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itgetsdark-x · 27 days
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Something In Your Mouth
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Summary: what’s a little night out if not for a bit of teasing fun with your dad’s best-friend?
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, mentions of alcohol, age gap (Joel’s age unspecified), oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!!), edging, orgasm denial, forced orgasm (kinda), use of good girl etc, mild humiliation / degrading. idk i feel a lil unhinged with this one besties.
Characters: dbf!joel miller x (f) reader
Word Count: 5.3k
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You pressed your glossy lips together to ensure that the hot pink covered every area of your pout and you smiled at your friend in the reflection of your bedroom mirror. 
“Girl, I’m telling you… Tonight is the night that I finally fuck Joel Miller.” You smirked, taking the bottle from your friend, Sasha’s hands and taking a long swig of the warming liquor.
“Ha! Yeah right… Are we on about the same Joel Miller here? Your dad’s friend, the single father himself and what’s that? Oh yeah, he’s ancient, old enough to be your own dad! He won’t touch you, jailbait, give up.” She laughed again as your flipped her off.
“Sash, I am in my mid-twenties, closer to thirty than I am twenty. Not to mention, I’m hot okay?! There are worse women Joel could sleep with. I’m just saying… I think it’s a good idea. I just get big dick energy from him y’know? I mean, have you seen his hands?! His fingers. I actually feel like if I don’t have him soon, I’m gonna go legally insane.” You huffed.
Sasha shook her head as you stood from your bed to get changed. You flung your comfy t-shirt and shorts into your friend’s direction and grabbed the outfit you had hung on your door. Tonight’s attire was an ensemble of a black leather skirt, hot pink tank top and your trusty platform Doc Marten boots.
“Be fucking real right now, that is not your underwear of choice for the evening!” Sasha all but screeched as she caught a glimpse of your undergarments as you began changing your outfit.
“What?!” You asked with feign innocence.
“You’re wearing a hot pink thong with matching bra. Please tell me this is not for Miller.” She sighed with exasperation, pinching at the bridge of her nose.
“Maybe it is… but hey, if Joel doesn’t want some tonight I’m sure some other lucky guy will appreciate the efforts I have gone to.” You shrugged, winking at your friend. “Now, how ‘bout you quit your judging and get changed so we can get to the bar! The girls are meeting us there.”
Sasha groaned with effort as she stood and joined you in getting changed.
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The bar was busy, you were meeting your friends there to celebrate your upcoming birthday which meant your father was going to be there and in turn, so was Joel. You weren’t a complete idiot, you knew that trying to get with Joel was a huge risk for you both; if your father ever found out, you would most likely be forbidden to ever leave your apartment ever again and well, you couldn’t even imagine what your dad would do to Joel.
Which also meant you had to be calculated with how you went about it; no blatant flirting or teasing in front of your dad, you had to play your cards right, keep them close to your chest.
As soon as you and Sasha arrived into the dimly lit bar, your friends herded over to you and enveloped you in a big hug. You squealed with delight and greeted them all individually before your dad walked over, with the older Miller in tow close behind.
“There’s my princess, happy early birthday, sweetheart.” Your dad beamed, hugging you and kissing your temple.
“Thanks dad, and thanks for actually showing up! I know hanging out with us girls isn’t at the top of your Friday night agenda. Same for you Joel, thanks for coming.” You smiled bashfully at him before he closed the space between you both and gave you a quick squeeze.
Your head span and you could feel your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest, his heady cologne drowning your senses and driving you mad. It was an immediate effect and you couldn’t stop the way your core throbbed at the contact.
“Gotcha a drink darlin’. Happy early birthday.” He flashed a smile in your direction and gave you a glass filled with amber-coloured liquid. “Yes, it’s our favourite. Southern Comfort and lemonade.”
You grinned at him and took a swig of the drink gratefully, just as you turned to talk to your father again, you were almost certain you could feel Joel’s eyes raking over your body with hunger.
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As the night wore on, the drinks flowed and the laughter grew rowdier and louder as the music in the bar was turned up. You were dancing with a couple of your friends, every now and then your eyes would catch Joel’s; he sat at the bar talking to your dad and nursing his whiskey.
“Sash, did you see the way he keeps looking at me? And earlier? Please tell me you saw that!” You whined.
“Ugh. God. I hate to feed your delusions but I did see it and I see it now. Even with your back turned, he’s watching you. Fuckin’ weird and intense, it’s like a predator with his prey. Waiting to strike.” She huffed, voice just loud enough for you to catch over the pop music playing.
“Okay… But why is that hot as fuck?” You laughed, throwing your head back as your danced. “I just need my dad to clear off, I love him but I can’t hit on his friend when he right there. That would be weird.”
You carried on dancing, with your friends and even with a couple of men when they tried it; you couldn’t help but notice the way Joel’s stare seemed to intensify when any man came near you, it made you smile to know that he was watching you.
One particular man caught your attention, he was similar to you in age, as far as you assumed and he was handsome, definitely easy on the eyes but nowhere near anywhere as good as Joel. He smirked at you from the bar and closed the distance between you until his hand was on your hip and he was dancing with you. You smiled sweetly at him, peering up at him through your lashes as you brought your thumb up to your glossy lips to suck on it seductively. You flashed a glance over to Joel who looked like he was ready to kill. 
Bingo. You thought to yourself and danced with the handsome male in front of you, the music boomed and you swayed your hips against him, you span yourself around so you could press your ass to his crotch and you smirked over at Joel once again who was now alone at the bar. Your fingers clutched your glass as you wrapped your lips around the thin, red straw and sucked up the cool drink. 
Joel quirked a brow at you, with a look that you couldn’t quite place, it seemed to settle somewhere between lust and utter disdain for you. You gave him a little wave and turned back to face the man you were dancing with, you looped your arms loosely around his neck and continued to dance along to the loud music. 
The nameless man leant down and whispered into your ear, the music distorted his voice but he said something about leaving with him which caused you to giggle. You got up onto your tiptoes to whisper back into his ear but felt a foreign hand pressed against the small of your back. The guy you were just dancing with backed away with his hands held up in innocence. 
“Hey!” You turned around with a deep frown. “Oh… hey, Joel.” You smiled.
“Your daddy left a little while ago, he saw you dancing and didn’t want to… disturb since you seemed busy…” He scoffed. 
“Well I was a lil busy, and now he’s gone. Whatcha want?” You huffed. 
“Don’t fuck around, little girl. We both know what you’re playin’ at.” 
“What?!” You asked with feigned innocence.
“Darlin’” he warned lowly in your ear, his voice sending shivers through you. “You’re out here, shakin’ your ass for everyone.”
“And? Last time I checked, I’m single, of age and having a bit of fun. Is that not allowed, Mr Miller? Not even on my birthday?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. 
Joel scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, this fake-innocence crap wasn’t getting anywhere with him and he knew you were doing it to get a reaction from him. 
“You’re being a little tease, darlin’ and I think you know it.” He growled, his voice low in your ear. 
You swallowed roughly, even with the drinks you had, your mouth suddenly felt impossibly dry with nerves. You shook your head to Joel and he just chuckled. 
“No, no… You know what you’re doing, I know you’ve been trying to get my attention all night and well, congrats. You’ve got my attention. So what now? What do you want, hm?” He asked, leaning back to gauge your reaction. 
“I — I, I want -“ You stumbled over your words dumbly, without a coherent sentence forming. 
“Hm?” He hummed, he took your hand and trailed it down his hard chest, down his stomach and let it graze across his crotch. 
Even with barely touching him, you could feel the hard length of his cock through the rough material of his worn jeans. You pushed your legs together in the vain hope of staving off the throbbing between them, you could feel your panties get slick as you imagined sinking to your knees and sucking Joel. 
“Funny, you seemed to be playing the big girl earlier, princess. Dancing with anyone, swinging your ass and hips for them. What’s the matter? Cat gotcha tongue now?” He smirked, his voice a soft coo in your ear. 
“I want you to fuck me.” You blurted out, unceremoniously and immediately, your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I mean, I uh — ignore me. I’m gonna go find my friends.” You muttered. 
Joel shook his head and held onto your elbow roughly. “Come home with me then, darlin’. My truck is parked out back.”
“You’ve been drinking, I’ve had some drinks. One, I don’t wanna die in your rust-bucket truck and two, this is stupid. I’m being stupid.” You spoke quickly. 
“Firstly, I’m gonna ignore you just called my truck a rust-bucket, that’s a whole other conversation and two, I’ve had two drinks, perfectly fine to drive. And as long as you’re sober enough to consent, and you do wanna do this. I think it’s a wonderful idea. Maybe just don’t tell your daddy.” He laughed. 
You nodded dumbly, words failing you once again and let yourself be led out of the bar by Joel; you briefly shot a look behind you and for a second, you caught eyes with Sasha who just smirked at you as you left. 
Joel opened the truck door for you to climb in, you grabbed the handle on the side and hauled yourself in; knowing your skirt would rise and give Joel a quick glimpse of your skimpy fabric. 
Joel had to all but bite back a groan as he saw the flash hot pink, the curve of your ass just enveloping the lace as you sat down. 
“Fucking hell.” He cursed as he closed the door to his truck and went to the drivers side. “You really are a naughty little tease, aren’t you?” He laughed. 
You shrugged at him with a sheepish smile; in truth you weren’t always this bad but tonight it got you exactly what you wanted and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 
Joel started his truck and within seconds of driving down the road, you reached your hand across the bench to palm at his cock; your delicate fingers wrapped around his half hard length through his jeans and you couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation. 
He felt thick, even when only half hard and your mouth watered at the thought of his thick cock hitting the back of your throat. 
“Impatient much?” Joel laughed, flashing a quick smirk in your direction. 
“I need to taste you, like, immediately.” You hummed, you knew it sounded cringey and cliche but you needed it more than you could comprehend. 
“Maybe let’s wait until we are back at mine — fuck —.” Joel cursed as your fingers quickly undid his jeans and dipped into the waistband of his boxers, albeit a little awkwardly. 
“I’m sat here, and I’m wet. I’m talking, on the verge of dripping onto my thighs. I want you. In a way I’ve never wanted a man before so… how about you let me get you warmed up so when we get back to yours, you can have your way with me.” You reasoned, your voice blunt. 
Joel couldn’t argue with that reasoning so he gently lifted his ass off the seat to allow you easier access to pull his thick cock out from his boxers. Your fingers expertly wrapped around his length and you marvelled at the fact your finger tips barely met. You stroked his shaft a few times as you felt him fully harden under your touch. 
You couldn’t help but giggle; it was immature and girlish but in this moment, you felt giddy. You awkwardly repositioned yourself so you could duck your head down and suck the tip of his cock into your wet mouth. 
Joel’s fingers tensed on his steering wheel, you could hear the squeak of the leather protest under his grasp as you wrapped your mouth around the male fully and sank your head down, enveloping him further. 
You kept a hand wrapped around the base of his cock and bobbed your head slowly, a soft moan being muffled by the fullness in your mouth. 
Above you, Joel groaned deeply as your tongue swirled around the tip and you grazed your teeth gently against his frenulum. 
“Oh fuck!” Joel cursed out, one hand coming down to grip into your hair tightly; he couldn’t help the way his hand pushed your head down further. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth. Fuck.” He praised, brushing some hair away so he could catch a better glimpse of the sight below him. 
You hummed in appreciation as you bobbed your head, your hand moving in perfect synchronicity with your skilled mouth. You removed Joel’s cock with a loud pop and you smirked at the male. You moved to kiss at his neck and your teeth grazed over his ear. 
“Tastes better than any sucker I’ve ever had.” You purred, your voice low and sultry. 
“You’re trouble.” Joel stated with a soft groan as your lips continued to kiss down his neck and your head travelled down south once more. “But you look so much cuter with something in your mouth, that’s its princess.” He cooed as your mouth sank around his cock once more. 
The drive back to Joel’s was a short one, even if he did contemplate driving around the block a couple more times just so he could feel your mouth around him for longer. 
Joel pulled into his drive, by this point you were sat up right and running a thumb along your bottom lip to tidy up your lip gloss. Joel tucked himself back into his jeans haphazardly before turning off the ignition to his truck. 
“Inside, quickly. I don’t need the neighbours seeing me bringing you home. You know how rumours spread ‘round here.” He mumbled and it was true, most people knew Joel and they in turn, knew your father. You could almost heard the whispers that would spread around this part of town if they caught wind of what you were doing with Joel. 
You hopped out his truck and walked to his front door ahead of him, making sure to keep a clear distance from the older male; no matter how hard your fingers were itching to explore his body. 
Joel held onto the small of your back as he quickly unlocked his front door and ushered you into the familiar space. 
“Upstairs. You know where my room is.” He stated bluntly as he removed his boots. 
You nodded without another word and silently went up the stairs; you may have been playing the confident card in the truck but now that you were here, now that you were in his house, your hands were shaking with nerves and anticipation. 
Joel entered the room a mere few seconds later and he smiled at you. 
“So you’re not that much of a little brat that you can follow basic instructions.” He cooed. 
You nodded, biting on your lip as you watched Joel effortlessly remove his t-shirt. Just as you pictured it; his chest was tanned and peppered with soft white hair. Further down his stomach as a groomed line of dark hair that disappeared under his waistband. 
“What’s the matter, little girl? Not so brave now?” He smirked, closing the distance between you to hold your chin roughly between his finger and thumb. 
He ducked his head down and kissed you roughly; it was an unceremonious clash of tongues as you kissed him back with intense fervour. 
“That’s what I thought.” He whispered against your lips and let go of your face. “Take off your clothes. Leave on your underwear, I wanna be the one to remove that from you.” He commanded, kicking off his own jeans and sitting on the edge of his bed. 
You suddenly felt self conscious, you could feel the burn of his gaze as you stood in front of him. You turned your back to him as you slowly undid the zip on your skirt and bent down to remove it. 
Behind you, Joel had pulled his cock from his boxers and was stroking himself as you removed your clothes. Once your shirt was removed, you span back round to face the male and gently crossed your legs as you watched him. 
“Fucking look at you.” He groaned, as his cock gently fucked into his fist. “Thought about your body so many times, knew I shouldn’t. Knew it was wrong but look at you, c’mhere.” He mumbled.
You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his confession; it soothed your nerves as you realised the attraction was mutual between you both. Joel sat back a little and tapped his lap; you got the idea quickly and straddled him. 
You cock feel his swollen cock rub against your clothes heat and you whined weakly at the contact. 
“Please don’t tease me.” You whispered, looping your arms around his neck as Joel’s hands settled onto your soft hips. 
“‘M not gonna tease you…” he smirked, his eyes lit with mischievous intent. “But I bet you could cum just from rubbing yourself on my cock. Since you seemed to want it so bad at the bar, trying to get my attention. Well guess what, little girl, you got it. Now keep it.” He hummed. 
“Joel —“ you protested, to which he raised a brow at you in question. 
You pushed your hips forward so the tip of Joel’s cock nudged your damp panties, it nudged your clit and you gasp as you began to rut your hips back and forth. 
“Such a needy little girl, aren’t you? So needy for your daddy’s best friend that you’ll rub against his cock like a good little bitch.” He cooed, holding your cheek tenderly as his condescending words fuelled your hips to move faster. 
“Not enough.” You whimpered, your hands scratching at Joel’s back for more leverage. “Need you in me, please. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.”
Joel smirked and pressed two digits into your mouth without warning; you quickly sucked them in, your tongue swirled around them until they were coated with your saliva. 
“Is that what you mean, princess? My fingers are inside of you.”
You shook your head no as your hips moved desperately, the hot pink fabric of your lace thong was ruined; it was dark in colour as your arousal soaked the fabric. 
“Then what is it you mean? Tell me what you want.” Joel said quietly, removing his fingers from your mouth. A long ling of spittle keeping you connected to the older male. 
“Need your fingers in my pussy; need to feel them inside of me as I cum. P-please.” You whined, your voice sounded wrecked already as your hips stuttered against Joel’s cock. 
Joel dipped his fingers into the front of your lace panties, they were slick from your spit and they glided through your wetness with ease. 
He let out a moan as he felt your wetness soak his fingers further; his fingers circled around your clit with skill and your mouth fell agape with intense pleasure. 
You screwed your eyes shut as his fingers sped up to rub over your clit. 
“Oh that’s it, good girl. So wet for me, aren’t you? This all for me?” He hummed. 
You nodded, as your back arched away from the man so he could gain better access to your front. Joel continued to speed his fingers up; he watched your every movement; every heave of your chest, every gasp or twitch of your arm and he knew you were getting close. 
“Tell me when you’re going to cum.” Joel whispered, dropping his head down to kiss at your bra-clad chest. 
“I’m close, Joel. So fucking close.” You whimpered, you were barely making a noise. 
“That’s it, atta a girl.” Joel praised. 
“I — I’m gonna, I’m gonna, fuck!” You screeched, the raw noise ripping from your throat as Joel removed his fingers from your panties at precisely the wrong moment. 
He smirked at you, his mannerism teasing and cruel. 
“What the fuck?” You squeaked, your eyes wide and your chest still heaving. 
“Well I didn’t say you were going to cum, did I?” Joel stated. 
“Please.” You pleaded, your eyes searching for mercy in him. 
“Lay down on the bed for me.” Joel whispered, tapping your ass gently. 
You felt dumb, your body was tingling all over from the overstimulation and lack of orgasm and you moved without knowing how you were doing it. You laid down onto Joel’s bed, your back resting up against his pillows. 
It took everything in you to not turn your head into the soft pillows, breathe in his scent and fuck yourself right there. You felt like a horny teenager who couldn’t ever satisfy themself. 
Joel fully kicked off his boxers and knelt beside you, he motioned his finger in an upwards movement and you sat up for him. Quickly, he removed your bra and your chest gently fell from the hot pink fabric. He gently pushed you back onto the bed and then worked to remove your panties, they too were discarded with the rest of your clothes on the floor. 
“Now, where were we?” Joel smirked before he trailed his fingers back between your legs. 
Instinctively, you spread them for him as he worked over your clit again; within seconds, the pressure was there once again and you tightly gripped at the sheets below you. 
“Joel —“ you whined. “Please. Please, I am begging you, please let me cum.”
“Now where’s the fun in that, little girl?” He murmured menacingly. 
You closed your eyes and willed yourself to not burst into tears there and then; the pleasure you were feeling was intense, Joel’s fingers moved expertly to bring you close to your orgasm and then there was the humiliation of him denying you the thing you wanted most. 
Joel was watching you intensely, he was picking up on every little micro movement your body made or didn’t make, he was calculating when to stop his movements or when to speed them up. Bringing you right up to the edge, almost letting you peer over it but then pulling you right back again; never quite letting you topple into ecstasy. 
He had done this three or four times now and the noises that left your body no longer sounded like your own; they were wrecked sobs of desperation as your arousal coated your thighs and left a wet spot behind in your wake. You could barely remember your own name or where you were anymore; Joel had messed with your mind.
“Please.” You pleaded to Joel, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please let me cum, I can’t — I can’t take anymore.” Your eyes were glassy with tears at the intensity of Joel’s actions and your own frustration as you experienced another ruined orgasm.
You knew if you really wanted this to stop, you could stand up, get dressed and walk away but you didn’t want that. Joel Miller had rotted your brain and you were fixated under him, completely at his will. 
Joel smirked at you again, that same look he kept giving you; it was smug, it was infuriating and it turned you on even more. 
“Look at you, princess. You’re a mess.” He whispered, his spare hand brushing a strand of hair away from your features. “So wet and messy for me, hm? Are you sure you can even cum now? Do you know what to do?”
You nodded eagerly at the older male, your eyes pleading silently as your mouth was hung open in constant pleasure. 
Joel didn’t say a word, instead he sunk two fingers into your hole without warning; his thumb circled your clit with intense pressure. It was like a million sparks erupted throughout your body; your back arched off the bed, your thighs fell open even further and your walls clenched around Joel tightly. 
You could feel yourself flutter and pulsate around the man’s digits as you came. Your eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was open, not a single sound fell from your parted lips apart from the start of a strangled moan. The pleasure, the pure ecstasy, was too intense for you to make a single sound. 
Joel pumped his fingers quickly, watching as you came on them. 
“That’s it, fuck. So good. Give me another one.” He growled, his arm shaking as he pumped his fingers even faster inside of you; his thumb pass over your clit with each thrust of his digits. 
You honestly didn’t know if you could give him another; your body was shaking as you laid there and took what Joel was giving to you. It was intense and never before had you had such a strong orgasm; there were still white flecks dancing around in your vision as your body built up to another orgasm. 
Your fingers were clawing at Joel’s arm and you were sure that you had broken his skin as you came on his fingers; there was no telling what would happen when he ripped another orgasm from you. 
“Be a good girl and then I’ll give you my cock, come on, princess. I know you can give me another one. I know you’re good enough for that.” He whispered. “Look at what you’re doing to me, baby girl. Look at my cock, it’s leaking for you. So good.”
You peered between your bodies and saw the head of Joel’s cock, it was flushed and there was a dribble of precum falling from the tip and collecting onto the sheets below. 
“Ki-kiss me.” You managed to squeak out, your voice shaking as you looked at the older male. 
He smiled and happily obliged, your lips met in a sloppy kiss as you felt your body shake more intensely. The tight coil in the pit of your stomach snapped once more and another intense orgasm rippled through you like a shockwave.
“Good. Good girl.” Joel praised against your lips as he worked you through your orgasm. 
He pulled his fingers from your hole and rubbed them speedily across your clit, you let out a yelp at the overstimulation and gripped Joel’s arm tightly for leverage. 
“I’m gonna —“ you managed to call out before he felt yourself gush onto the sheets below you. 
“Oh fuck.” Joel moaned, his cock jumping with arousal as you squirted onto his hand. 
“I’m so, fuck —“ you breathed shakily and held yourself up onto your elbows, tears staining your cheeks from the intense pleasure. “Joel, I’m so sorry. Fuck, let me clean up. Fuck.” You cursed, your body shaking as you went to sit up. 
Joel chuckled and gently pushed your shoulder back onto the bed with a shake of his head. 
“So sexy. Have you ever squirted before?” He asked, finally removing his hand from your throbbing pussy. 
You shook your head and he just grinned at you boyishly. 
“That’s even hotter, how did it feel, princess? Did you like it?” He asked softly, his fingers tracing soft patterns across your tummy. 
You blushed at his words and gently cleared your throat. “I did like it, I didn’t… well I didn’t know I could actually cum that hard. It was intense but amazing.” You said softly, looking up at Joel through your lashes. 
“I’m glad.” He smiled. “Look, we don’t have to — well, y’know, we don’t have to have sex. If you’re too stimulated or whatever. I can sort myself out.”
You quickly shook your head and pulled him closer to your naked body. 
“No!” You said quickly. “I mean, I am a little over stimulated right now but please, I need to feel your cock in me.”
Joel didn’t need to be told twice and he roughly flipped your body over so your face was against the bed. You gasped under the male, surprised by his strength. Behind yourself, you could feel Joel moving, positioning himself so his cock was nudging against your entrance. 
He thrust forward, filling you once again; you were all-consumed with just Joel. The heady scent of him lingered on the bellows below your face, you cunt ached with lingering pleasure of your orgasms and now, you could feel his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucked into you with fervour. 
“That’s it, sweet girl, taking me so well. So good.” Joel mewled, the praise sending heat through your body once more. 
Your fingers clung to the soft fabric of the sheets below you, and you couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped your lips as Joel fucked you. 
“So good. F-faster.” You whimpered. 
Joel obliged, he sped his hips up and dug his fingers into your hips so hard you felt as if you were going to have bruises there for days. 
Joel’s hips began to stutter, his groans grew deeper and you clenched around him, trying to bring him closer to filling you. 
“Such. A. Good. Little. Girl.” Joel groaned, each word accentuated by a deep thrust. “This is my cunt now, got it? Hm. All mine. Fuck, you’re so good for me.”
You nodded under him with a soft moan as he bottomed himself out in you, his cock impossibly deep as you felt it twitch before he coated your insides with his hot cum. You whined at the sensation and felt yourself flutter around his pulsing cock instinctively. 
“Shit.” He groaned, giving one final sloppy thrust before we collapsed down onto the bed beside you with his chest heaving deeply. 
You followed suit, your body finally giving out from under yourself; you grimaced as your body touched the soaked patch on the bed and you began to feel Joel leak from inside of you. 
“‘M a mess but so tired.” You yawned, scrunching your face in disgust. 
“Let me clean you up.” Joel whispered, stroking your cheek. 
He let out a grunt as he climbed off the bed, his limbs aching from the effort. He scooped your body from the mattress and carried you to the bathroom where he sat you in the bath. He turned the shower on and you hummed as the warm water hit your body, not caring your hair and makeup would be a mess. 
Joel climbed behind you and gently rubbed your shoulders as the warm water washed away the messes you both made. 
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A/N: my requests are open again, I can’t promise I’ll always write them really quickly but please send me any ideas of stuff u wanna read <3 love u all <3
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bettyfrommars · 7 months
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invisibleMan!eddie x fem!reader
I had a smut request from the dear @strangerfreak for invisible!eddie and reader having sex in front of a mirror as a blurb, but it's 1.8k, so, close enough. I mean, why not add Invisible Man Eddie to our list of fuckable Universal Monsters.
18+ONLY, smut, boyfriend!eddie, mechanic!eddie, use of baby as a pet name, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sex in front of a mirror, mention of using an experimental drug. No use of y/n or she/her.
author's note: so much love to those who sent smut requests in already, and I'm always happy to receive them. The two in this lil fic are very much in love and they very quickly turned into favorites of mine. This was not proofread, be gentle.
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“How long will it last?” You asked, staring into the space that you guessed was your boyfriend, but all you could see was the open door to the hallway.
When he moved, you caught glimpses of what looked like water ripples in the air, but otherwise, your eyes danced over the space, unsure of where to land.
Eddie lifted his hand up in front of his face, kind of loving the way he couldn’t see himself—it was cool as hell.  
“Only 24 hours, according to them,” he sat down on the bed next to you, and the only reason you knew that was because the mattress sank down and you could see the indentation where his butt was.  “I hope it wears off by Monday, because I don’t know if the customers at work will take to it.”
The thought made you giggle.  “Imagine wrenches and tire irons floating through the bay, seemingly unattended…”
“...an oil filter changing itself,” Eddie continued, finishing your sentence.  Now, you were both laughing, and Eddie gave a little snort.  You could feel him lean against you, could feel his calloused hand wrap around the back of your neck, and then you melted a little when he kissed the shell of your ear.
Money had been tight lately, and Eddie took the initiative to become a human guinea pig for a research facility specializing in supernatural powers.  The pay was phenomenal, but there were obviously some major risks.  He hadn’t told you he was going there after work, so you lost your mind a bit when you saw his van rolling up the road with no one behind the wheel.  
“Oh wait, baby, watch this,” you felt him get up off the bed, and then you followed the imprints of his feet that appeared in the carpet to where his service coat hung on the door.  A pack of smokes appeared in the air, and you watched in awe as a lighter lit a cigarette. It was as if you were in the presence of some animated Disney film.
Eddie inhaled and the tip glowed; you could see the smoke enter his lungs, and then puff out his nostrils when he gave another snort.  “This is wild,” he returned to his seat next to you on the bed. You could tell he was giddy with that schoolboy enthusiasm.  “I gotta get over to Steve’s later tonight and mess with him somehow.”
“I think this is the first time I’m actually grateful for your nicotine addiction,” you cupped your hand where you knew his jaw was to feel his warm flesh that your eyes kept telling you was not there.  “I can tell where your face is now.”
The cigarette bounced in the air. “Do you wanna get high and have sex with your invisible boyfriend?”
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It was your idea to do it in front of the huge closet mirror, and Eddie loved you even more in that moment for suggesting it.  
It was dark, and you lit a few candles while Eddie rolled the two of you a fresh joint.  You could tell he was licking the side of it without seeing his tongue; you knew his rituals by heart.  
He took a big drag, and once you brought it to your lips, you watched his vest and shirt fly onto the bed, and then you felt two warm, rough hands come up your sides to ease your shirt off.  With your back against the bed, your legs were wide in front of the mirror, and Eddie kissed your stomach, up your chest, and along your neck, making a needy mew erupt from your throat, urging him on.  
“Yeah?” He whispered in your ear as he unhooked your bra, allowing his thumbs to graze the tender nubs of your nipples.  “Is it better when you can’t see me?”
“I hate it,” you found his mouth and kissed him deep. Your pussy thumped with an aching need as he rubbed you there over your jeans. “I miss my beautiful boy.”
“Here, gimme this,” he took the joint from you and smiled against your mouth.  “Before you drop it and burn the place down.”
You palmed him over his jeans, mouth watering at how hard he was.  “You wanna watch your cum fill me up, don’t you?”
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, and then he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you close, kissing you so that your tongues wrestled together as if they were fucking.  
You watched invisible hands pull your jeans off, and then the rest of his clothes, including his boxers, clumped to the floor, heavy with wallet and chain.  You knew his cock was bobbing in the air somewhere near, but thankfully you didn’t have to wonder for too long because his mouth was on you again.
When his two fingers sank into your hole, you whimpered and clenched around him.
“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured against your throat, and then you felt his head turn to look at what you could see in the reflection.  Even though he was situated between you and the mirror, he could see you open for him, straining around the thickness of his digits.  He could see your arousal trickling down, soaking wet to the carpet.  
You found his curved length and twisted your hand around the head.  “Let me taste your invisible cock,” you said with a hungry purr.  You were both paying attention to the mirror show as he sank a third finger in, and Eddie bucked his hips against you at the sight.
“Wait, wait,” he gasped. “Let me try something.”
Your face was in his hair and you ran a few scratches down his back, imagining him there as clear as day.
He scissored his fingers inside you to watch it spread. “God, you’re so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mine.”
You grabbed his face for another long, hard kiss while his fingers fucked into you.  Eddie dove his cock into your grip over and over and you spit on the C-shape your hand was making to give it more slip.  
He backed off and put his forehead to yours, breathing heavy, bringing his soaked fingers out to draw lazy circles on your clit.  “I’m gonna cum like this if we’re not careful.”
“Mmmmh,” you hummed, stroking your thumb over his swollen, leaking tip.  “I think it’s time we see what this monster can do in real time.”
He couldn’t get into position fast enough.  Since you were on the floor, he yanked two pillows down off the bed to put behind your head and at your lower back.  He held your legs up by your knees, but then checked the angle in the mirror and put your leg down, asking you to move your hips slightly.
“Maybe I should be invisible next time,” you joked.
“Please baby, don’t say that,” he brushed his lips over your knee.  “I always want to be able to see you.”
From where he was, he didn’t have to turn his head too far to get a glimpse of the action, and you could see everything.  In the reflection, you watched the way he wet the head of his cock in your folds, spreading them open, making your glistening lips flutter.
If not for his hissed curses and sounds of pleasure, you would’ve thought you were having a wet dream or being made love to by a ghost.  
“So this is what it would be like to have sex with a ghost,” you mused aloud, feeling the weed hit you as Eddie sank deeper.
He grunted.  “It’s good practice, in case I die first, I’m gonna haunt the fuck out of you.”
“Impale me with that ghost cock, baby,” you wiggled your tongue at him.
And, so he did.
He buried himself to the base with a groan, followed by your whimpers that coaxed him to swivel his hips.
“Holy shit,” Eddie turned his head and marveled at the way your hole expanded and he could see inside of you.  The mix of your arousals began to foam a bit from the friction and Eddie’s hips moved faster.
You swiped your fingers over your clit, imagining Eddie’s hair hanging down his shoulders and his guitar pick necklace hitting against his chest with every thrust.  
He eased back with a huff, pacing himself.  "I’m so close,” you could hear him suck in his bottom lip.  
“Don’t stop,” you hushed with a hitch in your breath and Eddie noticed you working your clit in a certain way—-you were close too.
“Oh, shit, okay,” he continued, glancing in the mirror only once more while he set a steady pace.  
Your walls clenched and throbbed on him like a fist, making him mumble incoherently.
“I’m gonna cum so hard baby fuck—are  you watching?” his thrusts stuttered and your eyes were glued to the mirror as you witnessed his seed coat your walls and drip down your ass as he pumped it in.
“Eddie!” The sight of it sent you into orbit and your walls milked him aggressively as the orgasm rolled through you like velvet firecrackers. 
Eddie liked to watch your face when you came, but as the pleasure subsided, he turned to see what you could see.
“Fuckkk, that’s insane,” he mumbled, working his length in and out so he could watch the cum spill out and then get stuffed back in. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
When he was done watching the show, he dropped his head to your shoulder and let himself slip out of your warm heaven.  You found his hair and brushed your fingers through it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer until your bodies met and he let you have his weight.  
“Baby, look,” you nudged him to notice the reflection again, and when he did, he saw you on the ground with your arms curled around nothing, like you were trying to hug the air.  “Now you can go down on me in a public place and no one would know.”
He lifted his head up, and you tried to decide where his eyes were.  “Can we try that tomorrow before this wears off?” He asked.
You leaned forward to kiss his mouth, but ended up kissing his nose.  “Meet you at a table in front of the Sbarro in the food court tomorrow at 11. I’ll be sure to wear a skirt.”
“Damn, that reminds me,” he got to his feet abruptly and you felt drips of his release land on your stomach. “I need to go over and show this to Steve.  So much to do before I lose my superpower.”
“I’ll drive, how about that?”
“Deal.”
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krishna-sangini · 7 months
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Living The Vrindavan Dream
(Warning: Very long post)
This is the post describing my trip to Braj Dham <3
Day 1:
We reached Vrindavan at around 3 p.m. Had prasad and then after resting for a while, we left for the Banke Bihari Temple.
Tbh, my experience in Banke Bihari wasn't very good. Not because of the temple itself, obviously, but because of the people. Rushing in like literal animals! Like, yeah I understand y'all are excited to see the lil Manmohana there, BUT SO ARE WE! Anyyyyway, we did catch a good glimpse of Him there sooooo 🫠❤️🥹❤️
Anyyyyway, we then went to the Sneh Bihari Temple. It was way less crowded and people were civilised. Soooo yeah, that's where I broke down. Like, my Keshav looked so freaking beautiful there, I just couldn't bring myself to dam my tears. It was simply ethereal...✨
He just looked so freaking beautiful and I felt like I had transcended all limits of the world...💫
And guess whaaat? The pandit of the temple called me near him AND GAVE ME A BEAUTIFUL GARLAND FROM KESHAV! IT WAS LIKE THE BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE; I HAVEN'T BEEN HAPPIER FR FR!!! OUUUUFFFF KESHAV I LOVE YOU TOOOO!
We then visited the Ashta Sakhi Temple, Radha Ballabh Temple and the Keshav Mahadeveswar Temple. The serenity there is to die for. Like, why not? It's our Kanha's place after all!
Day 2:
JANMASTHAMI DAAAAY!!!!!!! THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE? HELL YEAH!
Soooo, I wore this beautiful ghaghra for my Keshav's bday celebrations.
But ek haadsa hogaya. Four monkeys legit jumped on me to snatch my beautiful latkans. One of them even managed to rip one of the latkans off my ghaghra🥲. One grabbed my ghaghra, and the rest three grabbed my chunari. But Kanha saved another me from a full-on Vastra Haran sooo yeah. I just got a few scratches.
Anyyyway, first, we went to Seva Kunj Temple. There, I did my Keshav's abhishek!!!!!! I've never felt happier, fr fr; I almost cried. He looked so freaking cute like aaaaahhhh!
From there, we went to the Radha Raman Temple. Again, it was crowded to the point that breathing became laborious. Couldn't catch a proper glimpse of Keshav there 🥲
Next, we went to Radha Damodar Temple. This place was great. Crowded, but organised. Plus, they had an almost empty bhajan hall. There, we could sit peacefully and I could get lost in my Keshav's thoughts...😌
From there, we went to the Meera Bai Temple. There was a super beautiful cow sitting in front of the idol. It felt as if the Murlidhar himself was petting her gently as she sat there calmly with her eyes closed. <3
We then visited the Govindji Temple. That place is so freaking beautiful! Like, you can feel the walls echoing the name of the darling of Vrindavan; it was simply blissful.
After that, we went back to our guest house to rest. In the evening, we went back to Seva Kunj for the Janmashtami celebrations.
IT. WAS. THE. HAPPIEST. I. HAVE. EVER. BEEN. IN. MY. WHOLE. ENTIRE. LIFE
Firstly, we had a beautiful pravachan by a Maharaj Ji. He basically talked about the birth of Krishna.
So, it's a lesser-known fact that Yashoda maiyya actually gave birth to twins, Yogmaya and Vrindavan Krishna. So, when Vasudev brought in Devaki's Krishna, both the Kanhas became one. And when Krishna and Balram were leaving with Akrur ji, the Vrindavan Krishna stayed back in Vrindavan. So, he technically never left. AND THAT'S WHY VRINDAVAN'S AIR REEKS OF LOVE AND DIVINE BLISS TO DATE!
Anyway, the Maharaj ji said so many other sweet things about us Krishna lovers. He was like, "We all sitting here for our Krishna; do you know in what roop y'all are sitting here? We're basically gopis here."
And I was like, "YES, YOU SAID IT! YOU SAID IT!!!!" It made me so happy for real!!!!!
Sooo, after the pravachan, there was kirtan. And each one of us, men and women likewise, danced our hearts out for our Kanha. It was so blissful, y'all. Dancing without a care in the world with complete strangers tied to each other with a single thread of love for our one and only Keshav; it was one of the rare times when I've felt truly joyous... 💫
At midnight, we all welcomed our Kanha by doing mandir parikrama. After the festivities were over, we had prasad after thanking Krishna for being with us always <3
Thus ended the best day of my life...🌺
Day 3:
The Janmashtami hangover was still there when we got ready for Seva Kunj again. We did kirtan there again before having prasad. Then in the evening, we left for ISKCON.
Now, I don't have any words to describe how freaking beautiful and ethereal our sakha looked there! Like, he looks so perfect that you can't help but tear up...✨ His beautiful lotus eyes legit glimmer at you overflowing with love. There's nothing more peaceful than just staring at his face there for real. Everything in ISKCON was so freaking beautiful; simple exquisite. All the lovely mural paintings, the mesmerising idols, the gorgeous architecture; I could spend the rest of my life there without any regrets.
Moving on, we left ISKCON for Prem Mandir.
F. I. N. A. L. L. Y
And there, I legit became oblivious to my surroundings. Like, my friend legit had to guide me through cuz I was in a trance-like state. The freaking delightful and charming statues showing different phases of my Keshav's life looked as if they were speaking to me. The lovely statues of Radha Rani with her Kanha were just so so so pretty! The temple interior gave heaven vibes for real. Like, I just don't have the words to describe how happy and tranquil I felt in there despite the crowd... ❤️ I completely lost my heart and soul to the Makhan Chor that day...💫 Did that quite happily, I'm telling ya.
Thus ended another glorious day.
Day 4:
The day I've probably been the most heartbroken, cuz that's the day we left Vrindavan.
But not before visiting Nidhi Van. Y'all, if anyone ever tells me Krishna is mythology, I'm cutting their throats off without batting an eyelash. Like, you literally FEEL Kanha walking beside you and caressing your arms lovingly as you walk through Nidhi Van! The trees there, gracefully twisted and intertwined with each other, are a living testimony of our Kanha's raas with his Radhe and sakhis... ✨ It was just so soothing to feel His presence right next to you there!!!! I'm just repeating the same thing again and again, cuz that's basically what you live there in the land of Keshav 🥹❤️
Anyway, melancholy struck immediately after we left Nidhi Van cuz yeah, we left Vrindavan... Yeah... It was heartbreaking. Like, yeah, He is with me always, every day, every second. But I LEFT VRINDAVAN, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, RIGHT!? Also, it was raining cats and dogs when we left. Call me over-dramatic, but I'm just gonna assume that it was my Keshav's bittersweet way of sending me off.
Anyway, we left for Radha Kund where we stayed at a मठ. In the evening, we went to see Radha Kund and Shyam Kund. Again, I felt His mischievous blissful presence pulling my leg right there <3 I felt my sakha lingering beside me, smiling at me with all His love. And I have no idea what overcame me, but I started singing 'Natnagar ki hai Saari Leela' aloud. Like, I hope no one minded that. But at the moment, my mind couldn't think of anything or anyone else but my Manmohana for real.
And yet another day in Braj passed by.
Day 5:
Our last day in Braj. We went to Barsana!!! We visited the Radha Rani Temple, of our very own Madanmohini... ❤️ The temple is so beautiful, y'all. Architecturally, aesthetically, and spiritually; it's simply perfect! And our Radha Rani, oufff! Unke baare me kya hi kahun? She's ever gorgeous, beautiful, dazzling, and whatnot! 🤩 And we both laughed about how Kanha is such a simp for her soooo, yeah!
The rest of the day, it simply rained. So we couldn't do much. But yeah, I listened to songs thinking about the past couple of days I spent with my Keshav himself... 💫
And yeah, the next day we left Braj... No further elaboration.
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My Vrindavan trip in short
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I MISS THAT PLACE SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL!
P.S. I called up my bestie @pragyan05 and made her ugly cry by telling her about my Vrindavan trip 😌 I mean, why should I suffer alone.
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samalong1 · 10 months
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How to survive being Gluskin's brids
Tw mentions of childhood sa,abuse,nsfw,and gluskin being gluskin
Ima write fluff for him after
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-he's in control period he needs to be if he's in control nothing can hurt him or you
-dont challenge this doing something small will send him into a rage with thrown furniture and smashen plates and if you did something really bad in his eyes your face
-laughs at any mention of truama he may have "oh darling you and your worry" he'd coo brushing it off denying it but his first of rage of his power being slightly taken down and the sobbing he'd do in the locked bathroom not wanting you to see him "be so womenly" as he'd say and deny him ever doing so
-never bring up therapy not after murkoff not if you want your neck to be bruise freed and not having things like whore shouted I'm your face he already escaped he isn't going back even if its healthy therapy he so desperately needs
-just be a good lil house wife wearing his 50's themed dresses with a tight chinched waist and bright heels
-if you want his comfort his hugs and praises to be wrapped up in his arms safe from his rage on his lap as be absently plays with your hair on the couch while he sings that dreaded song you'll just gave to submit to be his helpless lil wife
-he's constantly ogling you he loves his darling wife figure every curve and bump on her skin but really being able to grab and grope you makes him feel so strong and powerful able to bend you to his will
-he'll love dressing you like your his 1950's house wife prancing over in your low neckline tight waist dress with the cute patten sleeves and the long hem that twirls so gracefully with you as you take off his work jacket as you kiss his cheek so happy to have your protector and provider back home as your proudly tell him what roast or casserole you made so lovingly after dinner
-whats his job oh he'll just laugh "oh it isn't a woman's place to worry just know it gives us enough" he'll say proudly proud to provide for his family
-outside of work when he isn't constantly hovering over you singing songs and making sexist remarks as he rubs your waist while telling you how much he loves your child bearing hips he'll be in his office making you more dresses with bright colours and playful patterns his favorite being fruit ones of your lucky you can catch a glimpse of him making a lovely button up dress with a flowing skirt covered in a lemon pattern under the bright yellow ribbon while your cherry patterned dress hung off you while you wipe your hands off on your apron from doing the dishes
-only a peak though as he open the doors briefly he'll see you trying to Leer in and would chuckle and pat your head "such a impatient minx so excited for your husband spoils" but he'll always keep the door closed he hates being watched as he works that's what would lead to him being preyed on as a child when he was coloring or doing homework on the dinner table
-though sometimes he'll grow frustrated saying be can't get the shape and design to elevate but not overpower his wife's beauty but your starting to believe it's more sadistic from how his eyes gleam with how you jumped or yelp when pricked with a needle or how hungry his eyes were when there was a prick of blood as he comforts you scolding his big clumsy hands he loves the comforting you even if it's from his own mistakes or abuse it made him feel big
-also the possessiveness he has scared of the life he always dreamed of and daydreamed of his darkness moments scared some animal undeserving of the wife he sculpted to be perfection would be torn away
-because of that all his dresses will have his name sewn inside the hem to determine any dirty dogs who managed to lift it
-not like you ever manage to go out alone he'll say something sly like "what husband will I be letting a vulnerable minx like you put you need your husband to protect you" its somewhat true but he'll also be giving any man who glances at you the dirtiest angriest glare while his arm wrapped around your waist tightened so scary that the poor teenage cashier didn't dare make eye contact
-though sometimes when he's out at work you'll go out not wanting to wait till the evening to go out and to likely be turned down eith how tired he is from work and how he just needs his wife's cooking and a good foot massage
-one time you got caught when his work let him out early and he was wager to drive home and enter his wife's embrace
-you can't escape his yelling and insults and grip so tight on your wrist it'll bruise but if you simply look down and flutter your eyelashes even after his smack and being called a whore and just tell him that you wanted to get something for dinner and it couldn't wait he'll ease up and blame your woman drive to care for him to overlook your saftey
-if you want to Amp it up just whine and nuzzle into his hand that just hit you and say that you felt nauseous and thought that you finally may be pregnant and you coudnt wait for him to get a pregnancy test and that you also wanted to suprise him it'll quickly put you in his tight embrace and his cooes forgiving you as he goes to clean your wounds
-speaking of kids app sex will have some breeding undertones saying how he'll fill you with his seed and how goof of a mother you'll be
-it's not just cause he so desperately wants a family or a breeding kink but to him it gives the filthy whoreish act meaning and makes it a beautiful step to creating his legacy unlike past acts as a child
-also constantly being called a whore one time you wanted extra good wife points you dressed up in lingeri and the whole time he was slamming into you he was calling you a whore for seducing such a good man like him
-but after he'll grumbled under his breath about you never doing it again
-after sex he'll do his best for aftercare gently wiping you clean and kissing you softly and praising how good of a wife and hopefully if it takes a good mother but you need to praise him
-tell him how good he did and how good of a husband he is and how happy you are to have him and how you love his loyalty just praise sex is vulnerable even more to him and he needs to feel safe after and during
-because of this never try to be a top or play a more dominant role any ask will get you a dangerous glare and a flat out no and if you do something that he sees as you trying to take a lead like riding him and other things it'll instantly stop and he'll get up and go to the kitchen to open some wine accident or not give him space and apologize for acting so whorish and praising him even more
-don't ever try and take the lead without him knowing in a drastic way (not just cause of lack of consent on his part) but as soon as his arms or tied or blindfolded he freaks like in the beginning of whistle-blower screaming and kicking till the restraint is off and the moment your in his line of sight his hands are suffocating you and things hit the walls shattering if you survive you'll forever be labeled a ungrateful whore in his eyes and if he manages to control his urge to string you up to the ceiling like in the gym you'll be locked outside without a word
-short case don't
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stephdragonness · 16 days
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👀👀👀
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(sequel scene off from "Broken Heart 💔 valentine AU", try intrepid how 👀 - "look at me." / "let me look at you." so go with me on this just idea i came up with, just write out scene)
"The two Had their Valentine dinner, it was decided to continue the date to a local club where had special "valentine couple discount happy hour/dance". the two had few drinks before doctor gave signal he wanted to take his date onto dance floor.
Dr Cortex "Shall i have this dance" pulling out all charm he could.. he was enjoying the night with his unexpected blind date and like show more appreciation for her, he present her his hand out to take like a gentleman.
Steph: "hmm alright" she giggles at his manner "So Doctors know how to dance hmm?" she went take his hand and got up from her seat to join him.
Dr Cortex: he gave a smirk back at his date, his ego charging up. "im very adequate with many forms of dancing.. i used to be quite Hip back in the 80s (disco cortex skin)." he takes her into simple waltz with slow music played in the club.
Steph: she thought to herself how sweet the doctor been, they chatted over dinner there occupation, hobbies and general life things...she maybe new to wumpa islands/ Wumpa Town and have heard of some notorious story's of the Mad Doctors lived on the wumpa islands, so hearing him say his name was a surprise, she was not going judge the man from rumours, he happen be rather awkward mostly at the start but then relaxed and show more his better side, no mad doctor malice then his ego to gloat of his work but she didn't mind him, she like nerdy types anyway.
Two took time to dance and sway to music, 'bee gees -how deep is your love' played in background and was soothing to souls of the room, even there were few passing glances from people who knew the mad doctor and gave a scowl of dislike.
Steph: "Very smooth Doctor... you got some moves on you i didn't think someone of your state could do, hope your full of more surprises tonight to enchant me."
Dr Cortex: "Hmhmhm A Scientist like me always have few tricks up his sleeve, tho You are the one Who is Enchanting tonight." it was cheesy of him bounce back the
Steph: she could feel her cheeks warm up at his compliment, her heart swelled she locked eyes with the doctor Infront of her, she lit out soft snark from her lips" if you keep making smooth moves like that.. im not going able to walk soon." she smiles softly to doctor she whispers low " im glad my other date ditched out, cause i got better deal right here with a handsome Doctor"
Dr Cortex: he could only chortle softly from his throat and stared back at his date, her smile made him melt away any malice/grief of his other date cancelling on him cause seem found someone better, "just beautiful night with a beautiful lady" he return the compliment.
Thier night was going on very sweet and maybe just be more in making between them.💘
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Need You Now 🧡
After going through a lil dry spell with my writing, this angsty number came out of nowhere 😂 I think it’s my longest story I’ve written to date! I gotta stay out of my funk and get back to it. Too many stories left to tell 🖤
Word count: 2,736 Divider by: @saradika-graphics
Disclaimers: Cursing, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.
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It had been months since you last talked to him. Months since you last felt his warm embrace. Months since you left your cowboy. You’d think the more time went on that being without him would get easier, but it hasn’t. You still miss him- long for him, you’ve just learned to function with a large piece of your heart missing. Matt and Nick gave you updates on Hangman whenever you asked for them, but usually they were all the same. “Still drinking himself stupid, won’t listen to anyone. He asked about you the other day. His face lit up when we told him you are doing well, you could tell he was happy to hear it.” As much as it pained you to hear that Adam was still stuck in his self-destructive ways, you knew there wasn’t much you could do for him that you hadn’t already tried. All the drunken nights you had with him played repeatedly in your mind, always having the same ending where you would go to leave, and Adam would find a way to get you to stay. “Tell me what I can do to make you stay. What I can say, so you won’t leave. I need to know how I can fix this!” was always the classic plea he used along with drunkenly falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around your legs. It usually did the trick.
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Working backstage had its advantages because you always knew the schedule for the night, allowing you to duck out of sight whenever Adam was supposed to be around. Avoiding him wasn’t always easy though. There was the time where you heard his voice coming down the hallway and you had to duck into a nearby storage closet to stay out of sight. Or the time you hid behind Satnam Singh when Hangman got backstage early. You knew going to these lengths to stay hidden were ridiculous, but it had to be done. If you were to get one glimpse at Adam’s handsome face, the wall you worked so hard to build around your heart would surely crumble. Call it bad luck, call it fate, whatever it was worked against you when you stepped off the elevator at your hotel and crashed into the person standing on the other side of the doors. Your head was down, your eyes locked onto your phone screen making you unaware of your surroundings at the moment of the collision. Both of you dropped your phones and bent down at the same time to pick them up, all color draining from your face when you saw a picture of yourself light up on the other person’s lock screen.
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“Hi, Y/N,” Adam said uncertainly. You were too stunned to pick your jaw up off the floor, so you remained crouched down with your hand over Adam’s phone. The silence between you began to grow uncomfortable the longer you stared at his face until he cleared his throat snapping you out of your stupor. Your cheeks were burning as you apologized, “Oh! I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! Here’s your phone. I hope it’s alright!” Adam smiled at you when you handed him the phone, reassuring you that everything was all good. When the two of you stood up, it was evident that Adam felt a little embarrassed too as he ran his fingers through his hair and asked, “I guess you saw my lock screen, huh?” You only nodded in response, unsure of what to say to the handsome cowboy in front of you. Adam rocked on his heels, willing the words to come out of his mouth, but instead he remained quiet. A sad smile covered your face when you spoke softly, “Well, I better get going. Sorry again, Adam.” You grabbed your phone gently from his large hand, walking away immediately only to be stopped by a gentle tug on your arm. “Y/N, wait! Please. I-I was hoping we could talk. I’m free right now if you are…” his voice trailed off when he noticed a flash of hurt wash over your face. He knew you were about to make up an excuse and say no, so he had to think of something fast to get you to change your mind. “Please, Y/N. Just give me 5, 10 minutes tops and then we can go our separate ways,” his voice wobbly as he quietly begged. You fought an internal battle within yourself between your heart and your head, your logical mind ultimately winning. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Adam. It was nice to see you though. You look well! I hear you have a title shot next week on Dynamite. Best of luck to you,” you offered with the sincerest smile you could muster up before pulling your arm from his gentle hold and walking away, once again leaving a piece of your heart behind.
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Your back slid down the door to your room once it latched with a loud click. The tears you fought so hard to hold inside in front of Adam were flowing freely now, your body quivering as you started to sob. Being face to face with him like that after all this time was just as hard as you thought it would be, and the fact that it was so unexpected made it worse! As you wiped your tears, images of the smile he gave you started to haunt you. His light eyes looking into yours flooded your memory. The sight of his thicker facial hair awakening something deep inside you. When you told Adam that he looked well, you really meant it! He looked much better than The Bucks had led on. His dark circles were a little lighter, his physique a little slimmer and more muscular, and his words came across clearly, no stammering or slurring when he spoke. As you pulled yourself off the floor, you started to regret not taking him up on his offer to talk. His voice sounded as sweet as honey when he said your name- God how you missed hearing it fall from his lips! But the wall around your heart kept him out, protecting you from any more hurt he might cause, leaving you alone again just like how you spent most of your nights. Any other time when you felt like sitting in your feelings, you would indulge yourself in things that made you happy like a bubble bath or eating all chocolate in sight, but tonight you already had plans you had to follow through on. A date to be exact.
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Kenny was incredibly sweet, showering you with compliments, opening the car door for you, and pulling out your chair at the restaurant. He had asked you on this date weeks ago, but you just said “yes” a few days ago. You knew you were playing with fire going on a date with Adam’s old tag team partner and friend, but you couldn’t base your life choices on his feelings anymore. “This place is lovely, Kenny! How did you find it?” you asked while placing your napkin on your lap. “A couple friends recommended it. Make sure to save room for dessert, that’s what they’re known for here!” he smiled. Conversation with Kenny was easy and effortless and filled with laughter, all without the help of alcohol. It was refreshing spending an evening with someone that didn’t smell like whiskey or rely on the amber liquid to get through the night. And yet, your mind still drifted back to Hangman. Different scenarios ran wild through your mind as you tried to figure out why Adam seemed to be doing so well during your brief interaction. Was he seeing someone new? Did he actually quit drinking finally? Or was he just simply better off without you? While you wanted Adam to be happy, picturing him with someone else made your heart ache. You knew it was ridiculous to feel that way since you were sitting across the table from his former friend, but it still hurt. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Kenny asked, his voice laced with concern. “You kind of spaced out on me there. What’s on your mind?” Your stomach did a flip at the thought of explaining to Kenny what really was going through your mind, but lying wasn’t really your style. You took a chance and explained the run in you had with Adam earlier, altering the course of your night drastically. “…It was the first time I had been face to face with him in months. I’m sorry for bringing him up on our date, I just wanted to be honest and let you know where my head was at. I understand if you want to call it a night early.” Your eyes fell to your lap after your confession, while Kenny’s face was unreadable. Kenny’s next words made your blood boil.
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“I see,” he said flatly. “Take it from someone who has been through this countless times with Hangman. I’ve known him for a long time, spent many days and nights on the road with him and watching him sabotage anything and everything good that comes his way. He won’t change. You can’t change him. He’s a joke Y/N! You’re better off without him.” “How can you say that?! You were his best friend and I know you cared for him. And now, when he needs his friend the most, you toss him out like he’s a piece of trash!” your voice was elevated as your protectiveness over Adam resurfaced. Kenny chuckled through his words when he brought up his next point, “But, didn’t you leave him too? You might not have tossed him to the curb like you claim I did, but you just told me you hadn’t seen him in months. Word it however you want, sugar. You got tired of his drinking and need to wreck everything and left him just like the rest of us did.” Both of you deemed your date unsalvageable after your conversation, so you took an Uber back to your hotel- alone. You paced back and forth in your room, trying to calm your racing mind and make sense of what had happened at dinner. It wasn’t lost on you that you had committed the same offense against Adam like most of his friends did, but you had stuck around longer than anyone else. You tried everything you could to help him, loving him through all the rough days and drunken nights while sacrificing anything and everything you could for him. When you felt like you were being sucked down the same rabbit hole as him, you made the difficult choice to wave the white flag and save yourself.
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Anger started to turn into frustration which turned into tears and remorse over how you ended things with Adam. You were considering going on a run to help clear your mind and blow off steam when your phone vibrated on the table. Your heart leaped into your throat when you saw who it was from.
My Cowboy: I have been trying, Y/N. I’m trying to be better for myself, and for you. It may not seem like much, but I have cut way back on my drinking and I’m working on changing the thoughts that go through my head. I’ve been kicking myself all day for letting you walk away again. I should’ve held onto your arm tighter and made you stay and listen to what I wanted to say. I realize my words haven’t always matched up with my actions. I’ll do whatever I can to restore your faith in me.
Your heart was pounding against your chest as you read his words over and over again. You decided you were done with thinking. It was time to feel instead. You rapidly sent your reply to Adam:
My Girl: Room 1585. Hurry.
It took no time at all for a soft knock to tap against your door. With a deep breath, you opened it slowly, revealing the tall and handsome cowboy you fell in love with on the other side. You motioned for him to come in, and he did so cautiously. He knew he wasn’t in the clear yet, having many obstacles to overcome before he could regain your trust again. Adam tried to speak first, but you didn’t let him. Your words were rushed and almost frantic as they left your lips, “I hate how my bed still smells like you. I hate how you’re the first thought that crosses my mind in the morning and before I fall asleep at night. I hate that no matter how hard I tried, I never stopped thinking of you. I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry I gave up on you.” Adam closed the gap between you, cupping your cheek in his hand while looking deeply in your eyes. You felt yourself melt in his palm, his words making part of the wall around your heart crumble, “I realize now just how much of a problem my drinking and negative thoughts were. Looking back on how things ended between us, I understand why you left. You didn’t deserve all those late-night calls and texts, or me showing up at your door drunk off my ass. I put you in a terrible position time and time again, and you stayed longer than you should have. It’s me who is sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so sorry for all the trouble and pain I’ve caused you.” Adam rested his forehead against yours, a weight felt like it had been lifted off your shoulders hearing him apologize. This time it truly felt different. It felt like a real apology and not one that was meaningless like all the ones before. You knew you were done for after Adam brushed his nose against yours and whispered, “You know, you never really left me, Y/N. I always carried you with me in my heart. You’ve been my motivation to do better- to be better. I will show you that I’m worth one last chance.”
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Kissing your cowboy again was something you had dreamt about many times over the past few months. When your lips crashed against his, the kiss was even better than you could’ve imagined! He no longer tasted like whiskey, just pure sweetness, and love. You moaned into Adam’s mouth as your tongues danced together to an old familiar song, intertwining themselves and leaving you breathless. The air in the room was thick with desire, the temperature surely had risen at least 20 degrees! Hagman lifted you with ease, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist as he carried you over to the bed. He refused to let you go as he gently lowered you onto the mattress, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. What started out as pure sugar, quickly changed into spice as you and your cowboy practically ripped each other’s clothes off! Your body shivered against Adam’s once you were finally skin on skin, and you gasped when he slid himself inside of you. His movements were purposeful and deep as his tip brushed against your walls, hitting all the right spots! Adam cursed under his breath the more pleasure overtook him, and when your name fell from his lips in a breathy moan, you felt yourself start to unravel. “A-Adam! I’m so close. Please, don’t st-stop!” you cried out. Your words encouraged him to keep his pace, ultimately bringing you to your climax. His words elevated your orgasm that much more, “That’s it, my angel. Let yourself go all over me. God, you’re so beautiful!” You let out a contented sigh as you came down from your high and as you felt your cowboy pulsate against your walls as he filled you with his seed.
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Your heart felt whole as you laid in Adam’s embrace. The warmth of his body against yours was something you had missed dearly, and you felt like you could stay like this forever. The two of you had a long road ahead filled with hard work, patience, and love as you both try to make things right and start on a new journey. You had a sense of renewed hope after reuniting with Adam, and you could only pray that you would never have to experience your heart walking around outside of your body again.
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pairing: husband!kageyama x f!reader genre: fluff cw: none wc: ~4.2k
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You didn’t send it to her work address, did you?
Nee-san.
The messages he sent to his sister are still unanswered. The ones he looked at over a dozen times already. It’s been several days. With only so many left before the actual day is here, it’s making him antsy. He understood she’s busy. She had a life too.
This is not like her though. His sister, the doting sibling, sister-in-law, and aunt. The one who treats his daughter like she’s her own flesh and blood, alongside her own. 
His teammates must think he’s crazy at the number of times he keeps checking his phone.
The moving three dots keep popping up. Disappears. Then the typing bubble reappears. 
His sister is… He sighs, closing his locker. You do the same thing to him.
The locker room slams open.
“Tobio!” his teammate yells.
“Sto-”
In the midst of answering, a sound he’s been waiting for finally goes off on his phone.  
“Sto arrivando!” he yells back.
His teammate heaves a sigh. “Va bene.”
Kageyama makes sure the door closes behind his teammate before quickly opening his locker again to check his phone.
I’m so sorry, lil bro. The message didn’t send from before.
I don’t know her work address. She gave it to me for emergencies and I don’t know where I put it.
Check the tracking. 
He’s checked it a dozen times. The browser he had opened on the phone kept timing out.
“It hasn’t updated,” he says, typing the same response to Miwa.
There’s little he can do, but wait.
He ordered… His sister ordered two boxes of chocolate from her niece’s favorite chocolate shop and then packed and shipped it to him. Hers is a large rose flower bloomed with 10 petal-shaped chocolates. 
It’s probably stuck in customs.
Yours is an impulse buy for him. Its purpose is to imitate a bouquet of roses. Out of the entire box of twenty-nine rose buds and ten mini matcha leaves, you’ll eat what? Most of the matcha leaves and none of the rose buds. Maybe one or two and not the whole thing.
Before moving here, every few weeks, you spoil her. He knows from the numerous pictures of rose buds in ice cream cones or mini bouquets of colorful roses cluttering his phone. He doesn’t know if his daughter likes it for its looks or taste.  
If he knows her, she’s aware what day is fast approaching. Hopefully, you won’t remember. It’s not of importance to you. His daughter on the other hand… She keeps hounding him for details. What are you doing for Mommy? He won’t let on. When she’s not expecting a single thing, she wants to know why he’s being so secretive. One of the recipients is clearly her. The gifter is usually you though. This time it’s from him.
I know you did me a favor.
Sorry, he adds.
If you can’t or don’t eat it, then what’s the point of him buying it? 
More for his daughter.
Don’t worry about Sora. There’s a separate package coming from me with her favorite snacks and things.
If you don’t think it’ll arrive in time, why don’t you send her roses instead? She can’t eat all of the chocolate anyway. I know they use soybeans, but it has milk too…
He vaguely remembers you saying to get flowers.
An idea pops into his head.
Oh, you won’t be happy one bit.
Another text comes from his sister.
Do you need me to order it for you?
He sends off a response as the door to the locker room slams open again.
White Day
When you step through the all-glass revolving doors, a small crowd is at the receptionist’s desk. You can’t even see what the excitement is all about. As you pass by them, all you hear is:
“She’s so lucky…”
“They’re so beautiful…”
“He loves her so much…”
Along with a bunch of oohs and aahs.
A spot opens up. The glimpse you get of what they’re gushing over is greenery. 
Someone sent a plant? Why would a plant draw a crowd? They attracted bugs.
Another one leaves. 
What you see is the most gorgeous bouquet of long stemmed red roses. They took up almost one end of the glass surface. 
Wow, he really does love ‘em, but did he have to send it to work?
“Showoff.” You shake your head and walk to the elevators. Upon reaching them, another presses the up button. As you take the lanyard holding your badge out of the slip pocket of your briefcase bag, your hand grazes your phone. 
Should you get a picture of it to show him?
At the last minute you decide not to as the elevator doors open.
Footsteps sound behind you followed by a tap on your shoulder. 
“Signora Kageyama?”
“Yes?” 
When you turn, they point towards the front desk. 
You look over to see the receptionist frantically motioning for you to go back.
No, it can’t be. Why’d he do such a thing?
As much as you hate it, all eyes are on you as you walk over there. With the sharp click-clack sounds your heels make on the terrazzo floor, the last thing you want is to trip over your own two feet.
Luckily, you came inside from the cold not too long ago. The blast from the chilly winds making your face red should be able to mask the flush creeping up your neck and the heat you feel in your cheeks.
“What’s going on?”
Without looking up, the receptionist continues typing on the keyboard. “The roses are for you."
The crowd disperses when the intended recipient claims the bouquet. Here you thought they were for someone else.
“Who delivered this?”
The noise from her typing on the keyboard stops momentarily. “It’s from your husband.”
She watches you push the leaves, buds, and petals aside. When you pull the card out, it’s blank. Does he know it’s in here? Why bother including it if he’s not writing on it? 
He’s not one to write anything ever.
How do they know he’s the sender?
“Are you sure it’s for me?”
“If it’s for someone else, it wouldn’t have been sitting here for so long.” She notices your reluctance to accept it. "A security guard brought it over when I was helping another client.”
There’s no way she didn’t see who it was. Another client walked up to the counter hindering the chance for you to ask to check the visitor logs. 
“Trust me, it’s your husband. No one can mistake him,” she adds. 
Someone pats your arm before leaving. “Your husband loves you.”
With the briefcase and lanyard occupying both your hands, it’s difficult to pick up the bouquet. An ongoing debate of whether to go upstairs to your office first and then return for the flowers. 
Adjusting the strap to sling the bag over your shoulder and looping the lanyard over your head, the bouquet gets picked up.
“The VP of Marketing wants you to look over the contract for your husband…”
Everyone did a double take when you started working here. The last name caught their eye. Apparently, your husband is the most sought after athlete for modeling the company’s brand. 
He says no. It feels weird. He doesn’t want to work for you nor have you pay him. The thing is you’re not the boss. The money’s not yours. The other excuse is he doesn’t want you to be present. It’s not like you’re part of the actual shoot or design team. You deal with the financials. 
They don’t ask you to try to convince him because they know it puts you in a tough spot. All they tell you is make an offer he can’t refuse. With no limit to the budget, give him what he wants. 
He can’t hide it from you. The photos and spreads you’ll eventually see. What’s the issue? You don’t know whether it’s him or his publicist or PR team. It may be him telling them to decline it automatically if it’s from your company. It’s for a new line of suits. Anyone will kill for it. You definitely know someone who will. 
In all honesty, you’ve never actually outright asked him.
He discusses them with you. It’s not you in the spotlight. It’s him. What goes on through his head during, you have no clue. You don’t tell him what to do. He doesn’t tell you when you have decisions to make. It’s not how the relationship works. 
“The revised contract should be on your desk.”
There’s no way you can bring this home on your own. The entire bouquet is almost half the size of you. 
You pull two stems out and place them in front of the receptionist. “Have a lovely day.”
Guess you’re making rounds.
After a quick trip to the restroom to tidy your appearance and wash your hands, you turn the corner to the hallway where your office is. It's a surprise the lights are on. They’re off when you get there in the morning, go to lunch, leave for the day, and obviously, when you’re not there. 
A thing you hate is when this one annoying coworker keeps using your office and computer equipment. How do you know? They leave something behind on your desk. Things aren’t where they usually are when you return. It’s the docking station for your computer which you take home with you every night. They use yours, saying their own doesn’t work properly. Since you’re not physically in the office and instead of bothering IT, why not?
Why not lock your office? The cleaning crew has the master keys. They need to empty the trash and vacuum. There’s nothing valuable to lock up. 
It’s not necessarily your office and your computer. They designate a space for everyone. It has your name plate outside on the wall. Your personal belongings. 
Today, your laptop is on the docking station. You forget about the off-site meeting and rush out of there. The cup of coffee from this morning is still full, cold by now, sitting on the coaster. 
The closer you walk towards the office, you find the door is ajar. The remaining droplets of water are fling off from your hand. 
Maybe it’s time you give your coworker a piece of your mind. Do they not have any common sense when you're in the office today?
Since there’s not much one can see through the frosted glass, you peek inside the crack. What you think is a suit jacket draped on the back of the chair. They occupied your chair with their feet resting atop your desk... 
Who puts their feet on top of another’s desk?
This is the last straw. You push open the door and barge in. Something behind the door falls onto the floor without you noticing.
“Please get the fu-” The intruder tilts his head up to meet your gaze. The words die in your throat when you see a pair of dark blue eyes. Ones you see every day, when you wake up and when you go to bed, belonging to the person who means the world to you. The love and warmth in them. The sparkle in his eyes now.
Noticing your silence, your husband urges, “Care to finish your sentence?”
“off my desk…“ 
Tobio knows what you’re going to say. It’s what normally comes out of your mouth when someone offends or slights you. Mainly him at home. Your reaction doesn’t faze him one bit. “Is that how you talk to your coworkers?”
“You’re not my coworker.” 
As you turned to close the door, you shook your head to clear it. On second thought, you left it ajar. You didn’t want your colleagues gossiping about the closed door. “And here I thought a big hot shot was in the building. It turns out you’re the cause of the ruckus downstairs…”
You don’t show up at his place unannounced. Several times you’ve commuted over to wait for him. 
Deliveries happen all the time. Chocolates. Flowers. Fresh fruit arrangements. It always sits on the receptionist’s desk until the recipient picks it up. 
Others made comments about so and so receiving something. Then they tried to guess who.
The combination of him plus the hundred or so roses doesn’t go unnoticed.
“I’ll report you to HR for creating a hostile work environment.”
The audacity. 
Okay, you deserve it for the jab at him.
The number one reason why you can’t work with him. It brings back memories of high school. Him slacking off. Falling asleep. 
He’s gotten better. As long as it’s not school related.
Being annoying.
When you face him, his head’s tilting downwards, focusing on the portfolio in his lap. The way his shoulders are shaking, it’s obvious he’s trying not to laugh. You roll your eyes. “You don’t work here.”
“Yet.” He waves the leather portfolio, which contains the contract, in his hand. 
The briefcase and your coat is dropped onto a guest chair in front of the desk. Did he actually read it? “You know you walked into a trap by coming here.”
The VP must know he’s in the building.
“I chatted with him for a bit.” Your husband eyes the door. “He’s the one who left it ajar.”
Unless they already approached him while you were at the meeting.
“Off.” You swat at his legs, still on top of your desk, with the remaining roses in your hand.
He finally slides his legs off the desk. “Always wanted to do that.”
“Of course you did.” There isn’t an office at home. Why do you need one? For them two to invade?
“Take it up with the VP. He told me to make myself comfortable.” 
Your husband really did. An opened bottle of mineral water sat on top of your desk. It’s from the case you asked him to bring to your work after hours so you didn’t have to go out to buy any. He knew where it’s stored. “Oh? Are you going to listen to him or you’re going to listen to me?”
He pulls you into his lap, close enough for you to drop the flowers next to your keyboard.
You wrap your arms around his neck. “Get an office job. It suits you.” 
“And what would I do? It’s not for me. This is your territory.” 
You lean over and kiss his cheek. 
“Thanks,” you whisper in his ear. “I love you.”
Tobio turns his head, rubbing his nose against yours. The tip brushes yours a few times. When a smile forms on your face, he closes the distance in between.
The soft touch of his lips against yours reminds you of what you refrained from doing earlier.
“I didn't close the door,” you mumble, pulling away.
While you’re the only one who gets to see him like this, you can picture it now. The messages in chat. Someone may end up messaging you by mistake. Worse. An idiot will go click happy and send an all-staff email.
One may drop by to ask if you want to go to lunch. 
Which reminds you, you should show him the mountain of shoes under your colleague’s desk. 
It’s convenient for her. It’ll leave him speechless.
It’s not until you stare at your computer screen, at your daughter’s smiling face, that you notice your computer is unlocked too. “You figured out my password?”
He picks up the photo frame. “It’s not hard when you use dates.”
He knows the passcode to your phone too. It’s the only way he’ll remember them. “Fair point.”
“You should really change it.”
The picture doesn’t give any clue or hint to it.
His finger lingers briefly on the picture prior to placing the frame in its original spot. “She got her smile from you.”
What’s on the monitor catches your attention. 
A browser is opened on the second course menu at an elegant and refined restaurant. A locally renowned restaurant known for its chefs, fresh pasta, meat, fish, and homemade desserts. An atmosphere where proper attire is required. 
This one restaurant everyone talks about. The one with a long line outside once their doors open. A reservation is hard to come by. They need to book weeks or months in advance. Even if there is an opening, the waitlist usually deters patrons away. 
It doesn’t interest you. What you want to know if he has a meeting there.
You grab a biscotti from the tray of snacks. “Do you have-”
“Is this what you do all day?” he interrupts, not letting you finish.
“Do?” 
He points to the biscuit when you take a bite of it. 
“I’m hungry.” Yes, you snack here and there. On site, they have a smoothie bar, a drink machine (non-alcoholic), and a snack bar. It’s mainly for staff. Clients can utilize it too.
This he knew. You showed him which floor had what. Someone had to have brought him it. No way he went himself because he didn’t eat any of this junk. Willingly. Plus, he didn’t have a badge for the elevator. It didn’t mean another couldn’t swipe theirs for him.
No coffee this morning. You place the other half in his mouth to shift slightly to check your cup. It’s empty.
He notices. “I dumped it and washed the cup.”
How long has he been here? 
“Uh, no… I don’t do this all day.” The meeting from earlier. The contract you have to review. There’s probably more meetings on your calendar. 
You wave at the bunch of roses. “How many of these did you send?” 
He moves them to the side. “How many do you think there were?”
“Um…” Somewhere along the way, you lost count. The number left you know. “Were they delivered or-”
“Hand delivered it.”
Why didn’t he leave it and go? “At least a 100?” 
Tobio glances at them briefly. “I knew you would give most of it away.” 
“Now you’re giving away flowers, wait, not just flowers, roses to every one of my colleagues." You attempt to push yourself off the chair. 
He draws you back against him. “It’s not what I meant.”
While you try to figure it out, your husband studies your features. Seconds turn into a minute. A soft, quick kiss lands on your mouth.
“A total of 101.” He reaches for the wireless mouse to open a new browser. When he tries to explain to you, most of the time he ends up stumbling over his own words. It’s better if he shows you. 
It’s the same discussion you had with the CEO’s secretary. It’s why it took you so long to come back to your office. A lot of people asked how many were there in the huge bouquet.
“How many do you have left?”
Not only did he embarrass you at work, he knew you were going to give ‘em away. 
You don’t have a preference. Gut tells you to choose twenty. The meaning behind it doesn’t apply. Twenty-one is also a contender. Since it's someone else’s number, he won’t be happy. 
Only one vase resides in your office. Others will gladly lend you theirs if you ask. You’ll need five or six more? And what do you do with all 101? Watch the petals fall off one by one and have your office floor full of them?
No, it’s better if you could brighten up someone’s day. It’s why you visited the executive office, HR, the design team, marketing, merchandising and buying, stylists, graphic designers, etc. You’ve lost count of where else you’ve gone.
It made you realize the vast amount of employees who worked in the building. The execs had offices and you had one for obvious reasons, for the sensitive information you handled.
The other floors don’t take nearly as long since they're open collaborative spaces, meeting rooms, studios, and recreational areas.
Everyone’s busy.
“Nine.” 
A manageable amount. His old number.
His presence stops you from picking up a rose to pluck the petals to dump on him. He’s never in your part of the city unless there’s an important matter. “Why are you here?”
Your eyes fall on the jacket. “Press conference?
“Interview?"
What he’s wearing… 
He had no tie. The top two buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned. “Another gig?”
Tobio’s scanning the menu. “I have a reservation soon.”
“Oh, okay.” This time you successfully hop off the chair, patting him on the shoulder. “You should get going. Don’t want to be late.”
He stops what he’s doing. “Do you not know what today is?”
There’s only four dates you have to remember. His birthday. Your daughter’s birthday. Wedding anniversary. The day of high school graduation…
It’s coming up, but it’s not today, is it?
“I don’t… really care.” You walk to the guest chairs, picking up your coat to hang.
An arm suddenly encircles your waist, holding you still. “Can we stay like this?”
While you’d love to, you’re on the clock. Him being there when you try to work isn’t a good idea.
He’s a distraction.
You gently remove his arm. “Unfortunately not.”
He leans into you, whispering against your hair. “The reservation is for us.”
Unless your calendar is free the rest of the day, you can’t. “I have stuff to do.” 
“No, you don’t.” The coat is taken out of your hand and placed back on the chair. 
He led you back around the desk. When he sat down, you tried to leave once more. “We’re going.”
He pulls you onto his lap. “We don’t have any other time. Our daughter waits for us to come home every night.” 
“I don’t want to-”
“Didn’t you just say you were hungry?”
It’d be the worst timing if your stomach growls. “Fine, fine.”
“Without looking at the dessert part of the menu, can you make sure there’s something you can eat?”
On the screen, the font is too small. It's a script or a type of it. The color is too light on a white background. No matter how hard you squint, it’s useless. It strains your eyes. “I can’t read it.”
The way he’s rubbing your calves with his fingertips attributes to your inability to focus.
“I didn’t remember what you wore this morning.” He gestures to the bag you knocked off the door when you barged in earlier. “If you don’t like what I brought, go borrow something from the studio. I’m sure they have something.”
You look down at the cropped blazer. The long sleeves are pulled up almost to your elbows. The only thing off is the slit at the ankle of your pants. “What is wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“I-I-I…” He laughs nervously. “You look like my publicist.”
You look like…? 
Was that a compliment or an insult? 
He went out with them on a normal basis? You didn’t pay much attention. It’s not like you kept tabs on your husband.
“Why does it matter? I’m at work and this is what I wear. I’m not playing hooky like you.” Again. He makes up for it though. It's not worth sacrificing personal time. “I’m not changing.”
Tobio picks up the portfolio. 
“It’s just missing my signature?” He fishes for a pen out of your organizer.
Your job is to look over the contents, return it to marketing, and they give it to PR who contacts your husband’s team, not him to sign it without a representative.
The cover is pulled over his hand on the desk. “I can’t have you sign without someone present.”
He can’t without knowing the details. You don’t understand the full legalities.
“They’ll give you the rest of the day off if I sign this.” When you don’t budge, he tries to lift you off his lap with one arm. 
“No.” He’s not signing it for you. You pull his hand out of the portfolio and push it further down the desk. “Our PR team will send it to yours.”
It slips past the tips of his fingers when he tries to stop it. It ends up sliding off and hitting the floor. 
“y/n.” His arm tightens around you. “Move.”
Does he not know the chair has wheels?
You grab onto the armrests. “No.”
“y/n.”
When his arm loosens, you scramble off and run to retrieve the portfolio. “I’m bringing this to the VP.” 
As you’re a few steps from yanking the door open and exiting the office, the door gets pushed shut. 
It’s not going to end well for you. His hand remains on the door handle. “Open the door.”
He pauses long enough to lock it. “No." 
Finally, he puts a hand on the door on each side of your head. 
Clutching the portfolio tight against your chest, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before turning to face him. “What do you want?”
You’re not giving up the portfolio or changing your outfit. 
He strokes your cheek gently, leaning down to kiss you. 
“Hand it over or I’ll get it myself.”
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vhschalamet · 2 years
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pairing: timothée chalamet x reader
synopsis: timothée makes you feel on top of the world.
word count: 0.6k
warnings: mentions of drug use (duh they're high), lightly edited
a/n: just a lil something i came up with while watching timothée edits on tiktok :p hope u like it as much as i do! <333
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timothée coming over was always the highlight of your month. busy schedules and time zones often prevented you from spending much time together. so whenever the opportunity presented itself, you took it with no hesitation.
you two were currently in your bed, the only light source coming from the muted tv positioned next to your bed. timothee's head resting on the pillow, while yours was at the foot of the bed.
you were comfortable. you always were with him. this was something that came easy to you just hours after first meeting. you never expected to become friends with the academy award nominated actor—but you were sure glad your stars aligned.
“do you think you can read my mind?” he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.
he was the one who suggested you two smoked tonight. the smirk plastered on his face was too tempting for you to say no. it was always so fun with him.
laughing out of pure confusion, you respond with a simple “what?”
“like,” he starts, a slight smile playing upon his lips as he struggles to find his words.
that was when the laughter took over.
nothing was particularly funny. the giddiness of the night was just so much you right now—and it felt good to finally let it out.
the excitement quickly filled your body, making you sit up to hold your now aching side.
timothee followed you, his face was littered with confusion. at least from what you could see through your tears. “what’s so funny?” he lightly chuckles.
trying your best to respond but instead finding yourself leaning your head on his shoulder.
his laugh was small at first. a few chuckles here and there. but it was when you snorted, that he joined you. the air between you now hot and happy.
it was a couple more moments before the laughter died down. collecting yourself, you gently wipe the tears from your eyes, a couple giggles spilling out here and there.
high from both the weed and your laughter, timothée takes his turn to nuzzle into you. your pony boy. his curls brushing lightly over your exposed shoulder send chills down your spine. any small touch from him sets you off. heart now fluttering as you try your best to calm yourself. timmy's breath fanning over your skin wasn’t helping.
he lifts his head up slightly, turning it to look you in the eyes. he looked tired. utterly beautiful as the light from the tv bounces off him. and his eyes were full of something you only ever caught glimpses of. something you could only describe as pure love.
his dopey eyes drop down to your lips, your nerves finally catching up to you as you await his next move.
he leaves a gentle peck on your cheek, leaving you disappointed for a moment.
he waits a second before wrapping his arm around your front, pulling you slightly closer to him, you were now fully aware of your contact. eyes back on yours, he smiles ever so slightly. “can i kiss you?” eyes flickering down to your lips.
“yes.” was all you could manage.
your hands slowly find their way to his hair, offering yourself completely to him.
the kiss was soft in the most yearned way possible. he gave everything into this kiss. it was simple, but that’s all you need to know he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.
unsure if it was your high or your longing for timothée, but you were absolutely aware of everything.
the way his lips hovered above yours, silently asking if you were sure about this. the burn of his touch, something you’ve only ever dreamed about until now.
everything was him in this very moment.
but he reluctantly pulls way before it can go any further, his gaze on yours. and you could swear his eyes are the prettiest they've ever been as he mumbles, “i’m not sure i can stop, mon ange.”
“then don’t.”
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railroad-migraine · 2 years
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Hello! hope you're having a nice day! idk if you finished watching the Arcane series, but Can I request the Campaign 3 characters being with someone that is kinda like Jinx from arcane, basically (builds bombs, weapons, and just crazy invention.) Take your time tho!!
❤️ It's my birthday this weekend, so here's a lil prezzie for you guys ❤️
This took a long time because it took me ages to finish watching Arcane 👀 (so darn busy lately) I absolutely loved it, and I love Jinx. I am happy to combine Arcane and CR :3
Requests are open, as per usual! I'm still catching up on older requests because I've been preoccupied, but I always welcome new ideas :3
~ Poet
Dating an Inventor!Reader
Ashton
Lives and breathes for the chaos you're capable of. Acts like a kid in a candy shop when they visit your work space, scooting closer next to you on the bench and peering over your shoulder, asking questions and pointing to every tool and device in sight. Sometimes they bring Fresh Cut Grass along, who's just as curious about your creations.
Asks if you'd help design or upgrade his glass hammer - think of all the damage you guys could cause together as a team! Ashton definitely has some creative input if their own, making suggestions here and there on how come up with something completely original.
Promises to introduce you to Milo - they got so excited when Ashton told them that he was dating a fellow tinker, and you guys immediately hit it off the moment you stepped into the Krook House.
Chetney
Initially is wary of your use of non-wooden materials. Frankly, you intimidate him with your affinity for working with metals and weapons instead of wooden toys.However, that wariness he had for you slowly melted away and became admiration - your crafts, while different, do contrast and complement each other.
He makes matching little toolboxes for you both - one for his woodworking tools, the other for your welding gear and spanners. They have your respective names carved on the outsides, but yours is followed by a small heart. Chet claims he didn't mean for it to happen, but you know he's just trying to hide his softer side.
There's something so wrong but also so right about your enemies seeing a glimpse of a teeny werewolf foaming at the mouth with his bomb-throwing, explosion-causing significant other by his side in the middle of combat. It's such a chaotic vision.
Dorian
He's so out of his depth when you talk to him about your latest breakthrough. Blue boi is of... Well, blue blood, a Prince in some contexts and a bard by trade. You're so focussed and passionate about the tech side of your craft that he zones out completely. No thoughts, head empty, except he mentally begins writing a song about his beloved and charming mad scientist.
You better believe he's gonna attempt to make something out of metal for you as a gift. He tried to be romantic, welded copper petals together to try form a rose of some sort, but eventually gave up and decided to leave the inventing and crafting to you - but you kept the metal rose anyway in a vase at your desk.
Whatever you do, do not leave him alone with your explosive inventions. You once caught him fiddling with one of your latest experiments in your workshop, shaking it by his ear thinking it was some sort of puzzle box to be solved. You had to practically jump on his back to snatch it before he set it off the paint bomb and ruined his lustrous hair and favourite outfit.
Fearne
Steals all sorts of scrap metal or half-working devices she finds scattered across your travels. Like a cat leaving gifts by their owner's doorstep, Fearne frequently skips to your side with bits and bobs she has collected, hoping they can be of use to you.
She loves to help out however she can! You need some metal to be more malleable? She's ready with Burning Hands to melt it a little. You're missing a specific type of screw or bolt to fix an old machine? You're lucky she has the little bag of them that she's collected over the years - she always knew they'd come in handy eventually.
On more than one occasion you've reported missing inventions, only to find Little Mister suspiciously hiding something vaguely familiar behind his back like the little menace he is. Fearne says he's got busy fingers and he doesn't understand that the inventions are yours - like mother like son, you suppose.
Imogen
She likes to read her books and catch up on notes concerning magic when you're working hard, offering advice on how to magically charge the latest weapon you're working on. She'll never admit it, but the reason why she smiles and chuckles so much to herself when she's with if is because she can hea your frustrated thoughts.
She insists that a tidy workspace means a tidy mind and helps you label drawers, shelves and organise your desk so it's neat and functional. Having control over you environment is one of the best things about being a craftsperson, so she definitely encourages the opportunity to make it your own.
When she's trying to escape the swarm of voices in her head, she often sneaks into your workshop to help decorate some of the more harmless inventions you come up with. When she dips the brush in the paint, swipes it across the metal shield, and takes in the quiet tick-tick-ticking of your spanner or screwdriver, her headache finally fades away. It's almost therapeutic.
Laudna
She admires your creativity so dearly. She enjoys perching on your desk and watching you fiddle with cogs and metal sheets and magic, cocking her head and considering your latest project as you hold it up to the light.
She loves to add personal touches to finished inventions - a small animal skull here, a beautiful piece of lace there, and ooh that gold leaf would look oh so darling on that explosive device, don't you agree?
Offers to name some of the little bombs or robots you build - Pâté and Sashimi respectively contributing to the list whenever inspiration strikes. You learn quickly that she has an affinity for food themed names ("Toffee" is a nickname for your sticky-slime bombs, and "Chorizo" is the high tech baton you cobbled together). You've had to keep a notebook handy for whenever a new 'baby name's comes to her mind.
Orym
When the party is backed into a corner and surrounded by enemies, he gives you a confirming nod of the head - the go ahead to use your latest inventions.
While he generally prefers to keep a calculated and low profile, when a distraction or destruction is required, he trusts you with his entire being to handle the situation. Whether it be smoke bombs, explosives, a knife that has magic runes engraved into the blade, Orym knows you have just what the situation calls for.
He always has a handkerchief at the ready to swipe smudges of grease, paint, soot etc etc off your face like the mother hen that he is. Sometimes he forgets though, so when you kiss his forehead there's a mouth-shaped smudge leftover as evidence.
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killemwithkawaii · 2 years
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Okay, so, I sometimes ageregress and I think Sal would too tbh. If you don't know what ageregressing is, it's basically age play without the sexual undertones (dressing up, being in the mindset of a child, having childish interest but more like an episode, you are still a functioning adult). Since Sal didn't get to be a child for that long because of the accident and bullying he could be a child with me as an adult fbjsicjsjsj
It would be so adorable to see him play with action figures or having tea parties with his s/o and plushies TvT
And Larry would be probably really chill about that too. Just imagine lil Sal talking really excitedly about his favorite color and Larry being like: "Woah, dude, that's so sick. Blue n pink really are special my guy"
It would be so adorable drzhdgjg >v<
I've actually answered an ask about Sal being an age regressor! Here's some more headcannons about it:
Sal as an age regressor-
[CW: SFW age regression/ little space, mentions of past trauma and abuse]
>This is likely something Sals therapist recommended when medication wasn't quite cutting it for him. Now that Sal's an adult and has the power and competence to make his own decisions, age regression could be a way for him to reclaim that part of his life where he was put into bad situations and didn't have any sort of control over how things turned out. He can use it as a tool to try and experience some of the childhood joy that was robbed of him when he was actually a kid in a safe and comfortable setting, free of grief, trauma, bullying, hospital stays, and adults with substance abuse problems.
>I'd expect him to regress to around the age he was when he got his injury to a few years older (a general range, probably not a specific age).
>It would probably be really hard for him to get into the mindset. Letting down his guard and forgetting about his self-consciousness and personal baggage takes a lot of practice, plus acting like a kid can dig up some bad memories by association. Most of the time, he half-regresses- not too big to relax and enjoy himself, but not too small to defend himself and snap back to being 'big' if need-be.
>He'd be EXTREMELY hesitant to let anybody know about his age regression or see him regressing, let alone be his caretaker, because it's such a vulnerable mindset to be in (he got enough shit when he was actually a kid, he doesn't need anybody judging him for acting childlike on top of all the other stuff people judge him for as an adult). Gizmo is the one exception, since he's been a major source of comfort for Sal since he was an actual child.
>A fellow age regressor would have better luck catching a glimpse of Sals 'little' side. He'd love to have someone to hang out with that likes video games and cartoons as much as he does!
>His friends DO find out (because he's a horrible liar). Larry finds the concept a little weird at first (because he was always encouraged to 'grow up'/ 'be a man'/ etc.), but totally gets it when he and Sal go to catch frogs at the lake or do some finger painting together and he sees Sal let loose like never before. Ash takes it in stride (it feels just like when she and her little brother were kids) and loves Sals genuine enthusiasm for doing craft projects with her and playing out dramatic storylines with her 'little dudes'. Todd goes down a rabbit hole researching the phycological mechanisms behind age regression and its applications in therapy, and is happy that Sal is using healthy coping mechanisms in tandem with his medication to help improve his mental health (he also gives Sal all the computer games that his parents gave him as a kid).
Also:
Me 🤝 Sal "Pink and blue are the best colors (we'll be in our blanket fort if you wanna fight us about it)"
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taegularities · 6 months
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! Brief trigger: this is not exactly a rant, it’s a story time but a very long one, pls bear with me 🥲 (also my first ask so there’s that)
Been following you for a while now Rid, I’ve mostly read your standalone fics like love me better, begin, silk & stones, stars behind waves & tale of broken hearts. I consider myself as the type who likes gut wrenching angst that ends in happy ending or at least a feeling of hope at the end. These ones like you had promised, were definitely angst heavy (esp the vmin fics). I prefer not to touch long series coz I fear I might lose interest midway thru & might end up thinking I wasted lots of time reading it since it often happens that authors end up adding bunch of filler scenes in between & im one who doesn’t like that.
So for the longest time I actually ignored cmi, until the amc thing came up & the some of the questions relating to the character arcs were def intriguing for me, & I thought ‘why not just give this one a go?’ The word count for cmi looked quite scary😶 so I took inspiration from seven & tried finishing from start till the recent update within seven days (…peak stupidity LoL) & GOD THE ANGST. I couldn’t help but take a blanket over my head to tear down through the rough patches that followed in midway through the fic…literally every scene was so detailed, it almost felt like I was looking at two people I closely knew & felt sorry for to suffer the miseries of being apart because of the conflicts they’d been facing.
Even if I actually succeeded in completing the 200k wc (the fastest & longest record for me) I was able to enjoy the fic. Maybe coz you actually understand the pacing of the slow burn and wrote their arcs so carefully which allowed the reader to slowly unveil their personalities, their flaws, their growth throughout the fic. I kinda skipped the drabbles in between (i did skim through but didn’t actually focus on them alot) coz the goal was to first read through the main storyline then take my time to unwind & re-read the drabbles after. Honestly this work might be my fav one from you, or any Jungkook fic I’ve read in the entirety of this website. Just wanted to say thanks for crafting such a wonderful piece of literature for us, im thrilled to read further what lays in store for jk & oc after they talked through their differences & patched up. And after reading so much pining that went behind in the past 9(?) parts, I’d actually love only fluff and warmth for this couple (me as angst enthusiast saying this✋🙂). And yes, I’m waiting for the cmi drabble (seven mv jk cross over with cmi jk is an unimaginable menace 🫠) and future parts to be posted sooner too! This couple has my heart💛
this was your first ask?! to lil ole me? 😭 omg hope you still see this one!! i wasn't around much when you sent it, then it got buried – but today i remembered it again and wanted to say hi 🥺
first of all, tysm for reading so many of my fics, and such long ones, too!! like, lmb is a huge ass piece, so im really happy you gave it a shot and enjoyed it, too 🥺 and like, same goes for cmi. it's also so lovely to know that people try out stuff on my page that they usually wouldn't – so it melts my heart that you gave cmi a chance and grew to love it as well!! angst, ikr? me too, i could live off of it :') LOL NOT THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE. that's actually so amusing and sweet 🤣 i know the word count is crazy and the chapters tend to get very long, but... i know i'm repeating myself, but i'm incredibly thankful that you tuned in. if you ever want, do read through the drabbles, too, since i think they give a deeper glimpse into the characters' flaws and personalities – no pressure tho!!
once again, thank you. it means the world to me to know you loved it so much. like, fav fic? please i'll sob :'') a lot of fluff incoming (but angst too, so fret not), and i truly hope you enjoy the rest as well. drop by anytime, seriously, i'd love to talk about cmi or anything with you whenever you like!! 🥺🤍
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@ahogedetective asked: ❝ "Kokichi.. " He softly calls out. Then once he's close enough, Shuichi will pull him into a gentle embrace, arms wrapped around his waist as he gives him a kiss. He then hoists him up in his arms, giggling in between the series of kisses that he delivers to his face. "...Hi. Heheh... Happy White Day, Koki. If you don't mind, I would like to steal you away for a moment." He snickers, before carrying Kokichi to their room. This time, Shuichi had wanted to set up his own little surprise, so he pretended that he needed an hour to clean the room.
He uses his back to push the door open. Then when he does a small twirl to turn them around, Kokichi will see that Shuichi created a blanket fort. On two low-end tables right outside the blanket fort, were lit candles that gave off a nice jasmine scent. The fort itself was filled with blankets and many pillows. Rose petals were scattered about the mattress, and there was a big bed tray in the center. On it were two plates and forks, a purple velvet cake with dark chocolate frosting dyed black with food coloring, a couple of DVDs laid by the table.... and then also on the table; was a white cat plush shaped like a heart, having a close resemblance to Beignet... and a small vase of red and purple roses, a checkerboard patterned ribbon wrapped around the vase.
As he gently sets Kokichi down, he asks: "S... So! What do you think? I... probably wasn't that sneaky about it, but this was the real reason I was "cleaning" in here for so long: so I could set up this little surprise for you! Like how you wowed me with that lovely surprise when I came home on Valentine's Day... " He hums, eagerly bouncing on his feet to see how Kokichi will love the little set up for their romantic night. "I thought it'd be nice if we had a movie date night! Maybe watch some so-bad-it's-good movies to make fun of and laugh together over, while all nice and snuggled up... " And then gesturing Kokichi to climb inside the fort with him, he'll continue once they're settled in: "... While enjoying some cake I made for us! With our colors, hehe... and the roses petals for that, well.... e-extra romantic touch!" His smile turns just the slightest shy as he says that, and cheeks turning a light red. "And those... " He gestures towards the roses and cat plushie. "Are a little something for you, something cute I thought you might like, hehe. I hope you love it... and that you'll have a wonderful time tonight! Just like I know I will with you... " And leans against him, one hand intertwining with one of Kokichi's as he gazes lovingly at him... (A lil something for White Day!! I hope u likey, hehe~!🐱🎂🛏 ) ❞ ( White Day ask! )
Kokichi knew Shuichi was up to something, although he had had the common courtesy to pretend otherwise. That hadn't, however, stopped him from anticipating whatever it was. He could be a bit of a pacer, only stopping himself by hopping up on the kitchen table and attempting to distract himself with his phone. Shuichi's voice brought an instant smile to his face, phone shoved back into his pocket. He slid right off of the table and eagerly into Shuichi's embrace, humming happily while his arms looped across Shuichi's shoulders. "I was starting to get bored," he joked, grin brightening as Shuichi lifted him up. He couldn't suppress a giggle at the barrage of kisses. "So you did remember!" Kokichi said, eyes aglow with mischief. "Happy White Day, beloved." He pressed his lips to Shuichi's for a brief, sweet kiss. "This better mean you have a surprise for me," he murmured against his lips, snickering as he leaned back. As the door was pushed open and Kokichi caught a glimpse of said surprise, he lit up.
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Once firmly back on the ground, he bounced on his heels, returning right to Shuichi's arms so he could pull him down into another kiss. "Oh no," he began between kisses, "you're not sneaky at all." He leaned back after ruffling Shuichi's hair, then trotted over to the blanket fort. "But that's okay because my beloved knows just the way to my heart." He eagerly clambered in after Shuichi, hands instantly reaching for the plush cat and grinning. "You're too good at getting me gifts. It's not fair." There wasn't a trace of complaint across his face, however. Instead, he leaned into Shuichi, lips curved into a warm smile. "The roses, the movies, the fort—you're way smoother than you let on. I'm totally wooed." He leaned up to catch Shuichi's lips with his own again, this time deepening the kiss. His fingertips traced along Shuichi's jawline, the hint of a smirk pressed into the kiss. Finally, he broke away. "Even if the rose petals are kinda corny." Corny wasn't bad, however. He sighed, some combination of false sadness and genuine contentment behind it. "I would make out with you for like thirty minutes for this, but I don't want the cake to go stale before I get to try it." There was that teasing, ridiculous smile.
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eggpuffs · 2 years
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I seriously just yesterday spammed my group chat praising Cinderella 2015 and being sad it's not on Disney plus (so I watched 1997 for the gazillion time ❤️). I just HAVE STRONG FEELINGS about 2015 being the best recent live action. It added to the story without making it unrecognizable, didn't convolute a simple fairytale, gave us a graceful and strong lead without being in your face. The costumes and sets are beautiful. It's 1am so I can't express myself fully. But 2015 was a great movie and makes me happy. - a v sleepy different Cinderella fan
HOW IS IT NOT ON DISNEY PLUS! HOW! BUT YES 1997 IS WONDERFUL TOO, also super sweet and i love the songs and cast! 💖🥺
cinderella 2015 has been my favorite recent live action remake as well! i just think the artistry of that film was so incredible, like you can seriously take any shot from that film and it would look like a painting (and i think someone on tumblr has actually done that with a bunch of gorgeous gifsets, so pretty).
YES THOUGH i loved the extra details and i'm sad they took out the part from the deleted scenes with ella writing a letter to kit and going to meet him in the forest again (but the letter getting intercepted by the duke) :"( but aLAS it was still great!! and kit going to search for her with the slipper too :") AND THE MUSICCC
i think i also just really liked how they built up how part of the reason why ella stayed was because this was her family home and she wanted to take care of it.
OH ALSO another one of my favorite parts lKJASFD was how anastasia complimented how pretty cinderella was when they were at the ball before she got smacked by her mom. love the lil glimpse of how the stepsisters could've been if they weren't so badly influenced. :"(
a million lil thoughts but YES ALL THE LOVE, thank you for sharing your feelings too!! 💖💖💖
-another sleepy cinderella fan lKJASDF💖💖💖
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theskyexists · 11 months
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FLAMES! FLAMES!!!!! ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE!!!!!
okdamn yeah that went completely differently than i extrapolated instantly which i knew ofc
how does ‘not involving suletta’ translate to taking aerial away from her
SULETTA LOOKS SO HAPPY TALKING ABOUT THEM GETTING MARRIED OH MY GODDDD!!!!!! thats kind of different from how i imagined things would go!!! i mean not very different but damnnnnn SHES OPENLY LIKE; WE’RE GETTING MARRIED :D :D :D
she wants to see miorine bc she knows she said something that’s....OFF
BUT FUCKING ELAN SHOWS UP
the lesson guel drew from all of that was: i want to rebuild the killer-machine company that my dad built. i mean...understandable? but he really has not used a single shred of his experience to think about wider social implications. so hes taking over as president - but - he’s re-enrolling? what.
‘but now i can move forward, you taught me how’ HUUUUUHHHH? he lost everything because he lost to Suletta. She gave him one lil phrase and praised his fighting (he was jealous of her ‘good parent’ and he became infatuated) then he ran away to work as a prole and he killed his dad. he was kidnapped, held hostage, a poor earthian girl died in his arms due to a benerit group attack. and he learned to ‘move forward’ BECAUSE OF SULETTA???????????? ah he actually fell in love with her. lol. i guess she....was a beacon to him maybe? never got any sense she was
WOW SULETTA IS LIKE WOWWWWWWW. BUT SHE HAS SOMEONE WHO IS PRECIOUS TO HER. WHAT. THEY ARE GOING EXTREMELY MAINTEXT.
why is Miorine going along with Prospera’s bargain. she’s dumber than i thought.....
WHAT THE FUCK. why go in for jeturk as an ally when its become such a shit company??
‘reclaim your bride from suletta’ JFC. (very sexy way of saying it) and she didnt even tell suletta. she doesnt trust her at alll. she really is manouvering to take aerial away from suletta?????? without her knowledge or consent. without explaining herself??? this is so shit lol.
surely prospera didn’t want to lose aerial to jeturk????
wow miorine is the worst. she really looked at suletta and thought: i love you but you’re so god! DAMN! DUMB! im gonna manipulate you as hard as your mother ever manipulated you.
shes being so stupid. and guel should have said much louder: there are no worlds without gundams. (you’re being an idiot.)
GUEL CLAIMS TO LOVE SULETTA BUT GOES ALONG WITH MIORINE’S PLAN OF RUINING SULETTA’S LIFE HOLY SHIT
so iguess it really is prospera’s plan almost entirely. get a Big House ally through the marriage game. Not sure how that will help Miorine become president though when Jeturk is in the shitter
isnt guel scared hes gonna get a big ptsd moment right now. i wrote this just before he had a big ptsd moment
OH MY GOD. this is exactly the thing i was like - gunning for - because SULETTA NEVER GOT TO HEAR MIORINE SAY: I WILL STAY BY YOUR SIDE FOREVER IN RESPONSE
wow suletta actually fell in love. and she ACTUALLY PROPOSED DURING A DUEL AND WAS STABBED IN THE FUCKING BACK!!!!!!!!!! WOW FUCK THIS SHIT!!!!!!
I must conclude that prospera does not AT ALL care about Suletta. it’s settled. All she cares about is seeing glimpses of eri through her helmet.
ok so i guess prospera inferred correctly that miorine wanted to remove suletta from dueling, gundams and battle entirely. miorine correctly inferred that aerial is the link that allows prospera to control her most directly. the ‘thing’ that made suletta into a killer. But she’s so damn naive to think she can somehow cut suletta out of the whole game. that prospera would ever keep her word. that this would ever turn out well. THIS SUCKS!!!!!!!! THIS FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!
I WANT TO THROTTLE MIORINE
NOT JUST THAT. BUT SHE MADE IT SEEM LIKE SULETTA FAILED HER!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE HER!!!!!!!!!!!! FOR BEING THIS DUMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I THOUGHT SHE WAS SMARTER!!!!!!!!!!
but shes just a sixteen year old princess after all.
she admits to it immediately. now dont fucking lie
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. SHE LIES!!!!!!!!!!! SHE LIES!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS STUPID FUCKING IDIOT GIRL!!!! WHERE DOES SHE THINK SULETTA IS GONNA GO??????????? WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE CHARACTERS THAT GO: oh i love you so much so i’ll just decide FOR YOU to ‘protect’ you and not tell you about it at all - sacrifice myself to the power game and chase you away.
shes repeating not just prospera but also her DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
she responded so intelligently to prospera - i thought she’d be smarter
GUEL AND MIORINE ARE BOTH COMPLETE PSYCHOPATHS. THEY CLAIM TO LOVE SULETTA THEN TAKE EVERYTHING LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE THING AWAY FROM HER. FUCK THIS!!!! FUCK !!! THIS!!!!!!
i hate plots like this, because i find it so hard to forgive the characters that do this. i find it so nearly impossible. i hope she fucking dies. throw the whole girl in the fucking furnace. fuck off. stupid ass shit rich idiot dumb scumbag
how will the fix this? how will they fucking fix this???? when she repeats exactly the fears that suletta had implanted by elan?? how the FUCK are they going to fix this im so goddamn fucking angry. i thought it was going to GRUESOME. this isn’t gruesome it’s INFURIATING
DID MIORINE REALLY SAY: i sabotaged you, because i didnt want you, and also you cant help me now byeeeeee
suletta....is gonna go back to prospera? she has no one else? what the fuck
what the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
why would she play it like this? why? i just.....what kind of stupid ass fucking bullshit is this. WHAT THE FUCK I HATE PLOTS LIKE THIS I HATE THE WRITERS I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH
what stupid ass grown-up would vote for a 17-year-old as president ANYWAY??????
Guel and Miorine really listening to this shit. aren’t the rules that hes holder and can’t refuse?
I hope they die, i hope they both die. I hope they suffer. i know guel suffered and i was like: oh poor poor kid. oh no. and now he’s doing to suletta exactly the same thing: making her lose everything.
Miorine is doing to her what Prospera does AND what Delling did to her. Cycles of abuse or whatever.
they wrote this purely for the stupid nonsensical heartbreak. really? you’re telling me miorine thought: you know what - prospera is too fierce an enemy - instead, i will tear suletta’s heart apart just to have her.............? land in prospera’s arms again?
she’s an idiot.
I can’t even...i can’t even think of a single thing they could do to miorine that would soothe my heart. to publicly, in front of all their fucking friends, and the whole world , to tell her these things, absolutely destroy everything they had and tell her to fuck off and nothing was ever real when she was PROPOSING. i cant think of anything nothing like nothing. i cannot see how i could ever forgive her. its ironic i read a fanfic in which suletta does something similar (not as bad) to miorine by forfeiting. and i was so upset i was like: they talked about it i guess but my heart is not soothed.
i cannot fathom how my heart could be soothed in this canon case
SO IRONIC THAT I WROTE THE OPPOSITE TO THIS. THE EXACT FUCKING OPPOSITE. THAT I REALLY THOUGHT MIORINE WAS SMARTER THAN THIS
Why the fuck is miorine being so cruel? i hope she dies. i hope earth house tells her to fuck off. i hope she cries alone in her bed every day. i hope she realises she made a huge mistake. i hope she understands she lost her greatest ally and friend. i hope she gets that she did the wrong thing in every respect - morally, strategically, interrelationally. I hope she suffers - not unrelated suffering. not unrelated fucking lessons like guel somehow learned - stupid ass prince shithead he remains. I hope she gets that prospera wont keep her fucking word. i hope she understands that she did to suletta what her father did to her. I hope she has to go crawling through the desert for miles. but what good is all that gonna do Suletta? Huh?
i am so upset lol. i am so upset. not even for the backstabbing - though thats so fucking bad. but for the lying. you’ve already taken everything - just TELL HER YOU WANT TO KEEP HER SAFE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW HARD IS IT. WHY WOULD YOU DO IT THIS WAY. I WANT TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
i cant get through more of these last few seconds without pausing every few seconds.
THE LITTLE SCREAM
I WANT TO SCREAM TOO!!!!!! I WANT TO SCREAM!!!!!!!!
thank you ending song for screaming for me.
ok that last shot - that last shot of Miorine saying: “goodbye, my mercurian country bumpkin”.... that made it kind of emotionally sexy instead of purely deeply painful. she became genuinely evil. thats just a little bit soothing.
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Selfshiptober day 2: Rainy Day.
Yeahh i'm gonna do a lil writing as well lol. also uh. livewire angst go brrrr?
Leslie stepped into the apartment with a grumble, suddenly thankful she had forgot to place the towel back in the bathroom the day before, Metropolis wasn't a place that rained a lot but when it did it poured. Her hands shook a little as she tossled her hair dry and sat down, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Then it was quiet, too quiet.
"Star?" She called out. Usually she wouldn't even have had time to take off her coat before the girl was greeting her home with a hug and a kiss and their apartment was so damn small, if she didn't see them she definitely would have heard them by now. Did they go out or something? No, they would have texted her before she even got home and Leslie had already grabbed everything they needed on the way. God, that thunder outside was loud.
She took another sharp breath in and out as a lightning strike visibly just hit outside their window, she jumped back and hit the corner of the wall. "Ow. Ow. Jesus christ-" She groaned and continued her poor attempt at calm breathing. She then looked down the hall at their bedroom door.
Sleeping. Star was just.. Sleeping.
She walked down the always dark hallway to their bedroom, feeling strikingly like a final girl from a horror film about to walk in on their boyfriend's corpse. She filed that morbid thought under 'stop watching so many horror movies' before slowly opening the door and seeing-
Nothing. No one. Not Star.
Another lightning hit outside their bedroom window and yet again she jumped, looking over at it as if it was trying to break in. She was about to give a grumble at the sight before she caught a glimpse of legs outside on the fire escape.
"Jesus-" She grumbled before walking over and slamming open the window. Star was just- sitting outside in the pouring rain! Unphased by the thunder and lightning! Her clothes were stuck to her skin and her usually gravity-defying hair had finally been weighed down to her head by rain. Leslie saved herself the trouble of demanding she came inside before she caught something by just dragging her in by the leg and having her fall backwards into her arms. She slammed the window closed and carried her girlfriend like a soppy wet dog into the living room.
"Oh, hey sweetie! Rainstorm's wild today, huh?" Star smiled up at her casually, like she wasn't drenched to the bone from standing outside in the rain like a maniac. Leslie unceremoniously dropped her onto the sofa before answering. "Yeah! Why were just standing in it?"
"I couldn't get a good enough view from the window." She shrugged, like it was the most normal answer in the world.
"You're probably gonna catch something! Did you hear that thunder lightning outside, you could have-" Leslie paused, realising as it was on her tongue that 'getting hit by lightning' isn't something that actually happens to too many people. Her fists sparked a little like they were trying to give her a reminder.
Star looked at them before looking up at Leslie with a face of recognition, she walked over and grabbed the towel from her before kissing one cheek, cupping the other with her hand, which Leslie leaned into. "You go sit down and watch something while I get changed, okay?"
She walked over to the window and closed the blinds before disappearing into their bedroom again, Leslie felt herself breath properly since she entered the house.
Ten minutes later the two were on the sofa under a blanket, on the side table a tea and hot chocolate sat steaming, Bride of Chucky was the film of choice today, apparently. Thunder struck outside and Leslie felt herself tense, Star buried herself further into her side at the feeling and Leslie was happy to run a hand through their thankfully dry hair in return. She sighed.
"I used to love rainy days. Not anymore."
Star gave a gruff chuckle. "I can't blame you."
Leslie thought about where she was right now and bit back an all too mushy sentimental thought. If they were like this from now, cosy and warm and far away from the thunderbolts and lightning.. Maybe she could learn to love them again.
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Do you want to sleep on this soft bed? Can I? Try and beg me.
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