#y’all don’t check the asks huh

[sunnyskiesscareme]

My Heart’s Racing, and it isn’t the Exercise

Luke Hughes x reader

Summary: Luke Hughes has a gym crush, and his brother wants a sister in law

Warnings: there’s a reference to like… dropping a weight on his head to induce memory loss, you’ll understand if you read it 😭 other than that, nothing!! (Unless u include Luke embarrassing himself but that’s just cuz he’s a cutie patootie)

Notes: I’m so sorry I’ve barely posted!! Uni is kicking my ass. Still, I appreciate all the support on my previous fics!! Y’all are so kind!! Also, a lil reference to the readers job as a hairdresser

Luke was sure that if y/n wasn’t here, he’d cry.

He had explicitly told his brother that he needed to be at the gym within 10am-11:30am, and no later. He hadn’t told him why, exactly, but he thought he made himself pretty clear anyhow. It wasn’t like Jack to be late to anything, but Jack had expressed that he believed you couldn’t be late to the gym in the first place. To him, it was a personal pleasure. Luke would have agreed if it weren’t for the girl with the strict schedule, who went everyday, at the same time, with no exceptions.

He couldn’t explain that to Jack without the certainty of him telling the whole Devil’s team about his little crush, and suddenly the chirping would go beyond anything he’d ever live down. So instead, when Jack would roll his eyes at his brother with a comment about being uptight, Luke would bite back with a reminder that Jack had assigned certain coats to certain hooks in the entrance way. Surely, Luke was not the uptight one in that apartment.

Jack had only hurried things up when his brother threatened to leave without him, jingling his keys and walking to the door with exaggerated stomps. Still, they had only left the house at 10:41, and for reasons unbeknownst to Jack, Luke had refused to switch to the gym nearest their building. It was 10:53 when they got there, and Luke ignored his brothers scolds for his crooked parking job, rushing to check who was at the girl’s favourite machine. It was then that Luke realized he had never learned her name. Had she ever even had a full conversation with him?

She was there, in all of her beauty, but Luke didn’t crack a smile. Instead, he walked over to the chest press for his warmup as if he had never seen her. His sudden stop-and-stare session did not go unnoticed by his brother, who not so subtly squinted his eyes in her direction, trying to find what had his little brother so dazed. His eyes flickered to the dejected look on his face, back to the girl, and then to the foot that Luke was subconsciously tapping. A knowing grin grew on Jack's face before he wiped it off with the back of his hand, wringing his wrist out in an act of preparation for his dead-lift warmup. He halted when he began to pass by Luke, stomping his foot on the ground exaggeratingly as he turned to his brother.

"Luke, Luke," Jack said, bending down to reach ear level with him. "You see that girl over there? The one on the, uh, the walking thingy?"

"The elliptical." Luke corrected, a little bit too fast. He’d learned the name of the machine a while ago, just in case he needed it one day.

"Yeah, whatever. She's real pretty, huh?"

Luke's eyes met Jack's so fast it hurt, and he blinked a couple of times to make the room stop spinning. His knuckles turned white at the grip he had on the bars of the machine, despite having paused the lifting to speak to his brother. "What- why?"

"I think I’m gonna ask her out."

"No!" Luke yelped, and those in the gym who weren't wearing headphones or struggling to breathe with the intensity of their workout glanced over at him curiously. His cheeks burned bright red, and Jack had to repress a smirk. "She’s," he shook his head, "She's not even your type."

“What? Of course she is. You don’t think she’s pretty?”

“She’s-!” Luke started, chest puffed up and eyes wide as he went to defend the girl. That was, until the smile on his brothers face looked a little bit too evil to be classified as adoring, and Luke squinted his eyes at him. “What are you trying to do here?”

Jack let out a girlish giggle and gave him a smack to his knee. “I think you think she’s pretty!”

“Shut up!” He wacked his brother right back.

“I think you’ve beaten me to her!”

“Jack, stop.” Luke begged, gripping his brothers wrist strongly enough for Jack to wince, his eyes wide as saucers.

Jack snickered, wringing out his wrist. He glanced back at the girl, whose machine beeped as she finished her cool down. “C’mon! She’s done. Go talk to her!”

“What? No!” Luke refused, his voice much quieter and harsher than his brothers. “No, she’s leaving anyway.”

Jack glanced at the girl again, who had finally stepped off of the machine and stood in front of a window. Her silhouette was black as she tipped her head towards the ceiling to chug down some water. He looked back at Luke. “I don’t think so… looks like she’s just having a drink before her next workout.”

“No.” Luke shook his head, certainty in his movements. “It’s 11:30. This is when she leaves.”

Luke seemed to have not realized the weight his words held before he said them, and quickly made himself busy with his machine before Jack’s head jerked foreword, his jaw dropped far enough that if he had dared to look, Luke would be able to count all of his teeth.

“Woah, woah, wait a minute!” He said, stepping in front of his little brother so that he had no casual excuse for avoiding his gaze. “Is this why you’ve been whining every day about when we get here?”

Luke cringed, ending his first rep early to stick an earbud in his ear. “I’m working out. Can’t hear ya.”

“Oh my god!” Jack gaped, yanking the earbud back out. “This is why I have to go to a gym 15 minutes away from my apartment- that has a gym in the building?”

“It’s only 10, don’t be such a baby.” Luke groaned, seeing no point in trying to hide his little secret any longer.

“Oh my god. Luke, I’m being serious right now, if you don’t go talk to her- I will.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.”

Luke’s eyes worriedly flicked back to where she stood before, but let out a breath when she wasn’t there anymore. He didn’t know wether it was of relief or disappointment, but he forced himself not to dwell on the weird feeling in his chest. “She’s… She’s gone anyways.”

Jacks head whipped to the window and then back to his brother so fast that Luke was surprised he wasn’t in pain. He quickly promised himself he’d give him pain if he looked at him like that any longer- his brows slightly furrowed, eyes more pitiful than annoyed. Jack let out a soft huff. “Next time then.”

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Jack was ready before Luke was the next morning, bouncing on the balls of his feet on the mat in front of the door. Luke walked sluggishly, something he hadn’t done since he had first seen her. He was sure this would be the last day at her gym- certain he’d be too humiliated to return.

“Could you wipe that look off your face, please?” Luke asked, annoyed.

His grin only grew, flashing his recently fixed straight white teeth. “Why would I? Todays the day- Lukey Boy is getting a girlfriend!”

Luke rolled his eyes.

The 10 minute car ride was mostly silent. To Jack, it had felt like the longest ride he’d ever taken, even with all of the complaints he’d given about the length of the drive in the past. This was most certainly the worst of them all. To Luke, it had been the shortest. He’d listed multiple plans for certain scenarios in his head, noting that if he really needed to, there were weights near the elliptical she used that he could drop on his head if he needed to forget he’d ever seen her. Maybe his brother would feel bad enough to never bring it up again. He planned to run a few fast miles on a treadmill beforehand, so that he could build up some adrenaline, and blame his red face on the exercise.

Jack walked in with a pep in his step, only stopping when his brother suddenly grabbed his wrist. His face was white and his eyes wide, and Jack had never seen him so scared to talk to a girl before. “She’s gonna think I’m a creep.”

“No she won’t! Just… don’t be a creep, and you’ll be fine.”

Luke releases his brothers wrist to run a stressed hand down his face. “I hate you.”

“Luke, it’s gonna be fine, I’m telling you.” Jack tried to reason. He sent him a funny smile, “Plus, you’re in the NHL. what girl would say no to that?”

Luke didn’t laugh, and Jack licked his lip awkwardly. “Buddy, just do it. There’s no use comforting you now- she hasn’t even rejected you yet!”

“Yet!”

“No!” Jack gripped Luke’s shoulders tightly. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Now go. Now. It’s time.”

Luke almost tripped, his feet too nervous to react to the push his brother gave him. He prayed that it was too bright outside to see the reflection in the window her machine overlooked, and that she didn’t see any of that. He stood awkwardly a safe distance away from her, looking back at his brother who gave him a not-so-subtle thumbs up.

She was changing the song coming through her headphones when she felt the presence of someone next to her. She turned, startled when someone was actually there. He was tall, but had a young, sweet face. His hair was long enough for him to have to push behind his ear and she could imagine him hating it. Most people with curly or wavy hair did, she had learned from work, but his was her favourite texture to cut and work with. She’d recognized him well. He seemed to have a similar schedule to her, and she had used him as proof to her friends that she wasn’t uptight. He was too handsome to look at, she had decided one day. She couldn’t afford a gym crush, not when she was doing so well with her gym streak. It would complicate things. She flicked an earbud out, giving him a friendly, but curious smile.

“Hi.” He said, the word breathy.

“Hi.” She said back with a slight chuckle. “Did you need something?”

“Oh! Sorry, uh,” she didn’t notice Jack watching them, cringing at the way his brother stuttered. “I was wondering… if I could use that machine.”

She blinked at him, eyes flickering to the 3 other ellipticals lining the large window, still and unused. She nodded anyway. “Uh, yeah! Sure!” She said, stepping off and beside the guy, who looked much taller from the new angle. “Are, are the other ones not working?”

“Uh-“

“Nope!” She jumped at the loud voice behind her, looking right in time for her to miss how Jack stepped on the machines cord, unplugging it. He smacked his hand on the buttons exaggeratedly, proving to her that it wouldn’t turn on.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’ve been hogging the only working one, haven’t I?”

“No, no! You’re okay. Uh, I just, um-“

“My brother thinks you’re pretty!” Jack blurted out, cutting off his stuttering.

Luke looked mortified, shoulders curling in on himself. Y/n reddened, her lips unintentionally curling up into a giddy smile. “Oh! Thank you!” She let out a nervous chuckle. “Um, you’re his brother?”

“I’m so sorry.” He said instead of answering, and she hoped he didn’t look so sick because his brother lied.

“Don’t be! I’m,” she let out another nervous chuckle, “I’m very flattered.”

“You should let him buy you a smoothie from the drink bar.” Jack suggested, grinning wildly. Y/n felt brave under his enthusiasm.

“Jack!” Luke pleaded, fists balled up.

“He doesn’t have to pay.” She said, and she smiled awkwardly at their intense gazes. “Uh, I mean… are you thirsty?”

“You want to get a smoothie with me?”

“Well, sure! Only if you tell me your name though.” She giggled

He looked at her, his gaping lips turning up into a smile. “Luke.”

Luke had never loved his brother more. He hadn’t listened as he came up with some excuse for leaving the two of them alone. Something about already having water or having to get his workout in while he could, Luke assumed. He didn’t really care. He had imagined a million ways his day could go, and he had somehow lived the one he didn’t think would ever happen. He smiled at her, panicking when she began to reach for the pack she had around her waist. “I’ll pay!”

She looked back up at him. “Wow! A cute boy calls me pretty and buys me a smoothie in one day? This isn’t what I imagined would happen when I walked into the gym today.” She giggled, walking with him.

“Yeah… neither did I.”

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[vminizzle]

Stay quiet for me

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluffy tones?

warnings : pet names, swearing, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slapping (once)

words count : 0.9k

A/N : hi hi everyone, I hope y’all doing good. Here’s a little something to thank y’all for your support on my recent fics and for the 100 followers!! love y’all. My english still sucks but aye let’s go! (also I want to precise that I’m a new writer I’m not experienced, I’ll try to do better for the upcoming fics *sigh*)

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED ♡

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“fuck, go faster.” Jungkook said as he gripped your hips tighter. You could tell that you were going to have bruises later by the way his fingers were buried into the soft flesh. You were trying the best you could to make the both of you reach your high.

His hard-on was filling you up deliciously, so deep, it felt too good. You could feel every inch of him as you moved up and down on him. His hair was sticked on his forehead, sweat covering your bodies .

Your loud moans escaping from your lips as Jungkook gripped your neck connecting his beautiful lips on the abused skin. Sucking softly, tongue caressing the marks he left, making you whimper at the sensitive stimulation. You were so close to finishing when you heard Jungkook’s phone rang. He cursed before sighing, dropping his head on your shoulder. It was late at night who could it be, you wondered.

He grabbed his phone to check who it was making you stop curiously. Jungkook moved his hand to slap your ass lightly “don’t stop baby” he groaned. He bucked his hips suddenly making you lost your balance. “Jungkook” you moaned. Your thighs were so sore, it’s been more than 15 minutes since you started riding him. “it h-hurts babe” you sobbed softly.

"Yoongi is calling, stay quiet for me, you can do that for me love, huh?” he caressed your cheek making you close your eyes nodding at him softly “ that’s my girl” he pecked your lips. 

Before Jungkook picked up the call, he lifted your body laying you gently on the bed considered all the efforts you did. He looked into your eyes to make sure everything was alright for you.

He grabbed his phone, picking up Yoongi’s call, putting it on speaker “wassup dude! sorry I know it’s late but I was wondering if you’re ok if I modify my verse in our last demo. I want to exchange some parts with Jimin. So I could see which one is better” you listened to the deep voice echoing through the room. It was Taehyung…

Jungkook looked at you with an emotionless face, you were about to laugh when he hit your g-spot with a particular hard thrust. You bit your lip trying to block the noises threatening to escape as he smirked at your reaction.

"bro you here?” Taehyung asked “yea yea I’m here. Why do you have Yoongi’s phone ? And yea I think it c-can work. Make sure to not- shit-” He groaned louder than he would had think.

“man, you good?” Taehyung asked confused.

“yes! yes!” Jungkook replied.

“hmm, so yea. I’m with Yoongi that’s why I have his phone, mine’s dead. Don’t worry  I’ll be careful not to modify too much since we really liked how it sounded and all. Yoongi is with us so everything will be fine” Taehyung started blabbing while Jungkook tried his best to hit the places he knows that could make you scream his name.

His friend long forgotten when you gripped his long black locks, pulling him in a passionate kiss. He put his hand on your cheek as he kept devouring your lips.

“Kook? can you hear m-” 

“yea yea, I-I  trust you” Jungkook replied out of breath.

“sorry if i disturbed you this late, thank y-” Taehyung started apologizing.

“It’s o-ok, bye!” Jungkook ended the call, throwing his phone away. 

He grabbed your left thigh, lifting it up a little higher so he could hit deeper “f-fuck, you feel so good”. He was getting near, you knew it. You scrached his back as he left little kisses on your chest “Jungkook go faster please”.

He bit his lips as he gripped onto the headboard with one hand for support. You threw your head back into the pillow, the pleasure building in your stomach getting too much. You looked up at him, his hair practically wet, muscles contracting every time he made a move, his lips red from all the biting and kisses, his eyes rolling to the back of his head .

This view made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The bed kept on hitting the wall repeatedly “fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you sobbed.

Jungkook lowered himself to put his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath “me too!”.

You both moaned as your walls started tightening around him uncontrollably. You grabbed the sheet tightly as you came, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his bicep. He continued thrusting into you to help you ride your high as you pulled on his hair “please cum inside me baby please”. He could only moan at your words. He held your hips as he cummed inside you immediately your words exciting him more than you thought. 

The warm liquid filled you up to the brim, some flowing on the bed sheet. “damn” he cursed watching his cum dripping out of you “you’re so hot”.

You laughed pulling him down on you “let’s stay like this for a while please?” you asked shyly.

“you want me to stay inside?” he looked up at you curious as you nod caressing his cheek, your other hand running up and down his scratched back. He kissed you neck whispering an “I love you y/n” before cuddling you. “I love you Jungkook” you kissed the top of his head.

–

“guys is it just me or he seemed weird? like sick?” Taehyung asked a bit lost. 

“nah. boy was getting laid” Yoongi said smirking making Jimin laugh loudly his head falling on Taehyung’s shoulder as he clap his hands. 

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A/N : sorry I had to make a little Vmin appearance hehe ,, ♡ I hope you guys liked it :) thank you for your support!

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[zumistew]

holding their hand

Tokyo revengers boys holding your hand for the first time Pt.2

Includes: Kakucho, Hanma, Ran, Rindou

tags: fluff, flirting, confession, protectiveness??

A/N: I didn’t expect my first story to get many likes so thank you for everyone who interacted ♡♡♡

Kakucho

Kakucho is always kind to you constantly providing you with nice gestures, so when he invited you to get some coffee you didn’t think anything of it.

Since it was nearing Valentine’s Day, the coffee shop had a discount for couples. Kakucho asked if you wanted to put on an act for some discounted food, and of course you agreed because who doesn’t like free food.

The waiter came to the table complementing you with a smile “your girlfriend is extremely beautiful.” “I know she is” he says with a sweet yet cocky smile on his face. You decide to ignore it telling the waiter thankyou and flashing Kakucho a smile because maybe it was just to keep the act up.

After paying the check Kakucho gets up from his side of the booth walking over to your side holding his hand out, you take his hand as he helps you out the booth. “Wow your really putting your all into this act” You say as yall walk out of the shop hand in hand. “It’s not an act stupid” he responds with a slight smile as he opens the shop door for you to exit. “What” you respond as you exit the shop. “I said it’s not an act Y/N” he says before he grabs you by the waist to move you to the side of the sidewalk opposite from the cars.

Hanma

Hanma was a wild card and everyone knew it. He was constantly taunting you and mocking you any chance he got. It was so much to the point that you couldn’t tell when he was being serious or joking.

Although he was crazy you could see he had a heart making himself vulnerable sometimes, you don’t even think he was aware when he was even exposing his true self sometimes.

As you two were walking you end up tripping over your shoes causing you to stumble. “Next time I’ll push you down myself” he say’s chuckling as he looks down at you. “If you push me you’ll regret it…trust me” you say jokingly knowing in the event that he actually pushed you that you would be defenseless.

He shoves you jokingly “now do something” he says smiling.

As you go to shove him back he grabs your wrist while smiling down at you. “Your weak” he says laughing as you give him a slight pout. “You’re not as funny as you think you are” you say with furrowed brows. “You know you enjoy my antics” he says moving his grip down from your wrist to your hand relaxing it in the middle of the two of y’all. “I don’t” you reply monotone but it was obvious you weren’t mad.

Ran

Ran was a lady’s man nobody could deny that. So you never took it seriously whenever he tried to flirt or compliment you.

But this time you were a little unsure. Here he was giving you a bag with a gift. “Open it” he says nonchalantly holding it out for you to grab. “Huh, what’s this?” you ask grabbing it from him taking out the crinkle paper inside. “Thought of you when I saw it” he says with a small smile as his low eyes look down at you with anticipation for your reaction.

You pull out a pearl necklace and a bracelet with the initial “R” dangling from it. “It’s very pretty” you say staring at it with admiration “but I think you left a bracelet for someone else in here stupid” you say thinking he was trying to buy gifts for multiple girls at once. “No I didn’t, it’s yours stupid* he says monotone looking at you with slight amusement. “I’m not stupid, my name doesn’t start with R, you messed up” you say smirking thinking you caught him holding the jewelry out for him to grab. “I know your name doesn’t start with R it’s because mine does” he says taking the jewelry, grabbing your wrist clipping the piece of delicate jewelry onto your wrist.

“Why did you get me this…don’t get me wrong I’m appreciative but why” you say looking up at him as he focuses on the jewelry he’s putting on your wrist. “Because you’re mine Y/N and I want everyone to know it” He smiles at you cockily after he finishes putting the jewelry on your wrist. You look at him a little surprised and suspicious. “Do you have an issue with that” he ask smirking down at you. “No…thanks for the jewelry it’s pretty, I like it” you say with a shy smile. “I know…pretty just like you” he says grabbing your hand.

Rindou

Rindou was your boy best friend. You two had the same humor and often laughed a lot with each other. And you two were now walking home from school together.

As you were walking home from school you looked down at your shoes to notice there untied. “Ugh my shoes keep coming untied” you groan starting to bend down. “Stop” he says lightly grabbing your arm lightly pulling you up. “Let me do it” he says smiling at you as he gets down on one knee. “Put your foot up Y/N” he says patting his thigh. “Oh ok” you say putting your foot on his thigh.

He starts focusing on tying your shoe for you. “You know I could tie it myself” you say looking down at him. “I know but I can’t let you tie your own shoes” he says taking your foot off his thigh as he finishes tying it.

You look at him confused as he stands up. “Why?” You ask him confused. “Because that’s not very gentlemanly” he says smirking at you. “If you say so” you shrug as you continue to walk.

He stops walking and you notice, so you turn around to see why he stopped. “You know Y/N, you’d never have to do anything for yourself if you were with me” he say hands in pockets. “Huh? What are you talking about” you say walking towards him.

“I’m saying that you would never have to lift a finger if you were with me” he says smirking grabbing your hand pulling you closer to him to get his point across. “Are you going to take me up on my offer” he say smirking looking over at you as he continues walking still holding your hand.

Part 1 down here ⇩

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[harrywavycurly]

“Will you be my husband really quick?”: A fake marriage with Eddie Munson AU.

Part 2: Here

Part 3: Here

A/N: I have been wanting to write this prompt for a while and I’m glad y’all want it too! There’s gonna be a part 2 don’t worry.

TW: Cursing and Eddie hits someone and this eludes that your ex wasn’t the nicest.

Eddie is two beers in on what he figured was going to be a normal Friday night at the Hideout when he feels a hand grip his arm as he’s leaned over the bar grabbing a lighter from behind the stack of napkins and straws. He pauses his movements as he looks down at the hand that’s still on his arm and slowly his eyes move upward until they finally land on your face. He notices your eyes are wide and you’re looking everywhere but at him as you scan the room as if you’re looking for someone, Eddie just stands up straight and places the lighter on the bar next to his half empty beer.

“Will you be my husband really quick?” Eddie knows he must be hearing things as you finally make eye contact with him. He watches as you seem to visibly relax a bit as you stare at him with a hopeful look on your face. “Please?” He doesn’t know what it is about you but he feels like if he tells you no he might actually regret it so instead he takes a quick sip of his beer as your hand falls from his arm and before you can react he’s draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into him.

“Who’s the target?” Eddie’s voice is low and you can feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear before placing a quick kiss to the side of your head, already playing into his husband role.

“Red shirt by the door.” You answer as one of your arms wrap around his middle, you feel Eddie lean away from you for a moment so he can get a good look at who you’re talking about.

“Jason fucking Carver?” You look up at Eddie who is glaring at the blonde haired man by the door and you feel yourself tense up as Eddie reaches for his beer so he can finish it off. “He your ex or something?” Eddie asks as he places the now empty bottle on the bar and motions to the bartender for another one.

“Yeah he’s uhm my ex.” Eddie can tell by your tone of voice you’re nervous and it makes him wonder what Jason did that caused the two of you to go your separate ways. “I’m sorry this is dumb I shouldn’t have bothered you.” You mumble as you try to move away from him but Eddie is quick to just pull you into him and wrap both arms around your shoulders making your cheek rest on his worn out Metallica shirt.

“Now what kind of husband would I be if I let you storm off like that?” Eddie begins running one of his hands up and down your back making you let out a soft sigh because for the first time in a long time you felt an odd sense of security and who would’ve thought that of all places it’s while wrapped in the arms of a stranger. “I’ve got you okay?” You look up and Eddie is already looking down at you making you feel even more at ease because his eyes are soft and his smile is sweet as he looks at you.

“Okay.” Is all you can say making Eddie’s hold on you tighten slightly as he leans down and places a small kiss to the top of your head in an attempt to help you relax a little more. “Uh so what’s your name?” Eddie laughs as he looks towards the door to check on the location of your ex.

“My name is Eddie.” You just nod and tell him your name in return as your hands somehow find their way into his back pockets as you wrap your arms around his waist. “I can see my wife is a little handsy huh?” You hide your face in his chest as you try to slide your hands from his pockets. “It’s okay sweetheart we’re married remember? No need to be shy.” You can’t help but laugh as Eddie goes back to running his hands up and down your back.

“So how do you know Jason?” You feel Eddie tense up at the mention of your ex’s name and it lets you know whatever memories Eddie has of him aren’t good ones.

“He was my high school’s official asshole.” You look up and rest your chin on Eddie’s chest as you watch his eyes look towards the door of the bar. “I take it he hasn’t changed much?” He asks as he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow making you look away as some memories of your relationship with Jason reply in your head.

“Yeah he hasn’t changed.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way your voice shakes a little as you answer his question.

“I can kick his ass right now if you want me to sweetheart just say the word and he’ll be on the ground.” You may not know Eddie but something tells you he’s not kidding and that he’d get a lot of joy out of beating Jason up. “Let me add that I feel that since I’m your husband it’s kinda my job to beat up your asshole ex boyfriends.” Eddie smiles to himself when he hears you laugh and just shake your head at him.

“As your wife it’s kinda my job to keep you out of trouble.” Eddie lets out a dramatic huff as he drops one of his arms from you so he can reach over and grab his beer and take a long swig from it. “I uh like your rings.” Eddie’s eyes flicker down to yours as he watches you give the rings on his hand that’s holding his beer a good once over.

“Yeah? Which one is your favorite?” He asks as he puts his beer on the bar so he can let you get a better look at his rings. You unwrap your arms from around him so you can take his hand in yours, Eddie tries to ignore how soft your hands feel as you look at his rings giving a lot of attention to his skull one. “You like the skull?” You just nod making Eddie smile because the skull one was also his favorite.

“What are you doing?” Eddie ignores your question as he brings his hand up to his mouth and you feel your eyes go wide as you watch him take his skull ring off and hold it between his lips for a moment before grabbing it. “I can’t take this.” Eddie rolls his eyes as he gently grabs your left hand so he can slide the ring onto your ring finger.

“How are you supposed to be my wife without a ring?” Eddie asks as he reaches over and tucks some of your hair behind your ear.

“You’ve got the be fucking with me.” You feel your heart drop to your stomach as Jason’s voice fills your ears. Eddie’s arm drops from around you so he can turn and block you from Jason’s view. “Not the freak still hanging around the Hideout.” You see Eddie’s hands form into fists as Jason laughs his almost evil sounding laugh.

“Fuck off Carver don’t you have a ball to go toss into a basket or something?” You giggle making Jason move so he can get a look at you, Eddie is quick to move so he’s still standing between you and the ex jock.

“What the fuck is going on?” Eddie looks at you over his shoulder making sure you’re okay and you just give him a reassuring smile as you place your hand on his lower back.

“Just enjoying a night out with my wife.” Jason’s eyes go as wide as golf balls as Eddie explains what the two of you are doing at the Hideout.

“Your wife? Wow okay I mean even you…Munson the town freak can do better than her she’s-” Jason doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Eddie’s fist collides with his cheek knocking him to the ground.

“Next time you think about saying anything about her,” Eddie kneels down as he speaks so he’s only a few inches away from Jason’s face as he groans in pain. “Don’t.” He spits as he stands up and turns so he can grab your hand and walk you towards the back of the bar. “I’m sorry…I am so sorry.” You just shake your head as Eddie’s hands gently cup your face as he looks you over to make sure you’re okay because he’s never gotten into a fight before let alone knocked someone to the ground and that’s the last thing he wanted you to have to deal with tonight.

“It’s okay.” You reassure him as you place your hands over his that are still on your face. “Thank you.” Eddie just shrugs as he gives you a small smile.

“Like I said it’s my job as your husband to beat up your asshole ex boyfriends.” You laugh as Eddie leans in closer, he pauses as he get a few inches from your face. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Eddie doesn’t have to wait for your answer because your lips are on his in a mater of seconds for a sweet kiss.

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[hecateslore]

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supervisor!simon

you have now been promotedddddd 😆😆😝 i'm gonna try to push the valentines party out in a couple

“I’m very fond of these conversations.” he winks, which makes you furrow your brows. 

You put your sandwich, umbrella and chips in a bag, following Simon who was half way out of the store. “You listen to us on the phone?” Simon turns his head to look at you, “It was a joke.” he says, when in actuality, he might've picked up the phone a few times. He likes to monitor, sue him!

“It’s not raining.” you frown, putting the umbrella back in the bag. Simon sits on the store's patio. “Wanna join?” He offers a seat. You think about it, you wanted to be alone and wanted to have a quiet lunch. But he’s offering you a seat, it would be rude to decline. “Sure.” 

You sit and unwrap your sandwich, and Simon stares at it, “Do you always get that?” You nod. “Is it good?” he watches you eat (y’all know that one jake gyllenhaal picture.. That's Simon.). Staring at the way you hold your sandwich, how you inspect it, searching from what side you’re gonna bite next. “You stare a lot.” you comment. “It’s a habit.” he says quickly, “It’s kind of rude.” you say, “I know.” he fixes his gaze on the umbrella you threw on the floor before you sat down. 

“Is that like a military thing? Johnny does it too.” You add, “Johnny stares cause he’s weird.” He snorts, “I don’t mean to, but Johnny does.” He says and grabs your bag of chips, opening it for you. You mutter a quick thank you, grabbing a chip, “So Johnny likes to stare huh?” you ask. 

“It’s in his nature.” he shrugs, sitting back on the patio chair. “Does Simon like to stare?” you jokingly ask, “Simon already answered this question.” he says causing you to chuckle at his response. “You’re quick,” you point out. Simon smiles at you teasingly, “So you and Johnny are a thing now?” he questions. “Who said that?” confusion in your voice and all over your face. “Just thought,” he shrugged, “Since he’s getting a bit territorial.” You let out a small laugh at his comment. “He’s not,” you deny, “He just likes to hang out with me.”

“And we’re best friends.” Simon scoffs and you let out an even louder laugh than before, “He’s nice.” you say, calming down, “I’m sure.” SImon watches as you ball up the paper that your sandwich came in. “Johnny said you two aren’t close anymore.” You say, looking at the umbrella that sat by Simon's feet. “We aren’t.” he affirms, “so that’s what all the tension was about.” You adjust yourself. 

“Nah, He only calls when he needs something.” You raise your brows at what he said. They looked like friends, sometimes even acted like it. Especially on the day Johnny started, they gave each other a big hug, they were laughing and chatting. “So there’s tension?” you ask. 

“If that’s what it means to you.” Simon pulls back the sleeve of his button up, checking the time on his watch, “we should head back.” You agree, throwing the trash and grabbing your umbrella from the floor, “Man, I shouldn’t have bought this.” you hold it up, frowning at it. “It might rain later, you should keep it.” Simon grabs the Umbrella from you and proceeds to open it up to see the design, a clear umbrella with daisies and a black handle. “Cute.”

 You take the umbrella from his hands, closing it and stuffing it in your side, holding it between your arm and ribcage. You both walk side by side quietly, Simon breaks the silence, “ I meant what I said on friday.” 

“I know.” you sigh. “I sound like a broken record, but I really do feel bad.” Simon admits crossing his arms. You look around the strip mall, watching people walk in and out of the buildings that surround you and Simon. “I can tell,” you snort, you stop walking for a moment and stick your hand out for a shake. Simon takes it, and shakes it firmly. “Are we done with this conversation now?” you ask, “Yeah.” he smiles 

-

You both finally get to the office, Simon now soaked. In the midst of your convo it decided to rain heavily. Knowing Simon, he refused to use the umbrella, he’s tracking water all over the office and looking damn good while doing so. His button up stuck to his skin, showing off all of his muscles. “What happened here?” Linda asks, shocked while also grateful for the view in front of her. “We got caught in the rain,” Simon says, walking carefully to the back. “He didn’t want to use my umbrella.” you shrug, “It’s too small to share.” he clarifies. 

You walk past a slow stepping Simon and open the door to the back office, Johnny waiting by your desk, “Hello” you draw out  making Johnny smile, “hi,” he says, “I brought something for you,’ he hands you a green folder filled with paperwork, “this is glorious.” you say taking the folder from him. “How was lunch,” he asks. “It was good, I bought-” 

Your conversation is interrupted by Simon opening the door and walking through. Going to his office, “I bought an umbrella,”  you finish staring at Simon's big frame heading towards his office. 

“Looks like he didn’t” Johnny chuckles, “Yeah,” you say distractedly, Simon's door was left cracked open, from where you’re standing you got a clear shot of him taking his button up off and changing into his sweatshirt from this morning. 

Putting your attention back on Johnny all you could think about was Simon's chest and his big arms, and his abdomen and how big he was and broad his shoulders are. 

Johnny’s mouth was moving but no sound was coming out, you could’ve sworn you heard Simon call your name, and right when you turned to look at his office again, he was walking out, sending you a small smile. You look back at Johnny who was already looking at Simon. Johnny has muscles, Simon also has muscles. “I’ll be right back.” you say. 

You manage to escape to the bathroom.. No wonder all the old ladies are hot for Simon. 

Simon’s fucking hot.

-

Back at your desk you sit, sifting through the paperwork Johnny gave you earlier, you get a tap on your desk. You look up, “I forgot to tell you, we’re having a valentines party after work, if you wanna stay.” He scratches the back of his neck, “Linda’s decorating the front.” he clears his throat. 

“I’ll think about it,” you shrug, giving him a polite smile, “are you going?” you ask, “I am supervisor.” you roll your eyes playfully, “Maybe.” you say and he taps your desk one more time before he goes back to his office. You sit there with a stupid grin on your face. You get a tap on your shoulder, Linda behind you with a heart headband in hand, “Are you staying?” You think for two seconds, “yeah.” she places the head band on your head, and you chuckle at the stupid heart springing back and forth. 

“Nice hat.” Johnny pokes one of the hearts. “It’s a headband,” you fake swat at him, “are you staying?” you ask, “I’m thinking about it, what about you?” you point at the hearts on your head, “this wasn’t a dead give away?” he flicks a heart one more time, “Guess i’ll go.” he shrugs

-

You clock out and walk to the break room, headband still on, Simon stood by the microwave heating up his lunch from earlier. Hearing footsteps he turns his head around, “well one of us is gonna have to change.” you joke, the red hearts springing back and forth on his head, “So you’re staying?” he chuckles. “Yup.” you sigh, going for the vending machine. “What are you heating up?” you ask, taking note of the re-heatable container spinning, “My lunch,” He says, crossing his arm, “what are you buying?” he points to the vending machine, “Snapple.” 

“Classic.” he snorts. You press the button for your drink and feed the machine your dollar, waiting for the drink to fall to the bottom. When it does you grab it and pull the table’s chair in the break room. Sitting and watching Simon stand at where the microwave was put. “You didn’t eat your lunch?” you ask, eyes on the way his muscles flex while pulling out the chair, “I was a little busy during lunch time,” he smirks, holding eye contact. “Ha,ha” you laugh sarcastically, “you should've said something, I wouldn’t have kept you.” 

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” he says, opening the plastic pack of cutlery. Now it was your turn to stare and watch him eat. Simon didn’t eat like Johny, Johnny was a messy eater and he talks with his mouth full. Johnny does that weird thing where you drink and chew. 

Not Simon, Simon covers his mouth, and he chews with his mouth closed, his head is mostly down when he eats. He’s kind of fast, not in a disruptive way where you can hear his teeth grinding, but in a; I only have a certain time to eat before I get back here or there. You can see where some of military habits show, when people are in the way of where he needs to go, he says “Move.” instead of excuse me, always says Hurry, or quickly after he asks you to do something.  

the way his brows twitch a little with each chew. The way his jaw tenses and then releases, His knee sort of bounces a bit when he’s sitting. And those long eyelashes that rest slightly above his cheek.

Simon finishes his food, throwing his used cutlery and washing out his food container. 

“You done staring?” He teases. 

“sorry.”

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[greatooglymooglyyy]

Spaces (Matt Sturniolo)

contains: angst, a not-so-happy ending, cheating allegations, general frustration, verbal argument, 800+ words

a/n: y'all this will be a two parter so stay tuned. love ya!

“And you have to go tonight?” I shift my phone to my other ear, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“Yeah, baby. It’s a last-minute collab. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Matt says, his voice fading in and out of clarity as he shuffles through his room grabbing clothes.

“No, I mean, it’s fine. I just thought we’d-”

“Sorry, hold on. Nick! I swear to god, if you still have my sweater, I’m gonna kill you.” Matt yells up the stairs. I pull the phone away from my ear and count to five. I’m trying to stick to my plan and not be a problem but this kid is making it hard. I call Matt’s name twice but, when he doesn’t answer, text him that I’ll talk to him later and hang up.

It makes no sense that him canceling our date tonight is bothering me so much, but I can’t help it. It’s really starting to feel like our lives are running parallel to each other and I don’t know how to get them to connect. I have only seen him in person twice in the last three weeks and this is the fourth time this month that he’s cancelled on me. I’m doing my best not to take it personally; of course, he’s busy. But, don’t people make time for what they want? Am I still what he wants?

I run my hand over my face and try to shake it off. I think about calling my best friend but I doubt Nick will give me any good advice about his brother. God, I gotta get more friends.

I flop onto my bed face down and do one of those movie screams into my pillow to see if it makes me feel better. Huh. Surprisingly effective. My phone dings and I glance over at it:

Matty B🧊:

Call you as soon as I land. Love you

Yeah if he doesn’t have 80 more important things to do. I roll over and close my eyes. Maybe after a nap, I won’t feel so jaded.

*************************************

I wake up to the sun rising in a panic, sure that I must have missed Matt’s call. But, nope. Instead, it's my TikTok that’s going crazy with over 100 people tagging me in some video. I take a deep sigh before clicking it, already knowing it can’t be good. The video is of Matt and a pretty TikTok girl whose name I can’t remember. They’re at some party and standing a little closer than I'd like. The video is quick, only maybe 4 or 5 seconds, and there’s nothing super incriminating. The way they are tagging me and going off on him in these comments, you’d think he was fucking her in the middle of the dance floor.

I exit the app and go to call Matt before I stop myself. Okay, maybe the video isn’t that crazy. But not calling when you said you were and then going to a party instead AND having the internet blowing my phone up? That’s beyond me. If Matt wants to talk, he’s gonna call me first.

I get up and head to my shower, deciding to reach out to my coworker and see if she’ll have breakfast with me.

*************************************

“So you think he’s cheating?” Kayla asks, reaching over to give my phone back.

“Nah. If I thought that, please know I’d be on a flight getting ready to cause mayhem.” I laugh. “I just want to know that he’s still in this like I am.”

“I get that.” She says with a sigh, resting her face on her palm. “Y’all need better communication.”

Just as I’m about to agree, my phone goes off. Guess Matt’s awake. I reach down and click the side button to silence it. I’ll call him back later.

“Anyway, what’s up with you and that strawberry guy?”

“Girllllllll…”

When we are done eating, we part ways making plans to meet up again next week. I finally check my phone again and my eyes widen at the amount of times the triplets have collectively called me. Nick alone has Facetimed me 13 times. “What the fuck?” I mutter under my breath before I click Matt’s name.

He answers quickly, his voice rushed. “Whatever you think I did, it’s not fucking true.”

“Um, whatever happened to hi, how are you-”

“I’m deadass serious.” He cuts me off, his tone sharp.

“Oh okay. So you didn’t blow off calling me to go to a party?” I say, making my tone just as lethal. “And you didn’t have the internet blowing my fucking phone up this morning?”

“If you honestly think-”

“That you are that stupid? Matt. I’m not that insecure. But, I don’t appreciate the way you’re handling me at all. And I promise you if you keep it up, you’re gonna lose me.” I end the call and toss my phone back into my jacket pocket, heading back to my car.

a/n: part two out now

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[musings-of-a-college-dork]

A Bumpy Ride…

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word count: roughly 4.8K

After a Halloween Party has gone awry, Eddie needs some private time with his girlfriend...but where to go…

Warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), mentions of a prior fight, terms of endearment (good girl, angel, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc), unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), aftercare included (so important y’all), squirting, subspace though not explicitly stated, oral (f receiving), fluffy sex for the most part! 

Author’s note: Sooooo there was a post I saw a while ago from @dearramiel saying that they needed feral Eddie the first time his girlfriend lets him hit it raw so…and turns out I had already written that for a longer fic…so here it is! And it’s in the van no less! Enjoy!

It had been a long night. What was supposed to be a fun Halloween party at Gareth’s house had turned into a brawl when Jason and the rest of the jocks dared to show their stupid smug faces. While the Corroded Coffin members had managed to push the jocks out of the house, Y/N had taken the time to check in with everyone else and got the party back into full swing right as Eddie’s head popped around the corner. She had just finished carrying a friend of hers to a nearby chair after they had too much, handing them off to Robin who was doing her best to have a good night. 

“Do you need to lean on someone now?” Eddie asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I should be asking you that,” Y/N said as she turned back to him, “Jason got you in the side pretty hard huh?” 

“You’re giving him too much credit”, Eddie lifted his shirt and Y/N observed the budding bruise that was growing on the surface area on his lower abdomen. “Holy shit,” he got a closer look and poked it. “OWW FUCK” he moaned.

“Here,” Y/N said as she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the skin, “That better?”  Eddie said no words. No think. He just looked at her. And made some indiscernible sound that went like “Garethasgusroom.” 

“What?” Y/N giggled as she stood back up, allowing her hands to rest on his chest. 

“I think I need some first aid,” he sighed, resting his hands on her neck, while stroking the base of her head. 

“Well then…” She smiled, “Why don’t we get out of here? Everyone is so caught up, I doubt they’ll notice.”

“People will absolutely notice that you’re gone,” he whispered. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down the stairs “but they’ll manage” he went back to running, flinging open the front door.  

“Real subtle, Munson,” She teased as she shut the door behind them, careful as to not further damage Gareth’s house. 

“You’re not fast enough”, he scooped her up and began sprinting to his vehicle, which was supposed to be sexy, but ended up giving Y/N a little whiplash. 

“Eddie, if you need me that bad we shouldn’t have stayed long enough for Jason to have his hissy fit,” she teased as they arrived at the car, Y/N glad to be on the ground again as she held the side of the van for support while she found her feet. 

“You are so powerful,” he blurted. “Like seriously. I was kinda scared. But… I kinda liked it. I like how protective you are. You remind me of me,” he opened the back door and offered her a hand inside. “But you don’t have to be so strong all the time.” 

Y/N melted at that sentiment and he watched as her eyes went wide. It was a state he noticed she got into every once in a while, usually when she was feeling overwhelmed, needing him to take the reins and hold on tight.  

“I don’t?” she asked, her tone going high, taking a step closer. 

“Nope,” Eddie popped that ‘p’.  He could watch as she looked for words before taking his hand instead, the final nail in the coffin that allowed him to take over. With that he picked her up and helped her into the back of the van, climbing in after. He made sure to shut the doors behind him and when he looked back at her she was gazing up at him like he had hung the moon and stars. A while ago, he had opted to make the back of the van comfy - pillows and blankets around. The guys had asked and he said it was since they were traveling more for the band, he wanted them to be comfy…but they all knew that was far from the truth.

Eddie was reminded of the real reason as he watched Y/N’s fingers dig into the blanket she was laying on top of, a soft sigh coming from her as Eddie leaned in. Her hands instantly went to his shirt and she went to pull him in for a kiss only for him to tut and reach one hand over, his other lifting her head to rest a pillow underneath it. 

“You comfy, sweetheart?” He asked, his hand coming down to rub circles over where he could feel her hip bone. She let out an affirmative hum and it was like the stress began to melt off of her, making him smile. “You wanna let me take care of you tonight, Y/N?” She nodded and whispered out a soft “yes,” making him smile as he leaned in to kiss her. 

“Are you sure this is what you want right now?” He asked genuinely as he paused, thinking over the events of the night, “we can also just go home or stay here and cuddle-“

“No,” she shook her head and turned his face to look at her, “I really want this. Need to…need to not think for a while. Just want to be with you.” Eddie melted as he saw the trust and sincerity in her eyes. This wasn’t the first time she’d had a day in which she really needed to forget it all in a way only he could provide. 

“You’re so sweet when you get like this,” Eddie said softly, his voice genuine, as he kissed her and pulled away only to speak, “You’re so strong baby, so damn strong. When you let me see you like this, uh,” he let out a groan as he ground into her, allowing her to feel how hard he was through his jeans, “You get me like this all the time but when you let go and just let me make you feel good, take care of you,” he ran out of words and just kissed her until he felt her give a little tug to his shirt, causing him to pull back, “You ok, Y/N?” He brought his one hand up to caress her face as he looked down at her with concern, “Was that too much?”  

“No,” she shook her head quickly, her eyes blown wide as she still held onto him, “I…I trust you so much,” She confessed, “That’s…that’s why I think…I feel safe to not be so strong…with you…if that’s ok?” Eddie positioned himself over her so that their noses were grazing. 

“Y/N, you make me strong. If I get to be the person you lean on, I’d consider it the highest honor because I love you and nothing else can-”, he stopped. “ I. I. Love. You” Y/N felt her heart skip a beat as he said it, the words he had confessed to her he didn’t think he had the power to say to anyone ever. She had accepted it then, and it really was fine, she didn’t mind it since he showed her every day…but to hear him say it. She instantly tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him down to her, needing to feel every inch of him. 

“Again,” She asked as she pulled away to kiss down his neck. 

“I love you” he breathed. She held him so tight as if this was all that mattered in the world and honestly, it was. He was. 

“Again,” she begged, this time adding on a soft, “Please.” Her tone was so shaky he could have sworn she was close to tears as she sucked marks into his neck, needing him to be hers in every way. 

“I love you”, he ran his hands down her back gripping her so tight as he buried his head into her neck.

“I love you too,” She told him, “So much. Fuck, I just…I love you.” She had held those words in for so long. Since she had told him she loved him and he had expressed he wasn’t able to say those words yet, she hadn’t said them since, trying hard to follow his lead and show him instead of telling him. She wanted so badly for him to be happy, safe, and comfortable with her. He deserved it. And she wanted to give him everything he wanted, everything she had to give. And to say them again, and to hear them, that was everything. 

He pulled his head from her neck and looked down at her again, the sheer adoration in his eyes every time he looked at her something she hoped he’d never lose. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, a message for only her.

“So are you,” she replied, earning a smile from him. She felt his hands slide up her skirt and grip the elastic band of her underwear. He pulled it back so it popped onto her skin with enough force to make her let out a little gasp as he chuckled at her, her returning it with a soft giggle of her own as he buried his face into her neck once more and pressed a kiss there.  

“What color is it tonight?” he smiled into her neck. “Tell me before I see it”.

“Black,” she confessed, “Wanted it to match your jacket.” 

“God you’re such a fucking good girl”, he groaned as he slid his hands into the waistband, ever so slightly tracing over her but never getting near where she needed him most, “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” She let out a soft whine making him chuckle as he traced his fingers over her slit, “You want me here? Is that it?”  

“Yes,” She said, her voice breathless as she gripped his hair even tighter, “Want you-need you,” she corrected as she held him so tightly. “Please, Eddie.”

“Fuck,” he swore as he felt how wet she was despite everything that had happened tonight, “I need you too, baby.” He ran his fingers over her slit a couple times collecting the wetness there before bringing them out, admiring them in the light. He looked down at her, the girl completely blissed out underneath him as he held the fingers up to her. “Suck,” he commanded gently and she did, taking his fingers into her mouth and sucking on them without any hesitation. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” he swore as she whined, grinding up against him for any sort of friction. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, drawing a whimper from her as he did which he quickly stifled with a kiss to her lips. “Can I use my mouth on you baby? Would you like that?”

“Eddie, need you inside-”

“Baby,” he lectured as he moved down, and slowly ran his hands up and down her thighs reveling in the goosebumps in his wake, “You know you need to get ready for that-”

“But-”

“Ssh,” he said as he watched her eyes go glassy at how badly she just needed to forget it all and let him be in complete control, “I’ve got you.” She nodded with a soft whine as he finally pulled down her underwear, letting out a groan at the way she was revealed to him. “Been thinking about this all night,” he confessed as he blew on her, making her whole body shiver, her thighs spreading further apart for him. “Watching you dance with your friends. And then hearing you tell Jason the fuck off. God, wanted to take you right then and there. Didn’t fucking matter half the basketball team was there. Any of those fuckers would like the show.” He slipped a finger into her, watching as she let out a gasp, hands gripping onto anything she could, fingers he knew would soon be tugging at his hair like they always were when she got like this. “Thought about this, putting my fingers in you, having you a little mess for me. And only for me.” She let out a moan as he put another one in, and began to move them inside of her. 

“Shit, you always sound so pretty. My pretty girl,” he purred as he leaned down and began to press kisses to her neck.

“Eddie please-”

“What do you want, angel?” He asked softly as he began to suck hickeys into her neck, one in the exact spot he knew she liked behind her ear. 

“Please fuck me,” she begged, voice so shakey and he knew she was gone, putty in his hands in a way that promised the sweet relief she always needed. 

“Anything for you,” he said as he nodded. He brought his lips down to her clit and kissed there first, gently just to get her used to it, using his free hand to hold her hips in place causing her to sigh out in contentment as he felt her give more of herself over to him. 

“There you go,” he cooed in adoration, “let it all out, baby. I’ve got you.” Y/N’s voice got even higher in pitch as he began to really focus his efforts, his fingers moving inside of her coupled with his mouth moving against her. He knew what she liked at this point, taking his time to not only learn every intricacy of her body but also of her mind when she got like this. Before long, he could tell that she was on the edge, her fingers pulling harder in his hair as she squirmed despite his best efforts to keep her still. 

“Wow, already? You really that pent up for me sweetheart?” He asked only to receive a high-pitched hum. He chuckled and the sound coupled with the vibrations and the way he pressed a third finger into her had her teetering off the edge. The last thing it took to get her there was simple. 

“Let go for me,” he commanded, and she did, with a soft cry, her eyes squeezing shut as she held him impossibly close, needing him. He made sure not to waste a drop, licking her clean and when he came up, he was shocked to find how quickly she sat up to kiss him. He pulled away ever so slightly and she chased his lips until he quickly put a finger to them.

“Is this what you want, baby? You want me inside of you?” He asked gently. She nodded and clutched his shirt. 

“Please Eddie, please. Need you inside so bad,” She confessed, getting so whimpery for him when she got this pent up. 

“Your wish is my command, darling,” he said as he kissed her while her hands wasted no time undoing his jeans and pulling him out. 

“Oh fuck,” he swore as she stroked him gently. He was already hard as a rock when she took him out, pre leaking from his tip as he shuddered on top of her. “Please, just like that.” She laid back down and Eddie was on top of her once more as she stroked him and began to line him up.

“Y/N, wait.” She did, instantly, her eyes going wide as she looked up at him to make sure he was alright. His eyes were wide but his tone soft as he smiled at her, reminding her gently, “I need to put on a-”

“I’m on birth control,” Y/N said quietly. Eddie’s eyes went even wider as he processed exactly what she was saying to him, his reaction of shock and surprise making her continue on, “And…I know you’re clean…and I am too…so…if you want…”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked, his hands coming to hold her cheeks and scan her eyes for any sign of hesitation at all, “You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” She nodded, “Need you. Need all of you.” 

“Fuck,” he swore again as he braced himself, his hands pressed so hard into the floor of the van, “If you’re sure-”

“I am if you are,” She double-checked with him. He nodded, a soft smile on his lips before he came down and kissed her so softly, slowly beginning to inch himself into her. 

It was a very different feeling, one that was new for both as he slid into her, taking pauses as their moans and pants mixed together. 

“Holy shit,” he swore having to pause half way through from the way she was squeezing down on him, “you’re so fucking tight,” he chuckled, causing her to gasp which in turn had her clenching around him making it worse. He cringed in pleasure, hissing as he brought his hand down to draw soft slow circles on her clit, “Gonna need you to relax for me, sweetheart or I won’t last long.” Y/N kissing on his neck to distract herself from the burning stretch wasn’t helping him to keep from blowing right then and there. He tried to allow his mind to wander elsewhere as he had in the past when he had been too close too fast with other people but this time, all he could think about was her. 

After a couple of more moments, he felt her buck her hips, a clear indication that she wanted more of him, all of him. 

“Please,” she begged as she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him, red lips swollen from the way he had been kissing her. “All of it.” He nodded and complied, pressing the rest of the way into her with a hiss, hands worming their way under his shirt to dig her nails into his back.

“Holy-”

“Fuck-

“Oh my god,” he groaned as he pressed his lips to hers, anything to tell her how good he felt at this moment. He kissed her so passionately, her whimpering underneath him fueling him as he pulled out ever so slightly as a test, both moaning into each other’s mouths. 

“Still want another minute?” He asked as he pulled away, trying his best to maintain his last thread of sanity to check in with her, resisting the urge to fuck her into next week. “I can-”

“Please move,” she begged, her one hand tangled in his hair as the other ran scratches down his back, “Need it so badly, please Eddie, please!” And just like that, his last shred of sanity snapped. He pulled all the way out and then filled her again in one fatal swoop drawing a shriek from her before he pressed his hand over her mouth. 

“Remember, baby,” he said as he stilled inside her for only a moment, “If you’re a good girl for me like you’re being right now, I always give you exactly what you want. I’m going to right now, but if you don’t want everyone here at this party to know, keep being good and try to stay quiet for me, ‘kay?” She nodded and he removed his hand, smiling before he pressed a kiss to her forehead as the hand that was over her mouth trailed down to her neck and without really squeezing, just found home though drawing a whine from her at the feeling of the cool metal rings against the warmth of her throat. The whine was a quiet one as she tried her best to comply with his commands. He knew in times like this that was the only thing she aspired to do. 

“There’s my girl.” He didn’t even give Y/N a moment to breathe before he was back to his brutal pace. Her legs came to wrap around his waist, her nails leaving the most delicious burning string on his back as she clawed at him. She could feel him, every ridge and veins as he continued to fuck her into the next week. And she, oh god, he thought as he took for her all she was worth, she felt like velvet. He couldn’t get past the sound of him fucking in her, the wetness of it all. She was always a perfect fit for him but right now she was squeezing him like a vice - so damn tight he knew he wouldn’t last long. He watched her face contort as she tried her best to keep her moans quiet.

“So good,” he praised her, drawing even more of a moan, “My good fucking girl,” he punctuated each word with an especially rough thrust, feeling her clench so tight around him, the moans falling from her mouth his own version of heaven.

“Shit baby,” he swore, bringing the hand around her neck down to her clit despite her little protests, “I’ve got you. You’re ok.” Her eyes were glossy, makeup running as he continued to ruin her and the way she looked up at him had him pressing his lips to hers like he was poisoned and she was the cure. He felt the tears slip down her cheeks as she clenched down impossibly tight around him. 

“Go on, Y/N,” he whispered in her ear, “Let go.” And she did, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he felt wetness gush from her, coating where they were connected. 

“Fuck,” he swore, unable to hold off his own end as she continued to grip him like a vice. “Shit Y/N I’m gonna-”

“It’s ok,” she managed, her breathing so heavy as she rode out her high, “Please-Eddie-”

“But I’m still-”

“Let go.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he swore again as he couldn’t hold back any longer burying his head into her neck as he came inside of her, the girl gasping and holding him as he did. He continued to thrust shallowly, allowing them both to ride out their highs, before he heard her hiss in pain from the overstimulation and slowed, still inside of her. 

“Shit, Y/N,” he swore as he came up for air, taking in gulps, as much as he could, “I’m…I’m so sor-”

“S’its okay,” she reassured him, the hand in his hair playing with his curls as she pulled his face back into her neck, “Wanted you to. Felt right.” She pulled him away when he went quiet to see the guilt written on his face. She let out a soft sigh, smiling up at him, completely blissed out as she pressed a kiss to his lips. “It’s ok Eddie. Really.” 

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling and letting out a little sheepish chuckle, “I guess I should-”

“Please don’t pull out yet,” she asked softly, causing him to halt any motion to do so, “Just…stay like this with me for another moment…please?” He melted, rolling them both to the side so that she could nestle right into his chest. 

“Of course,” He nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Always.” The pair lay in comfortable silence, just holding each other and being as close as they possibly could, intertwined in every way. God did it feel right. That was all Eddie could think as he held her so close to him, her head tucked into his chest as he kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, meaning it from the deepest part of his soul. 

“I love you too, Eddie,” came her soft reply. He beamed from ear to ear, holding her even tighter as she giggled, finally coming down all the way. 

“We should probably get cleaned up and head back, huh?” Y/N asked as she pulled away just enough so she could look up at him. 

“You just took me raw for the first time, squirted, let me finish inside of you, and now you want to go back to Gareth’s Halloween party?” Eddie asked, laughing in sheer disbelief. 

“Well when you put it like that,” Y/N teased as she too fell into a fit of giggles, becoming aware of how sore she was and the fact that he was still inside of her trying her best to keep him from slipping out, “But yeah we should at least say our goodbyes.” 

“Good thing I equipped the van for this very situation then,” he said as he pulled out of her with a little hiss, drawing a gasp from her. Eddie sat up as Y/N rolled onto her back and his eyes were instantly glued to her center, watching as their combined release dripped out of her.

“Holy shit,” He swore, his fingers moving to put some of it back in as it oozed out of her.

“Eddie!” She scolded with a gasp causing him to bring both of his hands up in defense.

“Sorry, sorry!” He said as his eyes reminded glued, his hand not covered in slick searching blindly for where he put the damn towels and wet wipes. “I- I just…”

“Eddie Munson I swear to God if you get hard again-” The pair both dissolved into giggles as he finally tore his eyes away, searching in earnest. 

“What Y/N L/N?” He teased as he finally found them and returned to her to clean her up with the utmost gentleness. “You gonna scold me? You might wanna watch out on that front since that could result in me getting hard too. Did you miss what I said about loving that you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad?”

“You said I was so damn sexy when I’m strong,” Y/N teased as he finished cleaning her up allowing her to sit up as he cleaned himself as well before tucking himself back into his boxers, “It’s when I’m angry now?”

“Why not both?” He asked, sticking his tongue out at her as he went to redo the zipper of his pants before laughing. “Damn, guess I should have taken these off all the way, huh?” Y/N looked down to find them covered in her release and went neon red, burying her head in her hands as he laughed. 

“Oh my god, Eddie I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, hey,” he said with a laugh as he moved around, looking for something else now, “I’ve known the risks since the first time we ever did anything, remember?” She went even redder the memory of the first time he fingered her. “I am…as always…fully prepared,” he pulled out a new pair of pants with an “ah ha” from somewhere in the van, “See! I’ll be good as new and as long as we fix up your hair and makeup, they’ll never know!”

“And what about your hair?” She asked as she reached for the little makeup case he kept in his glove box just for her. 

“My hair is always glorious,” he said with a beaming smile as she attempted to change pants, rather unsuccessfully, eyeing her ass as she was yet to pull down her skirt. “It just happens to look especially good after sex.”

“And mine doesn’t?” Y/N pouted as she turned to look back at him, having him debate round two with serious consideration before she turned away with a giggle. 

“Oh trust me, it does,” He replied as he pulled her by her hips to sit in his lap as she worked on her makeup, “But,” he began to press kisses down her neck causing her to squirm, “if you go out with messy hair, everyone will know and I thought our tactic was subtly. My hair is always a mess. It’s part of my charm.” Y/N giggled some more as he wrapped his arms around her waist and tucked his face into her neck with one final kiss before watching her apply her lipstick in her little hand mirror. 

“How do I look?” She asked after another minute, looking at him in the mirror.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he said, the sincerity in his voice melting her down to her core. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek as she set the makeup case down in the back and pulled down her skirt at last as they got ready to depart.

“Well that’s good considering that you literally had me crying,” she chuckled as she made sure to wipe away the very last of the mascara on her cheek. 

“The only time I’ll ever make you cry,” Eddie said with conviction and a smile as he went to open the doors. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Ready,” she replied. He smiled and opened them, looking to make sure no one was watching before offering her a hand out of the car. She giggled as he helped her out, quietly closing the doors behind them and sitting her on the edge of the van as he looked at her still carrying her shoes in his hands. 

“Here,” he said as he took them from her, “Allow me.” He kneeled down on one knee, shoe in hand, and began to slip them onto her feet, pressing soft kisses to both ankles as he did. She giggled and he smiled up at her. 

“You’re too good to me,” She said as he stood up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You deserve nothing less,” he replied, giving her one more quick peck so as to not mess up her lipstick before taking both hands and pulling her to her feet. “Now come on,” he beamed as they began to walk back, “if we wait there a second longer, I promise you round two will be in order.” 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie smut #eddie x fem!reader

[kentocee]

Them as your boyfriend • JJK Men HCs • (FLUFF)

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

CW: none just pure fluff and a bit of humor

Cee’s Note: My first JJK hc 🤭 hope y’all enjoy

Gojo

He is so aggy 😭

He loves to tease you

Only bc he finds your pouting so adorable ssgddj

He gonna hit you with a “Aw you mad?” 😛

Tchhh…such a smug bastard 😒

But he’s so sweet and thoughtful

VERY clingy! I’m talking attached to your hip

Shows his affection by always having his arm around you or holding your hand

The type to squish your cheeks with the palm of his hands and slam his lips against yours bc he can 🤭

Geto

If we talkin before he lost his mind 😭 he’s a very subtle lover

He’s not as in your face as Gojo but still enjoys quality time together

Even if it’s just you two in silence focusing on separate things, he feels comfort just from your presence 🥺

Very attentive to your feelings and things you like

Remembering little things that will make your day

As far as PDA, he won’t do it often unless it’s like a quick peck or holding hands

But in private he’s like a pet already curling up to you in bed, wrapping his arms around you

Nanami

UGHH a MAN 😮‍💨

I’m talking a QUALITY MAN

Will make sure you are taken cared of

Very much an acts of service type lover

Will give you the world if he could

Cares about your well being more than his 😭

If you were to take care of him for a change it will catch him off guard but he’d appreciate it so much 🥺

Not much of a PDA person but he is very chivalrous

I’m talking proper gentleman that will open doors for you and give you his blazer if you’re cold

WHEWWWW

Toji

Oh you into the bad boys huh?👀

I think like geto his affection would be very subtle

I’m talkin microscopic 😭

Not big on words of affirmation but shows his love for you through actions

If you ever needed him to do something for you, he will do it

No matter what it is, mans will commit crimes for you if you asked him too sgdjdj

Don’t let his hard exterior fool you, mans is lowkey a little shit sgshssgsh

He’ll make sly jokes and will smirk at your reaction

As far as PDA, he doesn’t usually do it but if he feels like someone is checking you out or trying to make a move on you, his tongue is down your throat in seconds 😭

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x y/n #geto suguru #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto fluff #geto x y/n #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #nanami x y/n #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x y/n #toji fushigro x reader #toji fluff

[snorky]

You Can Hate Me If You Want, But Your Desires Don't Lie

Hey y’all! Here is a Quinn Hughes, very cliché, enemies to lovers, snowed in a cabin trope. Besides that, I’m very proud of how he’s doing so far in this season, and I am very excited to see it continue. I hope you all have a lovely holiday season, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Slight bickering, nothing more nor less.

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As he looked outside the cabin’s living room window, the snow didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. It fell from the darkened sky like meteorites crashing through the atmosphere endlessly.

“It doesn’t look like Jack and Luke are making it up here soon,” he cursed under his breath.

She lounged in a leather reclining chair across the living room from him, watching him intently as he reached into his pocket for his phone to call his siblings. 

“Tough, huh?” She rolled her eyes in annoyance, knowing that she’d be snowed in the cabin with Quinn for the next day.

He gave her a dismissive glance. “Feeling’s mutual,” he mumbled.

Between Quinn and her, things had been sour since middle school, and with his younger brother Luke being best friends with her, he couldn’t avoid her. Every time she was around, his breaths were uneven, words caught in his throat like fish in a net.

He didn’t know why he disliked her so much, or why she seemed to dislike him back. Nonetheless, his heart may or may not have harbored a slight crush on her, as immature as it was, but he tried to push those feelings aside. Perhaps for a few days, few weeks, months, however long it was, it all turned into years it seemed.

Stolen glances, unspoken tension, lightning struck between them, thunder rumbled underneath the surface.  

Luke picked up the phone on the other side, answering Quinn’s call. All she could tell from his tense expressions was that the two younger brothers couldn’t make it up to the cabin. When he looked back at her, he didn’t seem too bright and happy, although he never did have a satisfactory resting face in her opinion.

“They can’t come up because the snowfall is too much,” he sighed. “I guess they didn’t check too far ahead for the weather.”

Humming in response, she turned her attention back to the book she had in hand. She was not too entertained by it, but it held as a distraction to keep her gaze away from Quinn. It was the cliché “best-friend’s-older-brother” situation with him, but as much as she hated the thought of it, she couldn’t help but keep lingering stares on him.

He was just, too pretty, too ethereal. It’d be a sin not to admire someone so beautiful.

Rustling noises came from the kitchen area, presumably Quinn searching for snacks in the pantry. Luckily for him, they had both already brought snacks and some non-perishable groceries to the cabin, stocked in the fridge and in the cabinets.

“Quinny?” She asked in a sing-song tone, cringing internally at her antics. “Can you make a bowl of popcorn for me?”

“Yeah sure, whatever,” he responded, irritation laced in his voice.

Grabbing a bowl, he poured some premade popcorn into it, being quite generous knowing that he’d be mooching off of her bowl because ‘it tastes better’ despite the popcorn coming from the same bag.

As he handed the bowl to her, he stood there idly beside where she sat, a blank stare drawn on his face.

A confused expression formed on her face as she looked up at him. “Are you going to sit down or—?”

“That’s my seat,” he stated plainly.

“You don’t ‘own’ seats, Quinn.”

“No, I know,” he said as he grabbed a handful of her popcorn and stuffed it in his mouth. “But still, that’s my seat.” 

“That’s my popcorn!” He shrugged at her reaction as she reluctantly got up from her seat, moving herself to the couch beside it as Quinn took a seat in the recliner.

She gave him an annoyed look before turning her attention to the TV, putting on some sappy Hallmark Christmas Movie. It was the same old thing with each new movie, but it was such a classic. Tear-jerking, seemingly impossible circumstances combined with romance could never go wrong, to her at least.

“This movie again? Really?” Quinn scoffed, his hand motioning at the TV. “It’s sooo cliché—like you know exactly what’s going to happen next,” he said, slumping into the recliner to the point where it’d seemed like he had become one with the chair.

Grabbing a piece of popcorn, she put it in her mouth, slightly entertained by his ramblings. “Go on.” She motioned.

“What do you mean?”

She let out a small laugh, “Keep talking, since you seem to hate Hallmark movies so much.” Her lips upturned into an amused smile, watching Quinn intently as he tried to explain himself.

“Well, it’s just boring, I guess, in the sense that it’s the same remake with a slightly different plot,” he said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“Yes, but so are most movies,”

They both fell silent, the sound of the sweet-jolly Christmastime music humming in the background as the movie continued to play. It remained like this for a while before Quinn moved from his recliner, getting up to turn off some of the lights in the cabin, dimming the living room slightly.

She noticed his absence, and she quickly got up, moving herself to the recliner, and positioned herself comfortably before continuing to watch the movie, her legs swung over the sides of the chair.

As the movie went on, she became extremely invested despite seeing this movie on multiple occasions before. Her eyes never seemed to drift away from the screen that illuminated the living room, a gut-wrenching, heart-aching scene displayed on the TV as she watched intently.

The two lovers seemed to look at each other in the eyes with such sweet, pure desire, their lips parted in gentle laughter, warm breaths visible in the air as they held hands and stood close. Soft Christmas lights fluttered in the background, seemingly drifting like fireflies around the couple as they danced in the snow.

Quinn came back shortly, his footsteps as quiet as possible as he noticed her comfortable position as she rested on the recliner. He grinned mischievously to himself, knowing that the idea that he had in mind would most likely end up in consequences.

“Boo!”

She let out a blood-curdling scream when Quinn scared her, popping out from behind the recliner suddenly with a scary-looking mask over his face. 

Laughing at her reaction, he moved the mask off his face, letting it sit on the side of his head instead, his messy brown hair slightly stuck to his forehead, a wide grin on his face.

“Wow, you were so scared!” He continued to laugh, hand on the back of the recliner to stabilize himself, meanwhile, she had a rather irritated look on her face as she repositioned herself on the recliner. 

Her face heated up in embarrassment, a flush of warm red on her neck and cheeks. “What the hell, Quinn!” she grumbled, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “That was not funny!”

“You should’ve seen it though,” he chuckled, laughter dying down a bit. “You almost jumped out of your seat!”

Turning her back to him, she faced the TV and continued to watch the movie, attempting to ignore him for the rest of the night. The classic silent treatment. A couple of times she almost faltered, small talk easy to her lips when she was around him, but she held her silence.

However, Quinn didn’t seem to like that, slightly disappointed in the absence of her voice and lack of attention on him. “Hellooo?” He waved a hand in front of her face, causing her to move her head slightly over to see the screen. “Heyyy?”

Plopping himself down on the ground next to the recliner, he leaned onto it, letting out a sigh as he rested his head against it. His hand trailed to her bowl of popcorn, taking a piece or two, and to his surprise, she didn’t seem to mind.

As the movie went on, he slowly became more and more invested in the movie, each scene seemingly more magical and intense than the last.

 “Anyone home in that empty head?” Her voice snapped him out of the trance that the movie had on him. 

He quickly looked up at her, a little embarrassed that he was caught watching the movie as well. “Yeah,” he spoke quietly, the words leaving his mouth like a whisper. “What’s up?”

She grabbed a piece of popcorn and tossed it in her mouth. “Nothin’, just thought you hated Hallmark movies,”

“I don’t hate them—”

“But you said you did?”

He paused and thought about his words, remembering his previous statement about the topic earlier that night. “Okay, well, maybe I magically got blessed by the power of Hallmark movie magic and had a change of heart suddenly,” he spoke in a sarcastic tone, making her laugh.

Rolling her eyes at him, she chuckled. “Okay Mr. ‘I-Had-A-Change-Of-Heart’,” she said as she got up out of her seat. 

As she walked to the kitchen, her bowl in hand, his eyes watched her curiously, wondering what she was doing. Once he heard the water running from the kitchen, he assumed that she was just washing her bowl, and so turned his attention back to the movie.

It was only a few minutes too late until he realized that she had broken her oath of silence.

“You did it! You spoke!” He got up from the ground like an excited toddler, or rather, a young child who just won a game at recess. “Ha! I knew you couldn’t ignore me for the whole night!” he said smugly, walking into the kitchen to join her.

She remained focused on her task, not turning to face him as she finished off rinsing her bowl, but her lips parted as she responded to him. “I could never, Quinn,” she spoke, her voice smooth like honey to his ears. “Could never ignore you.”

Butterflies seemed to be pinned to the insides of his stomach, fluttering as a slight blush was dusted on his cheeks. “You as well,” he spoke under his breath, nervous that if he was slightly louder, she would catch on to the shakiness of his voice.

He walked back to the living room after grabbing a blanket from the closet nearby, settling down cozily on the recliner as he continued to watch the movie. Shortly after, she came back into the living room, lying down on the couch on her side to face the TV.

The night only seemed to grow colder as it went on, the heating seemingly doing nothing in the cabin. Quinn only noticed a slight chill in the air, but she felt like she was freezing. Her hands felt cold, as well as her feet and the tip of her nose. 

She shivered slightly, curling up instinctively to try and keep herself warm. He looked over at her in slight worry, his scary-looking Halloween mask still resting on the side of his head. Getting up, he grabbed his blanket and placed it on her, causing her to look up at him in confusion.

“What? No—” She pushed the blanket back to him, making him hold it in his hands. “You can keep the blanket since it’s cold,”

He shook his head in opposition, denying the blanket. “You need it more than me,”

Looking up at him, she got up from the couch, standing with her face mere inches away from his, her hand lightly ghosting up his arm, memories sparkling in his eyes like a sunset on the lake in Michigan. His eyes softened as he looked at her, a wordless ‘do you want it?’ being asked, with her nodding her head.

As soon as she did, he pressed his lips against hers frantically as she leaned in closer to him, his hand snaking its way to her lower back, pressing her closer to him. He gently held the side of her face, thumb stroking her warm cheek with delicacy.

Her hand went to the back of his head, deepening the kiss as her fingers entangled themselves into his soft hair, hearing a sigh fall from his mouth as she did so.

They pulled away from each other breathlessly, their lips slightly parted and swollen from kissing, a pretty shade of rose covering their faces. He let out a small laugh, a sweet one as he held her close, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he said bashfully, smiling awkwardly, and yet he was still so pretty in her eyes.

“Really?” Her voice was quiet and unsure, needing some sort of confirmation that he wasn’t lying. “I thought you were annoyed by me?” She sat down on the couch, moving over slightly so that he could sit down beside her.

He let out another laugh, sitting down with her. “I could never be annoyed by you, I just thought you hated me.” It seemed like a weight came off of his shoulders as he said that, getting the words off of his chest. “Sorry—”

She kissed him again, holding his face gently on both sides, silencing him from talking as she pressed her lips onto his, feeling him relax into the kiss. Pulling away, she spoke quietly, “You know I could never hate you.”

The look in his eyes could only be described as ethereal, glimmering like snow as he looked at her. “Promise?” He held his pinky finger up, a gesture of eternal promise in his heart.

She locked her pinky with his, “Promise.” Her smile seemed brighter than the sun to him, it was his warmth, comfort. 

They both rested on the couch, maybe even thankful that his two younger brothers couldn’t come up to the cabin. The movie continued to go on as they both cuddled up to each other, blanket over the both of them, Quinn’s arm wrapped around her waist.

It was just the perfect cheesy Hallmark ending that he would’ve hated so much, and yet he savored the moment of her, asleep in his arms, his own eyes growing tired and sleepy. 

#nhl writing #nhl #quinn hughes x reader #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #vancouver canucks

[bakubunny]

will i probably make a longer fic….yeah. until then. i’ll put it here.

cw: shinso/shota/reader , a lil fauxcest, a lil daddy kink

your previous ask has my head spinning. it’s just something about shota taking care of his good girl while also trying to show his bratty successor how to fuck you properly. and yeah, i headcannon shin’ as more dominant, but put him around shota and he’s nothing but a mouthy nuisance just like katsuki.

“so noisy, aren’t ya…that’s what gets you off, fuckin’ a retired hero.” he’s grinning in your face, thumbing at your tears as sho’ is absolutely going to town on your poor pussy. skin clapping against skin echos around the room and you’re too fuzzy to even respond.

“too dumb to speak huh?”

“hitoshi,” shota’s voice, loud and clear as he slows his hips, “i’d pay attention if i were you, last i checked this was a learning moment.”

shinso rolled his eyes, maybe at the older man, definitely at the way you were pushing your hips back for more.

“you make it seem like i don’t know how to fuck her. it doesn’t take much to make her babble.”

shota nodded, reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair, arching your back and making your stare directly at shinso.

“tell big brother shinso who fucks you the best, doll. who makes you feel good.”

he sent a painfully deep thrust into your core, making you cry out, “you! you do daddy!”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫okay i’ll shut up

hitoshi rolls his eyes even harder when he sees your legs start to shake yet again. the fifth time, to be exact. you must really be something pathetic, he thinks, if this old man can make you cum like a fucking whore with barely any work. he hasn’t fucked you yet, but if this was any indication, hitoshi guessed he’d have you falling apart on his cock in no time.

“…daddy, ‘m gonna-!”

“that’s it, honey. don’t stop. let it all out and don’t stop….”

this took me out so fucking bad y’all. i’m not gonna recover.

#on fridays we share with the class #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #shinsou hitoshi #shinso Hitoshi #aizawa smut #shinsou smut #aizawa x reader #shinsou x reader #x reader #f!reader #tw daddy kink #tw dark content #tw fauxcest #🔪 #💖 #🍬 #faves #aizawa faves #shinsou faves

[justkennadi]

Seeing Nerd!Armin’s dorm for the first time

Notes: Kinda continuation of my nervous nerd post but it doesn’t have to be if u don’t want to

content: Nerd!Armin x blk/fem!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive here and there but nothing too explicit 👍🏾

- Armin called you the second he got back to his dorm, he just loves ur voice sm!

-The boy was obsessed i tell y’all…

- You guys talked for hours that night and for the next few weeks you guys would talk every night until like 3am talking about whatever…

- “Sooo, you got a roommate or sum?”, You’d ask one night.

-“Oh, not really. I live in the coed mini apartments. We have our own rooms…I guess it still counts though huh…” Armin softly said.

-Come to find out y’all both do!

-After learning this you asked to come over one day.

-Armin was a nervous wreck. He spent hours trying to clean up and make the place look nice before you came over. He also begged Eren to leave too.

-“Why?” Eren asked but Armin not wanting to really say just responded in a squeaky, “…Because!”

-Eren just stared for a second and then busted out laughing, “OHhhh, i see..😏”

-Armin tried to explain that’s not what was happening here but Eren just yelled back, “Have fun!” as he left out the door.

- Armin was in the middle of cleaning his glasses when you knocked on the door. He jumped a bit as his heart began to beat and he stared to blush at the thought of you seeing where he stayed.

-After one last quick check in the mirror he opened the door, greeted you and to his surprise you gave him a hug!

-He kinda just froze and smiled. Very awkward but cute..

-You wore a cute plain green dress that went to your knees, a black jean jacket to go over it and some black uggs. You also had your hair in a bun(if u don’t have enough for a bun sorry just pretend u got a wig on or something). He loved how good you looked even in simple outfits.

-He let you in as you looked around admiring how neat it was. “It’s so cleannn up in here, y’all might be the cleanest college boys i know!” You exclaimed. “Where is your roommate anyway?”

- “Oh, um, out..” Armin said blushing a little at your compliment.

- “Is he a smarty pants like you too?”

-“No, um, not at all..” Armin said. He stared at you as you laughed at that. He couldn’t believe you were in the place he stayed.. He fr had a girl over!!

- Armin showed you around a bit, avoiding Eren’s messy room and saving his own for last. He mainly focused on his favorite parts like the plants by the window and the bookshelf in the hallway.

- “So, what do you want to do now y/n?” Armin asked after he finished showing you the tiny kitchen. You smiled at how he said your name. It kinda had a sultry tone but you didn’t know if he meant that or not.

- “Um…i don’t know. Can i see your room?” You kind of hesitated to ask cause you didn’t want him to think you wanted to do anything crazy just yet, tbh you just wanted to see😭

- “Oh! Uh, sure, follow me…” He led you to his room and opened the door and stepped aside so you could go in..

- It was really clean and definitely showed his nerdy personality. Book, books and more books first of all. His desk was clean but also messy at the same time? Papers and folders and a couple textbooks covers the top and on the desk hutch there were more books and some pencils.

- His bed was made and he seems to go for a black and white theme throughout the room. He had black bedsheets, his desk was white and his curtain had a black and white pattern. Oh and it smelled nice, like fresh laundry.

- “I like your room, Arlert.” You turned to him and saw his whole face was red.

-“Oh, um yeah, thanks…” He mumbled. He was just flustered at the fact a girl was in his room!

-You laughed at this and poked him and teased, “Stop being so nervous, boy!”

-He just smiled at you and laughed a bit. This is when you noticed how soft and blue his eyes were behind his lens.

- Y’all spent the rest of that evening really chilling and watching shows on hulu/netflix/whatevr. Armin ordered a pizza which was plain but you weren’t complaining cause it was a sweet gesture.

-You left at around 8 but before you got out you hugged Armin again to say bye and Eren walked in.

-“Heyyy, pretty lady.” He smirked after seeing you. You pulled away from Armin and he rolled his eyes. Eren laughed it off and said he was joking(he already had eyes on another girl anyways). You just waved and left.

-“Sooooo?” Eren asked looking over at a very embarrassed Armin who just said, “No, we did not.”

- You both ofc called each other again that night to talk about that day and when Armin should come over to your place next time.

-You both felt closer than ever after that day ❤️

#nerd armin #aot x black reader #x black reader #armin imagines #armin x reader #armin x fem reader #x female reader #armin x black !fem reader #aot fluff #aot imagines #armin fluff #x reader fluff #arminisanerd #armin x black reader #aot x female reader #modern aot #modern au

[kyojurismo]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. +18 nsfw, 1.9k words, age difference (reader is in her 20s, satoru is in his 30s), top!satoru, dub-con, fingering, nipple play, degradation, not proofread + pls notify me if there’s something else to tag, i’ll fix it asap.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. hello dear readers. i know it took me a whole month to start posting something for my kinktober event, but life (and my depression) got in the way, so i wasn’t able to fully dedicate myself to writing (i take this opportunity to also remind y’all that 1. i do it as a hobby and 2. eng is not my first language). starting w day 6 bc i suddenly got the desire to write for satoru lol. well, that’s all from me now, i hope you guys will enjoy and please be sure to read the tags carefully !! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

satoru gojo was a close friend to your father, they worked together and sometimes he would invite satoru for dinner. he was charming and funny, so of course it never disturbed you. he also looked incredibly handsome, with those beautiful light blue eyes and white hair.

he looked so sad when you mentioned you were gonna move out for college, saying that he liked your young presence and your sense of humour, especially how you two often ended up talking about scary movies — a passion you two had in common.

you recently got back home, your father’s birthday was getting closer and you wanted to organise something to celebrate it, as long as help him decorate the house for halloween.

you weren’t exactly a fan of halloween costumes, more like you enjoyed the atmosphere and watching others dressing up as something.

you finished preparing yourself a snack when your phone started ringing, your father’s name appeared on screen.

“hey dad!”

“i’m gonna get home late tonight, i’m sorry baby. gotta catch up to some work, but we can watch the movie once i’m back if you’re not sleeping already. how does it sound?”

you took a couple of seconds to reply, because well — you’ve been looking forward to it for days, but you also knew that his job was important and that he couldn’t really left early because ‘he has some movie to watch’.

“yeah, sounds good. i’ll try my best to stay awake.”

“great! i asked satoru to pass by and check on you. i think he’ll bring something to eat too.”

“dad… i’m not fourteen, i don’t need a babysitter.”

“i know, i know. he just offered since it’s his day off.”

“whatever. see ya later.”

you hung up the phone and rolled your eyes. it was obvious your dad asked him to come over and check on you, but you didn’t mind it that much. he would leave quickly and you would end up having the rest of the evening all for yourself.

at least, that what you thought.

“i’m so surprised to see you,” you opened the door, sarcasm clear in your voice. you didn’t expect to see satoru dressed up as none other than the slender man. you chuckled, checking the mask a bit closer. “wow. you really got into it, huh?” satoru didn’t answer at first, playing the part before you rolled your eyes and walked back into the kitchen, leaving him there.

you heard the door closing a couple of seconds later, while grabbing your sandwich. satoru took off the mask and sighed deeply, glancing around the place. “what if it wasn’t me?” he sounded serious, concerned about your careless behaviour. “my father told me you were coming over to check on me, mr. babysitter.”

he rolled his eyes and put the bag with your food on the kitchen island, before looking at you. “what are you up to tonight?” he casually asked, watching you eating your sandwich in silence. you shrugged before meeting his eyes. “i’m gonna read or watch something, waiting for my dad to come home. what about you?” you smiled innocently, as if you didn’t have in plan to do a marathon of your favourite horror movies.

“dunno. my friend ditched me, so i’m all alone in this frightening night,” he pouted before smirking at your change of expression. “i’m talking about suguru, not your father.”

you rolled your eyes and pretended to be offended. you finished eating your sandwich and put the plate away. “well? are you leaving?” you asked him, making him gasp dramatically. “kids today are so poorly mannered! is this the right way to treat an old man?”

“you’re not that old, that’s also why i don’t get it how you became my father’s best friend in the first place,” satoru was around thirty years old, like ten years younger than your father. “i’m everyone’s favorite person,” he winked and you shook your head, chuckling. “you’re not, really.”

satoru looked offended and followed you into the living room, waiting for an apology. he got none. “whatever. can i stay over? maybe we can watch something together,” he asked you, genuinely interested in doing so. you thought about his offer, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt to have some company. “hm, okay. but i’m choosing,” you glanced at him while sitting down on the couch. “yeah, sure. just pick something scary.”

halfway through the movie, satoru started shifting towards you, making it look casual. you bit your inner cheek as your leg touched his, stiffening a little.

“scared?” he murmured during a moment of silence, you shook your head. “hm,” he licked his lips before looking at you, noticing how you were growing nervous.

in reality, he had been looking at you differently since earlier. you felt strange about it, but you tried to ignore it for your own good. maybe he just wanted to mess with you a little like he would usually do.

one of his hand reached your leg and started caressing your clothed thigh, you shivered and quickly glanced down at it as your heart skipped a beat. your attention was caught by the size of his hand, before you slowly looked at his face. satoru’s eyes were glued to the tv, causing you to turn towards it a bit too quickly.

were you misreading the whole situation or … ?

“satoru,” you gathered some courage to call him. “what is it?” his voice sounded deeper and you gulped louder than expected, causing a smirk to appear on his face. “what—” you gasped as his hand tightened its grip on your thigh before moving closer to your center. “hmm?” satoru finally turned to look at you, your heart pounding rapidly into your chest as he casually cupped your sex. you unconsciously clenched your thighs, trapping it between your legs.

“i’m sorry, this movie is becoming more and more boring,” he spoke casually, looking unbothered by the whole situation. he acted like he wasn’t touching your body at all.

your cheeks grew warmer, you tried to find the right words and ignore how it all was affecting your poor body. it was wrong, he was your father’s best friend and he was older than you. it was very wrong… right?

the way his hand was grinding on you caught your attention and you snapped out of it, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “we-we can’t do this… it’s wrong,” you murmured, pushing it away. “is it though? your body is telling me something else,” he chuckled and finally met your face. his gaze felt much more intimidating now, as he hungrily stared down at you.

you felt slick gathering in your underwear and you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, causing a low laugh to escape satoru’s lips. “now now, why lying?” he suddenly pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. you could feel his erection right against your lower back, which caused your whole face to grow warmer.

“satoru, wait–” you tried to say something else before his hands pushed your legs apart, then his hands reached your chest and he grabbed your breasts, groping you experimentally. you bit back a moan, squirming under his touch. “sensitive, hm?” he went to pinch your nipples, playing with your boobs as he liked.

a sparkle of excitement filled your guts, even though a part of you knew it wasn’t right, some other was trying to convince you to give in and let him touch you. he was an experienced man for sure, different from other college students. a part of you was also craving some well deserved release. you tilted your head back, closing your eyes. you jumped as his hands slapped your thighs, making you shiver and moan softly.

“i wanna hear every sound coming from your little mouth, you got that little slut?” satoru spoke right into your ear as one of his hands slipped under your shirt while the other sneaked into your leggings, starting to caress your clothed clit. his hands were cold compared to your actual body temperature, and that caused another shiver to run down your body.

“this is wrong,” you whispered, more for yourself. he smirked and rubbed your clit faster, his hand finding a way to slip under your bra and finally touch your hardened nipple. your will to fight the moans caused by the pleasure provided by his skilled hands left your body and you finally gave in.

you moaned as satoru pushed two fingers into your wet channel, taking advantage of how much wet you were already. his long fingers were able to reach spots you couldn’t, which made your stomach turn as whimpers escaped your parted lips. “you’re this wet for your father’s friend, hm? and those sounds, that some real slutty behaviour,” satoru’s tone was completely different from before, he kept speaking — degrading, you while his fingers worked inside your cunt, thrusting deeply and hitting the perfect spot to make your toes curl and cause your back to arch, unconsciously pushing your chest into his hand. “what are you, some college whore now?” his lips kissed right under your ear, biting your neck softly before licking your shivering skin.

“n-no,” you tried to argue back, your hand grabbed his wrist desperately as you grew close to your climax. “no? then why are you this wet? you enjoy getting manhandled and fucked, huh?” satoru’s movements never faltered. “the way you’re clenching on my fingers tells me you like being degraded too.”

you were too embarrassed to reply to any of his accusations, but also too focused on the incoming orgasm. you tried to clench your thighs together as your pussy spasmed around his fingers, gushing hard as you finally came while crying his name.

you sobbed when his thumb massaged your pulsing clit, making you jolt in his lap and almost hitting his chin with your head. he chuckled at your reaction, deciding to play with you for a couple of seconds more before finally leaving your poor pussy alone.

as his hands finally resurfaced from inside your clothes, you clearly saw him licking his fingers clean, groaning softly at the taste. he seemed satisfied even though you were the only one who had the privilege to have an orgasm that night.

“well, little star,” satoru moved your body off of him and placed you back in your previous position, you were still a bit dizzy from what just happened. “time to go,” he got up and stretched, before turning to look at you. “you should change yourself, hm?” he glanced at your ruined leggings before cupping your cheek with his large palm, caressing your warm skin. “i’m proud of my little slut,” he murmured before tracing your lips with his thumb, smirking at you. “goodnight,” he then patted your head and walked towards the main door, opening and closing it in a swift motion. he left as if nothing happened, he didn’t asked if you enjoyed it or not — your cunt sure did. your head was filled with too many thoughts at once. it was alright, it was wrong, it felt good, he knows how to treat a woman, he’s an asshole, it was so hot.

then one single thought filled your mind, causing you to fall back against the cushion of the couch. you found yourself staring at some random point in front of you.

satoru gojo, one of your father’s best friends, made you cum with his fingers… and it felt a bit too good.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @naomi-nana @euphiroo @eynnwwyjth @titantears @plast3c @katsuslover

#🩶 — kinktober 23 !! #📂 — writing !! #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo drabble #satoru gojo blurb #satoru gojo one shot #satoru gojo imagine #satoru gojo fanfic #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen smut

[goldenseresinretriever]

Ruthie. These .5 chapters HAVE👏🏻ME👏🏻!!!!!!

Please please please please please (if you have the time or want to. You and your real life stuff comes first) do a chapter 8.5. I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED to know what Jake was talking about while Bunny was out of the room!!!

All the smoochies to you, babes! Thanks for sharing with us!

I’m so glad you’re enjoying them! I love writing them! You and @sailor-aviator both requested a Chapter 8.5 and who am I to deny y’all. I will say… this ended up being 5k words so um… ENJOY!

~Jake’s POV of the end of Chapter 8, aka the unofficial Chapter 8.5~

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” You scamper over and squat down in front of Jake’s knee, concern tugging at your eyebrows, gently running a finger down the brace, and sending an involuntary shiver down Jake’s spine at the gentle touch. Natalie interjects before he can truly enjoy it, though.

“Not so fast, Stitch, this is my court, remember? Hands off.” You turn and scowl up at her but retreat to a chair in the corner, awkwardly as Natalie takes your place. Even though he knows he should be focused on the questions that she’s asking about his pain levels he can’t take his eyes off you and the way you’re looking at Natalie. Your nose is slightly wrinkled in distaste. Are you, jealous? He feels his heart squeeze hopefully at the thought, nerves dancing in his stomach instead of a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Because this is different. He knows he has you in the way he used to crave with other women back when he was younger, looking for something different. Hell, you had his jersey signed and framed above your fucking bed for God’s sake. He suppresses a groan as his cock twitches in his shorts. You have his fucking jersey hanging over your bed. Sure he has your attention, that much was evident last night. He thinks back to the sound of your little moans and whimpers as he kissed you last night when he thought that he might have more than just that. That there was a chance that he had your heart.

“Hey Jake,” Natalie bursts him out of the bubble of his thoughts, smirking up at him from where she’s seated on a rolling stool so similar to the one you have back in your examination room that he almost forgets it’s not you sitting there across from you until Natalie gives him a pointed look before moving her eyes to the barely noticeable bulge in his shorts. Jake’s cheeks pinken and he swallows as she smirks, fighting a laugh. “I’m going to say you’re not in that much pain, huh?” He clears his throat before shaking his head, not trusting his voice right now. Natalie just nods, giving him a knowing smile before casually rolling the stool to keep his very incriminating crotch out of your eye line before she turns to you, asking about the file in your hand while Jake focuses on literally anything else as he tries to kill his erection before it really gets going. He looks back up as you excuse yourself to the bathroom, giving you a questioning look as he tries to make sense of the uncomfortable expression on your face but you don’t acknowledge him as you slip out the door.

Natalie turns back to him. “So,” she clasps her hands in her lap. “Mr. Seresin, do you find yourself often plagued with erections during medical checkups or just when Stitch is in the room?” She makes a show of checking his chart as Jake chokes. “There’s nothing here in your chart about it, but there are a number of conditions you could be suffering from.” She smirks, waggling her eyebrows at him playfully.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stammers, trying his best to backtrack as your words asking him for a professional relationship at work play through his mind. If Natalie says anything to anyone, you’re ruined and he can’t do that to you, especially after everything you’d told him last night. He won’t be the reason that you lose everything that you’ve worked so hard for, and if he is, he can’t possibly have it be over his inability to manage his arousal whenever you’re around. Her eyes soften.

“Look, I’m just teasing, and believe me when I say I know what’s at stake with your little crush, but I know Stitch and let me just say? I wouldn’t say it’s exactly one-sided.” Jake perks up at that, part of him is embarrassed at how easy he’s taking the bait if that’s what this is, but the other part of him trusts Natalie. She’s been nothing but kind to you since you’d walked through this door, seemingly genuine about her friendship and obvious affection for you. She chuckles. “I mean, I know it’s nothing compared to some other girls, but she was going full little green monster just now, and I think she’s just self-aware enough to excuse herself before she did something stupid, but that’s just Stitch. She’s passionate, especially about the things she loves.” She gives him a soft look and Jake flushes. There’s no way that you love him. He thinks you might like him, maybe a little more than a little bit, but love? “Not to mention she’s been obsessed with you for years.” His heart aches a little at that and he thinks back to the wall behind your bed, covered with various memorabilia of his. Not just the jersey, but pucks, photographs, Stars pennants, and even a battered Stars cap hanging from one corner of your headboard.

“Obsession doesn’t mean attraction, though.” He says carefully. “At least not…” he hesitates, the words sitting heavy on his tongue because saying them will incriminate him, and give voice to the feelings he’s held inside for so long. Feelings he hasn’t shared with anyone, even Javy, even though they’d promised no more secrets. “Not romantic attraction.”

“Are you kidding? She’s like your biggest fan.” Natalie laughs, shaking her head gently even as her eyes sparkle at the mention of romantic attraction and Jake’s backward confession. “And not in a weird way either.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jake asks, still unable to believe what his heart so desperately wants to.

“What I mean is, one time we went to one of your games here in Anaheim? And there were these two girls in front of us who wouldn’t shut up about how badly they wanted you to break their backs like glow sticks, and one of them even had a pair of her panties she was gonna try to get you to sign and Stitch got so annoyed that she dumped her Coke on them and tried to play it off as an accident.” Natalie howls with laughter at the memory as Jake’s breath catches in his chest. He can’t imagine his sweet girl dumping a Coke on those two puck bunnies but he knows the scowl you probably wore on your face as you did it. He’s been on the receiving end of it enough times when he teases you.

“And whenever the guys at work were talking shit during playoffs, she’d always shut them down, rattling off your stats from memory.” Natalie laughs gently. “So yeah, she’s kind of your biggest fan.” Jake’s heart aches so painfully at the thought of you scowling at your colleagues, that oh-so-familiar rage you get in your eyes when he exposes one of his broken pieces, furiously protective, of him. To think that you’d been fighting for him longer than he’d even known you existed knocks the breath from his lungs and he’s not sure he knows how to breathe anymore. The squeak of the door handle yanks him back to the present as you reenter the room, a nervous smile on your face. He can’t help the way he looks at you with unabashed awe, his vengeful guardian angel, standing in front of him with a flaming sword, desperate to protect him, when all he ever wants is to be able to do the same for you.

***

The scans are finally done and Jake hates to admit how exhausted he feels. He’s had much more physically taxing days even with his injury, but there’s nothing he hates more than being poked and prodded on a table like a human pincushion. Maybe he can talk you into stopping somewhere for lunch before the two of you head back to the arena for an afternoon of physical therapy. You and Natalie are chatting about nothing in particular. He pays no mind as Natalie pauses to greet the doctor walking by in the opposite direction until you recoil, your shoulder bumping into his chest. He reaches out to steady you, setting a hand on your waist without a second thought.

“Good morning, Natalie, good to see you.” The doctor greets her back as Jake looks up from you just in time to see the doctor’s smile twist into a cruel smirk as his eyes land on you. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise.” Jake’s blood runs cold. It can’t be. It just can’t be. He doesn’t even work here, Jake’s brain tells him. He’s imagining the smirk through his fatigue.

“Oh, do you two know each other?” Natalie chirps, blissfully unaware of the tension between the three of you. She’s stopped walking but Jake can feel your muscles shift into fight-or-flight as your body barely brushes his from how close the two of you are after you bumped into him.

“We worked together at Cedars-Sinai Kerlan-Jobe.” He explains and Jake’s heart stops. It really is him. He’s here, standing in front of you like a horrific that from your fast and smiling like the devil himself. “Good to see you,” He feels you stiffen like you’re suppressing a shudder as your name passes his lips. Jake’s about to see red. How dare he put your name in his mouth, after everything he’s done to sully it.

Natalie turns and starts walking again, still blissfully unaware of what’s going on and Jake watches as the doctor’s eyes fall on the Dogfighters logo on his chest and leans into the two of you, hissing in your face. “I see you’re still spreading your legs for the highest bidder.” Jake sees red and feels you stiffen against him. A growl tears through him and he steps up to the doctor, shielding your body with his. “Watch your fucking mouth.” His voice is low thunder, a warning, trembling as he fights the urge to put the other man into the ground where he stands.

Dr. Anderson just chuckles darkly. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” He gives Jake a lazy once over and Jake feels sick as his slimy gaze drags along his body, even more so that you’ve felt this before, maybe more than once. “Thought you were special? She’s just using you to fuck her way to the top.” That’s enough. Jake lunges at the doctor, self-control completely abandoned but he’s stopped short by resistance at his back. Through his rage, he registers that your hands have come up to fist the back of his sweatshirt.

“Jake, no, he’s not worth it. Just let it go.” You beg quietly, and his heart breaks at the desperation. You’re protecting him again, sacrificing your dignity, and your pride for him. Usually, he’d let the guilt eat him alive later while he steps back because he’d do anything for you whether you asked or not, but especially if you asked. As far as he's concerned, you should never have to beg. No, you deserve the world at your fingertips the second you ask for it. And here you are, begging him to stop. And yet he can’t give you what you want, not this time.

“You’re right, Bunny, he’s not worth it.” He feels your grasp loosen in false confidence in his self-control. His voice is icy. “But you are.” And Jake’s arm snaps forward and he hears you gasp as it makes contact with Dr. Anderson’s jaw. The doctor stumbles back, his face a mask of shock and Jake hears Natalie crying out in surprise. Good, she can take care of you while he takes care of this asshole.

“Jake!” You cry out, trying to get through to him but he’s not listening. He grabs Dr. Anderson by the collar of his coat and drags him so that their faces are barely centimeters away from each other before he growls. His smile is wolfish as he sees the terror in the other man’s eyes. Good. Let him feel even an ounce of the fear, the pain he’s caused you.

“You leave her the fuck alone, you hear me? And if I hear one peep from you about this?” He nods between the two of them. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer and then you’ll know exactly how it feels to have your career ruined,” Jake growls again, getting closer and his leg brushes the doctor’s pant leg. It’s wet. Jake barks a laugh. The coward fucking pissed himself.

He lets go of Dr. Anderson and watches as the other man crumples against the wall, real. Jake turns to you and Natalie, his expression of rage melting into concern when he sees you buried against Natalie’s chest. He starts towards the two of you but Natalie shakes her head at him. “You need to go.” She says, her voice surprisingly firm. Jake doesn’t want to leave you alone, especially while that prick is still around but he knows Natalie’s right. He gives her a sharp nod, chancing a look at your face to see you peeking out from her arms, his heart aching painfully as he walks away from the two of you, back towards the lobby.

He’ll wait for you and then the two of you can talk. If Natalie’s even remotely right about your feelings for him, he wants to know. Hell, he needs to know. Sure, any feelings are still dangerous, lethal even, but if things are mutual, maybe, just maybe there’s a chance the two of you can find happiness. He’d never ask you to give up everything for him, but maybe the two of you can find a solution together.

Just as he reaches the lobby, however, his phone is ringing. It’s Maverick. “Hey Coach, we just finished at the hospital but I think Bugs is gonna be a while longer.” He looks back at the closed door leading to the hallway where he left you with Natalie.”

“Well, I’m gonna need you to come back to the arena ASAP. Zam has a press event scheduled in thirty minutes and you’re team captain, we need you here.” Jake cursed under his breath. Talking to you will have to wait.

“Sure thing, I’ll grab an Uber and see you there in thirty.” He wraps things up with Maverick before shooting you a text letting you know what’s going on. The last thing he wants is you thinking that he’s just up and abandoned you after all that's just happened but he knows he’ll just make things harder for both of you if he stays and misses the press event.

***

The press event has just wrapped and half of the guys are lounging around the break room in their suits, the other half taking the first available opportunity to escape their finer trappings back into workout clothes. Jake and Javy have just left the locker room and are heading back to join the group after losing their suits. Jake hasn’t heard from you yet but maybe you’ve come back to the arena during the press event and you’re just in your office. And yet uneasiness sits heavily in his chest as he walks down the hallway. Before he can chase it away, however, his phone buzzes and he pulls it out to see your name on the screen. He does his best to calm his beating heart as he answers. “Everything okay, Bugs?”

“JAKE!” Your voice is a scream, and he pulls his phone away from his ear at the volume as he stops in his tracks, Javy beside him, concerned. There’s no way he didn’t hear you scream.

“Bunny? Bunny, what’s going on? Are you okay?” All sense of reason has left him at the sound of your terror-filled cry. Javy’s hand is on his arm as he tries desperately to get an answer out of you. Instead, all he hears is you screaming, crying for him, his name laced with your terror. He knows he’ll never truly be able to forget the sound of your cries, that they’ll haunt him for the rest of his life. He should be there, he should be with you. He’s starting to spiral when he hears other voices in the background and the connection crackles before an unfamiliar voice comes through the receiver.

“Sir? Your friend’s been in an accident.” His heart stops. He loses his grip on the phone and Javy grabs it before it can fall, turning on speakerphone as Zam jogs down the hallway towards the two of them.

“Is she okay?” Jake doesn’t recognize his voice.

“From initial inspection, there seem to be no serious injuries but she’s in shock.” Zam’s eyes widen as Javy mouths your name.

“Where, where is she?” Jake begs and the paramedic gives him the location of the crash in exchange for some basic information on you that he does his best to provide. He sends up a prayer of thanks that you’re driving the truck. The pure size of the vehicle served as decent protection from most accidents. He doesn’t give a shit about the truck itself. It’s replaceable, you’re not. He hangs up and turns to Javy. “I need you to drive.” Javy nods without argument, sprinting off to get his keys.

“Jake? Are you okay?” Zam’s voice is gentle as she lays a hand on his arm. He starts at the touch before looking down at her and what he sees in her eyes makes his heart stop. She knows. He doesn’t know how, but she knows and yet he can’t bring himself to care right now. Instead, he lets his face fall, and the panic shows on his face. Her eyes soften as she pulls him into a hug.

“She’s okay, Jake. She’s gonna be okay.” He leans on her until the sound of Javy’s returning footsteps makes them break apart.

“Zam, I love her.” His voice is small and weak and he doesn’t know why he risks it, telling her before he’s even told you but he doesn’t know what to do and Zam always seems to.

Her eyes are oh-so gentle as she smiles up at him, giving his arm a final squeeze. “I know, sweetie. I know.”

Javy jogs up to the two of them, keys in hand. “Alright, let’s go.” He looks at Zam. “You coming?” She nods and he heads for the parking garage and they follow.

Jake can’t sit still the whole drive. A part of him is glad that driving is out of the question for him because there’s no way he’d be driving nearly safe enough to comply with the law. When they reach the intersection, Jake’s stomach sinks as he sees the damage done to the other car and once again he’s thankful that you were driving the truck. The truck has a huge dent in the driver’s side door but other than that, it seems unharmed. He doesn’t see you as he gets out of the car, his eyes falling on an ambulance parked to the side with the doors open. He can barely make out a figure on a stretcher inside being attended to by a paramedic and his chest aches. He’s just turning to make straight for the ambulance when a hand on his shoulder stops him.

“What’re you doing here, son?” Jake turns to face the cop who’s eyeing him suspiciously and Jake does his best to stay calm instead of pushing past the officer to get to you.

“That’s my truck.” He nods toward the wreck. “And that’s my… friend.” The cop’s eyes widen at the realization. He glances at the papers he’s holding.

“You’re Jake Seresin?” He asks and Jake nods in confirmation. “I’m gonna need to go over the details of the crash with you.” He follows Jake’s eyes to the ambulance. “Don’t worry, son. She’s okay, just in shock so they had to sedate her. Apparently, she kept calling for you.” He chuckles affectionately and Jake shifts uncomfortably. If you were calling for him, he needs to go to you as soon as possible, even if you’re sedated. But he knows he needs to talk to the cops about the truck sooner rather than later so then don’t bother the two of you once you’re awake. He sighs, and nods at the cop, following him to assess the damage.

After filling out some forms and calling a tow for the truck, Jake finally makes his way to the ambulance where he can see you sitting up and talking to the paramedic. The ache in his chest eases at the sight of you alert and talking.

“Hey Bunny, you doing okay?” Jake says gently as he climbs into the back of the ambulance. You turn at the sound and he watches your eyes widen in relief as his name passes through your lips in a strangled sob and you lunge towards him. He jerks forward, thanking his quick reflexes from years of hockey, catching and pulling you against his chest as you bury your face in it. He prays you can’t hear the way his heart is beating out of his chest at the closeness. He runs his hands over your back in soothing motions as you cling to him like a monkey, your grip surprisingly tight. Eventually, he gently pulls back to inspect your face. There are some small scratches presumably from the airbags and he fights the urge to kiss each one as you hiccup and gaze back at him. “You all cried out, sweet girl?” The wet splotch on his t-shirt would suggest it and his heart breaks over the idea of you crying, again. It’s been way too many times in the last twenty-four hours. You nod, exhaustion settling in your eyes and he pulls you closer, instinctively. “Talk to me, baby, need to hear your voice to know you’re okay.” Anything to replace the last time he heard your voice. Your terrorized screams playing on repeat in his mind. He smooths your hair away from your face with featherlight touches because he’s afraid you’ll realize how he’s holding you and pull away from him.

“You told me,” you hiccup and Jake arches an eyebrow down at you, confused as to what you’re referring to. What did he tell you? He’s not even sure what the last thing he said to you was. “You told me to remind you to never let me drive your truck.” You manage to get out the words before another hiccup hits, pouting up at him and Jake tips his head back and laughs. There’s his girl.

He can’t help himself and he leans down to nuzzle your head with his cheek. “I’m glad you were driving it because if you’d gotten hit in your little deathtrap, you might not be here right now.” His voice breaks a little at the end as he does his best to shut out the images of what could have happened to you. He shifts to press his lips to your upturned forehead, eyes closing. “And I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you weren’t.” He can’t tell you everything he wants to, but he’ll tell you that at least.

The paramedic interrupts your little moment, clearing her throat. “She has a concussion. Are you going to be able to keep an eye on her or should we take her to the hospital?” Jake shakes his head.

“I’ve got her, she can stay with me.” He’s no doctor but he’s had more than his share of concussions, he knows what to do. “That okay with you, Bunny?”

You’re looking up at him, tentatively, like you’re feeling shy. “I wouldn’t want to impose…”

“Nonsense. Pudding’ll be so excited to have you.” He squeezes you gently, dropping his mouth next to your ear as he whispers. “And I’d sleep better knowing you’re safe with me.” Where this sudden brazenness is coming from he can’t tell, maybe it’s the fear of losing you combined with the relief of you being safe.

“M’always safe with you, Jake.” You murmur and his heart just about stops in his chest. After everything that’s happened to you and everything he’s put you through, you feel safe with him? His chest aches as he pulls you closer. He’ll do anything in his power to keep you feeling safe with him. He finally straightens to address the paramedic again. The paramedic gives him instructions that he’s heard a thousand times and he feels you relax, When they finally finish, Jake turns his attention back to you.

“Let’s go home, sweet girl,” Jake says gently before shifting his arms around you and he’s scooping you up into his arms. He expects you to complain about him carrying you while he’s injured but you just snuggle closer, letting out a contented hum as he carries you out of the ambulance towards Javy’s Land Rover. As you get closer, Javy steps out, concern on his face.

The passenger door opens too and Zam shoots out, jogging over.

“Oh my god, is she okay?” For someone who not even half an hour ago was assuring him that you’d be fine, borderline hysterical until Jake nods.

“Just a concussion. She’s gonna stay with me tonight and we can reevaluate tomorrow if that’s what she wants. Can you go to her place and grab her some stuff?” She nods, giving Jake a look before heading back to the car where Javy’s opening the back door and Jake gently places you down, buckling you in before he goes around to the other side and climbs in, scooting to the middle seat so you can lean on him, lacing his fingers in yours. You close your eyes and settle against his shoulder. Javy’s giving Jake a curious look through the rearview mirror. Zam’s voice breaks the silence. “Jake Seresin, if you hurt her, I swear to god I’ll kill you myself.” Javy’s eyes widen in the mirror and Jake suppresses a wince.

“S’okay Zam,” you murmur, eyes still shut. “M’safe with Jake.” Jake hears both Zam and Javy’s breath catch. “Jake, m’tired. Wake me up when we get there?”

He reaches up to stroke your hair, hoping the repetitive motion will help lull you to sleep. “Sleep, sweet girl, I’ve got you.” His voice is soft and low, just for you.

“Don’t go, Jake.” You manage before sleep pulls you under. “Don’t leave me.” The ache in his chest is back, as he remembers you last night. “You’re leaving?” And the. He left you again, this morning at the hospital. He let you and you got hurt when he wasn’t there to protect you.

“I’m not going anywhere Bunny, I’ll be right here. We’re a team, remember?” He does his best to reassure you and your lips curl upward in response as you fall asleep on his shoulder.

The car is quiet for a few minutes until it’s clear you’re asleep and then Javy speaks. “Jake, man, what the fuck?” Jake flinches and he watches Zam wince slightly. Javy shakes his head in disbelief. “Of all the girls… Jake, she’s your doctor, that’s like ten kinds of illegal.”

“I know I know, I’m figuring it out.” Jake sighs, rubbing his face with his free hand.

“We’re figuring it out,” Zam says at the same time. Jake turns to look at her, surprised.

“What? Who’s we?” This is news to him.

“Me and Bugs.” She doesn’t elaborate but Jake’s busy trying to wrap his mind around the fact that you’d gone to Zam about what’s going on between the two of you. Why?

Javy gives her a dubious look. “I’d think of all people, you’d be against this.”

She shrugs. “It’s not ideal but if we can work something out, it would be nice to not have to have a HIPAA violation happening under our roof before our first season even starts.” Jake winces.

“I just don’t get why you’re not just telling them no.” He shakes his head and Zam barks a laugh.

“Are you kidding me, Machado? You’re one to talk. I told you no more fucking around with puck bunnies. Are you listening?” It’s Javy’s turn to wince.

“Thank god someone else is telling him. It’s gross.” Jake rolls his eyes as Javy glares at him. “Man, you’re thirty-three, it’s getting ridiculous.”

“So I should be shacking up with my doctor like you?” Jake glares back, nostrils flaring.

“I’m not the one The Athletic named the fifth sluttiest player in the NHL last year. You’re lucky you haven’t knocked anyone up yet.” Jake gives him a pointed look while Javy snorts.

“Well you used to be just as bad, man, so what happened?”

“I grew up, Javy. I came here to play hockey not fuck around.”

“And how’s that going for you?” Javy’s eyes shift in the mirror to where you’re asleep on Jake’s shoulder.

Jake growls lowly. “I’m not fucking around with Bugs. Don’t you dare compare what’s going on between us with what you’re doing.”

“Then what are you doing with her?”

Jake hangs his head, guilt and shame eating him alive as he realizes that Javy’s right. He’s just setting you up to get hurt when this eventually comes crashing down. Then you stir in your sleep, nuzzling into his shoulder as you shift to get comfortable and his heart aches. “I love her.” His voice is quiet but he knows his friend hears as Javy curses under his breath. “And I’m doing everything I possibly can to not feel the way I do because I can’t be the reason she gets hurt but there’s nothing I can do. I love her.” When he looks up again he meets Javy’s eyes through the mirror and there’s a somber look in his friend’s eyes that he’s never seen before.

Javy is quiet for a few minutes before he finally speaks. “Okay, man. Okay.” He shakes his head before looking at Jake again. “I’m sorry I said that.” His face is grim. Jake gives him a curt nod before he gently leans his cheek against your head as Javy keeps driving.

#snitches get stitches // sdd #san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters au #san diego dogfighters hockey au #sgs // sdd #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x you #no use of y/n #top gun maverick hockey au #tgm hockey au

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

WAIT- what if when they where out on one of there missions Spider gets hurt and Neteyam goes into overprotective older brother mode and blame’s Quaritch for Spider being hurt and Quaritch is trying not to have a panic attack bc the sully kid is literally the splitting image of Neytiri.

Omg I’m so happy y’all liked Neteyam in the “caught with Spider” headcannon post 🥺 I was low-key insecure about writing him but y’all’s asks are so nice 😭❤️

Like mother, like son

“How are you, brother?” The words burned Neteyam’s tongue with guilt as he uttered them, but he couldn’t refer to Spider as anything else. The kid got hurt, and he wasn’t there to help him.

“Had worse bro, don’t worry about it…” Spider responded, breathing heavily. Did he really "have worse" though, or was he trying to ease Teyam’s burden? The thought made him feel even worse as he turned to the rest of the squad and the man he hated the most out of them all: Miles Quaritch. His eyes caught the way colonel’s worry for the boy was covered by an apathetic mask as their eyes met, but he didn’t care about it as of now.

“One hour…” he started out slowly, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. “I was gone for one hour” his voice went lower as the Na’vi accent thickened. “What the hell happened?”

“An accident.” Miles answered, his voice cold as he tried to keep his feelings in check. The Na’vi side of him wanted nothing more than to pounce on the teen and then hold his son as close as he can while the human side would rather run into the wilderness and take chances with the viper wolves. Anything just to not be here, looking into the piercing, yellow eyes. “He got too confident with a branch and fell, as he did a hundred times before.” He looked at Spider and his gaze softened slightly. “The dumbass never learns.”

“T-to be fair” the blonde stuttered through the pain. “I am lighter than you guys. The trees can take my weight just fine, that one must have been withered of something-OW!”

“Shush now, don’t waste your breath.” Ja said, applying alcohol to the scratches on his back.

“You should have caught him.” Neteyam didn’t move an inch, didn’t even turn to Spider as he spoke, his ear leaning back being the only sign that he heard the kid.

“He should have watched out for himself goddamnit.” Defying his deep-rooted phobia, Miles stepped closer. “He’s not a toddler and lives on Pandora. Watching where he puts his feet is his responsibility.”

Neteyam didn’t like that answer.

He made a step forward, still staring into the colonel’s soul. “And what if his mask broke?”

“Lyle has a spare one-”

“But Lyle wasn’t with you when Spider fell!” The boy raised his voice.

“He’s right Neteyam..” Spider added “I should be more responsible”

“Are you kidding me?!” Finally, Teyam turned away from Miles and he let out a breath he had no idea he was holding. “What is the point of having highly trained mercs around if they can’t even keep an eye on you??”

“I don’t need babysitters!” The blonde retorted.

“And what about that time you went flying with Lo’ak and almost fell out of the saddle huh?”

“Wha-how-YOU!” Spider pointed at him. “You were the one who told Jake!?”

“What was I supposed to do? You got lucky that time but it could have happened again!”

“Because of you Lo’ak barely lets me near his ikran at all! Jake almost grounded him for LIFE!”

Great, the kids were arguing with each-other now. Quaritch barely held back from face-palming.

“Eywa Neteyam, I’m not made out of glass! Why do you have to coddle me like-like-”

“Like dad?? Because he was human once! He knows better! And they should too!” He pointed at the squad around them.

“A human in a wheelchair! I’m not disabled!”

“You will be if no one watches your skwang ass!!”

“Time-out boys!” Miles yelled, silencing Spider but Neteyam was far from done.

He turned around, hissing at the colonel and he stilled in place. It looked like he was only caught off-guard, but really it was a well-masked fight or flight reposne.

Like this, agitated, feral and protective, Neteyam looked exactly like his mother, minus the war-paint. Miles recalled the video-recording of her standing above Jake, shielding him in a similar fashion Neteyam was doing with Spider and that was the only thing that kept the recom from going feral himself. He had a squad to lead, a kid to take care of and a wild brat to keep in line, so with a deep breath he collected himself and made eye-contact once more, looking his fear in the eye.

He took out orange, plastic cuffs and grabbed Neteyam by the arm. He kept hissing and trying to wrangle out of Miles’s hold, but he was a grownup and a stacked one at that, so the young warrior had no chance. The man cuffed him to a tree root on the other side of camp.

“I said time out you little shit.” He growled. “Keep having that attitude and there won’t be any dinner OR breakfast for you. Got that?”

Now, it was Neteyam’s turn to fear, and Quaritch basked in his widened eyes. He never heard the colonel snarl like that before.

“Got that?”

“Yes.”

“What was that?”

“Yes sir.”

Miles shoved the Na’vi to the ground before heading back to Spider, when a voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Do you really think you can win him over?” Neteyam spat.

There was a heavy silence as Miles slowly turned his head to the blue kid and a menacing smile spread on his face. “You really think you can? Hm?”

The rest of the day, Neteyam stayed dead silent.

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[1waveshortofashipwreck]

heyyy love ur stuff btw! Could you maybe do hc’s of how our boys when someone is being mean to the reader? Thanks ;)) Maybe like a modern AU? Or any AU you’d prefer, thank you!

Aaaaaaaa thank you for the ask friend!! I love this idea!!! So I pictured this in a Modern!AU where the pair is at a coffee shop waiting on their order. The Boy puts his arm around them and the person next to them just sneers and goes “Can y’all get a room? Or at least be with someone nice to look at?” OBVIOUSLY referring to y/n with just a palpable amount of spite and venom.

Dick Winters

I see him just hugging you tighter and maybe turning his back to the guy, like, if he's gonna be an ass about Dick's favorite person he doesn't deserve the time of day. He'd say something so sweet too like, “if you think anyone could be more beautiful than them, you need to get your eyes checked,” before planting a kiss on your cheek and grabbing your drinks.

Lewis Nixon

I can see him definitely getting irritated but also seeming kinda baffled? Like I can see him just saying something like, “Are you serious right now? You see how gorgeous they are, right? Who hurt you, man?” Like he’d be so genuine about it too, even scoffing and shaking his head while y’all walk out with your drinks - like, how tf can someone say that about the most perfect human on earth???

Ron Speirs

I have a strong feeling that the guy’s words leave his mouth before he saw Ron, because I just imagine the dude being Christianson in Bastogne, like, he see’s Speirs’ face and just feels as though he has Met His End. So all Speirs does is put his arm around you and say, “you wanna try that again?” the guy just stutters and replies, “you make a lovely couple,” before scurrying away. I can soooo see Ron just having a smug smile on his face before giving you a kiss.

Harry Welsh

Ok so considering this man got demoted from sergeant to private three (3) different times due to getting in fights I have a feeling he would just be like “OH ITS THAT KINDA PARTY HUH? YOU WANNA TRY SAYING THAT AGAIN ASSHOLE??” Like this dude could be twice Harry’s size but your Boy can and will throw hands to defend you and he’s not afraid to get hurt while doing it. 10/10 needs you to help with his bruised knuckles after but he apologizes and y’all enjoy your drinks (specifically savoring it because y’all got banned from the coffee shop).

Eugene Roe

I feel like this could go two ways - A) he tells the guy off (“why don’t you mind your business asshole”), holds you close to him, and grabs your drinks without saying a word, or B) he grabs you by the waist and just goes to town trying to merge your mouths into one. This man would just do everything in his power to put on display his love and passion for you. Soon enough the dude will get weirded out and leave, but not before Doc performs award-winning CPR.

Bill Guarnere

Oh boy we got Party Boy #2 over here. “Why don’t you shut ya yap before I shut it for ya?” Your mans would square up to the dude no questions asked. If the dude steps down, Bill would just say, “yeah, that’s what I thought,” before proudly putting his arm around you. If the dude makes a poor decision and steps up to Guarnere… next thing you know poor Bill is apologizing to you while you hold his cold brew up to his black eye to keep the swelling down… the dude apologized though! All thanks to Ol’ Gonorrhea.

Joe Toye

I feel like his reaction is betwixt Guarnere and Nixon. Like, for one thing, he’s genuinely confused. He just gives the dude his classic Eyebrows before pulling you close to him. At first he won’t say anything, but if the dude keeps going he’ll just say to him in a low voice, “you looking for a fight pal?” Honestly that would be enough to scare the dude away while Joe just hugs you tight and kisses your temple before the barista calls your names.

George Luz

This boy would twist the dude’s words perfectly. “Oh you’re absolutely right, they could get someone WAY hotter than me!” before smirking over at you. You can’t help but give George a playful smack on the chest before laughing with him and laying your head on his shoulder… then he’d totally just look at you and think “how’d I get so lucky???” we love a silly soft boi

Joe Liebgott

Fighty Boy #3 and you can’t tell me otherwise. It’d be similar to Guarnere on the ship - he’d have to make sure he heard the dude right at first… “What’d you just say?” like you can feel his angy levels rising by the second. The dude just goes, “you heard me,” and before anyone can even blink the dude is knocked out on the ground, like, the swifest punch known to man and it came from your boyfriend (kinda hot ngl) and you just give him a Look before he smirks and kisses the air from your lungs and… why were you mad at him again? And why are you getting thrown out of the cafe???

Floyd Talbert

Ok so remember how Roe gave you life-saving CPR? Tab’s first instinct is life-taking CPR, like, this man just glares at the dude before pulling you close by your waist (and maybe a hand on your ass because its Tab) and just going to TOWN on your lips, neck, wherever he can reach just to show the idiot dude how in love with you he is and how stupid he was to make that comment… of course instinctively your hands to Tab’s hair and y’all just get Lost in the Sauce and when the barista calls y’all’s names you don’t even hear them.

Shifty Powers

Asdf sweet baby angel would just hold you close and whisper to you, “I’m sorry you had to hear that, you don’t believe him right?” Just keeping all his attention on you and hugging you close with both arms just lovingly wrapped around you, both of y’all forget everything else exists and you just happily hold each other for a bit before you get your drinks (this is all unless shifty has his rifle then the dude’s Time Has Come courtesy of Darrell C. Powers).

ngl this might've been the most fun I've had writing something 🤣 Thank you again for the ask love!! Hope you have a wonderful day!

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[4wkjun]

daddy sim | sjy

Chapter 01: is this code for gay? ➥ Contains: a little bit of humor, insinuations of homosexuality, mentions of alcohol, and swearing. ➥ Word count: 2,3k.

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April 2nd, 2021 Friday

“Wonnie, do you like living with Yunjin?”, you asked sitting down next to your best friend. Chaewon pouted, confused.

“Yeah, why? Does she want to move out and hasn’t told me?”

“Nah”, you scoff. “It’s just a little unbearable to keep my flat right now. I thought maybe we could find a place for the three of us?”, you said, more of a question than a statement of your thoughts.

“Yeah, I think it’ll be fun”, she shrugged and smiled a bit. “Do you want me to talk to her or you’ll do it?”

“I can do it”, you smiled.

“Do what?”, Jay asked dropping his backpack in the chair in front of you.

“Good morning, Mr. Park”, Chaewon mocked.

“Sorry, Ms. Kim. Good morning to y’all!”, he said in a weird tone bowing. “Now, what you’re gonna do, y/n?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“You’re such a gossipy guy, for Christ’s sake”, you chuckled. “I’mma ask Yunjin if I can move in with them.”

“Why would you do that?”, Jay chuckled back, sitting in front of you two.

“It’s getting a little hard to keep my bills around my flat”, you sighed. “I’d be nice to share everything.”

“I have a friend who needs to move out”, Jay said raising his eyebrows, as if he just remembered that. “He hates his dorm, maybe you could see something together.”

“He? As a man?”, you raised one of your eyebrows.

“Yeah, but he’s a good guy. He just really needs to get the fuck outta there and maybe you could be friends, huh?”

“What is your mom gonna think?”, Chaewon mocked again. You laughed, slapping the back of her neck.

“As if I could care more”, you rolled your eyes. “What’s his name?”

“Jake”, Jay responded. “I think you met last year, no? At my birthday party or something?”

You pouted, trying to picture anyone named Jake. You shook your head, not capable of thinking of anyone named that.

“I don’t think so”, you said. “But maybe I could talk to him. I really want to shove my flat keys up my landlord’s ass.”

Jay laughed, searching for his phone inside of his pocket.

“I’ll text him. He’s majoring in physics, I believe he’s already there”, Jay pointed to the window. The block next to yours was the exact sciences block. “What do you think about meeting him after class? Maybe during our break?”

“Sounds good”, you smiled.

“Ugh, just when I thought I was gonna live with my girlfriend”, Chaewon pouted with a fake crying expression. You laughed, hugging her side.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be your lab partner.”

“You better be!”

“At least you have a partner”, Jay sighed dramatically while staring at the empty seat next to him. The duo-sitting dynamic is really helpful when you’re majoring in biomedicine since it’s always nice to have someone to double-check your work. (Un)luckily for Jay, his partner only showed up three times the last month. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey”, Jay smiled looking behind you. You and Chaewon were sitting across Jay in the cafeteria, along with your journalism friends: Sunghoon and Yunjin. Sunghoon lifted his eyes next to Jay, smiling when he focused on the person behind you.

Oh. That’s Jake.

Now that you saw his face you remembered: he’s one of Jay’s best friends, even though he never hangs out with the rest of you during breaks and after class. You indeed met him at Jay’s party - and if you remember clearly, you developed a quick crush on him. He looked so hot at the party, his (longer at the time) hair falling over his pretty face, a kiss t-shirt and ripped jeans may sound boring, but he managed to make that look good.

However, now, he looked so cozy. Everything ran across your head way too fast and you almost scrunched your nose at the thought. Cozy? What are you thinking?

“Hi, bro”, the guy – Jake –, smiled before quickly hugging Jay. “My boy!”, he chuckled while walking towards Sunghoon. They weirdly shook their hands and you held a laugh. Boys.

“Take a seat”, Sunghoon said smiling.

“Wow”, Yunjin said. All of you looked at her. “I didn’t know Sunghoon could smile.”

You laughed while Jake sat between his two friends, in front of Chaewon.

“Didn’t you know Jake’s his true love?”, Jay mocked.

Oh, is that what he meant by a “good guy”? Is this code for gay?

“I didn’t, in fact”, Yunjin laughed. Sunghoon frowned, threatening to throw his bread in her head.

“So, why did you need me out of my comfort zone?”, Jake funnily asked Jay, raising his eyebrows quickly.

“Comfort zone? You mean the exact building? That looks like a madhouse”, Jay mocked. “My friend here”, he pointed at you “needs someone as desperate as she is to move out.”

You awkwardly smiled at Jake, not knowing what to say. You thought Jay would be a little less direct to the point.

“Hi”, you said in a weird tone. Your girlfriends laughed. “I’m y/n.”

“I remember you”, Jake smiled softly. “I hope you’re not doing this because Jay told you I’m miserable”, he laughed.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Nah, I’m desperate to move out.”

“Good, we could... talk and see if we get along?”, he asked a little shy.

“Sure!”

“Wow, the two of you are so easy going, what the fuck?”, Chaewon laughed.

You shrugged, chuckling a bit. “That’s called necessity, darling.”

March 7th, 2022 Monday

“Jake”, you called knocking on his bedroom door. “Get up, lazy-ass!”

“I’m coming”, he groaned behind the closed door. By his groggy voice, you knew he wasn’t getting up.

With a sigh, you softly pushed the door, staring at Jake through the dim room. His blinds were closed all the way and you had to admit: that bed must be really comfy. You walked towards him, trying to adjust your eyes to the lack of lights.

Jake was lying on his stomach – shirtless, even though it was just the beginning of spring –, his hair falling around his face and pillow. The air conditioner of his room was way too cold for your liking and you wondered why he slept in such a cold room with his blankets on.

“Get up, Jakey”, you said as softly as you could, running your hand across his soft hair. “First day of school, remember? Last year, just two more semesters and we’re done for good.”

“You and I?”, he mumbled.

“Yeah.”

“So you’re breaking up with me?”, he mumbled again, still not opening his eyes.

You laughed, still caressing his scalp.

“How could I break up with the best roomie I ever had?”, you responded, thinking of that whole situation as funny.

Jake lazily opened his eyes, pouting. You took your hand off his head, crossing your arms under your chest. He stretched his body on the bed, trying to get rid of his sleepy state. The movement made his blankets shift on top of him and you could see the hem of his boxers. That’s when you looked up to the ceiling and said:

“Get ready, I’ll cook us breakfast.”

“‘kay”, he moaned. Jake sat up in his bed just in time to watch you move your ass out of his room. He bit his lips at the sight of your pretty ass tightly hugged by the fabric of your jeans. “Not the right time to be a perv, Jake”, he groaned.

Forty minutes later, you and Jake were miserably sat at the bus stop right in front of your apartment building. It was a little late, but you still had plenty of time. Jake would say random shit all of the time, making you laugh while waiting. God, he could die just by looking at your smile.

“Your hair is so long right now”, he said softly.

“I know, right? I haven’t cut it in like... a year?”, you agreed, looking at the ends of your hair. If your eyes weren’t down, you’d see Jake’s eyes shining bright as stars while staring at you. “Do you think I should cut it? Maybe like... shoulder length?”

“I... I think you’re pretty anyway”, he shrugged. You chuckled.

“You’re adorable, Jakey.”

“You’re more adorable”, he mumbled to himself.

“Huh?”, you asked, not being able to hear him.

“Nah, I’m talking to myself”, he sighed. “Look, it’s our bus.”

You looked toward the direction he pointed, nodding. You got up with your backpack along with him. Your dear roommate.

April 23, 2022 Saturday

“I’m glad you came, bro”, Jay told Jake as they sat down next to him. Jake was sitting on the yard bench, looking at the pool. Jay’s house was filled to the brim with his friends - and he had a lot. Well, you can’t turn 25 every year, right? So he had to throw a big-ass party. Drinks, food, pool, loud music... how could you and Jake say no to that invite? Oh, and being best friends with Jay, obviously.

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, dude”, Jake chuckled. His eyes found you sitting on the edge of the pool, your hair dripping water down your waist and hips after a dive. He took a long sip of his beer, trying not to stare at your pretty breasts covered only by the thin material of your bikini.

Jay’s eyes followed Jake’s, only to laugh when he realized who he was staring at.

“Are you ever gonna confess?”, Jay asked. Jake’s head turned fast with his eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, Sim Jaeyun”, Jay scolded playfully and Jake scrunched his nose at the sound of his full “real” name. “It’s been what? Almost a year?”

“That we moved in together?”

“Yeah.”

Jake hummed, looking at his cup half-empty. He felt embarrassed. What kind of guy likes to open his heart to his best buddy during a party? It was almost three p.m., he should be drinking beer out of a hose and having fun. But he couldn’t. Not while you were drinking and having fun. What if some weird guy tried to do something with you? Jake needed to be able to protect you.

“Really, dude. You should tell her.”

“Tell her what?”, Jake asked, looking at you again. You were laughing almost uncontrollably at something weird Yunjin said next to you. He held the urge to smile at your smile.

“Tell her you love her or something”, Jay shrugged. “She’s out there, maybe even looking for fish in the ocean. You could be with her right now. For almost a year.”

“She told you she’s looking for someone?”, Jake asked, staring at Jay again. Jay sighed while rolling his eyes.

“No, I’m just saying. You never know.”

Jake hummed again.

“Go on, talk to her.”

“She’s drunk.”

“Pretend you’re just as drunk. If something goes wrong, blame the alcohol and move on with your life.”

“That’s the shittiest advice you ever gave me”, Jake sighed while standing up.

“Then why are you getting up?”, Jay laughed.

“‘Cause I have no better idea”, he responded before walking away.

Jake carefully walked towards you, trying not to slip into the wet pool edge.

“Hey, y/n”, he called calmly. You looked at him with a smile, your damp hair moving across your shoulder and splashing a little bit of water on his legs.

“Hi, Jakey!”, you chanted. He chuckled.

“Can I talk to you?”, he asked. You nodded.

The silence felt loud.

“... Alone.”

“Oh!”, you said, laughing. “Sure, help me up.”

You turned around, your legs now out of the water. Jake’s feet were damp now since you caused a mini-tsunami with your feet. You reached your hands towards him and he gladly pulled you up.

“Bring her back!”, Chaewon yelled from the inside of the pool. Jake laughed and gave her a thumbs-up while carefully guiding you through the crowd of Jay’s friends.

The two of you found a spot to sit down next to the barbecue, a little far from the pool. It was still loud, but a lot less than next to the pool.

“What’s wrong, my beloved?”, you asked, softly smiling at him. You sat on one of the stools in front of the counter that separated the barbecue area from the eating area. Jake sat next to you, sighing deeply.

“How drunk are you?”

“Enough to have fun”, you winked at him. Jake laughed.

“Uh...”, he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”, you repeated, still smiling. 

“I’m trying to find the right words”, Jake laughed under his breath. You nodded, weirdly patient for your tipsy-self.

“It’s just me. You can say whatever you want”, you shrugged.

Jake lowered his eyes, trying to avoid yours. The fact that your breasts were between your face and the floor was just a detail.

“I’m afraid this might ruin our friendship, y/n”, Jake mumbled.

“Not possible!”, you responded.

“Alright, close your eyes then”, he said. Without a word, you obeyed. Jake thought it would be easy to say he liked you a lot if you weren’t looking. However, it seemed a lot easier to do something else.

Jake leaned in and captured your lips with his. You were taken aback, so you suddenly opened your eyes and moved away from him.

“Jake...”, you started.

“Shit”, he groaned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t do this, I was gonna tell you I-”

“Aren’t you gay?”, you asked, confused.

Jake stopped, completely shocked. He stared at your face, looking for signs of a joke.

“What?”

“I thought... You and Sunghoon... No?”, you said, tilting your head.

“Fuck, no!”, he responded, his eyes big now. “He’s my best friend. And that’s all! I’m straight, y/n, for fuck sake!”

You laughed out loud, just as surprised as him.

“Well... In that case...”, you shrugged.

Jake was about to ask what were you gonna do, but this time your lips met his.

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