#that tag has been dusted a long time huh

[isjasz]

[Day 244]

I in fact did not get it done LMAOOAOSDOASO but also i feel bad for just posting frames so have the first segment i finished yesterday🫡(theres. a lot more)

#dddaily4sherin #iswips #isanimates #that tag has been dusted a long time huh #the songs just been haunting me so i thought i can do some animation experimenting then ofc it got out of hand HELPAHEEJFUFJASAW

[cozymaples]

total eclipse (steve harrington x reader)

a/n: ohhh man. this is a long one, but do i have a treat for you. with the weather getting colder i just...could not contain myself !!! brain go brrrr. literally! | (tags: @madtheivery) warnings: afab!reader, virgin!reader, friends to lovers, oral!f receiving, fingering word count: 3.4k

Steve doesn’t like you.

That’s what he tells himself, anyway. Because if he lies to himself this way, it’s half true. He loves you. He’s not sure which is harder to ignore-the strain of his cock in his jeans whenever he sees you, or the way his heart feels like it’s going to pummel out of his chest when you leave. So now, he’s been at this party for far too long, marinating between a sea of bodies that he can’t seem to push through; only to try and find you. 

You’re making it difficult, though-lodged into the side of your boyfriend. Well, sort-of-boyfriend.

His hand rests firmly on your shoulder, the cheering and hollering of his winning cup in beer pong only tugging you further into him. You smile uncomfortably, jostled around as he earns slaps on the back and high-fives from his teammates. 

Steve can only watch from afar, finally parting through the sea of people. He sighs to himself amongst the ruckus, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before rubbing his temples. It’s subtle, but you notice. What’s better-the fact that your boyfriend doesn’t seem to. To ease any suspicions of him checking in on you, he keeps Robin glued to his side at all times. Though, it’s an equal split down the middle of eagerness to accompany the other. The pair hardly went anywhere alone, and you think it’s kind of sweet. Robin clearly needs Steve’s help of being a ‘ladies man’, and Steve clearly needs Robin’s help for the opposite. Which is why she tugs at his sleeve, tsk-ing before sighing loudly. Steve clears his throat, an immediate turn of the heel as he looks at her. He gestures defensively to the scene in front of him, before raking his fingers through his hair. “I wasn’t gonna say anything-” He starts. “Yeah, that’s the problem, Harrington!” Robin whines, verbally smacking the back of his head. “Wake up! You seriously think she looks happy to be with that beast?” Steve averts his gaze from Robin once more, glancing over his shoulder to look at you. He thinks Robin’s choice of word beast is harsh, but as he watches you get tugged around through second-party celebration, he can’t help but agree. 

“No!” He whines, finally succumbing to Robin’s antics. “Okay? No! Of course she’s not!” He sighs with defeat, running his fingers through his hair again, brows scrunched with frustration. Robin chuckles, “Jesus, that hair is like a stress ball for you, huh?” He narrows his gaze, paired with an eye roll as he indulges in her amusement. “Yeah, yeah. Alright. What’s your point?” He asks. But he knows what her point is. Her point is-”That you need to tell her! You could be changing lives, Harrington! Think about it,” She starts, and he groans, accepting the speech that’s about to come. “You could love her, I mean, really cherish her,” She says, and she’s not wrong. Her arm snakes over his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Her spare hand nurses a red solo cup, the drink sloshing against the sides as she uses her hand to gesture. “I mean, he’s gonna make her a trophy wife. And you know what happens to trophies, Steve?” He’s not sure where she’s going with this, but he humors her anyway. It’s as if she can hear his brows raise with curiosity, immediately continuing. “They get left on shelves, Harrington. Filled with lonesome and littered with dust, too damn useless now to remember what they were good for in the first place!” She finishes. His eyes widen. 

Shit. 

He can’t believe that Robin’s analogy has not only made sense, but now kicked his ass into high gear. A trophy? A trophy? Not on his watch. Not to be collected by dust, or gawked at by others. No. Not you. He decides, not realizing he’s made his way across the room, now standing directly in front of you. Your “boyfriend” has now parted from your side, and your brows raise with curiosity, but also surprise. “Hey..” You say, wondering if Steve even knows where he is, considering you haven’t spoken in two months. “Hey,” He retorts nervously, nodding once. “So, uh..where’s your boyfriend?” He asks. You chuckle at the notion, but you can’t really blame him for wondering. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You say, and Steve gets that look in his eye-the one that only surfaces when he’s genuinely surprised. You hold eye contact for a minute, gazes locked on each other as his features soften. “Oh.” He says, and there’s no snark to it. You can tell he wants further clarification, but minds his manners, which you love about him. 

Unbeknownst to him, the ‘love’ thing going on was definitely a two way street. And now, for the first time, you don’t want him to think it’s a dead end for him. Not a second longer. “He hasn’t been..ever.” You say, and as the words tumble out of your mouth, you hear the truth in them for the first time. They hold weight now, standing in front of Steve, whose eyes haven’t left you for a second. Your back is firm against the wall behind you, the bustling of partygoers that had once swarmed you now sounding like white noise. “We were just..” You shrug, sheepish of the words you want to say. “..Fucking.” You say, quickly clarifying as his eyes widen with despondency. “But not actually-I mean, that’s what he tells people.” You’re fully engrossed in it now, the regret and disgust enveloping you in an embrace that you don’t want. “Never exclusive, considering he was fucking half of the cheerleaders,” You say, knowing that you trust Chrissy as your source. “I just..didn’t wanna go all the way. Not with him.” You decide that’s enough rambling, sparing him the details of what you did to compromise in place of sex. Steve extends his hand, an offering he’s hoping, pleading silently that you’ll take. You know if you take it, this is the end of everything you’ve known, and the start of everything you want. “Come with me,” He asks, voice soft, tender. “Please,”

And that’s how you’ve ended up sitting in the backseat of Steve’s BMW, filling him in on the past two months. “I was just..settling. I knew what I wanted, but..I just didn’t think to take it.” You confess, feeling every thump of your heartbeat ripping through your chest. It aches, yearning for the man in front of you. The silence between sentences is heavy, both of you terrified to spill to the other-terrified that if you speak now, it’ll all be for nothing. That it won’t be the same. “What did you want?” Steve asks, clinging to every word you say as though it’s oxygen itself. You feel a lump rise in your throat, threatening to tear out if you don’t speak now. Steve hasn’t touched you, not laid a hand on you this entire conversation. “You.” You exhale,, the years of everything you could ever want to say to him now fastened into a single word. Your heart rate increases rapidly, and you feel like you’re going to pass out if he doesn’t say something. The bellowing of drunken teenagers belting Total Eclipse of the Heart escapes from the four walls of the house, despite the fact that Steve’s got you parked halfway down the street. “Me?” He asks, hoping, praying that you mean it. You swallow harshly, nodding. “You.” You confirm, terrified that years of friendship on the invisible string you’ve tied between the two of you, sealed by fate itself, will snap. Wondering now more than ever if you’ve somehow misinterpreted every interaction between the two of you; every lingering gaze, every comforting shoulder he gave you cry on. Steve rushes his palm to your cheek, cupping your face as he presses his lips to yours. It’s deep, and tender, like you’ve allowed him to finally breathe again, as though he never has before in his entire life. 

“God,” He breathes, murmuring the phrase against your lips. “I love you,” He says, and it punches the air out of your lungs. The teenagers continue their belting. “I love you,” You confess, and it bursts out of you, finally able to say what you’ve been dying to say for years. Your ‘I love you’s’ tumble out of both of you, overlapping between the kisses he’s pressing to you, over and over, and over. The soft giggling that you share between the two of you is innocent, nearly in disbelief that this kind of happiness can possibly be real. Your lips are swollen, cherried red from the amount of kisses he’s graced you with. His hand rakes through your locks, and you lean into the touch, gazing up at him dreamily. 

“Be with me.” He says. You stare back at him. “Be with me,” He repeats, his thumb stroking your cheek. You sit in disbelief. “Yes,” You say, terrified. He can sense your nerves, soothing you with a gentle kiss. “M’not goin’ anywhere, sweetheart.” He assures you, gently tilting your head to the side by your jaw. “Now that I’ve got you,” He says, spoken between kisses. They line your jaw, traveling down your neck. “I love you so bad,” He coos, and you sigh with satisfaction. You wish his kisses lingered longer, feeling your stomach flip with lust-but you don’t want to ruin the moment. Don’t want him to think of you the way other guys have. “Always have,” He continues. You try to ignore the warmth in the pit of your stomach, yearning for his touch. It’s as if he reads your mind, continuing to cradle your jaw in his palm as he sucks gentle marks into the flesh of your neck. “Is this okay?” He asks, earning a soft moan from you. “Uh-huh,” You breathe, and he pauses. “Yes,” You assure him, and he continues. 

Steve, too, doesn’t want to treat you like any other man has. He never will. He’ll treat you better. The best. He knows it. Now, all he needs to do is show you. You take his free hand, slowly guiding it to your knee. It’s bare, your skirt hiked up from the way you’re angled in the backseat. He pulls back to look at you, pupils widened, hesitant. “Wanna take it slow,” He says, and you sigh. “Wanna take care of you.” He says, rubbing gentle circles into your knee. You don’t know what to say, or how to say what you want to. But you figure this is your chance to prove to him that you don’t want it to be like every other guy. He’s special. “You know how I told you that..nothing ever happened, between me and him?” He nods, humming softly. “It’s..never happened. Not with anyone.” His thumb halts, the circles he’d been tracing now stopping in their tracks as the silence lingers between you, the hum of the running engine in the background. Steve’s not an asshole-not one of those guys who obsesses over virginity, “deflowering” whoever they get their hands on. But he’s gentle, wanting to handle you with care. Because you’re special to him. Because he loves you. “Oh,” He says, that same look of surprise from the party gracing his features. You can tell he’s not judging you, or surprised that you haven’t done anything. He’s just…surprised. “Yeah..” You trail off, and he grins lightheartedly. “And you want me to..in the back of this shitty car?” You exhale a laugh through your nose, raising you brows for a moment. “No, but..I want to. With you.” 

So, that’s how you end up in Steve’s bed, the clock on his bedside table reading 2:23 a.m. His head is delved between your thighs, working his mouth tantalizingly on your clit. His shoulders shelve your legs, holding you steady under your thighs. “Steve, please-” You writhe, unsure of what you’re even asking for. You just know that you want more. “Soon, baby.” He promises, his voice muffled into the plush of your thighs, pressing kisses along them every time he needs to speak. He’s intentionally taking his time, basking in all the experiences he’s  getting to show you. How good he’s going to get to make you feel. “My pretty baby.” He coos, tongue working against your pussy once more. You throw your head back, tugging at the locks of his hair, gasping and panting as moans spill from your lips. He wants to take his time with you-find out what makes you tick. So far, he’s gathered that marking you and working his lips against your clit makes your head spin. But he wants to know more-wants to know everything. 

“Want you inside-” You beg, finally casting your gaze downward upon him. Before he looks up at you, all you can see is tousled chestnut waves,tightened by your grip, broad shoulders, and large palms. “Can’t take all of me yet, baby,” He says, your pussy clenching at his tone. It’s almost condescending, and your brain goes fuzzy registering all of the experience that he has. “Gotta work you open first.” He pulls his face from between your thighs, pressing his thumb gently to your clit, working delicate circles into it as he looks up at you. “Think you can take my fingers, honey?” He asks. Your brows are furrowed with desperation, soaking up every ounce of pleasure he grants you. You hold onto it, not wanting him to take it away from you. “Yeah,” You urge, nodding. And even if there’s a little dishonesty His gaze harbors caution, not wanting to go too hard on you. He gently slides a finger inside of you, causing you to hiss through your teeth. “Too much?” He quickly asks, and you shake your head. “No, no-just-keep it there for a second,” You urge, the muscles in your stomach tightening with anticipation. It hurts, but only a little. Still, you need to let yourself adjust. You quickly do, the pain subsiding, melting into pleasure as you finally adjust to his size.

 He continues, finally working two fingers into you. He’s been knuckles deep in you for a while now, his mouth sucking gently on your clit to ease any discomfort. Your head feels dizzy, and all you can focus on is the pleasure he’s granting you. No one’s ever taken care of you like this before, and he’s urged you to just feel it. To just feel good, and not focus on anything else; just the sound of his voice. He finally climbs up from between your legs, hovering over you as his forearms rest on the mattress. “I love you.” He says, honestly. You nod in agreement, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. “I love you.” And in this moment, you know it’s forever; that everything you had gone through to get right to this moment was worth it-that it all had a purpose. He slides his cock along your entrance, gliding into you slowly. You hiss between through your teeth, and he quickly reaches for your hand. “You’re okay, baby-right?” He assures you, but he’s also asking. You’ve never seen someone balance the scales so well. “M’okay,” You nod. “Promise.” He continues, “S’the same as my fingers, baby.” He explains; soothes. You can tell by the way his breath shudders; he’s having a hard time keeping it together, that it’s taking everything in his power to not pound into you-to watch your eyes roll back into your head, all because of him. But, he’s a gentleman. “It’ll go away-feel good.” You start to feel yourself adjust, just like how you did his fingers. A moan slips from your mouth, a sign for him to finally move. “Move,” You plead, and his eyes light up. Not because he gets to fuck you, but because you’re okay. “Yeah?” He asks, his breath hitching in his throat.

 He starts slow at first, studying your features, still on that journey to find out what makes you tick. “M’gonna be gentle, honey. ‘Kay?” He nods, and you return the motion. “Wanna see-” He starts, slowly lifting your leg up. His frame leans into yours as he does so, his cock reaching deeper inside of your pussy. “Oh-” You gasp, moaning softly as he hits that spot inside of you. A spot only he could reach, and the only one who ever has. “There.” He notes, chestnut hair falling to frame his face. He can’t help the smug grin that tugs onto his features, tongue-in-cheek as he looks down at you. Your pussy is dripping, and you can’t take it anymore-tortured from the foreplay he’d given you. “Please, God-Steve. Want you to move, please fuck me-please-” You say, nearly babbling. He nods, soothing you as he hushes you. “Shhh, alright. Alright, baby.” He chuckles, and he moves his hips, his broad shoulders shelving your leg that he’s got ahold of. He keeps it steady, wrapping his arm around it as he fucks into you. Harder, and faster. Moans start to pour from your mouth, and you’re unable to contain any sounds that you make because of him. “Yeah, that’s it.” He praises, fucking into you harder. He doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second, reading any and every facial expression that you make. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod rapidly, feeling his cock slide in and out of you. It’s like nothing you’ve felt before..ever.

”Yes-fuck-” Your brows furrow, scrunching together as you feel a warmth build in the pit of your stomach. He’d denied you an orgasm with his mouth, and his fingers, so you’d be ready to completely unravel for him. Any time you felt like you were getting close, he’d stop. You’d wondered why, until now. “Wanna see you. Wanna see your face when I give you your first.” Your head lulls back as you moan for him, tugging at his biceps, needing him closer. You’re nearly skin to skin, his hair hanging forward as it brushes against your forehead with each thrust.Your leg is still lifted, just bent now, causing your stomach to bunch with rolls as he presses his chest into you. “Come on, honey.” He coos. “Come for me.” It’s the first orgasm you’ve had that wasn’t by your own hand; finally by the hand you’d wanted it to be all along. You pant beneath him, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as you come undone for him. Your cheeks flush pink, rosied and fucked-out as your nails dig into the flesh of his biceps. “Uh-huh, there it is.” He chuckles, feeling his own orgasm approaching. You’d been on birth control for all sorts of reasons that..had nothing to do with sex. Until now. “Come in me,” You say, nodding rapidly. His jaw goes slack, shuddering gently at your words. “Can’t say things like that, baby. Can’t-” “M’on the pill, Steve-please,” You beg, “Promise, I love you.” Something shifts in Steve, and his full weight rests on top of you, pounding relentlessly into your pussy. He buries himself in the crook of your neck, sloppily sucking hickies into the flesh, leaving purple bruises in their wake. “I fuckin’ love you.” He breathes, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. He’s still holding your hand, finally spilling over inside of you. His moans are staggered, jolting out of him as he finally regulates his breathing, rolling over beside you as he pulls himself from you. He immediately pulls you into his side, feeling the fresh linen sheets bunch up beneath you both. Your eyes have adjusted to the moonlit room, studying his features in the dark as he looks at you. He’s lovestricken, doe-eyed with a wide grin on his features. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.” He says, and you roll your eyes with sweet embarrassment. “Stop! No you were not-” You tease, laughing softly. “I was-!” He retorts, brushing stray hairs out of your face as he smiles. “Always have been.” You stop your laughter, feeling it melt into a soft grin as you bask in the moment of his confessions. “And so have I.” You say. He pulls your face to him, pressing his lips to your forehead. You sigh with relief into his arms, feeling yourself doze off as he murmurs against your flesh, knowing that forever starts tonight. “Always will be.” 

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[angelltheninth]

Hidden Parts Now Revealed

Pairing: Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie

Tags: fluff, kissing, making up, angel wings, making out, wing kink unlocked, suggestive, fade to black, cuddles

Word count: 0.9k

Ao3

A/N: Charlie has a new kink 100%!

Most preparations for the Extermination have been complete. Angel Dust, Husk and Sir Pentious fortified it the best they could with the materials they had, now all that was left was train their Sinner army. Huh. The last time Vaggie trained an army it was to exterminate Sinners. How much thing have changed in 3 years.

She would argue they've changed for the better. She was better, happier, finally living for something other then killing. Yes that reason did involve having to kill still but killing wasn't the ultimate reason for her existence anymore. It was Charlie, the love of her life.

One that she almost lost recently. Never again.

"Vaggie." Charlie stood awkwardly by her side of the bed, rubbing her arm. "You've been staring at that keychain for a while. Is it alive? Please don't tell me it is." Charlie cringed at the thought of a little soul being trapped in there. What a terrible fate.

The keychain dangled off Vaggie's finger before she set it aside in one of the nightstand drawers. "Nothing like that. I'm just surprised you thought to buy me something after..."

Charlie wrapped her in a tight hug before Vaggie could finish that thought. "I thought... horrible things about you Vaggie. I was angry, hurt, confused, I didn't know how much of you, of us, was real." She felt bad about it then and she feels horrible about it now. Vaggie felt Charlie melt into her, "I love you, and you've never given me reason to think you don't love me."

Charlie remembered that words were cheap. So instead she would show Vaggie how much she loved her. All parts of her.

Her lips brushed along the upper edge of the eye-patch, fingers finding the knot and giving it a light tug. "When I found you your eye was already missing. Was it true when you said-?"

"That I lost it to an Exterminator? Yeah, that was part of my punishment." Vaggie hummed when Charlie pushed her hair out of the way along with the eye-patch. "It doesn't hurt anymore, hun."

"It should have never hurt in the first place. It's cruel." She pressed a quick kiss just below but before she could do anything else Vaggie flipped them over so she was on top. "You're so strong, so hot, I should have known you were from Heaven. Everyone's hot up there right?"

"That's another lie. Otherwise you'd rule that place." Charlie's chuckle was short lived as Vaggie kissed her, wasting no time to deepen the kiss, "Bite me. I want you to see it." She was too scared of it before, scared of her secret getting out but now when she felt Charlie's fangs dig into her lip she didn't try to hide it.

Golden blood dripped down her chin. Charlie's eyes narrowed. "Even your blood makes you look pretty. But... I don't like seeing you bleeding." She remembered all the times in the past when Vaggie got hurt and locked herself in the bathroom, only getting out when she was bandaged up. Now it made sense why. "I'm sorry I made you hide your pain for all these years."

"I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to tell you." But she was done hiding herself. She would be honest.

"Can I see them?" Charlie asked as she ran her hands up Vaggie's arms, "Your wings."

"Yes." Without another word Vaggie threw her nightgown over her head, eliciting hitch of breath from Charlie that turned into a moan when her bra fell too. Two angel wings spread themselves out and Vaggie groaned, feeling like stretching a limb that she slept on for too long. "W-What do you think?"

"I think... we should have sex." Horny Charlie. In both senses of the word. Honest Charlie.

Vaggie's wings folded inwards a little, her face dusting a darker shade. "You want it now?"

"Yes. Don't you know," Charlie's arms wrapped around Vaggie's body, one of them landing directly between the wings, "that make up sex is one of the sweetest kinds you can have?"

"I wouldn't know. I never had it before. You and I... never had a fight before." Hopefully this would be their first and last. But in that case, "Then maybe we should take advantage of this opportunity." Vaggie finally understood where this was going. Her girlfriend was craftier then she gave her credit for.

A few hours later they both lay tangled in each other's arms, one of Vaggie's wings over them like a blanket. "Fuck. Me." Charlie's horns finally retracted back so she could tuck her head under Vaggie's chin to cuddle.

"You really like my wings don't you. You pervert."

"It's a new thing. When I saw you with them I... god I don't even know what happened, I just wanted you to... fuck me I guess. Don't worry Vaggie, it's just your wings that do it for me!" Charlie assured her.

"Oh good, I thought you might want to bang Lute next." Lute would be fucking lucky, but Charlie had better taste then that.

"Nope. Just you. Although... you having your wings, being an angel, being an ex-Exterminator... it could make for some really hot roleplay. I already got some in mind: picture this one! Me, a poor Sinner on Extermination day, lost and alone and you, a fierce Exterminator who can't resist the my charms! And then we have sex and fall in love."

Vaggie ran that scenario in her head. Back when she met Charlie she felt a connection to her. Charlie was a heaven-born though, and a royal, so killing her wouldn't be allowed anyway. "You have quite the imagination, sweetheart."

That wasn't a no to the roleplay idea!

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut

[tatumtater]

summary ; joel shows back up to lovers quarrel with unexpected cargo and an unexpected present waiting for him.

pairing ; joel x reader

warning ; grief, heartache, not sure, head my warning

tease ; " you just left. " " yes. that was an asshole move. i'm sorry. " a/n ; so part to for you little tator tots, i tried to push this out quickly while part one is still fresh in your mind. i hope it meets to you every heart desire. i'm still learning my writing and do write most of my stories of very short sentence prompts. requests are open so if there's something you'd like to see, let ya girl know. i hope everyone got tagged correctly. your thoughts whether they're good or bad is always appreciated. i tried pushing this out as quickly and as thoughtful as i could but i had writers block for hours unsure how i wanted to go with this.

part one

" joel? "

your heart thrashed in your chest, pounding in your ears. you feel as if you could vomit right there. unsure of what to do, unsure of what your feeling. grief, heartbreak, anger? you became frozen in your thoughts, your heart sinking into an unknown pit of agony as you stared at the two outside the fence. blinking yourself back to reality, you looked over at nicholas, ushering him to let them in. your heart ached seeing him here, he was suppose to come back for you and four years later he didn't show up until today. sucking in a breath, and batting back the tears, you waved an arm toward joel and his guest. " bill and frank will want to see you but just a heads up, frank isn't doing to well..he hasn't been. " you sighed, hoping the appearance of joel will brighten the mans spirits. taking a breath, you released the anxiety that had rippled through your body moments ago. you needed to buy yourself time. you weren't prepared for the sudden drop in from joel four fucking years later.

taking the memorized path to bill and frank's it was agonizingly quiet. no one said a word but the girl he had with him, usually muttering something under her breath. pushing open the fence to the men's home, you smiled, greeting frank on the porch who painted. " afternoon frank, how you feeling so far today? got you a special someone i'm hoping that will clear up these sunday blues. "

his eyes glanced over at the three figures walking his way, pushing the gate open and up the steps, you planted a small kiss on his cheek. " joel! long time no see, been what? a million years? " frank chuckled out and small smile laying on his lips. joel huffed a chuckle out, " only what it feels like huh? " it was silent after frank courted a small nod, mumbling about ' yeah sure does. '

you dusted your hands off your pants, feeling your hands clammy with the tension. it was tough you could cut it with a knife. " well if you won't excuse me, i have to go, thomas will be needing me soon. " you gave frank a pat on the shoulder, heading down the steps. a small nod to joel and his guest, " i'll be at the white house at the end of the street if you guys need anything but i think leslie might be the best bet to help. " pushing the gate open and closing it behind you, you. a small wave goodbye and you headed down to your house.

--

tucked into bed, thomas snuggled deep into your side, gripping the soft fabric of your shirt. you laid there, exhausted but with a million thoughts running through head, your fingers messing with the bangs of your toddler. his soft breathing and relaxed face breaks your heart more as you realized how much joel has missed out on his child, how much tomas has missed out on his father. but the sadness turns into anger. but are you more angry at joel for leaving or more angry you didn't tell him before he left, leaving you to raise him alone in this cruel world. you rolled over onto your side, leaning your head against your child's, studying his face. if joel laid eyes on thomas he would know instantly that he belonged to him, the similar features on his face laid upon thomas's. you brushed your fingers across his cheek, planting a small kiss on his head before shifting out of the bed.

you weren't going to bed, not anytime soon anyways. you grabbed your rob before making your way down the creaking stairs, hoping thomas was in a deep enough sleep to not be woken up. you grabbed a small glass of water from the kitchen before making your way out the front door, not shutting it fully behind you. the cool breeze of the mid night air wrapped around your legs, causing you to shiver slightly. you sat your cup down on the small side table by the porch swing, sitting down and sighing. one leg hanging off the swing your pushed the porch, swinging slightly becoming lost in your own thoughts.

" y/n, " the voice was rough but in a hushed town, so lost in your own mind, you didn't see joel making his way up the porch, " couldn't sleep? " you shook your head, " not, not really. you? " " no, i reckon not. don't sleep much these days anymore though. may i? " he asks, motioning to the swing. you move your leg, straightening up on the swing. it was an awkward silence, internally wanting to get up and go inside to completely avoid him at all costs. you cleared your throat, shifting nervously, " did you find what you were look for out there? did you ever find him? " joel interlocked his fingers, staring at the ground and nodding slightly before glancing at you, " yeah, i did. he's um married now, got a family. he's doin' alright for himself. " a family, he has a family. something you yearned for, something for thomas. " that's good " you muttered out, avoiding looking at him. your heart ached, it felt empty. you just wanted to reach out and touch joel, to feel the longing feeling of love from him. you missed him, you missed everything about him, the rough exterior but the soft side he only showed you. the air shifted as joel leaned back, swallow hard, " bill and frank talked a lot about you and someone named thomas. i'm glad you found someone. " you snorted, laughing slightly as much as it pained you. did he really think you moved on? that you just forgot about him when he never came back? " you just left. " he rubbed his chin, taking a deep breath. " yeah. that was an asshole move. i'm sorry. " " no- you just left and never came back, like you promised. you promised you'd come back and you didn't. you left me here to raise thomas on my own. you never fucking came back. "

joel's face scrunched in confusion, " wait- thomas isn't- you're not- what the fuck. so you didn't find someone? " you scoffed, standing up from the swing, turning your back to him. " no joel, i didn't. i waited you said you were coming back, you never showed and i ended up raising my child. our child on my own. " panic struck inside his chest, his heart pounding. for the first time since sarah's accident, joel felt scared. terrified. the thought of being a dad against never crossed his mind, he never wanted to be a dad again, not in this world. maybe if the world went back to normal, he could see himself settling down again. you grabbed the handle of the door, pushing it open, " i wanted to tell you joel, the day you left. but you didn't love me like i loved you so i didn't pry. thomas had me, he has me. i raised him while my heart was broke. i put a smile on my face everyday and worked my ass off for thomas to have a normal and simple life. i was alone. that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend. " you went to shut the door behind you, but the palm of his hand stopped the door, " i love you y/n. i lied. i thought about you every damn day. i thought about turning around so many times. " your heart broke more, you were uneasy, not sure to believe his words, " you can't come back and just say these things! " your voice was hushed and it lingered with venom., " i was alone. do you not realize this. i'm all he has and he's all i have. "

joel shook his head, reaching for your hand, " no " you huffed, choking back tears, eyes focused anywhere but him. your breath was uneasy and heavy. " look at me, " he demanded, moving his hands to your neck, cupping your face and using his thumbs to brush against your cheek. you looked up with glossy eyes, meeting his through your eyelashes. " we're going to do this together, alright? i'm done leaving your behind. that was a mistake i regret every fucking day of my life. " your hands moved for your sides to his shirt, gripping it tightly. his thumb brushed your bottom lip before his pressed his against yours, every wall you had put up faltered, your guard was down and you were vulnerable.

" i'm never leaving you again. "

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—a snack

SUMMARY | sometimes the only way to get the twins to shut up is to shove food in one of their mouths

PAIRING | tangerine x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | spoilers for bullet train

WORD COUNT | 1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | tangerine has my heart and soul confirmed

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This was the third time in the past half hour that you had to deal with their bickering.

Normally, you loved the twins. Tagging along with them as the occasional third party on a particularly tricky mission was something you never grew tired of. Especially when it came to Lemon; he always had a self care pack for everyone ready—normally consisting of a snack and small trinkets tailored to your person—knowing that everyone performed their best in high spirits. It was one of the things you had come to look forward to on your trips with them. Alongside Tangerines ever present charm, although you'd never admit it. His ego was big enough already as is.

But sometimes even the most enjoyable of people could wear your patience thin. The most notable moment? Right fucking now.

"Aren't you two supposed to get along? Being brothers and business partners?" You finally snapped, turning your head away from the foggy window you had been staring at blankly ever since the two men across from you had begun bickering. Honestly you were surprised you had managed to hold out from saying anything this long. Sitting still and shutting up hadn't always been your strong suit in life.

"Oh yeah? Gettin along? Try bein his brother afta he's spent the past hour fuckin quizin you on a train show for kids!" Tangerine barked out, rolling his eyes in Lemons direction.

"You ain't exactly a delight either, bruv." Was all Lemon responded with. You could visibly see Tangerines jaw tense and the veins in his neck stand out, eliciting a hollow chuckle from you.

If you hadn't been contracted to the tiny and awfully scratchy seat of a fast-moving train, you would have already moved to the other room just to get away to the bickering. Maybe even enjoy a moment of silence or two. Sadly, that wasn't the case, and now you were stuck in economy class with two pissy englishmen practically breathing down your neck.

"That's it." You grumbled, unfortunately aware of the way both of them had gone back to ignoring you in favor of their argument.

"Hey, miss? Yeah, over here for a second please."

All it took was a well timed arrival of a snack cart, a few peices of yen, and an exchange of goods for you to get Tangerine to shut up.

The brits face contorted into one of suprise as you reached across the table in between you two to aggressively shove a peice of mochi in his mouth, temporarily unable to cuss his brother out for his reaction as Lemon began laughing. It was an unorthodox way to cut a conversation off sure, but at this point you really just didn't give a shit.

"Th f'ck 'as tha or!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, you muppet."

Tangerine was quick to swallow the treat you'd so forcefully obliged him too before speaking again. The urge to snicker at the powder now lightly dusting his mustache was tempting but you held back. Barely.

"The fuck was that for!?" He was quick to snap.

"I needed you to shut up." You shrugged. Lemon was practically tearing up with laughter now. It almost made you want to shove another piece of mochi in Tangerines mouth just to see him double over with laughter, but you valued your life at the moment.

"You could have just fucken asked me!"

"Nah I seriously doubt it." Lemon chimed in for you, snorting occasionally. "Got a skull as thick as your ego mate."

"Cheers to that." You lifted your imaginary cup in Lemons direction as the cheep jab to Tangerine. Who at this point was resorting to a form of pouting.

"A big man baby. That's what I reckon you are." You managed to grin, only teasing now. "Lucky I love you so much, Tang. Otherwise I would have thrown you out the back of this train a few stops ago."

"Love me huh?" He was leaning forward now, no longer showing any signs of the small show he had been making earlier. Now his teeth were showing as he smiled smugly, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Surely a look that he used to charm many people with in the past. And now it was being pointed your way. "Do tell me more, love."

Ignoring the way your mouth went dry at the nickname he so casually used, you scoffed.

"Don't read too much into it. I can always take it back."

"You wouldn't though." Tangerines grin was downright cheeky now. He had resorted to leaning back in his seat now, resting his hands behind his head confidently.

"Right. If you two are just gonna flirt I'm gonna trod off yeah?" Lemon sighed, making to leave. He preferred not to see the two of you pine over each right now. Maybe if he hurried he be able to check on the breifcase and catch a couple of episodes of Thomas in the bathroom on his phone.

"No you don't. Don't you even think of leaving me with this asshole." His arm was roughly grabbed by you and Lemon was shoved back down in his seat forcefully.

"Aw what happend to loving me?" Tangerine cooed with an outward jutt of his bottom lip. Your eyes lingered on it for a moment too long before snapping back up to his face, your own feeling slightly warm. You blamed it on the giant ass light hanging above you all, knowing full well that wasn't it.

"People change. Now shut up and eat the rest of that mochi I bought before I actually do kick you off this train."

"Whatever you say luv."

Sighing you turned to look back at the window next to you, refusing to look back at the assassin across from you.

Maybe falling in love on the job was going to be a bit more difficult to handle than you'd originally thought.

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Acts of Service (18+)

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x wife!reader warning: 18+ (minors dni!!!), unedited, porn with plot, switching perspective, bradley's an ass man, massage, f-feet for a line?, oral (f receiving), reader gets the softest ride of her life, unprotected s3x (please wrap it before you tap it), face down ass up that's the way we like to fUCK, dog tag kink, creampie finish summary: a stressful day leaves rooster's hardworking wife in need of a massage. she's lucky rooster's got the "magic touch" to make all of her pain disappear. a/n: @mandoowhorian wanted Rooster the Ass Man™ giving back shots and i am a simple woman, who am i to deny? HAVE A WHOLE ASS (pun intended!) FIC, CONGRATULATIONS FOR GETTING MY BRAINWORM STIMULATED.

--- Rooster liked to think he's a kind man. He donated to charity, helped little old ladies cross the street and even volunteered some time at the local children's hospital to read stories to the kids there. He found joy in helping others feel better. Seeing a smile on someone else's face because of a simple gesture he did made him feel incredibly warm inside. Yes, it was fulfilling, yet no act of kindness compared to that of helping his incredibly hardworking wife unload after a hard day. The man was whipped, much to Hangman's devious delight, but Rooster couldn't care less. She stumbled into his life one drunken night at the Hard Deck and has been his other half ever since. He wasn't enough of a romantic sucker to believe in love at first sight; but then, he met her. To him, she hung the moon in his sky and had since only changed his life for the better. He learned how to keep their home clean, do the laundry, hell, even cook all thanks to his incredible wife.

He found that the bare minimum made her the happiest like a surprise bouquet of flowers or making her coffee in the morning. The bar was so low on the ground, every small token of affection gave her stars in her eyes. "No one I've been with has ever been this kind to me," she had said one night, crying over a basket of goodies he had made for her to help her through a particularly bad period that left her stuck on the couch for a week. On the day of their wedding, Bradley swore into the ring he placed on her finger to do everything in his power to keep that smile on her face.

So, when his wife came home with a scowl on her lips and her brows furrowed in pain, Rooster knew what he had to do.

"Honey? You good?"

He was sweatpants clad only and was folding their laundry into piles, having gotten home from base early thanks to the forecasted thunderstorm landing a few hours before it was supposed to. Grounded and drenched, he pulled rank and took the evening off to help his wife with the chores they've both been ignoring recently: dishes, dusting, vacuuming, and conquering the dreaded Laundry Chair in the corner of their room.

She gave him a weak smile, shrugging her jacket off and shaking her wet hair out of its slicked pony tail. "Yeah, yeah, I'm ok. Just really sore after today."

Bradley took his time folding down a pair of her scrubs and was careful not to crease them. "A patient gave you a fight huh?"

"Yeah, and the patient was in the form of a chunky, 140 pound Bernese Mountain Dog who didn't wanna be sedated for his teeth extraction."

She went down on the living room floor in all fours, spreading her arms out above her head to a modified child's pose. Her arms were long outstretched above her and a tiny expanse of her low back was revealed under her folding scrub top. His eyes travelled further up and Bradley just couldn't take his eyes off that ass.

Holy hell, was he a lucky man.

Rooster loved every ounce of his wife even before they got married, but he was so incredibly glad that she had been putting on some weight recently. Why? One, because he knew he was feeding her well and two, because it all somehow ended up going to that glorious, incredible ass. She would complain all the time that she was 'eating too good, her scrubs were getting tight', and had to do little jumping squats to try to squeeze into them. The image didn't stop Bradley imagining her riding on top of him with her cheeks smacking against the top of his thighs.

She let out a tiny, muffled groan. "God, that's the stuff."

"You want a massage? It might make you feel a little better," Bradley said, tossing one of her lacy thongs on top of the underwear pile.

"Mmhmmm, please baby, that'd be wonderful," his goddess muttered, rolling herself over onto her back. Her hair was damp down to her shoulders, her smile angelic and her arms were crossed over top of her head. What he wouldn't do to pin those hands above her and kiss his way down her body, feel her skin heat up under his lips and hear the most holy of moans fall from her lips...

Stop. This isn't about you, Rooster.

He helped her sit up and removed her tight scrub top. He caught a pretty pink blush crested her cheeks at her sudden nakedness left in only her bra. He ghosted a small kiss on the tip of her nose. "It gives me better access. Get on the couch."

He took each laundry pile and placed them precariously on the freshly vacuumed floor. She took her position on the couch, chest pressed provocatively into the velour. She crossed her ankles in the air to show Rooster the tops of her feet and perfect manicured toes. The brat tossed him a wicked little wink over her shoulder. He grinned just as fiendishly, forcing her feet down to sit on the back of her thighs and gave her a teasing spank on the bum. The flesh rippled beneath the fabric of the lycra and he could imagine the gentle pink blooming on her skin.

"Enough of that, you little minx! Here, put the pillow under your hips."

She let him guide the throw under her, her lower back letting out a satisfying pop at the induced flexion. "Ohhhh my god, I sound like a glow stick," she muttered, her face flopping to the sofa in defeat. "I'm all ready for you, baby. Just... just make the hurt go away"

Bradley rubbed his palms together to warm them before letting them dust across the surface of her skin. "You know I give good massages, right?"

She shivered at the touch, letting out a small chuckle. "Only if you consider good massages feeling like a train running over my spine!"

Bradley sat up straight on his knees, hands on his hips. "Now Mrs. Bradshaw, that wasn't very nice! You hurt my feelings!"

"Just telling it as is, Lieutenant Bradshaw. You can fly a plane well, but you didn't really luck out in the hand dexterity department." She turned around to put her face on her hand, elbow propped under the sofa cushion. "You have yet in our year of marriage to convince me of these rumored 'magic fingers' of yours."

He laughed out loud, "Oh really now? Just you wait then, Mrs. B. Be back in a flash."

He scooted off the couch to rush to the bathroom, grabbing the rose oil that she liked to use after her baths. It was a thicker liquid and the smell was quite intoxicating: definitely his favorite scent on her. Plus, the shine it gave her legs after using it was his absolute favorite.

He hopped back into his position on the couch and rubbed a bit of the sticky liquid between his palms. The oil conducted his body heat and he rubbed the soothing musk over the tops of her shoulders. Immediately, she relaxed into a mewl.

"Ohhh, the rose oil. Now show me the magic, baby."

"Yes ma'am," he replied, gently working the fluid into her skin. The shine that rose out gave her a sparkling hue under the standing lamp. He rubbed slowly and deeply under her shoulder blades, making sure to press out all of the small knots that crinkled under the bone. She was breathing deeply, definitely enjoying the pressure and the smells that surrounded her.

"Mmm, lower please," she moaned. Bradley spotted a small drool spot near the corner of her mouth. "How are the magic fingers treating you, baby?" His voice was soft, the tinking of the pouring rain outside louder than he was. He was leaned over her form, putting pressure on the apex of her shoulders to smooth the muscles outside to her arms.

"You have a little more to do before I can give a proper review," she grinned, moving her hair to the side away from the oil. "Keep it up and you may get a prize."

Bradley continued to work, reapplying the oil to his hands a few times before he escaped to her lower back. He pressed a particularly tender point and she seized up for a moment. He backed off quickly. "Oh jesus, I'm sorry, you ok?"

"Y-Yeah," she sputtered, lifting her head to look behind at him. Her eyes were still glazed over in bliss. "Just... go a little gentler. 'Makes my legs hurt when you push there."

"Your legs too?" Bradley questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I have no problems massaging them as well. But, you have to take these pants off if you want the luxury assessment."

His wife groaned, attempting to loop her fingers through the front of her elastic waist band, but gave up quickly. "You gotta do it. I feel like jelly."

Bradley chuckled and shook his head, fingers pulling back the material to reveal the prize he craved the most. Her skin was gorgeous and hugged dangerously to the curve of the pretty gemstone blue thong that graced the top of her hip bones. He pulled the pants down just to the top of her thighs, reapplying his oil before getting to work.

The soft flesh of her ass kneaded into his palm. Her little moans were just too cute; he wanted to hear more. He moved down to the crest of her ass and cupped it gently, giving it another pass with the oil. "How's that?" "Sooo goooooood," she drawled, wiggling her ass between his fingers so it slid off the oil. Holy fuck.

"You have no idea how tasty that ass looks right now," he blurted, taking his time to scoop his fingers along the sides of her hips. "And I'm starving, baby. I could eat you alive."

His love sucked in a breath from the bottom of the couch. He could feel her feet rubbing together behind him. She was trying not to let him see her squirm. "O-oh yeah? We haven't eaten dinner yet though," she whimpered, the tension at the sides of her hips melting with each pass of his calloused digits.

"Fuck dinner, we're going right to dessert."

Rooster slid down the back of her thighs, his teeth nipping at the supple skin of her ass. She let out a strangled moan, the pressure from his mouth sending shivers up her spine. His cool dog tags dangled precariously off of his neck, hitting the back of her thigh with every sudden movement forward. His wife made every attempt to slither forward away from his grasp, but he held her tightly in place. A hard slap ricocheted of her skin, leaving her gasping out loud.

"B-Bradley!"

"Don't move," he growled. He was a predator now. His pupils bled dark and zeroed in on the skimpy, dampened fabric between her legs. The beautiful blue had turned a deep navy in the matter of minutes. Rooster let his fingers run along the silken material, his wife attempting to hide another whimper from his ears.

"Let me hear it," he muttered, his other hand working the muscle of her thighs. "Let me hear you."

Bradley couldn't see her face, but he knew she was flushed and panting. "I-I want..." she started, completely fumbling through her words. His fingers were dragging lazy, slow circles around her clothed clit, the fingers of his other hand still working down, down, down towards the back of her knee. "Hmmm?"

"Your mouth!" she blurted. "Fuck, I need your tongue in my pussy, Bradley, please."

He parted the fabric to the side and without a word swiped a single lick up her pussy. The moan that came from her was a release in itself; he could hear her smile through the sound. His left hand worked to spread apart her ass to give him better access. He dove in deep, her taste salty and sweet all at the same time. Two fingers from his right came around to circle her bud again and her hips struggled against the pillow propped under her hips.

"Oh my god," she cried, her wobbling wrists doing their best to support her weight. She was arching back into him now, attempting to rock against his face at the sensation.

"Delicious," he muttered through her slick. "And all for me. What a treat."

His mouth returned to biting while he let two fingers take place of his tongue. She cried out in rapture, her walls rippling around him the moment he slid them home. The heat coming off of her was intense enough that sweat rippled down the side of her forehead. She mewled and bucked in spasm as he continued his slow languid movements to fuck her through her surprise release. In and out... In... and... out.

"How'd that feel?" He mused, kissing up her spine, from the top of her tail bone up to the side of her neck. She let out a groan at his weight pressing on her, her eyebrows still knitted together at the pleasure. "M-More, Roo. I need more."

"More?" he crooned, his dog tags raking themselves against the sweat of her shoulder blades. "What a greedy little thing you are. You want more, yet I've been the one doing all the work. You take and take and don't return the favor, huh?"

She keened as his fingers suddenly quickened inside her pussy, his fingers gently pulling apart her walls, preparing her for the main event. "But that's completely fine honey," he whispered to her. He left a gentle kiss on her temple, the salt of her sweat delightful on his tongue. "Tonight's all about you. I'll take care of you, baby. I'll take care of you, you deserve it."

But just like that, his fingers were gone.

The overwhelming sense of emptiness overtook her as his weight left her back. She whimpered out loud, readjusting her body so her arms were holding up her chest. The spittle that hung from the side of her mouth should have been embarrassing, but she couldn't do anything to stop it from continuing to pool in her mouth. The man made her come so hard, she saw stars just from his fingers going inside her.

Before she knew what had happened, his hips were up against the ridges of her ass. Rooster had returned in all of his glory, stark naked by the feeling of the velvet smoothness of his cock rubbing languidly against her ass cheeks. Her head sunk back lower on her hands, forcing the arch up in her back to bare herself whole to him. He groaned in appreciation at the sight, a finger scooping some of her essence from her entrance.

The rose oil lit over her skin to make her sweet sweat stand out even more. She was glowing; a rose herself. Bradley couldn't help but let his cock rest between her ass cheeks, rubbing slowly up and down, up and down. Her slick gave him the perfect lubricant to rub between her skin. The feeling was divine.

"Holy fuck," he drawled, his head leaning back. Both hands had come back to squeeze the sides of her ass together, encasing his already hard cock in the silky heat. He could hear her little mewls underneath him, obviously the grazing of his skin against her cunt causing its own reaction to her. "You feel amazing, baby. Just incredible."

Rooster paused for a just a moment, pulling back completely before teasing the tip into her pussy. She groaned at the feeling of the thick head making way, whimpered at the pause, and felt like crying as it left her. He was so close, she was about to beg for him to just fucking take her already. He ground himself in between her ass cheeks for a few strokes again before plunging back in, this time just a bit deeper.

Every pass he'd enter deeper and deeper, her moans getting louder and more egregious. Bradley preened at the effect he had on his wife. She was a stunning, incredible beauty and only reacted this way to him. A feeling like this could get to his head.

He let his cock in all the way finally, the warmth and squeezing of her walls caused him to double over on top of her. His dog tags jingled down off of his chest to rest in the valley of her spine. He placed gentle kisses on the back of her neck; a job well done for taking him in so well. She raised her head gently in thanks, smiling up at her husband. "Want you to move, Roo," she whimpered. "Want all of you right now."

Who was he to deny such a beautiful plea?

Rooster rocked his hips gently at first, nice and slow to savor each drag of his cock against her walls. He pulled out to the tip before plunging back into the comfort of her cunt. She had keened at every thrust, the pleasure boiling inside of her stomach to a rumble. He took his hands and gently wrapped them under her chin, leaving soft kisses in her hair. Her ass bounced off of his stomach, the sound of skin on skin echoing against the pitter patter of rain on their window pane.

His wife didn't need to be fucked tonight. No, she needed to be loved. She needed to be cared for softly, gently, as if she was a piece of glass. God, he would let her know how he felt for her just by making love her her on this one night. He felt like no word he ever said was good enough to express how much he adored her. Every thrust was a love note, ever kiss was a sonnet. It would solidify every word of love and passion he had ever said. He meant every. Damn. Word.

"Mmm gonna," she whined, her eyes opening to face him. She was wanton and lovely, the flush on her cheeks extending down to the front of her chest. So beautiful, like a Renaissance painting with warm hues and lace. "Gonna come again. Baby, baby," she babbled, the word the only thing left in her head. Baby. He embraced her around her chest, just under her breasts to hold her tight to his chest. She fluttered around him, her breath stalling for a moment before she took large gasps beneath him.

He shushed her and gently rocked his hips to work her slowly through her second orgasm of the night. "Oh sweetheart," he cooed, his hands drifting down her upper back to press a little on her shining muscles again. "You're so good for me honey. You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, I love you so much."

She nodded quietly, still unscrambling her brain through the spasms, her breathing ragged.

The sight of his cock, pulling in and out of her weeping pussy, made him move again. His eyes were dissecting each movement: each ridge of his cock disappearing inside of her, the pull of her labia against his skin, the subtle sponge of her inner walls. He picked up his pace, watching the way that she devoured him whole. Every drive forward was met by her still-greedy pussy with the same burning intention. Her perked asshole fluttered gently with every push and pull.

The whole image of the scenario was so erotic, Bradley felt his end drawing nearer the longer he kept his eyes open. The rope in his own stomach was about to snap and shred to pieces. "B-baby," he stuttered, hunching back over her. His hands rested to cover both of her own, their fingers interlocking. "I'm so close."

"Come inside, Bradley," she said gently. Her fingers tugged slightly at his, the cool metal of their wedding rings clashing. She truly sounded like an angel, almost far off in the distance in his haze. "Come inside of me."

Permission was all he needed for him to finish. He placed his hot forehead against her upper shoulders, his moans echoing against the hollow of her spine as he filled her to the brim. She was mewling on her own at the heat flooding her body. They stayed like that for a moment, attached, basking in the aftermath of their passionate fire. His dog tags were no longer cool to the touch, pressed deeply into the lines of her skin to leave the seal of his name in her body.

She was his and only his.

Rooster withdrew and grabbed his shirt, dirty by now and did a sparse clean up. He hobbled to the bathroom, legs still shaking, to grab a cool cloth to clean his girl. After rinsing himself clean, he went back to the couch to find her still bent in the same position her hips raised. A small stream of cum was dripping down the side of her thigh, but thankfully didn't drop on the couch.

"We should have put a towel down," Bradley laughed, cleaning her thoroughly. She patted away the pillow bolstering her hips up and let her body drop flat on the couch. Her hands went to press on her lower spine and she sighed, content. "I feel better," she grinned. There was his girl. Beautiful, bright and colorful again.

They slipped into some idle chatter, ordering dinner, deciding what movie to watch for the night and the likes. Bradley had slipped his sweatpants back on and his wife had favored one of his old naval shirts that hung lose on her body for pajamas. They were cuddled back up on the couch, paying more attention to each others eyes rather than the screen.

"Who would have thought all you needed was for someone to blow your back out a little," he chirped, ego inflating just enough to issue a playful smack across his chest.

"Or maybe it was your 'magic fingers' all along!" Her smile was just infectious as he couldn't help but return it. "I won't lie, adding the oil made it feel really good. Almost like a bike running me over instead of a train."

"Abracadabra!" Bradley wiggled his fingers in her direction. Her laughter rang through the apartment as he tickled her sides, the sound just music to him.

Bradley liked to think he was a kind man. He would do anything just to keep her smiling.

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Catch Fire

Prompt Day 6: Cooking | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: None | Tags: Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, First Home, Cooking Mishaps

"Why was there a fire truck pulling out of our driveway when I got home?" Steve asks, putting his gym bag down on the floor next to the couch. It smells awful in their house right now. Like the remnants of a campfire, all charred and heavy, hanging in the air.

And if he's not mistaken, he's pretty sure it's a little cloudy. Steve opens the window over the sink, and then the front door, just trying to get some air circulating through the house.

"There was a fire truck outside? I didn't see a fire truck," Eddie says sitting on the floor, arms deep in the oven.

"Oh, really? That's an interesting place for them to turn around then," Steve replies, pretending he's not seeing whatever the fuck is happening right in front of him. 

"Totally weird," Eddie says, still scrubbing. "We should complain to the city. Using our private property to turn around? Unacceptable."

Steve smiles, and watches, just waiting to see if Eddie's gonna cave and confess to whatever the fuck he did this time, without Steve asking. He doesn't, and Steve gets impatient.

"You caught the oven on fire, huh?" Steve finally asks, grabbing a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and planting his ass on the bar stool. He's gonna watch this play out.

"I resent that accusation!" Eddie yells, his voice muffled, since his head is quite literally in the oven right now.

"But it's true, right?" Steve asks, and Eddie's laugh echoes throughout the room, coming from inside the oven.

"Maybe, just a little fire," Eddie says, "more smoke than anything else."

"Are you okay?" Steve asks.

"Embarrassed, but okay," Eddie admits, finally looking at Steve, "I thought I could make s'mores in the oven. Turns out, and really, who could have guessed this, marshmallows can really burn if they fall and hit the coils."

"Nobody ever could have predicted that. Not with how they catch fire, and all," Steve says. 

Eddie laughs.

"How did you lose a marshmallow in the oven?" Steve asks, because he's not sure how this went so awry. It's Eddie, minor disasters follow him like an old friend, but still. This is something, even for Eddie.

"I put the graham crackers right on the rack, because I didn't want to clean melted marshmallow goop off the cookie sheet. Again."

Steve taps his temple, sarcastically, "Smart. Instead you're cleaning out the bottom of the oven, I take it?"

"What didn't burn off and smoke up the whole house, yes, yes, I am," Eddie admits.

Steve laughs, and gets down on the floor next to Eddie, leaning back on his haunches, "Need some help?"

He doesn't want to scrub charred marshmallow off the bottom of their oven. But he'd do it. For Eddie. He's learned that over the last few years. He'll do anything for Eddie. Anything at all. 

"Always," Eddie says, but instead of handing him the scrub brush, Eddie is leaning forward to kiss Steve. Once, twice, until he's pushed Steve flat on his back on the linoleum, mess long forgotten.

That's not what Steve meant, but this will definitely do just fine.

Steve presses his body to Eddie's, happy to be home and touching him. They don't get a whole lot of time home together these days. Eddie works nights more often than not, and Steve has been pulling in extra shifts, and wants to go to the gym at least three times a week. 

Eddie doesn't understand that impulse, not at all, but Steve appreciates that Eddie encourages him to do whatever makes him happy.

It's taken a while to get on their feet. Life wasn't easy to return to, after everything that happened in Hawkins. But as soon as the dust cleared, and the kids had graduated and spread their wings and flew away, Steve had taken Eddie, and Robin, and they'd left town. 

There was nothing left there, anyway. So they packed up, and decided to start anew. From scratch, together. Starting out in a shitty, little apartment with one bedroom. The three of them crammed in, with no privacy. 

But it was great, and helped them start to build new lives. To just be who they are, without any preconceived notions coming their way. 

They worked, and scraped, and clawed their way into better lives.

Now, Robin's in school, and Steve's so proud of her. She's gonna be pissed when she comes home and smells the house, though. She's still in the spare room, and Steve wouldn't have it any other way. These two are his family. 

She might not stay with them forever, but they decided to put down roots, and bought this house. It's not huge, but it's nice, and it's their home.

They're doing fine, but this house isn't going to pay itself off. So, he misses Eddie.

Steve flips them over, and presses his dick against Eddie's. Eddie squirms underneath him, and that always gets Steve going. The reaction Eddie has to them touching in any way. It's the hottest thing.

With that in mind, Steve leans down and kisses Eddie again, before burying his face in Eddie's neck, just laying on him, touching in every place possible. 

"You stink," Eddie finally says.

"Well, I was gonna say the same thing about you," Steve answers with a laugh, pulling his head back to look at Eddie.

He doesn't care though, not really. He'd still want to touch Eddie, even if he does smell a little bit like burning right this second. 

"Wanna take a shower together? Conserve water. Save the planet and shit," Eddie asks, giving him the eyes. 

Those eyes have always been his downfall, and Eddie damn well knows it.

"Okay, I guess we can do that," Steve says, pretending like this is something he's conceding to, and not something that he really wants. 

They get up, and Steve leaves the window open, but closes the front door, and lets Eddie lead the way to the bathroom. 

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[carionto]

Humans and Boredom VI

Music is everywhere in the Galaxy.

All it takes is the simplest sense of rhythm, and a feeling. What that feeling is can be anything, from a total lack of feeling - true idleness, to the most profound and personal emotional states that no other will ever truly understand;

the rush from being on the prowl, amping yourself and your compatriots up by the sheer act of marching forward, to a mother's quiet tapping of a finger on the table, waiting for an answer, hoping it doesn't come, knowing what it will be when it inevitably does.

Repetition brings comfort, at least in the sense you what will come next. Whether it is something of a reassurance during troubling times, or excitement for joining along with everyone else during celebration, having some certainty of what comes next is incredibly powerful and essential for life.

What we could not predict is what we saw when we arrived at one of our moons Humanity offered to clean up after a small skirmish between some locals and pirates. An OCC ship had been tagging along this military escort. We know of the Orbital Cleaner Crews, their reputation, while only recent in Galactic circles, is unparalleled, so we gladly accepted their offer.

Now, this moon has an atmosphere. It's highly toxic and the surface is almost nothing but dust, so it has been deemed uninhabitable. It's only function, really, is the light tidal effect it produces for it's host planet, which is more or less just a farm and resort and retirement hotspot (with some secret military bases, but don't tell anyone).

Not long after leaving the OCC to do it's thing, we got a call from planetside about strange lights appearing on the moon at night. What the OCC were doing, or more specifically, the active cleaner currently on their 8 hour shift, flinging bits of space pirate ship debris at the moon. What the hell?

"It's fine, you said nothing lives down there, right? And we don't get a lot of atmosphere jobs, so I'm making the most of it. The air isn't bad enough to melt the drones I sent down there, and I've been, let's say, working on my magnum opus. Here, have a listen to yesterdays sample."

What she played was music. I think Humans call it jazz, with a mixture of symphony, and... heavy metal? A fascinating combination, and some of the notes were intense and booming. It did not sound like any instrument we had heard Humans use before, though it did remind us of a few Groh'rani bands, but that's just how their mouths learn to work in the upper lowland dialect.

"You're looking at it."

What?

"The moon and debris! Most people wouldn't think it, but based on the material composition, speed, angle and point of contact, orbital debris makes a lot of different sounds.

That sample specifically used: a triple impact of cockpit chairs; two laser batteries colliding a few meters above the surface; a hallway hitting the ground with its flat bottom first; another hallway whistling by as it shoots down open hatch first, the drone inside picked up some wicked air noises, didn't survive the direct crash though, would've loved to get the inside boom; and a barrage of twenty four diced up hull plates striking at quarter second intervals."

Hmm, well, that's certainly... creative use of available resources. And not breaking any laws or regulations either, huh.

"If you don't mind, I've still got some work to do. I'm in no rush with the piece though, the release is years away. I still need more low notes from carrier and larger ship impacts, plus it takes a lot of time to get authorization to get a planetcracker for a private job. I have to know what sound matter of all kind makes when those massive gravity hooks slowly squeeze and expand them. Man, I can't even imagine. So excited for when that paperwork goes through!"

Right, we'll leave you to it then.

Bye.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🌻

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 (do yourself a favor and visit their FIF posts. promise you won't regret it)

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so i kinda got this idea. it's more than likely going to the backburner for a while (i have got to finish the stuff i already started) anyway, i came across this post that was adorable af (some screenshots below)

brain said 'huh. what if a young Eddie wants to take young Evan on a date? and then gets shamed for it. because of course he does. and then Eddie has to work through all his crap as an adult so he can then ask Buck on a date?' so i'm dumping what i have under the cut. mwah!

Eddie sits on the end of his parent’s bed, kicking his bare feet in time with a song only he can hear. He can’t remember the name, only the basic rhythm that his music teacher, Ms. Hughes, taught them. 

Tap Tap Thump! Tap Tap Thump! 

The wooden footboard is starting to bother his heels, turning them a faint red, but he continues tap-thumping along, not ready to stop just yet. It keeps him busy while his mama gets ready for a night out with Papa.

“What do you think, Eddito?” She asks, meeting his gaze in her vanity mirror.

She holds up two different earrings. One is tiny, barely visible between her fingers except for the way it sparkles in the light. The other is bigger, in a sort of loop shape with a jade stone at the bottom that matches her green dress. He thinks she looks pretty with both of them, but he remembers his dad boasting about the tiny one being a real diamond. Eddie’s not sure what that means. It seems important though if the way Papa looked was any indication.

Papa was so proud when he gave them to her after his last business trip, practically beaming. Mama wasn’t quite as pleased. Not like she was when Eddie and Sophia gave her the jade pair for Christmas. Maybe she was just tired that day? She usually is when Papa goes away for work. 

“The sparkly ones,” he tells her confidently. If Papa knows Eddie helped choose them for tonight, maybe it’ll help him earn some extra time for catch tomorrow. 

Eddie’s been extra helpful this week, helping Mama look after Sophia, setting the table, and dusting around the house before his dad came back from Houston. Hopefully Mama will mention that, too. He might only be nine but he’s getting bigger all the time (Abuela tells him so) and can do a lot more things than his little sister.  

“Thank you, mijo.” She tucks her long hair behind her ears so she can put the earrings in. 

He rearranges himself on the bed so he’s on his belly with elbows bent, chin resting on his open palms. His feet automatically restart their rhythmic drumming. 

Mama picks a lipstick and carefully swipes the brilliant red across her lips. She pinches them together a few times before she’s satisfied, swapping the small tube for a square container and something that looks like a funny, fluffy paint brush. He watches her swirl the brush and lift it to her cheeks, tinting them a dusky pink. 

“Where are you and Papa going?” 

“Out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Maybe some dancing.”

“Why?” He asks, not particularly sure why he suddenly wants to know. Tia Pepa is babysitting tonight, which means a bowl of ice cream neither of them will ever admit to while they watch telenovelas.

“He’s been traveling and it’s a nice way to celebrate when he comes home.”

“Because, Edmundo.” Papa glides through the doorway, like he was waiting for the perfect moment, stopping to stand behind Mama. “You’ll figure this out when you’re older, but date nights are key to keeping everyone happy. Especially your mother.” 

He tilts her chin up, leaning down for a kiss. Gross. 

“Ramon,” she scolds. “Now I have to fix my lipstick.” 

Papa sighs playfully. He turns to Eddie, shrugging as if to ask what are you going to do?

“So a date is just going out to a fancy restaurant? For no reason?” Eddie muses aloud. The whole thing sounds a little boring and undeserving of a special title. 

“It can be,” Mama says. “Or it can be some other activity. People go out just because and for meaningful days, too, like an anniversary or birthday. As long as you’re with someone special, it can be whatever you decide.”

Oh. Well that changes things. 

“Like laser tag and pizza?” 

“Sure,” Papa answers with a chuckle while he digs through a dresser drawer. 

An idea begins to form in his brain. His best friend in the whole world, Evan, is moving at the end of the summer, just weeks away. Evan and his sister, Maddie, have lived next door as long as he can remember. He and Eddie do everything together. Other than his family, there’s nobody more special than Evan.

#this is unedited etc #like literally a brain dump #it's probably gonna change #fuck it friday #hippo writes #fic: praying to god one day you'll be mine #buddie wip #i hate the diaz parents so much #but it's so fun to take things out on them y'know?

[standardfriends]

boy (I need you) 🦋

Word Count: 5.3k|| Kanemoto Yoshinori x Fem. Reader || Tags: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut, Dilf!Yoshi, Son!Jeongwoo, Best Friend!Doyoung, Slight Age Gap (4 years), Petnames, Abandonment, Vanilla, Plot Heavy

"Damn, this house is really nice." Whose house, you may ask? Hopefully, your future employer's. You recently started college and have been looking for a pretty lenient job, and that's how you got here. A man, not much older than you, named Yoshinori needed a house-sitter. So here you were, about to enter for an interview. "You got this, y/n. You'll be fine." You press the doorbell. "One second! Sorry~" A sweet melodic voice tweets from behind the door. "Hello, come on in!" Appearing is one of the most gorgeous faces you've ever seen in your life. Long brown hair, shiny soft eyes, high strong nose bridge, a bright smile, and a pretty mole underneath his mouth to pair with it.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" "Just water is fine, thank you." He leads you to sit down on the couch in his living room, which is quite cozy, with a light brown sectional, a wooden and glass coffee table positioned in front of a flat-screen TV and front window. He comes back quickly with a glass of ice water with a cute curly straw. "Sorry, how rude of me. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Kanemoto Yoshinori, and you?" "Y/n, nice to meet you, Mr. Kanemoto." "Oh, please just call me Yoshi…" He chuckles nervously and rubs his neck. "Alright, nice to meet you, Yoshi."

You soon find out that he's looking for a house-sitter because he frequently works long hours throughout the week. "I just need you to do basic tasks like making sure all the plants are watered, the fish are fed enough, and that dust doesn't collect." Simple enough, it pays really well, considering those are your only major tasks. "Also, you would get weekends off. That's when I'm at home. My son Jeongwoo comes to visit me, he lives with his grandparents during the week." SON!? You had to refrain from letting your jaw drop, but you can't help but be shocked, as Yoshi only looked at most 4 years older than you. "Oh ok, well if that's all, I'd be happy to house sit for you, Yoshi!" "REALLY? Oh, I mean��ahem—really? Thank you so much!" You can't believe this man has a child; he acts so innocently. You swear you saw stars in his eyes when you accepted his offer. "Let's discuss more in-depth about payment and schedule, hmm?" "Sounds perfect to me."

You ended up spending two hours with him, chatting not only about your new job but each other's personal lives as well. You learned he's a music producer for a very big entertainment company, he has to be there for long hours due to the number of songs he has to make for many different artists. You learned he went to the same university you're currently attending and he graduated just last year. He gave you pointers on all the best spots to make friends and eat. You told him about how you plan to major in Linguistics and he was ecstatic, being a polyglot himself.

The most notable thing is that of his son, a 3-year-old named Jeongwoo, he says he's very timid but well-mannered and caring. Although there was no mention of Jeongwoo's mother and it seemed like he was purposefully so, you decided not to pry. "What an intriguing man…" It was Saturday, you had two days before you start this job. "Why do I already want to start now?" Laying down, looking at your ceiling, you can't help but let your mind wander. Checking the time, you realize if you want to get everything together by Sunday night, you have to head to bed now. "Goodnight, Yoshi. Please take care of me in the future."

"Daddy, how come I have to eat my salad if you haven't touched any of yours?" "Huh—" Yoshi looks down to realize he's barely eaten. "Oh, you're right, bud. It's not fair. Sorry, daddy will finish all his salad." He stuffs a bite into his mouth. "See, mmm yummy, now you have to as well, ok?" "Ok, daddy!" "Good boy." He couldn't stop thinking about earlier today. A pretty young girl like you wanted to get paid to do boring tasks around his house and just make sure nobody breaks in. You didn't even question too much about him and his son and seemed to be open-minded about it. This was something he surely wasn't used to. He couldn't place what, but it felt like you had bewitched him, all his thoughts were filled with you. It's a little weird because he just met you and you're just some 19-year-old looking to make some easy money. "I really should've gotten out more in college, not like I had much of a choice…" Creak "Daddy, you look sleepy, can we sleep together tonight?" As much as he feels he's missed out, he loves his kid so much. "Sure, buddy, let's clean up dinner first." "Ok!" He watches the little boy scurry with all the plates into the kitchen excitedly. "Be careful, slow down!"

"How come I never get to visit mommy?" Jeongwoo asks his father. Yoshi is a little taken aback. How could he tell his little boy that his mommy left them? "Well, you see, mommy lives very far, and it's not easy for you to visit her." "How far? Does she live all the way across the ocean?" "Yes, all the way across the ocean." "Can't we just take a plane?" "Planes are expensive, bud." "Can we do it once, when I have a holiday?" He adores his son so much, his persistence and curiosity is one of his favorite parts of being a parent. He can't believe that anyone could just leave such an amazing kid behind. "I'll see what we can do, buddy, but I don't know if mommy is going to be willing."

"Why?" His heart pains, he asks himself the same thing, why? He thought they were perfect together and that everything was going to be perfect just the three of them, but she left. "Mommy needs time. She's been through a lot." "Ok…" He can tell his son is no longer as bright as before, and it hurts just as much as he thought. "Hey, don't frown, daddy doesn't like when you frown. How about I sing you a lullaby tonight, hm?" The little boy eagerly nods his head in agreement. Before Yoshi can even finish the song, the little one is off to sleep, and he rests a peck on his forehead.

Your first day of house-sitting was a breath of fresh air after a hard day at school. You had a project in your semantics class. You were partnered up with a boy in your class named Doyoung. He's cool and all, but he talks a LOT, and consequently, not a lot of work got done. The house, thankfully for you, seemed to be in good shape. You went about your duties with care, watering the plants, feeding the fish, and dusting the surfaces. "Well, that was easy. Maybe I should look around the house, and maybe find a bathroom while I'm at it." While exploring, you came across a child's bedroom. There was a tiny kid's doctor's kit, music sheets along with a kid's recorder, and a drawing of the house, a man who you assumed was Yoshi, and a tiny kid you could only assume was Jeongwoo. It brought a little bit of warmth to your heart. You thought it would be nice to tidy up the room a bit, so you put everything in its designated spot and close the door. You could tell Jeongwoo was just as nice as Yoshi had described, and you could tell he cares for his son a lot.

There's another bedroom directly opposite the one you recently exited. It was most definitely Yoshi's. You could smell the subtle scent of a nice clean cologne emanating from the room. You decided it would be best not to enter there without permission. You eventually found the bathroom as well, but afterward, your stomach made an incomprehensible rumble. You ventured into Yoshi's kitchen, finding some basic ingredients for an omelet and toast. After a bit of whisking, chopping, frying, and toasting, you had a simple, wholesome meal ready. You took a bite and started to get out your computer when you suddenly hear the front door unlock.

"Ahhhh, where is it? I swear I left it right here. Oh—" You are confronted with a very disheveled Yoshi. Even then, he still looked as gorgeous as before. His eyes were like the ocean. "Hi, Y/N. Sorry to startle you." "It's fine. It is your house, after all." He has a look of surprise on his face mirrored by your own. "I had forgotten some lyrics I was working on last night." He chuckles, and the vibrations send a tingling feeling throughout your body.

"You didn't happen to see them lying around, did you?" "Uhhh, I don't think so. I'm sorry." "No, no, it's totally okay. I'll find them." A little less frazzled, he finally smells the food you made. "Oh, I made an omelet and toast from some food you had in the fridge. I hope that's okay." "Yeah, that's fine. I'm sorry for interrupting you. You can go back to eating if you want." You can tell he may need some help, but you appreciate him trying to be considerate. "Let me help you out. I finished pretty much all the tasks you gave me, so I can put off eating for a little longer. What did you say those lyrics looked like?" "It’s just a filing folder with lined pieces of paper. They should still be somewhere here in the living room," Yoshi explains, gratefully accepting your offer.

Together, you start searching by the coffee table, flipping through various magazines and yesterday's mail, to no avail. Yoshi checks the nearby shelves and cabinets, his brows furrowing in concentration. You can't help but steal glances at him, the way his hair frames his face, the smell of his perfume hitting your senses every time he slightly passes by. The moment is intimate but not uncomfortable. You both continue to work diligently to find his paper, and for some reason, you have a sense of responsibility for making sure the papers return to their rightful owner.

After about 30 mins of non-stop scouring, Yoshi lets out a small sigh of frustration, running a hand through his hair. "I could've sworn I left them here." You glance around the living room one last time when your eyes land on a small stack of papers slid underneath the couch. You reach for them, pulling them out. "Are these the ones you're looking for?" Yoshi turns to look at you, a sparkle flickers in his sweet eyes. He quickly moves over, taking the papers from your hands and flips through them, "Yes, these are it! Thank you, Y/N." “I'm glad I could help, Yoshi." You felt almost like you were more relieved than he was. But it didn’t matter all that mattered has the smile radiating from his face. He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, seriously. If you weren’t here who knows how long it would’ve took. My boss isn’t the most patient to say the least." “Oh trust me I know how that feels.” At that, you both laugh, the tension from before completely dissipated. It's a nice moment, one that makes you look forward to continuing to house sit for Yoshi.

Yoshi, having found the missing lyrics, quickly gathered his things, thanking you once again before hurrying out the door. Left alone in the quiet house, you turned back to your half-eaten omelet, the cool air making it lukewarm. It wasn’t too bad thought so you finished your meal, finding comfort in the cozy home. After cleaning up your mess you pulled out your laptop and opened up the project you had been working on with Doyoung. Working through the project was a challenge, primarily due to the fact you had to work through what pieces of information he told you were actually relevant. You check through the little notes you guys actually got down and come up with an actually solid thesis.

After a few texts back and forth you and Doyoung managed to make significant progress, feeling a sense of accomplishment as she you finally closed your laptop. In that moment the sun was starting to set, you did one last look around the house, making sure that everything looked just as intended. As you locked the front door behind you, you found yourself looking back on the day of house-sitting. Anticipating what the week would look like. The walk back was refreshing albeit a little lonesome, you didn’t know why, but you suspect it was because of him.

The first week of the job was full of getting accustomed to the new environment. The house, despite its larger size, had a warm feeling that made you easily unwind. You found yourself settling into a comfortable routine, taking care of the house and its inhabitants (fish included) with vigor. Yoshi, despite being absorbed with his work, made sure to check in with you throughout the week. He’d call or text asking if you needed anything and if you were feeling comfortable.

One day, when you mentioned that you had forgotten to bring lunch, he knew the fridge was empty so he surprised you by dropping of some food from the grocery store right quick. “Oh Yoshi you didn’t have too, I could’ve gotten something delivered right quick.” “It’s ok I was on my lunch break as well anyways.” It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about his thoughtful nature. There were other little gestures throughout the week as well. But the most memorable was when you came in on Friday with a note left on the fridge, 'Thank you for everything Y/N, have a nice weekend ;)' written in Yoshi's neat handwriting. The small gestures also made your heart flutter, you found that you had to remind yourself that he is probably this nice to everyone. That didn’t stop your mind from being filled with constant thought of him.

“I mean you never know until you shoot your shot.”, Doyoung brazenly comments. "You play too much Dobby. He's just being nice, plus he's my boss," you get really defensive, however you’re not able to hide the blush creeping up to your cheeks. "And besides, he has a kid! I don’t know if he’s looking for that all, especially not from me." "Hey, all I'm saying is that the option is clearly available. And you can’t assume his feelings, positive or negative.” He smirks before taking another sip of his boba and continuing to work on your shared project. "Whatever Doyoung..." You roll your eyes at him, your voice trailing off.

Despite what you said, you can't help but acknowledge some truth in his words. Could there be a chance that your feelings for Yoshi weren't unrequited? You haven’t known him long but your thoughts were consumed by the image of him, even when you weren't at his house. His smile, his voice, his scent - they were all you hand on your mind these past few days. You shake your head, trying to clear those thoughts for now. "Doyoung, let's just focus on our project." He raises his brow at the comment but nods, turning his attention back to the work at hand. You try to do the same, but your mind keeps wandering back to Yoshi and the strange, yet warm, feelings that have started to bloom in your heart.

Every corner of Yoshi's house seems to leave an imprint of him. His music sheets scattered scross the coffee table, the doodles of him and Jeongwoo with little captions left on the fridge, the sandwiches left in the fridge for you in case you got hungry. You've gotten adjusted to his routine as well. You know when he gets off for lunch, what days he gets off early, his favorite snacks, and even his favorite songs and TV shows. He's your employer, but he treats you more as a friend, throughout the past few weeks you’ve been working for him you can’t help but feel like you’re relationship is a little more special than that of employer and employee. You can't help but wonder if this is how it always is for him, or if there's something more behind it. “Hey Y/N I have a favor to ask.” “Yeah sure Yoshi what is it?” It’s been about a month now you’ve started to eat dinner with Yoshi when he gets off early, tonight you decided on some chicken katsu, Yoshi was feeling a little homesick. “I was wondering if you’d like to meet Jeongwoo and if that goes well baby sit him this weekend? You’d get paid extra of course…”

Your eyes light up, “Really? I’d love to meet Jeongwoo!” He laughs, that laugh you have come to adore, “Yeah, my parents wanted to go on a day trip but I’m still going to have work that day so I’d need you to watch him till I get home.” “Sounds great to me!” You guys decided on which day this weekend you were going to plan to have you and Jeongwoo meet as well as what would be expected when you watch him the day Yoshi’s gone of course. You couldn’t believe it that Yoshi felt like he could trust you with something as important as this. Jeongwoo was his everything you could tell just from the way he spoke about his little one.

“Dude if you don’t ask him out already,” Doyoung wastes no time. After that project at the beginning of the semester the two of you quickly became best friends. “Oh my god bruh, shut up. Although…” “See I told you, you need to just start openly flirting and see how he reacts at this point because I don’t know anyone else who regularly eats dinner with their boss who also now wants them to meet his kid.” Doyoung has gotten more persistent in telling you to ask Yoshi out. “I just don’t know Dobby what if he doesn’t see me that way. Ugh, I don’t think I could handle that right now.” You were never this bad with rejection in the past but with Yoshi it’s different he’s perfect, he’s your shooting star. “If you wanna keep suffering from one-sided love that’s on you, I’ve already told you what I think. Now can we please finish looking over this textbook section I’m not tryna bomb this test tomorrow.” You sigh and agree, even when your friend ends up falling asleep on call you circle back on his advice. He’s right you’ll never know unless you try, and you decide you’re goal is after baby sitting Jeongwoo to ask him out.

You were back to the beginning standing on Yoshi’s doorstep prepping yourself to push the doorbell, this time you heart raced with more anticipation than before. Having spent the past month and a half house-sitting for Yoshi was nothing when you consider that you were meeti g your boss’, you have a crush on, kid. “Hi Y/n, Jeongwoo is in the living room right now playing come on in!”As you walk into the familiar room you find Jeongwoo playing with his toys just as Yoshi said he was, he had a big toothy grin on his face and innocence in his eyes. “Hey buddy I got someone I want you to meet.” His gaze drawn to his fathers voice. He gets up hiding behind his dads leg as he studies your expression. “Jeongwoo this is Y/N she’s daddy’s friend. Introduce yourself.” He’s reluctant, “Hello Y/n I’m Jeongwoo.” you chuckled softly, he was so cute and resembled his father a lot. "Nice to meet you Jeongwoo. Is it ok if I play with you?” Jeongwoo looks to his dad for approval, once Yoshi gives an affirming nod, his smile slowly started to return, “Ok!” And you follow the little boy to sit down and play with the doctors kit you had put away many times before.

As Yoshi observed your interactions with Jeongwoo, he felt a storm of emotions. Watching you playing with his precious little one, seeing the genuine care and warmth in you had for him, Yoshi felt his heart twist and turn. Yoshi found himself lost in thought, reflecting on thesmall time you had spent together but noting just how comfortable and natural it felt. "Dad, look at this!" Jeongwoo's excited voice brought Yoshi back to the present, to show him a drawing you had help him make. “This is lovely bud, I’m gonna hang up right here ok?” “Ok, and Y/n helped so you should thank her too.” The look in his eyes being filled with sincerity, ”Thank you Y/N””Anytime Yoshi.” In that moment it became abundantly clear to Yoshi that his feelings for you were stronger than friendship or gratitude. He was in love with you.

Your first meeting with Jeongwoo was successful and you were set to babysit him this Thursday. And with Yoshi’s realization he was growing even more anxious. The last time he let someone into his life, the last time he loved someone, they left. Without a traces Jeongwoo’s mom left him, with only a note saying, “I’m sorry Yoshi. This is goodbye, take care of Jeongwoo for me. -XXX” What if you did the same, Jeongwoo wasn’t old enough to be affected when his mom lleft but if you left now… He hoped you wouldn’t, you were the best thing that’s happened to him a long a time. And Jeongwoo already loves you just as much as he did. “Please don’t leave me…” Is the last thing he mumbles softly, before drifting off to sleep.

Today is the long awaited day, arriving at Yoshi’s house around your usual time you enter. Before the boys get home you decided to clean up a bit, not neglecting the duties you were originally hired for, and as you finish up you hear a tiny footsteps from the front door. “Jeongwoo take of your shoes please before you—” “Y/N!” Before you have time to react the tiny boy has already jumped into your arms. “Jeongwoo~, ahh you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.” “REALLY?” You try to respond right away but he sounded exactly like his dad on that first day you teo met and it instantly melted your heart. “Yes bubba! Now lets go take off your shoes and get ready to say bye-bye to your dad ok?” While directing him back to the front door you and Yoshi exchange a glance.

It was a glance of passion, of admiration, of love? You didn’t have to much time to think about it before Yoshi had to get going, ‘I should be back by around 7, have fun you two.” “Ok we will, Jeongwoo say bye.” “Bye Daddy~” They exchanged a embrace with kiss on the cheek and before you knew it he was gone. You and Jeongwoo started off with homework (which in pre k is addition, abc’s, and maybe some coloring sheets) which you knocked out quickly. After that you guys play for a while, you pretended to be his patient, “Oh no Dr. Jeongwoo will I be ok?” “Yes, it’s just a broken leg you’ll feel better soon. Your medicine is a cast and a nice big hug!” “Thank you so much Doctor.” Before you knew it it was dinnertime, hanging out with Jeongwoo has been so much fun that you didn’t even realize it was almost 7:30.

“Hey bubba I don’t know why your dad is late but I think it’s time to get ready for bed.” “Awww…” He gives you the cutest little pout just like Yoshi when you tell him you have to go. “I know but we can play more tomorrow if you really want to ok?” He nods. You then get him ready for bed and he goes to sleep without issues, but not it’s almost 8 and you’re really worried about Yoshi. Why is he late, did he get stuck in traffic, is he safe, did something happen at work? Until the front door opens in coming a very tired Yoshi. “Sorry I’m late there was a really bad accident on the freeway. How did everything go.” You didn’t care if it seemed inappropriate in that moment you were overcome with relief.

You hugged him a tight one at that, “I was so worried.” He doesn’t know how to react, you were worried about him? He accepts the hug, “I’m Sorry, next time I’ll tell you when something like that happens, I promise.” You step back allowing yourself to get a good view of his face and him of yours. Something is different tonight you can feel it. “Hey, do you wanna drink a beer with me? I’m assuming you put Jeongwoo to bed and are a little tired?” You chuckle at his suggestion as his cheeks turn slightly rosy. After cracking open the case of beers you guys sit and talk, Yoshi brings up that Jeongwoo likes you. “He couldn’t stop talking about you—” “Oh really?” “Yeah… and neither could I.” This time when your eyes meet you both see each other feelings very clearly now. “I can’t stop thinking about you, I need you, I wan’t you, shit I think…I love you.”

In seconds your lips are crashed together, his hands navigating towards your waist as you both sink into the couch, “I need you so badly.” “Me too,” you gasp during the fight between your tongues. Your lips swollen mouth going numb from the intensity, “Are you sure you want this?” Yoshi asks breaking the two of you apart, “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now Yoshi.” A low groan echoed from his lips, he quickly removes his shirt and helps you rid of yours. After, immediately reconnecting your wet lips together, teeth and lips and tongues clashing against one another as the space between you continued to decrease. He starts to trail down your neck, leaving small kisses scattered across your plush skin. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured against your chest, nipping lightly at your skin and leaving fluttering kisses across your torso. “So, beautiful baby.”

You are startled when his skillful hands undo the clasp of your bra, hastily tossing it to the side. His touch on your skin felt like burning bruises. You were melting at his touch and his scent overwhelmed your senses. “Yoshi,” you whimpered, clinging to him like he was going to ruin away, “I need you…now.” “Yeah?” He started to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your legs and throwing them with the rest of your clothes. His followed soon after. He teased you pulling at the hem of your underwear. “Love, do you really want this?”, he asks a final time before continuing. You nod, “As cute as your facial expressions are, I need words babe.” It’s a little late to be embarrassed now isn’t it, “Yes. Yoshinori please make love to me.” He smirked at you, that’s all he needed to hear. He quickly dealt with your underwear and proceeded to settle in between your legs. Letting them fall naturally over his shoulders. “I think that’s something I can definitely do.”

He kissed up your thighs, biting gently and leaving faint marks over the bare skin. You shuddered with every pressed kiss. The one on your clit giving you an instant of pleasure and relief where you needed him most. “You ready baby?” That melodic voice and glowing eyes you fell in love with looking for your approval once again yet this this time filled with lust. You were tired of holding back. You nod giving him the go ahead and he waste no time burying his face between your legs, licking a slow stripe over your entrance, “You smell and taste so good baby. You’re so perfect love.”

You could only hum in response, the way his tongue and his lips felt against your body had your mind running laps. Threading your fingers through his hair and pushed his face harder against you, he couldn’t help but letting his groans reverberate off you. Your orgasm was climbing up faster than you anticipated. You hadn’t had sex in a while so you knew it was gonna feel good but not this good. “Wait, Yo-Yoshi,” you managed to moan out, pushing his face away from you. He looked up at you, your arousal dripping from his chin. Did he do something wrong? Did you change your mind? “I need you inside…I wanna cum with you…”

He chuckles with a grin forming on his face once again leaning in to give you another passionate sloppy kiss. “Let me see…” He goes over checking in the TV stand for some condoms to no avail. “Shit…Love i’m sorry I—” You grab his arm and face him towards you, shutting him up with a kiss before speaking again, “Im clean and on the pill. I wanted you raw anyways baby.” Hearing how badly you wanted him as much as he wanted you put him at ease. He finally releases his dick from his boxers painfully hard and covered in pre cum. “Are you ready?” He asked softly lining up with your entrance, caressing your hair out of your faces gently. That look of care as if you were going to break with his touch. “I’m so ready.”

You squeezed his shoulders and gasped softly, trying not to make too much noise as he slowly bottomed out. It’s unlikely you’ll wake Jeongwoo considering he’s all the way upstairs but it’s better to be safe than sorry. He lets out a disheveled moan into your ears, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises in the morning. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Yoshi groaned quietly, his breathing heavy as he let’s you adjust to his size. “Move. Please…” you finally whimper, “Please… I need you.” His pace was slow to start, thrusting fully in and out of you making sure to feel every inch of you. Your lips locked together as to hide the lewd noises that threatened to escape at any moment. God you were so beautiful all he could do was whisper sweet nothings to you.

“I really love you, Y/N,” he moaned, “I don’t know the last time I loved someone as much as you.” “I love you too. So much,” you whined out, coming closer to your climax your vision became less and less focused, “Yoshi—Baby—I’m so close right there—mmm” Watching how good you felt and feeling how well you were milking him all he could do was agree. “Me too, baby, cum with me.” You nodded quickly, whines escape your lips from the overwhelming passion in your core. His pace started to stagger, “Fuck, I’m coming, baby.” Circling your clit the two of you came together. He held you closer to him as he released into you. You’re both out of breath, “Y/n…” suddenly his eyes are back to the Yoshi you know. “Yeah baby?”, looking at him you can’t help but fall in love all over again. “Please don’t leave me…I don’t know what I would do, what Jeongwoo would do if you left us now. Just stay with me ok, not just tonight but every night please?” “Oh Yoshi, how could I ever leave you.” You give him a quick peck on his sweaty forehead before reassuring him that you love him.

You end up laying there for a while before you both get up to do aftercare and cuddle in bed. You weren’t sure how things turned out this way exactly, or how you would explain it in the future but that didn’t matter to you right now. All you needed in that moment was each other and that was enough.

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[adaptacy]

Hello! I absolutely adore your Leland and Johnny fics (they keep their respective tags afloat imo). I was wondering if you could do a Leland McKinney x Reader (gn or fem preferably) where the two meet at one of his wrestling meets. Maybe the reader is working for the yearbook at a different school and takes pictures during each match. I don't have much to this other than that. Or, maybe you could even do a Leland McKinney x Sawyer!Reader. Reader takes a liking to Leland and keeps him alive while the others are being hunted by the rest of the family. That, or Reader has been dating Leland and brings them down to the Sawyer house, get the reactions or something. (I have even less ideas on this little blurb cause I came up with it while writing the other idea).

Hii! I love lov lov lov writing for leland so any fluff i will absolutely pump out <3

hes such a pretty boy disclaimer: im not a sports girlie i was a theatre girlie so i have no clue how wrestling works LMAO

(GN)reader kinda got the rizz ngl

Highschool!Leland but all characters depicted are 18+!

Holding up the camera to your eye, you squinted, kneeling down as a brunette rolled off of his back, tangled up with a slightly smaller blonde, sweat building on both of their bodies despite the gymnasium being well-conditioned. You snapped a picture, and the brunette glanced in your direction to shoot a cheesy grin, but his moment of cockiness resulted in the blonde beneath him rolling him back onto his back.

"One... two... three!" The coach called, and a sharp whistle rang in your ears.

You stepped back, watching as the two boys on the mat panted, and the blonde released the brunette and stood up. The brunette frowned, but eased up and pulled himself to his feet as well, dusting himself off and wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

"Take five, you guys go get some water. Next rounds will start soon," the coach directed, and both teams nodded, returning to their huddles as they discussed the outcome of the rounds so far. The school you were visiting was currently in the lead, but your school had been steadily catching up.

Truth be told, you were beginning to believe the just-beaten brunette was unbeatable, he'd been doing spectacularly so far, but it seems his confidence was getting to him. Not that you were all that into sports, but you were responsible for taking and putting the photos into context for the yearbook, so you tried your best to pay attention to what exactly was going on.

For the time being, though, you needed to get a second roll of film, as you were running out. You'd left your things out in the hallway, so you turned, letting your camera go slack against your chest from the band it hung from, and headed out of the gym.

"Gonna go, uh- get some water, I'll be right back," you heard a boy say, and it wasn't long before there was a familiar face by your side as you pushed open the gymnasium doors.

"You lost your streak," you remarked, and the brunette wore a small, almost hurt smile, giving a scoff.

"You were distracting," he replied, following you to where your bag sat on a small bench. "You don't go here, do you?"

"No, I don't, I'm visiting with the team. Yearbook duty. How'd you guess?" You chuckled, picking up your camera and fidgeting with it until you opened a slot for the film.

"Definitely would've remembered your face if you did go here. Guess that means we're rivals, huh?" He smirked, reaching out a hand. "Leland."

You looked at his hand and reached forward, shaking it before returning your attention to your camera. "Don't group me in with the guys in tights. I'm not your rival, just a spectator," you laughed softly, inserting the new roll of film into your camera.

"Awh, but rivals is so much more interesting than strangers," he responded, soon motioning towards your cameras. "Did you get some good angles?"

"Of you, or of the matches?"

"Both."

"You're hard to get bad angles of, so, I'd say so. I sure hope I got some good angles of the matches," you flirted, and Leland gained a small blush over his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck. "You gonna go get your water, or did you step out just to get me alone?"

"To get you alone," he confessed, shrugging. "You're cute. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about wrestling," he offered, and then when you blushed, he realized how that could be interpreted, and he immediately waved his hands and laughed nervously, shaking his head. "Not- not like that, I mean, unless- No, sorry, not in that way, I just meant-"

"It's alright, I know what you meant," you giggled, dropping your camera against your torso again. "I could use the help. Gotta write captions for the pictures, after all. Plus..." You glanced him up and down, a small smirk forming. "I wouldn't be complaining if I got some more in-depth tutoring done."

Leland smiled, and then his eyes widened, and he laughed nervously again, biting the inside of his cheek. "Sure, I can... definitely make that work. Wouldn't mind helping you out, even if you are a rival," he teased. You could hear a whistle from inside the gymnasium, and both of you glanced over.

"I'll give you my number after the matches, yeah? Don't want you getting too distracted," you chuckled, and Leland rolled his eyes, pushing open the gymnasium doors.

"Little late for that, sweetheart. You just keep takin' those pictures. I'll win for you, yeah?" He smiled, and you gave a small smile.

"Yeah, right. We'll see about that. Get in there, tiger."

He shot you a wink before turning and heading back over to where both teams and the coach were waiting for him, and he offered a half-genuine apology. You chuckled to yourself, finishing up your film change before heading back inside to keep taking pictures.

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

What if the reader has been bugging Craig to trim his facial hair and he finally says that if she wants it done, she has to do it. So they go into the bathroom and she makes him sit down so she can reach his face (activate size kink). She straddles his lap to trim his beard and when she's done he ends up playfully picking her up and manhandling her into the shower (no points for guessing where I got that from 😏).

Viking

Summary: That monstrosity of a beard has to go!!

Pairing: Craig Cody x fem!Reader

Word Count: -1.7k

Content Warnings: Domestic Smut 18+!, Mentions Of Covid-Lockdowns (Ugh..), Pet Names, Sloppy Shower Sex, Unprotected P In V, Creampie

A/N: This request has been collecting dust in my inbox for over a year now… Gemma, I’m so so so sorry but still: SURPRISE!!! (Please no one talk to me about Ben’s current short haircut, okay?! I’m still in active denial about it…)

I'm low-key embarrassed to post this bcs I'm so terribly rusty crusty in writing Craig...

Tagging:

@hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog @ysmmsy

Out of the corner of your eye, you shot Craig next to you a glance. Both of you were busy brushing your teeth and the only sound present was the scrubbing of plastic bristles between your jaws.

“What?” He huffed, pausing in his movement for a moment whilst meeting your assessing gaze.

“Your beard.” You stated bluntly, pulling the toothbrush from your mouth, ready to spit the amalgamation of liquified toothpaste and saliva into the sink below.

“What’s with that?” His eyebrows knit together in a slight wave of confusion as he watched you emptying your mouth before flushing it with a cap of mouthwash right after.

“It’s…uhm, it’s kinda grown a bit, don’t you think?” You turned your head to look at him again, dollops of frothed-up, minty toothpaste splattered all throughout that hairy monstrosity covering the lower half of his face.

“And?” Craig pushed, still not really getting the notion of what you were on about.

“It looks dirty…it’s giving a little homeless, Craig.” A grin formed around your lips as you watched his facial expression render into a small pout.

Following you, he cleared his mouth from the toothpaste and placed the brush back into a cup, where it awaited its next use right next to yours.

“Just a little homeless, yeah?” Craig playfully nudged your side with his elbow.

“No actually, it’s giving full-on caveman style… Viking wildman unkempt.” It fell from your mouth in a chuckle although you meant every word of it.

“Uh-huh..”, He gathered some water from the faucet in the curved palm of his broad hand to wash the leftover toothpaste residue out of his beard, “And you are so incredibly bothered by that, yeah? Am I getting that right?”

With a soft smile ghosting over his lips, Craig cocked an eyebrow at you whilst still leaning over the sink, droplets of water cascading through the scruffy mess of chestnut-brown facial hair.

“Yes, in fact, you are getting that right.” You stated, reciprocating that little pout and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Well, if you feel so unspeakably distressed by the pure manliness in my face you better be the one to trim it because I, for sure, won’t.” He shut the faucet off, throwing you a teasing glance.

“Be my guest, Craig!”, He didn’t need to hand you that invitation twice, “Let me grab them scissors while you sit down right here.”

You pointed your head toward the wide edge of the bathtub behind you before you leaned down to fish for a pair of barber-grade scissors from the drawer below the sink. On occasion, you used them to cut your own hair, a little thing you’d taught yourself during the seemingly endless lockdowns not so long ago.

“Okay, okay, Miss Beard-Police.” In an amicable mocking manner, Craig threw his hands up a little whilst walking past you to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub. 

Even in a sitting posture, Craig was tall. Stupidly tall as you liked to call it at times. His broad shoulders easily cupped your frame when he hugged you and getting on your toes for a kiss barely helped. 

“Don’t be such a pussy about it, Craig, it just needs a good trim and some shape to it. It’s not like I wanna cut it all off.” You stated in a gentle chuckle, your brows furrowing at the thought of where to start with this eyesore.

“I’m not a pussy about it.”, He taunted you playfully, “May I remind you that you never, not once complained about this piece of art in my face when you sat on it, huh?”

“Uh…hearsay! Dismissed!” You shot right back, leaning in to twirl the chin section of his beard together to separate it from the rest.

“Pfft, dismissed…” Craig scoffed in amusement, rolling his eyes a little as he watched you doing your work. 

As soon as the middle part was sectioned off, you trimmed the outer sides first for a good few parts, cut-off bristles raining down all over his chest and collarbone. 

“Oh no…that feels like a lot..” He sighed play-pretend melodramatically, letting his shoulders hang loose.

“You sound like me at the hairdresser’s…pussy.” It rolled over your tongue in a quiet cackle.

“Daring today are we, hm?” Craig arched his brows at you whilst you straightened the middle part out again to match it in its length and form, acknowledging how much he treasured that grown-out goatee situation.

“Oh, are we feeling a lil’ triggered by your woman being in the right here, huh?” You pushed it further, administering some final snips to bring the whole thing together.

“There we go. All done and presentable again.” Satisfied with your work, you took a step back and placed the scissors on the sink.

With an uncertain expression on his face, Craig got up from the edge of the bathtub to take a look at himself in the mirror. For a moment, he studied his face, taking in the freshly cut and finely shaped form of his beard.

“It’s…hmhmm, it’s not too bad.” He concluded after a moment, turning his head towards you again. 

“See?” You nodded in agreement.

“But now…”, Craig started out before taking a wide step towards you to simply pick you from the tiles underneath your bare feet, “I got all those flimsy, cut-off hairs on me and that calls for a shower now, no?”

A halfway laughed-out shriek fell from your lips as you recognized his buff arms raising you off the floor, heaving you right into the tub before he stepped in himself. 

“Come here..” He pulled you right under the showerhead with him, opening up the faucet for a stream of comfortably cool water to wash over your bodies. 

Although the days neared the end of summer, the humid Californian heat was still rather unbearable hence the cold wetness running over your skin came as a welcome refreshment. You sighed out in relief before you felt Craig’s lips latching onto yours in a hungry kiss.

With eyes closed, you reciprocated it, allowing him to pull you even closer into his tall statue.

“Was kinda hard to sit still with you all naked in front of me, babe..” He groaned into your mouth, his hands wandering down your back to trace the curve of your behind with his fingertips.

“Oh, poor boy…” You chuckled back, a quiet moan escaping from your lips as you felt his palms cupping your ass. 

“It’s time for payback, hun.” Craig warned you before he tightened his grasp around your thighs, hoisting your legs up to wrap around his waist like it was nothing.

“Is that so?” You aimed to mock him a little, but instead, you nearly choked on your own words as Craig rocked his waist into your lap, letting you sink down on his hard-on inch by inch. 

“Fuck…” You mewled out, hiding your face in his chest whilst your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails drilling into his skin.

You felt Craig’s cock drilling into you slowly, spreading you open to accommodate his size until he was filling you all up to the brim. No matter how many times you’d already experienced this sensation, it still sent a shiver of goosebumps all over your body. 

“Not so bratty anymore now, huh?” Craig groaned, his lips brushing over your forehead before he started thrusting into you under the stream of water.

“J-just because I called you out as a pussy?” You murmured into the skin of his chest, trying to catch the breaths that he was set on knocking out of your lungs. 

“Yeah..”, He huffed back, rolling his hips against your crotch in a firm pace, “Exactly because of that, missy.” 

Your brain rattled, the gears inside turning, trying to come up with some sort of snarky remark but every stroke of his girth against your insides rendered you plain dumb on his cock, leaving you to whine and mewl into the curve of his neck. You sensed your brain converting into a big pile of fucked-out mush and you didn’t resist. With all your senses trained inwards to savor every thrust of his, you felt that tell-tale coil in your lower abdomen tightening up, getting ready to simply snap with the next, well-angled roll of his hips against yours.

“Oh, so needy all of a sudden…” Craig cooed into the crown of your head, still holding you close to his body whilst feeling your cunt clenching down around his cock in irregular contractions indicating your rapidly approaching orgasm. 

“Hmhm…” You haphazardly managed to moan out as your whole body turned rigid, your legs clasping around his hips as the first waves of your climax rippled through your system.

Nerve endings set ablaze, the sensation went straight to your brain, leaving it short-circuiting for a blissful split second and wiping every leftover thought from your mind. For all you knew, Craig fucked you right through your climax, your contracting and pulsing cunt pulling him in deeper until he spilled his load deep inside of you with one last deep rut into you.

“Goddamnit, fuck…” It rolled over his tongue in a guttural groan drawn right from the depths of his lungs before he pulled out of you, placing your shaky legs back into the tub as gently as his trembling arms allowed him to.

The mixture of your own arousal, his cum and the water from the shower head above trickled down between your thighs in a tacky avalanche only to vanish down the drain seconds later.

Whilst taking a few, much-needed deep breaths, you looked at each other with a stupidly wide grin smiling.

“Maybe…”; Craig muttered through the wash of water, “Maybe I should let you cut my beard more often.”

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[alloftheimagines]

eddie munson | dancing in the kitchen

masterlist | tag list | ko-fi

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+

brief/implied smut mostly, brief mention of weed and cigarettes, suggestion of eddie's rough family and work life, but mostly just fluff this time

prompts: heyy can you do a imagine of eddie x fem! reader where she surprises eddie with a home cooked meal and he gets chocked up bc he has hadn’t had home cooked meal in a very long time and he ends up loving the food. thanks :)❤️

"we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light." - w/Eddie pls and ty <3

tags: @whiskeypowder @lil-stark @cultofmunson86

Eddie is certain he’s walked into a parallel universe when he steps into his trailer. Instead of the smell of weed, tobacco, and his uncle’s aftershave, he’s greeted by the aroma of rich, buttery garlic and roasted chicken — and beneath that, your favourite candle scent: apple cinnamon. 

Frowning, he shucks off his jacket and throws it on the couch before following the sounds of clattering pots and gentle hums. “Babe?” 

You’re so lost in your own head that you don’t hear him, and he leans against the door jamb of the kitchen, lips tugging with a smile as he watches you pace and stir and mutter to yourself, turning the pages of a recipe book that already looks to be dusted with grated cheese. And god, Eddie is so in love with you he forgets how to breathe. It’s been a rough day — every day is since he finally graduated only to get a full-time, dead-end job at the local grocery store. His feet ache, ears still burn from fucking up a customer’s change when the cash register stopped working.

He needed this. Needed you. But he never expected that, when he gave you his spare key, he'd come home to you flitting around his kitchen, making dinner like… well, like you’re his wife. It leaves a warm knot in his stomach. One he doesn’t want to untie any time soon. You make it all easier. Make it worth it. One day, I’ll save enough to get us our own place, he told you. It’s why he works a job he hates. Why he’s still trying at all. 

Since you haven’t noticed his presence, he fights a grin and sneaks up behind you while you check on a boiling pot of pasta. He snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you gasp and snap your head toward him.

“You made me jump.” You cast him a heatless scowl and then return to the pots on the stove. Next to the boiling spaghetti is a creamy concoction with pieces of chicken and herbs, and a plate of more grated cheese than any two people need sits on the counter next to it. 

“Watcha doing?” Eddie asks despite already having guessed the answer. But this is foreign to him. The two of you have been living off grilled cheese, microwave meals, and takeouts when you stay at one another’s place. He didn’t even know you could cook.

“Cooking." You relax into him, moulding your body to his like you’re one being. 

He rolls his eyes and presses his smile to your neck, making you squirm just the way he likes. He kisses the top of your spine just so you do it again. “My girl’s funny, huh? Why are you cooking?”

You shrug. “We’re adults now. This is what adults do, right? Besides, I realised that I never made dinner for you before.”

“I didn’t know you could,” he admits, finally prising himself away only to lean on the counter. The steam rising from the stove heats his face, mouth watering and stomach grumbling with hunger. 

“I’m not exactly a natural, but I can follow my mom’s old recipes pretty well.” Finally, you leave a peck on the tip of his nose before turning down the heat on the stove. “How was work?”

His face scrunches as you brush his hair off his shoulder. “Sucked. It always sucks.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie,” you whisper sadly, and he hates it, because he knows that though he does this for you, you hate him being miserable just as much as he does.

So he shrugs it off and nabs a piece of cheese. “Everyone hates their job, right? Besides… I get to come home to you. That makes it worth it. You really didn’t have to do all this though.”

“I know. I just wanted to do something special for you.”

“Oh, shit.” His eyes widen, and he’s certain he’s forgotten something. His birthday? Yours? An anniversary? “Why?”

You put your hands on your hips. “Why?”

“I mean, why tonight?” he amends quickly, carefully. He’s certain there’s nothing special about today, but he isn’t exactly known to have a great memory. 

“Because I love you,” you reply simply. “That’s why. Now go take a seat. It’s almost done.”

“You don’t love me every night?” he challenges with a raised brow, causing you to roll your eyes and shoo him away with a tea towel. 

“Go.”

So he does, finding the rarely-used dining table laid out with placemats and candles, the lights turned off. He feels lost in his own trailer for a moment as he glances around. You really pulled out all the stops, and he still can’t comprehend it. Not until you appear in the doorway carrying two plates piled high with pasta, chicken, and sauce. You bring in another plate of garlic bread and he just stands there, unsure what to do, unsure what this is. 

“Are you going to sit or are you going to stare at the dinner table all night?” you tease. 

“No, of course…” Eddie scratches his head and sits, and you do the same. Picking up his knife and fork, he twirls the spaghetti around the silverware as though he’s never seen it before — which probably is true. Pizza doesn’t usually require cutlery. After offering you a quizzical look, which you return with a raised brow, he digs in — and completely, utterly melts. A groan falls from him. “Holy shit.”

“Good?” you ask, eyes sparkling with nothing but hope and pride. You deserve every minute of it. Eddie’s mouth is watering, stomach warming. He’s never tasted anything this good, this fresh, this full of flavour. 

He spears another heap of pasta and gulfs it down. “Tastes like heaven.” 

The words are muffled by the food, making you giggle as you taste it yourself. “I’m glad you like it.”

Eddie swallows slowly, dabbing the corner of his dimpled mouth and then his chin. Something wells deep in his chest, and it takes him a moment as he looks down at his plate to realise what it is. 

Nobody has ever made him a real home-cooked meal before. Back when his dad was around, he survived on tinned shit — if he was fed at all. His uncle tries, but he works long days and Eddie usually ends up reheating leftovers on his own. Nobody has ever gone through the effort of making him a home-cooked meal. Nobody has ever sat down at the table with him to share it. 

You notice his watery eyes and tip your head, concern softening your features. “Everything okay, love? It’s okay if you don’t like it.” You let out a small laugh, pushing your plate away. “I told you I’m not that great. I just thought—”

He catches your hand across the table quickly. “No, hey. It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.” He clears his throat, begging the tears not to come. He can’t cry over a damn plate of pasta. That's totally not metal. “No one has ever done this for me before, you know that? Nobody’s ever cooked me anything.” 

“Eddie…” you whisper as understanding dawns. You shuffle across the table to be closer to him, and he squeezes your thigh gently, lovingly. 

“‘S been a rough day,” he murmurs, twirling a ringed finger through your hair distractedly. “But you always know how to make it better. This is perfect. You’re perfect. You make this place feel like a real home.”

You cup his jaw, peppering kisses along his stubbly chin and tired eyes. “Always. I’m always here.”

His lips linger on your forehead for a moment before he shakes his head, unable to believe how he got so lucky. Then, he goes back to his dinner, savouring every cheesy, creamy bite. He tells you about his day: the old lady who comes in every day for eggs and milk, the kids who are always skipping school and try to use their fake IDs to buy beer, the hellish manager who loves to yell. You laugh and nod and listen, and then you tell him about your own day, and it’s so damn easy and so damn right. 

When you go into the kitchen to prepare dessert, he turns on his uncle’s old record player, glad, for once, that his music taste is much calmer than the rock Eddie prefers. A soft love song is scratched out from the needle, and Eddie doesn’t want to wait for you to come back. He wants to be with you. Wants to dance with you because it’s not something you’ve ever done before, and tonight is a night of firsts. 

So before you can bring in the pecan pie, he grabs your hand and twirls you under his arm, tugging a laugh right from your belly. “What are you doing?” you ask as you collide with his hard chest. 

“Dancing with the person I love,” Eddie whispers, swaying as he laces his fingers through yours. His other hand falls to your waist. 

Your cheeks puff with the force of your smile. “If I’d known a home-cooked meal was all it took, I would have done this a long time ago.”

He smirks, pressing his forehead to yours as he hums the ballad under his breath. “You’ve been hiding all this talent from me. You have some catching up to do.”

“Well, I thought you just really liked frozen pizza,” you tease, looping your hands around his neck to be closer. 

He snorts and kisses you gently, tongue running across the seam of your lips, where he still tastes butter and spice. “You’ve ruined it for me now, baby.”

Your mouth parts, allowing him access, and your thighs slowly follow so he can lift you up. He takes you straight to the counter, and you quickly shove away the plates and pans to make room as his hands search your body.

His fingers tighten on your sensitive hips as he murmurs, “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”

You rake your fingers through his hair carefully, gaze never leaving his face. “I love you, Eddie. So much.”

It’s all he needs to hear. He ravishes you there on that counter, as slowly as the first time and just as desperate, because he has to cherish every moment of you. Every piece. Dessert is forgotten. It’s you, him, and the music floating in from the dining room, which does little to cover your mingling moans. 

“Fuck, baby. I love you,” he whispers over and over until the very last moment, when the world stills and he pulses inside of you. “I love you.”

You think there’ll be plenty more home-cooked meals in your future.

#eddie #imagines #request an imagine #multifandom imagines #fandom imagines #imagines masterlist #x reader imagines #masterlist #multi fandom imagines #x reader #multifandom #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #joesph quinn #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson ff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #strangerthings #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you

[silurisanguine]

Sunday Snippet

As it's new years i wont tag anyone, but if you see this and want to post something, feel free!! This is a first draft idea for a future chapter of Recollections of a past life-

The Emmisary turned to watch as Seren took the final artifacts off the Hunter's corpse, seeing it vanish into cosmic dust. Peace finally returned to the buried temple once more. “I know we aren't from the same universe. But it kinda feels like old times.” “Old times huh….yeah. It has been good fighting alongside you again…i mean….” "It is alright. It is... familiar for both of us. “ Seren saw Andreja moving away from her to inspect something on the other side of the temple. A small gesture to allow her some privacy with the Emissary. Even though her friend did not agree with Seren siding with him, she understood why and had admitted fighting with him had felt familiar in a good way too. She stepped a little closer to The Emissary, who stood in the casual serene way he always did . She reached up to place her hand on the side of his helm. ”I know… I know you are not my Sam...that much is plainly obvious. But I get glimpses of him now and then in the way you sometimes speak, like just now. I don't know how much you lose each time you cross through the Unity…or what you gain, I’m sure I’ll find out soon. But I’m glad I chose to side with you here, even if it breaks my heart. “ The Emissary reached up and clicked something on his helm, making it vanish. Seren sucked in a breath, seeing this Sam had grey streaks running each side of his temple, his beard too was flecked with silver, but he looked the same otherwise…minus the hat. He smiled softly; his blue eyes, carried eons of experience, tragedy and wisdom Seren couldn’t even fathom. They looked so tired, but the tension slowly left as he looked at her, the creases easing out with every breath he made. ”It has been too long since someone has spoken to me like this. I am normally in silent vigil watching, or arguing with the Hunter. It is nice to hear a kind word from an old friend. Though i do not wish to bring you more pain. I have seen enough of that to last multiple lifetimes. It is why I chose to be what I am so i can prevent that. I know the Hunter claimed I manipulated you and perhaps…I did at first. But I have truly come to enjoy your company, even if it is for the short time we have left before you enter the Unity.”

#Starfield fanfic #Sam Coe and Spacefarer #Emissary Sam #Starborn Sam Coe #siluri writes

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Original

Part Two of If You Can't Take the Heat

Stupider Tattoos | Masterlist | Barky's

Pairing: Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto x Reader

Rating: M (though it may have explicit chapters in the future)

Notes: Not beta-read. Chapters are more loosely connected than solidly structured. Also! I was overwhelmed by the response on the first chapter!! Thank you so much!!!

TAGGING NOTE:

 I’ve posted and reposted this thing three fucking times and the tags just aren’t working on the main page, but they work on my blog??  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lol fuck the tagging

Warnings: Fluff, mostly; cursing. A lot of cursing.

Summary: You’d recognized the shop when you’d arrived. You’d been there a time or  two between shifts, but not for a long time. Now, you’ve got the dining  room to yourself, sitting across from a guy you barely know, and you’re holding the best goddamn sandwich you’ve ever had in your fricking life. The arcade games blink behind his head, casting  flickering colored lights over his mussed, golden brown hair.

“...Holy shit,” You mumble around your mouthful. Usually on a first date, you’d be a little more concerned about appearing uncouth, but you can’t help yourself. When you look at Carmy, you expect a smug, shit-eating grin. But what you find is a pleased, warm look on his face (though there is a hint of smugness there, too).

“Yeah?” He presses, dipping his head toward his own food.

“You kidding me? Oh my god. Holy shit.”

You’d recognized the shop when you’d arrived. You’d been there a time or  two between shifts, but not for a long time. Now, you’ve got the dining  room to yourself, sitting across from a guy you barely know, and you’re  holding the best goddamn sandwich you’ve ever had in your fricking life. The arcade games blink behind his head, casting  flickering colored lights over his mussed, golden brown hair. You watch as his diligent fingers pluck up a chip.

“You make those, too?” You ask, nodding to them.

“Try one and tell me.”

You narrow your eyes slightly, setting the sandwich down and dusting the crumbs from your hands before taking up one of the chips. You pop it into your mouth, eyes set on Carmy’s as you chew. You consider, chewing once, twice, then—

“These are Lays.”

“Yeah.”

You chuckle, looking down and poking at one of the crumbs of your sandwich.

“So,” You look around, “You start this place yourself?”

“Ah, no. No, it’s…It was my brother’s.”

Was. The shift in tense makes you curious, but you’re not sure it’s a good question to ask right out of the gate. Instead, you shift to, “You play a lotta Ballbreaker?”

“Huh? Oh—” He twists in his seat, eyeing the machine. “Uh…Actually…Can’t remember the last time I touched that thing.”

“Good. Then I can kick your ass at it later.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, turning back to you.

“I got combos like you wouldn’t believe.”

Carmy smiles, reaching for his sandwich as you take up your soda.

“How long have you been uh, bartending?” He asks.

“Uh—Jeez, what…Five years now?”

“You like it?”

“Most of the time. I mean, the hours are shit, but the money is good. The place I work at now, Barky’s, it’s uh—It’s kind of an antique.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“It’s just stuck in the 80s. It’s kinda frustrating. I wanna try new stuff, and when I have, it works, but the owner’s not too into it.”

“He tell you why?”

“Just that what he’s always done has worked, and it’ll keep working, aaaaaand,” You drag it out, shaking your head. “And he’s kinda a shithead, so, you know. I just grit my teeth and do my job.”

“Barky’s?”

“Mhm. You ever been?”

“I don’t think so.”

“It’s down in Wicker Park. Good space, cruddy furnishings…Shit menu.”

“They serve food there?”

“Uh-huh—Basic stuff. Fries, onion rings, mozzarella sticks, burgers. 90% of it is deep fried to shit, so.”

“Would you ever open your own place?”

“...I don’t know. I mean, I like bartending, but it was going to be uh….An in-between step, like a placeholder. But I don’t have a next step right now. Not a clear one. I don’t think I’d wanna open my own place, though, now. That would be…It’d be a lot.”

“Tell me about it.”

You smile, watching Carmy take up another a chip and pop it into his mouth.

“Okay, new subject,” You insist. “No more work. What do you do for fun?”

“Lure people into thinking they can beat me at Ballbreaker.”

“Oh,” You laugh, unable to help yourself. “Careful, Berzatto. Them’s fightin’ words.”

--

It’s oddly exhilarating, being pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with Carmy as you stab the buttons on the Ballbreaker. You taunt one another, cackle when you make a good move, crow when the other makes a better one. You’re each tipping side to side with your avatars, working the joysticks ruthlessly.

“Aw—fucking, goddamn, okay. Okay,” You shove your hand into your pocket and fish around for quarters. “Best two out of three.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously!” You drop the quarters in, one after the other, and slam the yes button.

“Good to know,” Carmy comments, hitting the same button.

“What is?”

“You’re into humiliation.”

“Shut up!”

“Nah, hey. I dig it.”

--

“Want a water?”

“Sure.”

You lean against the front counter, looking around the counter space as Carmy grabs you glasses. You can feel him looking in your direction, and when you turn to meet his eye, you find him hurriedly looking away. You smile a bit. You’re not sure what it is about him and eye contact—if it’s first date nerves, or if it’s just some part of him, some little bit that’s used to focusing on what's on the table in front of him, and not who’s sitting on the other side.

He walks over to you, setting down two tall plastic tupperware containers with water in them.

“Thanks.” You take one up, giving it a cursory whiff before taking a sip.

“Don’t trust me?”

“No, it’s not that. Last time I drank outta one of these, it was the one we usually keep the pearl onions in for Gibsons. I took one sip and I almost spewed.”

Carmy chuckles, nodding. “I’ve done that.”

“Isn’t it awful?”

“The worst.”

When you look at Carmy again, he holds your gaze for a moment. The streetlight slants through the window, brightening his already bright eyes. His gaze is warm, and curious, and you find yourself bashfully looking away first this time.

“So,” You fold your arms on the counter. “Why didn’t you delete the app if you figured the mysterious Richie would just mess with you on it?”

“Honestly? I kinda forgot it was there.”

“Oh, wow,” You chuckle. “So you’re not the one who did the swiping?”

“He probably did, a while ago.”

“Well, hope you don’t mind me saying so, but he’s got good taste.”

Carmy smiles, shaking his head. “I guess he did alright.”

“Pictures he picked for you weren’t bad, either.”

“I didn’t really look.”

“I figured when you didn’t know what your bio said. You change it yet?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“It’s workin’ for me so far.” Carmy says so with a sly, shy smile, peering at you from beneath his lashes. You can’t help but smile, turning your head to peer out onto the street as your skin prickles with warmth.

“It’s getting late,” You say. “I should get going.”

“Yeah, okay,” Carmy nods, watching you straighten up and following you toward the door.

“Thanks for not murdering me and stuffing me in the walk-in.”

“Anytime. Gotta keep the place up to code.”

You turn back to Carmy in the doorway, searching his face. There’s an odd, nervous bubbling in your stomach. You sort of want to kiss him. You’re not sure if he wants to kiss you.

“See ya, I guess,” You manage. Carmy nods a little, eyes darting from your face, over the shoulder, and back again. You finally dart in, pressing a kiss to his cheek and taking a step back. You only just manage to catch his stunned, slightly widened eyes before you turn away from him.

“You don’t smell like onion. You know,” You add as you step outside. “Just—For the record.”

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#Carmy Berzatto x Reader #Carmy Berzatto x You #Carmy Berzatto/Reader #Carmy Berzatto/You #Carmy Berzatto fic #Carmy Berzatto imagine #If You Can't Take the Heat #The Original

[devildomditzy]

About A Girl

Pairing: Mammon x MC

Tags/Warnings: None! Just Fluff 💕

Notes: My first fic!! Woo!! He’s my little scrunkly

Fic based of this song by The Academy Is…

“One song about a girl. Can’t breathe when I’m around her…”

He doesn’t remember exactly when it first began, the tight constraining feeling in his chest. If he had to take a guess, he’d say it began around when he first laid eyes on you. There you stood in the student council room, eyes blown wide and terrified, shaking like a little lamb. You were confused and scared and he couldn’t blame you. It must have been drop dead petrifying to be ripped from your home, everything you’ve ever know, then told you were essentially prisoner to the Royal Academy of Diavolo for the next year of your life. Essentially prisoner to him and his brothers. At the time, he wrote this feeing off as pity for the fragile frame that stood in front of him. But when his older brother informed him that he’d be responsible for your well-being? Well, this feeling in his chest must be anger! Why should he be responsible for this pathetic being’s life? Doesn’t Lucifer know he’s got much more important things to be doing! He’s got casinos to hit up and people to scam, and…and….

And he meets your gaze. Your terror-stricken, slightly annoyed, beautifully mesmerizing gaze.

Fine. He’ll look out for ya. But don’t even think about getting in his way.

“I wait here everyday in case she scratched the surface. She’ll never notice…”

Pacing outside your classroom door, the demon finds himself staring at the clock hung just adjacent from it. “C’mon!” He mutters under his breath, “Can’t ya class end any faster?”. The feeling in his chest turns to relief when he hears the bell toll signaling your lecture was finally over, and you could be with him instead of….

Wait. Wait why does he care? Why does he care about how long your class is, and how it takes you forever to pack up your bag, and how it takes you an agonizing eternity to round the corner and… there you are. You bound up to him with that blinding smile that tells him you missed him, with that shine in your eyes that could hypnotize even the most powerful of creatures and that blush of on your cheeks that dusts your perfectly delicate skin. The quirk of your eyebrow tells him he’s been staring too long. He looks away, scratching his neck to ignore his own face that begins heating up at the sight. “You got here early today, huh?”, your angelic voice rings out. “Shaddup!” - the only response he can think of. His mind is too busy taking the sight of you in. He didn’t get to your classroom door 30 minutes early because he was excited to see you, he just has to watch out for you, didn’t you already know that? It’s his job. Nothing more right? It couldn’t be anything more.

“I’m not in love. This is not my heart. I’m not gonna waste these words about a girl.”

Your laughter rings out like a siren song to his ears. It was movie night, a tradition you two had began weeks ago. Your eyes stay trained on the flashing screen. It was your turn to pick, some rom-com you said Asmo talked up, but he hadn’t been paying attention. He was too busy trying to commit your ethereal features to memory. The way your delicate eyelashes curled upwards, and the way your nose came to a cute little ball-point, and the way that your chapped lips looked absolutely decadent. Your elbow jutting into his side rips him from his trance. “Hey, do you think they’re gonna end up together at the end?”, you ask innocently. Shit, he hasn’t been paying attention. “Uh, yeah”, he chokes out, “Isn’t it obvious?”. You seem contented enough with the answer as you turn away from him, attention back on the movie. His chest once again begins to familiarly constrain.

His eyes flutter open and take in the dark of his room. He must of fallen asleep at some point. What time is it anyway? As he reaches for his D.D.D, he stops in his tracks when he feels something shift it’s weight on his chest. His breathing stops when he sees it’s you. Your eyes are closed and your mouth is ever so agape as you lightly snore. The way you nuzzle yourself into his chest to get more comfortable scatters his brain and sends his heart into a frenzy. He slowly, ever so painfully slowly, moves a stand of hair out of your face so he can see you clearly. When your eyes peak open, he retracts his hand, startled. But the soft smile you give him, along with your hands snaking around his torso give him all the permission he needs to continue as you hum and drift back to sleep. What is this feeling, this longing aching inside him? In the back of his mind he knows, of course he knows. But admitting it out loud was a whole other story.

“Last night, I knew what to say, but you weren’t there to hear it.”

He hasn’t been able to get much sleep lately. He keeps replaying the events of your last movie night together in his head. Everytime he thinks about the soft touch of your skin, or the beautiful sound of your laughter, his heart feels like it will burst through his chest. He wants to tell you, he wants to shout his feelings from the rooftops so everyone in the Devildom knows your his. But the question is, do you want this too? He weighs the options in his head for days - his wants vs his doubts, his greed for you vs his reputation. Ultimately, his sin wins. The concept that is “you” sets his soul ablaze, and he needs you to know about this, about what you do to him before you burn him up completely. And with that, he sets off towards your room.

He hesitates as he bring his hand up to knock. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if admitting his feelings pushes you away? What would become of the both of you? No. You had to feel the same way. You probably both racked your brains at night trying to figure out how to tell the other. You felt this fire too right? right?

*knock, knock, knock*

He slightly rasps at your door, but the silence that hang in the air tells him you’re not there. He tries to think of we’re else you’d be at this time of night, but comes up empty handed. So, he does the next thing he can think of - asking his younger brother if he’s seen you. Making his way towards Levi’s room, he almost stumbles when he hears your cute giggle behind the closed door. “You SO cheated, Levi!”, you exclaim delightedly. “It’s not MY fault you’re so bad at Super Devil Kart!”, his brother snorts back. He wants to barge right in. He wants to rip the door off it’s hinges and tell Levi to get away from you. That you’re his. But, you sounded so happy. Would that happiness fade if you saw the rage you put him in? Is it even fair to call you his? The joy that he sees written on your face every time you’re with him, is it not exclusive to him?

That’s right, he thinks to himself, she’s like that with all her friends. I’m just her friend. And with this thought, he turns to make his way back to his room. He’ll tell you eventually. Just… not right now.

“These lines so well rehearsed, tongue-tied, and overloaded. You never noticed.”

“Mams? Mams? Mammon?”, your voice brings him back from whatever plane of existence he’s been drifting through. He just can’t focus when you’re around, can you blame him? “What’d ya want, human?” he quips back. “Well, I don’t know! You’re the one who said you wanted to talk to me. I mean, did you bring me all the way out here for nothing?”, you question.

You’re both outside around the perimeter of The House of Lamentation, perfectly far and out of view of all his annoying brothers and those pestering angels, all of whom fight for your attention. Right where he could be alone with you. “Well, what is it?” you probe him, “What did you want to tell me?.

Shuffling awkwardly, he suddenly feels his mouth go dry. All the words he’s stayed up at night practicing over and over again to get them just right failed him now. “It’s just uh - it’s just I’ve been noticing how you can’t stop staring at the Great Mammon in the hallway.”

“I’m not in love”

“And I wanted to let you know it’s totally natural for you to be stunned by me, in fact, most people are. Hell, I’ve even got a fan club, you can join it if you’d like.”

When you only raise your brow in suspicion, he continues, “Which I’m only sayin’ cause I know how I drive ya crazy and stuff. Ya can barely keep ya hands off er’ me.” You scoff, but smile sweetly in response. It makes his head spin.

“This is not my heart,”

“So I guess what I’m sayin is.. if ya wanted to stay glued to my side forever…. I guess I wouldn’t mind.” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“Mammon, are you trying to ask me out right now?”, you laugh. He can’t begin to imagine how red his face must be right now. And is he sweating? Oh god he’s sweating. Can you tell? He hopes you can’t tell. “T-The Great Mammon doesn’t have to ask people out! They ask me out, thank you very much!.” The offended tone in his voice makes you chuckle under your breath and your cheeks heat up. You reach one hand out to gently stroke the side of his face. His entire body is singing.

“I’m not gonna waste these words…”

“I think I get it. The oh-so-great, glorious Mammon, second born denizen of darkness, would you do me the esteemed honor of going out with me, a mere human mortal~.” You genuflect towards him, dramatically bowing. He can’t stop the massive smile that spreads across his face. “Well, I guess if one of my loyal subjects insists, who am I to say no”, he grins.

You stand upright and punch him playfully in the arm. “You dork. Why’d you wait so long to ask me out?”, you beam. “I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way. Or that ya wouldn’t wanna be with a scumbag like me.” Your beautiful laugh reaches his ears once more. You take a step towards him, he thinks he’s going to faint.

“Why don’t I show you exactly how I feel then.” And you move in to break the needless gap between the two of you, finding his lips with yours. They fit together perfectly, and Mammon’s convinced that in all of his years he’s never felt something so absolute. He’s convinced he’s never felt so in love.

“about a girl…”

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