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wanduhhh · 2 years

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L’Amour Looks Something Like You

Wanda/Reader (18+)

Chapter 5: The Disbelieving Angel👼

A/N: this took weeks to force myself to update my mind is torturous. Idk if there will be any more chapters after this one, unless I find inspo/anyone has any inspo for me x thank you for reading!

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Peeling the duvet off your body as quietly as possible you attempted to get out of bed without waking Wanda. You had looked down and noticed red marks all over the top of Wanda’s collarbone, no doubt trailing lower. You couldn’t imagine having to have a conversation with the redhead, whilst looking at the marks you had covered her body in. Bending slightly you grabbed last nights outfit and clutched it to your bare form; trying to preserve what dignity you had left.

You successfully left the bed and tiptoed towards the door, wincing every time you heard a creak. Pulling the door open as slowly as you possibly could- yet you were unable to stop the resounding creak it made. “Fuck” you muttered to yourself as you cursed the old wooden doors, the shuffling on the bed behind you told you that Wanda had woken up.

“You know the walk of shame doesn’t work as well when you live in the same house right” you rolled your eyes and turned round. “I was Not doing the walk of shame I just uh, have to pee” god you didn’t even believe yourself. You burned holes in the duvet as you refused to meet Wanda’s inquisitive eyes. From your peripheral you could spot her slight smirk and you felt infuriated that she was still so relaxed.

“I’m going back to sleep, I’ll just let you go wallow. Good luck covering those up by the way” your hand flew up to hold your neck, as if holding the marks would make them disappear. With that Wanda threw the covers back over her head and you walked out the door dumbfounded.

You spent the day in your room, confused and frustrated. Running downstairs to grab something for lunch became a covert mission.

Despite living in the same building as the woman you had managed to avoid her for a full day, but the fact that she had also avoided you didn’t slip your mind. The lack of her usual musical presence left the house feeling dull. You missed watching her dance to Kate Bush as she cooked dinner, always humming along. Your quiet pining had consumed you.

You knew this defiant avoidance was futile and you knew just the person to give you the kick up the ass you desperately needed.

“You look like shit” crackled through your phone speaker, “thanks Lena, hello to you too”. As nice as it was to see her through the screen, you wanted nothing more than a bone-crushing hug; you didn’t tell that to her cocky face though. “So what have you been doing whilst I’ve been gone, or should I say who have you been doing” you felt her eyes flicker down to the marks over your throat, and for the second time today your hands reached up to cover them. “Shut it Lena, it’s such a weird situation and I can’t avoid it because she’s literally in the room next door-“ “wait wait wait, you and witchy?” You knew you shouldn’t have opened your mouth.

“I mean I knew it would happen but just not so fast. What about her AI boyfriend?” You rolled your eyes at the thought, “haven’t seen much of him in a while, not that I’m complaining”. It felt good to be able to vent to someone, and the screen between you made you miss Yelena more than you thought you would. When you had to say bye to each other you sniffled and told Yelena it was hay-fever.

Talking through everything with your friend made you feel a bit more ready to face Wanda and talk like adults. It forced you to acknowledge how stupid the two of you were being, avoidance had been the default for so long.

You hopped up with momentum, knowing now that you were ready to face this and force Wanda to face it too if that’s what it took.

When you pushed open Wanda’s bedroom door you found her where you left her that morning, duvet over her head with red curly hair poking out the top. It only added to your confidence.

You went over and peeled the covers back, lightly chuckling at Wanda’s scrunched up nose when the light met her eyes and then you got in and pulled the duvet over both of you. The confusion you were expecting was non existent as Wanda scooted closer to you, pulling your arm over her bare waist and shuffling against you til she was comfy. Breathing a sleepy “took you long enough” before you both let yourself fall into a happy nap.

You woke up a few hours later to the feeling of soft fingertips tracing the length of your nose, hearing a quiet chuckle each time it made your nose twitch. You let your face break into a sleepy grin, not yet opening your eyes. Wanda smiled down at you and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of your Cupid’s bow. So soft that you almost believed you had imagined it.

“Good morning sleepy” floated through your ears as you lay with eyes closed, you knew if you opened them you’d be met with a blinding grin and eyes that would render you speechless. You let yourself bask in the soft moment without overwhelming yourself. Grunting lightly to tell Wanda you were indeed awake, peeking one eye open to be met with a smiling Wanda.

“Hey” you had both decided to stay whispering, buried under the darkness of the duvet immersing yourselves in the bubble you had created. “Hey” she spoke back, nuzzling her nose against yours gently. It was sickeningly sweet. “So we’re doing this?” Wanda questioned you, despite the seriousness of her question you both remained smiling. Letting yourself kiss her soft lips quickly before nodding, you were indeed doing this.

“Just is now? No one else?” Wanda’s pointed tone had your mind flicking back to grinding against Natasha and then again to hearing Wanda with Vision’s name on her tongue. It caused you to since slightly, willing the memories away. “Just us” you have her another kiss to seal the deal. She mumbled “good” against your lips, eyebrows drawn together and you knew she was thinking the same thing you had just shooed out of your brain.

It was nighttime before you both managed to peel yourselves out of the cocoon, only because Wanda’s stomach rumbled loud enough that it had you both giggling into each other’s hair.

You sat at the kitchen island watching Wanda cook for you both. Swaying as she stirred, one of your shirts resting just on the swell of her ass. Your heart ached in that moment when you thought of all the days you had watched her dance alone rather than spin her under your arm. It had you desperately scraping your chair away and rushing to pull her into your arms. She furrowed her brows at the intensity but let you kiss her senseless.

Your days were blissful with the redhead, late nights drinking wine and giggling, days spent drawing together as you lay on the grass in the backyard. Wanda would make you daisy chains and kiss every new freckle she saw on your sun kissed skin. It was as if nothing; and everything had changed.

As sweet as Wanda was you got to experience more of her fiery side in the weeks you spent adjusting to life as a couple. Little arguments between you would spark a fire in Wanda’s eyes. Head tilting, eyebrow lifting slightly. Although it meant some nights you’d be sent to sleep alone, it did nothing but enamour you more.

You loved Wanda so wholeheartedly the more you got to know every aspect of her. And when she would slip into the cold bed behind you in the middle of the night, shuffling her arm underneath you whilst whispering how she was still mad; you loved her even more.

Wanda would leave you little notes around the house, sometimes reminding you to brush your teeth when you were having a bad day, mostly reminding you just how much she loved you.

You had weekly FaceTime dates with Yelena, where you would prob the laptop on the table and you and Wanda would squeeze together on the sofa and ask Yelena all about her travels. She said seeing you so in love together made her equally queasy and homesick.

You hadn’t had sex in months, yet you had made love almost every day. Never growing tired of the way Wanda fell apart under your mouth and your hands. There were times when slow passion wasn’t enough for Wanda, especially when she felt she had to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

Most notably the Halloween party you and Wanda had decided to host. The thought of letting people into the bubble you had been living in scared you, but Wanda’s excitement about couples costumes more than made up for it. She had decided that you would go as an angel and a demon, and despite your protests that you were the true angel out of the two of you, Wanda stood before you in a white slip on with golden wings attached to her back.

You were in a tight black dress, small red horns on the top of your head. You felt ridiculous until Wanda’s eyes devoured you, honing in on the skin between the dress and the tops of your thigh high boots. The costumes were definitely worth it.

Wanda had invited all of her friends and knowing Natasha would be there made you a little nervous, mostly in anticipation of how Wanda would react to seeing the two of you in the same room again. You wondered just how angelic she would be throughout the night.

When Natasha arrived, dressed in a latex suit claiming to be an assassin for the night it had you gulping air. Not because you were overcome with lust, rather because you anticipated how Wanda would react to seeing you so much as say hello to the other redhead. Wanda was on your side from then like a magnet. Barely parting to refill a drink. It should have overwhelmed you, you should’ve been offended at the lack of trust in you; but you kissed her.

You welcomed the way her arms wrapped around you in a vice grip and every time she met your lips with her own, you kissed her back twice as hard.

A few hours into the night you and Natasha had smoothed over the awkwardness, falling into an easy conversation about baby Yelena. Deciding you needed Yelena’s input you FaceTimed her, you and Natasha squishing together to fit in the frame as you all laughed. Wanda sipped her drink bitterly, watching as you were too close to Natasha for her liking.

The sweet wine in Wanda’s cup was gulped down in one, stood across the room back against the wall openly glaring at Natasha. “Her red, cool it down your cheeks are starting to match your hair” Carol mumbled beside the seething redhead, playfully poking her side.

“Shut it Danvers, look at her she basically has her tongue down y/n’s throat” Carol chuckled at that, Wanda always one for hyperboles. “Wands she has an arm round her shoulder, if you’re so bothered go stake your claim” Carol emphasised her sentence by banging her scythe on the ground. Love advice from the grim reaper, only seemed right.

However, when she watched Wanda walk over and drag you to the stairs by the arm, she realised her mistake. “Ummm what happened there?” Yelena’s delayed response came from the phone, cutting through the silence of the room. “I uh- may have encouraged Wanda to ‘claim’ y/n” Natasha rolled her eyes, “so you told them to go fuck upstairs?”.

“I told them to go fuck upstairs”.

Despite frantically asking Wanda what was wrong as she marched you to your bedroom, she refused to reply even once. Taking 2 steps at a time, wings and tits bouncing in sync with the power in her steps. When she got you close enough to the bed she threw you onto it, straddling you in one swoop.

Although you were confused, you were more distracted now. Wanda was wearing white garters, clipped together with a love heart on each thigh, your mouth was watering at the way they stretched over her inner thighs.

The juxtaposition of Wanda’s angelic appearance and the devilish way she wrapped her hand around your throat was not lost on you. You thought then that the Halloween costumes should have been reversed.

“Do you act like a slut for everyone baby?, or just redheads” although she posed it as a question you knew better than to answer. Cowering under the way she smirked down at you, “hmm too dumb to speak are we? That’s okay dumb baby. You won’t need to use your brain just now anyway. Just that pretty mouth”.

With finality she pushed you flat on your back and lifted herself to hover above your head. Your eyes met her lacy white panties, able to see how wet they were already just from her taking charge. You desperately arched your head forward and whined at the way she held you back by your hair. “Please Wanda, please let me make you feel good” she was still a sucker for your doe eyes.

She lowered herself onto your waiting mouth, your tongue immediately lapping at her through her underwear. Trying your best to wordlessly convince her to remove the panties so you could properly taste her.

She lasted 2 whole minutes before giving in, slipping a shaky hand down to pull her panties to the side. Before letting you delve in however, she held you by the hair and looked down into your eyes. “You’re going to make me cum and then you are going to behave yourself, got it?” Before you could reply she sat her weight down onto your open mouth. Letting out a moan that you knew floated downstairs.

You pushed your tongue inside her and moaned at how good she tasted, how warm she was. Wanda had her hands wound into your hair, rutting against your mouth and taking the pleasure she needed. Her halo bounced vigorously with each movement, of all the angels you still thought Wanda was the sweetest.

When her hips stuttered against your mouth and you felt yourself swallowing down all she had to offer, she let herself flop beside you. Halo squint and a lazy smirk on her face. You rolled over and kissed her, licking into her mouth and chuckling when you heard her moan at her own taste.

“I love you Wanda” you knew she knew this, knew it by the way you had her coffee order memorised. Knew it in the way you never ran her a bath if she didn’t have a bath bomb, knew it in the way you brushed out every knot in her hair after a long day of work. But when you said it, it didn’t fail to make her tear up. “I love you so much” she whispered against your nose.

You helped her up a minute later, shuffling her panties back into place and straightening her garters. Kissing her over the top of her panties just to watch her breath hitch. You fluffed out her wings and tamed her curls, lightly pinching her red cheeks and leading her back to the party by her hand.

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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i feel like a lost a little bit of motivation for ocean eyes >:( but i’ll try to get back to it today, i have just been lacking inspo, sorry!

#anissa’s rambles ୨୧

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ftisabellas · 11 months

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-- was that isabella mendes i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the twenty-four year old who has been in nightrest for 6 years and works as a beautician at royal serene has a reputation of being blunt, but also spirited. they reside in lowpoint & people in town usually associate them with nail filing while scrolling aimlessly through her mobile, the sound of popping gum, sudden mischievous cheshire cat grins. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. [ g, 26, she / her, aest, none ]

hello all !!! i’m g, she / her , 26 . cursed AEST tz , and tbh . . . coming back to tumblr after like a 3 year break . . . yikes ! i’m v slowly getting myself reacquainted and not trying to overwhelm myself , so pls be patient w me !!!

my discord is bringbacksugargay but im not super active on there atm ( i will be tho ! )

ANYWAYS . HERES MZZZ ISABELLA !!!

inspo for isabella: ruby mathews from sex education, manny santos from degrassi, maddy perez from euphoria, jackie burqhart from that 70s show, lily echolls from veronica mars ,

long story short isabella is a … a diva. she’s loud mouthed, blunt, harsh, stuck-up at times, prissy . with all the bad tho , theres SOME good . when she likes someone , she really likes them and will do anything for them

very very VERY secret softie . the kind that will never hug u or say ‘i love u’ but will egg your exes house .

she’s literally .. your stereotypical rich girl . has everything handed to her on a platter for the most part, and grew up with a pretty easy life ! she’s always been a bit spoiled , to say the least, and it shows.

isabella had a great life growing up. her dad was a rich , well known musician, and isabella was pretty and rich and popular in high school. it was like . everything she wanted kinda just Appeared for her. she basically never heard the word ‘no’ in her life

life hit her hard after high school , when she moved to nightrest for uni.

i say ‘moved’ , basically her family got sick of her, her wild child antics and bitchy behaviour, and kinda just... sent her here lol.

when i say ‘sent her here’ , i mean they plopped her here, agreed to pay for her rent and uni , but then said “you’re on your own kid!”

NO MORE BLACK AMEX FOR ISABELLA ????

basically .. REAL LIFE ??? CAUGHT UP TO HER ??? HER ACTIONS ?? SUDDENLY HAD CONSEQUENCES ?? she realised she couldn’t just be a bitch to Be A Bitch or somebody might Smack Her. she realised that suddenly .. she was in charge of her future, and it scared the shit out of her

basically, she Peaked in high school and has been Suffering since then. university really . crashed her back to Earth, and knocked her on her ass !

isabella is fiery , but FUN i promise.

anyways, she’s still a bit mean and manipulative to people , but shes on her road to Recovery ( bitchy girls anonymous , every friday we ride ! ) . her High School self definitely jumps out at times, but she is really trying to be a better person. it’s just a Very Very Slow process for her.

she’s very outgoing and loud and blabbermouthy. i wouldn’t trust her with a single secret. even if she doesnt MEAN to spill it . . it just tumbles out of her mouth anyways.

she loves partying though. she drinks a lot, and is good to have a lil girls night boogie with !!!

she’s not All Bad. she will Redeem herself one day just. right now she kinda Sucks a little. APOLOGIES! she’s got growing to do !

anyways , she finished school as a beauty nurse and now works as a beautician at royal serene .

her customer service is uhh . . . lacking, to say the least.

shes EXTREMELY fashionable , though and extremely good at her job.

she ignores most things and if she was in a super cliche horror movie , shed be that dumbass that gets killed basically straight away .

IM DOWN FOR ANYTHING . the messier the better ! if u see isabella fitting in anywhere or want any pre-made connections, lets gooooo !!! if u need an evil , meanie whos ruined ur life : its isabella ! toxic exes? lets go ! i can provide it all !

ill familiarise myself w bios and such soon !!! IM V EXCITED !!! FEEL FREE TO PING ME ON DISCORD I WILL BE SO HAPPY WHILE I GATHER MY BEARINGS !

#intro #nightrest:intro

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nyaitsu-writes · 2 years

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a few asks that have sitting in my askbox for a while but i wanted to give a proper answer to! (❁´◡`❁)

@runanadwiddles @hyacinthyume @/the two anons <3

THANK YOU i appreciate this so much o(╥﹏╥)o these might have been in my askbox for months already but,, kind of egoistic coming from me but i like to cling to these kind of messages when i'm feeling down? it's really comforting, opening your askbox and seeing this kind of things at the very top ; v ; it makes me feel really loved and reassured

i haven't posted a thing in ages because as all the writers can surely tell the lack of interaction is.... heartbreaking. i barely get like 5-6 likes a week (at most) and i struggle with finding the right motivation/inspo to keep writing. but but BUT! when i get this kind of things my heart does a little !!!! just a tiny little spin. free serotonin

responsabilities + studying are beating my ass a bit but i keep hoping it'll get better </3 so everyone pls take care! remember to get a good night's sleep today and drink water. and also indulge in little pleasures everyday <3

#nyaitsu asks #sending kisses to all of you <3 #lately i've been working a lot of hours per day so i'm v sleepy most of the time #i keep imagining a lot of sweet scenarios but i don't have the braincells to write them www #ooo the self indulgence of shipping your oc with your fav character(s)#that's the thing carrying me lately ehehe

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whentherewerebicycles · 2 years

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I’m sleeeepy today. got a lot done this morning and early afternoon but then made the fatal mistake of crawling into bed and now it’s unclear if I’ll ever manage to get out again. mm okay let’s do a little house check-in.

LIBRARY: I am so happy with the library that I make a little audible sound of delight every time I walk past it… I love it so freaking much omg. I am having a lot of trouble deciding if I want to put a cozy oversized chair or beanbag in there or if I want to leave the floor area open. cozy chair is obviously tempting but I’m not sure I would actually hang out in there to read when I have lots of other comfy spaces to be and I kind of like the clean open look. I do want to get a rug in there to complete the room but I find online rug shopping to be the most maddening experience imaginable so I might put that off for a bit. I’m kinda thinking no chair and just a rug + maybe a small end table with a plant or a candle or a lamp on it to cover up that oddly placed electrical outlet a little bit. then I’ll maybe do a few more prints on the other walls but tbd. I started successfully cleaning paint off the ceiling today but want to let the walls dry/cure just a little longer before I mess with that.

LIVING ROOM: I need to just bite the bullet and splurge on a nice TV console—it’s the one thing that room is missing and then it will be perfect. oh I guess I also need to figure out the plant corner sitch like what do I want to have going on over there once I replace the temporary makeshift plant stands. and I do probably want to paint the walls a slightly calmer green at some point (there’s too much yellow in the one I picked I think) but I can’t face it now. very happy with everything else though!! could not love my giant sectional more it’s sooooo cozy.

KITCHEN: I made some small additions and improvements last week that really pulled that room together. the actual kitchen prep area is the only part I’m not crazy about—the cheap laminate counters just show absolutely everything and I’m still hurting a bit for storage space. considering getting a small island but can’t decide if it’ll make the space feel too cluttered. tbd but it’s not urgent.

HALF BATH: I want to paint you, half bath!!! and do something about your horrible ugly tile. but I’m not sure what color scheme I want yet. I think this will be a “spend months collecting Pinterest inspo” winter project. the half bath and utility closet (now library) were the most blah and featureless rooms in the house and now the library is my favorite, so I feel confident that I can effect a similar transformation in the hall bath given time.

HALLWAYS: looking good. very pleased with the planter wall and small art. downstairs hall could eventually have a bit more going for it but idk that’s not urgent.

DAYROOM: something about this room is not right and I don’t know what it is. the wall color is stunning and I love the colorful cabinet in there but the room lacks personality other than that and I don’t spend any time in there except when I’m working at my desk. which is a shame because it’s such a lovely big open room and it gets the best natural light in the house. I guess I just feel like I haven’t figured out its character yet you know? I wanted it to feel like a cozy writing space too but it feels like it’s wholly defined by my workstation (and by my blah feelings about work by extension). I wonder if a solution might be dividing up the space more intentionally—like figuring out how to use the couch or other furniture to create the feeling of two rooms within that one space, one for writing and one for work. hmmm. I must apply my mind to it.

BEDROOM: I’ve done very little here! I think I want a friends and family photos wall or one of those strings of photos clipped on. but I might also want a hockey/fandom corner lol so I can gaze upon My Guys and feel happy. like the dayroom it’s a bit of a “lots of space but not sure what the room’s personality is yet” situation. fine for now but definitely a winter project. paint will be the thing that transforms and defines it I think. very much considering painting it (or an accent wall) that dusty terracotta pink to warm up the space but that feels daring haha. we will see!

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1d1195 · 3 months

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I would NEVER purposely skip a post of yours! especially Zipper! I love you and them too much to do that!

So Im not on the semester system, it's actually the quarter system! Which means I have 10 weeks of instruction and 1 week of finals! So I will be finishing up my second out of the three in the academic year. Truly hell lol midterms start the end of the 2nd week for some classes.... like today (Tuesday) I had my 3rd and final math midterm and our final exam is this Saturday. Truly insane lol OMG ALSO THIS WAS MY LAST DAY WITH MY HOT PROFESSOR 😭😭😭 so sad about that because I wont get to see that man anymore! LIKE WHERE IS MY MOTIVATION GONNA COME FROM NOW?! and we had our final presentations today and I got a compliment from him and dear god that sliver of praise made me dizzy😵‍💫

ANYWAYS! Im glad you have other writers as a support system!!! and yes! miss fireflies is so kind in general! and it's good to vent especially with someone you're comfortable with!

Im glad you're feeling a bit better about it! It's okay to have those feelings and sometimes you just have to feel them. I think overall tumblr has been a bit "slow" in general but maybe a middle of the week post may help? Like a little treat to keep going until the weekend? IDK either way you know your readers vibe so whatever you decided to do will be good!

ABAHAH OMG WE ARE BOTH BROWN HAIRED AND EYED GIRLIES CONSTANTLY OVERWHELMED!!! truly an accurate description of myself lol you're not alone at least!

and im kinda honored that you thought it was me?! liar is SO ME coded due to the lack of allowing myself to experience good things in life but that's a different story lol like Im about to fangirl for a bit but they did this podcast called song explore and they went into detail of how they made it in terms of instrumentation and all and UGH THIS WAS SO GOOD! i don't think ive ever mentioned it before but I was a musician so learning the details of the composition was a gift! Also if you ever need sad song inspo i got you bc the majority of my playlist is depressing lol

ANWAYSSSSSSSSSS im glad im back too! Hope you're well and that your week is good!!!-💜

Omg I would never think you purposefully didn’t read something! But still, you know I don’t expect you to read everything; I kind of thought you forgot and I sort of anticipated a follow up message! 💕😉

QUARTERS of course! I don’t hear of too many schools doing that so I totally forgot that exists. Well that makes more sense. That’s so overwhelming, V, I’m sorry :( I’m sure you’re used to it now but I would cry everyday so I have no doubt you’re doing phenomenally and I’m so proud of you!!! Omg RIP hot professor. I’m going to miss him 😭 you should go to his office hours if you need help with another class every once in a while just to say hi 😉😉

I would die without Miss Firefly having to put up with me all the time 😂

I didn’t know you were a musician!!! I’m musically DE-clined so I could never but that’s amazing. You have to be SUPER smart 😭 I can sing a little but I’m not good at instruments or composition or anything. God bless.

Every time I think my weeks can’t get crazier, they do 😂 but I’m alright. Excited to do NOTHING on Saturday

Xoxo

P.S. I think it’s cute we’re both brown haired and brown eyed 💕

#💜

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iwadori · 3 years

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are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship.

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

“That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.

It was the best decision he would ever make.

So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.

Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.

In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.

Until it wasn’t.

Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.

That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.

The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.

It makes Spencer sick.

His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.

“There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”

“Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”

“Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.

“Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”

This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.

“You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.

“Not exactly.”

The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.

Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.

“Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”

“There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”

He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.

“The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.

“Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”

Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.

The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.

Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.

“I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.

“Busy?”

JJ nods.

“Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”

Of fucking course.

Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.

He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.

“She’s not interested.”

The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.

“What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”

Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.

Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”

Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.

“What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”

Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.

When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.

“I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

“Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.

“Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”

“M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”

“I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”

Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.

“Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”

As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.

“Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.

You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.

“What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.

“You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”

You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.

“Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.

“Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.

Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.

He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.

“You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”

You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.

“Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.

“Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”

“God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”

By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.

Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.

Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.

“M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”

Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.

“Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”

“Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”

Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.

“Open.”

You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.

“Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”

You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.

“D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.

“So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”

You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.

You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.

“Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.

“S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.

“Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”

And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.

“Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”

“So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.

“F-Fuck, Spencer!”

“Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.

You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.

“Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”

“Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”

Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.

“C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”

“I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.

Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.

“How many do you think you deserve?”

You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.

“However many you want to give me. I can take it.”

Spencer returns your smile.

“Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.

You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.

“T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.

It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.

“Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”

The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.

Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.

“You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds.

“Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips.

Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.

“Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.

“I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”

You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.

Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.

“So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”

“S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.

“Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”

“P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.

Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.

“You okay, princess?”

You give a weak nod.

“M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.

Spencer is the first to pull away.

“Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”

You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.

You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.

“S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.

“Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”

Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.

“Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”

You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.

“Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”

You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

“Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.

Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”

He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.

Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”

“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”

And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.

After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.

“You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”

It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.

“You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.

“Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

“You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”

“Only for you.”

A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.

“We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.

“Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.

“Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”

“Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Is that a no?”

“... Look up the number.”

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realworldsucksendhelp · 2 years

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The Greatest Show

Blue Jones x Male!Reader

Explanation: Okay Im OBESSED with Blue Jones bit hes messed up and i dont want to romanticise anything he has done cause it is NOT okay so instead i have simply taken the character and created a WHOLE AU about it, i have tried to separate it from Sucker Punch as MUCH as possible so instead ill be taking inspo and Chareters from Moulin Rouge and The Greatest Show. Also the lack of Blue x Male!Reader makes me wanna cry and there is SO MUCH MATERIAL THERE so here we are.

Enjoy :DDD

Things to note: The MOLUIN ROUGE only burned down, Satine didnt die nore had she med Christain (yet ;) )

Might make a part two of people like it :))

No ones POV

The Lennox theater the best attraction in town untill a while back. It had everything, good dancers amazing singers and even a attractive owner. That was before the Moulin Rouge arrived. Once a attraction in France, admired by the owner of the Lennos theatre, in fact he coudnt help but be devisted when he heard it burned down. Now his admiration for the show has gone down hill as it has been noithing but bad for business since its arrived. Only people who cant get into the Moulin Rouge go to the Lennox theater.

Blue Jones wpuld awake every night. He would lie awake thinking of new acts and new ways to sell tickets. But every morning he would look out on the steet to see the que for the Moulin Rouge growing more and more each day, untill he had enough.

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"Mr. Jones?"

Blue admitted he looked a rush but quite frankly he cant be bothets with his protégé at the moment. Who might you ask? Christain, a young english writer who has fallen in love with theater. Blue had made the choice to take him under his wing, one he is severely regretting now.

"Not now Christian"

He rushes to the door, tying to avoid talking to Christain and t avoid spending money on another ticket. He has dicided he has had enough and plans to see what is so special about this Circus.

"Are you going to the Moulin Rouge Mr.Jones"

Blue stopped dead in his tracks and turns to look at Christain, his face clearly showing he isnt happy at this relavation Christain has come to.

'Im only checking out our competition Christain and if you wou-"

"Please Sir i have always wanted to go there, ill pay for both of us! I want to see Y/N L/N hes the best in the business mr-"

"IM the best in the business Christain, i thought you knew this"

Christain muttered a small apology and looked down. However the idea of not having to play for the ovet priced tickets was appealing to him.

"And i will prove it..if you pay for the tickets"

Christian's eyes light up as he goes to get his jacket, ad he dose so Blue wonders who this

Y/N person is and if they're so good why hasnt he heard of him.

"Come on!"

Christian excleimed excitedly already waling out the door. Blue had go jog to catch up with him but when he did he noitced how long the que was, it went all the way around the corner, he lets out a sigh and waits patiently, well not really.

"How long is this going to take"

"Hopefully not to long-see! Mr.Jones the lines moving"

Through his excitement however, Christian failed to realise that it was moving because people were walking aways, however he continued to walk on, Blue following him. When he reached the ticket counter Blie finally realised somethings up, but neglected not to say anything.

"Exuse me! Can we hav-"

"Sorry kid outta tickets"

"But-"

"There is a similar club down town witch im sure will fit your-"

The women looks up and down at both Blue and Christian.

"Needs"

"I OWN that 'club'and it isnt a club its a theater so-"

"Blue Jones?"

Now blue hates being interrupted, he was just about to give a peace of him mind to whoever it wad, untill he sore him

Y/Ns POV

I get ready for todays show and go to get one of our acts from the ticket booth. Nearly eveyone was seated so i made sure everything was running smoothly.

"I OWN that 'club' and it isnt a club is a theater so-"

"Blue Jones?"

Whats he doing here?

Blue Jones owns the Lennox theater down the streat from here, i have heard of his show and people tend to be very impressed. I havent had the opportunity to go see it i have been meaning to but ever since we have opened here business had been booming. I know eventually things will die down so im taking this opportunity and making as much money as possible. I do however, feel a bit guilty for taking business off Blue Jones, so i tell my employers to offer going to the Lennox theater instead, hoping that will make up for it. He turns around i can definitely say im impressed. He is a short man but his hair is slicked back giving him a classy look. He had a thin mustache lining up almost perfectly with his top lip.

"Exuse me?"

"Are you Y/N L/N?"

I hadn't even noitced the man standing behind him, he seemed less experienced in the business as blue, you can tell by his innocent expression, even if your not doing the dirty work this business can have a toll on you, guilt tends to take over as you watch new girls get currupted. I try to make it as pleasant as possible, they keep the money they make for selling there pleasantries plus a standard employee pay, they choice who and when theu do it and i never negotiate to sell them, girls who purley want to dance or sing, fo only so. I belive this is where Blue and I differ.

"Yes, i am and im sorry to pry but what exactly are you doing here"

"With all do respect Mr.L/N your show was unpleasantly disrupted buisness at my Theatre"

"Im sorry Mr.Jones, im sure this whole buzz will die out soon enough, im simply seizing the opportunity while i can, i dought we will be selling out every show, is that why you two came here?"

"No! Mr.L/N we cam to see your show! I mean i have heard of you and what you do is amazing! I mean your show in paris, people travelld the world to see!"

"Thank you, i am flatterd you think so highly of me, the seats are all taken but you can watch from the back?"

"I think well take you up on that offer"

"Great right this way"

I lead them back stage to where things where slowly ascending into choas, they usually do when we sell out. I look around for our star act, our sparkling diamond, and my best friend Santine.

"Where Santine!?"

I shout, not to loud but loud enough.

"Here!"

I turn around to be greated by Santine looking as beautiful as ever, just not my type.

"So what are we doing tonight?"

She asks, eyeing Christain as she dose.

"Im thinking of opening with Ladies choice"

"Crowed pleaser"

She adds

"And i was thinking Diamonds are a girls best friend for you ?"

"Great! Ill get my costume ready!"

I turn to see Christain obviously swooning over Santine, i find myself surprised Blue is seamily unaffected, or maybe hes juts good at hiding it.

"Y/N! Your on!!"

"Oh shit.. yous can watch from there" i point to a opening in the curtains and rush to my point on stage.

"Ladies choice"

I whisper to the musicians they give me a nod as i get in stage. Its a big higher than the reat of the stage, separateing me from the dancers. I grab my mic and its buisness as usual.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Moulin Rouge!"

Applauds flood the house and i smile as i take it all on.

"Now im not going to keep you all from enjoying the show, so sit back, relaxe and enjoy!"

The music starts and i work my magic, i usually open up the show either with this song or a few other's, but this one has to be a crowd favourite.

Blues POV

I watched as Y/N prefromed the opening act, its weird how much i admire him having only known him a short period of time. Its werid how when presented with one of the most beautiful women i have ever seen my mind wonders only to how this man carries himself, i think im going insane.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, but dont waste all your aplose applause on me! I give you the beautiful the talented, the sexy, sparkling diamond!"

The whole theater goes black and only a spotlight comes from the ceiling, i should noitce the way it illuminates Santine, the way her outfit shimmers in the light and her beautiful voice, and i do but not in the same way i watch Y/N look up in total awe at Satine, as she spins around the room Y/N whole body turns to watch, the same awe struck smile on his face. I then come to a relization. They must be together, there cant be another explanation. I hate this feeling, i dont know why i care so much, i dont know this man and hes a MAN, i dont feel jealous of him, i feel jealousy of, as he discribes her,the beautiful the talented, the sexy, sparkling diamond, i feel jealously, but i dont know why.

I look over at Christain, fiding him as the rest of the men in the room are, swooning over Satine. I pull my gaze to a group of women, all fawning over Y/N, i look again, somethings familiar, till it hit me, those are my girls.

True its there day off and they can do what they want but again, the jealous feeling i get when Y/N makes eye contact with none outhet than Vera Goski, he gives her a wink then walks to meet Santine.

"Isnt she beautiful"

Christain says, not breaking his gaze away from Santine.

"Yeah..she is"

But my gaze is not on Santine, its on Y/N

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leviathans-watching · 3 years

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the older brothers calling you clingy

angst, drabble, hcs, fluff, hurt/comfort, making up, gn reader

rated t

warnings: fighting, arguing, yelling, minor violence, unkind words, crying, overwhelming emotions, some minor sexual comments/jokes

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi

PT 2

wc: 3.6k

prompt inspo: @kybabi’s haikyuu hcs

lmk if tags/warning need to be updated. hope you enjoy! please like, reblog, comment/review💖

lucifer:

he was tired, had a migraine, and still had several reports to do. his workload was overwhelming sometimes, but hey, he did what he had to do, even if it meant never getting any time to relax. who could relax in a zoo like tHL anyway?

you had come in, wearing pajamas- a pair of sweats and one of the only t-shirts he owned, expression warm. you took him in, eye bags and rumpled clothes, pursing your lips.

“lucifer, why don’t you stop for the night?” you asked, placing a hand on his arm. “it’s late, and i know you’re tired.”

“i have to finish this, sorry,” he turned back to his reports, gently shrugging your hand off.

“you’ll have time in the morning,” you pressed, and he sighed, rubbing his temples. why couldn’t you just leave him alone? he had been doing things this way for hundreds of years, and it worked for him.

“at least take a break? please?” you kept staring at him with that open expression, weakness vulnerability clear in your eyes.

his head was pounding, and looking at you meant looking towards the light, which was not a good idea.

“can you go? you’re smothering me!” he bit out viciously. “if i had known you were going to be so clingy...” he trailed off, scowl deepening.

“oh.” your voice was unsteady, and for a small moment he felt a little bad before brushing it away. you were being so bothersome. couldn’t you see he had actual responsibilities? “i guess i’ll just go then. i wasn’t aware i was such a nuisance.”

you shut the door behind yourself softly, which was almost worse than slamming it would have been.

shaking his head, lucifer tried to go back to work. the words though, they just blurred together, a mess of ink on the page. maybe... maybe you were right.

sighing, he cleaned up for the night, shutting off the lights in his office. making his way to his room, he noticed the door ajar, lamp on. you weren’t there, leaving the room empty.

he hesitated, carefully walking to your room. it was quiet, but he could hear the telltale sounds of someone moving around. whatever.

changing into his own silk pajamas, lucifer kept looking at the door. of course, you didn’t walk in.

on his bedside table was a glass of water and some painkillers. trying not to think about it, he took them, sliding under the covers. the bed seemed awfully big without you in it.

it had been a while since he had slept alone.

everything will be fine in the morning. he told himself, but sleep didn’t come for a long time.

in the morning, he woke up cold. your side of the bed was still unused, and vaguely he remembered you trying to get him to come to bed and him refusing.

when he came down the stairs for breakfast, he saw you look down and away, avoiding eye-contact. you must have still been mad from last night or something.

breakfast was awkward and quiet. the tension between you and lucifer was palpable, throwing everything off. mammon and satan kept glaring at him while you picked at your food, hardly responding to the poorly-kept conversation.

"mc, it’s time for us to get ready to go,” he reminded you, picking up his dishes. you accompanied him in the morning, waiting in the council room while he did his morning duties.

“i’m gonna walk in with asmo today, actually,” you replied, looking at him for the first time that morning. you also looked tired, and your eyes were a bit puffy. maybe from the lack of sleep?

lucifer fumbled. “oh.”

the rest of the table exchanged unsure looks.

clearing his throat, lucifer stood, brushing imaginary crumbs off of his uniform. “i’ll be off, then.”

you nodded at him, giving him a closed mouth smile, lips pressed tightly together. lucifer felt even more confused, because it didn’t seem like you were mad at him, so why were you acting this way?

as the day went on, it didn’t get better. you didn’t sit with him at lunch, nor did you walk home together.

it made him uncomfortable, like his skin was too tight. you usually soothed that feeling just with your presence, but not today.

you weren’t there for dinner, claiming simeon and luke had invited you over, meaning your empty chair was right in front of him, a harsh reminder of whatever was going on.

“the hell did you do?” mammon asked, and lucifer scowled. the question wasn’t even angry, but more... pitying. mammon, of all people shouldn’t pity him.

“i- i don’t know,” lucifer answered honestly. “we had an argument last night, i think, but i don’t know why they’re being so distant.”

“you think?” belphie asked pointedly.

“they wanted me to come to bed. i still had work to do.”

“and you’re sure you didn’t snap and say something cruel?” asmo asked, brow furrowing. “you have a tendency to be harsh when you’re feeling overworked or have a headache.”

the table was quiet for the rest of the meal, lucifer turning over asmo’s words again and again. had he said something?

heading to his study, lucifer tried to bury himself in his work, but he was painfully aware you still hadn’t returned, you still weren’t home.

sighing, he placed his pen down.

he just wanted to go to bed, with you. he was still exhausted, and really just needed you there, needed to hold you.

he heard footsteps in the hall, recognizing your gait. you paused outside of his study door before turning around, presumably heading towards your room.

after a moment, he stood.

your door was shut, so he knocked, waiting on a reply.

“yes?”

“may i come in?”

a pause, then, “if you want.”

slowly, lucifer opened the door. you were sitting at your desk, facing away from him.

“will you come to bed with me?” he swallowed his pride, adding a “please?”

you looked over at him. “you want me to?”

“yes, of course, dearest.”

you let out a little laugh, but it didn’t really sound like a laugh. “of course he acts like i’m ridiculous for thinking he doesn’t want me to,” you muttered.

“y/n,” he plead. “i am sorry, for whatever i said last night. i was not feeling well and unfairly took it out on you.”

apologizing was still pretty new for him, you both had been working on communication and you had shown him how important apologizing was.

“you don’t remember?” you asked, and ruefully, lucifer shook his head.

��whatever it was, it appears i’ve hurt you. i did not intend to.”

“you called me clingy.”

“what?” lucifer would like to say the memory began filtering back in, but it didn’t.

“dearest, i am so sorry. you’re never clingy, i’m just a, and pardon my french, work-obsessed asshole. i fully understand why you would not want to sleep with me tonight.”

“idiot.” tears were brimming in your eyes. “of course i want to sleep with you. sleeping alone last night was torture. i was just trying not to be clingy today.”

“don’t ever feel like you have to change for me, dearest. you are perfect and were just caring about me last night. my actions were inexcusable and-” you stopped him, standing up.

“none of that. you’re sorry for saying what you said and i’m sorry for avoiding you instead of addressing the problem. now, let’s go to bed.”

“yes, dearest,” lucifer agreed, following you back to his room. you got ready for bed, brushing your teeth and sliding into bed. he followed shortly after, and you gave him a chaste before turning of the lamp.

settling against him, you threw an arm over luficer’s waist, pulling him close. he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “goodnight, dearest,” he whispered into the dark, feeling your beath puff against his collarbone. “i love you.”

“love you too,” you hummed, breath evening out as you fell asleep. lucifer followed soon after, feeling better than he had all day. he had you, and everything was well.

mammon:

mammon grinned, tongue running over his sharp teeth. tonight was going to be a good night, he could feel it.

scanning the table in front of him, he took note of everyone he’d be playing with, a few familiar faces, but no one he really knew. good.

the cards were dealt. mammon picked his up, masking his emotions. a decent hand, but not anything to win big on. nothing he couldn’t handle.

placing his bets, mammon asked for two new cards, using the movement to slip an ace out of his sleeve. perfect.

the second rounds of bets were placed, a demon on his right placing a large amount. more for mammon in the end.

he was last to reveal his hand, which allowed him to make sure there weren’t four aces present. getting caught with that extra ace would be a bad move. thankfully, he was good.

placing his cards on the table slowly, deliberately, mammon watched everyone’s faces fall. he was good for the money.

you dodged between demons, ignoring the leers you were given. sure, it was dangerous for you to be out with no protection, but you were a lot more capable than when you first arrived.

spotting mammon, his white hair a dead give-away, you headed towards him, watching as he smirked, pulling the pile of money towards himself. of course he was gambling.

the others at the table frowned, and you say them exchanging looks. that wasn’t good. ‘

“mammon,” you called. “time to go.”

his head snapped up, eyes immediately finding yours. you kept walking towards him, only stopping when you were right across the table.

“can’t ya see i’m busy?” he responded. “and i’m gettin’ a good haul, see?” gesturing to the pile of grimm, he looked up, trying to gauge your reaction.

you weren’t impressed.

“good for you. now pack it up. it’s a school night.” crossing your arms, you stared him down. technically, you could use the pact to get him to comply, but you felt weird controlling them without their consent.

mammon rolled his eyes, trying to act tough for the people he was playing with. “don’t care. ya shouldn’t be here, anyway. what if lucifer found out ya were out alone?”

“i think lucifer’d be more pissed if he knew you were here right now, so you really have no room to talk.”

leaning back in his chair, mammon raised an eyebrow at you. “just leave, babe. ya humans are so irritating. so damn clingy.”

you scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “the hell you just say to me?”

mammon had no room to back down, not in the situation he was in. “what, hard of hearing now, babe? i said yer clingy.”

your shoulders slumped, voice growing small. “you think i’m clingy?”

“uh,” mammon stuttered. the table watched on, a mix of concern and amusement.

straightening up, fire in your eyes, you ticked off different instances he had need you. “so i was clingy when i helped you down from hanging in the main hall? so i was clingy when i picked you up from the fall? i was clingy when i volunteered to work that shift at hell’s kitchen with you even though the pay sucks? or when-”

“babe,” mammon hissed, sounding a bit desperate.

marching around the table, you pointed at him. “call me clingy one more time!”

silence.

“mc,” mammon whined. “yer makin’ a scene!”

“if you didn’t want me to make a scene, you shouldn’t have called me clingy.” shrugging, you offered no mercy. “now let’s go. you have a quiz tomorrow.”

“can i…” mammon trailed off, eyes on the grimm he had won.

“yes, you can keep the money. why wouldn’t i let you keep the money. after all, you’re going to use that money to take me on a nice date to make up for calling me clingy, right?”

“right,” mammon agreed reluctantly, scooping the coins into a bag. “that’s exactly what i was gonna do with it.”

offering a smile to the rest of the table, you pulled mammon away, linking your arm in his.

“let’s not do this again, ok?” you looked over at him.

“yeah, sorry,” mammon agreed. “though i gotta say…”

“hmm?” you questioned idly as you pushed through the doors, finally outside. the night air felt good.

“seeing you all angry really turned me on.” there was a smirk in mammon’s voice, no shame about the words he was saying.

“mammon!” you chastised. “don’t say things like that!”

“ok, ok, i’ll just think them.” he nodded. “got it.”

too tired to argue (it was a school night for you as well) you just rolled your eyes fondly.

“ah, mc, i see you found mammon.” lucifer was waiting in the front hall, still dressed in his school uniform.

“yep!” you gushed. “he was planning ou next date and lost track of time! isn’t that sweet?”

“uh,” lucifer looked between the two of you. “i guess since you weren’t doing anything too bad i’ll let you off. just don’t do it again.”

“righto, bossman,” you called, leading mammon down the hall. “i’ll make sure of it!”

as soon as the two of you were out of earshot, you dissolved into giggles.

“bossman?” mammon questioned, chuckling.

“i dunno, just felt like the right thing to say,” you said through your own laughter. “now c’mon, let's get to bed.”

“i love you so much,” mammon declared. “never change. you’re absolutely perfect.”

“even if i’m being clingy?” you teased

“please,” mammon pulled you into a hug, smacking your cheek with a messy and warm kiss. “we all know i’m the clingy one in this relationship.”

“true,” you acknowledged.

“yer not s’posed to agree with me,” mammon protested. you laughed, pulling him into his room and onto his bed, where you lay in a tangle.

“hey, you said it, not me.”

“rude.” mammon turned his head away from you, pouting.

“i love you and your clingyness, so don’t worry about it,” you reassured him. “but we really have to go to sleep.”

levi:

levi tore the wrapping off of his newest game, ruri-chan☆ magical girls: at the beach!. he had been waiting on this for months, and now that it was finally here he planned to lock himself in his room.

maybe it would help take his mind off of what he saw earlier.

you were laughing with simeon, eyes sparkling. levi thought he was the only person who should make your eyes sparkle like that. the familiar feeling of jealousy coiled in his gut, burning red-hot.

turning around and stalking away, he didn’t see how your eyes followed him.

placing the disk into his console, levi settled into his chair, tail flicking agitatedly. it was ok. ruri-chan would always be there for him.

putting his headset on, levi got into the game, letting the world melt away.

you hummed to yourself, heading to levi’s room. he had missed dinner, so you decided to wait on eating, preferring to eat with him.

trying to balance both plates, you went to open the door, but found it locked. he probably just got a new game and didn’t want to be interrupted. not unusual. and anyway, you were always the exception to that.

knocking, you waited. no reply.

you knocked again, shifting. when you still weren’t let in you crouched down, setting the plates on the ground so you could get to your d.d.d. picking his contact, you called him. you could hear his phone ringing from in his room, but he didn’t pick up. calling again, you also knocked, doubling your force.

“what?” levi snapped.

“levi, it’s me,” you called, picking up the food again. a moment passed, then the door was flung open.

“what do you want?”

you were taken aback. his demon form was out and his eyes burned orange, a sure sign that he was upset. “what’s wrong?”

levi scoffed. “you mean you don’t know?”

mutely, you shook your head, confusion making your brows draw together.

“you were hanging onto simeon earlier and now have to audacity to come bother me! you’re so clingy, always coming around when i want to be alone! i’m so over it! you’re always all over everybody, basically throwing yourself at them!” levi burst out.

“now, wait a minute,” you started, but levi’s tail lashed forward, knocking the plates out of your hands. food went everywhere, including onto you, and the ceramic plates flew into the wall, shattering forcefully.

for a second, levi’s face contorted into regret, but you were already pushing past him, seething, inviting yourself into his room.

“fine!” you started gathering up all of your things that were in his room, plucking your jacket off of his chair, where it hung. “if i’m such a bother, i’ll stop coming around then! but it’s unfair for you to criticize my actions when you act like such a child! you’re insecure with yourself which leads to a lack of trust! you think you’re not good enough which makes you constantly search for evidence to support that line of thinking. you blow everything up, making me the bad guy, and i’m sick of it!”

looking around and not seeing anything else of yours, you pushed past him again, ignoring his dumbfounded expression. “have fun with your precious ruri-chan.”

stomping down the hall, you mindlessly made your way to the kitchen, where asmo was sitting with beel, who was having some cake. they took in your upset expression, armful of stuff, and the food in your hair.

“mc, are you ok?” asmo jumped up, rushing to your side. suddenly, you weren’t holding it together as well anymore, and your eyes welled up.

“what happened?” beel put his fork down, an action you would have been extremely touched at, had this been a different situation.

“i- i,” you started, frozen.

“what is the meaning of the mess in the hall?” lucifer came storming into the kitchen, eyes flashing. it was just enough to send you over the edge, emotions catching up.

your shoulders shook as you suppressed a sob. lucifer’s jaw dropped, watching you cry, as he saw the food you were covered in.

“shhh,” asmo soothed, taking the things from your arms and setting them on the table. “let it out.”

beel began picking the food from your hair and face, brushing it off your shoulders.

“y/n, what happened?” lucifer asked, trying his best to be gentle.

you shook your head. “levi and I got into a dumb fight.”

beel’s hands stilled. “levi did this?”

beginning to calm down, you sighed. “i honestly think this was a long time coming- not levi lashing out, but the fight itself. you know, one of those make-or-break points in a relationship.”

asmo nodded wisely. “let’s just hope this helps levi mature.”

“what am I going to do about levi?” lucifer rubbed his temples. “acting out like that is unacceptable.”

“honestly, I think his guilt is punishment enough,” asmo advised. “he definitely feels terrible about acting so violently and potentially hurting mc.” although you hadn’t explicitly said what caused the mess in the hall, they all seemed to figure it out.

“yeah.”

it had been a few days since you had seen levi. as much as it pained you to leave it like that, the ball was in his court and you had made it clear what he needed to do. you didn’t regret saying the things you said, but you wished you could’ve explained how you were feeling in a discussion rather than yell them in a fight. he did need to work on the things you said he needed to work on, but there probably was a better way you could have told him that.

it was hard not to automatically go to his room. you just wanted to flop down on his weird bed and hang out with him, but you couldn’t.

everyone had been a bit nicer to you, which was kind of sweet, but you just wanted everything to go back to normal.

groaning, you put your head down. there was a light knock on the door.

“yes?”

“mc,” it was levi, voice small. “i thought about what you said and you were right. i overreacted and accused you of things you didn’t do. i’m a terrible person. i shouldn’t have called you clingy because i was upset, as that’s not a good way to handle my feelings.” he sounded like he was reading off of cards, but it was definitely sincere.

“i shouldn’t have reacted aggressively. i could have seriously hurt you and i never want to be that person. i never want to be a person who could cause you harm. i know the pact protects you from me directly hurting you, but the shards from the plate could have struck you and seriously injured you. also, reacting with force is never the answer and i’m ashamed i did.” he paused, and you could hear him take a breath.

“i am insecure and jealous and i promise to work on that. i know you would never hurt me on purpose and were just being your nice self. you make every day better just by being there and if i have to get on my knees and grovel for you back, i will.”

standing, you opened the door. levi looked at you, amber eyes shining. he looked terrible.

“i accept your apology, but this can never happen again,” you warned him. “i’m sorry for yelling at you and stomping out too. thank you for being willing to work on yourself. i’ll try to be better too.”

levi rocked back and forth on his heels, unsure. “are you 100% certain? what if i mess up again? i’m just a gross otaku.”

“see, right there.” you pointed a finger at him. “that negative self-talk can’t continue. now get in here.”

he followed you to your bed, where you sat, back against the headboard.

“i missed you,” you admitted.

“missed you too.” levi brushed some of your hair out of your face. “i love you, even more than ruri-chan.”

you faked a gasp.

“even more than ruri-chan? that’s a lot of love!”

levi smiled, making you smile. “good thing i love you too, huh? maybe not more than ruri-chan, but you know how it is.”

“mc,” levi whined, “don’t do that to my poor heart.”

“yeah, yeah. now want to watch something?”

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vintagesimstress · 3 years

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1895 AF silk visiting/walking dress

Hello everyone!

Here comes a little late Easter gift for you: a shiny 1895 dress for your vintage sims. The inspo picture shows the model in nature, so I assume it means it was supposed to be worn outside, as a walking/promenade dress. It comes from an 1895-97 collection - pinning it down exactly as 1895 is just my poorly educated guess, as I had to settle for something. I'm so glad I can finally move on from winter to spring pieces! Even though the nature seems a bit confused as to what season it's supposed to be - we had a blizzard over here today, no kidding...

The dress comes in 24 swatches:

polycount: ca. 7K for LOD0

Base Game compatible

HQ mod compatible (pictures taken with the mod)

all LODs

custom thumbnail, bump and specular maps, shine & satin texture on everything

tagged as everyday, party and hot weather

found under long dress subcategory

colour tagged

allowed for random

PDN for recolours included - you don’t need it for the mesh to work. Let me know if you’d rather have the PSD file!

I can't believe it's only the second mid-1890s dress I made - the first one being my very first piece ever. The lack of dresses with huge puffs was precisely the reason why I learned to mesh in the first place, and it took me almost 2 years to finally go back to that original motivation!

Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do :). And of course, let me know if you notice any problems!

DOWNLOAD (free on Patreon, no ads)

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Don’t: claim it’s yours or monetise in any way

Do: convert, recolour, include the mesh, edit the mesh to create something amazing - just please tag me once you publish it, so that I could also see it!

#ts4cc #victorian #1890s #adultfemale #outfit #dress #walking dress

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haikyu characters with insecure s/o

inarizaki boys with insecure s/o

⚠️ tw mentions of slight ed

suna

-I doubt that he’ll care based on his personality. Most likely he wouldn’t even notice I know people like to say ‘ well when he really cares about someone’

-no .. I genuinely think he won’t care if you believe him or not because to him why would he be dating you if he didn’t think you were an all around great perosn

Your boyfriends eyes looked up from his phone legs twitching in anxiousness as he followed your soft eyes across the room landing on a girl that sat at the far end of the restaurant.

Your hand coming up so you could fiddle with it looking out the corner of your eye to find suna already looking at her

‘ god I knew it — he is looking at her kinda hard not to when she takes up the whole room ‘

You felt your body grow hot as you imagined yourself looking like her.

What would it be like to be her height, to be her weight and not have people talk about you , what would it be like to have a clear conscience free of self doubt ?

You sighed as you nibbled on the inside of your cheek trying to get out of your explosive mind. Breath only quickening when you felt sunas face turn to you before he scoffed and looked back to his phone in interest

“ tch her shoes are untied “

your eyebrows furrowed “ w-what “ your eyes darted over to the girl before dropping to her shoes “ h-her shoes are untied “

you shook your head before speaking “ but suna isn’t — don’t you think she’s pretty “

“ her shoes are untied “

“ yeah but — she’s pretty ? I don’t understand “

“ her shoes are untied “

“ what the hell suna why is that what you care about when she’s going on a remarkable height and she’s beautiful with clear skin that I work super hard to get I mean you’ve seen me try to every night with my routines “

he shook his head as if not listening to you before continuing to play a game on his phone that seemed to have all his attention

“ baby her shoes are untied “

“ what does— “

“ if she cant do something as small as tying her own shoes who’s to say she can care about any of the small things that I find important in a relationship “

your eyebrows relaxed “ I understand it may not seem like a big deal to you because you think she’s beautiful so her shoelaces don’t matter but if she can walk around with open shoe laces — who’s to say she won’t walk around with an open relationship? “

he made his character move around the screen as he sighed “ little things go a long way in my book and they mean a lot to me first impressions are everything “

You watched as his face remained stoic while he spoke in disinterest “ I don’t like hers “

you somewhat felt discouraged if he felt this strongly about shoelaces what did he feel about you ?

what about when you forgot to wash a dish ?

what about when you forgot to take a shower or even brush your hair that day ?

what if you’d forgotten to tie your shoes would he hate you and want to break up?

you moved slowly to push yourself away from the table trying to see if your shoelaces were tied only for sunas voice to come out In deep authority his annoyance playing in his voice next to you

“ stop babe your wearing flats “

you bit your bottom lip in fear he sounded annoyed and genuinely exhausted . You couldn’t help it just so many things were running through your mind that you may have done wrong

he moved to set his phone down on the table the word loser sprawled across the screen you knowing he gave up his gameplay for you making you feel even worse knowing that he’d never stop playing on his phone for anyone else

You bit harder at your lip as he turned to you his hands coming up right one to cradle your face and left to try to pull your lip from you teeth’s deathly hold

“ y/n come on let go “

you felt your body give in releasing your lip that had started to bleed you hadn’t even noticed how hard it was tucked away

he rubbed the small amount of blood away with his thumb onto a napkin wiping his hand off afterward to look into your eyes as he squished your face

his words having meaning as he spoke looking deeply into your eyes “ your fine y/n — you tie your shoelaces babe I swear “

Osamu

- Hes a bit more chill about it but also spots it quickly and immediately shuts it down. He hates you feeling insecure and will do nearly anything to make the feeling go away including giving you his lunch.

-but over time you stop accepting his lunch and that’s when he knows he needs to put his foot down because this insecurity thing is getting out of hand

“ y/n why aren’t you eating “

you smiled softly as you brung your head away from your boyfriend hands outstretched in a no motion as your eyes sprinted around the cafe looking for the one person who held everything you wanted

“ come on baby — your rice it’s getting cold “ his whiny voice came out as he clawed at your waist trying to pull you closer to him to get you to look at his pouted face.

“ fine whatever then i’ll just eat it all and i’ll never make you lunch again “ he puffed out as he moved to steal your second plate away he’d given you thinking it would encourage you to eat your first only for you to squint your eyes at a table in front of the both of you

His body moving on instinct to follow your eyes as you stared curiosily at the table.

His body turning hard as he noticed what was happening ‘ fucking hell ‘ he thought as he pushed the plate back in front of you ‘ again ‘

He moved to place his head on your shoulder speaking “ god look at ‘er she doesn’t even have any rice “

you tried to drown him out as he continued “ can you imagine actually enjoying yer lunch with no rice “ he scoffed “ almost sad “

he smiled as he dug his forehead into your shoulder “ but you eat rice baby “ he moved to kiss and nip at your neck “ and I love you for it your my rice baby “

“ r-rice baby “ he laughed “ osumu what is that babe“

“ ah I see that’s all it took huh ? “

“ hmm “

“ to get your attention away from the girl who lacks rice“

your eyebrows went down as you stared at her more.

Eyes racking over her plate before you looked down at yours eyes almost tearing up at that alone “ babe “

“ yes y/n “

“ can you go ge—just go get me a milk I swear i’ll drink it all “

he sat still for a moment forehead pressed to your neck before it fell to your shoulder and he finally dragged it down to the table.

His arm covering it giving his head its own home

“ hmm osumu babe can you do that i’ll give you the money back I swear I won’t waste it “

his voice came out soft as he hid his nervous emotion from you his bottom lip tucked away in his teeth right hand fidgeting with his pants

“ n-no you have to eat “

“ but osumu ple— “

“ e-eat first and i’ll go get the milk “ his eyes were creased in concern he knew he couldn’t look at you he would give in for the 5th time this week and just suck it up and go get the milk and leave you to eat no lunch and go all day without something to eat

“ I swear if you eat your lunch and f-finish it “ he started moving his legs in anxiousness

what if you hated him

“ then i’ll go get the milk “

“ why — “ you ripped your face away from the girls plate and turned to look at the back of your boyfriends head

“ osumu why are you doing this please — can you just go get the milk I didn’t bring my lunch card and I don’t have any money right now“

his leg moved up and down faster “ shit “ he let out quietly he knew he was cornered

“ baby I swear i’ll eat the lunch after the milk — swear it “

he knew there’d be no time for you to.

You’d have to eat one or the other and he just knew you would choose the milk

You two always did this he would give in and then go get it and come back and the bell would ring and you would leave your bento box and he would end up taking it home to stuff it full of the next days lunch

While he watched as you sat unhappily for the rest of the day.

Him hearing your stomach growling only for you to pass it off as the volleyball he just smacked down in his practice game

“ y/n babe — my love I can’t “

your body shook at his words

he can’t ?

“ you don’t have any lunch money or your card either ? “

he chewed into his lip harder “ no-no y/n I just I don’t want to “

your heart broke “ but osamu i’m hungry “

“ then eat the lunch I made for you in the bento box that you didn’t eat out of yesterday “

“ I—I don’t want that I want milk please “

“ why “ he got louder “ why do you want the milk huh“

“ because I “ you shut your mouth as he was now screaming to the ground his head still covered

could he not look at you ?

“ you don’t want the milk just because you want it you want the milk because that chick with no rice only drinks milk —- you want to be like her or some shit I know —I see it “

your heart dropped as it felt like your body had been weighed down “ what no I — I don’t “

“ yes you do why else are you always staring at her — you started working out — only drinking milk because she does it’s almost like she’s your inspiration isn’t that what you call it your body inspo“

“ i— osumu how dare you “

“ how dare I ? “ he laughed as his head whipped up to face you obvious hurt in his voice

“ how dare you when you make me watch you suffer and then you say shit like it’s fine i’ll eat at home only for me to call and your outside working out “

he grabbed your hands “ y/n baby this isn’t good ok you like food you love it so why are you so against it now “

you looked away as he pulled you into a hug

“ I know I can’t make you do anything but — please just eat your food today and then i’ll get you milk afterwards ok “

he moved to press a small kiss to your forehead as he moved the plate in front of you over “ let’s start working on ourselves today “

he placed the chopsticks in your shaky hand as he brung them up for a kiss “ we’ll create our own body inspo yeah ? “

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