mother is literally next door and the walls in here aren’t the thickest.” You shortly inhaled as the man began to eagerly kiss some of the sensitive skin of your neck.
Reiner’s hands raised underneath your skirt as he fondled the fat of your ass. Giving it a squeeze, he simultaneously took a deep breath, clearly enjoying the scented perfume you had used previously that morning.
“Well you’re just gonna have to keep it down, aren’t you?” He eventually replied back.
A scandalous gasp left your throat as Reiner’s hands slid downwards and squeezed at your lips through your underwear.
“I-I don’t know if I can do that.” You struggled to say as you rolled your head against your bedroom wall.
Even though you wanted to be the voice of reason, Reiner’s eagerness for you was more convincing. As the blonde slipped the cotton of your panties to the side, he lightly delved his fingers past your pussy lips and fondled with the gathering slick. At the cool touch, your eyes flickered out of sync. After only a handful of encounters, he was already becoming well versed in knowing what actions turned you on the easiest.
“C’mon. Promise me.” He cooed.
A struggling breath of hot air left your mouth. You kept your hand on Reiner’s head to keep his face within the crook of your neck. You didn’t want him to see how blissed out you already were.
“Rei…” You breathed. The man made a throaty sound in initial reply.
“I said, promise me.”
You heard him, loud and clear, but the sensation of Reiner lightly exploring his fingers within the warm flesh of your pussy, and the glittering brushes over your clit just felt too good. How could you promise him silence when you could already feel your throat wanting to open up with wanton joy?!
Still, Reiner was adamant you made that adjustment and you only realised that once he paused the movements he was kneading into your cunt. On instinct, you tried to rub yourself down onto the man’s fingers.
“Nu uh, Not until you promise me, baby. You’ve got to promise that you’ll keep it down.”
“But Reiner…”
You didn’t even get to finish your plea. Reiner tutted as he pulled his hand away from your cunt whilst simultaneously pulling his head up to give you a stern look.
This was just ridiculous! Wasn’t it him who couldn’t stay away from you in the first place? So desperate that he risked bringing his mother, your landlord, to his sneaky link with him?! Why was he now apprehending you from what you rightfully deserved?
With a whine and a flung back head against the wall, you had no choice but to give in.
“Okay! Okay, I promise!” You hissed.
“Good girl.”
Reiner didn’t bring his fingers back towards your already dribbling pussy. Instead, he brought them up towards his own lips and suckled on his glistening fingers, his eyes not leaving yours.
You felt a heat pool to your lower regions as a second heartbeat developed.
For such a serious looking man, Reiner definitely knew how to work his way around that physical presumption. However, looking past his stoic expression, you could tell that even he was desperate to get a taste of you.
Every mask eventually cracked.
With a striking boldness, you removed Reiner’s fingers from his mouth, a slick line of saliva connecting the two before you erased it with your own lips and kissed him. This time you did so without apprehension and ground yourself forward into him and Reiner’s hand firmly gripped your leg around his waist again but not without pouring a hungry growl into you first.
“I need to be inside of you.”
Everything was always messy with the two of you. You’ve only fucked four times before now but one thing you both discovered is that there was barely any room for subtlety.
“Then fuck me, Reiner.” Your hand came down to cup at the growing length within his jeans. “Like honestly, just do it already.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Letting go of you, Reiner turned you around before splaying his large hand over the expanse of your jumper and bending you over. There was no time wasted as he lifted the bottom of your skirt upwards and then shucked down your damp panties, letting the material pool by your inner knees.
Automatically your hands splayed out in front of you as you leaned them onto the wall to support yourself, your cheek squishing against the surface. Even from where you were, you could hear the jingles and words that played from the TV in the living room.
You couldn’t help but wander how much Karina could hear from her position.
The shuckling of Reiner’s belt clanked from behind you.
“You want me to prep or should you?” He asked.
“Already done.”
There was a hesitation in Reiner’s actions as he gave you a perplexed look. Him visiting you today was clearly a surprise to you and not one he’d previously hinted at. And Reiner himself was a man who always liked to be prepared, but even this was beyond his skill set.
Slightly turning your head round, you questioned the hold up with a face of confusion.
“You’re saying you’ve already prepped yourself?” Reiner reiterated.
“Yeah.”
Reiner blinked thrice at your reply, his face seemingly blank but you had come to realise that that specific face was one of immense and thorough thinking.
With a seductive laugh, you reached your hand over your ass to innocuously gape open your pussy with only two your fingers, displaying the inner pretty pink flesh for Reiner to see in all its glory.
“Why you so surprised, Reiner? What, you never had a bit of a Christmas jerk before? Played with any toys on the day of new gifts?”
Like the attraction to a siren call, Reiner found himself plunging two fingers inside of your second heart before he even realised what was doing. A guttural moan slipped from your mouth but you quickly had to shut it due to the promise you made to Reiner and the company on the other side of the wall.
“Fuck.” The blonde whispered as his fingers etched out the expanded blueprint of your walls.
You couldn’t help but to continue looking back at him with doey eyes. Even though your neck was starting to crane, the drunk look on Reiner’s face was all the more worth it.
As the blonde bent his fingers upwards and pulled his fingers out, he brought forwards your natural nectar, the gel like honey once again staining his hands.
“Oh, look at this perfect pussy of yours.” He said in a hush voice. “Already dribbling and crying for my cock to do some real damage to it, huh?”
And you knew he wasn’t lying because you could feel the slight press of his naked dick caress against your ass — He was stiffening by the second! It was clear Reiner wasn’t going to go easy on you just because his mother was in the other room. You eagerly pressed backwards into him as a desperate high-pitched whine left your throat but the man initially resisted.
“Hold on. Patience.” He said. “God, you’re such a needy whore…”
The curse left his mouth as he purposely brushed his dick over the slit of your cunt. The juicy nature of it made it easy for his helmet to slot pass the crevice, your hole already trying to suck him in.
“Please, Rei. I need you. Really need you to fill my whore pussy up.” You mumbled, finally letting your head turn and cheek naturally flatten against the wall.
A hubristic hum left the blonde's throat. You could tell this scenario was all going to his head but you didn’t mind. As long as it meant you’d get a better fuck outta him, you didn’t mind.
“I guess I could grant you at least one Christmas wish.” He chided.
With ease, Reiner’s large hands came to split your ass cheeks apart, giving himself better access to your glistening pussy lips as he dutifully plunged his dick into you. It was evident the crunchy moan leaving his mouth at the introduction to your warmness was genuine.
In mirror to him, a fluttering gasp spilled from your mouth but you instantly had to hold a hand over it to cover up the sound. You could already tell that the both of you were going to have an issue with keeping the noise down.
But God, even with the amount of self stretching you had done earlier, nothing prepared you for the girthy taunt that Reiner’s big cock made as he sunk into you. It expanded you, pushed your limits. Yet, you took it like a champ and allowed him to split you open — your pussy swallowing him whole.
As testament to how well you were accustomed to him, Reiner found it easy to calculate his pace and slowly pump himself in and out of your pussy.
The sight of his length when he first pulled out of you almost melted his brain. The way your insides had already wet his girth after one plunge was insane! His dick, slick with one encounter of your honeyed cum, was drenched.
“God, I missed this pussy so much.”
He breathed as he took a hold of your hips and started to fasten the pace at which he pumped into you.
If you were in a better mindset you would have cheekily reminded him how it hadn’t even been 48 hours since he last had you, but you couldn’t because you were currently squished up against the wall, your lips slack as you gurgled out inconsolable words of delight.
Due to the force of his actions, Reiner had to keep raising your skirt over the small of your back as it kept falling down over your ass. In the end, he bunched up the cloth in his hand and held it against your back which ultimately messed up the pleats. Not like he cared — all it did was give him a better view of where the two of you connected.
“Shit, if only you could see how well you were taking me. Saw how your slutty pussy easily eats my dick. Best Christmas gift I could ever receive.”
Reiner’s skin started to pat against your ass within a steady rhythm which caused light slapping sounds to play throughout the room. All you could do was let out small puffs of air, some of them accidentally coming out as kitten-like mewls.
At that, Reiner grunted disapprovingly.
“You know I usually love to hear you but remember the promise you made me, right? How we haven’t got the apartment all to ourselves at the moment?”
You attempted to nod but the movement seemed miscellaneous in comparison to the thrusts Reiner was bumping into you.
Like you could even say anything in reply — the sensations dancing throughout your body were too great to fight against. All you could do was bite your bottom lip to try and stop yourself from letting out too much.
If you didn’t know the blonde any better, you’d think this situation was turning him on.
“Fuuuuck, fuck fuck.”
All you could do was whine into the plaster wall, your hand coming up to permanently mask over your mouth as your moans were growing too great.
“Mhm. Keep quiet for me, baby. You don’t wanna get caught. That’s the last thing we want, huh.” He panted.
By now Reiner was slamming himself into you, his grip on your waist firm as he flung his own head backwards in pleasure.
Everything was so loud. Reiner’s low moans, the slapping of your skin and even your body mutedly banged into the wall. There was no way Karina was sitting just over 8 feet away and wasn’t aware of what was going on — No chance! Nothing about what the both of you were doing was discreet but there was a small part of you that didn’t care.
Maybe, just maybe, getting caught wasn’t so bad.
Even when you thought it couldn't get any better, Reiner had slightly altered his angle and suddenly your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.
“Fuck, yes! Righ’ there, Rei. Righ there, righ’ there, righ’ thereeeee.”
The way Reiner was hitting that gooey spot right inside of you with perfect precision was ludicrous. That thick cock of his just kept brushing over it again and again and again and again!
“Ah, shit, baby. I’m close.” He mumbled.
Reiner’s strokes were so deliciously firm. He knew what he was doing as he chose to dig you out like this, your inner walls clenching around his girth.
You hadn’t even time to register his impending release as your strength was too fucked to even hold yourself up as your body began to slide down the wall.
As one of his arms came from underneath you to hold you up via your stomach, Reiner leaned forwards so that he could whisper his next words into your ear, his hips continuing to piston into your weeping hole.
“Lemme give you…another Christmas gift, yeah? Lemme give you the gift of my seed. I’ll — fuck — I’ll pour my seed inside of you and…and fill up that empty womb of yours.”
By now you were merely reduced to a whimpering mess. There was no point trying to cover your mouth since you barely had any control over your body.
“Pleaaase…pleaaase.” Was all you could muster out.
Reiner pumped a few more strokes into you, his pants heavy as he was still bent over your back, before his hips stuttered still. You felt the hot cumshots splurge your insides before you mentally realised Reiner had orgasmed.
As the semen vandalised your insides, a creamy moan left your mouth as you could feel your womb being filled up. Pump after the pump, Reiner emptied his load into your stomach, the feeling so addictive as you could only dream yourself being stuffed more.
Reiner on the other hand could only let his eyes roll as he leaked his white cum into your baby pink cunt.
The both of you struggled to stay on your feet as you were so blacked out within your sexual bliss. With knees nearly buckling and heavy pants exchanging, you had both briefly forgotten that you weren’t home alone.
“You okay?” Reiner asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
Briskly wiping your mouth and chin with the side of your hand, you nodded.
“Yeah…yeah, I’m good.”
The feeling of Reiner pulling out was never your favourite thing to experience. Not only because the absence of his warmth was felt but more so because the gaping feeling his girth left was detrimental.
A sharp ‘fuck’ left your mouth once Reiner had pulled out with a plop. He however found your reaction amusing.
As you finally stood yourself up, you hadn’t even time to stretch out your back before you were spun around and pulled into a kiss. At first, you were uptight about the impromptu display of affection, but you couldn’t be displeased for long. It was safe to say you kissed Reiner back just as willingly.
“Merry Christmas.” He mumbled into your kiss. It was almost mesmerising how you could still taste yourself on him, the wet muscle of his mouth addicting.
“Merry Christmas to you too, asshole.” You chided back, unable to stop yourself from smiling into the kiss as you felt Reiner’s hand reach down beneath your skirt and languidly attempt to scoop his leaking cum back inside of you.
The exchange between the both of you would have gone on for longer but unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door.
Both you and Reiner froze, unsure whether you heard right. Exchanging looks, you both started to move away from each other in fear of being caught. It looks like you had let your guard down for too long as already, the door handle was pushing downwards.
You both gasped in shock, muted swears flying out of your mouths as you tried to pull yourselves together. As Reiner buckled up his jeans and you pulled your panties over your leaking cum-filled cunt, Karina entered the room.
Peeping her head around the door with concern, the woman looked between the both of you.
“Everything alright? It sounded tricky in here.”
You felt your blood run cold.
Did she know?!
To cover up your anxiety, you sweetly smiled at your landlord as you sat yourself down on your bed and squeezed your legs together — trying your best to stop the drizzling of Reiner’s cum down your legs.
Unsure of how to answer, you looked towards her son. Luckily, the blonde man spoke up in the defence of you both.
“Everything’s totally fine, Ma. Apparently the piping was situated around the walls of the bedroom too so I had to sort that out. Was a bit tough but we got there in the end. Might as well have been a Christmas miracle.”
Seeing Reiner’s open expression, the lady invited herself more inside of your room.
“Oh, well isn’t that wonderful?!” Karina clasped her hands together as her expression illuminated.
You thought she would at least end the conversation there but she had instead turned to direct a question towards you.
“By the way, I forgot to ask. How’s the job search going?! Your payments are all coming in okay so I’m assuming you’ve been able to find work?”
You heard Reiner clear his throat.
“Ah, the job search, yes.” You briefly glanced in the blonde man’s direction, your legs clamping even tighter.
That was another thing you were currently keeping from Karina. Not only were you and her son newly acquainted fuckbuddies, but Reiner has ever so kindly decided to pay your rent in the time being.
He doesn’t even know why he ended up agreeing to it, but something about you made Reiner feel the need to offer the helping hand.
“The redundancy from my old place was really generous so I’m good for a while but I still haven’t been able to find anything yet.” You lied, your skin feeling itchy with sweat.
Karina gave an understanding nod.
“That sounds plausible but hopefully you find a new occupation soon. You’re a smart girl, you should be able to get somewhere. Or maybe a sugar daddy — either one.”
Your face made an exclamatory expression at her words. Not having expected her to say that you could only hide your mouth behind your hand.
Reiner on the other hand gave a verbal chide, his cheeks reddening.
“I—Ma!”
“What? I’m only being honest. This is girl stuff. She knows what I’m talking about.”
Karina gave you a light hearted wink, as if to be conveying a secret girl code that Reiner wasn’t in the know about, but all you could do was awkwardly laugh back as you fidgeted on top of your duvet — Reiner’s cum now staining your panties.
My, oh my. If only your landlord knew.
#reiner headcanons#reiner aot#reiner braun#reiner x reader#reiner fanfic#reiner x y/n#reiner x black reader#reiner
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Obey Me! Boys as Baristas in a coffee shop
I myself am a barista and so I feel qualified enough to make assumptions :P Enjoy
(includes foul language lol)
Lucifer
- The opening manager
- Clean freak
- Always has a rag tucked into the pocket of his apron
- Arrives fifteen minutes early every morning and complains about it
- Keeps everyone on task during rushes
- Will passive aggressively argue with customers
"I want a medium cappuccino. Don't make it a latte. I don't want milk to the top, I want about two inches of foam."
"Ma'am, please do not speak to me like I don't know what I'm doing. I'm aware of what a cappuccino is and how to make it. Unless you'd like to come behind the counter and make it yourself?"
- Will snap at his crew when he's stressed and apologize for it later
- Freaks out when nothing is stocked
Mammon
- Strictly an order taker on most days
- Can not remember recipes to save his life
- Constantly gets into these long, drawn out conversations with customers and has to be reeled back in
- Honestly great at customer service, but totally fake
"Bye, guys! Have a good one!" *Turns around* "Holy shit they were fucking annoying."
- Has a crush on every good-looking person that comes in
- Pretty good at memorizing regular customer orders and tries to have their order saved into the POS system before they arrive
- LOVES making pup cups. He considers it the best part of his job. Will argue with Satan over who gets to hand it out
- Always gets stuck mopping the floors because no one else wants to do it
- Will straight up eat espresso beans
Levi
- Actually a very good barista
- Memorizes recipes and measurements really fast
- Can be seen carrying multiple drinks in his arms during a rush
"I've got the entire first and second tickets, so don't worry about those."
- So bad at customer service. So awkward. Not allowed to take orders unless he knows the person
- Will start dancing on the line when he thinks he's alone. Runs to the back and hides when he realizes a customer was standing at the counter watching him
- Eats a single croissant on his break
- Puts 6 shots of espresso in his drink every day. Lucifer is deeply considering cutting him off
- Won't take a bathroom break until it's an emergency
Satan
- The baker
- Usually opens with Lucifer to catch up on baking. He hates this and ignores Lucifer the whole morning
- Loves to decorate cupcakes and sugar cookies for the holidays/seasons. Always gets compliments on them
- Him and Asmodeus always come up with the specialty drinks every month
- Fights with Diavolo every day about making the coffee shop a cat cafe instead
- Would rather make food orders than coffee orders
- Gets stuck prepping everything
- In charge of inventory orders. Won't even ask anyone to help him because he doesn't trust them to do it right
- Gets so frustrated during rushes
- Will slam things until he's forced to step outside to take a breather
- Will argue with customers if they catch him on a bad day
"Jeez, seven dollars for a latte? Are you kidding me?"
"Well, yeah, it's a dollar-fifty up-charger for oat milk."
"That seems ridiculous!"
"Listen, I don't make the prices, lady, now are you going to give me your money or not?"
Asmodeus
- Employee of the month
- Literally so good at customer service
- Everyone loves working with him because he's constantly getting tipped
- Addresses regulars by name and compliments them
"Liz, did you change your hair? It looks so good!"
*Gasps* "I love your nails! Where do you get them done?"
"Good morning, Ron, are we just doing your small French roast today?"
- Is also confident in his ability to take orders
"Wow, I really am just a delight to talk to."
- Always leaves milk on the counter or forgets to close the fridges after making something
- Keeps forgetting to empty the espresso pucks after pulling. Pisses off Levi to no end
- Likes making cold drinks over hot drinks
- Doesn't even like coffee. Drinks chai lattes almost exclusively
- Flirts with customers
- Refuses to count registers
"Nah, I'm too cute for math 😊"
Beel
- Closing shift manager
- Keeps getting in trouble for sneaking bites of food between orders
Lucifer: "Beel, you cannot keep eating pickles out of the container when you're not wearing gloves that's cross contamination."
"Try and stop me."
- Every customer's barista crush. He's completely clueless to all advances
- gets hangry and snaps at his coworkers
- eats some pasta salad and is perfectly fine afterwards
- Closing shift always calls on him for customer complaints because he's such a large individual and can be really intimidating
- Will procrastinate the closing list all day and haul ass for the entire last hour to get it done on time
- Holds a lot of grudges against his coworkers but doesn't say anything to avoid conflict
- Will be fine all day but blows up at the slightest inconvenience
- Likes to take the trash out so he can decompress in peace behind the dumpsters
Belphie
- Hates his job
- Only works there because Beel convinced him to apply
- So clumsy
- Always spills drinks
- Won't argue with customers but glares at them from across the counter
- Counts registers at the end of the night
- Complains about everything
- Wants to start the closing list five hours before the cafe even closes
- Will purposefully mess up drinks for customers he doesn't like
"One Soy latte. You're all set." *Under his breath* "Joke's on you, bitch, that was 2%."
- Talks about putting in his two weeks every month but never actually does it
- Always forgets to write dates on items he opens
Diavolo
- The owner, obviously
- Has no idea how to do anything, so he leaves the brunt of cafe work to Lucifer and Barb
- Tried to make coffee for a customer once and forgot to put espresso in it
- Hands things out to the wrong customers, so the boys have to remake orders constantly when Diavolo's working with them
- Has to be restrained from making terrible business decisions
Diavolo: "Hey, what if we did a Bloody Mary bar on the weekends?"
Lucifer: "Not happening."
Diavolo: "Well, it's a good thing I'm the owner and can do whatever I want 😝"
Lucifer: "WE DON'T HAVE A LIQUOR LICENSE."
Diavolo: "Oh... How do you get one of those?"
- Goes on a cruise every month and leaves the cafe to be run by his employees
Barbatos
- Exhausted
- Handles all finances
- Sees a mouse one time and loses his mind
- Clean, clean, cleanCLEANCLEANCLEAN
- Quietly cries while he signs paychecks
- Has a nervous breakdown every time the health inspector stops by
- Stops Diavolo from making OSHA violations
Undateables as customers! (bonus)
Solomon
- Kind of a dick
- Leaves 50 cent tips
- Always complains that his black coffee is too cold
- Will not drink it unless it's 200+ degrees
- Always asks for a sleeve even though he's been told multiple times that it's already built into the cup
Simeon
- Gets a really complicated drink but all the baristas love him so it's okay
- Large iced dirty chai with 2 shots of espresso and oat milk, light ice
- Usually leaves a tip that's more than his drink
- Gossips with everyone that works there
- Super patient no matter how long it takes them to get his order out
- Diavolo keeps trying to give him a job, but Simeon is smart enough to kindly refuse
- Brings his work and sits in the lobby for hours
Luke
- Orders a hot chocolate (frozen or hot depending on the time of year) with whip cream and rainbow sprinkles
- One time he burned his tongue so bad that Lucifer gave him free drinks for a week
- Luke would just put the amount the drink cost into the tip jar instead because he felt bad
"You could pour hot coffee in my lap and I'd probably apologize to you."
- Asked for a job once. Mammon convinced Barb not to hire him on grounds of "he's so annoying."
#obey me!#obey me out of context#lucifer obey me#mammon obey me#levi obey me#satan obey me#asmodeus obey me#beel obey me#belphegor obey me#obey me diavolo#obey me au
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So... why do you like the narrator so much?
oh- oh bud, you've opened a can of worms here.
first, his ego. i dunno how it was accomplished, but somehow he comes off as charming more than anyone else. he boasts about how great his own work is, and instead of being repulsed or rolling my eyes (which is usually what happens when i run across egotistical characters) i am thinking to myself, 'yeah! praise your own work! you deserve it!' dude's got an ego the size of a planet, and it's hilarious.
secondly, his earnestness. he wants more than anything else, to pull of a successful story and receive adoration from an audience. if you mess around in the expo long enough he'll talk about how he has so many things he wants to show 'you' (interpretation is in the air on whether or not he's talking to stanley, or us. or both?) he wants this story of his to work so bad, and at his more tender moments (like the memory zone pre... horrors... he genuinely wants to make his audience happy. and speaking of tenderness-
third, that secret hidden side of him. now, this is open to interpretation more than anything else, but there are moments- very small and easily missable moments- that proves this guy has a heart of some kind. when he talks about being happy during the zending, him letting us into an area- THAT HE HID FROM THE DEVELOPERS!!!!!- the fucking french song about the memory zone?????? there is something honest to god tender in him that makes me go feral. i always wonder how he'd operate as a friend to someone outside the context of the parable, which is one of the focus points of the longfic of mine.
fourth, his voice. Kevan Brighting really knocked the performance out of the park, and his range is undeniable. they found a VA who can be sweet, manipulative, malicious, and snarky without overdoing it. he has the range, darling. and uh- y'know,,, i've always loved someone who can rock a nice baritone. goddamn. zoo wee, his voice is lovely, and i could listen to it all day. not everyone liked ultra deluxe for one reason or another, but i was just overjoyed to get more dialogue from him. i think there's two, maybe three hours of extra content, and oooooogh, it really filled a need.
fifth, his snark and sarcasm. i could talk at length all day about this aspect of him. he's so goddamn funny. the way he repeatedly roasts us is fantastic, and driving him off script again and again is a never ending source of entertainment for someone who tends to overreact to characters getting 'burned'. you should have seen me the first time i read pride and prejudice, there are some delicious moments of snark that i used to shout about.
sixth, he's a fucking dork with a poor understanding of humanity. from the uranium line in the demo to the guitar song when you fall out of a window, this dude is a dramatic dork, and i love him for it. this goes hand in hand with his people pleasing tendencies, and i just wanna hug him so bad.
seventh, his relatability. i write a lot, and some struggles are universal among writers. his desire for praise, his frustrations when a script doesn't go to plan, and at the end of the figurine ending, when he talks about his need for companionship and loneliness? as someone who doesn't socialize IRL that often, and who has used fictional characters as both a means of escape and as company during rough times in my life, i've never felt a click that strong with a character before. i felt like i understood him so well in that moment.
eighth, (8!) i just empathize with him so much. the poor bastard is stuck in an eternal loop, doomed by the narrative that he himself constructed. this dude desires freedom so much but can never quite have it due to the structure of his story and his own flaws of being unable to let go- (both his story and negative feedback)- he's an utterly tragic character which is why my fic focuses on giving him an actual happy ending.
anyway, there's eight reasons for you. give me a few hours and i'm sure i could come up with eight more.
someone needs to give this dude a blanket and a hot drink. he's been through too much. and truth be told, besides his overly antagonistic side which crops up in a few endings, i don't think there's a single aspect of him i don't like. i dunno man, i'm pretty soft hearted, and there are days i just want to give him a hug and say, 'you are so loved, you have no idea. you have millions of fans, and i'm one of your biggest'
he's my blorbo, my scrungly, my scrimblo, my beloved, my anchor. 10/10, best boy.
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before i head to bed—i absolutely agree. i think with max heavily involved for the rbr!driver au, lestappen would fit and then for the ferrari driver!au it strictly just charles. also a name would work perfectly to tell the difference! I sorta like Bones as a name (chosen name) but name is up for discussion! but me thinks having such an unique name would help, also because Bones sounds so like deathly and like somebody you'd associate with goth/emo group but then this happy wild card driver is bouncing around talking anybody's ear off is HYSTERICAL to me.
Also LESTAPPEN RIVALRY YES PLEAAAASE.
(imma stick with Bones for the time being as the name): Like Bones genuinely is confused when Max is so upset and pissy that she got with charles because yeah they hate each other but bones is like ‘?? we’re not fucking?? why are you so pissed???’ But Bones being a little shit i would die for. Bones just happily lets him take a picture and send it to charles and is actually excited to see the outcome because hello, two of the most popular drivers are like fighting over her. she’s allowed a bit of an inflated ego with that. she’s so happy-go-lucky, sunshine, always sweet & caring (unless charles but even still) to the public so nobody in a million years would expect her to be a little shit and sorts fueling a fire like this. especially when charles texts her asking what the fuck are those hickies on her thighs and demanding answers from max because ‘thought you guys weren’t fucking?? what changed??’ and probably making it his mission to not only get back at max but make sure bones remembers who they fucked first
and hell, to really add fuel, she’d probably wear a skirt with knee highs that are just a bit too big on her so she’s gotta have garter belts on to keep them up but part of the hickies are showing and she’s just “lalala” and maybe some people are bold enough to ask but she shrugs it off like ��nothing! don’t worry bout silly clumsy me!” but she knows max and charles knows exactly what they are.
this fire is rapidly spreading between the two and bones just somehow in the middle but also on the sidelines roasting marshmallows straight vibing because they’re secretly a little shit who likes chaos and like maybe i’ve already thought of bones history which involves a really shitty ex and this is the first time they’ve felt wanted by anybody, let alone two guys like max and charles soooo.
if you’ll allow, i can ramble bout bones history tomorrow >:) also when i get around to forcing myself to update my blog (the thought tires me out LMAO) and really flesh this out, would you be down to be tagged in the post since we’ve been rambling nonstop bout it? 👀👀-🐈⬛
omg hi sorry i didnt answer this last night i finished baking at 11 pm n passed out 🥺
im not a big fan of the nickname bones bc i have watched the show bones a million times and it makes me think of decaying bodies so .. tbh its a turn off.
u can tell me ur idea ab her histroy but i have an idea ab it too but its opposite kinda ! i kinda want her to be someone who never committed to anyone, she fully committed to racing and never dated because media already spoke so much about her love life. idk what other countries are like but i can totally imagine her being american and it’s prom season so all her friends back home are getting asked to the dance, going dress shopping, and she’s on the other side of the world in a racing championship. interviewers keep asking her if she’s sad about missing out on prom and all crossing the stage for her high school graduation, and she’s just like “well considering i’m currently first in a fight for the f3 championship, i’d certainly rather be here fighting for this trophy than a prom queen sash.” very independent and always shoots down questions about her love life and is like “i don’t hear you asking anyone else that, why are you asking me?” or completely ignoring them until someone’s like “hey they asked you a question.” she just shrugs and says, “i’ve already said i’m not going to answer questions about my personal life. ask me about the race, or the car.”
maybe was fwb with a driver from another team in the past or even a past teammate so it’s kind of a comfortable dynamic to fall into with charles and max. she loves the chaos. she def loved pitting them against each other before the whole hickey fiasco, but when she fucks max and he leaves those hickeys on her thighs, it only gets worse. i can imagine if they’re in the same hotel charles could come banging on max’s door.
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Hello, submitter for op and ratch from transformers here- I feel… indirectly involved that someone was publicly attacked over my words in the poll. I see you worked it out with them now (and I'm glad), so that means this is late, but I still wanted to express myself for additional context. I picked that particular series, even though they are friends in several versions, because their bond is shown the most often and seems to be the strongest in it. However, they could also be viewed or interpreted romantically in said series for the same reason, despite not being 'official.' Regardless, their friendship and level of care toward one another is the core focus, which I love dearly, and that is why I submitted them. I hope that is helpful, I did not intend for anyone to get roasted for shipping them.
Appreciate you sending this! I'm glad that you weren't personally hurt by what they said before they knew better.
However it's unacceptable to send "actually these characters are dating!" to a blog running friendship polls, especially when it says in multiple places not to do that, and in multiple places that this blog is a safe space for aros & that it's run by aros who don't want to see those interpretations which are so often shoved down our throats.
ANY characters can be interpreted as romantic if you choose to do that. That's not what this blog is about. You don't see me going to "best romantic pair" tournaments and going WELL ACTUALLY THEY'RE JUST FRIENDS UM YEAH THAT'S BASICALLY CANON SOOOOOO... because that's fucking rude.
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Y'all, my partner's colleague invited us (and others) to Drag Bingo this Sunday. And I'm absolutely giddy with excitement -- not just for Drag Bingo, but also because I am going to absolutely ROAST this woman.
We've long suspected that our queerness flew right over her head, but now we have irrefutable confirmation.
Colleague: "I'm so glad you guys are coming on Sunday!"
Spouse: "Yeah, we're excited about it, we've not been to a drag show before."
Colleague: "What!? How have you never been to a drag show?!"
Spouse: "I mean... We've lived in West Texas for over a decade?"
Colleague: "No, I mean, you two are such big supporters, I would have assumed you've been to one before!"
Spouse was so, so tempted to say something, but they'd had a very long day and didn't have the bandwidth. But they gleefully shared this exchange with me and when I tell you I'm gathering receipts in preparation for Sunday...!
I'm 100% sure she's going to say something to the group we're going with about us being such big supporters but not having been to a drag show before. 💯
And the minute that happens, I'm going to roast the hell out of her.
For instance:
"Colleague... You've been to our house before."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
*turns phone around to reveal photos of three different pride art pieces throughout our home that she saw and commented on*
Or this:
"Colleague, you've liked almost every Facebook post I've made in the last three years that explicitly states I'm queer. Including one from last week."
And this:
"Colleague, Spouse shows up to work every pride month with painted nails. Do most straight cis men, even if they're allies, tend to paint their nails during pride month?"
Hmmm, and this?
"Colleague, Spouse has the Safe Space certification and two very specific pride flags posted on their office door. Does anyone else in the department, even the allies, do that? ...what do you think those flags are, exactly?"
And Spouse shall join in with:
"Colleague, I exclusively refer to myself with they/them pronouns. Every email. Every conversation. I point blank told you last month I've never identified myself as a boy. When you joked I could be Sir Nitrogen I said, 'What about Dame Nitrogen?'"
And Spouse will land the fatal blow:
"Colleague.... I show up to work every single day wearing a skirt. 👀"
#A kilt is a skirt#And spouse choose the kilt so they could wear a skirt without at least some of the inevitable vitriol about it#This colleague tries very hard to be an ally but she is so. painfully. straight. and. cis.#I'm laughing about this now but there's a very real possibility that she'll insist we're straight bc we're in a 'straight' relationship#And idk if I wanna have that conversation right before drag bingo
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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day
145. The Way I Loved You
Archie and Gordon head over to the bar for fresh drinks, leaving Midge and Imogene at the table.
Imogene turns to her with a smile. “He’s wonderful, Midge,” she gushes, squeezing her hand.
Midge smiles tightly. “Yeah, he is,” she agrees, looking toward the bar where her boyfriend is leaning on the bar, chatting good-naturedly with Archie.
Gordon is wonderful. He’s kind and generous. He’s good to her. He’s looking for the exact same things Midge is...but it’s not quite right.
She finds herself missing Lenny.
Even though they were a train wreck, even though they both acted insane, she’s never loved anyone the way she loved him. She’s never felt anything as strongly as she did with Lenny. With Gordon, she just...exists.
It would break her heart if she could manage to feel anything for him.
Lenny is wild and crazy and frustrating, but the biggest mistake she’s ever made was letting him go.
“It’s not going to last,” she admits to Susie a few days later as she sits on the other side of their booth at the Stage Deli.
“What isn’t?” Her manager asks through a mouthful of roast beef sandwich.
“Gordon. My relationship. It’s...” She shrugs. “It’s not going anywhere.”
“I could’ve told you that,” Susie comments.
Midge furrows her brow. “Then why didn’t you?” She asks indignantly.
“When was the last time you took my advice about dating?” Susie retorts. “I told you your husband was an asshole, you tried to make your marriage work. I tell you not to date a comic, you fuck Lenny Bruce for months. My best bet is to keep my opinions on your love life to myself.”
“But - ”
Susie waves her hand, stopping her. “Unless somehow your vagina starts writing jokes, I have no interest in getting involved with it. My job is to get you work. My job isn’t to bash your head into a wall until you realize you’re doing something stupid in your love life.”
“But you’re my friend,” Midge whines pathetically.
“Yeah, I am,” Susie agrees. “And the best way to guarantee we stay friends is for me to say as little about your boyfriends as possible, got it?”
Midge sighs, “Fine.”
Susie takes another bite of her sandwich as Midge swirls her spoon in her soup, and she can feel the older woman’s eyes on her. “You’re still in love with Lenny Bruce, aren’t you?”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it,” Midge counters with a raised brow.
“You’re moping. You’re not funny when you mope.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Answer the question.”
Midge drops the spoon unceremoniously. “Yeah,” she admits. “I am. But what difference does it make?”
Susie shrugs. “I dunno. But maybe dating the most boring guy in America isn’t the way to get over it.”
“He’s not that boring,” Midge challenges.
“The guy has less personality than a cardboard box. He’s only famous because he’s a mildly good-looking white guy who knows how to kiss ass,” Susie grumbles. “You went from dating the best comic in the business to a slice of white bread.”
Midge huffs a sigh and leans on her elbow. “You know, if I break up with him, I’ll probably get fired,” she points out.
“Yeah, and?”
“What do you mean, and?” Midge cries.
“You’ve gotten fired before. Unless you’re gonna have a meltdown and refuse to work anywhere but a shitty strip joint, we’ll get through it,” Susie reasons as she bites a fry from her plate.
Midge feels like crying, but she manages to breathe through it. “Why are you being so nice about this?” She asks.
“You’re writing for a guy who isn’t funny - therefore you haven’t been as funny. I want you back on track,” Susie answers easily.
She smiles softly. “Thank you, Susie,” she whispers.
“Yeah, yeah. Eat your soup.”
#midgelenny#midge x lenny#midgexlenny#tmmm fanfic#marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic#otp: more important than god#jackal fics#mltswift
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could we just have some general yiga husbands fluff?
We absolutely can!
"THAT'S WHY YOU DEADASS BUILT LIKE A BAKED BEAN!"
"A baked-A BAKED BEAN?!"
Kohga was hanging out with the royal staff. Not because he liked them or anything, but because he currently had NOTHING to do right now while he was waiting for Mipha to get out of her meeting with Zelda (they were gonna do lunch, his treat). He was currently fucking around with some of the royal guards, and they thought it'd be funny to roast the SHIT out of each other. This dude deadass called him a baked bean, and honestly, most unique fucking roast he's ever had. The other guards seemed to think so, given their loud hoots and hollers. It was a mad house, a few yiga members talking shit to the guards and vise versa.
Sooga was clearly impressed by the commotion when he walked back in with his tea. Sooga took a while in there, but he knew exactly why-Sooga didn't fucking know where they kept their shit in that kitchen. That, and the staff kept hitting on his man, and given Sooga's aversion to women, it kinda meant he deserved a little slack.
"I heard you all screaming from the kitchen. What are you doing?"
Sooga sat at their table, setting down the tea for his master. These were nice cups, he might just steal these.
"Oh my god Sooga, this fucking guy- he called me a BAKED BEAN. Can you fucking believe this?"
The man took a sip of his tea, and Sooga looked at him. Suddenly, Sooga brought his blade to his throat, and that put EVERYONE on edge, forcing them to take weapon. Sooga paid them no mind, looking at Kohga for confirmation.
"Shall I kill him slowly, let him drip blood, or should I make it quick, cut his whole head off?"
"SOOGA! No! Blade DOWN!"
"He insulted you!"
"It's a ROAST session, Sooga!"
Sooga put his blade down slowly, clearly not understanding, but knowing when a command was a command.
"Roasting? There's no roasting in here, nor the kitchen."
"No no, it's like, where you make fun of each other for fun! Watch me do this guy-I maybe shaped like a baked bean, but at least I don't smell like Bokoblin ass. But I mean, you gotta get SOMETHING from your mother."
More whoops and hollers, plenty of people yelling that he wasn't shit, his own boys telling them to respect their leader. Sooga nodded in understanding.
"Ah, so just. Insults."
"Yeah! You wanna try? I mean,"
Kohga nodded towards the guy as he sipped on his tea.
"If you can handle two disses at once. I've handled my fair share of d's, but not everyone can."
The man nodded, downing his drink in one go.
"Hit me!"
Sooga hesitated, before nodding.
"Alright. If my Master wills it, so it shall be. You look as if you've lost many loved ones, due to incompetence. You reek of shame, and failure, of many regrets that you cannot take back. One day, you will face your end, and your life will flash before your eyes. You will see your mistakes. You will want them to end. But the damage, your decisions, are final."
The room went quiet. The man looked like he was going through a fucking crisis, and one of his soldiers leaned into Kohga's ear, slowly.
"He just took a piss on the vibe we just set. What the fuck was that?"
"I got it, I got it-Sooga, no, it's like, playful. Not. Not that midlife fucking crisis shit. You make fun of his looks or his mother."
"I do not know his mother."
"Shit, surprised you know ANY women."
The men behind the guards snickered, and that sort of brought the energy back. Then one of them had a unique idea.
"Hey, why not have Sooga roast Kohga? Familiar territory!"
The other's looked uncomfortable at the idea, and that's kinda fair, anyone who talked shit about him kinda. Well, let's just say he demanded respect.
"Roasted by SOOGA. Alright, I'll allow it! I wanna see what you come up with!"
Sooga. Looked. So uncomfortable. It was kinda sweet, him hesitating like this.
"Uh...I do not feel comfortable with this."
"Sooga, it'll be fun! Come on!"
"...can I just use my weapon on myself instead?"
Kohga put his hands on his hips.
"Sooga. I COMMAND you to roast me."
Sooga looked like he'd disobey, but he nodded in determination. He'd NEVER refuse a command. He took a breath, and just went for it.
"Please, know that the words I mean are in jest. They say the gods bless us all with unique attributes and blessings. You were hit by the god of fucking up on a daily basis."
Kohga wasn't gonna fucking lie, that took him out of left field, and DAMN did that cause an uproar amongst them all. Sooga wasn't liking this, but clearly he was doing his best. Kohga straightened up, ready to give it to him right back.
"Alright, alright, piece of shit- you know why I like hanging out with you? Your ugly ass makes me look good my comparison, fucking 'I'm lovin' it' looking ass hair."
Both Yiga and guards laughed at that, clearly amused as all hell. They would've continued, but some other guard walked in, letting them know the king requested them. Kohga told them goodbye as they eventually left, and as he took a sip of his tea, Sooga turned in his direction.
"Master Kohga?"
"Yeah?"
"Please don't make me roast you again. It felt...sickening."
Kohga chuckled. God, he was cute.
"Don't worry, one-time deal."
"Good. Now, do you...think I'm actually ugly? If my appearances isn't up to your standards-"
"Shut up, Sooga. You're fucking stupid, but you're not ugly at ALL,"
Kohga reached up under his chin, giving him a little bit of a scratch. Sooga melted into it, starting to put his weight into him. He was such a good boy.
"Happy?"
"Mhmm~"
"Good boy. Hey, Mipha."
Zelda and Mipha gave them an odd look, before Mipha giggled in clear amusement.
"Are we interrupting something?"
"Nah, he just needs like, a minute. Can't stop yet or he just gets clingy before bed. Zelda, you doing lunch with us, or you gonna do random princess shit?"
"I'd hate to impose."
Mipha scoffed.
"It's no trouble! I-wasn't there just a tea set here?"
"Nope-Sooga, come on, big guy, you get to hold the door open for us."
Sooga damn near bolted off the floor to get to the door, and god Kohga loved him, dumbass and all.
#asks#Kohga#Sooga#sooga did not like the roasting#he just wants to praise Kohga all day#and get chin scratches#and be told hes a good boy
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Blaine Oneshot - Some Secrets are Worth Sharing
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Reader's Relations: None of importance
Warnings: None I can think of
Other notes: 1) You’re the principal of Dalton’s daughter. 2) You’ve been pretending to be a guy for a while. 3) Sebastian is in this, but i haven’t actually watched any of the episodes where he’s in (i’m only on like season 2) so he’s prob going to be ooc, but even then he only appears for like a minute, and you’re really good friends with him. 4) (M/n) means male name (cause you’re pretending to be a guy.) 5) Kurt doesn’t like Blaine in this (Kurt is my special lil bean and I don’t wanna make him sad)
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“Can I ask you a question? Are you guys all gay?”
I let out a small chuckle at Kurt’s question, before taking a sip of the (insert drink) in front of me, as Blaine answered his question, “Uh, uh, no. I am, but no, these two have girlfriends.”
“I’m bisexual,” I spoke up, after swallowing the mouthful of (drink).
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“Seb! Come back here! I told you to stop stealing my things!”
I turned around and got out of the way just in time so I didn’t get knocked over by Sebastian running, however, (M/n) did bump into me, “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Sebastian stole my comb again and he won’t give it back, gotta run!” before he ran off chasing Sebastian again. Kurt helped me stand up and I thanked him, “Kurt, can I tell you something? I’m in love… with (M/n).”
“I’m happy for you Blaine, really! Just tell him!”
I shook my head, “I can’t.”
“Why?” Kurt asked, “It’s not like he’s straight or something.”
“It’s not that. It’s obvious he likes Sebastian, and I can tell Sebastian feels the same.”
“How do you know for certain? Because of the amount of time they hang out with each other? I’ll ask (M/n) if he likes anyone and try get him to tell me who, then you’ll have your answer.”
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“(M/n), question. Do you like Sebastian?”
“Well, yeah. Of course, I do! He’s my best friend.”
Kurt just let out a groan, “I mean romantically.”
“Oh… No, I don’t. Plus he’s gay anyway,” I replied, staring up at the clouds.
“But you’re a guy too…. Wait a minute, (M/n), are you a gi-”
“SHHHH! Fine, yes, just don’t tell anyone.”
“How though? Dalton’s an all-boys school.”
“My dad’s the principal. To be honest with you, Kurt, I got bullied at my old school because I was bisexual. I begged my dad to let me come to Dalton because of the ‘No bullying’ policy and he did immediately say no, due to Dalton being an all-boys school, but I told him that I could pretend to be a guy. I would take cutting my hair and wearing a binder over being bullied any day of the week, so my dad agreed, and I’ve been going here ever since. You and Sebastian are the only two that know I’m a girl, that’s why Sebastian keeps stealing my stuff. I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind, so please don’t tell anyone! Please, I’m begging you.”
Kurt just gave me a hug, “I promise I won’t say a word.”
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“Where is it? Where are you, you stupid binder?!” These were some of the questions that were floating around my head as I searched my room, almost turning it upside down trying to find it. I eventually gave up and growled to myself as I buttoned up my Dalton blazer, fixing my hair in the mirror, “Well, I guess I’ll have to roast today,” I told myself as I looked out the window, seeing that the sun was shining brightly. I sighed and left my room heading to my first class of the day.
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“Curse you, sun!” I growled, lying on my back, fanning myself with my hand, “Why does it have to be so hot?!”
I heard Blaine chuckling beside me, “Just take your blazer off, (M/n). We’re allowed to if it's this hot.”
“NO!” I exclaimed, swatting his hand away as he placed it on my shoulder, shocking him and Kurt, “I-I mean… I don’t want to get it dirty… So I’d rather keep it on.”
“Then just unbutton it.”
I shook my head, “No.”
“What are you hiding? (M/n), I know you’re hiding something from me… Tell me,” Blaine protested starting to poke me, knowing it got on my nerves. I rolled my eyes and mouthed to Kurt for him to help me. He smirked and just gave Blaine a nudge, pushing him into me, causing us to fall onto the grass. I felt my face heat up and I saw Blaine’s eyes widen when we realised where his hands were: on my chest.
“Y-you’re a girl?!”
I immediately pushed him off me and ran off, ignoring his shouts for me to come back, and ran back to my dorm room, shutting myself in.
A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door of my dorm room, “(M/n)... You in there?”
“Go away!” I replied, “I know you hate me or not telling you-”
“I don’t,” I heard Blaine reply from the other side, “I want to talk to you. Please?” I sighed and stood up, opening the door, and letting Blaine inside. I encouraged him to sit next to me on my bed and spoke quickly, “Yes I am a girl, my real name is (Y/n), but you can’t tell anyone else, please. I’ve been pretending to be a boy cause I persuaded my dad, who is the principal, to let me come here because I was bullied for being bisexual at my old school, so when he let me come here, I cut my hair and started wearing a binder so I’d seem more like a boy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but my father didn’t want me to tell anyone.”
“Does anyone else know?”
I nodded, “Sebastian and Kurt. Sebastian because he walked in on me getting dressed once, and I’m sure the image still hasn’t left his brain, and Kurt because when I was telling him I didn’t have romantic feelings for Sebastian, I said “Plus he’s gay anyway”, and Kurt figured it out from that that I wasn’t a boy. I pro-”
I was cut off when he took my cheek in his hand, kissing me. I was shocked due to the fact that I’d thought he liked Kurt, but wrapped my arms around him, kissing back, something I’d wanted to do for ages. When we broke off, I spoke up, “B-but I thought you were gay.”
“I thought I was too. When I realised I was in love with you, I thought I was gay, but now, at least bisexual.”
“So, even though you know I’m a girl, your feelings haven’t changed?”
Blaine nodded and I smiled, “Does that mean I can kiss you again?”
He chuckled and nodded, kissing me again.
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More oneshot…
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Compliment prompts! 30 for Reggie / anyone?
Reggie cursed as he struggled with his armload of bags as he tried to locate his key. God he hoped he hadn't locked himself out... again. It was way too late to call the super and with Luke out of town, he couldn't exactly crash there.
"Need a hand?"
Reggie turned, and there was his very attractive neighbour, Alex, taking the bags out of his hands. "Thanks so much," he said, letting his arms fall and finally regaining some feeling in them.
"Looked like you were struggling there, and I was here," Alex replied, giving Reggie a kind smile.
Reggie dug out his key and opened his door. "Lucky me," he said, taking the bags back. "Maybe tomorrow morning I can pay you back with a coffee or something?'
"Throw in a muffin and I'm there," Alex replied with a wink, making Reggie flush. "Eight?"
"Sounds good," he replied, waving at Alex as he disappeared into his own apartment.
After the groceries were put away, Reggie had a tiny freak out because he had finally talked to Alex outside of 'Good morning', and 'hold the elevator please' and had the gumption to ask him for coffee? Sure he hadn't made it explicit that he had intended it as a potential date, but still!
He finally managed to calm himself down enough to sleep, but was up before his alarm to shower, mildly panic over an outfit before selecting his tried and true flannel and bounced on his toes until the clock ticked over to eight.
Reggie was sure he failed at looking casual as he stepped out into the hall and saw Alex leaned against his door. "H-hi."
"Coffee?" Alex asked, nodding his head towards the elevator.
"S-sure," Reggie replied before taking a calming breath. "I was thinking Jitters?"
"Oooh, they do a mean Columbian dark roast," Alex said with a grin. "Plus their lemon poppy seed are to die for."
"I prefer the blueberry burst ones myself," Reggie admitted. "But I am more than happy to buy you whatever muffin you want. Just means you don't have to share."
"Well that's lucky for you," Alex said as they stepped into the sunlight. "Because I don't usually tend to share food anyways."
The walk to Jitters was short, and thankfully the line wasn't atrociously long, but the two of them used the wait to get to know one another. Alex was working data entry at a local insurance firm by the day and did some choreography for a local theatre on evenings and weekends.
"Just for now," he said. "Next season I'll be there full time, can leave the cubicle behind."
"I've seen a show or two there, always said the dancing was amazing," Reggie said. "Pretty cool that it was you behind it all."
"What about you?" Alex asked they sat at a nearby table with their drinks and muffins. He had almost not let Reggie pay for him, but he had insisted, so Alex had relented and promised Reggie he'd get it next time. Reggie tried not to beam at the prospect of a next time.
"I teach math at Los Feliz Intermediate," Reggie replied. "And run the marching band during football season."
"Man I thought I was tough handling all those dancers," Alex said with a whistle. "I could never handle tweens. You're a stronger man than I."
Reggie shrugged. "I like it. I had some really good teachers growing up who helped me in more ways than just ensuring I passed. I wanted to be that for some kid now."
Alex rested his face on his hands, looking at Reggie with admiration and a tiny trace of pink highlighting his cheekbones. "That's... wow. Good on you Reg."
"Thanks," Reggie ducked his head as if that would hide how flaming his face now was. It did however highlight the time. "Shoot, I do have to take off soon. Class starts soon."
"Really?" Alex looked at his watch. "Yeah I gotta head in soon too. I guess what they say about time flying is true. But maybe... we could do this again? Or get lunch some day?"
"Or maybe dinner and a movie?" Reggie proposed in a fit of boldness. "The El Dorado is showing Empire Strikes Back Friday night and there's a cute little sushi place not too far from there."
"Star Wars?" Alex asked. "you're lucky you said Empire. I don't mess with those awful prequels. The sequels are a bit more hit and miss. But I love the original trilogy."
"Lucky me," Reggie said, the two of them emerging into the morning light. "See you later?" Alex grinned and nodded, then leaned in, pressing a tiny kiss to the corner of Reggie's mouth before taking off. Reggie was sure he was bright red, touching the spot gently before he looked at the time, swearing as he ran off towards work.
The movie was wonderful, as always, the meal lovely. But in Reggie's mind, neither compared to the fiery kisses he and Alex exchanged as they said goodnight against his door Friday night. "You wanna come in?" Reggie panted as Alex nipped his plush bottom lip.
"Very much," Alex replied, crowding in closer, sliding his hand into Reggie's pocket and pulling his key out. "C'mon Reginald."
"I'm so lucky right now," Reggie said as the door gave way behind him.
"Just wait," Alex promised, pulling him in, the door slamming as he pushed Reggie back into it.
Later, sated and curled around each other, Reggie whispered into Alex's chest, "I'm very lucky to know you."
"Feeling's mutual," Alex murmured. "As long as you don't mind being the little spoon."
"Love it," Reggie said, nuzzling his nose into the tendon of Alex's neck.
"Mmm, lucky me," Alex said, pulling him up for a kiss. Reggie wasn't going to argue, but he was sure that he was the lucky one.
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15 OC questions! You already know who it is. tagged by @helltrait.
Are you named after anyone?
Simone: not that i know of?
Deven: who knows.
When was the last time you cried?
Simone: xavi’s birthday! i don’t know what i’ma do with a highschooler.
Deven: when malik was born. watchin’ your wife get cut open is some wild shit.
Simone: he cried at all of our kids’ births, the c-section won’t it.
Do you have kids?
Simone: oh lord.
Deven: three! xavier starts high school in the spring, we talked about him joining the football team but he can’t decide between that and computer team. we told him he had to pick one. at least this season, so he doesn’t get overwhelmed. lil mama’s in elementary, and we’re working on bike riding. she just lost her first tooth! and she starts piano lessons soon. man man’s still a baby, so he mostly runs ‘round behind xavi and lauryn tryin to do what they do. but he’s potty trained! so we’re done with diapers.
Simone: ...baby did you breathe that whole time?
Deven: is this just gon’ be you roasting me all day?
Do you use sarcasm?
Deven: nah, i’m straight up. say what i mean.
Simone: i used to, but kids don’t understand it so i had to stop myself before i got in trouble.
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Simone: the first thing they notice about me. i guess it’s leftover from being in school and everyone looking at you funny all the time.
Deven: their vibe. is that a cop out? but i try to feel people out quick, because i know what i don’t like. people who stay looking over their shoulder? or who can’t handle their anger? i don’t fuck with that.
What’s your eye colour?
Deven: brown. she’s not answering this one.
Simone: baby, i can answer it, it’s alright. my eyes are blue. naturally.
Scary movies or happy endings?
Simone: scary movies.
Deven: i like when she watches scary movies, because she’s scary as hell.
Simone: uh uh!
Deven: but i prefer happy movies.
Any special talents?
Deven: hehe-
Simone: no!
Deven: okay okay, okay. i can lay down a track like nobody’s business and i build a hell of a treehouse. and she does this thi-
Simone: deven! i’m a good cook. and i can do a handstand 6 months pregnant.
Deven: yeah, that’s what i was gonna say. what did you think i was gonna say?
Where were you born?
Simone: portsim.
Deven: both of us.
What are your hobbies?
Simone: what are those? no, i love yoga, running and cooking. video games too.
Deven: video games, like she said. when the muse is really there, i like making music - but only when it flows. forcing it isn’t fun. it’s the same with coding. when it flows? it’s fun as hell.
Have you got any pets?
Deven: just one - our rottie, fiona.
What sports do you play/have played?
Simone: i ran track in high school.
Deven: besides a pickup game here and there, or football in someone’s backyard? nothin.
How tall are you?
Simone: 5′6″.
Deven: 6′1″.
Favourite subject in school?
Simone: math!
Deven: ‘cause she’s a weirdo. i liked music and science.
Simone: weirdo that couch tonight, how about that?
Dream job?
Simone: i really thought for a long time that i was gonna be his manager. but i don’t dream of labor, baby.
Deven: i don’t know anymore. i used to have an answer but i don’t know if my reasons were right, y’know? i love my job now, it pays the bills, and that’s good enough.
TAGGING!:
@novac2281 @bastardtrait @cinamun @storiesbyjes2g @tartiish @acuar-io @florwalsims and anyone else who wants to do this!
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