#he's been super sweet and trying to leave her better off than they got into the relationship

[luv4kozume]

🍯 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 — CHRIS STURNIOLO

Chris x Fem!Reader

Contains: Swearing, pet names (baby, ma), safe word (not used), blindfold, oral f!receiving, fingering, praise, use of sex toy (vibrator), missionary, overstimulation, multiple f!orgasms, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, established relationship. Proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Chris finds a box of your sex toys while cleaning your room.

Word Count: 4,697

💋 — Requested: “can u do one where chris finds the readers vibrator in her room and he asks her ab if and then they have sex and he used the vibrator and make it super freaky yk”

💋 — Requested: “hiyaa!! i was wondering if u could write something where matt/chris overstimulate the reader”

a/n: I combined two requests for this one teehee.

The vibrator in this is based off the magic wand plus with four settings (not me exposing myself, bye). I may or may not have had a little bit too much fun w this request!? 😨

Served up real freaky as requested, ENJOY BABIES!!! 💞

*:･ﾟ✧ 💌 *:･ﾟ✧

A thrawt sigh fell from your lips as your fingers clicked against the keyboard. You sat in bed, your back pressed into the pillows and your knees up with your laptop resting in your lap.

You had already been pushing off this assignment for the past week and was dangerously close to the deadline. You were trying so desperately to get done with this paper as your boyfriend, Chris, sat across the room.

He sat hunched over in his gaming chair, caught in a trance in front of his PC. The sleeves of his orange hoodie draping around his arms as his fingers moved rapidly against the controller. His eyes scanning back and forth on the screen and tongue poking out in concentration.

“No! You’re fucking trash!!” He screeched into the mic of his headset, causing you to jump.

You were already overwhelmed and his constant screaming and hollering was not making it any better.

To be fair, he did ask you beforehand if you would mind if he played the game while you did your assignment. At the time the gesture seemed sweet and endearing, and you didn’t mind having him in the same room. But now you were beginning to regret it.

Even though he was irritating you, you still wanted him here with you. But you couldn’t help it when another frustrated sigh slipped out. You could feel your temples pounding as you massaged them with the tips of your fingers.

Chris’ eyes flicked over towards the corner of his PC, seeing just a bit of you through the reflection of the screen. He muted his mic and took off his headset, letting it rest on the back of neck before spinning the chair around to face you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, in a much more relaxed tone than before.

“Nothing.” You reply, still trying to rub away that pounding headache of yours. “Just frustrated. And you’re so loud.”

He felt awful, he hadn’t even realized how disruptive he had been. The chair squeaked a bit as he rose up from it, leaving his headset and controller on the desk before making his way towards the bed.

You watched as he nearly tripped over the many clothes that scattered the floor. The bedroom had been a mess for the past week and it was driving you crazy. You just hadn’t had the time or motivation to tidy up and that may have been another reason why you felt so overwhelmed.

The mattress moved a bit as he sat on the edge of the bed, his palm wrapping around your knee in a loving manner before looking up into your tired eyes.

“Go take a shower, I got it.” He says in almost a whisper, nodding his head towards the door.

“Got what?” You ask raising a brow, he only cleaned up whenever you suggested him to.

“The room. I know you hate it when things are a mess so just chill out. I got it.” Chris repeated, a dumb smirk growing on his face at your unamused expression.

“Okay.” You huff out, shutting off your computer and placing it in the center of the bed before hopping out. “Thank you.”

“You don’t gotta thank me.” He replied, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

*ೃ༄

The sound of the shower running had faded into the background as Chris started gathering piles of clothes from the floor. Making two separate stacks to decide what was dirty and clean.

He had made a mental goal for himself to get finished with everything by the time you get out of the shower. That way, you’d be able to fully relax. He even shut off his game.

It only took a few more minutes to finally get rid of all the clothes, which thankfully was the bulk of the mess. There was concerning amount of empty pepsi cans laying around his side of the bedroom, so he quickly gathered those and took them to the trash.

Once he returned back in the room, he checked under the bed to make sure that there weren’t any more soda cans that may have rolled under— he knew how much that drove you crazy and didn’t want to get you worked up anymore tonight.

Luckily, there weren’t any but there was something out of the ordinary that caught his attention.

“Huh?” He voiced aloud, focusing his eyes on the small pink box he had never seen before. Curiously, he grabbed onto it and slid it against the carpet towards him.

He sat on the floor with his legs crossed, the box laying in his lap. He took a peek just above the bed at the open door to make sure you weren’t in sight to see him snooping through your things. He knew how embarrassed you’d be if you were to find out.

He had just assumed it was just ordinary girly things like makeup or more clothes. But why did you have it tucked away under your bed?

His fingers grazed over the lid before finally opening it, his eyes widening at the lewd sight in front of him. He certainly wasn’t expecting that.

In the box laid a large blue and white vibrator with three small buttons on the side. It came with a charger that was laying right next to it, along with a pink, silk blindfold.

His heart raced in his chest at the many thoughts running through his mind. All he could think about was the way you could’ve used this on yourself. How you would squirm against the sheets, your face twisting up in pleasure as you pressed the toy against your clit.

An idea about tag teaming you with it consumed those thoughts. He wondered if you would be able to handle both—him and the toy—at the same time.

How you’d look and sound with your vision impaired, the vibrator pressed against you, and his dick ramming into you at a brutal pace. He thought about all the possible positions he could get you in, how your voice would begin to crack after he made you cum over and over again, how you—

“I’m starting to feel so much better!” You beamed, clutching your white bath towel up to your chest. But you don’t see Chris right away, you could hear something shut close and your boyfriend instantly shot up from the floor with his arms behind his back.

“Hey.” Chris spoke, a devious smile tugging at his lips. He tried his best to sound nonchalant but that grin on his face was a dead give away that something was up.

“Hi?” You giggle, pulling out a drawer from the dresser to get some clothes to change in.

He walks over towards you, still keeping his hands behind his back, as he shuts the drawer closed with his knee.

“What, weirdo.” You joke, looking up into his eyes.

“You just won’t be needing clothes. That’s all.” He shrugged.

“And why is that?” You ask, crossing your arms together. Assuming that it has something to do whatever he was hiding.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He replied, finally revealing the mystery to you.

Your mouth fell open and your ears grew hot, seeing your vibrator in one hand and a silk blindfold in the other. You hadn’t used either of them since you and Chris got together. In fact, you almost forgotten about them since you had them tucked away.

“Chris!” You squeal, a wave of embarrassment rushing through you. You reached out, trying to yank it away from him but you were left unsuccessful when he had it raised just above your head.

“When’s the last time you used it?” He asks, ignoring your pouting.

“I don’t remember, it’s been a while.” You huff out, adjusting your towel back up to your chest.

“Well, what do you think about using it right now?” He suggested with a smirk.

You felt like your knees were going to give out just by his simple question. You already knew exactly what he meant but you couldn’t form the right words to respond. He searched your eyes for an answer and to him, the message they were sending was blatantly clear.

You watched as he tossed the toys at the foot of the bed. Two strong hands slipped around your waist, pulling you in towards him. His fingers dug into the creases the fuzzy towel made around your figure as he pressed his lips against yours.

Your brows furrowed together, whimpering at how Chris hungrily kissed you. His tongue slipping past the plumpness of your lips to get a taste of your own. Your arms reached up around his neck, lazily draping them around his body, allowing your towel to drop around your ankles.

He only groaned into the kiss, blood rushing towards his dick knowing that you were completely nude. His hands slithered down your curves to cup your ass.

You whimpered at this, a bit of saliva trickled down your chin as his tongue swirled against yours in a way that set your body ablaze.

Your hands slid down past his chest and rested on his biceps, entangling your fingers into the soft, thick fabric of his hoodie. You gave a slight tug at his clothing, telling him that you wanted to take this to the bed so that you wouldn’t have to pull away from his lips.

You feel his grin grow on his face, letting out a low chuckle before uttering the word, “Up.”

You let out whine, jumping up from the floor and into his grasp. Scooping you up by the bottoms of your thighs and pressing your body up against his so that your stomach was flushed with his own.

The kiss now turned into a sloppy mess as you tilted your head in the opposite direction of his. Your teeth clashing together and the sounds of them smacking bounced off the walls— eliciting even more delicious groans from him that made your core tingle with excitement.

His feet dragged against the carpet as he slowly carried you over to the bed, not daring to pull away from your lips in the process. The bed frame creaked as the two of you adjusted against the mattress.

Your fingertips grazed just over his stubble, pulling him in closer as your legs fell open. Allowing for his hips to rest in between them. He swallowed each whine that escaped past your lips as he shamelessly rutted his bulge against your bare pussy. Your arousal staining the fabric of his grey sweats.

He earned another whine from you once he finally pulled away, rising up between your legs. Your chest heaved as you watched his fingers loop underneath the hem of his hoodie, tugging it up over his head and tossing it to the floor.

His black tee raising up just a bit, getting a good glimpse of the happy trail that decorated his toned stomach before falling back down. His silver chain glittering in the dim lighting the lamp illuminated in the bedroom. He saw the hungry look in your eyes, subconsciously asking him for more.

“Want this off too, ma?” He taunts, pulling at the bottom of his shirt only to leave you a flustered mess.

He already knew the answer before you gave him a cute nod, already pulling away at his clothing and letting it join his hoodie on the floor.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, seeing his hand grab hold of the small piece of silk and bringing it up to your face. You already knew what he was going to do, your arms bent so that you could prop yourself up by your elbows. This allowed him to stretch the elastic band over your head, bringing the silk down to your forehead.

“You can tell me when you want it off, okay? You know the word.” He reassured, before bringing the blindfold down over your eyes.

“Okay.” You reply, adjusting yourself back into the mattress.

Your mouth fell open just slightly and your hands balled up into weak, shy fists as they rested on your chest. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in every part of your body, nervously waiting for Chris’ next move.

Your hips buck up from the bed when you felt both of his warm hands wrap around your waist. Usually you weren’t this animated when your boyfriend touched you, but now that one of your senses had been hindered, it made every touch seem much more than it actually was. If this is how you reacted with just his hands on you how would you react to the vibrator?

His hair gently brushed against your skin as he peppered tender kisses into your stomach. You wiggled into his grasp, your arms naturally falling against your sides, allowing his head to come up further to press kisses into your chest.

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling him cup your breasts and squeeze them together. Butterflies filling your stomach as you felt his clothed dick press into your core once again. You could feel your cheeks and ears growing hot from all the intensity.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, baby. You know how much I love ‘em.” Chris coaxed against your skin before wrapping his lips around your nipple.

Your brows knitted together and your teeth let go of your lips, allowing a faint whimper to slip out. His chain pressing into your skin as his stomach was flushed with yours. He groaned against the plushness of your skin, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, arching your back up from the bed.

Your palms flattened against his shoulder. A low vibration coursed through you as Chris hummed against your skin, loving the way your nails sank down into his flesh. Your hips squirmed underneath him, desperately trying to get that sweet relief of friction down below. It was like an itch you just couldn’t scratch.

You heard a slight popping sound once he released from your nipple, only to show the next one the same amount of attention.

His fingers pressed into the already wet, sensitive bud. Gently rolling it between his fingertips as his tongue flicked against the other.

His cock twitched against the constricting fabric of his boxers as a series of whines slipped past your lips. He loved being the cause of them and couldn’t wait to pull even more out of you.

Another popping sound came, you sighed feeling the warmth of his damp lips now pressing into your hot skin. Leaving a trail of sloppy kisses from your ribcage down to your waist. His thumbs tracing circles into your hips and a few soft strands of his hair tickled against you as his head slowly inched its way between your legs.

Two strong hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, slowly prying them open to leave you whimpering at how exposed you felt. Your heart pounded in your ears as you tried to prepare yourself for what was about to come, but Chris moved at a terribly slow pace that made it nearly impossible to predict what he was going to do next.

Was he going to use his tongue or perhaps his fingers? Or shit, maybe he’d start right off with the vibrator. All those thoughts fogged up your mind and you couldn’t tell if your face was hot with embarrassment or excitement.

Either way, all those thoughts came to an end once he finally gave you what you craved the most— direct contact.

His name slipped out in a sharp gasp when you felt his tongue flatten against your clit. He licked a stripe on it before pulling away with a smirk, humming in amusement over how worked up you were getting from just his tongue. Perhaps he should blindfold you more often.

Your fingers clenched onto the sheets, feeling his tongue start from your slick entrance. He made sure to gather each drop of your sweet juices before bringing his mouth back up to your puffy clit.

“Fuck.” You sighed, your legs quivering around his head. Your toes started to curl in and your back raised up from the mattress as he stayed latched onto your cunt as if his life depended on it.

Your arousal had already saturated his lips, dripping down his chin and soaking into the satin sheets. His grip remained strong around your hips, reducing the amount of wiggling you could do.

His prickly stubble brushed against your thighs as the sound of his lips smacking filled your ears. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach from all the lewd sounds that came from him, being sure to soak up everything in this moment.

Your fingers made their way towards his hair, combing through his locks before slightly tugging at his scalp. Eliciting a low grunt from him that sent pleasing vibrations into your core.

You whimpered as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach start to build up, a telltale sign that you were fairly close. Chris is also aware of the fact, knowing how your voice tends to get higher as you approach your high.

“Chris..” You plea, rustling against the sheets. “Baby, I’m close..”

His eyes flicked up to you, although you can’t see him, he couldn’t help but look up at you. Your lips poking out in a needy pout, your brows furrowing together, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving— so sweet and angelic as you were slowly beginning to unravel right before his eyes.

“Come on, let go for me.” He uttered against your flesh before diving right back in and attacking your most sensitive bit.

“Oh, shit.” You cry, tossing your head back into the pillows, your whole body now levitating off the mattress. The elastic band of your orgasm now snapped after hearing his melodic words of confirmation.

His tight grip around you loosened just a bit giving you the opportunity to smush his face in between your thighs. His cheeks glowing a rosy hue as his nostrils flared against you, his tongue remained glued to your clit as you rode out your high.

Your body melted back into the sheets and your legs slowly fell back open. You exhaled a sigh as you were starting to catch your breath, only to let out a sharp gasp once you felt a sudden feeling of stimulation.

Your clit twitched against his lips as he pressed a kiss into your folds, his face now glistening in the dim lighting just as much as your pussy. A timid, shaky hand raised up to push his head away, a low conniving chuckle soon followed.

“It’s sensitive..” You whined, attempting to close your legs.

“You don’t think I can get one more out of you?” He asked in a taunting voice. His large hands roaming all over your body, sending a shiver down your spine. “Please baby, for me?”

“But—“ You start to protest, only to be cut off.

His hips made their way back in between your legs, he leaned in towards you so that his stomach was now flushed with yours. You could feel his chain dangling just over your breasts as he lowered himself down, various strands of hair now brushing against your cheek as he peppered kisses into the nape of your neck.

“You know the word when it’s too much.” He coaxed in your ear, his kisses now getting lower as his hand slithered down last your stomach.

“Chris!” You gasped, feeling the pads of his fingers press into your swollen clit. He wasted no time massaging quick yet gentle circles into your sensitivity.

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for my cock, yeah?” He groaned, his fingers sliding down your slick folds, making sure to coat them up good with your juices before daring to slip inside your entrance.

Your arms draped around his neck, nails digging into his back as his lips were now pressing kisses into your cheek, slowly inching them towards the corner of your mouth and then finally your lips.

Your tongue intermingled with his own as his fingers slowly pressed their way inside, dipping deep into your wetness. Chris swallowed your moans as he started pumping the two digits inside you. Your moist, spongy walls hugged around him just right, it had his cock weeping in his boxers to be set free.

“Squeezing around me so.. fucking.. nice.” He groaned against your lips in between smacks. “Can’t wait to fill that pussy up with my dick, you’d like that, huh? Fuck you full of my cum?”

Before you could give him an answer, all of the pleasure and warmth was gone. You whined loudly in frustration, bucking your hips up into the air, desperate for more. You were working up another orgasm only for it to be snatched away in a blink of an eye.

“Be patient, baby.” He chuckles at your pathetic pouting. All you could hear was the bed frame squeaking and the weight shifting in the bed, you assumed he was getting up. “All good things come in time.”

A clicking noise soon followed that, then the sheets rustled as his knees sank back down into the mattress. You didn’t know this of course, but he had the biggest grin plastered across his face knowing that he had the upper hand in the situation— perhaps he was enjoying this a little too much.

His grey sweats and boxers were now scattered on the floor, his neglected cock rising up to his stomach, twitching at the wondrous sight in front of him. The vibrator sat up in his dominate hand as the other slowly pried your legs back open.

A low whimper escaped past your lips, feeling the head of the vibrator press against you. Chris ran the silicone along your wet folds before finally bringing it back up to your aching clit. His free hand pressed into the back of your thigh, his thumb massaging into your plush skin.

“Oh, fuck..” You whined, your body curled up towards him as he clicked one of the blue buttons on.

The toy giving off a low yet pleasing sensation that traveled all throughout your body as he pressed the toy further into your core. That same devious grin remained on his face, growing bigger by the second as he watched you squirm about. Making the weakest attempts to wiggle away from the overstimulation.

“Don’t run away, now. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He whispered, his free hand forcing your hips down in place. His thumb tauntingly brushed over the button just before raising the setting up to two.

Your legs now shaking and your bottom lip was tucked behind your teeth, trying your best to contain yourself but Chris made it terribly difficult.

“Have you ever made it to four?” He asked, keeping the silicone head right on your clit, occasionally pressing deeper into you to give you that extra pressure. Your hips stuttered in his grasp each time he did so.

You could hardly withstand the intensity of the second setting, you couldn’t possibly imagine attempting the fourth. Shit, you haven’t even experienced the third.

Your jaw fell open, attempting to give him an answer but your mind was all fogged up. Broken moans slipped out between each incoherent word, leaving you trembling in embarrassment when you heard Chris laugh.

“You can work up to it, baby. Don’t worry.” He cooed.

Your breath hitched in your throat as the bed shifted, the vibrator rocking into your cunt as he adjusted himself in the bed. His fingers wrapped around your dainty wrist, slowly bringing it up to the toy.

“Gonna be good for me and hold it up?” He says, finally passing it over to you once you replied with a feverish nod.

You whimpered as your fingers grazed his, grabbing a hold of the vibrator. Your breathing slowed just a bit as you had gotten used to the sensation by now.

That was until another clicking sound came and you nearly screamed feeling the toy rise to the third setting.

Both of your hands now wrapped around it’s handle as your entire body trembled. You were so close to letting the safe word slip out.

Despite the overwhelming amounts of pleasure coursing through you, deep down you knew that the last thing you wanted was for it to end.

“Atta girl, you’re doing so good.” Chris purred with a smirk.

His fingers wrapped around the base of his member, slowly pumping it before aligning his tip with your sopping wet entrance. His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he teasingly ran his head against your folds, making sure to lather his cock in your juices before finally slipping himself inside.

“Fuck, fuck..” You whined, feeling your second orgasm quickly creeping up on you.

A low groan slipped past the brunette’s lips, his chin dropping down to his chest as your plush walls hugged around him in all the right ways. His fingers dug into your thighs, pushing your legs up further to your chest, causing your tits to squeeze together.

The new angle allowed him to press his way into you deeper. Your back arched as you felt his girth stretching you out, his head kissing that sweet, sensitive area inside you that made your toes curl and voice hoarse.

“Squeezing the life outta me, s-shit.” He stuttered, wasting no time ramming his pelvis into your hips.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, your breathing quickening and your voice now raspy from how much you’ve been crying. Your clit ached against the vibrator, not knowing how much more you could take— but still refusing to say that word.

His eyes flicked down to your hands, your grip so tight on the handle that your knuckles changed color. He couldn’t hold back his laugh as he gazed at the button, so tempted to see how you’d react to the highest setting.

As much as he’d love to prolong this little session, he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Especially with you clenching around him so tight, his veins twitched along your walls as his orgasm crept up on him too.

Click!

“Chris! No, no, no..” You squealed, at the sudden change of speed. The new sensation too much to bare and had you cumming in an instant, your juices spraying all over the toy and Chris.

You dropped the toy, attempting to catch your breath but Chris kept on going. His thrusts were quicker and much more sloppy now.

He raised up your silk blindfold with a pinch, locking his eyes into your glossy ones. His hands now back on your hips, raising you up from the mattress as he pounded into you, showing you no mercy.

The sight was nearly enough to send him over the edge. Your bouncing tits, your strained voice, the erotic sound of your wetness. A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he peered down at your core, amazed at how much you came. He really got a kick out of watching himself stuffing you full of his cock.

Your hands wrapped around his for leverage before hiccuping a quiet, “Hurry..” warning him that you were close to tapping out and calling it quits.

Luckily for him, it wasn’t long before he finally came, his hot seed spilling out into you— filling you up to the brim. You chanted his name like it was prayer, your brain unable to think of anything else other than him and his dick.

His body collapsed on top of you, his lips lazily kissing away at your pouty ones. His cock still inside you, twitching about as your thumbs traced along his rough stubble.

After a few moments had passed, he finally pulled out with a sigh, leaving you whining from sensitivity. The sheets were soaked with cum and your bodies were both a sweaty and sticky mess.

“Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?” Chris said, carrying you out of bed and towards the bathroom.

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to go w ur recent rafe post..top and kelce meeting rafes gf for the first time n she’s so sickly sweet they’re confused on how she’s able to date rafe, has a big mouth too and LOVES to talk them. they’re too scared of rafe to completely hold the convo but they try to mumble things here and there bc if they upset her they upset rafe !!

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overprotective!rafe x fem!reader imagine

trigger warnings : fem!reader , explicit language , drinking , mentions of drugs & alcohol , kinda ‘girly’ reader , fluff , rafe overthinking? , oblivious reader , over protective rafe , topper and kelce being absolutely AWFUL liars/actors , reader is friends with sarah , ward is mentioned (🤮🤮🤮)

summary : topper and kelce are tired of rafes new girlfriend stealing the spotlight, so they invite her to boys night to see why she’s so special.

authors note : THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !! i love this idea, i hope i did it justice :). feel free to drop more requests my way ppl, i write for other obx characters too !! also lmk if i missed any warnings please.

english is not my first language, forgive me

BRIEFLY proofread

rafe, kelce, and topper had a planned ‘boys night’. they’d hangout almost everyday, but on these planned nights, probably once or twice a month, they’d have a more ‘extra’ hangout. they’d go to tanneyhill (or one of the other boys houses), and watch sports or movies on huge screens with overloads of snacks and alcohol (and probably drugs too), and just hang out.

when rafe first announced to them he had gotten a girlfriend, they weren’t shocked. rafe had gotten himself many ‘girlfriends’ over the time they’d known him, but most of them lasted no more than a few weeks. they’d put on their usual show of being mad, all the ‘you better not abandon us because you’re pussy whipped’ shit, never expecting it to actually become a problem.

but, it actually did this time. you two had been dating for almost 2 months now, not a super long time but definitely longer than his past relationships. he would easily skimp out on plans with the boys, saying you wanted him to come over or the two of you had plans. and it wasn’t just you orchestrating everything, they noticed how rafe was starting to initiate plans with you too, saying he was leaving to go surprise you after you got off work etc. right in the middle of hanging out with them. they were fine with it at first, but now it was getting a little annoying.

so, they told rafe to invite you to boys night. it was scheduled to be at tanneyhill this time, so they figured when you got bored you’d leave rafe with them and go to hang out with sarah or something. it wasn’t thought out very much beyond that, but they knew you were friends with sarah, and because it was scheduled at rafes house, they didn’t figure he could escape it.

he argued at first, saying you probably weren’t going to want to go, and you might be busy that night, but after they convinced him to ask you, and you said yes, all plans were a go.

you were excited, honestly. you had picked out your outfit the day before (even though it was just a hangout with your boyfriends friends, and your outfit was just a casual dress). rafe barely let you wear that, insisting you were going to be uncomfortable, and that it was just a hangout. but you wanted to make a good first impression (plus you’d take any excuse to play dress up). you got dolled up a little, threw some jewelry on, and the two of you headed over to tanney hill.

you two walked down into the cameron’s tv hangout area. it wasn’t their main living room, it was in the basement and it was more of an ‘indoor movie theater’ vibe. it had a long black leather sectional, a few bean bag chairs, and a large wooden coffee table. it was filled with snacks; chips, nachos, charcuterie board (the kind they sell at the store), popcorn, candy, etc. off to the side of the room you could see a mini fridge, which kelce and topper were standing near, assumingly ‘getting the party started’, as there was most likely not water in that fridge.

when you hit the bottom step and they locked eyes with you, their jaws almost comedically dropped. you waved at them excitedly, your face lighting up, and rafe just smiled at them, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

you practically ran over to them, and their faces remained shocked.

“hi! it’s so nice to finally meet you guys!! rafe has told me sooo much.” you blabbered out, following that by introducing yourself. you were twitchy, not in a nervous way, but in a ‘barely containing your excitement’ way. you shifted your weight from foot to foot and topper genuinely thought you would’ve started jumping up and down if you got any more excited. your loose curls bounced as you moved, and the bottom of your dress swayed.

“hey..” they were still at a loss for words, even more stunned at your energy than your looks. but their minds quickly came back to them when rafe wandered over, practically shoving them out of the way and bending down to grab a drink out of the fridge. they looked at him as he stood back up and rafe just smiled at them again, but it wasn’t a good smile, rafes never were. it was a threatening one.

little did they know how much rafe dreaded this. rafe barely let you come in the first place. you had agreed to it over text, but the second he got to talk to you face to face he pleaded for you to pull out of the plans. rafe was still stunned how he managed to keep a girl like you for this long; you were practically a princess, you were overly sweet, outgoing, girly, you had straight a’s, and you were so sickly innocent too. you were pretty much the exact opposite of rafe. and he tried his best to hide that fact, especially after he realized you were sticking around.

he stopped going to parties (for the most part) unless there was an extremely necessary reason for him to go. he spent as much time with you as he could. he’d pamper you; buying you gifts, surprising you at work, driving you everywhere you wanted to go, taking you out for expensive and romantic dinners, etc. he was committed to making this work. he knew you didn’t care, he knew that you’d love him no matter what, but he felt the need to upkeep a pristine image for you. and that’s where the boys came in. normally he’d flaunt his new girl, bring her to all the parties he went to, show her off, brag about her. but he wanted to keep you all to himself. he thought topper and kelce were ‘too rowdy’, and too much for you in general, so he kept his friends and you separate. he only ever talked about them, never showed you them. till now, of course.

you stood there, biting your lip in anticipation, still waiting for them to say literally anything other than hey. when rafe shot them another look, they did. he wanted them to atleast say something. rafe knew you had been anticipating meeting his friends, and he knew how excited you were to talk to them. he’d entertain it for a minute or so, because the boys blowing you off or being dicks to you would probably piss him off even more than them overly talking to you.

“oh uh, i’m topper and this is kelce.” topper let out, clearly holding his breath a little. they both swallowed thickly, sharing each other glances, not knowing what to do next. thankfully, rafe seemed to have more than enough of you three interacting at that point, and tugged you over to the couch with him.

“sorry, i’ll be right back.” you apologetically laughed before turning and letting rafe tug you the rest of the way back to the couch.

rafe put a protective hand on your ass as you walked, sharing the boys a glance, and they very quickly turned to face the wall, muttering many renditions of ‘what the fuck dude’ and ‘what are we supposed to do’s under their breaths.

rafe tucked you into the corner of the couch, pulling a throw blanket off the back and gently covering you with it along with putting a few pillows around you.

“you comfy?” he mumbled, and you barely heard him with how much he was grimacing.

“yea baby thank you, but i wasn’t done talkin-“

“no, you were done.” he met your eyes, and before a frown could form on your mouth, he quickly added;

“you can talk to ‘em more later. aight?” and that was it.

rafe eventually got comfy beside you, only after getting you any snack or beverage you wanted from the assortment of options. kelce and topper settled too, sitting very far away from you both in the two bean bag chairs. if rafe hadn’t completely blocked your sight of them, you would’ve definitely thought they didn’t like you or something.

the movie they had decided on (some random comedy) came and went. it was only a few minutes before the end when rafes phone started to buzz in his pocket. he ignored it for the first few buzzes, but when he realized they weren’t giving up, he pulled it out. it was ward.

“hey baby, i’m so sorry, i gotta take this, you can stand upstairs and wait for me it really shouldn’t be long i-“

“you’re totally fine rafe, go ahead babe. i’m good here.” you quickly reassured, smiling at him. and he quickly ran up and out of the basement, not before shooting a lethal look towards kelce and topper.

the movie ended soon after, and you were left with the awkward playing of the credits song. after a few uncomfortable minutes, you stood up and decided to take actions into your own hands, seeing they weren’t going to talk to you.

you wandered over to topper and kelce, who quickly looked away from you as soon as you started towards them. kelce struggled to pull his phone out of his shorts pocket, which proved to be more difficult than he had expected, so he quickly switched to awkwardly holding his hands together in his lap. topper on the other hand was making it painfully obvious he was trying to look at you, practically breaking his kneck to look in the opposite direction.

“hey guys!” you smiled at them, sweet as ever, holding you hands behind your back. “so, tell me about yourselves! i mean ive heard soooo much from rafe, but like, tell me from your perspectives ya know? i heard you two like golf, my dad actually-“

“you know.. we actually gotta go.. for a smoke break!” kelce interrupted before you could get too much of a conversation started.

“oh shit yea! we reeeeally gotta go for a smoke break.” topper said as he snapped his head towards kelce, instantly relieved that he came up with an out.

“but i-“

“we are really sooooo sorry.” topper sarcastically reassured, smiling at you as the two of them practically threw themselves out of their seats, walking backwards in the direction of the stairs, tripping over each other a little on the way there.

“yea we are sososososo sorry.” kelce added, hoping to be convincing enough.

“oh, okay! can i come-“

“you should really go check on rafe actually! he’s been gone for a whiiiile now.. i sure hope he’s okay…” topper added, over exaggerating to hopefully get your attention elsewhere. rafe hadn’t even been gone for 10 minutes. you looked down at your feet as you over thought the idea, and when you looked back up to thank them for reminding you, they were long gone.

#obx #outer banks #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx imagine #obx cast #obx smut #fanfic #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic

[angelyuji]

yandere headcanons :0

across the spiderverse characters: peter b parker, miles, gwen, miguel, hobie, pavitr

warnings: the usual yandere stuff (kidnapping, manipulation, stalking)

(imagine miles, gwen, pavitr like college age) (gender neutral reader)

peter b

literally so in love with you

he’s not the type to sit and stalk you from a far, but he’s also not straight up kidnapping you

he’ll watch you, find out your interests, find your social media, everything he needs to figure out how to be your perfect lover <3

he becomes your friend and integrates himself into your life

if you like him, he has no reason to separate you from your family or friends becuz he’s the perfect boyfriend. no one has anything negative to say abt him

if you don’t… he’ll do anything to make you like him.

convince you your whole family is evil and he’s the only one really looking out for you

he’s awkward and sweet and kind and so funny and it’s hard not to believe him

wants the American dream life: white picket fence, house in the suburbs, marriage, kids

that’s his dream for the both of you and he doesn’t really care if you don’t have the same dream

“you’re my dream, (y/n). everything i do, it’s always been for you.”

miles (aged up!)

miles is similar to peter b but like also not

very stalker but like without knowing, he’d pass your place over and over during his patrols around the city without realizing

he’d never kidnap you or do anything reallyyy morally wrong

howeverrr he’s absolutely in love with you, so like small little things

stalking, stealing small things from you, finding out the shampoos or different things you use or eat.

he feels closer to you, knowing he knows you better than anyone else.

after a long time, he’ll work up the courage to talk to you (“accidently” bumping into you at a coffee shop or a place you visit frequently) miles (albeit awkward) is a charmer, so you’re instantly smitten.

plus! he loves all the things you do, so you’re a match made in heaven :)

“hey, (y/n)! we meet again!”

gwen (aged up!)

gwen doesn’t try to interact with you much

she’s definitely afraid of putting you in danger or losing you just because you got close

she’ll watch over you and protect you from danger tbh like

for example, sayyy someone was harassing you at work and/or school, you’d probably successfully get that off your ass or at least they leave you alone for the day, butttt gwen would not feel satisfied.

gwen would find where they live and absolutely beat the living shit out of them

seeing someone bother you makes her vision go red like

basically your guardian angel

she would never bother you really just protecting you from afar

you’ll never notice tbh

unless some big bad guy found out that ghost-spider has been following around a random civilian…

well then, she’ll have to keep you safe

she’ll keep you safe in her apartment, whether you want to be there or not.

“every single thing i do, i do it to keep you safe.”

miguel (won’t be writing in spanish cause i don’t know spanish srry guys) (but he def calls you cute nicknames in spanish)

HEHHEHEHEE (my bad im just literally in love)

gwen but like 10000000 times more intense

the moment he lays eyes on you, babes you’re FUCKED

he’s snatching you up

however! the first thing he’ll check is if you’re super important to the “safety” of the timeline

no offense but ur not at all important saurrr FREE GAMEE

he’s definitely kidnapping you and keeping you hostage at HQ

he doesn’t bother with the whole stalking thing or becoming friends or anything like that

he doesn’t care if you don’t want to come with him, your opinions do not matter to him at all

he believes that he’s your protector, that everything that he’s doing is for your own good

you don’t know what’s best for yourself, only miguel knows what’s best for you (at least that’s what he thinks)

his only goal is to keep you with him, he wants a family and he believes that with you… he can achieve his dreams

if you’re a part of the Spider Society, Miguel can’t really do anything to you without other people noticing or disrupting the timeline

but yk… it’s better to be a rando from whatever universe to have miguel’s attention (but that’s just my opinion i suppose)

“you are mine. you will never leave me.”

hobie (will not be writing his british accent sorry im bad at accents)

i love him he’s so funny

you’ve been friends for a long time, he was in a band with you before he quit

he doesn’t really stay in one place for long

he’s a lot like a mix of gwen and miles

he believes keeping you safe is by staying close to you, but he also watches over you when you’re alone

he falls for you because of how positive you are, you never talk badly about anyone, but you’re always down to do anything.

you always join him for every protest, at his every show

he flirts with you constantly, loving how you blush away at the attention

constantly giving you attention and love, but a little manipulative about it at the same time

he never wants to kidnap you or keep you hostage, it’s against everything he stands for

he knows that if you didn’t like him, you’d never be by his side

so he believes that keeping you free is what keeps you near him

“we’re free birds, (y/n). with you by my side, we’re unstoppable.”

pavitr (aged up!) (this is gonna be very non-yandere tbh) (ILOVEHIM)

my little cutie pie i love him

i can’t really imagine being a yandere type character but he would be similar in miles and hobie

no kidnapping or stealing tho

slight stalking, just watching over you all the time, making sure you’re safe

he’s my little cutie pie moroenfakds

he’s flirty and funny

you’d be classmates when you meet him

you’d click very quickly tbh he’s just so easy to get along with

he’s absolutely terrified of your parents, very respectful tho so your parents love him

very passionate about how much he likes you, would quite literally shout it from the rooftops (and he does every day)

ugh i love him

"you're my world, (y/n). i love you so much."

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[sugusearrings]

( ‘ better .’ ) You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? Cause I am. You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. Oh yeah, Your back against the wall This is all you’ve been talking about In my ears Nothing feels better than this.

— summary: gojo satoru is living a life nobody knows about. not even his two bestfriends. he wants you (fem!reader) all to himself. — genre: super fluff but the end :( — playing: better by khalid — note(s): this song reminds me of gojo so much just being happy and living his life. daddy gojo needs a happy ending and come home already! 😭 but i'm so so sorry for the end please forgive me. very brief mention of smut though. might be some spelling errors, kind of tired and lazy to do rn sorry. — word count: 3k

Satoru Gojo is the strongest sorcerer alive.

He is the honored one.

He is gifted with the Six eyes.

And he is one cocky motherfucker. He always knew about the power he contained which did give him an ego boost. Nobody can tell him otherwise, he is the strongest and honored one.

Many would wonder who would put up with Satoru and his egoistic attitude? Underneath it he is very caring of everyone and he can be funny too. Sometimes. Or at least Shoko and Suguru would say. But they did enjoy their snowy color hair friend and of course he loved his two closest friends.

It was just another day of Gojo bragging how he conquered today’s mission. Shoko was texting on her phone while Suguru was ordering a coffee at the cafe they stopped at because Gojo was whining and pleading to go there since last week. Gojo stopped rambling as his perfect shade of blue eyes looked through the glass of the treats they had on display. Suguru noticed his friend eyeing all the sweets. He knew where this was going.

“Are you really going to waste money on all those sweets, Satoru?” Suguru asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Gojo looked over at the raven hair boy and grinned. It was like he read his mind.

“And why wouldn’t I? Shouldn’t the strongest get a reward?”

That’s when he heard it. He heard a gentle giggle coming from inside. The cafe was small so it didn’t take long for Gojo to see you with your group of friends. He saw the group wearing the same school uniform so it was obvious you all went together. He wasn’t sure if you were giggling at him or with your friends.

But it caught his attention.

He was so caught up staring at you he didn’t even hear the cashier trying to get his attention so they could take his order. He waved them off before making his way over to you.

“That was bold of him.”

Shoko said, reaching to grab Suguru’s coffee for a sip. Suguru nodded. He was taken aback by Gojo's sudden action. His dark hues watched as his best friend brought a chair to sit at your table to talk to you. He noticed the faint blush on your cheeks as you laughed at one of his corny jokes.

“Very bold.” Suguru smiled at Satoru coming back towards them with a cheesy grin on his face.

“Not only am I the strongest and honored one, I am the most handsome.” He announced proudly.

“Is that so Satoru?” He chuckled while taking his coffee back from Shoko. Gojo nodded, getting back on line.

“Very much so, Sugu!”

The two boys looked over seeing you shyly wave at Satoru before leaving the cafe. “She thinks I’m very handsome.” He winked at Suguru then turned to wave goodbye to you.

“She probably said that so you can leave her alone.” Shoko chimed in. Suguru chuckled watching Satoru pout like the brat he is.

“Oh yeah? Then why would she give me this?”

Satoru proudly showed your name on a napkin along with your number. Shoko took it to examine it while Suguru’s bangs draped over her head as he leaned over to read. They were pretty shocked his corny lines actually worked.

“Maybe she’s desperate.” Shoko mumbled. Satoru gasped dramatically, holding his chest with his hand.

“Hey!”

“Name..is very pretty. But she’s definitely a non-sorcerer. Maybe she does actually like you, Toru.” Suguru smiled. Satoru was still pouting, and took out his yellow flip phone. “I’ll text, name right now!”

Satoru grumbled. He glanced over to see his slice of strawberry cake ready to be eaten. He handed the cashier his card and grabbed the bag.

A whole day passed and Satoru received no text back. Of course his friends teased him about how you gave him a fake number. He started to lose some hope. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe you gave him the wrong number just so he can leave you alone. It kind of hurt but he wasn’t going to tell Shoko and Suguru that. He really thought you two hit it off the other day.

Satoru was actually in his dorm just laying on his bed in the dark. He was actually nodding off into a nap when he heard his phone buzz. He groaned quietly, reaching over for it. He assumed it was Suguru texting him to ask where he was. But when he saw an unfamiliar number he furrowed his white brows. He opened the text.

hey satoru. it’s me, name.

He quickly sat up and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes widening and his heartbeat stops. You actually text him.

heyyy name. wat’s up?

Was that too basic? Was that too dry? Shit. Why did he reply so fast?! Now he looks desperate.

Another buzz.

i’m good! srry i didn’t reply yesterday, i got caught up studying and ended up passing out with my book on my chest.

Satoru chuckled lightly, imagining you so tired you slept with the book in hand.

u probably looked so cute like that.

Buzz.

oh please lol

no seriously! but don’t study too hard, don’t want you too tired you’ll forget about lil old me

i’m sure it’ll be hard to forget someone like you, satoru.

He smiled down at his small screen reading over that text.

You confirmed to Gojo that you were a non-sorcerer without even saying it.

You went to regular school and had a pretty normal life. You were raised by a single mother who works in a hospital as a nurse. You had a younger sibling who was in grade school. You hated math but really loved literature. You wanted to be a teacher not so much a nurse because you saw the long hours your mother worked. She didn’t have too much time for you or your sibling so most of the responsibilities were left on you. Your favorite color was blue ( of course he made a joke it was your favorite now because of his eyes - he might be right on that but you didn’t tell him that ). You also had such a sweet tooth.

Gojo decided not to tell his best friends about you replying to him. Maybe it was selfish of him to keep them out of it, but he just didn’t correct them when they asked about you again. Soon it was forgotten and nobody brought you up. Gojo also kept it to himself of his power, him being a sorcerer. He just told you he went to a good private school. Lucky for him, you didn’t ask any follow up questions.

Whenever he had a long mission and it would be hard to text you back, he would just say he was studying for an upcoming exam. You were very understanding because you were going through the same thing. But when Gojo did come home, he would call you.

You two would speak on the phone for hours. He liked the sound of your voice. He liked the silence you two would share on the phone. It could be a whole hour of silence and he was content just hearing you hum a little tune or curse under your breath while you were looking for something you misplaced. Gojo would fall asleep to the sound of your voice late at night. You would tell him goodnight before you went to sleep yourself. Being with you, Satoru was not the strongest.

He was not the honored one

He didn’t need his Six eyes.

He was just Satoru Gojo.

When Gojo didn’t have missions, that’s when you two spent time together. You two would flip a coin to see if you were going to one of his favorite restaurants or one of your favorite museums. The day would always end at the cafe where you two met. You two would share a slice of strawberry cake and each would take a turn eating the strawberry on top. But Satoru would always pretend he would forget whose turn it was and would let you eat it.

When you graduated school, you did invite him to the ceremony. You swore you didn’t see him in the crowd. But he was there, cheering your name so loud it caused you to flush and get a little embarrassed. After the ceremony, Gojo hung out with your family and they adored him. Your sibling thought he was so funny and your mother couldn’t get over how charming he was.

When it was time for him to go, you walked him downstairs. You insist you would walk him to the bus but Gojo rejected the offer. He didn’t want you walking back by yourself.

“Thank you for coming, Satoru. It means so much to me.”

You told him with a smile looking up at him. Gojo felt his throat drying up and his palms becoming sweaty. He bit down his lip feeling his heart race picking up. You noticed he was awfully quiet. You furrowed your brows. “Toru?”

Gojo leaned down to press his lips against yours. You froze up a bit before you could react, Gojo pulled away quickly.

“I-I’m sorry I-I just couldn’t…I-...fuck!” He yelled, grabbing the bridge of his nose dropping his head. You stood frozen not even noticing him having a melt down. When you finally snapped out of it you saw the dark red on his cheeks with a frown. “I-I didn’t mean to cross the boundaries like that honestly, name. I won't ever do it aga –”

You pulled the collar of his jacket down enough so you can kiss him back. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses. He reacted faster than you did, he placed his hand on your cheek and began to kiss you back.

So you two began to date once the summer began. Did much change between you and Gojo? Not really. Your mother and friends were surprised you two just now became a couple. They just assumed you two were already dating.

He was just a lot more affectionate. He would hold your hand anywhere you two went. He would kiss you while waiting to cross the street or hold you from behind. Gojo would take pictures of you or the two of you whenever he could. When he would pick you up he would have a gift or flowers. Most of the time it was both.

He was the perfect boyfriend. Your friends loved him so much he was always invited when you guys would hang out. Even girls night, they would invite Gojo. They love when he would come for karaoke especially.

Gojo liked this life he had on the side and didn’t have to share it with anyone. He wanted to keep you away from that as much as possible. All to himself.

But at the end of the summer, everything changed.

Gojo was late to come over for a date you both planned. He’s never late to anything. He even shows up at least half an hour early. When you were calling and sending texts over and over, you knew something was wrong. So you just waited till it was time to go to sleep.

Late at night you woke up to a pair of cerulean blues staring down at you.

“Gojo?!”

You nearly yelled startled. He hushed you not to wake up your sibling who was sleeping. You sat up and was ready to ask him so many questions. Like how did he get inside of your apartment? Why was he just showing up now? But Gojo fell onto his knees then broke down into sobs. Tears streaming down his now red cheeks. The cry was from heartbreak. You got off the bed to comfort your boyfriend.

That’s when you found out about his best friend, Geto left.

And everything else.

It took a few days for Gojo to explain everything to you. About curses, his mission, his six eyes, his friends, and everything else. It honestly made your head spin. At first you thought he was mad and just making it up. But once he showed you his infinity and tried to get close to him. You physically couldn't. It was like a force field was keeping you two apart. You were dating Satoru Gojo, The strongest sorcerer alive.

The honored one.

Gifted with the Six eyes.

Did that change anything between you two? No.

You just wish he was honest in the beginning but you understood.

It was a lot to tell anyone who wasn’t part of that world.

Gojo barely left your side since his best friend Geto left him after killing the entire village and his parents. He wanted to kill non-sorcerers like you.

“But Toru, Suguru can just come any day now and kill everybody.”

You frowned as you stroked his white hair as his head was laying on your chest. He liked to hear your heartbeat and cuddle into you. He picked up his head with his beautiful blue eyes staring at you.

“You don’t think I can protect you, name?” He asked you. You shook your head sitting up making him sit up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.” He shook his head. You frowned.

“Satoru, it’s kind of scary to hear your friend wants to kill people like me, who aren’t sorcerers.”

“But he won’t!” He raised his voice making you lean back. Gojo grabbed both of your hands and stared into your own eyes.

“I promise to protect you with everything, name. I swear nobody, even Suguru, will never lay a finger let alone breathe the same air as you. I love you so much, name I can’t lose you too. I’ll never let you be in any kind of danger because of me.”

Your face was heating up while you stared at him eyes wide.

“Y-You love me, Satoru?”

Gojo blinked, realizing he confessed his feelings to you just now. He could feel his own cheeks heating up. He let out a chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I guess I got lost in the moment. Just trying to be heroic to my girlfriend.” He laughed nervously. You giggled and placed your hand on his warm dark pink cheek.

“I love you too.”

Gojo gives you his infamous grin before he kisses you passionately. That same night you and Gojo made love for the first time. It was the first time for you both. Gojo could feel himself becoming nervous for the first time in his life. You could tell he was but you reassured him you trusted him. You love him and he loves you. He made sure to be gentle with your body. He would look up at you with his white thick eyelashes fluttering with his blue hues darkening with lust. “Is this okay?” “I’m not hurting you am I?” “You’re doing so good...such a good girl.” “You look so pretty taking me whole like that.”

It took two days for Gojo to finally lose some stamina.

Satoru felt the weight being lifted off his shoulders when he told you the truth. But he still kept you separated from that life. The further you were from it, the easier it would be to protect you. You weren’t mad but some days it was overwhelming seeing him come home with bruises or blood on his clothes.

There were nights you would wait up for him and he wouldn’t come home till the early morning. You did feel helpless you couldn't do more for him but he reassured all he needed was you to be home waiting for him. But you stood by him for all these years. Especially when he brought in two children named Megumi and Tsumiki to live with you both.

After graduating university, you moved in with Satoru. He became a teacher at his old school and you became a teacher in grade school. You grew a bond with Megumi and Tsumiki. Both knew you weren’t a sorcerer but didn’t treat you any different. They both saw you as a mother figure and adored you.

After a long day at work you walked into the cafe where it all started.

Where you met your husband for the first time.

You could still hear his cheerful laugh and his gorgeous smile.

His eyes practically glowing whenever the sunlight would graze against them even with the shades on.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” The cashier asked with a smile. You smiled back already knowing what you wanted to order.

“Hi can I get a strawberry cake,” you started then paused a bit but the cashier was patient, “sorry I kind of got stuck for a second, haha.” you giggled. The cashier nodded and wrote it down on her pad. “Oh also can you write something on it. “It’s a ghoul?” The cashier looked up with a wider smile.

“Because it’s Halloween right?” She giggled. You smiled again.

“Yeah! ” You handed her your card. She gave the card back once she was finished ringing you up.

“I think it’s cute. You’re practically glowing.” She gushed, making you blush a light pink. You walked over to take a seat. You reached into your purse to take out the sonogram you had done earlier before going to work. You smiled warmly seeing your precious baby resting in your belly. You could see the circle they made with the computer with the “IT’S A GIRL”.

You knew your baby was a girl.

Your hand was placed over your slightly swollen belly. Your wedding ring glistening by the light. You checked your phone for the time then you started to look at all the photos you had of Gojo or the both of you. There were some photos of Megumi and Tsumiki. There was a video you took when you told Gojo the news you were pregnant. He nearly broke the ceiling. Literally. You let out a small giggle. You knew he was going to be over the moon finding out about your baby girl.

What you didn’t know was that

Satoru Gojo

The strongest sorcerer alive,

The honored one,

Gifted with the six eyes,

Was being sealed tonight.

#drabbles #satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader #jjk fanic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fic #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #( sugusearrings writing * )

[givemea-dam-break]

May I request a fem reader x Anthony lockwood where reader is a super talented fittes agent who constantly trades barbs with lockwood but he soon realises that she fancies him so he ends up teasing her during missions by doing small stuff like pulling her close and calling here babe when no-one is around

a/n: ahhhhhh this is such a cute idea, yes of course!!! i hope you like it <3 buckle in because this is a long one - which could constitute for a part 2 if anyone wants one lol

warnings: language fem reader (few pronouns used)

part 2

"Don't you get tired of me saving your ass? This is the third time I've done it this week alone."

Anthony Lockwood leans against the partially splintered doorframe of the house he and his team were working on a case in, arms crossed over his chest and smiling proudly as if he wasn't on his back in ghost-lock mere minutes ago. His hair is slightly ruffled, cheeks flushed, but that cocky grin is there despite it all.

"Sometimes I just need reminding that there are scarier things than ghosts," he says.

Bristling a little, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Is that why I see you looking in mirrors so often? I'd chalked it up to narcissism, but, hey, if it's for a reality check instead, who am I to judge?"

His eyes roll, and he makes a sound that's half-scoff and half-laugh. "We would've been fine without your help, just so you know."

"Mm-hmm." You look around the salt-covered kitchen and the tiles that were pried off the wall - by you - that uncovered a hole in the wall containing the source. "So George was looking for the source in the bathroom just because? And Lucy was fighting the second ghost that she herself told me you guys didn't know about? Not to mention you being ghost-locked. To each their own, I suppose."

"At least I looked good doing it. Your uniform is the most boring thing I've ever seen."

"Oh, so you're a fashion expert now?" you ask, placing a hand on your hip. "No offence, Lockwood, but I'd stick to ghost-hunting. You're at least half-decent at that."

Kipps appears down the hallway, pointing to the front door before disappearing, followed by the rest of your team. He's slowly slid out of the role of being the one to provoke Anthony Lockwood, leaving the pleasure solely to you. Not that you're complaining. There's something so enjoyable about riling him up.

Plastering on a too-sweet smile, you say, "It was great seeing you, Lockwood. I'll have fun saving your life again soon."

You push past him through the doorway, stopping just past.

"And, before you comment on my 'boring' uniform, at least try to get your socks and tie to match. Those are two wildly different shades of blue."

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You glare at the house towering before you, pissed that you've been sent off on messenger duty not by Fittes, but by DEPRAC. They've got vans and cars and dozens of employees to do their bidding, but old Inspector Barnes has sent you off instead. Maybe as some kind of torture.

Annoyed, you ring the doorbell and wait.

When the door swings open, you're at least grateful that it's Lucy Carlyle that opens it. While she can be quick to anger and is prone to making snide remarks - although you're no better - she's the preferable option. George has a hatred for all Fittes employees and Lockwood... You scowl at the thought of him.

"Oh, (name)," she says, frowning in confusion. "Why are you here?"

You hold the papers out. "DEPRAC lapdog, apparently. I've been sent to give all three of you these NDA letters. They need signing and sent back to DEPRAC."

Lucy takes them gingerly, eyes skirting over the writing. "This is about that case the three of us did in Greenwich?"

"The owner of the National Maritime Museum doesn't want potential customers finding out there were ghosts there, or something," you explain. "I don't know. Barnes caught me on a run earlier and asked me to deliver these."

"Deliver what?"

Scowling, you look over Lucy's shoulder where Lockwood's face has just appeared. Lucy shows him the papers, passing them over and crossing her arms as she explains what you've just said.

Lockwood frowns, looking at you as if it's your fault.

"Barnes has got you on a lead, huh?"

"You calling me a dog, Lockwood? I don't think you want to see how you'll end up after that."

He raises his hands in mock surrender. "I would never do that. You know me. Besides, you're not wearing your signature grey today, so you don't even look like a staffy."

It's at that moment that Lucy slips away, taking the papers with her.

"I'm in no mood for you today," you say. "I've not even been back to my place, so I'm all sweaty from my run and in need of a shower. Barnes has sent me here because he and his lackeys can't get off their arses. And, to top it off, my favourite café ran out of the coffee I like. So, I advise you to pack it in, or I'll be arrested for trespassing and assault."

"There will be no need for that," he promises. "Do you want to come in for that coffee you so desperately want? George is quite adept at making good coffee."

"Even if I wanted to step foot in your house, which I don't, George would probably poison my drink, so no, thanks."

For a moment, he's quiet, as if trying to think of some way to insult you. Then, he says, "I admit, I thought Barnes would've sent Kipps. Maybe even Kat. But not you."

You cross your arms, the cold air nipping your bare arms. You hadn't thought to bring a jumper with you. "Like I said to Lucy, Barnes caught me while I was on my run. I think he was going to head here himself, but decided he liked seeing your faces even less than I do and sent me on my way. Pig."

Lockwood breathes a laugh like he's hesitant to really laugh in front of you. He leans against the doorframe. "Are you sure you don't want to come in for a moment? You're shivering, and it's cold out."

"I'm more than sure." You peek past him, eyeing the clutter and the hint of a collapsed pile of clothes in one of the rooms with disdain. "I need to get back anyways. The sight of you is making me feel violently ill."

"All right, all right, there's no need for that. We were having a civil conversation for a moment. At least take this." He reaches behind the door, pulling out a large grey hoodie. "It's cold, and it's a long walk back to Fittes."

With a bit of hesitation, you take the hoodie from his hands. It's warm like it's been over a radiator. "Thanks. I'll get this back to you."

"Hey, at least it matches your uniform."

"Oh, shut up. You're just proving you've got no sense of style - it's not even the same shade. And, I'm just noticing, you're still not able to match your socks and tie. You need to do some homework."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Get gone. You're making the street look untidy."

You flip him off before turning and trudging down the steps, then make your way home.

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"That's not your jumper."

You look up from your mug of coffee tiredly. The case you'd been on the night before has left you completely drained, and having a nine am start didn't make it any better. Even the coffee hasn't perked you up.

"What?"

Kat's icy gaze studies the hoodie you wear. "Did you not hear me? I said -"

"I know what you said. But why?"

"Whose is it?"

You rub your eyes. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

"It's Anthony Lockwood's, isn't it?" she says, practically spitting the name. "I thought you hated him."

"Like I said, none of your business."

You pull the grey jumper tighter around you. The whole morning, you've been so cold that you've resorted to wearing it. And, despite your - now, somewhat mixed - feeling for Lockwood, you find comfort in the scent of tea and toast it carries. You've not seen him in the last few days since he gave it to you, so you've not had the opportunity to return it. Might as well take advantage of it, seeing as all of your jumpers are dirty.

Kat scowls. "Give it back. Burn it. Just get rid of it."

"I'll do what I want with it," you say, shocking yourself with your defensiveness. "Just lay off. I'm cold, I'm tired, and I'm hungry. I'm not in the mood for this."

"You're never in the mood for anything," Kat says.

"I wonder why," you mutter quietly before taking a sip of your coffee.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. Just saying how much I appreciate your constant input."

--

"Saving you again. Who'd have thought?"

Lockwood rolls his eyes, rapier held out in front of him. "I think you enjoy it. That, or you enjoy seeing me. I'd prefer the latter because I love the attention, but either way."

You scoff, throwing a salt bomb at the ghost that has cornered you both. "I most certainly do not like seeing you. It's the worst part of my week."

"Oh, sure, love."

The nickname causes you to choke, but you keep your guard up. This ghost is relentless, and you won't let some arrogant boy cause you to falter. You're one of the best agents Fittes has, a professional in your field. You know better than to let him distract you.

In front of you, the ghost makes a faint wailing sound, though your Listening isn't strong enough to make out what it's saying. Judging from the glowing blood that pours from its neck and spills over its dress, you judge that it's a Wraith, and not a very happy one at that.

"What's our plan, then?" you ask. "We're trapped in a hallway with nothing but a basement door behind us. Lucy and George are looking for the source, I take it?"

"Lucy and George didn't take this case with me. They're on a separate one."

Scowling, you say, "Oh, well, just as well that I happened to pass by when I did then, huh? You'd be dead right now if it weren't for me."

You're about to keep talking, but Lockwood shouts, "Duck!" before tackling you to the ground. Your head narrowly misses the wall but bangs against the floor instead, and you're overtaken by a horrible chill as the ghost darts over top of you both.

All of a sudden, you're acutely aware of Lockwood on top of you, shielding you from what could've been potential ghost touch. His breath is warm on your face, and you can feel his heart racing above your own, which feels like it's going a million miles an hour. Your cheeks, despite the chill, feel awfully hot. He looks down at you, grinning and about to say something.

"Watch out!" you interrupt, kicking him off of you and grabbing his rapier. You slash it through the air, temporarily dissolving the ghost.

You push yourself off the ground, throwing another salt bomb at the Wraith. Lockwood is on his feet shortly after, and you both hurry to his iron circle by the living room door, panting and gasping for breath. The lamp in the centre flickers slightly, and the floorboards creak.

"Hell of a house you've got here," you grumble. "Who is this miserable git anyways?"

Lockwood eyes the ghost before grinning at you once more. "Lady called Angela, was killed in a burglary back in, oh, what did George say? Nineteen-forty-nine, I think. As you can see, she's very unhappy."

The Wraith wails and a liquidy choking sound becomes more apparent, which makes you squirm. Your Sight is about as good as your Listening, but it's still hard to make out the glowing features of the woman besides all of the blood and her spotty dress.

"Your Touch is good, right?"

"Best of the best."

Lockwood scoffs. "All right, no need to get cocky."

"You're one to talk."

"I was just going to ask if you could search for the source with your Touch while I cover you! You make everything so difficult."

You brush hair out of your eyes. "Yeah, me. Okay, whatever. I'll go find this source then. Which room is my best bet?"

"Living room."

Glancing into the room just beside you, you nod, waiting for your cue to go. For a brief second, Lockwood touches your arm, telling you to stay safe, and then he's launched himself at the ghost. You don't stick around to see what kind of pretentious rapier moves he's doing.

The living room is pretty empty, compared to others you've seen. The walls are plain and beige, with very few photos hung up in boring old frames. There's a two-seater sofa with the ugliest floral pattern you've ever seen and an armchair that doesn't match in the slightest. The fireplace has no wood, no ash, no nothing as if it hasn't been used for years.

You're instantly drawn to the fireplace. Crouching down to the ground, you place your hand on the bricks that make it up, closing your eyes and falling into your senses.

The room has changed. It's brighter, more colourful, happier. Sunlight streams through the window, and a woman hums as she dusts the ornaments on the wall. She's pretty, wearing a spotty blue dress, and her voice is soothing. When she passes over to the fireplace, it's almost as if she is really there next to you, replacing the burnt wood with fresh. But her fingers graze a brick inlaid in the ground, lingering for a moment too long before she moves away to replace the flowers in a vase.

Colours blur as the vision fades away and the sounds of Lockwood's fight resume. Immediately, you begin clawing at the brick you saw in the vision, grateful to find it loose already. A horrible wail indicates that you're right.

A spider crawls out of the hollow gap beneath the brick, and you reach your hand into the gap, which is filled with cobwebs. Your fingers latch onto something, but you don't stop to look at what it is before you wrap it up in the silver net you always keep in a pouch on your belt.

Seconds later, Lockwood appears in the doorway, panting and smiling. "Thanks for the help, love. You're very handy. What's the source?"

You scowl. "Don't call me that."

"What? Love? Thought you'd like it. I mean, you've still got my jumper, and Lucy says that's got to mean something."

"Be quiet. I've not had the chance to give it back. Here's the source. Look for yourself. I'm heading home, as far away from you as I can get."

"Oh, come on. Let me walk you home at least."

For a moment, you consider it, and you hate yourself for it. But part of you, a treacherous little piece of your heart, yearns for it. When was the last time someone walked you home? When was the last time someone offered to bring you in for a coffee or gave you their jumper to keep you warm? Though you hate to admit it, Anthony Lockwood is not the worst out of all the people in London.

"Fine," you mutter. "Just this once."

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"So, tell me about yourself, love. What makes you tick?"

You look at Lockwood incredulously. "This isn't the time, you twat! There's a pack of Phantasms following us."

Lockwood glances back at the ghosts trailing you. He waves a hand nonchalantly. "Oh, they're fine. We're covered in iron and silver protection."

"I can hear them calling for us, and they're getting closer."

"Well, good thing you've got me to walk you home. Who better to keep you safe?"

You curse under your breath, wondering why you'd ever agreed more than once to let him walk you home. The first time was bearable, the second time less so. Now, the eighth, you're at your wit's end. Having the company, especially when walking in the dark so late at night, made you feel a little better, but things would definitely be splendid if he'd shut his mouth for once.

"What did I say about you calling me 'love'?"

"If I remember correctly, you said, and I quote, If you call me that again, I'm going to tear out your tongue and feed it to Kipps for breakfast. Did I get that right?"

"Yes, you did."

"Well, if it annoys you, more the reason to say it, right, love?"

You shove him, and he stumbles, laughing, as you trudge along the park's path, glancing back at the phantasms following behind.

"So...?" Lockwood says, drawing near once more.

You raise your eyebrows. "So?"

"What makes you so prickly? Kat Godwin is bad, but she's quiet most of the time. You, on the other hand, spark a debate the minute you walk into a room. What is it? An incessant hatred for the world? Never had any friends growing up? Oh, I know, you had a pet that got run over when you were a child, and now you hate everyone in return?"

Glaring at him, you say, "No. To all of them."

"So what is it then?"

"I don't know." You shrug. You don't know why you feel the urge to tell him a real answer. "I've never seen anything different, I suppose. My parents didn't really... parent, when I was a kid, so now I don't know how to talk to people any other way than how I do. It's how they spoke to me, or so I've been told. Kipps put me in therapy for a while, but my therapist was a thick-skulled -"

Lockwood's laugh cuts you off, and you glance at him sidelong. There's something about the way the moonlight hits his skin; how the cold midnight air makes his cheeks rosy; how his smile seems to light up his face. It makes everything feel a little less bad.

"I don't know how to word things without sounding mean," you say, "because that's all anyone has ever been to me. Even at Fittes."

"So you don't mean to hurl verbal abuse at me every chance you get?"

"Oh, no, I absolutely do. You're the biggest idiot I've ever met, and you could really work on that narcissism of yours. It's a killer. Real no-go for a girl."

"So now you're saying you're interested in me, but my confidence is putting you off?"

The arrogance in his eyes makes you want to strangle him. "No, that's not what I'm saying at all."

But, is it? You're not sure. There's a funny feeling in your chest, but you're half convinced it's just heartburn and not something people tend to call 'crushing' or 'loving'. You're not entirely sure what either of those things feels like.

He makes to speak again, but he glances back at the group of phantasms following you and grins. "Fancy another ghost fight tonight?"

You sigh. "You really know how to get a girl excited."

--

"Love, pass me a salt bomb or five."

You glance into the hallway for any of the other agents scouting the mansion, scowling. "Don't call me that!"

"Whatever you say, love. Now, the salt bombs?"

Resisting the urge to throw them at his face, you pass Lockwood a few salt bombs begrudgingly.

Your Fittes team and Lockwood's agency have been teamed up on a case by DEPRAC, and Lockwood being the pompous ass he is paired you both together and has been teasing you incessantly. Nothing new there, except for the feeling it incites in your chest.

It can't really be described as heartburn, anymore, because it only ever happens whenever you see him or hear his name. You've found yourself growing bored and - you hate to say this - lonely without his company and quips, and find yourself to be your happiest when throwing insults at each other, though they feel a little more light-hearted now than they once did. Well, you feel as happy as you believe you can be, with as little experience of it as you've had.

You try to ignore the way your skin tingles and cheeks flush when his fingers brush yours and try even harder to pretend you don't see the shit-eating grin on his face from your reaction.

"You're insufferable, you know that right?" you ask as you pull iron chains from your bag.

"Only because you tell me every chance you get," Lockwood says. "I live to give you that privilege."

You roll your eyes. "I can stab you with my rapier, so you'd do well to remember that."

The weight of his arm rests on your shoulders, and he pulls you close to his side. You grow tense at the sudden movement and the close proximity, and hope he can't feel your racing heartbeat. It'll only give him one more thing to pick at you about. You're just unused to being held, you tell yourself.

"But you wouldn't do that, love. You've grown quite fond of me these past few months."

"Have not."

"Care to return my jumper, then? I'm in dire need of it."

Once more, your face flushes. "You told me to keep it a little longer while my morning runs are still cold."

"As a formality. You were meant to say something smart like, Like hell I will, asshat, take it back before I become infected by the bacteria you carry. Your insults are becoming boring."

"Is that so?" You narrow your eyes at him. "Well, you are an asshat, for one. For two, I'd advise you let go of me, or I fear my skin will burn off from the way your brain is overheating trying to keep a conversation with me. So, love, how about you take your arm back?"

He grins, drawing you closer until your cheeks are almost touching. "If I die from overheating, you're going down with me."

You shove him away, scowling once more, but part of you wants to laugh. This kind of banter with him has grown familiar, comforting. And, well, though you might protest it much of the time, being called 'love' gives your heart a little flutter, like it's glad it's finally getting some attention after a lifetime of being as hard and cold as stone.

Bit by bit, Lockwood has softened it up, but you'll never tell him that. He would only grow too smug.

"You know," Lockwood says, "I think you're bribing DEPRAC so that you can get put on cases with us. This is the second one in two weeks."

"Why on earth would I ever bribe DEPRAC for that? If anything, I'd bribe them to get me out of it." You lay the chains out in a neat circle and place all your things inside. "If anyone's doing it, it's you, because you're obsessed with me."

"And so what if I am, love? You're very fun to poke fun at."

Your hands falter, and you hope he hasn't noticed. "Whatever."

He grins, watching your every move. "You can admit you feel the same, you know? You're not going to face a horrible death for admitting you enjoy spending time with me."

You don't know what to say to that. Because, yes, you do enjoy spending time with him, in your little confusing way. Being around him has opened you up to new feelings you've never had the chance to really feel before, and you're grateful for it, but admitting it? It's like giving him the key to a locked door and granting him 24/7 access. It terrifies you and makes you feel vulnerable.

"Be quiet so we can get on with our surveys," you murmur. "I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Scared? Don't worry, I can hold your hand."

And he does. His hand wraps around yours, enveloping it in warmth, and you find yourself staring at it, unwilling to pull away from his touch. It seems to shock Lockwood, too, judging from his parted lips and slightly-too-wide eyes, but his hand squeezes yours gently and you feel a little piece of your heart soften.

There's a creak in the hallway, and you jerk your hand away, standing straight, face hot. But there's nothing, no one. Just you, Lockwood, and a barrage of feelings you're not sure what to do with.

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[sturnsbella]

the right person

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matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt was right about the guy y/n was talking to being an asshole, but he helps her anyways.

warnings: underage drinking, panic attack and cheating (?)

y/n - pink

matt - blue

madi - red

nick - purple

chris - orange

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marylou is my mom’s best friend since college, because of their friendship, me and the triplets grew up together. they were like family, we always spent holidays together and we met every week. getting older, we just got closer. nick was always my best friend, chris was like a older, annoying, funny and carrying older brother, and matt… he was kinda different?

when we were like 13, i had a crush on him, and everyone knew it, i was really bad at hiding it. he probably didn’t like me back, since he was 15 and probably saw me as a younger sister or something like that. i hated that, he was so weird with me. he acted like we were just friends but when i started to talk to a boy he was super overprotective, almost like he was jealous. i never understood that.

i got over him years ago, but recently he has been kinda flirty with me. i always take it as a joke, but sometimes i don’t know if it really is..

anyways, it doesn’t matter ‘cause i’m talking to somebody else now.

-

madi, one of the friends we have in common, is throwing a party today, i have 10 minutes until matt, chris and nick come to pick me up. my hair is loose and i did two little braids in the front. i’m wearing a black open backless top, and a tight jeans skirt. my makeup is done, i just apply gloss to finish while admiring myself in the mirror. i take a couple of selfies before laying on my bed and posting it.

matt’s pov

i’m scrolling on instagram waiting for my brothers when i see y/n’s post. she looks really good. i like the picture and comment:

@matthew.sturniolo - “picking you up rn. good pics btw 📸”

it only takes her a few seconds to reply:

@y/n.y/l/n - “ok im waiting. tks 📸”

under my comment a see the comment of the guy she’s talking to:

@evan_williams - “🔥”

i roll my eyes. he’s an asshole and it pisses me off that y/n doesn’t see it. she deserves someone better than him, she is so sweet and kind and i’m not even sure he likes her.

y/n’s pov

i grab my purse while walking to the door when the triplets arrive at my house. i get in the car sitting next to nick.

“hii you’re looking so good y/n/n”

“thank youu” i say smiling.

chris looks at me and smiles

“you really are”

matt glances at me

“yeah you look hot”

i giggle a bit and blush

“shut up”

we listen to music and sing all the way to the party, not talking about anything. we get to the house and we all leave the car.

“y/n/n do you know if evan’s coming?”

“yeah he’ll come. but he won’t stay much tho, he’s grounded or something”

i say as we go to the door. and i notice matt guets quiet when we talk about evan.

“what?”

i say staring at him.

“nothing”

“what is it?”

“you know he’s an asshole, right?”

i roll my eyes at him, i know he doesn’t like evan but he never likes any guy i talk to, is annoying.

“i’ll go grab a drink, do you guys want anything?”

i go to the kitchen after they all said no. in the kitchen i find madi, we take a few shots and then we go dancing.

mini time skip

me, madi and a bunch of other people are dancing with the loud music playing. i still haven’t seen evan, so i text him.

“heyy, are u still coming?”

he took a few minutes to answer the text

“hey, no i won’t make it sorry”

“oh, okay” i text back. i show my phone to madi.

“it’s okay we don’t need him here, let’s drink”

we go to the kitchen once again, and while i’m making my drink i notice madi’s eyes going wide, i look to where she was looking.

“y/n don’t-“

she says trying to stop me from seeing evan hooking up with another girl on the corner of the room. i’m speechless. i mean, we didn’t have anything too serious but i wasn’t hooking up with any other guys, and he told me he liked me… i turn my head to madi again

“i can’t believe him”

“omg i’m so sorry y/n”

“it’s fine”

it’s not, he was so nice to me, i really liked him. and it all just reminded me from when i caught my ex boyfriend cheating on me with my (ex) best friend. my mind racing as my breath got heavier.

“i’ll be right back”

i go to the bathroom, close the door and lean myself on the sink. i stare at myself in the mirror with my eyes filled with tears. it gets hard to breathe when my tears run down my face. i hear someone knock on the door.

“y/n/n?”

matt opens the door, i look at him crying and trying to breathe. he closes the door behind him and rushes to come try to calm me down.

“y/n it’s okay. you are okay”

i shake my head

“you can get through this, okay?” he says breathing deeply trying to make me follow his breath.

“focus on my breathing”

he wipes my tears, i begin to slow down my breathing and calming down.

“matt” i try to speak

“shh, is okay.” he gives a slight smile trying not to look so nervous to help me. i hug him, trying to stop crying.

“i should’ve listened to you”

“don’t say that, you couldn’t know”

“why does everyone fucking replace me like that?”

“it’ll be okay, y/n/n, you got me”

we stay like that in silence for a while. he lets me go and holds my face, wiping my last tear.

“let’s get out of here before i fucking punch him”

i nod, smiling slightly. i’m kinda embarrassed matt saw me like this. i’m not even that sensitive but i think with the alcohol and all.. it was a just lot.

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the drive back was silent. i was sitting on the passenger’s seat, chris didn’t even said anything about it, he understood something had happened.

i notice that matt isn’t driving back to my place.

matt’s pov

“matt where are we going?”

y/n asks me looking confused

“you’re sleeping over at our house today”

she smiles. i wouldn’t let her be alone right now, she’s too drunk, plus with what happened with evan i don’t want her to do anything stupid.

after 10 minutes in the car i notice y/n fell asleep. “she’s cute” i think to myself, hoping chris and nick didn’t notice me blushing over her. when we get to our house, nick and chris go inside letting me with y/n.

i carry her inside the house and to my bedroom, where i place here on my bed. i turn around to pick up a hoodie for her to sleep in, when i turn to her i see she woke up.

“hey” she smiles

“wear this, i’ll be sleeping on chris’s room if you need anything.” i say turning my back at her.

“matty” i look at her waiting for her to speak.

“can you stay here?”

i smile at her question and nod. i go to lay down next to y/n, facing her.

“you’re okay?”

“i will be. i just…” she pauses “i wish someone would really stay. what is wrong with me? why does everyone always leaves?”

“nothing’s wrong with you, y/n. you’re perfect. he was the problem.”

“he wasn’t even the first one to cheat on me”

“you’ll be alright, y/n/n. you’ll find the right person”

“you think so?”

“i’m sure.” i smile and nod. i wrap my arm around y/n’s waist as she lays her head on my chest. i caress her hair until she falls asleep.

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first fic ughhhh how do we feel?

i have ideas for part 2 but idkk..

i hope you guys like it, sorry for any mistakess

- xoxo bella

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oh my god bestieeee 😭🩷

i’ve missed you so much !! i’ve been really into ithan & flynn x reader smut recently BUT i haven’t found much. what’s up with that ? justice for my boys ✊🏻✨

anyway, i was wondering if you could pleaseee make a ithan or flynn x reader with jealousy with a fluff ending ? i would every much appreciate it 🩷🩷

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My Jealous Lordling

Flynn x reader

A/n: AAAAHHHHH HEY GIRL!!!!!! I’VE MISSED YOU OMG!!!! I don’t think I’ve written for Flynn yet and he is definitely the jealous bf type so plz enjoy these headcanons of jealous Flynn

Warnings: some nsfw, and fluff

Flynn is easily made jealous by any male that makes you laugh or smile

Anyone but him being near you pisses him off

He knows you would never cheat on him, Flynn is just possessive of you

His hands are always on you when you’re out or at home

You love holding his hand the most

While Flynn is an amazing warrior and very well trained his hands are super soft and warm

He would never admit it to the rest of the guys (or Bryce) but he loves pampering himself

Flynn owns all the most expensive/best products for his hair and skin

The only person he shares that with is you and you two will have skin care nights with the door locked so Ruhn or Dec would stay out

Ok back to jealous Flynn

Going out with your friends is your favorite, especially when you party with Bryce it’s always a fun time

Always supports your choices and is your personal hype man. Like when it comes to your hot girl fits he practically falls to his knees bc he can’t believe you’re all his

He just hates that other people will see you in that black mini dress that was clearly just meant for him

Before going out you always kiss his cheek and say, “If you behave you can have a treat later.” Flynn sits at home patiently waiting for his reward for not being impatient and pulling you out of the bar

Sometimes there are nights were you and your friends end up at the same bar with his friends

As much as he doesn’t want to Flynn does give you your space and just makes eyes at you across the bar

Sometimes you two make a game out of it and flirt on the dance floor like you’ve never met each other

Seeing you around your guy friends drives him insane

Flynn knows he’s better than those loser and that they’d never treat you right but he still hates that they “flirt” with you

On the rare occasion you both ended up at the Raven with both groups Flynn kept his eyes on you from the second you walked in the door. He just had a gut feeling something wasn’t right

Flynn watches one of your guy friends try to make a move on you

With what felt like two steps he was across the bar and grabbing the male by the back of his neck pulling him off of you. You clearly didn’t want him touching you and you looked stressed

Flynn didn’t let go of the male until they were outside in the alley. He threw him against the brick wall, punching him over and over until the male was begging Flynn to stop. Flynn grabbed him by the shirt, growling, “you ever go near her again I swear to the gods no one will find your body.”

After watching him run off Flynn storms back into the bar to see both friend groups mingling and comforting you. Ruhn clocked Flynn fuming and started to pull everyone away from you so they weren’t the next victim of his wrath

You dragged him home, equally as mad about that jealous display

“Why did you do that?” You asked calmly, your hands shaking. “He touched you and I saw the look on your face. I saw him flirting with you all night and it got to me. I couldn’t let you be uncomfortable.”

Your face softened at how small his voice sounded. Your friend was telling you to leave Flynn for him and you hated that this affected Flynn so much

The rest of the night you spent cuddling, his head on your chest as you played with his hair

Once you fell asleep Flynn switched positions and stayed up all night whispering sweet nothings to you

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[bitch-for-bo]

Sweetheart (Piercer! Suna Rintarō x Brat! Chubby reader)

didn't know I needed piercer! rintarō until i wrote this...

NSFW: MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE!!!!!

It was really stupid. 

The way you were crying was so fucking stupid.

You didn’t even really know why you were crying……

….well….that was a lie…..

You were crying because of that stupid asshole in your college lit course. The one who led you on all semester before telling you that you were ‘not his type’ 

Not his type? 

He took you out for ice cream before trying to feel you up in his shitty little car and when you told him you didn’t really feel like doing anything that soon, he went off. Yelling about how you’d been tricking him and how he didn’t want a relationship, how you were ‘just for fun’ ‘cause he would never date ‘a girl like you’. 

Needless to say, you would be moving seats in class. 

This was constantly how it was, it had happened to you so many times that you’d just accepted that you would always only be the ‘just for fun’ girl. You’d always be the one that they snuck past their friends, not wanting to explain why they’d brought a girl like you home, just a bunch of assholes who didn’t want to receive judgment from their asshole friends. 

And while you had tried your best to suffer through this treatment, thinking it’d eventually get better, you were officially over it. Which was why you couldn’t figure out for the life of you, why you were wasting tears on this guy. 

You ended up wine drunk with your friends, bitter-watching 2000s rom-coms and trying not to let them talk you into an irresponsible decision. 

But you were sad. 

So you let them. 

You ended up scrolling through a local tattoo shop’s website, admiring the pieces and wincing at the prices. You wanted something cute….. but also inexpensive….. and probably kinda small. 

……but still…….tattoos were so….. permanent, did you really want to be reminded of this asshole every time you saw yourself in the mirror?

That was when you saw that this shop also did piercings. 

It was perfect. 

Piercings were small, not super expensive, and easily removable if you got absolutely sick of them. 

You booked your appointment for the following week and woke up to a pretty harsh hangover the next day.

A week later you walked into the shop and almost died on the spot. 

You stuck out like a sore thumb. 

More than two sets of eyes watched as you walked through the lobby of the shop, making you flinch and shrink into yourself under their stares.

You got to the counter and tried to hide your pleasant surprise when the woman behind the counter offered you a bright smile. 

“ ‘r you our 3 ‘o clock? Piercing?” 

You nodded, smiling back at her. 

“Sweet. Follow me” 

She got up and let you further into the shop, passing a couple of stations, almost all filled with customers. 

“We have private rooms for our piercers, especially your type of piercing.” the woman winked at you, laughing as your eyes widened and your mouth dropped into a little ‘o’. 

“Ahh, don’t worry! I’m just teasing,” her face dropped a bit, “... but we do want you to be comfortable.”

The two of you arrived at your room. She led you in and let you take a seat in the chair.

“Alright.” She started, leaning against the counter and clasping her hands in front of her “now, we have a really great piercer, he does all of our piercings and we’ve literally never gotten a single complaint about him.” 

Your face must’ve dropped when she said ‘him’. 

“We also have an apprentice, who is definitely great, but she is also still learning….and you are new to this.” 

You nodded. 

“While I completely get it if you want her to pierce you, I will say that she isn’t nearly as good as our main piercer.” 

You nodded again, slower this time. 

“So I’ll give you a minute or two to decide. Like I said… no pressure.” she offered a thumbs up before leaving the room, telling you she’d be back briefly to get your answer. 

You were split. You really were… on one hand, you wanted a female piercer, but on the other hand, you really didn’t want this to get messed up. And who knew? What if you had difficult nipples to pierce? What if she tore through it? What the fuck would happen then? 

So while you didn’t necessarily want a man piercing your nips, you decided that he was a professional for a reason and that you would rather feel embarrassed for a couple of minutes than be in too much pain. 

When the manager came back in, you told her. 

“Fantastic, I’ll let him know you’re here, and when I see you next, you’ll have some sick fucking piercings.” 

She left with one last thumbs up, leaving you to twiddle your thumbs and wait for your piercer.

The man that came through that door was somehow, exactly what you’d expected. 

Tall, dark, and handsome, sporting tattoos in the form of patchwork sleeves and one that wrapped around the side of his neck. He couldn't have been shorter than 6’2”, and while he was definitely lean, you could tell he was still pretty built with the way that his biceps flexed as he closed the door behind him. 

You were also exactly what Suna expected when his manager let him know his appointment was ready. Another college-age girl getting her nipples pierced. 

Of course, you weren’t like every other college girl that came in here, you were sitting so he couldn’t get the full effect, but Suna knew just by how you looked now that you were absolutely his type. 

Your plump thighs were pressed together as you sat rigidly, making him regret that he didn’t have a smaller chair, just so he could see them squish together more, to see your ass struggle to fit in. You were sitting uncomfortably straight, obviously nervous, but Suna didn’t mind, the way that you were pushing your chest out gave him the perfect view of how nicely your shirt fell against your tits, nipples visible though not hard enough to pierce yet, he observed. 

Your face burned as you watched your piercer's eyes attach to your nipples. You knew that it was literally his job, and that he probably did this at least twice a day, but that didn’t stop you from feeling like there was something inherently intimate about it. So you turned your eyes away from his face, hoping he would hurry up with his assessment. 

And while Suna did do this quite often, and he was always incredibly professional about it, he just couldn’t help but stare at you a bit longer. After all, you were exactly his type… and when you rolled your eyes away from him, a small frown making its way onto your face, he couldn’t stop the grin from coming onto his. 

“How’re you doing?…. I’m Rintarō….I’ll be piercing you today.” 

You nodded, offering a small smile as you reached out to shake his hand.

Damn…. His hand was fucking huge compared to yours. You’d never had small hands, quite average actually maybe even bigger simply accounting for your extra weight, but even with the fake nails you had on, Rintarō’s fingers were still longer than yours, and definitely thicker. And wow his hands were cold! 

You introduced yourself, before thanking him for the appointment, stating that you were a bit nervous as it was your first time. 

As you spoke, you missed the way Suna’s eyebrow raised in interest. You spoke of how nervous you were, and how you’d never been inside of a real piercing shop before, but your body language was saying something completely different. While your words themselves were mild, even slightly withdrawn, your tone and posture exuded a level of prissy that Suna didn’t expect. 

Well, that was a lie….. he definitely expected you to be a bit stuck up as soon as he’d seen that little frown on your face, but he didn’t expect you to be like this….hell, you were the best kind of stuck up. 

You were a brat who didn’t even know they were. 

And this impression that Suna got of you only increased as he talked to you. As he explained the procedure and put on gloves, he watched the nervousness in your face slowly morph into distrust, maybe even a bit of doubt. 

“Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let's get that top off and mark where you want these bad boys.” 

“Do I really need to take it all the way off?” you asked. 

Suna chuckled, he wondered if you knew just how condescending your tone was. 

“Not at all sweetheart, just keep it outta my way and we’ll be good.” 

You turned your head towards the wall before lifting your shirt over your breasts, your face still hot with embarrassment. 

Suna had to bite his tongue to stop himself from letting out a low whistle. He’d pierced some pretty people throughout his career, but you? It wasn’t even sexual….. The sight in front of him was almost art. The way that you wouldn't meet his eyes, the way your knuckles were turning light at how hard you clasped the hem of your shirt. 

Yeah, your tits were great but the now exposed sight of where the tops of your thighs pressed together was far better. 

“Umm, are you gonna mark them now?” you asked, he’d been quiet for a bit now. 

“Just looking for symmetry sweetheart, don’t get your panties in a twist, we’ve got all the time in the world.” 

You frowned. 

“I just think that-”

Suddenly the little wheeled chair that he was sitting on was right next to you, and his face was close to yours, too close to be appropriate. 

“I know what I’m doing Princess…. No need to think.”

Your head snapped away from him, choosing to lock your gaze onto the opposite wall. 

Fuck…… his attractiveness was making this seem a lot more hot and a lot less unprofessional.

Rintarō just laughed again before going and opening a couple of cabinets along the wall, pulling out his already sterilized equipment along with a couple of paper towels. 

“What’re those for?” you asked, skeptical as you watched the piercer open the small freezer he had, taking an ice cube from a tray. 

Your eyes widened as he approached you with them. 

“‘K, it’s time for the not-so-fun part, it’s gonna be cold okay?” 

“Wait!” you gasped, “can’t I do that myself?” 

“Do you have gloves on?” 

You winced when he lowered the ice cube onto your nipple, trying your best to stay still as you felt the little pricks of cold travel down your torso, straight to your core. 

This was probably something you should’ve thought about before choosing to get nipple piercings from the hottest man alive. You’d never really known if you had sensitive nipples because none of your partners had ever really tried that. 

So if you were busy avoiding Rintarō’s gaze before, you were absolutely booked doing it now. 

But despite your attempts to hide it, Rintarō could tell. 

He could tell with the way that he could feel your heartbeat pounding under his fingers as he held the ice cube to your left breast, rubbing it around the area of the nipple so as to not make any certain spot unbearably cold. 

He watched your face amusedly when the cube ran over the bud itself, the way you slightly bit your lip, and how your knees twitched. 

“Alright, here’s why we ice it first….” he said, dropping the ice cube into the sink before returning to your side.

“Why do we- fuck!!” you hissed, your upper half involuntarily pulling away from Rintarō, who’d just cinched the clamp onto your left nipple. 

He instructed you to breathe, placing his hand on your shoulder as he helped your inhale pattern, lightly squeezing to help distract you from the fact that your nipple felt like it was caught in a crab’s claw. 

How the fuck did some people enjoy this shit? 

It burned! And all you could think about was how fucking sore your tit would be!

You were beginning to regret this decision. 

But then it happened…

“‘Atta girl….you’re doing real good…..” 

Thank god you were able to hide your face behind your arms that were still holding your shirt up, because if you hadn’t Rintarō would’ve been able to see your eyes widen and your jaw drop open in shock at the absolutely filthy amount of bass in his voice. 

Holy shit…..

You didn’t know if you wanted him to do it again or if you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. 

Was he trying to do this? 

….probably…..

You convinced yourself that this was how he treated every girl that came in for an appointment with him. He held their hands a bit too long when he shook them, he smirked at them as he ‘assessed’ them through their tops, called them ‘sweetheart’ and ‘princess’.....

Men were pigs….. That was your conclusion. This man was no different. 

Unfortunately, that realization did nothing to cease the wet patch currently growing between your thighs. 

You decided you’d just press your eyes closed and tough it out, that you wouldn’t provoke him in any way…. You really couldn’t handle another unattainable crush, especially on a man you’d just met. 

“Ok, I’m gonna take it off now…” he warned. 

You sighed, ready for the pinching to be over as your nipple was now cold AND achy. You still questioned how anyone in their right fucking mind could be into that……. That was until Rintarō’s finger nudged it. 

You barely stopped a moan from ripping out of your chest.

Did you understand now?

Suna chuckled as he heard the little gasp you were unable to suppress, and don’t think he didn’t notice how you readjusted yourself, thighs rubbing together as he (as gently as he could) took the clamp off and went to place the ink dot. 

“Feel better?” He asked, watching as you let out a relieved sigh when the clamp was finally gone. 

You nodded, still not willing to look him in the eye.

“Well…. This is the part that’s even less fun.” He retrieved the needle. 

“I’m gonna count you down, on one I’m gonna need you to take a nice deep breath for me okay?”

You nodded. 

Suna really wished he could see your face right now. He’d almost give anything just to see your expression as he prepared to push the needle through. 

And while you liked to think that the universe was good to you, the universe was better to Rintarō.

He nearly groaned as a high-pitched whine let your lips when he pushed the needle through, your body slightly jerking against his chair in pain as you let out a breathy ‘fuck’ as he followed the needle with the jewelry. 

Even as he took the needle away from your body, the piercing complete, you were letting out little whines about how bad it hurt. 

And while he should’ve soothed you and let you know it was over, he couldn’t help but take the chance to quickly admire his work. 

Fuck…. He thought, he was almost angry at how fucking good you looked. 

Your shirt was still up, he let his eyes wander down past your newly pierced nipple, down to your plush waist and soft stomach.

God, you looked so fucking nice…. he wanted to feel it, under his fingers….. under him…….

He cleared his throat, trying to adjust himself in his pants, trying to make his embarrassingly prominent hard-on less apparent before you saw him. 

“Are you done?” You asked meekly. 

Fuck…… now you were being sweet?

He wanted to see you again….no….he needed to see you again…

But how would he get a little spoiled princess like you back in his chair? Or better yet, in his bed?

“All done sweetheart….” he chuckled. 

You sat up, straightening out your shirt as you looked at him with confusion. 

“But what about the other one?”

“Well……” Rintarō sighed, resting his elbows on his knees as he prayed that you wouldn’t see through his shitty plan to ensure he got to see you again. 

“....it’s probably best that we split this into two sessions….. You didn’t do as well as most people with the first one, so I think it might be best that we come back in about a week and do the other one. That way I can also check up on how this one’s doing.” 

“Really?” 

The way that you frowned made Suna afraid that you saw straight through his bullshit lie, but he couldn’t turn back now, so he just nodded. 

“I’d really prefer to just get it done now though….all at once…”

“ ‘m sorry sweetheart, but I really do think it’s best if we split this up..” 

You just stared at him for a couple of seconds, trying to melt him under your gaze, hoping to see if he was actually telling the truth or if he just wanted some scummy opportunity to charge you double.

And while you thought that the glare you offered was pretty worthy, Rintarō just laughed.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stood up and gathered your things as quickly as you could. You couldn’t believe this… he was really gonna make you waste your time like this?

You looked back to him as soon as you’d collected all of your things, 

“You’re really sure that a whole extra session is needed?” 

Rintarō wanted to coo at the way your face was scrunched up, your nose slightly scrunched and your eyes pressed into a distrusting squint. 

“Wanna pinkie promise Princess?” he asked playfully, reaching out his hand, which you instinctively slapped away. 

You wanted to apologize as soon as you did it, (even though you doubt it hurt, it was still rude) but as soon as you saw the look in his eyes as he chuckled and feigned offense, the apology died on your tongue. 

So you opted instead to just put your nose into the air and turn on your heel.

“Fine. I guess I’ll see you in a week,” you said, exiting the room before the smug piercer could say anything smart. 

You begrudgingly made another appointment, and while you thought about asking for the female piercer to do your next one, the thought of them turning out weird due to a different artist, made you stick with the rude, cocky piercer (who just happened to be incredibly hot). 

Over the next couple of days, you tried your best to relax and forget about the impending appointment. Unfortunately, the new barbell running through your left nipple wasn’t letting you. 

And every time you felt any discomfort, you couldn’t help but think about Rintarō.

……he really was your exact type… sure his attitude could definitely be better…. but since when were you into guys with great attitudes? 

Or great personalities? 

Or great anything to be honest….

So unfortunately with every wince of pain or every ice-pack session, your mind wandered to the tall man. You found yourself thinking about his voice…and his hands….. 

The trouble really came though, whenever your new piercing would rub up against anything. You did nothing to silence your gasps and whimpers of pain/ odd pleasure in the silence of your own space, but as soon as you felt those little tingles in your stomach from the stimulation, you’d find your mind wandering to him. 

You just couldn’t help it… as frustrating as it was, you were beyond attracted to Rintarō.

And while Rintarō wasn’t suffering nearly as much as you were, he was still suffering. 

You were constantly on his mind when he was piercing, when he was tattooing, and especially when he was sketching ideas for clients, some would call you his inspiration….to him it felt more like you were haunting him. 

And it didn’t even stop when he left work. In fact, it got worse. Because outside of work, he didn’t have to try and rein in all of his thoughts, which left his mind wandering further and further each time, trying to recall what your voice sounded like when you whined, trying to remember what your face looked like all flustered and nervous. 

He found himself thinking of you as he touched himself in the shower, thinking about how you’d act once you dropped the pretentious princess act. It was always the girls like you, the bratty, ‘trust no one’ girls that were the most fun to tame. 

And while the way you acted was a lot of what he thought about, that was only because if he thought about your body, he would totally lose it. 

Every time he closed his eyes he could see it, the way that your thighs and ass jiggled when you walked out of his room, the way that the fat of your stomach tensed when he ran the needle through your nipple, and especially the way that your tits rose and fell as he counted you down from three.  

It’d been so long since Rintarō had felt like this like he was going through puberty again. Every little thought about you was getting him hot under the collar, and with every thought, the need to see you again became greater and greater. 

So when he saw you walk into the shop for your second appointment, he couldn’t even contain the grin that took over his face. 

But you weren’t in the mood for games today. You’d just gotten done with your morning class, the class that you shared with that asshole that had practically rejected you. 

You had run into him after class (and by ran into him, you meant he practically trapped you against your car outside) and he asked if he could see you again, saying that he ‘messed up’ and that ‘he missed you’. 

And while a couple of months ago, you would’ve jumped at the chance to reconcile, you’d learned your lesson. 

But that asshole, wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept pressing… and pressing… and pressing… and now? 

Now you had a coffee date after your appointment with a man you’d rather eat sand than see. 

So when you walked into that piercing room for a second time, you really didn’t have the mental energy for the hell that Rintarō was planning on putting you through. 

The first 30 seconds (maybe) of the appointment went fine. The problems started when Rintarō opened his mouth. 

“Nervous?” 

The question was innocent enough, but you were already on edge and you really needed to nip the teasing in the bud. Even if it was quite literally the hottest man you’d ever met doing the teasing. 

“Nope,” you said, short and sweet (but maybe a little bit cold due to how quickly it came out of your mouth and definitely due to the monotonous way you said it). 

“Really?” Rintarō hummed as he prepped his equipment, you sounded tense, he thought,...... that made it even better. “You’re big talk today, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes but said nothing, not wanting to give a reaction.

Rintarō just chuckled. 

“Alright, ice cube time.” he said, “Shirt up pretty girl.” 

You thanked god that you pulled your shirt up quick enough to hide the look of humiliation on your face. You could barely even feel the coldness of the ice due to the feeling of shame that was already beginning to burn in your stomach.

You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t get… excited today. You swore that no matter how hot he looked or sounded, you wouldn’t feel the need to offer him yourself, ass up on his chair…. How were you already failing?

But the worst was yet to come.

Over the past week, you’d (unfortunately) developed a deep understanding of how sensitive your nipples were. And after several, rather embarrassing, experiments, you’d found out that, despite your previous thoughts and feeling towards people who got aroused by pain, having them pinched, tugged, or even just rubbed was a one-way ticket to arousal. 

So when Rintarō replaced the ice cube with the clamp, you had to focus nearly all of your energy on keeping yourself from moaning. 

And while you didn’t make any noise, Rintarō definitely noticed the way your chest caught and how you squirmed in his chair. 

He got your attention with a small hum before asking, 

“You mind if I check the swelling of this one Princess?”, referring to your week-old piercing.

You would have said no if you knew what that meant. Unfortunately, you thought that checking for swelling meant looking at it, maybe even putting an ice cube on it…..nope

Checking for swelling meant you had to work twice as hard not to let out any sounds as Rintaro poked and pushed at your nipple, making you painfully aware of how embarrassingly wet you were getting. 

You needed to hurry up and get outta here. If he kept getting you worked up, you might end up sleeping with the fucking asshole you were about to get coffee with, and you’d rather die than do that. 

“Isn’t the other one ready to pierce yet?” you asked, trying to ask as nicely as possible without seeming pushy. 

“Just a little while longer. ‘Wanna make sure it’s easy for the needle.” 

You frowned. Rintarō sounded like he’d just shrugged you off with that answer, and he didn’t even stop looking at your tits! Sure maybe the first couple of prods at the piercing were permitted, but it was getting into unprofessional territory. 

But Rintarō just couldn’t help it. You were just so soft….. and he’d been thinking about you for the last 7 fucking days… and by the looks of it, you’d been thinking of him just as much. 

Don’t think that you could hide the way your breath would jump every time he spoke, don’t think he didn’t see the way your lower stomach tensed when his fingers brushed against your piercing. 

“Come on….” you huffed, it had been at least two extra minutes and he still hadn’t made any move to take off the clamp, 

“It has to be okay by now, what are you even- fuck!”

Suna grinned as you finally let out the moan you’d been holding in after he’d just barely nudged the clamp over your right nipple. 

“See…” he cooed, “now it’s ready…”

You just sat in shock as he gathered the stuff to finally pierce your nipple with, whistling to himself as if you hadn’t just let out the neediest sound ever. 

You had half a mind to give him the scolding of his lifetime, but as soon as he turned around with the needle, making eye contact with you as he stood over your laying body, the words died on your tongue. 

“You want me to take it off now?” he asked, the way his eyes gleamed made your stomach sink and your thighs twitch but you weren’t ready to give in just yet. 

“What kind of question is that? Don’t you- shit!” 

He didn’t even give you a warning before “gently” removing the clamp. 

What the fuck was up with this man? Why was he doing this to you? Certainly, he couldn’t see how aroused this was making you, right? If he knew just how fucking overwhelmed you felt right now he’d stop, right? 

“You okay sweetheart?” 

You wanted to kill him. 

The way that he asked the question wasn’t innocent at all, this cocky motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing to you. And the worst part about it all? The bastard wasn’t embarrassed, or sorry, no…. he was smug about it. 

You wondered if you should say something….. tell him that you didn’t appreciate being treated like you were the entertainment.

But if you did that, who knows what would happen. He could refuse to do your piercing (and you refused to face this man a third time to get it) or even worse, he could make this the worst piercing in the world. He could make it to where you’d have to live with lopsided nipple jewelry or make it to where you’d be bleeding on and off for two straight weeks!

So with all of that in mind, you bit your tongue and just mumbled out a disgruntled “yeah, I’m fine.” 

But Rintarō wanted you to react. He wanted to see that little face you made when you were mad again, he’d been thinking about it forever. Thinking about the way your bottom lip pushed out in a pout when he fucked his fist, the way that he knew, if he tried hard enough, he could probably make you break, make you so frustrated you’d admit that you wanted him. 

He went ahead and lined you up and then you felt the tip of the needle against your skin. 

“Alright Sweetheart, from three again…. Ready?” 

This time you were prepared, this time the only sound you let out (much to Suna’s disappointment) was a small ‘mmph’

And almost as soon as he’d put the barbell, you were sliding your shirt back down and gathering your things to leave. 

“Woah…. What’s the rush, Princess?” 

Suna didn’t want you to leave yet. He knew that if you walked out that door, he’d probably never see you again, and he still needed to figure out a way to get a date or at least your number.

“Aren’t we done?”

“Well yeah, but I still need to brief you on how to take care of them now.” 

You turned to look at him.

“Didn’t you do that last time?” 

He had, in fact, done that last time. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t bullshit his way through 10 extra minutes with you. 

“I didn’t cover everything then Sweetheart.” 

You could feel your eye starting to twitch in annoyance. When you looked down at your phone for the time, you saw that not only was there only 15 minutes until your “date”, but there was also a text from the guy you were going to see saying, 

‘Just got to the cafe, can’t wait to see you ;)’

The scowl on your face deepened, a detail that Rintarō didn’t miss. 

“Don’t you have a pamphlet or something? I really need to go….” 

“It’ll take five minutes, tops.” 

Even if it did only take five minutes (which you doubted it would), it was rush hour and the coffee shop was 10 minutes away (almost 20 with traffic). 

“I really can’t I have a date in like 10 minutes.”

You hoped that that would finally get Rintarō to give up, even if it meant you’d be implying that you were off the market to the man who’d plagued your dreams for the last week. 

‘Oh?’ Suna thought, ‘A date? Well gosh….he didn’t want you to miss that.’

Suna shrugged.

“Tell him to wait.” 

“ph-w-what….?” you sputtered out, looking at him in shock as he just continued to clean up his work area.

“What princess? I thought you liked bossing men around? Tell your little date he can wait.”

You were sure that you looked like a fish with the way your mouth was opening and closing, searching for the words to say as your brain ran a mile a minute to catch up. 

“Excuse me?” was all that ended up coming out, earning a deep chuckle from Rintarō, one that may or may not have caused your knees to weaken a little. 

“I’m just saying Sweetheart, you took all this time to come in for a second appointment and now you’re trying to leave? Don’t I need to teach you how to take care of yourself?” 

If your face felt hot before, it felt like it was on fire now. Despite his light-hearted body language, nothing was innocent about what Rintarō had just said. 

The inner turmoil, the choice to either run away with your tail between your legs or to take a chance in the lion's dens, was dizzying. Especially when you could see the way the lion's thick muscles tensed and rippled as he cleaned. Especially when you knew that the lion was hungry…. and that you’d be the meal.

“I only made the second appointment because you told me to.” 

“Hmm…..are you sure?” 

Rintarō had finally finished cleaning, but now he was approaching you, grinning when you make your way to the door in avoidance. 

“Why the fuck would I have made one otherwise?” you gaped, placing one hand anxiously on the door handle. 

“ok…..I’ll let you go..” 

You sighed in relief, but it was a bit too soon. 

“I’ll let you go if you answer one question.”

“Sure….” you scoffed, “...what’s your question?”

Suna was standing directly in front of you now, barely an arm's length away. 

“Your date….. Is he better looking than me?”

…..did you hear that correctly?

“....huh?” 

Suna laughed again before looking straight into your eyes.

“Is he?” 

Your eyes must’ve popped out of your head as you just stared at the man staring right back at you, clearly expecting an answer to the incredibly invasive question. 

“That’s incredibly unprofessional AND none of your business…” 

You went to open the door, but you were too slow. Rintarō had already boxed you in against it, using one hand to keep it closed while the other rested on the other side of your head, bringing back to your attention, just how large it was. 

How tall was he again? He couldn’t have been anything less than 6’2”..... That was definitely taller than the guy from your lit class. And he was definitely hotter than the guy from your lit class. 

And although you’d known that he was incredibly hot, from this close, Rintarō was impossible hotter. From here you could see just how well built he was, with veins running along the forearms that were trapping you against the door, covered in little ink designs and god were his shoulders wide….

You were ashamed of how turned on you were right now. This really wasn’t the time to be ogling and drooling over a man you barely knew, especially since it was the same man who was literally holding you hostage. 

“You promised me one question pretty girl…” 

Rintarō thought that it was cute the way you were avoiding his eyes, your face was all scrunched up into that little angry expression and while he loved that he now got to see it up close, he prayed that he wasn’t close enough that his quickly growing hard-on would brush against your body because while it was obvious that your body was reacting to his, he needed you to tell him…. 

He needed you to tell him that he wasn’t crazy, he wanted you to tell him that you’d been thinking of him just as much as he’d been thinking of you. 

He needed to know if you’d wondered how he’d feel against you because fuck had he been thinking about what you would feel like under him. 

You rolled your eyes, still not looking as you mumbled out your answer. 

“What was that?” 

“.....no.”

The look that came onto Rintarō’s face should’ve worried you. The way that he smiled made him look like a fox in a chicken coop. But despite your better judgment, you felt your panties getting even damper. 

“Why don’t you stay a little then? Tell that fucking loser you found someone better.” 

“Better?” you scoffed. “Did you forget that this is pretty much harassment?”

“You’re free to leave Princess……I won’t stop you.” 

The same smug smirk graced his face as he backed away from you, leaving you completely free to leave the room. All it would take was for you to turn the handle and leave.

…..so why wouldn’t your body move?

Rintarō busied himself with something at the counters across the room, forcing you to live with your silence and contemplate just what you were expecting him to do when you said that. 

Did you want to stay? 

He was by far the prettiest man you’d ever seen, practically a god. 

And he seemed to be into you…..

……and you were definitely into him….

And so, with your face burning in embarrassment and your stomach burning with need, you cleared your throat before sitting back down on the chair and quietly telling Rintarō,

“......maybe you should tell me how to take care of them…..” 

That’s exactly what Rintarō wanted to hear. 

This is what he’d been waiting for….fuck you were gorgeous….

The way that your thighs were sandwiched together, the way that your stomach covered the tops of them. He knew that he’d just seen it less than 2 minutes ago, but god did he want to see it again, but this time, this time he wanted to feel it. 

He wanted to feel your thighs pressed against his ears while he tasted you, wanted to watch that bratty, stuck-up little look fall off of your face when he pushed his fingers down your throat and fucked you into his chair. 

But he’d start off slow. He knew that your type was easy to scare off, girls like you didn’t trust easy. 

Your eyes wouldn't meet his as he abandoned his place at the counter, slowly returning to his stool. 

The intensity of his stare felt like fire against your skin and it was quickly making you doubt your decision to sit back down. 

He sat down. 

You could feel yourself starting to sweat. What the hell was he doing? He was just sitting there…..staring. 

After 20 painful seconds, you finally spoke up. 

“What?” 

Rintarō grinned. 

“Shirt up pretty girl.” 

You went to raise the hem of your shirt but paused, the awkward feeling of Rintarō staring making you stall. 

“Look away” you mumbled, making Rintarō scoff but nevertheless divert his eyes. 

Your freshly pierced nipples glinted under the annoying fluorescent lighting, reminding you of just how wet you actually were, how needy Rintarō had made you over the last week. 

You wanted him to touch you, to brush his fingers against the barbells as he’d done earlier. But instead of asking, instead of telling him how badly you needed him, you just mumbled out a small “done.” and focused your gaze on a spot on the wall. 

“Fuck….” rintarō sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his spread thighs as he admired you. 

His work was, of course, amazing. But the art was only as good as its canvas and fuck did you make his art look good. He could feel his cock twitch in his jeans, begging him to hurry up and bury himself in you. 

But not yet… 

“Touch them.” 

His request was simple, and it shouldn’t have surprised you considering the fact that you both were well aware of where this was headed, but still, you felt your face burn as you stuttered out a small “excuse me?” 

“Pinch ‘em for me, Princess. I wanna make sure you’re satisfied with my services.”

It was your turn to scoff

“as if…” 

Suna shrugged at your words, and to your surprise, he stood up and turned towards the door. 

“Alright. I’ll let you redress then…” 

“Wait!” your worried voice made him stop, the grin coming back onto his face as he turned back towards you. 

You were looking up at him now, your eyes on him but still not meeting his own. Your fingers untwisted in your lap and unsurely traveled up your torso. 

Suna chuckled as he sat back down, watching as your hands stopped at your tits, clearly embarrassed and unsure of what exactly he wanted from you.

You gasped as your fingers experimentally tapped on both barbells, over the past few days you’d become acclimated to the sensation of playing with your piercing, but now that they were both done, the feeling of running your fingers over the small metal pieces was entirely new. 

Your piercings weren’t healed enough to pinch yourself yet, so you settled with softly rolling the pads of your fingers over them, circling the areolas as you bit back the small sounds trying to force their way out. 

You screwed your eyes shut when an embarrassingly loud whimper came out of you, your torso jerking away from the back of the chair as you landed a slightly harder flick to your week-old piercing. 

You couldn’t see what Rintarō was doing but you could hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone and his zipper coming down. And that thought, the thought of him pulling his cock out to stroke to you playing with your tits made you burn even more. 

You wanted to touch yourself, but he didn’t say that you could. Nevertheless, you found one of your hands trailing down to rub against your clothed core, rubbing against it through the soft material of your leggings. As the other continued to play with your tits. 

Rintarō couldn’t help but groan at the site. Even though he hadn’t told you to, you were already grinding against your palm, your fingers stuffed between your thighs, he could feel his restraint slipping, the need to be between your thighs, replacing your hand with his cock was almost too much….. almost. 

“Take ‘em off.” 

“What?” you breathed, your eyes opening just wide enough to see the upper half of his torso, thankfully not enough to catch glimpse of what he was doing with his hands. 

“I wanna see you…” 

You prided yourself so much on the fact that you knew how to stay in control of your own body, but something about Rintarō….. Something about him made you want to do it, to do anything he asked of you. 

But still, half of the fun was doing the exact opposite of what he told you to do. 

Suna watched as you turned your nose up at him, that little frown gracing your lips for just a second before being disrupted by a light moan. He watched as you took your bottom lip between your teeth and continued to grind against your hand, ignoring his request completely. 

He stood with a small ‘tsk’ and walked over to you, stilling your hands by gripping your wrists. 

“Being stubborn Princess?” he asked, looming over your panting figure. 

You somehow found it within yourself to roll your eyes, making Rintarō groan. 

Girls like you really were the most fun to break. 

Without a word of warning, Rintarō’s hand replaced yours, squeezing between your thigh and grabbing the fat of your cunt between his fingers, making you squeal as you tried to pull your hands from his grip.

He just chuckled before bringing your wrists over your head, pinning them to the headrest of the chair. 

“What’s wrong Princess? Wishing you’d listened?” 

He started to move his hand, massaging the outside of your cunt with his fingers, making you gasp and moan every time his middle finger managed to catch your clit. 

He wanted you to look at him. Wanted you to see the look of hunger in his eyes as he planned what the best way to fuck you would be. You’d been avoiding his gaze, running from the reality of what was happening, he wanted you to know just how hard you made him, just how much he wanted you. 

“What are you-mph!” your gasp of surprise was muffled as Rintarō stuffed two of his fingers into your mouth, releasing your hands to come down and clutch his forearm. 

He groaned at how warm it felt. 

‘Fuck’ he thought, how nice would it be to be balls deep in your throat?

Of course, he wanted more than that today, but that definitely sounded like something to do in the future. 

“Fuck…” he groaned, feeling your tongue flex beneath his fingers as you, despite your better judgment, began to suck on them, wrapping your tongue around them, pretending that it was something more. 

But the real thing was so much bigger, sitting on the edge of your visual field, laying against the side of the chair by your cheek. 

Fuck it was big. 

“So naughty….” Rintar ōwhispered, his fingers running between your lips, feeling just how wet you were for him. “You’re not gonna strip for me? Do I have to do everything for you?” 

Without warning he yanked down your leggings, groaning as you subconsciously raised your hips off of the chair to help him force the fabric down past your knees, leaving them to hang off of your ankles. 

You only moaned around his fingers, digging your nails into the thick muscle of his forearm that was now pressing against your stomach as his fingers started to massage your cunt again. 

He hadn’t even touched you there and you were almost shaking, wanting to beg him to touch your clit or better yet stuff his fingers inside of you. 

You remembered how thick his fingers were. Fuck they’d feel good buried in you. 

Rintarō groaned as he felt you whine around his fingers. 

“What was that sweetheart?” He asked, finally pulling out of your mouth. 

“Touch me….” you moaned, throwing your head back against the chair to avoid his piercing gaze. 

He tsked, his fingers leaving your cunt to grip your plush stomach, making you gasp. 

“Is that how we ask for things, Pretty girl?” 

He raised his fingers to your piercings, flicking the old one, making you cry out. 

“Why don’t we try asking for daddy’s fingers like a good little girl?” 

You couldn’t tell if your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but you definitely felt all of the air leave your lungs. 

You needed him…. Bad….. so bad that you were willing to give up everything you believed in …. willing to beg. 

“Please….” you whined, almost too quiet to hear…. 

“What was that Princess?” Rintarō asked, he wanted to hear you admit it louder, admit that you needed him. 

“Touch me….please..” you begged, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you’d sat in the chair to be pierced.

Rintarō could’ve cum on the spot. If not because of the tears painting your lower lashline, then definitely because of the way you’d finally decided to give yourself to him. 

Without a word, he pushed two fingers into you, groaning as you cried out and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to root yourself in something as his fingers curled up into you, finding your g-spot within seconds. 

“Fuck…. Please….” you whined, nails digging into his back as his digits drug against your walls, curling and prodding at all the right spots, making you see stars as you moaned into his shoulder. 

“Shit….” He groaned…. “You’re so fucking tight Princess….” 

Rinatrō was pressing his dick against the chair, humping the upholstery as his hips unwillingly jerked with each sound you made.

Never had he been more grateful for the thick walls of the room, because he’d be damned if anyone else got to hear the sounds coming from you as he fucked you on his fingers, stretching you out for his cock. 

“Feels good….” you whined as his fingers brushed up against your g-spot again, making your eyes flutter shut as your thighs unconsciously pressed together. 

Rintarō groaned at the feeling of your legs squeezing against his wrist, trying to constrict his movement as his fingers bullied in and out of your cunt. 

You were so fucking soft…and so fucking warm…. he could feel his cock leaking onto the chair, leaving a smudge of pre merely inches from your pouting lips. 

“Yeah?” he grunted, ducking down, “feels good Princess?”

His face was so close to yours, so close that you could smell the mint on his breath, you wondered if you could taste it. 

“Mhmm” you hummed, your eyes flicking down to his lips. Not even trying to hide your want.

Suna got the message… but didn’t comply and kiss you. He wanted to make you work for it, for you to admit that you needed his tongue in your mouth as he prepped you for him. 

Your pout deepened, making Rintarō chuckle.

“You wanna kiss Princess?”

You nodded, the pout not leaving your lips as you offered them to Rintarō, who amusedly ignored them, making you whine in protest. 

“If you wanna kiss princess, take it…” 

Your eyes widened at his words. Somehow, even with his fingers, knuckles deep in your pussy and his other fingers wet with your spit, asking for a kiss seemed humiliating. 

But still… something burned in you when he made you ask for it, and you could try to roll your eyes and hide how much his demands turned you on, but the way that you clenched around his fingers didn’t lie.

He had you wrapped around his finger. 

You slowly wrapped your hand around the back of his head, and pulled his lips down to yours, opening as soon as his tongue touched your lips to allow it into your mouth, moaning at the feeling of it scraping against the roof. 

He groaned at the way your cunt squeezed around his finger as you sucked on his tongue. He couldn’t believe you’d actually done it, he thought you’d be harder to break. 

You could feel your end approaching, your hips were grinding against his forearm as you rode his fingers.

You cried out into his mouth as his thumb began to glide across your clit. 

Rintarō could feel you getting tighter, feel your walls firming up around his fingers as he pushed into your soft spot with every jerk of his wrist. 

God, you were so wet, he could get off to the sounds of your gushing cunt alone, the way your juices were coating his palm, he bet that if he tried hard enough he could make you cum harder than you ever had before. 

He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, not even trying to hide his panting as his hips desperately jerked into the side of the chair.

Your mouth dropped open as his pace somehow quickened, his palm beginning to slap against your clit with the force he was finger fucking you. 

You could feel him pressing up against that spot inside of you with every thrust, but you didn’t know what it meant until you felt that unfamiliar feeling rising up inside of you. 

You remembered the first time you squirted. It wasn’t with any of your past relationships, it’d actually been so long ago that you had nearly forgotten that you were capable of doing it, but as the sounds of your cunt became louder, and that shameful urge to piss came over you, you knew that you were about to do it again. 

“No….” you gasped, trying, to no avail, to stop Suna’s fingers from continuing to piston into you. “No, please…” 

He just laughed….hadn’t you squirted before? 

……fuck….. was this the first time? 

He ignored your cries and pleas to slow down, his tunnel vision focusing in on making you gush all over his chair. 

He cooed at you as you began to cry, still begging him to stop as your legs began to shake around his arm. 

He decided that he couldn’t have you ruining your own orgasm and stuffed his free fingers back into your mouth, pressing down against your tongue as muffled cries and pleas still left your throat. 

“Come on pretty girl….” he panted above you, “you can do it…” 

It was too much…. You’d been holding on for too long. 

You couldn’t hold it much longer. 

With a final sob, you felt yourself lose the fight, your hips jumping off of the chair as the embarrassing liquid sprayed against Rintarō’s forearm, soaking the chair beneath you.

“Fucckk…..” he moaned, fucking you through your high on his fingers, groaning as you squirted all over his arm, practically drenching him in your arousal. 

“Good girl…..” he cooed, as you came down from your high, your unfocused eyes meeting his. “.....such a good girl for me…” 

Rintarō could practically feel his heartbeat in his dick as he rubbed your slick across your pussy, painting the fat of your thighs and stomach with the clear liquid, lightheaded from the fact he’d been able to make you cum so hard. 

He looked down at you…. His face dropped. 

You were staring back up at him with tears in your eyes, sniffling like a baby as your chin wobbled in embarrassment. 

“heyyy….What’s wrong Princess?” he whispered, automatically retracting his hand from its position between your thighs as he guided you to sit up in the chair. 

“You-….” you hiccupped, hot, shameful tears welling in your eyes as you grabbed his arm to stand on shaky legs. 

Rintarō looked down at you, worry gathering in his brow as you took watery breaths.

You took him by surprise and pushed him into the chair, making him sputter out a confused ‘huh’? Before you stretched your leg over his hips to straddle him, barely able to balance fully on your feet as you sat over his bulge, trapping him against his chair. 

“What’re you doing princess?” Rintarō asked, genuinely confused as you brought your hand up to wipe away the tears in your eyes. 

“That was mean….” you mumbled…. 

Suna let out a light moan as soon as he felt it, the slight circling of your hips against his crotch, he couldn't see it, but he could feel the wetness of your cunt gliding against his bare dick, slicking it with your cum as you let out little whines above him. 

“Come on Princess…..” he asked, taking your hips and beginning to force you off of his lap. “Let me up and I’ll give it to you….” 

The warm hand around his throat took him by surprise, he looked up at you with wide eyes. 

“Stay still…” you demanded, your hips still pushing and pulling, dragging his cock across your entrance. “You had your fun….”

You trailed off, throwing your head back with a whine as his tip caught on your clit again, slightly overstimulating you as you prepared yourself to take him. 

All Suna could do was watch you, fuck he was drowning in you, your plush body completely covering his as you guided his hands up to grip your ass before laying down against him, pressing your freshly pierced, overly sensitive tits into his chest. 

You took the hand that was wrapped around his throat and slid it to the back of his neck, pulling him into a loose kiss, tracing his tongue with yours as you felt him rumble beneath you, his chest vibrating against your tits. 

You looked up at him, your face in an expression of reckless want before pulling a deep groan out of him as you guided him to your entrance and sank down onto his cock. 

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were grinding yourself against his hips, his cock so deep in you that you swore you were seeing stars. 

“Shit…” he grunted, his fingers digging into your sides, trying to slow you down in fear of cumming like a high schooler, “slow down baby….” 

You only shook your head, your hips driving him crazy, forcing him to look away from you in fear of losing it too soon. 

He felt so good, hitting so deep inside of you. You swore that you’d never go back to ordinary dick again, not if this is what it could feel like… what it should feel like. 

Your legs burned with how long you’d been riding him, the protest of the muscle finally overwhelming the need to have him dragging against your walls. 

Rintarō was finally able to stop moaning when your hips ceased, making his eyes snap open to find your eyes inches from his, watching him expectantly. 

Without a word, you crawled off of him, barely able to stand as your knees shook in exhaustion. 

“Wh-?” Rintarō was bewildered as he sat up, looking at you in shock as you stood beside him, your arms crossing over the fat of your tits as if you were expecting something. 

“Get up,” you demanded. 

And somehow, for some reason, Suna found himself getting up, wincing at the feeling of gravity against his leaking cock. 

You casually wrapped a hand around his dick, making him gasp, a whine rising in the back of his throat. 

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” you asked, the same condescending tone that you usually sported, making a re-emergence as you folded yourself over the back of the chair, presenting your ass to him like it was on a fucking platter. 

It took him a second. After all, all of the blood that was usually in his brain was currently flooding his dick, but after a second he caught up. And when he did he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You’re trying to tell me what to do Princess?” he asked, pulling an unexpected whimper from your mouth as he palmed the thickness of your ass. 

“Thought you said I like to boss men around?” You retorted, suddenly grinding back on him, making him bite his lip as his cock jumped between your ass cheeks. 

‘Fuck’ he thought, watching you as you arched your back more, trying and succeeding to tempt him. “Guess I was right…” 

You nearly screamed when, without warning, he slammed his cock into you, thrusting balls deep as the fronts of his thighs pressed against your ass. 

“Shit.” he hissed, not able to control his hips from bucking into you too fast to last any longer than the next couple of minutes. “You feel so good Sweetheart….” he gasps, his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back at the same time he thrust forward, making your whole body shake with the force at which he was pounding into you. 

“Please…” you begged, too dumb to form any coherent sentence. “....more…” 

“You want more Sweetheart?” Rintarō grunted, going to push his arm under you to play with your clit, when your phone rang from in your bag. 

Both of you looked at it from its place on the foot of the chair, the vibrations making it almost impossible to ignore. 

Neither of you knew who was calling, but you both had a pretty good idea of it. 

Before you could stop him, Rintarō was pulling the phone out of your bag and answering the call from some contact labeled ‘asshole from lit’ 

He said nothing as he pressed accept. 

“Hey, where are you? I’ve been waiting for like half an hour now?”

“No-mphf-” you tried to whisper out before Suna forced your head down against the chair with his free hand, continuing to roll his hips against your ass as he chuckled into the phone. 

‘So this was your ‘date’?’ he thought. 

“Sorry …she’s a bit busy right now….” 

He heard a scoff over the line. 

“And who are you?” 

You let out a muffled protest from underneath Suna, making him that much more tempted to hold the phone down to your mouth before fucking you as hard as humanly possible, letting this asshole know just who you really belonged to. 

“Shhh, sweetheart…” Suna cooed “I’m on the phone..”

He held the phone away from him before thrusting into you again, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot, making you cry out behind your palm which was doing a pretty shitty job to hold back all of your needy little sounds. 

“What the fuck?” he heard on the phone, making him chuckle again, “who the fuck is this?”

The asshole on the other end of the phone sounded angry, but the only thing that Rintarō cared about was how you clamped down that much tighter with the shame of knowing your pleasure was being eavesdropped on. 

You were writhing beneath him, chanting breathless, barely audible ‘harders’ and ‘pleases’ as your thighs shook trying to hold you up. 

And despite the protests from the asshole from your lit class, Rintarō chirped a quick, sunny ‘goodbye!’ before hanging up and refocusing on the feeling of his cock inside of you. 

“Damn it..” he sighed, eyes rolling back as he felt you pushing your hips back to meet his, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock. “Your so fucking hot princess….so fucking good for me…..” 

“That little boy can’t fill you up like I can Princess… fuck- only I can make you feel this good, yeah?”

You nodded, senselessly agreeing with his words, even though it was true. You were so far gone that he could’ve asked you to marry him and you’d probably agree.

“You gotta say it baby….say you love my cock…. That no one can fuck you like daddy…”

“Yes!” you cried, shaking as you felt your second high quickly approaching “.....only you daddy…..love your cock so much….” 

Suna could feel his own end rising as well, the feeling of your wet, plush cunt driving him to the quickest orgasm he’d had since his freshman year of college. 

“Shit princess….. Feels so fucking good…. You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?” 

He asked, reaching down under you, to circle your clit, wanting to feel you squeeze him and milk his load out of him. 

“...yes… fuck-please….gonna….. -fuck- ‘m gonna cum…..” 

Rintarō covered your mouth with his as you squealed in release, squirting on his cock as your cunt tightened around him, pulling his orgasm out of him with a guttural moan.

 He felt your cum dripping down his balls as he emptied himself into you, praying that you were on birth control because your cunt was so tight that it wouldn’t let him pull out. 

He just laid against you, softly grinding into you to gently bring you down from your highs, whispering what a good girl you were, how you took him so well and did so good into your ear, making the after waves of your orgasm that much more enjoyable. 

Eventually, he pulled out of your spent pussy, groaning softly at the wet pop. 

He lightly patted your ass before going over to his station to retrieve some wet paper towels to clean you up. (he really wanted to clean you using his tongue but he decided that was best saved for another day)

But when he turned around, he found you already pulling your leggings back up and your shirt back on, not to mention you were back to avoiding his gaze.

“Woah woah woah, Sweetheart… what’s the rush?

You sighed. You knew how these things worked. You were used to them by now. You weren’t even mad about it this time, you’d gotten the best dick of your life and he’d gotten a bit of stress relief. 

If you didn’t leave first, he’d soon be awkwardly clearing his throat, asking you to get out of his shop and his life. 

Might as well save yourself the embarrassment and bite the bullet now. 

“Hey, I said wait!” he said, grabbing your wrist to stop you from grabbing the door knob. 

“What?” 

It almost made him trip over himself. Was that really it to you? Just walk out the door and bam, gone forever? 

“What do you mean what? You’re just gonna leave?” 

You wanted to roll your eyes, let him know that he could drop the niceties, that you knew where this was going. 

“So what?” you said, turning your face away from him. 

Rintarō groaned as that bratty look came back over your face. No matter how cute it was, now wasn’t the time for you to act like this. 

Did he need to remind you of what just happened? Could you not feel his cum leaking out of you as you spoke?

“That’s it? You’re not gonna give me your number or anything?” 

“I’m not looking for a fuck buddy right now.” you shrugged off, trying to turn back towards the door, only to be stopped again. 

“Who the fuck said anything about that? Now give me your number…” 

“What?” you looked at him incredulously, amazed with his devotion to ‘not hurting your feelings’ 

“Give me your number….” he backed you up against the door, closing you in like he had earlier. 

“Why?” 

‘Incredible….’ Suna thought…. You acted like some smart little college girl, but you didn’t know why he’d want your number?

“Why do you think sweetheart? ‘M gonna take you out…” 

Your mind went blank. 

Take you out? 

“What?” you asked, genuine confusion painting your face as you stared up at him with wide eyes. 

Rintarō scoffed before looking away, making it the first time ever that he’d avoided your eyes. 

He covered his mouth with his hand, rubbing his jaw as he tried to hide the obvious blush coming over his cheeks. 

“God…” he muttered, “you’re really gonna make me spell it out?” 

And it wasn’t until then, until you saw the embarrassed blush and nervousness flickering through his eyes that you understood….

“As if…” 

Suna’s jaw practically dropped when he heard you scoff. 

But nevertheless, you reached into his front pocket, fishing out his phone before holding it out for him to unlock. 

But he was frozen. And for only the second time in the short time you’d known him, he seemed speechless. 

“Well?” you asked, pulling him out of his daze. 

“Shit.. right” he mumbled, unlocking the phone and staring at you in shock as you entered your number before handing it back to him. 

“Alright…..” you said awkwardly, getting ready to turn and head out the door. 

But once again, before you could, Rintarō wrapped his hand around your wrist and turned you around. 

“What no-mphf..” 

Rintarō held you by the chin as he placed one last kiss on your lips before pulling back, grinning. 

“Fuck that felt good,” he said, his smile only getting wider as you rolled your eyes and finally opened the door to leave. 

“Whatever pervert,” you grumbled, ducking your head as you tried to keep yourself from smiling, scowling at him one last time when he landed a light slap on your ass.

Rintarō just laughed as he watched you walk away calling behind you, “see you tomorrow night!” 

You just rolled your eyes and went to the reception desk to pay. 

And even though you left the shop with a small frown on your lips, remembering the obnoxious, inappropriate, insanely hot piercer inside, you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in your chest. 

You got into your car, wondering if that creep from lit had finally gotten the message. 

Your phone chimed. 

Unknown Number: tomorrow night, date, be ready ;)

You smiled.

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[wallydrling]

what have the easter lilies whispered about us?

rating: teen

pairing: wally darling/gn! reader

author's note: it's on ao3 too (and much better formatted over there)!

Julie is not helpful.

You love her, and she's sweet and bubbly, but her advice? Useless, irrelevant, terrible. She is sitting across from you, feet propped up in your lap as she lies on her back and flips through a magazine. She'd been happy to come over at your very sudden request (is always happy to get some extra time with you), but you're beginning to think that you perhaps should have sought out a different resident for the topic that has been plaguing your mind.

"Look, it isn't hard," she says, peering over the magazine to beam at you. "Wally is very receptive to criticism! Just tell him that he sucks at kissing and that you want him to improve."

"What? No–Julie." You shove her legs off of your lap. "He doesn't suck at kissing. He's really cute! His kisses are sweet! He does the muah thing, you know? It's super endearing."

She sits up, grabs you by the shoulders, and gives you a little shake. "I get it! Wally has been my friend practically forever. Everyone knows he's cute! But," she waggles her eyebrows at you, "you don't want him to just do the muah thing anymore, right?"

Yeah, she definitely wasn't the right resident for this. You should've asked Frank, or Eddie–hell, even Barnaby might have better advice. You have no qualms about your relationship with Wally. It is still new; that's true, and he's still learning many different things in many different ways. He asks a lot of questions, and he tries really, really hard. He's constantly pestering Barnaby for romantic advice (or so you hear), and the amount of care that he puts into being better for you is more than you ever could've asked for.

"I don't want to push him," you say. The last thing you want is to drive him away when you've only just gotten him so close. But, "I just…want more from him. I want to try more with him."

Julie hums, considering your words carefully. "Well, have you ever thought that maybe he'd be willing to try if you were honest with him about what you want?"

You sigh, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. "I'm worried that he'd say yes to anything just to appease me."

"Ah, I see," Julie nods. "He is a people-pleaser. Well! You know what that means," she grins at you, and you shake your head because no, you don't. "I've got to play the middle party! I'll take matters into my own hands."

Your eyes go wide, and you begin stuttering out, "What? No–Julie, you can't-"

"Don't worry," she squishes your face between her tiny hands. "I won't say anything to him directly. I'll just…have Barnaby ask him a few pointed questions, and I'll get his answers from the flowers!"

Mouth puckered as she holds onto you, you mumble, "You shouldn't use your connection with the flowers to eavesdrop, Julie."

She gasps, hand flying to touch her chest dramatically. "Eavesdrop? I'm simply helping your relationship blossom!"

You know that she's not likely to take no for an answer, so you merely purse your lips and stare her down. "Just–make sure Barns doesn't push him too hard, alright? I don't want him getting overwhelmed and shutting down."

She gives you a little salute and hops up to her feet. "Your wish is my command!" Her dress flops up and down as she skips towards your front door. She stops, one hand on the knob, and turns to give you her brightest, warmest smile. "I know Wally very well, neighbor. Sometimes, he just needs a little push."

"Okay," you try and return her smile, but the one tugging at your own lips feels forced. "I trust you, Julie."

She blows you a kiss, and leaves your home as quickly as she'd come. Your heart pitter-patters in your chest, and nervousness seeps into your bones, causing your hands to shake. You and Wally have been, pointedly, taking it slow. You're happy to go at his pace. But, you find yourself wondering often if what you see for your relationship as it progresses is what Wally sees. Do your visions line up? Has he even thought about the long-term? Are you more invested than you should be?

You are trying hard not to discredit his feelings. He says he loves you, and you want to believe that he knows what that means. So, maybe Julie is right. The only thing left to do is be honest.

–

The rapid knocking at your front door startles you out of your almost-sleep. You've been tired as of late, staying up throughout the night to plan Home's very first group painting session-slash-picnic that is taking place next week. Plus, your concerns about you and Wally's relationship haven't exactly been lulling you to sleep, either. You need cat-naps just to get you through the day.

"I know you're home!" comes Julie's voice, slightly muffled by the door, but still as chipper as always. "Open up! We have urgent matters to discuss."

You yawn, rubbing at your eyes as you go to let her inside. She marches straight into your living room the moment you open the door and plops down on your sofa.

"I had a very interesting conversation with the flowers today," she says by way of greeting.

Your heart does a great big jump in your chest. You almost don't want to know what she heard, but curiosity gets the best of you. "Go on."

"Alright! So," she smooths down her pretty, pink dress, and folds her hands in her lap. "The other day, after our little conversation, I gave Barnaby a list of questions to casually ask Wally. You know, basic stuff! Like, how's your relationship going? And, are you happy?"

"Okay," you say slowly, nodding.

"I told him the goal was to get Wally to open up a bit," she continues. She's speaking quickly now, clearly eager to get all of her newly-learned information out. "And, oh boy, open up he did! The flowers were very detailed when I asked them what he said."

She reaches out to take your hand. "Firstly, Wally is trying to plan a date for you! I nearly squealed when I heard that, seriously! I don't know the details, but the marigold told me that he asked Barnaby what dates are like, what people usually do on them. He was taking notes on his notepad and everything. Isn't that just the sweetest?"

A lump forms in your throat, making it near impossible to speak. You manage to get out a strangled, "Yes. So sweet."

A date. A date. How did he even learn about dates? From Julie's silly novels, no doubt, or perhaps Frank and Eddie. You're not sure he understands the concept (he has only just learned what 'hanging out' means), but he's got the spirit. He is trying to be romantic, for you.

If you think about it for too long you know you'll end up in tears, so you squeeze Julie's hand and ask, "What else did he say?"

"Well, Barnaby started to pry a bit more," she says. A big grin splits her face in two, and her eyes go slightly hooded and foggy with a dreamy sort of look. "He asked Wally,'what's your favorite part about being in a relationship?' And, naturally, Wally gave the cutest, sweetest little answer ever, which was: 'I just like being able to hold hands with my dearest friend.' But, the violets told me he blushed after that, got all embarrassed, and said, 'I also like it when they play with my hair. No one ever really did that, before them.'"

"Oh," your heart gives an abhorrent kick from inside your chest. He likes it when you play with his hair? It doesn’t happen often; his hair is almost always styled to perfection, and when the two of you spend time together, it is typically in a public space. However, there are tiny blips in time, moments in which the sun has made you tired, and the two of you head back to your place together, arm in arm. You’ll sit on the couch, head propped up against the back of it, and Wally will sprawl out like a cat in your lap. His hair, curled nice and tight, unfurls as you gently run your fingers through it. The motion tends to lull you to sleep, and Wally has never said anything about it–has never asked you not to do it– but you weren’t aware that he liked it, either. You weren’t aware that there were any elements of physical affection that he enjoyed. Had always just presumed that he didn’t mind one way or the other.

Julie is practically vibrating with excitement, perched on the edge of the sofa cushion. She says, “Wally has always been open to physical affection. He didn’t really understand it before we taught him what we know, that’s true, but–since he started going out with you, he’s gone from being indifferent, to liking it. That’s a good sign, neighbor.”

“I know,” you agree.

“And,” she goes on, “there’s one more thing that I simply must tell you. I heard it from the Easter lilies, and it’s too juicy to skip over.” She leans forward as if she’s preparing to spill her deepest, darkest secret. Her voice drops down to a whisper, and she says, “Wally said, and the lilies quote, ‘I’m going to ask them for a kiss. A real kiss; like the ones I’ve read about in books. I want to know what it feels like. I want to try, but only with them.’ Isn’t that just the bees knees?”

Your mouth pops open, and your eyes go a little wide. You can feel warmth gradually creep into your cheeks, and the tips of your ears. You’ve got a flush going all the way down your neck that disappears beneath the collar of your sweater. A real kiss? Your mind is spinning with a dozen different questions. You weren’t even aware that Wally knew the difference between the types of kisses the two of you usually share, and a “real kiss.” You have got to confiscate Julie’s novel collection from him.

“Barnaby told him that being blunt was perhaps not the best way to go about it,” Julie says. “So, Barns suggested that Wally take you on a date, and work his way up to asking you for one! I have no idea what kind of date he’s planning, but I’m sure it will be uniquely him!”

“A date,” you repeat. “A real kiss. This is all–oh my, what if it’s happening too fast? I mean, Wally and I have only truly been a couple for a few months, now. I don’t know if I’ll–well, I mean. Oh, Julie,” you bury your face in your hands, huffing out a long sigh. “This is all so scary.”

She frowns, and tugs your hands away from your face. “I thought this is what you wanted, though.”

“It is,” you say quickly. “I mean, obviously, it is. But, I’m nervous too. I want it to be good for him. If I’m his first real kiss, I should make it special. I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“Hey,” she gently nudges her shoulder against yours. “He loves you. I think you could probably pour all of his paint down the sink, and he’d still think you hang the sun in the sky every morning.”

Though you know there is truth to her words, your hands still tremble at the thought of what is to come. Wally, when he has something on his mind and is able to fully conceptualize it, is blunt. If he’s been thinking about the progression of your relationship, he is going to bring it up. He doesn’t understand nuance very well; can’t read the mood of a room, or pick apart the vibe of a specific conversation. And, if you don’t choose your words correctly, he may think that you’re not interested.

“You’ve got to get ready,” she says. “He’s coming over to ask you on that date in just a few hours. There’s no time to waste!”

“What?” You nearly choke on your own breath, heart jack-hammering behind your ribcage. “He wants to take me on a date today? Why didn’t you lead with that, Julie?”

She giggles, whistle-clean and sheepish, and brushes her hair over her shoulder. “Slipped my mind, I suppose. I was too excited to relay the flowers’ messages! Now,” she stands up, tugging you up from the couch with her. “Go put on something terribly cute! If I know Wally’s schedule as well as I think I do, he’s probably just finished up tormenting Howdy at the bodega. That means he’s headed to the post office next, and you’ve got approximately one hundred and two minutes to look your best!”

She gently shoves at your back to get you moving, and you shuffle down the hallway towards your bedroom. She heads to the door, and calls out an airy, “Have fun tonight! I know it’s going to be love-o-ly!” You hear the door shut behind her as she leaves, and you stand in the middle of your bedroom, tension so tight in your shoulders that it almost hurts.

Right, okay. You know Wally. He is your friend, first and foremost. There’s no need to overthink this. He is nice, and sweet, and silly, and you’re going to have a great time. It’ll be just like any other day with him, only slightly more pointed. You just need to put the whole kissing thing out of your mind for the time being. You want to progress the intimacy aspect of your relationship, and it seems that Wally does, too. Best to let it happen naturally.

You shower, and then rummage through your closet in search of something to wear. It’s nice and warm outside, so you opt for something light and breezy. You get dressed, and take the time to style your hair in your vanity mirror. You think it might be smart to apply some lip balm just to be safe (you never know where the afternoon might lead), so you do that quickly, and then step back to take a look at yourself. Casual, but chic. Julie would be pleased.

You’re dawdling around your living room, wondering if you have time to run to the bodega and get him a gift (What would you even buy him? New paint? Brushes?), when there’s a rhythmic knock on your door.

“Okay,” you mumble to yourself, taking a deep breath. “No need to be nervous. It’s just Wally. You see him every day. Relax.”

You carefully school your features, and then pull the front door open.

And it’s like–you knew he’d be here, standing in front of you, ready to take you on a date. Julie had prepared you. But actually seeing him is so, so much more than you’d anticipated. He is wearing a rainbow button-down, red ascot, and navy slacks. His hair is styled as it usually is, but he’s left a few strands out to frame his face. He is smiling at you, a smile you’ve seen probably a thousand times by now, but it leaves you winded, anyway, and he is clutching a bouquet of paper flowers in his hands.

“Hi,” he greets you. He doesn’t look nervous, but then, he’s never been very easy to read. He holds out the paper flowers. “I made these for you.”

You gingerly take them from him, and bring them closer to your face. They smell of paint and cardboard, and the tiniest bit of strawberry, and you quirk a brow at him.

“Spritzed them with some fragrance that Howdy made,” he shrugs.

“They’re my favorite color,” you say.

He grins. “I know.”

You carefully set them on the coffee table inside your home, step out into the fresh air, and close the door behind you. Wally is standing in front of you, hands neatly clasped in front of himself like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them. His face is carefully blank sans a little smile, and you clear your throat, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You’ve never struggled for words in front of him before, and it’s difficult to keep your breathing even as you meet his gentle gaze.

He asks, easy and warm, “Would you like to go on a date with me, neighbor?”

Your lips twitch, tiny smile finding its way to your face. “A date?” You question. “What exactly does that mean to you?”

He mulls it over for a moment, and replies, “A date can be a lot of different things. I asked Eddie, and he said there’s no right way to go on a date. Howdy says it’s just about doing something special with the person you care about.”

“They’re very insightful,” you muse. You hold your hand out to him, and he takes it with ease. The act of twining your fingers together is still new to him, so he does it a bit slowly. Clumsy. “Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you, Wally.”

He seems content with basking in comfortable silence as he leads you to the date’s location. He has never understood the implication of what too much quiet means, and you like that he possesses no stigma towards it. It’s nice to be with someone who isn’t pressured to be anything more or less than he is. You’ve always liked Wally because is, unapologetically, himself. The more he learns about feelings and relationships, the more him he seems to become.

“Okay,” Wally comes to a stop at the edge of Home’s main walking path. “You have to close your eyes. I want you to be surprised.”

You do ask he requests, eyes shut tight, and Wally continues leading you forward by your hand. He must forget that you can’t actually see, because he doesn’t so much as guide you as he does catch you when you trip and stumble over things. The terrain has become uneven, rocky, and you spend the next five minutes trying not to faceplant over what you think are massive tree routes.

He stops walking again. “Okay, neighbor. When you’re ready, open your eyes.”

You square your shoulders, and take a deep, steadying breath.

He has taken you to the beginnings of the forest. You’ve never come out this far before, had no real reason to, but it is just as beautiful as you might’ve imagined. The trees are green, green with spring, and wildflowers sprout beneath your feet. Underneath a giant maple tree rests a table and two little stools, all made out of old stumps and logs. In the center of the table is an array of different foods, and one tiny daisy in a jar. Away from the hustle and bustle of Home, you’re able to hear nature in all of its fullness. Birds sing dozens of branches overhead, and the wind whistles wispy tunes between the leaves.

“Oh,” you exhale, eyes impossibly wide. “This is amazing, Wally. You put this together yourself?”

“Mostly,” he tells you. “Howdy provided the food, and Barnaby helped carry the logs. I came up with the idea, though. I wanted to see what you’d look like surrounded by all this green.”

You don’t have the words. Don’t know what you could say, when he has clearly put so much thought into this. You’re reminded of what Julie had said to you earlier, little tidbits of information she learned from the flowers. That Wally likes you, and he likes physical affection from you. That he is trying to learn so much about relationships for you. It makes your chest ache with fondness, and the only thing you’re able to do is turn to him and pull him into a tight hug.

His reaction speed is still slow no matter how many hugs you give him. When you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him close, he goes limp against you for half a second. But then his arms sneak up, and wrap tight around your waist. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and stands there with you, still as the dirt beneath the soles of your shoes. His hands smooth along the curve of your shoulders, and then the small of your back, and you shudder against him before pulling away.

“This is very sweet, Wally,” you say. “Thank you for planning this for me.”

“No need to thank me,” he says, the soft yellow of his cheeks turning just the slightest bit pink. “Come on, let’s sit. You should eat, and I want to draw you.”

You take a seat on one of the stools, and Wally sits on the other. He carefully unpacks the food for you, and urges you to dig in. Between your chat with Julie and getting ready for the date, you’d forgotten to eat all day. You’re all too happy to eat the fruits and bowls of snacks in front of you. Wally watches you with a big smile, eyes catching light from the sun. He pulls out his sketchbook and a brand new red crayon, and begins sketching you.

This certainly isn’t the first time he’s drawn you, but it’s the first time you feel so aware of it. You try to focus on your food, but you can feel the way his eyes follow every single minute movement that you make. Your belly is swimming with nerves by the time he’s finished, and you know that you must be blushing because your face feels incredibly warm.

“Ah, sorry it took so long,” he says, holding the drawing close to his chest. “I wanted to get your features just right. Your lips are awfully hard to draw.”

You set down the bowl of fruit you’ve been eating, and quirk an inquisitive brow at him. “My lips?”

He nods. “They’re just so…soft looking. Delicate, like flower petals, almost. Hard to get just right.”

Something about the thought of him studying your lips with unperturbed concentration makes your heart race.

“Can I see?” You ask, nodding towards his sketchbook.

“Not yet,” he smiles at you. “I want to take it home and paint it first. But,” he stands from his place at the log table, and holds a hand out to you. “Do you want to look at the clouds with me?”

This has been one of Wally’s favorite things, recently. He’s learned that, by cloud gazing, he’s able to truly let his imagination run wild as he looks up at the sky. You often partake with him, but half the time you’re not even looking at the clouds, too focused on him. He is charming enough as it is, but when he gets that little spark of inspiration in his eyes, you can’t take your gaze off of him. You take his hand and let him lead you away from the table, right beneath a tall, oak tree. There is just enough shade to ensure that the sun doesn’t sting your eyes while still leaving the clouds visible.

You lie on your back, and turn your head to the side to glance at him. He is looking at you, too.

“You know,” he begins, “I was nervous to ask you out, today.”

This surprises you a little. “Really?” He hadn’t looked nervous, not really, but perhaps he just doesn’t know how to express it.

He nods, and sighs as he turns his gaze towards the sky. “Being in a relationship is more confusing than I thought it would be. I just want to do right by you.”

You frown, propping yourself up on one elbow to look down at him. His face is carefully blank, smile gone. Reaching out, you rest your other hand atop his chest.

“Wally,” you flash him a small, sincere smile, “being with you is enough. You don’t have to try and be someone you’re not. And…I don’t want this to be confusing for you. It should be easy, happy, and fun.”

“It’s all of those things,” he assures you, “but I sometimes have these…feelings that I don’t know what to do with. I try to ask the others for advice, but they mostly just tease me.”

Your curiosity has peaked, now. “What kind of feelings?” You ask.

He mimics you, propping himself up on an elbow too. Lying like this, his face dangerously close to yours, you have to remind yourself not to get distracted by how pretty he is. You keep your eyes on his as he continues.

“Here,” he rests a hand on his stomach, “and here,” he touches his chest. “I feel like I’m overflowing, sometimes. Like, there is something inside of me that really wants out. I’ve been thinking about things that I never thought about before I met you. And before you say anything, it’s not because of Julie’s romance novels! I mean, yes, I’ve gotten some ideas from them, but I don’t think they’re fully responsible for the way that I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

He has always been blunt, but his words give you no time to prepare for the swooping heat that flutters through your belly, and renders your face hot. Your mouth pops open in shock, and you have to close your eyes for a moment to gather your thoughts. He sounds sincere; wouldn’t be talking about this at all if he weren't, and the idea of him lounging around, thinking about what it’d be like to kiss you for real is just–it’s enough to have your mind going fuzzy.

“You can,” you manage to get out, voice slightly raspy. “Kiss me, I mean. Anytime you want.”

“What if I want to all the time?” He glances at you. “What if you don’t want to?”

“I always want to,” you assure him.

He looks at you for a long moment, the air stretched thin between the two of you. He studies your face, gaze moving from your eyes to your brows to the curve of your lips. His own face is painted neutral, no sign of anything that he's feeling visible to you. You wonder if you'll ever learn to read him.

"You really want to?" He asks, reaching out to cup your cheek with his hand.

You lean into his touch and nod. "Yes. I really want to."

"Okay," he says, and leans forward to kiss you promptly.

Slowly, you drop the elbow that has been keeping you upright. You lie back, and Wally follows fluidly, half overtop of you as he shades you from the sun. His mouth is pressed to yours firmly, entirely still for a couple of seconds, and then he pulls back to blink at you. You see his eyes cloud briefly, like he's turning over the kiss in his mind. He must gather his confidence because he leans down again, his hand sliding into your hair, and kisses you so swift you lose your breath.

You're stunned at first, body locking up. This is it. You've been thinking about this for so long, dreaming about it, and he wants this too. He doesn't feel pressured, or obligated. He is kissing you, and kissing you, and you part your mouth so that the two of you can properly slot together. He is just the tiniest bit tentative, unsure of what to do. His hand is still in your hair and you feel him beginning to pull away, but you don't want him to be nervous about this. Not with you.

You press up into him, kissing him fierce and sharp and hot. His mouth is soft the way it always is, oddly shaped but easy to adjust to. You press your palm against his neck, the curve of his jaw, and use your tongue to gently coax his mouth open. He is so careful to follow your lead; loves learning, and loves it even more with you. You slide your tongue past his lips, curling it against the roof of his mouth. He shudders full-body and wanton against you when his own tongue twines with yours.

You try to focus on the kiss, on making it good for him and meeting him move for move. But he is nearly on top of you, body pressed to yours from shoulder to hip, and the weight of him there–so present– has you losing yourself, mind fuzzy and limbs getting heavy and jelly-like. His fingers tighten in your hair and tug so that your head falls back, neck curved. The leverage allows him to kiss you deeper, to swipe his tongue along your bottom lip until your belly swoops hot with want.

You yank yourself away from him with a choked off gasp, cheeks burning up. His own, covered in a soft pink color, must match yours.

He says, voice raspy like his throat has been scraped raw with a fork, "I'm sorry. Was that too much?"

"No," you shake your head quickly. "It was good, just–I needed to breathe."

You don't want to give him the wrong idea; the kiss really was good. Better than any you've ever had, and certainly more involved than anything you've done with him previously. You smile at him, soft and sweet, and kiss the apple of his cheek.

"Thanks," you say. "For this date, and for trusting me enough to want to try new things with me, and just…for everything."

"Don't thank me," he tells you. He shimmies down a little, head resting on your stomach. "I just want to spend my days making you happy. If I'm able to do that, then–wow. Life is good, you know?"

You sweep your fingers through his hair, unfurling it. "I know what you mean."

The two of you lie together for an unfathomable amount of time. You drift off here and there, your hands carding through Wally's hair. You almost feel as if you've stepped into some sort of dream world where the only inhabitants are you and him and the butterflies and birds. He's happy to let you snooze beneath him until the sun begins to go down, and then walks you home, your hand in his.

And when he kisses you goodnight on your front porch, all sweet, sweet confidence and pink cheeks, you can't help but feel pleased as punch.

That night, when you dream, it is of blue jays and paper flowers and the warmest smile you have ever seen.

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Peter?!

Y/N: 14 years old Peter: 16 years old Wanda: mama Nat: mom Story: Y/N finds out Peter is Spider-man… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV This year has been crazy for Natasha and Wanda. Their daughter Y/N has started high school which both women hate, cause their little girl is growing up. Especially when their little girl started talking about this one boy from higher grade who also happens to be her friend. It's obvious that the girl has a huge crush on him.

Wanda finds it sweet that her daughter has a first crush, but Natasha hates it. Y/N's her little girl and she wants to stay it like that for as long as possible.

"What are you guys doing after school?" Ned asks his friends. Peter and Ned have been Y/N's closest friends ever since she met them her first school day. Just like the two boys, she's not really popular. Yes, her mothers are Avengers, but the girl is using a fake surname just to stay safe as her mothers wanted it.

"I got that job at Stark's" Peter says on which Y/N furrows her brows. Peter has mentioned a few times something about his Stark's intership, but Y/N still hasn't figured out what that is. She's pretty sure her uncle doesn't employ kids at Stark's industries.

"What exactly are you even doing there?" Y/N question, trying to figure this whole thing up. Once she's after something, she won't stop. That's something she got after Natasha.

"You know… just stuff they tell me to do" Peter shrugs, but it's definitely not an answer Y/N wanted to hear.

"Like what?" The girl asks, curiousness getting the best out of her. She could just read his mind and find out as she has powers like Wanda, but she has a deal with her mama not to do that. One time she did it to pass a test and Wanda somehow knew right after the girl came home, so Y/N decided to better respect her mother's wish. "Just some stuff. Hm.. I-I gotta go now or I'll be late. See you later!" Peter waves and leaves, leaving Y/N completely confused.

Y/N makes an excuse why she can't come with Ned and makes her way out of the school. Her aunt Yelena is already waiting in the car for her, so the young witch just slips in the passenger seat.

Yelena isn't one of the Avengers just yet, so it should be fine if Y/N is seen with her. The blonde agreed to help in some fights, but she only just got out of the Red Room a few months ago, so she's still enjoying her life without any commitment such as the Avengers.

The two make it home safely and Y/N immediately goes to the kitchen, knowing her mama is there by the smell of her favorite paprikash.

"Hi there, my little monkey" Wanda smiles at her daughter who hugs her mama tightly, receiving a kiss on a forehead.

"Hi, mama" Y/N smiles back before turning around and spotting Natasha sitting on the bar stool. "Hi, mommy" She smiles at her other mother who gives her a smile back and greets her back. "Mama, can I have that when is done?" Y/N asks with puppy eyes, pointing at the paprikash Wanda's been cooking.

"Sure, baby" Wanda smiles before turning her attention back to the food.

Y/N makes her way to Natasha's arms, hugging her tightly while Natasha kisses the top of her daughter's head. There's nothing Y/N loves more than hugs from her moms.

"How was at school?" Natasha asks with a smile, running her fingers through Y/N's hair.

"Boring as usual" Y/N sighs before remembering the thing with Peter. "Although… I think Peter's lying about his job at uncle Tony's, cause he's been acting super weird about it when I asked him"

"Guys, we have a new Avenger. Tony wants us all in the meeting room" Steve informs before disappearing. Wanda turns off the stove as her paprikash is done and together with Natasha and Y/N walks to the meeting room.

Y/N sits between her moms, getting cuddles from both of them immediately. Tony then walks into the meeting room with the boy Y/N only just said goodbye to at school.

"Guys, this is our new Aven-" Tony starts, but gets cut out by the youngest one of them.

"Peter?" Y/N asks, Peter locking his eyes with his friend.

"Y/N? Wha-What are you doing here?" Peter asks confused, Y/N also tilting her head in confusion.

"Me? What are you doing here? You're the new Avenger?" Y/N blurts out, surprised her friend hasn't told her anything.

"Yes, squish" Tony agrees, using his nickname for Y/N which makes the girl roll her eyes. "If you let me finish I'd tell you that Peter Parker is our new addition to the team. You might know him as Spider-man" He finishes, making Y/N even more confused. Peter is Spider-man?!

"You are Spider-man? Why didn't you tell me anything? You're my best friend" The confused girl blurts out, Natasha hiding her smirk as she'll be able to control what's going on between her daughter and Peter now.

"I see… so this is the Peter" Wanda smirks, Y/N giving her a glare and Peter tilting his head in confusion.

"Wait. What are you doing here?" Peter asks again.

"Kids, you can talk about this later" Tony rolls his eyes, getting impatient.

Y/N rolls her eyes too, leaning to Natasha who wraps an arm around her little girl and kisses the top of her head. Tony explains how will everything work, how will it be with missions for Peter and stuff which isn't exactly interesting for Y/N as she's not an Avenger… yet.

Once Tony is done with his speech, Y/N is ripped out of her daydreaming and follows everyone out of the room, rushing to Peter.

"Why didn't you tell me anything? How did you even get the powers? Oh my god, does Ned know?" Y/N blurts out as soon as she reaches Peter.

"Me? Why didn't you tell me anything? What are you even doing here? You're not an Avenger and you don't have powers" Peter says, looking at Y/N completely confused.

"I do have powers… I'm just not allowed to use them. I would beat your ass in less than 10 minutes" Y/N says, pulling out a smirk similar to her mothers' smirks. "And I live here, my moms-"

"Y/N/N, honey, do you want the paprikash?" Wanda calls from the kitchen, cutting Y/N's sentence off.

"Yes, please! Thanks, mama!" Y/N calls back.

"Just so you know, if you land your hands on my daughter, I'll beat your ass myself. And I don't care you're only 16" Natasha being the overprotective mother she is, she warns Peter, wrapping her arm around Y/N protectively.

"Mooom" Y/N groans in response, mentally slapping herself for talking about Peter in front of her overprotective mothers. -------------------- I didn't know how to end this…

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#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #black widow #wandanat #scarlet widow #scarlet witch #fanfiction #peter parker #spiderman

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HIII!!! i'm so glad to see someone who writes for ryro😭💘 could u do ryan ross x reader hcs in which the reader is likeee anxious or in a bad mood or something & ryan comforts her?? ^_^ something sweet n fluffy please!!

✰a/n: HI ANON !!! thank u for being my first request!!! sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted, it’s my first time doing headcanons for him and I wanted it to be somewhat realistic. this one came at the right time tbh, i’ve been very stressed and anxious about college applications and shit so this was definitely needed. I love ryro and understand the struggle of not seeing enough people write for him, haha. hope u have a good day !!!

✰RYAN ROSS — headcanons for ryan with an anxious s/o !!!

✰warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and just overall being stressed or having bad days. dont worry though, there’s comfort and lots of fluff!! 

— i honestly feel like despite being an amazing lyricist, ryan probably struggles with actually saying things to comfort someone or talk to them. 

— he’s probably dealt with how own anxiety and knows how it can hit randomly or what can bring it on and he knows how to deal with it

— that being said, he definitely doesn’t like to see his own s/o suffer from it as well. 

— if you’re expecting to have a bad day at work he’ll send you a message before you leave to cheer you up

— probably something simple like “have a good day at work, you got this :) -ryan” 

— he definitely will play you a song on the guitar if you ask him to, though he’s a little shy about it. 

— he sings super quiet at first but gets louder when he notices that you calmed down after hearing his voice.

— if you’re a dog person he let’s you play with dottie and cuddle her !!!

— if you get home from a really bad day you don’t even have to speak, he just sees it on your face and gives you a hug without saying anything. 

— once or if you start crying he’ll rub your back and just whisper in your ear to let it out :(( 

— if you need to rant he is an AMAZING listener. he may not contribute much to the conversation but he’ll listen and give advice if you ask.

— y’know that lyric ‘melt your headaches call it home”? 

— yeah he emphasizes the FUCK out of that lyric when he sings that song to you if you’re having a bad day. 

— i feel like he’d have a thing for playing with your hair to get you to fall asleep if you’re struggling. like he’ll have you lay your head on his lap and he’ll absentmindedly run his hands through your hair and scratch your scalp while reading or something

— now if your anxiety is REALLY bad to the point where you have a panic attack he is so quick to action

— he knows better than to just tell you to ‘breathe’, he’ll actually guide you to breathe with him and then make you do grounding techniques to calm down

— he doesn’t like to hold you too tightly when you’re having them because he doesn’t want to suffocate you, so he’ll lightly wrap his arms around you from behind and rest your back on his chest

— once it’s over he’ll tighten his grip a little more and try to talk to you about what happened, though dosn’t push you too hard if you don’t want to talk about it. 

— he probably cooks your favorite meals if you’re having a bad day and just wanna eat your comfort foods, like he’ll have like recipes and stuff written down in a little book or in his notes app and look at them whenever he notices you aren’t feeling well.

— if he notices you’re stressed with something he’ll offer to help you finish it or will do it for you

— nighttime is always the best time for the two of you. he’ll sing you to sleep if you’re really tired and upset and then will stay up for a while later to make sure you’re alright

— if you aren’t as tired or have too much on your mind he’ll talk to you about anything and everything until you eventually fall asleep. like, the two of you will have conversations debating children's show for HOURS if it means getting your mind off of whatever is bothering you

— overall he’s a very attentive and caring bf who may not have a lot to say but he will go far and beyond to make sure you’re ok !!!

#ryan ross #ryan ross x reader #ryan ross headcanons #panic! at the disco #a fever you can't sweat out #pretty odd #pre split panic #p!atd

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Battery II Charged

Joel Miller x f!reader

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Summary: On the road, your ease lasts only a couple hours before your luck runs out. An overhead confession from Joel leaves your head spinning. 

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: mention of Joel’s pill abuse, mention of death, suicide, and grief

A/n: not super exciting tbh, good stuff’s at the end. i’m gonna be fucking with some cannon stuff just so i’m not just rewriting scenes from the show so some things are changed/missing! don’t worry Joel stops being an ass like halfway through this and then we will have soft Joel from now on (mostly, probably)

—

You’ve been up for hours before anyone else wakes, Tess being the first, wandering into the room, obviously having just opened her eyes. 

“Hey.” She says when she sees you.

“Hey.”

“Coffee?”

“You have coffee?”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she chuckles, strolling into the kitchen to start a pot.

“Thanks,” you say as you get up from the couch, stretching. 

“Joel’ll be up soon. Just has to shake off those pills.”

“Does he take those a lot?”

She nods, “Can’t blame him.”

“Why not?”

She turns to you, resting her elbows on the counter behind her. “Let’s just leave it as I can’t blame him.”

You nod. Not your business. Just as long as he doesn’t take them on the road. “Are they coming with us?”

Tess shakes her head, “Nah, he’s not stupid.”

As if on cue, Joel emerges, looking lost. He glances at you, double takes, eyes still almost half shut, and then shambles over to Tess, placing his hand on the handle of the coffee pot.

“It’s not done yet. Just put it on.” Tess tells him. He grumbles incoherently and then goes to slide into a seat at the table, rubbing his hands over his face. “You gonna be good to get outta here soon?” He nods slowly, face still in his hands. 

“I can help you guys get packed up if you want,” you offer. 

“Sure, you can help me get some stuff together. It’s all under the floorboards in the bedroom.” Tess answers. 

Joel speaks up, audibly groggy, “No. She doesn't need to touch anythin’. I can handle it fine myself.”

You sigh, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, and Tess chuckles. 

“Whatever you say, sir.” You salute him. Joel stares at you, then looks to the floor, shakes his head, and peels himself out of his seat to trudge into the bedroom. You ignore the scraping of furniture on the floor and choose to join Tess at the table. 

“Is he always like this?” You whisper, sipping the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had, granted you haven’t had one in at least a decade. 

She shakes her head, making a face as she sips from her own mug, “He’s better once he warms up to you. But, he’s kinda just that kind of guy, you know? He’s a good guy, and he can be sweet, but, world’s really fucked with his head, you know how it is. He was a whole different person before.”

“You knew him?”

“No, but I knew his brother. He told me what he used to be like. Huge softy, if you can believe it.”

You nod and sip, trying to picture that in Joel. “So, what’s the whole story with him and his brother?” You whisper. 

“Well,” she sighs, “they were together from day one. I met them a few years ago, we ran with a crew for a while, met some Fireflies, and Tommy wanted to split and go with them. They kind of had a falling out, Joel and I stuck together, came here. They were communicating through the radio towers but Tommy stopped responding a few weeks ago. That's when we started looking for a car, go out and find him. Just got a tip he might be somewhere in Wyoming, so that’s where we’re going.”

“You think he might be somewhere in Wyoming?” You repeat back, giving her a leery look. You’re not in love with that plan—Wyoming is very far and a big state, there might already be nothing to find there. But, on second thought, you don't really care. You’ll be in a car with two capable people, and that is more than you can ask for. You’re fine just being along for the ride. 

“You got anything better to do?”  

“Nope.” You chuckle, and she returns one, smiling into her cup. 

Yeah, you guess you are friends. The thought almost makes you choke on your coffee; a whole year with nothing like this, only passing faces, fake friends created for the sole purpose of getting something out of it, and, well, Rat King. But now, you’re exchanging an honest smile and chuckles with a woman over coffee. What a lucky break, to have met Tess.

Ruining the moment, Joel plods back into the room, filling up a mug and choosing to lean against the sink rather than take a seat at the table with you. 

“I’m not infected, you know.” You say to him. “Not contagious with anything. And if I smell, you smell worse.”

“Fuck are you talkin’ about.” He says into his mug, squinting. 

“You’re acting like if you come too close I'm gonna put a knife to your throat.” You stare at him in all his beheaded glory, marks from the sheets not yet faded from his cheek. “I don’t bite.”

Joel just stares back, then, finally and reluctantly, he takes a seat across from you at the table. 

“Ok, I’m serious,” Tess says, setting her mug down, “you two better not keep this shit up. It started off cute, but now it’s getting real fucking annoying.”

“Cute?” Joel says, screwing his face up, and you say over him, “I’m not doing anything.”

“Alright, alright,” Tess puts her hands up, “we’re gonna cut this shit out now. You two, shake hands.”

“What?” Joel screws his face up again. You sip your coffee, looking between them.

“Shake her hand.” Tess gestures, raising her eyebrows at him. Joel moues. It’s been nothing more than irritating so far, but now, it’s starting to hurt your feelings a little. You haven’t done anything wrong. For god’s sake, he should be on his knees thanking you for what you're doing for him. What is it about you that’s so wrong? 

Finally, he offers his hand, and you shake, his hold firm and warm. 

A shock suddenly runs through you as if he was a live wire, and you feel like your skin is melting in the most delightful way possible. The moment of contact is over in a second, but you feel that something inside of you has shifted. You can’t put your finger on what it is, but it feels like trouble. You set your hand on your leg, but it’s as if the warmth from his hand has been transmitted through your skin and onto your thigh. You quickly take your hand away to place on your mug, warm like it’s supposed to be. Your eyes are stuck on each others, but neither glares. Just, stuck. His are brown like dark bark in the sun, rich, deep, pretty. You look down at the table. 

“Alright, we got that taken care of?” You hear Tess.

“Yeah.” You answer, eyes still on the table. Joel clears his throat before he copies your response, his tone devastatingly unrevealing. You will your gaze back up only to be caught in his again, and you look around at the wall, down at your coffee, and back up, all in a second, only to be caught again. He holds it for a moment before looking down at the table. Whatever this feeling he’s giving you stinks to high heaven of trouble. 

“Alright, good, then let’s get the fuck outta here.” Tess concludes. 

You bring the battery back up on your back while Joel and Tess carry the rest of everything you’ll have for a while, abandoning your coffee, not even bothering to place the mugs in the sink. This place will be left exactly as it is, but neither of them seem to mind leaving all of this behind. You leave the apartment and then follow the two wordessly through a maze that eventually leads out past the gates, ending in emerging from a literal hole in the ground. Once outside, still crouching on the ground, you take a deep breath of fresh air, free from smoke and ash and stink. The dawn is breathtaking, being seen for the first time in years, half of the sky barely past midnight's shadow, pulled up like a shade by blood orange leading down to the peachy halo of the sun somewhere behind the toppled buildings, speckled and tangled with green. A flock of birds pass overhead, dancing in the smearing sky. You could laugh. 

“Focus,” Joel hisses, looking at you over his shoulder, also crouched, scowl back in play, though it’s understandable in the stress of the moment. You nod. He’s right. Plenty of time for this later. Right now, you’re still not quite in the clear. 

The three of you scamper silently through the badlands between the Boston QZ and freedom. As you venture out, though, your excitement begins to fade, realizing that you’ve been looking through rose colored glasses for a while now. The QZ is a shithole, but out here is just a much wider shithole. There's less people, no rules, but neither of those pluses are as good as they had been sounding in your head. Less people, because they’re mostly dead or infected, the rest being not much more than animals who know how to talk sweet. No rules, means, well, no rules, no morals, just the loose goal of ‘survive’, which translates to fight dirty, do anything you can, anything to survive. Live to fight another day. 

“How far’s the car?” You ask, the first to speak. 

“Not far.” Tess responds, distracted as she scans your surroundings. You're in the city now, the remains of it at least, weaving around crashed cars and large, rocky craters, twenty years of weather and neglect preceded by bombings and a storm of hysteria. You were expecting Joel to say something like ‘We’ll get there when we get there’, but he stays silent, eyes also scanning around. You seem less fazed. Are you not scared enough? Or have they just been inside longer than you have? You do feel like an animal in its natural environment, ears knowing what sound to look at, eyes knowing what movement to check, agile feet over the broken mounds of rock and glass and all of the other debris out in the open broken world. 

“The car’s supposed to be at the church on Park Street. Few minutes walk from here.” Tess finally answers you. 

“I know where that is.”

“Good for you.” Joel says. 

“Fuck off.” You reply.

“Excuse you,” Joel looks at you, screwing his face up. 

“Hey,” Tess interjects, shooting both of you a look, “Jesus, I feel like the parent of two disobedient kids. Knock it off.”

Joel huffs and looks at the ground. You smirk to yourself, seeing him again as a pouting dog being checked by his owner. 

It’s silent until you reach the church, red brick with a steeple reaching high into the sky. Parked directly in front of it, as if on display, is an old Dodge Caravan, white with fake wood siding, dusted with dirt, wheel wells caked in dried mud. 

“This thing looks like it’s from the 90s,” Tess comments. “You think it’ll run?”

“It better.” You say, shoulders aching with a vengeance from the battery still hanging from them.

“You said that right.” Joel adds gruffly. 

You stop at the front and lower yourself to the ground to unload the battery from your bag. Finally free of the thing, you stretch your shoulders back with a deep sigh. 

“Surprised your back’s not broken by now.” Joel says as he comes to squat next to you, looking over the battery.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’,” he glances at you, “jus’ maybe we shoulda traded bags.”

“I can handle it.” You retort, though he sounds honestly well intentioned, “I’m not weak.”

“Wasn’t callin’ you weak. What, I can't say anythin’ without it bein’ an insult?”

“That’s all it’s been so far.”

Joel just sighs, then stands to open the hood of the car. You stand to look inside with him; all looks right, though you’re not sure you know enough to make a judgment. 

“How’s it look?”

“Looks fine.” Joel says, then bends down to take his pack off and dig through it, pulling out a couple tools which he sets on the ground before hefting the battery up and into the empty space under the hood, grunting with its weight. 

“You came prepared, huh?”

“Sure did.” Joel mumbles as he picks up the tools and leans over the engine to start working on it. 

“How do you know how to do all that?”

“Used to be a mechanic.”

“I thought you were a contractor.” Tess questions, coming up beside you.

“Before that.” Joel replies, “When I was in high school.”

“I can just see you now,” Tess chuckles, “jumpsuit all covered in oil, you name embroidered on the little pocket.”

You laugh at the thought—Joel leaning over a car, jumpsuit tied around his waist as he works, dirty white t-shirt straining against his back muscles and those broad shoulders—”Fuck,” you say to yourself, startled by your own thoughts. 

“What?” Joel looks back at you, panic in his eyes. 

You dart your eyes away, shaking the thoughts of him out of your head. “Nothing, nothing, sorry.”

“You sure?” Tess asks, raising her eyebrows at you. 

“Yeah, yeah, it was nothing, really, sorry. Is the car ready?”

“Just about.” Joel replies as he leans in close to continue with a wrench. 

“You sure you remember how to do it right?” You say, recovering yourself. He pauses to glare at you but doesn’t respond. 

“Let’s hope he does.” Tess says. 

He glares at her too, then states, “I know how to do it. Just give me a damn minute. 

“Alright,” Tess chuckles, raising her hands defensively, then steps back to examine the van. She slides over the side door to step inside, “Damn, look at this thing. We could sleep in here.”

You come over to peek next to her, “How the fuck did you score this?”

“Beat it outta someone.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“Must have been a good beating.”

“It was.” Joel calls from the front, then drops the hood down and comes around to get into the driver's seat. A pair of keys fall into his lap when he drops the visor down, and he takes a deep breath before easing the keys in and turning the ignition. The van roars to life, and you all laugh with delight, Joel clapping his hands and whooping. 

“Hol–ly–shit,” You laugh, half of it being at Joel’s sudden enthusiasm, “look at that.”

“Look at that.” Joel repeats, and you watch his grin through the front mirror.

Just as he catches you, Tess says, “Alright, let me out.” You step back out and she walks around to get into the passenger seat, “Alright, grab your shit and let’s go before our luck runs out. 

You and Joel nearly bump into each other as he gets out and he mumbles a sorry before you both go to gather your things. He hands you your bag and you mumble back a thank you. The relief from having a working car must have flooded all the resenting sarcasm out of you, and you actually almost smile at each other as you both get back in. You flump onto the backseat, sighing as you rest against the cushion, rolling your aching shoulders again. 

“Thank god I don’t have to carry that thing anymore. N’ I’ve got plenty of room in my bag for all the shit we have to pick up now.”

“What’s our first stop?” Joel asks, adjusting the mirror to look at you.

“About twenty miles west.”

“What am I lookin’ for?”

“Gas station. BP. Next spot’s just the same, gas station about thirty miles west from that one.”

“Alright, perfect, we’ll see if we can find some gas.” He says as he puts the car in drive and starts out, rounding the corner, “We’ll be there in no time.”

You lean back in your seat and let yourself smile. It all worked out. With a car, dare you say, it looks like smooth sailing from here. 

“Lemme see if I can find some music,” Tess says, digging through the glove box. “Oh, shit,” she chuckles, pulling out a CD, “Don fuckin’ McLean. Were you ever into him?” She asks Joel.

“Shit, is that American Pie?” He asks hopefully, glancing at it held out in Tess’s hand, “Oh shit, put that on. I love this album.”

You chuckle from the backseat. Such a wholesome little moment, and as Tess slides the CD in and the music starts to play, an air of ease falls over the cabin. Morning sun cascades through the windows and you squint through the dirty pane, watching your surroundings start to speed up past you. On the road again, heading somewhere far, finally free again. No more curfews or guards, no more fucking ration cards or deals in basements. You look ahead to the front seat at your new companions, catching a small smile on Tess’s lips. All you can see of Joel is his shoulder and his hair, wavy and stroked with silver. In the mirror, his eyes are locked on the road, but his brow is relaxed, and there might even be a smile of his own hidden under it. Leaning back in your seat and looking back out the window, the music in your ears for the first time in many years filling you up with giddy warmth, you think you could get used to this.

—

The next couple hours are in fact smooth sailing, both stops being stress free and bountiful, two crates, found exactly where you’d left them, full of food, guns, and ammo next to you on the seat with two red jugs full of gas on the floor below them. 

The car breaks down just past the border of Massachusetts. 

“Shit.” Joel seethes, waving the gray smoke away from his face as he slams the hood shut. “T’s done.” He announces, looking at you and Tess. 

“Fuck.” She mutters, closing her eyes and dropping her head. 

You watch the fumes slinking out from the hood. It was foolish to think this thing would take you all the way across the country. Of course it would break down within two fucking hours. Why not?

“Come here and help me get this shit out before the car explodes.” You say, going back to open the side door and start packing whatever you can fit into your bag. You shove another gun into the back of your jeans and empty half a box of bullets into your jacket pocket. Joel is behind you when you back out, and you shove a crate into his hands, “I got most of it. Just take whatever else you can fit in your pack. Same with Tess. We’ll probably have to leave some behind.”

Joel does as you ask, kneeling to unload the contents of the crate and dividing it up for the two of them. Once everyone’s pack is filled to the brim, you leave only a few things behind, set in crates next to the car, and set off on foot. 

Joel traces his finger over the folded map found in the glove compartment as you walk. “We’ll just follow route 20. Maybe take a turn at, uh, Albany, ‘bout  a day's walk. That’s the next real town, pretty much just farmland for a while.”

“Great.” Tess says through tight lips. 

—

At dusk, you decide to call it a day, though you’re only a few hours away from Albany. You set up under an overpass and light a small fire before nightfall takes away the option. Everyone is all deep sighs as you sit back to rest, no one used to all that walking. Your shoulders are still throbbing, a lasting consequence of that damn battery, and you pull your shirt down to see red bruises covering both sides, flashing like a mockery in the light of the flames. 

“Damn, that battery really did a number on you.” Tess comments, leaning over to examine the bruising.

“I can’t decide if it was even fucking worth it.” You say, readjusting your shirt with a huff. 

“Well, commendable act.” Tess sighs, resting her arms over spread knees. 

“Thanks,” you mumble, not used to genuine praise. 

After a moment, Joel says, “You look tired.” You look up at him and he’s staring with puppy dog eyes, probably unintentionally, but puppy dog eyes just the god damn same. 

“I am.” You mumble, not meaning to be honest about it. 

“Well,” he grunts as he stands, pulling his gun out, double checking it’s loaded, and leaning against the concrete wall, “I’ll take first watch. Tess, I’ll wake you up in a few hours.”

“This is starting to sound like you still don’t trust me.” You say. 

“T’s not.” Joel says, “You just look the most tired.”

You sigh, torn between a longing for sleep and hesitancy to be in such a vulnerable position. 

As if reading your mind, Tess assures you, “Don’t worry, we’re not gonna kill ya or split. We’re in this together now, and we need you sharp. Get some sleep.” She nods her head to the ground. You pause, then obey, curling up on the hard ground with your hands between your knees and pack under your head. You’re out within minutes, being more exhausted than you had realized. 

—

An almost silent scuffle is enough to wake you up and tense every single muscle in your body, but the two familiar, faint voices relax them just as fast. It must just be Joel waking up Tess for her watch, chatting in between shifts. Their low tones tell you this isn’t for you to hear, but you listen anyway. 

“She’s jus’… she’s just so damn… pretty.” You hear Joel. Who is? …Who else would it be, but you? At this realization, your face lights on fire. Tess starts to chuckle, but then it turns into cackling, as quiet as she can manage. 

“Sh!”

You can hear the wild grin on her face as she whispers, “You have a crush on her!” 

You want to squirm, twist your legs up, but you stay still. You don’t understand the impulse, but you don’t like it, either. You feel like a fucking highschooler; a callback to an alien world, but you haven’t felt anything like it since. 

“No, I do not, now be quiet before you wake her up.”

“Yes, yes you do,” she continues to stifle laughter. 

“No the fuck I don’t.” A pause. Then, “Shit, maybe I do.” He groans, voice muffled, “I’m fucked, aren’t I, god, I’m so fucked.”

Oh, shit.

“Yes, yes you are.” Tess chuckles. 

The worst part is that you’re just as fucked as he is. It seems to be hitting you both at the same time. A crush, yes, that’s what the young aliens used to call it. A fucking crush. Maybe it’s due to time, being much, much, older—hundreds of years older, it seems—but this crush doesn���t feel like any one you’ve had before. Maybe because it’s Joel, like no one you’ve ever met. But, how, exactly? You’ve met damaged people, you’ve met people just as cold, just as standoffish. No man has exactly been this standoffish to you, though; most men you’ve met on the road have tried something within a couple days, even if it’s been in a group. Warm bodies. Hungry animals. Horny survivors. 

There’s no way you’re going back to sleep now. Your mind is spinning, gyrating, tying itself into knots. Joel, Joel, what is it about him? You’ve met handsome men. You’ve slept with a couple handsome men. You even held one of their hands once. But, Joel, you’ve barely even touched.

Pretty. That’s all he said. Is he just another horny survivor? None you’ve known have confided in anyone, cared to discuss it with someone. And not anyone has ever used the word crush. Come to think of it, most of them only use the word sexy to describe you, just to say, hey, you’re so sexy, let me fuck you. That’s about it. 

Joel, Joel, Joel, shit, what is it?

“Ah, Jesus,” Joel says. 

“A crush, wow. Gotta say, I was not expecting that from you. I always thought you were a pork ‘er and move on, never say a word about how you actually feel kinda guy.”

“Hey, you callin’ me a slut?” Joel says. Tess tries to muffle her laughter but it burst out of her hands. “Sh!” She sounds like she has her hands pressed firmly against her mouth, but she’s still laughing. 

“Yes, actually, I am calling you a slut.” She finally manages to say, “I mean, with us, it was never like that. I mean, did you have a crush on me? Because, I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t call it that.”

“No,” Joel whispers. “It wasn’t like that. I mean, you know I… care about you, all that. But, yeah, y’know, it was jus’…”

“Yeah, we’re on the same page, don’t worry.”

“Jesus, Tess, this is… goddammit, I don’t have time for this shit. I mean, what should I—what should I do?”

“Don’t look at me, loverboy. I’ve got nothin’. Are you gonna tell her?”

“Fuck no.”

Tess chuckles, “Why?”

“Why on earth would I? This is my problem, not hers. You think shit’s tense now, imagine how’d it be with that piece of fuckin’ information hangin’ in the air.”

“You don’t think she likes you back, do you?”

“Of course she doesn’t.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I—well, I mean,” Joel stammers, “why the fuck would she? Look at me, I’m just some fuckin’... old man, who—who—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Joel. Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a good guy. You’re handsome. You’re kind. You’re gentle. You’re a fuckin’ badass. You’re—holy shit, you’re blushing,”

“Would you keep your fuckin’ voice down?”

“Aw, you’re killing me, Joel. I’ve never seen you like this. Never. She has got a fucking hold on you, doesn’t she?”

“Tess, stop fuckin’ around, and just tell me what to do.”

“Hey, I told you, I’ve got no advice on this one. Crushes are not my strong suit. I’m sorry, but you’re on your own on this one.”

“Ah, don’t tell me that. Shit, Tess, come on,” he nearly whines, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.”

“Alright, why don’t you just sleep on it?”

There’s a pause, then Joel sighs, and you hear him shifting into place on the ground behind you.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This is bad. But it feels good. But it feels bad. You’re almost nauseous with the number of wings fluttering in your chest, almost dizzy, and you realize you’ve been biting the inside of your cheek so much it hurts. Half of your brain is having a party while the other half is looking for a knife to stick in its chest. What does this mean? What’s going to happen? What do you want to happen?

What do you want?

Joel is the first word that comes to mind, and you want to bang it out of your head and into the ground. But there it is, sticking like a bullet under your skin. Should you talk to Tess about it? The only person you can talk to? Tell her you heard everything? Or should you tell Joel? Oh, god, you don’t even know how you’d broach the subject to him.

What, are you two gonna start holding hands now? What else do couples do—oh, god, couples, what, are you gonna start dating? You almost laugh to yourself but you catch it before either of them realize you’re not asleep like you’re supposed to be. This is all like an out of body experience. None of this exists. 

Your mind wanders to the one time you have seen something like this—Agatha and John, who you met on the road along with a few others; the lovers, everyone always used to call them. Joined at the hip, linked by their hands almost all of the time. You used to make fun of them for their googly eyes at each other, but they never minded. They were in love, and they knew it, everyone did. Marriage without the $25 piece of paper or veil and bowtie. There was always this rosy air about them, their love was enchanting, so real, so innocent, so sweet. 

And then John died. And then Agatha killed herself. 

The whole group fell apart after that. 

That’s why all of this, ever since the second you touched him, just that shaking of his hand, had given you such a bad feeling. Because you knew what it was, and even before you found the word for it, you knew it’d end bad. 

What John and Agatha had was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, even before the world ended. They found each other, and they chose it—love, despite everything, the ugliness, the loss, the loathsome world. And it was so pure, like an angelic little bubble that they floated in. The way they touched each other, the fleeting passes over waists and arms, they way they flowed like a living duet. The way they held each other, when they cried, when they laughed, just, whenever they could. You’ve never seen people sleep so peacefully. The love was tangible between them.

And then when John died, Agatha fell apart, like an angel from heaven, like a baby bird from a nest, into a pile of feathers and blood. She was a shell. For a week. And then she killed herself. She couldn’t live without him.

You envied her before. And then, immediately, you mourned her. 

These violent delights have violent ends. 

Love is dangerous. A crush is a bullet with god cocking the gun. 

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[finedinereception]

the married wizards au has been rotating in my head the past few days…what their first meeting like as Ice King and Magic Princess…does MQ bring home gifts and souvenirs for her 53 penguin children, does any random ever go into a dungeon or a tomb and just find a Archeologist witch carrying a penguin in bjorn…..what do the Wizards in Wizard City think of Magic Queen calling herself Magic Queen, does that imply she’s their ruler??? Man, thank you for coming up with this idea. It’s so good.

aw thank you for the kind words! 💕 these are some fun questions!

their first meeting

magic princess preferred to travel on foot, or at least fly. she could just teleport herself places, but that takes the fun out of exploration for her, and its easy to miss things when youre just zapping around, yknow? that does mean she needs to make rest stops, though, and one of those stops brings her to the ice kingdom one day. shes surprised to find out a cave she was planning to rest in was already a home (albeit a terribly furnished one) occupied by the ice king

ice king, of course, is excited. a princess has just strolled into his home, and shes not immediately leaving! shes staying overnight! time to put the moves on. magic princess is a little more wary, at first. its been about 50 years since simon parted ways with betty and marcy, and his isolation has already affected him, though he has yet to develop his violent temper. he just comes off as very… sullen. he swings between being weepy and being happy and excited like nothing happens.

but this is a fine place to stay. magic princess wont be bothered much, and she can just magic up a bed for herself that isnt a solid chunk of ice. she ends up staying longer than planned, and they get to know each other better. ice king just falls more and more in love- mp is actually polite to him. shes smart and witty and funny, and she has a way of explaining things that makes them easier to understand. she figures out where hes at and accomodates him. sure, she could just be trying to be a polite guest, but… its hard not to fall in love with a woman this perfect. not to mention shes beautiful.

magic princess isnt sure why she sticks around so long. she doesnt need this long to rest up, but she feels safe here. sure, the ice king is moody, but hes never mean, and as she gets to see his good moods more, she finds out hes actually a pretty sweet and funny guy, and very creative and enthusiastic. unlike other wizards, hes actually interested in her pre-war research, and he helps her sort through her notes, even if he doesnt really “get” them.

theyre a match made in heaven, and so a few years later they make things official, and magic princess crowns herself as queen of the ice kingdom.

gifts for the penguins/dungeon diving

absolutely. she cant understand them the way ice king can, but he translates for her. she could just magic up whatever they want, but its supposed to be the thought that counts for a gift, so even if its something silly like a smooth rock or whatever, she’ll go out of her way to pick things up for the penguins. gunther asks for the most complex things. hes got a hell of a snow globe and post card collection by this point.

shes brought gunther dungeon diving once, indeed in a carrier. he didnt really enjoy himself thought, so she didnt bring him again, and the other penguins arent really interested. but yes, if a tomb or dungeon hasnt been explored much, chances are youll go inside and find magic queen in there, surrounded by the torched remains of guards and monsters and writing info in her big, messy notepad.

relationship with wizard city

its super mixed. at first, they hated her. like, whos this out of the blue nobody calling herself a magic princess? WAIT, SHES CALLING HERSELF A QUEEN NOW?

by year 100 of betty taking the queen name, though, theyve basically learned to live with it. she doesnt have actual political authority in wizard city, but shes accepted as one of the most powerful wizards to exist in a LONG time, doubled by not just her raw power but her sheer competency with it, and its versatility.

its begrudging, but they respect her strength. they think shes wasting a lot of her time though, both with her pre-war research and her relationship with a goofy guy like ice king. they definitely kiss up and show respect to her face, but they grumble and complain behind her back.

#asks #adventure time #betty grof #simon petrikov #wizard married au

[lizzie-is-here]

bucky barnes oneshot

the white cat part 2

bucky barnes x fem! reader

alpine turns out to be the best matchmaker (sorry nat ily)

a/n: a part two? slay very short and sweet 🫶 also short note this time hope you enjoy unless you wanna hear ab my weird dream: ok so like a week ago i like literally lived out three years and i met a guy first year in college while majoring in astronomy and we started dating and he was super sweet and got me flowers and one time it was snowing and we danced on the lawn, but anyway it was my junior year around christmas and i was in the library studying for finals and he came in with daisies and take out to help me but THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP WTF? still mad

the white cat pt. 1

The first date had gone perfectly. Bucky had shown up at the animal shelter right on time, and you had changed in the bathroom to a more date-appropriate outfit. A Japanese steakhouse, a bottle of champagne, and a walk home later, you’d both been eager to schedule another. And three more.

So now, you’re sitting in a back corner of a café (date number five, for those keeping track at home), trying to not stare too hard at the man in front of you.

“Coffee is so much better, holy shit,” he mumbles. You’d recommended a caramel frappuccino, though you’re now mildly convinced he may run off to date it.

“Yeah?” you laugh. “I bet a lot of things are better now.”

Bucky nods, watching the way the corners of your eyes crinkle when you chuckle. He likes that you don’t avoid the topic of his past. Contrary to popular belief, not every moment of his early life was horrible.

Just most of it. Like, seventy years out of one hundred. 70%. Could be worse.

He pulls himself back into reality. “Temperature control? Best thing that’s ever been invented.”

“Oh, really? I’d say modern electronics-“ You gesture around, where students are typing away on laptops and groups of friends are showing each other pictures. “-but I could be biased.”

“Don’t shit talk the flip phone! It works well enough for me.”

“Oh, no. No shit talking here.”

When both of you finish your drinks, you walk Bucky back to his apartment, even though he definitely doesn’t need any extra protection. You enjoy the trek up the stairs you’d normally loathe, and reaching his door makes a weight sink in your chest. He opens it a crack.

Before you can even say goodbye, a white blur races out, ramming into your leg and making you stumble.

Right into Bucky.

“Shit, sorry!”

“She normally isn’t like this-“

The two of you speak at the same time before your eyes lock, breathing syncing as your thoughts both race and stop entirely.

His thoughts race. ‘Is five dates enough to kiss? Probably, right? But it was different then- this isn’t back then, dumbass! Okay, but what do I do? God, she’s pretty this close. Do I lean in? I should lean in, I’m taller than her. Curse you and bless you, Alpine, I’ll get you some Fancy Feast after this-‘

And you only have one thought.

‘Fuck it.’

Pulling him in, your last and only thought leaves the moment your lips touch. His hands hesitantly settle on your back and waist, relaxing when you sigh.

The troublemaker responsible nudges you again, albeit much gentler, purring up at you.

“Hey, Alpine,” you greet, scooping her up. She stretches out and turns limp in your arms. Shit-eating brat. You love her, though. “So, um…” You trail off, but the silence isn’t doesn’t linger for long.

Bucky opens the door fully, nodding inside.

“Would you wanna come in for a bit? Not that you have to, but-“ The way he grins and darts his tongue out across his lips is more convincing than you need. “-your call.”

White ball of fluff in your arms, you agree wholeheartedly.

“How about a movie?” you ask, stepping inside.

Bucky shrugs as you let Alpine down. “I’ve got a list of some Sam told me to watch.” The cat runs to the couch like she knows you’ll end up there.

“We can start there.”

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[wouldpollyapprove]

Preference: Getting Into An Accident

Summary: How characters from Law & Order: SVU would react if you got into an accident.

Characters: Amanda Rollins, Sonny Carisi, Elliot Stabler, Nick Amaro, Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, Rafael Barba

Warnings: mention of an accident

A/n: It’s been ages since I’ve written a preference. They are one of those things that I have a love/hate relationship with. I love them, I really do, but there comes a point when I’m halfway through them that I get bored and don’t want to do it anymore. But I did enjoy this b/c I love these characters and I came up with this idea on my own, so obviously I want to write this.

Masterlist

Amanda Rollins:

Amanda was in shock when she found out about your accident. Once she got off the phone, she quickly grabbed her coat and headed to the hospital. She was by your side as much as she could be. She wasn’t sure what to do, but she’d bring you food and watch movies with you. She’d suggest all the movies her mom would put on for her when she was sick as a kid. When you’d get out of the hospital, she would come stay with you for a few days to help you out. She wouldn’t be allowed in your kitchen, the woman can’t cook, so you’d both eat a lot of take out or she’d get Sonny to come by and make dinner.

Sonny Carisi:

He would be so worried. Sonny would stay by your side as much as he could and when he couldn’t he’d be pacing the waiting room or praying in the hospital chapel. When he’d be with you, he’d try to raise your spirits as much as possible. He’d bring you sweets and he’d even have his mother make you one of the soups she always made for him when ever he’d be hurt or sick. When you’d be discharged, he would help you around your house, cleaning, cooking, doing whatever you needed. He would also be a mother hen and refuse to let you doing anything that might irritate your stitches.

Elliot Stabler:

He would be super stressed out once he learned you had gotten into an accident. He definitely wouldn’t leave the nurses alone if you were in surgry, just trying to find out what was going on, if you were going to okay, anything at all. He would never leave your bedside, sleeping in the chair next to you no matter how many how many people told him to go home and sleep. Olivia would eventually bring him a change of clothes. When you’d be discharged, he would insist that you stay at his place and recover there. There was no use putting up a fight, so you’d do it. Elliot would wait on you hand and foot, bringing you food, books, drinks, anything you wanted. You’d tease him for it, but you loved how caring he was.

Nick Amaro: 

Nick would be much like Elliot expect his mother would also be there. His main thing would be that he wouldn’t want you to be left alone, especially if you were really hurt. If he couldn’t be there he would make sure his mom was. He would also give you more freedom than Elliot. He would make sure you didn’t over do it and that you got plenty of rest, but as soon as you’d tell him to back off or let you do something, he would. He would hate it the whole time, but he knew better than to argue with you. He’d just stand back, giving you a soft glare, but worrying the whole time.

Olivia Benson:

Olivia wouldn’t know what to do. Whether she admits it or not, she likes having control over thing and not knowing what’s going on while the doctors are taking care of you would drive her crazy. She would be so loving, though, once she was able to see you. She’d make sure you’re all comfortable and if you were cold, she’d bring you a blanket. She would definitely bring food and drinks that you liked and anything else you’d want from you house. When you’d be able to go home, she’d help you as much as she could. She’d clean for you and cook or out take out, whatever you preferred. She would also encourage you to follow your doctor’s orders and would take you to follow up appointments if you had any.

Fin Tutuola:

Fin wouldn’t be the best at caring for you, but he would be so worried when no one was telling him anything. If he is anything, it’s steady, constant. He would always be there, day and night. He wouldn’t know what to say, but he would bring you anything you asked for and watch the doctors with hawk eyes. When you’d get to go home, he’d insist on driving you and helping you with whatever you’d need. But you but a stop to that once he offered to cook for you because you knew better than to let him in your kitchen.

Rafael Barba: 

While he would act calm once he’d gotten the call that you were in the hospital, he would beat himself up over the fact that you were alone and that he wasn’t there for you. He would race to the hospital to be by your side and listen carefully to whatever the doctors told the two of you. But as soon as you’d be on your way home, he would tell you what his mother or grandmother would do in that situation. He’d be a walking medicine book of all these traditional “cures” that he’d suggest you try. And if you didn’t believe him, he’d tell you about all the times they worked for him and, if you still didn’t believe him, he’d have you talk to his mom.

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[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Hello! Can I request sniper reader?

As in, she can aim really well, and has a gun instead of a sword. So before the enemies know where she is, he shoots them and kills them, basically really strong.

Can the reader be against to Aizen even though Aizen wants her on his team? Maybe she can be the one who starts flirting with him first (Aka Dom) :"")?

Honestly I had a bit of trouble thinking of how to make this work. I'm not super used to writing for characters like that so I had my lovely friend @bird-brained-plague-doctor help me out! Thanks Birdie~ Also she/her will be used for reader though nothing major will be mentioned

You'd known Aizen since he was captain and like many others you looked up to his strength and kindness. You met mostly by chance, after all working for the stealth force meant you hardly worked alongside the other soul reapers. It was odd that someone like him would be wandering around the Rukan district for seemingly no reason. Yet that was also the start of something sweet. It became routine for him to meet you there, you'd sit down and enjoy tea together or just talk about anything and everything for hours. It was easy to see why so many liked him and it seemed like perhaps he liked you as well....oh how sadly right you were.

Aizen's betrayal, when you look back on it, should have been expected. He and Gin were clearly planning something though you'd never expect someone like Tosen would have been involved as well. The offer that came with Aizen leaving though was the most unexpected. " Come with me my dear and become my queen. Together we could rule over everyone." Hard to believe yeah but so easy to turn down. " Ha! As if I would join you. I was dumb enough to think you cared then let alone now. Next time we cross paths I'll make sure my shot doesn't miss." The smile on his face was impossible to miss but the fact that it made your heart skip a beat was something you could never let anyone know of.

The next time you saw Aizen was in the human world. Having been put there as another line of defense you'd hadn't expected to see him again so soon. Just like you promised up from your high vantage point you take aim. A few steady breaths and moments of focus before you pull the trigger. It's a perfect shot, aimed right between the eyes but without even blinking he's gone and the bullet lodged into the tree behind him. " Now now there's no need to be so feisty my dear markman. You should know better than that." Maybe it's because it had been so long since you heard his voice or maybe it's because you never got over him but the flutter in your stomach is just another reason to push him back. That was the day it began, yet another game of cat and mouse.

Though you had started as the mouse it doesn't last long after the first reunion

Aizen wants to play but he prefers dragging things out, that ends up working in your favor

After the first time it's easy to forget what you're meant to be doing that really you should be trying to kill him or at least telling your captain about things but you don't

This becomes your secret just a special thing only the two of you have and you fully intend to run the game

It starts small and simple maybe a compliment here and there as you "try to kill him" something he could brush off as you attempting to throw him off his game

It escalates from there as you close the distance from time to time with soft words and confidant flirtations this really starts to get to him

Aizan didn't think you'd be the one to make a move after all you rejected his offer so he'd assumed you'd being starting from square one again

Each reminder of how you see him, every compliant or pickup line digs under his skin until he can't ignore the way heart speeds up even Espada notice he seems flushed after meeting with you

Of course he's gonna fight back, he's going to try and make you just as embarrassed and head over heels for him but never back down

Don't stop flirting and leading this dance, keep him on his toes and watch him melt

One day you might even get him wrapped around your pinky, willing to bow down and worship you in his own messed up way

Thank you for reading! Lifes been pretty hectic so I'm glad I was able to get this out. With any luck I'll also post two things in October for you all. Anyway I hope you enjoyed my take on this. Have a good day or night!~ Lilly

#reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x reader