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temptingfatetakingnames · 6 months

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Dancing in the Dark Part 2

Part 1

Time was moving slowly and Eddie wanted to smash his head on the table. Women kept coming over to talk to Steve. They brought him drinks (that he politely refused), they eyed him up and down, they complimented him, they touched him. On the shoulder, shyly on his knees, they leaned into his space and smiled brightly at him. They all asked him to sing again. Please, please sing again. You were amazing, they said with their breathy, feminine voices. Eddie wanted to scratch their pretty smiles off their stupid pretty faces. Steve shook them all off with a smile and Eddie was honestly a little surprised that he wasn’t soaking up the attention more.

Nancy and Johnathan were on stage singing a Sonny and Cher duet that probably would have sounded a lot better a few beers ago. It was late though, and most of the crowd was drunk and having a good time, singing along with them. The latest woman to strike out with Steve slinked away after leaving a napkin with her phone number on it.

“I’m gunna get some air,” Steve said, getting up from the table. Eddie watched him make his way through the crowd until he couldn’t see him anymore. When he turned back around, he saw Robin staring at him, her eyes wide and slightly unfocused.

She jerked her head in the direction Steve went. “You should go after him.”

“Should I?” Eddie asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, go see if he’s okay,” she said slurring her words a little.

“Shouldn’t you go see if he’s okay? Miss Best Friend?”

Robin pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Miss Best Friend says you need to go,” she said and then gave him the most uncoordinated wink Eddie had ever seen his life. He looked through the crowd towards the door that Steve had disappeared out of. He knocked his knuckles on the table and stood. Robin gave him two thumbs up and a huge grin that he couldn’t help but snort at.

He made his way through the room, gently nudging people out of his way. When he got to the door he took a deep breath, pushed it open and stepped outside. Steve was leaning up against the side of the bar with a cigarette hanging loosely in his fingers. He was looking up at the sky, deep in thought, a small frown hovering on his lips. He looked beautiful and sad and Eddie felt his heart clench painfully in his chest.

How had he missed it?

How fucking sad he looked sometimes?

“Hey man,” Eddie said as he walked over.

Steve looked at him and Eddie watched in real time as a mask came down over his face. He tilted his head to the side and a little half smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It almost reached his eyes.

Almost.

If Eddie wasn’t looking closer now, he would have been fooled by it. It was well practiced, automatic, near perfect…and Eddie’s heart clenched again.

“Munson,” Steve said with a warm affectionate voice that Eddie didn’t feel he deserved. He held out his cigarette between two fingers and Eddie took it.

They traded it back and forth, quietly smoking.

“You should sing more often, you’re not as terrible as I was expecting you to be.”

“High praise coming from you,” Steve said and nudged Eddie’s shoulder playfully.

“Why don’t you?”

Steve shrugged and took another drag of the cigarette before answering. “I used to… with my mom. She loves Springsteen.”

It both was and wasn’t an answer. No parents. Big house. Eddie wondered when they stopped singing together. The silence stretched between them. Eddie fiddled with his rings, turning them around and around his fingers. He didn’t know how to talk about things like this – the big things. How do you ask your friend why he doesn’t sing with his mother anymore? How do you ask him why he sang Springsteen tonight if it hurt him?

“I was wondering what Robin was going to say earlier – what else you’ve been up to?” Eddie asked, choosing an easier question.

“Oh.” Steve seemed surprised. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Well, I figured out that I really want to work with kids. For my job? But I really screwed myself over with my grades so I’ve been talking to Hop about what I can do. He’s going to write me a reference letter and see if he can help get me into college next year. In the meantime, I’ve been volunteering at the public school. Basically, a camp counselor for an after-school program. I – I really like it. The kids are great. I’ve been teaching them basketball and swimming. There’s this one girl, Ashley – she’s so shy, but so sweet! Took me weeks just to get a smile out of her, but a couple days ago she hugged me and gave me cookies that she made with her mom –” Steve cut himself off before muttering, “sorry, I’m rambling…”

Another adorable blush started creeping over his cheekbones. Eddie couldn’t think of a time that Steve had talked so much at once. He usually just listened when they all got together, chiming in every now and then with a comment but never talking a whole lot. But then he tried to think about the last time he or the kids had asked him a question about what he was doing or thinking and – he couldn’t.

“It sounds great, man!” Eddie said around the lump in his throat. “Tell me more.”

Steve smiled. A real one this time, small and shy.

“Yeah?” he asked.

Eddie nodded… and Steve talked.

He had been volunteering since the spring. It was mostly younger kids whose parents weren’t home when school got out. Steve said that the program was pretty bare-bones and that the other counselors just let the kids do whatever they wanted in the school playground or gym but didn’t really plan any activities. Steve changed that by introducing sports and trips to the pool and lake as the weather warmed up.

The kids genuinely seemed to like him which surprised him but didn’t surprise Eddie at all. He told him more about Ashley. Her mom was on her own; her husband had passed away a few years ago. Steve didn’t say she was his favourite but Eddie could tell that she was. Something about how shy she was at the start and how she was slowly opening up to him really affected him. As he spoke, his smile got wider and he talked with his hands more and Eddie was captivated. He nodded along and let Steve talk for as long as he wanted, only asking the occasional follow-up question.

“I’m going to see if there’s a program I can volunteer with in the summer, too.”

“I’m sure there is,” Eddie said with a smile.

Steve ducked his head to hide his face. After a moment, he looked up through his hair and said, “thanks.”

“Thanks for what?”

“For asking,” Steve said. “For listening.”

“I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

“How could you ask about something you didn’t know about?”

“I should have asked about you,” Eddie said quietly.

For a moment the mask slipped off Steve’s face and Eddie saw the same dark emotion in his eyes that he had seen earlier. But just as quickly it was gone – hidden behind his confident self-assured attitude and a smirk on his lips. Eddie was starting to see it for the armor it was.

“I’m not that interesting,” Steve said and leaned back against the wall of the bar, lifting his face up to the night sky. The words were regurgitated – someone had said them to him enough times that he had internalized them, consumed them until he thought they came from his own mind. Eddie had a lot of experience with that. There was a lot that they had in common, Eddie was realizing.

“I don’t want this to sound condescending or weird… or whatever, but –” Eddie paused and cleared his throat before continuing, “can I give you a hug?”

Steve looked over at him with surprise and opened his mouth, probably to say ‘no’ or ‘what the hell, Munson?’ but Eddie turned to him, arms spread wide and he closed it. The moment stretched and Eddie didn’t think he was going to hug him. He was just standing there, staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face – probably trying to determine Eddie’s sincerity so he held his eyes, stepped a little closer and opened his arms wider.

Hug me, Big Boy.

Steve closed the distance between them slowly, like he thought Eddie might change his mind if he moved too quickly. He smiled at him gently and Steve sagged forward, resting his head on his shoulder. He let out a sigh when Eddie brought his arms up and held him tightly. After a moment, Steve gripped him back just as hard.

Now that the hug was initiated, Eddie had no idea what to do. Rub his back? Try to get him to talk? He had never been good with his own feelings, let alone someone else’s. But Steve was his friend… and he was hurting.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked as gently as he could.

Steve immediately tensed up but didn’t pull away. Eddie rubbed small circles into his back and looked at the sky. The stars shone brilliantly in the night; he could see why Steve kept looking up at them. They held on to each other silently. Steve was still tense in his arms, despite the circles, and Eddie was convinced that he wasn’t going to answer. Which was fine, maybe a quiet hug was what he needed. The circles didn’t seem to be helping so he stopped. He brought one of his hands up to Steve’s neck and slipped his fingers into the hair at his nape. It was soft. Steve shuddered at the motion and went limp in his arms.

“No,” he whispered.

“No,” he forced out and Eddie could tell from his voice that he was fighting back tears.

“No,” he sobbed and clutched at Eddie with desperation. His body shaking as the tears overwhelmed him.

Eddie made soft shushing noises and rocked them gently, his fingers still tangled in his hair. Tears pricked at his own eyes in the face of Steve’s turmoil. He wished they were somewhere else; somewhere warm and quiet where he could bundle Steve up and keep the world from hurting him… keep the world from hurting him more.

He felt small in his arms… fragile. Which was crazy because Steve was a protector. He had saved the world. He had saved Eddie – had dragged him out of hell despite his own injuries. But who protected him? Who asked him how he was doing? What he was feeling? Eddie was desperate to know why he sang Dancing in the Dark. When Robin forced him up on stage with whatever secret he didn’t want the rest of them to know he could have done any song he wanted. He chose Dancing in the Dark – and then sang the most heartbreaking version Edde had ever heard. Steve had put everything he was feeling into it; had practically screamed at them to see him.

“Talk to me, Steve,” he prodded softly. “Tell me anything, everything. I want to hear it. Talk to me, please.”

Sniffles and shaky breaths, but strong arms still clutched Eddie tightly.

“I – I don’t sleep…” Steve said so quietly Eddie had to strain to hear the words. “Everyone keeps saying it’s over but it doesn’t feel over. It’s been over before…and even when I do manage it, I have these awful dreams. Robin stays over when she can, and it helps… but she’s leaving and I don’t know what I’m going to do without her. And the kids are getting older and they don’t need me anymore. And I finally have a goal, something I want to do but what if I fucked myself over in high school and I end up stuck at Family Video forever? I don’t know what I’m doing Eddie, and I can’t sleep.”

Eddie was once again struck by how much they had in common. Nightmares and the fear that the Upside Down could come back at any moment? Check. Unfulfilled dreams and the fear of falling into an average boring life? Check. He didn’t know how to tell Steve that he understood, that he saw him. There was a song that came to mind, one of his favourites by Dio that always helped him when he felt lost and alone. Talking about feelings was hard, but singing? Eddie could do that. He could do that for Steve.

He started singing Rainbow in the Dark quietly, giving Steve something to lean into, to listen for. He softened it, like Steve had with Dancing in the Dark, turning it into a companion piece – a continuation, a parallel.

When there's lightning You know it always brings me down 'Cause it's free and I see that it's me Who's lost and never found

I cry out for magic I feel it dancing in the light It was cold, lost my hold To the shadows of the night

No sign of the morning coming You've been left on your own Like a rainbow in the dark A rainbow in the dark

Do your demons, do they ever let you go? When you try to do they hide deep inside? Is it someone that you know?

There's no sign of the morning coming You've been left on your own Like a rainbow in the dark Just a rainbow in the dark

Steve’s tears had stopped as Eddie sang. They were holding each other lighter now, softly standing close. Steve had leaned back so he could see Eddie’s face as he sang.

“It is over, Steve… truly over. We won and Vecna is dead. I know that won’t stop the nightmares – it hasn’t for me. Not yet. But it will eventually, when it keeps being over. I’ll come over when Robin is gone. We can help each other sleep, yeah? And the kids are always going to need you – maybe not in the ‘demon slaying, use my body as a shield’ way – but in the older brother who loves them way. I think you’re interesting, Steve. I think…” Eddie paused, trying to get his thoughts together. “I think you’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. I want to know everything about you. I want to know why your mother stopped singing with you and why your house is always empty. I want to know why you sang Springsteen tonight. I want to know why you got so good at hiding what you’re really thinking and feeling. I want to know your favourite colour and your favourite food. I want to know about your dreams and your nightmares…I want to know it all.”

“Why?” Steve whispered.

He was close enough that Eddie could see the green flecks in his eyes. His face was blotchy and red from crying and his hair was a mess from Eddie’s fingers, and he had never looked more beautiful. They still had their arms around each other but they weren’t hugging anymore – it was more a loose embrace, and Eddie was viscerally aware of the difference. Steve wasn’t pulling away though, was holding his eyes like they held the secrets to the universe. It made him feel brave.

“Because I like you and I want to know you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve smiled brightly, warming Eddie with the glow. He looked down at the hand that Eddie had on his waist and grabbed it. And just like that Steve was holding his hand, and smiling at him and Eddie didn’t know what to do with the feelings fluttering in his chest. He thought he might be having a heart attack.

“I like you too, Eddie Munson.”

He was definitely having a heart attack. Eddie squeezed his hand and then moved forward a bit so he could rest his forehead on Steve’s. He huffed out a small laugh, unable to comprehend how they had got here.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to get our friends and take them home, then I’m going to come over and we’re going to sleep and in the morning we’ll talk more. Sound good, sweetheart?” The term of endearment popped out of his mouth and Eddie blushed furiously.

But Steve smiled and said, “Sounds good, Eddie.”

Final Part

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I really wasn't planning on writing a part two of this ficlet so I didn't have a plan when I started. I hope you like it as much as the first part, it turned out much sadder than I thought it was going to. It's funny to me that even though Steve sang Dancing and Eddie sang Rainbow I think the songs work better the other way? Steve is the Rainbow and Eddie is Dancing - I guess that's why they sang them to each other <3

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #Steve Harrington can sing #Dancing in the dark #Open mic night #steve x eddie

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lady-ashfade · 6 months

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Yandere Romantic Class 1-A With A Darling Who Is Touchy And Flirty

—£ This about how the class would react! I have just been in the mode to write for mha so that’s what I’m doing. Also love the yandere class with all my might.

—£ Warnings: Suggest themes, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, reader being very flirty, revealing clothing.

The class had a handful with dealing with you. it was always so much when you started right off the bat with giving them hugs or touching them in smalls ways. to you it wasn’t a big deal and you were just being you, you had no clue that they thought it was romantic. sweet little thing you were to not noticing how feral your classmates were with you.

Each of them always tries to get you to touch them in any kind of way. If you wanted to lay your head on their shoulders, give them a high five? Anything is okay.

Quickly they realized you just did physical touch to show you care, or that you had a flirty personality. You never noticed how truly dazed and embarrassed they got when you flirted with one of them. Or, the death glares they sent to the other that had your attention.

Bakugo was one to quickly pull you around. he’d pull you by the waist and make you walk with him while he yells at you(He’s to flustered to do anything else). He’d give you pointers on how “Not to suck.” when you train. even saying he needs help dealing with those shitty extras he is friends with.

Bakugo gets so red when you touch his muscles and his chest when you praise him for a job well done. he could have beat you in a training match but here you are praising him. “You’ll be a great hero.” You’d wink at him and tell him to remember you when the time comes. but how could he ever forget you!

The class always watched out for you when they needed to. like once they saw you with a person from class 1-b and you put your precious hands on that person. oh boy did they get pissed. they let you out of sight for a minute and here someone is taking advantage of you. don’t you know that smile and praise is only for them, along with your sweet touches.

“We missed you,” Mina spoke as she held you close as the class surrounded you. “Dumbass, stop talking to those fuckin’ idoits.” The loud blonde growled.

You only giggled and smiled, “They were really nice guys. no need to worry,” you smirked “you guys are the only classmates I want.”

Their hearts melted there.

Soon, they got more comfortable with your attention. So much that they couldn’t go without them. They pouted when you didn’t hug them when you walked into class, or anything else. And of course that counted how much you hugged the others and made you do the same.

But, the more time went on your flirting was taken seriously, of course unnoticed to you. the dekusquad and bakusqaud would fight over who you actually like. the others would get jealous and maybe comment, but they would share. they would do anything for their darling.

If you are more masculine then you could touch the guys more because it wouldn’t be considered “Inappropriate” even if you are innocent. like feeling their chest and shoulders to comment them. The boys loved that, because they got to smirk at the girls.

Now if you are more feminine then the girls made you cuddle them, no matter what actually. throw your arms around the waist, or pull you so close to their bodies. the girls are bad because they are into PDA. Like, the boys touch you if you allow them- But the girls? They are touching you all the time.

“Aren’t you the cutest,” Ochako coo’d at your puffy cheeks full of food, you looked like a deer in headlights as you continued to chew. “They have sauce on their cheek, kero.” Tsu chirped up from beside you.

“Here let me!” Momo took a napkin and whipped off your pretty cheek. “Much better.” You thanked her and continued to eat. you were used to your friends behavior so it wasn’t a problem, though sometimes you found it weird.

“I made you a playlist.” Jiro said as a buzz at your phone went off. She had stayed up all night looking for songs that you’d like, maybe even praise her for it later.

But the class fond over you not matter what you are. you’re their darling. you can get anything you want if you bat your eyes at them.

in training they put on a show for you just so they get get your praise at who wins. it’s almost a blood bath each time. the class is constantly fighting over you. And will fight anyone who is not them because it’s only them who can have you.

Just be careful not to make them faint with your actions because it’s easy. Their pretty little thing.

#yandere izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki Bakugo x reader #mina ashiro x reader #yandere mina ashido x reader #denki kaminari x reader #yandere denki kaminari #yandere class 1a scenarios #yandere class 1a x reader #yandere class 1 a x reader #class 1a x reader #poly class 1 a x reader #yandere ochako uraraka x reader #yandere ochako uraraka #ochako uraraka x reader

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hindahoney · 1 year

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If you want to code-switch so often that you are nearly incomprehensible to goyim, here is a list of my favorite and most-used Jewish terms:

Schvitzing - Sweating. (Ex: "I'm schvitzing so much it's showing through my clothes.")

Schlep - A tedious and long journey, depending on usage it can mean that you were carrying something. (Ex: "I had to schlep all the way across campus, my backpack was so heavy." Usually denotes a long walk, but other forms of transportation are acceptable too. "You drove all the way to New York from Florida? That's quite the shlep.")

Shtati - Something really cool. (Ex: "I visited my friend's place and they had a shtati mezuzah!")

Neshama - Soul. (Ex: "Mazel tov on your conversion, you have such a strong Jewish neshama!")

Balagan - A big mess, chaotic, confusing (Ex: "Moshe forgot to bring challah for shabbat dinner, and it turned into this big balagan")

Achi/Achoti - "Achi" literally means "my brother," but can also be used like bro or dude, "achoti" is the feminine equivalent meaning "sister"

Yalla - Come on, let's go (Ex: "Yalla yalla, you're going to make us late again")

Mishpacha - Family. Doesn't have to be literal blood relatives, usually a sign of warmth or friendship. (Ex: "I care about every Jew, they're all my mishpacha.")

Pshhh - Interjection sound, to express respect or agreement with what someone is saying, but can also be playfully poking fun at someone taking themselves too seriously, can be used sarcastically.

Achla - amazing, awesome, great, the best (Ex: "You graduated from university? Achla!")

Sheina Punem (Shayna Punim) - Pretty face (Ex: My bubbe kept pinching my cheeks and calling me a sheina punem) Can be used ironically, in which case it means "a disgrace."

Ahavat Yisrael - to love your fellow Jew (Ex: "I firmly believe in ahavat yisrael, even if it's hard sometimes.")

Schande - Shame, dishonor among the nations, meaning a Jew who represents Jews badly, a serious insult. (Ex: "He's a schande, he feeds into antisemitic stereotypes.")

Schmutz - Dirt, stain. (Ex: "Use your napkin, you've got schmutz on your face.")

Amalek - Any enemy of the Jewish people. ("[Fill in blank] is the modern Amalek, they hate the Jews.")

Lanceman/Landsmen - Two jews from the same place, a point of connection between two Jews who now live far away from their hometown. (Ex: "Your grandma is from Crown Heights? Mine too, our grandparents are landsmen!")

Goyisch - Something not Jewish (Ex: "I don't listen to Taylor Swift, her music is too goyisch for me.")

Goyischekop/Goyische-kop - Goyisch head, a jew who thinks/sounds like a non-jew. (Ex: "How could you say about your fellow Jew? Do you have a goyische-kop or something?")

Kindaleh/Kinderlach - Little children (Ex: "I passed by the school and saw the kindaleh on the playground, they're so cute!")

Chamud/Chamuda/Chamudi - Sweetie, cutie, usually aimed at children, but can be a term of endearment between a couple. Can be condescending when said rudely to another adult, like "Sweetheart" can be in English. (ex: "Goodnight, Chamudi. I can't wait to see you tomorrow.")

Daven - to pray ("Are you going to join us for davening?")

Frum - A religiously observant Jew. ("He's frum, he davens three times a day.")

Treif - Unkosher, generally something not good, doesn't have to literally refer to a food. ("I trained my dog to stop barking when I say 'treif!'.")

Bubkis - Zero, nothing, nada ("Moshe got a gift from bubbe and I got bubkis.")

Kvetch - To complain ("I'm just kvetching, I'm not that upset about it.")

Kvell - Extreme pride. ("I heard your daughter made it into her top school, you must be kvelling!")

Mensch - A good, admirable person. ("He volunteers every week, he's a mensch.")

Chillul HaShem - Disgracing God's name, someone who does something that makes Jews look bad.

Kiddush HaShem - Something that sanctifies God's name, brings honor to God. ("I love seeing you wear a kippah, it's a kiddush HaShem!")

Bubbe meise - Little white lies ("He told his teacher a bubbe meise about his dog eating his homework.")

I should acknowledge that these are mostly Yiddish words, as my experience is primarily with Ashkenazi Jews. If you would like to add common slang from your community (like Ladino phrases, Judeo-Arabic, Italki, etc) I would love to learn about them!

#there are so many other words but i use these all the time #add whatever you want!#jumblr #frumblr #jewblr #yiddish #hebrew #jewish #jewish culture #j tag #jew tag

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bell4lan · 1 year

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Car Sex

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: Alhaitham's: Riding, crying during sex, semi-public sex, parking lot sex, praise, unprotected sex.

Thoma's: Riding, feminine words used for privates, creampie, talks of pregnancy but it doesn't happen, sex in another person's car, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, praise.

Tighnari's: Doggy style, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, kinda rough sex (?), hickies, reader is called master once.

Kaeya's: Semi-public sex, protected sex, fucking your best friends brother oops, romantic (?), kind of fluffy.

Character(s)/Reader: Top Alhaitham & Bottom Male Reader, Bottom Trans Thoma & Top Male reader, Bottom Tighnari & Top Male reader, Bottom Kaeya & Top Male reader (in order)

Alhaitham

"O-oh fuck!" You moaned as you felt your husbands cock hit your prostate. You could barely breathe in the stuffy car, but you didn't care. All you cared about was Alhaithams cock inside you. You couldn't stop bouncing, completely absorbed in the pleasure you were receiving from him.

"Just like that baby, such a good boy. Archons you look so cute bouncing on my cock." Alhaitham's smirk was huge as he gripped your hips tighter. He couldn't take his eyes off you, your desperate bounces were so fucking cute. Seeing your cock bounce too made him chuckle to himself and squeeze your ass.

His words made you move faster, his deep and sexy voice making you even more needy and desperate to cum. Fuck this was so risky, even though the windows in Alhaithams car were tinted, you both could still get caught. You guys definitely should've waited until you got home instead of doing it in the parking lot of his work, but you both were too horny to wait. You needed each other.

Alhaitham was stressed from work, and you had been left needy at home. At least it was night, so there probably wasn't anyone there. Despite that, the risk was still so exciting, yet terrifying. If anyone were suspicious of the shaking car, they would see you fucking yourself on your husbands cock in the backseat. Just the thought made you shiver.

"I'm close H-Haitham!" You stuttered through your moans, tears of pleasure falling down your face.

"Go on baby, cum for me." He whispered as he started jerking you off. The stimulation from his cock and his hand had you practically screaming as you came. You stopped bouncing as your orgasm hit like a truck, thighs twitching from your release. Alhaitham groaned as he saw you twitch from your intense orgasm, pulling you off gently once you were finished. He sat up and laid you down so you could recover as he finished himself off. He let out a deep moan as he came onto your stomach, panting heavily from the stuffy air.

He grabbed some napkins that he kept in his center console, and wiped off his hand and your stomach. He tried to wipe off the cum on his shirt, but stopped once he saw you reach out for him.

"You okay baby? Need some air?" He asked as he lifted you up and fixed your clothes. You leaned against him as he tried to straighten up your appearance, feeling too tired to care about it. You nodded slowly and felt him reach behind you to roll down the window.

"I feel gross.." You whispered into his shoulder.

"Let's go home. We can take a nice shower and get rid of all this sweat." He said, his voice soft as he held you. You nodded again, and felt your husband let you go to get in the front. You stayed in the back because of how tired you were, and smiled as you watched Alhaitham drive.

That sex was totally worth it.

Thoma

The car came to a stop as Thoma got to a red light, his fingers tapping the wheel gently. He was currently driving Ayato back to his home. As his trusted assistant, it was important that he was the one to do the more personal duties. Ayato didn't trust some random driver with his address, so Thoma was usually the one to drive him home if Ayato didn't do it himself.

Thoma glanced at his watch and saw that it was close to the time you got off work. He wondered if he could just take the car to pick you up, though he'd have to ask first since it wasn't his. He sort of didn't want to since Ayato usually teases him whenever he brings up his boyfriend. He knew it was just for fun, but he can't help but get flustered whenever Ayato teases him about you.

"Hey Ayato, would it be okay if I pick up my boyfriend after I drop you off?" Thoma asked, voice cracking a bit at the beginning out of nervousness.

"Of course you can Thoma. Though if I see any stai-"

"There will be no such thing sir!" Thoma cut him off before he could finish, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. He could feel his face heat up from what Ayato was implying. The blue haired man just chuckled as he saw Thoma's flushed face in the mirror, and went back to whatever he was doing before.

Thoma finally made it to Ayato's house and said his goodbyes, waiting until Ayato got inside safely. Once he did, he quickly got back into the car and made his way to your job. He hummed happily as he drove, excited to see you so soon after work. Usually he works until late at night, but this time he got off early.

He arrived outside of your work and saw you walking out. He rolled down the window and honked the horn, making you look over at him. Your face showed a look of shock, which quickly changed into one of happiness. You ran over to the car and spoke to him through the open window.

"Thoma! You got off early? Whose car is this?" You asked with a smile. Thoma felt his heart race seeing you so excited to see him.

"Yep! This is Ayato's car, he let me take it." He explained, smiling back at you. You got in and gave Thoma a kiss as he rolled up the window again.

"I missed you." You whispered, lips dangerously close to his.

"I missed you too." His voice as quiet as yours. He glanced down at your lips before looking up at your eyes, hinting at permission to kiss you. You closed the gap between you and kissed him deeply. Thoma moved his hand from the steering wheel to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as you kissed.

The kiss started to get a bit more heated, making Thoma break it off.

"Let's move this somewhere else, hm?" He said before backing away so he could drive somewhere more private. You nodded and rested your hand on his thigh as he drove. You inched it up closer to his crotch as he drove, making his breath hitch. There was still a while until you guys would make it home, and Thoma was way too horny to wait, so he pulled into a secluded area. Thankfully, it was night and the windows were tinted, so if anyone were to pull in, you'd have time to get it together before getting caught.

You both took off your seatbelts before pulling each other into another heated kiss, your hands roaming Thoma's body. You pulled away to catch your breath and blushed from your boyfriends cute expression.

"Wanna get in the back?" You asked, Thoma nodded and let you climb in the back first. You sat in the middle and helped Thoma get in the back too, moving him onto your lap. You both immediately went back to your heated make out, hands roaming and caressing each others bodies. Thoma moved his hips against yours and felt your cock harden. He loved having this affect on you, he loved that he could make you so turned on in a matter of seconds.

You pulled away to catch your breath and untucked Thoma's shirt, letting your hands run up underneath it. Your cool palms on his bare skin made him shiver. You turned your attention away from his body and up to his face, smiling at his blush.

"Are you sure you want to go any further in your boss's car?" You asked with a smirk, rubbing your thumb on his hip. The realization of where he was doing this seemed to finally hit Thoma. He shoved his head into your shoulder and groaned.

"We shouldn't be doing this here...but..." He trailed off, feeling far to shy to say what he wants.

"But what love?" You asked as you looked at him.

"But...I need you so badly." He whined, jerking his hips a little to show just how needy he was. You tightened your grip on his hips and groaned quietly.

"Fuck baby, he won't find out right? There's no cameras or anything." You said, moving your hand to behind his head, running your fingers through his soft blonde hair. Thoma thought back to what Ayato said earlier. 'It would be okay as long as there's no stains...right?' He thought to himself. He knew he shouldn't do it, that it'd be wrong to have sex in his boss's car, but his mind was too full of lust to care.

"He won't find out." He said, voice whiney from how aroused he was. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, moving his hands down to undo your pants. He took out your cock and looked down at it, feeling himself get wet from how hard it was in his hands. He stroked you slowly and kissed you, blushing from the soft moans you let out. Pulling away, you stopped his strokes, making him confused.

"I can't be the only one feeling good Thoma." You whispered as you undid his pants, helping him take them off. He felt so flustered from how exposed he was, especially since he was in a public area and in a car that wasn't his, but that just made it more exciting. He moved himself so he was on top of your dick, grinding against it and moaning softly.

"Fuck Thoma, you're so wet." You groaned, watching as his folds slid along your dick. Your words turned Thoma on even more, making him speed up his movement. He cupped your face as he moved, looking deep into your eyes.

"Please fuck me." He whispered. He needed you inside him, he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care that he was in Ayato's car, or that you guys were in a public area, he just wanted you.

"But I don't have a condom." You said softly. You didn't care about whether or not you used one, you both were clean, but you knew Thoma always insisted on it since he was afab and there was a small chance of him getting pregnant.

"I don't care, just fuck me." He whined, moving his hands down your arms and gripping onto your sleeves. You nodded and positioned your cock under him so he could lower himself onto you. Thoma sunk onto your cock and took a deep breath, holding back a loud and needy moan because of the stretch. The lack of prep made Thoma feel so tight, you couldn't help but groan at the tight fit.

"Th-thoma you're so fucking tight." You stuttered, trying to hold back another noise so you could speak. Thoma finally sunk all the way down on your cock and panted heavily, feeling so hot from having you so deep inside him. He leaned back a bit and started to move up and down on your cock, watching as his pussy took all of you in.

You couldn't help but squeeze his ass as you watched him take you, your cock disappearing between those cute pink folds. Fuck he was so hot. He's taken you raw before, but you never got used to just how erotic it looked.

Thoma had been riding you for archons know how long, and he was so so close to coming. His thighs burned from his bouncing, but he couldn't stop, not when he was this close.

"S-so close (Name)!" He moaned as he kept going, your cock repeatedly hitting that perfect spot inside him. You moved your hand down to his swollen clit and rubbed it as he fucked himself on you. His moans got louder making you want to pound into him then and there, but you'd let him keep control of the situation. You groaned as you watched your cock slide in and out of his soaked cunt so easily, almost at the edge of release.

"(Name)- c-cum in me!" Thoma pleaded as he felt himself get closer and closer. Your eyes widened at his request.

"A-Are you sure?" You asked.

"Yes yes please cum in me." Thoma wouldn't stop begging for your cum, so you were going to give it to him. You gripped onto his hips and thrusted up into his tight pussy, watching as his mouth hung open from the intense pleasure he felt.

The only warning you had of him coming was the very loud moan he let out and his hole tightening around you. You groaned as you felt him tighten and kept fucking him through his orgasm. You came soon after he did and pulled him down so he was completely covering your cock as your cum filled him up.

The only sound filling the car now was your heavy breathing as you both tried to catch your breath. Thoma was leaning against you , whining softly from feeling your cock inside his overstimulated cunt. You hugged him against you and kissed his face, whispering praises into his ear.

You lifted him off your cock and laid him down, quickly getting his underwear so your cum wouldn't leak out onto Ayato's seats. You dressed him up and tucked yourself back into your pants, fixing up his hair once you did. You gave him small kisses on his face and smiled down at him.

"You ready to go home?" You asked softly as you cupped his face. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you on top of him.

"Baby, we can't stay in Ayato's car forever. Plus we have to clean you up and get the pill." You laughed out as you felt him cuddle into you more. Though, once you mentioned how you were still in his boss's car, he tensed up.

"I completely forgot this is Ayato's car.." He whispered upon realization. You both sat up and stayed in each others arms for a bit until you both decided to head home. You quickly dropped off Ayato's car and went back in Thoma's.

You kept telling Thoma you were worried about finishing in him, but he said he didn't mind. In fact, he admitted to liking it a lot, even if there were risks to it.

Fuck that made you want to go another round.

Tighnari

You and Tighnari were currently in the forest, gathering some plants for your boyfriend to study. He had always had an interest in plants, and wanted to introduce his interest to you, which is why this is the date he planned for you two. To be honest, it was fun doing this with Tighnari. Whenever you asked about the plants, Tighnari would explain enthusiastically, his tail swishing happily behind him. It was adorable, it made you so happy seeing him get all excited over his interest.

"Archons it's hot out, let's take a break (Name)." Tighnari said as he found a log to sit on. You nodded and sat next to him, placing the basket full of plants and fungi next to his.

"Want something to eat Tighnari?" You asked as you felt him lean on you. He shook his head, making his large ears hit you in the face. You laughed softly at them hitting you, making Tighnari's face flush out of embarrassment. He said a quiet apology before resting against you again. You held him close to you and smiled softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

It had been a while since you guys started taking a break, and you two were currently bickering over something stupid.

"Oh please (Name), you couldn't fluster me unless I allowed you to." Tighnari sassed, rolling his eyes at what you said.

"Allowed me to? So all those times I got you all flustered was because you allowed me to?" You asked, brow raised. He hummed a yes and nodded, completely confident in what he said. You scoffed at him in disbelief and flicked his forehead lightly.

"Hey!" He yelled, glaring at you. You pulled him closer to you and looked deeply into his eyes, kissing him gently. Tighnari's eyes widened out of surprise, but he soon melted into the kiss. You pulled away and brushed some of his hair out of his face.

"Can I go a little further?" You whispered. Tighnari blushed and nodded, even though it probably wasn't a good idea. You kissed him again, this time a bit deeper, and pressed your body against his. Tighnari gripped onto your clothes and pulled you closer to him, wanting to feel you even more. He pulled away and started nipping and kissing at your neck, making you chuckle softly.

"You got all worked up so quickly." You teased as you felt him mark your neck. He pulled away and glared at you again.

"It's been a while since we did it okay, fuck I've been craving you all week." He confessed, grip tightening on your clothes.

"Well then, let me give you what you've been craving baby. We probably shouldn't do it here though." You said with a smirk. Tighnari nodded and picked up the baskets, leading you back to the car.

Once you got to the car, Tighnari dropped the baskets and pushed you against it, kissing you passionately. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and felt up under your shirt. You had to pull away to catch your breath, and stopped Tighnari's hand from going any further.

"Someone's eager. Wanna fuck in the car?" You whispered that last part in his ear, making him shiver. He hit you softly and frowned.

"Don't be so vulgar..." He said with a blush.

"Is that a no?" You asked. Tighnari didn't say anything for a bit before shaking his head no. You smirked and opened the back door for Tighnari, letting him go in first. You went in after him and closed the door, turning on the ac so it wouldn't be so stuffy. You leaned back and watched as Tighnari climbed into your lap and cupped your face. He kissed you again, tongues intertwining as you moved your hands to his ass.

He pulled away and pulled off your top, allowing you to do the same to him. You admired his body once his shirt was off and kissed down his chest. Taking one of his nipples in your mouth, you sucked gently at it, looking up at him as he moaned from the sensation. You thought it was so adorable how sensitive his nipples were, you just had to play with them.

You kissed back up his chest and onto his neck, kissing behind his ear before whispering into it. "Can I fuck you from behind?" You asked, voice smooth and deep. Tighnari nodded and moved off your lap so you guys could take off your pants and underwear.

Tighnari moved onto his hands and knees and felt you get behind him.

"Shit, baby we don't have lube." You said, leaning over him as you held onto his ass.

"Use the oil for my tail." He said, pointing to his bag.

"Is that safe?" You asked skeptically.

"Yes yes I promise, just fuck me please." He begged, getting impatient. You chuckled and grabbed the oil, pouring some on your fingers before pushing one into his hole. You carefully prepped him so that there wouldn't be any pain when you entered, which Tighnari seemed to appreciate. His moans were so soft and cute as you fingered him, his tail wagged gently as you did.

"Is that good?" You asked as you kissed his back. He nodded and pushed his ass out toward you more, making you squeeze it. You pulled out your fingers once he seemed stretched enough and poured some of the oil onto your dick, making sure it was properly lubed up. You told Tighnari you were going to enter him and started to do it once he nodded.

Tighnari's eyes squeezed shut as he felt your large cock push into his hole, his ears flattening from the intrusion. Once you were all the way in, he couldn't help but whine at how full he felt.

"You okay baby?" You asked as you rubbed his hips comfortingly. He nodded and said you could move, so you did.

You started off slow so Tignari wouldn't get hurt, but he begged and begged for you to go faster, harder. Now you were practically slamming into him as he gripped at the seats, loud moans and skin slapping against skin filling up the car. The tip of your cock kissed his prostate each time you thrusted, making Tighnari almost choke on his moans. You spread his ass to get a good look at his hole, biting your lip as you watched him take you with ease.

"Shit baby, you're so fucking good for me." You cursed as he squeezed around you, his whines getting louder from your praise. You moved your hand to his bouncing dick and stroked it in time with your thrusts, making Tighnari lose it. He shoved his face into the seat and moaned loudly, ears pinned back as he felt his orgasm inching closer and closer.

"(Name)- shit gonna cum. Gonna cum master." He whined as you kept thrusting into him, drooling onto the seat from the stimulation. You kept stroking him until strings of cum spurted from his aching dick, covering your hand in the process. You fucked him through his orgasm until you released inside him, hearing him whine from getting filled. You pulled out and helped Tighnari up, peppering his face with kisses.

Tighnari kissed you again, though this time it was gentle, soft, and short lived. He got his water bottle and drank some of it as you cleaned him up.

Finally, you both were clean and clothed. Tighnari was sitting in the passenger seat as you put the baskets from before into the now clean backseat. You got into the drivers side and gave him a kiss before starting the car.

"So, how'd you know your tail oil was safe to use?" You asked as you drove, holding his hand.

"Uughhh." He groaned with a blush, making you laugh.

Kaeya

Grunts and groans filled the car as you and Kaeya made out, the music from the party you two escaped from becoming background noise to you two. Your hands were groping each other as you sucked on his tongue.

Fuck this was so wrong, he was your best friends brother. His brother who he rarely ever got along with. If he found out about this he'd be pissed, but Kaeya was too sexy to resist. When you saw him at the party all you could do was think about how hot he looked, about how much you wanted to kiss him. All of your doubts about pursuing him left once he pulled you into a heated kiss and asked if you wanted to take it further.

"Got a condom?" You asked, breathing heavily from the kiss. He smirked and pulled a condom out of his pocket, handing it to you. You placed it on the center console and undid his pants as he did the same to you.

"Shit, I don't have anything to prep you with." You said.

"It's okay, I prepped before I got here." He replied seductively as he spread his legs.

"Fuck Kaeya, are you always this vulgar?" You asked, feeling yourself getting even harder from what he said.

"Nope. Only to people I really like." He said, as he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you down. Your heart skipped a beat from what he said. He liked you? Like liked you? It could just be the heat of the moment that made him say it, but you were going to take it as a win anyway.

You tore open the condom and put it on your dick, lining it up with Kaeya's hole. You looked up at him and saw him nod, so you pushed in. He moaned softly as you filled him up, breathing heavily from your large size.

"Holy shit you're big." He laughed out as he caught his breath. You lifted up his legs so you'd have more room and started thrusting into him. He was so fucking tight, you could barely move. You were honestly suprised Kaeya wasn't in any pain right now, unless he was just good at hiding it.

Thrusting into the blue haired man got easier as you kept going, his hole taking you smoothly as it got used to your size. You leaned down and kissed him as you fucked him, muffling his moans with your lips. Kaeya was clinging onto you for dear life, your cock constantly hitting all the right places. He had never been with someone so good at sex. He swears he hit the jackpot with you, especially because of how loving your touch was. You were gentle enough to show that you actually cared about him, yet rough enough to where he felt fucking amazing.

Kaeya wrapped his legs around you so you'd fuck deeper inside him, his moans becoming louder. They were so sweet to hear, they were like a prize. A prize you got for making him feel so good.

Your thrusts got sloppy as you got closer to release. You could tell Kaeya was close too, his moans got loud and his grip on you tightened.

"G-gonna cum (Name)." He warned, his nails digging into the back of your shirt. You nodded and thrusted faster, feeling him tighten up as he came. His leg's trembled from his intense orgasm and his moans turned into soft whines. You finished in your condom because of how tight he became, and held onto him as he kept pulling you closer to him. He kissed you passionately beforing pulling away and cupping your face.

"I have a confession." He panted as he looked up at you.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I really like you, I have for a while. I wanted to ask you out tonight, but you looked so hot and I got carried away-" You cut him off with another kiss, though this one was more intimate, more loving. You couldn't believe the guy you had been secretly crushing on just confessed to you. Hell, you couldn't believe you just had sex with him. You pulled away and saw how shocked and flustered Kaeya looked.

"I feel the same way. I've been holding back because of- shit..." You cursed, realizing what you had just done.

"What is it?" He asked, worried that he did something wrong.

"Diluc. I forgot I came here with Diluc. He's why I didn't pursue you- shit he's going to kill me when he finds out." You said, slowly starting to panic. Kaeya pulled you out of him and sat both of you up.

"Diluc won't be mad at you. Don't worry, I won't let him. We may not get along, but we're still brothers. He'd be happy for us." He reassured. You nodded and gave him a hug before cleaning up and getting dressed.

"I don't think we should tell him tonight though, especially after doing what we just did." You said as you helped him out of the car.

"Oh definitely not, he'd kill me." Kaeya joked. You laughed and kissed him softly before parting ways to go find Diluc.

You really hoped he wouldn't question where you had been.

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This was honestly so fun to write but I lowkey started losing interest in the sex in Kaeya's part so that's why it's a bit sloppy.

Got a little carried away on Thoma's, don't mind that. 🤭

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Dom!codedJoel Miller x sub!coded fem reader

Fic description/ idea: Hyperfem!reader goes on a date with Joel, inviting him over for dinner, and a movie, on an early October evening. She’s a bit too feminine, childish, and very, very shy! That makes Joel want her even more <3

18+ mdni! protective Joel miller, hyperfeminine fem! innocent!reader, daddy!kink, breeding kink, corruption / innocence kink, bimbo/dumb!kink, praise/degradation! kink, bj, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) lil bit of service kink too

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Part two: spoiled

October 7, 2001. 6:55 PM

“Shit, shit… you thought to yourself. He was almost here. A sharp knock on the door. Seven o’clock sharp, like he said. You hastily make your last adjustments in the mirror. Your white acrylic nails brush down your light pink skirt, a white little tank with hearts on top.

You dressed as if you were a child, and sometimes had no common sense. You loved stuffed animals and the color pink. Everyone has always told you that you were way too giddy, innocent. You wore bows in your hair sometimes. Nobody ever saw you without some sparkling jewelry — gold, usually. The man you were going on a date with? A contractor.

A construction worker, who spent all day in the dirt, working. Physical work — something that you were just not strong enough for. You scoff as you imagine your dainty hands doing such work. A bottle of Dior perfume, some heart shaped earrings, a necklace. White sneakers, a pink cardigan to match.

Joel was your first date, well — ever.

Before him, you haven’t gone out with any man whatsoever. It’s been a few weeks since you first met him, and the two of you have been on a few dates outside so far. You loved walking down the street with him, his big strides besides your little ones, his large hand always on the small of your back, guiding you. You felt so nice, so safe.

You skip over to the door, worried that he might be mad at you for making him wait. You open it. His eyes quickly dart over to you. “Hey, sweetie. What took ya so long?,” he asks, his gaze making you a little weak in your knees. You lean against the doorway, just in case. “Umm…,” you start off.

“I'm just messin’ w ya. Can I?” You nod, and move aside so he can step in. Tonight, your date was just going to be at your home. You even ordered some dinner beforehand. Your nervousness makes your hands shake as you try to close the door behind you. He comes up behind, his hands over yours. “Let me help, yeah?” You nod, blushing a bit. His hands were just so much bigger than yours!

“Hey. I, um, made us dinner. Well, ordered some. I can set it up, just sit down anywhere,” you babble at him. He nods, sitting at the counter. You set up a few plates and some food in front of him, even folding a napkin for him before placing it in front of the plate. He chuckles to himself as he watches you frantically search for a glass. You set it down in front of him.

“Something to drink, Mr. Miller?,” you ask, glancing down at your shoes. You were just too nervous!! “Some beer would be nice,” he says with a half smile. He thought you were god damn adorable, unbeknownst to you, of course. You grab a beer from the fridge, your small hands twisting around the cap, trying to open it.

“Lemme have it. Thanks, sugar,” his brown eyes concentrate on opening the beer, something that came so easily to him, his biceps flexing as he opened it.

You try to get onto the tall stool that you had for your island. You loved how modern they looked, and they fit the elegance of your kitchen. Only thing — you were too short for it. You struggle a bit to lift yourself up onto the chair. “Let me,” he says as he gently helps you up, his calloused hands running over the plush of your hips for a bit. He smelled like Old Spice and sawdust. Actually, there was some on his hands, now on your skirt as well.

“Thank you, Mr. Miller. Or, um — I can call you Joel, right?,” you sheepishly ask him as he walks back to where he was sat before. “Of course, hon.’ Joel’s fine. That mister stuff is too formal anyways. We’ve been on a few dates anyway.” You giggle at his southern drawl, slow, like molasses. “Just bein’ honest,” he shrugs in defense as he sees you try and hide your laughter. “I’m just really having a good time,” you reassure him, and he smiles at you again. God — his smile just made you melt!

You clean the table and wash the dishes after him, as he sits manspread on the couch, head tilted, watching you. Unbeknownst to you, he loved it when a woman cared for him like you did. After you finish cleaning after him, (he did offer to help but you insisted —) he asked you to join him on the couch.

“C’mere, sweetheart. How about a movie, yeah?” You nod and scamper over to him. “Ya into horror? I brought some DVD’s. My daughter and I watch this stuff all the time. Figured you’d like it,” he explains, patiently waiting for you to respond. You were absolutely terrified of horror movies, yet you figured you wouldn’t want to disappoint him. You agree, and he shows you this DVD case with a glowing pumpkin and knife, titled “Halloween.” He explained to you that it was from the 1970’s, as he got the movie set up.

The opening credits began to roll, you snuggled a bit closer to him. He was a bit sweaty, but you did not mind, he was probably just exhausted from work. “Sorry if I smell, hun. We had a tough job today. Came straight here after I was done.” “It’s okay! Must be hard to build stuff,” you say in an attempt to relate. “Well, technically, contractors don’t always build. They plan too, sugar,” he explains with a bit of a chuckle.

“Oh…,” you trail off. Fuck, you felt stupid. You didn’t know much about many things. Some said that you lived under a rock. You sheepishly blush as he leans over to give your cheek a little peck as he starts the movie. “S’okay, hun. I get it,” he chuckles.

At first the movie didn’t seem too horrible — it was just a nice showcase of a teen’s mid afternoon in late fall. However, you started to hide behind your hands, grabbing the nearest pillow, whimpering a bit even when the killer came on screen! Joel noticed you were starting to get a little uncomfortable, your pink nails fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

“Scared?,” he asked nonchalantly. “Um. A bit,” you confess, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. “Don’t be. Jus’ a movie, hun. C’mere,” his hairy arm stretched out to you, draping over your shoulders (and hip!) as you leaned into him. You place your head on his shoulder, you feel his prickly beard on your forehead.

As the girl on the screen continued to be stalked by the silent killer, from across the street, from her school, her commute home…you slowly slinked down the couch, until your head was basically next to the pillow Joel was leaning against.

The girl on screen was now watching tv under her soft throw blanket, the camera drifting to the backyard, where the sharp chill of the October air lurks, alongside the killer, now behind a tree. You close your eyes, covering them with your hands. You peek at the movie, seeing the killer lure the girl into the backyard. He strikes!!

You watch in horror as the killer puts his large knife into the screaming woman. Tears well up in your eyes, and your vision gets blurry! You begin to sniffle, this movie was just so, so, frightening!

Joel, entranced by the movie, looks down to see you sniffling, trying to wipe away the tears with your sweater. He reaches over for the remote to pause it. “Hey. What’s wrong, huh?,” he asks, voice soft, gentle, as if not to spook you.

“It’s a little scary. What if he comes after me??,” you ask him, voice breaking with a few sobs in between. “I’ll turn it off then. Should’ve told me ya didn’t like movies like this, darlin.’ I wouldn’t have watched it with ya,” he almost reprimands you, just like a dad would to his little girl. You sniffle some more, your doe eyes looking up at him.

He couldn’t let you know, of course, that your tears and cute little frown were making him hard as a rock. Well — not yet, at least.

He gently pulls you onto his lap, his calloused hands the size of your knee, easily wrapping around your thighs. This soothed you a bit, as well as igniting an ache in you — an ache that you rarely had.

“Was just a bit scary. But, I wanted to watch it to make you happy, Joel,” you tell him, a bit ashamed of yourself. “You already make me happy, sugar. Just by bein’ here with me. I’ll turn this off, yeah?”

You nod, clinging to him still as he turns off the tv. You smile at him, grateful that he has made you feel better. “Sorry if it scared ya. You probably don’t know much about things, but that’s okay,” he apologizes, his face getting closer a bit. “Is it ok if I kiss ya? You don’t have to say yes,” he reassures.

You giggle a bit. “I’d, um — actually like to. Cause I like you, you know?,” you shyly ask him, expecting a reaffirmation,validation, of your feelings for him.

“I’m glad,” he whispers, wiping some tears from your face. His large hand on your cheek guides your face closer to him, his soft lips meeting yours for a kiss. You felt his prickly beard on your soft cheeks, he tasted faintly of mint, some of the sawdust still stuck to his fingers rubbed off on your cheek.

His kisses got more aggressive, and there you felt that itch again! What was it?? He pulls away for a sec. “You still doing okay, sweetie? You wanna take this a bit further?,” he asks. You think. You were not sure. You never went further with anyone, ever.

“I do, here’s the thing, I — um, never did any of that stuff before. I hope it does not hurt…,” you trail off. He chuckles at your innocence. God — he was going to ruin you. In the best way possible.

“We’ll take it slow, yeah, kid? Your outfits n’ all, your hair, these cute lil’ things,” he points at the pink butterfly clip in your hair. “It just makes you look so goddamn adorable. Wanted ya for a while, hun.”

The heavy blush spread across your cheeks is paralyzing. You’re paralyzed. He’s so close, his veiny hand on your thigh, his stubble, his smooth Texan voice…fuck it. You wanted him. You wanted to go all the way.

“Okay, Joel. Let’s do it. You’ll show me, right?,” you ask, voice shakier than ever. Only his presence had your heart rate skyrocketing. “Yeah, sugar. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he says softly.

His hands grip your thighs tightly, squeezing. You sighed from his sheer strength, his calloused hands and thick fingers caressed your soft and smooth thighs. Your little manicured hands found his face, and then draped around his neck, his thick arms (with a large vein running down each of them, and plenty of hair <3 ) sliding up to hold you by your hips. You grind a bit up onto him, the soft plush of your thighs on his waist, so big, so wide compared to you. His lips keep in a dance with yours, soft, slow, warm. You were losing your breath kissing him, and yet you loved feeling his stubble graze your chin, over and over again, while he periodically let out a deep moan. You keep grinding into him, stopping all of a sudden once you feel his hardness beneath those cargo pants covered in remnants of asphalt and dirt.

“Did I do that?,” you ask, innocently. He lets out a soft chuckle. “See, hun?

His hands knead at your soft, plush, hips, slowly grinding you onto his already semi-hard cock. The tip touched your lips, and although both of you were still clothed, you tried your best to suppress a moan. You failed. Seems like he failed, too.

“Wanna help me undress, sweetie?,” he asks you, breath heavy just like yours, your lips felt cold without his. You nod silently. He brings a hand to your cheek to pinch it a bit, smiling. “What a good girl you are, hun. Get on your knees f’me.”

You do as said, sitting on your knees in front of him, his legs manspread. “Help me take off my belt, yeah?,” he asks, eyes meeting yours for assurance. You nod, you were ready. Your tiny hands find his brown, leather belt, struggling a bit to pull it off. Once the belt is loose, you wait for your next instruction. “Unzip. Go ‘head. I don’t bite,” he chuckles. “Not yet at least…,” he murmurs in a low tone.

Your face is hot, red and hot as you unzip his jeans, sliding them down, revealing his strong, hairy thighs, his toned lower legs, and most importantly — some gray boxers, sporting a noticeable tent.

Your eyes focus only on the tent. You swore you saw some pre-cum on those boxers. Fuck. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes. “What’s next, Joel?,” you ask, voice sickeningly sweet.

“Why don’t ya take off my underwear.” You do as said, his already hard cock springs out at you, the tip red, angry, leaking!! His cock had a large vein running down the right side, with some awfully plump <3 balls to match. You didn’t notice that you were drooling until Joel caught you.

“Drooling, huh baby? S’okay. I know I’m a lot to take in, kid,” he patronized you, as his big hand grabbed your face again, leading you closer to his cock. “Can use your mouth and hands, okay, kid? Don’t be afraid.” With that, his hand brings your face even closer to his cock. “Open wide,” he chuckles, and you do as said, tongue sticking out. With both his hands still on your face, he slides his cock in your mouth.

The tip feels heavy against your tongue, and drool covers the rest of his cock that is outside your mouth. You begin to gently suck, one hand at the base of his cock, the other fondling his balls. God — you started to hear the sound of those hearty moans coming from him, his big chest heaving, his shirt already off. He had so much chest hair!!!

His hands ran through your hair as you suckled on his throbbing cock. “Fuck. Mmm, that’s, that’s my good girl. My good little girl, pleasing me like this,” he moaned out, and you swore you felt yourself get wet. That was new to you.

His cock slides out of your mouth with a little pop. “‘Nough about me, sweetie. Why don’t you come sit on my lap? Take off that pretty pink skirt of yours, yeah?,” he asks, his smile predatory. He helps you off your knees, and pulls you into his lap, his hard cock now pressed directly against your lips.

“This okay?,” he asks, checking in. You nod, grinding your hips against him instinctively. He chuckles at your neediness. “Someone’s needy, huh? Does my little girl need daddy’s cock…,” he patronizes as he brings you in for a few kisses. “Daddy…,” you repeat back to him. That name fitted him, you thought. He was strong, caring, and most of all, took care of you and ALL your needs! <3

“Need it…,” you moan out, pausing for a bit, before adding a soft “daddy,” whispering it in his ear. He almost growls at you, hands bringing you closer to his dick, while he pulled off your skirt, revealing your pretty pink lace thong in view.

“Fuck. What I wouldn’t do to cum on this pretty lil’ thing of yours, sweetie. Y’know what, keep ‘em on,” he instructs you. You nod your head giddily, excited to finally take his cock.

After adjusting you and himself, his thick fingers trail gently over your lower abdomen, sliding in between your lips, massaging your lips and clit slowly, gently. He unclasps your bra, his large hands holding your tits, kneading them. You feel yourself losing your balance. He takes his fingers out, with a squelch <3

“Ah.. Joel!!,” you squeal out. “Already too much for my girl? Look at you, so wet f’me. You think that pretty pussy can take me?,” he questioned you.

“Yes! Yes, I promise. Please,” you beg him, as he tuts, almost not believing you. “Yes, what, sugar?” “Yes, daddy,” you obediently replied. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, pinching your cheek again with his strong fingers. With that, you feel the throbbing, hot tip slide into you. You already squeezed around his cock, so tightly, just wanting to be filled to the brim.

He groans loudly — “fuck. Pulling me in, sweet girl. Can I go deeper? How slow do ya want me?,” he asks you, still concerned since this was your first time.

“Want you in deep, daddy. Please, deep, and fast!!,” you cry out. “Alright hun. Grab onto daddy’s shoulders,” he instructs you, as he helps you move closer onto him, your hands moving to grip at the back of his wide back and neck, for support.

You feel him push into you, pulsing. He was in, halfway, and you already felt so full!! “Doing okay? Look at you, sweet girl taking my cock so well. Doing so good for me, sugar,” he moans out as he stills inside of you.

He had to be gentle, of course. He was sure there were going to be moments where his cock just simply bullied your pussy, but — now was not the time. It was your first time, after all. He was so glad to be the one to corrupt you. To give you your first, addicting, taste of cock. A taste you would never stop chasing.

“Gonna go all the way in now. Hold on, ‘kay?,” he reassures you. You nod, as he pushes into you all the way, in one big motion. His tip was reaching your cervix, brushing against that sweet spot perfectly!! He was that itch that you finally got to scratch.

He asks you how it feels. You tell him that you love every minute of it. With the help of his hands, he guided you up and down on his shaft, the sound of his soft, swollen balls hitting your lips was heard throughout the room. “J-Joel. F-faster. P-p-please.” Even with his cock pumping into you slowly, you were still almost at a loss for words.

“Look at you, using your manners f’me, sweetie. Doing good,” he patronizes you, it made you feel so needy, so dumb, just a cock hungry little thing all ready for him!!

He started bouncing you on his cock, faster, deeper, his balls now hit your lips!! All the while, his Texan voice just taunted and taunted you. “My good girl. Bouncing on my cock, like a little bunny.” You babble and moan in response. “Aww. Too full to talk, bunny? S’okay. You just sit there and take it,” he would say to you, in between kisses on your breasts and face!!

You were not sure about how much time had passed. All you knew was the feeling of him inside, twitching, his hearty, deep groans, pumping you full of his cum… you could barely sit up after how sore you were!! You had also experienced your finish too — it was amazing. The both of you came together, and after that you slowly started to drift into a sleep.

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“Ya with me, hun? Was I too rough?,” you wake to the sound of Joel’s voice. You were in your room, tucked under the soft, pink and fuzzy blanket throw you had over your bed. Joel was in his boxers and nothing else, next to you. You were in his arms, your head propped onto one of your stuffed animals. “Hi,” you murmur at him. “Hi,” he smiles back. “Was it okay? Did ya like it?,” he asks, with genuine concern. You nod, giddily. You tell him you loved it, and that you were glad that he was your first. He chuckled, “Glad you feel that way, sugar. I like these stuffed animals of yours too. They’re cute, like you,” he says, a warmth in his eyes. You smile back at him, bringing him into a kiss.

The two of you cuddled for a while longer, until he realized that he had to be back home. “But, um…Joel. My parents won’t be home for the weekend, and I don’t like being home alone,” you confess to him. Here was your innocence and naivety, once again. Most people found it annoying, or strange.

Not him.

He thought for a moment. “Ya know what, sugar. I’ll stay. You’ll be safe with me, sweets. Although I might have to go to work on Sunday,” he tells you sheepishly. You giggle and snuggle closer to him, his mustache brushing over your smooth face as he smothers you in gentle kisses. The rest of the night, the two of you spent it by watching more movies. He took care of you. He gave you what you needed, opened things for you, he even ran a bath for you later that night. How could someone be so sweet?

“You’re too nice to me, Joel,” you tease. “Sweet girls like you deserve nice, plain and simple, bunny.”

You giggle, a bit flustered as the next movie comes on screen. It was a perfect way to spend a chilly, October evening.

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I don't know if orders are still open. But if so, I would like to ask for more from Smiley, a part 3 with more notes for the dear and more delirious as if they were a couple or even Laura with her kidnapped idol

I love your writing - ☺💙

Aaaah thank you so much! It makes me happy when people like my writing because it’s one of my favourite things to do. :]

TW: Stalking, obsession, kidnap, implied murder and cannibalism

It’s been a long while since you were kidnapped - forced into the boot of a car blindfolded and taken somewhere. You aren’t sure where, but it feels cold and the ground is hard but smooth, like tiles. It’s been quiet for ages and you can’t tell if your smiley faced stalker is still in the room or if they’ve left you. Somehow, you feel too scared to look, even though you’ve spent so long trying to catch even a glimpse of their face. You can’t tell how long it has been - it might have been an hour or merely five minutes. But with a gulp and a nervous breath, you finally reach up and pull off the blindfold, looking around the room. You’re alone. It’s empty, the floor and all the walls covered in tiles like a wet room. Before you is a pile of notes. Some on the typical post it notes you were used to, others on random scraps of paper, notepad sheets, takeaway menus, napkins, pieces of ephemera. Every single one has been scrawled in that red ink.

“You’re finally home dear! I missed you!”

“Wait here for me.”

“Where the hell have you been?!!”

“We need to have a serious talk.”

“Let’s have our first date!”

“Come find me.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

They’re all contradictory, confusing, and many seem nonsensical. You aren’t sure which of the many instructions you’re supposed to adhere to. You listen out, but hear nothing, no footsteps or any sort of voice that could give you a clue as to where your captor was. You knew you had to take a chance. Perhaps there was a way to escape. Beyond the pile of notes was the door, and you grasped the handle, turning it and poking your head out. You see a hallway, much like one in any typical house. It’s dark, nearly pitch black, and you reckon it must be night. There isn’t a single light on in the house. You tip toe out, trying to keep quiet and avoid any floorboard creaks, but you pause when you feel something underneath your feet. You tap your pockets and realise your phone is gone. Of course your captor wouldn’t let you keep it. You squint through the darkness, your eyes adjusting and you can make out a trail of rose petals scattered on the floor. You feel certain that following them will have bad consequences, but perhaps there may just be a way out. With no other choice, you press on.

You follow the trail of petals down the stairs and into a room that looks like a kitchen. This room is dark too, but there is a little bit of illumination from two candles, set on top of a dining table. The table is set, good silver cutlery placed just so on top of folded serviettes, crystal glasses filled with a rich red wine, a beautiful linen table cloth protected by wooden placemats, on top of which are a pair of china plates placed across from one another, holding a still steaming dish. You take a cautious step closer and see the strange, gruesome meals - a sheep’s heart each, roasted and seasoned with salt and white pepper, sprigs of rosemary stuffed in the arteries at the top of the organ.

Well, you think it’s a sheep’s heart.

Before you can back away and try to find an exit, a gloved hand clamps over your eyes, as another grips your shoulder tightly enough to bruise and forces you to sit on the chair at the table. You yelp, but you’re too weak to resist, and the moment you collapse into the chair you’re blindfolded again. You start to whine and cry, but you’re gently shushed as the hand that covered your eyes before now caresses your cheek.

“You were meant to keep the blindfold on. You’ve spoiled the surprise,” your captor whispers. Their voice is strange, neither masculine not feminine, but just in that ambiguous middle range where it’s impossible to guess what gender they might be. You still don’t recognise that voice. You want to ask how you were meant to see the notes or the petal trail if you kept the blindfold, but you’re interrupted before you can say anything. Strong hands hold you tightly in a strange hug.

“It’s okay, the date’s not ruined. You’ve tried very hard to ruin date night recently haven’t you? Silly you. Don’t you know by now that I always get my way, darling?”

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hi hi jade! happy valentines! could u do “please don’t ever become a stranger” with sirius or steve? ty!!!!

luveline's valentine's mini party ♥︎

thanks so much! I messed with the dialogue a bit so it sounded more modern <3 fem!reader

"You're my favourite person," you say softly.

Sirius, hand in your hand, tugging you along through the shopping centre with his eyes on the windows you pass, turns to you with a confused smile.

"What'd you say?" he asks. He gives your fingers a squeeze.

"I said, you're my favourite person. Out of everybody I've ever met, everyone I know." You step as close to him as you can without knocking him over.

"Is that right?" His tone is teasing, his smile anything but. He looks so happy. "You're my favourite person, too."

"I was just thinking, you know? Out of everyone, and anywhere, I just wanna be with you. I don't care where we are."

You and Sirius walk until you reach the middle of the shopping centre, where a small boba/bakery is open planned. The air smells like cinnamon sugar and lime juice mixed together.

You sit down together on a bench and he's quick to accost you for some much too public affection, swinging his arm around your shoulder to hug you, his lips pressed soft to your cheek.

"Fuck, I love you," he mumbles. He breathes you in.

You push him away. Not because you don't want him close, but for the sake of the people around you. If you weren't in public right now you'd kiss him breathless. He's your baby, he's so pretty, and you love how he goes in for a hug before a kiss, every time.

"I love you too," you say.

Sirius beams. He leaves to grab drinks and warm treats, a basket of donuts and pretzels covered in warm brown sugar. The donuts are the real kind, a little chewy, and they're the best thing you've ever tasted. Your fingers dance around each other inside the basket, and Sirius lets you have the last pretzel, and it's so peaceful you could cry.

"Please don't–" You look up at him, stare him straight in the eyes. "I don't ever want you to be a stranger to me."

Sirius wipes his hands in a napkin. "That's not happening."

"No, but, if this doesn't work out. If we don't work out. I think that would be worse than losing you, knowing you're out there and we don't recognise each other anymore."

"Darling, this is very serious talk to be having over donuts." Sirius puts his hand behind your neck. "What's making you think about all this, hm? Things are perfect, aren't they?"

Despite how closed the question might seem, you know he wouldn't mind if you said, no, things aren't perfect. Well, he'd more than mind, he'd work until you fixed it. Reason a thousand why you love him.

"Things are perfect."

He beams. Pretty-mouth, high cheeks, a feminine look about his eyes that drives you mad, all those lovely long lashes, so thick and dark.

"We won't ever be strangers," he promises, scratching the nape of your neck lightly. "Now finish your pretzel. We still haven't been in the Yankee Candle shop, have we? You're gonna need two free hands."

"You're gonna need two free hands."

"That's my girl."

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frvnkcastles · 1 year

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YOU CAN LET IT GO ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You have never really been treated right, not until Frank comes along. He makes it his mission to show you love the best he can.

Warnings: She/her pronouns and feminine nicknames used, implied PTSD, past trauma, language

Word count: 2.3k

Author’s note: This is straight outta my life lmaoo, I suppose at this point I’m just writing for the traumatized girlies. I wish Frank was real :(

Frank didn’t find himself all that charming or special. His goal in life for the longest time had been to put down bad people, to a point where he couldn’t remember what it was like to have something else to get out of bed for. He hardly considered himself to be relationship material, and he damn sure did not plan on meeting someone and actually trying to be a person again rather than just a weapon.

And then, as the cliché goes, you came along. You didn’t think you were all that charming or special, either. He noticed that quickly. But you certainly thought so of one another — all of a sudden, he did have something to look forward to at the end of his long days, he had something to hold onto when the nightmares and the darkness in his head got a little too suffocating.

There, then, was his new goal. To offer the same to you, to help you hold on in the horrible, awful, no-good world that somehow had allowed you to cross paths and seek shelter in each other.

Most days, it was just existing by each other’s side. Other days were cruel and unkind and in need of some additional love.

”Here you go, sweetheart”, he spoke lowly while offering you a spoon for your tea, and with a smile, you accepted and proceeded to stir in your sugar. Late night stops at your favorite diner had become a habit, not to mention a release for the both of you, and a way to just spend time and breathe each other in. In here, nothing else existed but him and you.

Or at the very least, that was how it was supposed to be. Then, out of sheer stupid luck, you reached for a napkin and knocked the mug over, all of the contents spilling across the table and making their way to Frank’s lap in a quick pour. He jerked backwards in his seat, startled, and you were yanked into a state of complete panic as you began grabbing at the napkins and dabbing at the table.

”Oh, Christ, I’m so sorry, Frankie”, you huffed. ”Fuck, I don’t know what happened. I’m really sorry, hold on— take these… I’m so sorry”, you continued rambling, your hands beginning to tremble as more apologies hung in the air.

For a moment, Frank was taking the napkins as you gave them and trying to get the tea out of his jeans, but when you didn’t quiet down, he looked up at you and saw the genuine terror all over your face. You were shaking and not too many moments away from breaking into tears, but he could tell you were fighting the urge as hard as you could.

”Hey”, he grunted, stopping his ministrations only for you to keep feeding him more and more napkins. ”Baby”, he emphasized, and at that, you froze, looking up at him with your chest rising and falling rapidly from the urgent breaths threatening to tilt into a panic attack.

”It’s alright, sweetheart. It ain’t the end of the world”, he promised, tilting his head at you to look at you better when you tried to look away from him. ”Hey”, he repeated, ”I’m good. Don’t you worry ’bout me.”

You tried to take his gruff voice seriously, believe his words, but when you glanced over your shoulder and saw the few other people in the diner looking your way and whispering to each other, your stomach made a nauseating backflip.

”Don’t focus on them. Focus on me”, Frank spoke up, ever observant, and reluctantly, you turned back to him and he nodded at you. ”Attagirl. Feel ya driftin’ away but I need ya to stay with me”, he pleaded with a stern but loving tone, his eyes glued on you when you slowly started breathing easier.

”I didn’t mean to”, you whispered, your voice so fragile it could have broken under the weight of your words.

Reaching for your hands, Frank gently caressed the skin with his thumbs and held you tight. ”I know, baby. I know you didn’t. I ain’t upset. No one is upset. Aight?” he promised softly, giving you a small smile to reassure you.

With a deep inhale, you nodded and returned the smile. Maybe he did mean it. And maybe, you could believe it.

It had been the first time you had nearly broken down in such a manner in front of him, but it certainly wasn’t the last. Slowly but surely, Frank figured out that someone hadn’t treated you right in the past and whatever had happened then, was still bleeding into the now. Instead of running away like you thought he might, however, he clung onto you even tighter.

If you could love him despite everything… he wasn’t going to let your difficulty to let yourself be loved stand in his way.

He could still vividly remember the time you finally opened up to him. You told him about the abuse you had endured, the ridicule and neglect that had been shot at you, and he didn’t have it in him to not cry. Quietly, but the tears filled his eyes, nonetheless. His trigger finger itched terribly and all of a sudden, his list of people to maim and kill had gotten that much longer.

But the part that got him? You tried to comfort him.

”I know it’s a lot to take in. Are you okay? Do you need anything?” you queried with a frown, your hand landing on Frank’s knee as you ached to wipe his tears away. ”It could be worse. Having you has really helped”, you added with a weak smile, trying to reassure him that you weren’t in a pit as dark as you had been before.

”Sweetheart, you’re killin’ me”, he whispered, leaning forward to place a hand on the back of your head and pull you in to kiss your forehead. ”Are you okay? This got nothin’ to do with me right now. I wanna take care of you”, Frank insisted, and with a soft sniffle, you shrugged.

”No one’s ever really said that to me”, you exhaled shakily, and with an angry huff at everyone who had ever wronged you, Frank reeled you into his arms and hugged you tight. Tighter than you had ever been hugged.

And Christ, he did not want to let go.

It wasn’t always sad, though. The two of you had more than enough happy moments — in fact, ever since you had huddled up together, you had both been happier than without each other.

Sometimes, you’d be watching a movie or a game on TV and in your excitement, you’d laugh out loud or cheer in a way that had Frank’s lips curving upwards. You seemed so free of worries, invested in the moment, and it filled his heart with something warm and fuzzy. But, more often than not, you surprised even yourself with how loud you were being, and it never took you that long to turn to Frank with a frown and apologize.

”Sorry. I’ll be more quiet”, you’d whisper, shifting uncomfortably on your side of the couch, pulling into yourself as much as you could.

Frank, on the other hand, always made sure to squash any anxiety you had. ”Baby, you be as loud as you fuckin’ want. I goddamn love seein’ you so excited and giddy. Cute as fuck, ’s what you are”, he’d insist, always knowing exactly what to say, his eyebrows knitted together but his mouth turned into a genuine smile.

And when you’d smile back at him, sheepish but grateful for what he had said, he could never resist peppering you with kisses to make you giggle and break out of your shell, once more.

You truly became braver with his help, found your footing in your developing relationship, and it was more clear to him than ever when you came home one day, a shy smile on your face and something curious twinkling in your eyes.

”I got you something”, you mumbled after he had pulled you into a kiss as a greeting, holding you against the countertops in your kitchen while you made sure to balance your hands behind your back to avoid spoiling the surprise.

Tilting his head at you, Frank chuckled. ”Yeah? I get to know what it is?” he wondered with a lick of his lips, and with your smile widening into a mischievous smirk, you revealed your present to him.

At the sight of a black snowglobe with a miniature Punisher inside the shiny glass, Frank broke into a grin of his own. You had spotted different vigilante-adorned snow globes in a bodega near your apartment building, and as soon as you had shaken the artificial snowflakes onto the gun-toting figure, you had chuckled to yourself and dug out your wallet.

”Do you like it?” you asked carefully, hoping that you hadn’t crossed a line, and without hesitation, Frank took the globe from your nimble fingers and shook it to make the snow fall.

”Kiddin’ me? I love it. I’mma take real good care of it”, he promised before placing a finger on your jaw and tilting your head up so he could kiss you, slow and deep. ”Thank you, baby”, he muttered against your lips, giving one more brief peck before pulling away and observing his new ornament a little closer.

”Really?” you questioned once more, joy spreading over your face as you nervously watched him, hesitating to believe someone would be so sincerely appreciative of what you had gotten them.

With a nod, Frank threw an arm over your shoulders and squeezed you close to his chest. ”Swear on my life, sweetheart. Think it would look good on the truck’s dashboard?”

You were now thinking back to that exchange, deep in your own mind while the hum of the radio kept company to the two of you. Frank’s warm hand was interlocked with yours, his eyes on the road while yours remained on the glued snowglobe right where he had planned on putting it. A small smile touched upon your lips, and with a deep exhale, you turned to face Frank whose features were contorted in a familiar scowl. Only when he glanced at you, his eyes softened and a playful smirk appeared in place of his usual grimace.

”We’re here”, he spoke up, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine as you turned to look where his finger was pointing. Through the windshield, you could see the restaurant you had been dreaming about for months now — the only thing was, it was quite expensive and fancy settings were hardly your favorite. But you had told Frank that with him, you’d feel safe.

Turning back to him with wide eyes and an agape mouth, you watched him steer the car into the parking lot with effortless movements. ”Here? What—what are we doing here?” you wondered, not sure if you could believe your eyes.

”Well”, Frank began after stopping the car, ”it’s your birthday tomorrow, darlin’. But I remember you tellin’ me that surprises on the day make you anxious, ’cause there’s no tellin’ if one’s comin’ or if people just forgot.”

All you could do was stare. He remembered that?

”I didn’t forget. But I figured you’d be more comfortable if we got the big surprise out of the way. So, uh, a few months ago I made a reservation for this place just for your special day”, he explained, and slowly, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to bite down and stop the tears from escaping your eyes.

”Don’t get me wron’, I ain’t skippin’ on all the love tomorrow. I’mma make sure my girl is spoiled”, he broke into a grin, only for it to soften into an almost nervous smile. ”Does that sound okay with you, sweetheart?”

You sniffled, and for a second concern gleamed over his eyes. But then you spoke up, your lip wobbling and tears inevitably sliding down your cheeks. ”You remembered”, you whispered, and you sounded so, so sincerely surprised that Frank felt a punch to his heart.

”Honey, ’course I remembered”, he frowned, taking your hand in one of his own and using the free one to reach for your cheeks and wipe your tears away softly. ”I remember, aight? I remember the way you take your tea. Your favorite flowers. Which shirt o’mine you love to steal. Which nail polish you wear the most often. What you hate having in your burgers. What you’d name your dog if you got one. Which shirt you hate on yourself, even though you look gorgeous…”, he trailed off, licking his lips and leaning in closer so he could look you in the eyes, lifting your chin up for him to do so.

”I love you, don’t you know?” he muttered, and with a fervent nod, you jumped in to reassure him.

”I don’t doubt you, I’m just… not used to it. But it feels really nice to not be the only one putting in an effort”, you cracked a smile, instantly causing Frank to mirror the expression. ”I love you, Frank.”

”Attagirl”, he whispered, leaving a kiss on your forehead before brushing your tears away with his thumb and sighing. ”Feel like eatin’ a fuckton of expensive food, huh?” he wondered then, and when you nodded, he flashed a grin.

A part of you wanted to be prepared for the worst, to expect the other shoe to drop. Sure, things were good now, but what about tomorrow? What about a week from now? A month, two months?

But for the first time in a long time, he made it so that you didn’t feel worry or anguish over being treated with love and care. For the first time, you could just revel in it and know with your whole heart that he meant every bit of it.

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