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Bambi

Eddie thinks he’ll be the one to corrupt her, little does he know she’s already kinkier and more depraved than his wildest dreams.

Eddie x Bambi Masterlist

Minors DNI

I keep getting carried away with these, this is over 7000 words! I tried to balance fluffy, sweet and goofy with filthy, smutty and kinky, hopefully I pulled off the combo and it’s not too cringy lol.

@hard-candy-writing is to blame for this one, she put the idea in my head with this post and I just ran with it. It’s maybe not quite exactly the same as that post, but still in the same spirit. Also, check out her fics too they’re brilliant!

Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Fluff, Mutual Masturbation, Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Sex Toys, Bondage/Handcuffs, Mentions of Oral/Hints of Oral Fixation, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Bambi, Baby, Sweetheart, Princess), Collaring, Praise Kink, The Slightest Degredation/Name-calling (Slut), Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader

You practically skip over to his table where he sits surrounded by the rest of the Hellfire Club. Eddie can’t imagine what you’d want with him as you approach him, all frills and ruffles, your hair tied into pigtails with little bows. You come to stand beside him bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands clasped together in front of you over your little, pleated snow-white skirt.

“Hi Eddie!” Your tone sweet as sugar, giving him a bright, dazzling smile.

“Uh… hi there, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” He asks, eyeing you quizzically.

“I was wondering if you’d wanna go out for milkshakes with me?” You ask shyly glancing down, toying with the charm bracelet around your wrist. What Eddie doesn’t realise though, is that your eyes end up glued to his little handcuff belt buckle as your mind races… wondering if he’d have an actual set of cuffs or if that was just part of his ‘style’.

He looks at you sceptically, “Me? You wanna go out… with me?” he points to his chest.

You look back up at him giggling, “Duh, silly that’s why I asked you.”

“Really? This isn’t some kind of joke or something?” His eyes narrow at you.

It breaks your heart to hear him say that, “Of course not, that would be horrible! I would never do that!” You insist, pouting at him.

“Alright. If you say so.” He shrugs, still can’t believe his ears.

“Ok, so I guess I’ll meet you by your van after school?”

“Yeah, sure.” He replies unconvinced.

“Ok, well bye guys! See you later Eddie!” You wave to the group before bouncing away.

He spends the whole day thinking this had to be some sort of prank, there’s no way you’d actually be waiting for him. But lo and behold there you are leaning against the side of his van at the end of the day, he watches as you bend to peer in a sidemirror, reapplying your lip-gloss and smacking your lips.

As you stand back upright you catch sight of him, grinning and waving with your arm stretched up high, calling his name excitedly. He almost has to pinch himself, he can’t believe his eyes.

“So… milkshakes, was it?” He confirms as he approaches you.

“Yes, please.” You nod hopping into his van as he holds the door open for you.

The pair of you sit in the diner in a booth opposite one another, he orders chocolate, you order strawberry. When your milkshakes arrive, topped with whipped cream and cherries, Eddie picks his cherry off placing it beside his glass on a napkin.

You pluck the cherry off of yours popping it between your lips, humming in delight, “Mmmh, my favourite.” Then swiping a finger through the cream and sucking it off the tip.

Eddie gapes at you, you can’t know what you’re doing right, there’s no way, but you barely notice his reaction. You eye his cherry greedily, “You gonna eat that?” You point to it.

Eddie chokes in response, “Nope… uh, all yours.”

“Thanks.” You reply swooping in to steal it off his napkin without hesitation.

He’d never tell you, but he’d actually been saving the cherry for last.

He soon finds that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his little princess. All too quickly becoming your personal chauffeur anywhere you wanted to go. He’d even let you listen to all your girly pop music, just to see how happy it made you. Not that he’d ever even pretend to like it, but he tolerates it, for you.

Until one day when you suggest, “Hey, Eds. Why don’t we listen to some of your music for a change?”

And he leaps at the chance, scrambling to find one of his cassettes popping it in for you. He’s surprised to find you actually like it, as you nod along, tapping your foot to the beat.

“What’s this song, Eds?” You hum curiously.

“Oh, uh it’s called Rainbow in the Dark, it’s by Dio.”

“Oh, like on your back patch, right?” You ask eagerly.

His chest swells more than he thought possible, full of happiness, “Yep that’s right, sweetheart. Can’t believe you remember things like that.”

“Is this the sort of music your band plays?”

“Yeah, I guess kinda.” He shrugs.

“Maybe I could come see you guys play at that bar you guys perform at.” You suggest hopefully.

He shakes his head, “Oh, no, no, no sweetheart The Hideout isn’t the type of place for you and plus it’s on a school night.”

You pout in response, going to protest, “But…”

Your protests die on your lips as he offers, “But you could come to band practice… if you wanted.”

“Really? That’s perfect, thanks Eds.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t think to invite you sooner. I guess I just thought you wouldn’t be into it.”

“Of course I’m into it. You’re my boyfriend, why wouldn’t I want to support you?”

He jerks in his seat, stuttering awkwardly, “I’m your… your boyfriend?”

Your stomach drops, was it too early, you’d only been on a handful of dates, this’d be your fourth, “Oh, uh yeah… unless… unless you don’t want to be…”

“No! I mean I do… want to be your boyfriend… want you to be my girlfriend … I just… it’s… never-mind. Yeah, I’m your boyfriend.” He settles back into the seat goofy grin plastered across his face.

When you get to your destination, he leaps out trotting around the hood of the van to open your door for you as usual, offering you his hand to help you down. You giggle and take his hand, he shuts the door behind you and you lead him away from the van, his hand still clasped in yours.

An idea strikes him all of a sudden, tugging on your hand gently and spinning you to face him. He’s blurting out, stumbling over his words, “Uhhhh, hey sweetheart, I know it’s not really your style or whatever, but uh… I want… now you’re like officially my girlfriend I want to… to give you something. Show everyone you’re mine.”

He fishes around under the collar of his shirt as he speaks. You bite your lip, without even knowing it, he’s got you pegged right from the start. You wanna be his, let everyone know it, let him claim you.

He pulls out his guitar pick necklace and twists your hand so that it faces palm up. He drops the pick into your hand, slowly lowering the chain to coil up alongside it.

He looks into your eyes nervously, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck “You don’t have to wear it or anything if you don’t want. I can get you something better once I save a bit more money-”

You cut him off with a short kiss to his lips, before slipping the chain over your head, squealing, “No! Eddie, I love it! I’m going to wear it all the time!”

He stares down at your chest as his pick settles between your breasts, wrapped up as they are in your snug, little pink cardigan before gazing back up at you.

He breathes out a sigh of relief, she likes it, thank fucking Christ, he thinks to himself with a dopey grin. Floating back down to earth his grin fading slightly, but not disappearing, he clears his throat, “Alright, come on let’s go before we’re late for the movie.”

He swaps positions with you now taking the lead, making sure he stands curb-side as he pulls you to walk alongside him. You tug on his arm and he pauses turning to you as you speak, “Wait… I wanna give you something too.”

You reach into your hair tugging on the end of a ribbon, you’d had wrapped around like a headband. It falls away and you bring his hand closer to you, looping it around his wrist beside the chain bracelet that’s already there and tying a bow.

He glances down, watching your nimble fingers working the soft, pink material. It stands out on his arm, a pop of colour amidst the darkness. He feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest, still can’t believe any of this is real.

He stares at his wrist for a beat, before you break him out of it, “Ok, now let’s go.”

“Yeah, sure thing Bambi.” He mumbles.

He’d started in with that nickname a little while ago, but you’re still not quite sure why. All the little nicknames he called you brought you so much joy. Every ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘princess’… you cherished them all.

Despite being your boyfriend now, he’d never felt like more of a perv than when he’s around you. He wants to take it slow with you, not rush you into anything you’re not comfortable with.

However, he finds he can’t contain himself, stealing your dirty panties, peeping on you in the shower, jerking off into your lotion imagining you rubbing it into your skin the next day.

When you offer up your shower to him one day with a, ‘…why don’t you just shower here, silly. I don’t mind’, he does the same with your body wash this time. He’s surrounded by you, your scent, absolutely falling to pieces.

The smell of you clings to him for the rest of the day, can’t resist twisting his hair in front of his face, smelling your shampoo grinning stupidly. He ends up jerking off about three more times that day.

He feels conflicted about it though, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like that, cute, innocent little y/n. There’s a part of him that wants to corrupt you, give in to all his devilishly, sinful thoughts, have his way with you. But it’s wrong, so wrong and the guilt eats him up.

It takes a while before you convince him to let you visit him at his place, he’s never been embarrassed about where he lives per se but when he compares his trailer to your perfectly, picturesque white picket fence suburbia he feels he doesn’t quite measure up. You on the other hand couldn’t care less.

“Oh, look Eds! A puppy!” You squeal pointing at the dog behind the fence trotting off to get a closer look, dirtying your white trainers in the mud without even noticing.

You bend at the waist offering your hand for the dog to sniff before scratching at its head. Your skirt rides up and flutters with a gust of wind, Eddie catches sight of the black ink at the junction of your hip, eyes bulging out of his skull, almost choking on his own tongue, “You have a tattoo?!”

“Mhmm.” You hum distractedly, fully focused on the dog in front of you.

“Can… can I see it?”

“Oh, yeah sure.” You stand turning to face him.

You scan the street for any potential witnesses, seeing none, you flip your skirt up, the little, trussed up kitten on full display beside your little lilac and white polka dot panties. Eddie chokes out a gasp, barely getting a glimpse at it before he’s rushing over to you pulling your skirt back down to cover you, “Bambi, you can’t just do that in the middle of the street!” He shrieks in a pitchy voice.

“What, why not? There’s no one here.” You protest, his hand grips your wrist and he’s dragging you into his trailer.

As soon as he gets you inside, he rounds on you, answering, “Anyone could see you out there, you don’t know the kinda pervs that live here!”

“Awww, you one of those pervs Eds?” You giggle.

He splutters, “What? No! Why would you think that?”

“It’s ok, I’m only teasing.” You prod at his shoulder, “Hey, uh I wanted to ask… um, can I paint your nails?” You give him your very best puppy dog eyes.

He looks down at you quizzically, “Uh, why?”

“I think it’d look hot, especially with your rings. Don’t worry I got black, got it special just for you.”

“Oh, sweetheart that’s adorable, you got it just for me?”

You nod eagerly, “Uhh huh. What do you think? Can I?”

He smirks, “You really think it’d be ‘hot’?”

“Yeah, sooo hot Eds, you have no idea.”

“Ok then. Did you wanna do it now?” He concedes.

“Yes, please!” You bounce, unable to contain your excitement and he chuckles at you.

“Come on, let’s head into my room then.”

He leads the way and you trail along behind him, he’d tidied up his room specially for you, hiding away a few choice items he thought you shouldn’t see. You don’t notice when he stiffens a little as he realises there’s something he missed. He spots a pair of your panties, stained with his cum poking out from under his bed he surges forward kicking them further under before doing an odd twirl spreading his arms and shouting a little louder than necessary, “Well, this is it!”

You grin at him, looking around the room you announce, “It’s great Eds, very you, I like it.”

Slipping your little powder blue backpack off your shoulders, setting it down on his bed and digging through it to pull out that bottle of black nail polish. You hold it up triumphantly before sitting on the edge of his bed, waving him over, “ You got some tissues or something around, don’t wanna ruin my skirt.”

“Yeah, just a sec.” He mumbles rushing off.

You take another glance around his room, giddy with excitement, you were in his room, on his bed.

He tumbles back in clutching a box of tissues, thrusting it into your arms, “Here ya go.”

You set the box down beside you, pulling a couple out and laying them over your thigh before looking up at him, “Sit please. On the floor, just there would be good.” You spread your legs a little giving him a space to slot into in front of you.

“Oh… uh… ok I guess.” He sinks to the floor on his knees.

“Thank you.” You grin at him sickly sweet. “Now I just need your hand.”

He nods offering you one and you grip it gently, bringing it to rest on your thigh over the tissue there. His fingers tremble slightly, breath catching in his throat as you let go of his hand leaving it there to open the nail polish.

He’s suddenly hyperaware of his position between your legs, his hand on your thigh. His thoughts drift to the panties under his bed as a blush spreads over his cheeks, down his neck and his dick swells between his legs.

You get to work painting his nails, tongue poking out between your teeth in concentration. When you finish one hand you bring it up to your lips, blowing over his fingers gently. His eyes dart between your glossy lips and your eyes, he has to fight back a moan.

“Next please! And careful with that hand it’s not going to be completely dry yet. Don’t want it to smudge.” You instruct him.

He nods mutely, painted hand dropping to rest on the bed beside you, you grab at the other and repeat the process.

“All done!” You hum smiling at him, “Now you gotta let them dry, you can blow on ‘em too. How about we put on one of your records and just relax for a bit?” You suggest.

He nods in agreement and you extricate yourself from your spot on the bed. Moving over to his record player that you’d spotted earlier, flipping through his collection and picking out one at random you set it up. Music fills the room, through the crackly speaker and you flop back onto his bed. He remains on the floor beside you.

You lean back sighing contentedly staring up at the ceiling when a thought occurs to you, propping yourself up on one arm you turn to him, “Hey, Eds?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why do you call me ‘Bambi’ all the time?”

“Well, it’s cause you’re all cute and innocent.” He states matter-of-factly.

“But I’m not though.” You pout back at him.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“‘M not innocent, don’t know why everyone thinks I am.”

“But you are.” He insists.

“I’m not, you’ll see.” You protest.

He chuckles to himself, “Ok, sweetheart, if you say so.”

“You will see, next time we’re at my place. I promise.”

He scrambles up the trellis outside your bedroom, hoisting himself onto the roof. Just as he pops his head around to peer into your window, hand raised to knock against the glass he sees you. Completely bare… scratch that, bare except for the frilly little panties tangled around your ankle and his guitar pick bouncing around between the swell of your breasts.

His breath catches in his throat, did you forget that you had invited him over? He can finally get a good look at that tattoo on your thigh by your hip. A fluffy kitten, paws under its chin, all knotted up in baby pink rope, a shibari design, the tail end of the rope clasped in its mouth, golden bell hanging off of it, surrounded by berries and leaves. Cute and innocent but also so very filthy at the same time, his mouth waters at the sight.

You’re sitting atop your large stuffed white tiger, Mr Stripes as he recalls from when you’d spread out all your stuffies introducing them all to him by name, one by one.

You’re thrusting away with abandon, grinding against the tigers back, clutching at the stuffed head in front of you, your head thrown back moaning wantonly. He can hear it even through the glass, then suddenly your eyes are drawn to the window and you spot him, crouched there staring at you slack jawed.

You hop off the tiger eyes lighting up, your panties slip away onto the floor as you bounce over to the window calling out his name. Pushing it open you pull him in with a hand scrunched into the front of his shirt.

He stumbles through the window and you drag him over to sit on the edge of your bed. He grabs for the nearest item to shove into his crotch, hiding his raging erection.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” He gasps.

“Eddie don’t be silly, you know what I’m doing, I was just about to cum when you got here… can I… can I keep going?”

“Bambi, I don’t think I should… we shouldn’t…”

“Please, Eds wanna finish. I want you to watch.” You pout at him

“Fuck… I… ok, yeah you can finish.”

You squeal and kiss the tip of his nose, “Thank you. Now watch, ok… and you don’t need to hide behind Miss Flopsy ya know, I already know you’re hard.”

He glances down at his lap and realises he had in fact grabbed your fluffy, floppy eared bunny, slowly removing it and placing it to the side a little awkwardly.

You hop back on top of the stuffed tiger resuming the roll of your hips and bringing one hand up to tweak at your nipple as you look directly into his eyes. He balls his hands into fists at his knees, clenching and unclenching them, swallowing harshly his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.

You moan and whine grinding into the fuzz beneath you, when an idea springs to your mind, “Edddiieee… can you take your cock out for me, please? Wanna watch you touching yourself when I cum.”

He splutters and chokes at your words, hesitating before he responds, despite everything in him screaming to do exactly what you just asked for, “Are you sure? Like really, really sure?”

You pout at him, “Yes Eds, I told you I’m not as innocent as everyone thinks I am, ok. Please I want this.”

“And you’re not just doing this to prove a point right? I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret.”

“No, Eddie please just let me watch you, let me give you a show.”

His hands fumble at his belt as he breaths out heavily, “Jesus Christ Bambi, where is all this coming from?”

“Hurry up Eds, need to see you, ‘m so close.”

He hurriedly pulls his cock free of its confines, his wet tip glistens and you gasp at the sight, “Yes Eddie, thank you.”

His hand glides up and down his length with ease, precum already bubbling up at the head adding to the slick shlucking sound that is produced as he fists his cock desperately, he’s almost embarrassed at how close he is already.

You moan encouragingly, “Such a pretty cock, look how pink it is… and shiny. Just wanna suck on it. Bet it’s sweet like a lolly, will you let me taste it?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m gonna cum… you gonna cum with me Bambi?”

“God yes! Eddiiieee…” You wail as your hips move to match his pace, the dam inside you breaking and giving way to your body wracking orgasm. Your head thrown back, eyes rolling into your skull, hands digging into the stuffed toy beneath you in a vicelike grip as you ride it out.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groans coating his fist in his release as it sprays all over the blush pink duvet on the bed. He falls back limply, eyes drooping, gasping as he tries to catch his breath.

You pant, chest heaving, as you look at his messy hand still clasped around his cock. You slide off the stuffed toy inching closer to him, you grasp his wrist pulling his hand up to your face. His eyes snap open, looking at you curiously. You lick away his thick, white cream, your tongue laving over each digit, paying extra special attention to his ring-clad fingers. He lets out a guttural moan and you suck his pointer finger all the way into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

He pulls his hand away, gasping “Stop, stop. What are you doing?”

His reaction stings, an awful feeling settling in your belly… you’d done it again, gone too far. Tears well up in your eyes, and you blubber, “S-s-sorry…”

The urge to comfort you overtakes all else and he’s scooping you into his lap, completely forgetting that you’re totally naked, that he’s still got his pants rolled down, cock out. He pulls you against his chest, you press your face into the crook of his neck, shoulders shaking as he rubs your back soothingly.

“Hey, no, no, don’t cry. I should have stopped it sooner. You were too far gone, I should have known better.”

All at once he becomes acutely aware of your wet, puffy folds on top of him, his dick swelling in response… Oh god, no not now, not like this, not when she’s so distraught and crying… fuck… that’s it, he’s done for, he thinks.

“No, I’m sorry… I-I…”You whimper.

“Bambi, talk to me. Tell me how I can make it better.”

“Wh-what…?” You look up at him blinking away tears, “You’re… you’re not mad at me? You don’t think I’m gross?”

“What?! Why on earth would I think that?”

You can’t hold back the weepy tirade, and he lets you blubber on, “W-well my… my last boyfriend he… he couldn’t handle the stuff I was into either… he called me a freak, said he never wanted to see me again… an-and I tried to take it slow, hold back with you.”

You take a big, shaky breath before continuing, “Didn’t wanna scare you o-off too… cause I really, really like you Eds… b-but you’ve barely even tried to touch me li-like that and we’ve been dating for weeks now… I was going crazy, I just had to do something.”

He holds up a hand huffing angrily, “Hold up. First of all, what do you mean ‘scare me off’, who said I can’t handle this? That was hot as fuck. And second of all, who the fuck was that creep, there has got to be something seriously wrong with him… if he-he…”

You cut him off squeezing his shoulder, “Eddie, it’s ok, it’s fine forget about him. Please, tell me why you stopped me. Why do you think we should have stopped sooner?”

“Come on Bambi, why do you think? Look at you always so cute and innocent. I shouldn’t corrupt you like that… I shouldn’t be dragging you down with me like this… turning you into some pervert.”

“Eddie, enough with the ‘cute and innocent’ stuff… and I can feel that, by the way. The way your dick twitched when you talked about ‘corrupting’ me…” You grind down on him and he whimpers hanging his head in shame.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be, this is what I wanted, ok. Wait. Wait here a minute let me show you what I really mean.” You slide out of his grip trotting off into your walk-in wardrobe.

You emerge carrying what you had affectionately dubbed the treasure chest, a moderately sized wooden box that you’d covered in stickers. You’d been dying to do a little show and tell with him, just like you had with all your stuffies. Again, in the interest of not scaring him off you’d held off, but now seemed a good a time as any to really make your point.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“More toys.” You grin at him.

“I thought you showed me all your toys, told me all their names and everything.”

“Yeah, I did show you all those toys, but I didn’t tell you everything about them. Let’s start there, ok? So, you saw me riding Mr. Stripes. He’s one of the best for that, firm but soft and fuzzy. Perfectly shaped cushion to sit on, something to grab on to, it’s like he was made for it.”

“Fuck, yeah saw the way you were bucking against him.” You notice his hand twitching, making slight moves towards his fat dick resting between his thighs.

You nod towards his crotch, “You can keep touching yourself if you want.”

“God, sweetheart I don’t know if I can take much more of this. My poor little heart might just give out. How did you keep all of this hidden away for so long?”

“Told ya didn’t wanna scare you off, I care about you too much Eds. Anyway, Mr. Stripes was my favourite stuffie for a long time, but then you gave me my little Eddie Bear.”

He gasps, hand drifting towards his cock gripping it lazily, “Yeah, uhh huh. I remember Eddie Bear.”

He recalls the day he’d gifted that to you, he’d cut a small hole into the bear and fucked it ‘til he came deep inside. Stitching it up carefully afterwards so you’d never notice.

“And when you did, he smelled just like… you. And then I rode him so much, over and over, just thinking of you. So many times, ‘til he didn’t smell like you anymore. I was a bit sad about that, though.” You lament.

He groans, a rumbling sound deep from his chest, as he continues stroking his throbbing cock, thumbing at the tip, “Yeah, what else? Tell me more, Bambi.”

“Well, sometimes I like to make all the other stuffies watch while I ride one of them, but the really fun toys are in here…” You hold up the chest.

“What’s in there sweetheart, you gonna show me like you did with all your other toys?”

You nod eagerly, placing the box on the bed and take a seat in front of it cross-legged, he chuckles at you, “Um these ones don’t really have names… except one. That one is my absolute favourite! Do you want me to show you that one first?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.” His hand drops to fondle his balls for a moment as you continue.

You swing back the lid of the box on its hinges, holding so it blocks his view of everything inside, “Ok, so I call this my little treasure chest…”

“That’s cute, Bambi, I like that.” He remarks as you shuffle around the box in search of a particular item.

“Ok get ready, this one is called Mr. Flopsy…”

He grins at you, but that falters and his hand moves to squeeze the base of his cock firmly, eyes widening as you pull out a six-inch, translucent pink, sparkly rabbit vibrator, it’s almost the same circumference around as it is long. It’s not the most intimidating one in your collection but it is one of your favourites.

He inhales sharply before groaning out, “God fucking damn! That is not what I was expecting when you said ‘toys’. Jesus H Christ Bambi if you asked me yesterday, I wouldn’t have even thought you knew what one of those was!”

“Well, I do mister, so now do you believe I’m not just little Miss Innocent?”

He nods and hums in a strained way, “Uh huh, yep mm hmm.”

“So, see Mr. Flopsy is my favourite cause he’s all pink and sparkly and look a little bunny… that’s why I call him Mr. Flopsy.” You flick the ears on the toy and Eddie groans in response, just the thought of where those little ears have been drives him wild.

“He might not be the biggest in the collection, but he makes up for it in every other way.”

He resumes stroking along his length, whining, “Please can I see you use Mr. Flopsy?”

“Yeah, you really wanna?” You smile up at him sweetly, eyes lighting up.

“Fuck, absolutely sweetheart. You gonna do it for me?”

“Yes, but not now, there’s still a whole lot more to show you first.”

“Can’t we do that some other time?”

“Nope.” You reply cheekily.

“Ugh, do we have to go one by one though? Can’t you just dump it all out?” He groans frustratedly.

“Ok, I guess… for you, but you’ll have to help me pack up later.” You concede, tipping over the chest and letting everything tumble out.

Piles of rope and collars and nipple clamps and chains and dildos and fuzzy handcuffs, and more, in all shades of pastel colours cascade over the bed. He drops his slick, leaky cock, wiping his hand off along the duvet before rummaging through the pile in front of him. His cock bobs up and down in his lap desperate for attention.

“Oh, this is so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. Who knew you were such a kinky, little…” He pauses abruptly, you can tell he’s holding back.

“Go on Eds, call me dirty names, tell me I’m a kinky, little slut… is that what you were going to say? ‘Cause I’ll be your little slut, all yours, just for you. I’ll be your little present all wrapped up in bows, let you tie me up, split me open on your cock…”

He cuts you off pulling you in by the back of your neck, his lips colliding with your own over the paraphernalia laying beneath you. You break apart breathlessly, whining “Need you Eds, please…”

He rushes to strip off his clothing, tossing his jeans clear across the room in his haste. He glances down into the items scattered before him, in search of something…

“You gonna tie me up?” You ask hopefully.

“Sorry, Bambi not this time…” he spots what he was looking for, “…but I will be using these… if that’s ok?” He holds up a pink, fluffy pair of handcuffs, dangling them off a finger.

“Oh, that is more than ok Eddie.”

“I’m going to guess you’re familiar with the traffic light system, right?”

You nod proudly, “Uh huh, sure am.”

“Good, we’ll use that for now, ok?”

“Ok, Eddie, all green from me.” You offer him your wrists without him even asking.

“Oh, what a good girl you are, but first I’m going to need you to make some room on the bed. Just scoop all of that back into its box and set it on the floor, we can deal with it later…”

You nod mutely and do as you’re told while he continues, “… and you can tell me all about every little thing in there while we do. Your stuffies can stay and watch the show though.” He smirks at you.

Once the bed is clear, you kneel in the centre, resting back on your heels, all your stuffies and flowery, fluffy pillows propped up behind you. You look up at him through your long lashes waiting with baited breath for his next move. He cups your cheek, caressing it with a thumb, “You wanna be my good girl, my good little slut?”

“Y-yes please. Can I… can I call you ‘sir’?”

“Oh, Bambi so precious, so cute… yes, you may call me ‘sir’.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Anything for you princess. Now, how would you like to be cuffed… hands behind your back or to your bed frame?”

“To the bed, please.” You scoot back closer to the head of the bed, bringing your knees to your chest and squishing up against the toys and pillows.

“Such good manners. Did your mummy and daddy teach you that? Are they home now?” Coming up beside you he guides your hands one at a time, first closing a fluffy cuff around one wrist, then looping it through the bed frame and cuffing the other hand.

You shake your head, sinking down into the mattress your legs falling open, “Nuh uh, they’ve gone out. Won’t be home for hours.”

He moves to rest between your spread legs, humming in your ear, a finger brushing stray wisps of hair away from your face. “Hmmm, that’s strange why did you tell me to come in through the backyard then? Why’d you ask me not to use the door?”

“‘Cause… ‘cause I wanted you to catch me, thought maybe if you did…” You trail off distracted by his breath heating the side of your face.

Drawing back slightly he questions, “What did you think sweetheart? Did you think I wouldn’t be able to control myself? That I’d just take you right there as soon as I saw you?”

“Maybe… something a little like that.” You admit shyly.

“Well, aren’t you lucky then, that worked out quite nicely for you, didn’t it? I think it was very naughty though, don’t you?” He teases with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Sir?”

“I think someone needs to be… punished.” He proceeds cautiously.

“No, sir please I’ll be good. I’m your good girl remember.”

He gives you a slightly concerned look, “Colour?”

You grin back at him, “Green, sir.”

He runs a hand over your thigh, you shiver in response squeezing your legs together around him, “Ok, I have an idea… maybe more of a fun punishment. How’s that?”

“O-ok.” You agree shakily.

He continues “Well, since you decided to tease me with Mr. Flopsy, how about I use him on you… but you’re not allowed to cum.”

You pout, “Aww, that’s not fair.”

“Ah, ah, thought you said you were going to be my good girl?” He tuts at you, “The next time you cum I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Want you to get it all wet and sloppy for me.”

“I-I can do that for you.” You assure him breathily.

“I know, just wait right there for me while I find Mr. Flopsy.” He leans over the edge of the bed and riffles through the ‘treasure chest’.

You giggle, jiggling the cuffs around your wrist, “I can’t go anywhere Eds.”

“Ha got it!” He pulls out the toy holding it up proudly, before fiddling with the buttons on its base.

You’re practically shivering with anticipation as he cycles through the settings getting familiar with it. When he finds the button that makes the shaft thrust back and forth, with a gasp his head snaps to you, “I didn’t know it did that!”

You smirk at him, “Yeah, it’s good, isn’t it?”

“Why, don’t we see just how good it is, sweetheart?” He turns off the vibrations and the thrusting tip before making his way back to you. He trails the toy over your body slowly, lingering when he brings it up between your breasts alongside his guitar pick.

He looks up into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust, “Why don’t you start by getting Mr. Flopsy all nice and wet for me with your mouth?”

You nod in agreement and he holds the toy against your lips, they part. You lick up and down the shaft, letting your drool dribble all over it before wrapping your lips around the tip giving it a suck.

He groans in response as you try to take more of the shaft into your mouth. He pulls the toy away, “I think that’s enough now, are you still trying to tease me? Still being a naughty girl?”

You shake your head, “No just… just like having something to suck on. It feels good for me too… really like sucking on dick… ‘s like a little treat, like a lollipop, but better.”

“Fuuuuck, baby we are going to have to explore that a whole lot more soon-”

You interrupt him eagerly adding, “Balls! I like balls too! Wanna worship every inch of you Eds.”

A strangled groan escapes his lips, he grits his teeth, “God you really are gonna give me a heart attack ya know.”

“How’re… how’re you doing Eds?” You ask, checking in with him too.

“Oh, I’m green. I’m so fucking green I’m an emerald, ‘bout as hard as one too.”

You giggle at the comparison, “Well, come on let’s get to my… funishment then.”

“Oh, little princess thinks she can give orders now. Well, you’ll soon learn to be careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”

He takes the slobbery toy and runs it through your folds, prodding at your clit a few times before turning it on. The vibrations start out gentle as he continues his motions, slowly he begins easing the toy into your slick entrance. You gasp at the intrusion, sighing as he eases it in further and further. The little rabbit ears press into your clit and he starts the vibrations on those to.

“Oh, Eddie feels so good.” You whine.

“Remember no cumming on your toy this time.” He warns.

“I promise Eds, I’ll be good.”

He groans along with you and increases the intensity of the vibrations, “Let me know when you’re close ok?”

“Yes, sir,”

He gives an experimental thrust with the toy gauging your reaction, your wrists pull on their restraints and you moan. He ups the intensity yet again before remembering the thrusting feature, he pushes the toy all the way in and you feel your wetness flood around it.

He starts the thrusting action of the toy then waves his hands around grinning, “Look Bambi, no hands.”

Your giggle turns into a broken moan as he increases the speed of the thrusting toy inside you. His hands moving to cup your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

Your hips begin to raise off the mattress, attempting to match the movements of the toy buzzing away inside you. You gasp, “Please, sir… please, please, please. I’m so close…”

And then all at once all sensation is gone, ripped away from you right at the precipice as he removes the toy. You whine at the loss, hips still bucking away in search of more.

“Oh, I know, I know…” He coos down at you, pressing your hips back down into the mattress.

“Fuck… Eddie, please I need you. Please fuck me.”

“If only I knew what a little slut you really were, we could’ve been doing this ages ago, you know that right?” He switches off the toy and licks it clean of your juices before dropping it down on the bed beside you.

You whimper beneath him, “Yes, sir I know. ‘m sorry I made you wait. Please I need you now, we can make up for all the lost time.”

“Oh, my pretty little princess, we will be making up for it…” he growls before guiding his slick cock into your wet heat. He slams in all at once. The toy is nothing compared to him and his impressive length, but the preparation and all your arousal is enough to have him sliding in with ease.

He rests there for a moment gazing down at you, before checking in breathlessly, “You… hmmm… you good down there?”

You look up at him nodding, “… mhmmmm… perfect Eds, green.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s pulling his hips back and slamming into you once more. “Don’t… don’t know if I’ll be able to last long… ya got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He manages to pant out. Head hanging forward his hair flopping into his face as he braces himself with his hands on the bed frame by your own.

“I-I think I have some idea… hey, Eds?”

“Yeah, sweetheart? You still good?”

“Yep, just… hngh… just… can you cum inside me, please?”

His hips stutter and he groans, “God fucking damn, you really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

You look up at him desperate and needy, “Please, sir. Please, wan’ it nice and deep.”

“Fuuuuck… shit yeah, yeah gonna cum soon. Gonna give it all to you.”

You strain at the cuffs in a pathetic attempt to grab a hold of something… tug on his long hair that dangles in his face, crumple the sheets, squeeze your stuffies, a pillow… anything. Instead, you wrap your legs around him, drawing him in deeper mewling desperately with each thrust.

“Are you close?” He pants above you.

“So close Eds, so close… you gonna cum with me when I soak that perfect cock of yours?”

He lets out the most hopeless, pathetic whine, “God… fuck… yes, yes, yes…”

He grabs the discarded vibrator turning it on and pressing it into your clit sending you into orbit, you pulse around him rhythmically, gushing all over his length with a scream and call out his name.

It doesn’t take long for him either, the feeling of you clamping down around him, the added vibrations from the toy. He unloads into you with a cry of his own. The feel of his warm, thick cum painting your walls only prolongs the sensation for you. When he slides his dick out, your combined fluids dribble out, running between your cheeks and pooling on the bed beneath you.

He’s still holding the toy against you as you tremble with aftershocks, “S-stop, ‘m sensitive Eds, please.” You gasp out.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He grins sheepishly, removing the toy, turning it off and tossing it aside.

He hooks a finger into the chain linking your cuffs, “Keys?”

“Bedside table. Top drawer. They’re pink.”

“Of course they are.” He chuckles and leans over to retrieve the keys.

He undoes the restraints and rubs at your wrists soothingly before scooping you up into his arms and manoeuvring you to lay against his chest.

His fingers trail along the chain draped over your neck, settling on the guitar pick, toying with it, “So, you kept this on, huh?”

“Yeah, uh it’s… it’s kinda like a collar in a way, but… more. More personal. More special. Been wearing it more than my actual collars now. More than any pretty little ribbon too.”

He gives it a gentle tug and you whine in response.

“You like wearing it, like it’s your own little special collar showing everyone who you belong to?”

“Yes Eds, God yes.” You breath out, pausing for a beat before asking hopefully, “What about you, do you still have the ribbon I gave you?”

“I could never part with my lady’s favour.” He declares, spinning the bracelet around his wrist to show the chain side where he’d woven the ribbon through the links.

You reach down running your fingertips over it, overwhelmed by your emotions, it has you blurting out, “I love you, Eddie.”

He sighs, “I love you too.”

“Do you think after we clean up, we can go for milkshakes?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart... with whipped cream and extra cherries too.”

You squeal in delight, “Thank you, Eddie! Best boyfriend ever!”

He pulls you in for a lingering kiss, before pulling away whispering, “Alright, then better get up if we’re gonna get to the diner.”

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #perv!eddie #perv!eddie x reader #perv!eddie x innocent!reader #eddie x innocent!reader #perv!eddie munson #eddie x girly!reader #perv!eddie x girly!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n #eddie x bambi

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS ♡ GOJO SATORU

art student!gojo satoru x fem!reader

"two orders of rolled ice cream for gojo satoru and @aizumie please!"

ingredients? you help gojo paint in more ways than one

what's it? smut

allergen warnings? usage of paint in a sexual setting

sugar level? 2.8k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet

parlor's note? i feel like this is one of the more creative pieces i've done. i think i've written better smut, but because of how creative this one is, i'm very fond of it.

bon appetit!

he told you it was just going to be a regular painting date, and you took it seriously. after all, painting was one of gojo's biggest passions in life and this was not the first time you've had such a date.

the first hour you spent in his dorm room was what you expected. when you entered, you were greeted by two canvases on their easels. there were two chairs behind them for you and gojo to sit on while you worked, and a small table between them which held two sets of paint.

everything gone smoothly; well, as smooth as you were gonna get when it comes to your boyfriend. he laughed while he booped your nose with his red paint-covered finger, saying how you were too late in reference to rudolph the red nosed reindeer, called your name to make you turn to the side while he held a wet paintbrush close to your face, and his usual shenanigans.

after washing up and taking a short break though, satoru told you he needed your help with a particular painting for one of his classes.

"babyy, you would do anything for me, right?" he batted his pretty white eyelashes up at you while cuddled into your stomach which lightly churned at his words. it was like your body already knew he was up to something no good, and you couldn't help your body from doing so. he was gojo satoru, after all.

with eyes narrowed to slits, you gazed at him, "what is it, 'toru?"

he was quiet, very uncharacteristic. he flashed his best pout at you, and imitated puppy dog eyes which he knew you could never say no to. he rarely pulled the move out. it was what he considered to be his secret weapon against you, so needless to say, you became very curious about the favor he's going to ask of you.

"well, remember when i got sick last week and had to skip some classes?" you do. of course you do. you were the one to tell him that dancing in the rain was a bad idea, but him being himself, simply gave you the hoodie he was wearing and proceeded to run to the area of the campus without protection from the rain, your hand in his, and danced the night away like it wasn't twenty degrees and storming. other than that, you were also the one to nurse him back to health.

you didn't respond, only gave him a look that encouraged him to continue. "i wasn't able to attend my class with mr takeda, and uh, he informed me that," he flashed you a smile and held your hand "we were supposed to do nude paintings that day."

your eyebrows raised and he explained further. "the prof said he usually would be able to hook students up with models, but i refused." he said proudly. "didn't think you'd be comfortable if it was just me 'nd them."

you smiled warmly at him, running a hand through his snow-like hair. you probably wouldn't have kicked up a fuss if your boyfriend didn't refuse his professor's offer - you trusted gojo with your life and knew he would never do anything that would hurt you. other than that, it would be a professional setting between model and artist - but nevertheless, you were still thankful of how thoughtful he is. no matter how much of a menace to society gojo is, he is incredibly emotionally intelligent and he knows his limits.

"thank you, 'toru." you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "i really appreciate that." your voice is as soft as the strawberry chiffon cake satoru buys from the bakery across the university's gates, and as sweet as the treat. he melts at that, the way always does when it comes to you. "just one of the things to be grateful for when gojo satoru is your boyfriend." he chuckles bringing your intertwined fingers to his face and kissing your knuckles.

you shook your head at him fondly, but then was struck with curiosity fueled by the way he acted earlier. this was all good news that didn't strike a single negative emotion in you, so why was he buttering you up earlier.

"why were you being all pouty earlier though? sure seemed like you had something up your sleeve."

his sheepish grin returned and his cheeks got red. "was just gettin' to that part. since i turned down the prof's offer for a model, i kinda need someone else to model for me."

even without him saying the words, you already knew what he was trying to say, what the favor he's going to ask of you. your eyes widened in horror "can't you just call up professor takeda and ask if his offer still stands?" you pushed him off of you so you could stand up and pace around the room. "i can't just, be your model for your nude painting!"

he pouted at you, but his face did not look apologetic in the least. "but babyyy," he drawled the word out making you glare at him. "doin' that and going back on my word will make me look bad. is that you want for your precious boyfriend who did this to make you happy and feel secure in our relationship?"

satoru always had a way with words and especially a way with puppy dog eyes. it worked like a charm, just like how he expected it to.

now here you found yourself laying down on his bed with your head turned to the side and your back arched.

stripped naked.

"don't worry, baby. i'll change your face in the painting so people won't know it's you." he was painting your skin now, mixing colors to mimic your skin tone perfectly.

you rolled your eyes at him for the nth time that night.

you knew that this was inevitable. gojo was supposed to do nude paintings with his class, but he wasn't able to attend. his professor offered to call an individual who could model for him, but he turned it down. of course this would be the outcome. you knew that, but you simply couldn't help yourself.

"we're dating satoru." you stated plainly. "everyone knows that, and you're famous. word travels fast. i bet everyone already knows you didn't attend that nude painting class and that you turned down professor takeda's offer." you couldn't help but cover your face with your hands. "which means that when people see this, they'll know it's me. who else could it be?"

all of a sudden, your hands were pried from your face and gojo was a few mere inches from you. "who cares? you're gorgeous, baby. one of the reasons why i turned down professor takeda's offer in the first place was so i could brag my beautiful girlfriend to all the fuckers on campus." he smirks before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. "now stop panicking 'bout it."

you're helpless when it comes to him. you lose your train of thought, and automatically reach up to circle your arms around his neck like it was a reflex and kissing him deeper.

he sat up from his position over you to sit down, taking you with him, and making you straddle his lap. "you have been such a naughty girl for me, huh princess?" he provokes you, the tip of his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. "i have been nothing but nice and considerate to your feelings." he picked you up and walked over to an empty canvas in the corner of his room. "i chose to pick you as my model because of how intimate it is and you have been acting like such a damn brat the whole time." he speaks through his teeth.

one of his hands snake to your neck and squeezes lightly. "you want to be a brat? fine. i'll show you how ungrateful brats get treated." he let go of your neck and dropped you to the floor on your feet. he grabbed your by your hips to spin you around. now, you were facing the empty beige canvas and he was behind you.

the air in the room was hot with anticipation. as always, satoru seemed to have something planned, but you had no idea what it is. it still excited you though. you trusted him after all.

you turned your head to the side to connect your lips with his and kissed him feverently. the way he had a hand on your side, tracing random figures with his warm fingers set your nerves ablaze. it was a simple gesture, and although you would fawn over it if you were just cuddling, it was different in this environment, and he knew it. he knew all the ways in order to wind up up and have you putty in his hands. begging, whining putty, that is.

you were so invested in him, in the way he consumed you and your entire being that you didn't even feel the way he was leaning down though he was taking you with him while he was doing so. you just realized that something had happened when you felt something cold and ticklish on your stomach.

you jumped a bit, and looked down at the culprit to see his hand, covered in hot pink colored paint. your stomach was the same color now too.

he didn't pay much mind to it, completely ignoring your gaze. instead, he leaned down once again, now with you aware of his actions. he dipped his hand into the can of paint, and spread it all over your pelvis.

he grinned at you, biting the lobe of your ear lightly, then trailing down your neck.

"tits next, yea?" his voice sent a shiver of excitement running up and down your spine and he could tell. he knew your body too well at this point.

"you like that, hmm?" his voice was teasing as he let his hand hover over your breasts and let the paint drip, drip, drip.

you marveled at his patience, knowing how much your gasps as the cold paint rolled over your perky nipples affected him. it was something he always voiced out; how much the noises you let out in the bedroom made his cock throb.

"there ya go."

it's a whisper into the space. he didn't want to speak too loudly, didn't want his voice to drown out your pretty moans as he gropes at your tits and pinches your nipples between his fingers. "let it all out."

you were next to convulsing in his hold, squirming around and making so much pretty noises he's sure he could get himself off to alone if he tried. you just felt so stimulated even though satoru hasn't even entered you yet. the way he's kept one warm hand on your body, the way satoru knew how to touch and play with you just right, the way you felt how they rolled down you, pleasureably in this context was too much for you and you wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to fuck you already.

"'toru, 'toru, fuck me, please." you sobbed, turning your face to the side and whining into his bicep. "want you so bad!"

you could feel vibrations from where he stood, pressed up behind you. "yeah, baby? already begging for my cock? well, i should take care of my princess before the paint dries on her pretty skin, hmm?" he presses his cock onto your slit, before pulling out, and rubbing it over the hood of your clit making you cry out once again. "no more teasing! please, 'toru, want your cock so bahhh-" you were cut off by him entering you in one go.

you were already so wet, beads of your arousal mixed with satoru's paint dripping from your pussy to your thighs. your boyfriend did not have any problem or met any resistance as he buried himself to the hilt.

your breath hitched in your throat as he began to thrust in and out of you, pressing you into the canvas as he goes. he had a vice-like grip on your hips, one that's so tight you knew he would leave fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning, but you couldn't get yourself to care if it meant he would fuck you the way he was.

"this what you wanted?" he panted into your ear. you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive neck, and you swore you could almost taste the chocolate and spearmint candy he had a few minutes before on your tongue. the intimacy and sensuality of it all made you gush out again, coating his balls and making him swear.

it felt so good for the both of you and right then and there, satoru promises to take you to the fancy, gourmet boba place you kept on raving about because he doubts you feel as good as he does and he needs to make it up to you. he doubts you currently feel as pleasured as he is with your warm and wet pussy enveloping his cock, even when his hand travels down your body and gently rubs at your clit the way he knew you liked it.

"i'm so close." you breathed out, not at all minding the way you softly continued to thud against the large canvas in front of you. it was in the back of your mind, you couldn't even register it right now. the only thing you could feel, the only thing that mattered was the tight coiling between your thighs. "please, toru, please. n-no more teasing."

you sincerely hoped satoru was just as into it as you were because you were a mess. you had no doubt in your mind that if satoru was in a better condition than you are right now, he would relentlessly dangle this day over your head; nothing quite stroked his ego as much as you begging and whining for his cock.

"let go for me,"

that was all you needed to hear before cumming and letting the tightly wound knot explode.

you didn't know how long your orgasm lasted. you're ninety nine percent sure you passed out because the next thing you knew, you were in satoru's bed, still nude, but now with your regular skin color -- he has already cleaned all the paint away.

satoru looked like the opposite of you. he was fully clothed and entirely composed now, sat behind the easel in front of the bed.

normally, he strongly disliked it whenever his art making sessions were disturbed - something about snapping him out of the zone, he told you once - but this time, his face lifted with something akin to excitement when you woke up.

"finally, was starting to think i dicked you down too hard." he smirked, standing up. "c'mon, i have something to show you."

you tried to do as he said, to no avail. your felt an ache in your legs which shook with effort when you stood up. you couldn't even hold yourself up properly, needing support from the bedpost.

seeing your dilemma, satoru walked over with no problems at all, only a hint of amusement in his features. "alright princess. seems like i did dick you down too hard." he chuckled, picking you up and carrying you bridal style.

you shook your head and leaned against his chest with your eyes closed, still tired. you only opened them up when you felt satoru stop walking.

your eyes widened and your fingers longed to reach out in front of you and touch the canvas your boyfriend fucked you against. now it is no longer mere canvas, but an art piece. the shape of your body was stamped onto the beige color, satoru's body being the force behind it.

"pretty cool, eh? had a dream about this once and couldn't get the idea out of my mind."

you blinked at him. "you have dreams of us having sex?"

"all the time." his answer was shameless, but perhaps that was one of the things you loved about him so much; the way he was shameless about loving you. "aw c'mon, aren't you gonna gawk at our masterpiece some more?" he pouted making you roll your eyes.

"'m tired, toru. lemme sleep first, then i'll gawk at it, alright?"

i get: reblog

you get: a new set of paint

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lil-ms-darkness · 9 months

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Warm Like Baked Bread: Bigby Wolf x Goldilocks!Fem!Reader

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, and I hope you enjoy it.

For comic readers, this is an AU where Goldilocks is not a total extremist psychopath and is, instead, a survivor of circumstance. Living with the human Fable community in New York.

I have a few more small continuations to this in the works, so if you enjoyed this one, you can look forward to those.

-Lil_Ms_Darkness

“Come on in!” The woman calls from inside.

Bigby knocks on the wooden door, already able to smell the fresh baked goods from outside.

He looked to his right, finding her in the small kitchenette with a loaf of freshly baked bread cooling on the counter next to a couple cubes of decorated fabric, two decently sized boxes on the small island.

Just inviting people inside can’t be very safe But he tries the doorknob anyway, stepping through the door, closing it and walking down the small hallway that opens up into a one room apartment, a small love seat to the far right, back against a pony wall that a twin sized bed rested against on the other side. The bed has one long pillow, a plush looking throw at the end and a sea of stuffed animals. Against the wall across from the love seat, a tv set rests, framing two windows with sheer curtains.

“Are you just going to stand there, inspecting my home or are you going to come in, properly?” She asks and he notices the curly blonde hair tied into a messy bun, plain jeans and t-shirt covered by a pink apron. When she looks over at him, a single curl falls past her brow, warm eyes examining him for a brief moment before returning to her work.

Yeah, I do have the smallest apartment. Damn.

“Nice place you got here.” He muses as she sets a plastic container holding 6 muffins on top of one of the fabric squares, covering them and popping the holes in to protect the product before she wraps them up with a small bow tied in the fabric on top. She moves to set the muffins in one of the boxes, but he can still smell the baked blueberries and sweet, cooked sugar.

“Thank you, Sheriff. You’re welcome to sit at the island, if you’d like.” She offers without looking at him.

“I’m not here for an order, I need to ask you a few questions.” But he steps on the other side of the counter to stay out of her way. Her meticulous movements seem rehearsed and fluid like water.

“Ask away.” She says simply, continuing on her work.

“I understand you have a baking business,” he gestures to the pans and assorted baked items littering her countertops, “-do you do this full time?”

“Doesn’t leave you much down time.” He mutters

“Not quite. I have a full time job at the Trip Trap as a bartender. It’s not super busy, but since Lily was- ahem, since Lily passed, Holly needed a little more time so she could focus on herself a bit more. Woody talked me up to her, and boom, full time gig. When I’m not working there, I’m either delivering orders, or preparing orders.”

“No, but if you have a goal, sacrificing a little bit of forever doesn’t seem so bad.” She smiles, faintly. “And when I open up my Bed and Breakfast, it’ll all be worth it.” She sighs, softly and dreamily.

“Bed and Breakfast, huh?”

“Many of us are down on our luck, barely scraping by. Just look at Toad and TJ. I’m planning to open up my Bed and Breakfast to help Fables have a safe, clean place to go. Besides the Farm.” She wraps up the now cooled loaf of bread, “Why the interest in my career?”

“Have you been approached by anyone wanting to purchase sweets specifically for Snow White?” He leans forward, gauging her reaction.

Her eyes move up to his in an instant,

“She’s okay, right?”

“If you know something you need to tell me.”

“You do know something.” He examines her eyes, and he can read concern in them.

She definitely was approached by our guy.

“No, she’s safe.” He says, calmly.

“Yes, a gentleman asked for a special delivery to the Business Office for Snow White. 3 boxes of white chocolate covered strawberries and a raspberry drizzle with an apple crumble pie.” She says cautiously and Bigby squints at the mention of an apple pie. “I had the same reaction, Sheriff. I don’t read other Fables stories, but it doesn’t take a genius to know how she’d feel about that one...she is okay, right? I refused to do it, he didn’t do anything to her, did he?”

“Good.” She sighs, and pulls down a plate and a small fork, setting a muffin onto it.

“Did he give you a name?”

“I’m pretty sure he gave me a fake one,” she uses a butter knife to cut open the muffin before adding some butter to it, “but he gave me an alternate delivery address before I refused the order. Something about 'I understand that interacting with a princess would be nerve wracking'.”

“Do you still have it? The address?”

“I might, let me check.” She sets the plate with the muffin in front of him, wiping her hands on her apron and opening a drawer, digging around it.

“Free sample?” He asks, glancing down at the muffin. He can smell it already and it smells delicious.

“A thank you.” She corrects without looking up from the drawer.

“For?”

“Can’t say I’m surprised you don’t remember. You ate a man who was trying to get into my treehouse back in the Homelands. I doubt you did it to help me, you looked hungry, but it doesn’t change the fact that you may have saved me from worse horrors that day.”

“Mmm, most people would’ve been worried I’d eat them, too.” He muses.

“Maybe that’s why I’m feeding you now, you’ll never know.” She pushes something else aside in the drawer as she speaks, then lets out a little “There you are.” before pulling out a piece of paper, torn from a full sized piece of lined paper. She hands it over and he takes it, reading the address.

He has what he came for, but the muffin still permeates his senses. He picks up the fork and tears a piece of muffin off, inhaling the scent again with a slow sniff through his nose.

“Don’t worry, I only use the best poison for clients of your magnitude.” She smirks for the first time and his brown eyes lifted to meet hers, clearly not amused with the joke. “I’m joking, I doubt poison would kill you anyway. And the last thing I need is the charge of killing the Sheriff of Fabletown on my rear.” He looks down at the muffin on the fork before he decides to take a bite. It was warm and fresh, the blueberries moist and the sugar sprinkled on top of the muffin crunchy and flavorful. “Besides, I’m sure there’s a reason the other Fables fear you.”

He pauses, another piece of muffin close to his lips.

“You don’t know why they’re all afraid of me?” He sounds genuinely confused and surprised.

“I don’t read stories of other Fables, remember? Red did try to tell me about an encounter you two had at some point, something about her grandmother, but to tell you the truth, I was dealing with my own demons that I didn’t really hear her story fully. Then when Woody took me under his wing, he told me a bunch of stories about you, but honestly they all just sounded like someone trying to be bigger and badder than the next. So, I felt like it was pointless to hate you for things that didn’t directly involve me.” She shrugs, “Easy to say when you’re not experiencing what everyone is telling you about, but I don’t really care.”

“You knew Red?” He sounds surprised, “And the Woodsman?” Then he just sounded dumbfounded.

“Woody isn’t a bad guy, a little unorthodox maybe, and a little bit of an alcoholic with a tendency for dumb decisions, but not inherently bad. As for lil Red, she was my best friend after my mother abandoned me.” She smiles softly at the thought of her friend. His brow furrows as he looks at her; he’d always thought she got lost in the woods after going too far out, or maybe just got bored and decided to wreak some havoc like many children do. Maybe made a mistake but tried to rectify it and be better, like himself. “Surprised, aren’t ya? That’s why I don’t read the stories, because mine is all messed up. Mom abandoned me in the middle of the woods and left, I haven’t seen her since. One thing they don’t mention was I was 5 at the time, and had spent the better part of a month in the woods, starving and freezing. So when I came across the Bear’s home, I went in and I ate their porridge and slept in their beds, I tracked mud in their chairs. But not because I wanted to, but because it was either that or die, and I wanted to take advantage of the little bit of comfort I’d found.”

He didn’t remember asking, and he wonders why she seems so comfortable telling him her whole life story. Then again, he was still eating her muffin and he supposes he owes her a small token, after feeding him and giving the information he needed without any trace of being needing to pry it out of her. It likely would have taken this long if it were Holly or anybody else in Fabletown. He supposes she deserves an ear to listen. Besides, the strange sense of normalcy in how she spoke to him was oddly pleasant. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think they were friends for years. But the moment comes to a close as he finishes the last bite of his muffin and decides it’s time to get on his way.

He stands and sets the fork on his plate,

“Do you want me to put this in the sink for you?” He asks but she shakes her head, “Alright then. Have a good night.” He heads for the door.

“Sheriff,” She calls and he glances over his shoulder to offer her his attention in pure silence. “In my line of work, both at the Trip Trap and in my own business, a lot of gossip passes me by. If you ever need information, my door is open to you. If I know something, I’ll share it.”

“And what do you want in return?” There’s always a catch, he knows there’s something. Nobody ever gives something for nothing, especially not to the Big Bad Wolf.

“You let me feed you when you come to visit.”

“That’s not much of an exchange.”

“Then, how about you get to know me, that way if you hear a version of that messed up story you can debunk it.”

He’s quiet for a moment, looking at her kind, inviting eyes. He nods once and turns,

“Thank you, Goldilocks.”

“[F/N].”

“Hmm?”

“Call me [F/N].”

Now alone in the hallway, he pulls out his pack of cigarettes and grabs one between his lips before he lights it. He takes a puff and pulls out the address on the paper. He suspects he’ll see her again, whether it be for information or just for another muffin. As he tucks the address away and walks down the hall, he almost looks forward to coming back.

“...Thank you, [F/N].” He heads to the door, opening it and closing it behind him.

#bigby wolf x reader #goldilocks #fem reader #the wolf among us

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months

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Strawberry Suede

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

I sat walking myself through a few plays before the tournament's second day started, People were milling about waiting for the tournament to start grabbing drinks and chatting among themselves.

"Morning Watts," Harry Beltic smiled as he came and sat on the chair next to me with his drink,

"Morning," I answered trying to be... pleasant like also getting my work done,

"You uhh... you been in a fight?" He asked as he looked at my neck and immediately I knew why,

"No!" I snapped moving my jacket collar up to hide myself better,

"Really? Come on let me look." he laughed trying to see,

"Nope! Nope! I have a knife I'm not afraid to use it." I warned him but he flicked my collar down and saw

"Holy- do they hurt?"

"No!" I snapped trying to hide it a little

"Wait... are you wearing make-up over them!"

"Maybe..."

"So there even more under there!" He laughed,

"Maybe..."

"Let me see come on."

I rolled my eyes and rubbed the makeup off my neck a little letting him see one small section,

"Whoa..."

"Shut up."

"Is that... is that on all of your neck?!"

"Yes."

"Who did that to you?" he chuckled,

"None of your business Beltic"

"Hummmm..." he smirked he brushed my neck with his finger a moment and he had managed to get some of the lipstick stains from my skin on his finger

Shit.

He rubbed it a little, smelt it, and seemed suspicious "Revlon. Strawberry suede... Matt but it wasn't dry yet."

"Why do you know that?"

"So you admit it!"

"I mean... yeah. But I'm concerned why you know that?"

"I go shopping with Beth, I've learnt all the brands and shades. What else am I gonna do at a make-up counter for four hours?"

"Fair enough,"

"Now... the ultimate question who do we know who wears strawberry suede?"

"Uhhhhhh, No one." I blushed a little,

"Well Beth doesn't she is really set on snow poppy," He muttered, his every word making me more nervous, "Clio just owns Le Belle..." He muttered, "Humm..."

"Hello Boys," Y/n smiled as she came over given the tournament was about to start so she likely came to get us, in her little black dagger heels, her black and white contrast pannel dress, her hair curled perfectly, she looked gorgeous as always but... the only thing harry noticed was of course her lips, coated in her Strawberry Suede lipstick.

Harry smirked as he looked at me,

"Shut up," I told him

"I didn't know you were into that?"

"Shut up." I told him, "And I wasn't... till I met her," I got up taking my board and putting an arm around y/n, "Come on sugar."

"Did I miss something?" She giggled as we walked away,

"Well maybe if someone hadn't made my neck look like I'd been in a fight this morning."

"You loved it" she giggled, giving my cheek a kiss and leaving her lipstick kiss there.

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daisykihannie · 3 months

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Winter Mornings (H.JS)

pairing: bf!Jisung x gn!reader

warnings: Fluffiest Fluff! Super soft! Will give you cavities with how sweet this is!

You were currently laying in bed with your boyfriend, Jisung. You had just woken up to him laying on your chest. The winter sun bouncing off the snow that was falling. The light shining ever so slightly into you and Jisung's shared bedroom.

You looked down at him as he slept peacefully on your chest. His chestnut hair was sprawled out and his face was glistening from the light. He looked so precious that you didn't want to wake him. One of your favorite things was cuddling with him. You ran your fingers through his hair gently, sweeping his bangs out of his face.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at you. "Good morning babe~" you hummed in a soft, gentle voice. He smiled up at you. "Good morning~" he said softly. God, he was so beautiful. You continued to run your fingers through his hair. "How long have you been up?" he asked. "Maybe 5 or 10 minutes. Not very long." You said softly. He nodded and sat up, you sitting up with him. You just looked at him for a bit, admiring the way his skin glowed in the light. You leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was soft and gentle. "I love you so much Jisung." You said with a soft smile when you pulled away from the kiss. "I love you too Y/N." he said, returning your smile.

The both of you then got out of bed, walking to the window to watch the snow fall. He followed behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. You leaned your head on top of his still watching the snow fall. You felt so peaceful and happy. "It's beautiful. Isn't it?" You say and Jisung nods. "Extremely. But you're prettier." You turned your head, kissing the top of his head, a soft blush painting your cheeks.

After a few moments of watching the snow fall and enjoying each other's presence and the embrace, you two decided to go downstairs and make breakfast together. You held his hand as you walked down the stairs and to the kitchen together. You started collecting the ingredients needed for pancakes, making sure to grab the whipped cream and strawberries for the toppings. It was one of Jisung's favorite foods and your own favorite.

You began to make and mix the batter and he started to heat up the skillet. He moved a small slice of butter over the hot surface until it coated the skillet and melted. You began to pour the batter in large circles into the skillet. While you cooked the pancakes he started slicing the strawberries into cute heart shapes.

You continued cooking the pancakes until the batter was all used up, separating the pancakes onto two separate plates, three for him and three for you. He then topped the pancakes with powdered sugar, whipped cream, and the strawberry hearts he cut. He made your whipped cream into the shape of a heart. He smiled at you and you kissed his lips gently. You took some whipped cream on the tip of your finger, swiping it onto the tip of his nose before kissing it softly to get the whipped cream off. Both of you laughing softly, love evident in both your faces. The fond look in his eyes making your body erupt in butterflies.

You each grabbed your plates and went to sit at the table across from eachother. No matter how many times you ate with him, you'd never get used to the way he looks at you and how cute he looks with his cheeks puffed out while he fills them with his food. All of it so endearing. Both of you eating your stack of pancakes in a comfortable, love filled, silence just happy to be together. "mmm, they're really good. You did a great job." he said, giving you praises. "We did it together. You helped make them taste so good." You said also giving him praises. You both finish eating your pancakes in a comfortable silence.

A/N: I know it's kind of short compared to my usual one shots but I'm in a soft mood which is rare so I'm not used to writing soft stuff.

If you had to admit, you loved Winter mornings.

#skz #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz x reader #han jisung #skz han #im too soft #hes so babygirl

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ghxst-heart · 2 years

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ꜱᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴋꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱ ─ ᴇʟᴠɪs ᴘʀᴇsʟᴇʏ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (Y/N) was a good girl. She was always home before her curfew, she helped her father prepare for his gigs, and she stayed away from the good-for-nothin’ stagehand boys that were always trying to win her affection. She was a good girl, her father’s obedient pride and joy, until Elvis Presley became his opening act. ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Usual time-period sexism, mentions of race and segregation through slang. ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, HankSnowDaughter!Reader, kind of an Innocent!Reader, AustinButler!Elvis ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Crushing!Elvis Presley X Reader ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.3k

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ sʜᴏᴛ ᴍɪssɪssɪᴘᴘɪ ʙᴏʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) didn’t want to go back to the carnival. She didn’t think she could face her father after disappointing him. A lecture would be waiting for her, full of scorn and hurtful words that would strike her right in the heart. She already felt guilty for letting Betty make her over like a pinup girl, and how she reacted to Elvis’ performance only made her feel worse. She felt ashamed that she had let herself lose control. Anyone who knew she was Hank Snow’s daughter would be disappointed in her; she had brought shame and sin onto her father’s name.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) had convinced Betty to stay out with her just a little longer, waiting until the clock struck midnight to even think about returning to the carnival. If she was in trouble with her father, she might as well pile on the fury and miss her nine o’clock curfew. There was no use in getting back into her father’s good graces; she was too far gone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Betty had found a small twenty-four-hour diner just down the road from the auditorium, and the two girls sat in a booth sipping on strawberry milkshakes. (Y/N) had changed back into her own skirt, and her fingers nervously bunched the flowy fabric of it as she chewed on her lip. Her eyes were locked onto the street outside, watching teens and adults alike wander up and down the street without a care in the world. She could feel Betty’s eyes boring into the side of her face, and she knew that Betty had a lot to say to her. (Y/N) would have liked to have a few choice words with her as well, but she didn’t know where to start.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The older woman sighed deeply, sounding almost amused by the situation. (Y/N) frowned and glared at her, narrowing her eyes as she thought of what to say. Betty only smirked back at her, taking a long sip from her milkshake before letting her shoulders slump against the plush booth seat behind her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) grumbled, rolling her eyes at Betty’s nonchalance. "This is all your fault, y’know.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Betty chuckled, “No, it ain’t.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s eyes bugged, and she leaned forward on the table, her mouth drawn into a tight frown. "You’re the one that dragged me to the stupid Hayride in the first place, Betty! I told ya my daddy wouldn’t like it, yet you did it anyway!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It ain’t my fault, sugar,” Betty passively said, her eyes trailing along the bar as if she were bored. "The decision was yours, (Y/N). I just helped ya make the more fun decision.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I ain’t havin’ any fun now! My daddy’s furious with me. I’ll be on the next Greyhound home the moment he lays eyes on me.” (Y/N) sadly said, her head falling into her hands as she spoke. This wasn’t how she wanted the night to go; this wasn’t how she wanted her summer to end. All she had to do was listen to her father. Why was that so hard to do? Why did she have to let Betty convince her to get all dolled up and go to the damn Hayride?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Betty remained silent, letting (Y/N) retreat further into her thoughts. (Y/N) didn’t know how long they sat there, the sounds of the diner filling the silence that stretched between them. (Y/N) found it quite soothing, the laughter of teens out past their curfew and the sizzling of burgers on the grill helping to calm her mind. It reminded her of her sophomore year of high school. She’d tell her father that she was leaving for a study group at the library, but she’d really be hopping into her best friend’s rag top, and they’d head to the drive-in before they ended the night at their favorite diner, sipping strawberry milkshakes just as she and Betty were doing now.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) wished that she had been better at hiding her disobedience of her father’s orders tonight. It would have been much more manageable than knowing she’d be returning to the circus to have a screaming match about the shame she brought to him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, I’ll be.” Betty breathed and reached across the table to shake (Y/N)’s arm. (Y/N) groaned and swatted her hand away, but Betty was persistent. "(Y/N/N), look who just walked in!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I don’t care, Betty!” (Y/N) whined, sounding like her younger self when she didn’t get her way. (Y/N) usually would have been mindful of the tone of her voice, but her energy was running low, and she didn’t have much left to curb her attitude anymore.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Would you stop bein’ a wet rag and listen to me?” Betty snapped, her eyes still trained on the diner’s entrance behind (Y/N)’s head. "Elvis Presley just walked in, darl’.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s head shot up from the table, her face pale and her eyes wide as she looked at Betty. Oh, no, this couldn’t be happening. Her body flushed with embarrassment, and she hid her face in her hands once more. She couldn’t face him after how she reacted at the Hayride. They’d locked eyes more than once at the Hayride; surely, he’d recognize her. She started to panic. She needed a way to get out of the diner without him seeing her. But, unfortunately, Betty had other plans.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Elvis Presley!” Betty called out, sliding out of the booth and letting her hip rest on the side of the table. (Y/N) looked at her with wide eyes, her spine straightening with fear.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What in Sam Hill are you doin’?!” (Y/N) whispered. She could feel her nerves prickle under her skin as goosebumps appeared over her arms. Betty glanced at (Y/N) with a sly smirk and winked, leaning down slightly to whisper in her ear.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“(Y/N/N), you’re already in enough trouble, may as well enjoy it before ya daddy sends ya home.” Betty teased, standing up straight as she waved Elvis over. (Y/N) felt like crawling under the table and disappearing into the linoleum flooring; she’d never be able to recover from this. Betty smiled sweetly at her and crossed her arms over her stomach, pushing her bust up and putting it on full display as Elvis sauntered over to their table.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) had let her curiosity get the best of her, and, despite her wanting to die on the spot from seeing the man she screamed at not two hours ago face-to-face, she let her head turn over her shoulder. Again, there stood the man in the pink suit, this time without that damned jacket, his arm slung over a pretty brunette’s shoulders and flanked by his bandmates. (Y/N) recognized the girl as the one from the alleyway earlier that night, the one that was trying to help Elvis settle his stomach with a Pepsi. (Y/N)’s heart squeezed in her chest as she watched Elvis walk toward them, his steps just as calculated and thoughtful as when he walked onto the stage earlier that night. The diner lighting highlighted his tanned skin, and (Y/N) finally got to see his face without the harsh shadows that the stage lights cast. He seemed to become even more beautiful in the two hours she had last seen him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“My, that was quite the bash tonight, Mr. Presley. I ain’t never seen anyone like you.” Betty complimented, smiling up at the tall man with hooded eyes. (Y/N) carefully watched her. Betty flirted with everyone, but she was really laying it on thick with how she looked at him. (Y/N) would have been impressed with her boldness if she wasn’t so embarrassed. She could never imagine flirting with a boy while he had his girl under his arm.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s eyes fluttered toward Elvis, and he let a shy smile grace his face as his head bowed. (Y/N) felt like her heart was about to explode; he was so endearing. A man with that kind of talent should have been overly confident, almost to the point that it seemed arrogant, but he was bashful and timid, unsure of how to go about responding to the compliment.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Elvis nervously chuckled, his hand running along his jaw as his eyes met Betty’s. "Thank you, little darlin’. ‘Preciate it.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) bit her lips as she listened to him speak, her cheeks heating up with a deep blush. She would be lying if she said she didn’t love his voice; it was so smooth and deep that all she wanted to do was listen to him talk day in and day out. Betty glanced toward (Y/N) from the corner of her eye, taking in her reaction to hearing his voice without the reverberation of the auditorium speakers. She smirked and quietly chuckled, returning her eyes to Elvis and his group.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What would ya think of joinin’ two adorin’ fans and sharin’ a basket of fries?” Betty asked. (Y/N) felt the color drain from her face as Betty offered to share their booth with them. She couldn’t even meet Elvis’ eyes; how would she get through a basket of fries?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Elvis turned his head over his shoulder to confer with his bandmates, and they agreed with a few shrugs of their shoulders. Then, finally, the man from earlier, the one that had the guitar in the alleyway, decided for them with a smug grin. "If you’re buyin’, doll.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Betty sighed, pretending to ponder her decision before she hummed, “I suppose I can buy ya beatniks some fries, the least I could do after that performance.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The group laughed, and they began to settle into the booth. (Y/N) scooted to the booth’s corner, trying to make herself as small as possible as the guitar player settled beside her. Betty squeezed onto the end of the booth, sliding her milkshake across the table as Elvis, the girl, and the bass player that (Y/N) vaguely remembered was named Bill filed into the seat in front of them. (Y/N) sat straighter, tucking her legs as close to the seat as she could to keep them away from Elvis. Her heart began to hammer in her chest as the group went around and introduced themselves to one another, starting to become acquainted for their brief night hanging out.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Elvis let his arm hang over the back of the booth behind the girl’s head, “Well, uh, y’all know me, I guess. This here’s my girl, Dixie,” he paused to let his fingers dance across her shoulder, earning a quiet giggle from the girl. (Y/N) fought with herself to keep the pang of jealousy that struck her heart at the interaction at bay; she wanted nothing more than to be in Dixie’s position. Elvis grinned as he pointed to the bass player and then the guitar player, “An’ that’s Bill and Scotty.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Betty leaned her elbow onto the table, her hand supporting her chin as she flirtatiously smiled at Scotty. "I’m Betty, and that pretty darlin’ right there is (Y/N).”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) froze as five pairs of eyes focused on her, and her heart seemed to stop in her chest. She sucked in a sharp breath, her teeth pulling on her bottom lip and ruining the red lipstick that Betty had applied earlier. She shyly waved, forcing a tiny smile onto her face, “Hiya.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Bill kindly smiled at her, “So, you gals from ’round here?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Betty grinned, thankfully taking the attention away from (Y/N), “Do we look like we’re from ’round here, Bill?” The group chuckled at Betty’s snarky comment, and she waved them off as she answered his question. "We’re with a travelin’ carnival. (Y/N)’s daddy is Hank Snow.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hank Snow?” Scotty sat up straight, turning his body to her as he asked, “Your brother went on before us, dinnit he?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) slowly nodded her head, taking a small sip of her milkshake. She could feel Elvis’ eyes trained on the side of her face, but she kept her eyes on Scotty to keep herself grounded. She was worried that if she looked at the Presley man, she’d snap her mouth shut and sink into oblivion, too mortified to recover from her reaction at the Hayride, “Yeah. Daddy’s been tryin’ to get his name out there. This was his first big gig.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Dixie giggled from under Elvis’ arm, “He’s a funny little act. He’s got a good voice.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Bill chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward on his elbows to look at (Y/N), “Sure, he’s got potential. Could be good without your daddy leading his career, though.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s brows furrowed as Bill waved down a waitress, unsure what he meant by that. She may not have liked her father’s music and thought it was boring and too conservative, but he was still her father. A flash of courage washed over her as she sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing in Bill’s direction. "You sayin’ my daddy don’t know what he’s doin’?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Bill disregarded her comment as he ordered two baskets of fries and flirted with the young waitress, but the group around her watched her with wary eyes. Betty had a slight grin toying on her features, and (Y/N) knew she was proud of her for sticking up for her family. She may be fighting with her father at the moment, but she’d defend him any time of day.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Now, now, little lady, don’t get so defensive,” Bill said, holding his hands up as he relaxed against the booth. "I was just sayin’ he’s got a different demo than what I’m guessin’ your brother’s goin’ for.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s frown deepened, and she fought the urge to say something else, but she knew it wouldn’t do her any good. So, she bit her tongue, opting to scoff and roll her eyes as she took a sip of her milkshake. The group didn’t quite know how to move on, they didn’t know each other well enough to slide onto another topic of conversation so quickly, but Elvis suddenly spoke up, smoothing the rough patch as if he’d been remedying their squabbles for years.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’d love to bake a biscuit of that song he sang, y’know?” Elvis spoke up, his hand waving through the air as he spoke. His lip curled as he spoke, and it would have seemed malicious if he had been saying anything else. "It could be real hip with Scotty’s guitar skills.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) faintly smiled, her eyes trained on her fingers as they traced the lip of her glass. She felt something nudge her foot under the table, and her gaze snapped up to meet Elvis’ electrifying blue eyes. He was grinning at her, but it wasn’t like how Betty grinned at her. Betty often looked standoffish and mean when she grinned, but he looked inviting, friendly in a way that (Y/N) had never seen before. (Y/N) felt her smile widen, and she sat up again, letting herself become more comfortable.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hadn’t realized that the group had spent the entire night tucked into that diner until the sun started peeking through the window beside them, and the waitress began offering coffee instead of milkshake refills. They talked and talked, and it was as if they had known each other their entire lives. Betty had tucked into Scotty’s side, and (Y/N) had noticed that she was slowly rubbing her hand over his thigh as they talked in hushed whispers. Bill had disappeared to sit at the bar counter, chatting up the young waitress refilling salt shakers behind the counter. Dixie had fallen asleep early into the night, leaving (Y/N) and Elvis to talk amongst themselves.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It surprised (Y/N) how easily they clicked. After his performance that night, (Y/N) thought she’d be too horrified to even look him in the eye, but now she didn’t want to stop. Like when he was on stage, Elvis drew her in. He kept her attention with his shy smiles and expressive hands. Even while he tried to stay still so Dixie could sleep soundly on his chest, his free hand moved this way and that, like he just couldn’t stop himself. (Y/N) let a small smile grace her features as the thought that he always had a soulful beat drumming in his soul, unable to let his body rest for even a moment, ran through her mind.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The more they talked, the more she wanted to know about him. He was so much more than the wiggly boy she watched on stage that night. He was a poor boy from Tupelo, Mississippi, that grew up around the beautiful sounds of genuine jazz and blues music, listening to soul-changing gospels and imitating them as he grew. He liked to hang out on Beale Street in Memphis, and most of his inspiration came from the music he’d hear trickling out of bars and restaurants along the street. (Y/N) was in awe of him and how he spent his life; it was so different from hers.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As if that weren’t enough, he seemed to be just as entranced by her as she was by him. She didn’t think he had taken his eyes off her the whole night, and it was slowly driving her wild. She had never had anyone pay such close attention to her; it was almost overwhelming. But, a part of her relished in it. She wondered if the hidden part of her that had made that brief appearance during his performance, the unapologetically wild part of her, urged her to be as bold as Betty was being. Sometime throughout the night, she had extended her foot and let it softly nudge his, and then, as the night progressed, their feet became tangled, and their ankles hooked around each other. It would have been innocent enough, it hadn’t moved past that, but Elvis’ girl was asleep on his chest as he played footsie with (Y/N).

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The small action brought a faint blush to the apples of her cheeks, and it remained there until the night turned to day. (Y/N) glanced out the window for the first time in a while, needing to take a quick breather from Elvis’ enchanting eyes, and her heart dropped when she saw that the sky was no longer sleek black and dotted with bright stars but a pretty mixture of yellows, pinks, and oranges.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, no,” (Y/N) breathed, her jaw hanging slack as she turned back to Elvis. His brows had furrowed together, confused by her sudden change in demeanor.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What’s wrong, doll?” Elvis asked, and (Y/N) finally realized that his voice had become raspy from all their talking. A shiver ran down her spine as she pushed away the feelings stirring in her stomach.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nervously chuckled, “My daddy’s gonna kill me. My curfew was nine o’clock.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Elvis let out a hearty laugh, “D’ya know how late it was when I got ‘ere?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded, a sheepish smile gracing her features as her eyes fell to her lap. Speaking with Elvis all night pulled something within her to the surface, and although she still blushed profusely as she said it, she didn’t hesitate. "I guess I don’ mind my daddy bein’ upset with me if I’ve been out with you all night.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A sense of accomplishment filled (Y/N)’s heart when she saw Elvis’ tanned skin start to glow red, and he ducked his head to shield it from her view. He’d been causing her to blush all night, and the fact that she could do the same to someone like him brought an elated feeling to her heart. It was like she was back at the Hayride, reliving the feeling that Elvis’ music made her feel.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) happily sighed and glanced toward Betty, seeing she was in the same position as Dixie. She was leaning against Scotty, her head on his shoulder as she softly snored, and Scotty was doing the same with his head atop hers. (Y/N) softly smiled and reached across Scotty to shake Betty awake. Betty groaned and swatted (Y/N)’s hand away, and she softly chuckled as she glanced back at Elvis. He watched her attempt to wake her friend, his eyes alight with something (Y/N) had never seen a man look at her with. She grew warmer under his gaze, but she redirected her attention to Betty.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Betty, we’ve gotta go,” (Y/N) said, her fingers gently pinching Betty’s thigh.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m comfy, I ain’t leavin’,” Betty whined, snuggling further into Scotty’s chest. The guitarist started to stir, but he didn’t fully wake. (Y/N) hummed, her lips pursing as she tried to think of something to do. She knew Betty wasn’t a heavy sleeper, but waking her up shouldn’t have been this hard.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You got any ideas?” (Y/N) asked Elvis, watching him quietly chuckle at his friend and Betty. He nodded and began to untangle his legs from (Y/N)’s. A slight frown made its way to her face from the loss of contact, but it was quickly replaced by a shocked smile when Scotty suddenly shouted out in pain, his eyes flying open as he directed his anger toward Elvis.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What the hell, man!” Scotty shouted, finally stirring Betty awake as he sat up straight and turned toward his friend. The guitarist tried to kick Elvis back, but the man in the pink suit was too quick and easily dodged the hit with a sly grin.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Elvis and (Y/N) laughed, the reactions of their friends too hilarious to keep quiet for Dixie’s sake. Finally, the young girl let out a noise of disapproval and heaved herself off Elvis’ chest, her eyes narrowed into a harsh glare as she awoke from her slumber.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What is goin’ on, Elvis?” Dixie whined, rubbing her eyes and smearing her eyeliner around her eyes. (Y/N) grinned, finding it humorous that she could be so crabby after a night of sleeping on Elvis’ chest. (Y/N) would be over the moon if she had the opportunity; she didn’t think that even a rude awakening could ruin her mood if she got to be held by him while she slept.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The cats gotta go, Scotty,” Elvis chuckled, running his hand along his jaw as he spoke. (Y/N) bit her lip as she watched the movement, the unfamiliar churning of her stomach returning. She wasn’t sure what he did to her, but she wasn’t complaining. On the contrary, she loved the warm feeling it brought to her entire body.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scotty rolled his eyes and gently patted Betty’s hip to tell her to get out of the booth. (Y/N), Dixie, and Elvis soon followed suit, stretching their limbs above their heads to relieve the tension of sitting in the cramped booth for so long. (Y/N)’s head lolled on her shoulders as she asked the waitress for the check, but Elvis soon stepped in and handed the young girl a five-dollar bill, telling her to keep the change for herself.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Elvis, you don’t gotta pay for us.” (Y/N) protested, reaching out to grab the bill from the girl, but Elvis shooed her along before (Y/N) could even take one step forward. (Y/N) frowned, her eyes meeting his. "We invited ya, we should pay.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Elvis just shook his head, smirking down at her as he spoke quietly enough that the others couldn’t hear, “I ain’t never let a lady pay, not for a night as fun as this.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) blushed, and her head bowed. She could not meet his eyes; she feared he’d see the utter adoration she had garnered for him over the last few hours swimming through her irises. For whatever reason, that would have been worse than when she first faced him in the diner. Their group of six began to head for the exit, and (Y/N) found herself retreating into her own mind. She didn’t want to leave, not yet. She had only just met Elvis; she wanted to know more about him, she wanted to spend more time with him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Betty left to use the phone booth to call Jimmie, and Elvis, the true southern gentleman he was, insisted on waiting around until Jimmie came to pick them up. (Y/N) let herself believe it was because he wanted to spend more time with her just as she did him. Their group continued to chat, picking up the conversations they had dropped before their group dispersed a few hours prior.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jimmie arrived sooner than (Y/N) had hoped, his tired eyes shining brightly as he realized that his sister was alright after she hadn’t returned to the carnival camp. Scotty walked Betty to Jimmie’s truck, holding it open with a grin as they said their goodbyes, and (Y/N) hung back to exchange a few last words with Elvis.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Elvis let his arm drape over (Y/N)’s shoulder, and he pulled her into a one-armed hug, his large hand secured on her arm to hold her close. (Y/N) felt butterflies erupt in her stomach, and they only worsened when he dropped his hand to slip a neatly folded napkin into the waistband of her skirt.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“If ya ever find yourself in Memphis,” he quietly said, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he led her to Jimmie’s truck. He leaned against the open door, offering his hand to help her inside. (Y/N) smiled at him, but her eyes fell to the younger teenage girl standing a few feet behind him. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, and her face was drawn into a pinched glare directed only at (Y/N).

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) knew at that moment that if her father didn’t kill her for her behavior tonight, Dixie would.

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starboyshoyo · 1 year

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Hello! A red rose + a square mirror with a wooden frame please

Thank you for requesting!

Item 1: A red rose

Mirror 7: A square mirror with a wooden frame.

You pick up the rose. Its thorns prick your skin when you touch the stem. Floral fragrance, so potent it could choke you, fills the air.

You have chosen: Riddle Rosehearts x reader, in the bakery

An encounter with an old friend in a familiar place leads to second chances.

TW: Riddle’s abusive mother, hurt/comfort

“Happy birthday, Riddle! We got you a strawberry tart to eat- an entire one all for yourself!”

“Don’t eat it all at once, Riddle! You’ll get a stomachache. If you eat slowly you can finish it though!”

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Early autumn frost crunches beneath your boots as you follow the winding path into the village, wind tangling with the branches of nearby trees and sending colorful leaves whirling past your feet.

In late August, the warm days had come to an end and the chill was starting to set in. Since today was milder than most, you decided it was a good time to pick up a supply of bread from the Clover family bakery. The yearly task of snow-proofing your house had taken up most of your time in the past few days, leaving you unable to spare the trip downhill to the grocers’. Besides, no one made pastries better than the Clovers. Trey’s mother was always joking that you should marry into the family just for the sweets, though you suspected she wanted a good wife for her eldest son. The village didn’t exactly have a lot of other options.

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“Riddle, you have to go home quick! It took longer than we thought for you to finish it- Oh, no- Mrs. Rosehearts is here!”

“Riddle, are you there? You didn’t come outside to play with us today, or the day before.”

“…Riddle?”

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The front of the Clover bakery is as pristine as ever when you arrive. Warm golden light spills from inside as you swing open the door, breadbasket in tow. The melodic chime of a bell hanging from the door handle greets your ears as you step inside. Walking up to the counter, you wrestle your wallet free from the bulky layers of your coat. “Hey, Trey. I’m here to pick up my order-“

You stop dead in the middle of your sentence. The person in front of you seems just as surprised, staring at you with wide gray eyes. You’d know those eyes anywhere, but it had been nearly ten years since you’d seen them last. “… Riddle?”

There behind the counter was none other than Riddle Rosehearts. A lost childhood friend… and a lost childhood love. He’s wearing a baker’s apron and cap, flour smudged down the front, but it was definitely the young boy you had known in the past. A lock of rose-red hair curls over his cheek. “…Long time no see,” he mumbles to you.

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“You insolent little brats! Poisoning my son with your disobedience and stuffing him full of sugar. Riddle, come here. We’re going home.”

“Mrs. Rosehearts, wait! We were only trying to make him happy on his birthday! You’re making him cry, can’t you see that?”

“Silence! I won’t take this disrespect from a drab little thing like you. I would belt you myself if I could!”

“Mrs. Rosehearts, please! Wait!”

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“You can say that again,” you exhale. “I never thought I’d see you again! Trey told me he had heard you were attending NRC, but when he graduated and came back he told us…”

He told us that your mother was sending you to medical school abroad, you wanted to finish. You were no stranger to Riddle’s mother’s tyranny. She had made sure that you had been separated from your young friend, and you were sure the grip she had over Riddle was ironclad, if Trey's stories of life in NRC was anything to go off of. Here Riddle was though, in front of you. His eyes are more serious than you remember them, but they don’t seem unfriendly. “I… just didn’t expect you to not go to where your mom wanted you to,” you finish lamely. “It’s nice to see you again, though. Like, really nice.”

Riddle hesitates, then hesitates again. It had jarred him to see you a decade older. He had held you close to his heart for many years; and now it seems clear to him that you had done the same. “I… I told her no to medical school and she kicked me out,” he explains finally. “Trey’s family took me in and gave me a job. I’m staying with them for now, until I can get a place of my own. It’s nice to see you too, though,” he adds.

“I’m glad you’re finally free.” You say. Walking around to where the counter opened up to the customer floor, you beckon Riddle out. “Come on, come stand here in front of me. Let me get a good look at you. I haven’t seen you for so long.”

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“Riddle’s changed since you last saw him,” Trey’s young face was serious as he gazed at you. He fiddled with the magic pen he had gotten from his time at Night Raven College, his school abroad. He’s in the middle of his sophomore year there; but he had come home for winter break. “I don’t know if you’ll still like what you see if he comes back.”

The statement hangs in the air between the two of you. Riddle is different, and it’s possible he wouldn’t come back.

“I hope he does come back,” you respond. It comes out stilted, like you’re unsure of yourself, but still determined. “Even if I don’t like it… I just want to look.”

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The boy you had imagined all those years had become a man now. That much was clear in the way he held himself and the few inches he had grown.

But still… he was Riddle. Your Riddle. “You’re back.”

Squeezing him tightly in a hug, you feel him tense up, then relax.

“… I’m back.”

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sugarcloudsky · 1 year

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Henlo! can i request a platonic dark choco x tween!reader that takes place after the events of chapter 14? like a first meet kinda thing where dark ends up taking the reader under his wing? the rest of the details are up to you! sorry if this was a tad bit specific

「Vindication」

character: dark choco cookie (platonic)

cws: semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, possibly ooc dark choco ive never written for him :(

wc: 1.3k

this one took a lot of editing, hopefully it turned out ok!! requests are being worked on as fast as i can, im sorry everyone!!!

Strength can bring no good if it’s born from the suffering of others.

This he may have realized far too late. He had already stained the Strawberry Jam Sword with the suffering of countless cookies of his kingdom. No— the Dark Cacao Kingdom. He does not believe he deserves the title of prince of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, especially at a time such as this one.

Although Dark Choco Cookie had now freed himself from the weight of the sword, he still held a heavy darkness in his mind. He finally let go of his dark past, but he could never truly erase his mistakes. Something deep down inside him selfishly wanted to turn around, and return to the spot on the throne besides his father, but he knew it was never possible for someone like him.

He was not worthy of redemption, he was sure of it.

Yet, something in him still ached for the sense of relief. That maybe to at least one cookie, he could be a good person. That maybe one day, a cookie would look up to him in the same manner as he looked up to his own father.

He stops in his tracks, staring into sugar snow below his feet. The crystal-like powder sparkles underneath him. The howls of cream wolves can be heard in the distance. A sigh escapes his lips, deciding he should continue moving, or else he may become the cream wolves’ next meal.

“Hhgh— Help— Help me… anyone— please!”

A voice.

He freezes. His head quickly whips around towards the source, and in the very distance, he can almost make out a small amount of movement hidden in the trees. Squinting his eyes, he realizes what he sees.

A cookie. They seem to be much smaller than he is, but he assumes it's due to the distance between them.

Dark Choco Cookie hesitates. What should he do? Should he approach the cookie? What if it was a trap? What if the cookie was actually injured? He doesn’t know how to react, or what to do.

“Please! I—I Need help! I’m hurt! Someone— help me please!”

A pit forms in his stomach. Even if it was a trap, he couldn’t imagine living with himself if he ignored a cookie pleading for help, especially after every atrocious act he’d committed. Perhaps it was the prince still in him, but as quickly as he stopped moving, he rushed towards the cookie crying out.

When he's close enough, he realizes that you seem to be smaller than he had first thought. You weren’t a little kid, but you were obviously not quite an adult either. At the sound of his footsteps in front of you, you flinch.

The two of you lock eyes for a moment, your red teary eyes meeting his widened eyes. His eyes quickly land on your leg, which appears to have a large gash embedded in it, blood continuously oozing out of the wound. His heart sinks. There was an attempt from you to cover the wound, but with the thin fabric of your coat and your shaking hands, not much could be done. Not to mention, the cold weather was slowly getting to you as well.

“What happened?” he gets straight to the point. He kneels down on one knee, taking a closer look at the wound. The shape of the wound seems to resemble teeth markings.

Cream wolves.

“The— the, hhg, the wolves… they attacked me.” You’re barely able to choke out a response, painful sobs racking your chest. It hurts— it hurts so much. It’s unbearable. You’re so scared. “I don’t— hh, I don’t wanna die! Please, please—”

“Be quiet,” he hushes you, more harshly than he intended, tearing off a chunk of his cape. “They’ll come back if we make too much noise. I’ll help you.”

He tightly wraps the torn fabric around your leg, hoping the pressure will subside the bleeding, at least a little. He watches as you bite your lip in an attempt to quiet your sobs. A somber feeling clouds over him, feeling sorry for your current state.

After he’s sure the gash is properly covered, he stands up again. Your eyes follow him, still crying. He extends his hand out to you.

“Let’s move. I’ll carry you on my back. I’ll bring you somewhere safer.”

“…O—Okay.”

A much smaller hand grasps his, and he gently pulls you up. In one swift movement, he hoists you onto his back, careful not to touch your injured leg. He feels you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, your head burying into his neck, tears staining his dark cape.

He sighs as he begins walking in the direction he was headed in previously. Except now, he has a bit of an unexpected companion with him. Despite the circumstances, he somehow felt a sense of comfort having someone else with him. He didn’t consider himself a hero, no, far from it, but he didn’t regret stopping to help.

After a couple minutes of silence only occasionally interrupted by your soft sobbing, he decides to ask you the question, “Where are your parents?”

He feels you tense against him.

“I don’t know—” You squeezed him, “The cream wolves— they… they attacked my home— I— I saw— my parents— They were— I don’t wanna go back—!”

“It’ll be alright.” he interrupts, barely above a whisper, “You’ll be alright.”

He frowns, imagining what must have happened to you based on your despair and what you were able to mutter out to him. Dark Choco Cookie then thought back to when he saved Milk Cookie when he was a young kid and his home village from the large cream wolves. Huh. History truly does repeat itself.

“Do you have anywhere else to go?”

Your silence is his answer.

For a moment, he thinks. What would happen if you stayed with him? It would only be temporary, surely. Only until you’re fully healed, he’ll have you on your way. But that had his mind racing once again. Where would you go once you’re healed? Surely it would be dangerous for you to return to whatever was left of your home— the cream wolves may as well have you for good.

It’ll be fine. He’ll keep you with him for as long as necessary, and eventually the two of you will part ways. He won’t get attached. He doesn’t get attached.

But before Dark Choco Cookie even realizes, the words come out.

“You can stay with me for the time being. I’ll properly patch up your leg once we get to a safer place.”

“…Mhm.”

He feels your grip on him loosen slightly as you let out a shaky sigh. Your head rests against his shoulder, your messy hair tickling his cheek. At this moment, Dark Choco Cookie noticed your crying had finally died down, being replaced with mere sniffles. He felt the urge to comfort you more, hug you and tell you that it’ll be okay and the both of you will be okay, but he restrains himself. He simply continues to walk, treading across the seemingly endless forest lined with nature covered in white sugar snow.

Was it really okay for someone like him to help you? You were so young— so guiltless, in comparison to the guilt ridden man holding you so carefully. If you knew what this man held, would you still have accepted his help?

He knows he deserves no forgiveness, nor a second chance.

But in this instance, maybe he could let himself do some good for once, just like he did all those years ago by his father’s side. His lips curl upwards just slightly at the memories of the Dark Cacao Kingdom that he once held close to him.

He shakes his head. His past with the Cookies of Darkness was now behind him. He was a new person now. He is no longer the monster he once was. No matter what curse Pomegranate Cookie lays upon him, he’ll be okay. He’d never let himself fall to someone like her.

It’ll be okay, he knows it.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #crk #crk x reader #fanfiction #x reader #dark choco x reader #dark choco cookie #platonic #platonic x reader

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colorsunimaginable · 1 year

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Buried - Crimson Peak Drabble

Characters: Thomas Sharpe x reader, Thomas Sharpe x you

Word Count: 599

Warnings: blood

A/N: This is for @the-slumberparty's Warm-Up: One Word Drabble. The word I got was 'dig'. I'd just finished the movie for like the millionth time, and this is was word vomited onto the page.

Any feedback would be welcome as I haven't really written little things like this in a really long time. Likes and reblogs are also appreciated, thank you!

~*~

The cold bit at Thomas' cheeks as he ground the shovel into the wet, red earth. He stood in the hole he'd dug, almost sinking in like the crooked headstones of his long-dead family surrounding him. The last time he'd been in this tiny plot of land was for his father's funeral. He hadn't been allowed to attend to his mother's.

The wind howled in his ears as it whipped across the white barren hill, smothering the noise of the wet clay where it landed beside him. His heart pounded and his chest gasped for air as he dug.

This was his first time digging a grave. Despite being married to them, he'd never thought to bury his wives here. She had always taken care of the body. Shame was never something that crossed her mind. Or regret.

Stopping to catch his breath, his eyes were drawn to the wheel-barrel just outside the wrought-iron fence. He forced himself to look at her, to take in the familiar nightgown and robe spilling over the edge. He would not close his eyes this time.

A small figure drew closer from Allerdale Hall. Dressed in your mustard yellow house coat, he could spot a basket and something wooden in your arms. A cross. He continued to dig while he waited for you to arrive.

"Hello," you said, placing the basket down by the gate and pulling a gardening trowel from it. He paused to watch you dig a hole big enough for the stake end of the cross.

"Do you think she deserves that?" Thomas asked.

"I'm not doing this for her," you said. "This is for you."

"For me?"

"So you can bury the horrors without forgetting them. She won't disappear into the scenery, but you can start anew." When you looked up at him, you gave him a gentle smile that filled him with something other than shame. Hope.

Hope for a life different than from the one he'd known. A life only filled with love. No more secrets. No more lies and deceit. There would be no more room for this decaying house in his heart. The burden will be buried with her.

Together the both of you dragged Lucille across the snow, her long dark hair matted with dried blood and red clay. With a handkerchief, he wiped blood from her temple, and folded her hands together over her middle.

"Do you want to say anything?" you asked him.

"No." There was nothing he had to say. Not to her.

Thomas grabbed the shovel and began covering Lucille. He made sure his eyes found her face every time he turned to plop another mound of dirt and clay. He wasn't only burying her and the memories and the horror, but who he was with her, who he was for her. The monster she'd encouraged him to be.

When the monster was finally buried, you appeared at his side with a steaming metal cup of tea.

"This isn't the Firethorn berries, is it?" he asked, warily taking the warm up.

You shook your head and took a sip from the thermos. "Strawberry Hibiscus. I bought it at the depot, remember?"

With his eyes on you, he brought it to his lips. The red liquid was sweet, unlike the bitter Firethorn. You'd added the luxury of sugar and dried lemon.

It was an unintentional representation of the new life you'd start together. The new man that Thomas wanted to be for you. The new man that he will be, now that the monster is dead and buried.

#the slumber party #navy and roo sleepover #writing event #writer event #crimson peak #lucille sharpe #thomas sharpe #thomas sharpe x reader #thomas sharpe x you #crimson peak drabble #colorsunimaginable

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mid-fight-lover · 10 months

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The list of cookie run ships (updated):

Gingerbrave x Strawberry cookie

Gingerbright x Skater cookie

Zombie cookie x Fairy cookie

Wizard cookie x Cream puff cookie

Princess cookie x Knight cookie

Chilli pepper cookie x Muscle cookie

Gumball cookie x Cherry cookie

Ninja cookie x Skating queen cookie

Angel cookie x Devil cookie

Adventurer cookie x blackberry cookie

Pancake cookie x onion cookie

Custard cookie lll x Strawberry creepe cookie

Carrot cookie x Potato cookie

Lemon cookie x Orange cookie

Soda cookie x Lime cookie

Mango cookie x Grapefruit cookie

Whipped cream cookie x Birthday cake cookie

Cream unicorn cookie x Banana cookie

Sparkling cookie x Cheesecake cookie

Herb cookie x Cherry blossom cookie

Red peeper cookie x Yoga cookie

Wild berry cookie x Raspberry cookie

Crunchy chip cookie x Tiger Lily cookie

Dark choco cookie x Caramel arrow cookie

Clotted cream cookie x Financier cookie

Captain caviar cookie x Oyster cookie

Black pearl cookie x Abyss monarch cookie

Werewolf cookie x Kumiho cookie

Wind archer x Sea fairy cookie

Moonlight cookie x Fire spirit cookie

Tea knight cookie x Frost queen cookie

Churro cookie x hydrangea cookie

Croissant cookie x string gummy cookie

Millennial tree cookie x Lotus dragon cookie

Pitaya dragon cookie x Mala sauce cookie (divorced)

Pitaya dragon cookie x Rambutan cookie

Ananas dragon cookie x Golden cheese cookie

Longan dragon cookie x Dark enchantress cookie

Lychee dragon cookie x Electric eel cookie

Affogato cookie x Snake fruit cookie

Madeline cookie x Mont Blanc cookie

Pastel meringue cookie x Chocolate bonbon cookie

Rockstar cookie x Currant cream cookie

Kiwi cookie x Sour belt cookie

Dino sour cookie x Cotton candy cookie

Espresso cookie x Latte cookie

Eclair cookie x Blueberry pie cookie

Yogurt cream cookie x Centipede cookie (divorced)

Lilac cookie x Scorpion cookie

Amber sugar cookie x Sugar glass cookie

Licorice cookie x Pomegranate cookie

Poison mushroom cookie x Lily bell cookie

Blue Lily cookie x Stardust cookie

Cheese nut cookie x Pudding cookie

Sorbet shark cookie x Squid ink cookie

Peppermint cookie x Piñata cookie

Milk cookie x Parfait cookie

Prune juice cookie x Crowberry cookie

Capsaicin cookie x Kouing amann cookie

Snow sugar cookie x Pumpkin pie cookie

Purple yam cookie x Twizly gummy cookie

Red velvet cookie x Pastry cookie

Clover cookie x Bellflower cookie

Popping candy cookie x Shinning glitter cookie

Macaron cookie x Fig cookie

Marshmallow cookie x Host cookie

.........And the list would keep going...... Sorry for not including all of them, I mean, there are way too much ships and I could just not include them all,so here's all the ships I remember, and you can suggest me ships for my next generation of course! So well, that's all

#fandom ships #cookie run

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goxinsane · 4 months

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

► NAME: andrea eve powell. ► NICKNAME: everyone calls her drea (only her parents and wife can call her andrea.) ► TITLE(S): does coach, gift-wrapping queen or mom count? ► AGE: 52. ► SPECIES: part-elf. human. ► SEX: female. ► NATIONALITY: canadian-american. ► INTERESTS: hockey, hockey, and more hockey. watches classic and/or holiday movies while redecorating all year round, shops a little too much, likes to peruse through home decor magazines (like 'good housekeeping, better homes & gardens', etc), and wine-making. occasionally enjoys: tobogganing, building snowmen, ice-skating and attempting to play ringette and hockey, leaf-pressing, canoeing, camping and hiking. ► PROFESSION: day job (interior designer/teacher?) tbd. full-time hockey coach. ► BODY TYPE: unfortunately always struggled with being a plum shape, even after the delivery of her triplet children. ► EYES: baby blue. ► HAIR: dark brown, often wavy with unmanageable stray hairs. ► POSTURE: relaxed and sometimes slouchy after a long day but taught to be more proper. ► HEIGHT: 5'8". ► VOICE: here. crisp and honeyed, semi-deep register, talks fast when stressed out or hyper, and can project a stentorian voice when need be. ► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: both looks work for running errands but if at home, she often sports a hockey or alma mater sweatshirt with unique print pj pants or jeans (and a messy bun) examples: x , x , OR she wears a winter coat with a matching scarf and signature (often blue) beanie (with freshly curled hair) OR a jersey with layers, while coaching or spending time on the ice/in snow. examples: x , x , x, x. ► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: verse dependent @lavenderrpages' drew!! ► COMPANIONS: a golden retriever named puck! ► ANTAGONISTS: coaches, teachers or parents who push their kids too hard, bullies, someone who breaks their promise, technology when it fails to work and often--- her parents/in-laws and their opinions. ► STRENGTHS: loves her family and would do anything for them in a heartbeat, prides herself on the art of gift-giving and wrapping and makes an overly delicious cup of hot chocolate (chocolate and mint fiend), punctual and safe driver, optimistic, trustworthy/reliable, patient, and a timid but hard-working team leader. ► WEAKNESSES: hugs, fresh pecan pie or sugar cookies, when her family shows their love-language or does something for her without asking, scattered story-teller, disorganized enough to lose her phone cord or sticky-note on a daily basis, too driven/focused on the little things/self critical (thanks to her childhood), and can sometimes be too forgiving or too easily influenced without a thorough think-through. ► FRUITS: bananas, strawberries, peaches, canned cherries and pomegranate seeds-- best all together in a refreshing fruit salad. ► DRINKS: water, 2% milk, hot chocolate with marshmallows, or a foamy cappuccino. ► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: a glass of (homemade is preferred) pinot grigio or merlot. ► SMOKES: n/a ► DRUGS: nothing recreational but does take: daily thyroid medication, melatonin for tough nights, and uses cbd oil in her baths. ► DRIVER’S LICENSE: yes.

tagged by aka stolen from: @briillicnt , tagging: @ghostsxagain, @dogtccth, @aquamanandfriends, @emmaxmeyer, @purityran, @heroexxs, @gcldcnhour, @seilas, @wlwhq, @perfectionreached, @wlwindie, @indigodreames, @muutos and you!

#andrea [headcanon]#[ muse: headcanons ]#ki; if you see this; do it for drew! <33 #[ dashboard games! don't feel obligated to do them 'cause I tagged u tho ]

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soft-candyz · 2 years

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Sweet sweet Cake

Pairing: Yeonjun x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Very Suggestive towards the end

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none!

Walking the snowy streets of Seoul, you hugged yourself in your warm jacket, carrying around heavy and colorful shopping bags containing new clothes.

Winter was already here - and even though you really loved the scenery of the beautiful city you lived in covered in snow - you couldn't really bear the cold that came with it.

"Look who decided to finally leave her cozy room to actually go outside. I almost can't believe my eyes."

Turning around to the playful voice, you found yourself face to face with none other than Yeonjun, looking you up and down with a sarcastic smirk on his lips.

"I could say the same about you, Yeonjun! What are you even doing here? Should I remind you how bad your cold got last week? Are you trying to get sick again?"

His smirk became a genuine smile, happy to know that you were concerned for his health.

"Hehe - he chuckled - I was just going to the grocery store when I saw you walking around like a cute little penguin... Looks like you might need some help with those. Here." he said, carefully lifting three of those heavy bags from you arms.

You happily thanked him.

"The grocery store? Are you planning on cooking something special?"

"Yes! Since this is my last free day and I have the dormitory all to myself, I decided I wanted to experiment a little with some kind of dessert. I found a cool recipe for a cake online, I just don't have all the ingredients back home, so, here I am." he shrugged his shoulders.

You two kept walking, you slightly behind him.

You felt your mouth watering.

Thinking about it, you didn't had any breakfast that morning.

"Really? You want to make a cake? Flavor?"

Yeonjun turned around, slyly smiling.

"Strawberries and cream."

You stopped, eyes slightly widening.

Now you were really hungry.

"I love strawberries..."

"Oh, I know you do."

Building up some courage, you walked ahead, dragging him by his cold hand.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Off to the grocery store we go!"

↫♡↬

Stepping into the store you could feel your muscles relax as the warmth of the place spread trough your body.

"You know, you could really use some gloves." Yeonjun joked, squeezing your hand that was still entwined with his.

Adverting your gaze, you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Your hands are just as cold! I'm going to take a cart, you can wait here." you added, trying to change topics.

↫♡↬

Yeonjun began gathering all the ingredients he needed; sugar, flour, vanilla, sour cream.

And then, here they were; strawberries.

They seemed so delicious.

You had been silent for a while when he suddenly spoke "Was that your stomach grumbling just now?"

Your cheeks heated up again.

Immersed in your thoughts about how good those strawberries would be, you didn't even hear your own stomach.

"I-I ...think so... yes... but it's all your fault! My mouth was watering just looking in the cart!"

Yeonjun laughed amused then he moved his face closer to yours.

"I have an idea" he whispered.

"What are you doing?" he didn't answer and with that small smile still on his lips, he checked around, as if to be sure that no one was watching you.

"You know y/n, you should never ignore an hungry girl."

He reached into the cart and took a strawberry.

"Here we go. Open up."

Bringing the red fruit to your mouth you blushed even more.

"Yeonjun! We shouldn't do this! At least not before we paid for them...."

"Well then, this is going to be our little secret" he replied, giving you a wink.

You shyly opend your mouth accepting his offer and, though still a little hesitant, took a bite.

"You ain't finishing the rest? Food shouldn't be wasted like this!"

You shook your head in embarrassment. "No thanks... I'm good."

Yeonjun, shrugged and ate the rest of the strawberry. "Here we go! Done! Now there is no evidence of our little crime. Even though your face as red as the strawberries is very suspicious, y/n."

Playfully nudging him to the side you laughed "You should go back to your job as a chef!"

He smiled again "Yes, boss!"

↫♡↬

Done with your groceries, you two reached his dormitory.

"I'm back!" Yeonjun shouted, opening the door, but there was no answer.

"Really? No one is home yet? Well, at least we get to cook in peace. Beomgyu can be really loud when he wants to be."

Once in the kitchen, you began to take out the ingredients from the bags while Yeonjun took some utensils from the cabinets.

"I don't think it will take long. My knowledge as a chef tells me... about .... 33 minutes!"

"Good! I'm way too hungry to be able to wait any longer than that!"

"My, my, a little impatient aren't we, y/n?" Yeonjun said, teasing you.

And so you began your work.

↫♡↬

As you were done with the eggs and the dough, Yeonjun finished making a strange cream with various ingredients.

"Do you like pink?"

"Mh... yeah? - you nodded - I think it is a very pretty color."

"Very good, because it looks like the cake will turn out to be completely pink. Look here"

The strange cream in his bowl had turned completely pink.

"Oh! The dough should be ready by now! We just need to assemble it and put it in the oven!" he mentioned, putting down the bowl.

"Really!? We're basically done!" you exclaimed happily.

"Yes! So, do you want to take care of the decorations?" he questioned you.

"Can I? Are you sure I won't ruin it?"

"No you won't, and even if you did, in the end we are still going to eat it, ugly decorations and all, so it doesn't matter, really." he smiled.

Done with the circular base of the cake, completely covered with the pink cream, Yeonjun handed you the sour cream and some strawberries.

"Here you go. Have fun."

You began by lightly spreading the cream, then placing some strawberries on the side; lastly you cut one and formed a smiley face with the various pieces.

Yeonjun put an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, observing you.

Not only your hands, busy making the cake pretty, but your face as well, eyebrows slightly tense with concentration.

"What are you looking at?"

You asked once you were done.

"I was just thinking that you have some cream on your cheek." he said.

"Do I? Where?" you reached your face but felt nothing.

"Here!"

With a quick movement, Yeonjun smudged your nose with some cream, giggling satisfied.

You gasped "Yeonjun! What the hell are you doing! You will pay for this!"

You went for the counterattack, only managing to dirty his hair a bit.

"My reflexes are very good y/n! Surely better than yours!"

"Yeah, I can see that!" you replied irritated but also amused by the situation.

Suddenly Yeonjun stopped.

"Ah look, you have some cream here now."

"If you believe that I'm dumb enough to fall into the same trap twice, you are very wrong Yeonjun!"

He smiled, getting closer.

"But this time I'm not kidding."

Slowly, getting even closer to you, glancing down at your lips.

He whispered

"See? It's right... here."

Your lips softly touched.

Just for a moment.

Your eyes widened a bit, stunned as Yeonjun broke away from you but still standing very close.

"Ah, and there's a little bit more here..."

he kissed your cheek

"and here ..."

he went down to your neck, leaving a quick kiss, his hands keeping you in place by the hips.

Your face was now completely red and both of your breaths were heavy.

Yeonjun draw back from you once again, but this time you were the one to bring him back, taking his hand in yours and pulling him towards you to give him another kiss on his soft and plump lips, longer than the one before.

Parting your lips, he deepened the kiss.

He could still taste the sweet but sour flavor of strawberries on your tongue.

You broke away from each other, but he just couldn't get enough of you.

He took your face in his hands.

"Can I?" he asked.

You gently nodded even though you didn't really know what to expect.

The only thing you could think of right now was Yeonjun.

His strong perfume intoxicating your mind, his hands roaming up and down your back.

Yeonjun unbuttoned the top button of your shirt, slowly guiding you until your back hit the edge of the table, where the freshly finished cake remained intact.

He took you by the hips, lifting you so that you could sit down.

Nuzzling in your neck, hovering his mouth on your skin, pulling your body closer to his.

Shivering at the feeling, your back arched against your will.

He chuckled deeply, very amused with each and every single one of your reactions.

Lowering his face with your collarbone, he wanted to leave a mark on you.

"You are so sweet..." he mumbled, nibbling your skin until he saw a purplish and red hickey.

With one hand Yeonjun held you firmly by the hips, while the other explored your body from under the shirt.

"So...so sweet..." he whispered out of breath.

Suddenly the sound of a key turning in the lock interrupted you.

Yeonjun quickly backed away gasping for air as you quickly scrambled down the table, buttoning up your shirt.

"I'm back!" Beomgyu's voice ringed through the house.

"Oh! Yeonjun! Y/n! What are you two doing here?"

Yeonjun cleared his throat "Ah... yes... look! We made a cake! Here it is."

Beomgyu looked at the cake excitedly "Woow, it looks delicious! Can I take bite? "

"Of course!" you replied, now washing your hands in the small sink.

"Well then, I'm going to wash my hands as well, I'll be right back!"

Beomgyu walked away towards the bathroom.

When Yeonjun was sure that his friend couldn't hear him, he leaned towards you, now washing some bowls you used before. He sneaked his hands around your waist, pulled your lower back close to him, giving you a quick peck on the neck.

Then he whispered

"You know we are not done yet, right, darling?"

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#yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #txt x reader #yeonjun smut #txt imagines #txt smut #txt scenarios #yeonjun suggestive #yeonjun scenarios #Nyx is writing...

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popcorn1989 · 2 years

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Pairing: Alex x Marco x F!reader Summary: You're working on set at the filming of Vikings. Helping out here and there, but your main job was to take care of the actors when they needed something. (Food, handing out jackets etc.) Until now everything was going smoothly, but soon you had to deal with Alex and Marco, who tries to annoy you mightily. Warning: I don't think there is anything that could trigger you. If yes, forgive me. *Note: The stories are fictional and are based on pictures I found on the internet Words: 1629

"Look, what we have done"

It had snowed for three days, today it was at least sunny, but you were still freezing and wondered, how the actors coped when they wore so little on their bodies. You were unpacking the things you got from a baker and arranging them on plates. The table in the tent where the actors sat when they took a break was still empty, and you turned around to place the first plate on the table. Cinnamon buns and crumble cake, three of each, because you knew not everyone liked them.

You set it down and turned back to the small table against the wall of the tent, you looked over the drink selection that was always there and sighed, now you hadn't even finished your task and already knew your next one, get drinks. You slowly take the cherry pie out of the bag, you would have liked to take more of the pieces, but there were only two left, so you took the strawberry pie. You were about to put the cake on the table, when you noticed that the other plate had disappeared.

"Huh" came from you, and you looked around, but no one but you were in the black tent. You frowned and put the plate on the table as you decide to go outside and see if anyone had snatched it without asking. With one hand on your forehead, still wondering if you had even put the plate down, because you had so much in your head at the moment. With the other, you opened the slot and went out. You look to your right, further away, all the cameramen and directors were standing together.

To your left you heard a familiar laugh, and you looked for the cause, Alex and Marco were standing together, Alex was holding the plate in the middle, between himself and Marco. He had a cinnamon roll in his hand and there was powdered sugar at his wide grinning mouth, and he looked at you. Marco was about to take a big bite out of a crumble cake when you approached the two of them, he almost choked and looked at you with wide eyes. "Looking for us?" Alex raised an eyebrow as you looked down at the plate, there was only one crumble snail and one cinnamon roll left, and you got a little angry.

"How can you be so greedy?" you asked, pointing at the plate. "Hey, wait a minute, Gustaf took a cinnamon roll and ran away. Marco has his second crumble cake" Marco looked at Alex and at you and back again, but he grinned cheekily and kept eating. "You guys know it was supposed to be for everyone, though? The other day it was the chocolate cake that disappeared in its entirety, and today it's this!" you complained because you knew they had to have something to do with it. "Excuse me please, don't be so cheeky, besides there would never have been enough for everyone. You're not doing your job right" Marco spoke and wiped his mouth. "I am not your slave" you complain again.

Marco raised his eyebrow as you raised your voice, "You're not? Can you bring me a jacket, I'm cold!" you close your eyes for a moment and snatch the plate from Alex's hand "I'll get her" you spoke, turning around and going back into the tent, from outside, the laughter from the two of them reached you, but what really annoyed you was the sentence "She's not our slave, but she still has to do it."

You throw, annoyed, the plate on the table, the cinnamon bun had made it a point to annoy you as well, it slipped off the plate and rolled down the table. You sigh loudly and say angrily "Stupid bitch" from the entrance of the tent, came a "Well, if I don't report this" from Marco, who felt addressed. Startled you turned around, "I, - I, I don't mean Y-Y-You" you stuttered and raised a hand. Marco started grinning, stuffing the last piece of crumble snail into his mouth. Alex stuck his head in the opening and mimicked you, "I - I - …. Y-Y-You" you noticed your cheeks getting a little warmer and turned around. These two are still driving you out of your mind. You never knew what they really meant or didn't mean.

You walked over to the chair where the actors jackets were hanging, "Leave those, the sun is shining, what are we supposed to do with those?" You didn't know why or when, Marco had decided to help Alex get on your nerves, but he knew his craft just as well. You let out an annoyed sound and in response, the two of them did the same. You turned as Alex came into the tent and strode towards the still wrapped cakes, you just managed to bat away at his hand as he almost grabbed the bag of quark balls. "No," was all that came from you. Alex looked at you questioningly. "But I'm hungry!" - "I didn't buy groceries just for the two of you" you spoke as you looked to the table and watched in disbelief as Marco shoved the cherry pie into his mouth.

"You didn't really do that now" you took a few steps towards him. He smiled lovingly at you. You shook your head as something crackled behind you, Alex had shoved a quark ball into his mouth and spoke "God they delicious" before you could reach him, he quickly stuffed two more into his mouth. You snatch the bag, out of his hand. "If you keep this up, you're going to get fat. And then don't cry to me!" - "Oh, of course not, if anyone asks us, we'll just say you always buy sugary things like that." You didn't really understand him because his mouth was so full, some small pieces, flew onto your jacket, disgusted you put the bag back on the table. Alex started laughing at the sight of you and plucked the leftovers from your jacket, but you had enough for today. You pushed him towards the exit, "Out, out" were your words.

You grabbed Marco by the arm, who was about to eat the last piece of cherry pie, but with the jerk, it fell out of his hand and landed on the floor. "Out" Outside the two were now standing, no one arguing, Marco licking his fingers, Alex chewing. You went inside and finally wanted to finish your work, but not without looking at the two every now and then, but they didn't move, just looked at each other and laughed. Funny guys, really funny you thought to yourself as you let the quark balls roll onto a plate.

"Hey, actually we wanted to show you something, are you coming?" - "No, I don't have time for your jokes, don't you have something important to do? For example, learning your lines?" you said annoyed to Alex, who tried to get into the tent. "No, please stay outside" he took a step back. "We tried so hard" he waved his hand for you to follow him and disappeared. But you decide not to follow him, you close your eyes again and think about what your tasks were, when Marco rushes in and grabs you by the arm. His grip was strong, and you had no choice but to follow him, with the plate full of quark balls in your hand.

Alex stood at the end of the tent, grinning broadly in your direction. Of course, he grabbed one of the balls and ate it before disappearing around the tent. Marco followed him, still pulling you along, as you rounded the corner you saw a snowman standing with his back to the tent. You rolled your eyes "You can't be serious now" - "Give me that" Marco said and took the plate from you, he nodded to Alex who had rounded the snowman, and he put his hands on his hips and nodded in satisfaction "I think we hit you good"

"Please what?" you spoke and looked from one to the other as you slowly made your way to Alex. You looked Alex in the blue eyes that shone before turning to the snowman or rather snow woman. You couldn't help but laugh. "Wait, is that my vest?" - "yup" came from Alex, "and what kind of hair is that?" - "Yours?" You shook your head for a moment "No way" - "Yes, every day you look exactly like this" You looked back at the snow woman, the two of them had really made an effort, you had to hand it to them.

"Where are her breasts hanging, please?" - "Ehm" came it from Alex, and he scratched his head. "That wasn't my idea, but the girth of yours has been so wide that we couldn't get the vest around. So Marco decided to rebuild your tits" You looked at Marco, he looked at the tent where everyone was slowly gathering. "No way they hang there" you whisper to Alex, he grinned widely. "Okay guys. Let me take a picture. Please stand next to the snow woman" the two got on your nerves so much, but you just had to hold on to that. Marco put the plate on the ground and walked over to the snow woman, Alex grinned at him.

When you had taken your cell phone out of your jacket pocket, Alex put an arm around the snow woman and Marco put a hand on her tit, You lowered your cell phone. "Oh come on, at least once you can be normal, okay?" they both looked at each other and grinned, then they squatted down, and you were able to snap the photo. Never would you forget this.

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