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Unexpected (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: The freshman go to Eddie’s but an unknown girl answers the door. She couldn’t be Eddie’s girlfriend, right?

Y/N notes: smaller than Eddie

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“Mike we can turn around at any point if you just admit that you’re wrong.” Dustin said as the boys biked to the trailer park.

“No way dude.” Mike replied, annoyed he’d even suggest that. The determination he felt inside kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead of him. “I know I’m right.”

“Fine.” Dustin shrugged. Lucas sighed.

“This is stupid.”

“And yet you still came with us.” Dustin added.

The boys often had nerdy arguments. It could be about anything. D&D, books, movies, video games…

But this was the first time they had been arguing over the weekend and Eddie wasn’t there to end it. Their Dungeon Master was an infinite source of knowledge on all things nerd, so they knew they had to go to him to settle this and it couldn’t wait until Monday.

They reached the familiar trailer and dropped their bikes, going to knock on the door. Dustin gave his friend a smug look. “Mike you are about to eat your-“

The door swung open. The boys were greeted not by Eddie, or his uncle, but a girl. She looked like she could be about the same age as their dungeon master. Little pyjama shorts and a Hellfire shirt on. It looked a little big on her. About Eddie’s size. She looked like she just rolled out of bed yet she still looked good.

The girl smiled at them, a little surprised.

“Hi?” She greeted. The three boys just stared up in shock. After getting no response, she tried again. “Can I help you?” She asked, quirking one eyebrow up.

“Uh we’re looking for Eddie?” Dustin said slowly, like he was waiting to be told they were at the wrong trailer. The girl poked her head back inside.

“Babe! Some kids are here asking for you!” She shouted in.

Babe? No, she couldn’t be.

“Do they look like nerds?” They heard Eddie shout back. His voice sounded a little groggy, like he hadn’t been awake too long either. Y/N turned back and assessed each of them.

“Two of them do! The other looks like a jock!”

“Ah. Right.” They heard Eddie say.

Soon enough the metalhead walked into view, slinging an arm around the girl. She leaned into the touch. He grinned down at the freshman, seeing the looks on their faces. “Good morning gentlemen.”

“Eddie? Who is this?” Mike asked, pointing.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Eddie answered, like it was obvious.

“You… have a girlfriend?” Lucas questioned. Eddie put a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended.

“Is it really that hard to believe Sinclair?”

“Yes.” The trio replied. Eddie’s girlfriend began laughing, burying her face into his pyjama shirt before standing back up straight.

“Aww man Eds these kids are funny. You guys must be in Hellfire yeah?” She smiled fondly at them. They all nodded. “Nice! Which one of you’s Dustin?”

“Me?” Dustin said cautiously.

“So we finally meet Henderson. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Y/N smirked.

“You have?”

“Yeah I can’t get Eddie to shut up about you some days.”

“Babe. Stop.” Eddie angrily whispered making Y/N and the boys giggle. Y/N grabbed his face and pulled it down a little.

“Stop being cute.”

“I can’t help it, I’m just so effortlessly adorable.” Eddie replied, his cheeky grin returning. Y/N pulled his a little closer for a kiss. The boys pulled disgusted faces.

“Ugh gross.” Mike commented. The older kids chuckled and turned back to them.

“Wheeler don’t act like you’re just as bad with your girl.” Eddie said, placing a hand on Y/N’s waist.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” The group turned around to see their red headed friend who lived across the street.

“Max!” Lucas greeted enthusiastically. “Dustin and Mike were arguing so we came here to settle it.” Max rolled her eyes as if she was saying of course.

“Hey Max.” Y/N said with a smile.

“Hey.” The boys eyes widened.

“You knew Eddie has a girlfriend???” Dustin questioned. The other boys looked outraged too. Max gave them a funny look.

“Yeah I see her around here all the time. I assumed you guys knew?”

“No. We didn’t.” Mike said in an over the top voice.

“So what’s the debate gentlemen?” Eddie asked. “This is supposed to be my day off from you kids.” He joked.

“We need you to settle something for us.” Mike stated.

“Alright. Shoot.” Mike and Dustin both opened their mouths but no words came out. They frowned and looked at each other.

“Wait… what were we arguing about again?” Dustin asked.

“I genuinely have no idea.” The pair turned to Lucas. He put his hands up innocently.

“You two lost me as soon as we got on our bikes.” The boys sighed in frustration.

“Well you guys biked all this way,” Y/N interrupted. “You wanna come in? We’ve got hot chocolate and a shit ton of mugs.”

“But I thought we were gonna have a lazy morning today.” Eddie complained, leaning more on Y/N. She moved to wrap her arms around his neck.

“I’m sure they won’t be too long. Then we can get back in bed and spend the rest of the day there.” Y/N spoke softly, not really wanting the younger ones to hear. “And we can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” Eddie grinned.

“Whatever you want.”

“Gross.” Mike said again. “Are we getting hot chocolate or are we just gonna watch you two making babies right in front of us?”

“Chill out Wheeler.” Eddie brushed off. He walked back into his trailer, holding Y/N’s hand as she followed. “Alright everyone get in, I’ve got a date with my bed and this lovely lady so make it quick.”

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[midnightsnyx]

girl at home | mat barzal | part 4

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader summary: you’re eighteen when you find yourself pregnant after Mat leaves for hockey. nearly eight years later, Mat finds out about your daughter and you have to deal with the consequences of not telling him about her.

warnings: not edited, angst, mentions of alcohol, pregnancy, food word count: 1.3k authors note: sorry it's late & short but i was sick and then had writers block. i hope u guys like it!! if u like it let me know but if you hate it also let me know. also HUGE thanks to @barzysbaby for the help with this chapter!! it probably wouldn't have been finished without your help! if anyone wants to be added or taken off the tag list, let me know! you can shoot me a dm, send an ask or fill out my tag list form.

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After your unexpected heart-to-heart with Mat, you begin to realize that you’re starting to tread on some thin ice with your relationship with him. Letting those feelings you’d tucked away start to come back was a recipe for disaster because you had Nora to think about. If he really wanted to be a part of her life, the two of you couldn’t start a relationship because if it went wrong, it would ruin the opportunity for him to be in her life comfortably. 

However, the problem is how perceptive Nora can be. 

Letting yourself have ‘just one moment’ with Mat last night was a bad idea because you wake up on the couch the next morning, Mat holding you close, and a grumpy six-year-old demanding breakfast. 

“Eggs please,” Nora demands, curious eyes watching you and Mat. When you make no move to get up off the couch and get her breakfast, she stomps a foot and crosses her arms.

“Grandma said I could have eggs for breakfast,” she says and then pauses before adding: “and she said I could have pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes.”

“You’re not at grandma’s, are you?” you reply, watching her frown. 

“Well then can you bring me to grandma’s?” she replies without missing a beat.

You open your mouth to tell her no, you won’t be bringing her to grandmas with that attitude when Mat interrupts. 

“I’ll make some pancakes,” he mumbles sleepily, sitting up and pulling you with him. You turn to tell him no but your mouth goes dry because you forgot how good he looks in the morning. You’re staring long enough that he notices and a smirk tugs at his mouth but he doesn’t say anything, instead standing up and offering a hand to Nora. 

“Let’s go make mom some pancakes,” he says and she smiles up at him and it’s just so damn domestic that you want to cry.  

You watch them walk over to the kitchen and start preparing the ingredients while you sit there, trying to pull yourself together. He’s falling so seamlessly into being a parent that you can’t decide how to feel. His attentiveness and patience with her could be temporary and then when he realizes how hard being a parent really is, you’ll be left to clean up the mess he leaves behind. On the other hand, he might be serious about the entire thing and everything could work out.

Nora's giggles catch your attention and you look to see Mat cracking an egg on her forehead like the video he had sent you a few days ago, claiming that he would try it on Nora. Almost as if he can sense that you’re watching them, he looks up and catches your eye and grins, tilting his head slightly.

“You wanna help or just sit there all morning?” he teases so you stand up and make your way to the kitchen to stand next to Nora, kissing the forehead when she grins up at you. 

“How can I help?”

. . .

It was inevitable that the hockey world would catch wind that Mathew Barzal had a child. Whether it was his now ex-girlfriend, or just someone from home that spilled the beans, suddenly all the sports sites had articles up about it. They can't legally say Nora’s name or show photos of her because she’s still a minor, but they can definitely dig up old high school pictures and find your instagram.

It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together for people to realize that you were his baby mama. You had to turn your social media accounts private because you were suddenly having people comment on your photos, and sending DM’s. Most of them weren’t the nicest, accusing you of kid-trapping Mat and while you knew that it was useless to be upset over it, it was hard. They didn’t and would never know the details but it bothered you to no end, and unfortunately, you took your frustration out on Mat, who took whatever you threw at him. You said things you regretted the next morning and he would just smile and tell you it was fine. 

But it wasn’t, and everything crashed down about two weeks after the first article was posted. You woke up to your phone buzzing, calls and texts from your mom, Jax, some other friends and even Liana. 

And a single text from Mat that had just two words, and a link attached.  

baby daddy: I'm sorry. instagram.com/matbarzal 

It was a statement, clearly written by a PR Manager from the Islanders organization. The statement basically said that Mathew Barzal did not in fact have a child. It was just a rumor floating around that a disgruntled fan spread. A lot of people called it bullshit, saying that it was PR cleaning up a mess, which technically they were doing. Then, there were the fans and journalists who did believe the statement and tried to take back whatever they may have said that was mean. 

It wasn’t the things other people were saying about it though, it was what Mat wasn’t saying. After the post, he ghosted you for four days, ignoring all the texts and calls even when they were about Nora. Liana and Nadia still asked to see Nora on the weekend that she normally does so you dropped her off Friday evening, noticing that Mat’s car was nowhere to be seen. Nadia and Liana didn’t say anything about the situation, just thanking you for letting Nora stay over for the night and promising to call if anything came up. You didn’t have anything planned so you went back to your apartment, hoping to catch up on some overdue work you’d been letting pile up.

Halfway through writing a draft for a chapter, there’s a knock on your door. You’re once again suspecting it to be Nadia or Liana with Nora but you come face to face with Mat.

Again.

His eyes are trained on the ground, refusing to meet yours. There are a thousand things you want to say, most of them not nice at all but what comes out is: “beer?” 

His head shoots up, clearly not expecting that response from you but he nods his head and walks in when you step to the side. He toes off his shoes and walks straight towards the kitchen. By instinct, he opens the fridge to get himself a drink and then pauses, looking at you sheepishly.

“Beer?”

“Water,” you reply and he nods, passing you a bottle of water. You both sit at the kitchen island, drinking your respectable drinks in silence until he clears his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t know that they were going to write that. Our public relations manager wrote it and just told me to post it. My agent asked her to clean things up a little because it was getting out of hand. I didn’t want to hurt you or Nora, I swear.” 

“It’s too late for that,” you say sharply. “You said you want to be in Nora’s life but she can’t be a secret, Mat! You can’t say you want to try, and then turn around and tell the world that she’s not yours. If you’re not going to be in this one-hundred percent, then you shouldn’t be here at all.” 

He must take your last statement as a dismissal because he stands up, slips his shoes on and leaves, closing the door a little harder than necessary. 

You sit in silence far too long, part of you foolishly hoping that Mat will come back but you know he won’t. Not today at least. So, you go back to working on your draft but you can’t focus. Part of you wants to try and put yourself in his shoes, to try and understand why he didn’t fight harder against what public relations wanted but you can’t. You can’t imagine not being Nora’s mom and you wonder if maybe this is the way out he was hoping for. Maybe he decided that being a parent was fun for a little while, but when he understood the real consequences and struggles that come along with it, he realized he didn’t want it. That he didn’t want Nora.

Maybe this is his out.

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[jeannineee]

Kinktober Day Five: Bondage

Cassian x Reader

a/n: day five of kinktober. If you wanna be added to the tag list, comment or dm me! This is also probably one of my favorite Cas smuts that I’ve written.

warnings: smut of course, bondage, Cassian is a lil rough, slight dom/sub dynamics, maybe slight degradation?

“Too tight?” Cassian asked from behind you, as he secured your wrists behind your back with a length of rope.

You tested the strength of the rope, pulling until it began to dig into your wrists. Tight, but not painful. “No, it’s fine,” you told him.

“Good.” Cassian grinned, giving you a pat on your ass. He helped you onto the bed, bending you over until your face was pressed into the pillows, baring your lower half to him.

“So beautiful,” Cassian murmured as he ran his hands down your hips, over the swell of your ass.

Your cheeks flushed at the praise, and you deepened the arch of your back, a silent plea for more.

Cassian obliged you, running his fingers through your slit, collecting your arousal. “Always so wet for me.”

You whimpered as he began circling your clit, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sensation. “Fuck, Cas, please.”

Cassian slowed his movements, teasing you. “Please what, sweetheart?”

You wriggled against the restraints at the lack of friction, desperation lacing your words. “You know what I want,” you replied sharply.

Cassian chuckled, once again tracing his fingers through your folds, prodding them at your soaked entrance. “I do. But I want you to say it. Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

“I…oh…” you trailed off as he began circling your clit again, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “Need you inside me, Cas. Please.”

“Such a good girl,” Cassian murmured as he grasped his cock in one hand, and your hip in the other. “Begging so sweetly.”

Cassian slid into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. Your walls tightened around him immediately, earning a string of curses from him.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Cassian said as he pulled out to the tip, and thrust back in, hard enough that your body jolted forward. “No fucking idea.”

Cassian set a punishing pace, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. He brought one hand to your hair, wrapping it around his fist. He pulled you against him, the new angle causing him to hit your sweet spot with each thrust.

The hand Cassian had tangled in your hair now groped at your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until tears brimmed your eyes.

Between the restraints keeping your arms pinned behind your back, and Cassian’s hold on your waist, squirming was impossible. You melted into his touch, utterly blissed out as he fucked you into oblivion.

“Can’t even speak, can you?” Cassian grunted out, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “You go dumb every time my cock is inside you.”

The fact that you could only moan and whimper in response proved his point. Cassian slid his hand down your stomach, and lower, rubbing your sensitive bud in tandem with his thrusts.

Your moans grew needier as you felt your release building. Cassian felt it in the way your walls fluttered around him.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured in your ear, before nipping at it. “Come for me. I’ve got you.”

You saw stars as your orgasm barreled through you, so intense that your body shook with the force of it. Cassian guided you through it, your name on his lips as he filled you with his release.

Cassian eased out of you carefully. You’d barely had time to catch your breath before he was lying back on the bed, pulling you onto his lap.

“I can’t ride you with my arms tied behind my back,” you told him, breathless from your orgasm.

Cassian gave you a panty-dropping grin. “Sure you can,” he replied, placing his hands on your waist. “I’ll control the pace, you just sit on my cock and look pretty.”

“Filthy mouth,” you playfully chastised, a breathy moan leaving you as he helped you settle onto his length.

Cassian’s grin didn’t fade. “I think I’ll keep you tied up a bit longer, for that comment.”

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[indigoflorals]

relax (18+)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Bubble bath with your boyfriend and he can’t keep his hands off of you

Warnings: Unprotected sex, bath sex, vaginal fingering, pet names, begging, slight breeding kink, hair pulling, heavy praise kink

You sunk back into the warm water and relaxed into your boyfriends chest. He was warm against you, his hands coming instantly to your waist.

“Hi beautiful,” He mumbled into your neck and as you leaned back into him, “Long day?”

You moaned at the feeling of his lips on the soft skin of your neck. “You don’t even know.”

He hummed, continuing to pepper kisses to the sensitive expanse of your throat. “Oh I’m sure.”

“Had to deal with my coworkers bitching and moaning all day.” You sighed as his hands came up to grope your breasts, droplets of water falling from them to the surface of the water.

JJ only hummed again, kneading still at the flesh of your tits. Rolling your nipples between his fingers, he leaned in to kiss the area just behind your ear.

“So glad to relax with you tonight J,” You moaned, rocking your hips to feel his hardness pressing into your ass and lower back.

He smiled at you innocently, sliding a hand from your breast down your stomach to stop just above your clit. “Always happy to help my girl.”

You gasped as his fingertips ghosted over the spot you so desperately needed him to touch.

JJ throbbed against you at your whines, grinding into your back. “Tell me what you need baby.”

A finger dragged down your pussy from top to bottom, teasing your hole. It circled your clit once, then went back to resting just above it.

“Please touch me J,” You cried, bucking your hips at the loss of sensation.

“Only since you asked so nicely.”

Your boyfriends skilled fingers went to work on your pussy, and you buried your face into his shoulder.

“So good J,” You mumbled through whines, “Thank you…thank you.”

His free hand came to your face, turning you to look at him. Your eyes met his blue ones, and you felt yourself clench around his fingers. “Look at me pretty girl. I wanna see your face when you cum for me.”

Your body shook at his words, and you sobbed in pleasure. Orgasm washing over you, you sunk back into him.

“That’s it baby, good job.” He removed his fingers from you, sliding his hands to your hips where he groped the fat there.

He lifted you gently, and you felt him lining you up with his painfully hard dick. You cried at the tip pushing inside. “It’s okay baby. You can take it. Take it all for me.”

The water in the tub splashed out as he pulled you down to meet his hips. You were too overwhelmed to notice or care. He was filling you to the brim and you loved it.

You cries were incoherent and loud. Fingers gripping the side of the tub, your knuckles were turning white in your fight to keep yourself from screaming.

“Let it all out baby,” JJ rocked his hips, fucking up into you, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blonds hand came to your lower back, pushing you slightly so you were bent down. He fisted your hair at the scalp, using it as leverage to pull you back against him.

“Holy fuck, “ He moaned, “I’m gonna cum in you baby. Fill you the fuck up.”

“Please J,” You bawled, “Fill me up, get me pregnant. Please cum in me.”

You felt the warm liquid flush inside you, and your own orgasm was triggered. White flashed your vision, and all your muscles tightened and relaxed.

Strong arms came to wrap around you, pulling you back to lie down. “You did so good baby,” your boyfriend kissed your cheek, “Lemme get you cleaned up before the water gets cold, yeah?”

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[deansapplepie]

A piece of meat (drabble)

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of sexual things, mentions of blowjobs, mentions of D’s Dick. Minors do not interact, 18+.

A/N: Initially I had thought of it as an idea dor Till THE DEAD do us part, but then I thought “why not make it into a drabble?”, I’m trying to make myself used to write small things like that. I’m not entirely satisfied with what I wrote, but here it is.

It had been so difficult to have some time alone with your archer in the last days that you were practically burning to touch him and be touched. Usually, your alone time was when the day was over and you’d retreat to your shared cell, but there had been so much work to do that at this precious time both of you were exhausted and all you could manage to do was to cuddle to sleep and share a quick kiss, that is when you didn’t sleep once your heads hit the pillow.

That’s why when you saw yourself alone with him, and deep in the woods, you surprised him by throwing him against a tree and crashing your lips on his. At first you startled him, but soon he welcomed the kiss… it is until your hands descended to the waistband of his pants and your hands started to battle with his belt.

“Wha’ are ya doing?” He broke the kiss, one hand tangled in your hair and the other on your lower back.

“Hopefully, you.” You answered and turned your attention once again to the clothing keeping him away from you.

“What am I to ya, woman? A piece of meat?” He asked you a laugh caught in his throat and that straight face that you could never tell if he was serious or joking.

“Don’t you wanna me to suck your dick, big boy?” You asked him the most innocent face you could manage to make in your face. “I can stop if you don’t…”

“I never said that!” He was fast to reply. “Do your job and I may reward you.” He squeezed your cheeks with one hand making your lips shape into a pout, before he used the same hand to put a strand of hair behind your ear and caress your face as if you hadn’t just promised him something so sinful.

“Yes, sir.” You said before getting on your knees. “Now let me do my job, and do yours that is keep watch.”

You knew in a few seconds he wouldn’t be able to watch for anything, so you were relying on your luck and thinking that if you died having a taste of him, you’d for sure do it happily.

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Hii ! I love your works it's just so amazing!! Can I request a Dominik mysterio x reader and it's just fluff please?

Snuggles ➶ 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and the rest of the Judgment Day have 2 things to do: Annoy the Bloodline and conduct business with them. But Dominik wants to add a third thing on the list, snuggling with you and not letting you go.

A/N: Thank you for your kind words, I'm so glad you love my works!! I hope this is all the fluff you wanted and is up to your standards lol. Hope you all enjoy! Also if you want to be added to a tag list for any future works I write, let me know in the comments!!

Warnings: Arguing (but it's just Jimmy and Solo lol), Mentions of drinking, etc.

You laughed with the rest of Judgment Day as you walked down the dimly lit hallway, Dominik's arm draped casually over your shoulder as the four of you made your way towards the Bloodline's locker room.

"How mad you think they're gonna be when they come back?" You giggled, leaning into Dominik's touch as you stepped closer to the locker room door.

"Stupidly mad." Rhea grinned, eyes flickering to the sticker on the door reading 'Bloodline Only.' She chuckled, nudging Finn, making him bring the keycard out Paul Heyman so graciously gave you all.

"That's half the fun of it. Can't wait to see Jimmy's stupid face when he sees us." Finn cackled, unlocking the door with a soft click.

"And Solo's face too, how did you get Paul to keep his mouth shut?" Damien turned to you and Rhea as you walked in the room, giving Dominik a smile when he pushed you in front of him and let you pass him first.

"Let's just say me and Rhea are very convincing." You answered as you all took in the room. The wide TV playing highlights from earlier matches, plush amenities on the tables, a dressing room area with neatly organized suitcases and gear, and comfortable chairs scattered around.

"Damn, this is fancy." Dominik whistled, bringing you to the plush couch and settling down, pulling you into his lap. "Cozy too," he added, wrapping his arms around you.

Rhea plopped down on a chair, crossing her legs as Finn and Damien looked around. "Jesus, he really is obsessed with himself." She commented, eyes on the pictures of Roman lining the walls.

You giggled at her words, nestling your head in Dominiks shoulder, your legs around his waist. "I think he has some sort of ego kink."

Dominik and Rhea laughed with you, Dominiks hands scratching gently down on your back as Finn let out a low whistle, walking over to the table and inspecting the snacks laid out.

"Look at all this! We've got to come here more often." Finn tossed a bag of chips to Damien, making him catch it with a smile. "Anyone up for some snacks while we wait?"

"Now you're speaking my language, man." Damien chuckled, catching the bag of chips and settling down on the couch next to you and Dom.

"So, how long do you reckon until they're done?" Rhea asked, leaning back in her chair, her boots propped up on a nearby table.

Finn sat down, eating his chips and shrugging. "You know Jimmy likes to gloat, and Solo is not far behind, so probably a while." Finn replied between bites. "But Paul said he wouldn't keep us waiting long."

You picked your head up from Dominik's shoulder, trying to keep a laugh from bubbling out when he tried to bring your head back turning to Finn.

"So, we've got some time to kill, huh?" You grinned, glancing around the room. You eyed the TV, the snacks, and then Dominik. "Wanna watch some Netflix while we wait for those goons?"

Dominik chuckled, his arms still securely around you. "Sounds good to me. What do you feel like watching?"

Rhea smiled mischievously at you, grabbing the TV Remote. "Wanna watch some horror then while we wait?"

Damien smirked, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "I'm game." Finn nodded, grabbing another bag of chips. "Horror it is."

You cuddled further into Dominik's arms, and he wrapped his arms tighter around you, smiling down at you.

"If you get scared, I'll protect you," he teased, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You rolled your eyes playfully, kissing his cheek in return. "Think it'll be the other way around." You joked as the movie played on the TV.

And the waiting game began.

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After 30 minutes, Jimmy, Solo, and Paul were all heading to the locker room after their brawl with LA Knight and John Cena. Jimmy was fuming after being attacked, slamming the door open since he is in front of everyone.

"What the hell is this!?" Jimmy walks in to the sight of the 5 of you having matching smirks on your face as he yelled at you.

"What's wrong?" Solo walks in the room after hearing the yelling, peering inside to see you sprawled onto the couch, Finn and Damien sitting side by side as Dominik playing with a llama with his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, your legs in Rhea's lap.

"That's no way to treat a guest, Jimmy." You pouted, smiling innocently at him. Rhea mirrored your smile, raising an eyebrow at him.

"She's right, Jimmy. Thought you'd have better hospitality." Rhea remarked with faux disappointment.

"Ya'll are in the wrong locker room! Get the hell out!" Jimmy snarled, pointing angrily at the door.

"We're actually right where we belong, mate." Finn smirked, taking a casual bite of a chip. "Isn't that right?" Damien smirked and nodded. "You're completely right, Finn."

Dominik looked up from his lama , grinning at an angry Jimmy. "And this is a really nice place, we're definitely gonna come here more often, aren't we guys?"

Jimmy's face turned bright red with rage, and he crosses the room and stepped in front of you guys.

"What are you even doing here?" He questioned with a scowl. "Solo, get them out!"

"Oh, Paul didn't tell you?" You glanced at Paul, who had entered the room behind Jimmy. He looked sheepish, avoiding eye contact.

"Oops, our bad. Must've slipped his mind," you said with mock innocence, earning a chuckle from Finn.

"Solo, there will be no need for that." Paul stopped Solo, placing a calming hand on his shoulder.

"They're here as guests. I may have forgotten to mention it, but they're perfectly welcome."

"Exactly. Paul invited us here to conduct some business under Roman's orders" Rhea explained, her voice turning serious as she looked at Jimmy. "So, unless you want to mess with your dear Tribal Chief, I suggest you calm down and show us some respect."

Jimmy's jaw dropped in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You've got to be kidding me..."

Solo, still seething with anger, glared at all of you. "This is ridiculous."

"Why didn't you tell us!" Jimmy turned his anger onto Paul, who gaped at him for a moment before clearing his throat. It was very entertaining.

"I must've slipped my mind, my apologies," Paul stammered, clearly trying to save face. You snickered alongside the rest of your friends at the sight.

"Looks like the Judgment Day will be staying a bit longer, then," Finn chimed in, looking far too pleased with the situation.

"Which means the rest of you need to leave. Rhea and I only need to speak to Paul, so the rest of you can go." You spoke up, still running your fingers through Dominik's hair, his head perking up at the sound of your voice.

"Exactly. So, why don't you show the gentleman out?" Rhea suggested, giving Jimmy and Solo a pointed look.

Jimmy immediately protested, shaking his head and glaring at you all. "Ain't no way we leaving. Ya'll need to get your asses outta my room!"

Damien stood up at his tone, crossing his arms over his chest and sizing Jimmy up. "Listen to the ladies. Leave, or we'll make you two leave."

Jimmy backed up when Damien took a step forward, knowing Damien could easily snap him in half.

Dominik smirked at the confrontation, lifting his head from your lap. "Yeah, Jimmy, we wouldn't want you to get hurt in your own locker room, now would we?" He teased, his playful tone only making Jimmy more furious.

Jimmy was about to explode with anger, but Paul grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"Jimmy, this is under Tribal Cheifs orders, very specific orders. And you know Roman doesn’t want his business being messed with. and you wouldn’t want to mess with that and make the chief mad and have to face the consequences, would you? Paul warned him in a serious tone, fearful of what would happen if he messed up Roman's plans.

Jimmy finally relented, rolling his eyes but he knew he couldn't go against the Tribal Chief's orders.

"Fine, but this ain't over," Jimmy grumbled, glaring one last time at all of you before storming out of the room, Solo following him with a huff.

“You guys okay to be okay alone with Paul?” Damien asked you and Rhea once they left, Dominik perking up at the question.

“You sure you don’t need us for backup, hermosa?” Dominik discarded the llama and picked his head up from your lap and sat up in concern, tightening his grip on you.

You smiled at Dominik, patting his cheek affectionately. "We'll be fine, Dom, Paul isn't going to bite us," you reassured him, rubbing his back soothingly.

Rhea gave him a smile, fist-bumping him. "Besides, it's just business talk. We'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

Dominik reluctantly nodded, still looking a bit concerned but trusting your judgment. "Alright, but you owe me snuggles.” He kissed your nose, making you giggle.

“I promise, I'll make it up to you," you replied with a wink, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Dominik melted into your kiss and stood up, stretching before looking at the others. "Let leave the ladies to their business then."

The rest of Judgment Day followed Dominik's lead and made their way out of the locker room, leaving you and Rhea alone with Paul.

“Now that everyone is gone…” Rhea picked up on your tone, finishing the sentence you had started. She leaned forward, a serious expression on her face. “Let’s get down to business.” Paul sat down in front of you two, gulping at the looks on you and Rhea’s faces, your glares making him nervous.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Of course ladies, let’s discuss our deal.”

You and Rhea exchanged a knowing glance, then turned your attention back to Paul. “But first, you need to do something for us.” Rhea began, glare never leaving her face.

Paul swallowed hard, nodding. “Whatever you ladies need, just name it.”

You leaned forward, your eyes locked onto Paul's. “We need you to acknowledge us.”

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You and Rhea made your way out the room, smiling to each other as you spotted the boys waiting for you in the hallway.

Dominik immediately walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you, and planting a soft kiss on your lips. "How did it go in there?"

You grinned, placing a hand on his cheek. "Perfect. We got what we needed, trust me.”

Rhea dabbed up Finn and Damian. “We’ve got Paul right where we want him, and Jimmy and Solo will be at our beck and call at your tag team match on Monday.”

Dominik squeezed you a little tighter in his embrace. "That's my girl," he said with a proud smirk.

Finn grinned at Rhea’s words, giving you both a proud smile. “Nice work, ladies. Cody and Jey won’t know what hit them.”

Damien smirked confidently, looking at one half of tag team championships around his waist. “With Paul under our thumb and The Bloodline wrapped around our fingers, we're unstoppable."

You smiled, feeling the sense of accomplishment wash over you.

“Now we can party!”

Damien's eyes lit up at your words. "Hell yeah, let's celebrate!" He hollered, clapping you on the back.

Finn hollered with him, "Bet none of you can't drink more than me!"

Dominik scoffed, his arm around your waist. "You can barely drink more than me, Finn."

Damien chuckled at their words, "Says the lightweight. You guys aren't on my level."

"Newsflash, none of you idiots can't drink as much as me." Rhea butt in with a smirk, wrapping an arm around Finn's shoulder.

The three bickered while walking out of the arena, you and Dominik sharing a look as you trailed behind them.

"They are so gonna get drunk."

You chuckled, leaning into Dominik's side as you watched your friends argue about who could handle their alcohol better. "Wanna bet on who's gonna throw up first?"

"Definitely you." You gasped playfully, swatting his chest. "That is so not true!"

Dominik gave you a knowing look. ""I've seen you after a couple of drinks, mi amor. You start giggling like crazy, and then you get all lovey-dovey. And then 9 times out of 10 you get sick."

You rolled your eyes, pouting dramatically. "That is not going to happen!"

Dominik chuckled, his arm tightening around you. "I'll believe it when I see it, cariño."

You let out a mock huff, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm gonna prove you wrong, I promise you that."

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You, in fact, did not prove him wrong.

You stumbled into your hotel room later that night, giggling uncontrollably, with Dominik supporting you as you leaned on him.

"See, I told you," Dominik teased, helping you sit down on the bed. "You can't handle your liquor, mi amor."

"No, I am handling it! I'm handling it reallllyy welllll." you protested, though your words were slurred. Maybe you shouldn't have challenged Rhea as to who could take the most shots. She always wins.

Dominik had an amused smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to take off your shoes, which you managed to do after a few attempts.

"Yeah, you're a definitely handling it reallyyyy welllll." he teased, kneeling down to help you with the other shoe. You pouted, looking at him with glassy eyes.

"You're mean, babe. I thought you were on my side."

He chuckled, finishing with your shoes and then standing up. "I am on your side, cariño. I'm just messing with you."

You gave him a playful scowl, then suddenly your mood shifted, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy, affectionate kiss. "I love you, Dom," you slurred.

Dominik couldn't help but laugh at your sudden shift in mood. He wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss, his lips slow but sweet against your own in a gentle manner, not wanting to overwhelm you in your current state. "I love you too, mi amor," he whispered against your lips before planting another sweet kiss on them.

You melted into the kiss, feeling a warmth wash over you, and the dizziness from the alcohol seemed to fade away for a moment. Dominik's tenderness always had that effect on you, making you forget anything and everything but him and his touch.

He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Feeling a bit better now, cariño?" Dominik asked, his voice soft and full of affection.

You nodded slowly, a content smile on your face. "Much better now," you replied, your voice still a bit slurred but your gaze clear and focused on Dominik's. "You always make me feel better, Dom."

Dominik's heart swelled with love at your words, and he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "And I always want to make you feel that way."

You smiled, your drunken state his words mean that much more to you. "You're the best, Dom," you whispered, pulling him into another sweet kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Dominik returned your kiss with the same tenderness, his heart overflowing with his love for you. But when you grabbed the back of his head to try and deepen it, he gently pulled back. "As much as I'd love to, cariño, you've had enough to drink for one night."

You pouted playfully, protesting, "But I want you, Dom." He chuckled, his eyes full of adoration.

"I want you too, mi amor, but I want you to remember it."

You sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed with your arms outstretched." But I need you. Like really need you."

Dominik laughed at your dramatic self and crawled onto the bed next to you, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at you. "You'll have me, cariño, just not right now." He leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. "You need some rest. We can have each other tomorrow."

You sighed contentedly after the sweet kiss, your eyes fluttering with a sense of warmth. "Fine, tomorrow," you mumbled, snuggling into Dominik's side, your hand finding his, fingers entwining and almost falling asleep on his chest.

"Baby, as much as I want to cuddle with you, you need to change first." Dominik gently reminded you, trying to stifle a chuckle at your intoxicated state.

"Don't wanna get up." You giggled, nuzzling your face into his chest. "Too comfy with you, Dom.Y ou smell so good."

Dominik couldn't help but laugh softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I know, mi amor, but we can cuddle after you change. You'll still be comfy with me, I promise."

You didn't let him go, moving even closer to him. "Carry me, babe."

Dominik chuckled, finding your request absolutely adorable. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up gently and cradling you in his arms as he stood. "You're lucky you're so cute," he teased, making his way to the bathroom with you in his arms.

He helped you brush your teeth and get changed, and then carried you back to bed, wrapping you up in the cozy blankets. Dominik joined you, pulling you close, and you snuggled against his chest.

"You promised me snuggles, remember?" Dominik playfully reminded you, smiling as you nodded sleepily, your eyelids heavy as you nestled even closer to Dominik's warmth. "I didn't forget, Dom. You give the best snuggles."

You sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I love you." Dominik smiled, holding you close. "I love you too, mi amor. Sweet dreams."

"You promise I can have you tomorrow?" You asked, your eyes half-closed, your voice soft and dreamy.

"I promise," Dominik replied, kissing your forehead as his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back as you started to drift off to sleep. "You can have all of me tomorrow, every moment, cariño. Goodnight."

You smiled sleepily, feeling completely safe and loved in Dominik's arms. "Can't wait."

Dominik watched with a smile as you drifted off to sleep, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings until his eyes grew heavy.

He pulled you even closer before he succumbed to sleep, finally relaxed and content, getting all the snuggles he wanted.

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[sturnsssbow]

MORNINGS WITH MATT

dad!matt x mom!oc

summary: a morning with Matt and Gracie taking care of their daughter, Rory

warnings: fluff!! No use of y/n (I hate that shit)

The morning started off like normal, Matt in the shower, Gracie doing her makeup, and Rory sleeping. It’s always peaceful until Rory gets up and runs into her parents room.

“Good morning, sweetie.”

“good morning, mommy”

After the small interaction, Rory wants her hair to be nice and pretty for preschool, so Gracie put her on the counter and started on her hair.

Matt walked out of the shower to see his wife doing his daughter’s hair. He smiled to himself and walked into the closet. Matt picked out a pair of jeans and a random hoodie. After getting changed he walked back into the bathroom to see what his girls were doing.

Gracie had finished Rory’s hair. Two buns at the top of her head. But Rory decided she wanted bows on the buns, so both girls are looking through a drawer with the hair items.

“Your hair looks pretty Rory.” Matt said to his daughter.

“Thank you daddy!” Rory smiled, while still looking for 2 pink bows.

“Oh, Rory, look at these two bows. Do you want these ones?” Gracie held up two small pink bows that would fit in Rory’s hair.

Rory nodded at her mom. Gracie put the two bows right in front of the buns. Matt just watched both girls, happy to have them both in his life.

“Alright, there you go! Now let’s go get you changed.” Rory smiled at her hair, happy that she got bows.

Rory walked out of the room, headed for her own.

“I love you.” Matt said, also smiling. Matt pulled Gracie in for a kiss, and she accepted it. Once they pulled away Gracie said it back.

“I love you too. Now I gotta go get Rory changed. Can you pack her lunch?”

Matt replied, “Yeah, I can. I’ll also get her breakfast.”

“Thank you so much, Matt. We’ll be down there soon.”

Matt nodded and headed off towards the kitchen, while Gracie headed for Rorys bedroom.

In the kitchen, Matt puts a ham and cheese sandwich, — cut in fours — a cutie, juice box, gummies, and a small piece of chocolate in Rory’s lunchbox. He also gets breakfast ready for Rory, fruit loops and a glass of milk. Matt also made a cup of coffee for Gracie to drink, Matt just ate a cutie.

Rory and Gracie come down the stairs together, Rory running straight to the dining table to eat, and Gracie walking towards Matt.

“Here’s your coffee m’lady.” Matt says in a funny voice.

“Why thank you young lad.” Gracie responds, playing along with him.

“I’m not a young lad.” Matt whines.

Gracie gives Matt a look, while taking a sip of her coffee.

“Mommy can I watch tv?” Rory asks from the table.”

“Yeah, come on let’s sit down.”

Gracie, Matt, and Rory all come to sit on the couch. Matt grabs the remote puts on SpongeBob. They watch the show together, until Matt says it’s time to drop Rory off at preschool.

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[annab-nana]

“Please get off the lake-the ice is too thin to skate on and I don’t want to have to jump in after you.” With the fruity four. God Eddie would be so scared and worried but you and Robin are just having so much fun🥺

eddie is a nervous nelly and i love it hahah

warnings: not proofread

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"does the ice look a little too thin to you guys?" eddie asked as you and robin laced up your skates.

"i don't think so," you told him honestly. was it the thickest ice you've ever laid eyes on? no, but it looked fine to you.

normally, steve would be the determiner of ice thickness, but in her haste to get out the door this morning, nancy only grabbed one of her skates. steve offered to drop robin with you and eddie while he took nancy back to her place to get her other ice skate. so it was just you, robin, and a very nervous eddie.

"are you not joining us?" robin questioned eddie once she took notice of how he wasn't changing out his boots for skates.

"nah," he responded, his breath visible as it exited his mouth, "i think i'll wait for steve and nancy to get back.

"suit yourself," robin stated. she stood and held her hand out to you. "let's go shred some ice."

"wait," eddie called, standing when you two neared the edge of the lake. "why don't we all wait for them to get back? then, we can all skate together."

robin rolled her eyes and shook her head while you spoke up. "eddie, we've been waiting all year for the weather to get like this so we could skate."

"and steve literally told me before he left to go ahead and start without him," robin added. "if you want to skate together, then come on and skate with us."

eddie's lack of movement told you both he was going to wait, so you made your way onto the lake.

about five minutes passed of you two having the time of your lives on the ice and of eddie sitting on the edge of the bench before he had had enough.

"y/n! robin!" your giggles of glee quietened at the sound of your names and you glided over to eddie. "please get off the lake. the ice is too thin to skate on and i don’t want to have to jump in after you, so please, for my sanity, get off the lake."

robin went to protest, but your hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"okay," you gave in, turning to robin who threw you an incredulous look. "we can wait until steve comes back. he'll feel better once he's got steve's approval and they should be back any minute now anyway."

"fine," robin replied with no enthusiasm at all.

"oh thank god," eddie breathed out, hugging you both once you were safely off the lake. robin pushed back a little bit while you let him hug you.

"sorry about her," you mumbled into eddie's ear when you pulled away.

"well, you know what you have to do now, munson?" robin proposed while you and eddie both waited to see where she was headed. "you have to entertain us, so go ahead. entertain."

eddie looked at you to which you shrugged. then, he let his eyes scan the area around you all.

"wanna make snow angels or build a snowman?" he inquired, looking between the two of you.

robin and you shared a look in your eye and you knew then that you were both choosing the same thing.

"snowman."

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Pip in Time comic ARCHIVE

An Owl House alternate universe fan comic focusing on the young wittebane brothers, 10 year old Phillip (Pip) and 16 year old Caleb, their backstory and time pool shenanigans landing them in the modern boiling isles, changing their futures.

Chronological (browser only):   Everything     Main comic only

Chapter 1: Charming Caleb

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Chapter 2: Bad Time for Pip

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Chapter 3: Hide and seeking

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Chapter 4: Luz Heart

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FAQ below

When do you post new pages?

Mondays in the afternoon currently, tho I’m liable to be late or miss an upload if life happens. I’ll try to post an announcement if i need to take a hiatus, but if the days change I’ll probably just update here.

Can you @ me when you release new pages?

YES! Let me know you wanna be added to the tag list through a reply or ask and I’ll do it. If i didn’t reply I probably didn’t see it yet. I’ll keep you on it unless you ask me to take you off. BUT keep in mind sometimes tumblr is bad with tags, if you haven’t seen anything in a week check in.

Will you have more Caleb/Evelyn in this comic after chapter 2?

Not really until much later in the comic no. Caleb is important all the way through but Evelyn gets pretty much cut. I may still make little supplemental comics with that that don’t fit into the main story line tho, all their stuff is tagged caleve.

Can I send you asks?

I’m not going to turn them off but i got kinda overrun and don’t even know how to approach getting through them all. You can send it but please don’t take it personally if i don’t respond.

Can I make an edit/dub/video out of your comic?

Uh, depends? Generally I love dubs and stuff where people get inspired to do something creative from my stuff but I’d really like to take it on a case by case basis so let me know what you have in mind and where you’d post it. You’re probably fine but please ask me first.

#toh pit au

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Horror Movies (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Y/N bumps into Eddie at Family Video. She’s unsure if his small talk is flirting or friendly banter. Maybe Steve or Robin can give her a hand?

Y/N notes: None

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“Hellooooo peopleeee!” Y/N sung as she entered Family Video. Robin was at the counter and Steve was organising one of the displays. They both turned when they heard their friend’s familiar voice.

“Y/N! You here to save us from dying of boredom?” Robin asked.

“Or are you just here to annoy us?” Steve added, walking over to them.

“Oh come on you love me really. How’s work?”

“Pretty slow.” Robin answered. “How’s your morning been?”

“Uh I slept in then my Mom asked me to pick up some things so I thought I’d come visit you guys and pick something out.” Y/N began walking towards the horror section.

“Something scary again?” Steve asked.

“Always.” Y/N began scanning her options as Steve and Robin went back to work. She could hear the other two people in the store trying to decide on something. The door opened again as another customer entered.

Y/N finally found something she liked and picked it up.

“Shit.” She heard someone say under their breath. She turned to her left to find Eddie Munson next to her. “You beat me to it L/N, looks like it’s the last one.”

“Eddie. Ah sorry bout that.” She turned to Robin and Steve by the counter. “You guys got another copy of this?” Robin had been watching their whole exchange and gave her a slightly concerned look.

“Uh Steve you wanna go check in the back?”

“Yeahhhh…” Steve replied slowly before walking away.

“I didn’t know you were into this stuff.” Eddie said with a smile.

“Oh yeah I’m a big horror fan. I’m guessing you are too?”

“Yeah big time.”

“Sorry I took the one you wanted.” Eddie put his hands up.

“It’s all good L/N.”

“You know you can call me Y/N? Right?” Y/N smiled. Eddie smiled back.

“Alright. Well Y/N, if there isn’t another copy, we could always watch it together?”

“Together?” Y/N repeated. She could tell from her reaction that he was nervous to say that. Y/N smiled wider to reassure him.

“Y-Yeah we could uh go to mine and-“

“You’re in luck Munson.” Steve said as he came back to the front. “We got one more.”

“Oh. Cool thanks.” Robin documented Eddie’s rental and walked to the exit. “I’ll see you guys around.”

He lingered looking at Y/N, an almost defeated look on his face before he left. The trio didn’t move for a moment until Robin spoke.

“Uh Y/N? Were you just flirting with Eddie Munson?”

“…no?” Y/N slowly answered, unsure herself.

“And was he trying to ask you out?”

“…maybe?” The three stood in silence again, trying to process what just happened. “Shit. Do I like Eddie?”

“You do usually pick the weird ones.” Steve commented.

“Oi! Should we start on your romantic endeavours Harrington?”

“Shutting up.”

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Piercing | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

WARNINGS: Switches from 3rd person to 1st person. Depending on how well this is written, it might make you feel what he's feeling. There's angst, but I don't want to put too many warnings. Don't wanna spoil this extremely short drabble.

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Nicholas Ross Master List | Proceed with caution. I love you 💜

He couldn't name it. Granted, Nicholas didn't know much about feelings. He knew the basics. Happy, sad, mad, and fearful. Chan was the first person to help him feel safe. The most common feeling for him was numbness. But this?

This was different. 

This feeling, emotion, whatever it's called, was unfamiliar. It was this nagging feeling, and he couldn't place it. He hadn't felt something this intense, ever. No, he did. Nicholas was overjoyed when he got to debut with his friends. But this?

This is on a different scale, a completely different hierarchy. 

This feeling caused other emotions he never thought of. It made him name feelings he's already had. Feelings he could never put a label on but now could with his newly gained freedom. Nicholas isn't sure if he likes this freedom. Then again. Was it truthfully freedom?

Nicholas couldn't leave the dorm. Not without drastic security, and even then, he still needed at least two members with them. He was scared. What if something happened while he wasn't there? Fear.

Who was he kidding? What would he do if something did happen? He knows nothing. Nicholas is just a boy. Doubt.

Someone, or something, was watching him. All the time. Even at home. He could feel them staring at him. Their eyes pierced his skull, his back, and occasionally his face. Only when he dared to look back. The feeling never stopped. That feeling he couldn't place. It kept looking with inhumanly wide eyes. He could see it in the distance.

Nicholas can't tell the others. No, what if something happened to them? What if they began to see what he could see? The feeling with long hair, wide eyes, and a gaping mouth. A mouth forever stuck in a silent scream. It was there. He could see it.

 It made him overanalyze. Maybe it's anxiety? An everlasting anxiety attack? No, it's not that. It doesn't like false names. It's closer. I can hear it's scream now. It's quiet, but what if it gets louder?

You don't believe him? 

He thought he could trust you. It's why he told you. You saw his abuse. You felt for him. You saw him almost lose the battle to his insecurities. Granted, you only saw what was said and how his members fixed it. But you were there!

He can't tell other people. They'll send him to a therapist. A psychiatrist. They'll take him to someone who will give me pills. Everyone will force me to take those pills because it's for the better.

Why don't you believe me? 

Why won't anyone believe me? It follows me, and I can't get away. I'm terrified. I'm intensely scared. There's a word for it. What is it? Tell me, please. Maybe if I call out its name, it will leave me alone.

It's eyes. They- It's here. It's watching me. It could be watching you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like this. I'll be quiet. Momma told me I scared people with this bullshit. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. 

You will stay, right?

I'm still me. I'm Nicholas Ross! The boy- The man you imagine. The person broken by his parents is slowly being built together again. You're helping me, right? 

You said you feel sad for me. You expressed my stories as comforting. I can tell you more. Just please don't leave me with it. 

Don't leave me with paranoia.

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Hyunjin: Age-Restricted (Part Two)

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader (ft the other skz members but minus jisung)

Genre/warnings: nanny!reader, boy next door/neighbor!hyunjin, virgin!reader,  very bold and flirty!hyunjin and painfully shy!reader, fluff, some humor, mentions of poop (i mean reader’s a nanny, this is a given), it reader gets a lil turned on in some parts but nothing happens, implied that reader is tall (again, only one of the few times i mention reader’s appearance), reader has anxiety and second guesses herself a lot lmao, minors dni!!!

Word count: 6,116

Summary: You think it’s luck when the new family you nanny for is so stupid rich that they rent you a fancy new apartment just so you can live closer to them. You think it’s luck when the guy across the hall is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and makes an effort to talk to you. But that’s just about where your luck runs out, because Hyunjin is more out of your league than you could ever imagine, and you’re just some hopeless virgin who never had good luck in the first place.

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You marched up the stairs of the house, knowing exactly where Seojoon was hiding. This kid was so easy, it almost seemed stupid that his parents would pay you as much as they were on top of paying for your apartment. Then again, they asked you to clean up the house when you could, so that was another task that made up for how much you made.

“Jesus, how big is this house?!” Minho gasped from your phone that you were holding at face-level. 

“Move your fat head, I wanna see,” Seungmin demanded before shoving the older boy’s head out of the way and poking his own head into frame.

“How can you even tell?” you asked. “I’ve just been showing my face.”

“I can see the background.”

“Hardly.”

“Yeah, because you’ve got a fat head, too,” Seungmin quipped with a wide grin like he was oh-so proud of himself.

You sharply shushed him, “I don’t need Seojoon picking that up and calling his parents fat heads when they get home.”

You walked down the hall, knowing exactly where you were going. Spending three weeks with the kid, you figured he’d at least keep you on your toes a little. A toddler would be more exciting, right? But not Seojoon – not that he was boring. But Seojoon had his patterns and he stuck to them. It made taking care of him easy, at least. And he liked you because you always seemed to know exactly what he wanted and when.

Finally, you made it to Seojoon’s room. You pushed open his door that was already left cracked, the light turned on. You held a finger to your lips, telling your friends to be quiet on the video call as a smile broke onto your face slowly. You got down on your knees by his bed and carefully wrapped your fingers around the bottom of his sheets that hung over his bed. And then you ripped them up, letting out a yell.

Seojoon, who hid underneath the bed, began squealing and giggling.

“C’mon, bud,” you told him after he’d calmed down, “let me check your butt.”

“That’s a sentence I’d be scared to hear,” Minho mumbled.

“Who’s that?” Seojoon asked.

“My friends,” you replied. “They missed me.”

“No, you’re my friend,” he corrected with a giggle.

You feigned a pout, “What, I don’t have any other friends?”

“No!” he continued to giggle at the same time your two friends deadpanned, “No.”

“Alright, enough from the peanut gallery,” you decided before ending your call with your friends. You turned your attention fully to Seojoon. “Did you go potty in your pull-ups?”

“Nope!” he grinned proudly.

You narrowed your eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Can I check?”

“...Noooo…”

You let out a sigh, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. C’mon, let’s change you.”

-

At least you were settling into habit. You were getting used to coming home to your new apartment, and becoming familiar with the people you’d occasionally pass in the lobby or on your floor – you especially liked the nice freckled boy who typically worked the front desk during the nights. The first time he’d seen you coming home from work, he stopped you.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” he asked with a deep voice that took you by surprise considering how young and…fluffy he looked. “I know pretty much everyone in the building.”

You nodded, “I’m in room 805.”

“Oh, the nanny!” he grinned, and you thought the way his face lit up was cute. “Yeah, that couple showed up to put down the first few months' rent, and they told us it was for their nanny. We kept making fun of them for how boujee they sounded. You’re kinda popular with the bellboys now.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You also got a pretty nice room – some good neighbors up there.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Well, I’m Felix if you ever need anything. I usually work nights, though, so don’t need anything during the day. Jerry sucks.”

Jerry did, in fact, suck, you learned quickly. You tried to greet him the morning after meeting Felix, only to be met with a grumble as he continued to stare down at his desk.

“_____!” Felix greeted you with a warm smile when you entered the lobby. “How was work?”

You made a face, holding up the garbage bag you held in your hand that only contained one thing: your sweatshirt. His eyebrows furrowed as he cocked his head to one side like a confused puppy, not understanding why you had a garbage bag in your hand with seemingly nothing in it.

“Blowout,” you stated.

“What?” he asked.

“A one-year-old shit so much it came out of his diaper and his clothes.”

His eyes widened as he let out a gasp, “What?”

“But I didn’t wear a shirt under my hoodie, so I had to text his mom and ask to borrow something from her closet,” you continued, annoyance in your tone. You weren’t necessarily mad at Hajoon – he was literally one, it wasn’t his fault – just at the situation. “Unfortunately, she only buys like, Gucci and shit, so.”

“That’s a bad thing?” he questioned.

“I cannot explain to you the anxiety I feel wearing her expensive clothing, like I could ruin it at any minute and get fired.”

He chuckled, “Well, lucky for you, we have in-house dry cleaning. Send it down when you get changed and I’ll have Jeongin get on it.”

“Thanks, Lix,” you sighed as you made your way to the elevator, praying that you would be the only one in it all the way up to the eighth floor.

-

“Okay,” you whisper to yourself before taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

Gucci shirt was being dry cleaned, you were out of your leggings that may or may not have also gotten poop on them – but what were you going to do, ask to borrow Mrs. Park’s pants, too? – and your makeup was taken off for the night. Now you just had to figure out what to do with your sweatshirt. Should you try to salvage it or should you throw it out?

Well, you’d already lost one sweatshirt to a blowout before, and you really didn’t want to lose another. Plus, this one was one of your cozier ones, so if you could wash the poop out, then you’d prefer that route than just tossing it. So you took your trash bag that you’d left by the door, and you opened the door to go to the laundry room.

Except there was something – or rather, someone – in front of your door with their fist up, ready to knock.

“Oh!” you both said in surprise at the same time.

“Sorry, _____” Hyunjin’s startled expression melted into a smile. His eyes drifted down to the white bag that you held in your fist, and his nose crinkled for a moment. “Taking out trash? Not a lot.”

“Uhhhhhh, yeah,” you decided to say, figuring trying to explain you were going to throw your poopy sweatshirt in the wash was not only going to make you seem disgusting, but was also not something that sounded great. How did you explain to someone that you got human feces on your clothes? 

Especially when you had a crush on them and wanted them to like you back.

Hyunjin stayed true to his word about being your friend. While you were too shy and intimidated to say anything to him at first, he always went out of his way to at least say hi when he saw you passing him by in the hall, or wish you a good day when he saw you leaving the lobby, or hold the door if he saw you going for the elevator he was in. And so you slowly started saying hi to him first, but that was really where your ‘friendship’ – if that – ended. So him knocking on your door was something that hadn’t happened since you moved in.

But at least you were getting more comfortable around him. Progress was progress, you supposed -- or at least, that’s what Chan always told you.

“So, what’s up?” you asked him.

“So, um…” he began slowly, eyebrows furrowing together but looking like he wanted to laugh at himself, “this might be a weird request, but like… Okay, you’ve colored your hair before, right?”

“Like, did it myself or just in general?”

“Yourself.”

“A couple times,” you shrugged. “It wasn’t good because I can’t see the back of my head, but, yeah.”

“No, that’s fine!” he said quickly as if he thought you’d change your mind. “I was just wondering if you’d maybe help me with bleaching my hair…?”

You had to reply quickly or he’d think you were weird, so you didn’t have the time to sit there and wonder why he would ask you and not literally anyone else. He had to have friends he could ask. Hell, you’d sooner call up Chan and have him drive his ass to your apartment to kill a spider than walk across the hall and whine to Hyunjin.

But also, who were you to question a perfectly good opportunity to not only be around Hyunjin and talk to him, but actually physically interact with him. Running your fingers through his hair? Yes please.

You shrugged and offered up a smile, trying to seem like you weren’t bubbling with nerves, “Yeah, sure!”

“Cool, we can do it at my place if you want,” he offered, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to his door he’d left slightly ajar. “I don’t want bleach getting on any of your stuff.”

Could Hyunjin hear your heart slamming against your chest? He was inviting you into his apartment? The last time you were alone with a boy that you had a crush on was when you still lived at home and went to your sister’s house for a cookout and you and one of her friends had to sit in the living room together because both of you were waiting for the bathroom. And you didn’t say a word to him, you just pretended to be on your phone the whole time. S to say you were nervous now was an understatement.

“Yeah, let me just…” you trailed off, realizing you didn’t actually know what to do with the sweatshirt, so you just kind of tossed it by the door before stepping out into the hall with Hyunjin.

“Smooth,” he chuckled before he led you across the hall to his apartment. 

You figured his place would be almost exactly like yours, but you quickly realized it was so much nicer. Everything was a perfect stark white that was a beautiful contrast to the jet black accents, which was similar to your apartment. However, his had an upstairs, the loft of which hung over part of the kitchen/living area. He had large art pieces hanging on the walls, making it seem like some rich big shot lived there — which he may have been for all you knew. 

“C’mon, we can use the bathroom upstairs,” he told you, leading you around the corner to the staircase. 

“You have an upstairs bathroom…?” you asked quietly, mostly to yourself as you followed him up the steps. 

“The apartments on the left side are a little more…more,” he explained, turning his head to talk to you over his shoulder.

“Oh…” was all you replied with.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he completely turned to you, continuing to walk backwards toward the destination, “I don’t really need this much space since it’s just me, but I have a lot of stuff, y’know? Plus, I felt like I had more freedom to decorate this like I wanted. I wanted it to feel more like…me, I guess.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” you shrugged. “I like my apartment, but it does seem kind of plain right now. I couldn’t take a lot of my stuff when I moved out of my mom’s because I had three other roommates in an apartment made for only three people, so when I moved here, I couldn’t really decorate a ton.”

He frowned slightly, “Why not go get your stuff from your mom’s?”

“I’d rather not,” you stated, making a slightly sour face.

Hyunjin chuckled with a nod, “Yeah, I feel that.”

Then he turned back around just in time to push open a door ahead of him at the end of the hall. 

Inside, the scent hit you and smelled intoxicating and expensive. It was warm and spicy but still smelled clean and fresh with a hint of vanilla. There was a large bed with silk black bedding, even more artwork, a t-shirt or two laying on the carpeted floor, and two large mirrors — a standing one opposite the bed, and one on the ceiling hanging above it. There was a dresser on either side of the room as well, that faced the bed. You assumed it was Hyunjin’s room. But you didn’t get to look around much because he walked by the end of the bed to another door on the same wall and opened that one. 

Through this door was a large bathroom that had a separate bathtub from the shower. It was a large clawfoot tub, with a spacious shower taking up the entire back of the bathroom, blocked off by frosted glass. His counter where the sink was took up most of the length of the wall, with the mirror being equally as big. 

“Your bathroom is massive,” you commented, hearing your own voice echo back to you.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I guess so. If you ever wanna come over to use it, just let me know.”

You definitely saw him toss you a wink over his shoulder, but for some reason, you chalked it up to some kind of twitch. Some of the dads you’d met had a weird habit of winking a couple times when they spoke to you, so maybe he was the same. Maybe it was just a…man thing. But still, you weren’t sure how to respond, even if it wasn’t intended as suggestive as your brain made it out to be, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit. You wanted to say something while he opened the plastic bag that sat on the counter, beginning to read the directions of how to mix the bleach, but everything you came up with was either boring, stupid, or just had absolutely nothing to do with anything.

“Do you know how to do this?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed as he looked over the large, unfolded piece of paper.

“Is it a 1:1 ratio or 1:2?” you asked, looking in his direction instead of pretending to continue to admire the bathroom.

“Uhhh…” he trailed off, seemingly unsure. Then he passed the paper to you. “I’ve never done this, I’ve always had it done.”

You took the paper and scanned it over. Ratio, processing time, yada-yada. Then you looked back over at Hyunjin, your eyes flickering to the counter and then back at him, “Do you have gloves?”

“Yup.”

Then your eyes drifted down toward his shirt, taking note of the grey Off White brand t-shirt he was wearing, eyebrows pulling together as you narrowed your eyes, looking back up at his face, “What about a shirt you don’t care about?”

Hyunjin looked down at his shirt, holding out the hem and taking a moment to look it over before looking back up at you, “What’s wrong with this?”

You opened your mouth, wanting to ask him if he was crazy. You wanted to ask him how goddamn rich he was that he’d bleach a shirt that was over $300. But instead you closed your mouth, not wanting to upset him when this was the first time you were hanging out with him.

“Nothing,” you told him. “How did you wanna do this…?”

He shrugged, “You can reach.”

“It’s still more convenient if you’re sitting and I can see your entire head.”

“I can kneel,” he said almost happily.

And before you could tell him how uncomfortable that would get, Hyunjin got down on both knees in front of you, resting on the plush bath mat that rested in front of the counter. He looked up at you, blinking with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and wide, innocent eyes.

But you wondered if he knew how badly your face heated up and how your heart thumped in your chest because he was on his knees and so close to your literal crotch that it made you want to pass out. Because as you felt yourself internally panicking, you were pretty sure Hyunjin’s smile was growing, reaching his eyes until they turned into crescent moons.

“Th-that’ll be like, really uncomfortable,” you told him, trying to keep your casual composure even though you wanted to explode. Your eyes were looking anywhere but down at him, because you just simply couldn’t hold eye contact with that man. But thankfully, it gave you an idea since your eyes were wandering and landed on the clawfoot tub. “You can sit in front of the tub on the floor, and I’ll sit on the edge.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a better idea,” he agreed with a smile that seemed…strange. It was like he already thought of it and was waiting for you to say something.

‘You’re going insane,’ you told yourself. ‘Fucking relax, idiot.’

Hyunjin stood and walked over to the tub, while you began mixing the bleach. He sat down on the edge, and you could feel his stare piercing your back – or maybe you were imagining it, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

Yup, definitely wishful thinking. Because when you turned back around, he was typing on his phone, dark hair hiding his face like a curtain.

But you also might’ve seen him look down at his phone at the right second.

Or you were gaslighting yourself into thinking you saw that because you wanted him to be staring.

‘Can you stop and get on with this already? He’s gonna think you’re crazy.’

“Ready?” you asked him to get his attention.

His head snapped up as he smiled, “Yup!”

You sat down on the edge of the tub, and Hyunjin sat down in front of your legs, back toward you. He immediately settled back against your knees, but this still wasn’t as convenient as you would’ve liked.

“Um,” you shifted your legs apart, “could you move back a little?”

“‘Course,” he replied, wiggling until he had moved back and was now sitting against the tub instead.

You prayed he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was beating in your chest at the way he intimately sat. Hell, you were praying that you didn’t like, smell funny or something. Of course, your brain always came up with the dumbest things to be self-conscious about, so you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your head and tried to focus on bleaching Hyunjin’s hair.

First, you combed through his hair with your fingers, wanting to get most of the possible tangles out. You heard Hyunjin hum softly, and your movements stuttered as you tried to not lose your shit. You felt tingling between your legs just at a fucking noise this dude made, and you were internally scolding yourself while also trying to get yourself to just fucking relax.

‘It’s just a hum. It wasn’t anything like, erotic. Chill, bitch.’

“This might be cold,” you warned as you got ready to put the bleach on his head.

All he did was hum in reply, but this hum was different, you told yourself. But it was true. This one was way more casual, and the other sounded relaxed and content, like maybe he liked the feeling of you playing with his hair…

‘Oh my god, stop it.’

You applied bleach to his dark hair for about a moment in silence, trying to steady your breathing and simply focus on just not melting the hair off of his head – though, maybe he’d look good bald…or like an egg.

“What kind of music do you listen to?” he wondered suddenly, and you could see over his shoulder that he was scrolling through Spotify on his phone. “I can play some music.”

“You pick,” you told him, eyes going back to your hands. “I’ll listen to anything.”

He sighed, and had he been facing you, you would’ve seen him roll his brown eyes, “Oh come on, every girl says that but they really won’t. There’s definitely things you don’t like.”

“Okay, um… Not a big classical fan, and I could never get on board with heavy metal.”

“Country?”

“Grew up with it, so I like the old stuff – except that one song. Fuck, it’s called uh… It’s by that Luke Bryan guy.”

“Ah, I know the one.”

“But don’t play it,” you told him before, for some god-forsaken reason, deciding to admit, “I will throw it back.”

Hyunjin let out a loud laugh, leaning forward away from you to turn around and look at you, “Seriously?”

You nodded, laughing along with him, “It’s just one of those songs. One of my old roommates used to get me drunk and then play it really loud in the kitchen. We got a lot of noise complaints.”

“Sounds worth it,” he was still chuckling as he went back to his original position. “So no Country Girl, got it. How do we feel about a throwback playlist?”

You shrugged, going back to work on his hair, “Sounds good.”

-

It didn’t take you too terribly long to coat his entire head in bleach. Then you put a cap on it and told him to sit for no more than 30 minutes.

“I’ll probably need some help toning it,” he said as he washed out the bowl and brush you used for bleach. “You mind sticking around?”

You shrugged, “I’ve got no plans tonight.”

He turned to look at you, placing the bowl and brush on the counter and flashing you a smile, “Well, now you do. Wanna start a movie or something?”

“What kind of movie?”

“You can pick whatever your heart desires.”

So you picked the movie. It was one you’d already seen already, and you were sure there were no scenes in it that would make anything awkward. But the problem was the sitting situation. You didn’t want to sit all the way on the other end of his couch because that seemed kind of rude. But you didn’t want to sit too close and be creepy. So you eventually just plopped down very un-gracefully about an arms length away from him, grabbing a throw pillow to hug tightly to your midsection before leaning back into the couch.

Thankfully, you were able to get absorbed into the movie mostly. It took a few minutes, but your mind eventually shut off and stopped worrying, and your thoughts were focused on the movie. It was a nice rest of not being hyper aware of only Hyunjin.

Well, until he shifted. He moved to cross one leg over the other, and threw his right arm across the back of the couch, his hand landing by your head.

Back to being hyper aware of only Hyunjin.

You tried not to make it too obvious that you were trying to steal a glance at him, but when you did finally turn your head ever so slightly to look at him, he was facing toward the TV, eyes focused – as far as you could tell, anyway. Maybe he was bored, you didn’t know.

Suddenly, Hyunjin turned his head ever so slightly to the right, side-eyeing you without changing his expression. You quickly averted your gaze, finding the TV in a split second, praying and hoping he didn’t notice you staring.

But what you didn’t notice was him silently smiling to himself and looking back at the TV.

-

You wondered if Hyunjin knew how to do anything. He asked you to bleach his hair, which was fine. But then he asked you to rinse the bleach out for him in the sink. Maybe he didn’t want to go lock himself in the bathroom to shower, leaving you alone in his apartment. But still, why couldn’t he just rinse it out himself in the sink?

Still, you did it. You weren’t complaining, you were just fighting the nerves and anxiety and butterflies. 

Then you had to help him tone his hair, and again, rinse it. Then he asked you to grab his conditioner, so you conditioned Hyunjin’s bleached-blonde hair. You were pretty sure creepy men on TV shows when you were younger used to fantasize about being able to wash and condition pretty girls’ hair, so hey, you were living somebody’s dream. That was a win.

Hyunjin’s neck was still bent over the sink as he towel-dried his hair, scrunching it to get the water before messing it up with the towel. 

“I hope you think it looks okay,” you let out a small, nervous laugh.

“Eh, it’ll look fine,” he said as he moved the towel to toss his head backwards, moving his hair from his eyes. “Can’t look worse than it has before.”

“What was the worst?” you wondered, still watching him from his right side as you both stood at the bathroom counter.

He continued to scrunch the ends of his hair, trying to get all of the water droplets that were falling, looking in the mirror at himself and his hair rather than at you, “I tried to go bright red and missed a big patch of roots at the back of my head.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you paused, trying to make sense of his story, “...But I thought you’d never dyed your hair before.”

That was when he finally looked at you, a smile on his lips that you’d give to your slow friend who finally got the joke and you wanted to pat them on the shoulder and make them feel like they weren’t stupid.

“I lied,” he admitted.

And that was when your heart dropped, but in a way you didn’t really expect. Because your mind immediately went to, ‘he’s a murderer!’

He must’ve seen the way your eyes widened – you really needed to learn how to control your facial expressions – and the way you eyed him, because he let out a laugh that sounded like your new favorite sound in the world. It just sounded so…happy and amused. Like, happier than you’d heard him sound before – not that you’ve really heard him actually laugh much.

“No, it’s nothing bad,” he explained. “I just– How else am I supposed to get a pretty girl to come to my apartment and play with my hair?”

You wanted to combust – maybe you were going to. Your face was rapidly heating up, and you weren’t really sure what your expression was doing but you were biting back a smile unsuccessfully, deciding to simply hide your face in both hands. You could hear Hyunjin laughing the same way he had just a moment ago, and then you felt warmth on your shoulders, his hands placed on them as he dipped his head to try and see some part of your burning face.

“Aw, don’t be so shy, _____!” he teased “I told you I think you’re pretty so now you’re going to hide from me? That’s not fair!”

You whined into your hands, the noise coming out muffled but still making Hyunjin continue that beautiful laugh as he smoothed your hair back that had fallen in front of your hands that still covered your face. 

“You’re...really...bold…” you said very un-boldly into your hands.

“Only because I’m pretty sure I know where you stand with me,” he chuckled.

Another loud whine that only made Hyunjin wrap his arms around you, holding you to him. God, you wanted to die then and there. Did he not realize this was making your butterflies worse?

“How?!”

He shrugged, “I’ve gotten pretty good at reading people over the years.”

“‘Over the years’? You’re talking like you’re some old man; you’re like, my age!”

You felt him move slightly away from you, keeping one arm around your waist while the one that rubbed your back moved away. You felt him trying to get between your arms and your chin to put his hand there, trying to guide your head up.

“Will you look at me already?” he asked in a murmur, his playful tone now so soft and almost gravely. It was a contrast, that was for sure, and it made you feel…a lot.

What made you feel even more was how he looked at you. His brown eyes bore into yours, faces inches apart. You could almost feel his breath fanning against your lips as you stared back and tried to control yourself internally. But you knew what was coming, and you knew what would happen after that.

As much as you wanted Hyunjin to kiss you like you were pretty sure he was going to, you knew what always happened. You knew it would be a lot – not just for you, but probably him – and that it would be very, very embarrassing. You also knew that it would probably effectively scare Hyunjin away, which you didn’t want.

But you also couldn’t find it in yourself to say no. You’d never been good at doing that, always wanting to be a people pleaser. You were never one to stick up for yourself or much of anything, really. So when Hyunjin leaned in ever so slightly, eyes flicking to your lips and then back to your eyes, you just tried to tell yourself to relax and absolutely not panic. But with the anxiety warming the pit of your stomach, and the way your hands trembled against his shoulders, you already knew that it was going to be a rough start, anyway.

Buzz.

A soft vibration against your thigh made you jump, but it didn’t seem to phase Hyunjin at all. He continued to hold your chin gently in his hand, keeping your gaze locked.

Buzz.

Someone was definitely calling you.

Hyunjin broke into a smirk, “You might want to get that.”

He dropped his hand and went back to drying his hair like nothing had happened, leaving you frozen for a second as you stared at the space Hyunjin used to be in front of you. You tried to get your heart to calm down and the feeling in your stomach to subside. But you also probably looked like a moron still just standing there, so you finally slid a hand into the pocket of your biker shorts to retrieve your phone.

Chan.

“Hey,” you answered the phone in a breath.

“Hey, I– Are you okay?” he asked. “You sound stressed.”

You glanced at Hyunjin, but he either couldn’t actually hear your friend on the phone, or he wasn’t showing that he could.

“I-I’m okay,” you replied, though you were not. You still felt nervous and shaky, like you’d just gotten off of a rollercoaster. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to play some Smash with me,” he said cheerily. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to really talk to you and I miss you.”

“Um, y-yeah, we can play. Just let me finish something real quick and I’ll call you back.”

“Awesome, I’ll see you in a bit!”

You hung up and put your phone back in your pocket.

“Roommates?” he guessed.

He definitely could hear.

“Yea–” you paused, thinking of something suddenly. “How did you know I’m not with someone? That could’ve been my boyfriend for all you know.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before turning to face you, “Well, if my girlfriend stared at some guy the entire time they were watching a movie, I’d be pretty pissed.”

Well, that effectively shut you up. All you could do was stand there and look at him, then down at the ground, then at the open bathroom door.

You looked back at Hyunjin and announced very bluntly but still quietly, “I have to go.”

“I figured,” he chuckled with a nod. “I’ll walk you out.”

So he did. He walked you all the way to the front door of your apartment, waiting for you to unlock the door. And then you turned back to face him, only to see him leaning against your doorframe with a casual smirk on his face that made that frenzy begin inside you again.

You wanted him to kiss you so bad, but you didn’t want to deal with the consequences or the aftermath.

“So will you actually reach out to me this time?” he asked, quirking a brow.

‘Well now that I know you think I’m pretty, maybe I will.’

“Maybe I will,” you smirked right back at him.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he winked before backing up. “Have fun with your friend.”

“Goodnight, Hyunjin.”

“Goodnight, _____.”

You closed the door and let yourself settle on cloud 9 for a moment. The hot neighbor thought you were pretty and openly hit on you. You might just have a shot despite what you thought.

‘But,’ you reminded yourself, ‘just because he thinks you’re pretty doesn’t mean he wants anything more than sex.’

Which was the harsh reality of ‘dating’ as an adult. Sex was nothing to a lot of people. Sex was something you did just once with someone or even on the first date with someone you were interested in being with. And it wasn’t that sex really meant much to you, it was just…you weren’t comfortable with it yet. And you were scared of having to explain that to Hyunjin because what if that was all he wanted? What if he thought you were a baby for still being a virgin? What if this, what if that? 

Your phone vibrating in your pocket pulled you from your panic.

Christopher 🦘🧡: Reminder that we’re playing together

Christopher 🦘🧡: I assume you’re still easily forgetful lol

You were. Some things just unfortunately never change, and your memory was one of two things that you were feeling hopeless about changing anytime soon.

-

“You seriously bleached your hair?” Changbin sighed. “Why?”

Hyunjin shrugged, holding his phone at an angle so his friend could see him on their video call. He was honestly wishing he didn’t even answer Changbin’s call since he clearly was judging his choices, but he needed to tell someone about how he was feeling, and Changbin was basically his only friend, “I needed an excuse to have _____ hang out with me, and she seems too shy to go for me outright asking her to watch a movie randomly or something.”

“Is that the girl who moved in across the hall?” Changbin asked before shaking his head and closing his eyes. “Seriously dude, what’s gotten into you? You hardly know this girl and you’re bleaching your hair just to talk to her.”

Hyunjin’s cheeks were beginning to turn pink as he narrowed his eyes at his phone, “Alright, hear me out, okay?”

“‘She’s different, I can sense it’, I know. You’ve said it like, 15 times since you’ve met her.”

“Well it’s true! And you know I’ve never been wrong about my reads on people.”

Even though he knew the younger man was right, Changbin still sighed again, rolling his eyes, “Just because she hardly speaks to you doesn’t mean she’s ‘different’.”

“Well she clearly doesn’t know who I am, and she’s also just so… I don’t know, she’s not really like what I’m used to. She keeps to herself, she’s not bold or outright – I like it. So sue me for trying to pursue this.”

What, was he just supposed to ignore the cute, shy girl across the hall when he could try to, at the very least, make another friend that wasn’t the bellhops who worked nights?

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t go after her if you want to, I’m just saying it seems like a lot to fry your hair over a girl you’ve hardly spoken to the last month.”

“Well, jokes on you, because I made a move,” Hyunjin sang, sticking his tongue out at his friend, “and she liked it. So we’ll be talking a lot more…I hope…”

Changbin chuckled, “I am happy for you, man. Let me know how things go.”

“You’re always the first to know.”

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Little Kipps (part two)

The date.

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Warnings: swearing, implied self-dislike

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Lockwood was shitting himself.

Not literally, of course, but he might as well be.

Today he was going on a date, with Y/n Kipps, and he had no idea what to do. She was so effortlessly gorgeous and wonderful and everything else, and he was... well, him. He still wasn't sure how he'd managed to get her to agree to a date with him, and he had no idea why she was interested in him, but he wasn't going to let her go now that he had a chance.

A knock on his bedroom door startled him, and he heard Lucy's voice from the other side. "Lockwood? You alright? She'll be here in a minute."

"Yeah, I'm alright," he replied, feeling anything but. He shrugged on his jacket and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.

"You sure? 'Cause you look like shit," Lucy said, eyebrows raised. George appeared, minus his trousers, and promptly agreed with her.

"You sure you wanna go in that? You wear a suit every day, Lockwood."

"It's this or hoodies and comfy trousers, so yes, I'm sure."

"Nope. Come on," Lucy grabbed his arm, dragging him back into his room, then asked where he kept his clothes that weren't suits. Pointing to the chest of drawers, Lockwood sighed.

"She's going to turn up and I won't be dressed, Luce." He yelped as she chucked some clothes his way, barely registering them in time before they hit his face.

"Put these on, then come downstairs. If she turns up, I'll say you're taking a huge shit."

"No, please don't do that," he said, panic lacing his tone. "I'm begging you, Lucy, don't do that."

"Alright, but get changing, Lockwood. I'm giving you five minutes to be ready before I send George in." With that, she left, closing the door behind her and leaving Lockwood stood in the middle of his room with his arms full of clothes.

~~~

Y/n was running late, and it was all because she couldn't figure out what to wear. Normally she didn't have a problem with it, but for some reason today had been difficult for deciding which clothes would look best. She'd lied to her brother, of course, saying she was meeting up with some friends (conveniently not mentioning who the friends were), and he'd left her alone after that. She was grateful; it meant he didn't have to escort her to Portland Row, where he would definitely figure out that something was up.

She'd settled on jeans and a nice top, jacket slung over to protect her from the chill, and now she was pushing out of the taxi, handing over the money hurriedly as she checked her watch. Accepting the change, she thanked the driver and closed the door, running up the front steps of number 35. Immediately the door swung open, revealing a widely grinning Lucy Carlyle.

"Hi! Try not to look too closely at George, and Lockwood's just changing!"

"Why shouldn't I look too closely at George?"

"It's before 11 so he doesn't have trousers on," she chirped, opening the door further to invite Y/n in. "I told him to hide in his room so he didn't scar you for life, but I think he's making tea, so be careful."

"Who's scarring people for life?" George said, making Y/n avert her eyes quickly. He really wasn't wearing trousers, and his top was far too short for him to be wearing normal sized boxers either. "Oh, me. I keep telling you, Lucy, it's much more freeing like this. I sleep so much better. Hi Y/n."

"Hi, Georgie. How are you?" She was still studying the walls, trying desperately not to look at the boy in front of her.

"I'm good, thanks, you?" How was he able to hold a conversation like this?

"Yeah, yep. All good. Oh, did you have time to read my research before your case the other night?" George nodded, pausing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, it really helped us, actually. Especially that bit about the murder, although how you found that I would love to know, because I was sure there was something dodgy about that owner back in 1860 but I couldn't find anything. Tell me all your secrets, Y/n."

"Nope. I like having my secrets, then I know you'll still talk to me," she joked.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you know I'd still talk to you even if you weren't useful!"

"I know," she replied, glad that the research she'd done had helped the agents, and that she had friends she could rely on here.

George smiled, waving goodbye, then made his way upstairs, and Y/n turned around when he got high enough up that she could see under his shirt. That image would be burned into her brain for a long time.

Another door opened then, up on the mini landing, and Y/n's breath caught when she saw Lockwood step out, black jeans and white top paired with a comfy looking hoody, bright pink socks poking out from the bottom of his trousers. "Oh, you're here!" His cheeks went almost the same colour as his socks as he came down the stairs, hands stuffed into his hoody pockets, and Y/n didn't think anything could be more adorable. "I'll just put my shoes on and then we can go," he smiled, and Y/n found herself smiling back. Lucy had slipped away at some point between George going upstairs and Lockwood coming down, and now it was just Y/n and Lockwood standing in the hallway together. He put on his long coat, then pulled open the front door, allowing Y/n to step through first. They headed down the steps and out the gate, and both were silent, stealing glances at the other every now and then.

"Where are we going?"

"Cafe I found a few years ago. There's a little bookshop in the corner too," Lockwood replied. They didn't talk for a few more minutes, and Y/n was wondering if there was something wrong with her and whether he actually wanted to go out with her.

Lockwood was having the same thoughts about himself, thinking that he was the one that was undateable, letting his arms swing gently by his sides while he thought. He gasped slightly when he felt his hand brush up against Y/n's, and took a leap. Reaching over slightly, he intertwined their fingers, relishing in the warmth he felt when she tightened her hold on him.

"Is this okay?" he asked quietly, looking over at her, a slight blush coming up his neck.

"Yeah, this is okay. I was starting to think there was something wrong with me, 'cause you weren't talking," she said, and Lockwood was taken aback.

"Something wrong with you? But you're... you're you! You're beautiful, and funny, and kind, and amazing, and beautiful- wait, I said that already, didn't I?" At her nod he continued. "Well, it's true, so I might as well say it twice. How could you ever think that there was something wrong with you? I thought I was the problem!"

"What?" She stared at him, shocked by the admission, then laughed, pausing on the pavement to clutch her sides as she did so. "We're ridiculous, aren't we? Can we agree that we're both wonderful and all the rest of it and actually talk?" She got shy at the end, unsure how he would react, so he clutched her hand tighter and nodded, smiling widely.

"Absolutely. And I do genuinely really like you, Y/n."

"I really like you too, Lockwood."

"Anthony." His mind hadn't caught up to his mouth by the time his first name had been spoken, and it took him a moment to register that he'd just invited her to call him by his first name.

"What?"

"Anthony. I'd rather... I'd rather you called me Anthony, not Lockwood. Everybody calls me Lockwood because I prefer that, but I want you to use Anthony." He'd gone bright red at the confession, but at Y/n's wide smile he felt more at ease.

"Okay, sure."

They had reached the cafe now, and he once again held the door open for her, following behind. Ordering their drinks and food at the counter, Lockwood told Y/n to find a table for the two of them, promising to bring their order over when it was ready.

"I can carry everything, I promise! That's what the trays are for!"

"Fine, but you let me know if you need help, alright?" He nodded, having no intention of actually doing that.

A few minutes later, he navigated his way to the back of the room, where predictably Y/n had picked a table close to the bookshelves and was browsing the titles. He placed the tray down, careful not to spill anything, smiling at the concentration on her face.

"Oh, hi!" She turned around on hearing his approach, and instantly was smiling at the sight of him, making his heart beat faster.

They spent the next two hours in the little cafe, talking about their childhoods and life as agents (George had been right, she was freelance), discussing jobs of all kinds and also their favourite things, such as books, music, plays, and the like. Lockwood was thoroughly enjoying himself, and he was sure that Y/n was too.

By the time they came to leave (which only happened because they were being kicked out), Y/n was wondering how she could convince Lockwood Anthony to continue their date, but before she could open her mouth to ask, he was talking.

"I've really enjoyed spending time with you, and if you like I could put the kettle on at home? Unless you're bored of tea because we just spent a couple of hours drinking multiple cups, in which case I can pop round Arif's to get something else if you want? Or-"

"Anthony, stop talking! Tea would be lovely, thank you," Y/n interrupted, laughing slightly at his rambling and pink ears.

"Okay. I'll uh... I'll put the tea on- wait, no, I'll put the kettle on," he flushed even more red at the tiny mistake, pushing open the iron gate at the front of his house. Y/n hadn't even noticed that they were back at his place, having had too much fun talking to him on the way back and being wrapped up in his presence. She giggled, blushing herself when he stared at her, a soft smile on his face.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "You're just really pretty." Y/n blushed again.

"Oh. You're really pretty too, Anthony."

"Do I get a second date?"

"Absolutely. I'll let you have a third too if you like."

"How about a relationship?" Y/n beamed.

"I think I can accept that."

"Can I kiss you?" The question shocked her, but she nodded anyway, smile somehow growing wider on her face as she moved closer to him on the front step (not that there was much distance between them in the first place). He looked as nervous as she felt, leaning in and bringing a hand up to cup her cheek as he pressed his lips to hers. She had to push up on her toes a little to not be straining her neck, and his other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady as he kissed her slowly and softly, exploring her lips with his. They kept going for a few minutes, pulling away every few seconds to get some air before diving back in, but when a voice loudly exclaimed "What the fuck?!" they quickly leapt apart, lips puffy and cheeks red.

"Shit," the couple swore under their breaths.

Quill Kipps was fuming.

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lockwood netflix #lockwood & co

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How to Grow Up

A guide on how to grow up. It was originally posted by @/friendliness but half the links were broken. So I took what links weren't broken and added other links and more things to know.

This is USA based resources

Personal

Reasons to Stay Alive – A Tumblr post of 116 reasons to stay alive by @/friendliness.

How to Get Better At Asking for Help – Website is Harvard Business Review. The article is “5 Ways to Get Better At Asking for Help” by Wayne Baker.

What to do if you Can’t Afford Therapy – Website is Psych Central and the article is by Steven Rowe.

How to Quit Smoking – “The 22 Best Ways to Quit Smoking” by Debra L. Gordon and David L. Katz M.D. from the Healthy Digest.

How to Legally Change your Name – Website is Forbes.

Wanna Learn Something New? – A Tumblr post made by @/hamletthedane with various new things to try from language learning to ballet.

Free Harvard Courses – Harvard University’s free online courses.

Getting a New Computer? – A quick and dirty comprehensive guide by WIRED on what to look for.

How to Sew – Website is Autodesk Indestructibles. The article is “How to Sew” by Jessyratfink. Having a small sewing kit (that you can pick up from nearly any craft store) is super handy and has saved my life and clothes.

What to Look For in Clothes – A YouTube video by Alyssa Beltempo titled “How to Identify High Quality vs. Poor Quality Clothing | Slow Fashion”. Here’s a WikiHow [x] if a YouTube video isn’t your style.

Home

What’s a mortgage? – Website is realtor.com and the page is called “What is a Mortgage? Home Loan Basics Explained” by Cathie Ericson.

First Apartment Checklist – A checklist PDF. Here’s another link to a Tumblr checklist [x] 

What to Ask Landlords Before Renting? – “25 Questions To Ask a Landlord When Renting a Home” by Morgen Henderson.

What’s Renter’s Insurance? – Website is Forbes Advisor. The article is by Jason Metz and titled “How to Get Renters Insurance”.

Plant Care – A master list of how to care for plants made by @/difficults

Job

Time Management – Website is Entrepenuer and has 10 time management tips. One I personally recommend is keeping a physical calendar book on hand. I keep mine in my bag with a designated pen.

Finding the right job – Website is The Muse and it has 13 free career assessment tests.

Make a resume – Website is Resume Now. Many hirers look at your name, the middle of the page (where your experience list is) and skim the rest.

Job Interview Tips – Website is Linkedin. The article is titled “10 Job Interview Tips to Land The Career of Your Dreams” by Caren Merrick.

How to Write a Cover Letter – Website is The Writing Center. University of Winsconsin, Madison. It’s titled “Writing Cover Letters” and I can’t find the author.

Money

Couponing! – Website is Coupon Database :: Southern Savers. It has a list of mobile apps for coupons to places.

Call 211 for Help – the website leads to 211.org. It's anonymous and can help you get connected to food programs, paying bills and things like doctor appointments. Here’s a Tumblr post about it [x] by @/poessionisamyth

Groceries! – This is a Tumblr meme post, but scrolling through tags/reblogs/replies and there’s plenty of good tips. The post is by @/charlotten

What To Do if You Can’t Pay Your Bills – Website is Nolo. The article is “When You Can’t Pay Your Bills: Thiings To Know” that was updated by Amy Loftsgordon. 

Are You Paying Too Much for Your Phone Bill? – An article by Beht Beverman titled “How Much is Too Much to Pay for a Cell Phone Bill?”.

54 Ways to Save Money – Website is America Saves.

How to Do Taxes – Website is Wiki-How.

The 70/20/10 Method – Website is Business Insider. The Article is “A Beginners Guide to the 70-20–10 Budgeting Method” by Paul Kim.

Side Hustle Ideas – Website is Forbes. “30 Side Hustle Ideas To Make Extra Money In 2024” by Krista Fabregas.

Emergency

Your Rights When a Cop Pulls you Over – Website is Business Insider. Cops are allowed to lie to you, and they will, so be careful.

Hotline List – The website is DoSomething.org. Depression/Suicide, domestic abuse, child abuse and runaway/homeless/and at-risk youth hotlines.

What to Keep in Your Car – Website is MentalFloss. I live in a snowy area that gets blizzards and bad ice. I keep blankets, water and other aids in my car as well as a knife and road flare. I also own a self jumping car battery and it has saved my ass more than once. Heimlich Maneuver – A one minute video by the Mayo Clinic.

The Heimlich Maneuver on Yourself – A one minute video by The List Show TV.

What to Keep in Your Wallet – Website is PureWow. The article is by Rachel Bowie. Keep your drivers license, medical insurance card, and an emergency contact in your card. If you have a pet home alone make sure that you have a card detailing this. Free printable one here [x]

Traveling

Packing List – Website is Smarter Travel.

Traveling with Little to No Money – Website is Nomadic Matt.

How to Pack a Suitcase – Website is Real Simple. The article is by Thersa O’Rourke.

How to Apply for a Passport – Website is WikkiHow.

Making a Travel Budget – Website is Travel Made Simple. “How to Make a Travel Budget” by Ali Garland

#how to grow up #list #housing #living on your own #insurance #traveling #may update more and refine over time

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Good to You (18+ Fic) (1/?)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag everything appropriately, so please use your own discretion when clicking on my work... Anways, thank you for the love, always. And as always, if you happen to see this, do let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from my tag list. Enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): Rhea Ripley/Fem Reader

Summary: Reader’s period is looming and she’s going through it. Rhea takes it upon herself to give Reader some much-needed relief.

Tags: 18+, fluff, breast worship, nipple play, massage, oral fixation, body image issues (for a second), plus size reader, pms, vagina fingering, a smidge of praise kink, domme/sub undertones.

Word Count: 1,649

“Are you feeling okay, babe?” Rhea asked as I shifted around on the sofa and pulled my t-shirt away from chest for what felt like the 100th time.

I debated on lying but I knew Rhea wouldn’t buy it. I wasn’t exactly being subtle anyway.

“Noo…” I replied pitifully and I plopped my forehead onto Rhea’s shoulder.

“I feel like a whale and my ugly, saggy tits feel like they’re stapled to my chest! And don’t even get me started on my nipples. They’re so fucking sore. It hurts so bad and my period’s not even here yet.” I whined, sighing softly as Rhea turned her head to kiss the crown of mine.

“First of all, don’t talk shit yourself that way. Second of all, I have something that might help.” Rhea replied.

And she snaked her arm around my waist and rubbed my side in soothing motions.

“Rubbing warm oils on them can help. I can warm some up and give you a massage if you want.” she offered.

I scoffed, side eyeing her playfully.

“You’d just use any excuse to get your hands on my tits, uh?” I giggled even as I considered the offer.

I could’ve put a bra on to hold up my boobs and take the weight off my back. But they were so achy and sensitive that just my T-shirt alone felt uncomfortable as hell.

I giggled again as Rhea patted her lap, urging me to straddle her with a matching playful smirk on her face.

“I won’t confirm nor deny that accusation.” She murmured, making me sigh contently as my bones immediately turned to jelly as her hands slipped inside my shirt and rubbed my sore back.

Her lips left soft kisses along my neck and towards my lips and our tongues immediately danced in lazy, languid strokes.

“But I really wanna help.” She whispered when we took a second to breathe.

Her hands stayed inside my t-shirt as they moved toward my bare breasts underneath it, squeezing and lifting the tender flesh with just the right amount of pressure that brought some temporary relief.

“Okay…” I breathed out against Rhea’s lips, sharing a soft smile with her before she once again squeezed my sore breasts and then she just let her fingers run over the underside of them and over, steering clear of my pained nipples.

Part of me wanted her fingers to make contact with the sensitive peaks and I let her know by arching my chest into her touch, beginning to pant heavily as I began to feel my panties getting damp and her touch sent pleasant zings down to my clit.

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One second, we were on the couch and the next, I was being carried upstairs to our bedroom and I was told to wait in bed while Rhea went back downstairs to warm up some coconut oil.

When she got back to our room, I was instructed to remove all my clothes and I shivered as the cold A/C hit my warm skin.

“On your back or do you wanna sit up and rest against me?” Rhea asked, to which I chose to have her sit on the bed first, her back against the headboard and then I settled in between her legs, my back against her now topless front.

I sighed in contentment for what like the millionth time as soon as we were situated in bed, warm skin against warm skin and I rested against Rhea’s chest comfortably, eyes shut.

Rhea’s teeth playfully tugged on my earlobe, and I couldn’t help but angle my neck towards her, urging her lips and giving them easier access to travel towards the most sensitive areas.

Once coated with enough coconut oil, Rhea hands continued their tantalizing strokes on my ample breasts, first rubbing the skin from my collarbone, down over my breasts and then on the undersides of them.

Her fingers grazed over my hard and sensitive nipples, the soft pads of her fingers feeling 10 times more delicious than the rough t-shirt had felt.

I gasped at the feeling, my eyes shutting tighter for a moment as I arched into her touch.

Mewling sounds hit my ear and for a moment I didn’t realize they were coming out of my own mouth until Rhea chuckled softly against my ear.

My mewling sounds came out shaky as the tip of her tongue then trailed along my neck and back up to my ear and back to my neck and she sucked on the sensitive skin, surely leaving hickeys behind.

“Does it hurt, baby?” Rhea cooed mockingly, drawing out her voice on the pet name and chuckling again as I let out another mewl in response and shook my head.

Though my eyes were shut, and my head was lolled back against her shoulder in pleasure, I could hear the devilish glee in Rhea’s voice.

“No…” I replied softly, my breath stuttering as Rhea’s hands dipped back into the bowl on the bedside table and came back onto my skin.

This time she let her slick fingers linger on my nipples, her nails running over them before she pinched the tips of the hardened pebbles lightly, teasing the sore skin.

The pleasurable pain bit deliciously right down to my toes and it ripped a groan from my throat, and I released a whimpered “Rhea.”

“What, baby? Does that feel good? You like how my hands feel on your beautiful tits, hm?” she cooed again in a taunting tone.

“Fuck..! Mm! I don’t-.” I stuttered as my words broke off into a needy moan, feeling the sting of pain settle into something much more pleasurable with every stroke of her hands, until there was no stinging pain at all.

Just Rhea’s hands rubbing up and down and underneath and back again.

Then she paused her rubbing motions and cupped my breasts, bouncing them gently before she resumed her strokes.

“Pinch my nipples some more. Please.” I asked, cursing again as she did as I asked, this time a little firmer and harder.

Dipping her hands into the oil again she continued to do as I asked- begged more like- pinching and squeezing and then easing back into wide and circular strokes.

My legs parted on their own accord, exposing my glistening pussy that begged her hands to pay it some attention.

Rhea laughed at the very pointed action.

“Aww, is there something you want, sweetheart?” she asked, one of her oil-slicked hands snaking up my torso and coming to wrap itself around my throat, making my head even more dizzy.

In favor of a verbal answer, I nodded eagerly, grabbing her other hand and bringing it between my legs.

Normally in our bedroom dynamic, I would be chastised for rushing things along.

But not this time.

This time, Rhea just went along with it.

The only time her hand left my throat was to bat my hand away when I reached up to rub my own breasts and tugged on my nipples.

“Play with your pussy. Let's make you cum. Hm?” Rhea murmured.

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

The oil on Rhea’s left hand and the wetness between my legs made her fingers glide over my pussy, instantly making my body clench and release as she rubbed my clit in tight circles.

I let another shuddery moan as I reached between my legs and made my middle finger tease over my entrance where I was most sensitive before I slowly slid my finger inside.

I slowly thrusted my finger, gasping in pleasure as the pad of my finger touched my sweet spot.

“There it is. There we go. Keep going, baby. Good fucking girl. You sound so fucking beautiful- keep moaning all pretty like that for me…” Rhea encouraged me as my moans of pleasure picked up speed and pitch, knowing the exact moment I made contact with sweet spot.

She vigorously sucked more love bites along my neck as she continued to rub my clit while I focused on rubbing my finger over that sweet spot that was beginning to make rainbows of color appear behind my eyelids.

Together, Rhea and I worked in earnest until I was wet enough to fit another finger inside and it didn’t take much before I was falling apart at the seams, those mewling sounds from earlier singing from my mouth again.

Rhea moaned along with me, as if my pleasure alone was enough to satisfy her.

But I wasn’t about to leave her hanging.

I was so wound up that despite that mind-numbing orgasm, I wasn’t altogether satiated just yet.

“Lemme take care of you now.” I said after a beat of silence, where I worked to catch my breath as she continued to suck on my neck, this time in lazier motions as if she was just enjoying herself by littering my neck with hickeys.

Her mouth sucked and sucked, and her teeth nipped on my neck, her tongue swirling over a vein before she began planting soft kisses against it to soothe the sting of her teeth.

“I don’t think I’ll last very long, sweetheart. That was fucking hot.” Rhea chuckled and I mirrored the sound, tilting my head to face her and to press my lips against hers.

“Hm. That’s okay, babe.” I giggled, licking my lips in anticipation.

“I’ll just have to do it again. And again. And again. And-“ more of my giggles were muffled as Rhea and I shared another deep kiss before urged me to switch out of my positions and I was laid flat on my back with her pussy hovering over my mouth.

“Fair enough, baby. Since you’re offering.” she purred. “Tap twice if you need to breathe.” Was all she said before she slid her panties to the side and sank down onto my face and my mouth got to work…

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happy shuhite sunday, have some sappy domestic fluff!

bus ride AND cottage because i am but a humble mentally ill person going insane over them.

something we can do forever (~1.5k, G)

Summary:

Home. If someone had asked him a week ago what his home is, the reply would have been 'my bookshop, of course'. Now, as Crowley arranges his long limbs in a way that definitely cannot be comfortable but seems to be for him nonetheless, Aziraphale knows the answer has been by his side all along. - (or: they will always like holding hands and get their cottage)

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