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#anyway anon this ask made my DAY I love you I hope you’re having a wonderful day 🥺🥺💕
cashmoneyyysstuff · 10 hours
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bakugo and reader meeting again after a long time like maybe katsu has been away on a mission and he just misses us so much 🥹
anon this is literally such an adorable request!! This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time cus i could never rlly figure out what i wanted to do with this, but as soon as i got the inspo i got to it !! im so so sososuuupperr sorry for making you wait so long and if you’re still sticking around, I LUB YOU !! anyways, i tried honoring this lovely sweet request as best i could, if you’re reading, i truly hope you enjoy (and all of you ofc!!) <33
fem reader, jus pure fluffy fluff ! katsuki n reader watch selling sunsets bc my mom does lmfaoo this ones for you momma, kissing, biting (lol will i ever stop), lemme know if i missed sum else !
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katsuki regrets planning this surprise.
it’s been one month. exactly 31 days since he’s last seen you. one month he had to survive off of late night phone calls and good morning messages.
katsuki had slowly but surely started climbing up the ranks as a hero ever since he’d gone independent and this mission was a huge steppingstone to victory.
except it involved him going abroad for a month.
you’d congratulated him when he’d told you. you hugged him hard and offered him your brightest sunshine smile, you’d made him dance around your little living room with you, celebrating his ‘rise to stardom’ as you’d called it and he remembers chuckling about it. you’d even gone out of your way and made his favorite to celebrate. but now katsuki understand you were probably doing that so as not to worry him.
he's known you for a long while and he knows you know he can tell when you’re lying, so he was sure you were happy for him. (you can’t fake anything from him and especially not the way you smile, he’s committed that to memory). and you truly looked happy for him, but he knows youwell enough to know that you were also devastated to find out he was leaving for so long. he’d seen the way your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped. but knowing you, you probably powered through it so as not to make him worry.
so stupid. you’re stupid. and he misses you so much.
despite you being in different time zones you make it work. he made sure to be updated daily and called you every time it was time for you to go to bed to make sure you got some well needed sleep and not staying up late mindlessly scrolling through your feed.
you send him pictures of everything happening throughout your day and you’d hound him about his, asking him if he’d eaten well and if he’d beat up any bad guys. and no matter how minuscule his actions were you’d always praise him. as somewhat childish as he knew it was katsuki still walked with his head up high for the rest of the day. if it was to impress you and make you proud, he’d be on the clock 24/7. but, knowing you, you’d get mad at him for overworking himself.
he misses you so much.
he’s on the plane. making his way back home to you a day before he’d told you he would be, his surprise. you’d been so excited, your squeals ringing through the phone, katsuki just couldn’t wipe the smile of his face and goddamnit he tried.
“ou, i can’t wait ! i missed you sooo much, katsu !” you chirped, he couldn’t wait to hear your voice in real life again instead of through his phone.
“yeah, missed you too sweets” he hums, packing up the last of his stuff.
“you better be ready cus when you get back, m’not gonna let you go for a whole month.” you tease, giggling. katsuki huffs out a laugh, looking down at his luggage ready to go as he’d fully finished packing up while you were on the phone.
“uhuh~?” he muses “better be ready for me when i get back. yer not goin’ anywhere either. no bathroom breaks when we're cuddling.”
“ew,” you snort “what am i supposed to do if i have to pee ?”
“that sounds like a you problem, sweetheart.”
you laugh and laugh and katsuki smiles, he couldn’t wait to be able to hear and see it again. expect not one phone call away, like he’d told you he always would be when you’d accompanied him to the airport all teary eyed, but in real life.
except now he’s starting to regret not just coming home on time.
don’t get him wrong, the sooner he gets to you the better. he’d meant it when he told you he wouldn’t let you go and as somewhat embarrassing as it is to him that he had gotten so clingy, being away from you for so long really did a number on him. distance makes the heart grow fonder his ass, he was more than fond of you when he was laying next to you every night instead of all alone in his hotel bed.
but right now he’s way too antsy. he wants to tell you about how he’ll be home soon to hear you squeal and giggle, but he sucks it up in favor of surprising you.
it’ll be worth it. at least that’s what he tried to convince himself when he finished packing up. and on his way to the airport. and on the plane..
who even thought of this stupid surprise idea anyway ?!
he can’t sit still. he has to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor and shuffling around in his seat. the guy in front of him keeps reclining his seat back but it doesn’t bother him that much, because all he needs is to remember your smile and remember he’s coming home to you, and he feels his nerves settle. recliner-seat-guy be damned.
it’s pitch black by the time he’s off the plane and finally back home. when he checks his phone he sees it’s 2:09 am and you’re no doubt dead asleep by now, he smiles at his phone screen when he sees you smiling back at him.
his limbs suddenly feel heavier the higher the numbers show on the screen inside the elevator to his floor. his body buzzes with excitement but for some reason he can’t help feeling nervous. katsuki knows it’s stupid because you tell him every day how much you miss him and how excited you are to see him. all he wants right now is to see you.
he fumbles around a bit when he fits his keys into the door to walk into your tiny shared apartment and when he finally walks back inside, katsuki is reminded why he does this. why he’s been gone for exactly 31 days.
he kicks his shoes off quietly and sees yours left right by the door like they always are. like he always wants them to be. he wants to come home to your shoes by the door and to you smiling at him brightly and greeting him, or beckoning him over to the couch because you’ve been waiting all day to watch your favorite show with him. (he’s forbidden you from watching any episode of selling sunsets without him, the last time you did he got cranky at you for a good 2 hours.)
katsuki sneaks over to your room, socked feet padding over to the door quietly cracking it open. he’d managed to convince you to move in with him a few months ago, claiming it’d lower costs and yapping about how you practically lived here anyway. it was barely anything to get used to, it felt natural, like this was everything his life was leading up to. but he wants to give you everything you deserve and this cramped little apartment is definitely not it.
he wants to give you a cosy little house, or a penthouse or even a fucking mansion if that was what you wanted, as long as he could be there with you he didn’t care. he’d do whatever he could to get you everything you dreamed of at the flick of a wrist. and that’s why, as annoying and lonely as it was to be without you for so long, he’d pushed through.
katsuki needs to save people, and he wants to. but everything he does, he does with you in a little corner of his mind.
you’re fast asleep like he’d expected, katsuki huffs out a laugh, brushing at your cheek with his finger. his heart almost explodes when you try to lean into the faint touch and he can’t help it anymore. he sits down by your side and kisses your cheek. once, two times, three times and a little one on your nose. if he wasn’t feeling all mushy he’d be an asshole and bite you, but you look so cute he’ll put that off for now.
your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow at the wet kiss onto your skin, you instinctively go to rub at your face with a whine, katsuki chuckles to himself when you open your eyes and the lack of distance between you both meaning your quite literally face to face with him.
“katsu..?” you mumble sleepily “ ‘m i dreamin’ ?”
katsuki chuckles, eyes soft “glad to know ya dream about me, but nah, this isn't a dream.”
you blink sleepily, and katsuki recognize those bright eyes he so loves gleaming the more you wake up “katsuki !” you squeal, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him straight against your collarbone, since he was practically nose to nose with you before he knocks against your chin but you both don’t care.
katsuki crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, snickering into your neck and you into his hair. you squeeze and squeeze him so hard he thinks you’ll suffocate him but he couldn’t care less, squeezing you like he’s trying to mold you to him.
you breathe him in and he flips you both over with you giggling uncontrollably. you topple over and land straight into his chest. you lift your head up with stars in your eyes like he’d hung up the moon for you and katsuki smirks back softly. because he would. he’d hang up the moon and the stars and more.
all for you.
“you’re back !” you chirp, kissing all over his face. katsuki feels his cheeks hurt, this is the hardest and longest he’d smiled in a month.
“how’d you figure that one out ?” you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, blowing lip bubbles against his cheeks as punishment. he playfully pushes your face away from him and you laugh.
“i thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow..” you quickly reach over to your nightstand to check your phone then throw it back down.
“it is tomorrow.” katsuki quips, already getting back to being a smart ass, you roll your eyes but you can’t wipe off the happy look on your face.
“you know what i mean, asshole” you jokingly narrow your eyes at his smug face and press a finger against his cheek “later tomorrow i mean. was gonna surprise you and you….out-surprised, me” you pout at your ruined plans.
he turns his face so he can sink his teeth into your pointer finger and you quietly squeal in disapproval, he smirks “was gonna, but couldn’t wait anymore. needed to see you.” he pulls you closer to run his nose against your pulse point “felt like i was gonna go fucking crazy if i stayed with those other bastards for a second longer.”
you giggle, placing your hands against his shoulders as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck haphazardly “ don’t be mean.” you scold.
he lifts his head up to raise a brow at you, hands running up and down your sides “you mean to tell me you wanted me to stay away? didn’t miss me ?” he jokes, squeezing your hips harshly.
“of course i did. missed you so much i felt my heart would tear up sometimes..” you smiles sadly, running your fingers through his blond strands, he frowns "but i'm glad you're back now."
"yeah, and m'not leaving again for a damn long while." he squeezes you so hard he lifts you up in his lap a little bit and a surprised noise leak out of you. he lifts his head up from your chest to smirk at you in challenge "you're gonna have to get used to me and my big mouth all over again."
your heart squeezes, you feel like it'll bursts from happiness and katsuki wonders if he' supposed to feel this happy, if it's okay to be this content with one person. but only for a moment, because he's greedy, so so greedy for you. and he doesn't care if it's wrong because he gets to make you happy, to make you smile and laugh, to have you.
and katsuki does everything for you, so he gives himself to you without a second thought.
you hum, placing your hands against his soft cheeks to press your lips to his "got a month worth of your big mouth i need to catch up on." you whisper before finally closing the distance. you both immediately sigh in relief at the contact, being able to feel each other like this again. you smile into the kiss and katsuki thinks he's never felt more at peace.
after a month, exactly 31 days, katsuki's finally back.
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"hey." katsuki ask, you snuggle into his side and hum.
"did you watch any episodes of selling sunsets without me ?"
you stiffen.
"n-noooo..." the sheets shuffle and crinkle when katsuki looks down at you. you shrink into yourself.
"maybe one or two.." you squeak out meekly. immediately he's flipping you over and pouncing on you.
"fuckin' traitor." he growls.
"i'm sorry i couldn't help myself !" you wheeze when he starts tickling your sides, kicking at the sheets "it's been a month !" you screech trying to catch your breath.
"yeah i know that !" he exclaims, ignoring the way you're thrashing around as he mercilessly tickles you.
"i'm soooorryy !!"
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voidprincessblog · 4 months
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My void sucess story
HII TIA!!! I can barely contain my excitement as I type this but I got into the void and manifesting my dream life. You @gorgeouslypink and @charmedreincarnation are my absolutely favorite blogs, and I couldn’t have done it without y’all. I think charm and pink are on break so I’m gonna send this to you I hope that’s okay.
Quick backstory: I’ve been in this community since the OGs, angel, Cleo, maya etc. I’ve seen all the dumb drama, the liars, the successful people, the exposing, and etc. I’m just sharing this because people think having bad experiences can hinder you from getting your desires and I’m here to remind you nope that it can’t. Nothing can. I had a phase where I would ugly cry trying to make sure all the success stories are true….I became a cop and started looking for inconsistencies on pages and liars to help me feel better. Which it didnt, It drove me mad, and I lost faith.
Until… I read pink’s doubt post which was God sent. Her entire page is God sent tbh and I recommend it to everyone. After I felt better and realized outside of tumblr people have gotten into the void, I decided I’m gonna be the next success story. So I went on your lovely page because I don’t think there isn’t a method you haven’t talked about.
You’re so educated and conduct amazing research on everything, we truly don’t deserve you Tia. Thank you for all your hard work. Anyways I was feeling good! I had so many methods to choose from, I felt like a fat kid at a candy store. And I decided my logical brain needed a logical method so I went with lucid dreaming.
This is where charm comes in. I read her lucid dreaming guide and it is literally also God sent so thank you so much for that. She had a method I had never heard of called SSILD, and even made a post about that as well… like I felt like the universe was handing me everything on a silver platter. And I saw another post that her and pink talked about using a reclining chair. So I combined SSILD with that method to make an ultimate one. And on the second day of trying I entered a lucid dream, asked a dream character to take me to the void and then manifested my dream life.
What I manifested: my dream house, dream family, dream body and face, dream amount of money, money always coming to my family and I’s bank account out of nowhere (but it’s natural and normal ) socialite Status, 25k insta followers (my lucky number) famous loyal dream athletics boyfriend (I was so scared this wouldn’t work but it did!), master manifesting abilities, dream college acceptance, (future) good self concept, a great fashion taste, never gaining weight, clear glass skin, revising my abusive past, and so much more. My list was like a whole ass essay, I obviously can’t list everything but my life is perfect now.
This was last week and I immediately booked a trip to LA with my family to look at the USC campus because that’s where I want to go and where I will go next fall, (I’m a senior). I was also looking at apartments around my school and I found my dream one so I’m manifesting no one leases it 🤭
Quick note: a lot of my desires were weird or I wanted them to manifest a specific way, or they weren’t realistic to happen immediately so I was afraid it wouldn’t work out the way I envisioned. Not only did everything work out the way I envisioned but it worked out even better and exactly how I would want them to apply to life but in a realistic way. So if that’s something you worry about don’t worry, you are God, and it will work out perfectly.
Anyways, I just wanted to share this because I failed for a while and everyone on this app was so supportive. Tumblr is genuinely like a little magical family so now everyone will see my succeed… though this on anon mode bc people have been attacking success stories lately. And honestly it doesn’t matter bc I just want to live my new spoiled life but I want to express my gratitude because my life was in shambles and you three helped me so much. So thank you again and I hope everyone who read this. No, I know everyone who reads this will get what they deserve.
HII LOVE!! WOW CONGRATULATIONS (⑅˶ᵔ ▿ ᵔ˶) ~♡
I'm very excited for you!!! And yes, void Tumblr has definitely changed rn and I feel there's many blogs on here that's good and no more liars. I'm so glad you gained faith back in the community and now you're living your dream life, love.
Aww pink and charm have the best posts on the void too <3.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink doubts post
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Charms lucid dreaming guide, SSILD method
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink recliner method
I LOVE YOUR MANIFESTATIONS AND EVERYTHING SOUNDS SO FUN OMGG!! LLYSM <33
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unsolvedjarin · 6 months
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Thinking about a kimi x fem! Driver! Reader who is basically the female version of Sebastian, where the fic is kimi and the reader doing a challenge for Ferraris channel, the reader being a bit of a know it all, and kimi just not caring
You can choose if it’s romantic or platonic:) thank you!
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FERRARI AND CHINESE FOOD
pairing: (kimi raikkonen x ferrari driver! reader)
summary: ferrari has a sunshine driver and an iceman driver partake in a challenge for their youtube channel. thankfully, the sun can melt ice.
note: its 1am sorry i have no comprehensive thoughts this is a bit bad but have it anyways i am proud i made this with less than 5 hours of sleep. okay enjoy anon!!!!
content warning: my grammar at 1am
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“Another one,” Kimi groans, throwing himself onto the couch in his room.
“Oh come on it’s not that bad,” you say with a grin, closing the door behind the both of you so no one could come in. You’re sure if Kimi had to talk to another person from the media he might explode. “Besides, this next one is the last one for today.”
“For today,” he emphasizes, groaning into a throw pillow once more. You’d both been doing media duties for Ferrari all day, and while it was tiring, you would say some of them had been fun and enjoyable. Although, evidently not for your teammate.
“Cheer up Kimi, it’ll be over soon,” you smile, sitting on the edge of the couch where he was laying down. You sigh, knowing the one thing that would get him to cooperate. “Dinner will be on me after.”
That grabs his attention, slightly pulling himself up and looking at you. “You mean that?”
“God you’re like a child I have to bribe,” you tease, yet with no malice. “Yes, I mean that.” You loved spending time with Kimi, and whenever there were media duties you both always had food afterwards. It was like a reward of sorts.
“Where d’ya wanna go?” Kimi mumbles, laying down on his side and resting his head on his hand. He was staring straight at you, waiting for a response. You think he looked pretty like this.
Smiling at him, you take your hand and run it through his hair softly, unable to help yourself. You would never normally do this, but you barely got moments alone during media week. Kimi grumbles but doesn’t stop you, you knew he always secretly liked it. “I dunno, what’re you up for?”
“Mmm…” he nuzzles into your hand a bit more, “Maybe chinese. I would enjoy some dumplings right now.”
“We can get Chinese then.”
Before you could have another moment of peace, however, a PR agent walked in the room to remind you that your next shoot was in ten minutes. You quickly pulled your hand away and Kimi sat up hastily, trying to fix up his hair. You give the agent an awkward thumbs up, hoping he got the message to leave.
“Okay, you’re right, this incessant filming is a bit tiring,” you say the second the door closes.
“Told you,” he simply replies. You pout in return, slumping your form beside him. He thought you looked so cute like this. Holding your cheek, he kisses your forehead, your nose, then your mouth, making you scrunch up your face. He chuckles, at least he made you feel a bit better.
“I should probably get ready for the shoot. You good here?” You ask, getting up from the couch. Kimi hums a yes, but doesn’t let go of your hand. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, Kimi, but you will have to let go of my hand so I can get to my room.”
He looks at you with puppy eyes for a second before reluctantly letting go, deciding to lay back down on the couch.
“You’re not gonna get ready?”
Kimi shakes his head, eyes already closed ready for a five minute nap. You scoff softly at him, before heading for the door. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” he mumbles. Kimi was not a man of many words by any means, but he would always utter those back to you. Smiling to yourself, you shut the door and get ready for the shoot.
“So this is how the challenge goes: you have to compete with each other on who knows your fellow drivers and each other the best, and of course, most points win. You’ll write your answers on a whiteboard so there’ll be no cheating.” The interviewer behind the camera explains. You nod, giving her a signal that you were ready for them to start filming. Kimi sat beside you on a couch, his face not showing any emotions whatsoever. Looks like you would be doing the heavy lifting on this shoot today.
They snap the check in front of the camera, and the interviewer asks the first question. “Starting with something simple, who on the grid has the most wins?”
“Oh, easy.” you mumble, writing your answer down on your board. Kimi wrote his answer in silence, not talking even when he finished.
“Done?”
You nod, both you and Kimi showing your boards. Lewis Hamilton.
“Easy enough, next question! Who was Y/N’s idol growing up?”
“Aha! You should know this, I told you about it before!” you exclaim, poking Kimi. He grunts, “Not fair, she knows her own idol of course.”
“Sorry, the question wasn’t finished. For Y/N, who was Kimi's idol growing up?” The girl adds.
Oh. Your smile drops as you look to the man beside you who, for the first time in any of the shoots you did today, showed emotion by grinning wickedly at you. “You should get this, I told you about it before,” he teases, echoing your own words. You think for a second before writing down a guess of an answer.
“Time’s up! Can you both please show your boards.”
You reveal yours first, the words Ayrton Senna scribbled down on it. Looking at the man beside you for confirmation, he shakes his head.
“Awh no way! Who’s your idol then?”
Kimi shrugs his shoulders, not answering your question. He didn’t even give Ferrari an answer for that one. He looks at his own empty board for a second before jotting down an answer he’s sure is wrong, but he’s also sure as hell is funny.
Turning his board around, you see Kimi Raikkonen written down with a smiley face beside it. You snigger loudly before replying, “Sure it is bud. In your dreams, maybe.”
“Unfortunately, that is incorrect, Kimi.” The interviewer calls out.
“Go figure,” he mumbles wryly, making you grin even wider.
“No, his answer is correct.” You joke, trying to tease him even more. He gives you a look but you simply keep your sly grin. He decides to drop it, after all he at least made you smile. That in itself deserves a point.
The questions went on for a while, before they got to the harder ones. “Okay, amping it up a notch, who won the 1985 World Championship?”
“Woah, that escalated quickly,” you exclaim, pausing to think for a second.
So far the score was 4-1 for you and Kimi respectively, as he really wasn’t trying at all. You’re pretty sure he could’ve gotten the question about what year Fernando Alonso came into F1 right if he cared. Jotting your answer down to the current question, you see Kimi from your peripheral vision trying to take a peek of your board.
“Hey!” you smack him lightly with your board, “Cheater.”
He smirks, trying to block your second hit. “Wasn’t cheating.”
You continue writing your answer but this time hiding it from Kimi, keeping it as close to your chest as possible. He looks at you for a second as if planning something before going back to write on his own board. Well– he pretends to write something, but you can see him just drawing a star in the corner of his board.
“What’re you planning?” You mumble. Kimi simply shrugs his shoulders, but you can see the slight grin playing on his lips. Locking in your answer, you feel the couch shift slightly to your left. Kimi inched a little closer without you sensing it. He notices your side eye and realizes it’s now or never, and tries to tackle you to see your board.
You shriek, attempting to hide your board from him by sliding down the sofa, to no avail. Your reaction was too slow and he was already on your side of the couch. You were giggling helplessly at this point, unable to contain your joy. Opening your eyes that you didn’t notice you closed, you’re met with a large smile, your teammate proud of himself.
“Get off of me Raikkonen!” You exclaim, using his last name for emphasis. You try to shove him off but he stays solid slightly on top of you, still pretending to try and take a peek of your board. You knew he didn’t give a damn about those answers anymore.
“Say please,” he mutters, still smirking. You truly didn’t know what had gotten into him.
“Please get off of me, you bastard.”
In truth Kimi didn’t want to, he enjoyed seeing your face scrunch up under him with a laugh. He had forgotten about the cameras a long time ago– they weren’t important to him. He just liked seeing you smile. Still, he knew the faster they finished this challenge the faster he could get some alone time with you.
He finally concedes and moves back to his spot on the couch, fixing his hair and going back to writing his answer as if nothing happened. You sit up straight, fix your shirt, and do the same. The crew looked confused, feeling like they saw something that they shouldn’t have. You didn’t care, though. If anyone asked you would just say what you always did, that physical touch was your love language with friends. It wasn’t necessarily a lie, except for the fact that Kimi wasn’t just a friend.
The interviewer clears her throat before speaking up again, “Okay– uh– answers?”
“Prost, of course.” You answer with a smile. You loved studying the history of Formula One. Even though you couldn’t see, Kimi gave you the softest look he has in a while. He loved how you genuinely lit up whenever something you liked came up.
“And you, Kimi?” The interviewer asks, making the man snap out of his moment of adoration.
Kimi flips his board, a Lewis Hamilton written on it. The interviewer shakes her head but continues, “I’m sure that’s a gag answer b—”
“Is it?” Kimi butts in.
“I’m sorry?”
“Is it a gag answer?”
You shove Kimi softly on his side, “Don’t mess with her like that!”
He chuckles, before raising his hands in defeat. “Whatever you say.”
The rest of the game moves pretty quick, save for a quick argument between you and Kimi on what Sebastian’s favorite track was. As you both leave the set, you give Kimi a sneaky grin. “Bold move earlier.”
“Hmm?”
“Doing all that tackling in front of the camera. I thought you were the one who said we should be discreet. You definitely gave Ferrari a lot of bonus content. I’m sure they’ll cut it out though.”
“Ehh,” Kimi shrugs, not replying for a good while as you both walk out the Ferrari building and out into the night streets. You knew he was trying to find the right words, trying to figure out how to articulate his thoughts. It was part of the reason why he didn’t like talking so much.
Once outside he wraps his arms around you, a sign that he was finally back in the present and ready to talk. “I just wanted people to know, you know?”
“Know what? That you have a quarterback tackle?”
He chuckles at the recent memory before replying, “No, that I love you.”
You blush, hoping Kimi didn’t see it. He did. You carry on your conversation, “And how exactly did you plan to convey that message when they don’t even know we’re in a relationship?”
“Hey, Sebastian knows.” He argues.
“Seb hardly counts, he practically forced his way into figuring it out.”
Kimi shakes his head, his arms still around you. “And he walked into a room at the wrong time.”
His comment makes you laugh, a soft smile on your face as you turn to face him. “I love you, you know that?”
“Mhm. Love you too. Even if I don’t say it much.”
Your grin grows even larger, leaning up to kiss him. “You don’t have to say, I know.” He kissed you back, and he could feel your smile as he did. He thinks it’s crazy that he’s hidden such a blessing from the world. How you ever loved someone like him, he didn’t know, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.
Pulling away, he gives you a smile that only you get to see. The softest in the world, looking at you as if you were the world. He breaks eye contact to hold your hand, headed towards the chinese restaurant down the road. “Okay, now dumplings.”
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horrorxweasley · 23 days
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gojo and fem reader are best friends with a heavy sexual relationship— like so bad that when Satoru sees his bestie all his blood rushes to his cock. add a lil jealousy to that to spice it up
More than friends
Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader
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Warnings: SMUT 18+, MDNI, Jealous Sex, Oral (male receiving), Choking, Dom/Sub, Bondage/Restraints
Word Count: 2,638K
Summary: Y/N and Satoru are best friends….with benefits. None of their other friends know this, so when they all go out to the mall and Geto starts flirting with Y/N, Gojo gets heated and wants to show her who she belongs to.
A/N: I LOVE THIS IDEA THANKS FOR THE REQUEST ANON!!!! Hope you enjoy :))
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It was a nice bright and sunny day in Tokyo, and it was a weekend which meant one thing. No school! Y/N, Gojo, Geto and Shoko were out on a trip to the mall for a well deserved break from school. The four had been friends since their first year at Jujitsu High, Y/N was a transfer student at the time but soon found her peace with these crazy three. 
Y/N and Shoko were leading the way, laughing at whatever they were talking about. It was good to get a bit of girl time while Gojo and Geto struggled behind carrying you and Shoko’s bags. There weren’t that many, you’re convinced they're just being dramatic. 
Gojo and Geto didn’t mind really, they were just putting it on. Part of their “cool guy” personalities you know? Gojo couldn’t concentrate on anything other than staring at you anyways, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock just from the sight of you. He had to quickly cover his crotch with the bags he was carrying, suppressing a blush. As you and Gojo had been secretly fucking behind closed doors for quite some time. Not dating, no, just fucking. Sometimes Gojo would often dream that you two were actually dating, he would love to show you off, spoil you, kiss you freely without fear of getting caught. He often wondered if you felt the same way. 
“Guys! That new ramen bar is open just down to the right!” Y/N yells back at the boys “Lets go try it!”. Ramen was always your favourite, you would eat it 3 times a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner if you could. “Yeah sure, I'm getting quite hungry myself anyways, what about you Satoru?” Geto asks, “Yeah I'm down” Gojo smiles looking straight at you. 
The four of you were sitting in the booth at the new Ramen place. Get was sitting next to you, Gojo across from you and Shoko next to him. Normally you sat next to Gojo but he decided he wanted to look at you as he ate this time round. 
“My my Y/N, not often I get to sit next to such a pretty lady such as yourself” Geto purred next to you, playfully flirting due to the change in normal seating arrangement. You almost choke on your ramen as he says this stifling a laugh clearly knowing that he was being playful. 
“I could say the same for you, sitting next to such a handsome strong man” You smirked leaning onto his shoulder. Both of you are smiling and chuckling slightly. Shoko laughed along with you as well, you knew she had a thing for Geto but at least she wasn’t jealous of your playful flirting. 
Gojo on the other hand was faking a smile as he continued to eat his ramen. He knew it was just a joke but hearing you talk that way to another man, never mind that man being Geto of all people, stuck something inside of him that made him unbelievably jealous. If his eyes weren’t such a bright blue you couldn't have sworn they would turn red with rage. Geto put his arm around you kissing you on the head laughing. This image continued to play in Gojos mind for the rest of the day. 
Once you had all finished eating your ramen til you were so full you could barely move. You all agreed it was time for you all to head back to your apartments. Geto and Shoko lived in the opposite direction as you and Gojos apartments. So half way back you both said your goodbyes to each other.
“Goodbye beautiful” Geto winked, blowing you a kiss. You pretended to catch the kiss and put it in your pocket “Bye Suguruuuu” you sang. Then you hug Shoko goodbye before turning round and beginning the silent walk home with Gojo by your side. 
Once you got back to your apartment, you were expecting to turn round to say goodbye to Gojo but instead found him following you into your home. Although you weren’t expecting this it wasn’t at all unusual for Gojo to join you in your home after a day out. So you let him follow you in without a question. 
As soon as you lock the door behind you, Gojo drops your bags (you forgot he was carrying) and pins you to the door. Your eyes widen as he does this, “Toru?” you begin to talk but Gojo cuts you off with his hand over your mouth, a whine leaving you as he does this. 
“What was that all about back there with Suguru huh? You're just gonna whore yourself out to anyone now?” He growls. 
“I-it was just for show Toru, we don’t actually feel that way for each other”
“Is that right? Seemed pretty convincing to me” He was clearly angry and hurt.
“Why do you even care, it's not like we’re dating”
“Oh i wanna change that real fucking soon darling, but first i’m gonna fuck you”
Gojo’s lips crashed down onto yours before you could even protest. The sweet taste of him coating your lips causes you to melt into the kiss. He had one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your waist as he pinned you to the door with his body. Your hands were laying on his muscular chest, gripping onto his t-shirt. 
Gojo forced his tongue into your mouth, shoving it so far down your throat you gag a little bit. That noise drives him even more crazy. You feel your knees buckle from beneath you and Gojo takes advantage of this, lifting you up easily as if you were nothing. His hands rested under your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist as you made out. 
Gojo growled and moaned into your mouth as he could feel your heat just resting over his crotch. All these noises coming from your best friend were sending you into a place you've never been before, your panties were so incredibly wet they could probably rip in half. 
The soft feeling of the bed hit your back as Gojo threw you, instantly climbing on top of you only breaking your kiss to take a breath every now and then. “Fuck Y/N, y’make me go crazy” Gojo moans onto your mouth. You could feel his hard cock through his trousers pushing down onto you, it hurt slightly due to how big he was, but it was a pain you craved when he wasn’t around. 
His touch felt like lightning against your skin as he pulled your shirt over your head, almost ripping it with desperation. Skillfully taking your bra off with one hand discarding all of your clothing onto the floor. Leaving you and only you, naked and vulnerable, just how Gojo liked you. Gojo stands up from the bed and knowing your place you stand lying down. 
“Fuck look at you” he laughs “you’re fucking beautiful you know that?” 
His sincerity almost made you tear up as you watched his bright blue eyes swim all over your naked form. 
“And you’re all fucking mine, you got that whore?” his eyes darken as his jealousy over earlier today begins to front. 
Gojo walks over to the drawer in your bedroom where you keep all of your toys. He skims the contents for a few minutes before pulling out a stretcher bar and handcuffs. The stretcher bar clips on to your ankles to keep your legs spread wide open. Gojo approaches you with the restraints smirking darkly at you. He forces your legs apart and straps you into the stretcher bar, then trails his hand up your body making you shiver before handcuffing you. You stare up at Gojo, his bright eyes glowing in the dimly lit room. 
“Who owns you?” 
“Y-you do ‘Toru” 
“Good girl” he purrs
He begins to strip from his clothes. Starting with his shirt, pulling it over his head, his muscles flexing as he does so. Gojo was fit, really fit, his abs were so defined it had you drooling. Then his trousers, he brought his fingers down to the zip and slowly pulled it down, he knew what he was doing, he was teasing you. You whine at his teasing and he chuckles in response. He drops his trousers and all that's left is his boxers, his hard cock begging to be released from behind the fabric. 
“Take them off…please” you say, squeezing your legs together trying to get some sort of friction from the sight before you.
“So impatient” he laughs
His boxers fall to the floor releasing his cock, it hits his lower stomach with a slap. You moan at the sight, the tip of his cock, red and dripping with precum. 
“Gonna be a good girl f’me and suck my cock?” 
All you can do is nod your head, not wanting to waste time on words, you needed him and you needed him now. Gojo laughs at your patheticness and walks over to the bed. He pulls you to the edge, hanging your head over the side of the bed, at the perfect height for him to shove his cock down your throat. 
“Go on, open that pretty little mouth for me” 
As soon as you do, Gojo thrusts into your mouth, slowly pushing until you take all of him. You can feel his tip hit the back of your throat and you gag. Gojo moans loudly at this, your warm mouth feels so good around him. It had been weeks since you last hooked up and you were both desperate for any type of action making you sensitive for each movement. 
“Oh my - fuck Y/N you take my cock so fucking well in that pretty mouth of yours” 
He grabs onto the sides of your head, grasping your hair slightly to help him thrust into your mouth. The wet noises of your spit covering him echoes around the room. You manage to tap Gojos leg to indicate to him that you needed air. He pulled out of you, letting go of your head. 
“Awww was that too much for you to handle, needed a breath of fresh air did you?”
You can only nod as you are gasping for air, normally you can take him no problem but the angle means you are being suffocated by his balls each time he thrust into you fully. Gojo flipped you back round onto the bed properly and climbed on top of you. He quickly smashed his lips against yours, he could taste himself on your tongue. The vibrations from his groans shaking through your whole body. Complete euphoria is what you were feeling, it felt like you were on cloud nine. 
“M’gonna fuck you now, m’gonna fuck you til you can’t even think straight, teach you a lesson” he growled into your ear sending shivers down your spine. 
Gojo pulls at your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin most likely leaving bruises, bruises that would show others who you belong to. He swipes the tip of his cock through your folds, lubing himself up before he slams into your hole. 
“Nhhhhgg FUCK TORU” 
You weren’t expecting him to be so rough, he’s normally always so gentle…….you liked it. His cock moulded perfectly with your insides, it was like you were made for him. Gojo was big, very big and with just how rough he was benign you could already tell he was bruising your cervix, walking would definitely be a challenge tomorrow. 
Your mind was so foggy as he pounded into you, it was hard to think of anything other than him. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head now and then, almost dipping out of consciousness with Gojos hand round your throat, pressing at just the right pressure. One of Gojo’s favourite sights was his hand round your throat. He could see that you were unable to think straight, he was fucking the thoughts out of you and he loved it. He loved how much dominance he had over you and how you just fully submitted and let him use you. 
“Not thinking about him are you huh? It’s not his cock deep inside of you is it?” 
He really was jealous of you and Geto flirting earlier. Even though you and Gojo weren’t officially dating, you could see it in his eyes at the ramen restaurant and now you could feel it with how he was fucking you. If this is how he reacted to you flirting with other guys then you need to start doing it more often.
“From this day forward you’re my fuck toy and only mine. Got it?” he growled, not even slowing his pace. 
“Y-yes T-toru, on-ly yours OH MY GOD” you screamed the last part as you felt his thumb start to draw circles on your clit, stimulating you fully pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm. The pure overstimulation from touch and the fact that you were completely helpless under him, unable to move any of your body was sending you over the edge. 
“Mmmmnnghh fuck, s’fucking tight just f’me, can feel you getting closer. You gonna cum?”
“Ye-s yes m’gonna cum please let me cum” you begged, which was music to Gojo’s ears. 
“Go on then, cum for me, cum all over my cock before I fill you up” 
It didn’t take long after his words before you reached your orgasm and came, squirting all over him, soaking his lower body and the bed beneath you. You really should’ve put a towel down. 
The feeling of your pussy pulsing as you came also sent Gojo over the edge, with a loud groan, his body tightened as he released all of his cum inside of you coating your pussy. 
He slowed right down riding out both of your highs slowly and gently, before coming to a complete stop. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing so heavy no words were exchanged for a good few minutes. 
After a while, Gojo rolls off of you, breaks you free from the restraints and lies down beside you, laying on his arm and eyes closed. 
“That felt so good” he breathed
“Are you really that jealous of me and Suguru FAKE flirting?” you asked cocking your head to the side to look at him. Gojos eyes opened to meet yours. He had been battling the fact that he had absolutely fallen in love with you over the time that you have been hooking up. He was dreadfully terrified of confessing incase he lost you completely. 
“I- uhm” he started and propped himself up on his hand. 
“I have a confession…..a few weeks into us starting to hook up here and there, I- uhh- I began to develop feelings for you” He was avoiding eye contact scared in case he was met with not only rejection but a lost friendship.
Your eyes opened wide, you  couldn't believe it, Gojo had actually developed feelings for you?. This whole time you were absolutely in love with your best friend and finally he admitted that he too felt the same way. It felt like you were dreaming again. 
Panicked by your long silence, Gojo spoke again.
“Y/N i’m sorry if i’ve ruined everything I just hmmmppff” 
You cut him off with crashing your lips onto his, your hands resting on his sweating muscled chest. A smile spread right across your mouth. Gojo melted into your kiss, his heartbeat slowing down the anxiety leaving his body as he got your message. 
Glad that you both felt the same way you both fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms. Smiles permanently spread across your faces. You were finally his and he was finally yours. 
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classyrbf · 4 months
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can I request some comfort smut? with aoi Todo.
maybe reader is feeling insecure because she doesn't meet todos expectations of what he wants in a women,aka being short, not having a fatty and whatnot...and she sees him always fawning over his favorite idol and gets sad over the fact
YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING!
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SYNOPSIS...you start to feel insecure when todo starts talking about his celeb crush more often, making you feel like you’re not enough for him, but he’s quick to show you that you’re more than enough
INFO...todo aoi x fem!reader, comfort, smut, angst, reader is insecure about their body, body checking (looking in mirror), reader is shorter than todo, todo calls reader mamas, talks of reader finding girls attractive, body worshipping, nipple play, oral (f!receiving), mating press, spanking, praise, breeding, todo is obsessed and in love, this becomes pure filth at some point cause I have no self control, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs appreciated
thank you for the request anon!
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“Did you see Takada’s new photos today?” Todo asked Yuuji, excitement taking over. Todo was on the phone was Yuuji, talking about what boys usually talk about. Of course, the one subject they would always land on would be tall girls with big butts. Which you didn’t mind, tall girls with big butts were hot, that you could agree on.
But lately, something inside your brain switched. It’s taken on toll on you as to how much Todo has been talking about his favorite idol, Takada. She was a gorgeous girl, attractive, but when she’s all that your boyfriend ever talks about…you start questioning yourself.
“I know! She looks so hot! That new bikini really did he ass justice!” You heard Todo laugh while you were in the other room, looking at yourself in the mirror. You slightly frowned, turning around to get a good view from behind, only to be disappointed with what you saw. A defeated sigh left your lips. You knew Todo’s type since day one, he would never shut up about it. But as to why he started dating you when you never fit that category really made you question why he was even with you.
Though you were disappointed that you weren’t your boyfriend’s type, you still kept looking in the mirror anyway, trying to decipher what it is that he found in you. Maybe he went for personality this time around. But that’s a good thing because everyone knows that what’s on the inside counts more. You’ve never had a problem with how you looked, it never bothered you. You were just hoping you could be a little more to your boyfriend’s liking, maybe it’ll make him happier.
“Baby?” Todo’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump as his presence. “What are you doing?” He asked, slowly walking towards you.
“Nothing,” you quickly answered. “I was checking to see if my legging had a hole in them.” You backed up from him, avoiding his gaze and walked towards the closet, pretending to do something. “Anyway, how’d your talk with Yuuji go?” You said in a cheerful tone.
Todo stayed quiet as he followed you to your closet, standing behind you. Knowing his was right there, you quickly pulled your long sweater down over your ass, covering it. Todo took notice of this swiftly. “It was fine,” he answered.
“That’s good! I overheard you talking about Takada. Did she finally post something?” You chuckled, turning around to look at him. Todo had a stoic expression on his face. Something was off with you. You were too overjoyed, changing the subject too quick.
“She did,” he bluntly stated.
“Nice.” You smiled before walking past Todo, brushing past him. Though he was quick to grab onto your wrist, pulling you back in his direction. A small squeal left your lips at the sudden action. “Yes?”
He stared down at you, narrowing his eyes before speaking, “what’s going on with you? You know you can talk to me, right?” His thumb rubbed over your knuckles as he held your hand in his.
“I know,” you nodded, “and nothings wrong.” You went to pull away from him again but his grip on you was still strong. The feeling of nervousness started to bubble up in your chest because you knew he saw what you were doing in the mirror. You just hoped that deep down you could get him to forget by asking him tons of questions and making up lies. But, he knows you too well.
“Talk to me. I’m here for you. What were you doing in the mirror? Hm?” His arm snaked around your waist and you couldn’t help but feel like he had you trapped. You blinked, smile slowly fading as you stared up at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked softly, gently grabbing your chin so you wouldn’t look away from him.
Letting a deep sigh, you answered, “I just…I don’t feel pretty enough for you.” You snatch your head from his grip, not enough courage to look at him directly. “You’re always talking about Takada and how she’s so tall and she has a fat ass and I think you fail to realize that I have neither of those things. That’s your type in a woman and I don’t have it…I’m the opposite. I feel like I’m not enough for you,” you explained. “I don’t even know why you’re with me with me sometimes when I’m not what you’re looking for.”
Todo furrowed his brows in anger. He wasn’t angry at you, but angry at himself for making you feel like this not being aware of your feelings. “Hey, look at me.” He grabs your chin again. “You are enough for me. You make me happy, you make laugh, you’re one of the greatest cooks ever, you care about me, and you’re fucking beautiful. Who gives a fuck what my type is?”
“I do!” You said with tears brimming your eyes. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him.
“Baby, don’t cry. I’m sorry for making you feel like this and not being aware of how this would affect you. You know I love you, every bit of you.” His eyes softened at the sight of your watery eyes.
“Why’d you date me?” You sniffled.
“Well, you put up with my crazy behavior, you have a feisty little attitude, you’re gorgeous,” he chuckled. “I always knew I liked you, but I really knew when I saw you at the dinner party. You were wearing that black dress, the backless one, and you had your hair done, and your makeup complimented everything so perfectly. I couldn’t stop staring at you. I’m pretty sure I fell in love at that moment. You can ask Yuuji.”
“Really?” You giggled.
“Yes, really. I’m surprised you didn’t catch me staring. Yuuji had to hit me on the back of my head a few times,” he laughed.
You sniffled, smiling at me. “I feel like…I can be better.”
Todo sighed, shaking his head. “The only thing you could be better at is stop being so harsh on yourself and stop crying.” Todo placed a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, taken by surprise when he pushed you back down on the bed, never taking his lips off of yours.
“Todo,” you spoke in between kisses.
“Shhh, let me make you feel good, let me show you what you do to me,” he breathed out, tongue finding your bottom lip. “You deserve it.”
You threw your arms around his neck while his hands wandered under your sweater, playing with your tits, cupping them. He could already feel how much he was straining against his boxers and sweatpants right now. And it was all because of you, just from kissing you. If he could express into words how crazy you make him feel, he would do it, but right now he wants to show you.
He broke the kiss, pulling your sweater over your head and tossing it to the floor. His hands found the hem of your leggings, nearly ripping the thin fabric as he yanked it off of your legs, eager to see you. You were only left in your underwear, feeling exposed as his eyes scanned over your figure, taking in every feature. “Goddamn, I love you.”
He lowered his head placing wet kisses between your breasts, handing coming up to play with your nipples, pulling at them. He left a trail of wet kisses down your body, going lower and lower until he was at your pussy, breath fanning over your clothed cunt. Todo ran his fingers over your slit, humming to himself as he began imagining folding you in half and eating you out until you were crying. He could do so many things to you, so many things he’s never even thought of before.
Your hips twitched at the subtle sensation of his fingers, earning a chuckle from him. “I won’t play with this pretty pussy just yet. I was those perfect tits in my mouth first,” he huskily spoke, moving back up your body and latching his mouth onto the flesh of your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple. Small whimpers filled the room, as his other hand began to play with your other breast, the pad of his thumb rubbing your hard nipple in a circle.
Instinctively, your hands came up to entangle in his hair, your eyes dead set on your boyfriend. It turned you on when your eyes met each others, your pussy throbbing and soaked.
“Fucking love these titties, mamas.” He placed his mouth of your other breast, a shaky breath leaving your body before you bit down on your bottom lip. “They fit perfect in my hands,” he lowly chuckled.
“Todo I need you,” you whimpered.
He looked up at you, a smirk on his face. “Yeah? Lemme see how wet that pussy is for me.” He sat up, reaching his fingers under your panties, his eyebrows raising in surprise at how wet you were. He didn’t say another word, he threw his shirt off and somewhere around the room. His toned and muscular body coming into view, making you squirm. Your eyes couldn’t help but land on his dick, seeing how hard he was through his sweatpants. “See what you do to me, huh?” He smirked, taking notice of where your eyes were. You quickly looked back up at him. “Give me your hand.”
You happily obliged, putting your hand in his where he guided you towards his dick, your palm running over his length. You took it upon yourself to gently squeeze it, making him shudder. He was throbbing, and you could feel it against your hand. “You’re throbbing.”
“Yeah, that’s all because of you. You don’t have a clue what you do to me, mamas,” he devilishly grinned, eyes full of lust. “You’re fucking perfect.” Todo grabbed your hips unexpectedly, making you squeal. His rough hands ripped your underwear off, grabbing the back of your legs and spreading them to get a good view of your leaking cunt. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. He practically folded you in half, pushing your legs back so far so get the best view. His mouth was watering before he dipped his tongue between your folds, tasting your juices.
You gasped, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. He hungrily lapped at your clit, running his tongue all over your cunt, tasting you, eating you like his life depended on it. He began rutting his hips against the bed, try to look for any sense of relief. You were making him so hard, your moans, your whimpers, your body, everything was making him hungry for you.
“Taste so good.” He sucked on your clit, your hips bucking into face as you grew more needy. His tongue circled around your clit, messily eating your pussy, juices running down his chin.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned, your skin heating up. He pulled his head back to spit on your cunt, watching it drip down to your ass slowly. He hummed in satisfaction, latching his mouth right on your clit again, knowing that’s where you were most sensitive. Your fingers gripped the plush bedsheets below as you sat there and let him thrust his tongue in and out your dripping hole.
He spat on it one more time, catching the spit with his tongue and kissing your clit, tongue moving back and forth. “Cum for me, I know you’re close,” he breathed heavily before flicking his tongue up and down.
“Yes, yes, right there!” You cried out, the pleasure fogging your brain as your eyes rolled back, hips moving into his face. “S-shit! I’m gonna cum! Todo, baby!” You gasped, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit sending you over the edge, your entire body shaking as you gripped onto the sheets below. Todo groaned against your pussy, tasting what he did to you, licking up every last drop. Your hips continued to buck up, breathing heavily as you came down from your high.
“Fuck me.” He lifted his head to look at you, your eyes hooded, sweat clinging to your skin. He couldn’t take it any longer, he needed to feel you wrapped around him, milking him. His big hands grabbed onto your waist, flipping your over onto your stomach. He pulled his pants and boxers down, kicking them off as his cock sprang free. You laid there, pussy still throbbing and begging for more. “Look at that ass,” he grunted, his hand making contact with your soft skin, spanking it.
He stroked himself with his free hand, smearing his precum over the head of his cock. He couldn’t wait to feel you clamp down on him. Todo gripped your ass, spreading it to get a good view of your pussy. “So fucking beautiful, mamas. You hear me?” He leaned down, pressing wet kisses to the flesh of your ass, groping and spanking it. He couldn’t get enough of you.
“Please, fuck me,” you barely said above a whisper. He couldn’t deny you, that sweet voice and your pretty face. Both of you wanted the same thing so badly. “Please,” you begged again.
Todo mounted you, the tip of his dick just inches away from your entrance. You grew impatient, moving your hips back and feeling his dick stretching you out. “Oh s-shit.” Todo was caught off guard, gripping onto your ass as he followed your movement, pushing his hips against yours. He watched in amusement at how your pussy swallowed his cock whole. You were so wet and warm, taking him to well. He quickly began moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace. Plap, plap, plap.
Your eyes clenched shut, moaning into the pillow below you as cock grazed against your sensitive walls, the tip of dick pressing against your g-spot. Todo, gripped your hips, stuck in a trancelike state as he watched your ass move against him. He felt animalistic. He leaned over to your ear before whispering, “only you can do this to me, baby. Don’t think otherwise in that pretty little head of yours.” He smacked your ass.
He thrusted deeper, hitting a spot you didn’t even know was possible, but it had your eyes rolling back. You could barely form sentences, brain filled with nothing but feeling of Todo’s cock relentlessly fucking your pussy. “So fucking wet, you’re creaming around me,” he huffed. He felt you clench around him, earning a low groan from his lips.
“Gonna cum!” You barely managed to say, overwhelmed by the feeling of how deep he was inside of you.
“Go on, mamas. I wanna feel this pussy squeeze around me.” His words sent you into overdrive, loud moans filling your shared bedroom as your body began to shake, orgasm taking over. “There you go—fuck! Let it all out.” He talked you through it.
“Oh my god! ‘m still cumming!” You cried out. Your whole entire body felt weak, but the sensation was addicting. Your eyes rolled back again, his pace never letting up as he continued to fuck your sensitive cunt.
“Turn around,” he demanded as if he didn’t turn you over himself, hands gripping your waist again and landing you on your back. His chest heaved up and down as he pushed your legs to your chest, feeling his cock slide right in. “Fuuuck,” he moaned. Your legs were thrown over shoulders, his cock pummeling your pussy. “Look at me, beautiful, wanna see those pretty eyes,” Todo said.
Your eyes landed on him, barely open as he pressed his forehead against yours. He was go deeper and harder rather than faster. You could feel everything, the throbbing of cock, his veins that ran along his shaft, the way he hit that one spot over and over. You were bound to come again. You two couldn’t stop staring at one another, heavy breaths exchanged as your lips were inches apart. “I love you, all of you.”
“I love you too,” you whimpered. His lips found yours, messily kissing you, tongue against yours. Both of you moaned into the kiss, his balls slapping against your ass and Todo was sure he was going to cum soon with the way you were clenching around him.
“Fuck, I love you, I love you,” he moaned, going at a faster pace, chasing his orgasm. Your pussy squelching with each harsh thrust of his. “You’re gonna make fuckin’ cum, mamas—shit! Yes!” He thrusts grew sloppier before you felt him twitch inside of you, his hips rutting against yours deeply before you felt him cum inside of you, filling you up and painting your walls. He let out a guttural groan, thrusting into you one last time. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of you as he pulled you in for another sloppy and wet kiss. “I love you so much.”
You lazily smiled at him. “I love you too.”
“I’m sorry for making you feel less than you really are, you hear me?” He gripped your chin. “You’re my everything. I never want you to feel that way again.” He had a serious look on his face. You nodded in response. “Let me go get the shower set up and after we could order your favorite food and watch a movie, okay?”
“Sounds perfect.” You continued to smile, cupping his cheek. Todo placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling another ‘I love you’ before getting off the bed and heading towards the bathroom.
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thanksbutno98 · 2 months
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John Price x fem!readerOC
Authors note: Thank you anon who gave me this idea! You’re a true genius and smacked me in the face with inspiration! Immediately started writing this when I saw the prompt, so this week you’re all getting two fics back to back. This is also the first fic I haven’t shied away from Indy’s true personality so I’m sorry if it’s not as inclusive as my other work.
Summary: John Price is scared for his safety after seeing his wife’s fascination with true crime content.
Warning: sexual themes, swearing, mentions or murder, mentions of serial killers, not edited.
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John was just walking in to your home after a grueling day of debriefs and meetings. His back was sore from sitting hunched over his desk for so long. It was hard for John getting home much later than he intended; having lost track of time while doing paperwork. You two had a brief phone call where he apologized for missing dinner and you told him it was alright as long as he brought you home a milkshake.
So here John was, milkshake in hand and ready to plop down on the couch next to you. He was hoping to watch a movie and get you to give him a shoulder rub. The lights were already turned down and your two children were tucked into bed fast asleep. After kicking off his boots John quietly made his way to the living room where he could hear you watching tv.
“So was Jack the Ripper really Jane the Ripper? Thats why this case remains, Unsolved.”
John’s ears were just tuning in to whatever you had on the television. Rounding the corner John was greeted with his sweet, loving wife sitting on the edge of your seat completely engrossed in the murder documentary you had found. You had a bin of laundry next to you as you folded your son and daughter’s clothes.
“What are you watching?” John’s deep voice sounded from the doorway of the living room but you didn’t both glancing over at him.
“A documentary about Jack the Ripper. Although, this theory says that it could have been a woman! Makes a lot of sense.” You skipped all the pleasantries being absent minded enough to forget to greet John properly.
“You think it was a woman who did all that?” John asked, rounding the couch and handing you your drink. You said a quiet thank you and shared a quick peck as a way to welcome your husband home.
“Yeah she could’ve been a nurse! Someone who has a medical background but the likelihood of it being a woman is pretty low.” You babbled on about the new information you had just learned, lively waving your hands as you spoke. John was looking at you with a bit of concern as he sat down on the couch, immediately putting his feet up on the coffee table and lounging back.
“Seems like something a man would do.” John said simply shooting down the theory you had just shared with him. Your face dropped at John dismissing the idea so quickly and you gave him a narrowed eyed look before you spoke.
“Yeah that makes sense. Men do suck.” With a shrug you sighed obnoxiously loud trying to get a reaction from your husband.
“Oi, that’s not what I meant! Men are just more likely to commit violent cri-“
You cut John off, already knowing where his tangent was going. You bated him into reacting strongly anyway and weren’t interested in what he had to say. It was more a ploy to get him to chat about the new found topic you had delved into.
“I mean in that era there wasn’t a ton of medical knowledge. Don’t think it was more than my own. If Jane could do it I could’ve done it, if pushed. I have a pretty good understating of the human body being an archeologist and all.” You were back to babbling away excited to have someone to talk to about the subject.
John stopped listening half way through what you were saying. His mind had latched on to one thing in particular and it made his eyebrows shoot up.
“If pushed?” John asked a bit of worry peaking through his stoic features.
“Yeah, I don’t have a ton of medical knowledge. . . but enough I could get away with it. Or at least maybe I could? I think I have more medical knowledge than a nurse back in that time. I’ll have to look into it.” You were rambling at this point.
It was more of you mulling over the ideas than actually taking it all too seriously. You were using John as a sounding board as to what he thought medical knowledge back in the 1880’s was. You’d have to do some more research later. You were a scientist after all asking this question felt natural to you.
The only reason you had started consuming this content was to better yourself on the assignment you were given at work. It was quite an interesting one that happened to be a possible ancient serial killer. One that dated back before Jack the Ripper and far before the term was coined. It had you enthralled and you were becoming lost in your thoughts that you weren’t realizing your husband’s worried expression.
“Darling, I’m stuck on the ‘if pushed’ part. What would push you to that?” John was now siting forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He was so perplexed by you he had to get a better look at you to see if you were alright.
“I don’t know. Would just have to be pushed to it. Like Jane was.” You shrugged and went back to folding laundry.
“Again, pushed how.” John asked a bit more forceful this time. You didn’t have time for John’s silly question you were taking a mental inventory of questions you needed answered to gain a better understanding on the topic.
“John, I don’t know! Just and off hand comment.” You rolled your eyes at your husband. He clearly didn’t understand you were gathering knowledge and he was being weird about it.
“Okay.” John said skeptically. Watching as you grabbed the laundry basket and went to go upstairs.
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“Evening, darling.” John walked into the living room to see you already asleep on the couch.
You looked so endearing curled up under the ruby red blanket with an open bag of crisps sitting on the coffee table. There was another basket of laundry neatly folded but tonight it was John and your clothes. It had been another late night on base but you had been sweet enough to pack John dinner in advance so he wouldn’t have to eat the food there.
With a short chuckle and huge smile John walked around the couch to grab the remote and then carry you to bed. Thats when he realized what was playing on the television. John’s head snapped to the television as he stopped in his tracks to actually listen to what was playing. Picking up the remote he paused Netflix to see you were watching ‘The Ted Bundy Tapes.’
A shiver run up John’s spine at how this of all things could be something you fell asleep to. John’s mind wandered back to the conversation from a few nights ago. Where you said you could commit murder ‘if pushed.’ John was still rattled to hear you say that and now he was starting to see a pattern in what you were watching.
John joked to Ghost once if he didn’t show up to work he was buried in the backyard because he finally pissed you off enough. But now maybe his joke was coming to fruition. John was catching you in the planning phase. No! John shook the thought from his head. You were just weird or something. The murder documentaries weren’t you planning to off him. Right?
John ignored the nagging in his head and chalked it up to his over active mind due to work. Of course he’d be thinking that way after being double crossed after his latest deployment. It made sense to be skeptical of people but not you. You were his person, it was just a weird hyper fixation or something. He knew you could be that way especially after your deep dive into animal planet last year. Don’t even get him started when you discovered The Great British Bake Off that was brutal.
With a deep sigh John turned off the television and placed the remote on the coffee table. Turning back to you he was ready to scoop you up and carry you to bed. Only when he turned to get you, you were sitting up straight as a board, wide eyed, staring straight into his soul.
“Fuck!” John tripped backward and landed with his ass flat on the coffee table. Thank god it was a sturdy piece of furniture as John now sat on it and took a sharp breath.
“You scared me!” You half gasped at John, left hand now clutching your t-shirt over your heart.
“Scared you? Fuck, darling. I-mean. Sorry, you spooked me too. Was going to carry you to bed.” John hunched over and took a breath.
Clearly your new fascination with murder documentaries was getting to John. Or maybe it was the fact he was still so rattled from his last deployment and how he was so blatantly double crossed. Either way he needed to get a grip.
“Well, a free lift sounds pretty nice.” You said sweetly leaning over and wrapping your arms around John’s neck.
You saw that he was a little freaked out and knew how he’d been on edge since coming home. So, you ran your fingers through his hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear to help calm him. John let out a sigh of relief feeling your comforting embrace and felt himself relax. He was just being paranoid.
“How about a free ride?” John flirted breathlessly, pulling you closer so you were now sitting in his lap.
“And you call me a minx. Get on the couch soldier. I’ll help clear your head.”
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Today was the final straw John had convinced himself he was your target. While you were cooking a quick snack for yourself with your air pods in John glanced at your phone to see what you were listening to. He was expecting one of your audio books or music. What he was not expecting was a true crime podcast of the most renowned serial killers.
Thats how John found himself down in the basement where your office was while you were distracted making yourself a late night snack. He didn’t mean to snoop. Fuck it, he meant to snoop. You had been shut in your office a lot more than usual and John needed to know why.
Now that he was here he hated what he saw. You had detailed notes of serial killers and on top of it all you were mapping out ancient tools that could commit similar crimes. You even had a detailed plan on how said tools could be used to carry out serial murders. John wasn’t sure what he did to have you planning to off him but now he was officially worried. The thought you planned to do it with an artifact felt like he had woken up in a horror novel.
John tried to tell himself he was just paranoid and should ask you what the sudden fascination was about. You definitely had a reasonable explanation. Then the idea of you knowing he was on to you popped into his head. So, John decided to snoop and bring up the topic once he had enough evidence.
Thats when your office door was kicked open with so much force it smacked into the stone wall. John was so engrossed in the horrors in front of him he about jumped out of his skin.
“AH! I saw nothing!” John yelled as you walked into your office, grilled cheese and soda in hand. You didn’t mean to send the door flying and startle your husband. You were only trying to open it with your foot and kicked it a little too hard.
“What?” You asked confused. You looked utterly perplexed as you stood in the doorway. There was no reason your husband should be in your office right now.
“You’re going to off me, aren’t you? I finally drove you mad.” John said in a deadly serious tone. John watched as your upper lip twitched in annoyance and brows furrowed.
“Again. What?” You asked, your tone short due to your confusion and frustration that John was intruding on your space.
John saw this as guilt.
Walking over to the opposite end of the table as your cleary agitated husband you gave him a look, silently asking him to explain himself. John knew how much you hated when anyone went into your office without your permission. Let alone rummage through your things like he had done.
Placing your plate and canned soda down you took a bite of the buttery grilled cheese and waited for John to spit out what ever was clearly bugging him. You were a bit annoyed he was in your office let alone rifling through your work; and accusing you of planning on offing him. Did you even hear him right? You liked to think he was in here for a good reason so you waited for him to include you on his reasoning.
“This!” Johns muscular arm came up to show you your own notes.
“Yeah?” You stared blankly at the detailed findings of your work already knowing what was written in your journal. Without a word you took another bite of your sandwich which seemed to aggravate your husband more.
“Researching ways to murder and dismember people. And how to get away with it?” John tossed your journal onto the long wooden table that was your old dinning room table before you replaced it with the one that currently sat upstairs. You glanced around the room seeing if he had his phone propped up somewhere to record him pranking you or something.
“Again, John. Yeah?” The discussion and annoyance was not getting between you and your food as you continued to eat.
“Stop bloody, eating. Why are you detailing ways to murder someone!? And we sure as hell know it’s going to be me. You’ve already tried once.” John snapped at you.
With a dead pan expression you kept eye contact with the 6’2 Brit and aggressively took another bite silently telling him to ‘fuck off.’ Him saying you tried to kill him once was completely untrue, it was just a miscommunication not attempted murder. Although, clearly John thought you wanted him dead.
“Because I’m looking into what could be an ancient serial killer. For work! So what better way to learn than to figure out what modern day killers tactics are and go backwards.” After you spoke you took the final bite of one half of your sandwich and then cleaned your hands off with your napkin.
Tossing it on the table you placed your hands on your hips as silence enveloped the room. You and John never broke eye contact as the accusatory look washed off his face and was replaced with a look of regret, almost bashful. John was drawing a blank as your words sunk in.
“Oh.” John broke the silence. With a quirked eyebrow you crossed your arms over your chest and popped your hip out to the side.
“Really think I’m gonna off you?” You asked with an annoyed yet amused smirk.
“No.” John was clearly trying to hide the fact he was lying. People trying to take his life at work so frequently was messing with his head.
“You’re not convincing.” You told him with a scoff.
“You’re smart enough to pull it off. You’re kind of scary. Even you said the other night you have enough medical knowledge. Plus-” John smacked his finger on the page that your journal was open to.
“You have a detailed plan of a murder written down.” John was now trying to explain himself as if that would help the situation. You couldn’t help but laugh at how utterly ridiculous he was.
“You’re scared of me?” It was suppose to be a playful remark but it got under John’s skin. You could tell by the way his lip twitched and eyes narrowed. You were slowly stalking over to him as if he were prey and you the hunter. It was a game to you now, you wanted to see how much you could make the big, strong, Captain Price squirm.
“No.” John said sternly, taking the smallest step away as you approached him.
“Liar.” You confidently blurted out then laughed with a giant grin on your face.
It was a rare moment when John was being the irrational one. The only other time he got like this was when you polished the stairs and forgot to tell him. Claiming you were trying to kill him as he laid at the bottom of the stairs. You did truly feel bad as you watched your husband fall down the stairs all the way from the top step. He still hadn’t let it go and brought it up to guilt trip you at times.
“Okay a little” John gave in.
It was mainly your intelligence that spooked him at times. John still didn’t understand how your brain worked so fast and how complex problems for the average person was child’s play for you. Your first murder attempt almost worked but John did have to admit your stairs had never looked so good.
“Good boy. I’ll make sure it’s painless then.” You whispered the last sentence and placed a chaste kiss to John’s cheek.
“What!” John’s head snapped to look at you who was now laughing at his strong reaction.
“I’m joking” The words were lighthearted as your wrapped your arms around John’s waist and gave him a squeeze.
“Good.” John grumbled, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head. That was a relief, at the very least. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulder as he gazed down at you.
“Still, it’s good to be on your toes, Captain. Head on a swivel and all.” You teased, chin resting on his toned chest.
“Darling.” John warned completely unamused with your teasing.
“Kidding. I’ll only kill you if you cheat.” You sealed the words by placing a kiss to his chest and then giving him a pat to his bottom.
“Then I’m in the clear. Thank god.” John said with a chuckle and eye roll.
“Good boy. Now get out of here because this-“ you gestured to your notes and work that were now all out of order and disorganized since John riffled through it.
“Is an ‘if pushed’ scenario.” You whispered seductively yet the threat was evident in your words.
“Right. Won’t go through your work again.” John nodded with a tight lipped smile becoming slightly anxious you were about to snap at him.
“Mhm hm.” You shook your head with a mischievous smile, happy your husband was back to his normal self.
You watched as John made his way to exit your office taking a moment to admire his ass. He was about to leave, not before stealing the other half of your sandwich.
“Put it down!” You called after John only for him to turn, shoot you a wink, and take a massive bite. This was his form of payback for you teasing him. This was also a quality John had adopted in fatherhood, a knack for stealing everyone’s food guilt free.
“Get back here.” You squealed chasing after your husband as he took off with the rest of your sandwich.
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Wrong Donut
Pairing: Andy Barber x pregnant!Reader
Summary: You can't get your favorite donut with your coffee, so Andy lets you cry to him about it over the phone 😖 (Idea from a lovely anon).
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Warnings: None. Just soft and silly 🤭
Word count: ~800
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Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. 
You roll your eyes at yourself. Repeating the words in your head only makes it worse really. 
Pulling up to the drive thru window, you’re thankful you have your sunglasses on so the teenager working doesn’t have to see that he inadvertently ruined a pregnant woman's day by telling you that they’re out of your favorite donut.
The short drive back to work is spent blinking tears away so you can see. You think–hope–it does the trick to ward them off completely.
It feels like you’re in the clear until you sit down at your desk to drink your coffee and, reluctantly, the donut the guy recommended to you instead of your usual. You only said yes to it because any more words out of your mouth would have given away the sob you were holding back.
You break down when you open the paper bag and catch a glimpse of it. Not the same.
“Fuck,” you curse at yourself for being so upset, pushing the bag away. 
Wiping some tears off your cheeks with your sweater, you grab your phone and fast walk down the hall to a restroom so no one can see you. 
The only way you know how to cope lately is calling Andy and hoping he has time to let you vent. The poor guy. You suspect one of these days he’ll just stop taking your calls, but you hope it's not today. 
It takes a few deep breaths before you can get yourself to dial his number.
On his end, he sees his phone light up and he knows the drill since you're only voice calling and not video calling like you usually prefer with him. 
“Hi, honey,” he answers carefully, bracing himself. 
“Hi,” you answer back, ready to lose it again from just hearing his voice. 
He can hear the frown on your face. 
“What's wrong?” 
“I got the wrong donut,” you sniffle. 
That's a new one, he thinks to himself. “What?” 
“I went to get my coffee and donut, but I had to go during lunch because I was running late this morning,” you recount. Tears fill your eyes again. “But because it was later in the day and they were busy, they didn't have the donut I wanted. I had to get a different one. And it's just not... right.”
He tries his best not to laugh, he really does. 
“I'm sorry that happened.” You can hear the tinge of amusement in his voice, but he's also being genuine. “It’s just a donut though, baby…” 
“I know,” you sob – Loud enough for him to hold his phone away from his ear for a second. “I think that's why I'm crying. I know it's stupid.” 
He can't help but laugh now. “It's not stupid,” he assures. “You’re just emotional.” 
He just listens to the residual crying on your end until it sounds like you're ready to talk again. 
“Where are you, by the way?” 
“Hiding in the bathroom.” 
He smiles hearing you laugh a little. 
“Did you eat?” He asks. Stupid question. He bites his lip. “I know it wasn't the you-know-what that you wanted, but you have to eat.” 
You roll your eyes at the way he censors the word. 
“Not yet…” You sigh, fixing your smudged makeup while you finish talking to him. Or maybe not. “Will you stay on the phone with me? Distract me while I do?”
He can't say no to you. “Of course.” 
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When you get home from work a couple hours later, you’ve forgotten all about your mid-day crisis. It was just like all of the other minute things that have made you cry over the past couple weeks. 
You don’t question that you got home before Andy. Every evening is a little different depending on how busy each of you are. Besides, you probably did hold him up by crying to him during your lunch break anyway. So you just go ahead and get everything out that you need for dinner while you wait for him.
Hearing the door open, you call out to let him know you’re in the kitchen. 
“Hi,” you beam at him. 
He’s relieved to see you smiling as he crosses the room to give you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “Hey, sweetie.”
Your eyes become focused on a paper bag in his hand though, giving him a look when he sets it on the counter in front of you. 
“What’s that?” 
“For you,” he winks. 
You’re skeptical, grabbing the bag and opening it slowly. You let out a short laugh catching sight of the donut that you wanted so badly earlier. 
“My donut?” You pout, looking back at him. “You found one?”
“Oh God, don’t cry,” he chuckles seeing the look in your eyes and pulls you into his arms. “That was supposed to do the opposite.”
“I can’t help it,” you sniffle, closing your eyes and pressing your face into his neck to keep yourself from crying. “Thanks.”
“It was a fresh batch. I'll go back and buy them all for you...”
He says it like he's joking, but you don't think he is. That's exactly something he would do for you.
“No, it's okay,” you laugh, holding your arms around him tighter as if to keep him from doing so. “Don't want anyone else going through what I did.”
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Pairing : Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : fighting ; Minho being a jerk ; angst ; fluffy at the end ; established relationship Word Count : 3.8k Request : i would like to know if you could please write something super angsty but with a fluff ending with him, could be a fight or maybe some bad things said in the heat of the moment, idk you choose, whatever you feel comfortable with. A/N : This took so long to get around to and I'm so sorry, but I finally finished it and I hope that you love it! It was a nice little change from what I've been working on right now. Thank you for loving my writing and supporting me, and I don't know if you remember saying it when you requested but you said you love me forever and always and the feeling is 100% mutual anon!!! Thank you so much!!
Things with Minho weren’t always perfect, no relationship ever was, but you liked to think that your relationship was strong enough to withstand the usual hurdles that most couples went through. For the most part, speed bumps would be smoothed over in a matter of minutes and arguments were more like the flame of a birthday candle, blown out within seconds of lighting it. You both loved each other, and that feeling was strong enough to get the both of you through even the toughest of days. You weren’t sure what was different about this time around, maybe it was the timing, or maybe it was just the fact that you both had gone through this kind of thing so many times that there was no more going around it. You both had to face it head on, and that was something that you never expected to do. 
“Where are you going?” You asked when you saw him heading to the door with a suitcase. Nothing had happened, not yet at least, and the sight in front of you had your stomach sinking. “Is something wrong? Did I do something?” He had never given you a reason to feel like you had to walk on eggshells, but seeing him this way, like he was about to walk out on you, had you beyond nervous, beyond terrified. 
“I’m not going anywhere, kitten.” He cooed, placing the bag down next to the door before walking over to you, his hands moving to your hips to hold you steady as he looked you in the eye. “We’re gonna be filming a new music video further out in the country and it’s gonna take a couple days. I’ll be staying at a hotel so I don’t have to keep driving back and forth every day. I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead before backing up, but his words and the sentiment behind the action weren’t as reassuring as you wanted them to be. 
“Well… Why didn’t you tell me about it? I never heard about a new music video…” You said, the words coming out rather sharply, although you didn’t intend them to. “I mean… What if I didn’t catch you leaving? I’d just wake up and you’d be gone. Do you not care about how that would have made me feel?!” 
He rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his hair as he glared at you, his eyes ice cold and sending a shiver down your spine. “Sometimes I forget to tell you things, my life is kind of busy Y/N. Sue me for it. My life doesn’t exactly revolve around you.” He snapped back, and you knew that he could be kind of harsh with his words, but you didn’t know the extent of it until now, and those words had never been targeted towards you until this moment. “You’re so far up my ass anyway, I thought you would have known about the music video already considering you’re always right fucking there.” 
You swallowed thickly, a nervous chill running through you from being yelled at by the one person in your life that had never raised their voice at you at all before. You weren’t used to it, and you already felt the tears pricking your eyes as you stared at him. “I’m sorry that my way of loving you isn’t good enough, or if it’s a little too much for you. You should have let me know so that I didn’t get so attached.” You retorted, albeit far more quietly, your held back tears causing the words to come out sounding more choked off than anything. 
“Yeah, maybe I should have. And maybe I didn’t tell you about my little trip because I didn’t want you to tag along. I need my own space.” He said, and you felt your stomach tighten up, your throat closing in, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep yourself from crying. If you continued with the argument you’d only break down, so you stayed silent, waiting to see if he had any more left to say. You were like his verbal punching bag, and maybe he was just really stressed out right now, but he was taking it all out on you, and everything that he was saying sounded like his genuine feelings. “I’ve wasted enough time on you… I need to go.” Was the last thing he said before walking out, not a goodbye uttered by either of you, just the tension filled silence that grew and filled the space between the both of you until he walked out the front door. 
It was strange, how your mind was filled with so much, yet you couldn’t think of anything at all. You just stood there in the middle of the room, staring at the door that he had walked out of you don’t know how long ago now. Time seemed to stand still, everything was frozen, not even the sound of birds tweeting outside could be heard. It was like your entire world had stopped, and that’s when you realized that maybe he was right, what he had said wasn’t just nonsense said in a moment of anger or annoyance. It was the truth, it was the wake up call that you needed. 
You were attached to him, far too attached and it wasn’t healthy, not in the slightest. Your world shouldn’t feel like it was crumbling just because of one argument, but it did, and the walls were caving in and the floor was sinking beneath your feet and you felt like you were going to be swallowed into the nothingness that would be your life without him. You had to do the both of you a favor, you had to get out of there, you had to give him the space that he very clearly needed, a space that you didn’t know you needed as well. 
With your number dialed on his phone, his thumb hovered over the call button. You’d pick up, he knew that you would, but he was scared of what you’d say to him. He knew what he’d say to himself if he had been on the receiving end of his own words this morning. You had simply asked where he was going, and there was nothing wrong with that, he knew that. He would have felt the same sense of fear that you clearly felt if the roles were reversed. He was stressed, but that was no excuse for treating you that way, for acting the way he did. 
“Guys… can you… can you be quiet for a moment?” He called out to the rest of his members that were foolishly goofing off behind him, not a care in the world, and while their voices softened just a bit, their antics continued. He’d never be able to talk to you, not like this, at least he wouldn’t be able to be relaxed during the conversation. He needed to apologize to you, and while a face to face apology would be better, a phone call was all that he was able to give you right now, and for that, he felt even worse. 
His thumb pressed against the green button and he quickly brought the phone up to his ear, awaiting and expecting to hear your voice after the first ring. But the first ring came and went, leading into the second, and then the third, and it was so rare for such a thing to happen that he assumed he had just dialed the wrong number. 
Now, something like that wasn’t likely to happen, not with him. Your number had been etched into his mind since the day he had gotten it from you, the dialing of the digits a muscle memory now. He had to find a reason for the lack of an answer though, and the only reason he could come up with was that maybe his finger had slipped, it had slipped just enough to press a wrong number, and that’s why your voice hadn’t come through his speaker to reassure him and calm his nerves. 
He pressed out the numbers once more, slowly this time, focusing on his screen and reading back the digits at the top once they were all there just to make sure he was right this time around. “Come on…” He mumbled to himself as he heard the first ring sound out, fading off into silence just to be followed by the second ring. This never happened, you never ignored him, you always had your phone close enough to you to hear the special ringtone that you had given to just him. This had to mean that something was wrong, something happened, and his own stomach sank at the possibility, all of the things that could have happened. “I have to go guys.” He said, his words short as he walked right past them, not even bothering to give them an explanation as they all tried to follow behind him. He didn’t have time for explanations right now, but once he was sure that you were okay he’d tell them what had happened. You were his top priority right now, you were top priority always, no matter where he was or what he was doing, you were always number 1 in his mind. 
His phone sat in the center console of the car as he started the drive back home, his eyes glancing down at it every couple seconds just to check if you were calling him back or if you had texted him to let him know that you had just been busy in the shower or something. Anything, he would have taken anything over the silence that he was receiving right now, and the longer it lasted the more worried he got. The little argument that the two of you had earlier that morning seemed like nothing to him, it didn’t even cross his mind that you’d be upset about it because he just assumed that you would know that he meant none of the words that came out of his mouth. There was just so much going on, the words were meaningless, and at the end of the day, he absolutely adored you, he loves you, you knew that. 
The set for the music video was 2 hours away, and that was if there was no traffic at all, but of course, he had the luck of running into rush hour, and he had been stopped at every single red light, turning what would have been a 2 hour car ride into almost 4 hours and in that duration of time he had heard nothing from you, he hadn’t heard from you at all and by the time he pulled up to the apartment he was on the verge of having a full fledged panic attack. 
His keys were almost left in the ignition of the car in his rush to get inside, and the only reason he remembered to grab them was because he needed to unlock the front door to get to you. No matter how fast he tried to move, it felt like his feet wouldn’t carry him any faster than the speed of a snail, and maybe it was some kind of internal hesitation, a fear that what would be on the other side of the door once he opened it, or better you, what might not be there. 
“Y/N!” He called out your name, practically screaming it as he pushed the door open, the sound of the doorknob slamming against the wall breaking the silence of the shared home. As he looked around, everything seemed far too still, as if nothing had been touched, no one had moved inside these four walls for hours, and his breaths became faster as he stepped further into the apartment. It was quiet, too quiet, and he could only describe what he felt right now as being at the top of a 20 story building and standing on the edge looking straight down. 
It was like he was frozen in the center of the room now, trying to find any sign of life, any sign of you being there, and he thought, maybe if he looked around enough, maybe if he did a couple double takes something would come up, but all he was met with was nothing. There was no heat that clung to the LCD screen of the television after having been on for a little bit too long. There was no scent of laundry detergent in the air that would alert him that you had clothes going. The hum of the dishwasher wasn’t heard as it usually would be when he came home, and there was no sound of water running through pipes that would indicate you were in the shower. Everything about the house right now felt empty. 
Why did an empty house feel so claustrophobic? The walls were closing in on him, he couldn’t breathe and all he wanted was to push them back, and the only thing that would allow him to take a deep breath was finally seeing you. Where were you? If you had only gone out for groceries, the house wouldn’t feel like this. There was some sort of resting stillness, a sense of finality in the emptiness, it felt like it would be like this forever, and he didn’t understand why. 
He hadn’t stepped any further into the home, dread filling every bone and taking over every fiber of his being at the mere thought of taking another step. Was it a good thing that he hadn’t? The doorknob jiggled and the sound of keys rattling on the other side had his head whipping around to see you walking in. “Minho…” You whispered his name, freezing in the doorframe. Your arms and your hands were empty, you hadn’t gone grocery shopping… So where have you been? “I didn’t think you’d be here. I’m sorry…” Why were you apologizing? “I just forgot a few things… I’ll be out soon.” Your tone was hushed as you made a move to step past him, but his arm instinctively reached out to grab you, to feel your skin against the palm of his hands, to stop you from walking away from him. 
“What do you mean you’ll be out soon? Where are you going?” His tone was hushed as he looked at you, but you didn’t even meet his eyes, staring down at the floor as if you didn’t want to see him. “You didn’t answer your phone, you didn’t text me… What’s going on? Is something wrong, did something happen?” There was a soft sound that came through your lips, and it sounded like a scoff, but he couldn’t be quite sure. You were acting so distant, it scared him, you had never been like this before. 
“I was just trying to give you what you needed…” You mumbled, and he could hear it in your voice, in your tone, in every syllable of every word that he couldn’t seem to understand the meaning of. You had been crying, you were devastated, and the only thing that he could manage to get out of the vague sentence was that it had been his fault. 
You tried to pull away from him, but he didn’t want to let you go, he couldn’t, not until he knew that things were okay. If he let go now, he was scared that you’d walk away from him, walk out on him, and he knew that his heart wouldn’t be able to handle that. “What do you mean…? I need you. I don’t know where this is coming from, love… I just… I know that we had that little spat this morning but… It was nothing.” 
At his words, your eyes finally lifted from the floor, the whites of them reddened and the skin underneath puffy and raw. “It was… nothing?” You repeated his words questioningly, and although you weren’t looking directly at him, he could see your eyes waver as you looked around the room. “Was it nothing because… you didn’t get hurt? Because you got to walk out after completely breaking me down and making me feel like shit? You make me feel like my love isn’t good enough, or that it’s way too much… And then you get to just come back in here and say that it was nothing?” 
Clearly what he had thought to be a little spat had been so much more to you, and while the both of you usually didn’t like to dwell on arguments, this one had stuck with you, it had bothered you enough to the point that you were seemingly on the verge of walking out, of leaving him. “I-...” Where was he going to go with that sentence? He didn’t even know, but he was so scared, so so scared that you’d try to pull away again, that it would be the last time you’d ever pull away from him. “I was stressed… I didn’t mean any of that, you know I didn’t… You don’t really think that I think of you like that, do you?” 
But surely you did… Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be acting this way… You wouldn’t be so upset… “You’re the only one who gets stressed… Sure, we’ll go with that.” You mumbled, letting your arm drop limply, aware now that he wasn’t going to let go of you, not that easily at least. “You said you wanted space, and that’s what I’m giving you. If you’re so stressed… If that’s what made you say that, then I don’t want to be around you anyway.” 
What was he supposed to even say now? You were using his words against him, words that he had tried all morning to forget that he had said, but you didn’t forget, you never did. His eyes squeezed shut as if the answers to his question would appear on the insides of his eyelids, but all he saw was darkness, which was exactly what his life would be without you in it if he didn’t fix things. “I’m not… I don’t want space. I want you here with me, I want you to cling to me, I need it.” He was breathless, his breaths coming heavily as if he had just ran a marathon, and he was surely sweating as though he had as well. There was nothing more stressful than what he was going through right now. 
“Why? So you can go right back out the door again and leave me here feeling more confused than I was this morning?” You shook your head, but he mirrored the action only double the speed as his eyes went wide, pulling you closer to him until your chest was pressed against his, and his forehead resting against yours. “Minho…” You gasped out his name in one short breath, all others that were supposed to follow were held in your lungs. 
“If I walk out that door again… I don’t want to do it alone. I want you right beside me, love.” He quickly spoke, feeling as though time were slipping from his hands the longer he made you wait, he needed to speak fast, he needed to get all of his feelings out so that you knew he was being serious. “I want you to come with me to the shoot, I want you to be there to watch us film, I want to feel your eyes on me the entire time.” 
You gnawed on your bottom lip, your eyes staring down at the faded pattern of his t-shirt that had been through the wash way too many times. “What if I don’t want to…? What if I need space?” You quizzed and his heart felt constricted, his breaths sharper now as he thought and assumed a deeper meaning to your words. Why would you say that? Did you just want space so that he could come back home and you not be there? What was the reason behind it? 
“No.” He said flatly, causing your head to pull back so you could look up at him with narrowed eyes. He didn’t mean to sound so short with you, but it was the only word he could think to say when everything felt like it was being stacked against him. “Please… I’m sorry…” He wasn’t the type of person that wore his heart on his sleeve, not at all, and his emotions were usually bottled up quite well, but right now it felt like the bottle had been shaken and it was bubbling over, making a mess of the table and the floors. “If you… If you need space, fine… But come with me. You can have space… I just don’t want to leave you, I don’t want to be away from you. Please…” 
Begging definitely wasn’t his thing, but he’d be damned if he lost you because his pride was too high. He was willing to do anything to make things right, especially since it had been his words that had messed things up in the first place. He had made the mess and it was his job to clean it up. “You’re so confusing, Minho…” You sighed, letting your head drop back down against his chest as his hand came up to pet through your hair. 
“I know, I’m gonna work on that, I promise.” His chest vibrated, but what you assumed to be laughter that you weakly chuckled along with were the stuttered breaths that he had been holding for so long it felt like his lungs would burst. “I love you, and I need you, I’ll always feel that way. If I ever say anything stupid like that again just… call me an idiot and throw a pillow at me or something. I don’t ever want you to feel like your love is too much… I need it. I’ll die without it.” 
You scoffed as you lightly pushed him back, crinkling your nose at him. “You’re so dramatic. You’ve been hanging with Hyunjin a little too much, haven’t you?” You teased, but he couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed with the comment, he was just happy to see you playing around, to see your smile again, to know that you weren’t going to leave him. 
The two of you belonged together, he felt it in his bones, in his heart and in his soul. There was no one else in this world that he’d rather be with, and if it wasn’t you, he wouldn’t settle for anyone else. He needed you, that much was the honest truth, and while he wouldn’t actually die without you, he’d be much better off that way if he didn’t have you. You were his, and sure, you were attached to him, but he was attached to you, and that’s simply because he wouldn’t be himself without you, and you wouldn’t be you without him. You were each others better halves, and that’s how it always was, how it always will be.
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sabokunsmalia · 5 months
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anon's request: Hiii. I feel like w the amount of times I drop I should sign off w an emoji lololl. But anyway I wanted to drop in and say that I hope you’re having a good week and leave a lil request for you. If you could write a fluff w ace or sabo where like they wake up early in the morning and are looking at the reader and reminiscing about their relationship. It kinda hits them that they’re in love and wouldn’t change a thing. Again hope you’re having a good day/week 🤗 hi it's malia: i couldn't decide, both are heavily underrated so doing both was the best decision. i even added luffy because this felt like a beautiful asl brother thing to do, lol. please, take yourself an emoji of the endless list, i would be pretty happy and probably crying happy tears if you were my very first anon. ♥
featuring: flame emperor sabo, portgas d. ace, monkey d. luffy
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ʚ flame emperor sabo ɞ
↷ the bright rays of the golden sun forced sabo to wake up from his slumber, totally against his will. he just came back from a three-week mission yesterday, and couldn't wait to spend at least two days by your side without interference. his soft fingertips, protected from the roughness of his mission by the thick leather gloves, caressed the skin along your spine. you were still heavily asleep, face pressed against his naked chest, your warm breath fanning across his skin. you looked beautiful, so peaceful, so different from what kind of moments and things sabo has seen in the past weeks. or better, his entire life since dragon pulled him out of the water. sabo wanted to become the perfect chief of staff, training and working harder than anybody else to keep his position, to make his savior proud. hell, most of his actions were way too risky to be acceptable. but the nobleborn man did not care about his own life as long as the revolutionary army could change the slightest thing in the world, he would be satisfied. until you popped up, your presence stepped in his sight and scolded him for being so careless about his own life.
↷ that night, sabo had to ask you out on a date. he didn’t have much time but he would definitely give you the couple of hours he had off. the sun rays cascaded hues of gold across your unblemished skin the day he took you to a fancy restaurant — confronted with the same image right now, sabo could not stop the trail of memories embedded in his mind. you infiltrated any given space, intoxicated him, and lured him into a paradise. like a siren but with love and a happy ending to it. your body jerked away from his touch ever so slightly when his fingertips grazed over and around your hipbone. a silenced chuckle left his mouth, remembering exactly the night you slept in his room and bed for the first time. oh, your trembling body made it difficult to cuddle properly, the sudden waves of anxiety always pulling you away from sabo's touch and warmth. the little things, he remembered so clearly as if they happened yesterday. the amount of times, he wanted to confess his love but couldn't find the courage to speak his mind. it happened way too often, the small glances you shared across the room, the several ways koala tried to set you two up. god, the poor girl was completely exhausted from dealing with the shyness of two people when it came to adoring someone.
↷ sabo had the slight hope of finding a lover on an island far away. he would not be able to spend much time with them, but it would be worth it to know they are safe. the world nobles and the marine's were a strong enemy, attempting to find the revolutionary army and stop their movement. but when the chief of staff's eyes landed on you, he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster, his head from imagining having you by his side and certainly not himself from falling in love with you utterly fast. his eyes anchored on your sweet face, so calm and relaxed while sleeping, as the memories of the past weeks and months sprawled out in the back of his head. pictures of moments, he would never forget, or dare himself to change. your story together was perfect, and while it was dangerous to share romantic feelings with someone in the same position, sabo would never change the slightest thing.
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ʚ monkey d. luffy ɞ
↷ as the captain of a wanted pirate crew, luffy had very few moments to rest and calm down from the constant fights. but when he got the chance to stay in bed longer than usual, the straw hat had his arms wrapped up tightly around your body. you sprawled out on top of him, one leg on each side. cheek pressed against his toned, naked chest while inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. you always begged him to calm down once in a while, and rest from the fighting and the punches, but luffy was very bad at listening. for almost two years, you asked and he denied it with a chuckle and no words. one of his hands reached up, the calloused fingertips which became rougher over the course of time brushed the thin strands of hair out of your face. the corners of your mouth lifted slightly, almost invisible, as you exhaled a deep breath. even in your sleep, you bathed in the softness of luffy's touch. certain little things, luffy picked up over the course of your relationship.
↷ no one around luffy thought he was capable of feeling love for anything else than his occupancy as a pirate. but when the straw hats visited your island, and luffy shared a look with you, it was certain that the boy fell head over heels for your precious self. throughout the events of the past months, you gave luffy enough strength to fight further and stronger. even after losing ace, you were his glimpse of hope. a smile crept its way onto luffy's mouth, remembering the nights, you stayed on deck with him. falling asleep in his arms while watching the wide ocean sway around the thousand sunny. the days, you brought him food when he didn't join the crew for dinner. something which didn't happen before, he would never let a meal get wasted. memories, he carried with him like pictures on a wall. framed with golden ornaments and attached to his heart. moments, luffy used as a reminder to always keep fighting, to stay strong in the worst fights.
↷ his dilated pupils were locked on your statue on him, so small, so beautiful and so admirable. his slender and warm fingers combed through the mess of hair, adoring the way you made him feel safe between the enemies that wanted his head. luffy could agree to many alliances, could laugh at way too many people, yet, most of them wanted to murder the straw hat behind his back. the million little things you've done for him, no matter if the days were good or bad, they pulled luffy deeper into your spell. he fell harder for you with each given day, and while becoming the king of the pirates was his priority task, you quickly changed the placement. the straw hat did not except to experiment love on his journey to the one piece, and yet, luffy would not trade this life for anything else, he would never change any step of your love story and relationship together.
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ʚ portgas d. ace ɞ
↷ there was not one calm night on the moby dick since the commanders gathered for an arranged party. music boomed across the deck of the main ship, and spread across the vast ocean. colorful lights, red and blue cascaded through the darkness and announced the ship to any other pirate crews or marine admirals. those feasts were ace's greatest pleasure. he loved drinking booze and eating meals until passing out. but those past days, it was somehow different. seated in the corner, the glass tightly in one of his hands, ace watched his friends and family interact with you. dancing around with marco, and having long conversations with pops or thatch. the night was a long one again, the third in a row and it was no surprise the next morning when you were still asleep. cuddled up in ace's arms while pressing your back further against his naked chest. warmth spread underneath the thick blanket but also from ace's logia devil fruit powers. a walking heater, who watched closely how your chest rose while you inhaled and exhaled.
↷ the second division commander felt the tingling in his right arm, knowing that a couple more minutes could increase the slight pain. but he wouldn't dare himself to wake you up from a much-needed nap. after dancing way too many hours with marco, and even being forced to dance another round with ace by your side, your legs were hurting badly. his unoccupied hand wandered from your hipbone towards your thick thigh. smirking to himself as you carefully pushed yourself further against his body, ace massaged your unblemished and soft skin. he didn't think about taking advantage or doing anything sexual, the shaggy black-haired decided to give you something back. he remembered clearly how many times you decided to massage his tense shoulders and back when he returned from another long mission. standing on the small boat which only worked with his particular devil fruit powers didn't allow him much of a comfortable position. days passed, sometimes even weeks or months while you waited for him and hoped for ace to return well.
↷ over the months of dating, ace reminded himself of the small things you have done for him. it always kept him alive and awake when needed, knowing that returning to you was his greatest desire. he wouldn't want to see your soft face stained by the tears from your eyes. this time, he promised to stay longer by your side, to decline leaving the ship so easily and quickly. his rough fingertips caressed along the skin of your thigh while his eyes drifted over the small statues on the shelf close to the bed. little gifts that ace brought along when he was on a mission far away. you occupied his mind, kept him awake and forced his nightly dreams to enter his days. being in a relationship as a pirate always caused problems, fearing for the well-being of you more than his own. and yet, ace wouldn't change a fact, wouldn't change any steps of the past that you shared together. each return to the moby dick came with new shivers, heavy goosebumps and a quick heartbeat. feelings, ace only got when your face popped into his mind, when you occupied his head.
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ventismacchiato · 8 months
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42 behind the lens — curtain call !
epilogue
scaramouche x gender neutral reader
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It’s at the times between recording scenes where you really get a glimpse at your lover.
His sweat stained hair and tear stained cheeks from a rather intense scene never get old. You were feeling rather fond as he made his way over to you, falling into your director’s chair and heaving a heavy breath. The only one other than you allowed to sit in it.
For a mere moment, you both simply look at each other. You guys were on break so a few conversation topics come to mind, it wasn’t often you guys got to speak as lovers rather than coworkers during work. And while they’re all things you’d like to talk to Scaramouche about, you realize you don’t need to force conversation with him.
There’s a hue of weariness that shows in Scara’s eyes, but you can tell that he’s happy. He’s doing what he’s been striving to do for all his years at university, so of course he is.
You search his dark eyes for his thoughts, too. When your eyes meet Scara’s he let’s out a tired smile.
“I missed you,” he easily says. The words come out easier than they would’ve years ago.
Your heart skips a beat, even years later.
“How? We’ve been working together all day,” you say.
“Do I need a reason to miss the person I love?” Scara scoffs, looking away from you to study the script he brought with him.
It isn’t the first time Scaramouche had told you that he loves you, but it’s never stopped holding the same weight it did the first time he’d ever said it.
It’s a rare type of love. The kind that exists so rarely for people in this industry and that lead lives similar to your guys’.
His loves makes you feel alive everyday. And Scara should know it, you should tell him more often—even if it’s rather dramatic for midday on set for their most recent project. It’s something you’d bring up at night that you two could laugh about in bed. Even if it catches Scara off guard.
But Scaramouche’s love caught you off guard, too, and every second you got the privilege to spend with him was a gift.
And as you stare at him, fiddling with the sleeves of his costume and eyebrows scrunched as he mouths his lines, you couldn’t help but feel your heart grow heavy.
“I suppose you don’t,” you reply, a minute too late, but Scara still chuckles at your response as he tosses the script aside.
“What? You’re not going to say it back?” he teases, “And I thought I was the emotionally constipated one.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, hitting him on the shoulder, “I love you, too. I guess.”
“Archons, you’re worse than me.”
“No, you were much worse when we were younger!”
“It was hot and mysterious when I did it.”
“Uh huh, just go back to set I’m sick of you.”
“Weird way to say you agree but okay.”
“Go!”
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୨⎯ THE END ⎯୧
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behind the lens !
masterlist — prev
author’s notes — and that’s a wrap folks! hope the ending wasn’t awkward i just wanted it to be short and sweet. anyway, thank u to everyone who read and kept up with this fic, means a lot to me that this blew up as it was smth i wrote for myself. if ur rereading this or are a reader in the future ty to you too! i appreciate the silent readers, anons, and ppl who left me sm cute comments and reblogs. u guys made writing it more fun and easier to ignore the not so nice ppl. i cant reply to everyone but just know i do read every ask and comment i get! i do hope to see u guys in my notifs in the future even if i don’t write for genshin anymore, but if not then i’m glad you gave my writing a chance <3 have a great day/night byebye
synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?
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lovingseventeen · 1 year
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could you do seventeen reacts to you wanting cuddles? if not everyone then at least hhu?
seventeen reacts to you wanting cuddles: hhu vers. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
a/n: ok i lied about getting my posts out faster BUT i do have a bunch of drafts going on i SWEAR. i think i’m probably continue this as a series for all the other members too don’t fret!. also literally read this ask wrong and accidentally wrote “seventeen wanting cuddles” so i’ll probably do the reverse of this also AA
to the anon who requested this i hope you liked it :)
vu vers. | pu vers.
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seungcheol:
◘ literally cannot contain the grin on his face
◘ “cheol come here” you told him, lifting your blanket as an offering
◘ he raises his eyebrows and is literally fighting every urge to immediately cozy up to you
◘ “is someone feeling needy today?” he grins, bending forward to almost level his face with yours
◘ whenever you see his face up close like this you can’t help but feel your stomach flutter with butterflies, but you also can’t let him get so smug (jokingly) so easily
◘ “i can survive without cuddling you, you know” you rolled your eyes, also fighting an urge to just pull him towards you
◘ though just as you were about to flip to face away from him, he’s yanking the blanket up and settling down next to you
◘ he pulls you closer by your waist until your bodies are flush together
◘ “maybe i like it when you’re a little needy” he murmurs into you, his breath tickling your neck
◘ “mmhm” but you turn back around to face him anyway because he’s still cute
wonwoo:
◘ he was playing some game on the tv but just seeing him in the comfiest clothes and glasses gave you an even stronger need to be close to him
◘ you sat on the couch near him, usually used to watching what he was up to
◘ you playfully tapped his leg with your foot, “is it something intense?”
◘ he glanced over to you for a moment before his eyes flickered back to the screen, “not really, why?”
◘ “can i uh, just hug you from behind?”
◘ the small upturn of the corner of his lips made you smile too as he nodded, reaching a hand over to your arm to pull you towards him
◘ “come here”
◘ so you moved to sit with legs on either side of him as you wrapped your arms around his middle, leaning your cheek on his shoulder
◘ frankly you were content with this, feeling his warmth against you while inhaling his comforting scent
◘ you closed your eyes while he hummed along to his game, but within minutes you could feel his hands gently pulling at yours as he shifted so the two of you could lay down instead (he wanted to hold you too) :’)
mingyu:
◘ you literally do not have to ask him twice
◘ i just feel like mingyu would drop maybe 95% of things he could be in the middle of doing just to hold you
◘ already knows what you want just from a simple “gyu..” and a tug on his arm
◘ never teases you for wanting cuddles, if anything this man would indulge you as much as he can
◘ one day he’s going over some emails, maybe reviewing upcoming schedules when you come up behind him to rest your chin on his shoulder and wrap your arms around him
◘ before you can say anything he’s already telling you, “just a minute baby and i’m all yours”
◘ “wait if it’s something important though-” you began, just noticing that he had his email open and knowing he tended to be busy
◘ “it’s okay” he assures you, turning to place a soft kiss on your jaw
◘ as soon as he’s closing his laptop, he takes your hand and pulls you to your room, engulfing you in his broad build, even going so far as to wrap a leg around you
◘ it feels like he’s surrounding you but you’ve really just achieved your goal
◘ you wanted cuddles? damn right he’ll give them to you 😤💗
vernon:
◘ loves it actually, even if his eagerness for cuddles isn’t so obvious
◘ it happens as the two of you are binging your current chosen show and you find yourself shifting from sitting upright to laying on your side
◘ he’s still sitting upright, as he was quite invested in your show. his head turns at the sound of your voice
◘ “can you..?” you begin, motioning for him to lay down with you
◘ “of course” he chuckles, already making his way to hold you from behind
◘ when would he ever deny you?
◘ you snuggle into him as he wraps an arm around your waist, taking its usual a spot in your cuddle sessions
◘ it’s always comforting with vernon and neither of you would have it any other way
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rapz-rites · 9 months
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Oh Baby
Damian Wayne x Reader established relationship
Jon Kent x Reader (Platonic)
You’re not telling Damian something, and he thinks it’s that you're cheating
A/N: A lovely anon requested this. I hope you like it and feel free to send more requests or even message me.
Word Count: 2k+
Warnings: misunderstandings, pregnancy, secrets 
You and Damian met sophomore year at Gotham Academy. You were in most of his classes. But he never truly paid any mind to you until your government class. It was a small class of 15 students. 
Your government teacher was holding a class mock debate. 3 students would ask questions as there were 3 topics of discussion. The rest of the students would pair off into 2s and prepare on all the 3 topics as it would be random and no one would know which topic they might get. 
“The three topics of debate will be abortion, racial discrimination, and immigration. And the 3 question leads will be Marcus, Catelyn, and Luca. Everyone else, pair up.”
Girls immediately started surrounding Damian and the boys with you. Damian saw how uncomfortable you were with the boys' awful advances at you. He continued to ignore the girls and walked to you. 
“You can leave. I’m partnered with Y/N.”
Everyone was confused. Even the teacher. Damian never willingly chose to work with anyone. But you decided to take advantage of the opportunity before it went away. 
“Yup. It’s true. So all can go now.” With that, you waved them off and Damian took a seat next to you. 
Everyone else paired off and the teacher started talking. She explained the instructions for the debate and the rubric as it would be graded. 
“There are 15 minutes left of class. You have this time to yourselves, use it wisely.”
You turned to Damian.
“When do you want to start working on the project? I'm available after school today to work in the library.”
“I can't today. I am tomorrow though. Let's exchange numbers.”
And that's how it started. The next day, you and Damian started going to the library after school and texted about the assignment. Even after the in class debate you two would talk. 
Damian found you more tolerable than the rest of the kids at Gotham, and much smarter. He started hanging out with you more and more. In and out of school, obviously without his brothers knowing. 
Eventually, he asked you out, you said yes, and both of you started dating. It’s been over 2 years since. You both have a lot into the relationship. You and Damian opened up to each other. He gave you his trust, which is difficult for him, and you gave him your virginity. 
Though Damian wasn’t your first boyfriend or kiss, he was your first time. And you were happy about it. Even though it was a bit awkward, especially at the beginning, he made it special for you. He would ask if you were ok with something, how you felt, and he just took care of you. Something you never truly had with past boyfriends. 
“Oh my gosh!”
You and Damian only had sex 2 times, both in the past 6 months. Damian took care of you after and you peed.  You were both safe and used protection. That's why you couldn't understand the 3 positive pregnancy tests. 
“No. It can't be.”
You suddenly started crying, collapsing on the bathroom floor of your one-bedroom apartment. 
Since then you haven't been the same. After a few days of thinking, you decided that you would keep the baby. You lost your parents at 15, in an accident. They were wealthy. They had a mansion on the outskirts of Gotham, just like all the other socialites, and a condo near your school. In their passing your parents left everything in your name. You refused to go in the system. You were able to convince your old nanny to become your legal guardian, at least until you could get emancipated. You’ve always wanted a family anyways
You had to tell Damian. Your mind had been running through any possible reactions you'd get from Damian once you told him. Best case scenario he accepts it and decides to stay with you and be a father to the baby. Worst case, he leaves you and you have to raise the baby all by yourself. 
Damian noticed your odd behavior. You were secretive, jittery and would always make excuses not to hang out with him. 
“Sorry, I have a test coming up and need to study. I'll text you” you would say. But you never texted. 
“I'm volunteering this afternoon. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you.” You kissed him goodbye on his cheek and walked away
You did the same to your friends. He didn't understand why. Did he do something wrong?
Keeping your pregnancy a secret was eating you alone. You had to tell someone. So you texted someone you could trust. 
You: Hey. Are you busy? I really need someone right now. 
Suddenly there was a gust of wind in your condo. Before you stood Jon Kent. Before you could even speak, that’s when he heard it. Not one, but 2 heart beats. Before you can even process him getting into your place, he hugs and spins you. 
“Oh my gosh! Congratulations!” He smiles from ear to ear. “Wait. I probably should be spinning you.”
Once he put you down he started looking around. Where’s Damian? How come he isn’t here telling me with you? That’s when you started to break down crying. 
“He doesn’t know. And I don’t know how to tell him.” You say hiccupping. Jon just comforted you until you stopped crying. You explained everything to him. 
“You have to tell him at some point. He probably thinks that you're avoiding him because he did something wrong. But I'm here for you.” You hugged him crying. 
“Sorry, it's the hormones.”
For the next 2 weeks, Jon comes to visit you whenever he gets the chance. No one knew.
Clark and Bruce had to collaborate on some League business. So, he and Jon would be staying in Gotham for a few days. 
Jon was heading out when he passed the kitchen 
“Hey Jon” said Dick. 
Damian was paying no mind to them. He was testing you, hoping he could see you today. 
D💚: Hello Beloved
Beloved💜: Hiii Dami
D💚: Are you available today?
Beloved💜: I’m sorry I can’t 😕
                     I promised Layla we could hang out today
                     We can hang out tomorrow tho
                     Pinkie Promise 🤞
D💚: Okay 🤞
         Have fun and be safe
Beloved💜: I will try
                    Won’t be much fun without you 😚
Once, at school you were texting Jon. You were stressing over telling Damian for the 4th time that day… It was only 11 am. And you were spamming him phone
Jon 🦸🏻: OMG
            We’re both at school go learn or something
            My parents are going on a date tonight so I’ll try to swing by
Y/N🤞🏾: ok ok
           See you tonight
“Hey Beloved. Who were you texting?” Damian came up to you. You quickly closed messages and put your phone in your pocket. 
“Hey Damian. It was Layla.” You responded hesitantly. “It’s nothing really but I have to go. I have to study before my test next period” You kissed him goodbye on his cheek and rushed off. 
He knew you weren’t texting Layla, he just saw her a few moments ago when he was looking for you. She told him that you were probably at your locker. Before he went to look for you she told him to tell you that her phone died last period. 
Why were you lying and hiding stuff from him? Damian didn’t want to think it, but were you cheating on him?
Damian looked up from his phone to notice Jon wasn’t there anymore. 
“Where did Jon go?” Damian asked. 
“He said he was going to meet up with ‘a friend’, but it’s obvious he’s meeting with a girl/boy the way he was nervous.” Dick responded
“We should follow him,” Jason spoke up. Damian didn’t know why he was here. Jason wasn’t too fond of staying at the manor. Usually, he would do whatever business he had, get food from Alfred then leave. 
“Sure. Why not” said Tim. Damian forgot he was here. But they all agreed. 
You hated lying to Damian. You decided that when you were going to see him tomorrow, you were going to tell him the truth, everything. You were meeting with Jon to get everything ready to tell Damian everything tomorrow.
Incoming Call: Jon 🦸🏻
You immediately picked up. You were sitting in a booth at yours and damian fav coffee shop. Damian thought that they had these great muffins that tasted even better the day after, so you were going to get him some.
You told Layla about your pregnancy after you told Jon. She was very upset with you. That you didn’t tell her first. 
“I can’t believe it. I mean I can because between both of us, you would have kids and I would be the hot, rich aunt that they love.”
You laughed at her little rant on how your kid would call her “Auntie Lay” and she would bring gifts every time she saw them. How she would have a room for them to crash at her place for when they're a teen and they get mad at you, or they just want to spend time with their auntie. 
“Thank you,” you said as you got up and hugged her “for being here for me. I don't know what I would do without you and Jon”
You were so glad that you had Jon and Layla. 
Jon was walking up to the coffee shop when he saw your call.
“Hey Jon. Layla and I are at the shop, where are you?”
“I’m across the street I’m heading in now.”
Jon didn’t realize the boys were following him. They were confused as to why Jon was at this coffee shop. He had never been there before. 
The boys watched Jon walk in and waited. Eventually, he would come out with whoever he's been secretly meeting up with for weeks. 
Being the type they are, they didn't notice Layla coming out of the shop and getting into her car. She was waiting for you and Jon to go back to your place. 
“He's coming out now,” Dick said excitedly. They all froze in anticipation. What they didn’t expect was to see you walking out after him. 
Damian's heart was breaking. You were secretly meeting up with Jon and cheating on him behind his back. How could you? He kept watch in hopes he was wrong. 
You walked out with a light brown paper bag in hand. You were struggling to seal it without dropping it. That’s when Jon took it from you and sealed it himself. They didn’t have audio but they had visuals. They could say thank you to him.
“Thank you my hero,” you said with a small giggle. Suddenly your face was serious. 
“What if- What if even if Damian accepts this, he won’t regret it later? He won’t think we ruined his life?” 
You started tearing up. From the angle the boys were at they couldn’t see your face. Jon hugged you. 
“Shhh it’s going to be fine.”
“What if he thinks I’m trying to baby trap him and he'll end up hating me?”
You were about to cry when Jon took your face into his hands. You were like the sister he never had. He hated to see you cry. 
“Listen to me. Damian could never hate you. He loves you.”
You nodded and hugged him again. That’s when Damian’s heart truly shattered. 
“I can’t read lips that well but I saw something along the lines of ‘I love you’” Dick said. Damian took off is “disguise”, it was just a hat and sunglasses.
“So she's cheating on me?” Anyone could hear the pain in his voice, even Jon did. 
Jon suddenly let go of you, and turned to look at Damian. He could see the pain written all over his face. Even though mind reading wasn’t a Kryptonian power, he knew what he was thinking: that you were cheating on him with him. 
You were confused. You moved over to see what Jon was looking at. That's when you saw Damian with his brothers. Now he was looking at you.
“Oh no.”
Part 2
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sweethoneycn · 1 year
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Frenemies
Neteyam x avatar reader based off of this request
⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️
Word count: 4.3k
Plot: from enemies to friends back to enemies. Reader is beside herself when it comes to neteyam. He was annoying and arrogant and she couldn’t stand him. But she also can’t keep her eyes off of him and her dirty thoughts at bay. But just what would he do to help her?
Warnings: P in v, p eating, dom neteyam, cream pie, soft sex, teasing, breast play,
Writers comments: This is probably my favorite fic that I wrote now. I hope anon who requested likes it. I somehow managed to finish this after you asked when it was going to be done. Anyways.. enjoy!
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“Can I have this?” Neteyam asks, holding up your hair tie. He was constantly bothering you, in your hut for no reason at all but to mess with you. Somehow your ‘uninviting’ demeanor pegged you to be inviting, to which you didn’t understand at all. Because one way or another he was weaseling his way into your home whenever he had the chance.
“Dude.. no, not only did you take my last one and broke it. But Tuk made that for me” you walk over to where he’s sitting and rip it out of his hand. He rolled his eyes at you, turning his attention to the mound of jewelry you had on your nightstand. “Can you like.. get out? Why are you even here?” you ask. Taking your things from his fingers one by one, placing them back in their designated spots.
“You act like you’re soo busy, but the truth is you have nothing to do.. literally ever” he scoffs. Standing to his feet.
You and neteyam had a ‘strange’ relationship. You were close like siblings and fought like one too. There were times where you’d kill for each other, or kill one another. There was no true dynamic to the terms of your relationship - but most of the time you truly couldn’t stand each other.
“First of all.. screw you. Second of all, get out” you pointed your finger in the direction of the door. Your lips squeezed flat together as you snarled at him. Neteyam rolled his eyes once more, making his way to the entrance before turning sharply on his heels to face you.
“You know.. if you weren't bitchy all the time, maybe someone would actually want to be around you for once” he turns on his heels once more, stalking out your door, the movement of his body swaying his hair back and forth. “Ouch” you say, pretending to be upset. The truth is, you enjoyed your space and couldn’t give two fucks if anyone wanted to ‘be around you’. Everything was quite bothersome to you, including neteyam.
He was all, sweet and loving to everyone around the clan. The ‘perfect soldier’ but when it came to you he was a complete dick. Your mother used to say he was so mean to you because he had a crush on you. Even a blind person could see that that wasn’t the case. Most of the time you two went at each other's throats, never seeing eye to eye on anything. It was exhausting to be a part of his life. There was no middle ground with him.
Your day started like any other, waking early for drills. Running orders for Jake and keeping patrol along the perimeter of the village. Unlike most females your age, becoming healers, weavers and carvers. You were different. You wanted to be a warrior. Mostly because you were strong willed and stubborn - and had no patience to sit at home. And also because you needed to prove to neteyam that he wasn’t the best fighter in the clan.
Day in and day out you worked hard. Training under Jake, even learning how to use a gun. It became a shock to the clan that you were one from being his second in command. Right behind neteyam. The thought that he one upped you constantly boiled your blood. So you had to work exceptionally hard to get past him.
“When you throw a punch you need to swing your shoulder into it. That way when you connect, you’re using your entire body strength. Not just your arm.” You demonstrate a punch that would be best in combat, using your partner to show the young warriors how it’s done. You didn’t realize that you had eyes on you in the middle of your class. “Size ‘em up. Watch their feet” you say. Planting your feet firm on the ground and bringing your fists to your face.
You nod your head at your partner, signaling them to throw the first punch. Their fist came right at your face, dodging it, ducking to the left as you threw a left hook into your opponent’s waist. Using all aspects of your body weight for the punch, knocking the wind out of his chest.
“Whoa..” your class said in unison. Admiring how cool you looked. You stood up straight, dropping your hands to your sides. Smiling at how cute the young ones were.
Your happiness was soon interrupted, from a distance you could hear a slow clap coming from behind the tree. You and your class turned your attention to who was making the sound. Neteyam comes out, walking over to your class. Clapping his hands one last time before turning his attention to the young warriors.
“Excellent form, great posture. There’s only one thing you missed, and it’s crucial.” He says. He sized you up, walking around you in a circle. Nothing about neteyam made you nervous, but he was intimidating. Nonetheless you never let him see through you. “This is my class, now if you don’t mind-“ you were cut off by him gathering himself in a fighting stance. Preparing to demonstrate the most crucial thing he says you didn’t show.
Taking it as a challenge you back up. Tilting your head to the side, lifting your fists up to your face. Your right foot planted behind you and the other in front. “Alright, come at me teach” neteyam says. There was something about the look in his eyes that made you uncomfortable, usually you got the eye roll. Or him sucking his teeth. But the way his eyes hung low almost like a siren, eyeing you up and down. Keeping watch of your feet makes you… nervous.
Leaning forward you buck at him. In an attempt to throw his attention off. But he didn’t move, never flinched. Not once. Not taking another second you step close, taking the first punch. You were instantly humiliated when he dodged it, moving behind you quickly. The last thing you felt being his foot straight to your back - causing you to fall to the ground.
“Rule number 1, never.. take your eyes off your opponent” he reaches down to you, holding his hand out but you slapped it away. Standing to your feet as you wiped the dirt from your body. “You’ll be dead in a second” he says. Placing his hands on his hips as the class clapped for him, taking a bow of appreciation.
“Alright everyone, say thank you to Mr. Sully. He’s very busy and must go” you say. Patting him on the back, more firm than necessary. “Oh yeah? And what exactly am I busy with” teasing you, knowing that the longer he stayed. The more pissed you’d become. Practical neteyam behavior.
You sucked your teeth at him. Refraining from hissing. “I’ll tell Jake what I caught you doing the other night if you don’t get out of here” you whisper through clenched teeth. Flashing your class an awkward smile. Neteyams eyes widened. Immediate fear washing over his features at your words. “Okay class! Enjoy the rest of your training! But remember.. eyes on your opponent” He turns around, leaning his body into yours to whisper in your ear. “Watch it.. I know your dirty little secret”
The rest of your night was spent wondering about what neteyam said, his words rang through your head repeatedly. Bothering you to the core, what did he mean exactly that he knew your ‘dirty little secret’ you began to wonder just how ‘close’ the two of you were. Almost as if you had no privacy whatsoever.
You couldn’t lie to yourself though, something about him today made your belly flutter. Like the wings on a butterfly when they first hatch. The look he gave you just before you threw that first punch. It was hypnotizing, almost as if that’s what he meant to do. There was something in you that had these profound feelings for him, feelings that you denied constantly - and when he had you in moments like that it was impossible to ignore.
Wild thoughts began to cloud your mind, it wasn’t something you ever got used to dealing with. While working with norm in the lab a few years back, he had this thing that he would do. He would write down his deepest desires on a piece of paper, fold it up, set it on fire and throw it away. He said it worked when the thoughts bothered you, and you needed something to help clear your mind of it. Over time you found yourself doing this often. Almost as if your life was filled with nothing but strange desires that you prevented yourself from acting upon.
Scurrying to your desk you grab your notepad. Taking your pencil and scribbling everything you found about neteyam attractive and what you wanted to do to him specifically. His ears, his bold siren eyes, his cute little smile. As you wrote you scrunch your nose, shaking your head in an attempt to set your mind free - but you couldn’t help it. The way he looked when he stood in that fighting stance, the way his muscles rippled when he jumped out of your way. He was stunning.
You began to grow disgusted, embarrassed even, that you thought of him like this. It wasn’t even like it was a crush - it was instead some filthy desire that you wanted him to do whatever he wanted to your body. Your last thought set you over the edge, crumpling the piece of paper and throwing it across the room. It misses the trash can falling to the floor. The small mess of crumpled paper lying helplessly on the floor.
“Soo gross y/n snap out of it” you ruffle your hair and slump back onto your bed. Huffing out a big breath as you allow your eyes to flutter shut, ready to dream the day away. Then suddenly your tent flap opens, walking in a bored neteyam, ready to ruin your night even further.
“Hey bitchhh” he says with sass. His arms swaying back and forth as he stands in front of you. Your eyes remain shut, growing more irritated that he just barges in whenever he wants. “What if I was naked or something” you spat. Pulling yourself up, sitting crossed legged on your bed. Neteyam chuckles, walking circles around your room, examining its contents as if he’s never seen anything in here before. “Pshh that’d be a sight to see for sure”
He paces your room, clasping his hands behind his back. You roll over on your bed, turning your attention to your braids as you fondle them in your fingers. Choosing to ignore his presence like you usually do. As neteyams eyes scanned the room for no reason, his eyes fell on a small piece of paper that looked like you meant to throw it away. Bending down to pick it up, he looked back at you to make sure you didn’t notice him finding it. When he realized you weren’t paying attention he quickly and quietly unwrapped the paper, reading the words inside.
Neteyams first language may not have been English but he could read and speak it somewhat. The handwriting was awful, almost like cat scratch. He squinted his eyes, bringing the paper closer to his face as he tried to make out the writing written on it.
“Neteyamm.. l-likes and dis-likes?” He whispers, sounding out the words. He turned to you once more to find that you still weren’t paying attention.
“Likes..eyes.. smile.. m-muscles?” He chuckles to himself, ready to understand what it was that he was reading. Turning his body to you with his eyes still on the paper. “What is this? Sexyy.. c-cheekbone?” He mumbles the last word, unsure how to make up the last Na’vi translation. You turn to him, seeing him holding the same piece of paper that you wrote your deepest desires on. Instantly mortified to find that he was reading it. How did he understand it? You had no clue that he could read English so well.
“Give me that?” You jump to your feet, running to him attempting to grab the paper from his hands. He holds his arm high in the air, squinting once more to read some more. “To feel h-his rough h-hands on my thigh-ss?” He looks down at you. Completely understanding the words he just read. “Is this about me? You have a little freaky crush on me?” He teases. Caving in and handing you the paper. You grab it from him quickly, hiding it behind your back. Lowering your gaze from his, ashamed that you were just exposed.
“I-it’s not like that.. it’s..it’s” you struggle to find the words. Running your hand through your hair nervously as your eyes searched the room for answers. “Tell me what it is?” He says. Scanning your face for any semblance of an answer - but finding nothing. “It’s nothing..” you say. Turning your back to him. Biting your tongue from the word vomit that wanted to come up. Neteyam steps closer to you.
“I wanna know.. it can’t be that bad?” He inches closer to you. His eyes traveling up and down your body. Falling on the small of your back, where you had two cute tiny dimples. “Come on tell me.. I’m like your best friend.. well, sort of. I promise I won’t tell!” You grow agitated at his prying. You didn’t have to tell him the whole truth, just a smidge of the truth - right? “Fine!” You turn to him, realizing how close he was to you. His presence making you more nervous.
“I-it’s like a letter. About something that I really want. So I write it on a piece of paper.. in hopes it might.. come true” you stutter. Having difficulty finding the right words to say without completely giving yourself away. Although, you may have already done that. “Sooo, you want to feel my hands on your thighs?” He asks. A small smile creeping on his face as the words left his mouth. Your eyes widen, hearing the things you wrote rolling off his tongue - immediately nauseating you. “Forget it.. it’s dumb” you say. Turning your back to him once more.
“No! Wait..” he grabs your arm. Turning you back to him. “I wanna try” he says. Pulling you into him. Your belly flush with his, the feeling so foreign to you. “W-what?” You say, absolutely dumbfounded about what he just said. For a moment you weren’t sure if you were hearing him right.. or if your brian was telling you what you wanted to hear.
“I wanna try.. make those ‘desires’ come true for you” the word sounded unfamiliar when he said it. Almost as if he shouldn’t be saying it. But the sound of his voice made your center tingle. You step away from him, unsure how to go about things. Holding your hand up as you try to understand. “You’re saying.. you want to try those things?” You shake your head in disbelief, confused by the entire situation.
“I mean.. I’m willing. If you are” he says. Stepping closer to you. Closing the space you created. Your eyes watched his feet as he got closer, taking a step back every time he came forth. All the way until the back of your knees hit your bed, causing them to buckle. Sitting you down unwilling. You look up at him as he eyed you. That same familiar siren expression returning to his face. Neteyam chuckles, noticing how nervous you are. “Why are you so nervous? Leaning his face down to yours. You turn your face, trying to hide from him.
“B-because you’re making me nervous” moving a piece of hair from your face awkwardly, Neteyam grips your chin in between his fingers. Forcing you to look him in the eye. It wasn’t like you to be so shy. “Instead of.. writing on a piece of paper, why don’t you tell me what you want me to do to you” he whispers. Never moving his face from yours. Your heart stopped in your chest as if you were going into cardiac arrest. The heat between your legs traveled all the way up your spine, seconds from coming out of your mouth in loud hot moans. But you had to restrain yourself.
What was supposed to be words when you opened your mouth to respond. In fact turned out to be those moans you tried to hold back. Neteyam smiled, standing up straight before working his hands to untie his loincloth. Your eyes darted frantically, trying desperately to piece together what was happening right now. “What are you doing!?” You yelp, stopping his hands with yours, preventing him from going any further.
Neteyam put his hands over yours, manipulating your own fingers to work against the strings that held his cock prisoner. You wanted to protest but the way he forced your nimble fingers around the band of his waist, melted you. Finishing the last of the strings on your own. Moving your hands fluidly while keeping eye contact with him. “I want you to read from that piece of paper and tell me what you want” he says. Pulling his loincloth from his body. His hard veiny cock springing free from its shackles.
Your breath caught in your throat at the size of him. You had a good idea that he was well endowed - but you never thought in a million years that it'd be the size of your forearm. You looked on, almost mortified. Gulping down air as you swallow the lump that formed in your throat. Reaching down, Neteyam grabbed the piece of paper from your hands. Unfolding it and holding it in front of your face. “Read the first line” he demands. Placing the paper in between your fingers. You grabbed it hesitantly with shaking hands, struggling to make out the text you wrote.
“I-I want him.. to r-rub my thighs with his strong calloused h-hands” you stutter. Looking up at him. He leans down placing his hands on top of your thighs - he began to rub them up and down, biting his lip seductively as he felt your soft skin under his grip. You watched him stroke your supple skin, feeling every callous you fantasized about. Earning himself a soft moan. “Next line”
You hesitated once more, shifting under him. The paper shakes violently in your hold. “Neteyam we-“ you began. “Next…line” he says. Cutting you off. You gulp hard, looking back down at the wrinkled page. “I w-want his hands wrapped around my small waist..” you whisper. On command, his hands move up your thighs, gliding over your loincloth. The delicate beads and gems clacking as his fingers grazed them. Making his way slowly up your hips until his large hands wrap around your dainty waist. He held eye contact with you, his body leaning in closer to yours the farther his hands traveled. He delivered a light squeeze to your waist, gripping the sides of them.
“What next.. tell me” he whispers. Nodding his head in encouragement for you to continue. The heat began to well up inside you, melting under his touch and becoming more confident and comfortable. “I want him to play with my breasts..” neteyam hooked his fingers under your chest cloth, ripping the fabric to shreds from your body. Destroying any chance of you wearing it again. You yelped at the force of the strings slapping against your body, leaving tiny welts in its place. “I’m sorry baby” he says. Bringing his hands up to fondle your perky, larger than average breasts.
Taking your nipples in between his fingers, he twirls them gently. Tugging at the soft buds just enough to send a shock down your spine. Your eyes traveled down to watch him play, licking your lips as your pussy began to throb beneath you. Rubbing your thighs together to get more friction. “Tell me” he moans, feeling his own arousal pool in the pit of his stomach. His cock jumping as he played with your nipples. “I want him to suck them” you moan. Leaning back on your hands. Allowing him full access to you now.
Dipping his head down he takes one in his mouth with no delay. Sucking lightly, working his tongue around. Lapping up the bundle of flesh in his mouth. “Oh!” You moan. Throwing your head back with him latched to your chest. Neteyams free hand fell from your breast. Grabbing his cock in his hand as he delivered slow hard strokes to his length. Moaning against your skin while he pleased himself. “I want him to taste me!” you moan. This time he didn’t have to ask, didn’t have to demand that you read the next line. By this point you ditched the piece of paper. Reciting it with ease without it about what you wanted him to do to you.
Unlatching from your breast, he pushed you down by your shoulders. Hooking his fingers under your loincloth and wiggling it down your hips. You move your hips back forth in assistance, lifting your butt off the bed. Watching as your loincloth fell on the floor at your feet. Grabbing under your knees, Neteyam brings your legs up to your chest. Gripping the backs of your thighs to keep your legs taut to your chest. Your body falls back onto the plush cot, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your dripping heat just inches from neteyams face. Without warning he delivers a long swipe of his tongue, from your hole all the up to your clit, ending at the top with a flick of his tongue. “Mmm!”
His tongue moved in long sloppy circles. The sound of his spit and your juices filling the silence in the room around you. Neteyam ate like it was his last meal, moaning against your heat. Taking your sensitive bud in between his lips as he sucked the tiny bundle of nerves. Your hips began to buck into his face, forcing his head up and down as he attacked your slit. His strong hands still gripping behind your knees as he held your legs close to your chest. Your hands fell on top of your knees, pulling them back tighter to your chest. Just then his tongue moves down your hole, probing the entrance with his tongue as he worked it in and out. Coaxing the sloppiest noises from your pussy.
“Oh! I want him to fuck me!” You moan. Neteyam removes his mouth from your center, doing as he’s asked. He looks down at you with heavy eyes, wiping his mouth clean from your juices. Panting under him, he grips your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Before aligning his cock with your entrance. Poking your hole with the tip of his cock. “Who knew.. that you’d want me to do all these filthy things to you. Now say it again” he pushes his tip further into you, granting you no more until you were begging for it. You whimper under him, completely submitting to his advances. “Tell me” he demands. Removing himself from you entirely. “Ah! Fuck.. please, please I can’t take it anymore!” You moan.
“Come on princess, you can do better than that.. say it again” he pumps his member, awaiting your response. Rubbing your leg gently. “I want him to fuck me!” you shout, pushing your hips off the cot, desperately searching for his cock. “Atta girl” he moans. Pushing his cock into you inch by inch until his pelvis was flush with yours. “Yesss!”
He began to move his hips slowly, quickly getting lost in his own arousal as he felt you gripping his girth. Your pussy hugging and squeezing him just right. “Oh my god” he moans. Gripping your hips so hard he’d for sure leave bruises the next day. “Pussy so tight.. so fucking good” he moans. Picking up his pace as he snapped his hips into yours. His tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. The force of his thrusts made you bounce under him, your breasts bouncing with you. His eyes were fixed on the plump flesh, grabbing one in his hand - squeezing lightly.
Your moans were uncontrollable, completely losing yourself under him. Going dumb on his cock. Your belly began to tighten, your orgasm seconds away. All that sexual frustration coming forth as he drives into you. “Oh’ yes! Yes right there!” He angles his hips, finding the stop that sent you over the edge. Keeping a steady rhythm. “Yeah? Right there? Gonna make that pussy cum for me?” He moans. His head falling forward. His own orgasm peeking around the corner. “Gonna fill you up.. fill this pussy uuup!” His thrusts become erratic. The tightness of you forcing a quick orgasm out of him. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing until your orgasm crashed through you. “Oh teyam! Cumming!” You declare. Gripping the sheets below you.
Neteyam omitted low grunts and moans, squeezing his eyes tight as he felt your pussy contract around him. Pulling his orgasm from him. “Oh yeah… here I come” seconds after, shooting his load deep inside you. Painting your walls like a picture as you come down from your high. His chest heaving as he attempted to catch his own breath. His hips stuttered into you, pushing out the last of his seed as he orgasm slowly coursed through him. “F-fuckk” he moans. Feeling the last of himself empty inside you. “So fucking good”
He pulls out of you, grabbing a cloth from your nightstand. Gently cleaning your folds as you sat shy under him. A large smile formed against his lips as he watched you shudder with embarrassment.
“All you had to do was ask babe” he says. Leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
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got-ticket-to-ride · 4 months
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hi sorry but do you have any soft mclennon moments to share too :') the post you made about 22 seconds of longing hurt oh my god
Sorry for the delay in reply anon. I'm actually just a corporate collar acting my way as a temporary secretary every hard day's night, jobbing like a dog, 8 days a week in an English garden to afford a tan in the rain.
Hope this finds you well! Here are 22 McLennon moments as compensation for Johnny's 22 agonizing seconds in the pining video.
1.) "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" scene when they both looked at each other at the same time. And the director had to pan out the scene because it would've been too straight. I know dilated pupils when I see it.
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2.) Inviting your favorite boy to a solo trip to Spain but you stayed in Paris because it was so romantic, sharing a bed, picking out clothes for each other, slurping all the banana shakes, you know normal roommate things according to historians.
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3.) Getting a solo invitation from a hot photographer and bringing along your best boy because you are attached to the hip and can't be separated.
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4.) Their need to constantly touch each other
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5.) Scene in Help (1965), where John is using all his strength to carry George and Ringo's weight and not crush Paul (because boyfriend things)
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6.) Holding hands for mental support during a recording. (John is needy, please forgive him)
7.) Walking Martha like a couple in 1967 - outfits coordinated and all
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8.) Impressions by people who met them:
"[John and Paul] sort of had their own way of communicating. Hardly anything was spoken, they just knew what the other wanted or was getting at and they had the most amazing talent."
"He was like a different animal with Lennon. When they were together they became something else, more than just the two of them together. That communication was incredible. It was like two high-speed computers just fizzing between each other."
9.) John is hiding his cigarette behind him, because he doesn't want to bother Paul with the smoke. (You know, boyfriend things).
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10.) A portrait, king and princess up front. John's thigh just casually resting on Paul's (yet again).
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11.) The spider fingers during a press conference, because they are actually both 12
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12.) That very flirty jam session in Austria in 1965 that was cut short, but they probably continued after anyway
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13.) The way they talk about the day they met sounds like "how I met the love of my life" Happy Honeymoon <3
14.) Quote from Emerick
The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing.
15.) When they answer each other's songs
Paul in Can't Buy Me Love: "If it makes you feel alright?"
John: "I Feel Fine"
17.) “I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight’ was met with the reply, ‘Sod off, Lennon.’” — Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964
18.) Paul looking at John like he wants to eat him later after finishing with "I'm a Loser"
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19.) Giving instructions on how John's hair needs to "look"
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20.) Paul acting as John's walking stick
21.) Paul's heart eyes during this 1966 conference (also that lip bite... eat you later?):
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22.) John the worried boyfriend who checks on Paul in the middle of an interview and doesn't believe him when he just says : "oh, yeah..."
John internally: "come on now, why aren't you laughing at my joke babe? You're unwell!!!"
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The Bottles over and out.
Thank you for this ask. This was quite fun! Would love to hear your thoughts too <3
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months
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Hello! Your fics are perfect in every way, also you are my fav writer on tumblr! ❤️ I have a request of a Larissaxreader fic, where Larissa finds out that reader is doing sh and when she confronts reader they break down in her arms. Totally okay if you would like to change anything or if you are not comfortable writing this! Anyways, hope you have a good day <3
-🪷🌸anon
Everybody Needs Somebody ~Larissa Weems xFem Reader
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Hey hey hey anon! Thank you for the request. I can most definitely write this. Here’s a little angst and fluffy fic for Larissa!! Enjoy! 🤍💋
Mommy… Master List
Requests & Prompt-List
Warnings: TW/CW self harm-cutting, little angst, fluff too, comforting, crying, etc.
Enjoy (:
Larissa was making her way through the school courtyard, when you caught her eye. She smiled and was about to move on, when your sleeve rolled up a bit.
The woman’s eyes widened in horror as she saw cutting marks on your arm, and she immediately made her way over to you.
“Miss L/N, would you mind joining me in my office for a moment?” Larissa asked you.
You looked over to Larissa and nodded.
“Of course Principal Weems.”
You followed the Principal to her office where she took a seat and indicated for you to do the same.
“Thank you but I’d prefer to stand” you said with a light smile.
Larissa smiled back and nodded.
“Darling…” the blonde hesitantly began, “Are you doing alright…?”
You looked across the desk at the woman with a smidge of confusion.
“Yes…” you slowly said, wondering why she was asking.
“I ask because… I…” Larissa took a breath and stood up.
She made her way around the desk and came up to you.
“I noticed some marks on your arm in the courtyard…”
Your eyes went wide and a mixture of shock and horror filled your face.
“Oh I— you weren’t supposed to see that I… no—” you rambled, your mind beginning to spiral.
Larissa watched you intently with care and concern in her eyes. She then placed a hand on your shoulder caringly, making you freeze and stop rambling.
“Darling, it’s alright… You do know that it’s okay to be not okay, right?”
At her words, tears began to fall down your face and your knees suddenly gave way. You would have crashed down to the ground, if Larissa had not swiftly scooped you up and carried you to the couch in the room. She placed you down next to her, and you immediately curled up against her side through your sobs.
“Shhhh, that’s it. I’m here, love, you’re safe now…” Larissa comforted.
You nodded with a sniffle into her figure.
“T-thank you…” you croaked out.
“Anytime, Darling… anytime.”
~~~
Larissa Weems Masterlist
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darling-i-read-it · 11 months
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Blueberry Cupcake
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: couple dirty jokes lol but otherwise nothing! Maybe some self confidence issues? 
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long love! I hope you like it <3 
Requested: by anon, Your pined post says request open! ❤️ Could I request Steve harrington x reader,  where the reader shows up to scoops ahoy as often as possible just to talk to him/try to get the courage to ask him out?
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
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“You are going to die at these new flavors.” Steve’s lips were curled into a smile as he leaned against the counter when you approached. There was a light on his face but his hair was dimmed by the required hat. You raised an eyebrow. 
“I’ve only been gone a week,” you argued. He shook his head. 
“The Scoops Ahoy Gods have been here since the last time you were,” he explained. The shop was otherwise empty aside from stragglers. It was only Steve at the front this afternoon, a slow day at the ice cream counter. It was drizzling outside and the rest of Hawkins had decided to stay inside. You couldn’t blame them. You almost skipped the trip to the mall today. Saving money and being cozy in bed was an alluring daydream. The look in Steve’s eyes made you happy you had come though. He was the only reason you got out of bed that particular morning and put on some half decent clothes. It was always more exciting to get dressed with the prospect of seeing someone who might appreciate the clothes. 
“Well?” You gestured to the ice cream. 
“This one, is lemon cookie.” He made a face like he was melting, hands dragging down his cheeks in an exaggerated manner. You giggled, shaking your head. “This one-” he paused for effect, “-blueberry cupcake. Actual cupcake pieces in it.” You nodded slowly as he went down the line of new flavors. They all seemed good, aside from a couple random ones. But you never really came here for the ice cream. Regardless, to appease him, you picked one of the new ones and stood there as you tasted it. 
“Positively delightful,” you promised. He smiled brightly. 
“I knew you would love it. You’re my most loyal customer.” 
“Erica Sinclair out of town or something?” 
“You’re my favorite customer,” he said with an eye roll.
“Just because Dustin Henderson is still at summer camp.” 
“Stop arguing with me and take the compliment.” You nodded, a soft smile on your face. You leaned against the counter to the side, just in case someone wanted to come in and grab a scoop. 
“No Robin today?” 
“Nope. They shoved me out here all by my lonesome.” 
“You need to learn the priority of self confidence, Steve Harrington.” 
“I have self confidence. Plenty of it.” A girl approached, probably a little older than you. You didn’t recognize her and you knew you would’ve. She had a gorgeous head of braided hair, along with a dazzling, kind, approachable smile. The sight of her made your heart sink. Steve moved to the counter once more. 
“Good afternoon milady,” he said, smoothly. “Care to join me on this adventure of flavors?” You rolled your eyes and moved aside. To your surprise, she laughed. You breathed sharply through your nose. Usually he just got an eyebrow raised with that line. 
“I would love to. Got any favorites?” 
“I have many but not one compares to you.” Her smile grew at the flattery. You rolled your eyes and took a bitter bite of your ice cream. 
You had been coming to the mall for Steve. But he was never here to see you. He was here to do his job and flirt with girls. You aren’t special because he flirts with you when you’re around. You missed Robin and her even keeled voice, the one that would promise you he had struck out with every other girl in Hawkins. 
You took a deep breath and tossed your ice cream. It wasn’t that good anyway. You didn’t even bother a wave as you left, leaving his voice to drown out as you got further away. Suddenly the rainy weather was only furthering your solemn mood. 
-
Despite your better intentions, you returned to Scoops Ahoy a couple of days later. Robin had called you the day before to complain about him and you were all too happy to oblige in her distaste. You were happy to see her at the counter when you approached. It was a little busier today but there was no line. 
“Hey,” she said evenly as you approached. “Long time no talk.” You opened your mouth to retort back when the back door opened. 
“Where have you been?” Steve questioned, pushing the back door open with force. Your eyes went wide in mock annoyance. 
“School. Working. Why?” 
“You haven’t come in,” he explained, approaching the back of the counter. 
“It’s not like I was talking to her or anything,” Robin said, rolling her eyes. She jutted her elbow onto the counter, watching him with a slight form of amusement. 
“You can talk to her whenever,” Steve grumbled. “What happened? We didn’t even finish our conversation the other day.” Suddenly, in the presence of his puppy dog eyes, you felt kind of silly. You had left him without saying anything and hadn’t mentioned it. You were slightly surprised he had even brought it up. You would’ve let it move past silently, content in not knowing why the slight awkwardness had happened. 
“I had to leave,” you explained. It was weak but nothing else came to mind. “I had to go back home,” you tried. He furrowed his eyebrows. 
“Okay. Well next time let me know, alright?” You nodded gently, happy to let the situation go. 
“What are you having?” Robin questioned. You looked at the flavors and Steve remained with an eager look.
“How about the lemon cookie?” Steve’s easy smile returned and he nodded once before trying to talk to the customer behind you. Robin gave you a look that said, you folded too easily. You shrugged. He would have gotten you out of it sooner or later. 
-
The next day it rained again. You were busy with college work, knee deep in homework. You were barely able to look up, let alone go and visit Steve. For the time being you were attempting to distance yourself from him, for the sake of both of you. You couldn’t pine for him forever when he clearly just saw you as a friend. The schoolwork was a worthy distraction. 
You didn’t hear the phone ringing until it had been going for forty five seconds. 
“Will you get that?” your roommate called from the other side of the building. You looked up, only to the sound of her voice. You were finally aware of the incessant ringing. You moved your papers aside and finally found the phone. You picked it up, finger wrapping around the cord. 
“Hello?” 
“Hey! I hope you don’t mind, Robin gave me your number.” You were stunned into silence. Steve was calling you. Despite him giving you the reason he had your number, it still took you a moment to pull together any kind of information. “Hello?”
“Hi! Sorry, cut out for a second. What can I do for you Steve?” 
“I know it’s raining but I thought you could come keep me company,” he suggested. “It’s really lonesome by myself in the Scoopys Ahoy this afternoon.” You pursed your lips. Was he asking you to hang out for ulterior motives? Or was he really just bored and you were the first person to come to mind? How had he asked Robin for your number? Why hadn’t she told you? Your silence was not a green flag to him. “Or not. I’m sure you’re busy-”
“No, sorry I’m still in study brain.” 
“Ah the good old study brain. I know him well.” You rolled your eyes. 
“What time does your shift end?”
“Four.” 
“Well then I will be by before then.” You could practically see the smile on his face at his cheerful answer. 
“Okay cool. Sick. See you then.” 
“See you then Steve.” You hung up the phone quickly, squinting at it. You didn’t know what his intention was but you didn’t exactly like it. You looked back down at your school work, deciding to abandon it as you went to find an outfit. 
-
Steve was still holding the phone when you hung up. He could hear the dial tone but he couldn’t bring himself to put it down.
“Well?” Robin asked, eyebrows raised and wide eyed. 
“She said she’s coming by before my shift ends,” he explained. Robin nodded. 
“That’s good. When I see her I’ll hide in the back.” Steve finally put the phone down and swallowed hard. Usually he was okay with this type of thing. Flirting, asking people out, getting rejected. But he knew he would miss you coming to see him if you said no. He knew you would stop coming if there was some sort of awkward barrier between the two of you. He didn’t want that. 
But he wanted you. 
He cleared his throat and nodded. 
“What am I supposed to say again?” Behind Robin’s head was the white board, taunting him with rejections. He had thought it was funny when she did it but now it seemed like a slap in the face. 
“Ask her to hang out after your shift. That’s all.” Robin crossed her arms. This was harder than she thought it was going to be. You liked him, he liked you, how could you not get together? Clearly it was taking some pushing on both ends though. She better be invited to the wedding. 
“When do you think she’ll come?”
“Before your shift ends dingus,” she muttered, shaking her head. She returned to the counter as a customer approached. Steve was left alone in the back room with his thoughts and doubts. Everytime you came to see him it was like every light in the room had brightened. He thought about losing that, about losing you. Would you laugh in his face, like every other girl he talked to here? He couldn’t bear it. This was an awful idea. His stomach churned. He pushed open the door and hoped they would get so busy, he would forget you were even coming. 
-
At 3:30 you finally arrived. You felt like your body was sagging with all the information in your head weighing it down. You had been distracted by homework even while you got ready, thinking about all the things that could go wrong this week. It made this thing with Steve seem less important, so you could worry about it less. But now that you were here, you could feel the nerves settling back into your stomach. 
Steve was behind the counter. He stood up straight when he noticed it was you. 
“Hey,” he breathed. 
“Hey,” you said back, a small smile on your face. “Why isn’t Robin working today?” you questioned. They were typically shift partners. She hadn’t mentioned going out somewhere that would warrant her taking an unprecedented day off. 
Steve, knowing full well Robin was in the back, shrugged. 
“They thought I could handle it by myself.” You raised an eyebrow. 
“You’re moving up in the world, Harrington. Are you the manager yet?” 
“You know no one would let that happen,” he argued. He moved over to the ice cream. “This one’s on me but I get to choose.” You nodded once. 
“I’ll take that.” He hoped no one else would come for the last hour. Should he just ask you now? The words seemed daunting. He could hear his blood pumping in his ears. He had literally fought monsters, why was this the thing to take him out? He scooped you some blueberry cupcake and handed it over. “Thanks.” 
“How’s studying?” 
“Draining,” you admitted without a beat. “I can only hold so much in my brain at once.” He remembered his days of essay writing which didn’t help his confidence in the moment. 
“They should invent pillows you can stick information into.”
“That’s a million dollar idea, Harrington. You should trademark that.”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start.” 
“We can figure it out together over a lot of ice cream.” You briefly wondered if this was going to be his job in the fall too. Would he leave for school then? How far would he go? 
“I like that.” He cleared his throat. “You know, we could see each other when I’m not on the clock too.” You took a bite of your ice cream, listening intently. Your eyes remained on him. He tried not to quiver under your wide eyed gaze. “Like if you have nothing going on today…” You caught on. You swallowed your ice cream to ignore your breath hitching. 
“Like a date?” 
He shrugged as nonchalantly as he was able to. 
“If you want.” 
“I would like that,” you admitted. “Are you just asking me because none of the other girls coming into Scoops Ahoy have given you the time of day?” He tried not to wince. 
“I’m asking because I want to,” he said honestly. “And Robin held me at knife point. I think she’s tired of us dancing around…whatever this is.” 
Whatever this is?! 
He could feel it too? You thought it was entirely one sided, fueled by your delusions. You couldn’t help but smile. 
“I’ll have to thank her next time I see her.” You pulled up a stool to sit on the side of the counter, allowing you to continue talking. “You have a place in mind?”
“We could go wherever you wanted. Grab food, hell we could go to the arcade if you wanted.” You laughed gently. 
“I think I’ll pass on the arcade right now. But I wouldn’t mind an entree to go with my dessert.” 
-
The nerves wore off quickly once you both realized you were on the same page. You sat on the stool in the back, the few magazines on the table keeping you company while Steve dealt with customers. You poked at your blueberry cupcake ice cream as you turned the pages. 
The divider window opened up. You raised your head. 
“Nice hat,” Steve said. You had forgotten you stole his work hat, which was sitting very gracefully atop your head. 
“Thanks.”
“Everyone’s gone.” 
“Then come back here,” you said, gesturing to the empty room. 
“You’re too distracting when I'm back there with you alone. I need supervision.” Robin made a gagging noise, though you couldn't see her. You smiled sheepishly and got up, pushing the magazine aside. 
“You know you could hang out after he gets off right?”
“We hang out during me getting o-”
“Shut up. Shut up.” Robin covered her ears and walked into the back room. You laughed at the sly attempt at a joke. Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. You were glad you had stolen his hat. He looked much better without it. 
“She’s right. I think we’re feeding into codependency.”
“Our relationship was built on the foundation of you coming to see me while I work.” 
“That was because I didn’t see you after work.” His fingers held onto yours. He smiled down at them, like a prized possession. 
“I like to maximize my time.” 
Robin gagged in the back again.
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