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thebowieconstricker · 6 months

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Expressing Yourself with Edward Scissorhands✂️🥀🪡

Edward Scissorhands x Reader Oneshot!

Summary: You need a haircut, and your best friend is happy to help. Pining and fluff ensues.

Tags: Haircuts, soft touches, pining, fluff, so much fluff, domestic fluff, they’re in love and they don’t know it, give Edward Scissorhands a happy ending 20XX

AN: Hey y’all, this takes place before Edward has cut anyone’s hair, cause I love the idea that you’re the first to get an Edward haircut lol. Also this is partly just me ranting about wanting short hair, but take this anyway you need it! You are valid and Edward loves you <333

You hated your hair with a passion. It stuck out here, or was too long there, or was uneven at the back. Every time you looked in the mirror, you sighed before putting it up so you wouldn’t have to look at it. Although you had pleaded for a trip to the barbers before, your parents wouldn’t budge, and you were forced to keep your atrocious hairstyle.

This was the rant that you were currently giving to your very best friend, Edward. Ever since he had first come to town, you had an immediate kinship with him. Obviously you didn’t have scissors for hands, but you related to him. You were an oddball in your family, striving for something more than the technicolor suburbs. And when you saw Edward… man, it was like someone had created the perfect friend for you. He was so kind and understanding, he always seemed so enthusiastic about your dreams (though enthusiastic for him meant a small smile), and he was an amazing listener.

Like now.

Currently, you were pacing in the Bogg’s basement, where Edward sat on the couch, watching you. This had become your designated hang out space when you didn’t want to be outside.

“I just- I don’t get why they won’t just let me cut it. And like- I would do it myself, but I don’t know anything about styling hair!” You had been pacing for some time now, and at this statement, you dramatically collapsed next to Edward (though a good distance away as to not make him uncomfortable). He gave a small inhale and a smile that you took to be a laugh at your antics, and you looked at him.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

“Edward… have you ever cut someone’s hair before?”

His eyebrows raised in surprise, before shaking his head ‘no’.

You adjusted to face him more head on, his brown doe eyes giving you an awfully sweet, curious expression.

“Would you cut my hair? I mean, if you wouldn’t mind, of course. And it’s okay if it’s bad, ‘cause at least then my parents would have to take me to get it fixed.” At that you giggled a bit.

Edward furrowed his brows then, looking at you carefully.

“I like your hair.” He said it quietly, but seriously, and your heart melted.

“That’s sweet, but- I just don’t. And hey, I’ve seen the stuff you can create out of hedges, maybe hair can be your new medium!”

He gave a small smile to himself, then looked back at you seriously. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

You frowned. “You won’t hurt me, Edward. I trust you.” To emphasize, you gently put your hand on his shoulder. He flinched a bit at the contact, just enough that you notice, but then he froze, staring at you. He stared a lot, you had noticed. But this time, he seemed to be almost analyzing you. After a moment, he finally spoke. “I can do it.” You grinned and took your hand off of his shoulder, the urge to hug him becoming overwhelming. “Thank you SO MUCH! This means so much to me!” His eyes seemed to soften at your excitement and he smiled. “I’m happy to help you.” Edward motioned his hands upward, which you took as a sign to adjust yourself.

Oh, we’re doing this here-?

Eh, I’ll clean up Peg’s carpet.

You moved to grab a chair, which you set directly in front of him, then sat in it with your back to him. Edward stood up behind you, walking carefully around you as he took in the full spectacle that was your hair. You blushed a tad when he moved his face closer to yours to look at the hair in front of your face, but you tried to stay calm. After doing a few circles around you, he raised his hands and gave a part of your hair a sharp cut.

As the chunk fell to the ground, you couldn’t help but grin.

Edward cut more and more, here some and there some. As he grew more confident, he cut faster, the snipping sound you heard increasing in tempo. You couldn’t tell what style he was doing, as he seemed to be cutting at random. But you stayed as still as possible, getting excited as strand after strand wafted to the ground.

After a minute of him cutting at what seemed like the speed of light, he began to slow down, taking more care with certain parts of what hair you had left. Suddenly, he carefully put his scissor-hands on either side of your head, and your heart began to beat. Slowly, carefully, he turned your head to the left. You gulped.

He paused. He observed. He took his hands away from your head, but you kept it still, looking to the side. Taking very small steps, Edward circled you, and you stayed as still as a statue.

Without a sound, he jerked his arm up and gave your hair a final snip.

He smiled softly. “Done.” He whispered.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Woah, that was- an experience.” You said, getting up from the chair. Edward blinked as his smile widened, a gesture you had decided to mean he was laughing. You walked across the room to a mirror hanging on the wall, nervous but excited.

When you looked-

It was you.

Really you! The truest version of you that you had ever seen! Your hair was perfect! Edward had styled it so it framed your face just so, but also created such a unique shape that you laughed out loud seeing it.

“Do you like it?” Edward’s soft voice floated from behind you. You turned to him, grinning so widely you could tell it was contagious from the way he smiled back. “Edward it’s- it’s so perfect! I love it! You’re so talented I- can I hug you?”

He continued to smile at your praises until you mentioned a hug. “I can’t.” He frowned and said it so sadly.

You frowned with him, but then, you thought of something. “Could I put a braid in your hair?”

His eyes lit up, perking up immediately. He nodded with a smile.

You dashed to gather the proper materials in your bag, pulling out a hairbrush and some small, elastic hair ties. “Your turn in the chair, Ed!” He moved quickly to sit down, his hands fidgeting in excitement.

After a while of trying to organize Edward’s hair into something even remotely manageable, you took a part of his hair and gently began to braid. Although you had always admired his hair from afar, you never took in how beautiful it actually was. A dark, inky color, it swirled and curled in intricate layers. Choppy and messy, yes, but with such charm.

Unbeknownst to you, Edward was in heaven. His eyes softly closed the second you began to touch his hair, a small hum of contentment escaping from his lips. You had been the first person to want to get close to him. You had always been so relentlessly kind to him. You were never afraid to touch him. And now here you were, happily braiding his hair. If his pale face could blush, it would, and he felt the heat rising to his cheeks. He had basically fallen for you the second he saw you, but moments like these made him fall harder and harder.

A moment later, you had finished a small, pretty braid in the mess of his hair. Small enough that it didn’t alter his style (you’d never want to do that, it was too gorgeous), but large enough that it could be seen.

“Done! I like it!” You ruffled his hair affectionately and Edward beamed. He got up from his chair slowly, but then dashed robotically across the room to the mirror, making you giggle. He looked at himself and turned his head at an angle to see his braid. As you watched, his eyes crinkled with how much he smiled, his scissors sniping back and forth. He turned to you.

“Thank you very much.” He said, grinning.

You walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “No, thank you. This was amazing.” His eyes were focused on you, giving you an expression of adoration and gratitude.

Leading him back to the couch, you began to chatter away about another matter. The two of you ultimately settled again, this time you put your head on his shoulder. The rest of the night would go on like your previous hang-out nights, but you both knew that things had shifted between you two. Things were the same, yes, but you had shared something special. You finally felt like yourself, thanks to Edward. And Edward felt appreciated and loved, thanks to you.

AN: Thanks so much for reading! I just want there to be more cuddly Edward content so I guess I’ll have to do it myself. Also I included the “you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding” line on purpose, because it’s such a cliche lol. Gimme requests if ya got ‘em and have a wonderful autumn! <333

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stray-cat-21 · 9 months

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The Pariah and the Freak

Part 2: Meeting the Baby and Rumors Spread

Summary: Eddie and (y/n) see their baby for the first time

“Shit does this look okay should I change? I’ve gotta couple button ups from shows and stuff I could wear. Do we have time to run back to the trailer?”

“Eddie honey we’re just doing an ultrasound there’s no dress code”

“Yeah but we’re meeting our baby for the first time I wanna make a good impression”

Eddie sounds genuinely concerned while staring into the full length mirror in (y/n)’s room. He messes with his hair, adjusts his plain black shirt tucking it in and untucking it, and tampering with his jacket’s zipper. (Y/n) steps away from her closet watching her boyfriend nervously fiddle with his clothes. Not only was he worried about his appearance but even in private he had referred to the baby as his own. Smiling she made her way over to Eddie wrapping her arms around his waist earning a soft smile from him.

“You look fine baby I promise, it’s not like the baby can see you” (y/n) responds voice airy and feathery light. Eddie exhales turning around to wrap her in a tight hug. He holds her close resting her forehead against his chin so he can plant a kiss there. “I know I just want to do this all right start to finish. You deserve that, you both do” he breathes.

(Y/n) smiles warmly looking up to give him a kiss. Slow sweet and laced with appreciation. “You look amazing and I know the baby will agree. I mean how could they not with that hair” she teases playing with a strand of his brown waves. Eddie chuckles relaxing more. “And the sweet ol tatties don’t forget those” he jokes earning a laugh from (Y/n).

“Those too baby” (y/n) agrees. “Alright we better get on the road we got a bit of a drive” Eddie says glancing over at the clock. (Y/n) agrees grabbing her purse. (Y/n) was 18 so getting a doctors appointment without parental knowledge or consent wasn’t hard but in order to not get caught they had to make the appointment the next town over. Eddie offers out his arm leading them out to his van.

He pulls the van’s passenger door open with a loud squeak. There’s a bit of a step so Eddie helps her up into her seat. “Oh you can uh stick the camera in the back” Eddie suggests spotting it sitting on the seat. (Y/n) pulls it into her lap instead as Eddie makes his way over to his own seat. “What’s this for?” She questions once he’s in the van.

“I uh wanted to capture the moment” Eddie laughs a little embarrassed. (Y/n) smiles again and leans over to kiss him on the cheek. “I don’t have too many photos from when I was little, they’re mostly from after I moved in with Wayne. I want things to be different for our kid y’know” he shrugs. “Then our baby will have tons of photos, not just of them but our little family” (y/n) agrees.

Spending her Sunday with her legs in stirrups with Eddie Munson at her side was definitely not on (y/n)’s agenda for her senior year. It’s an uncomfortable position to be in but with Eddie holding her hand it doesn’t feel too bad. He presses a soft reassuring kiss to her palm offering her a warm smile. “You ready to meet our baby?” Eddie asks. “So ready” (y/n) breathes.

A doctor dressed in baby pink scrubs enters with a clipboard in hand. “Hello my name is Dr. Aditi and you must be (y/n)” she says reading from the chart. “Yes, and this is Eddie he’s the father” (y/n) explains. “Hi” Eddie says nervousness evident his voice.

Doctor Aditi asks a lot of questions and explains some medical things. Eddie makes a note of exactly what vitamins (y/n) needs to take along with what exactly to avoid. Anytime she seems to get overwhelmed or worried Eddie gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. It’s a lot to take in but Eddie takes it seriously wanting to do as he said and do everything right.

Finally it's time for the ultrasound. Dr. Aditi prepares the machine, gently putting the cold gel on (y/n)'s belly and positioning the wand. As the screen flickers to life, Eddie holds his breath. The room is filled with a soft whooshing sound as the doctor moves the wand around, searching for the baby. And just like that there it is, a tiny, fuzzy image appears on the screen.

Eddie's eyes widen with wonder, and (y/n) gasps, tears threatening to spill from their eyes. They clutch each other's hands even tighter as Dr. Aditi points out where there baby is. "It's beautiful," Eddie whispers, his voice filled with awe. Tears stream down (y/n)'s face as she nods in agreement. "Our baby," she murmurs voice choked with emotion.

Eddie pulls his eyes away briefly enough to kiss her (y/n) on the head. “And this,” Dr. Aditi says flicking another switch “is your baby’s heartbeat.” A small but steady thumping sound fills the room. Forget Metallica, screw Dio, and Megadeath may as well throw in the towel. This sound right here was Eddie’s new favorite sound.

The next few moments are a blur as Dr. Aditi continues the ultrasound procedure. The whole time Eddie can't take his eyes off the screen. His heart bursting with love for the tiny life growing inside (y/n). The image is etching itself into his memory taking place among Eddie’s favorite things. It’s a moment he wants to remember forever.

After what feels like an eternity Dr. Aditi finishes up and cleans (y/n)'s belly. As they all gather their belongings, Eddie remembers the small camera now tucked under his leather jacket. “Uh hey before we go I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind taking a photo of us?” Eddie asks. The doctor happily obliges accepting the camera. Eddie wraps his arm around (y/n)‘s shoulders and they both hold the ultrasound in front of them.

Leaving the doctor's office Eddie and (y/n) share a huge smile. There’s an indescribable sensation of love and connection they’re both experiencing. They sit in the van, staring at the ultrasound image, unable to contain their excitement. It feels unreal as Eddie stares at the black and white photo in his hands.

“They’re beautiful”

“I know it’s unbelievable”

“Wasn’t that the most metal thing you’ve ever heard?

“Seriously this is amazing you’re amazing” Eddie breathes out. He kisses her head and her cheek and her lips. (Y/n) let’s out a teary laugh. “Seriously (y/n), amazing” Eddie grins.

As they drive back towards home they’re both just a little somber. Once they get home there’s no celebrations to be had, no spreading the joyful news. They do end up stopping by a little store that sells baby clothes. Eddie insists on picking out a tiny onesie with the words "Daddy's Little Rockstar" printed on it. It's a small gesture, but it symbolizes his unwavering commitment to being the best father he can be.

Eddie’s copy of the ultrasound stays safe in his wallet. Every time he opens his wallet and sees the picture he can't help but smile like an idiot. It represents everything he went through to make this happen. How far he had come since just daydreaming about (y/n) from across the room.

On Monday morning Eddie strutted through the halls of his high school, a grin plastered across his face. His classmates couldn't help but notice the exuberant expression on his face, and whispers began to circulate. By third period rumors had emerged, each more outlandish than the last. According to the grapevine Eddie had sacrificed a virgin over the weekend and that was the cause of his unusually good mood.

Determined to get to the bottom of things Gareth intercepted him at his locker. Gareth stood his ground blocking Eddie's path while Jeff and Paul joined crowding Eddie."What's going on with you Eddie are you high or somethin?" Gareth demanded, his tone laced with confusion.

Confusion etched across his face Eddie shook his head. "What are you guys talking about? No I'm not high” he replied. Frustrated, Eddie nudged Gareth attempting to pass him. They all knew that Gareth or any of them for that matter, rarely stood their ground against Eddie's strong will.

"Not so fast, we want answers," Gareth said, his voice firm. With a sigh, Eddie cast a discreet glance around before leading his friends into the nearby bathroom. Once inside, Eddie rummaged through his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He carefully pulled out photograph and handed it to Gareth who held it gingerly. Jeff and Paul craned their necks to get a glimpse of what had caused Eddie's unusual behavior.

“What is it?” Jeff asks. Eddie huffed, maintaining his infectious smile. "It's an ultrasound, so be careful with it dicks," he said, his tone slightly annoyed. Jeff's eyes widened, and the color drained from Gareth's face. Meanwhile, Paul's jaw dropped in disbelief.

Drowning in a sea of panic, Gareth blurted out, "Do you have cancer? Are you dying?" The boys began talking over each other, fueled by their fears and confusion. Eddie shouted, desperate to silence their cacophony.

“Enough!” He commanded voice booming. The boys stop talking. "It's not mine, you idiots," Eddie revealed, his smile still intact. "It's (Y/n)'s. She's pregnant." Gareth, Jeff, and Paul froze, their eyes wide with shock.

“Whose is it” Jeff’s voice trembles as he asks the question no one else was brave enough to. "Mine, obviously," Eddie replied confidently, his smile finally fading. The reality of the situation seemed to hit the trio all at once, and they stood there, speechless.

Once the initial shock wears off, Jeff and Gareth exchange knowing glances while Paul tries to process the news. "How did this happen?" Paul finally asks. Eddie shrugs, a playful smirk on his face. "I guess I have some moves outside of DND" he says, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Gareth shakes his head, a mix of disbelief and amusement on his face. "Well, congrats, man. It's a life-changer, for sure," he says, patting Eddie on the back. Jeff, still processing everything, finally speaks up. "What are you gonna do, Eddie?"

Eddie's grin fades slightly, replaced with a more serious expression. "Well, I've talked to (Y/n), and we've decided to keep it. It won't be easy, but we'll figure it out." Paul, who has been quiet throughout the conversation, finally finds his voice. "That's a big responsibility, man, are you sure you're up for it?" he asks.

Eddie nods, determination in his eyes. "I may have been acting crazy all morning, but this, this is real. This is something I'm willing to give my all for." As the shock subsided Gareth reached out to pat Eddie's back, a mix of concern and understanding in his eyes. "Hey man, we're here for you," he said sincerely. Jeff nodded, his initial panic giving way to a sense of loyalty. "Yeah, Eddie. We'll support you through this."

"What do you need from us, Eddie?" Gareth asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. Eddie took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the unwavering support of his friends. "I just need you guys to be there for me and (Y/n)," he said, his smile softening. "I don’t imagine our very accepting town will be pleasant when they find out.” The boys exchanged nods, understanding the weight of their friend's words.

Eddie was on his way out of his last period smiling at the thought

“Eddie you’re gonna wanna come see this” Jeff says out of breath as he jogs up to his friends. Eddie wordlessly follows his bandmates down the hall. There’s a small gathering of some of their peers stood around a particular locker whispering. It would be nothing new for a member of Hellfire’s locker to get vandalized but Eddie knew that this one didn’t belong to any of them.

(Y/n)‘s locker was now littered with cruel scribblings done with different colored sharpies. Words like slut, freak’s whore, trailer park tramp were plastered on the metal along with magazine articles talking about teen pregnancy. “Shit” Eddie breathed running a hand through his hair. “Looks like word got out” Gareth sighed. “Can you two get this cleaned up I gotta find her” Eddie asked looking towards Gareth and Jeff.

“Don’t worry about it man we’ve got this” Jeff assures him. Eddie

When he spots (Y/n) she’s making her way down the hall. Dressed in her cheer uniform, books clutched to her chest as she nervously looks around. For once the nagging feeling of eyes following someone around is right

Eddie hurries over to her placing his hands on her shoulders. “Hey Eddie” she greets pulling her eyes away from a group of whispering students. “Hey sweetheart why don’t we go outside and talk alright?” He tries desperately hoping to shield her from school’s cruelty. “Talk, talk about what?” She hums. “Oh I don’t know I’m sure we’ll think of something” he says attempting to lead her towards door.

She allows him to practically push her down the hall confused by the urgency. They pass a small group of students who are huddled close together. “Whore” one of them covers up poorly with a cough. Eddie and (y/n) freeze and he winces. She turns around facing him already frowning.

“Oh god they know” (y/n) gasps. Already her eyes are watery with worry. “Yeah I guess so” Eddie sighs. “Oh god oh no, no no no” she cries spinning around seeing all the eyes on her. “C’mon let’s go outside alright baby let’s talk” Eddie pleads.

Unfortunately right now she doesn’t hear her boyfriend’s requests. All (y/n) hears is the whispers and quiet conversations the laughter and taunts. Everyone in the hallway is staring on at the two. She slowly turns around seeing classmates, cheer squad members, and even friends are watching, talking, judging. Eddie carefully grabs her face in his hands making her look at him.

“Hey it’s gonna be alright okay I promise”

“Everyone knows Eddie, everyone”

“I don’t think it’s gotten around to everyone yet but it’s definitely been around”

“This is bad so bad!”

“I know it’s bad right now but we’ll figure out. We knew this would happen eventually right?”

“Not this soon I thought we’d have time, I thought it wouldn’t be till I started showing at least”

A tear escapes her eye and Eddie is quick to wipe it away. His heart aches at how worried and upset she looks. Eddie is an old fashioned man who desperately wishes to protect her both in the physical sense and emotional. He wraps his arms around her pulling her body flush with his. This time (y/n) isn’t sobbing just silently crying motionless in his arms, if given the choice Eddie thinks he’d prefer the first option.

“Anyone who has anything to say will have to deal with me alright? And not just me but the guys too they’ve got your back”

“The guys already know?”

“Yeah Gareth heard from someone last period”

“Oh god Eddie do they hate me? Do they think I’m some floozy or something”

Eddie let’s out a small breathy laugh pulling her face away to look in her eyes. “No, no, no sweetheart they don’t think you’re a floozy. They’re having a hard time believing that I slept with you but y’know no surprise there” Eddie shrugs. That earns him a weak smile from (Y/n). Eddie takes that as a good sign wiping her face.

(Y/n) let’s put a small gasp. “Oh and you Eddie they’re probably saying all kind of things about you” she frets. “So it’s business as usual then” Eddie shrugs. (Y/n) shakes her head looking away from Eddie. Her eyes land on Chrissy rushing down the hall with her arms full of paper towels.

“Wait you were trying to lead me outside before” (y/n) points out looking back to Eddie. His face falls and he looks back for just a brief second. “Uh was I?” He asked. (Y/n) peaks behind him before quickly walking in the same direction that Chrissy just left in. “Sweetheart wait please” Eddie calls jogging behind her.

The crowd gathered around the lockers is much larger now. It’s become quite the spectacle in a matter of minutes. (Y/n) politely pushed through the crowd muttering apologies. The whispering gets less subtle as they realize that (Y/n) is making her way through.

“I’m telling you man It’s not coming off!” Gareth hissed. “Scrub harder then” Jeff huffed. “Both of you keep wiping” Chrissy instructs. The two guys are aggressively wiping the marker away while Chrissy pulls down the magazine articles and pictures. Gareth is the first to notice her presence standing up in an attempt to cover the locker with his body.

“(Y/n) hey um we were just uh working on a project for um for class” Chrissy nervously starts to explain. “For home economics!” Gareth quickly adds. “Yes, for home economics!” Chrissy cheers. It’s definitely a lie and a bad one at that since Gareth isn’t even in the same grade and Jeff doesn’t take home economics. Still the blonde smiles in hopes of convincing her friend it’s the truth.

(Y/n) doesn’t respond stepping closer to her locker. Tears gloss over her eyes once more as they look over the metal surface. She had seen on many occasions how cruel students could be and had even tried to stop it quite a few of those times. Never before had such behavior been directed at her. (Y/n) was even positive that a few of the handwritings looked familiar enough to pinpoint which cheerleader wrote it.

People she called friends, team mates, girls who had the nerve to call themselves her sisters had turned on her. They didn’t even have any proof if what they had heard was true or not and they still stabbed her in the back over it. Over something that ultimately wasn’t even her choice. The crowd was still talking in less hushed whispers. Each unfriendly voice sticking out more and more.

“I always knew she was a slut I’ve been saying it for years”

“She must have some serious issues to settle for Munson”

“How pathetic”

“Do you think she did it on purpose like she was worried of ending up alone? I mean when was the last time you saw her date someone?”

Vision blurry, ears ringing (y/n) spun around. This time she moved through the crowd much less apologetically. There were no mumbled apologies or excuse need mes. She knew Chrissy was desperately calling her name but right now she just needed out. (Y/n) didn’t stop running till she was out the door and far away from the building.

As she tries to steady her breathing, the tears continue to flow freely. It feels like her entire world has come crashing down in a matter of minutes. All she wanted was a normal high school experience, but instead, she's faced with humiliation and betrayal from those she thought were her friends.

Eddie finally catches up to her, his face full of concern and worry. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" he asks, breathless from running after her. (Y/n) looks up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "No, Eddie, I'm not okay," she sobs. "How could they do this to me? I thought they were my friends I thought they had my back."

Eddie wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. "I know, I know. It's not fair, and it's not right. But listen to me, we're going to get through this together. I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you."

She clings to him, finding solace in his words and the comfort of his embrace. Eddie is her rock, her anchor in this storm of chaos. Together, they'll navigate through this difficult time, supporting each other every step of the way.

“I know I’m just me but no matter what I’m not going anywhere” Eddie announces quietly anyway. The comment of ‘just him’ strikes (y/n) as funny. In fact the term is funny enough to make her breathe out a quiet laugh. “What’s funny sweets?” Eddie asks. (Y/n) wipes the tears from her cheeks.

“Just you, it’s funny as if you’re nothing special it’s just you” she answers. Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and his head tilts a little. “I just mean you aren’t just you Eddie not to me anyways” (y/n) continues with a gentle smile. Eddie smiles wiping tears away from her cheeks. “You doing okay?” He asks.

(Y/n) exhales looking down. Her life had flipped upside down over the last week. Everything was changing and it was changing fast. Then there was the good part that had come out of all this, Eddie. Her saving grace, her rock, her best friend.

She looked up to meet his eye again really studying him this time. (Y/n) takes in a deep before nodding. “Yeah actually I’m doing better, like you said they’d find out eventually” she shrugs with a small smile. “It’s okay if you’re not, you don’t have to pretend with me” Eddie promises squeezing her hands. This time (y/n) says nothing instead leaning up to kiss him.

Eddie accepts the kiss moving one of his hands to cup her face. It’s slow and sweet, made entirely out of gratitude and appreciation. When they pull apart her smile is a little more real. “Yeah I’m good Eds promise” she sighs. Eddie nods relieved.

“Besides my big scary boyfriend is gonna beat up anyone who says anything” (y/n) teases nudging his arm. Eddie snorts shaking his head a little. He leans down to connect their lips again.

There’s the sound of leaves crunching makes them turn around. Chrissy stands nervously a couple feet away. “Hey um I just came to check on you” she smiles nervously. “I better go help those idiots clean up your locker, meet me over there when you’re done?” Eddie asks getting up from the table.

(Y/n) nods leaning up to kiss him again. “Thank you again Eddie” she says softly. Eddie shakes his head smiling. “Don’t mention it sweets” he promises getting up from the table. Chrissy offers him a polite nod taking his place while Eddie heads back towards the school.

(Y/n) and Chrissy had always been inseparable. They grew up together, experiencing all of life's milestones side by side. From picking out their first movie crushes to sharing the excitement of their first real kisses, they had always been there for each other. But now, they were facing a completely new challenge - an unexpected teen pregnancy. This was not something they could find the solution to in Sassy or Seventeen magazine.

Sitting at the table (Y/n) mustered up the courage to confirm the news with her best friend. It wasn't an easy conversation to start, but she knew she needed Chrissy's support. “So,” Chrissy breathes with a small nervous smile “it’s true then?” (Y/n) took in a breath bracing herself. "Yeah CC, it's true, I'm, uh, pregnant."

Chrissy's eyes widened clearly shocked by the revelation. "Wow, that's huge, like, really really huge" she managed to say. (Y/n) nodded, feeling the weight of the situation. "I know," she replied softly. "And it's Eddie's."

Chrissy's eyes filled with concern as she asked about the circumstances. "When did that happen? You guys just started dating!" (Y/n) hesitated for a moment before recalling the night of Josh's party. “Do you remember Josh’s party?”

Chrissy thought back for a second. “Well yeah I remember you guys hanging out but you were really drunk” she explained. Suddenly Chrissy gasped, gripping (Y/n)'s arm. "Oh my god, did he take advantage of you?" There was a mix of concern and anger in her voice."No, no, it wasn't anything like that" (Y/n) reassured her, placing a hand over Chrissy's.

The tension in Chrissy's face eased as she let out a relieved breath.Curiosity getting the better of her Chrissy asked "So how did this happen, then?" "Well, after I passed out, he couldn't find you, and he didn't know where I lived, so he brought me to his place. He was really sweet and took care of me. I don't know, CC it just happened” (y/n) explained.

Chrissy's surprise turned into a smile as she said "Wow, Eddie Munson." "Eddie Munson” (Y/n) repeated with a small smile. "And you know what? I'm happier than I've been in a long time” (y/n) confirmed.

Chrissy's excitement couldn't be contained as she hugged (Y/n) tightly. “I'm so happy for you babe” she whispered. "Thank you, CC really” With a grin, Chrissy demanded to know all the details. She wanted to hear everything about this unexpected turn of events.

As (Y/n) recounted waking up in Eddie's bed and his sweet gestures to take care of her Chrissy listened intently. "Wow he sounds great”Chrissy gushed, thinking of how different Eddie was from her own boyfriend, Jason. "He's so different from the rest of the guys around here.”(Y/n) nodded, knowing how special Eddie was. "He's really something CC, despite his tough exterior, he's truly so sweet."

As they continued to talk (Y/n) shared more about their day together, how they laughed and ate breakfast. She couldn't help but gush about Eddie's uncle Wayne, who she found to be surprisingly similar to him."He always looks so serious and gruff," Chrissy remarked."Yeah, I think that's just how he has to be you know”(Y/n) replied. "Eddie has a lot to deal with at school, so he has to put up this tough front."

Chrissy nodded in understanding before asking about the moment Eddie dropped (Y/n) off at her house. "Did he kiss you at the door?" she inquired. (Y/n) laughed. "No, he's too old school for that, we exchanged numbers instead, and that's when we decided to meet up again later."

"Wow" Chrissy said, completely captivated by the story unfolding before her. "Exactly, big wow” (Y/n) agreed, feeling grateful for her supportive best friend by her side.

“Well he obviously couldn’t find you after I passed out and he didn’t know where I lived so he brought me to his place. I don’t know he was really sweet and charming and he took care of me. It just happened CC I don’t know.”

“Then I can’t wait to be an aunt”

“You’ll be the best aunt”

“Oh I should make them a blanket! Of course I’ll need to wait till I know if it’s a boy or girl. Or I could pick something like yellow or green? What are the Hellfire colors?”

“Whatever you pick will be great Chrissy”

Arm in arm, Chrissy and (y/n) made their way back into the school, a sense of normality slowly returning. The hallway had mostly cleared now, leaving just a few random students heading one way or another. The chaos of earlier seemed like a distant memory at least for the time being. At her locker, the guys had mostly finished cleaning up the vandalized mess, with just a few remaining markings and unreadable words. They were in the middle of a heavy debate about some musician versus another when they spotted the girls approaching.

"Hi baby” (y/n) greeted, pulling away from Chrissy who had to catch her ride. "Hey sweetheart, your locker's mostly cleaned up” Eddie said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. His eyes flickered with genuine concern. "Thank you for this, guys. I really appreciate it” (y/n) sighed, glancing at her locker which now looked almost normal once again.

Gareth and Jeff, who had been sitting on the ground, immediately got up, slightly shoving each other for who would get up first. Their banter was lighthearted, a stark contrast to the events of the day. "I think this makes you an official member of the club” Gareth grinned a teasing glint in his eyes."Yeah this counts as your initiation” Jeff agreed a smirk playing on his lips.

"Welcome to Hellfire, (y/n) (y/l/n)” Eddie declared with a wide grin, his voice filled with pride. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back, her expression real and earnest. It was honestly a weird feeling for her. She had watched as her social life crumbled into pieces after the rumors and malicious lies spread about her. But with Eddie and her newfound friends, it honestly didn't feel so bad.

Eddie and (Y/n) decide to unwind after school by watching an old tape. As they lay together on the couch, snuggled up the warmth of their love filled the room.Eddie finally breaks the comfortable silence drawing (Y/N)'s attention away from the tape. "You know, with everyone around school finding out about us, we might want to tell our parents soon” he pointed out concern tugging at the corners of his lips.

(Y/N)'s face fell, and a wave of dread washed over her. "They're gonna be so mad, Eddie” she whispered her voice trembling with anxiety. The thought of disappointing her parents weighed heavily on her heart. Eddie gently tilted her chin up, his eyes filled with tenderness. "They'll be even more pissed if we let them hear it from someone else” he replied, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

"I know, but this has all been so happy” (Y/N) admitted, her voice laced with fear. "I'm just not ready to lose that yet." Eddie pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her protectively. "Maybe it won't be as bad as you think," he reassured her, brushing his fingers over her hair. "They may be mad at first, but they'll come around I’m sure.”

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she gazed into Eddie's deep, caring eyes. "Their daughter is pregnant, Eds" she spoke softly, her voice thick with emotion. "They're gonna be pissed." Eddie tenderly wiped away her tears, his heart aching for the pain she felt. "We'll face them together," he promised.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, finding comfort in Eddie's words. “Okay you’re right we’ll tell them” (y/n) breathes looking up at Eddie. “Wayne’s off on Wednesday we could do dinner” Eddie points out. “Dinner on Wednesday it is” (y/n) sighs.

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson x popular!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #dark eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #dad eddie munson #thepariahandthefreak

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razorblade180 · 5 months

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Bodyguard

Navia:Aether? I’m sorry in advance but can I trouble you with something?

Aether:It’s you asking so no trouble at all. What’s wrong.

Navia:It’s just…there’s a really important meeting I have with some other business individuals in Fontaine in order to Poisson. It’s pretty normal for the heads of the business to take a guard with them for protection. Not only that but because of the state of Spina Di Rosula is in…I fear people may think now is the time to walk all over us.

Aether:So showing up with a guard isn’t just for security, but a display that you’re still going strong? I’ll be honest, sounds like you should be hiring Clorinde more than me.

Navia:She has her own job to deal with. Being a champion duelist means someone wants to hire you for one reason or another. I’d rather not bother her with this. Not to say I’m okay bothering you! It’s just…

Aether:I get it. No offense taken. So I’m being a bodyguard? Sounds easy enough. Of course I’ll help.

Navia:Thank you. I’ll be sure to pay you accordingly…

Aether:Hmm? Why would you pay me? It’s just a favor between friends. If I’m gonna ask for anything, then it would be for more macarons when you get the chance. Paimon still talks about them.

Navia:Heh, alright then. I’ll be sure to make an entire batch afterwards. The meeting is tomorrow at noon.

Aether:I’ll be at Poisson to escort you a couple hours early then!

Navia:Sounds like a plan. See you then, and thank you again. Seriously. *walks away*

Aether:….(Alright, guess I should take this seriously.)

xxxxx

Tomorrow comes in a blink of an eye. Not gaining much sleep, Navia does her best to appear well rested. It’s not that she didn’t try to, but moments like these were never her strongest. And now that she was doing it without… No, she mustn’t think about that right now. Right now her efforts need to be on rebuilding what’s left and not missing all that was lost.

A knock on her door came the moment she put on her out. Talk about punctual. Maybe Aether didn’t get much rest either? There was plenty of time before departure. Navia walked to the door and opened it so he wouldn’t have to wait in the dreary atmosphere. She didn’t expect what waited on the other side. Sleepiness was pushed away from her gaze as her friend stood before her in a black suit, gloves, and fedora just like her men.

Navia:How did you…?

Aether:I asked around a bit yesterday and got myself fitted. I don’t think Melus and Silver would ever forgive me if I didn’t try my absolute best. So- Navia?

The girl had the biggest, warmest smile on her face, but it eas accompanied by a well of tears. Even she didn’t know if she going to laugh or cry.

Aether:H-Hey!? I’m sorry. Was this too much?

Navia:Hehe..no, Goodness, no. I’m just a little overwhelmed is all, but so happy too. *sniffles*

Aether:..*bows head* I’m ready when you are.

Navia:I’m curious, do you plan on calling me Demoiselle as well?

Aether:My pronunciation is not up to par with all that, hehe. Sorry.

Navia:It was just a joke. Even I might find that a little much. Please, raise your head. There’s something I want to give you.

Aether looks up to see her run towards her vanity mirror and run back holding two pairs of shades. She opens up one and slides them onto his face.

Navia:Perfect.

Aether:Now I’m really part of the group.

Navia:Haha, what are you going on about? You’ve always been one of us. *puts shades on* And don’t you forget it.

Aether:*smiles* Well then, ahem! Shall we go get breakfast before we start today’s affairs.

Navia:Hehe, I believe we shall.

#genshin impact #gi aether #gi navia

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fluentmoviequoter · 9 months

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request for dalton lambert + prompt 11. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

take your timee <3

I got two requests for this prompt and actually had two ideas (which are both equally flirty and domestic), so I'm posting both. Read the drawing version here. Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: fluffy and flirty Dalton, ice cream?. 0.4k+ words

A/N: We need more Dalton gifs. I've used this one already, but it's the only one that fits the 'fluffy' bill.

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Prompt 11: "You're lucky you're hot."

“Dalton, you’re not even eating it,” you point out. “We’re on a date, couldn’t you at least try to be cute and romantic and let me have your ice cream?”

“You had your own ice cream!” Dalton argues, smiling as you pretend to be mad at him.

“Yeah, which I ate. And I want more, which you have and aren’t eating. Therefore, you should give me your ice cream,” you conclude with a triumphant smile.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” Dalton responds, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

You freeze, only breathing and blinking as you process his words. “Ok.”

“Is that seriously what got you to stop asking?”

“So, I can have it?”

Dalton smiles and leans forward, bracing his forearms on the table. “Repeat what I said.”

“Which time?”

“When I shocked you into silence.”

“Do you want me to tell you that you’re hot or that I'm hot?”

“Whichever you believe, and only if you want the ice cream.”

You lean back in your seat, putting more room between you and Dalton. You consider the dilemma Dalton has presented, but before you can give it too much thought, he mirrors your position and leans back, pulling his ice cream with him. He looks directly into your eyes as he dips his spoon into the last scoop and eats it. You stand and shake your head as you look down at Dalton.

“You know what? You’re lucky you’re hot. Because that was messed up, Dalton. I’m going to buy more ice cream to enjoy by myself,” you say before walking toward the ice cream counter.

You count to five in your head before you feel Dalton wrap his arm around your waist and fall into step beside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his smile audible in his tone. “I’ll buy you more ice cream, but you have to enjoy it with me.”

“I learned my lesson the first time, Dalton.”

You stop when you reach the line and attempt to ignore Dalton’s pleading to stay with him. When you are asked what you want, Dalton interrupts and orders your favorite flavor.

“You’re lucky you’re so hot,” you murmur as he pays for the ice cream.

You drop your annoyed act as you smile and lean into his side, thanking him for the ice cream. Walking toward the exit, you grab an extra spoon and pass it to Dalton. He hands you the ice cream and directs you to your favorite spot to continue your date.

“Careful,” he warns, “we might melt it with our overwhelming hot-ness.”

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #requests #100 followers celebration

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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your slasher ghost is so good i’m still shocked over ghost and alejandro teaming up i cant wait to see how you develop the story 💕

This is a small blurb from Alejandro and Ghost! Part 4 will be coming as well, today! Also, this is the projected vibes for Ale and Ghost. This is for Horror Night!

Alejandro held the blade end of the axe, stretching his arm out and nudging the arm of the record player, grinning as it set on the record. He bounced his head a little the music started, Paint it, Black.

I see a red door And I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black

"Seriously, Ale?" Ghost sighed, stepping into the living room. He had his gear on. Alejandro had bought it the month before. "You're too excited about this."

"How could I not be, Ghost! I'm in love!" Alejandro danced around, twirling before grabbing his jacket and sliding it on. "And tonight, he'll be mine."

I see the girls walk by Dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head Until my darkness goes

"If it works," Ghost reminded, chuckling. "If he even goes. What are you going to do if he doesn't?"

"Murder all of his friends, anyway." Alejandro snorted. He examined his own face in the mirror, readjusting his hair. He trailed his finger down his face. "Do you remember the plan?"

I see a line of cars And they're all painted black With flowers and my love Both never to come back

"Yes. You will go with... with... Amy? Alice?" Ghost furrowed his brows.

Alejandro shook his head, "no, hermano. Anna."

"Right. Anna. You'll go with her and the other two to pick up your one true love."

I've seen people turn their heads And quickly look away Like a newborn baby It just happens everyday

"My one and only love." Alejandro grinned. He went to the table by the door, picking up the polaroid that was there. Rodolfo didn't even know it was taken. "Oh, look at him Ghost. He's beautiful."

"Anyway," Ghost shook his head. "Then, you five will go to the woods. An hour in, you'll have Rodolfo leave-"

I look inside myself And see my heart is black I see my red door I must have it painted black

"Do you even know how you're going to do that??" Ghost looked at him.

Alejandro cringed. "I'll improvise."

Maybe then, I'll fade away And not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up When your whole world is black

"And if he doesn't?" Ghost raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh..." Alejandro rolled his eyes. "Then you'll grab him and drag him off."

No more will my green sea Go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing Happening to you

Ghost seemed to consider before shrugging. "And then you'll murder all of his friends." Alejandro grinned again and nodded.

"And, when that's over, you'll chase him down and pretend to kill him! I'll stop you and we'll have a struggle and I'll win because of my overwhelming strength and power and-"

"Wait a minute, what?!"

If I look hard enough Into the setting sun My love will laugh with me Before the morning comes

Alejandro turned to Ghost, rolling his eyes at the way his mask was crooked. It wasn't even the right mask, he needed to wear Alejandro's. He went over and pulled off the white mask off, chuckling. "You put the wrong one on."

Ghost's face turned slightly red and he glared at Alejandro, but it was halfhearted.

I see a red door And I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black

Alejandro got his mask and the put it on Ghost, instead. "There." He pat Ghost's face. "Let's go, hermano."

"Let's go traumatize Rodolfo into loving you." Ghost laughed as he pulled down the mask.

I see the girls walk by Dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head Until my darkness goes

Alejandro danced over to where he'd abandoned his axe, picking it up and kissing the blade. "Oh, tonight's the night! I'll end it with my true love in my arms, and blood in my heart."

"Blood on your hands. Where Am I supposed to injure you, again?"

"My side. Low, so I can pick him up. He's small enough it should be so easy, regardless." Alejandro shrugged. "Oh! You forgot the part where you break his leg! When you track him down after he runs away, you break his leg. So he can't run away more."

"Right." Ghost nodded. "My bad. Let's go."

I wanna see it painted Painted black Black as night Black as coal I wanna see the sun Blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted Painted black, yeah

#bunnie's horror night #yellow #bunnie's slasherverse #slasher ghost #slasher alejandro #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty: modern warfare ii

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aranarumei · 2 months

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HI KIRI i almost forgot about the ask game. tell me about His name isnt actually cain and/or two-tones.......... if i had to pick one. two-tones. i love you

ask me about my wips | wip list

every time i get one of these asks i'm like AMAZING and then i'm like ah fuck i gotta write MORE for these wips??? you guys are so talented at avoiding the wips i've ACTUALLY got an outline for <3

anyways of course I'll answer both! it's you!! how could i deny you... since it's two, I'll put this under the cut

two-tones:

the running gag of my life is that i try to do two things and only do one. for example with the htt bonus in the anomalous agate i meant to do a third and first person pov before settling on just doing one. and when I first wrote two-tone i meant for it to be a two-parter: the first being what got published as two-tone and the second... didn't work out. it is, very loosely, this thing i posted, but though it tied in (there's a reason that thing starts with "II."!) it was the kind of thing that I knew would get way too long to actually properly mirror two-tone as like, a dual thing. but i did want to extend it. at some point. and i kept having these ideas and building out a sort of hanzawa to tashiro timeline for myself, and then it was to the point that I went well. i need a document to collect this bullshit. and that is what two-tones is--my hanzashiro scrap bucket. so you've forced me into writing more scrap...

“oh—um, hang on a sec.”

when tashiro’s voice reaches him, it’s muffled and muted, and at first hanzawa wonders if the hesitancy he’s hearing is pure imagination. but then tashiro’s head peeks out from the door, eyes flickering anywhere but forward, and he says, “it’s—I found kuresawa’s old outfit.”

his hair curtains his uncertainty, gold and black curling around his face, and despite himself, hanzawa’s already charmed. it’s not often that tashiro wears his hair down, and every time hanzawa sees it, he feels like his hair has grown impossibly longer, even though it looks like nothing’s changed when it’s been tied up.

“well, how does it look?”

before he can assume the face of neutral, yet compassionate critique, tashiro jumps out with a skip-step, and laughter bubbles up under his skin.

“tashiro-kun, that doesn’t suit you at all,” he manages to get out, overwhelmed by the stark blacks and reds greeting him.

“It’s really strange, isn’t it?” tashiro asks, and hanzawa properly attunes himself to the seriousness in his voice.

in the back of his mind, there runs a strange thrill at the downturn of tashiro’s expression, but he leaves it there and adds, “the outfit looks lovely on you, but the color… doesn’t it makes you look like… a bad boy?”

the fretfulness leaves tashiro’s body, and he shakes his head with a laugh. he takes a few steps towards hanzawa. “so you’re saying you should be wearing this?”

his name isn't actually cain:

so i say most of my fics are for a limited audience / audience of one but this one is ACTUALLY for an audience of one. i got super into playing honkai star rail for like. less than a month? uh and i get often annoyed by playing as like, a player character where I'm like. a nobody person lol. so I decided to commit to hard roleplay with my character. and i named him cain! hence the wip title lol. the "guy" trailblazer's / player character's name is normally caelus. but he's cain to me. and i play cain as a very specific character. kind of serious and considerate... and i have like. rationalized everything! so this is a fic exploring my take on the character. so it's basically OC fiction. but maybe i'm good enough to sell you on anything...? ;) pfft okay i can't keep up that sort of arrogance. here's the beginning:

Three months after Cain had joined Astral Express, Dan Heng was in the archives, digitizing a piece of romance fiction he was almost sure was never going to help any kind of future research initiative. As he squinted at a line of faded paper he realized that there was, in fact, a missing page from Vol. 5 of When Winter Met Wildfire, took out his phone to text Cain, realized that he could probably just grab him from a few doors down on the Astral Express, and decided he needed the walk. It was only once he’d stood up, phone in hand, that he realized that he couldn’t just walk a few doors down, because he wasn’t even sure if Cain had a bedroom on the ship.

The guy was always jumping around, flashing back to the Space Station with regularity and even dragging Dan Heng and March around on his missions whenever he felt like it, but even with all of that, Dan Heng had seen him on the Astral Express with enough frequency—chatting with Pom-Pom, talking to Mr. Yang and Himeko in the main room, making small talk with their special visitors, admiring March’s collection of photos, or tapping on Dan Heng’s door quietly before poking his head into the room and reading silently next to him. That was the reason why Dan Heng was looking for him in the first place—he had the uncanny ability to find new books and articles to add to the archives, and he was probably the only person who wouldn’t see anything out of sorts with looking for the missing page of a romance novel. The only person who wouldn’t say anything about it, at least.

The more he searched his memories, the harder it was to find anything reciprocal in those interactions. Apart from picking him up at their first meeting, they’d mostly left Cain to fend for himself. It bothered him more than it should’ve—by nature Dan Heng would never consider himself a friendly person, so it made sense that he wasn’t hanging out with Cain in his free time. But it bothered him anyways—like he should’ve wanted to get more invested in his life, considering how easily invested Cain seemed to get into his. Like maybe the whole Stellaron body business should’ve been a bigger deal than it was.

#ask #ask game #my writing #sunnfish

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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Smell, touch and taste, sight and sound -a Moon Knight fanfic (+18)

Summary: Jake's night work gets interrupted by less bloody duties, but the evening is playing tricks to him.

A/N: Oh yes, this one took longer than expected, I hope you like smut with plot because it has a lot of that.

Tags and warnings: +18, smut, dirty talking, handjob, blowjob, vag-inal s.ex, an.al se.x, deep -throat, tenderless lover, slight choking, some cursing in spanish.

There were three very simple rules, and Jake had just broken two of them: first, no witnesses. One of the guys had managed to flee in the middle of the scuffle, with one arm hanging limp thanks to the multiple fracture he gave him, but he was confident in his lucky stars, a wannabe gangster like that wasn't going to get very far in his situation, and if he tried to charge him to the police... well, who was going to believe half of what he said?

The second rule was to keep his jobs separate. The vehicle was very useful, but he rarely transported anything as sinister as dead bodies in it, and he also took care that his patrol nights weren't going to coincide with less twisted services. Unfortunately, that was one night when the calculations went wrong.

"Are you seriously going to quit at this point?" reproached Khonshu "You can still catch up with your prey."

"I have another job" Jake grunted, stowing the jacket on which a few drops of blood glistened in the trunk.

"Your job is to serve me, to protect the night travelers..."

"Yeah, and what do you think I do?"

He didn't care to grumble to a god, that plucked bird could go a couple of hours without overwhelming him after what he'd just done in the alley. Sighing, Jake got everything ready before starting the limousine, with the natural dexterity of someone who has done the same action several times: he put the revolver in the glove compartment and extracted from it his inseparable tweed cap, adjusted his gloves and took a long look at himself in the rearview mirror until he was quite sure that nothing in his appearance gave away what his 'other duties' involved.

He glided through the streets as confidently and bored as ever, not devoting a thought to anything, listening to music and drumming the beat on the steering wheel as he waited for green lights. He didn't need GPS apps to guide him, even in a city as big as London, he knew every avenue, every street, every shortcut and corner like the back of his hand, so it took him no time at all to find the nightclub he had been asked to get to in order to pick up a couple of people.

He laughed to himself as he parked, he was used to all kinds of customers, old men who wouldn't stop talking about their golden era where they were really rich and powerful, quiet guys who he couldn't tell if they were white collar criminals or just paranoid businessmen, arrogant women who constantly annoyed him and he internally wished he could stick a screwdriver down their throats. He imagined that night would be something similar, maybe a couple of young, almost teenage couples, children of wealthy businessmen who had just spent the equivalent of three months' minimum wage on overpriced fancy drinks to get the ladies to agree to screw them.

He hadn't been texting the client for two minutes to let them know he has arrived when a girl showed up. She had her high heels dangling from one hand, and her makeup smeared after who knows how long she'd been dancing.

"Excuse me, Jake Lockley?" she asked, checking the name on her phone. Jake hurriedly looked her up and down; she had a curious, dreamy, slightly sad face, the earrings and necklace were discreet, she wore a bow on her left hand with a white rose that gave him the clue she was a high school or maybe college girl coming out of her prom.

Bonita.

"That's right, Miss..."

"(Y/LN), (Y/N)" she replied. Jake nodded and proceeded to open the back door of the limo for her "Excuse me about the shoes."

"Don't worry about it, miss. I'll wait outside for the others"

"Ah... no, that's not necessary" he saw her duck her head in embarrassment "No one else will be coming"

"I beg your pardon?" from the way she moved her hands, nervously on her lap, he suddenly imagined a handful of reasons why that girl was traveling alone. He had been wrong, he wasn't carrying a spoiled rich girl, that creature looked really distressed, a night traveler in trouble "Okay, fine."

He mounted back in the pilot's seat, and started the engine.

"Where are we going, miss?"

She was still huddled in the seat, more and more immersed in herself. He saw her wince.

"What? Ah, excuse me... Willesden Green, please, by Dollis Hill station."

The limo glided quietly through the streets, at that hour, past midnight, there was an almost sepulchral calm in some areas. Jake turned his music player back on, at a moderate volume so as not to discomfort his passenger, who was still powerfully attracting his attention; he watched her constantly through the rear view mirror, the color of her dress in the half dimness made him think of blood, running in trickles down her shoulders to her chest, enveloping a short waist and hips that made the delicate satin stretch, exposing a part of her thighs where a slit divided the skirt.

During a red light, almost no time after leaving the club and driving down one of the busiest streets, Jake heard a sigh. He saw her run the back of her hand angrily over her eyes, further ruining her makeup. Under other circumstances he would have pretended not to notice anything...but that night everything was happening backwards, wasn't it?

"Are you all right, miss?"

"Yes... don't worry, please..." he saw her reach into her small purse, but he was quicker and reached for his packet of tissues, which he held out to her beckoning her closer "Thank you very much" she murmured, returning to her seat just before the traffic light changed.

And now Jake was breaking the third rule: don't get involved.

"Forgive me for insisting, if you need anything..." he commented, a bit in a rush. He didn't know where this sudden interest came from, the night was playing a lot of tricks on him.

"No, I... It's just stupid" he heard her blow her nose, her voice cracking "I'm sure you've heard a lot of girls crying about a cheating boyfriend or something like that"

"Sometimes" Jake admitted "But they weren't you."

There he was again, intruding. It was really killing him with curiosity, or maybe it was the effect of that blood red dress.

"He wasn't a cheating ex" she replied "Just some idiot who thinks he's God, because his daddy has like seven digits in his checking account."

"Sounds like someone hilarious" replied the driver with obvious sarcasm. He was pleased to hear her laugh.

"You know, he was absent for an entire semester in college... He said it was because of an injury playing sports, but I think his little bat was in for treatment, if you know what I mean."

Now it was Jake's turn to laugh. His cell phone rang, and as he checked it out of the corner of his eye he noticed it was a call from a client, he knew this because he always temporarily saved the numbers of those who hired him directly.

"Nathan" he read on the screen.

"Oh oh... I guess I forgot to tell him I wasn't going back with him" there was a hint of apology in the young woman's voice, and Jake couldn't help but turn his head a little to look at her, surprised.

"You... you were the one who asked me to come earlier" he saw her nod, embarrassed, as if she expected him to start reprimanding her. But he wasn't going to, that little woman had just made it good for a wealthy brat "Maravilloso."

"Please... I'm really sorry, if you want to cancel..."

"Of course not, I'll take you where you told me. Besides..." he added, picking up the cell phone and waving it mockingly "your friend Nathan with the warty bat paid in advance."

After that, he blocked the number, satisfied and drumming his fingers to the rhythm of the music.

He noticed movement behind his back, the seat directly abutting his own creaked under the girl's weight, and a hand gently touched his shoulder.

"I really appreciate it" she whispered. He could still smell the faint scent of her perfume, as well as the rose on her wrist. Jake rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, as if he could see through it. It was full moon night, he remembered that well, the ghostly white in the sky against the red on the body of the victims, no, of the criminals, the pure white of the limo's exterior against the red of the upholstery inside, the white of the rose and the red of the dress....

He dared to brush against the girl's hand, his gloved hand met the warm skin and he assumed she would immediately pull away, but she did not. It was impossible for him to tell how much or what she had drunk, the dreamy eyes did not communicate it to him, but when he came upon the rose, already somewhat dying from so many hours of being cut, he had a sudden idea, and delicately inserted a finger between the petals. He could see thanks to the mirror that the passenger's eyes followed his movements, and he moved his finger in circles when he came across the small pistils.

The traffic light turned green. Jake cleared his throat and continued on his way, the young woman returned to her seat, cheeks burning and looking out the window. Was it his imagination or was she squeezing her thighs? Actually the more he looked at her the more attractive she seemed to him, the more he wanted to take off his gloves and find a new excuse to touch her, and not just her hand but everything else, her shoulders, her cleavage, her legs....

Jake knew many shortcuts, dead ends and dark places, nests of rot and hiding places for those who sought to do the vilest and basest deeds. And something like that he was thinking of doing, smiling softly as the music dominated the atmosphere.

I broke apart my insides

(Help me) I've got no soul to sell

(Help me) the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself…

"I wanna fuck you like an animal" Jake mumbled the lyrics of the song under his breath. In the back, he noticed his passenger bobbing her head to the music, with a faint smile as she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. Pretty. Desirable.

Slowly, the limo began to travel down quiet, dimly lit streets. Jake scoffed inwardly, soon the only light they would have would be that of the car, and the moon casting friendly winks at him in the sky; the girl didn't seem to realize yet that they were nowhere near Willesden Green, s}he felt his blood boil in a way vaguely similar to when he took control of that adorable meat puppet and went out at night to dole out justice on the backs of the other two naive people sheltering in his head.

"It's... kind of dark outside, isn't it?" he heard her comment.

"Yeah...good thing it's a full moon night" Jake replied without giving it a thought. The car pulled into a small cul-de-sac between buildings that were either old, abandoned, or whose tenants must have been in terrible shape to care what was going on down the street. Jake turned the key and the car turned off; he turned his body, facing the young girl, and smiled at her. It was not a kind smile, he was not capable of such an expression, and on second thought he wanted to make her understand in a peaceful way what she should do: not move, not scream... at least, not now.

The dreamy eyes opened wide, much more beautiful in the slow realization of what was happening. It wasn't far from the same face those who saw him coming made, falling from the sky like a curse, and oh, how he loved that, to feel the trembling of his victims before the first blow hit them. He saw her reach a hand out to the door handle, but he knew beforehand that she wasn't going to get anything, the glass was up, and it was reinforced.

Like a lynx, Jake jumped out of the pilot's seat into the back of the limo, took off his cap and left it on the backrest, and also proceeded to take off his gloves without taking his eyes off his prey. She wasn't going to be able to do anything, he thought, she was so small, and even if she knew anything about self-defense or managed to hit him with her heels, it would mean nothing to him; in fact, he thought as he cornered her, if she wanted to put up a fight it would be even more fun.

"What are you doing?" she asked, he saw her eyes go from his face to his hands, resting on either side of her. Her chest was rising and falling faster, he could see that the cleavage wasn't enough to hide her gorgeous pair of breasts enticing him to bury his face between them and inhale the scent of her skin. He stretched out a hand and rested it on her left cheek, it burned as if she had a fever, and when he saw her turn her neck he didn't hesitate to grab her jaw.

“Tranquila, señorita… tranquila” he whispered. He lowered his gaze to her half-open lips, still stained with lipstick, stroked her chin with his thumb before leaning down and, without warning, imprisoning her in a kiss. He heard her moan and noticed that her body was struggling to sit up, so he rested one knee on the seat and pressed himself against her, grabbing one of the hands she had tried to push him away with. All that he did mechanically, he concentrated more on the sensations his mouth picked up, and enjoyed them, the dry, fruity taste of alcohol, the softness of lips, the scent of perfume and dying rose and traces of sweat.

Hambre.

He noticed how she surrendered, how she stopped her feeble struggling (feigned, perhaps? maybe she just wanted to play hard to get so he wouldn't think badly of her?) and began to move her mouth to respond to his caresses. He held her face with one hand, while the other, without regret, slid down her shoulder and then cupped one breast with his whole hand, over the thin satin, discovering to his great pleasure that she was not wearing a bra.

"Tell me..." he whispered, depositing an almost tender kiss on her cheek "Where was that rich bastard going to take you? Did he want to fuck you?"

He saw her lips moisten, distinctly provocatively, but her eyes still held that slight note of fear.

"Maybe. He bought me drinks, paid for this stupid corsage, rented a limo..."

"A lot of trouble, that tells me he hasn't slept with you" Jake drew a crooked smile. He looked at the floral ornament on his prey's wrist, and unclasped it with one hand, then, making sure she was looking at him, crushed the rose. What was that expression on her face, surprise, horror, fascination? Maybe, all together?

The remains of the rose fell at her feet, and Jake went back on the attack. He squeezed the breast he still held, and when the girl squealed, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other's mouth, tangle it with that virginal tongue and swallow all her moans. He took the thin straps of the dress, which were meant to be tied to adjust to the desired height, and deftly unknotted them as he continued to torture his delicious victim's mouth, aware that his pants were beginning to tighten. The girl's teeth caught his lower lip, and that was enough to inflame him further.

Licking the lacerated area, Jake tugged at her dress until her torso was exposed. She gasped, but he didn't care, his eyes fixed on her breasts, and he kneaded them without any delicacy as he pressed his lips against her carotid, sucking and licking the skin until the atmosphere was filled with obscene gasps. He stroked his thumbs over her nipples until he felt them hard, and squeezed one of them for the sheer pleasure of making her squeal.

"Do you like it like this?" he asked in a deep voice between kisses "Do you like having your tits grabbed, muñequita?" with lips firmly attached to the sensitive flesh of her throat, Jake sucked with all his might and knew from the girl's scream that he had achieved his goal, and proudly, he descended to her breasts and took one into his mouth, thus using his free hand to spread his prey's knees apart and slide it between her thighs. There was no turning back now, he knew it by the way she stirred, and because when he came upon her underwear, he noticed the incipient wetness on them.

Not hesitating for a moment, he brought both hands to the skirt and, with a firm tug, tore the fabric from the slit and massaged the bare thighs with care, enjoying the warmth of the other's skin and the curvaceous shape of her legs. He smiled mischievously at the sight of the panties, almost all lace, tight so as not to show through under the dress.

"You have good taste" he commented, slipping a finger through the elastic of the garment "They look beautiful on you... it's a pity, I hope you won't miss them". After that, he maneuvered the same way as with the dress and little by little, the lace ripped until it exposed just what he wanted: not shaved, but with the hair neatly trimmed, the moist labia inviting him to do and put whatever he wanted inside them.

The girl's face was flushed, embarrassed. Jake smiled at her again, knowing that wasn't exactly going to reassure her.

"What, you've never shown your pussy to anyone before?" he asked teasingly. "Open your mouth" he ordered, pressing his middle and ring fingers against her lips, pushing them all the way in regardless of the gurgling and gagging. "Easy, muñequita, leave them nice and wet...that's right..." He pulled them out just as roughly, and began stroking her vulva from bottom to top, making a scissoring motion that allowed him access to the sensitive button that, with just a few light rubs, caused the girl's moans to become even more intense. He watched her drop her head against the backrest, wiggle her hips in search of more friction, wriggle her toes against the carpet, and pushed his fingers into the throbbing entrance, bit by bit.

"Fuck-!" she moaned, her nails digging into the seat. Jake kissed her again, kissed her neck, her breasts, noticed that she clasped her arms around his neck and now clawed at his shoulders each time he penetrated her. He curled his fingers and found a sensitive area that made her jump and sob, and he was determined to attack it until he felt the inner walls tighten.

"Are you going to cum?" he growled "Are you going to cum with my fingers inside your fucking cunt? Do it" The girl's legs wrapped around his waist, digging her heels into his kidneys, and Jake let out a laugh that was almost a bark.

"Oh, please...!" she squealed, but Jake wasn't one to listen to pleading, his fingers were moving in and out without any mercy, enraptured by the wet noise they produced, and he noticed the small explosion of ecstasy that tensed the young woman's body.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he teased as he removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. The passenger's eager eyes went to his member, and she watched as he wrapped his fluid covered hand around it and slowly massaged it "I'm not done with you...now you're going to return the favor" Having said that, Jake straddled the seat above her, and brought the tip of his cock to her lips "You're going to suck it, and you're going to suck it nice, are we clear, muñequita?"

He wasn't giving her options, and when he noticed her reluctance he grabbed her jaw again and lightly squeezed her cheeks to get her to open her mouth.

"I said..." he growled, grimacing menacingly "suck it."

Her lips closed around the tip, and the sucking motion barely made him moan. He slid a hand down her head, holding her by the hair to guide her, making each bobbing of her head drive a little deeper into her, hitting one of her cheeks and then, seeking to go deeper.

"That's it... keep going, little bitch" he gasped, gritting his teeth as he heard the first gagging " Just choke on my cock, putita, enjoy it."

Little tears began to run from the corners of her eyes, she coughed a couple of times and watched her chest heave desperately for air. Jake pushed in a few more times and when he pulled out, he contemplated the strands of saliva still connecting him to her mouth, as well as a faint red ring from the smeared lipstick.

"I would have loved to cum in that little mouth of yours" he confessed, stroking her as he caught his breath "But I have something better for you."

He sat down beside her, and grabbed her by the waist, sitting her on his lap to penetrate her, the mixture of saliva, pre cum and fluids served as a lubricant, because Jake didn't bother to go slow, he needed her now, and he let out a grunt of pleasure as his cock was constricted by her inner walls. The girl squealed, clawing at his legs.

"Yes!" cried Jake "Dios mío, you're so tight, my cock fills you completely."

He rocked his hips, one hand around her waist to maneuver her on top of him, but he discovered with great pleasure that she was moving on her own as well, and he pulled her close against him to kiss her shoulders and neck, biting here and there with intent to leave marks.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yes..."

"Louder, I want to hear you."

"Yes! It feels so good!" she moaned.

“You’re right… qué rico coño tienes, tan apretadito”

Jake moved again, lying down on the seat next to her, holding her right leg, determined to be in full control. The girl kept moaning, arching her back each time he rammed her deeper, wrapping one hand around her throat to kiss her.

"Come on" he ordered her "Say my name... say my name, you filthy slut."

"Jake..." she murmured "Jake..."

"That's all you're going to say, you hear me?" he growled in her ear, squeezing her neck lightly "You're so good...your tits, your wet pussy...did you want this? Do you like being talked dirty to while being ravished?"

He could feel she was close, but he wasn't going to let it stay that way, and with a slight moan of frustration he pulled out of her.

"I warned you" he blurted out, aroused "I'm going to fuck you, muñequita, I'm going to violate all your little holes, and you're going to enjoy it!"

He spat on his hand, and without wasting any time he worked his way through the shreds of the panties to the last place he hadn't stuck his dick, stroking it to prepare it. He used more saliva again and inserted a finger, finding there was little resistance.

"Damn..." he heard her say with bated breath "Why does it feel so good?"

"Why, you ask?" Jake smiled, pleased "Because you're a little slut to me, that's why."

He slipped a second finger in, and a squeal of pain and pleasure told him how receptive his lover was. He placed the tip of his member at the throbbing entrance, and acted more gently; they both gasped, the girl brought one hand back and Jake noticed her tugging at his hair and he hissed as he entered, slowly but surely, until he achieved his goal.

"Yes!" he groaned, giving himself a few seconds to breathe before continuing his siege.

He thrusted slowly but deeply, played with her clitoris, kissed, licked, bit and sucked all the skin within his reach, and the only thing that echoed the erotic and unnerving shrieks of his prey were the obscenities he was dedicating to her.

“You're so fucking hot... I'd fuck you all night long, you know? Do you like it, muñequita, do you like it when I fuck you in the ass? I adore you... amo cogerte… Look at you, all your make-up is already smeared, you look like a cheap whore … tan preciosa mi putita…”

He felt the first spasms as she writhed and welcomed her second orgasm. His movements became more erratic, he gasped and moaned no longer pitifully, and a few seconds before he finished he pulled out from between her guts and, moving her hurriedly to leave her on her back, he cummed on her belly, staining her dress and what was left of her panties in the process.

Despite his exhaustion, Jake hugged the girl's trembling body, holding her against him so she wouldn't fall. His hunger was satiated, he had possessed that innocent body with all the violence he could afford, and he silently admired, for seconds, his work. The prey rested in his arms, her dress ruined, her skin marked with bites, her cheeks stained with dried tears, her belly smeared with semen... and she was beautiful, still beautiful, her lips swollen after so many kisses and her skin soaked with her and his sweat, no longer with any trace of the perfume or the rose's. His, completely his.

Jake felt no affection for Steven, he thought him too naive, not to say idiotic, and yet when he placed his lips on his lover's shoulder, he did so with the gentleness that silly Brit would have used.

"How do you feel?" he asked her after a while of silence.

"I don't know" she replied, looking into his eyes. The fear had faded, but that gesture...how strange it was, Jake couldn't interpret it. And for the first time that whole night, he couldn't hold her gaze.

"It's okay," he said, though he didn't know if he was trying to calm her or himself, and released her. Almost immediately he regretted it, but enough was enough, he had already committed too many faults that night. "I'll take you where you asked, and... let's stop by a drugstore" he added with a meaningful gesture.

"Yeah, sounds good to me."

He returned to his seat, adjusting his gloves and cap, he saw in the rearview mirror that she was trying in turn to spruce herself up a bit, though that would prove impossible. He picked up his jacket, he really liked it... but he held it out to her.

"Better wear this...it's cold outside" he added, as if he didn't wish to refer to what had just happened. Their hands brushed as she reached for the garment, and she slung it over her shoulders, with a faint smile.

"Thanks, Jake."

He glanced at her through the mirror as he started the limo, and turned on the music player. He wasn't sorry, he knew as he resumed driving and made good on what he'd said. It was justice nothing more.

Whispered something in your ear

It was a perverted thing to say

But I said it anyway

Made you smile and look away

Nothing’s going to hurt you, baby...

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Stuck in the Middle

Entry #4 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. Forget the awful title and card? It that what the photo is called when it's used this way? I don't know, I need to learn how to personalize better lol. Link to this fic on AO3.

Fandom: Bustafellows

Pairing: Teuta x Shu x Crow

Word count: 2.4k

Prompts: Spit-roasting | Double penetration

Other content warnings/tags: trans!Crow, I use a mix of feminine and masculine terms (cunt, pussy, cock)

“I think if I’m fucking him, you should open him up.”

“While you put on the harness, you mean?”

“Um,” Crow muttered.

“Exactly! Not that it takes long, but it’s just time-effective, you know?”

“Mm, good idea.”

“Uh,” Crow tried again.

“Did we want to switch positions after or do you think that’ll be too much for him?”

“I think with this being the first time, he’ll be too overwhelmed by that point. We can keep it in mind for a next time.”

“Are you guys seriously doing this right now?!” Crow burst out. Teuta and Shu paused their conversation to simultaneously look at Crow, who was fidgeting on the bed, nervously tapping his knees while he knelt there. His eyes darted between their naked forms, arms crossed as if to hide his own bare body.

“Oh,” Teuta said in realization, “Sorry, Crow. I thought you’d be more comfortable if you were aware of the plan, but I guess Shu and I should have figured it out first and then told you, huh?”

“Why does there need to be a plan in the first place?” Crow asked, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks, “Can’t you just, you know . . . do it?” Why had they suggested this in the first place? Just the name of the position had Crow wanting to hide his face, and now they wanted to put him through this?

Shu, thankfully sensing Crow’s distress, leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You’re right,” he shared a look with Teuta, “there’s no need to draw things out.”

“Yep!” Teuta agreed, catching whatever meaning Shu had imparted to her, “No need for more discussion!”

“Come on,” Shu gently urged Crow onto all fours, “I’ll take care of you while Teuta gets ready, yeah?” Crow bit his lip and nodded, shuffling awkwardly as Shu settled behind him while Teuta got up to put on her harness. Crow watched as she opened the bottom drawer of their nightstand and picked out the one with the double-sided dildos. She glanced back at her boyfriends while she teasingly ran her hands up her thighs until she was cupping her core. Shu was clearly watching as well, because he mirrored her movements on Crow, fingers dancing along his skin until he palmed Crow’s pussy.

They must have been sharing one of their looks again, because Teuta angled herself in order to face them better as she played along. With a slight flush to her ears, she traced her labia for a solid minute before finally pressing a finger inside herself. Crow wanted to beg her to hurry up as Shu fingered him as slowly as Teuta was preparing herself. Everything she did, Shu did the same to Crow; if she paused, so did Shu. If she started using three fingers, so did Shu. “You guys aren’t being fair,” Crow complained, unable to rock back on Shu’s fingers because of the older man’s grip on his upper thigh.

Shu casually suggested, “If you want fair, maybe you should eat Teuta out next time we do this.” Teuta and Crow whined, but thankfully that seemed to be the kick Teuta needed to finish dragging things out. She bit her lip as she slipped one end of the dildo inside her. Crow whimpered in-jealousy? Sympathy? Anticipation? All three?

Shu pulled his fingers out of Crow’s cunt and tapped his hip as he moved across the bed to kneel in front of Crow. “Got him all ready and eager for you, Teuta,” he said, because he was a jerk who loved to mess with them.

“Shu!” Crow chastised as Teuta hopped up onto the bed behind him. Perhaps unintentionally, she mimicked their earlier move of sweeping her hands along his thighs, appreciating the view or something equally embarrassing.

“Hmm?” Shu cupped Crow’s chin and tilted his head so that Crow was looking up at him. “Shouldn’t you be proud of how wet you get for us?” Shu gave Crow one of his patented smirks, the kind he used on them-and only them-often precisely because it sent Crow and Teuta into a tizzy. His voice dripped honey-sweet as he added, “Don’t you know how good it feels when we can glide right in your tight heat?”

Crow whined high in his throat, his legs spreading even further apart on the sheets without his say-so. God, Teuta had a front row seat to the way his pussy clenched at Shu’s words, the fresh round of slick that dribbled down his thighs, and she made that known with her own desperate sound. Crow’s face must be sunburn red by now.

Shu slid his thumb sensually across Crow’s bottom lip. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and open up for me?” he prompted. Crow whimpered and did just that, jaw dropping open like it was only held up at Shu’s will. Shu briefly pressed his thumb inside, just a tease, before pulling it away and replacing it with his cock. He slowly fed his length into Crow’s equally wet and hot mouth until he was nearly fully sheathed, unmoving for the moment. He motioned to Teuta that it was her turn, dropping his hands onto Crow’s hair and shoulder, scratching lightly to soothe him.

Teuta guided her cock to Crow’s entrance, pressing in gradually, giving Crow time to adjust to the fullness. “You’re doing so good,” she rubbed his back as she pushed further and further into him, feeling a bit sorry for the way he was shuddering from the pressure, “Just a little more and then I’m all the way in and we can take care of you.” Crow managed to murmur in acknowledgement, causing Shu’s hand to clench on his shoulder.

A few more seconds and Teuta was buried to the hilt. Everyone took a moment to breath through their respective sensations. “We’re all good?” Shu asked, voice held tightly under control despite Crow’s small noises vibrating around his dick.

“Mmhmm,” Teuta hummed, eager to move. The dildo inside her, while a perfect length and width to satisfy her, can’t do anything sitting motionless inside her except be a tease. Crow, speared between the two, made his own noise to show his agreement.

With that confirmation, Teuta starts rocking into Crow, pulling out almost halfway before fucking back into him. The motion pushes him forward and back onto Shu’s cock in turn-he could probably brace himself against the momentum but Crow doesn’t trust himself to be able to actually pay attention to maintaining that sort of coordination. Teuta started out gentle because she knew this and didn’t want to make Crow choke and gag. She trusts Shu to keep an eye on what Crow can handle, anyway; if Shu tells her she can speed up, she will.

For now, Shu is admiring the sight of his lovers. Teuta looks like she was born to wear a harness, despite her hesitance in the beginning of their relationship. Her hands were cinched tight on Crow’s waist as her hips rolled to a mesmerizing rhythm, her breasts bouncing with her thrusts. She always got the most focused look on her face whenever she fucked one of them, breaths panting out of her like she couldn’t bother to pay attention to breathing evenly because watching her silicone cock sliding in and out of whoever she was taking was more important.

Crow looked just as delicious, bento over on all fours between them, his pretty, talkative lips wrapped around Shu’s cock. His hands clenched in the sheets as he was caught amidst dual sensations, and he was already whining and whimpering on Shu’s dick, resonating throughout Shu’s body. He occasionally glanced up at Shu, shy looks that accompanied his beet red face, the flush starting to spread to his ears and neck.

Shu fought against the urge to buck forward. Crow could probably handle it-for all his insistence that he was a delicate flower, he could certainly withstand a lot-but the point of this wasn’t to overwhelm him. Not too soon, at least. And he was content with the power of Teuta’s thrusts driving Crow forward and back, forcing Crow to take in about two thirds of his cock. Spit dribbled past the tight seal of Crow’s mouth; Shu swiped at it with his thumb, causing Crow to moan.

“Think I’ve got the best view out of all of us,” Shu couldn’t help but point out. Shit, this might be one of his favourite positions when it came to the three of them being involved at the same time. It was probably only just beaten out by the time Crow rode his cock while Teuta rode his face.

“Wll, I’ve got a pretty nice one too,” Teuta countered. Really, she and Shu had equally good views, she thought-it was just a matter of it being a trade-off. Sure, she couldn’t see Crow blowing Shu, couldn’t see the way his lips must have been moving over his cock, could only see his head bobbing, but she could see how Crow’s cunt swallowed her cock, how his hole clenched around the shaft like it was trying to suck it in further. And she got to see Shu’s face try to maintain composure as Crow gave him head, got to see him look between Crow and her, openly appreciating both of them.

“I bet,” Shu conceded, eying what he could of Teuta’s cock rocking in and out of Crow. “I think he can take more,” he said, combing a hand through Crow’s hair, “He’s been handling this very well.” Crow jerked his hips back onto Teuta’s cock at the praise, knees sliding along the covers.

“Got it,” Teuta patted Crow’s hip, “Crow, I’m going to speed up now.” On her next thrust, she pulled out until only the fat, mushroom head of her cock was still inside him before shoving forward. Crow jolted and moaned, the sound muffled, but he didn’t display any pain or start choking, so Teuta did it twice more in quick succession just to make sure. When Crow seemed to have adjusted, Teuta started fucking him just like that: quick, deep thrusts that rocked his body.

The added speed and strength forced Crow to take in even more of Shu’s cock, the tip of his nose brushing Shu’s pelvis on each thrust forward. Shu groaned and buried his hands in Crow’s hair, fingers tightening in the strands whenever he felt Crow’s throat convulse around him.

It was thanks to Crow’s surprising but earnest dedication to learn how to deepthroat, achieved after months of practice that Shu in particular reaped the benefits of, that he was able to handle this without gagging. Crow knew to relax his throat, keep his jaw loose and open wide, and hold his tongue flat so Shu’s cock could glide across it and ease the way. Crow focused on breathing through his nose as Shu’s cock battered his throat and Teuta’s cock battered his pussy. He could feel himself clench down on both of them, body squirming in pleasure. Crow was so wet his slick was seeping out of him, drenching Teuta’s cock and his thighs. The squelching sounds of Teuta pounding into his soaking pussy filled the room. His mouth was overflowing with saliva too; Crow swallowed every now and then to try to lessen the amount he was drooling, spit coating his chin.

Teuta reached around Crow’s waist to drag her fingers through his folds and press against his hole, feeling where her cock was buried. Crow keened and Shu tipped his head back, hips twitching minutely forward. They were all close, she could tell, and while she may be teasing him right now, it would probably be easier for Crow if he came last. Right now, her goal was to get him to make a lot of noise so Shu could come first.

So Teuta adjusted their positions slightly to strike Crow’s g-spot on every other thrust while she pinched and rubbed his labia, the cock inside her grinding against her own sweet spot. True to expectations, Crow’s keening got louder and more frequent, a near-constant sob that had Shu cursing.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Shu warned. Crow whined and sucked with renewed vigor, hollowing his cheeks with effort, tongue tracing Shu’s shaft. Shu growled and finally chased after Crow’s mouth, bucking forward when Crow pulled back, once, twice, three times before he was coming, spilling down Crow’s throat. Crow immediately swallowed what he could while the rest dribbled past his lips like his spit, coughing slightly for the first time. Shu leaned back, his softening cock slipping out of Crow’s mouth.

Crow panted raggedly, finally allowed to try to catch his breath. He didn’t have long before Teuta brought fingers slick with his own juices to his cock, rolling it between her index finger and thumb as she rapidly fucked into him, chasing her own orgasm now that she didn’t have to worry about Crow choking. Crow yelped and collapsed onto his elbows, the new arch of his body allowing Teuta to angle them so the harness’ cocks struck both their g-spots at the same time. Crow felt Shu run his hand through his hair and scratch behind his ears, heard him purring soothing words even if he couldn’t focus on them as he gasped against the bedspread.

“Oh god, Crow, oh oh oh!” Teuta cried as she rocketed toward her own orgasm, hips colliding with Crow’s. The leather grinded directly against her clit while the dildo nudged against her g-spot, and all of a sudden she was crashing through her orgasm. Teuta shrieked and clung to Crow’s back as she rode it’s waves, jerking her hips into Crow’s in order to draw it out; she had just enough wherewithal to continue stroking Crow’s cock until she heard him shout and felt him shudder through his own orgasm.

They rocked together for a few more moments before collapsing onto the bed, Teuta still on top of Crow, thoroughly exhausted. Shu chuckled and patted them each on the shoulder before gently rolling them apart so Teuta wasn’t crushing Crow. he took care of removing the harness while Teuta splayed out sideways on the bed like a starfish, muttering something indecipherable. Crow stayed laying face first against the sheets, groaning half-heartedly as he recovered.

“Wow,” Teuta said, eyes sparkling despite the lack of energy in the rest of her body.

“Yep,” Shu agreed on his way to the bathroom to get a clean wash rag for them.

They were definitely doing that again.

#My fics #Bustafellows #Kinktober #Visions of Temptation 2023 #Fanfiction #Age appropriate

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angel-thoughts-dump · 1 year

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here’s some goading you to talk about angel and clothes for hours 🙏

adsfsafd my pleasure!

being serious tho, I don't think I have anything new to add that hasn't been said before, but I mean I could talk for hours bc the subject fascinates me! Looking at angel's clothes is a good tool to interpret his emotional state, and he is a character that goes through a lot of states in the course of the show.

this got long ofc so I'm putting it below the cut

First let me say, Angel gives me the vibe of a person that as a little kid loved to play dress up with the clothes of his family, because secretly he loves acting and drama and art, and I think his father saw him one time with something of her mother on, and he screamed and unloaded his rage on him "a man is not supposed to do/wear that!" and well, this added to Liam's issues in the long term.

Ok, but that's just my head canon, what we do see in those few flashbacks before he got turned is that he is wearing a normal sort of outfit for the times, but he is usually wearing it in a messy way. He knows what he is supposed to wear, but he refuses to wear it right, just like all the other staff he knows he should be doing as a good man in the eyes of his father, but he refuses to do.

In this stage Angel is acting as a revel but only to a point that's not scary for him.

He was a big and healthy man, he could have run away from the town if he wanted to see the world, or joined a sort of boxing club if he liked to fight, or wore her mother's stuff if he didn't like his clothes, but that kind of rebelliousness takes more courage than he had, it also means taking himself more seriously, and it seems like until this point no one - not even himself - did. He lacked that confidence, so instead of trying to change hard things he didn't like, he chose escapism with sex and alcohol. He wore the clothes in a messy way, yes, but still in the same style he was supposed to.

Another thing to note is that Angel and Spike, wore light tones before getting turned, and then started to wear more dark colors and black.

Above that, Angel also starts to dress more elegant and sharp, and I'm totally blaming the need to impress Darla and exude power for this one.

The thing is Darla cares just as much, if not more, about clothes, style, and image as Angel. She probably had little choice about them in her life because of her profession and lack of money, so I like to think as a vampire she enjoyed wearing luxurious things, and of course the partner she made for herself had to get on track with the plan! it's funny, in the flashbacks you can easily assume they were color coordinating:

His red vest for her red dress. His black suit and dark blue scarf for her deep purple dress with black details. His greenish vest for her green dress. His gold vest for her gold dress

But one thing I'm sure of is Angel LIKES clothes and thinking about style/image... Even if Darla was the mastermind after this, I'm sure he enjoyed it and even learned from it.

Then after he gets his soul and becomes overwhelmed with guilt we see he barely cares anymore, it looks like he just grabs the simplest cheapest inconspicuous clothes available and runs with it. This gets worse when he tastes blood again and hates himself so much he starts living on the streets, avoiding absolutely everyone, he doesn't care about clothes OR being clean then

[ sidenote for his hair OH GOD when he was born it was normal to have long hair for a man, and he had a beautiful long hair! In the flashbacks as Angelus we see him keep it and just style it different depending on the times. But it looks like he cuts it really short, shortly after getting his soul back.

I can totally imagine his dramatic ass having a Mulan scene cutting his own hair while "not" looking in the mirror -also cursing himself for that- and being like "I don't deserve my long beautiful hair after all I did!!... And its not even in style any more btw".

But then like 100 years go by and having long hair as a man is normal again, and being that he successfully avoided so many years of evil doing, maybe he gets comfortable enough to grow it back in the 70's (but look at the horrors. I guess he forgot how to take care of it properly). THEN he tastes blood again -> hates himself more -> cuts his hair short again.

Then the first thing he does when he jumps into a dimension where he has a reflection is worry about his hair, lol He cares a lot about hair too]

Lets keep going. Sunnydale:

Angel gets some funding and a purpose, I think you mentioned this in your own post, he goes to get clothes directly out of a sexy male model magazine from 90s lmao. In my mind he is using the same logic as when he first got his soul back: grab the simplest cheapest inconspicuous clothes available and run with it, except! this time the objective is not to be inconspicuous and totally blend in the crowd, but to get this stylish teen girl to trust him.

I love the ep Lie to me, among other things, because it has one of my fave jokes with Angel(I don't mean that ugly brown shirt lol, but that's a plus). He goes to the club where a bunch of teens are pretending to be vampires, and he finds one dressed exactly like himself! This kid, that knows nothing of actual vampires, was able to deduce an old as fuck person who wants to blend in would probably look at those same magazines. So even if its not obvious you can still asume a lack of care about his outfits.

One thing to note is that Angel never stops wearing black and dark colors when he gets his soul back, and it makes all the sense in the world as a symbol, he is still a vampire, dangerous, intimidating, with a dark past. The soul doesn't make him Liam again. Same with Spike.

(also I just noticed how funny it was that the first thing Angelus did when he returned was literally change clothes in front of Buffy. He just changed personalities in front of her when he lost his soul, and now he was literally changing again, putting on his dark shirt in front of her as he told her lies to hurt her. ok . nice)

Then Angelus is the fun part. It's obvious that he shares the same brain, tools, knowledge and Taste, as Angel, but because of the "not caring about anything but having fun making others suffer" part, he has less repression! and because of that hard tendency in the buffyverse to have bad guys wear dark eyeliner, I can totally say Angel likes to wear make up, but he only allows himself to do that with no soul!

But not only that, we also see him experiment with textures, and sometimes flashy things like that weird belt in the s2 finale, and wearing more expensive materials like the silk shirts, plus rings and dare I say more fruity gestures? lmao call that old tv homophobia the way they would only let villains act kind of gay, but I'm a young bi woman from the now and I totally get to say those are also Angel´s gestures with less repression on them. I mean, he is finally being more expressive with his gestures in general instead of being a wall all the time, and he does this ?? this limp wrist thing and others ugh this single shot drives me insane

the way even Cordelia took notice of this

And if Angelus wasn't proof enough consider the way he was so eager to go undercover and pull a flashy shirt, like the Hawaiian shirts he seems to keep in his car for emergencies ??

And this time... those were his clothes... the other guy he was replacing wore something else

And if that wasn't enough, Cordy says this after Angel buys her clothes :

He likes flashy colors and clothes and style so much its unreal, but at the same time he is repression man ! So what he does is usually keep it simple. Simple and practical while tsill looking good.

After he gets his own show(maybe just after he and Buffy break up) he is more authentic in what he wears, goodbye male model magazines. Even if more boring or simple, his style is also more mature. He is struggling but on his way to building some self estime. He wears simple dark clothes of soft materials and usually a nice black leather jacket... you can tell he doesn't allow himself to have as much fun as he probably wants, but the simple clothes he has - as Cordy says- hung well on him.

Ok one last comment because God this is too long already.

I see Angel wearing expensive clothes as a way to symbolize corruption. He wore expensive clothes for the first time because of being turned and groomed by Darla, when he gets his soul back he never thinks of that again, and when he looses it with Buffy Angelus starts wearing more jewels and things made of silk, is season 3 and after in his own show he only starts wearing expensive suits once he makes in s5 the deal with the devil basically, but once he goes against them in the end he is wearing his common clothes again.

#thanks soo much for the ask it was fun #god sorry its so long like I wasn't kidding lmao #this literally took some hours to write #angel ats

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BC!JK

you feel like a princess when jungkook carries you to your bedroom with ease. yes, bridal style all the way to your bedroom and he even lays you down on your bed like a princess. you smile at jungkook’s antics and pat beside you for him to lay down but before he can, you search your dresser for something he can wear to sleep in.

“hopefully you can fit these. they’re bigger on me but maybe they’ll work for you” you hand jungkook a white long sleeved shirt and basketball shorts for him to change into. you show him to your bathroom and tell him to change in there while you put a movie on for the two of you to watch and cuddle to.

even your bathroom is so you. everything is hot pink and white from your rug to the shower curtain and even the LED lights around your mirror. curiosity does get the best of him and jungkook finds himself snooping through your cabinets to see them stacked with products. seriously, you have a lot of items in here.

4-5 bottles of native body wash, 4-5 containers of floss, stacks of utensils for your menstrual, loads of baby wipes, you have a lot in here. he even finds your cute baby pink robe and fuzzy headbands.

after seeing all of this, it’s no wonder you smell so good.

after he’s finished snooping, jungkook changes into the clothes you provided for him that smell just like you. he’s sure after this, your sweet scent will be all over him.

“i put your favorite movie on. c’mon, before i fall asleep” you tell jungkook who is walking out of your bathroom and excitedly gets in bed with you.

“i like this. being in bed with you is…nice. we should do this more often” you joke before leaning in closer to jungkook. “you look good in my clothes” you whisper before planting a kiss on jungkook’s cheek over and over.

“i like you so much, jungkook. i really really like you but i’m scared to love again. my love is…it’s overbearing sometimes. remember when you said to treat you nicely? well, i want you to be patient with me. i want to be the best partner for you and just you but…” you cut yourself off to look at jungkook’s lips. why? you’ve no idea but you’ve got an urge to just lean in and kiss him.

then again, you want him to kiss you because you’re too scared to act on how you feel. you’ll kiss back this time, you swear but you’re sure you scared him off.

tightrope, remember?

you resume “u-uh but i want to you be patient. you do that, i’ll be like putty in your hands and i get obsessed easily. you sure you can handle a girl like me? are you sure you really want me?”

He has never seen the side of you. You have never been this open with him, or affectionate with him. Your kisses on his cheek are like the everything to him and he’s so happy that you’re comfortable with him enough to do that.

And the way you suddenly confess about your loving way, it’s taking him by surprise, but he’s not scared to be loved in the most suffocating way by you?

“Yn… I am sure that your love will not be suffocating and I’m not asking you to love me right now because I know it’s gonna be really hard for you…. So just take your time and I’ll just hope that you get obsessed with me.” He winks, staring deeply into your eyes, maybe he just wants you to love him just like you loved eunwoo.

He wants to be the only man in your life and on your mind. “ I want to be the only man in your life and in your heart.” Jungkook noticing the way you’re constantly staring at his lips. Should he make a move on you right now? He’s not sure.

He really doesn’t want to lose you by overwhelming you, so he lifts up one of his fingers and caresses the meat of your lip, while listening to you, your lower lip feels so soft under his thumb.

“I am going to be here so just take your time and love me soon.” And now like a creep. He is staring at your lips and you have fun of the most gorgeous set of lips he has ever seen.

Naturally plump and just a perfect color. How are you naturally beautiful? “Yn… I love being in bed with you like this… just let me in your heart- please.”

#ask: bc!jk #this is getting so interesting now

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jjvvz0u · 10 months

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" Pizza sounds so good right now, but bloody hell, I'm way too fucked right now. "

It was typically around this time when Hobie would return home from a long day of being your friendly neighborhood Spider-Punk while still making it in time for rehearsal with his band. It wasn't easy balancing keeping the multiverse in balance while also living a normal life; at least not on your own. Fortunately for him, he always had a welcoming face to return to after a rough day. Coming back to a house where everything was cleaned, food was being prepped, the bed was made, and a shower waiting for him. He never asked for these things to happen, it was a complete shock to him the first time.

" Nyx, you up–? "

He stopped in his tracks after seeing his newfound roommate tidying up the living room table.

" Hobie! Welcome back! "

Nyx practically leaped out of joy at the sound of his voice, turning their head to face him so fast they probably nearly snapped their neck. Hobie stared in utter astonishment at the complete rearrangement of his living space. Not that it was terribly messy in the first place (it was), but with how they cleaned it you could easily use any surface as a mirror.

" Er… What's all this then? Wasn't feeling my vibe so you got rid of it all? " He teased. Nyx still wasn't very good at detecting his sarcastic tones and was quick to explain themself. " No, no! I didn't move any of your things I just thought I'd– " He puts his hands up in defense. " Just messin with ya, love. "

" Oh… " Their face quickly heated up from embarrassment. They were moments away from apologizing and he knew it was coming. It was a habit of theirs they had promised to work on with him. He's quick to stop them, however, wrapping an arm around their shoulder and giving them a quick side hug. " 's this what you've been up to while I was gone? Been busy, yeah? "

" Yeah, actually! " They turn on their heels and move towards the kitchen, " I cleaned your room too, but I also made sure all your things were in similar spots! " He's quick to follow them, a lazy smile on his face as he listens to their little adventure. " I organized everything in here and I also got you some pizza! I, uh… didn't know when you'd be back so it might be a little cold, but now I know to order it later! "

Their list seemed to go on forever. They cleaned the living room, his room, the kitchen, the bathroom, prepared him a meal, went shopping in the sun– which they are literally deathly allergic to –to meal prep for the rest of the week all without asking to. It was a little overwhelming but was clearly done with good intentions. Still, he couldn't help but think they were forced to take care of his place since he was gone most of the time. It was honestly like he was living a married life back in the late 1900's, a bit surreal and not something he was into.

" Oi, Nyx. What'd you do all this for? You're not my housekeeper, yeah? 'sides, shouldn't you be resting that pretty little face of yours? I don't recall your week of healing being over yet? "

Ouch. None of his words were meant to come across as mean or scolding, yet they somehow took it that way. Even with the half-serious half-teasing look on his face they managed to take him far too seriously. They were quick to quiet down and shy up, looking at their hands as they gave an explanation. " I know, I know… but it's not fair having you do all these things for me and giving nothing in return. "

" All these things? What, let you crash at my place? Thought I told you it wasn't a big deal. "

" It's more than that! You gave me my freedom… "

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. It was a little bit of an embarrassing and dramatic thing to respond with, but it was the truth for Nyx. Had it not been for him, they would've still been living their life held captive and treated like a labrat; like a freak.

" I don't think there's anything I could do for you that will ever pay you back for what you've done for me, so I want to do everything I possibly can. It's the least I could do. "

He continued to let them do their thing. As long as they didn't feel forced to do it and were happy to, who was he to stop them? Besides, it was a nice change coming home to someone greeting you with a warm smile. Really took the shittiest of days and turned them around.

Upon reaching his doorstep, he paused to listen around him. He knew he could hear music as he got closer but quickly assumed it was a neighbor. Once he stood in front of the door to his flat though, it was obvious it was coming from there instead. He presses his ear against the door to try and catch what they were listening to. The words were still a bit unintelligible but he could've sworn he heard… a saxophone? A very familiar saxophone tune as a matter of fact.

Was that… Careless Whisper?

" HA! That's romantic, innit? What's the little raven planning this time? "

It was a bit silly to him. Careless Whisper? He never really knew what their taste in music was as they were never seen listening to it, but this wasn't exactly what he was expecting. He pulls his keys from within his pocket and unlocks the door as quietly as one could, easing it open and peering inside. Surely enough, there they were. Standing by the living room table, Nyx was completely immersed in the infamous song, not even noticing Hobie walk in, shut and lock the door, and wait patiently for them to realize he was there.

They were so immersed in the song, in fact, that they found themselves humming along and singing along to the words. They twirled around and stepped side-to-side to the beat, completely tuning out anything around them.

It was clear to him they weren't going to notice his presence anytime soon. He took one big step closer to them, tilting his head to look at them. Once that didn't seem to work, he took another step, and another, until he was right behind them. He leans over to speak into their ear, " 'Ey? Song so good you can't give me a proper greeting? " He obviously teased.

Nyx was quick to turn to him. The biggest smile overtook their face upon seeing him. That's what he was looking for. That smile that easily brightened his day and took away his worries.

They didn't even say a word, they just held out their hands for him; hoping he'd catch on and grab them. He caught on quick, taking their softer hands into his rough ones, and pulling them into his embrace. It caught them off guard for just a second before they were a giggling mess. They pressed the side of their face into his chest and continued stepping to the music, Hobie following their lead. It wasn't long before the song reached its end. Nyx gave him a quick squeeze before pulling away from his grasp to turn off the speaker.

" Enjoyin' yourself? "

They nod excitedly. " How was your day, babe? Did everything go okay? " He playfully rolls his eyes at their questions. His hand runs through their hair to catch a quick glimpse of their eyes before moving to gently squeeze their face. " Look at you, always quick to change the subject to me, yeah? How come I never get to hear about your day? " They grow flustered at his questions. " Oh, uh… I uhm… " Their failed attempt at finding words to construct their response caused him to erupt into laughter. " Aren't you just the cutest? C'mere. "

He leans down once more to their height to plant several kisses to their lips, holding their face in both of his hands. He gives them one last kiss, longer than the rest, before pulling away and wrapping an arm around their shoulder. He drags them alongside him as he walks towards their shared room,

" 'm thinkin we sleep in tomorrow. You joining me for a shower before bed? "

" Eh? Oh but I wanted to make you something to eat first, can't sleep on an enpty stomach… "

" … 'suppose I can stay up to eat. "

#hobie brown #oc x canon #oc #original character #spidersona

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