#ANYWAYS back to the topic at hand…sigh…they’re so beautiful…

[m1ckeyb3rry]

can we go back to talking about karasu’s arms because i think we should

like i REALLY think we should

[himasgod]

hey so how do you think Liloa vanrouge would deal with drinking tea with his s/o and the topic of flying comes up and he flirty offers to fly them both up high and s/o actually looks like they’re considering it. “I’ve never done that before, but I’d like too if you’re offering”? Just have a nice, time up in the sky and s/o really shows their trust that they have in Lilia?

LILIA X READER

Where you take a fly through the sky with him

Writing this on a short break in the library while preparing for my exams💔

You were sitting with Lilia beneath a cherry tree in full bloom, your shared tea set balanced between you on a stone bench.

Lilia was mid-story—some outrageous tale involving a rampaging dragon, Malleus in his youth, and a very unfortunate tailor—when he glanced skyward and sighed dramatically.

“You know what we should do?” he asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Let me guess,” you said, raising your cup to your lips. “Adopt a dragon.”

“Tempting,” he laughed, “but no. I meant fly. You and me. Up there.”

He gestured lazily toward the sky, where a few clouds drifted by like slow travelers. “Tea’s always better after a little elevation.”

You blinked. “Wait—you mean literally fly?”

He turned to you with a mock gasp. “Why, of course! You say that like you’ve never flown with someone before.”

“Because I haven’t?” you said, laughing a little.

His smile turned sly. “Ah… then what an honor it would be to be your first.”

You paused, watching him. The glint in his eyes was playful, but not careless.

“I’ve never done that before,” you murmured, fingers tracing the rim of your teacup. Then you looked up and met his gaze. “But I’d like to. If you’re offering.”

He blinked once, surprised. And then his grin softened.

“Always,” he said.

With a little flourish, he stood and dusted imaginary crumbs from his sleeves. Then he turned to face you, extending one hand, his ring glinting in the light.

“My magic’s stable,” he assured, teasing just a little. “You won’t plummet. Much.”

You shot him a look, but your heart fluttered anyway as you placed your hand in his. He curled his fingers around yours, then pulled you gently to your feet.

“Hold on tight,” he said with a wink, “and maybe close your eyes for the first few seconds if you’re squeamish about floating.”

You didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant.

With a flick of his wrist and a quiet chant under his breath, magic surged gently beneath your feet like a warm breeze—and suddenly, the ground was no longer where it was supposed to be.

Your breath caught. You clutched at his sleeve instinctively as the two of you lifted off, slowly at first, then rising higher in smooth spirals. The garden below shrank, the tops of the trees drawing level, then falling away.

Lilia floated effortlessly beside you, one hand holding yours, the other lazily tucked behind his back. “Not so bad, hm?”

You stared out at the sky, the treetops far below, the sun curling golden around the clouds. “It’s… beautiful.”

“Wait until the moon’s out,” he murmured. “The view gets even better when the stars show off a little.”

You turned to him, a small laugh escaping. “You’re really doing this just to impress me, aren’t you?”

He gave you a mock gasp. “Is it working?”

You rolled your eyes. “Unfortunately… yes.”

The wind stirred your hair, cool and clean and full of the scent of distant flowers. You let out a slow breath, heart beating fast—but not from fear. From wonder. From the magic of it all. From the fact that you were floating, hand-in-hand with Lilia Vanrouge, high above the ground.

And you realized—you weren’t scared. Not even a little.

You looked at him again. “I trust you, you know.”

That caught him off guard. His smile twitched, then softened into something almost unreadable. “Do you, now?”

“I do.”

“Thank you,” he said softly.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just Friends: Get Ready

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

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Summary: Bucky sleeps over.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You shimmy and sway before the mirror behind the polka dot skirt. It’s cute but is it date cute. Does it matter? It’s not really a date, not for you. You’re just there for moral support. Geez, isn’t Bucky a soldier? You think he could face a gorgeous sophisticated woman like Charlize. 

You don’t get how he doesn’t see how perfect they are for each other. She’s older and confident and so beautiful. And smart to boot. And he’s handsome and built and somewhat famous. They are the power couple for the ages. Quite literally with Bucky aging into his second century. 

It should be fun anyway. Dinner out can be a bit overwhelming but it isn’t so bad with friends. Heck, you’re sure they will be too busy gabbing and ditch you and your date quickly. At least, that’s what you’re hoping for. 

Your apartment buzzer goes off and makes you jump. You blanch at your reflection and pull the skirt on. You were never going to decide so you’ll just go with it. You swipe up the blouse with the eyelet collar and swoop it over your head. You leave it untucked as you slam the button to quiet the offensive noise. 

“Hey!” You call into the speaker. 

“Dreamy,” Bucky sounds angry as he growls through the crackling line. 

“What are you doing here? You should be getting ready.” 

“I am,” he snips. 

“Oh, right, well, come on up, I guess.” 

He huffs right before you let the button go. He’s been grouchy lately. You asked him if it was work. He shook his head and kept reading. You tried to keep guessing and he just groaned and told you nothing’s wrong. So, you let him mope. 

It doesn’t take him long to get to your floor. He pounds on the floor and you let him in. He doesn’t look ready. You squint and step back to look him up and down. 

“Bucky,” you reproach. 

“What? I got a tie,” he pulls his leather jacket open. “It’s just a bit... stubborn.” 

“Oh, gosh,” you tug on the crooked tie, “here.” 

He stoops to let you even out the tails and you pat it as you peer up at his floppy hair. His beard is getting long too. The tufts jut out at his chin like horns. 

“Come here,” you sneer and grab his wrist. 

He lets you drag him across the apartment and into the bathroom. You flip down the lid of the toilet and point him to it. You take your brush and sigh, shaking your head as you tut. You brush back his dark hair, strands of silver sparkling in the light. 

“You’re a mess.” 

“I tried.” 

“Sure,” you try to tame the flopping locks, “one second.” You grab your extra hold spray and press his hair back as you block his face from the aerosol blast. He shifts and you tap his boot with your toe. “Sit still.” 

“Mm, that smells good,” he stops fidgeting. 

“Coconut. It’s my favourite. And it’s expensive, so thank me for wasting it on you,” you put the bottle down and comb through his hair to give it a less stiff look. His eyes flick up and meet yours as your fingertips graze his scalp. 

“Ugh, you ever thought of getting into massage?” He chirps. 

“Har har,” you say dryly, “Bucky, what are you doing here? I told you to meet me at the restaurant.”  

You take a small comb and tidy his beard as he scrunches his nose. You finish and rinse your hands in the sink. You look at yourself. You’re still not ready. 

“Yeah, well... I couldn’t get my hair to behave.” 

“We’ll see if it holds.” You sniff. 

You tuck the blouse into your skirt and turn to him. He stares at you. You examine his collar and his slacks. They’re nice but the shirt is wrinkled. 

“Bucky, did you at least iron that?” 

“It’s new?” He shrugs. 

“It’s all covered in lines,” you cross your arms. “Take it off.” 

“What? I think the place requires shirts--” 

“Don’t be silly.” 

“Wow, if I had to guess, I’d say you’re nervous about our little date,” he stands and loosens the tie you just fixed. 

“I just... want it to be perfect. I want you to have a good time.” 

“I always have a good time with you, Dreamy,” he unbuttons his shirt. 

“Right, well, you should be worried about Charlize,” you stomp out of the bathroom and unfold the board behind the door. You plug in the iron as he comes close and tosses his shirt over it. He wears a ribbed tank beneath. “She’s so awesome. Aren’t you excited?” 

“Eh, sure,” he says noncommittally. “And what about you? You find someone?” 

“Yep, all’s sorted out. All my hard work,” you wave your hand in front of the iron as it warms, impatient for it to heat up.  

Finding a date hadn’t been as easy as you assumed. You thought when you offered free dinner, anyone would just come along for the meal. That was very much not the case but you found a workaround. 

“Don’t do that. You’re going to burn yourself,” he chides. 

“Mm, and you can blame yourself for not pressing your clothes,” you shake your head. 

“Oh, dreamy, I love it when you’re mad. It’s so cute.” 

“No teasing,” you snip, “try to be charming.” 

“What? I’m charming,” he blusters. 

You look at him, “sure.” 

He scoffs, “alright, Mrs. Polka Dot skirt.” 

“What? It’s cute.” 

“It’s not exactly date material,” he snickers. 

“Ugh, fine, you,” you point at him, “deal with your shirt and I’ll find a date outfit. Ugh.” 

You sweep around the board and stride into the bedroom. You swing the door carelessly behind you and make your way to the closet. A dress would be better, you guess. If it shuts him up, then you’ll happily wear one. Ah, that one’s cute! You forgot about it. 

You go to the bed and strip off the skirt and blouse. You stagger around before you manage to step into the peridot dress. The bows on the straps are too much. You look in the mirror and do a little dance. It fits, but it is short. 

You glance over and hesitate. The door is still slightly ajar. You flit over and as you come out, Bucky clears his throat. He puts his head down and focuses on ironing his sleeve. 

He peeks over at you and his brows furrow, “better?” You ask. 

“Uh, I guess. Green is a choice,” he smirks. 

“Okay, Calvin Klein, well, I will have to get you to help me with my closet later.” 

He chuckles and goes back to pressing the iron to the fabric. You go to the bathroom, conscious of him as you check yourself in the mirror. It feels like he’s watching you but it’s probably just that the place is so small. 

“I won’t be long, I don’t want to be late,” you assure him. 

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table | Part 8

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

Previous part | Masterlist

(1999)

Y/N stares at him from her spot at their table. The Marlboro cigarette between her fingers is burning down on its own. She lost interest in smoking a few minutes ago anyway. She couldn’t care less. Damon meanwhile is slowly swaying while singing into the microphone.

“Take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me. So we can start over again.”, his smooth and delicate voice cracks while her upper lip twitches. He sings in a manner that’s almost identical to how he used to speak to her in their bedroom. Y/N hears how her two brothers are giggling at his mistake while she quickly licks her lips. Finally, she brings the nearly finished cigarette back up to her lips. She notices the ashes on the tablecloth and quickly wipes them away, leaving behind a black stain.

“Oh we can start over again.”

A pained sigh leaves her lips as she tries her best to clean up the mess she made, however, the more she moves her hand over the fabric the bigger the stain gets. This could be used as a metaphor in a song. She makes a mental note to talk to Noel about it later.

„Oh we can start over again.“

Damon has to be joking, right? There’s no fucking way in hell he’s meaning any of that shit. Maybe he didn’t even write it. A deep and hurt scoff leaves her lips. He never even picked up the phone when she made an effort to phone him. She wanted to make up. She didn’t want to fight. She wanted to tell him that she was more than okay to go public with him; screw her stupid brothers. They’re always out and cheating on their girlfriends anyway- what do they know about love? Nothing! That’s right. Nothing.

“Y/N?”, Liam asks and wrinkles his eyebrows. His eyes are observing her hand and he tilts his head in confusion. But the second he glances at her face and notices the tears in her eyes the smile on his lips fades away:” Shit, birdie. What’s wrong with ya?”

Y/N wants Damon. She wants him so bad, it physically crushes her. God, when she looks at him she can virtually see the claw marks she has left behind on his soul. But now, what difference would any declaration of truth make? His girlfriend is pregnant. You can’t turn back time.

(2024)

Y/N yawns while laying her head on her assistant's shoulder. It’s 4 am; their plane is leaving in 2 hours. As much as she adores London, she always misses the seaside the second she leaves it. “You want to grab breakfast on our way?”, Max asks and she looks up at the man with a smile on her face. “That’s why I pay you. God, you’re smart.” He only laughs at that.

“You can wait at the hall while I do the checkout.”, Max says while they both step out of the elevator. Y/N only nods while pulling her suitcase behind her.

“No, I am not leaving!” “Sir, please. You’ve been here since midnight. Don’t make us call the authorities!” “I don’t care, call ‘em. I am not leaving!”

Y/N wrinkles her forehead as she walks around the corner. Only to see Damon Albarn having a heated discussion with a staff member of the hotel. She stops dead in her tracks. What the fuck is he doing here?

Damon rolls his eyes and looks away. However, once he does he meets Y/N’s gaze. He instantly improves his posture “Sir?”, the woman in front of him asks but he merely shakes his head.

“I’ve found what I am looking for.”

[boldlyvoid]

I’m kinda in the middle of writing a little fic too but inspiration sucks

okay but anyway how about a little fic where spencer and reader are having just a quiet evening they made a nice dinner together and are just sitting on opposite ends of the couch doing their own thing maybe reader is crocheting (wink wink) and spencer is reading/doing Spencer-y things and they just find peace and comforting in this type of parallel play/ quality time together

i know it sounds boring but it sounds peaceful to me to have that kind of security and love that doesn’t need any words. and I think Spencer would love that too

Parallel Play

yes of course bestie!! i love this idea thank you <3

wc: 883

Spencer Reid is secretly a quiet man. 

At work, he could go on a rant or a ramble at the drop of a hat. He knows so much inside that beautiful brain of his that once he starts going on a topic, he wants to talk until he’s explained everything. Honestly, he could do a 15-hour Ted Talk if you let him. 

But at home… at home he’s quiet. They both are. 

Sat on opposite sides of the couch, Spencer has his feet up on the coffee table, he’s leaning back against the cushions with his Nintendo Switch in his hands resting on his chest, pretty close to his face as he works on a tough level of the newest Zelda game. He grew up never having any video games, so now, in his 40’s he’s finally getting the chance to experience the wonderful worlds that exist in the palm of his hands. His girlfriend, however, has her feet in his lap, she’s extended across most of the couch with her back against the armrest as she crochets a new pattern she’s been wanting to make. Even their cat has joined them, laying between her legs and the back of the couch, she’s all stretched out and sleeping away with both of her favourite humans at home. 

They’re so happy like this. Just quietly enjoying their time off while still together, still touching, they have a comfort show on for background noise and its perfect. 

She looks up from her project every once and a while, either because Spencer has mumbled something at his game or the current episode they have on is getting interesting. And each time she does look up, she finds herself staring at Spencer with a little smile. He’s just so cute like this. Totally enthralled in his game, his brows furrowed as he concentrates and his jaw a little clenched when it gets hard. 

When he finishes his level, or when he just pauses to have a breather, he reaches down to her feet that are resting in his lap and he grips her ankle. He runs his hand up and down her shin a few times, soothing himself and her in the process. He takes a few sips of water, he watches a couple minutes of the show and then he goes right back to his game. Still completely silent. Still completely content. 

By the time she’s done her crochet project, it’s a little after midnight and she’s tired. “Spence,” she whispers to him. 

He just hums, his brows go up to show he’s listening but his attention is still on his game. 

“You wanna go to bed soon?” 

He nods, “Let me…. Finish… this,” he says while mashing the buttons, clearly working on something. “And then we can.” 

“Okay,” she agrees. She moves her feet off his legs carefully so as to not scare the cat, but she wakes up anyway. She picks her up and gives her a couple pets as she moves in closer to Spencer’s side. 

“You okay if I watch?” 

He nods again, she only asked because sometimes the pressure of someone watching him play makes him do worse. But this time he’s fine with it. She leans her head on his shoulder and cuddles into his side to watch him play for the last few minutes of their quiet time together. 

She watches without a clue as to what is going on, he defeats a boss, he wins the level and he lets out a deep sigh as he clicks the game off and sets it down in his lap. He lifts his arm so he can wrap it around her, letting her snuggle in even closer to his chest and he kisses the top of her head a few times. “Tired?” He asks with a whisper. 

“Yeah,” she whispers back. 

“Let's go to bed,” he encourages, patting her arm gently.

She gets up with the cat still in her arms, Spencer turns off the TV and all the lights and meets her in the bedroom. She let the cat down on the bed and she immediately curls up into a ball at the foot of the bed, clearly also ready for a long night's rest. They change together, they brush their teeth together and then they slip under the covers together, too. 

The lights go off, they lay turn to face each other, each snuggled into their pillows, and they sigh almost at the same time. It hasn’t been a long day, but they’re still both exhausted. 

“I love you,” he says into the darkness. 

“I love you,” she replies with a smile. She leans in just a little closer and kisses him, once, twice and a third time for good measure. “I had fun today.” 

“Me too… we should do this more often.” 

“We really should.” 

Then they go quiet again. She rolls over to her other side, letting him spoon into her the way he always does at night. He wraps his arm around her middle, his hand resting on her stomach, he kisses her shoulder blade re situates his head on the pillow. “Goodnight, love.” 

“Night, Spence.” 

And that’s how they fall asleep. Quietly, in each other's arms, perfectly content with the little life that they lead. 

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

i have a request, if they’re open…

this long i hit one year clean from SH, and i was curious if you could write a Matt/Chris fix either where they find out about fem!reader’s SH and helps her through it, or where they celebrate the fact that she made it a whole year.

if no, that’s all good… but i really love your work, so I figured I’d ask

By Your Side

-C.S

Synopsis: Before you met Chris, and even a little into your relationship, you struggled with self harm. Chris and his brothers were always extremely supportive and caring of you, and eventually, you stopped. You hit your one year of being sober anniversary, and Chris throws you a ‘celebration.’

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, anxiety, cussing, small bit of angst (reader has issues about her scars.) but this is fluff overall!!

“Goodmorning, my love.” Chris mumbles, placing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flutter open, and you stare at your boyfriend.

“Why’re you up so early?” You slur, and he chuckles.

“First of all, how do you know it’s early and you didn’t just wake up late, and second of all, I had an alarm set to wake me up earlier than you.” He states proudly.

“Um.. Why?” You tilt your head, confused. You slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes. You inhale deeply, and let out a yawn when you realize something. It smelled like pancakes for some reason. “Did you.. cook..?” You looked at Chris, and he nodded.

“Yep! I made you pancakes!” He states proudly, sticking his hand out for you to grab, which you do.

Chris knows pancakes are your favorite. Were you missing your anniversary today..? Chris placed a gentle kiss to your lips, before pulling you upstairs. Once you got upstairs, you saw Matt and Nick, both sitting on the couch.

“Y/N!” The boys gasp excitedly. This only made you even more confused. Why was everyone in the house awake before you? Usually you were the first one up.

“Why is everyone up..? I’m confused,” You state, and Chris chuckles.

“I’ll tell you as you eat.” He hums, pointing you to the direction of the table. You listen, and grab yourself a pancake; before beginning to eat it. For Chris not cooking often, he did pretty good. “Okay, well. Have you checked the date today?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“Baby, you literally woke me up and dragged me down here. I had no time to check. ” You giggle.

“Oh… Yeah.. Anyways, It’s March twenty-ninth. twenty-twenty four.” Chris states matter of factly, but you still didn’t understand. What important day were you forgetting?

“So?” You asked confused, and Chris chuckled. He leaned over to kiss the top of your head, before explaining.

“One year ago, today, you promised me you’d hurt yourself for the last time.” Chris starts, grabbing your hands, giving you reassurance, since he knows this is a sensitive topic for you. “You’re one year sober, my love. I couldn’t be prouder. I love you so so so fucking much, and i’m forever grateful I could help my beautiful girl through that. I never want you to go through any of that again- I never want anyone to go through that. I’m so incredibly proud of how far you’ve come.” Chris sighs, before slowly bending down. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, until he grabbed something out of his pocket, lifting one leg up, so he was only on one knee.

Your eyes widen, and your hands flew over your mouth as you let out a sharp gasp. You glance over at Matt and Nick, who both had their cameras out and were filming. Tears began to flood your eyes as you looked back to Chris.

“I know this is a lot, and kind of soon to be honest, but I’d rather it be you than anyone else in the entire world. Y/N, I love you so much. More than words can describe. You’re everything to me. I’d do anything— I will do anything in my power to keep you safe and make you feel loved. Y/N, if you accept this ring, I promise you, I’ll marry you one day, and always make sure you’re the happiest girl alive. Wether that day come sooner, or later, I know it will happen, if you allow it to. Y/N Y/L/N, will you accept my promise ring?” He asks, out of breath. At this point, tears are streaming uncontrollably down your face.

“Yes! Of course!” You nod, giving Chris your hand. A bright smile immediately is plastered on his face, as he slips the beautiful ring on your ring finger. He stands up, and you throw yourself into his arms, causing him to chuckle.

“I love you, so much,” He mumbles into your neck, ignoring that both Nick and Matt were ‘awe’ing. “‘M sorry I didn’t take ya somewhere fancy to do it- I know you don’t like being the center of attention,” Chris apologizes, and you shook your head.

“No, baby. Don’t be sorry, you’re right, I’d much rather have it done here.” You reassured, pulling away from the hug, placing a sweet kiss to his lips. This action immediately made Matt and Nick’s ‘awe’s to ‘ew’s.

“Oh, hush!” Chris scoffs. “I know you’ll both do this one day when you give your girl a promise ring! Or in Nick’s case.. get a promise ring given..?” Chris tilts his head, and you giggle. “Now, go get dressed, we have plans.” Chris tells his brothers and you, as he wipes your tear stained cheeks.

“What if I said no? Would we still have plans?” You teased, but to your surprise, he still nodded.

“Of course, ma. It’s your one year anniversary of being sober. Even if you told me you hate me and you never want to speak to me again I’d try my absolute hardest to make sure you have the time of your life today.” Chris speaks truthfully, not a hint of sarcasm or unfaithfulness in his calm voice. You nod, a bright smile covering your face.

“I love you,” You sigh, standing up, heading to your shared room to get changed.

“I love you too.” Chris calls back, his brothers also heading off to their rooms.

As you made your way into ‘your’ room, you headed to the closet. Chris’ and your clothes were both mixed together in there, as he didn’t mind you wearing his clothes. He loved it, actually. You rummaged through the clothing, not finding anything nearly fancy enough to go out in, that had long sleeves. You hate wearing short sleeves or shorts in public. Not that you hated your own body, it was the way people looked at you. The ‘hideous’ scars littered all over your body. The way people would pull their loved ones closer to them so they could get as far away from you as possible, the way parents even sometimes tended to cover their children’s eyes. It all hurt you, more than you could ever imagine, so you just stopped wearing ‘revealing’ clothing.

You sit on the bed in frustration, tears welling your eyes for the second time today, even if it was only around nine A.M. You push your head into your hands, your sleeves rolling up ever so slightly, giving you a glance at your healed scars. You hated that you hate them. You regret them so much, you just wish you didn’t.

“Baby..? What’s the matter?” You hear Chris call to you. You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t even hear the door open.

“Nothing. I.. I just can’t find anything nice to wear.” You grumble, and Chris’ hand soothingly rubs your back. He hums in response; before rummaging around in your guys’ closet.

“Oh my god,” Chris gasps, and your head shoots up. He was holding a black dress, the dress you were going to wear to your high school prom. Before you hurt yourself. Before you knew that you wouldn’t even get asked to prom. “This is so fucking gorgeous, ma.” He states, before pushing it towards you. “Try it on.” He smiles. You look down.

“I… I can’t,” You shake your head. Chris’ eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes.. Yes, you can..” He nods, kissing your forehead. “Please?” He asks. He didn’t go to the same high school as you, but he knows you haven’t grown since then, since all of the pictures he’s seen of you. He knows it’s because your scars.

You slowly nod your head, and his straight face turns into a smile. He turns around, giving you privacy, all though you don’t mind. Not with Chris. You slip out of your clothes, slipping the dress over your head. You look in the mirror, and sigh. It wasn’t bad looking on you- at all, you just were scared people would think you were trying to show your scars off.

Chris turns around when he hears you sigh, and his jaw dropped. You quickly turned from the mirror to face him, worry flooding your face.

“Ma,” Chris gapes. “You’re absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous.” Chris states, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Please tell me you’re gonna wear this,” He pleads. You think for a moment. You want to wear it, he wants you to wear it, so why should you worry about what others say? You shouldn’t. You love your scars. They make you you. You nod, and his face lights up. “God, I love you,” He shakes his head, placing a kiss to your lips.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ Finn yaps❕ ;

I really hope this is okay for this request!! if you want me to rewrite it; just lmk, and i will! thank you sm for reading <3 and to @jake-and-johnnies-slut , im SO incredibly proud of you, and to anyone else struggling with self harm recovery, or just self harm in general, im so so proud if you. you’re doing amazing. if you ever need to talk, im here. ill listen. id much rather listen to you for hours than have you take your own life or hurt yourself. as a person who struggles with self harm, i promise, im here. i love you.

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[eds6ngel]

another idea: reader going over to robin and vickie’s with steve for dinner one night, robin talks to reader about how good reader is for steve, little bonding moment with robin, and reader starts to feel deeper love, then fluff with steve and maybe a reciprocation of feelings? I think that’s it for now, but you don’t have to do any of them! thank you so much for writing the series, its soooo good and I can’t wait for any spin-offs!

hi my love!! i started off with this one as it goes in the order i'd like to tackle my asks in! i changed it up slightly (not too much), so i hope you enjoy!! ♡

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. use of y/n. swearing. kissing. a lil bit of making out. allusions to sex. pet names. food mentions. r is mentioned as unlabeled (so you can assign the label according to your identity!!) r being an ally. fluff. comfort. love confessions!! [2.3k].

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“Babe?” Steve asks you, currently attending to the dishes piled in the sink from your beautiful handmade soup the two of you had for lunch. Alena was currently staying with Jonathan and Nancy, having a sleepover with her friend Ashley, which meant you had the place to yourselves.

“Uh huh?” you reply, not tearing your eyes away from the very intriguing book about the psychology of the human mind.

“You’re accepting, right?”

The question draws you away from the paperback, looking behind you to where Steve was scrubbing away at a green bowl, placing it neatly on the drying rack. “Yeah, I would say I am. Why?” The question seemed out of the blue, almost unordinary for him. It’s not like you had an issue with said question, it was just the timing that was confusing.

“Just… I really hope she doesn’t kill me for this,” Steve mumbles to himself, just loud enough for you to catch the tail end of, “You know Robin, she’s uh… She’s a lesbian, had a girlfriend for nine years. That’s okay with you… right?”

You smile, “Of course it’s okay. It’s more than okay. People can love whoever they want to love.” You were very passionate about this topic. You hadn’t particularly labeled your own sexuality, but you were striving for the ones that didn’t fit into the heteronormative society to have as many rights as you did. You frankly thought it was stupid that they didn’t already, and that as long as relationships are consensual and healthy, anybody of age should be allowed to love and potentially have sex with whoever they wanted.

Steve sighs out, chuckling lightly, “Oh thank God. I was so scared for a second.”

“Babe, if I didn’t support gay people, I shouldn’t even be deserving of your time. Besides… I’ve been to a few protests in my life,” you smirk, quickly looking back down at your book to leave Steve standing there in shock.

“You’ve been to protests?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “College is a wild ride babe. You end up doing things you never thought you would ever do.”

“Huh… Anyway,” he shakes his running thoughts off, “I was asking because I was wondering if you’d like to go on a double date with them. You know, me and you, Robin and her girlfriend Vickie, that sort of thing?”

“Of course!” you happily agree, “When were you thinking?”

“Well, I’ll have to check with the girls, but since Alena isn’t back until tomorrow evening, I was thinking we could grab lunch somewhere tomorrow afternoon?”

“That sounds great babe! I’m totally down.”

He puts the final dish on the rack, walking up behind you and placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head, “Great, let me just give them a call, see if they’re down too.”

“There’s nothing good on this menu,” Robin whines, “You couldn’t have chosen a better restaurant, Steve?”

The four of you were squeezed into a booth of a small sandwich shop on the outskirts of Hawkins. Steve had his hand on your thigh as he scanned through the menu to the right of you, Robin and Vickie sat opposite.

Steve scoffs, “Just because you’re an extremely fussy eater, Robin. Everyone else here seems to be fine with the menu. The menu’s good, isn’t it, babe?” His question holds a slight waver of uncertainty, his best friend making his insecurities come out.

You take a quick look up at Robin over the top of your menu, smirking away as you pretend to cringe, “Well…”

Steve’s eyes open wide as he thinks he made the biggest mistake of his life, you having to quickly put a reassuring hand on your shoulder to calm him down, “I’m only kidding babe, it’s wonderful.”

“Well, according to someone it isn’t,” he narrows his eyes at Robin, her sticking her tongue out at him. You and Vickie give each other a look, as if you were both mothers parenting your immature children.

The waiter soon comes, Robin ordering a plain chicken sandwich, as suspected, Steve a ham and cheese toastie, Vickie a cheese and salad sandwich, and you deciding on a pulled pork sandwich.

“So,” you begin to start the conversation back up, “I’ve heard the two of you have been together for nine years. That’s incredible!”

Vickie holds Robin’s hand in hers on top of the table, the other leaning against her cheek, “Yeah. Almost at the nine year anniversary. You know, it took Robin two years to ask me out. She had a crush on me since the start of ‘86, took her until the Spring of ‘88 to make a move. We were both just blubbering messes up until that point. She finally asked me out, we had our first date, and then the rest is history I suppose.”

“So, just like me and Steve,” you giggle, Steve squeezing your thigh as he smiles down at you, Robin noticing how in love her best friend looks. “Always the whole mutual pining game, huh?”

“Apparently so. After the earthquake happened here a decade ago, we had to help out at the school for anyone affected,” Vickie explains, “Well, Robin and I got put on making PB&J’s, and I got so rambly and nervous in her presence that I buttered both pieces of bread with peanut butter.”

“Yeah, I was sorting clothes, watching the two of you be all cutesy and shit from across the room.”

Robin lets her mouth hang open, “You were watching that day?”

Steve nods with a grin on his face, “Uh, yeah? My best friend talking to her crush who she wouldn’t shut up about for months? And the two of you laughing and getting along? Of course I was watching.”

Vickie sighs happily, “I’m trying to think of some questions to ask the two of you, but I think we know every detail of your relationship.”

Robin raises her eyebrows with a smirk next to her girlfriend, “Oh yeah. Every goddamn time we saw him. ‘She called me handsome.’ ‘She’s just so pretty.’ ‘What am I supposed to do?’ Over and over again. It was constant reassurance, trying to encourage him to ask you out.”

“Just to let you know though,” Vickie points at you, “We did not encourage him to kiss you and therefore lose your job. We take absolutely no responsibility in that.”

You brush her off with a wave of your hand, “I mean, it didn’t end up so bad in the end. I mean, no insult to Hawkins or anything—”

“Babe,” Steve interrupts you, “We’ve all grown up here. You can insult this place however you like.”

“I don’t like to be rude though honey, you know that!” you laugh as Steve presses a kiss to your cheek, Robin and Vickie giving each other a knowing look, “Okay, fine. Just to preface, I loved the kids I taught, okay? Nothing wrong on their part. Just… some of the teachers were extremely mean in the staff room, some parents were just absolutely awful and the place itself was just… I dunno, something felt off.”

“Yeah, because it’s a piece of shit,” Robin truthfully states, Vickie jabbing her lightly in the ribs, Robin letting out an “Ow!”

You giggle, “Yeah, it kind of is, I guess. At least in comparison to Ernie Pyle. I suppose parents take their kids education a lot more seriously there. The student population is mostly made up of ethnic minorities from disadvantaged backgrounds, so the parents want to give their kids what they never had growing up. Plus, I think it’s around 90% of the teachers already have at least three years of prior teaching experience. It’s one of the reasons they took me on actually.”

“Well, I’m glad you got your happy ending. Perfect relationship and a perfect job,” Vickie points out, “Seems like a total win.”

“Yeah,” you look up at Steve lovingly, “It was.”

You had all enjoyed your meals, no matter how adventurous your selections were. Before you all got ready to leave, Steve excused himself to the bathroom, Robin sipping the final bits of her strawberry milkshake. “I’ve never seen dingus so in love before. I imagine you must get fed up with how much he says it.”

But, that’s the thing: he’d never said it. You weren’t gonna critique him on that, you were happy to take things as slow as possible, but there was that lingering thought in the back of your mind that maybe he wasn’t as in love as you were. And you didn’t want to scare him off by saying those three words if he didn’t feel that confident in the relationship yet.

“Actually, he hasn’t said it yet…” you let out.

“What?”

“Are you kidding?”

The two girls sit there in shock as you shrug it off. “No, you have to be lying,” Robin says, “Dingus has been in love with you since… well, forever!“

“Yeah, my love’s not kidding,” Vickie adds on, “I’m pretty sure he told us after you two did the Christmas Fayre together.”

“Probably even alluded to it before that.” Robin looks you in the eye, “You do love him, don’t you?”

You nod, “Of course I love him, Robin! I just don’t want to say it, and then he doesn’t feel the same—“

“Y/N, I’m telling you,” Vickie interrupts you, “He is 100% definitely in love with you. I know that for a fact. We both do.”

Robin nods, making you lean back in your chair and pinch the bridge of your nose, “Why won’t he say it then?”

“Y/N,” Robin starts, “The first girl Steve ever said ‘I love you’ to was Nancy Wheeler two weeks into their relationship, and they broke up a year later. The second was Alena’s mother who walked out when her daughter was a few months old, leaving Steve alone with a child to raise by himself. I think he’s just scared to say it in case you leave, since that’s all he knows.”

Vickie nods along, “But, if you say it first… I think that he might calm down a little. Realise that you are the one taking initiative.”

“Just say it…” Robin says softly, “What else have you got left to lose?”

But, you could have a lot to lose. What if he was just saying it to Robin and Vickie and doesn’t properly mean it? What if you tell him and he doesn’t reciprocate? You’d lose your whole relationship.

You have no time to think as Steve re-appears, reaching for his denim jacket the other side of you, “Right, we ready to go?”

Robin and Vickie smile at you, giving you a look as they begin to stand, collecting their belongings as the four of you head out the main entrance of the shop.

After bidding farewell to Robin and Vickie, Steve drove you back home, him having to clean the house for when Alena got home, and you having to prepare resources for your class tomorrow.

He pulls up to your apartment complex, leading you to the entrance as always, like the gentlemen he is.

You grab his hand, Steve noticing that it was slightly shaking wrapped around his, “Um… Steve? I just want to say something before you go.”

He simply stares back, you taking it as a sign to continue talking. You let out a breath. It was now or never.

“I understand that you’ve been wanting to take this entire thing slowly, and I get that. But, I just want to reassure you that I am in this for the long run. I love how you treat me, and care for me. I love the dates you take me on, they are so varied. I love how kind, and caring, and slightly stupid you can be sometimes. And I guess what I’m trying to say is that… I love you.”

You can audibly hear how his breath hitches in his throat, your brain instantly taking that as a mistake, “But, don’t feel as if you need to reciprocate or anything, because I don’t want to pressure you into doing that. I just needed to let it out—”

Your rambling is stopped by Steve’s lips crashing into yours. You can’t help but let the slight moan slip from your mouth as he deepens the kiss, your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he cups your cheeks. Before the kiss can escalate, Steve pulls apart from you, leaning his forehead against yours as he whispers back, “I love you too,” a goofy smile gracing his features. “Shit, I was just so scared to say anything in case it made you leave, as that’s what usually happens whenever I say those words—”

It’s now your time to interrupt him with a giggle, “I know baby, Robin kind of told me everything.”

He shakes his head, “God, I hate her. Always revealing secrets about me.”

“Damn,” you huff, “Maybe I should hang out with her more, get more juicy details about you.”

He leans back, raising his eyebrows at you, “Absolutely not. I’ve revealed way too much of my life to her.”

You both laugh, “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you too, Y/N L/N,” he replies, leaning in to kiss you once again. You melt into the kiss, Steve swiping his tongue across your lips, asking for permission to which you accept, opening your mouth and letting his tongue slip in, the lingering taste of his sandwich invading your senses. The two of you moan, you pulling back to catch your breath, realising the two of you were technically stood directly next to a busy road. “Amy’s out with her boyfriend today… So, I have the apartment to myself…”

Steve looks down at his watch, before turning his gaze back to you, smirking and seductively replying, “I think we have time.”

i hope you enjoyed!! i will get to the rest of your asks (and everybody else's) tomorrow and during the course of next week!! ♡

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Anyway I can request a Gallzatto x Female!Reader imagine? Maybe it’s after she gives birth to the twins and they’re all coming home and it’s just about them adjusting and taking care of their little family and their woman as well since she went through a pretty complicated pregnancy and birth? (bonus points on these guys being addicted to her boobs more than usual now they they’re bigger than usual and full of milk?)

This one gets smutty at the end because I feel a certain way about boyfriends and their girlfriend's big, milky tits 💦💦🔞🔞

But oh man those two? They somehow planned your entire recovery period, even the tiniest details not forgotten. Aparently they had managed to plan it all while the doctors fixed you up and checked on the babies.

You didn't have to stay in the hospitsl for longer than that day, so late at night all five of you walked through your apartment door. All three parents still smiling widely as they, for what felt like the millionth time, stared down at their beautiful baby daughters.

Rose and Lily.

With momma mostly having to stay on bedrest the boys are spending all your sleeping moments together to bathe their baby girls, make quick meals for you, cleaning duty all day. They're putting any stay at home dad to shame with their teamwork.

I think this is the time that the two of them really start to be each others' boyfriends too, as well as being yours, sharing quick kisses and touches.

When it was time for the babies to feed they'd wake you oh so carefully, help you sit up and watch over their girls, burp them after feeding and absolutely be talking all obsessively about how great your tits look now, admitting to almost being jealous of the little ones being the only ones allowed to touch them right now.

They're in detail discussing the topic, Lip being whiny about how he misses being intimate with you while Carmy agrees but adds he's more curious as to how you taste. "Oh fuck, man. Now you're making ne imagine it." Lip drags a hand over his face, looking up with a sigh. "Not cool, man." Carmen only laughs at his now shared curiosity.

With every passing week and doctor appointment you were able do to more stuff by yourself, being awake at normal hours again and properly spending time with your family. With you being on bedrest for so long, you were relying on the boys showing all the right ways to care for your daughters. Closely watching them as one explained while the other showed you. They hovered like crazy in the beginning, slowly letting you do things all.on your own as they saw you were handling your babies well enough.

Eventually you felt good enough to suggest going out for a short walk, really wanting to be outside for a bit after feeling locked up for so long and only being out once to have the babies, and being stuck inside directly after.

With the walk going well and only leaving you exhausted from the amount of activity, the boys started plotting to get you back in bed with them. The knew you were still off-limits when it came to having sex until the doctors gave you the green light to start easing into it again.

But hey, you were up and around again so the second your daughters were asleep, they lured you to bed. "For cuddles, we missed being with you." Carmen's argument stupidly enough made sense in your eyes so you let them go on. You laid down in the middle, one boy at each of your sides, arms draped over your stomach and kisses being strategically placed frkm yojr jaw down to thelow cut neckline of your top that they simultaniously pulled down to reveal the feeding bra that covered your soft breasts.

They both let out a content hum as you hadn't tried to stop them yet and both of them undid the button at the top of each cup. Pulling them down they continued their trail of kisses over the swell of your full chest, stopping right at your nipples and cautiously licking to test your response.

Whwn your hands ended up in their hair almost immediately they shot each other a panicked glance, thinking they were in deep shit until they realised you weren't doing anything to pull them away. Lip only wanted to play, so he placed some more wet kisses as Carmy pressed his tongue down and licked before both of them latched on and sucked softly. You did your best to stay quiet so the babies wouldn't wake up but the feeling of them drinking from you was too good. Carmen's hand came up to your breast to squeeze it, tasting you more and more. Lip's traveled south to the inside of your thigh, rutting against the plush of your leg.

After a moment your fingers tugged at their hair, telling them it's been enough for now and reminding them this was their daughters' food supply, not for their horny snack times.

[arachnixe]

The Apex Predator

(Part 6 of Night’s Longing - Previous: Older And More Powerful)

Tears. I wondered if there would be tears. A bloodbag, a human girl—a vampire hunter by blood—dies. What does that mean to the vampires who called her sister?

I guess it means tears. That’s something.

“You can’t die,” Liz says. “Not already. Not like this.” Her tears streak through mascara and eyeliner, though she pays no heed to the mess.

Vicky’s cheeks are damp too, but her hands are balled in fists as she paces back and forth. “I’ll fucking kill them. They won’t get away with this.”

“Vicks, you can’t.”

“Like hell I can’t.”

“No, you really can’t! Ylio is stronger than us, and their allies will leap to their aid in an instant if they’re attacked. You can’t. I can’t. We can’t.”

“I bet Carmen could.”

Liz considers this proposal in silence.

“I’ve got her number.”

Liz sighs. “I don’t trust Carmen. You know, I checked the clan records, and I found nothing about her. 400 years old, and nothing in there? That’s suspicious.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone’s updated their name over the years. Not everyone wants to try moving through the modern world with a name like ‘Eberhard’ or ‘Milburga,’ right?”

“I asked Eberhard too, actually. Gave him her description. He doesn’t know her. 400 years is old enough to have known the Nine and all the other big players. Hell, everyone that age is a big player with deep political connections and rivalries going back ages. Vicks, she’s old enough to have potentially worked directly for Dracula and nobody has heard of her.”

“If she actually met Dracula, she’d be dead.” Vicky scoffs. “Unless she’s secretly one of the Nine.” After pausing to think for a moment, she muses, “or maybe that’s why nobody knows her. She could have fled the purge, hid for a while, changed her name. Could be why she was so keen to hear about his cult.”

“Hell of a trick to manage that when nobody else did,” Liz replies. “So maybe she’s interested in Dracula because she’s loyal to him, and maybe because she hates him, or maybe none of the above, but whoever she is, what reason would Carmen have to help us get revenge on behalf of a bloodbag, anyway?”

“She was really intent on learning about Hanna’s… the Boltman thing. You know.”

“Right. The Boltman thing.” Liz lets the topic hang in the air without further comment.

Vicky resumes her pacing, increasingly working herself up as she fails to find an outlet for her anger, which builds into a frustrated growl of outrage. “Stupid bitch. You stupid, beautiful bitch! You said you were durable! You said you could survive—” Her voice cracks.

”…a lot.” I finish her sentence with a weak groan, barely mustering the strength to speak. Ugh. My everything hurts. Did I fuck up that last-ditch lifeward, or is this really better than it could have been? I should have paid more attention to my theurgy lessons.

“No way.” Liz’s voice is a whisper of incredulity. “No fucking way. Your heart stopped.”

“Got better, didn’t it?” With embarrassment, I catch myself whining involuntarily with each exhalation. My ribs don’t feel right. Scratch that, none of my bones feel right. Neither do my organs. Nor my brain for that matter. “It does that when I die, but it eventually remembers how to do its job as long as I’m mostly intact.”

“Shit, is that why you butchered those hunters so excessively? Huh. I thought you were just being…” Vicky trails off, then shakes her head and kneels next to me. “You know what, never mind. Is it okay for us to move you?”

“Where…?”

“Uh, I just set you down on the floor of the apartment when I brought you here, so the bed, maybe?”

“You don’t move someone with a neck or back injury, Vicks.”

“Okay, yes, Liz told me that after I carried you here, which is why I’m asking this time. But also, in fairness to me, your heart had stopped.”

Yeah, okay.

“Probably can’t hurt me any worse then. Sure, let’s see if the bed makes me feel less like I’m made out of broken glass.”

My sisters carefully pick me up together and carry me to the other room. They’re as gentle as can be, but the pain still inspires me to scream and pass out about it.

---

“Let them think I’m dead.”

For once, I feel appreciative of my bloodline’s curse. Every last one of my bones healed correctly without anything like proper medical attention or real first aid. Two days after the fall, I’m able to stand on my own again, though not yet entirely without pain.

“For how long?” Liz asks.

“Until I kill them.”

“You can’t,” my sister objects, just as she did with Vicky, but I’m not in the mood to argue.

“I can.” My voice is firm. “Lizzy, I know it’s easy to forget, but I have specifically trained my whole life to do exactly this.” I stretch my arms in the air and lean forward to touch my toes, triggering some disturbing pops from my joints while I try to get my muscles to wake up. “You just need to smuggle me out of here without letting me be recognized. Let Ylio think the Hanna problem is solved, and Hanna will make sure the Ylio problem gets solved.”

“I won’t let you!”

“Liz.” I turn my whole body to face her head on. I want her to look at me. Really look at me. Read the outrage in my eyes and the determination in the set of my jaw. I stand my ground. But what I see on her face isn’t a mindless need for control, it’s just fear. She came close to losing me once, and I can see her doubt that she’ll ever see me again if she lets me go now. My voice softens. “Lizzy, please. If you don’t help me do this, things are only going to get harder. For all three of us.”

She weighs the options in silence, until, with a sour twist of her mouth, she provisionally accepts my point. “What are you planning to do out there?”

“Not planning,” I shrug. “I do my best work improvising. All I need from you is to keep an eye on them and message me when they next go out for a meal.”

“Ylio doesn’t leave all that much. They spend most of their time down here. That could be weeks, and you have nowhere to stay.”

“I’ll find somewhere.”

Vicky, who’s been looking increasingly unsettled during this conversation, butts in. “You’re giving us nothing. You’re shutting us out. Who are you exactly, and what have you done with Hanna?”

Ouch. I realize I’m going full vampire hunter mode here, practically acting like my father. It feels gross to notice, and I grimace in disgust with myself.

But it’s Liz who responds. “You ever need to wear a mask to get something unpleasant done, Vicks?”

“No.” She sighs. “I guess I really haven’t, I can only imagine.” Vicky rubs the back of her neck. “But I know how you get sometimes, Lizzy.” She softens and after a moment, she too relents. “Alright. I’m sorry. I think I’m just scared that you’ll get a taste for hunting vampires again or something.”

That’s too much. I can’t keep up this persona around my sisters. “No, Vicky, please don’t believe that.” Tears sting my eyes. I cross the room and sweep her up in a tight embrace. “I won’t. You’re my family. This is just revenge, I promise.” I pull away to look her in the eyes and hope the look of hurt on my face proves my sincerity. “And when I get back, you can make damn sure to remind me of the pleasures of being on the right side, okay?” I turn to Liz. “Both of you.”

“Of course.” With me losing my nerve for cold, calculated planning, Liz picks up the slack and puts on her own mask of professionalism. “But for right now, let’s find you a disguise and sneak you out of here.”

---

Plenty of safehouses to hole up inside while I wait for the notification. The weight of my old, familiar gear is a strange comfort, for all I loathe the people who taught me how to use it. The training equipment inside helps me knock off the rust, hone my reflexes again.

A meager bookshelf holds a few yellowed copies of classic hunter texts. Here I find Professor Van Helsing’s On the Nature of the Vampire and His Weaknesses, thoroughly hand annotated with notes and corrections. It’s an old edition, published in the 70s, without the forward mine had by Helga Vordenburg which warned the reader about exaggerations, mistakes, and straight-up lies and therefore also missing all her footnotes correcting the old fraud. I think the only reason anyone still teaches from this book is a misplaced sense of respect for the historical value of such an old piece of hunter lore.

More useful to me is Practical Theurgy: the Hunter’s Primer, a book that begins by belaboring some academic point about the distinction between theurgy and thaumaturgy and how the notion of practical theurgy really belongs in the latter category. I’ve never met a hunter who cares about that sort of thing, but after skipping past the author’s preoccupation with occult taxonomy, I find a fairly well-written refresher that even teaches me a few new tricks.

Still the wait is an agonizing, painfully dull slog to endure alone. I have been biding my time for days, and Ylio has yet to visit the surface. It might happen tomorrow night or six weeks from now. There’s no way to know for sure. What if they never do? How long should I be willing to wait before I decide on a back-up plan?

It’s no wonder that the message I receive presents an irresistible temptation.

I have my phone notification set as loud as possible, so receiving this message at three in the afternoon wakes me from a sound sleep. What the hell is Carmen doing up at this ungodly hour?

Wait, never mind. Is she asking me on a date? Is a four-century-old vampire with more charisma in her little finger than I’ve mustered in my whole life asking me on a date?

I should ask. Hold on. No, not like that Hanna, you idiot. She’s old and fancy. I can’t type like a slob at her.

Is it… okay to say yes? Will Ylio ruin this for me if I say yes? Will saying yes put my revenge at risk? My fingers are already answering before my mind catches up. No, no, fuck, at least delete the keysmash first. I don’t want to totally overwhelm her with the gay flirting conventions of the modern era.

No emote or anything, but I can easily imagine Carmen winking at her phone as she typed that last line. At least I hope I’m reading her right. It’s hard to gauge tone when someone’s typing like they’re from another era altogether. Which she is.

I can’t get back to sleep. Instead I get dressed in the best I have to wear: a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and my hunter’s boots. I give my shirt the old sniff test, and, well, it could be worse. I guess.

…No, I can’t go out smelling like this. I’ve got a sink, some dish detergent, and hours of time for the shirt to air dry, which I think should be plenty if I wring it out enough. Should I polish my boots? I’m going to polish my boots. Should I polish the sword? No, no, who brings a sword to an expensive steakhouse? That’s stupid. Oh, I hope Carmen doesn’t expect me to pay my half of the meal. I definitely don’t have the money for that. She probably doesn’t right? She knows I’m poor, probably, and she’s one of those old-fashioned Lady Gentleman types who will definitely insist on paying. I think.

Aaaa, I’ve never been treated to a fancy dinner date like this before. I never learned the etiquette for this stuff!

Breathe, Hanna. You already thought you fumbled her once, and look where we are now. I’m sure she’s not expecting me to be a perfect picture of a 17th century Victorian lady. I’m at least more sure of that than I am what century the Victorian era was.

It takes me most of the next four hours to calm myself down and feel at least as presentable as I can possibly make myself under the circumstances. My shirt is still a little damp, but I can deal with it. It’s time. I’ve heard the beep of her car horn. I just have to step outside and meet up with my date.

Ohmygod the suit Carmen’s wearing today is even fancier than the one I last saw her in. I don’t even know suit stuff, but I can tell that there’s extra tailoring happening there and a whole vest under the coat and a handkerchief in her front pocket folded in some origami-like design. Her smile is even more handsome than I remember as she opens the passenger door for me.

The car is just like her suit, way fancier than I know the words to describe and probably Italian. It’s a convertible, I know that much, and when we take off, I’m thankful that the wind finishes drying my shirt. You’d think inside the city there wouldn’t be much fun to get out of a sports car, but traffic seems to part for her the same way as the crowds did back in the club. She blasts through the streets as though there were no obstacles at all, and even the lights turn green just in time for us to scream through each intersection at top speed, or what I imagine top speed to be. Though I suspect any speed Carmen does is “top” speed, honestly.

Dinner is surprisingly chill. As promised, nobody bothers me about the dress code. One look from my date, and humans bend over backward to accommodate her every whim. It even makes me feel powerful just being in her company. The two of us enjoy light and flirty conversation that stays away from the topic of Dracula or murder. With the aid of some nice wine, I eventually manage to loosen up around Carmen and even forget to worry about which fork is which.

Vampires don’t eat much, and when they do, they tend to only have an appetite for meat, but Carmen surprises me. We split a massive porterhouse cooked black and blue, and she doesn’t just eat her fair share, she also samples each of the sides, commenting approvingly on the mashed potatoes, even. I surprise myself by devouring an entire salad, and I start to think maybe my body has been craving a lot more greens than I’ve had access to lately. I should really tell my sisters I need more veggies in my diet.

As if inspired by that thought, Carmen brings up the topic of my family. “May I ask about the nature of your relationship with Victoria and Elizabeth?”

I giggle at the question. It’s a fair one, though, if Carmen’s genuinely interested in dating me. “They’re my sisters,” I answer simply, though I soon realize that needs some clarification. “At least in private. Publicly I’m just Liz’s personal bloodbag.”

“Quite the age gap between you sisters,” Carmen observes.

“Well, I guess I’m an honorary sister, like I’m an honorary vampire. I drink blood with them, you know.” I waggle my eyebrows flirtatiously at my date. “Also we do fuck, which is probably not very sisterly behavior, but…” I let the sentence hang with a shrug.

Carmen appears puzzled. “Is this some sort of initiation rite before they turn you properly?”

“No, they’re just being— Oh, you don’t know.” My mood sinks at having to confront this topic. “You can’t turn vampire hunters,” I explain. “Cursed bloodline. Believe me, I’ve tried.” I don’t cry. I shed no tears. I refuse to. I’ve mourned my fate enough for one lifetime. “I would give anything to be able to join this family for real, but it’s never going to be in the cards for me.”

My last few words are quiet, practically a whisper. Try as I might, it’s impossible to fully hide my heartbreak.

“Never say never.” My date reaches across the table to put her hand on mine. “The world is full of mysteries and powers beyond your knowledge. Far fewer things are beyond mine, and even I do not know everything. Nevertheless, what I do know is this: Morris Boltman does not get to have the final word in the book of your life. There is hope for you yet.”

The tears well up and fall down my face against my will. I can’t look her in the eye right now, but somehow when Carmen says this, it doesn’t feel like the cruelty of false hope. I want to believe her. I want a future I can look forward to.

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ㅤㅤ ───​ pay the price ⸝⸝

[ 박성화 ] ─── COLLEGE AU!PARK SEONGHWA​ x FEM!READERㅤ·ㅤSYNOPSIS it started as a regular study session, where he studied and you didn’t, except it ended with being kicked out of the libraryㅤ·ㅤWORD COUNT 2.7kㅤ·ㅤWARNINGS nsfw!!, oral (m receiving), dom!hwa, est. relationship, pet names, hwa is mean, voyeurism (and yeah they’re caught. in the library), dirty talk, cursing, cum eating, fingering, hwa is a pusher!!, hwa is kinda using reader, not really proofread, lmk if missed anything & sorry for possible mistakes!!

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You sat in the library, yet again, hunched over a really thick science book. The lines and words blur together, making it difficult to even keep your eyes open. You rested your head in your palms to prevent it from slumping onto the wooden table with a loud bang. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as your feet bounced up and down, shaking the table vigorously without you realizing it.

As the warm sun dipped below the horizon, the small corner where you had retreated became undeniably uncomfortable. Your head spun from all the information you were eager to absorb in just a few hours, leaving your tired brain overwhelmed.

In any other setting, you would’ve found it endearing and beautiful to just gaze out the window at sunset, having its rays warm up your face and skin, coating you too in the gentle goldish color. Instead, squirming on a worn-out padded chair that was probably as old as you, your back aching and eyes burning while you scanned the pages.

Your index and thumb fingers fidgeted with the corner of the book, wishing deep in your heart you could just rip it straight out, crumple it up, and have it land in the trash bin. With great effort, you managed to turn the page instead, thinking twice if you really wanted to continue for the day or rest with the possibility of the failing your test.

Seonghwa, on the other hand unfortunately for you was nearing the end of his patience.

You both agreed on a small, shared study session, agreeing to help you out at the price of just enjoying your company while going through books. Your boyfriend sent frustrated glares and glances towards you which flew over your head like air.

“You should’ve said no.” His nose is buried in the books, not even sparing a single glance at you. When you don’t answer because the confusion blocks your brain, he continues, “To come with me to the library. Especially if you’re not gonna do anything useful.” Seonghwa placed his chin on his palm, his eyes judging you as one of his eyebrows arched up.

“You’re on the page you were like.. 23 minutes ago.” He said matter of factly and you were indeed.

“Yeah, because you said you’d help.” You quibbled further. “And I’m currently, waiting for that, help, Seonghwa.” He responded with a long, drawn-out "oh," clearly laced with sarcasm.

“Let’s see it then,” he said suddenly, a determined glint in his eye. He quickly adjusted his soft silver hair, tucking it behind his ear before encroaching on your personal space.

His gentle lashes fluttered prettily, seeming almost majestic under the rough white lamps. Deep brown orbs shone as he caught up on your topic, for the sake of tutoring you.

Out of the blue, his gentle voice called out, so caring and soothing but with a certain firmness. “You’re staring, sweetheart.” Two long fingers grazed the side of your face, barely even touching when a sudden sharp feeling of discomfort shot through you.

As his fingers grazed the side of your face in a fleeting touch, a sharp discomfort jolted through you as he playfully pinched your plush cheeks, tugging your head slightly to the side. A groan escaped your lips and your eyes snapped shut.

“What a shame that those beautiful orbs are not staring at the sheets.” A small peck soothed the stinging red spot on your skin, his hand straying over you in a faint caress. “Should we search for another book to keep my baby’s interest up, hm?”

And that did the work for you to follow him. Giving him the faintest attitude was quickly melted away every time tenderness crept into his tone. Practicing the greatest patience in your company was a challenge but with devotion, he learned how to control you just the right way.

Your eyes brushed over the titled edge of the books, but in reality, they did not show care even for the descriptions. Getting to the end of the scientific section at an incredibly fast pace. You rushed forward while the boy just sauntered behind you, pocketing his hands.

He was paying attention to you, knowing you couldn’t care less about finding a better book to study from.

“Nothing much here…” you mused, feigning a disappointed sigh. But in truth, you couldn’t be happier—this meant you might finally escape the confines of your study session, right?

However, the moment you turned your head to leave, you were met with dark eyes locking onto yours, the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin, igniting a blush that crept up your cheeks. Startled, you jumped slightly before quickly recomposing yourself, a faint chuckle escaping your lips in an attempt to mask the sudden rush of emotions.

“What?

“Keep this nonchalant attitude up and you’re walking out on that door..” He paused, nodding towards the brown, wooden exit door at the other side all while keeping the stern eye contact. “With your throat fucked raw.”

He wasn’t shy about his words apparently since there wasn’t a soul near you so what could even hold back his filthy tongue?

“I didn’t work for shit. For you to laze your ass around after I lectured you, hm?” Seonghwa asked with a small tilt of his head, just when you were about to pat him on the shoulder for his great pun and let out a good cackle together. “Now knock your sense into your small brain.. or I will.” He warns. “But there won’t be much thanks in it.”

This side of him is rare for to let it seep through his always collected, warm, and charming façade. You just stared into his eyes dumbly for a long enough period for you to feel his words sink in and their seriousness this time.

A nervous laugh made itself out of you, your attention darting around behind him -anything- to avoid his staring. The atmosphere felt intimidating now but mostly embarrassing, he didn’t do anything to force you to look at him, knowing you’d have to do it yourself in the end.

“You think I’m joking, do you?”

“Joking- haha… You’re not?..” the small, forced giggle halted down into an embarrassing silence, you sucked a breath through your teeth to ground yourself with a nod. “I knew that.”

“You did, my sweet, sweet smart girl?..” The outside voices faded away when he put a hand on top of your head, rubbing your hair just a bit to ruffle it before letting it rest on the back of your neck, urging you to close the remaining gap by yourself.

“Just like any sane person.. I charge for my services, too.” Added against your lips, breathing the same air, he pulled you into a rough kiss. His tongue darted out to lick at the seam of your mouth demanding entry which you gladly provided not showing an ounce of resistance.

“So be good and work hard for those grades, just like I work to tutor you.” By placing pressing on your shoulders with his arms, your knees buckled to the floor.

Little to no use with your resistance, there you were, kneeling right in front of his bulging crotch. “Hwa-”

“Shh.. do you see that?” He questioned, cooing while his own eyes took a look at his straining erection. “Yeah, that’s what you’ll take care of.”

“In the library-”

“In the fucking library, y/n.” He made you bite back on the remaining words of your sentence. Right hand fisting in your hair, the other roughly working to get rid of his annoying piece of clothing, pushing his pants just below his waist in the company of his boxers.

“Hurry.” He instructed, not-so-patiently waiting for you to take hold of him, stroking him to life. You looked unsure about your actions, almost as if you’d stop at any moment which you would’ve loved to, except the man’s hold on you didn’t let you budge. With small licks up the underside of his shaft with the flat of your tongue, you felt a twitch, his member finally growing in size.

Your hair held back in a makeshift ponytail, for some reason your muscles just seemed to resist at all cost. Seonghwa’s hold was a lot stronger, digits pulling on your roots and digging into your scalp, while his other hand held a firm grip on his heavy, pulsing cock.

“C’mon now.. we agreed, be a good girl already..” he tutted, intently watching as he smeared the white droplets oozing from his tip across your plump, parted lips.

Your heart hammered in your ears wildly, what if someone heard you or worse -saw you-. Seonghwa didn’t even bother to drag you to the restrooms, choosing a perfect spot behind the bookshelves. Still, passersby people could clearly take out to scene before them if they even catch a glimpse of what happening through the cracks between the books arranged carefully, yet messy enough to reveal everything-.

The man looked down at you like you were some kind of doll, exclusively for his pleasure. His actions and words are not gentle in any kind of way. Still, gazing into his orbs, his warmth embracing your body just made your cunt clench and weep under the confinement of your clothes.

His gentle fingers now holding your locks with anything but mercy, the more you try to pull away the more he’s pushing.

Paranoid, taking a swift look around, accidentally making eye contact with someone.

Crap, if they didn’t know before, they must know now. Hurriedly, you tapped on his waist, abruptly shaking your head and pleading for Seonghwa to let you up. He didn’t.

“Did they notice us?..” He drawled, voice strained with pleasure. You blushed, a mix of arousal and embarrassment flushing your cheeks. “You need that help, hm?” You did indeed, agree with a subtle nod. “Then just shut up..” He tipped his head back with a quiet snicker, the next groan higher with a few pitches. They didn’t just notice, they heard now.

Seonghwa didn’t care less if you couldn’t visit this library because of your dirty acts as it results in you being banned or just not going back anymore and the burning shame of being seen.

The delicate locks framing his face now swayed with every thrust his hips slammed into your used mouth. Throat aching and your lips pulsing. Feeling the salty droplets on your tongue, you knew he was close, he looked back down at your kneeling form. His hand which wasn’t occupied with moving your head, cupped the side of your face, the thumb gently brushing over your heavily squeezed down eyelids, encouraging you to open them.

“Look at me, doll..” Hwa called out as you weren’t able to comprehend the hint. Your ears ringing and your brain is a complete mush. When you locked gazes, a devilish grin stretched on his face at the exquisite sight of you so fucked out, salty tears stung the corner of your eyes, throat contracting around his invading member, eliciting a muffled cough.

Pearly white droplets dripped on your chin, creating a hardly audible thud sound as it came into contact with the black carpeted floor underneath. Gulping down the generous load, swiftly wiping away the excess.

“They caught-”

“Like I give a single fuck..” Tucking himself back in no time, sweeping his clothes with his palms across his body, he was ready to go, not like you. You, who still sat on your knees, your throat sore, body flushed hot.

Letting out a drained sigh, he gave a small tap under your chin with his middle and index finger. “Collect yourself.” You seemed so shameful, embarrassment filling your veins, your hands and legs trembling just the right amount.

The fire you saw a few seconds ago completely dissipated into thin air, two hands hooked under your arms to roughly make you stand back on your own two legs.

“Seonghwa- we- we really should go..” You stammered, head turning left and right, leaning to peek past the shelves if the person was still around. There was no one, yet you couldn’t shake off the feeling of what if they came back and you’d get into trouble?

“No.” He responded curtly. “Not until I say we do. Now turn.”

“What-”

“Just turn the fuck around.” And before you could even do as he said, he handled you himself, your face coming into contact with the wall, keeping yourself on your palm. “Is my baby this dumb? She doesn’t even understand the basics.. poor little girl..” Leaning in right next to your ear, blowing a warm stream of breath on your nape, having goosebumps rise all over you.

He soothed the rough action of his left hand on the back of your head, gripping your hair to push forward, making you squeeze your face against the cold surface, a whined out disagreement leaving you.

“Either you gonna stay quiet or everyone in here will know what we’re up to, your choice.” Stay quiet? What for? What is he gonna-

A strangled gasp escaped you, his right hand shoving itself inside your pants, cupping your sex through your underwear. The heel of his palm and fingers rubbing insistently as the heat between your legs slowly.

“You want to go? Like this? What a whore. You’d enjoy making a mess of your goddamn panties in the streets, huh?” His index finger pulled the soft cotton away to the side, three pads of his digits easily gliding through your folds, your slick helping the slide.

He snickered at your pleasured expression, cheeks dancing in deep red and your brain unable to form a coherent sentence at this point, —so he pushed you further— his soft pads wrote down shapes on your clit gently before delivering a small pinch to the sensitive bud, making you purposefully moan out just a bit louder, mingling with your barely audible pants.

Feeling the pulsing grow between your legs, he sneakily pushed two fingers inside your sopping hole, while his thumb continued the maddening circling.

“So pretty.. do you think others hear you too?” Just the simple thought of what he said was true, had you clench around him and causing him to let out a low groan at the feeling. “Does this make you excited?”

There was no point in denying it to him; you gave Seonghwa a small nod as his left hand moved to encircle your waist the moment he sensed your hips twitch and struggle. His thrusts quickened, the silence between the white walls was so loud, the squelches hearable like screams, yet you didn’t care. You hopelessly chased your orgasm, which Seonghwa eagerly pushed you towards, having your knees trembling.

“You’re doing so good, darling.” Pumping faster and eliciting higher-pitched sounds from you: his biggest concern was now you. Free hand pressing on your mouth in a futile attempt to keep your moans at bay, eyes rolled back and closing to embrace the pleasure. Your walls clenched and fluttered around his fast pumping fingers.

“So close, baby.. let go for me..” He encouraged in faint whispers between nibbles on your neck, curling his fingers just right and hitting the spot, sending you hurtling over the edge, making you shake apart in his arms as he worked you through your high steadily.

When the intense waves of pleasure faded, he was quick to free his hand from your panties, digits prodding at your mouth.

“C’mon, clean it.” Before you could protest, he simply pushed in his fingers, waiting to have your tongue swirl around them but seeing him not letting up, you did what he asked for.

Now, after he made an even bigger mess in your underwear, calming yourself by taking a few, deep breaths to steady out your panting, Seonghwa quickly dragged you back to the table you carelessly left minutes ago, gathering both of your stuff and throwing his bag over his shoulder while carrying yours. Your heads hung low, feeling a few pairs of eyes on you burning holes in your back.

In a few strides, you stepped through the door, shutting it close behind him before exchanging a glance of not coming back to this place, ever.

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[munsster]

Hiii I just found your page and I love it!! Could you maybe do headcanons for Eddie dating a reader with a wealthy family? Tysm 😁

eddie with a wealthy s/o

A/N: oh and reader SPOILS him and he’s like a confused puppy about it

Warnings: fluff, wealthy!reader, kissing, gift-giving, tipsy driving (DONT DO IT 🤬), PDA, bribing dustin, pet names (bug, baby)

he had no idea ur family was THAT upper class

not that you’re avoiding the topic, but whenever you’re deciding who’s place to hang at, he always beats you to the punch

plus his bed is rlly comfy soooo

how could you refuse??

anyway…

sure you dress nice & wear fancy jewelry most days

come to think of it, he supposes you are sorta preppy

and you drive a brand new car

you also pay for most of the meals, tipping upwards of 40%—unless of course the waiter was an asshole, then they get around 20%

what really shocked him is when you paid for everyone’s meal that one time they all went out to a diner after an especially grueling campaign

maybe he just didn’t consider your finances a huge factor in… anything really

he still doesn’t

but you invited him to a gala and it all became a little clearer

btw the gala was hosted at a mf country club and on the way there eddie kept asking you over and over if he looked nice enough (he did)

he was WORRIED

he put his hair up and even wore a pretty baby blue dress shirt and tie

you kept chuckling a little at his nerves because he’d be like “hmmshsmshjs is this okay???? should i take off my watch??? please, bug, you gotta help me out”

you’d think you were dying with how hurried and panicked he was speaking

but you just reached over and held his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering sweetly

“they’re gonna love you” + “you look beautiful” + “nothin’ to worry about” + “you should put your hair up more. suits you” + “you’re cute when you blush”

and he’s simply melting into the praise

the whole night, the two of you are attached at the hip

he’s so nervous with his ringed fingers gently cradling the flute of bubbly you snuck him

you were right; everybody loves eddie

you’re just smiling next to him, holding his hand while he chats up the golf dads and housewives dressed to the nines

he collects a couple business cards and is flushed pink after his third glass

he definitely gets roped into a golf game with one of the neighborhood dads after he talked himself up a bit too much (with no help from you)

“he’s an excellent shot!!!” you chirp, knowing full well eddie has never golfed in his life—then promptly whisper an “i’ll teach you” against his ear

you get so excited when the orchestra—yes, orchestra—starts to play

and eddie HAS to drag you onto the dancefloor

how can he not??? you look beautiful

and the ladies on the sidelines hoot and holler when eddie lays a big ol’ kiss on you

oh to be young and in love *sigh*

aNYWAYS

you take him to your house afterwards and he is in awe at the steadily increasing size of the houses as his lil old van trundles through your gated community

hello???? is that a mansion?????

“technically, it’s a McMansion, eddie baby”

“technically” he huffs out turning on to your twinkly street lined with about a dozen american flags

“talk about old money”

and you just smile at him and drag him up the —long ass—driveway with a grin

“isn’t it gorgeous?” “oh, bug, you know nothin’s more gorgeous than—holy shit is that a crystal chandelier????” “wait till you see the pool”

and there’s a marble floor and a winding staircase and a shit ton of angel statues

and the upstairs is even crazier with like white carpet—shoes are left downstairs—and a fuckin’ intercom system

“EDDIE EDDIE—wait okay, stay here and i’ll be right back” and he’s just standing in your room twiddling his thumbs when he hears

“ksh-kksh—i feel the need……. the need for speed….. do you copy, eddie???” in your deepest and gravelliest operator voice

coming from a speaker. in the wall.

and then you hop back in the room with this huge smile and he’s flabbergasted

basically, you let him wear some silk pajamas and you share your $300 skincare routine with him

and the whole time he’s sitting pretty and so confused

then he’s just laying on your round bed with a canopy and looking at you like how did i not know you were rich???

tbh he was rlly ignoring the signs for a hot minute

oh my god your bed is insanely comfortable

you scare the shit out of him when you hop out of bed with a gasp

he is SO concerned

but you walk back in the room with a cute little gift bag

he’s already pampered and smelling like vanilla, what else could there be—

the bag is labeled GUCCI?????

goddamn bro what is this day

but you hand him the bag all excited and like what is he supposed to do

so he unwraps the little black box and opens it and inside is this dainty little necklace with a heart charm

awwWWW

but like “c’mon, i can’t accept this….”

“PLEEEEEEASE????”

and you always win him over with that pout

and he’ll always call you a brat for it

so you help him clasp it on and he looks so pretty

“mama called while you were in the bathroom!” “and what did mama say?” “well, she said they’d be at the four seasons tonight” “jesus—” “and that they wanna invite you on our trip to LA—” “—christ” “…...’s that a ‘no’?” “nO!!!”

after that, you do not stop spoiling him

as much as he is reluctant to accept your gifts, he can’t shy away from a good leather jacket

people being so confused when you step out together

and you literally are not paying attention to their looks

awh but eddie is and he holds your waist a little tighter when he gets self-conscious

and you just stop him in the middle of the sidewalk and give him a kiss

him willingly holding all your bags when you go out shopping

“can i carry that for you????” “eddie baby, you already have 6–” “i can do it”

you basically being corroded coffin’s little manager: flirting to land gigs, finding them a good label, buying them new equipment when something breaks (or when they want shiny new amps), sleeping with the front man

eddie’s pretty sure gift giving is your love language because lord knows you don’t need much else, but when he gives you his favorite ring

oh boy, it’s all over

total waterworks, definitely

you always asking him for style advice

and rarely listening

“leopard print or floral” “hmmm…. leopard print” “both it is!!”

taking him and his friends to chicago and basically paying for everything

and they’re like holy shit, you’re made of money

and you do get a little shy at the praise

but his friends love you

and they did before you blew a shit ton of money on them

and it made eddie nervous the whole time

but you always reassure him it’ll be okay

and you’re worried he thinks of you different now that he knows

“you don’t think i’m… i dunno, pretentious?” “not even close, bug. think you’ve got a knack for shopping, though” “oh, stoppppp”

the gang thinks the amount you two display affection (to put it gently) is ‘gross’

you do a lot of sitting in his lap and general cuddling

mostly, you’re all over each other

and one time dustin would not stop ragging on eddie for making out with you at the carnival

and eddie just calls dustin a ‘twerp’ while you hand him a fifty and smile

he never mentioned it again

you definitely drag eddie to many more galas

and art galleries and the opera and horse racing and your beach house????

BUT in return, he takes you to his metal concerts and you join in on his D&D campaigns

don’t get him wrong….

he appreciates the financial security of it all, but obviously it’s a new feeling

sometimes it makes him a little frustrated to see someone with so much disposable income

especially growing up in a trailer park

it’s just different, you know???

so you let him pay for dinner when he asks

and he learns to understand you love spoiling him

and you learn to understand that he doesn’t love it all the time

but he really loves you

even when he has enough shiny things for a lifetime

he’s always considering just one more

and this time, it’ll come in a little velvet box

“love you, eds!” “love you, richie rich” “hey”

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Tatsumi Kazehaya x Fem!Reader

LET ME SHOW YOU. You're feeling insecure, and Tatsumi knows just the trick to make you feel better. (Originally posted Sep 23rd)

Contains : Very light NSFW, groping, body worship, Fem!Reader, not proofread

Word Count : <1000

18+ content underneath the cut. By clicking 'Keep Reading' you are knowingly reading content made for people over the age of 18. Read at your own discretion.

You wipe your makeup off, sighing as your day is finally over. The city is quiet, the moon has risen and the stars twinkle in the sky - it feels like you can get a breath of fresh air. You look at yourself in the mirror, looking at your features; your beauty marks feel like they’re almost highlighted, as you’ve finally removed the rest of the foundation from your face and you can finally scrutinise every imperfect spot on your body.  

Your insecurities scream back at you as you stare at yourself - why can’t you just have a smooth, clear skin like the others? You’d give just about anything not to feel self-conscious about your marks as they litter over various spots on your skin. 

Just when you feel the back of your eyes pricking with tears, your boyfriend’s voice sounds out from the other side of the closed bathroom door. 

“Darling?” He says. “Are you alright?” 

You wipe any remnants of your negative feelings off from your face, opening the door and peeking to see Tatsumi smiling down at you. 

“There you are, I was getting worried. You didn’t really talk during dinner, so I assumed…” 

“No, don’t worry,” You give him a small smile in return, “I’m fine. Just a little nausea, is all.” 

You feel bad about lying, but you think to yourself that your lover wouldn’t understand your feelings about your insecurities. Not like it’s his problem, anyway. 

Tatsumi nods to your answer, albeit hesitantly. You know he doesn’t fully believe you, but he drops the topic for now, getting ready for his nightly routine as you walk out of your shared bathroom. You decide to change while he’s not looking, taking your work shirt off to exchange it with one of his old t-shirts that you use to sleep in. As you take your pants off and prepare to switch into your sleeping shorts, your eye catches one of your beauty marks on your leg, and you feel your stomach twist. 

Your moving pauses, and you just stare at it, your mind running wild once more. Tatsumi walks back out of the bathroom, but you don’t notice how he catches you staring at yourself. As he watches you inspecting your skin, he finally understands what’s going on. 

He makes his way onto the bed, where you’re sitting with your back facing him as you sit on your side of the bed, still lost in your thoughts. You nearly jump out of your skin at your boyfriend’s gentle touch, his hands rubbing your shoulders in a weak massage. His head rests in between the crook of your neck, and he leaves a kiss right where one of your beauty marks resides. His warm lips against your skin makes a pleasant shiver run down your spine. Tatsumi hums, his hands moving to where your own rest in between your thighs.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong.” He speaks gently into your ear, kissing the shell of it as he lets you speak. 

You don’t even know where to start. 

“Why can’t I just… have perfect skin like the rest of them?” You say. “Without these marks all over me - they’re just stupid spots all over me, and I know it sounds dumb when I say it out loud, but…” 

You trail off, trying to stop yourself from crying as the tears once again prick at the back of your eyes. You turn to your boyfriend, your hand coming up to stroke his face. The two moles underneath his left eye are somehow still visible in the moonlight pouring into your room, and you assume your marks are just as visible as well. 

“Yours are perfectly placed, like some kind of painting. But mine… they’re just spotty.” You finish your rant, your hand falling back into your lap, turning your head away from him once more. 

Tatsumi is oddly quiet, and you’re about to check to see if he’s fallen asleep (god knows he needs it), but then he starts sucking at your neck, right below the beauty mark he had previously kissed. You gasp at the sudden action, and his hands start delicately trailing your body, as if he’s trying to memorise it by touch alone. 

He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck, and his voice leaves goosebumps along your skin. 

“You’re beautiful, darling.” He says ever-so-sweetly. He moves to make room for you on the bed, gently lowering you onto your back and taking your (or his, really) t-shirt off. 

Once your skin is exposed, he kisses a beauty mark right on your collarbone as his left hand gently trails along your neck, leaving feather-light touches in its wake. The sensation is soft, yet truly intimate, as it continues down further to cup your breast. 

“I want to kiss every beauty spot on your skin,” He says after pulling away from another gentle kiss on your chest. “I want you to feel good about yourself, because these marks are a part of you, and they’re gorgeous - just like the rest of you is.” 

Your face heats up at his words, and it’s hard not to smile. Tatsumi gives you one as well, going back to leaving short and light kisses to every mark that’s exposed to him. His hands continue groping at your body, and you sigh out in bliss. 

“You’re beyond perfect, my love.” He says, kissing a mark right on your chest. “Why don’t you let me show you how gorgeous you are?” 

Tatsumi looks up at you, awaiting your consent, and once you nod, he lowers himself even further. 

The next morning, you wake up to dozens of love bites across your body and you look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the beauty marks on your face. 

You feel gorgeous.

[fueledbyapplepi]

Hii I was wondering if I could rq Mikey, Baji and Mitsuya with a gn! s/o who is the sole provider in their household? and the guys only find out because they saw their s/o while they were at work? but they didn't know they even had a job bc they kept it a secret? it's perfectly okay if you aren't up for this rq! I hope you have a good day/night!!

Given it All | Mikey, Baji, and Mitsuya

- The boys with an s/o who's a breadwinner of the family.

warnings: mentions of family problems

genre: fluff, angst

A/N: Writing this made me kind of emotional because I have friends who are the main providers for their family and I see them work very hard. This one's for all the independent and hardworking people out there <3

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Another day. Another one.

Mikey loves feeling your hands. They're soft and smooth against his calloused fingers. He'll feel the palms in your hands every moment he gets. He always felt like a baby being caressed by your soft hands.

But there seems to be a detail in your hands that he can't miss. Every time you two see each other, Mikey would notice the burns and red marks on your hands.

"Y/N, what happened to this?" he asked.

"Oh, it just got itchy again. You know, the usual," you replied, trying to brush off the topic.

It has always been like that. Each time that Mikey points it out, you always try to avoid the topic or reason out that it's just a scratch. And it's not like he's saying that you're a liar, he just knows that there's more to that than just a mere scratch.

Which is true.

You didn't really want to lie to your boyfriend. It's just that, it's something that it's hard for you to open up and talk about.

At a young age, you were forced to live by yourself. Your mother died at a young age, while your father was a drunkard - eventually getting out of the picture.

In order to provide for yourself, pay for rent and other fees necessary to make a living, you worked hard. Currently, you're working full-time at a family restaurant where you're assigned at cooking. Although this was a daily task for you, you never fail to get yourself burned from the boiling oil.

It wasn't an easy life especially living alone. But at least, you have your boyfriend by your side to get by.

Now that you're shift has finished, you were tasked to throw out the trash at the back before you leave.

As you were about to walk away from that alleyway, you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

Looking at the source, it was your beloved boyfriend with a questioning look on his face.

"Mikey? What are you doing here?" you asked, anxious about how you'll explain this to your boyfriend.

"I just finished beating up some guy," Mikey said as he pointed out to a dude who passed out on the further part of the alley. "How about you?", he continued as he looked at your uniform and an obvious face that's waiting for an answer.

You knew this day would come. You just didn't expect that it would be today.

Sighing, and taking deep breaths, you explained to Mikey your story and why you work here.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Mikey asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's hard for me to talk about it. I'm sorry for not telling you," you said as you looked down.

"Hey, it's okay," Mikey said. "I have a better idea,"

"What?" you asked

"Why don't you just sell Dorayaki and I'll buy all of them every day. Then you'll be rich," Mikey said jokingly.

You looked at him with a deadpan expression.

"But seriously, live with us!" Mikey said with such a happy look on his face.

"Eh?" you asked confused.

"Live with me, Emma, and gramps! I'm sure they'll be happy to take you in, you're my s/o after all," Mikey said, "Plus, you wouldn't have to work this hard if you don't have to pay for rent," he continued.

Your heart felt like it's floating in the air. How can you have such an adorable and loving boyfriend?

"I love you, you know that?" you said.

"Thank you so much, Mikey,"

"It's nothing," your boyfriend said as he kissed your hands. "You're like family to them after all,"

Maybe, the true family you've been looking for was always been by your side.

Keisuke Baji

You sleep early but the bags under your eyes were noticeable for your boyfriend.

Baji always thought that it was weird that the eyebags under your eyes were evident. Not like it's a bad thing though. You're still beautiful as ever in his eyes.

It's just that you always tell him that you sleep at 8 in the evening. Yet here you are, looking like you pull an all-nighter every day.

Maybe it takes you hours before you actually go to sleep? That's possible. But what if you just don't want to spend the rest of the night with him? Is it possible that you're getting tired of him?

It's only been months since you've started dating, but Baji couldn't blame you if you get tired of him.

But it's not like you don't want to hang out with your boyfriend. Hell, who doesn't want to hang out with theirs and experience late-night dates and night rides right? Especially if it's with Baji.

It's just that, you don't have the luxury of spending the night with your boyfriend. Being the eldest of a family of four, you have to work and provide for the needs of your mother and your two younger siblings.

To help your family, you work two part-time jobs every night. One is being an employee at your local convenience store and the other is being a kitchen staff at a local pub. Two jobs might be heavy, and tiring for you, but it's what helps you and your family to get by.

Your boyfriend knew nothing of this. You know that Baji's a great guy, but you're afraid of embarrassing the 1st Division Captain of Toman, so you just try to hide it and make lame excuses.

Tonight's the usual night. Same excuse. Same job.

Currently, you're responsible for the counter at the store. It's past midnight, and you wish you can catch up to some sleep. But you know you can't since you'll be unable to get your minimum wage.

As you're looking at the countertop, someone suddenly handed Peyoung yakisoba.

"Baji's favorite" you smiled as you thought to yourself. Oh, how you miss your boyfriend.

"And that'll be 145 yen," you said as you look up at the customer.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Baji?" you said, seeing your boyfriend's face.

"Y/N? You work here," Baji said, with a confused look on his face.

"Sadly, yes," you said.

"Well, care to share this with me?" Baji said as he pointed out the Yakisoba.

"I have a 15-minute break. Sure," you agreed. Thinking now's the time to explain.

As you and Baji met at the small parking lot, you immediately explained.

"Look, Baji. I'm sorry for hiding this. I want you to know that I'm the breadwinner of the family that's why I can't hang out at night with you. I didn't tell you because I don't want to embarrass you," you rambled as you look anywhere but Baji.

"Embarrass me?" Baji said, walking closer to you.

"Y/N, I'll never be embarrassed at you. I'm proud of you, okay?" your boyfriend said, reassuring you. "I just wished you trusted me more,"

"I'm sorry, Baji," you whispered as you hug him. "I love you."

"Text me okay? I'll pick you up so that you won't have to walk," Baji said as he smiled at you.

"Thank you," you said, with tears threatening to fall.

"You're welcome," Baji said as he kissed your forehead, "Now, let's eat okay?" your boyfriend said, excitement laced in his voice as he opened the Peyoung yakisoba.

Mitsuya Takashi

You're a busy bee. That's for sure.

Whenever Mitsuya invites you on dates on the weekends, you weren't available because you're busy.

When he invites you to have dates after school, you always have to decline because again, you're busy.

He understands it though. Mitsuya knows that you have to study hard for your siblings and that you have to take care of them as well. As someone who always looks out for his younger sisters, Mitsuya knew that it can be hectic sometimes.

What he doesn't understand though is the fact that it's evident that you're trying to hide something from him. He's not that oblivious when it comes to you. Especially after dating you for months.

You're bothered with it too. As much as you love your boyfriend, you're embarrassed about the job you have. But it's not like you have any choice. The job pays well and is enough to make a living for you and your two younger brothers.

After school and on the weekends, it is true that you're busy. Busy with the maid and butler café that you work on.

It's embarrassing enough to be dressed like this. But being seen by the love of your life? That's a different level of shame.

Now that you finished with your shift, you felt the exhaustion on your body. Standing and serving customers isn't a joke anyway. You didn't even bother to change out of your uniform. You just wore a hoodie over it, not caring about the frills of the clothes peaking underneath.

As you were walking home, you heard the familiar sound of an engine. Turning around, you saw a familiar face.

"Ehhh? Y/N?" Mitsuya said, stopping his motor beside you.

"What are you doing?" he continued, eyeing your clothes and looking at you as if he's waiting for an explanation.

"Mitsuya, I can explain," you said as your face reddened from embarrassment.

"Hmmm, I'm listening," your boyfriend said with an unreadable expression.

"Well, uhm, you see, I work at this café that requires us to dress like this," you said as you pointed out to your clothes, "But I don't do anything bad though! It's just we dress like this," you further explained, waving your hands.

"You look cute," Mitsuya smiled "I kind of hoped you just told me sooner. I would've made you some clothes,"

"Huh? You're not mad?" you said, surprised.

"How could I be? My s/o's working hard. Plus, I get to see you in cute clothes. What's there to be mad of?" Mitsuya said as he smiled at you.

"Baby, I love you," you said as you looked at your boyfriend with adoration.

"I love you too. But take me there someday okay?" Mitsuya replied grinning.

You just nodded and blushed at the idea.

[rafescoke]

hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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a/n: part twoooooo, sorry for the long wait. butttt im quarantined now so i'll most likely get another part out within the next week. lmk if you want to be tagged in part 3 :)) also, tysm to @welld0nebaku as always for proofreading for me. and thank you all so so so much for the love on part one and on birthday. ily all so much :))

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word count: 2k

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warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex (both m and f receiving), farmer daniel, little bit of dom!reader, dom!daniel taking over, daniel gets called daddy once oops. please do not interact with and/or read if you are uncomfortable with reading this type of content and/or are under 18 thank you.

You and Daniel have still kept contact in the few days after that one night out. You’ve been making an effort in seeing him every now and then, and you’re happy with the friendship the two of you have.

Your friends, on the other hand, still think you two should be together. No matter what you do, you won’t be able to change their minds.

“Hey Leah, what’s up?” You speak up after answering your phone.

“Hey Y/N, my boyfriend is out of town for tonight, do you have plans yet?” You sigh inaudible. You’ve already made plans to go help Daniel on the farm, you just don’t want to tell her, You know she’ll love to hear it, you just don’t feel like hearing how she feels about it again.

“I’m sorry babe, I kind of already promised Daniel to help him out on the farm tonight. His dad is sick and he really needs me to help him.” You admit anyway. Leah is the type of girl to always know whether you’re lying or not, even through a text message she’ll be able to detect a lie. “And before you even think about it - I don’t want to hear it.” You quickly add, hoping to avoid that topic.

“I- Okay, just, let me know if anything happens okay?” She sighed.

“There’s nothing going to happen Leah!!” You basically scream through the phone.

“Okay, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Leah.’ You end the call before Leah even got the chance to say something back, actually pissed off because of it. Your eyes find the clock on your wall and you notice you’re already running late. In an attempt to save any time you make your way upstairs by skipping every other step. You quickly change into your overalls before putting your hair in a messy bun and basically running back down the stairs and out the door.

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“About time, Y/N.” Daniel speaks up as he sees you running into the stables.

“I’m so sorry, but I’m here now. What do you need me to do?” You manage to bring out, making Daniel chuckle.

“Well, the sun will set in about an hour so it’s time to get the cows to the stables. I’m certain you’re able to do that.” He states, you roll your eyes.

“And could you tell me how I do that?” You follow Daniel to the meadow, admiring the way his shorts hug his ass and give you a glimpse of his thigh tattoo. How his white t-shirt isn’t really white anymore. The way he walks. How his cowboy hat is sitting atop his beautiful curls. How the afternoon sun reflects on his slightly sweaty skin. Whether you like it or not, you could walk around him all day and find something new to look at every day. Not realising Daniel has stopped walking, too busy admiring his looks, you walk straight into his chest.

“So how do I look?” He chuckled, a blush already prominent on your cheeks. You look up at him, neither of you taking a step back to create distance. “Beau- erm, good, you look good, yes.” You stutter, your cheeks now feel like they’re on fire. His hand finds your chin, lifting it up so your eyes meet his. A sly smile glued on his face.

You don’t even notice his face inching closer to yours, yet your hands are now placed on his chest, feeling his heartbeat increase by the second before your lips meet his. The kiss is heated and you feel his hands travel down to rest just above your ass, your own creeping up to the collar of his shirt.

He leans in even further, making you arch your back as his hands now travel down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up in one swift movement. Your legs wrap around his waist like it’s the most normal thing. The way your bodies melt together is surreal to you. Both of you are smiling into the kiss. Neither of you want to pull away, prolonging this moment for as long as possible and keeping each other as close as possible.

Eventually, both of you need to pull away in desperate need of air, your forehead resting against his, your eyes pinned on his. His smile is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen from this close. He quickly pecks your nose, a smile still prominent in his features. You wrap your arms around his neck, planting a quick kiss in his neck. He continues his walk to the meadow with you still in his arms.

You catch yourself staring at him again while he holds you in his arms, you’re surprised he’s still carrying you after all this time. “So how’s the view?” He chuckles, bringing you back to reality again. Your head dips down to his neck in response leaving a trail of wet kisses along his muscular neck, ending just below his ear. “Hot.” You mumble in his ear, your lips still connected to his earlobe. A breathy moan leaves his lips before he squeezes your ass.

He stops walking before setting you down on what you assume is a hay bale. He leans down to hover over you, crashing his lips onto yours again, this time even more heated than the first. From the quickest glance you can tell his jeans are becoming extremely uncomfortable, making you grin in the kiss.

“Get that fucking grin off your face before I bend you over the hay bale, babe.” He says through gritted teeth which only added to the wetness already pooling in your panties. Your hand travels down his body towards his clothed hard cock, palming him through his jeans. His head falls back, a moan rolling off his lips in the process. You bite your lip, loving what your touch does to him. Your eyes travel to where you are still palming him through his jeans.

“Off.” He rips his jeans and boxers off without a doubt, his cock slapping against his abdomen. You lick your lips at the precum already present on his throbbing cock. You kiss his tip before swirling your tongue around and licking a bold stripe along his length. Your lips wrap around him as you take as much of him as possible. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, taking care of the part you can’t take and you start bobbing your head. A moan rolls off his lips, letting you know he’s definitely enjoying you in this position.

You hollow your cheeks, earning another moan from him. His hands find your hair, tangling them in your hair on the back of your head. You’re keeping a slow pace, Daniel isn’t having it. He holds your head still when he starts fucking your face. Your moans are muffled away, the vibrations almost sending him over the edge. “Don’t think you’re in control, baby.” He hisses, looking down on how you take him. He’s increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and sloppier. His tip hitting the back of your throat makes you squeeze your eyes shut and tears find their way down your cheeks, the hay you’re sitting on becoming more uncomfortable every second you’re sitting there.

“Do you like it when I fuck your face, you little slut?” He groans, your moan in response makes him thrust in your mouth even faster. “God- I’m close already.” He breathes, your hands move to his hips to halt his thrusts before one of your hands moves to his balls as you pull him out of your mouth, only to stop at his tip, circling your tongue around his swollen tip with your hand still playing with his balls.

You look up to him again, seeing that he’s struggling with basically everything around him at this point, you bite your lip and take all of him in your mouth just once before you feel the warm liquid fill your throat. You make sure to not let a single drop go to waste as you swallow his cum, you pull yourself up from the hay bale to wrap your arms around his neck, crashing your lips into his. You feel his hands grab your thighs again, lifting you up, just to lay you back down on the hay again.

Daniel hovers over you, one hand moving up to knead your boob, while the other holds him in place above you, lips still connected. “Please, Dan.” You moan, in desperate need of his touch. He chuckles against your lips.

“Are we becoming a little needy now?” He cocks his head to the side, making you roll your eyes. His head drops to your neck, littering your skin with kisses, you feel his hand leave your boob, a whine leaving your lips with it. His hand travels down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. You help him by sitting up, he pulls your shirt over your head painfully slowly. A grunt leaves your lips, making him chuckle again. He unhooks your bra clasp right after, freeing your boobs while you lay back down. His eyes travel down to your boobs as he bites his lip. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He mumbles before letting his lips discover your boobs. A hand travels down your body, fiddling with the hem of your jeans, you jerk your hips up against his hand, needing his touch there the most. His mouth playing with one of your nipples, he manages to unbutton your jeans and pull them down, his fingers disappearing between your legs, rubbing them against your clothed folds.

“Dan, I need you. Now.” You whine. You decide to help him out by pushing your panties down your thighs, he kisses down your body, stopping at your core, His warm breath fanning over your throbbing core makes you a moaning mess without him even actually touching you. He runs a finger through your folds before entering one in you, a loud gasp leaving your lips. His lips are circling around your clit, the knot in your stomach already starting to form. Both of you know you won’t last long, the tension has been present for so long between the both of you, neither of you wanting to admit to the lustful feelings the two of you have for each other. That is of course until now.

His fingers are now joined by his tongue, while his other hand moves back up to your boobs. “Dan, I- I’m close.” You whine. His fingers play with your hard nipple while his face is stuck between your folds. You feel his other hand move to your clit, circling around the bundle of nerves sending you over the edge in no time. He laps up all of your cum before moving back up to your face to press his lips against yours, both of you enjoying what you taste like.

“Well this wasn’t planned, was it?”

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Both of you get dressed in the open field, with the cows still close around you. You’re not lying, you completely forgot about the cows around you.

“Let’s get these babies inside now, shall we?” Daniel pipes up while he zips up his jeans. You roll your eyes and follow him through the field. The cows are obviously used to Daniel as most of them start following him immediately.

“Could you maybe walk at the back and make sure all the ladies follow me, including you.” He smirks.

“Sure, daddy.” You fire back before stepping aside to follow his instructions. You bite your lip, knowing he won’t be letting that go anytime soon. You continue your walk towards the stables where you make sure all cows are still following Daniel.

“Okay, so, I think you and I are going to have dinner first, and then we’ll go get all the hay from the meadow and move it to the barn, there’s rain expected for tonight and the hay can’t get wet.” Daniel states once all the cows are in their stables, eating their food and drinking their water.

“I think one bale is already ruined then.”

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Just The Two Of Us [C! Tommyinnit x GN! Reader]

FLUFF TO ANGST (PLATONIC)  WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, character death, cursing

Reader pronouns: They/them 

A/N: Hi, this is my first DSMP fanfic so uhh I hope u enjoy lmao. There might be grammatical errors so pls do not mind it :D

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[Y/N] already lost count of all the pranks and chaos they made with Tommy. They didn't like causing havoc or pulling pranks on people but if Tommy asked them to tag along, they would. Tommy is their best friend after all. Plus, where's the fun in life without a little risk?

[Y/N] was just at their Cottage house, peacefully making the potions that Quackity ordered just hours ago. Since [Y/N] is a skilled witch, it was no shock when they owned a Potions business. Everyone in the SMP server knows about this and they usually come and buy their potions. 

They were about to finish the last set of potions that Quackity ordered until they ran out of ingredients. "Dammit." [Y/N] muttered under their breath. They turned around and immediately went to find if they have any stock ingredients in their barrels or chests.

When they saw no stock ingredients, [Y/N] sighed and decided to do some last minute ingredients grinding. It was until they opened the door and saw Tommy standing in front of their house door.

[Y/N] knew that his presence is no good because that motherfucker is grinning ear to ear. They playfully groaned and asked, "What is it this time child?"

"Hey, I told you not to call me a child anymore!" Tommy suddenly protested, feeling insulted but went back to his sly grin and said, "Let's prank Skeppy and Bad." 

"That's a horrible idea." 

"Come on, bitch. It'll be fun." 

And they did come with Tommy. A couple hours had passed and [Y/N] had already forgotten about the ingredients they were gonna get for Quackity's potions. Tommy said that Big Q's order can wait but the prank can't. 

It wasn't long after Bad and Skeppy saw the two teenagers doing their little harmless prank on them. 

[Y/N] caught sight of the two and immediately tugged on Tommy's shirt. "Fuck, Tommy we gotta go." 

Tommy, unfazed and still focused on the prank, said, "Just a little longer." 

[Y/N] nudged Tommy's side using her elbows as the two teenagers can now hear Skeppy and Bad's incoherent yelling drawing closer and closer to them. 

"RUN!" [Y/N] yelled as they both left the things they used to try to prank BBH and Skeppy. 

The two let out a laugh as they ran away. Tommy constantly turned his head back to see if Skeppy and Bad are still after them. 

[Y/N] and Tommy continued to run even though Bad and Skeppy stopped coming after them. It wasn't until the two teenagers finally stopped running so that they could catch their breath. 

"What now?" [Y/N] gasped, who is still out of breath from both running and laughing at the same time. They looked at Tommy. 

Tommy grinned again and then grabbed their arm, "I have something pog to show you." 

[Y/N] didn't question Tommy and just let him drag them to a mountain. 

Once they have reached the destination, [Y/N] let out a 'wow'. The view is breathtaking and it is very peaceful. The mountain isn't that very far from the SMP but it looks like very few have come across this part. 

"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked, looking at the view. The view consists of the calming ocean waves and a peaceful sunsetting with birds passing by. 

[Y/N] turned to Tommy and smiled, "This could be our secret spot." They slowly walked towards the edge of the mountain cliff but were immediately stopped by Tommy. 

"Oh, [Y/N] wait. Be careful, the edge of the cliff looks really faulty." Tommy warned. 

[Y/N] immediately stepped back a little and took note of what Tommy said. But, they were still curious and looked down at the edge of the cliff, only to see the water from below. 

If someone would fall from this cliff and took a heavy impact on the water, that person wouldn't survive due to how high the mountain cliff is. 

[Y/N] then proposed, "You know, when things are stressful and stuff. We can just go here, sit in silence and look at the view as the wind or the waves takes away our problems for a while." 

"Just the two of us." The blonde haired lad said and then they both stood in silence, admiring the view and beauty of the server. 

Oh, if only you could turn back in time and relive this memory. If only things are still the same the way it was before. 

It's been so long since [Y/N] had fun and peace. Probably so many months since Tommy first showed them their secret mountain hangout area. 

[Y/N] currently stood still, gazing at the view that was once calm and peaceful but was now replaced with sounds of flying TNTs, fireworks and screams from the background.

They were in no state of mind as of the moment. They don't even know what to do anymore. A lot has changed ever since the wars, the exilation of Tommy. 

[Y/N] sniffed, wiping their tears using their now mangy sleeves caused by the current chaotic event. They continued to stare at the ocean, a potion of poison glistening in their hands. 

[Y/N] looked at the Potion of Poison that they were holding and pondered whether to drink it or not. 

Maybe it's best to end it once and for all. They don't have anywhere to go anyways. They don't have any friends or family to turn back to since everyone is against them or thought badly of them now. 

[Y/N] can't even go back to L’manberg as well since they're now a wanted criminal for breaking the laws and escaping from their house since they're supposed to be on house arrest for the crimes they didn't even do. 

They opened the cork of the potion, but they didn't drink it yet. They let their mind wander for a while and process everything that has happened. 

Maybe Dream was right. Maybe the people they loved never even cared for them at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe—

"[Y/N]." A familiar voice that they haven't heard in a while. 

It was windy. The cool breeze of air touched their skins. But along with the wind, there are particles of TNT or fireworks dusts. 

The [H/C] haired person turned around and saw their best friend for the first time in months. 

"Tommy." [Y/N] replied. Their voice were hoarse and dry. "What are you- What are you doing here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing." Tommy glared at them.

[Y/N] quietly groaned, closed their eyes for a while and pinched their nose bridge, still holding the potion on their other hand. "So, you believe all that shit?"

"Enough for me to believe the fact you tried to murder Tubbo, burn my invites and team up with Dream." 

Tommy added, "Maybe they were right about you. You're Dream's sibling after all." 

[Y/N] scoffed and threw their available hand around the air, "He may be my sibling, but we are never alike." 

"Why, [Y/N]? Why did you do it?" Tommy asked, hands gripping tighter on his sword. "Did Dream finally get into your head for you to commit these crimes? Or did you just do it because it's in your blood?" 

"You don't know a thing that happened," [Y/N] harshly spit back, completely trying to avoid the topic of Dream. "Of course you don't. You were exiled."

Tommy never understood why. Why had they turned like this? He felt rage and betrayal. During his exiled time, Tommy thought that they were gonna be that one person who would try to find him. Comfort him or even send him secret coded messages. But no, he received nothing. 

It hurts. Hurts like hell to know your best friend turned their back on everyone. A best friend that he has known for years. A part of him wants to believe they didn't do it but the proofs are enough for him to believe it was really them. 

"Well, you really can't blame me can you? You can only blame yourself," [Y/N] said. "This all started because of you and your stupid discs. All you ever care about is the FUCKING DISCS. Wars started, lives were lost, relationships were destroyed, all just because of those discs." 

They had never done this before. This was their first time just being angry and shouting at each other. Although this might be new to each other, it was obvious that they have been bottling up their emotions way too long. 

"You know what?! Things would be so much better if only you didn't exist." Tommy instantly regretted what he said as soon as he saw a potion glisten from [Y/N]'s hands. 

He may not be an expert but he knew well enough of the potions due to him hanging out too much with them before. "What are you doing?" Tommy immediately asked. "Is that a potion of poison?" 

"Nothing for you to care about." [Y/N] turned back towards the cliff and stared at the view once again. 

"Just the two of us again here, huh?" They said as they pulled the potion towards their mouth, just inches away from the lips now until Tommy hurriedly ran towards [Y/N] and tackled them. 

"What are you, an idiot?!" Tommy scolded as they both fought each other while trying not to fall from the cliff. He tried to pull the potion of poison away but it was hard since they kept gripping on it. 

It wasn't until Tommy was finally able to remove the potion from [Y/N]'s grasps. He threw the potion far away as it got smashed on the ground. 

The two of them were too busy fighting over the potion to notice that one of them is now standing on the faulty edge of the cliff. 

[Y/N] was on the edge of the cliff and accidentally backed away from Tommy, thinking there was still space. A loud shriek came out of their mouth.

Tommy immediately ran towards the edge, scrambled on his feet and looked down. Luckily, [Y/N] was able to hold onto the edge but their hands are shaky and tired from all the things that just happened. 

"I got you, I got you." Tommy frantically muttered, his breath increasing as to not knowing what will happen next. 

[Y/N] grip is slowly failing. Once their hands slipped, Tommy instantly grabbed their hands and tried to pull them back up. But, he too was tired from everything that has been happening. 

He tried to pull them up again but it was no use. Stress was adding up even more the moment they both felt the edge of the cliff shaking once more. 

Tommy can't do it anymore. So, he let out all the tears he's been trying to fight back. 

"It's gonna be okay, Tommy. Let me go." 

The blonde haired teen's eyes widened at [Y/N]'s statement. He can't do it. He can't bear to lose another loved one in his life. 

"I can't lose you too, [N/N]." Tommy croaked. 

The two might've fought just minutes ago but this is now a life and death situation. Problems and angst aside, they still care for each other. 

"You already did." Tommy's eyes widened in confusion and sadness. [Y/N] forced their hand to slip from his as Tommy tried to tighten it even more. [Y/N] had a few energies remaining, so they used it to push themselves off the cliff with their foot, making Tommy let go. 

For Tommy, everything is going so fast that his mind almost stopped working. 

But everything was in slow motion for [Y/N]. The fresh wind was so refreshing, almost making them forget what is currently happening to them. 

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see anymore reactions from Tommy. This is their end. This was meant to be. 

The moment [Y/N] chose to fall out from Tommy's grip, the blonde panicked and set aside all items he had with him. Without thinking properly, he lunged himself off the cliff. The only goal he had in mind was to save [Y/N] before it's too late. 

But he was, indeed, late. 

Everyone's communicator beeped. They all took at least some time to look at what the message could be on the communicator. As soon as everyone read the 2 words, their jaws dropped. 

[Y/N] drowned.