#sometimes i still think about that high heel chair

[blushweddinggowns]

Prompt number 2 bc I’m praying for more jealous Steve content. Bc Eddie can be so oblivious and Steve can be such a bitch and those things are so important to me

Eddie was a glutton for self-punishment, that was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with on what the fuck he was doing here. Sitting at some random gay bar as he watched the man he loved dance the night away with his bestfriend.

He just had to volunteer to be their designated driver. Maybe it was stupid, but Eddie thought that y'know, a gay bar meant that no he would not have to watch Steve flirt with some randos. But he forgot the small detail that bisexual people existed. And he had seen at least three damn girls slip Steve their number.

Which was just...so fucking cruel. Why did life always have to do him so dirty? Eddie had thought that maybe...if they went to this type of place together Steve's mind would open up a bit. A stupid fucking thought honestly. Based off of nearly nothing. Like, okay sure, Steve was all touchy feely with him sometimes. When he was high or drunk suddenly Eddie became his personal chair. And he would say just...the sweetest shit. Going on and on about how happy he was to have met him, how he's so glad he's alive and well, how funny Eddie was, how nice and sweet and pretty and...and all of it had sent his traitorous brain into a tailspin that had him thinking he actually had a chance with a straight guy.

And the fucked up part was that Eddie had really tried to start doing the right thing. He put a little distance between them when he figured out that he was past a silly crush. No he was head over heels for the guy and he needed to get over it. Fast. And if he could just start saying no when Steve called to get high or have a few beers together he probably would have made some progress by now.

But no, he was still to eager for contact with him to say no. Which made him feel like a creep, always waiting around for Steve to be a little out of his mind just so he could get a hug.

When did he become so pathetic?

The only slight comfort he had tonight was the fact that he wasn't alone. It really wasn't fair to bring a straight guy to a place like this, but at least every guy who had eyes on Steve was going to have to suffer in silence with him.

And some of them were kind of cute. Cute enough for Eddie to try and use one as a distraction. He was sitting next to a preppy looking guy, talking to him a little bit. Maybe he shouldn't have set his eyes on someone that kind of looked like Steve, but fuck it. His name was Andrew, and he was nice, a good flirt. The perfect diversion for when Eddie could tear his eyes away from Steve.

And things were actually getting a little interesting with him. He had his hand on Eddie's arm, leaning in to loudly whisper everything he said in Eddie's ear. He was smiling at him, close enough for Eddie to see the pretty gold flakes in his eyes.

They weren't as pretty as Steve's but they'd do.

Andrew tucked a bit of Eddie's hair back behind his ear, leaning in again. But he didn't go for his ear this time, no, he was zeroing in right to Eddie's lips. Not that he was complaining, he let it happen, a sweet, light kiss that had zero time to escalate to more.

Because suddenly, someone was tugging at his arm, hard enough to force Eddie's whole body back, nearly out of his chair. He blinked, more than a little startled to see Steve coming out of nowhere, clinging onto him with that stupid, gorgeous smile.

"Eddieeee," Steve whined, completely ignoring Andrew's presence, "Robin ditched me to make out with someone in the bathroom."

Eddie couldn't help but smile a little bit, despite the fact that he was definitely interrupting what was probably the first good thing about this night. He glanced over at Andrew, who was staring at them, wide-eyed before saying, "Uh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"I don't-"

"I can't hear you in here," Steve loudly interrupted, looking adorably confused, "Come outside with me?"

If Eddie was smart, he would have gently pried Steve's hands off him before sending him off to find Robin. But...a drunk Steve was also a very cute and cuddly one. So fuck it, Eddie could find a rebound for his non-existent relationship next weekend.

He shrugged at Andrew, mouthing a quick apology at him before Steve started to drag him outside through the back door. Eddie half expected Steve to do his usual routine when he was toasted. Sweetly asking for a piggy back ride that Eddie literally could never refuse before falling asleep on his back. Then he'd get him in the car, wrangle Robin from wherever the hell she was, and they'd be off.

But the second they were stepping outside Steve was straightening up and stepping back, to Eddie's immediate confusion. He leaned against the wall, glaring at Eddie in a way he had never seen. Or at least directed at him.

"So," Steve started, his tone way too close to how he sounded when one of the kids pissed him off, "Who was that guy? You looked pretty cozy in there."

Eddie's brain was still struggling to catch up to the change in atmosphere here. But he tried to answer anyway, "I mean we were but-wait. Why are you not drunk? You were literally just-"

"It's called acting dipshit," Steve mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Which ow, rude. But his next words hurt even more, "Not like I have a choice, since you only seem to like me when I'm fucked up."

Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest. He didn't-oh no. Oh god. Steve figured out he was a creep. A creep who was probably moments away from getting his ass handed to him.

Eddie swallowed, at a loss for what to say. But he still tried, "I-look dude it's um, it's not like that. I didn't- I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable-"

"Then why the fuck would you kiss another guy right in front of me?"

Okay. That was enough of that. Yes, Steve could be mad about him being creepy, but no he couldn't be mad over having to bear witness for a gay kiss at a gay bar, "Well if I had known that you were apparently only okay with seeing girls kiss each other I wouldn't have come out tonight at all! Honestly Steve, how can you even say that? Like that is some real dumbass levels of homophobia, even for you. I thought the King Steve thing had died-"

"Shut the fuck up oh my god," Steve hissed out, "Are you really that damn dense? That's what you think I'm upset about? Are you fucking kidding me? And I'm the dumbass?"

"Then why are you mad?" Eddie half asked, half yelled.

“I’m not mad," Steve seethed, like he didn't look about five seconds away from choking Eddie out, "I...I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Maybe he really was drunk after all. Because now he wasn't making any damn sense.

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, beyond frustrated, "Who Steve? Like, I'm sorry to break this to you but not all of us can fucking look like you do alright? We're not all charming, golden Adonis basketball players okay? And sometimes you need to take what you can get. And there was nothing wrong with Andrew-"

"You think I look like a golden Adonis?" Steve interrupted, a weird expression on his face. He looked almost...hopeful? But that didn't make any sense.

"That's what you got out of that?" Eddie asked, exasperated, "I-come one dude. You know you're hot. But that's not my point."

"Well it's mine!" Steve groaned. He was biting his lips, a very distracting nervous habit that Eddie had picked up on, "Because what the fuck are we even doing? You think I'm so hot, so charming, so great, and you decide to kiss someone else in front of me? What the fuck is that? Do you like seeing me jealous? Do you get off on me pining? Please explain."

You see, that was the funny thing about Eddie's brain. One second he was lost, staring at Steve's red, bitten lips, and the next he was desperately trying to catch up with what just came out of his mouth. All of it the perfect blend to effectively shut his brain off completely.

Eddie stared at him, his words as dumb as how his face probably looked, "I-what? Huh?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at him, "Are we really doing this? Are you going to pretend like it's all in my head?"

"I-no. I just-please explain," Eddie is pretty damn sure he had never stuttered through a sentence that hard in his life.

"I've been coming on to you for months and you just keep giving me all of these mixed signals and..." Steve sighed, looking away, "I'm so sick of it Eddie. If you don't like me just say that! Stop whatever this is. Because it's mean and you know it. If you want a better option then just take it already and leave me alone."

He-what-that didn't even- Steve was straight, wasn't he? And now the stuttering had invaded his thoughts. Because if he actually understood all of that then...

He was the biggest idiot on the planet.

And his stunned silence was not helping anything.

Steve sighed, pushing himself away from the wall. He turned away, "I'm going to find Robin. We can just...act like this didn't happen I guess. I'm done."

Eddie had to give himself on thing, at least his body was working a lot faster than his brain. Steve barely had time to take a single step away before he was shooting his hand out to grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

"I didn't know you were an option!" Eddie blurted out, his heart hammering in his chest, "I-Stevie I thought all of it was in my head. I-I thought that you were straight and we were just hanging out-"

"You think I sit in the laps of my other guy friends?" Steve asked, completely unimpressed, "While playing with their hair and calling them beautiful? Really, dude?"

Eddie nodded, sure and fast, "Steve, I had to do my senior year three damn times. I'm not always the smartest okay? And in my defense you never mentioned like dudes-"

"Yes I have," Steve interrupted, "When you came out to me, I told you to your face that I understand. That I could relate about hiding things and not talking about it. I literally said we were in the same boat. What else could that mean?"

Eddie remembered that, crystal clear. But..."I thought you were talking about PTSD, not secretly being into dudes."

"One dude," Steve corrected, but he was relaxing a little, thank fuck. Maybe Eddie could still fix this.

He took a deep breath, using his hold on Steve's wrist to pull him closer. His hands were fucking shaking, bad enough for Steve to almost certainly notice when he rested them on his hips.

This was it, he might as well be as clear as humanly possible, "I am so into you. Like a scary amount. Like I'm...borderline in love with you."

He was completely in love with him, but he didn't have the balls to say that bit out loud. He kept going, "And I didn't know you felt the same way. At all. Like I am dangerously close to having a stroke from hearing all of that. You kind of flipped my world upside down there."

Steve huffed out a laugh. Eddie may have fucked up everything leading up to this point, but Steve was eating his little speech right up. He shuffled a little closer, wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck with a small smile, "Keep going."

"I thought that I had no chance. I mean even tonight, people couldn't stop looking at you. And you got those numbers-"

"I threw them away," Steve interrupted, "You missed that part."

He had definitely missed that part, too caught up in his own head. But that didn't stop a smile from breaking out on Eddie's face, "Good. Because if you want me, you have me. I'm all yours, in any way you want me. Understand? Fuck, Stevie if I had known any of this we'd be the ones making out in the bathroom right now. And I'm sorry about..."

For the life of him Eddie couldn't remember his name, not when he had Steve smiling at him in his arms, "The other guy. But it literally means nothing to me. Not if I get to have you. Do...do I get to have you?"

Steve hummed, pretending to think about it while he played with a lock of Eddie's hair, "I guess that depends. Is making out in the bathroom still on the table?"

"Fuck yes it is."

Steve grinned, leaning up to press the sweetest little kiss to the side of Eddie's mouth, "Then I guess you have me then."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #silly steddie #asks #bitch steve #i think this might be helping? #with the inspiration lack? #unsure #but thank you for the prompt <3 #Honestly I really prefer jealous Eddie #but for you anon you'll get jealous Steve! #Robin meanwhile is having the time of her life in that bathroom #let the girl have her hoe phase #poor andrew #lol #im pretty sure this isn't the first time ive fucked over an andrew #one more to go~

[luxsky]

Acotar characters; "you're staring" "you're beautiful"

Summary: ACOTAR characters + Twitter trend "you're staring" "you're beautiful"

Warnings: Moderately inaccurate political economy information, I think that's it (let me know if I missed anything)

Author's Note: Okay, I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you enjoy!

Rhysand

Ruling a court comes with various responsibilities, including dealing with accounting. Deciding how much money goes into each aspect, where there will be investments or cuts, handling the demand for buying and selling prices, export profits, and import expenses – these are the matters a High Lord has to deal with.

And Rhysand hates it; he dislikes mathematics, numbers, and especially thinking about all the headaches that economics brings him. That's why, when we got married and he made me his High Lady to reign by his side, I volunteered to handle that part – the part he disliked but I enjoyed.

So, while Rhysand deals with the political aspects that don't interest me, I handle the ones that don't interest him. We often work together, despite having separate offices. We also have a shared one because, even though we sometimes prefer working alone, most of the time, we choose to work together, not only to spend time together but also to enjoy each other's company and deal with any situation requiring the other's opinion.

"I think we should invest more in the export of artistic materials," I say to him, standing on the plush rug in the office, papers scattered on the floor from where I was previously sitting. I've analyzed these two specific papers in my hands for several minutes, pacing back and forth until reaching this conclusion.

"Well, we could do that, but the demand would increase, and we'd have to invest in structures for mass production of materials," he murmurs in response, not lifting his head from his stack of papers, filled mostly with reports from spies and armies.

"Urgh, okay, let me look into that," I crouch down, sitting on my heels as I shuffle through the scattered papers on the floor, searching for specific ones.

I make a satisfied noise when I find what I need, also grabbing a pen and starting to scribble some calculations and values on a blank sheet. Information here, consequences there, trying to find the best way to expand the Night Court's export market.

Rhys's pen stops, and I glimpse a movement from the corner of my eye, but I'm too focused on what I'm writing. I search for another paper, Mother, I should start organizing myself better. I lean to reach it, using the values there to compare with the ones I noted down, another paper comes to my hand, and my head is filled with numbers, values, and variations.

At some point, my concentration begins to wane because I feel eyes piercing my side. Perhaps my partner is trying to hint that my murmurs are bothering him, or maybe he wants to say something and is waiting for the right moment.

I put the papers back on the floor and look at him. Contrary to what I imagined, he's leaning back in his chair, a smirk on his lips, and his arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't look away or say anything, so I make a face and go back to shuffling my papers, still feeling the burn of his gaze on me.

"Rhysand, love, you're staring," I murmur, starting to stack the papers I had spread all over the floor, attempting a fake organization. I hear the sound of his chair scraping on the floor, and I look up to see him in front of me, crouching to be at the same height as me.

The smile on his face grew. "You're beautiful, dear, especially when dealing with all this math," he murmurs, and his hands cup my cheeks, his thumb caressing my face.

"Well, someone has to do the hard work, don't they?" I reply playfully, mirroring his smile. Rhysand leans in, kissing my lips, then my nose, forehead, and finally my cheeks. He continues planting various kisses all over my face, and I'm laughing by the end when he pulls away, looking at me with a loving gaze.

My laughter slowly fades, but the smile remains on my face. "You're my clever and beautiful little thing, dear," he murmurs, planting a final, very slow kiss on my forehead.

Cassian

Waking up early is one of the things highlighted on my list of things I hate and prefer not to do. My routine has always been organized with the goal of waking up as late as possible without disrupting my responsibilities.

And this routine worked perfectly until Cassian and I started living together, and he decided that my routine was somewhat unhealthy, insisting that I should start the day with him. The problem is, my beloved partner has a bizarre predisposition to wake up very easily before the sun even thinks about rising. And he doesn't rest until he wakes me up too.

"Come on, babe, we still need to have breakfast before we start training," his voice muffled as my face is buried under two pillows and protected by a thick blanket. "If you don't get up soon, we'll be late."

"Cassian, how could we be late if the sun hasn't even woken up yet?" Irritation in my voice is palpable, but perhaps the pillows somehow contained that annoyance in their feathers because the Illyrian has the audacity to laugh, a loud laughter that comes from the depths of his chest.

Before I could curse him with every name I know, my blanket is abruptly pulled off my body. As I cling to the pillows, trying to prevent him from taking them away, I feel the mattress shifting and his weight being placed on me. Peeking under the pillow, his forearms are bracing on either side of my body, preventing his entire weight from resting on me. His wings are spread, and a few strands of his hair escape from the bun.

"Are you going to get up, or do I have to take these pillows away too?" His voice is pure amusement, and I'm sure he's wearing that typical smirk of his.

With a very dissatisfied sigh, I push the pillows up, removing them from my face. As I suspected, his smile is evident on his lips, Cassian's face hovering above mine, very close.

I make a face and poke his cheek with my finger. "You really have no fear of death, do you?" Despite my words, the irritation of being woken up so early is set aside for a moment. Cassian's face so close to mine erases any resentment I could have for him being a morning person.

"Not when it's this beautiful," his hand moves, pushing strands of hair away from my face, his features softening. His eyes travel across the expanse of my face, and he's so focused on tracing the contours of my cheeks with his finger that he doesn't realize he's been doing it for a few minutes.

"You're staring, General," I murmur, a playful smile forming on my lips as I see his eyes darken with the title used. His finger doesn't stop caressing my cheek, but his face descends a bit, his lips hovering a few inches from mine.

He whispers to me, his breath mixing with mine, "With a sight like this? You can't blame me." He doesn't wait a second after finishing the sentence to press our lips together, a warm and desire-filled kiss.

My hands grab his hair, and the bun easily unravels as I grip the strands, his mouth dancing over mine as our tongues connect and dance. When he breaks the kiss, it's only because we need to breathe, but he plants soft and quick kisses while stabilizing his breath, then descending and leaving a trail of wet kisses on my neck.

I bring his face up, looking into his eyes, the previous amusement replaced by lust. My arched eyebrow and mischievous smile draw his eyes back to my lips. Before he can kiss me again, I speak.

"I thought we were going to be late for training if I didn't get up soon." The amusement in my voice prompts an eye roll from him in response.

"Screw the training; my only commitment now is with your body." And his lips resume leaving trails of kisses, descending from my neck to my collarbone. Laughter escapes me as his wife reverberates throughout the room, Cassian focusing on kissing me everywhere.

Azriel

Azriel's lips passionately met mine, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer. I'm a complete mess; one of my hands supports me on his arm, while the other grabs his hair. My feet barely touch the ground, striving for height to reach his lips. His warm mouth against mine, our tongues entwining, he pulls back just enough to capture my lower lip between his teeth, causing delightful shivers.

His hand moves up to my neck; his thumb rests on my chin, tilting my face upward. His lips trail down, planting a kiss on my jaw and then on my neck. He lightly bites and kisses the spot that never fails to elicit sighs from me.

As he pulls away, I open my eyes, meeting his brown, sparkling eyes admiring my face. His hands cup my cheeks, a small smile playing on his lips. My lip throbs, feeling swollen, yet Azriel gazes at me with such devotion that all I can do is smile back, my heart racing as if it's the first time he's touched me this way. It isn't, but my body seems to forget that in the moment.

Azriel continues watching me, but my attention is momentarily diverted as a bright flash catches my peripheral vision. I turn my head, his hand moving from my cheek to hold mine as I observe stars falling from the sky. They start timidly, but as seconds pass, more appear, the sky glowing with the trails they leave behind.

I love this. I love the starfall, sharing the moment with my partner, and more than that, I love how he still hasn't taken his eyes off me, even though the brilliant sky is far more beautiful and interesting to watch.

"You're staring," I murmur, my eyes still fixed on the sky. Azriel wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind, his wings blocking the wind around us. He places a gentle kiss on the top of my head, then lowers his lips to my ear, whispering in response.

"You're so beautiful; it's hard not to look, my love." His voice in that tone is incredibly sensual, and the shadows dancing on my arms as I hold onto his bring a delightful sensation.

I don't respond with words; instead, I send all the love and warmth I can through the golden bond that connects us. My eyes remain fixed on the stars detaching from the sky above us, but I'm sure he's still trying to study any detail he hasn't memorized yet, even with our closeness.

Feyre

The sun warming my skin is a very welcome sensation, the fabric of the sheet that Feyre and I spread on the grass earlier is a bit disheveled, but I don't mind.

The comfortable silence we're in is filled with occasional sounds of pages turning in my book and the strokes Freyre makes on her canvas. I lie on my stomach, reading the new suspense novel my lovely partner gifted me a few days ago. The story is at a particularly tense point, a crucial revelation is imminent, and I can feel it.

This may have been one of the best ideas Feyre had in the last month. She was recently inspired to paint landscapes and planned an outdoor day. With all the shared love, she asked if I wanted to accompany her. We didn't go far, choosing a spot near the Sidra River. We arrived in the early afternoon and planned to stay until the sun gave way to the moon.

Despite wanting to continue reading, Feyre's gaze distracts me. Giving up on reading, I sit up, looking at her. From my angle, I can't see what she's painting very well, but the paints are still scattered around us, and she's still holding the brush, so I deduce she hasn't finished the painting.

"Baby, you're staring," I stretch, trying to see what she's painting, curious to see her progress, but she quickly pulls the canvas away from my view. The warmth that fills her cheeks as she looks away from me gives me a hint as to why she was staring at me.

A mischievous smile forms on my lips. I lean forward, innocently running the tip of my nail on her bare leg. "You know, when you said you wanted to paint the landscape, I didn't think you were referring to me."

She chuckles at the teasing, rolling her eyes as she mumbles something. She places the canvas in one of the paints, away from my sight, and turns to me, her hand reaching to grab mine. Her finger is smeared with paint, and as she runs it over me, I get stained with the hue she was using, but I don't complain.

"You're too beautiful; it's hard to capture you in a painting," she confesses to me. Her brown eyes meet mine, her freckles reflecting the sunlight and seeming to glow. It's ironic for Feyre to say this about me; the beauty she carries is otherworldly, yet I am the one challenging to be captured in paints.

"Pfft, you can turn anything into the most beautiful art, Fey," I roll my eyes at her, her hand drawing a pattern on mine gently. "But I can be your muse whenever you want. I don't mind how long it takes for you to finish your painting."

She smiles at my response. Her other hand, which previously held the brush, holds my face tenderly, and she stares at me for a few more seconds in silence, studying and analyzing my face, imprinting the details with her eyes and fingertips. When she finishes, she goes back to grab the canvas and the brush, speaking excitedly.

"Alright then, get into a comfortable position. This will probably take some time," she starts mixing colors and dipping them into the brush as I lean back, sitting in a more comfortable way.

When she resumes painting, I'm still laughing, and as the sun sets, giving way to the moon, she remains focused, alternating her gaze between me and the canvas, until she completes her masterpiece.

Nesta

In this, Nesta and I have developed a small tradition in our relationship. At least once a month, we go to any bookstore we choose at the moment, even if we don't plan to buy any books or have only bought a few days ago. We simply go, wander around the store, and talk – sometimes we browse through books on the shelves, other times we just observe. It doesn't matter much what we do in the bookstore; we just go.

That's why the day after I return from a political trip to the Day Court, Nesta wakes me up early. We have breakfast together, then leisurely stroll to a new bookstore that opened while I was away. The place is beautiful and cozy, the smell of books is relaxing, and Nesta's hand in mine brings a sense of comfort. We are almost at the back of the bookstore, in the erotic books section, when one of the covers catches my attention.

"Oh! Helion had this book in his library; I read it while I was there." I release Nesta's hand to pick up the book. The cover is as discreet as the title; at first glance, nothing would indicate the content inside this book, except for the category it belongs to.

I flip through the book, reading some random passages and recalling the story. A laugh escapes my throat as I turn to Nesta and show her one of the excerpts. "Look at this."

Nesta's eyebrow arches as she reads the passage I showed her. A quieter laugh, compared to mine, also escapes her, and her eyes meet mine as she says, "Well, it's a... uninteresting scene."

I nod, agreeing with her, and turn back to the shelf, running my finger over the covers. "I really didn't expect that while reading, although it makes sense when compared to the rest of the story." Then I briefly start recounting the story – how the main couple faced various challenges when together but always had a significant tension between them.

I pick up another book, turning the cover and reading its summary. It seems interesting. "Look, Nes, it's from that new author you were interested in. The story sounds good; it's about..."

When I turn to show her the book I found, she still has the previous book in her hands, open to the page I handed her. Her eyes stare at me with an affectionate gaze, causing my cheeks to flush with the attention she gives me, and I release a nervous giggle.

"Darling, you're staring at me," I murmur, shyness covering my voice. This seems to snap Nesta out of the trance she was in because she blinks, very slowly, and a mischievous smile forms on her lips – a smile that sends shivers down my spine.

She closes the book in her hands, takes the one in mine, and puts both back on the shelf, pulling me close to her. "You look too beautiful when you talk about the books you like," she murmurs, her lips nearing mine.

Her eyes burn with mischief, her hand moves up to my nape, pulling me closer, our lips inches apart. "Tell me more about the book, about all the books you read while you were away," her lips meet mine in the next moment.

Morrigan

Morrigan's dissatisfied murmurs filled my ears as I watched her argue with herself through the vanity mirror about the three dresses scattered on the bed. Smiling at her indecision, I resumed applying makeup, finishing the products on my eyes and cheeks, adding color and life to my face.

Digging into Mor's vanity drawer, I searched for a lipstick to complement the outfit I chose for the night. Once I found the perfect shade, I glanced back at the mirror.

Swiftly applying the lipstick, I examined my face—it was perfect and would be even more so when I put on the golden earring that matched Mor's. With that thought, I sought her reflection and found her staring at me through the mirror with a puzzled look, still undecided on her choice. Turning to face her, still seated on the stool, I raised my eyebrows at her pout, and she scrutinized me with puppy-dog eyes.

"You're staring, babe," I stood up, approaching the bed with the intention of helping her choose her outfit but was interrupted when she pulled me close, pressing her body against mine. Her eyes descended to the lips I had just painted, now adorned with a mischievous smile.

"You're beautiful; I can't help but look," I playfully rolled my eyes, accustomed to her flattery.

She brushed a strand of my hair back, clearing it from my face, and leaned forward, sealing our lips. I got lost in the kiss, engulfed in the passion she radiated. Our mouths moved in harmony; my hand held her face, preventing her from pulling away. We only broke the kiss because we needed air. As her lips moved far enough from mine for coherent thought, I noticed the color on hers.

She furrowed her brows, confused by my exasperated sigh. When I quickly distanced myself and walked back to the vanity, she became even more perplexed. Until I looked at myself in the mirror and realized the chaos my face had become—lipstick smeared everywhere, ruining the makeup I had done.

I groaned and turned to her, attempting to hide a laugh behind her fist, "Morrigan," I whined, "now I have to clean up and redo it."

She approached again, her hands running up my arms and stopping at the base of my neck, her fingertips playing with my hair. "Well, at least I'll have more time to decide what to wear," she chuckled loudly as I huffed indignantly.

#fanfic #acotar #rhysand #rhysand x reader #x reader #a court of thorns and roses #azriel x reader #cassian #cassian x reader #azriel shadowsinger #Azriel #feyre x reader #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #nesta x reader #nesta archeron #morrigan x reader #Morrigan #rhysand x you #azriel x you #cassian x you #nesta x you #Morrigan x you #feyre archeron x reader #nesta archeron x reader

[word-wytch]

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Eddie x Teacher!Reader

Chapter 1/? 3.5k Series Masterlist

✏︎ Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.

While you struggle starting over in a place you never thought you would return, Eddie struggles feeling stuck in a place he can’t manage to leave — until you offer to help him.

Of all the lessons learned, the most important are the ones you teach each other.

✏︎ Series CW: forbidden romance, slow burn, perv!eddie, smut (18+ mdni), true love, internal conflict, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)

A/N: I've poured my heart and soul into this one.

Fourth period English was the only class that Eddie Munson could seem to pay attention in, though not exactly to the lessons. 

He propped his cheek against his knuckles as he watched you from the back of the classroom.

“See, everything is filtered through Holden’s limited first person narration, so we get really pure insight into how he sees the world, but we also have to take it with a grain of salt,” you said, delicate heels clicking against the tile floor as you paced back and forth. “We see what he pays attention to, and therefore what we ought to pay attention to as readers.”

Eddie’s eyes traced the curve of your waist, over the back of your tweed pencil skirt as you turned to place the chalk back on the ledge at the bottom of the board. It was hugging you in all the right places, as it did every time you wore it. His favorite.

“Alright let’s break out the quotes and notes assignment from chapter ten. Who would like to share their thoughts on a quote with the class?” 

Your eyes scanned the room. Students shifted in their chairs in an awkward silence before a hand shot up in the front row. 

“Nancy,” you smiled and gestured to her, “Take the floor.” 

“Ok so one of the quotes I picked out was where he says ‘I damn near gave my kid sister Phoebe a buzz, though. I certainly felt like talking to her on the phone. Someone with sense and all.’ I think it’s really interesting that he says that she has sense,” said Nancy.

Eddie barely registered a word of what Nancy said. He was too transfixed on your shirt, the way the fabric parted at the buttons when you leaned in just the right way. Sometimes if he was lucky he could catch a flash of skin, a glimpse of delicate lace from your bra. It almost made him wish he would have picked a seat closer to the front of the class. 

Nancy continued. “Right now he’s surrounded by very mature things at the hotel that he’s trying to make sense of and has really negative opinions about. He keeps thinking of his little sister though, and that’s always positive, so that’s in contrast to the rest of what’s going on.”

“Thank you, Nancy, that’s exactly right. A juxtaposition, very perceptive of you.”

Eddie shifted in his seat, feeling his pants start to tighten. 

“Does anyone else have a quote they’d like to share their thoughts on with the class?”

Chairs creaked, a few legs scooted loudly against the floor in the restless silence. A sniffle.

“Come on, Nancy can’t carry this entire class.” You tapped your fingers on the desk behind you. “Well, I know she could but I’m not going to let her,” you said, giving her a little wink.

Still silence. 

“Alright, fine.” You glanced around at the rows of averted eyes until yours settled on the young man in the leather jacket seated at the very back far right corner of the classroom. “Eddie,” you said with a gentle smile. 

His dark eyes shot up, face flushing. 

“Do you have any thoughts on what you read in chapter ten last night?”

Eddie licked his lips, casting his eyes downward in thought. “I uh,” his mouth was like cotton, “No I don’t really think I… understood the chapter,” he said, giving a sheepish grin. The soft pout of disappointment on your pretty lips made his stomach drop.

“I don’t think he can even read the chapter,” muttered the blonde athlete in the seat next to him.  

“Jason,” you began, but Eddie didn’t miss a beat.

“I don’t think you can even read your girlfriend,” he said, to which the class awakened audibly.

Jason shot daggers at Eddie. “Why don’t you quit talking to her and find a girlfriend closer to your  age, huh? There’s plenty at the senior home across the street.”

The class erupted in laughter.

“Stop it, both of you!” you shouted over the din. “The next person to make another sound has detention,” you said sternly. The class grew quiet again, allowing space for your voice to soften. “Eddie, please see me after class.”

“Oooh,” mocked Jason as he sat back and laughed.

“Jason, detention.”

“What? No!”

“I told you, the next person to speak has detention. I don’t make idle threats.”

Eddie’s lips curled into a satisfied grin as he watched you command the room.

“Please,” Jason begged,  “It’s the last practice before the game tomorrow.”

“No. You can use your time in detention to work on practicing some self control.”

Jason huffed and shot Eddie another glare but Eddie’s eyes were fixed on his desk, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his face contorted. It took all of his strength to bite back a laugh.

You sighed and leaned back on your desk at the front of the classroom. “Now then,” you started, composing yourself, “I’ll be very curious to read all of your assigned journal entries from this chapter, since clearly so many of you have something to say.”

Chairs shifted. A cough.

“Alright, pass them forward,” you said, gesturing to the class. 

The room was filled with the sound of sheets being torn from notebooks, binders opening, paper shuffling. The students passed the pages forward up the four rows and you walked by to collect them.

“Why don’t we spend the last fifteen minutes of class silently reading the book, hm? Then maybe tomorrow we might have something to talk about.”

You returned to sit at your desk with the papers as the students opened up their books. 

Eddie dug his beat up copy of The Catcher in the Rye out of the mess of his backpack. The red, soft cover spine was beginning to peel away from abuse.

He opened it up to a random page and began to gloss over the words but none of them registered. His mind was too full of other images — the arch of your back, the way you toyed at your lips with your finger in thought, of what you would look like bent over that desk of yours with him on top of you.

Fifteen minutes passed like this. The bell rang. 

Eddie waited in his seat as the other students filed out of the classroom, turning to bury the book in his backpack in an effort to avoid Jason, but it didn’t matter.

“Watch it, freak. I mean it, I’ve got my eyes on you,” said Jason, to which Eddie simply raised his eyebrows in mock fear.

After the last student left, Eddie slowly approached you, dragging his feet a little as he walked. 

You swiped the last of the chalk from the board with the eraser, leaving a small cloud of dust as you turned to face him. 

“Sorry for the outburst today.” The chain on his wrist rattled as he brought a hand to his chest, “I meant no disrespect,” he said earnestly. “Well, I did to Jason, but never to you.”

You returned a soft smile, “Thanks, I appreciate the apology even though I can see that you weren’t exactly the instigator.” 

“Yeah, well, Jason, like any basic primate, seems to think that any male who comes within three feet of his mate is a threat.”

A snort escaped you. Basic primate.  

Eddie’s eyes crinkled, his smile contagious. “Besides, Chrissy’s the one who came over to talk to me anyway.”  

You sighed and shook your head, not really knowing what to say.

“Sorry, I know, I’ll stop.”

You gave him a gracious look and took a deep breath to compose yourself, “Eddie,” you started.

His mouth curved ever so slightly as he relished in the way his name rolled off your tongue.

“We’ve been in class for about a month now,” you began, “You haven’t turned in an assignment in the last two weeks.”

Eddie scratched the back of his head, “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Now I might be new to teaching here, but I know this isn’t your first time in this class, nor your second. Clearly there must be some part of you that wants to graduate, or else you would have just dropped out two years ago, right?” you asked, searching his eyes. “You don’t strike me as the sort of person who does anything they don’t want to do.”

Eddie smirked, “It’s only been a month and you already know me so well, miss.”

There was something about the way that he said it that brought a heat to your cheeks. You tucked your hair behind your ear in an attempt to hide it. “Well, what do you think we can do about this little conundrum then? I don’t want to see you fail.” 

“I dunno, maybe I just… need a little help?” he said sheepishly.  

You hummed, bringing a curved finger to your lips in thought. “I want to help you, but you have to be willing to put in some effort.”

“I know, I’ve been totally slacking. That’s on me. I can change that,” he said assuredly, “I promise.”

You smiled softly at his earnestness. “If you’re willing to put in the effort, I would be open to tutoring you. I have some time after school today if you want to stop by my classroom, we can come up with a game plan then.”

Eddie’s dark eyes widened at the suggestion, “I’d appreciate that very much, miss.”

You gave a nod, “Sure thing. I’ll see you after school then. I’ll be here.”

 “See ya later,” he said, grabbing his well worn backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. “Oh, and,” he turned back toward you, closing the distance between you even further. His eyes lingered over your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you half whispered.

You turned toward your desk to gather the papers in as neat a pile as you could manage with the frayed edges left by spiral notebooks and placed them in your fourth period grading folder. The bell rang out again through the halls signaling lunch period. You grabbed your purse from under your desk and closed the classroom door behind you. 

Walking through the halls of Hawkins High was like a strange recurring dream. Same drop ceiling, same tile floor. Same weird smell when you walked past the science room. The same cliques too — the jocks, the burnouts, the party animals. This time with less bell bottoms and fringe, more leg warmers and hairspray. Surprisingly little had changed. 

You opened the door to the teacher’s lounge adjacent to the cafeteria. The wood paneled walls and old carpet were much less familiar to you than the hallways and classrooms you had spent countless hours in. It was strange to be on this side of things now.

“How’s your day going so far, sweetie?” chimed Ms. Click, putting the glass coffee pot back on the warmer. 

“Oh, you know, just another day of pulling teeth from my class. I swear Nancy Wheeler was the only one who read the chapter last night.”

A swoon swept across the room. “Oh Nancy, she really is such a bright star isn’t she?” Ms. Click remarked, her voice sweet like table sugar.  “You know she kind of reminds me of you when you were her age, doesn’t she, Doris?” 

Doris O’Donnell hummed and pursed her lips with a little nod.

“Well, smarts-wise anyway. Boy I try not to pick favorites but you certainly were a pleasure to have in class. If I’m remembering right you were valedictorian, weren’t you?” 

You offered a weak smile, “Yep, class of ’74.”

“’74? Goodness it hasn’t been that long has it? Gosh we sure are getting old aren’t we?” she called over to Ms. O’Donnell, the beads on her glasses chain rattling as she laughed, “Oh goodness I don’t mean you sweetie,” she said, putting her hand on yours reassuringly, “Heck if I didn’t know you I would have mistaken you for a student!”

“Thank you Ms. — I mean Peggy.” You grabbed a mug from the stack and turned it over in your hands. #1 Teacher. The matte apple and text printed on the front of it was fading with age. You filled it with coffee and and grabbed a small open milk carton sitting nearby, watching the cream swirl in the mug before taking a seat at one of the three round tables with plastic veneer to look like wood. 

“Gosh, you know I don’t mean to pry, but with such a pretty face to match the good head on your shoulders I would have thought you’d have a different last name by now.”

You stared into your coffee, feeling the ghost of the ring on your finger. “Ah, yeah. Almost, but… it didn’t work out.” 

“Oh — I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t realize.”

“It’s um — it’s fine.”

“You know there’s plenty of lovely young bachelors at St. Michael’s, we’re having a potluck tonight if you want to come.” 

It took all of your strength to hide a visible grimace. Sounds delightful. “No thanks, I can’t. I’ve offered to tutor a student after school today.”

“Who might that be?” asked Ms. Click.

“Eddie Munson.” 

The whole room groaned. 

Ms. O’Donnell cackled from her corner, her toad-like face contorting. “Good luck. I’ve been stuck with him for the last three years. Honestly I don’t know why he’s still in school. He’s too old to be here anymore if you ask me.”

Your eyes shot up from your coffee. “Well, he must have some desire to be here or otherwise he wouldn’t be. Isn’t it our duty as teachers to help students achieve milestones?” 

Ms. O’Donnell huffed, “Oh yeah, he needs help alright. None that I can give him though.” 

“I can imagine that help would be a difficult thing to offer while putting him down.”

She snorted, “Sure sweetie. Say some magic words of encouragement, that’ll do the trick. Hey, pick me up a little fairy dust too while you’re at it.” 

Laughter rang out across the teachers lounge.

Your lips formed a hard line as you popped open the tupperware container which held your salad.  

“Keep us posted, will you? We’re all dying to know how it goes.”

______

You could hear the lockers slamming shut as the din in the hallway began to die down, students filtering out with the last bell of the day. You flipped through the pile of notebook papers on your desk, making small notes on each one with a green pen before setting them onto the neat pile in front of you. You never liked to use red, too harsh. 

There was a strange feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t seem to shake. You wondered if perhaps the chicken on your salad had sat in the fridge for a few days too many. 

Your eyes shot up from your papers as you heard footsteps at the door. “Hey, Eddie.”

Eddie flashed you a smile and a little wave as he dragged a chair from the far corner of the room to the empty spot across from you and plunked himself down in it.

“How are you?” you asked.

“Oh, you know, just another day in suburban paradise.”

You chuckled dryly, “Yeah, you could say that again.”

Eddie fiddled with his rings, twisting them as he looked at you with those big dark eyes.

“So first off, let’s talk about the book we’re reading in class. Have you read any of it?”

“I did read the first few chapters, kind of lost interest though, sorry,” he admitted.

You nodded curtly. “The Catcher in the Rye seems to be a fairly polarizing book from my experience. Some students love it, others hate it. I myself am in the former camp, of course. I tend to find that most of the people who don’t like it just don’t quite understand it.”

Eddie gave a short puff of air through his nose. “I could say the same thing about most of the shit I’m interested in.”  

You smiled sympathetically. “Is reading not really your thing?”

“Actually, contrary to the opinion of a certain primate, I do like to read.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Really? Like what?”

“Fantasy mostly, The Lord of the Rings, really anything Tolkien writes. I’ve read those books a few times through actually,” he said, “Probably kind of stupid to read the same thing over and over when you could be reading other things, but — ”

“No, that’s not stupid at all! I’ve read them more than once too, actually.” Your eyes were sparkling. “They’re some of my favorites.”

Eddie sat back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips. “You? A geek? Never would have guessed.”

You smirked at him. You couldn’t quite tell if he was being sarcastic or serious. “Actually incorporating world building with storytelling the way that Tolkien does is something I’ve always tried to emulate in my own writing.”

“Your own writing?” Eddie shifted in his chair, leaning in.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, glancing downward, wishing you could suck the words back into your mouth.  

“You write books?”

“I… don’t know if you could quite call them books if they aren’t published, or totally finished but — I do like to write stories.”

Eddie’s eyes were enormous. “Can I read them? Oh please let me read them.”

The heat was back in your cheeks again. “Oh jeez, I don’t know, it’s been ages since I’ve even looked at them myself.”

Eddie leaned in even more, his elbows on the desk. “Come on,” his smile was so disarming, “What,  you think I’m gonna like, judge you or something?”

You looked down at the papers you were grading and clicked the pen in your hand. “I don’t know, writing is such an oddly… personal thing.” 

“Please? You know I’m like the last person to be passing judgement on something like that, right?”

You sighed. His eyes were big, and wet, and pleading and you cursed yourself for being stirred by them. “Ok, how about this, if you can get your grades up, get at least a B in one of your classes, I’ll let you read one of my stories.”

Eddie sat back in his chair, grinning from ear to ear. “Challenge accepted.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear as you met his smile, “Whatever motivates you,” you said trying not to think too hard about the implications of the deal you just made. “You know, what I really want to talk about is the creative writing assignment you turned in the first week of class.”

He raised his eyebrows. “That bad, huh?”  

“No! Actually not bad at all. Actually quite good. You’re very creative, Eddie.”

“Oh is that what they’re calling it these days?” he deflected.

“No, I’m serious. You’ve written stories before, haven’t you?”

“Well, I am the dungeon master for my DnD club.”

You squinted your eyes curiously at him.

“Oh! So basically, I come up with the plot of the story that they players are going to play. I create the world essentially, lead them through the story. Well, to some extent. The monsters are all from a guidebook but the plot is all me.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Creativity and leadership.”

Eddie chuckled and scratched the back of his head to distract from the heat creeping across his cheeks. “Yeah, well, doesn’t change the fact that I’m 20 years old and still in high school.”

“About that,” you started, “Why do you want to graduate? Maybe if you can identify the reason for reaching your goal, then you can find the motivation to work toward it. Besides wanting to read my stories anyway, like a personal reason.”

Eddie sat back in his chair for a moment, biting his lip in thought. “Uhh, maybe to prove all the assholes in this god forsaken purgatory wrong?”

You laughed, probably a bit too hard. “I think that’s an excellent reason.”

Eddie beamed. “See, I knew I liked you.”

You coyly returned his smile and fidgeted with the pen in your hand again. “Let’s figure out a day or two when we can meet weekly. Got any after school conflicts?”

“My band plays at the Hideout Tuesday nights, Fridays I’ve got Hellfire Club.”

“How about Mondays and Wednesdays then? Does that work for you?”

“Sure does.”

“Great, and I can help you with other classes too, to the best of my ability anyway. Show you how best to study, how to approach papers and essays — that sort of stuff.”

“Looking forward to it,” he said softly.

 The feeling in your stomach was back again. “Me too.”

______

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[inzsanewrites]

Im the same anon who asked for kinda like komi ask LOL but i wanna ask this time for a s/o who acts like the "dominant" one in the relationship?? LIKE they're usually the more affectionate one, more giddy?? Like a golden retriever m stuff they act tough and sometimes tease jin-woo and flirt but if jin-woo flirts back they just start to malfunction for the whole day www

Golden Retriever S/O

⚠️: Suggestive content

As soft touches gently pressed to his shoulder, Jin-Woo opened his eyes. He eyes didn’t even fully adjust to the sunlight as he placed his hand on your head, pausing his movements.

“Sarang, what is it?”

Your eyes twinkled as you nuzzled your head further into his hand.

“You have to go to Jin-Ah’s school today at 11, remember? I was waiting for you to wake up but you looked like you were gonna sleep in so I thought I would wake you.”

Jin-Woo spared a careful glance at the clock that flashed a bright 10:14 at him before jolting up.

“Crap! I forgot it was today. Thank you, love.”

You barely got a kiss to the forehead as Jin-Woo sped past you to the bathroom, that left you blushing by the door. Thankfully, you recovered quickly and figured you would head to the kitchen to get a head start on breakfast.

Although by the time Jin-Woo would be attending Jin-Ah’s school, lunch would be more suitable. After much deliberation you settled on something faster to eat but still filling. You heard the shower start as you turned on the stove and by the time you had finished packing the food, Jin-Woo rushed out in his usual black attire and smothered your face in kisses before he shadow transferred.

You quietly stared at the spot Jin-Woo once stood .

“… You forgot your lunch.”

—————

Jin-Woo sighed in relief when he looked at clock and realized he was early. He made his way to Jin-Ah’s teacher’s office and took a seat, happy his heartbeat was able to rest since he had first woken up. He was a bit regretful though as he could have spared a few more moments with you instead of missing you but as much as he could stop time he couldn’t slow it.

He looked at his watch and calculated the time depending on what the meeting was about he could be out in 1-

“Sung Jin-Woo!”

His heart elevated at both the sound of you voice and use of his name. He quickly got up from the chair in an attempt to make him seem more aware of what he may have done.

“Yes, Sarang?”

He noted that your beautiful eyes held a playful undertone in them as you approached him.

“Don’t ‘sarang’ me. I spent time and effort on your lunch this morning and you didn’t even acknowledge it so from now on don’t you even think about leaving with on your own. I won’t provide for you if you do so.”

Although he knew you were joking he wasn’t completely oblivious to the incredulous looks some teachers and parents were giving him.

But before he could even get a word in to clear up the situation, you spoke up once again.

“This isn’t the end of this. Just wait til you come back home, I’ll deal with you then.”

And with that you spun on your heel and left, leaving Jin-Woo completely exposed to the side eyes and whispering of the adults around him.

—————

You were innocently giggling to yourself at the new skit a comedy channel had brought on as Jin-Woo walked through the door. Before you could get up and drown him in affection he spoke:

“Sarang, can we talk?”

You gave him a nod, a bit confused.

“Of course.”

Jin-Woo took a seat next to you as you turned off the tv. He then outstretched his arms towards you.

“Can you come here?”

Again you nodded and made your way onto his lap, your back against his chest. Before you could ask anything his hands slipped under your shirt, one wrapping itself around your waist, bringing you closer, and the trailing high enough to make you blush.

“You know I never want to discredit anything you do for me right, Y/n-ah?”

You hesitantly nodded, stuttering in your movements a bit as Jin-Woo’s hands started to fondle.

“And you know I never want you to feel under appreciated right?”

You couldn’t even respond in any way as you feel soft nibbles on your earlobe and the higher hand start pinching.

“But it seems like I failed to do that this time around so…”

Now you were pressed onto the couch, completely sure your face was hotter than the surface of the sun and a near predatory Jin-Woo on top of you.

“Let me make it up to you.”

A/N: So many drafts… so many rewrites… and the minors… anyways I’m sorry this is late ( ◕‿‿◕ )

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[pedrisbanana]

Could we have pedri smut where he fingers you under the table during a Barca dinner and they go home and he gives her long and teasing sex…..I am just in love with your page🥰

Making fun of him was never a good idea...

Enjoy 🍌

Preferences

Pedri held out the chair for you to sit down. You sat at the very edge of the huge table right across from Xavi. 

It was a rather fancy restaurant, giving you the opportunity to dress up. You wore a purple satin gown with a high slit. It almost reached the floor, if it weren't for the glittery heels that you wore, making you about an inch taller than your boyfriend. 

The dinner was organized to congratulate the team for their recent winning streak in Laliga. 

You were concentrated on figuring out how to eat your lovely decorated Lobster, when a hand sneaked up the exposed part of your leg. Looking down, Pedri's hand sneaked its way up to rest on the inside of your thighs, fingertips grazing your panties ever so slightly. 

You leaned over, pretending to peck his shoulder. "And what do you think you're doing?" 

Pedri was still in the middle of some football tactic talk with Gavi when he turned his head. 

„You seem bored and I know this is how to entertain you the best." he shrugged. 

Deciding to see where this was going, you focused on the lobster again. 

Pedri's hand cupped you through your panties and you spread your legs a little bit, giving him more room. You saw the corner of his mouth twitch as he answered his best friend. 

He turned to his meal again, apparently finished to talk to Gavi and at the same time, his thumb rubbed your clit over the lace. The midfielder played with adding and releasing pressure sometimes rubbing smaller or bigger circles. Your hand held onto the silverware for dear life.

By the time dessert was served, he had two fingers inside of you. Luckily Gavi told some La Masia anecdote to his teammates or else the sound of Pedri's movements would be heard. 

You clenched around him and quickly focussed on the ice cream to muffle your moans. 

Deciding to distract from your probably flushed and out of mind aura,  you spoke up. 

"I think- I need to text my daddy and tell him I'll be sleeping over at yours tonight."

Your boyfriend looked at you. His expression was a mix between lust and shook. "What did you just say ?" 

The confusion almost made you forget that two of his fingers were knuckle deep inside of you. He curled them.

"I said, I need to text my dad that I'll be staying at your place tonight. I forgot earlier."

"Oh yeah, you better do that." he swallowed and was about to concentrate on Gavi's story again when your words stopped him. 

"Oh my god, you thought I meant you" you nearly laughed. He shook his head, looking for an excuse.

"Okay then... daddy" you smirked.

"Papi." his voice was merely a whisper. "Say Papi." 

Was he begging you? His cheeks tinted pink as he looked at your lips. 

You raised your brows. "Who'd knew that would be all it took you to break that dominant demeanor. Cute" 

A little giggle escaped your lips and you removed his hand from you. "You're so cute Pedri." 

His jaw clenched angrily and he licked his fingers. You found it very amusing to see him like this. 

For the rest of the night he gave you the cold shoulder, besides the occasional hand squeeze or peck on the cheek. His teammates couldn't know something was up. 

You waved it off. He was really cute pretending to be mad. Well, it couldn't always go his way and knowing him, he'd still fuck you later. Pedri could never hold back and he still owed you an orgasm.

-

„Undress and sit on the bed." Pedri said. His voice was clouded with lust. 

Well, you didn't expect him to react like that when you two arrived home. He was still annoyed and from the way he instructed you it was a warning. 

His tongue clicked against his cheek when you hooked your thumbs into your panties. „Leave them on." 

You hesitated for a moment, listening to the sound of your breath, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Pedri stood in front of you, his smell intoxicating your senses. His hands pulled the dress shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, slowly revealing the tanned skin of his toned upper body. 

He was punishing you for not taking him seriously. For making him feel insecure about his preferences. 

It was torture to watch him, your panties sitting uncomfortably wet between your legs. The urge to touch him was taking over your mind, but you didn't want him to stop. You moved to sit on your hands and blushed as you felt the wet stain underneath you on the duvet. 

His pants were next. Undoing it with skilled fingers they quickly joined the dress shirt on the floor. Your eyes followed the trail of dark hair under his belly button to the to of the black briefs. His bulge was big and protruding against its cotton confinements. 

You bit your lip. He slid the fabric down his legs, finally revealing what he had you yearning for all evening. 

"Lay back." he ordered and waited for you to scoot back on the duvet. 

Pedri kneeled in front of you, resting your legs on his shoulders as he buried his face between your legs. Moving your panties to the side, his fingers explored your folds, spreading the wetness before finding your clit. His lips kissed your core, testing your patience, before lapping up your wetness.

Your hips bucked up and your back arched, hands fisting the bedsheets. "Pedri don't stop. Please."  

He moaned against you, sending shockwaves through your body. His tongue found your entrance and his other hand pushed against your lower stomach, holding you down. You felt him smirk when you moaned after his nose bumped against your clit, still massaged by his fingers. 

He played with you like a marionette, pulling just the right strings. So you decided to play your cards. 

"Just like that." It took your last willpower to look at him and pout. "Papi." 

Pedri stopped his ministrations and his eyes snapped up to meet yours. He removed his hands from your shaking body to lean himself up. His mouth and chin glistening from your arousal. 

Your neglected clit pulsed and you suddenly had the urge to press your thighs together. Maybe teasing him wasn't the best decision. His eyes raked up and down your exposed body, taking in your naked from . Your nipples hardened under his stare. 

You wanted him to touch your breasts. He liked playing with your breasts, but now he was just staring. 

"Papi hmm ? Not so amusing anymore, amor ?" he teased and reached over to the nightstand. 

"Please touch me again, Papi. I'm so sorry." Shaking your head, you watched as he took the lube from the drawer and dribbled some onto your swollen pussy. The cold sensation made you hiss out. 

"You're so needy for my cock, hermosa. Always impatient." his hands mapped out the shape of your hips to your ass, pulling you closer. 

Your legs on his shoulders again, your boyfriend grabbed his cock and guided it through your folds. He spread the lube over your pussy with the tip, breathing hard. He held himself back. 

You breathed out his name when he finally entered you. He was stretching you out deliciously and you clenched around him. Normally you would enjoy his long and static thrusts until he fucked your over the edge, but all the teasing drove you crazy. You desperately needed release. 

His thrust were fast and sloppy. Pedri breathed quickly, wet hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His hands cupped your breasts. One after an another, playing with the sensitive buds. 

Your hands reached down to where you were joined, circling your pulsing clit. 

"I'm close, Papi, harder please." Your moan made him twitch inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. Switching to longer thrusts, one of Pedri's hands grabbed himself again, afraid to slip out of you. 

Pedri pinched your breasts as he came, praising you in spanish endearments. You circled your clit faster, seeking your own orgasm as you felt his cum inside of you. Your pussy must look like a mess, covered in Pedri's sperm and your wetness. 

When he carefully pulled out, you couldn't hold back anymore. Your orgasm struck you in waves of pleasure. Pedri held your shaking legs as you screamed out your pleasure. 

Finding support in Pedri's arms, you came down from your high. He stroked your hair, pulling you against his chest. The few hairs decorating his pecs tickled your cheek. 

"I've got you, mi vida" he said, dialect heavy. 

Warmth spread through you again and your nails dug into his arms. You couldn't let go of him just yet. 

He looked at you endearingly as you told him you loved him over and over again. 

A/N: I hate the beard but other gifs didn't fit the vibe of the fic...

This is a more classic piece and I saw this trope on other blogs as well. So, I didn't focus that much on the dinner part. I also added a little kink to make it more exciting.

Thank you for loving my page, I'll try my best🥰

I hope you enjoy my version and leave me some love💕

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[elsaellaelys]

Bewitched - part 1

Bewitched - part 2

summary: Two bewitched best friends have sex after a smocking session.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

WARNINGS: 18+, sex content, smoking weed, cursing.

2.160 words

a/n: My first smut! I was very excited to write this... hope you enjoy. I was just so in love with this picture and it all came to my mind. Also, let me know if there's any requests. <3

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The sun light is still cold as is only 9 a.m, Y/N woke up early in the Chateau not in her regular spot in the couch, she sitted outside trying to get her brain back to it's place. John B. oppened the door, sleep still on his face.

He look at her confused "What you're doing here?"

"Just waiting for you to wake up" she lies.

Thank God he didn't noticed she spent the whole night on his friend's bedroom, her friend's bedroom. Instead, he just started to look for his fishing net, talking about going fishing later. Y/N's heart stopped for a second when the door oppened again, JJ coming out, sitting in the chair in front of her, glancing at her sometimes. He woke up to the door sound, arms stretching on the bed, searching for a body, her body, not finding it.

Now Pope just showed up in the corner, JJ took the opportunity to met her eyes, heaven hiding beneath her eyelashes, his heart felt so light he could fly. "You okay?" he whispers.

She forced a smile "Yeah."

But her heart was twisting inside her chest. She just sleept with her best friend. They fucked. Way more than once in one only night. A wave of insecurity washed her heart as she avoided his eyes. He knew how she felt, but didn't understood it as he was so head over heels for her, she bewitched him and he was so happy about it.

They first met on the beach, a kegger, Y/N was shitfaced, trying to get a guy's hands off of her because she, even not sobber, wasn't interest. JJ took the chance, shoving the guy away, guided she to a quiet place and handed some water. Suddenly she was telling her life history to him, he accepted it, thinking she was just so drunk, maybe needed someone to talk, so did he, then he was the one telling everything he felt, he found a certainty in her eyes, how she listened even if she could barely stand up, forgetting it was a small island they were in. I mean, she was a touron right? On Monday, he headed to school and there was she. Kinda different, not drunk, but same pretty face and hair. He approached, holping she didn't remembered anything and he still had a chance.

"Clearheaded, I see." he said, taking the nearest sit.

"Sorry?" she stared at him confused, memory coming back in a flash for a second understanding how she made her way home safely. "Oh, you're the blonde nice guy from the kegger! Sorry, I don't remember much but thank you."

"Nah, my pleasure."

He offered company for lunch and she gladly accepted, not talking about that night so he thought she didn't remembered, but she did, heart beating different for knowing he was so real with that. JJ asked her on a beach date. Not really like that, just a "Let me take you to the beach, you're new around so better have a nice tour guide."  Could she denied it? It happened that when they were on the beach they walked into the pogues, what he always avoided, the introductions, then she fell on a conversation with Pope about the classic book essay school teacher gave and they all became friends, hanging out in the Chateau, late night drinks and talks and smoking, then John B. was teaching her how to surf - and she was great on it -, Pope shared books with her, Kiara was excited there was a new girl in the group and at that point she became a pogue too, there's no pogue on pogue macking, so JJ knew, he was now in the friendzone.

Of course there was the flirting, the mindless touches and drunk kisses. But just that.

Well, some day the stars align.

Last night Y/N came to him, showing the special weed she got with her new work bud, they got high together. As a rule, always share your weed with your friends. They sitted in his bed, on the Chateau's guest room he claimed his. She got comfortable, putting a little bit of it in the grinder, doing her ritual.

JJ smiled lightly, she was mumbling herself a little tutorial. "Just a little, we don't want to fall dead in the first try." looking so concentrated, making sure the filter tip was right in the place, he unconsciously wetted his lips when she licked the paper, rolling it quickly but well.

"Wanna hit it first?" she asked

"Is your grass."

She laughed "But you're my guest"

He took it, lit it, gave it a puff.

"How is it?"

"Try it yourself." he shrugged handing her the joint. "Thought you were beeing nice, but I'm just your guinea pig, uh?"

She laughed, inhaling it herself. The blunt was burning in their hands, burning more in their brains.

"Now, how is it?" JJ asked looking down at Y/N, she was currently lied on the floor.

"It's okay. Like, definitely good, I'm not overthinking, so definitely my type. Just feeling hot."

"Yeah, you do look hot."

She giggled "Don't need to make me blush when we're alone"

"Of course I have to, it's cute."

She rolled her eyes, feeling her cheast tight a bit and suddenly had the urge to say it. "You're the only one that make me blush inside too"

Fuck. It went out so wrong. She screamed in her head, wishing she could grab the words that were still flying in the air. JJ liked very much, enjoying the way her face twisted in pain of shame, a grin growing in his lips.

"I mean, like, you have that weird super power, you make me feel like Kenny used to and it have been so long..."

"Kenny? As in Kenny, your first boyfriend?"

Oh no. She laid on her stomach, pressing her cheek on the floor, cursing herself over and over. She was definitely overtalking.

"Please, forget it."

"Ha! No way!" He putted his arms behind his head leaning against the wall, silence swinging between them cause he was too caught up on her figure, out on the floor so perfect, he couldn't take the smug grin out of his face. "If it makes you feel better, you do that to me too"

Her head snapped up focus on him with wide eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah! Totally! And you make Pope and John B. blush too" he laughed "Damn. Even Kiara. It's like you're a witch. A love witch. You bewitch everybody with your charming ways"

Y/N smiled to him from ear to ear, a smile that could pass continents and oceans - he even considered compare it to the ocean, just as beautiful and fascinating. "I bewitched you?"

"Sure you did, love."

She felt her chest inflate with confidence, so she sitted, inclining to the bed side. "And... What'ya gonna do about it?"

JJ almost jumped into her, threw she on the floor beneath him, kissed her with all he's being keeping hidden along this time. Instead, he leaned over, lips brushed against her's and he felt in his bones... no, in every part of his body, a heat enough to combust him entirely.

"It's okay." She reasured, their mouths met hardly but soft, tongues already mixing as they couldn't wait. He did guide her to lay on the floor under him, hands tangling in each other's bodies, each other's hairs. There was this natural instinct that made he cup her breasts over the t-shirt - Damn - she was using no bra, just that fucking thin fabric that letted he feel her nipples already hardening and JJ knew, so was his cock, twitching in his shorts, she was whimpering inside his mouth.

He pulled back to watch her face, lips wet, eyes wide with please. "You still hot?" he asked, tugging her shirt. Fuck, she wasn't even naked yet and he felt like already cumming. All over her face.

She nodded to his question. "Shall we take this off?" she nodded again. "No, baby, I need words."

"Yes, J, please"

"That's it, sweet girl"

Her cunt clenched around nothing, she felt she was dripping wet, shirt now in the middle of the room, just like them, tangled out on the floor, her hands in his hair when he started to suck her nipples, his hands in her ass, cupping, squeezing, slipping so close to where she needed. JJ bitted one of her tits lightly and she moaned, he grunted, she moaned again, hips bucking up meeting his, they moaned.

"You should take this off too" she whispered, hands on his shirt.

"Yeah?" he pulled back, smiling widely.

"Yeah. And this." she groped his shorts, they both sitting up, kissing while stripping. His hands freely runned through her body, JJ never felt more happy, more delighted and hard in his whole life.

"Can I? Please?" he begged already, at this point they were both at each other's mercy anyway.

"Quit the asking, J, I'm up to anything. See?" she asked, guiding his fingers through her folds. "I'm so wet."

"Fuck yes, you are. Let me cleaned it a little." Y/N gladly kissed him once more before jumping on the bed, he spread her legs apart, taking a long look, kissing her inner thights.

"Quit the teasing too." she outcried, he laughed. "No way. You quit being a crybaby. You're so fucking beautiful, I have to take my time."

He concentrated, fingers running her pussy, slowly entering her.

She felt the thick finger in and out, letted out a sigh of relief. "Yes, J, please, please."

He leaned, tongue lapping at her core but the proud grin never leaving his lips. His cock was painfully hard, almost pulsating, he had to take his hand down to stroke it causing his groans into her and she was done, pornographic moans echoing in the room. How could she hold it? The weed effect on her, his fingers inside - three of them, she didn't even remembered the second - his hot tongue, messy hair, pretty reddish eyes up at her, closing when he stroked himself. Y/N reached for it, doing the job while pushing him to sit on the mattress, against the wall.

"Let me do it" she pumped his dick.

"Later, I just want to be inside you right now." JJ confessed, trying to keep his eyes open to look at her moves. He knew he wouldn't last much in her mouth.

"Could make you beg for it." she spitted in her hand spreading along his length.

"Don't you dare..." he had to stop talking, grunts were the only sounds he could let out as his dick was now sinking into her tight cunt, Y/N swore she never heard a sexiest sound.

He pushed she against him, her bare cheast against his as he was trying to dissapear into her because they were so interlinked, lazily riding one another for their highs. So slow it felt like torture, but they didn't had the strength to do more than that, they didn't had to. JJ laid over her in the sheets, careful not to suffocate her body with his own, even so he was so wasted, so lost in the feeling of her tight pussy, her clit rubbing in his groint, legs pulling he closer, nails in his arms. "Oh this arms!", she thought. The moment he started hitting her G spot over and over, they were both coming undone and he had to pull of to spill his release in her stomach.

The boy buried his face even more in her neck, if his legs were weak, hers didn't existed anymore.

"Bet Kenny never made you feel like this."

"What a way to end the vibe."

He laughed into her neck, shivers running down her spine. "The weed is good though." he said, she agreed, moving just a little, her pussy rubbed his balls ripping moans from their throats.

JJ pushed into her again, flipping them over so she was riding him at a slow pace, his face between her boobs thinking he found heaven. They were exhausted but they couldn't stop, stopping never crossed their minds.

Now when she didn't had courage to face him, remembering her loud moans, - Thank God John B. got home late - even wanting to. Even now they didn't wanted to stop. JJ moved closer as the boys headed inside the house.

"You not going shy on me now, are you?" he asked, thumb brushing on her cheek as he pulls her in for a soft kiss. "Good morning" he smiled.

"Good morning" she returned. "I'm not shy, just... confused"

"It's okay. I mean, I'm not confused. That's what happens when you're under a spell, right? Little witch."

"Yeah" she chuckled, smile opening wide, and he fell into her again, her hands around his shoulders bringing him so close as they melt in another kiss.

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[bathomet-writes]

it’s so easy

summary: Mikey and you had been secretly dating for over a year, and a lot has changed in both of your lives. The Kraang invasion, the people of New York, it all shook up the status quo. On a rooftop date, you and him spill the tea and reconnect about what's really important.

relationship: Mikey x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, secret dating, slight hurt/comfort, sfw

word count: 3,191

author's note: another request for @/snipersiniora!! 💕 (ngl i listened to the reel big fish cover of “it’s not easy” while writing so this is loosely inspired by it lol)

You don’t know why in all the time you’ve spent in New York, you’ve never been up on a rooftop. The view was amazing. 

There were a couple of reasons as to why. Your hatred of high places, for one. With a strong enough breeze, you could go flying off your roof and become intimately familiar with the pavement below. Sometimes your neighbors would set up lawn chairs and shoot the shit, which was fine enough. You’ve just never been comfortable enough to want to join them. Lastly, it was a little difficult to skate on. The crowded atmosphere and uneven terrain made it the last place you would want to find yourself on a nice evening such as this. 

But, the rooftop of your building had one upside: it was the place you got to see Michelangelo. 

You clicked your heels together as you sat at an empty folding chair leftover from one of your upstairs neighbors. He wouldn’t show up for at least another 30 minutes, but you couldn’t help but jump the gun a bit and wait on the roof anyway. You’ve been keeping yourself busy, drawing random sketches onto your iPad. 

Mikey and you had been friends for a while, but you officially started dating about a year ago. Not much has changed between you two, even after the Kraang invasion. 

He was his same upbeat, eclectic self. But Mikey was also a little more confident. He carried himself differently, with a knowledge and experience you couldn’t even begin to relate to. You were a human, he was basically a superhero. 

You bite at the tip of your drawing pen. Why was it whenever you started thinking about him and his brothers, you got inexplicably frustrated. 

Was it because Raph, Donnie, and Leo still didn’t know you two were dating? 

No, not really. You and Mikey weren’t really concerned with labels. You two were content to continue hanging out like you always had, just with a little extra…intimacy.

Maybe it was the fact that you had to hang out in precarious places such as your rooftop. Why couldn’t you just go to your apartment, or the lair? 

“No, that’s not it.” You grumble to yourself, tapping the pen against your cheek.

“What’s not it?”

Mikey’s head appeared right above yours. He had just landed on the top of the wooden overhang you sat under, hanging like a spider. 

Smiling, you sit up a little more straight to give his snout a peck.

“This…caricature. I just can’t capture his likeness. It’s missing something.”

Mikey blushed, dropping from his perch to sit next to you. “Allow me to offer you my artistic perspective!”

You happily oblige and show him your screen. Thinking about your fellow tenants had made you unintentionally start to draw little doodles that looked like them. You couldn’t help wanting to draw the people you knew. Your weird, human neighbors were quite the characters. Almost a little more weird than the turtles, in your opinion.

“Oh, I know this guy. Is this the one that knocked at your door at 3 AM asking for a DVD?”

Mikey pinched to zoom in on your sketch. You don’t know whether your drawing was that accurate or if he was just great with faces. Either way, you can’t help but smile even more.

“How did you know?” You snuggle closer to Mikey, leaning in. “He insisted that I had borrowed his copy of Cats. And I was like, ‘Dale, I already own it on Blu-ray. Why in the world would I steal your DVD?’”

Mikey fell into your lap in hysterics. “NYAHAHA—! You didn’t!”

You weren’t lying about the interaction having happened, but maybe you embellished the part at the end. You just loved making Mikey laugh. 

“I did!” You beam. 

“Your neighbors are so weird, even for me. And the only neighbors I have are the sewer gators.”

You set your iPad down on the patio, scooching Mikey to lie fully in your lap. 

“Her name is Leatherhead and she’s lovely. I met her family once, on the way to the lair.”

Ignoring your sly tone, Mikey curled up into you like a lap cat. He was practically purring from how happy he was to finally be in your arms. It’s only been a couple of days since he’s had the opportunity to see you like this, and he was absolutely touch-starved.

“I missed you,” he sighs. “Patrol has been intense lately.”

His tired smile told you that he’d rather not get into it right now. You hum, petting the side of his head.

“I missed you too.”

Talking about his brothers wasn’t necessarily a taboo topic, but right now was the time for Mikey to relax, to unwind. You had plenty of stress in your own life too. Maybe it wasn’t as important as keeping the city safe, but it was tiresome to you nonetheless. 

You both just wanted to forget about everything else, just be together. That was what these rooftop hangouts were for. And if that was good enough for Mikey, it was good enough for you.

But your smile faltered, if only for a moment. 

Mikey’s eyes were closed as he continued to relish your head pets, unaware of your subtle shift in mood.

“Tell me more about your neighbors.” Turning his head, he speaks softly into your hand. “I love hearing about the people you live with. They’re interesting.”

“Well, this town is kinda ‘interesting people’ central.” You shrug.

“Yeah, I know. Are humans in other places like the ones here?”

Dragging your fingers along his textured skin, you think about it. You hadn’t really gotten around much, but you figured that NYC was a little unique compared to other major cities.

Your lips ease back into a lazy smile. 

“Sort of. This place is sort of a big Melting Pot, y’know? It doesn’t really matter where you come from, everyone ends up wherever they are…for whatever reason.”

Mikey looks up at your face, his expression dripping with curiosity.

“What’s that mean?” He smirks.

“It means that people are weird. This place has a lot of people. Therefore, New York is just about the weirdest place there is!”

You two laugh, basking in each other's presence. After looking down at Mikey, you feel a little more normal. Work, life, all of that didn’t really matter anymore. Or at least, it shouldn’t. 

“My neighbor’s aren’t all that interesting, Mikey. They’re just your run-of-the-mill folks, day drinking and sitting on the stoop.”

“Woah…” He gasps, sitting up. “Day drinking?”

Internally, you chide yourself. “I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me!” He smiles, zipping his lips shut.

“I shouldn’t gossip…”

You roll your eyes a bit before they land on Mike. His eager, expectant expression was just too cute. Who could say no to a face like that?

Suddenly, you’re filled with bubbly energy.

“Okay, okay! Liz told me that Bill said that Debbie’s grandma was apparently—“

You whip your head around, making sure the coast is clear. You never knew who might be listening in, your neighbors were terribly nosy.

“She snuck Hennessy into the apartment meeting. Last Sunday, when we got together with the building manager, they had coffee and stuff…”

Mikey quickly scrambles over to grab a free chair before sitting directly in front of you. Enraptured, he places his head on his hands. 

“And she added a little extra somethin’ into her mug? How scandalous!” He wiggles his eye ridge, fully getting into the story. 

You launch forward and gesture wildly with your hands. “No, that’s the thing! She put the booze…in the coffee pot.”

Mikey’s smile dropped. 

“You don’t mean—“

Grimly, you nod your head.

“I mean a whole room of people, shnackered at 10 AM. On God’s day.” You chortle. 

He covers his mouth in genuine shock. You chuckle, looking at his wide-eyed expression.

“And I know that Liz was the one who ratted her out, the bitch. She of all people would know what Hennessy tastes like, I saw her drink 5 whole cups with my own eyes!” 

Mikey moves his hands away, his voice hushed. “She sounds like a bitch.”

You kick your legs up and recline farther in your chair. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Liz was your next door neighbor. She always had a knack for being right outside your door whenever you stepped out to go to work. You left early everyday just to accommodate for the inevitable one-sided conversation. She was old, and very lonely, so you didn’t mind her chatting your ear off. 

But she was also very bitter. Even more so after the Kraang invasion.

“I swear, I keep seeing those…frog men. They flip around my windows at all hours of the night, whooping and hollering up a storm! Who do those punks think they are?”

You’ve seen a lot of different reactions from people after the turtles officially became public knowledge. Usually, it was just casual disinterest or disdain from the more conservative crowd. Old people, cops, etcetera. 

But for some reason, the people you lived with just happened to be either really old or in law enforcement. They hated all mutants, and they didn’t have any problem letting you know about it.

You nearly get lost in your own thoughts before Mikey nudges your knee.

“I think she’s the one who threw a flower pot at my head that one time.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his noggin.

Sighing, you lightly knock his leg with your foot. “Yeah, that’s Liz. If rent wasn’t so good here, I’d move out in a second.”

“Aw, they’re not so bad!” Mikey shoots a toothy smile at you. “It’s not the worst thing someone’s thrown at me.”

You meet his grin with a small frown.

“How do you do it?” 

Mikey cocks his head. “Is that a rhetorical question?”

“Ugh, no? Yes?” You lean back and stare up into the sky. It was a clear day, not a cloud in sight.

“You’d think people would be a little more thankful to the guys who saved their asses from alien invaders.”

You seethed, thinking about all the nasty side comments and quiet whisperings you’ve overheard in your hallways. 

“Hey, don’t get angry on my account.” Mikey reaches out and gives you a good-natured pat on the leg. “My family’s used to people wanting to kill us all the time, so a flower pot is actually a nice change of pace.”

“I guess so.”

Then, you realize it. 

This was why you were so stressed out. Whenever you think about the turtles, you can’t help but associate them with all the negative energy you’ve been surrounded in at home. You thought you had thicker skin, but you feel your heart start to sink. 

“You know, it’s funny.” 

Mikey sighs, musing to himself. 

“Sometimes I think about how weird it’s been lately. Splinter always told us it was important for us to not be seen, to stick to the shadows. It was because of the ninja thing, mostly. But I know he was trying to keep us...”

He picks nervously at his palm, tracing the lines of his hand. 

“Safe?” You ask. 

“Sheltered.”

There was a sadness creeping into his voice. You hated the sound. It was just too bittersweet for you to handle. You cautiously look back to Mikey, waiting for him to finish.

“But, then there was April. And Casey, later on. I thought there might actually be a chance for us to make it out in the human world. The whole yokai/mutant thing with Draxum was…well, a whole thing.”

Mikey briefly looked back up to make sure he wasn’t boring you too much. Not that he didn’t like to talk with you about stuff like this, it was just a little hard. 

When you give his hand an encouraging squeeze, he sighs. 

“But, I knew we kinda wouldn’t have a choice to stay in the shadows anymore. After the Kraang, that is. Leo told us we wouldn’t exactly be  getting the red carpet treatment.”

“Humans are stupid.” You huff. 

“You’re a human, and I don’t think you’re stupid at all.”

Mikey squeezed your hand back, a sad smile forming on his face. 

It wasn’t like he needed the entirety of New York to accept him and his brothers. With April, Casey, and especially you, he had all the human approval that he could ever want. He searched your face, and he knew that you were starting to slip. 

You try to swallow down the lump in your throat before speaking up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up all this.” You run your thumb along the edge of Mikey’s.

Mikey sits up, puffing out his chest. “That’s enough. I will not have you getting sad because of me!”

Suddenly, he stands up, bringing you along with him.

“I’m not sad, I’m mad!” You scoff, rubbing your nose on your sleeve. “I ought to throw ceramic vases at Liz, see how she likes it.”

Tutting you, Mikey leads you out into the middle of the roof. There was a concrete slab next to the door that led back into the building, where you had placed your backpack earlier. You watch as Mikey sneaks around, dipping behind your back, to dig through your bag.

“You know a good way to get rid of all that anger?” Mikey whispers, rising up.

“What are you scheming back there?” You cross your arms and spin around. “Stop messing with my—“

When you turn around, you see Mikey holding up your trusty pair of skates right up to your face. He held them by the shoelaces, a cheeky grin peeking around them. 

“Skate the hate away, baby!” 

“That’s a beautiful thought,” you smirk. “But I couldn’t.”

“Oh, then let me help you.”

You gasp, feeling Mikey drag you over to your chair to push you back into it. Once you fall, he moves down to pull off your sneakers and lace up your skates. 

Blushing, you watch him lovingly guide your feet in. He sticks his tongue out as he ties little bunny-ear knots.

“Mikey…!” You giggle, his fingers tickling your ankle. “This is too much.”

Whenever you started to become sad, you could always count on him to lift your spirits back up. You tried to stay as endlessly positive and go-with-the-flow as Mikey, but it was difficult sometimes. The inner optimist in you was finding it more and more hard to navigate the nihilistic world you found yourselves in.

“There! Now c’mon.” He smiles. 

Mikey lifts you back up, pulling you to glide over to the concrete by the door. 

You can’t help the goofy smile that creeps in when he spins you around. The flat surface was just big enough for you to skate a couple of inches away from him. 

Your shoulders slump, all at once feeling happy again. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” You fold your hands behind your back and circle Mikey. 

Chuckling, he tries following your face as it spins around him.

“Nothing. You were just in the right place at the right time.”

He stood there idly watching you elegantly sail past him. It was fun constantly making him have to twist around to keep eye contact with you, and you feel laughter begin to bubble up.

You snatch his hand, forcing him into an awkward dance with you. 

“Care to join me?” 

You grin from ear to ear, placing a hand upon the small of his back. Or rather, his shell. 

Surprisingly, Mikey is caught off guard by your bold move. You watch with glee as his face flushes a bright pink. He stutters, a little bashful at being led around by you instead of the other way around. 

“I g-guess I don’t have a choice?”

You pull him closer, pressing up against his plastron. “Nope!”

The two of you spin around in lazy circles for a while. The blazing sunset on the horizon brought a new feeling of warmth and comfort, a heavenly glow lighting up your eyes. The entire city looked like it was bathed in orange, Mikey’s signature color.

It was a good look for New York.

“Wow…” You sigh, marveling at the beautiful world around you.

“I know.” 

Mikey shifts a bit, managing to stand an inch or two higher than he usually is. You were both about the same height, at least that was what you kept insisting to him. But he wanted to look down at you for once. He wanted to hold you like you held him. 

“You make me feel accepted, you know.”

You blink against the light of the sun before looking back at Mikey. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You just let me be me. That’s all I need. You make me feel all…sparkly.”

You bite your lower lip, holding back a chuckle. 

“Sparkly, huh? That’s a unique adjective.”

That was the best way Mikey could describe it. You and him had so much in common, mostly in terms of your hobbies and your personalities. But there was just something about being around you so much that showed him how different you were. In a good way, obviously.

You were human, he was a mutant. There was the ninja-ing as well. You both had wildly different life experiences. 

Slotting your head between his neck and his shoulder, he hugs you tightly. 

“What about you?” 

His warm breath makes you shudder, practically melting into his hold.

“You make me feel…”

You move your skate to engage the rubber stopper. The world was seriously starting to spin.

“Shiny.”

“Hey, are you copying me?” 

Playfully scoffing, Mikey picks you right off of your feet and spins you around again. You laugh into each other's embrace, and you hold on for dear life as he pins you securely to his chest.

“It’s true! You make me feel all shiny and new.”

For a second, you feel your thoughts wander back to your earlier conversation. You don’t like having to shift into serious mode, but you needed to say just one more thing. Mikey moves away to get a better look at your face.

“I know it’s not easy. Having to save people when they don’t even—“

“No, it’s not. But when I think about all the people who do care, who do understand me…”

Mikey smiles, tipping your chin up slightly to look at him. He always wanted to do that to you. 

“It’s easy. It gets easier everyday. All I have to do is have you right here.”

Then, your heart flutters in your chest. You didn’t notice it before, but Mikey stood a little taller than you now. You don’t know if he had a growth spurt or something, but there he was. Looking at you, his eyes sparkling in the sunset, you knew there was a lot more to Mikey than anyone thought. 

Even you.

“I love rooftops,” you sigh, moving up to brush your lips against his cheek.

Angling his head around, he leans into you. 

 “I love rooftops too.”

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#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #sfw #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #requests

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Reminiscence

Phos!Reader x (Platonic) Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Angsty, flashbacks of Phos' life and progression, regret and depression

Notes: it be like that sometimes

The black screen of the TV flashes to life once again.

The camera clicks on, showing your figure sitting stiffly on a chair in a classroom. Your hair is in a short ponytail, eyes bright as your hands are cautiously fiddling with the hem of your uniform skirt. Your posture is rigid, lips almost in a grimace as you stare forward like a deer in headlights.

"Name." A voice comes from behind the camera.

"Y- Y/n." Your voice is high and strained.

"Age."

"I- I think I'm around 16?"

"Favourite colour?"

"Red, maybe?" Your words almost sound like a question.

"Hobbies?"

"Uhm, I like sleeping?" Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Grade?"

"Like- school? Uh- 10? Oh, wait, oh sorceror grade! I'm- I'm not good enough to get graded, yet." Your tone dampens, back slouching.

"How long have you been at Jujutsu Tech?"

"Maybe, a month?"

"How do you feel about Jujutsu Tech?"

You open your mouth, closing it again as you gulp, scratching the back of your neck nervously.

"I- I like it, I really really do. The people are lovely, I feel like I'm in heaven. Everyone is so kind. Gojo - Sensei, Ieiri - Sensei, Yaga - Sensei, they're all so caring. Even my classmates! Yuji is so funny, and Nobara is so sweet! Megumi's a bit grumpy, but I want to get closer to him. I want to get closer to everyone."

Your expression softens to a giddy smile.

"Say a message to your future self."

"Hey! Are we a grade 1 sorceror, yet? Or did we end up staying with Ieiri - Sensei? Did we grow up pretty? Have we killed a curse by yourselves yet? Even if we haven't, it's OK, as long as we're happy!"

The camera shuts off, the last thing seen on screen being your smile and frantically waving hands.

The blank screen of the TV flashes to life once again.

The camera clicks on, showing your figure standing near the entrance of the school. It's the early afternoon, the sun shining on your skin. Your hair is tied back into a half up - half down ponytail. Your legs now have stripes of a black, metallic substance. You're smiling brightly at the camera.

"Name." A voice speaks from behind the camera.

"Y/n." You answer in a calm tone.

"Age."

"Around 16."

"Favourite colour."

"Blue. Blueberry blue, to be specific. The colour of Megumi's eyes." You laugh, turning to look at the boy who was walking past, being seen in the corner of the screen. His eyebrows furrow, shaking his head as he hides his face in the collar of his jacket.

"Concentrate on the camera." He huffs, making you laugh louder.

"Huh, what about me?" Another boy with pink hair comes onto screen, pouting at you.

"Don't worry, Yuji, I also like," You squint at the boy, leaning closer as you stare into his eyes, "Brown, it's a nice colour."

The boy makes a noise of surprise, gawking at you.

"You didn't know my eye colour til now!"

You laugh as the dark-haired boy is seen pulling the pink haired boy away from you. You turn back to face the camera.

"Sorry about that."

"Hobbies."

"Recently, I've liked going shopping with Nobara! She's so much fun to hang out with, even Maki - Senpai. I still like sleeping, though."

"Grade?"

Your eyes brightened, hands clasping together as you leaned back and forth on the balls of your heels.

"I'm Grade 2 now! I know, I know, I'm amazing!" You smile, scratching the back of your neck almost shyly.

"It's cause of my legs, they're so cool, see, see!" You grin, running to a nearby tree and back in a few seconds.

"How long have you been at Jujutsu Tech?"

"3 months."

"How do you feel about Jujutsu Tech?"

"I love it! It feels like home! I've been training with Gojo - Sensei lately. I met another sensei recently though, Nanami - Sensei! And I met a 3rd year, his name is Yukio - Senpai. He's so frown-y, all the time, like Megumi! But he's very caring, oh- there he is!"

The camera follows your finger as you point to a pale, white-haired boy walking through the gates. He has a bruise on his face, light grey eyes staring into the camera, then back at you.

"Yukio - chan! How was your mission?" Your face lights up, pulling the boy by his arm onto the screen.

"Don't call me that." He states almost monotonously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine, Yukio - Senpai. You must be tired, go to Shoko - Sensei." You frown, letting go of him.

He sighs, turning around. Before he leaves, he ruffles your hair, flashing an almost nonexistent smile to the camera as your expression brightens up.

"Say a message to your future self."

"Hey! Are we a 1st grade sorceror yet? Have we beaten Yuji in Mario Kart? Have we managed to land a hit on Megumi when we spar? Has Gojo- Sensei finally gotten us the sushi he promised? Well, I believe in us, anyways! Whatever we're doing, we must be happy, huh?"

The camera shuts off, the last thing seen being your wide smile and frantically waving hands.

The black screen of the TV flashes to life once again.

The camera clicks on, showing your figure leaning against the wall of the school building. It's in the late afternoon. The sky is dark. Rain can be seen to your side and in the distance, uncovered by the shelter.

You're dressed in a light blue hoodie and shorts. Your hair is now short, above your ears. You have a few plasters on your face. Your eyes are dull, dark circles underneath them. Your hands are gold, shiny even in this lighting.

You look to the side, away from the camera. Your lips pulled into an awkward smile as you fiddled with the charm connected to the hilt of your sword. A metal snowflake.

"Name."

"Y/n."

"Age."

"Roughly, 16."

"Favourite colour."

"Blue."

"Hobbies."

"Training."

Your expression and tone of voice have not changed thus far.

"Grade?"

Your lips pull into a thin line. You freeze for a few seconds, sighing deeply.

"Special."

"How long have you been at Jujutsu Tech?"

"4 and a half months."

"How do you feel about Jujutsu Tech?"

Your eyes focus on the rain, and you stay silent.

A crash of thunder makes you focus on the camera for a split second before looking away.

"It's nice. Gojo - sensei, uhm, the people. Everything, I guess- it's, it's nice." You begin to nervously fiddle with the charm again.

"Say a message to your future self."

"We- let's keep getting stronger."

The camera shuts off, the last thing seen being your face as your eyes glaze over, fingers tightening around the hilt of your sword.

Gojo's eyes are still trained on the large TV, his hands folded as he sighs. He presses a button on the remote, playing the next video.

The TV lights up once again, showing a teenage Gojo smiling at the camera. He's at Jujutsu Tech, a brown haired boy waving at the camera with a bright smile, standing a ways behind him. A blonde haired boy stands motionless next to him.

"Suguru! Look here!" He turns the camera around to face a dark-haired boy who smiles at the camera.

Gojo grits his teeth, looking down as the video continues to play. The loud shouts of various teenagers can be heard, laughter ringing throughout the dark, empty room.

"Suguru, where do I keep going wrong?"

#houseki no kuni #jjk angst #jjk x hnk crossover #land of the lustrous #phos!reader #catharsis #hnk x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #platonic gojo satoru #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru

[onthecourtbugs]

Hey girl so I was thinking a tall reader with Nash and Jason possibly maybe more of jabberwock I haven’t seen a lot of people write for the rest of them..probably because they barely got any screen time like how Nash n Jason did,but if you can try that would be nice!!

Tall Gyal

Pairing: Jabberwocks x Tall!FemReader

Warning(s): None

A/N: You’re absolutely correct, we don’t see a lot for them! Allen’s is kinda short tho, ngl.

Summary: The Jabberwocks like tall girls too, don’t even lie and say they don’t.

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Jason

Still pinching and smacking and grabbing you everywhere. You thought being tall was gone save you? Uh-Uh. If anything, this makes it worse.

Or better? Maybe you like that.

Jay certainly does. It’s nice to not have to lean over or bend his knees to get a little action.

He loves it!

What he doesn’t love is the fact he can’t hide nothing from you. He’s used to putting stuff up high where he’s the only one who can reach it. Out of sight out of mind, right?

Wrong, cuz you can pull up a chair and see just fine. That and he’s not very original with his hiding spots so he’s practically inviting you to see all the snacks, surprise gifts and stuff you’re not supposed to know about.

He still hasn’t gotten used to the fact that someone else can and will reach up in his zone and take all his goodies 😫

You got that man frantically opening cupboards and swiping the empty spaces on top multiple times cuz he swore he put his Cheetos up there!

“Y/n!”

“Whut?” Laid out on the couch with the remote and an orange bag, watching your favorite show without a care in the world. The great thing about Jason’s place? Everything is bigger than you, even the shower.

“You seen my Cheetos?!”

You roll up the half-empty Cheeto bag with loud, telltale crinkles and start on licking your fingertips clean of evidence. “Nope! Check the cupboards!”

“I looked there already!” He sticks his head in the living room and glares at you as you quickly tuck the bag under your body.

You pull your thumb out with a loud pop. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me! I saw that!”

You smile, not even the least bit guilty. “I figured since Nash put you guys on that special diet, you wouldn’t need them anyway?”

“Nash don’t run nothing up in here!” He snatches the remaining Cheetos from underneath you and looks pitifully at them. “Damn, girl! You put a hurting’ on these didn’t you? Always eating my stuff…"

“Didn’t you take my goldfish and never gave em back?!”

“Mannn, why you bringing up old beef?”

“It was last night…”

“Like I said, in the past.”

You just want to snatch his piercings off sometimes.

Zach

He prefers tall girls anyway. Not to say he won’t go for average/short girls, but he def has a favorite in tall babes, and an even bigger favorite in you.

When you’re his girl, it’s a wrap, DMs are closed. Ain’t nobody else getting in.

He looks scary to some but trust me, he is totally and irreversibly whipped for you.

Makes grumpy grunts and whines and moans when he doesn’t wanna do something but ultimately does it anyway.

Gives you plenty of attitude when he’s mad but will never put his hands on you. He’ll reach for you and you flinch thinking he’s about to get physical, but he just picks you up and puts you in the bedroom for a time out.

Always tries to butter you up with food and hugs and kisses after he makes you mad.

Always has you on the inner part of the sidewalk.

Makes any excuse to touch you respectfully. -turns to look at Jason over the rim of my shades-

Want to wear heels, but feel insecure about being too tall? Zach is not about to let that slide.

He’s buying you heels and that’s final!

And not only that, he’s sliding them on your feet in the store and buckling/tying them up before taking your hands and helping you stand up in them.

Let somebody say sum to make you feel insecure about it.

“Go head! Say it with your chest! It’s not gone come out a second time so make it count.”

Happens to be a very talented dancer, and loves taking you to parties so he can show you off. Tends to reel back just so he can watch you do your thing in the shoes he got you.

Sometimes gets impatient for the slow songs so he can hold you close.

Sometimes doesn’t even wait and intimidates/bribes the DJ into putting on your favorite slow song to dance to.

Can’t even imagine a feeling better than holding you.

Nick

He’s just so happy you like him back.

All the girls usually go for Nash. 🥲

Shows out on the court when he notices you’re in the stands watching one of his games.

Jabberwocks ain’t never seen this man hustle so hard.

Cuz yeah, he did invite you and all, but you actually showed up 🥹

Like, you don’t understand, his heart is doing backflips in his chest. He cannot embarrass himself in front of you right now.

His teammates notice he keeps looking over at you and get nosy.

“Dayummmmm! She kinda bad tho!”

“That your girl, Nicky boy?”

“Yup~.”

They start setting Nick up for passes while having a whole interrogation in the middle of the game. 💀

Since when did he have a girl?

How come he’s never brought you around?

You were way too fine for him… but did you have a sister?

Nick stopped in his tracks and passed to Zach so he could fix Allen with a stare.

“What?”

“Really?”

“Quit being stingy! We could do double dates!”

Gets super excited when the game is over and you’re waiting for him to come over to you.

You looked so cool, leaning back on your ride with your shades propped up on your head and one ankle crossed over the other.

It was also easier to notice something about you that wasn’t so obvious when you were sitting… not that it mattered but…

“She kinda tall tho…”

Zach rolls his eyes. “Allen shut up.”

“I see why Nick was scared earlier, she bout as big as he is!”

Allen squints at Jason. “I know you ain’t calling nobody big, Paul Bunyan.”

“Cut it out.” Nash acts bored with the whole thing but he’s definitely watching from the corner of his eye.

You grab fistfuls of his jersey and pull him in for a kiss.

Allen

Allen’s not a complicated dude. He likes video games, anime, and basketball.

He doesn’t like getting into arguments with you and is generally chill with you.

Also likes that you’re closer to his height so he can grab you up.

He’s a straight clown and will act a right fool with most girls, but around you, he gets extra shy and acts aloof.

Thinks you’re kinda intimidating at first, but when he gets to know you he lets out his inner goof a bit and makes you laugh.

Nash does not let this man sit next to Jason when traveling, cuz when those two get together it’s over for everyone. Allen’s assigned seat is next to you.

Which is okay with him, if he can’t crack jokes with Jason he’ll just show you the newest Ninja Turtles movie trailer.

Has a million different playlists that he trades with you.

Doesn’t mind if your feet are in his lap when he plays video games.

Gamer lovers~

Tucks you in when you fall asleep before him, carefully removing your shoes and settling blankets over you.

Is extremely private about his relationship.

Has a whole system for buying consoles and games and will get you whatever you want.

Will carry you in any multiplayer game.

Is all for equality so if you’re higher than him he will let you carry.

Nash

Obsessed with your legs and loves to run his hands up the length of them when you’re in his lap.

They belong everywhere, on the couch, on the dashboard, heck, put them around his waist, he ain't mad.

Traveling first class is a given and that extra space is heaven.

Zach and Nash are brothers in arms when buying shoes for their baby girls.

He doesn’t care how tall you are, you’re still getting them.

So, remember when Jason couldn’t stand you cuz Nash is always letting you have your way?

He figured out how to take advantage of that 😂

Like you’ll actually have stuff in common and so seven times out of ten, when he wants something and knows Nash ain’t rolling with it, he’ll try to get you to ask for it.

Like when you want that one cousin your mom likes to ask if ya’ll can do something cuz you know if you ask she’s gonna say no?

You, my friend, are that cousin.

“Bro, you trying to go bowling again?”

Nash gives him a thumbs down and makes a buzzer noise. “Pick something else.”

“Mannnn.” He immediately turns to his trump card when you walk in “Yo, Y/n! YOU tryna go bowling again?”

“Are we going for real?!”

“What? No.”

“Aww, but why?” You drop into his lap a little too hard and he grunts but pulls you up against him into a more comfortable position.

“We went bowling yesterday,” he drums his fingers on your hip, “pick something else.”

“Well, we could do whatever you want first and then go!” You look up at him with soft eyes and just… ugh. The begging. He could handle attitude but was weak against the begging. “Please, baby?”

There was no way in hell he could refuse. You did give his interests first priority… His head falls back and he lets out a loud sigh before giving your thigh a light smack.

“Go get your shoes.”

#courtsidehcs #courtsideasks #courtsidewith #courtsidewithjs #courtsidewithng #courtsidewithallen #courtsidewithnick #courtsidewithzach #jason silver x reader #jason silver #nash gold jr x reader #nash gold jr #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader

[rivertapes]

Star Struck

Leo V. x Daughter of Ares!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

“She’s beautiful..”

“She’ll break your bones in an instant.”

Leo gave a glance towards Piper as she rolled her eyes, “She’s scary, doesn’t show much love to people.” Piper finishes her statement as you kick down a cabin member in a sword duel.

“I win!” You yell out as a set of hands clap in your achievement. Snapping back you see that it’s Leo, the child of Hephaestus. “Using the sword I made for good work I see!” You nod, he was the weird type. Not only that he would be the only one that cheered you on for your wins. It’s like he followed you everywhere.

…

As you were taking off your armor, you see the ray of chaos and follow him. The only reason why you knew of him was because he would show off the weapons he made for everyone here along with some of the other Hephaestus children. You liked some of the confidence he had, he wasn’t afraid to do a lot of things. Only thing that scared him was you yelling at him out of anger, but you didn’t know that.

“Hey Leo!” Yelling out to the kid he turns around, that goofy smile he had was plastered onto his face. You had no idea what you were doing, or why you were following him- but you were compelled to do so.

“Hello miss, how may I assist you?” You were two steps in front of him, closer than ever. You didn’t know what to say, “Uhm, is this armor good? I don’t think it really fits me?” Dear Gods you wanted to face smack yourself. He chuckled, “Maybe it’s a little to big for your shape, doesn’t look like it fits you- I’ll make a special pair for ya’, follow me.” He insists and takes your hand, you don’t complain.

…

“Ok spread out your arms..” you do as he says, he was basically measuring your waist and you were getting looks from the younger Hephaestus children. They looked about 9 to 12 and giggling, sending a quick glare they stop and get back to work.

“Alright Y/N, I’ll make one for you tomorrow- it’ll probably be done before dinner tomorrow!” He still had that goofy smile on, you didn’t know how to feel about it. Many at this camp feared you except for your cabin mates, but this guy?

He was blushing.

“Hey your face is red.” You state putting your leather jacket back on. Leo touches his face and feels the burn, “Oh that- yeah that just happens sometimes!” He states with his voice getting a little high, everyone knew that he was hiding something when his voice got high. You heard a thing or two from others around camp. “Alright if you say so…” you wave him a goodbye as Piper walks in.

…

“You didn’t say anything to her did you?” She sighed, Leo ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how to tell her, she’s so mesmerizing sometimes I feel like I’ll ruin the moment.” He leaned back into his chair and looked at the measurements.

Piper saw his staring intensely at the paper, “It’s not gonna walk up and leave- if you want her to like it give it some nice touches around the sides.” Piper then grabbed his hand and they walked off to dinner like the others. ‘Nice designs huh…?’ Leo thought, he needed to make this something you’d love.

…

The next day you felt a certain someone was shooting glances at you. Looking across the main yard you see Leo in his workshop staring at you, using this to your advantage you send him a smirk and a small wave and go back to polishing your spear blade.

This drove the boy crazy, he loved the smile you sent to him. You never sent anyone a smile other than your cabin mates. After that you heard someone run across the main yard’s grass and stop in front of you. The shoes automatically said it was Leo.

“Hello Valdez,” you say standing up, “did my smile snatch you?” You place the spear over your shoulders. He couldn’t help but blush even more, Gods has he fallen head over heels for someone he barely talks to. You only finally spoke to him yesterday and you could tell that he was star struck. Oh you knew he liked you, this scrawny kid was in love with you.

“Oh I just- I need to check the measurements, they sort of feel right but I don’t really know if they are, oh plus the waist-” “They waist area doesn’t look right, does it?” you cut him off, he just nods a little fast in response. You laugh it off, “Ok measure me again.” Stating that you grab his hand and walk him back to the workshop.

…

“Ok I’m gonna need you to bring up your arms again…” he asks as you do what he says. You feel the string of tape go across your waist, but also a pair of hands on it as well. You couldn’t see him since you were facing behind him, but you could tell he was nervous. “Why are you nervous?” He didn’t say anything. You sigh in your head, he was either jabbering or not saying a thing.

“Alright so the measurements were-” “The same, huh?” You turn around and grab the paper out of his hands, the writing of the measurements match up as yesterdays. Pulling the paper down to see Leo, his face is red. Laughing you place the paper down and signal him to go outside the workplace with you. You grab your jacket as you exit the place and Leo quickly follows you, the other people in the shop were giggling- they knew how much Leo liked you, it was obvious and even to you.

…

You guys stood next to each other by a tree in the thick north woods. It was awkward for him but you were laughing inside, but not in a bad way.

“Why do you like me, out of all the other girls here? Aphrodite cabin has a lot of cute ladies.” You say quickly going from his side to standing in front of him. He stood in shock, “What do you mean all the other girls?” He knew he got caught in the act, “I mean yeah I like you and all but why would I stare at all those other girls?” He finally said it.

“Do you just like me, or do you love me?” You ask stepping forward a little, grabbing his arms lightly knowing your strength. He takes a deep breath, “I love you!” he yells out, “I could never look at another girl other than you; you’re strong, independent, hell the way you look is eye catching of course I was going to check your measurements again! Your touch makes me go bonkers and- and-”

Cutting him off you place a finger on his mouth. You giggle from him saying bonkers, it was hilarious. “Bonkers? Is that so?” Your smirk also drives him crazy, “oh my god, of course-” “Also my touch?” You say grazing your other hand up his arm to his shirt collar. He straightens his back, “…yes…” he answers hanging his head low. You pick up his head to look at you, and just like that you slowly give him a kiss on the lips.

He’s struck, you pull back and his eyes are widened. “Get over it Leo, it was just a small kiss-” he quickly pulls you in for another one, this one more passionate.

He can’t believe what he’s doing, but you started it with the first small peck. But you quickly realize that he’s good at it, he knew what to do. After a few seconds you pull back to see him red in the face. “Your face is red-” “So is yours.” He points to you with that smile he has, Gods he took your mind over.

“So, do you want to go on a date tomorrow? You know like around the camp and do fun activities since like Chiron won’t let us leave camp so I’ll try to make it nice for you-” You laugh cutting him off, “Yes I would love to..” you grab his hand and drag him back to camp. “Also you know you can keep your hand on my waist, I don’t mind if it’s you.” He nods understanding and you laugh again. Leo Valdez was the sweetest boy here.

“So about the armor…”

[Hope you guys liked this small one shot, hopefully it wasn’t bad!]

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #pjo leo #leo pjo #leo valdez x y/n #annabeth chase #grover underwood #nico di angelo #luke castellan #chiron #pjo x reader #hoo #hoo x reader #heros of olympus #oneshot #percy jackson oneshots #oneshots #x reader #fanfic #rivertapes

[jxtina-86]

Temporary Escape - Part 1

A/N: This fic has been and still is a work in progress. For seven years this has been on simmer. I picked it up again last year and wrote it religiously for MONTHS. And it is still not finished. So I'm posting this to push myself to finally finish it.

Oh, and I got myself in a right muddle because I started writing it before Mox went to AEW but it was all set when he was still in The Shield so he's Dean in this throughout.

Send words of encouragement. I. Need. To. Finish. It.

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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The hotel bar is dowdier and gloomier than I expected. Dotted around are the usual crowd I see the world over - the usual men in suits, sitting on their cellphones making calls to their families, lovers, and business partners. Then there’s the small gaggle of women on a trip out of town, having a solitary cocktail while waiting for the final friend to join them before they make their way out to a more exciting venue. A few tables down sits the elderly couple, visiting family or friends who didn’t want to impose, chose the hotel over the spare room.

And then there’s me. Depending on the location, sometimes I’m the only solo woman.

I make my way to the solitary barman stood cleaning glasses in an attempt to look busy. He raises his head as he sees me approach, asking without words what I want.

“Gin and tonic. Room 414.”

He nods, taking a newly polished glass and placing it in front of me. I pull out my phone and stare silently at my email inbox whilst he mixes the drink. I look up at the laughter that erupts through the still air and see the group of women making their way towards the lobby and out into the night.

Taking my drink, I head towards the corner that has just been vacated. Here I have the perfect vantage point over the bar and room -  experience has told me that it is better to see unwanted attention coming my way rather than be blindsided by staying at the bar or picking a central table. I’ve also learnt that going straight to the bar in my full business attire isn’t the best idea either - that also seems to attract a certain type of man who thinks busines attire means up for a good time away from home. So instead, when I’m done with whichever business I’m in town to meet, I head back to the hotel and straight to my room to change into jeans and a sweatshirt before venturing to the bar or restaurant.

And yet, I inwardly grimace as I see one suited and booted man glance in my direction, his gaze lingering longer than necessary, it still doesn’t seem to work.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as the man rises, stretches, his shirt slipping from the waistband of his pants. He weaves through the tables towards the bar, gesturing to the barman for another beer and then:

“Is this seat taken?”

“No. But if you’re going to ask if you can take it, then the answer is also no.”

“I thought you could do with some company.”

“You thought wrong.”

He’s about to answer, when there’s a wolf-whistle from the lobby and a burst of laughter. We both look over and I can see the group of women are still huddled there, looking at something just out of sight. I watch as one of them breaks away from the group and teeters over in too-high heels. Her friends hang back, watching, still giggling to each other.

“C’mon, just one drink.” The man is reaching for the chair opposite me.

“No. I’ve got work. And you,” I look at his hand. “Are married. Go and call your wife.”

“It’s just a fucking drink.” His eyes narrow. “I was being polite.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want a drink with you.”

Behind him, I can see the women have moved on, the laughter has faded.

“I don’t want to fuck you or anything.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Great, now we’re on the same page.”

Two more people have entered the bar. No, three.

“Fucking bitch,” the man mutters.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard. I was being polite.”

I frown. “I was minding my own business. You disturbed me and then proceeded to call me a fucking bitch. How is that even remotely polite?”

His lips curl into a snarl. “Whore.”

“Hey,” a new voice calls out and I feel a familiar shiver down my spine. “Get the hint, man. She’s not interested.”

The man turns. “Who asked-” he falters.

I peer around him, my heart pounding. It can’t be.

Three men. One of them is my ex-lover.

Or rather, I think with a rare flush of embarrassment, all of them are.

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[atcordare]

TWST characters as things my 16 yo brother has done/still does.

Heartslabyul:

RIDDLE: Gave my mom a lecture because she wouldn't stop leaving lights on around the house.

ACE: I make him fine delicious wonderful delicate magnificent ethnic dishes and he fucking puts ketchup in them.

DEUCE: Currently sitting on the couch watching something on TV but he has a chair on his head.

TREY: 5 minutes straight complimenting a brioche bread I brought home from the market. When I had to go back for groceries two weeks later and he asked me to bring it again and I had to tell him I didn't remember which bread it was he was really disappointed.

CATER: Got rickrolled and immediately made the guys reenact the scene to send it to me in a vid and ruin MY morning too.

LEONA: He's a very heavy sleeper so if he wants to get to his school (7 minutes away from our house BTW) on time, which is at 9am, he has to set alarms every five minutes starting at 6.50am. They're extremely loud and everyone in the house wakes up to them. He doesn't. He stills get to school late, just with all of us mad at him.

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Savannaclaw:

RUGGIE: Banned from being outside after 8pm because he WILL stop by the kebab place and bring back dinner without anyone asking him and he WILL demand the money back (also inflating the price a bit so he can get some benefits).

JACK: Heard me mention once that I wanted to play Hades so he asked for it on his birthday and gave it to me afterwards.

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Octavinelle:

AZUL: He's the only one with physical cash at home so when any of us needs to grab some he's the one to lend it. He asks for it back like not even two days later and he will impose fees if you're late.

FLOYD: Sometimes he'll just grab the cats and reposition them. Like they're nicely sleeping and he just goes over, grabs them and leaves them somewhere else. He also doesn't understand when they get annoyed so he can only pet them in front of me and my mom. (EXTRA: had to leave his rowing team because he was too tall for his league's boats)

JADE: Will cut you off and start explaining advanced mathematics if he wants you to shut up.

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Scarabia:

KALIM: *enters my room* HEY CHECK THIS OUT *starts jumping like with his knees to his chest and doesn't stop until he does a particularly high jump* OKAY CATCH YOU LATER *heads to the living room and starts playing the trombone he hasn't even looked at since he was 9*.

JAMIL: He's constantly mumbling his inner monologue but will get annoyed at you if you do the same.

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Pomefiore:

VIL: When he was like seven our mom bought knee high boots with a 7cm heel and he stole them and wore them for like a week straight. He can now walk in high heels because of this.

ROOK: *enters my room* Kakashi from Naruto offers you choccy milk. Accept? Deny? *I reply that I shoot him in the chest six times bc I thought he was joking so he throws a choccy milk box at my head* WRONG YOU HEATHEN. *I turn and see him on a Naruto character cosplay-idk which one but definetly not Kakashi*

EPEL: We were at my Mexican extended family's house and we had tacos for lunch. When he heard out grandma in law tell us that we should be careful with the toppings because they were very spicy, he grabbed one of the tortillas, spooned all of the chili and pico de gallo he could get inside of it and ate it just like that. When asked he said he wanted to challenge himself but it doesn't really explain why he had do that another six times especially after making it obvious that he could NOT handle it.

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Ignihyde:

IDIA: Used to carry an entire manga collection on his backpack every day. Not a short one either it was an entire 20 manga books on his back every day.

ORTHO: The kids at our school didn't like him very much so me and all of my higher grade friends adopted him. He was the token little kid in the 11th grade friend group.

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Diasomnia:

MALLEUS: Sometimes he gets quiet during conversations when something someone said catches his attention. He will think about it, lose the thread of conversation, and, when the topic has already changed at least a few times, he will give his thoughts without even reminding us the context.

SEBEK: I told him once that he's not good playing Tracer at OW so now every time he plays her and wins he yells at me from his room and says I WON AGAIN USING TRACER!!!!

SILVER: Every time one of our cats meows he replicates the noise. We all do. We don't even notice we're doing it at this point.

LILIA: Constantly playing at a JJBA Roblox Roleplay server and when he loses I can hear him yelling at his 12yo teammates.

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[ugh-yoongi]

11:44pm | fa&r: timestamps

read the original / series masterlist. pairing namjoon x f. reader. wordcount 902. genre angst. warnings sexually suggestive, minors dni. mentions of alcohol. reader goes on a date with someone else. timeline october 2022.

 You’d gone on a date tonight.

With an engineer. Respectable, smart, pulled out your chair for you at the restaurant. Didn’t talk for you or over you when you’d ordered. Asked if you’d wanted wine, your opinion on it when you said yes. Knew when to take and when to give, knew how to keep the conversation flowing and interesting, knew enough about social cues to invite you for drinks after.

He’d held your hand in public.

It had hit you then, the unbearable weight of being a secret, of knowing you’ll never have anything normal. Maybe one day you could have who you truly wanted, but he’d never hold your hand.

So you’d gone for drinks and talked and laughed and didn’t have to fake it when you came. Your date was classically handsome and wicked smart and perfect for someone else.

And now you’re alone in your apartment, a little drunk and a little on the verge of tears. There are blisters on your feet because you’d bought a new pair of heels. Thought they’d make you feel good, confident. Did your hair and your makeup real nice, too, because you wanted someone else to see what Namjoon sees and find it worthy of showing off.

But you’re just drunk and alone, so you muss up your hair a little and pout into the mirror, snap a selfie and post it to your Instagram story.

On the other side of town, Namjoon will be at a party of his own, locked away under the guise of exclusivity, and he’ll see your Instagram story and know exactly where you’ve been, know exactly what you’ve been up to. He’ll hate it, because he always does, but he’ll never understand. Sometimes he thinks he does, because he’s a secret too and he’ll never hold your hand, either, but—

Namjoon has all the power.

He understands what it means to be hidden away. He understands what it means to have such suffocating restrictions on his life. But he doesn’t understand what it means to be powerless. Not in this way.

So he’ll be at his industry party surrounded by people willing to sign NDAs and leave strings unattached and he’ll see your Instagram story and know you’ve been on a date. He’ll know someone else treated you nice, that you got dressed up for them, and he’ll hate it, but he’ll know he did this.

Namjoon [11:56] You look beautiful

Namjoon [11:56] Did you go out tonight?

You type out a response, hands trembling. Why does being honest always come at a cost like this? The price of vulnerability, of rejection, of knowing things could be different but still stagnant, deemed unworthy.

Namjoon still loves you but doesn’t regret letting you go.

You still love Namjoon, but you need to love yourself more.

You [11:58] Yeah

You [00:05] I went on a date

It takes a while. Namjoon’s busy, in high demand, probably charming crowds of dozens. Hoseok’s with him, and he’s a chatterbox, too. Just as captivating, just as likely to talk to anyone, make them feel important. They’re so good at it and it makes you angry, sometimes. The ways Namjoon makes you feel important and the way he makes a stranger feel important are not all that different, and it makes you angry.

Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t regret letting you go.

Still, you wonder what it’s like to be entranced by Namjoon now: no longer the awkward teenager you’d met all those years ago, nothing but limbs and oversized dreams, barely able to string two coherent sentences together in the face of a pretty girl. No, he hasn’t shaken those demons completely, but he’s aware of himself now. Knows who he is, what he can offer, what people are willing to do to be with him. There’s power in it, and Namjoon wields it effortlessly.

You wonder if it’d work on you. You’d met Namjoon at nineteen, able to blame your entire relationship on youth and inexperience and the inability to let it go, stuck somewhere between sunk cost fallacy and nostalgia and genuine affection, but would it work on you now, nine years wiser?

Doesn’t matter.

Namjoon [00:32] Tell me about it

He likes this. Gets off on it, sometimes, because it feels like a punishment. It feels like all the ways you’ll never hurt him yourself, so it’s easier to indulge. It’s easier to press all the filthy details of the other people you fuck into Namjoon’s skin so he’s forced to carry them like brands.

But tonight—

Tonight, it feels double-edged. You’ll hurt Namjoon, and the singed part of you will enjoy it, but tonight the thought of doing so makes you sick to your stomach.

You [00:34] Saw you’re out too

You [00:34] You look so good

You [00:34] Want you to wear that turtleneck when you fuck me

You [00:34] Want you to use that belt on my hands. Do you remember the last time you tied me up, how hard I came?

There are a million ways to hurt Namjoon, and you know them all. When sex is all he can offer you, it’s easy to weaponize.

Namjoon [00:46] Fuck baby

Namjoon [00:46] I will, if that’s what you want

Namjoon [00:47] I’ll give you whatever you want, you just have to ask

When sex is all he can offer you, it’s easy to pretend.

Was I planning on writing another fa&r drabble this soon? No, but I also wasn’t expecting to wake up and be tortured again by Namjoon in a turtleneck and tight ass pants performing Sexy Nukim, so here we are.

As always, thank you for reading! You can send feedback/requests here. ❤  

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[blue-haired-chick]

Jeremiah Valeska X Reader Imagine (Smut)

from wattpad

You were smart. so was Jeremiah. you could see he was smart and Jeremiah could see that you were smart. he didn't want to fuck with you. he knew it was a bad idea. and you didn't want to fuck with him.

your little unspoken deal lasted a few weeks. Eventually Jeremiah started recruiting your men. That was the first of his many mistakes. then he blew up the clock tower, another huge mistake. this was your city, too.

Maybe you should pay ol' valeska a visit.

you wore your best suit. tight black leather pants, a neat shirt, your signature trench coat and a f/c tie.

you also dropped by a store on the way, to try and find a hat as utterly ridiculous as his.

you snuck unassumingly into the building that contained his temporary lair. luckily Oswald had heard where he had settled for a few days.

You found a chair in a dimly lit corner and waited.

After an hour or two, you heard a door and footsteps.

you saw his shadow in the room.

a calm coo echoed into the room

"I know you're hear, miss L/N. I had a feeling you might show up."

you stood and walked to the doorway and there he stood, suit and all, hands gripping a cane

"then you must know why I'm here." you reply.

"ah yes, I do apologize if my actions do impede on your efforts. however, and this may seem harsh, y/n, but....

maybe you should have made this city yours when you had the chance."

you stood and stared at him. you start to chuckle.

"my dear valeska, you can tear this city down in a day, but you can't build it in one. I was once ambitious like you."

you step in closer to him.

"you steal one more of my men, and it won't be a matter of will I kill you. it will be how."

you reveal a knife and stick it to his neck. he remains calm, doesn't move an inch. he seems to get the message, but he's not threatened.

"Your so much smarter than your brother, Jeremiah. I had such high hopes for you. but now I'm starting to think your too...reserved? systematic? you have no originality, my friend. sometimes that's the one thing that will save you."

you remove the knife from his neck and lean right into his face.

"if you pull this off, I will be...very impressed."

you back away and turn to the door.

it shuts. 

"not so fast, miss L/N"

you stopped and turned on your heels.

"yes?"

"why not stay and chat for a moment? do we really have to be so bitter to each other?"

you look at him for a moment, then walk to him.

.

.

.

.

You sit across from each other, sipping tea politely.

"why do you think I killed your men?"

Jeremiah asks.

" I don't know frankly. All I really care about is if your going to do it again."

you stare at your tea for a moment.

"or maybe you wanted to get my attention." you question playfully, with a suggestive smile.

Jeremiah continues to sip his tea with a solemn face.

"for someone as smart as you I'm surprised you didn't realize that sooner."

you sit and think quitely. there are several reasons he could want your attention. To make an ally of you? to kill you? you looked at him intently.

"why do you want my attention."

you ask

"to bring you here."

"why here?"

he sips his tea.

"so I can drug you of course."

you freeze. fuck.

you start to feel it. the lightness. the fuzzness. it's uncomfortable. everything starts to get blurry and faded.

"you know, I'm surprised at how easy it was to capture you, darling. but don't worry, you were still a challenge."

.

.

.

You wake up tied to a bed, in nothing but your bra and underwear.

the room is furnished well. There's a lot of antique art work and wood.

You try to free yourself.

"ah, good. your awake. " Jeremiah says through the door. You continue to struggle as his footsteps get louder.

the door creaks open.

Jeremiah struts in slowly, holding a riding crop. hes wearing just kakis and a dress shirt and back gloves. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

in your head, you couldn't help but get excited. He looked so hot and demanding, and you loved it. you didn't want his to know it though, not yet at least.

"hello, dearest. I hope you enjoyed your nap." he says, leaning over you.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"what does it look like I'm doing, y/n? I'm going to show you why I killed your men."

you spit in his face. he wipes himself delicately.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to make things any worse for you-"

he grabs you agressivly, turning you over onto your back, twisting your arms and wrists. you cry out.

Then, he whips you. right across your ass. It hurts, but you like it. you let out a scream. He does it again, another scream.

He hits you a third time, this time you whine.

"what was that, sweet?" he climbs ontop of you and whispers. you don't answer.

"answer me." he says, grabs you by the hair gently and pulls back your head.

you whine again.

"yes, that doesn't sound like someone in... pain, does it? if I knew better, I would think you liked me punishing you."

He drops your head, and then throws the whip. You watch his gloves fall onto the nightstand.

Then, you feel the harsh sting of his hand going down on your ass.

"you're an awfully obedient whore for a killer, miss L/N."

You couldn't help it. You loved him hitting you, beating you silly. You wanted to laugh it felt so good.

But you kept it in as best you could.

"You're so quiet now. So disappointing."

Jeremiah gives your ass one last good, hard smack, and flips you back over.

"perhaps, I should be a gentleman, and do something for you, darling. I do feel bad for being so... harsh on our first date,"

he leans down to your face, and makes intense eye contact with you as he slowly and gently removes your panties.

He leans away, removing them fully from your body, and tucks them neatly into his shirt pocket.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bad host, miss y/n, I do hope this makes up for it." he leans into your sweet warmth and gently writhes his tounge between your sopping wet folds.

you give up, and let out a deep moan.

you can feel Jeremiah smile a little.

"do you like that, little one?" he pulls away from you, and you whine.

"mm yes, you do." he says lustfully, and continues feasting on your heat.

his tounge glides a long the lips of your pussy, covering it in spit. your legs tremble every now and then from the pleasure.

"oh god, Jeremiah, I think I'm-"

"ah ah ah, not so fast, my dear. That only happens when I am ready." he says in his soft, calm voice.

you watch him lean up, his crotch bulging out at you, begging for you.

you lick your lips and bite your lip a little.

"hungy, darling?" he says amused.

"please," you beg.

"address me properly, then I will reward you."

"please, master." you say

"very good." he pushes your body back so you can sit up more, and then undoes his pants.

He shoves himself into your mouth and you moan in pleasure.

he pushes himself deeply into you, letting out a high moan.

"your so insides are so tender, my sweet, for someone so wicked."

he thrusts into you again, harder.

You let a moan of pleasure escape your lips.

"I knew I could get something out of you. Now, I wonder how much it takes to make you scream."

his voice becomes more hushed, deep and ravenous.

He pounds into you, in a steady pumping motion. You hear him seething as he pushes himself in all the way. You can't help but moan.

He lifts up your waist slightly, but pushes your back down. The pressure on your stomach drives you closer to your climax.

"Jeremiah, I'm- "

"yes, Y/N. finish for me."

your moan turns into a scream. Jeremiah lets out a soft moan of relief,

and pumps again a few times while his cock softens.

"Your so lovely." he whispers in your ear.

you respond with nothing but a moan.

"your mine. anyone who touches you will regret it."

you whimper at his protective words.

"Now sleep, my princess."

#smut #jerome valeska #joker #reader #Gotham #gotham smut #gotham fan fic #fanfic #writing

[kaira-diaries]

I was Never There:

Note: one shot is also available on Wattpad under my account Kairadiaries for those who prefer it.

Warning: death / violence / mention of smut / fluff / language

Pair: Javi x f!character

Summary: it's the height of the Escobar case and Javi just is never around. You're feeling a bit down and head to a club for the night with some friends. You flirt with a handsome stranger, not knowing the club you stood in was a narcos hotspot and Steve and Javi were about to raid it.

••••

The sun dawned on Medellin as I stretched my fatigued limbs, absorbing the warmth through the curtain drawn window. I held the thin cream colored sheet against my chest as I now looked to the empty side of the bed. Javi was gone most days, but made sure to leave a crumpled up note with the overwrought words I love you on my nightstand. I look at it now, tracing each messy letter, trying to find some truth in the sweet gesture.

Waking up alone is a bitter sweet feeling. I'd take Javi from Colombia if I could and keep him hidden from the travesties of someone else's responsibility, though, he's done more for this place than anybody else could ever challenge. Sometimes I feel selfish, for wanting him all to myself after three years of pillow talk. Surely I could compromise, right?

It's a question I'd take days to truthfully answer as the sheet rapped around my figure falls to the floor as I stand to get ready for the day, finding sanctuary in a distraction.

__

"Peppermint tea, what do you think?"

Connie, Steves wife, stands with a smile brighter than sunshine a few tea bags in hand with the baby in the other. The kitchen heats a usual degree as the spring air dances through the kitchen curtains. Connie always wished for a child, and I discover a sense of joy, watching her and the child fit like two puzzle pieces.

"Y/n?"

"Right, yeah, that sounds delectable." I snap out of it, reaching for a handheld fan across the table. The ceiling fan above revealed to be useless.

Connie flashes a sweet smile, handing the baby to me and turning back to mix the ice water with the tea bags.

"What's troubling you?" She challenged.

The baby played with my braided strands as I thought up a response.

"Troubling circumstances." I said, bouncing the giggling little girl on my lap.

The pitcher of iced tea sweats as Connie places it on the table, followed by two glasses. She reads with concern, as she pours me a glass. "Javier?" I only nod and continue.

"I feel so...isolated from him. Most nights, I'm asleep once he gets home and asleep when he sneaks out to the office in the morning. He doesn't even make love to me anymore. It just feels like sex. All I get are empty words scribbled carelessly in pen. I just..I don't know what I can do anymore."

"If I were you" She grabs my empty hand. "I'd go have fun. While you're young and still can." She adds that last part with a giggle and I find myself later that day pulling out of my closet my finest black corset sequin dress along with gaspingly high heels. I need some cheering up.

__

LUX

The three letters lit the street as they painted the picture of alcohol and techno music.

In the heart of Medellin there were clubs up and down the blocks with similar architecture, though Lux had been for the most prestigious guests, and its incredible what beauty can do for you in this town.

Batted eyelashes with doe eyes were what got us in as I sipped on my fifth glass of whiskey, the music vibrated through my skin. Javier had introduced the insatiable liquor to me and it became my favorite.

The time read midnight on my watch and I threw back the rest of my drink, pushing the spice down my esophagus. In need of the dance floor, I slide from my chair making my way into the intoxicated crowd. My girls from grad school were out here now, finding any type of dance partner they could to grind to the music with. I had giggled at Lisa, who threw a goofy smile and a wink in my direction. I had began to sway, sliding into beat with the music. The song was just about to reach its climax as two large hands took charge of my hips. My neck began to tickle from the whispering touches of a mustache and I leaned into it, taking refuge in the familiarity. My nose collided with the mans as I laid eyes on a handsome and stoic face. He gave a cheesy grin as our paced quickened, the climax just moments away.

That's when the first gunshot rung. Screams poisoned the air as my friends along with the rest of the crowd frantically took off towards the nearest exit and the music stopped as the club was raided with armed men. A single glimpse was all it took for me to realize... it was Javier's men and it took only another moment for all guns to be drawn and honed in on the man that stood behind me.

My legs took control as I threw myself forward to get away until a thick arm locked around my neck, the other around my waist.

I was being used as a human shield with no strength to break free and a pistol making purchase on my sweaty temple.

Like the red sea, the men surrounding us parted, making way for Javier and Steve whose jaw dropped at the sight of me. I would have shrugged my shoulders if I could, too drunk to register the danger I was in.

Of course, Javier normally read like a book.

He was panicked with a angsty expression in his eyes, no doubt, but also agitated at the sight of me not home and in bed. He had to school it, though, because whoever had their arms around me couldn't know my affiliation.

If he did, and I survived tonight, I'd be dead in a matter of days.

"Really man?" Steve raised his arms in an unbelievable gesture towards the man who tightened his grip like iron, earning a yelp from me. I cringed at the steel that dug into my backside.

A/N: From now on they are speaking spanish I just don't want to translate, k thanks!

"The way I see it, you have two options here." Javi stood with one hip out, his hands gripping his belt loop.

"You can let the girl go, and come with us peacefully. Saving the lives of your meth-heads."

I looked now, seeing them on their knees, bags over their heads, with guns pointed to their temples like me.

"Or you can choose not to let the girl go, and I shoot you square between the fucking eyes."

He shrugged, palms facing the two of us. "It's your choice."

Silence filled the air and I wasn't sure who was supposed to make the next move as I studied Javi in front of me. His eyes lulled me to relax.

"You'll never be able to stop Escobar you DEA fuck. The drugs were flown to america early this morning. You're way past the point of redemption and way past the opportunity for making up lost time."

A fat loogie flew past my cheek, landing on Javier's boot.

The color was putrid as his breath lingered around me. Javier had only given a wicked smirk as if he just signed the mans death certificate.

Steve only gagged from behind.

Charming.

I honestly hadn't planned for it to happen, but it did and it was sort of genius.

Once the contents in my stomach reached my mouth from the disgusting sight on Javier's leathered toe, there was no stopping it. Whiskey and remnants of dinner went all over the floor and the man released me, but not without slicing a deep cut into my cheek from the sharp steel of the gun.

I lost balance as he shoved me to the floor, the barrel of the gun pointed at my face.

"Filthy Bitch." He seethed.

That's when Javi had been true to his word.

The man was dead a moment later with a hole square between his eyes, hot with metal from Javi's bullet.

His body collapsed beside mine as his blood splattered on my face.

I wailed at such a sight as his body became blurry.

A/N: back to English now!

I could barely make out the expression on his face as Javi dropped to a knee before me. His jacket was shed not a moment later to gently clean the bodily fluid from my face. I had almost gagged again until he lifted me with a sweet whisper. "Lets go home."

___

I woke the next morning to a dark room.

The drapes hadn't been drawn.

The nightstand had held nothing other than a two day old glass of water.

The headache took shape quickly and I dropped back down against the pillow with a groan. Rubbing my face in hope to come to but then my fingertips collided with a large bandage stuck to my cheek.

Fuck, I didn't think the slice was that resounding.

"Morning."

Javi appeared, lingering in the doorway, his arms were crossed while leaning against the frame.

"Hi." It was small and unsure as he approached the window, opening the drapes, and letting the sun in. I only sat awkwardly like a child waiting for their punishment.

He then approached with a bottle of water and two headache pills. Handing the bottle to me, Javi gives a sweet greeting kiss and I jumped back. "I haven't brushed my teeth, Jav."

He shrugs. I tilt my head. "And I vomited my guts out last night?"

"You think that bothers me?"

"It should?" I challenged, earning an eye roll while shoving the two pills down my throat washing them down with water.

"You want to tell me why you were at Lux last night?" His brow raised with intimidation.

"Just looking for some harmless fun." I blindly picked at the fabric of the blanket, trapped in his stare.

"Yeah, a gun to the temple looked harmless."

I scoffed. "Oh please, like I knew you were going to Clint Eastwood the entire place." I crossed my arms.

He only stared.

"You need to be more smart with yourself, y/n." He caressed the bandage on my cheek as a reminder.

A reminder of another close call but I drew his hand from me.

"You don't get to tell me what I need." I spelt and leaned back into my pillow.

"You're angry with me."

"Furious" I emphasized.

He gestured me to explain. Its then that the heartbreak rose to the surface.

My eyes dropped, hiding the despair.

"I've never felt so alone." I wept with pain at the sentence.

"Javi..You're never around. I eat breakfast alone, I eat dinner alone, I sleep alone."

"Its like you don't exist." I finished as the bed adjusted beside me from his weight. My slumped figure was then pulled onto his chest. Warm arms slung around my waist and cradled the back of my head.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. His mustache tickled my forehead as he pressed a sweet kiss to it.

"This case keeps me up at night, its..never ending and I haven't wanted you seeing me in this shape because I knew it'd take just about everything from you, but if I knew you had felt like...I just..I would have been here y/n. Forgive me."

I sat up, facing him. His eyes, once brown with spunk and energy, were now grey with exhaustion. They lit the smallest spark as I caressed his cheek. "You need rest." He drew from me, only shaking his head in agreement. We laid back down.

He had explained his truth.

The case had been taking much from him, he aimed to keep it from me...out of shame? I hadn't fully known but it was enough.

From that night on things had been different.

Javi had been there, keeping his promises.

In return I was able to give him support and enough strength to get through each day, even if it ended with chasing his nightmares away.

It was a balanced give and take that wasn't there before.

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[vailry]

.• ‘’ ღ bad wine , 1.5k words

———— includes charles for a few sentences ღ ‘’ • .

love note , contains somnophilia, drugging, loss of virginity

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Squeezing out the excess water out of the cloth, I dragged it upon the surface of the counter picking up any dirt and dust left behind by the customers. Tossing the cloth back into the bucket of water, I grabbed any leftover trash or broken wine bottles that had scattered over the tavern. “[y/n], you don’t have to clean anymore. It’s getting quite late and you need your rest for tomorrow's work.” Charles spoke from behind me, gently nudging me with a few slaps on the back. He wasn’t lying though, it was already 10:32 pm, you were meant to leave an hour ago but because of how busy it was today of course you’d have to put in a little more time.

Standing back up and dusting off any dirt that got on my clothes, I nodded back at Charles and opened the tavern’s door. “Wait, [y/n]. I’m sorry but Master Diluc told me to tell you that he has something to tell you at Dawn Winery.” My mouth opened a little remembering Diluc, though we didn’t talk much, he would occasionally start rambling about the wines and sometimes grape juice. I nodded once more at Charles and started heading off to Dawn Winery. Today was the worst day to wear heels, my feet are already killing me.

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After walking all the way to Dawn Winery, I had finally made it. I felt like collapsing right then and there because of how tired my calves were. Grabbing the handle of the wooden door, I stepped inside to hear the lovely vinyl music they would always play. The place had an aroma of a sort of grape juice smell, but that wasn’t so surprising seeing as it was Diluc’s favorite drink. Standing still in the doorway, I fidgeted with my fingers before hearing footsteps down the stairs.

It was Diluc of course in his high ponytail this time, in his hand he held a bottle of especially expensive dandelion wine. Setting it on the table, he walked towards me greeting me with a small bow on the head. “Sorry to call you here so late, Ms. [l/n]-” You shook your two hands in front of your face while shaking your head, “Please, just call me [y/n]. And it’s fine, don't worry.” He flashed a small smile before taking my hand and guiding me to the table in the middle of the tavern. He went behind a chair and pulled it out, patting the bottom of it signaling for me to sit down. Of course I sat down, adjusting my outfit and my hair to look more proper.

Soon, two maids set down two wine glasses and bowed to the both of us. Diluc grabbed the dandelion wine and removed the cork at the top, “Wait, Master Diluc. I thought you disliked wine?” He nodded and replied back, “I do, alcohol prevents me from working more efficiently but because I’m not so busy I think I could spare some time to drink it with you.” He poured the wine into both of our glasses as I fidgeted with my fingers, wondering what he wanted to talk about. “Oh, [y/n], look over there.” He pointed towards a window that had a small dove in front. I stared at the bird before looking back at the table, he flashed me another smile before putting the cork back in and pushing the wine at the side of the table.

“So why’d you call me here today?” I asked, he looked around before answering me. “Honestly, I just wanted to talk to you for a little. We never talk as much at Angel’s Share.” His answer made my cheeks blushing a soft pink and I felt a bit tingly. Grabbing the wine glass, I picked it up towards Diluc in a toast. Picking his up too, we both made a ‘Clink!’ with our glasses and I sipped the wine quickly. I looked back at Diluc who didn’t drink any though, instead just looking at me while resting his head on his clenched hand. Feeling my head get cloudy and my vision getting a bit blurry, I got a bit drowsy and tired from drinking such little wine.

“I’ve missed you a lot, my love.” He uttered before I completely knocked out.

[third person ღ]

You completely knocked out that you had fallen off your chair. Diluc rushed over to you and grabbed your unconscious body in a bridal style. He’d never noticed how plush your lips were up close, and it urged him to give you a peck. He pushed aside some of your hairs that covered your face as he walked upstairs and into a room. He put you down a large bed as he took off his coat along with his shirt, throwing them harshly on the ground. He hopped onto the bed, setting his two muscular arms beside you. He brushed his fingers across your jawline, dragging it down to your neck and then rubbing his hand on your shoulder. You looked absolutely ravishing in your silky work outfit, ravishing enough to rip your clothes apart right here right now. Pieces of ripped clothing scattered on the bed as he tore off your undergarment revealing your hardened nipples.

He caressed your jawline once more before pecking your lips. Strings of saliva went down both of your chins as he hungrily kissed you. He cupped both of your breasts as he twisted your nipple. Moving away from your lips he went down to the other tit to suck on the hard nipple. A few pops echoed throughout the room as he removed his lips from you. Getting impatient, Diluc tore off the last pieces of clothing you had to reveal your beautiful slit. Going lower from your tits he put your two legs on top of his shoulders as he inhaled your smell. Though you weren’t awake, your pussy was already slick and wet from what he was doing. He went closer, flicking his tongue between your folds as his nose pressed against your sensitive clit. He went crazy on your pussy, licking you clean and tongue-fucking you inside.

Still unconscious, you wiggled around and quietly whimpered at his touch. Your slick liquids went down your curved ass as he went down to lick it. His cock was basically pleading to be let out and be inside you. Angry amounts of precum leaked through his boxers and his pants making a slightly noticeable wet spot right in the middle. Right now he’s focused more on pleasing you than he is himself. Diluc was hungry with lust, humping the mattress hard, imagining how tight you’d clench around his fat cock.

Finally rising from your pussy, he stood on his knees unbuckling his belt and throwing it on the ground. Unbuttoning his pants, he pulled down his pants along with his boxers down to his knees revealing his hard cock, leaking with precum everywhere down to his balls. Pumping his cock maybe once, twice, maybe more than five, he leaned into your entrance. Diluc kissed your lips again, biting down softly and gently. Grabbing both of your legs and hanging it over his shoulders, he pushed his red tip into you stretching you out in the process. Biting down his bottom lip, he went closer to your face, your foreheads basically touching. Inhaling the dandelion wine on your lips, he exhaled and pushed himself deeper before bottoming out inside you. God you were so tight, your walls were practically suffocating his dick. Looking down at your pink slit he noticed a pool of blood spewing out of you slowly. Oh god, you were a virgin?

He was mad that he didn’t prepare you enough, but at the same time he was turned on by the fact he stole your virginity. He rubbed his thumb against your clit, hoping it would make you a bit more loose before snapping his hips back and forth into you. His groaning grew more quieter the more you got loose. “I love you, [y/n]. I can’t stand watching those drunk customers try and touch what’s mine.” He babbled on and on, still rubbing your clit. You were more loose now giving him more space to go deeper and deeper into you. After he’s done, you wouldn’t be able to walk from how hard he’s going. His groans and moans vibrated onto your shoulder, making you shiver a little.

He felt you tighten like how you were when he entered, making him get closer to his high. His moans grew back to being loud, possibly echoing throughout the whole tavern. Precum leaked out of you and mixed in the puddle of blood. Clawing at your thighs, he leaned in closer for one last kiss. “F-fuck, I’m cumming. [y/n], I’m c-cumming..”

He hissed as he let his cum explode inside of you, a small bulge rose from your stomach, though it wasn’t too noticeable. He stayed inside of you, rubbing your stomach and then your sides making you shiver. He sighed and slid out of you, grabbing a blanket that was scattered off the bed. He rolled you around to face him, pecking your nose before falling fast asleep.

2:27 am..

5:58: am..

12:13: pm..

You were late for work.

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