#back of pizza receipt

[vongutundbose]

rise from the ashes

[bunnyb34r]

Why did the pizza guy deliver the pizza to the side door (as requested), but park in the front, and WAIT for me to grab my lush package from the front, yell out that the pizza is on the side door, and then finally drive away sgdggdgdgdgd

[unchartedthelostlegacy]

Chloe would pull Nadine, who is peacefully reading in bed, over into her lap and steeple her fingers over her belly. She would nuzzle into Nadine’s shoulder as Nadine resolutely turns pages because she needs to finish this chapter, Frazer, it’s just two more pages and it’s a really good part of the book and--

[mostly-imagines]

Guard Dog vol.I

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist with yours rested on his thighs as you told him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

[natalieironside]

So I used to be a pizza deliver driver, and that was pretty great for me; it made me feel like a video game character doing Quests. And when you started your shift as a driver, you got a wad of 15 singles for making change which was deducted from your tips at the end of the night. And this was back in the very early 20teens so $15 American just so happened to also be the price of half a tank of gas and a pack of Marlboro reds, so it was often also a sort of interest-free loan.

Now, a trope in pornography which was once so common that I myself have never actually seen a genuine portrayal of it but only seen it parodied runs thusly: A brave hero is delivering a pizza to some beautiful person who, upon receipt of the pizza, says, "Unfortunately I don't have any money; could I perhaps cover the cost of the pizza with sexual favors?" And always the hero agrees to this Faustian bargain which I'm sure must seem quite reasonable to you uninitiated civilians.

But, see, I'm making minimum wage. I have no savings. And I already spent my bank on half a tank of gas and a pack of Marlboro reds. So I'm $15 in the hole, and do you know what happens when you don't cash out at the end of the night? The manager calls the cops, and the cops come to your house. Mr. Domino is gonna get his $15 back by hook or by crook. I seen it happen. So if I accept the beautiful person's modest proposal, I'm mortgaging future tips against the $15 *and* the price of the pizza--which can get up there, depending on the order--and if I don't fix those books by the end of my shift, that could get to be a real pain in my ass.

Just doesn't make sense, y'know, from like a business perspective. Maybe it'd be worth a gamble. Maybe if it was like a beautiful woman who was a service top and also a werewolf, maybe you roll the dice and hope for the hard 6. But you gotta be risk-aware, is all I'm sayin.

[heartfullofleeches]

If I had a cute pizza boy show up at my door, giving me free pizza with special 'sauce' for weeks on end I would either sneak a slip of paper with my number on it into the tip or try to invite him on a date, depending if I'm feeling confident or not -3-

I am a sucker for cute boys in a uniform what can I say?

Yan "Pizza Boy + Reader

If Brie had to pick something he disliked about visiting you - it would be taking your money.

"You really don't have to give me anything. Just doing what I love!"

One might call into question the fulfillment delivering pizza for a living may bring, but he wasn't lying. For the most part anyway. This job as fictitious as it was birthed the real feelings he had for you. If anyone should be paid it's you for putting up with his awkward attempts at small talk or when he nearly drops your food whenever your fingers touch. Taking your money felt like a bigger crime than everything he's done up to this point. He refuses to take it nine times out of ten-

Today you weren't giving him any chance to escape.

"I insist! You've been coming here for weeks, Brie. It's the least I can do for you."

No- Don't do that. How is he supposed to say no when you say his name like that? The day you ended up on a first name bases was the same day Brie's cheeks were sore for a full twenty-four hours for smiling so long.

"Take it. For me? You deserve it."

"Ha...." Brie sure of it now- You'll definitely be the death of him someday. "If it makes you happy. I can't thank you enough for your kindness."

"Hope I see you soon-"

The implications of your words are lost to Brie as he aimlessly drifts off back in the direction of his car, tripping over a crack in the pavement he's step over many times before. His spirits remain high as he corrects himself and hopes into the vehicle. He was good on cash and it'd be crazy to spend money you gave him. Brie digs his wallet out of the glove compartment- He'll keep the bills in a separate compartment away from the rest of his money for good luck-

"Huh?"

Something hits his foot. A small folded piece of paper nestled between the bills. A receipt you forgot maybe? His... His name is on it though. Next to a heart.

Brie snatches the paper off the floor.

"Buy something nice on the way home for me. Wish there was more I could do to repay you. How about dinner this Saturday?

Call me. XX"

Dinner? This Saturday? That almost sounds like...

"A date."

You. Him?? Brie reads the note aloud to make sure he read it correctly. He waves a hand in front of his eyes to check if they're working right. You, want to go out with him. On a date. He thought you were just being nice the last time you called him cute.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The repeated hammering of his feet against the floor as he kicks his legs alerts dogs walking past his car with their owner. Brie waves bashfully as the dog walker from his side mirror. He brushes his hair out of his face, adjusting his posture as he places his hands on the wheel.

Brie drives over to the gas station nearest to him. He buys himself a bottle of iced tea with his tip money - assuring at least one dollar remains from his purchase to tape up in his car at a later date. He drinks from the bottle, taking smaller sips every other swallow to savior what was probably the best bottle of tea he'd ever had.

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE ONE : PIZZA DELIVERY !

Starring… PORTGAS D. ACE 📸

SET SCRIPT :

“Hi hi hi!!! For the follower request event, can i get a pizza delivery Ace? Sweet boy, kinda clueless, and a sweet reader as well? 🥹❤️”

MATURE WARNING(S) : unprotected penetrative sex, cheesy porno dialogue, cunnilings (you sit on his face), slight breeding kink if you squint, afab/fem reader, Ace thinks you’re really pretty, thick!dick ace (canon), switchy!ace, & he calls you “sweetheart/pretty girl.”

DIRECTORS CUT : for my love @kingofthe-egirls !!! I loved this prompt so much and have been itching to complete it since I saw it. Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy. 🖤

A Friday night with nothing to do, a product of boredom. You didn’t feel like doing anything tonight, especially cooking. Sitting in your apartment in shorts too tiny for your ass and a tight tank top, waiting for your pizza delivery.

Getting your usual favorite combo from the local shop guarantees a good comfort meal with some quiet TV before you head to bed. The couch offers you adequate back support after a long week at your desk, sighing and falling into the cushions while ads play in the background as ambiant noise.

Time slips you before there’s a series of knocks at your door, playing a rhythm as you’re pulled from your trance. “Yo, Delivery.”

Checking the peep hole before unlocking the door you’re faced with the cutest delivery boy. He’s in shitty combat boots and cargo shorts matched with a half buttoned uniform shirt. His long wavy black hair kept under a hat as he reads the receipt, “a large pizza for y/n?” You open the door wider as you step into frame. “Ohhh, for miss pretty y/n,” he corrects himself, tipping his hat at you with a smile.

Giggling slightly you cover your mouth, “yeah, y/n. Thank you so much, let me get my wallet.” You wish you could invite such a cutie inside but you know it’s against better judgement. Turning around you make your way through the apartment looking for your wallet.

Ace, the delivery boy, grins watching your dainty ass sway as you saunter back inside. Tiny shorts riding up between your cheeks as you bend over the counter, but he’s just the delivery boy. A distressed look crosses your face before you walk back to the doorway where he’s leaning. One arm holding your pizza and another flexing as he rests his weight into it.

“Everythin’ ok?” A pretty girl like you should never have such a perturbed look spread across your face like that.

You lean forward, studying his name tag. “I’m sorry Ace, I can’t seem to find my wallet. I must’ve left it at work.” Feeling like an idiot you’re barely able to look at him. The guilt of making him come all the way from across town to deliver your order setting in.

“I can help ya find it,” he offers, ignoring the fact he’s on the clock. It’s not the first time something like this has happened at work, just not to someone so enticing.

“No no,” biting your lip as you try to think of a solution that’ll remedy the situation. You look at him, worried to find an annoyed expression on his face but you heat up finding such a soft handsome gaze thrown your way. A complete stranger so bothered by your troubles. “How bout I pay you back? Whaddya say?”

Confused, he tilts his head; was that not the problem in the first place? “How,” he asks curiously.

Looking into the hallway, you check down both ends before tugging him inside by the collar. “Like this.” Leaning on your tip toes not letting go of his shirt you kiss him softly, taking over his senses with your soft plush lips against his. Ace drops the pizza and doesn’t even bother to catch it as it clatters to the floor. “That ok with you?” Your eyes looking at his lips and then back to the rest of his face.

He’s lit up bright red as he nods dumbly, “more than ok.”

You push him back against your front door chasing his lips once more. He tastes like cinnamon gum as you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, eager for entry into his mouth. He grants it to you unquestionably, equally craving the feel of your heated tongue sliding against his. Muffled groans escaping him as your hands caress his warm exposed skin beneath his shirt.

“You’re s’good at this,” he says in between each wet smack of your mouthes. His hands wrapping and groping along your waist and backside, kneading the plump flesh like playdough. The cutest part is he’s much taller than you, bending down so you can kiss him how you want.

“You think so? I can get better.” One of your hands leaves his chest, trailing down his toned body as you palm his hardening cock in your hand. “Oh, and you’re so big Ace. Almost like you’re paying me with all this.” Heavy breaths leaving him as you cup his dick tenderly and give such feverish love to his neck all at once. It has him rutting into your hand trying to satiate that itch that’s been bothering him ever since he saw you in the doorway. Little shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.

You unzip his cargos, leaving only his thin boxers between his growing length and your nimble fingers. He rolls his hips harder each time you tease the waist band and lick his lips as you both swap saliva. “Stop teasin, thought I was ‘sposed to get paid.”

“You’ll get compensated, delivery boy,” you grab him by the belt loops as you lead him to your couch. Smiling as you push him back, he plops against the cushion with a soft ‘hmp’. Ace takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side as he man spreads to ease the ache in his balls, bulging erection awaiting your attention. “Want your dick sucked or what?”

While that sounds like a great idea, Ace is more eager to taste the sweetness between your legs. “Sit on my face pretty girl, wanna eat you.” He pulls you by the back of your thighs, edging you closer to his body as he starts to slide down your shorts. His forwardness makes you glow, slotting your hands in his hair, ruffling it slightly while he tends to your clothes. For a delivery boy, he sure knows the art of seduction. You’re practically dripping for him already.

He kisses your hipbone while waiting for you to join him on the couch. Sliding down the cushions, grabbing hold of your legs as you mount and hold the backing. “You sure?” He stares up at you from the valley of your swell breasts and smooth tummy, not having any of your objections. He sits up to swipe his wet muscle from your clit down. A soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips as he gets to work.

“Mhhm,” he moans as he taste you, almost analyzing its components like a savory sauce. He plants his hands on your waist, pulling you down further onto his mouth— it’s as if he’s not afraid of suffocating down there.

He’s eating you out like a man starved, dipping and curving his tongue into your oozing hole before suckling on your clit. He ignores the mixture of spit and slick on his chin as he devours you greedily. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, could eat this every day.”

Your soft moans encourage him to give you more, he needs you to fuck his face. He uses those same hands to hook around your ass and thighs, dragging you down on his tongue as he licks your insides. “Oh shit, ah— wait Ace,” you try to sit up, running from all the attention but it’s no use.

His strong arms keep you planted in place, “no runnin’ m not done yet.” Fuck this guy is hot, it’s like he’s straight out of a shitty 80’s porno as he makes you cream against his mouth. He slurps and sucks your hole as you whine loose chants of his name.

Adding his hands into the mix when he slides two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Scissoring your tight walls, you shake feeling those calloused pads massage your g-spot. “Gotta cum for me sweetheart, then I’ll fuck you as a tip.”

It feels even closer cause his tongue does not relent from your throbbing bud. Sliding it back and forth while his fingers give you something to squeeze on. “Yes yes, like that!” You sound so raunchy taking advantage of his face; running your hips in a figure eight along his tongue.

He’s grinding against the air trying to find friction, shallow thrusts up that match the pace of his fingers inside you. So close, you start pinching your nipple trying to tip yourself over the edge of raw pleasure. The pizza delivery boy of course notes this, groaning as he watches you play with yourself. He wants to replace his hand with yours, pinching and tugging at your dark bud. But, he has to keep you in place while he fucks you on his fingers. “Gonna— oh fuck,” here it comes.

Your orgasm crashes hard, washing over you in one big wave as you almost collapse on his face. He drinks whatever you offer as you whine and cry out, it’s too good. “Think you’re stretched? Cause I really wanna fuck you now. Ya look really hot when you cum.”

He’s swiping the culminating wetness from his face into his mouth, sucking the fingers he had inside you like a greedy bastard. Licking and suctioning onto the pads to emphasize how needy he is for you. Oh, he’s good.

“Be my guest, pretty boy.” Ace has never really thought of himself as pretty, so hearing someone as beautiful as you say it, it must be true. He flushes a light shade of pink while removing the rest of his clothes.

“Condom?” Like an idiot, he didn’t bring any and his wallets downstairs in the shitty delivery car where he typically keeps one if he’s lucky.

“Want you inside, I’m on the pill.” Oh.. and he gets to pound you raw? He’ll definitely be coming back here. Shaking your ass back and forth at him as if to invite him over. “Cmon I want the tip already.” He laughs at your two way pun, rubbing your ass in his hands as he marvels the sight of you bent over the side of the couch.

Ace sees his hard work continuing to drip down the insides of your thighs, smirking while lining his fat tip up with your cunt. He spits in his hand before pumping himself to make sure it’ll fit just right. You’re pushed forward till your hips meet the arm of the couch, sandwiched between two immovable forces.

He’s trying his hardest to not just slam into you, your pussy is so warm and wet around his cock and there’s nothing separating the two of you. You’re squirming from the sheer size of his length even after all that work he did to prep you. “Doin’ so good taking all of me sweetheart. Just a lil’ more.” He doesn’t know if he’s saying that for you or himself at this point, the way your bare walls grip his cock makes him double over.

The couch gives before Ace does, each thrust of his strong hips into you makes it creak and slide forward. He starts off with deep punctuated strokes, each one earning a high pitched cry from you. He’s pummeling your cunny, making your hips rub against the arm as your knees begin to buckle.

“Feelin’ good pretty girl?” But when you go to open your mouth any answer is replaced with moans that sound so pornagraphic. “Fuck your cunts so good. Suckin’ me in.” Being drilled by the hunk of a man behind you and the friction of being fucked into the couch is bringing you near your second orgasm of the night, you start to feel it licking at your insides tentatively.

Ace isn’t in much better shape himself, fucking your pussy raw is taking all of him to shoot his load right in you. He needs to get his moneys worth after all. “Can’t cum yet pretty, wanna see you.”

He moves you both to the couch so you’re flat on your back, one leg hooked around his small waist as another dangles off the couch. “Easy baby, remember to breathe,” he says before easing himself back in. That feeling of fullness returns and brings a dopamine rush with it as he flashes a toothy smile your way. Savoring the feeling of sliding his tip through the gummy resistance.

Your body is so warm beneath him as he drives in and out of your soaking cunt. “Cmon’ give it to me baby. Know you were so close…” Ace trails a hand down your abdomen, spreading his palm across your stomach as leverage while he fucks you stupid. Hair shrouding his face as he coos at you. “Please, dont wanna without you.”

The way he pleads for you is what does it, breaking the dam that was holding back another mind shattering orgasm from this sexy delivery boy. “Ahh fuck, cumming— oh! I’m-” you’re gripping onto him for dear life, firm biceps not budging an inch even when you start to dig your nails into his skin.

It all happens so fast he doesn’t even realize he’s also cumming right behind you, too caught up in the way your sultry lips fall into an “O” shape as you scream his name loud enough to be heard by the entire complex. He buries himself to the hilt, mind boiling with the thought of how he’s fucking his cum into you raw. For some reason the idea only pushes him to not pull out, letting you keep all his seed as he mewls. “Take it, take it all,” sweat accumulating at his hairline.

You’re squeezing him like a damn vice while you come undone, face scrunched so pretty. It makes his cock ache inside you, relishing in the soft sighs that come from your parted lips.

You both start to come down from your lust filled highs when he speaks again, “mhhhm, you’re still a few cents short.” He kisses you, leaning forward and almost suffocating you into his large chest.

Oh boy, hopefully he clocked out.

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Simmer #3

CH.3 Sunny Side Up | The Menu [4.3K] Eddie Munson x shy fem!reader: a line cook au.

Talking to Eddie became a little easier after that night. Just a little. You greeted each other on morning shifts with tired nods, maybe a small ‘hi’ from you, a grunt from him that you’d learned not to take offence to. You’d watched time and time again as Jonathan brought his coffee to the kitchen, handing Eddie a mocha full of chocolate syrup and the boy received another grunt in thanks too. 

The diner became more familiar, as did your colleagues and it made your heart ache a little when you realised you melted into their routines, their little world as easily as they did with each other. Steve knew your favourite song, liked to turn it up when it came on the radio, pointing at you with enough fanfare to make you flush when he sang the lyrics into the end of a wooden spoon. 

Robin had invited you to hers, an unofficial girls night after a Sunday late shift that became a habit without meaning to. You shared her apartment space the way she shared yours, leftover pyjama shirts in each other's drawers, rented movies swapped between television sets. And at times, when she was home from college, Nancy would join you both, curled on the loveseat with Robin as they listened to your horror stories from Chicago. 

Argyle would offer you rides to work, always passing you on the days you missed the bus, pulling over his brightly painted van with a lazy grin and a yell of “jump in my ‘lil Chicago pizza.”

It was easy, comfortable, a slow kind of life that you craved in the city, the long days and quiet nights that you were more suited to. Hawkins was far from the white picket fence dream, but you loved your little apartment with its view of the cornfields, the long road out of town that you knew took you to work. And when the bus stopped on Sundays and you walked to the diner, you’d pass that old garage the same way you did on your first day in town and wave to Wayne. 

It was easy. It was simple. 

That Tuesday, you clocked in early after swapping a shift with Nancy, the heat rolling into the side door with you as the sun rose. It was the earliest you’d started and the diner was still quiet, a lack of customers between the midnight hours that the truckers frequented and the breakfast rush. The radio was up louder than usual, the smell of fresh bread coming from the ovens, a huge bowl of batter on the counter beside some chopped strawberries, glittering with sugar. 

“Hey! Hey what's the matter with you, feel right? Don't you feel right, baby?”

You could see Jonathan in the front of the diner, setting clean tables with new cutlery, Argyle trailing behind him - not necessarily helping, but definitely talking animatedly about something. Jim was in his office, groaning over receipts and copies of everyone’s vacation requests, two empty mugs of coffee in front of him. You weren’t sure where Ed—

“Jesus, watch it!”

You gasped on instinct as someone collided with your shoulder, a dull pain that wasn’t all that sore but scared you nonetheless. Eddie was glaring at you, holding a hot tray of morning rolls aloft with a dish towel. 

“I could’ve fucking burnt you,” he snapped, setting them down on his station with a clatter. 

You winced, an apology on your tongue, already tasting sour. “I’m sorry, I didn’t— I didn’t hear you say corner, or, or door or—”

You watched as Eddie’s frown disappeared momentarily, a soft drop of his expression that made you realise at the same time he did, that he didn’t give any of those warnings at all. You thought he’d apologise then, maybe back track with a rare smile but instead his scowl deepened and he set about pulling ingredients out of the fridge. 

“Stumbling ‘round like a baby deer, man,” Eddie huffed, his voice low, like you maybe weren’t meant to hear. But you did. “Gonna end up seriously hurtin’ yourself— or someone else. Not supposed to be in the damn kitchen, told you you weren’t made out f—”

Tears burned the corners of your eyes at the first sign of conflict but your heart pounded and you let yourself get wound up. You squared your shoulders, sucked in a breath and let the sting of your eyes and the lump in your throat fuel you. “Hey!” You snapped, only sounding a little watery, a little soft. “It wasn’t— it wasn’t my fault. You’re supposed to tell someone you’re coming if you’re holding something.” You blew out a breath, acutely aware of how Eddie was watching you with raised brows. “Especially something hot. And I don’t stumble.”

You glared right back at the boy, hoping you looked as intimidating as he did, throwing your hands on your hips for good measure until you felt too much like your mom and dropped them back by your side. You squirmed in the silence, pulling self-consciously at the hem of your uniform dress, still trying to keep your lips in an annoyed flat line, your brows as turned down as Eddie’s. Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes, throwing a pound of butter into a huge mixing bowl. It made the station shake with a thud and he turned his back to you before he spoke, shoulders stiff, a tattoo that curled up from his back to the nape of his neck just visible for the way he’d pulled his curl up in a bun. 

“Why are you always in such a bad mood? Huh? And I’m allowed in the kitchen,” you added, hating that you sounded haughty, but fuck this boy and his attitude problem. The hot and cold act was starting to wear thin. “I work here too.”

He turned then, the sleeves of his chef whites rolled up to his elbows, ropes of muscle and lines of ink curling around his forearms. His fingers were covered in butter and sugar, and when he took a few steps closer, brows raised at you in a challenge, he smelled like cinnamon. “That right, sweetheart?”

You didn’t back down, even though your stomach flipped. You lifted your chin higher, tried to give it back to him as good as he gave it out. “You think I come here for the good of my health?” You wanted to bite, you wanted to sink your teeth in and draw blood. You wanted to hurt. The taste of honey on fresh sourdough lingered on your tongue.  “I heard the food is shit.”

Eddie’s nostrils flared at your childish barb, but as immature as it was, the boy gritted his teeth and stormed back to the work station. The bowls clattered against each, steel on steel and the spatula he’d been using got launched into the empty sink. 

“Just stay out my way,” Eddie grunted. 

 The sharpness of his words made your throat tight, face scrunching unhappily because what had you ever done to him? You decided not to answer, pressing your lips together instead and hoping Eddie didn’t see your watery eyes when you stalked past his table. You ducked into the office, slamming your locker door as you shoved your bag inside, shouldering into Steve by accident on the way back out. 

“Oh, sorry— hey, hey,” Steve frowned, catching sight of your face. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer, just smiling and shrugging him off, already pulling out your pad and pen from the front of your apron, as if the quiet diner was suddenly full of people who were desperate for their orders to be taken. You didn’t look at Eddie as you left, disappearing between the table and booths, hoping for something to clean until a table filled up. 

You didn’t see it, you didn’t hear it, but Steve walked to Eddie’s station with a scowl that matched the other boy’s and stole the spoon that was in his hand. 

“Hey!” Eddie’s head shot up, eyes narrowed, ready for a fight. “Give me th—”

“Stop being a dick,” Steve scolded, holding the spoon over his head when Eddie tried to grab it across the bench. “You’re being an ass, man. And for what?”

Eddie glared, reaching for the stolen utensil and swearing when Steve rapped the back of his knuckles with it. “What’re you even talkin’ about?”

Steve scoffed, “don’t act dumb, Munson, it isn’t cute. What have you got against the new girl?”

Eddie didn’t answer, giving up and crossing the kitchen to rake through a drawer for another spoon instead. He stalked to the refrigerator too, still scowling, piling more ingredients in his arms as he went. He walked back to Steve with eggs and fruit, jars of spices that were all different colours. Steve was still standing, shirt sleeves rolled up, his name badge on upside down. 

“Well?”

“Steve, just—” Eddie let out a huff and set a pan on the stovetop, flicking on the switches until a blue flame appeared. It bloomed into red, orange and Eddie spooned some butter into the pan. “I don’t have anything against her.” His cheeks were hot, he could feel it. A pink flush that went across his nose and attacked the tips of his ears. He cracked an egg too vigorously, shell in the yolk, making it burst. He swore. 

“No?” Steve didn’t look convinced. He handed Eddie back his spoon. “Doing your damn best to convince her otherwise. Poor kid looked like she was about to cry.”

Eddie’s eyes shuttered closed at that, guilt gnawing a hole in his chest. He cracked another egg, watched it turn white over the heat. He really wanted a cigarette. 

The bell for the diner door rang, signalling the arrival of customers, a bleary eyed bunch of business men that looked like they were from out of town. Their suits were too sharp, close shaven beards and briefcases making them look like sore thumbs against the garish decor and sticky booth seats. Both boy’s watched you approach their table, smiling sweetly and nodding shyly as you scribbled down their orders. When you turned to head to the hatch, a piece of paper ready to be slapped onto the stainless steel bar, Eddie watched as the men eyed your behind, appreciative faces and shared whispers about the way your legs looked in your dress. 

He cracked another egg, eyes narrowed, chest tighter than before. 

“Say sorry,” Steve finalised the conversation with a friendly slap to Eddie’s shoulder as he passed him. You were only a few tables away, head ducked down, eyes hidden as you approached. Steve looked serious as he said, “fix it.”

—————

By the time the clock hit eleven am, Jonathan was coaxing you into going for your break, handing your orders to Steve as he cleared the table your customers just left. He waved away your protests, voice quiet and soft as he handed you the dollar notes that were left for you beside a ketchup stain. 

“I’ve got it,” he tsked. “Go on, go get some food or somethin’.”

So you smiled and pulled off your apron as you headed through the back, already sipping on a glass of lemon water you’d poured yourself at the bar. You could hear Steve greet a family at the front door, all charm and sweetness, and the radio in the kitchen was still playing. Breakfast was almost over but the place still smelled sweet, syrup and cinnamon, cooked pancakes and fresh bread, maple bacon that the diners always ordered an extra plate of. 

Argyle was at the sink, washing a pot and he smiled as you walked across the tiles. “Wassup Chicago town?” There were bubbles on his arms, a walkman clipped to the waistband of his chef whites and headphones around his neck. “You lookin’ for Eddie?”

You frowned without meaning to, wondering if you could get away with pinching some leftover breakfast without anyone realising. Jim didn’t mind, but Eddie was way too particular with his leftovers. 

“Uh, no,” you answered. “Should I be?”

“Think he was lookin’ for you.”

You didn’t get to ask anymore questions, or even laugh at the idea of the chef seeking you out, because Eddie was coming back out from the pantry with a new bag of sugar. His eyes flitted to you as he walked to his bench, cheeks a little pink and he sprinkled some of it over a bowl of chopped fruit before he said anything. He nodded to the stool he made you sit on the other day, the one at his station and it was only then you noticed there was a plate sitting. 

Two perfectly cooked eggs, sunny side up with a huge slice of orange that was arranged like a smile. There was a single blueberry in the middle of the plate, plucked from the bowl that Eddie placed beside it, finishing off the smiley faced breakfast. 

“You hungry?” Eddie murmured, his voice softer than it had been when you last ran into him. He kept his head bent, curls framing his brown eyes, lips twisted. “You didn’t have breakfast.” 

“Wh—?” Your lips parted, your apron still fisted in your hand and you rounded the station slowly, eyes on the boy like you were waiting for the joke to land. 

Eddie’s gaze shot from you to the stool and he tilted his chin once more. “Sit.” His demand wasn’t bossy, despite the bluntness. His voice was so much more gentle than you’d heard it before. The frown was still there, the stitch between his brows but his eyes looked softer, honeyed caramel, brown sugar, the stickiest kind of toffee. “Gonna get cold.”

So you sat, looking behind you to glance at Argyle, wondering if this was strange enough for him to take notice too. Sure enough, the boy had stopped scrubbing, his hands still in the hot water as steam rose up around his confused face. He was watching the both of you, eyes glancing between you and Eddie as he tried to work out what was happening. 

Eddie turned his back on you as you stared down at the meal he’d made you, eyes still wide and something inside of you sank at the idea of his walking away. But he spun back, a fork and knife in his hand, wrapped in a napkin. He didn’t hand them to you, but he slid them across the counter, his expression neutral - you couldn’t work him out. 

“Thank you,” you whispered and Eddie nodded. You wondered if Steve and Jonathan got their breakfast made for them when they went on break, if they came into the kitchen to a bowl of fresh fruit - mangoes and berries and brightly coloured slices of citrus. You thought it would be best not to ask. “Looks good.”

Eddie hummed and nodded, waiting until you picked up your cutlery and unfurled it from the wrapping. He made his leave then, cheeks pink, curls going a little frizzy in the heat and he ducked away, picking up a crate that he took into the freezer, the large door thumping behind him. 

The napkin fell to the table as you took out your fork, marvelling over the way the yolk burst perfectly as you dug in, golden liquid pooling across your plate. You picked up the blueberry nose before it got caught, popping it into your mouth and humming at the flavour. And when you looked down, there was a word scrawled across the napkin, faded black ink on white tissue. 

“Sorry.”

—————

Eddie made sure he waited long enough for you to be gone by the time he appeared from the walk-in, nose red with the cold, skin goose pimpled under his uniform - because fucking hell, why did he decide to hide in the freezer? He came back out warily, keeping his back against the tiled wall as he peered around the corner. You were gone from his station, your twenty minute break already over and he could see your empty plate and bowl stacked at the sink beside Argyle.  

He squared his shoulders and tried to act normal as he stomped back into his kitchen, frown set back on his face but his heart was thundering. It made him feel ill, the way his chest got right, the way his stomach flipped. His station was clear of your plates, but you’d left the napkin there, the corner of it tucked under a plastic quart container so it didn’t float away. 

There, in your much neater handwriting and the pink pen you liked to take orders with, was a reply to the boy’s scrawled apology. 

“Thank you.”

Eddie stared at the words for too long, until the rosy coloured ink went blurry and his cheeks turned the same shade. He wasn’t sure where you’d gone, but he could smell perfume he assumed was yours, lingering between the stacks of chopped strawberries, the halved mango on the counter. 

“You got a crush, my friend?” 

Eddie’s head snapped up, a scowl set back on his face instinctually. He liked Argyle, he didn’t mind him at all, but the boy was standing by the sink and was looking at him knowingly. Argyle grinned and raised his brows, waiting for Eddie to answer. 

“What? No.” Eddie slammed the napkin back down on the desk. Argyle was still grinning. “Shut up.” Eddie waited until the other boy returned to the dishes before he took the napkin and folded it up, tucking it into his pocket. 

He’d bin it later, he told himself. It wasn’t a big deal. 

—————

The day Eddie was scheduled off on the rota was a much busier day. It seemed like bad luck, the main cook’s day off coinciding with the monthly farmers market that was set up in Hawkin’s Main Street. The square was filled with stalls, fresh fruit and vegetables in crates, the smell of homemade soap, lavender and rose on the breeze. The tiny storefronts helped funnel the crowds in the direction of the diner, lines of cars driving to the restaurant for breakfast, their trunks full of fresh goods and Mrs Sinclair’s apple pie slices. 

It meant your day went too fast, the tips good and the chance of a break slim. Argyle was pushed to his limit, the freezer used more than ever as the full tables called for a quicker turnaround, the frozen burger patties being used instead of the way Eddie liked to make each one fresh. But Eddie wasn’t here and you certainly weren’t thinking about him, so he didn’t need to know. And when your shift ended at five, the dinner rush was just as crazy so you stayed on until six and helped Nancy clear a table of twelve guests, two families from out of town that had too many kids and there were lines of coloured crayon along the walls that just wouldn’t shift until you gave in and brought out a bottle of bleach. 

She was grateful enough that she split the table’s tip with you, something you tried to wave away but she insisted and stuffed the dollar bills into the front of your apron, not caring about the stains, the dryer grease, the spilled coffee there. Nancy looked just as undone as you. But it had been a good day - you missed the chance to eat, and maybe get something made for you by Eddie - but you had enough cash rolled up in your purse to start a new stack in your freezer at home and the bus back into town should be due any min—

The bus rolled past before you could get to the stop, the tires squeaking in protest as it passed you by, your feet not able to take you out of the parking lot quick enough. And it was still fine, there was still a little light in the sky, that navy-lilac kinda way that told you nightfall was coming soon, or maybe rain. Maybe both. 

So you pulled the strap of your bag across your chest and wished your uniform wasn’t as starchy and tight, ‘cause the heat still lingered even in the evening, warmth collecting in the shadows even as indigo coloured clouds rolled in above. The rain didn’t hit until ten minutes into your walk, a Misty drizzle that had you scrunching your face until it turned into a downpour. A heavy summer storm where thunder shouted at you from the distance, way out across the cornfields and making the sky flash white. You ran down the sidewalk where there weren’t many places to stop, to shelter and you suddenly wished more than ever that you still had your shitty old car that you barely needed to use when you lived in Chicago. 

But the garage was coming up, a familiar building with peeling red paint on its walls and a huge shutter that was already closed a third of the way. You hoped and prayed that Wayne was still around, wondering if it would be too cheeky to ask if you could finally take him up on the offer of that ride he once asked if you needed. Weeks of passing by and waving to him - and offering a snickerdoodle from the box you once took into work for Jonathan’s birthday - had built up a quiet sort of friendship. 

The garage was quiet and the bell sounded as you pushed open the door, the workshop floor stained with oil and paint, leftover footprints that would never clean off. Cars sat asleep, some with their hoods up, engines ripped out and dismantled on the floor, and thank god, there was still a light on in the office. A warm glow through a window, the outline of a man sorting through papers and his head lifted when he heard you bump into the side of a workbench, a tool you didn’t know the name of clattering to the floor. 

You winced and raised your hand in a greeting and an apology. “Sorry, hi— I just— it’s raining.”

Wayne laughed after he got over his surprise, beckoning you in with an oil stained hand. His tiny office smelled like gas and burnt tires but his smile was as friendly and tired as it always was. “Miss the bus?” He asked. 

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest. Out of the summer air, the garage was cooler and you were drenched, goosebumps trailing across your forearms. “Drove right by me.”

Wayne tutted, sympathetic and he pushed what looked like a stack of invoices into a tray for tomorrow. “That’ll be that Hagan boy, never should’ve been allowed the job. Doesn’t pay any darned attention to nobody.” The man patted down his pockets, searching for his keys. “Jus’ gimme a minute and I’ll drop you off, think the boy took my damn keys. Hey, son—”

Another figure appeared in the doorway, cutting off Wayne’s call. This man was tall and broad shouldered, with dark curls that weren’t tied back. They hit his shoulders, wild strands springing around brown eyes that quickly widened at the sight of you. 

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?”

“Hey!” Wayne snapped with a frown. He whacked the boy’s shoulder with a rolled up newspaper he grabbed from his desk. “That’s no way to speak to a lady. I raised you better than that, you little delinquent.”

Eddie looked astonishingly different out of his chef whites and your surprise showed on your face. Out of his uniform, you could see more skin, more ink. Tattoos curling around his forearms and creeping up towards his biceps, black leaking across lithe muscles that you didn’t get to see at work. He was all dark, black jeans with rips in the knees, a black T-shirt that was well worn, the band logo on the front unrecognisable from wear and from the fact that your music taste was wildly different. 

Jewellery he didn’t get to wear glitter on him, silver rings on almost every finger, skulls and orjer horned things around his knuckles, a silver chain peeking out from underneath his collar. There was a hole in the hem of his shirt, heavy scuff marks on his big boots. He was still scowling at you though, a familiar sight that made him look more like the Eddie you knew. 

You glanced at Wayne, still confused as to why he was scolding the line cook from your work. You looked back to Eddie, lips trying to wrap around an explanation. He made you feel like you weren’t supposed to be here. “I— the bus. I missed the bus.” You swallowed, an awful shyness coming over you, or maybe it was nerves. “It’s raining.”

The weather was making itself known as the storm closed in, heavy, fat drops of rain pounding on the tin roof of the garage, a deafening roar that only got heavier. 

“Yeah, no shit.” Eddie called back, raising his voice to be heard over the din and his cheek got him another smack from Wayne. 

“You better hope I don’t find out you talk like that in the kitchen, boy,” Wayne pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie, to which the boy merely rolled his eyes at. “I’ll ask Jim, he’ll tell me.” When Eddie didn’t reply, Wayne pulled on his jacket and set about collecting more sheets of paper. He asked Eddie for his keys and pocketed them before saying, “Ed’s, be a good ‘un and take my friend here home, yeah? I gotta finish up this mess.”

When Eddie raised his brows and dropped his jaw, you were pretty sure your expression was the same. Except you were burning, both at the embarrassment of Wayne being so sweet and the idea of having to spend time with Eddie alone. 

“Friend?” Eddie scoffed. “Since when?”

You wanted the floor to open up below you. “I can, I can just walk.” You jammed a thumb at the door, at the torrential rain that was still falling angrily outside of it. “I think the rain has stopped…”

Thunder bellowed from above. A leak in the corner of the work floor dripped onto an old tire. Wayne stared at you both, unimpressed. 

And that’s how you ended up in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. 

[incorrectbatfam]

Birdflash? Please?

How about some high school Dick and Wally

Wally fell faster, Dick fell harder.

Wally start developing feelings the first time they go on patrol with just the two of them. There was just something about watching the gears in Dick's head turning as he disabled a booby trap.

Dick wouldn't return the feelings until over year later, when they're watching a movie at the Manor and Wally dozed off halfway through, mumbling in his sleep.

They were each other's date to junior prom at both of their schools.

Dick picked Wally up in Central City on a cloaked Bat-plane and took him to dinner at an upscale place Bruce recommended, but they quickly realized that wasn't their style and slipped out to get pizza instead, even if it meant missing the first half hour of the dance.

Wally ran to Gotham, but to maintain their identities, rented a minivan to pick Dick up from the Manor because the rental place was all out of limos. He decorated it with some cardboard and paint for that extra romantic touch. Bruce wasn't pleased but Dick thought it was hilarious.

They also got part-time jobs to keep their covers (and get some experience).

Wally was a science tutor and Dick often made the trip just to pretend he didn't know what the periodic table was.

Dick worked at a fast food joint and always wrote his number on Wally's receipt with "call me" underneath.

Back in their day, queer people were still nearly unheard of and coming to terms with it, especially as a teenager, was way more difficult. Even though Bruce and Barry would be accepting, the idea of telling them was no less daunting.

A few months into dating Wally, Dick devised a multi-step plan to butter Bruce up and tell him. It included doing all the chores, ordering Bruce's favorite meal, an hour-long queer history presentation with cited sources, Barbara as his hype woman, and a fallback plan where he'd escape to a safehouse. None of that ended up happening, because before Dick could execute it, Bruce told him all about his own past with guys.

Wally came out a little later and a lot more impulsively, blurting it out while he and Barry were in the car before jumping out and speeding down the highway. Barry caught up to him an hour later in another city and assured him that everything was okay. Though, Barry wasn't thrilled about the prospect of hanging around Bruce more than he already had to.

Dick thought it'd be a good idea to sign up for debate. Wally warned him about getting overcompetitive but Dick didn't listen. Nonetheless, Wally didn't mind staying up to help organize flashcards and rehearse before a big meet.

For some reason, Wally joined band and picked the French horn. The teacher wasn't great and neither of the boys knew the first thing about how a French horn worked. At one point, Dick tried to straighten it into a regular horn in the Batcave while Wally contemplated dropping the class.

Arcade dates! Sometimes they went head-to-head. Other times, they worked in sync just like on the field. And they'd always win prizes for each other. One time they didn't win much, so they pretended to propose to each other with Ring Pops.

Another kind of date they enjoyed was teaching each other new things. Wally absorbed new information really fast and regurgitated it back when they hung out. Dick, meanwhile, had a more physical love language and liked to guide Wally's hands in guitar or batarang lessons.

Dick saved Wally's contact as "Roadrunner" and Wally saved Dick's as "Lightning Rod."

[ash5monster01]

#18 #18!!

Valentines pizza mixup with Steve! 🍕

Pizza Mixup

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, language, no use of y/n, lots of teasing, minor minor allusions to smut.

18. A sad valentines night spent home alone requires pizza but what happens when the delivery guy mixes up your order with the guy from upstairs?

word count: 1.6k

Masterlist

Nonsense plays on the TV in front of you while you await your pizza. You had been starved, working a double shift and dealing with the constant candy heart bullshit had you in a bad mood, and gotten in the way of your lunch. The only thing you had to look forward to on this day was the perfect large pizza from the great place down the street. You couldn’t wait to eat it and watch mindless TV in your cotton pajama bottoms and black tank top. It was heaven on earth actually. The real American dream.

When the knock finally sounds at the door you’re lifting to your feet in an instant. The weight of yourself pushing down on your pink bunny slippers and lifting its ears. A gift from a friend that was supposed to be a joke but you were enamored with the silly slippers that perked up with every step you took. You’re already digging through your wallet for a twenty as you pop the door open and spot the young delivery boy holding your beloved pizza.

“That’ll be $16.75” he says, voice bored with probably one of the busiest delivery nights for him. You briefly wondered how many heart shape pizzas he’d already given out tonight.

“Keep the change” you tell him, trading the money for the box. The smell hits your nose in an instant and you can’t help the way your mouth waters as you shut the door and walk your prize possession to the kitchen counter.

Flipping the lid you’re prepared to find the perfect pizza with melty cheese and crisped pepperoni just to be met with an absolute terror. The sweetness of the pineapple hits your nose and you can’t help the scowl that crosses your face. Curse that delivery boy. If it was any other night you’d just suffer but tonight that would not do. You had been counting on that perfect pizza, anticipating it all day. Who the hell ordered a single hawaii pizza anyway?

“What a fucking joke?” you can’t help but laugh out at yourself and the irony of this situation. Maybe it was karma, punishment for cursing every cute couple you saw today. Slamming the box closed you spot the receipt taped to the top and to your surprise the delivery address is on floor above you. A sly grin crosses your face.

“Not today satan” you growl before starting towards your door with the pizza box propped in your arm. The ears on your bunny slippers frantically move up and down as you stomp to the elevator determined to get your pizza back. You find the apartment quickly, fist banging against the door as you realized your pizza could be just behind that door.

“I’m coming!” a voice calls out, muffled by the door but your arm doesn’t let up. Not even when the door is swinging open and revealing one of the most handsome men you have ever seen. What shocks you even more is how he looks you up and down, an amused look covering his face.

“Nice slippers” is the first thing he says, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Thanks, I’m pretty sure you have my pizza” you say, head leaning forward to try and peak for it inside his apartment. His brows furrow as he looks at the pizza in your arms.

“I hate to be the one to tell you this but you’ve been holding it the whole time” he says and you roll your eyes quickly, pulling the box in front of you and opening it to show him.

“No it’s not, it’s yours. Who orders hawaiian pizza by the way?” you say, unable to hide the slight disgust in your voice.

“Oh shit, the delivery guy must’ve screwed it up. Come on in” he finally says, now moving out of the way. You cautiously step inside, taking in the apartment all together. It’s not that different from your own and you slowly follow him to the kitchen where you finally spot your pizza box on the counter.

“Made it just in time, I was about to dig in” the boy says and you discard his pizza on the counter beside it, rushing for your own and lifting the cover.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you mutter, eyes shutting and head falling with disappointment.

“Don’t tell me it’s still wrong” he says, curiously looking over your shoulder and you shake your head.

“No, it’s just in the shape of a heart” you pout and suddenly the boy beside you is laughing. You glare at him, leaning down to at least take in the scent of the pizza you had been waiting on all night.

“What? You didn’t order this to feed to your boyfriend tonight?” he asked once his laughter calmed and all you can do is sigh as you shut the pizza box.

“No I wanted a regular pizza because I’m a single girl who doesn’t give a shit that it’s Valentine’s Day” you tell him and his eyebrows raise lightly.

“Well it’s nice to meet you bunny slippers. I’m Steve, and I also don’t give a shit about Valentine’s Day” he says holding his hand out and you decide you can no longer take your annoyance out on this innocent, yet very cute man beside you.

“Nice to meet you Steve, I guess I better get going. Eat this thing till it no longer looks so cute” you say starting to slide the box of the counter but his hand quickly stops it from going any further.

“What do you say to eating it here? Since neither of us have anything better to do. Plus if we get to know each other better maybe we can start ordering one pizza for us both. Save the money” the snort that comes from your nose has him cracking a small smile even though your reaction is not one he expected.

“As long as it’s not Hawaiian I may be interested but I don’t know how much that says about me being cheap” you tell him and finally release the pizza box in defeat. After all this option was better than rotting alone on your couch watching Alf.

“I think I can deal” he says reaching into a cupboard and freeing two plates for you both. You waste no time in picking the two largest slices from the heart shaped pizza and setting them on your plate. Steve does the same, grinning at you while he does.

“You seem way too excited about this for a guy who clearly had plans to spend the evening alone” you tell him as he guides you to the couch. Steve laughs, freeing two Coke’s from the mini fridge in the living room. What a boy.

“I don’t think excited would be the right word, more like intrigued” he says now joining you on the couch. You don’t miss the way it dips from his weight and how naturally his leg crosses in front of him.

“Was this your plan all along, bribe the delivery boy to get the cute girl from downstairs into your apartment where you proceed to murder her?” and Steve can’t help but laugh from the wildness of your imagination. If he knew tonight was going to turn out like this he would’ve been a little more happy about the holiday.

“If only I was clever enough but I’m just an innocent boy who got delivered the wrong pizza tonight and is now lucky enough to share it with the cute girl from downstairs” and his words have you blushing in an instant. Pink shading from your neck all the way up to your ears and Steve can only grin as he takes a bite of his fruity pizza.

“Fine but if I suspect any foul play I’m out that door” you say with a pointed finger before finally taking that first bite of perfect pizza. Thankfully you had solved the mixup quickly and it was still warm. What surprises both you and Steve is the low moan that comes out from the flavor hitting your tastebuds.

“Maybe I really am interrupting something” Steve teases and you lightly smack his arm which makes him laugh.

“I just really love Ilio’s Pizza. Best pizza ever” you say before two more bites and Steve is grinning ear to ear as he watches you.

“Maybe you should try the Hawaiian” he suggests and the giggle that escapes your lips lifts to his ears. You’re surprised at how comfortable he has made you in just these few moments. Maybe it was how handsome he was, or the way his brown hair was swept perfectly over his head, or possibly the realization of just how lonely you were on a quiet and empty Valentines night.

“Maybe, but for now I can compromise and order half pepperoni, half hawaiian for our next one” Steve’s eyebrows raise at the sentence and you know immediately what he was thinking.

“So there will be a next one?” he curiously asks and as your eyes search his own you can’t help the soft smile that slides across your lips.

“If you find a way to call me cute again I can almost guarantee it” you tell him and he grins, hand reaching over to push some stray hair behind your ear.

“Only I could get lucky enough to have the cute downstairs neighbor come banging on my door for pizza, in a pair of pink bunny slippers” he says and this time you don’t hide the blush that crosses your cheeks.

“So, you free next weekend?”

[hanjisunglover]

001. 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

MASTERLIST. ! <- 001. -> 002.

warnings: mentioning of guns and weapons, blood, reader has some PTSD, minho calls reader pet names.

words count: 3.8k

There are two types of people in the world: those who support heroes and those who believe they only bring chaos to the city.

You are not part of any of these categories. You don't care about heroes, your life in a tiny apartment in Manhattan has never changed thanks to them. Your small business as a Pizza's restaurant in one of the quietest neighborhoods of New York hasn't paid off thanks to them.

You're just there, waiting for the big event in your life. Until then? you just pass your time listening to some cheap music from your dad's radio.

"Y/n, vien qua, c'è gente!" Your father's voice wakes you up, his strong Italian accent stops your music and put your headphones down from your head, the song still playing on your phone but you can't look or stop right now. You have to go back to work.

Your family runs a little business, your father works in the kitchen - cooking pizza with the true receipt from Italy. Your mother on the other hand get ready some typical desserts, like tiramisù, panna cotta and even gelato. Your grandma stays the whole day in the same spot, with her purple shawl on her shoulders, her glasses falling to the tip of her nose, her eyes on some Hispanic soap opera and her puzzle week.

You, just work as a cashier, giving them a little help when you're off from University. You got into a really expensive place, with people that have been spoiled their entire life, you just learned in another way the meaning of money.

Your grandmother came to the US when she just turned 25, in one hand she had her suitcase, in the other one her dreams. Learning English from the scratch, with three jobs part-time and her husband with two more jobs. They had a simple, chaotic but happy life. Until your grandfather passed away, leaving your dad the small business that they started on their own after saving the few pennies set aside.

You can't actually understand why they bought the place so far away from Little Italy, closer to Time Square than the rest of the really famous restaurants. Every time you ask to your grandmother, she just justifies herself saying, "your nonno was really stubborn".

Your grandfather, really thought that was the best option, with an apartment include with the small place for the 'sliced ​​pizza's business', enough room for you and the rest of your family.

You know the place isn't very successful, there are few regulars, just enough to make reaching the end of the month with the end-of-month expenses. You know you can't ask for too much, and your college grades must remain impeccable to continue receiving the scholarship. Everyday you think how lucky the other people are, not really knowing their story, but just the fact that during your uni lessons they can normally say things such as 'let's go to a karaoke after this', makes you jealous.

You're not popular, you're not rich. That cut a lot of your social life, but not enough to not have any friends. As you walk out the back of the restaurant to get in the cashier spot, you can see your best friend with a big smile in her face, waving at you. "Yo mama is fine as hell."

You can't contain a laugh, her obsession with milfs and girls in general always finds the way to change your mood, your hand on your abdomen makes her laugh too. "What are you looking for today?"

"Some girls to kiss, wanna be the next one?" Her cheeky pick-up lines never failed of making you smile, you start to count the price for two slides of pizza, "it's 3 dollars," she hisses as she takes out her wallet from her expensive bag, "if I really have to."

You chuckle as you grab the three banknotes from her hand, her smile makes you smile. And for a moment, you're really happy. No worries, no thoughts. For a single second, your life is not that miserable as you think.

Until.

Until you can hear screaming, glass that breaks and terrifying looks in the faces of the people that you love. You never imagined that your life can change in an amount of seconds, when you can see a dark red costume. With weapons on his back and a gun in his hand.

You are not a big nerdy, but you know for sure that this costume it's just for one person only, Deadpool. He's not a hero, he's not a villain, he defines himself to the police as 'cleaner of shit from the others'. He's basically hitman, that if he is not forced by the person from whom he takes the task, he would not kill. And inside you, as you hide behind the counter while your heart shatters your chest, your hands shaking and the blood buzzing in your ears; you pray that it will be so.

You pray that he's in the wrong place, that he's just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but the direction he's pointing is in the kitchen. You feel your blood almost stop pumping in your heart, you can feel a a presence so gloomy that you can only hide more under the counter.

"No! please!" Your mother's voice wakes you up and you stand up from your spot, your best friend is taking care of your grandmother that fell from the chair, you can feel your eyes watering, but you try your best to push them back for later. Before you can even step inside the kitchen, a shotgun pierces the screams. The silence.

You never thought you could hate silence more than now, you run into the kitchen, your mother on the floor crying as your dad is moaning in pain, the chest wound fills the floor with blood. Deadpool currently cleans his gun with the towel your mother usually keeps on the counter. Tears burst and fall down your face, anger raging inside you.

"I didn't kill him." The antihero speaks as he walks past you, almost as if nothing had happened. his mask is raised to his mouth as he chews on a piece of pizza. "Easy, blondie."

The siren of the police starts to reach the place, that now is a mess. It's just about of time, and you pray every single one. The floor has pieces of glass from the windows, the chairs and tables overturned, the TV that your grandmother usually watch during the day is on the floor. Still working, shows the reporters right outside your business place, suddenly Deadpool throws one of his katanas, breaking perfectly the screen.

"Damn I always hated the reporters." His voice, it's deep, makes you shiver as you get close, but you don't reach his body because one of his guns, it's pointing at your forehead now. You stopped moving.

His chewing sounds fill the place, the only other thing that you can hear it's your dad moaning in pain and your mother crying. "Don't step too close blondie, you're gonna get hurt to try dancing with the evil."

Your breath catches in your throat when he turns his head toward you, you freeze, you can barely speak, "why did you do this? why to us?" It sounds shaky, as he gets too close for your eyes to keep on him, his cologne gets in your senses.

"I just follow work sweet thing, grow up with that." His voice sounds so mean, it makes you shiver from head to toe, you don't see his eyes, his mask drops covering his face before you could spare a few seconds off his half face. His tone becomes playful again as the police point guns at you, windows are blown up, letting the spring wind dust off the floor.

That was the first time, that you ever met Deadpool.

Lee Minho feels like heavy rain. The heavy rain after a thunderstorm, the summer rain, that gets into your bones, making you feel the heaviness of your clothes against your body, your shoes soaking wet and your hair all attached to your neck. That heavy rain. You don't know if it's because of his charm, or the fact that he doesn't let anyone get too close to him, but something in him makes you feel attracted. Since the first day of your University, your eyes were fighting you to look away from him, his features. You don't even know how his voice sounds like, not even the color of his eyes, it's the classic guy that you keep looking for in a room full of loud people.

His copper red hair that sprouts the hood of the hoodie, with a backpack on the shoulder makes its way to the corridors. He never looks at anyone in the eye, you don't even understand why he's in that institute, is difficult for you to imagine him as a spoiled child. Maybe is that the reason why you find him so charming. No one really knows how he can afford a university like this. A thing that you're sure about Minho and his student career is that he doesn't care about his grades, because he is too smart to study, he leaves the room when he feels bored and the professors never stopped him. He's just, the genius in the class, but anyone really cares, they know that he's too smart for them too. No one has ever beaten him on tests and assignments. Always on time with the deadlines, making him look almost too good that it bothers.

At least, that's what you thought, now after your father got arrested you can't even step inside a class without feeling your skin burn at the sight of the windows, scared for your life that suddenly they can break like that day. Your usual sit it's right next a big window, where your desk is with all the little draws on the top, but not today.

Not today because that seat it's already taken, taken by Lee Minho. You can feel your cheeks getting warm up, that has been your seat since the year of the semester. Everyone knows that's your seat.

"Excuse me?" You try to sound as gentle as possible as the guy that is writing in his notebook, his eyes still down, doing some tricks with the pen as he doesn't dare glancing up at you. "Sorry, uhm?"

Minho sigh as you don't move away from his side, standing right next the table that he chose, he takes a deep breath as he turns his face to look at you. It's the first time that you can see his eyes, that are a dark brown, the definition of heavy rain that you gave to him the first day that you saw him feels exactly like his eyes. Cold, his eyes are cold. "What?"

"That's my spot," you point lightly at the table, where his stuff are already placed, and Minho does not like moving around when he finds his spot. He's like a cat, it's hard to make him move from his new favorite angle of the room, "No it's mine." The whole conversation is too childish for you to talk back.

You can feel your cheeks warm up because his voice is firm, making you almost trip in your words as you turn in your feet to find another table, part of you it's a relief. Because your seat it's right beside the window, and being that close to them would make you panic, but of course; Minho doesn't know that. Or that's what you think.

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For the entire week, Minho took your spot, you didn't know why and he's not that close to anyone to actually ask and know the reason, you just.. accepted. Who are you to tell him what to do?

Every morning - you're not sure how long ago that started but however - you passed there to greet, and leave a juice jug that you bought the machines, nobody had ever approached him like this. You knew you were not special from the others, but you were pleased to see how Minho after about ten seconds that left the juice on the table, smiled by raising just the corners of the mouth. That made you feel good. The following Monday, Minho is not there, he is never late, which makes you worry. Not that you are friends or more, but that situation was created where you feel you are the duty to.. understand, to know why it is not there.

"Do you know where Minho is?" murmurs to your friends, that are just talking to each other about the last assignment that was hell on earth, your head is in your hands as you look around, your eyes are just looking for one person ad one only.

"y/n, why are you so interested in him?"

Your expression is pure surprise as you look up at your friend, "me? uh, no reason?" You can't lie when your cheeks are getting red just to think about the man that is living in your mind rent free. "you keep asking about him today! and murmuring stuff, do you have a crush on him?"

Their sudden questions makes you close yourself a little in your thoughts, is really like that?, you're not sure, you never named what you felt for Minho before. You just, let it happened, you can't control your feelings. You can hear the door slamming against the wall, shaking the windows a little and that makes you shake silently.

Minho enter into the room, surrounded by silence, no one says a single thing. 'Cause his face is covered in wounds, a split lip and a cut to his eyebrow, you feel dizzy at the sight. "What do you have to look at?"he spits out like he's surprised that everyone is paying attention to him now, they never have before.

But he's hurt, and you can't stand it, you can't stand of the sight of more people hurt. You almost jump off the chair where you're sitting, making a really high pitch sound with it on the floor, now the attention it's all around you. Your friends murmur something to convince you to sit back but you can't. Your eyes are locked in his. You can see his surprise of seeing you standing up for him even if he's not moving any muscle of his face. He knows that you care. More than everyone else.

Your walk is the only sound that the room can hear, your mind keeps whispering: don't do that, don't do that, don't do that. You never skipped a lesson, you never put yourself in trouble, you are always the perfect student. Oh, fuck it.

You grab Minho's hand, he hisses at the feeling of his hand against yours, the skin it's almost burning for the feeling that makes his cheeks red up, but he doesn't want to admit it. You guys walked out of the class, his eyes on you are making you feel so stupid right now.

"what do you think you're doing?" he mumbles letting his hand grab tighter around yours, he's complaining but he's not letting you go.

You just let yourself go to the nursing room, opening the door nd making him take a seat in one of the beds, "let, let me take a look." You try to move away from him but his hand it's still holding yours tight, your breath catches your throat as you take a deep breath, his thumb passing against your knuckles.

He lets you grab some bandages and disinfectant for the cut on his lip, you stand right in front of him, he moves his thighs spread to let you get closer. His hands finish to play with the edge of your skirt, feeling your whole body shakes a little. You can't stop yourself from crying at his injuries, your hands touch his face so gently that he's surprised too.

Minho chuckles as he looks over you his eyes are gentle, feels more warmer than the first time that they ever made eye contact, "why are you crying blondie?"

The nickname makes you chuckle, he's not gonna be the first one to call you like that, and he's never gonna be the last one. "nothing I, I don't like when people I care gets hurt," you sniff and he stays silent, you can't read his face, you never did.

"what happened? if I can ask," for the first time, Minho seems really interested in what you're about to say, so you just let your thoughts speak. "two months ago, my dad's business got under attack from a hero, he stabbed my father and then he left letting him go away with the police, seems like he had an under business with some drugs thing, not sure. I really.. didn't know that, so I don't feel totally okay in the last couple weeks."

His chuckle stops your thoughts and you raise your eyes to look at him, his lips are showing his teeth from the laugh, "a hero? no hero would do that in such a cool way princess," his voice stops before going more into that topic, noticing your confused expression, "I mean, still horrible, but he took your father for a good thing. but I wouldn't call him a hero. pff."

Minho seems almost pissed at the way that you called Deadpool, a hero, you chuckle as you move his jaw to check for other cuts or other injuries, "you seem almost a fan."

"he sounds cool, are you scared of him now?" his voice it's deeper than usual, shivers run down your spine as you stop your actions, his eyes are locked on yours as his hands slowly grab the back of your thighs. "are you scared, bunny?"

"I'm.. not."

"you sounds like," his smirk makes you swallow. He stands up and you are facing him now, well, for the best that you can due your small height. Minho walk slowly towards you and you slightly move more backward, until your back find the wall. You're fucked.

You can't properly speak when his hands travel up to your waist, designing your hips with his fingers as he presses your body against the wall harder, "you seem, scared."

"no! no I'm not.. I'm not scared." you mumble as you close lightly your eyes, he's bending slowly lower in your face, his skin smells like disinfectant, "turn on then?"

His low giggle makes you whimper under his eyes and his touch, because it's definitely a yes, he knows. He knows that his actions have a weird power over you, he suddenly moves away from your body making you whine a little louder than expected. "w-why are you teasing me like that!"

His laugh fills the room, making you blush because it's the first time that he doesn't look like an adult, he doesn't look like someone that you should be scared of. He just looks like Minho. "God you are damn cute bun."

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After that moment he got more and more relaxed, he started to ask you out more and more frequently. He also started to call and text you regularly, using the excuse to make you read his assignments, just to clarify that he didn't made any errors. He's so unaware that you know that's just an excuse to hear from you, but that started to be so normal that you forgot about everything else when Minho comes around. You feel, safe. And he started to feel safe too, he's not hiding under his hood anymore, he smile even more - but only with you, his smile shows bigger with you and your presence around. He looks so, different. He's still your heavy rain, you can't see him otherwise, but the fact that he got closer to you in such a short time makes you feel good. You're not sure to call what you started to have, but your feelings for him are strong enough to make your heart skip a beat when you're walking down the hall from the last class that you just had when his hands cover your eyes, making you jump in surprise. His chuckle reaches your ears, making you blush under his touch, you grab gently his wrists to move his hand down. "I got you again bunny."

"you always get me, min," you chuckle when the guy starts to walk right next to you, his arm around your shoulders as he smiles towards you as you both walk towards the outside, "wanna grab some dinner together?"

You sigh, shaking your head, "sorry, have to work with mom."

"oh, you guys opened the Pizze-?" He starts wondering with his words, not really sure how to really pronounce it, you chuckle as you start to speed up with you walk to pass the green light in time on the sidewalk. "it's Pizzeria, and yes we did. It's hard without my dad but, it's the best that we can do for now."

Minho nods as he walks still beside you not letting you go away from his side, his phone buzz but you're more important right now, "okay then, I'll help."

"you what?"

"h-e-l-p, is it your Italian mind not working today?" he chuckles pressing his index against your forehead, moving you backward move close to his chest. You missed the green light so you stopped walking with the other people, Minho get closer behind you, moving both of his arms on your shoulders. You're so small compare do him, he glances around, like he usually does when he's at work.

His phone buzzes again and you can feel it cause it's in his pocket against your back, "your phone."

"I heard it the first time, still not care about it." he mumbles as he leans his chin on top of your head, the action makes you blush like a teenager. He's getting so touchy in the last period that makes you feel too good to really confess it.

As you guys walk in the green light you can hear a really loud honking, you turn your head just in time before some cobwebs stop the car that was about to crash against you and Minho. Minho moves you behind himself, your tiny body almost disappear behind him.

"Are you okay?" Minho whispers as he holds your shoulders, moving slowly his hands on your cheeks, your surprise and shock stops you from moving every single muscle; you can barely nod as you feel your breath quick up.

That was the first time that you ever saw Spiderman in your life.

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author note ! I loved writing this chapter so I hope y'all likes it!

[daisies-daydreams]

hi hi!! i am in love with your plus size fanfics, here’s my request!!

i was thinking of a hobie x plus sized reader, where reader has a huge crush on hobie so reader invites him over to their house yknow just to hang out and then reader finally asks out hobie, anddd.. things go to the other direction.. (smut.)

Into You (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, ”First Date” Awkwardness, Making Out, Mentions of Birth Control, Clit Play, Vaginal Fingering, Couch Sex, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Cock Piercings (Prince Albert), Doggy Style, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for your kind words and sweet request! 🤗 I love writing the plus-sized! fics, they always fill me up with joy. I hope you enjoy!

Song Rec for This Fic: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood (muffled + slowed + reverb)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Evenin’, love,” the man in front of you drawled. You blinked a few times and shook your head, your attention being drawn back to the dull corner store you worked in. The customer in front of you chuckled. Your cheeks warmed-it was Hobie, a man who stopped by every once in a while. He wore a tilted smile, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed into your own. “Where’d you go?” he asked with a slight smirk. You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Sorry. I kind of spaced out,” you laughed as you checked him out-you mean, checked out his items. Hobie hummed as he slotted his thumbs inside his jean pockets.

“Don’t blame you,” he said as he looked around. The store was dead at this hour, customers drifting in and out. You nodded before putting his items in a bag.

“Mhm,” you replied. You suddenly heard the announcer on the radio talk about a recent football match. Your eyes widened as an idea crossed your mind.

“Hey, um, Hobie?” you asked. The lean man hummed in reply. You bit your lip as you gripped his bag. “Would you…would you like to…” your voice trailed off as you met his gaze. His deep, chocolate brown eyes made you melt inside, your knees weak and stomach fluttering. Your throat tightened as he leaned forward and tilted his head.

“What’s on your mind, (Y/N)?” he asked. You nearly squealed at the sound of your name falling from his lips. Your mind raced a thousand miles per hour as you gulped.

“I-I was wondering, and no pressure, but...would you like to come over to my place to watch the game tomorrow?” you breathed as you looked down at your worn shoes. You felt like shrinking into yourself as seconds of silence felt like hours.

“Sure, got nothin’ goin’ on tomorrow,” Hobie drawled with a small shrug.

“Really?!” you beamed as you nearly jumped. You paused and cleared your throat. “I mean, great, sounds good,” you said with a firm nod. Hobie laughed as he took his bag.

"Thanks. Is it alright if I show around seven?” he asked. Your head felt so dizzy as your eyes were transfixed on his plush lips.

“Y-Yeah, that’d be great,” you said in a dazed voice. Hobie grinned.

“Sounds good. So, where do you-“

“Could the two of you please wrap this up?” an impatient customer huffed behind him. Hobie’s brows furrowed as he frowned.

“Just a second, we’re talkin’ about somethin' important here,” he replied matter-of-factly. You snatched a pen and scribbled down your address on his receipt. He blinked at how fast you handed it to him.

“Here you go,” you smiled. Hobie returned your expression as he slid his and over yours. Your cheeks burned as he took the receipt from you, his warm fingers gliding across your knuckles.

“Thanks, love,” he purred. You swore his voice dropped several octaves before he turned on his heel. “See ya tomorrow!” Hobie waved before slipping out.

The next day you scrambled around your small flat, cleaning every inch of it until it was almost time for Hobie to arrive. You pulled out some pizza rolls from the oven when a few knocks at the door rang through the tiny space. You gasped and nearly burnt yourself as you slammed the tray onto the stove. You peeked at your reflection in the microwave door, fixing up your hair and smoothing down your clothes.

“Coming!” you called before rushing over to the door. Your heart stopped when you swung it open. Hobie stood there with a pack of beer. He was clad in dark, ripped blue jeans and a dark leather jacket. You nearly fell forward when you sniffed his cologne, your mind already growing a bit hazy.

“‘Ello,” he grinned. You were speechless for a few seconds, your body stiff as a statue as you parted your lips. “You alright?” Hobie asked with a wry grin. You shook your head.

“Y-Yeah! Please, come in,” you said as you stepped out of the way and motioned into your humble abode. Hobie flashed you a grin as he stepped inside. He whistled as you closed the door behind him.

“Nice flat you got here,” he hummed. You blushed.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” you flapped your hand. You eyed the pack of beer.

“Figured it’d be rude of me to show up without bringin’ you somethin’,” Hobie lilted. You smiled as you took the pack and set it on the counter.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to,” you flushed and shuffled in place. Hobie chuckled.

“It’s no problem, love,” he hummed. You swallowed when you saw how close Hobie was standing in front of you, his tall, wiry frame leaning over your shorter form. You cleared your throat.

“I made pizza rolls, and the game’s already on,” you explained as you motioned towards the kitchen and living room. Hobie smiled and nodded.

“Great, though you might want to grab those rolls first,” he said as he put his jacket up.

“Why?” you asked. He grinned.

“‘Cause I’ll probably eat them all,” Hobie hummed. You laughed.

“I’ll keep a close eye on them, then,” you giggled. He gave a toothy grin as he scooped several rolls onto a plate.

“What?” Hobie asked with a crooked smile. You stiffened when you realized you were staring at his bum.

“Nothing,” you waved. He raised a brow.

“You can tell me,” he winked. You shook your head.

“Well, it’s just…how can you eat this much and still be so skinny?!” you exasperated. Hobie laughed.

“In my genes, I suppose,” he shrugged before popping one into his mouth. “My older sis's the same way,” he added.

"Do you live with her?" you asked. Hobie shook his head.

"Nah, just live by myself in a canal boat," he hummed before taking another bite. Your eyes lit up.

"Really? That's so cool!" you beamed. Hobie grinned as he swallowed.

"Yeah, you're welcome to come by any time you'd like," he offered with a smooth voice. You smiled so widely your cheeks began to hurt.

"O-Okay! Thank you!" you chirped.

"'Course," he replied. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the muffled sound of the game playing from your living room drifted into the kitchen. You bit the inside of your cheek as tension bubbled inside your chest.

"How about we go and watch the game?" you suggested. He nodded before picking up he pack of beer and following you to the couch. You plopped yourself down, eyes flicking over to Hobie. You gripped your hands together when you saw him spread his legs a little. You mentally slapped yourself as a filthy thought crossed your mind.

“In other news, Spider-Man made yet another surprise appearance just outside of Parliament last night,” a female new anchor stated. Both of you looked at each other before Hobie tilted his hips up.

“My bad,” he laughed as he pulled the remote out from under him. You giggled.

“You’re fine,” you said.

“Spider-Man is a menace!” a male news reporter angrily barked from behind a massive desk. You glanced over to see the aforementioned masked vigilante flipping off the camera (or at least you assumed that's what he was doing behind the censor bar). “He has no respect or regard for authority, a wild animal running through the streets like a-“

The channel suddenly changed back to the game. You turned to Hobie, his expression now hard as stone as he held the remote in his hand.

“Can’t stand that wanker’s voice,” he muttered in a tense voice. Your throat tightened as you stared between his hand and the TV. Hobie sighed before resting it on the coffee table. The two of you kept your eyes on the screen for a while.

“He’s not so bad,” you voiced. Hobie raised a brow. “Spider-Man, I mean,” you clarified. His face softened.

“You think so?” he asked with a small grin. You nodded.

“I-I do,” you smiled as the tips of your ears burned at his gentle smile. You glanced around both of your shoulders before leaning in. Hobie tilted his head towards you. "The news can say all they want, but I think he's doing all of us right by taking on those V.E.N.O.M. bastards," you whispered as you cupped your hand against his ear. Hobie straightened his posture a little, a genuine smile crossing his features.

"I'm glad you see him that way," he said. The man next to you paused. "You're not just sayin' that 'cause he's cute, right?" Hobie wiggled his brows. Your breath hitched.

"Well...nobody knows what he looks like behind the mask," you muttered as your cheeks warmed. Hobie chuckled. The loud, screeching sound of one of the whistles blowing drew your attention back to the TV. You gasped as a fight broke out on the field, men pushing each other and screaming.

"Not much of a fan of football, if I'm bein' honest," Hobie suddenly piped up. You turned your head as you bit into one of the pizza rolls.

"Really?" you asked. He nodded as he drummed his fingers against the arm of your couch. You sucked in a sharp breath, your heartrate growing more irregular as you felt the words stick to your tongue. "T-Then why'd you come over?" you asked. Hobie glanced over, the corners of his mouth turned up as he stared at you with a half-lidded gaze.

"I think we both know, love," he said. Your eyes widened a little as you squeezed your hands.

“H-Hobie,” you murmured. He hummed, his brown eyes now lingering on your lips. You took a deep breath as you curled your hands around the bottom of your sweater. “I-I was wondering if maybe you and I could…you know…” your voice trailed off as you played with your top. Hobie slung an arm over the back of the couch. You gasped when he cupped his other hand beneath your chin and tilted your head up.

“(Y/N)…are you askin' me out on a date?” he grinned ear to ear. It felt like your soul shot out of your body as your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. Was it really that obvious?! “I mean, yeah,” Hobie said nonchalantly. Your whole body felt like it was being consumed by a raging fire. Did you just say that out loud?! You swallowed thickly.

“I-I…yeah,” you said with a small sense of defeat in your voice. Hobie hummed before smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing over yours.

“You’re so sweet,” he said in a husky whisper. You parted your lips as your chest rose and fell.

“S-So is that a yes?” you asked. Hobie chuckled before nodding, his warm hands coating you like sunlight as he leaned even closer.

“Yes,” he breathed. "But if I'm bein' honest, I thought we were already on one,” Hobie smirked.

Before you could even think to stop, you rushed forward and closed the gap between the two of you. Hobie was unflinchingly calm as your mouths met. You were so hesitant at first, just barely pushing your lips against his. The couch creaked beneath you as you slowly but surely leaned in more, your hands falling against his sharp shoulders. Your mouths danced together in a heated, passionate kiss. Shivers ran through you as the cold metal of his lip piercing brushed against your bottom lip. You pulled back for air, your mind fuzzy as you gazed into his engorged pupils.

“That was…incredible,” you breathed. Hobie cracked a grin as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

“I could show you somethin’ even better,” he rumbled into your ear. You gasped and squeezed his shoulders, your core fluttering at the thought of him spreading you wide open. “That alright, love?” Hobie asked. You quickly nodded your head, drawing another deep chuckle from him. “You wanna do it here or somewhere else?” he piqued. You bit your lip and squeezed your thick thighs together.

“U-Um, here would be fine,” you breathed. He hummed.

“You sure?” he asked. You nodded as you dipped your head into the crook of his shoulder.

“Please, Hobie. I-I need you,” you pleaded as you rocked your hips forward. He sucked in a sharp breath as his hands fell to your love handles.

“I’ve got you, doll,” he drawled. You heard the sound of the game switch off before his lips were dancing over your neck. You whined as he puckered his mouth over your pulse, the suction drawing a soft moan from between your lips. The tension in your core only grew as he trailed his kisses down to the space where your neck and clavicle met. “Do you want to keep goin’?” he asked softly. You gulped as his hands gently kneaded the supple flesh of your waist, his hot breath coating over your exposed skin.

“Y-Yes,” you breathed as your body trembled beneath his touch. A deep rumble rose from his chest as he slid his fingers over the button of your jeans. You bit your lip as you felt his hand rub over your puffy belly.

“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” he lilted as if reading your mind. You shoved your face further into his shoulder.

“H-Hobie,” you stuttered. You squeaked when he undid your button.

“It’s true. Wasn’t sure how I managed to not be a stammerin’ idiot first time I saw you,” he murmured. Your heart skipped a beat as he grabbed your zipper and pulled down, the sound echoing on repeat inside your mind. “You were wearin’ that cute plaid skirt with the white top,” he breathed as he brushed his fingers over your panties. You keened as he curled his middle digit against your clothed clit, rubbing small circles around the sensitive bud. “Your hair was messy, but I loved that about you. Like you didn’t give a fuck about what others thought about how you looked,” he breathed as he dipped his hand a little lower.

“I-I just ran out of hairspray that day,” you squeaked. Hobie paused.

“Or you ran out of hairspray that day,” he repeated with a shrug. You giggled and peeked up from his shoulder. The warmth in his eyes made your heart swell as you leaned back.

“Hobie…” your voice trailed off as you rubbed your hands over his chest. The man kept still as you traced your fingers down his lanky frame, eventually pausing over his studded belt. Your mind raced when you saw a prominent bulge twitch beneath his ripped jeans. You gasped when he planted a lingering kiss against your cheek.

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl,” he murmured as he kept applying pressure over your covered sex. You shuddered.

“I-I want you to finger me…please,” you moaned. Hobie cooed before slipping his hand beneath your pink underwear. A soft cry escaped you as he slid his fingers up and down your juicy slit, the pads of his digits playing with your puffy folds.

“Mmm, love those pretty little sounds you’re makin’,” Hobie said lowly. Your clit throbbed as he smoothed his thumb over the sensitive flesh. Your mouths found each other again as you slowly sank into the couch cushions. Hobie hovered on top of you, his deft fingers spreading your slick labia apart as he playing with your clit. You panted when he leaned back before smashing his lips against yours, this kiss more sloppy and heated as he barely slid one of his fingers inside your needy entrance.

“Mmph!” you keened into his mouth as he deliciously teased your gummy walls with his long digit.

“You like that, lovie?” he whispered as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of your pulsing hole. You nodded, your breath stuttering as he curled his finger deep inside your cunt, gently stroking over your g-spot.

“Y-Yes,” you gulped as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hobie sighed as he kissed along your jaw. Pleasure trickled to every part of your tingling body as he continued to massage your bundle of nerves while thrusting his index finger inside your dripping, squelching sex.

Your eyes shot open when he added another digit, spreading your cunt wide open with a mind-numbing stretch. Hobie groaned as he scissored his fingers in your pulsing cunt, the tips of his long digits nearly reaching your cervix. Your eyes became glossy as he rubbed around your clit with quick, tender circles.

“Fuck, Hobie,” you cried as you threw your head back. Your wet pussy gripped his fingers as he thrusted them deeper with each stroke. You shivered as he kissed down the other side of your neck, decorating your skin with fresh, raw hickeys.

“Can’t wait to feel this perfect pussy grip around my cock,” he rasped into your ear. Your walls clenched around his slender digits as you moaned. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Hobie murmured while moving his thumb back and forth against your clit. Your eyes rolled back as he slid a third finger inside your tight hole, his digits spreading your weeping pussy wide open.

“O-Oh my God,” you gasped with wide eyes. You gripped the back of his shirt, your thighs shaking at the feeling of fullness inside you. Your head spun as you felt your walls start to flutter around his three fingers. Each stroke was faster than the last, the burn of the stretch quickly melting into pure, spine-tingling pleasure.

“Gettin’ close, baby girl?” he drawled as he circled your clit in time with his thrusts. You nodded as you clawed at his back, spine arching as much as it could.

“Yes!” you cried as you tossed your head to the side. Hobie growled as he sucked hard against your neck, his fingers going into overdrive as he pumped them even harder. Your body jiggled as your breathing grew more ragged, warmth washing over you as the large knot suddenly snapped.

“Hobie!” you screamed as your hips snapped forward. Your vision turned completely white as your muscles clamped down on his fingers, your body shaking with bliss as you babbled nonsensically. “Holy fuck, H-Hobie!” you mewled as you felt all the air get sucked out of your lungs.

He continued to push his fingers inside you, his other hand brushing over your hair as he whispered praises into your ear. It felt like an eternity before you finally drifted down from your high, your body shaking as you basked in the afterglow of your euphoria. You slowly opened your eyes to see him looking down at you with a soft, hazy gaze.

"How're you feelin'?" he asked. Your breathing began to calm as you continued to stare into each others eyes.

"G-Good, really good," you panted. Hobie grinned.

"Good," he said as he pecked your cheek. You whimpered when he slipped away, only to feel spit pool in your mouth as he pulled his pants and boxers down. You moaned quietly as his cock sprang free and slapped against his shirt, precum smearing over the dark fabric. You propped yourself up on your forearms as you watched him glide his slick-covered hand over his shaft. Chills ran down your spine when you caught a glimpse of a small, round piercing shining beneath the dim light of your lamp.

"You good to keep goin'?" Hobie muttered as he slid his thumb across his juicy slit. You nodded as you clenched your thighs.

"Y-Yeah, just gimme a second," you breathed as you pushed yourself up. You pulled your shirt over your head, your breasts bouncing down and jiggling as you tossed it aside. Hobie groaned as he shuffled over, his hand latched onto the clasp of your bra.

"Let me help you with that," he husked. Your breath hitched as you nodded, turning your back a little for him. Hobie hummed as he unclasped your bra, the piece falling into your lap as your nipples hardened against the chilly air. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath as he slid his hand down your back, his calloused fingers caressing over a few of your plump rolls. You sighed and arched your spine as goosebumps broke out across your exposed skin. Soon your all's clothes were spread out across the floor. Your pussy clenched as you watched him starting to open a small, square packet with his teeth.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill," you said. Hobie paused.

"You sure?" he asked. You nodded and opened your right leg a little more.

"I'm sure, Hobie," you murmured softly. The man above you grinned as he tossed the packet aside before lining his cock to your entrance. You groaned as he smeared his tip over the rim of your tight entrance, collecting your slick juices. He sighed above you as he rested a hand on you hip. "You comfortable with me takin' you like this?" Hobie husked against your ear. Your bones turned to jelly as you thought of him thrusting his cock into you, his hands kneading your asscheeks wide open as you moaned his name.

"A-Actually, could you fuck me from...behind?" you squeaked and dipped your head into his shoulder again. Hobie chuckled softly before he slid both of his hands to your hips.

"Fuck yes," he rasped. You flipped yourself onto your stomach, your breast and belly pressed against the couch as he rubbed his rough, calloused palms over the globes of your round bum. "Christ, you have such a perfect arse," Hobie growled as he squeezed your supple flesh. You gasped and gripped the pillow in front of you as the burning tip of his dick kissed your hole. A low, guttural growl slipped from Hobie's lips as he slowly sank inside, stretching your entrance wide open on his thick length.

"Ah!" you mewled as you felt the ball of his piercing caress your walls, the round surface a foreign yet delicious feeling.

"Feelin' okay?" Hobie puffed, his brows furrowed in concentration. You nodded, your breathing ragged as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. Warmth flooded your core with each inch he sank into you, his decorated cockhead sending pulses of pleasure through your body. Both of you shivered when he finally sheathed his whole member inside you, his plump balls resting against your engorged clit. "Doin' such a good job, baby. Takin' my cock so well," he murmured as he smoothed his hands over your love handles. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his piercing rub against your cervix.

"Hobie, please," you choked as you rubbed your ass against his abs. He hummed as he gripped your waist.

"I got you, lovie," he reassured you as he slowly slid his cock half-way out. You moaned when he pushed it back in, his long, veiny shaft dragging along your slick walls. "Oh, fuck," he grunted as he rocked his hips at a steady pace. You moaned as you felt yourself being spread open with every thrust, your walls hugging and drenching his shaft with your arousal.

Your fingers dug into the pillow as you felt his balls tap against your bundle of nerves, your core sparking with pure bliss. The room was flipped with the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin, your pants and moans filtering through the air.

"Feelin' so good, tight little pussy wrapped around me so perfect-fuck," Hobie rasped as his nails dug into your sides. You cried out when he brushed over your g-spot, stars bursting across your vision as your legs shook. Hobie grunted as he started to pick up the pace, your cheeks clapping against his lower stomach as he thrusted into your weeping cunt.

"Mmm," you mewled as you bounced your ass a little higher, his testicles now slapping wetly against your puffy nub.

"You like it when I hit it from behind?" Hobie snarled. You nodded as the muscles in your lower belly starting to wind into a tight knot once more.

"Y-Yes," you slurred, tossing your head to the side as your whole body shifted with every push of his hips. Hobie grunted, his voice thick and heavy with lust as he pounded into your needy hole. You gasped when you felt him lay a few quick, light slaps against your left cheek.

"God, love how this pretty arse bounces...how your whole perfect body just moves while I fuck you," he moaned. You felt your voice get trapped in your throat as you stiffened.

"H-Hobieee," you rasped as your jaw went slack. Hobie hissed between gritted teeth as your cunt convulsed around his cock, sucking him in deeper as he shallowly thrusted into you.

"Yeah that's it-soak my cock, sweet girl," he breathed as he held your asscheeks apart. Your hole puckered around his girth as you shivered, your hips shifting back on their own as Hobie fucked you through your second climax. Your white cream oozed and bubbled onto his dick and dripped down your thighs. You whimpered as your muscles contracted for the last time. You gasped when Hobie pushed himself all the way inside.

"Almost there, love. Could you hang on for just a bit longer?" he drawled. You peeked behind your shoulder and blushed when you saw his hips flush against your rear.

"Y-Yeah," you sighed. You screamed and clawed at the pillow as he pistoned his cock deep inside your cunt. Hot tears of pleasure spilling past the corners of your eyes as tendrils of overstimulation reached into every corner of your trembling form. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he panted, his thrusts growing more sloppy as he parted your gummy walls over and over again. You gasped when his hot breath fell over your shoulder, his body splayed over yours as he nibbled on your flesh.

"Fuck, g-gonna cum," Hobie growled.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out.

Hobie moaned against your shoulder as he snapped his hips forward one last time, his body stiffening above you. You keened as you felt his dick throb and pulse, his thick, heady cum soaking your walls. Your face twisted with pleasure as you felt him fill you to the brim, drops of his spend dripping out of your wet sex as he kept his cock snug against your cervix. You felt like every nerve ending inside you consumed with euphoria, your mind clouded with intoxicating rapture. Hobie puffed against your skin before kissing the wet spot on your shoulder, his hands smoothing up and down your sides.

"So, so good, baby girl," he praised, his softening cock twitching a little. You caught your breath and licked your lips.

"You...you were amazing," you panted. Hobie grinned as he kissed your shoulder again, letting his warm lips linger for just a bit longer this time. Your eyelids suddenly grew very heavy, your bones reduced to jelly as you shivered. Hobie cooed as he rubbed your love handles.

"Get some rest, love," he murmured, the last thing you remembered before drifting into a deep slumber.

••••

You woke up the next morning to the smell of eggs frying in the pan. You cracked your eyes open, your body the most relaxed it's ever been as you turned on your side. Your eyes softened when you saw Hobie standing at your stove. He turned when he heard the couch creak.

"Mornin'," he drawled.

"Good morning," you yawned and stretched your arms above your head. You glanced down and gave a puzzled look at the blanket draped over your naked form.

"You looked cold after I got up to make some eggs," Hobie said, his back turned to you (seriously, was he psychic or something?). You blushed and searched around for your panties and sweater.

"Thank you," you said sheepishly as you pulled your underwear over your thick thighs.

"Welcome," Hobie replied as he flipped the burner off on your stove. You tugged your sweater over your head, the soft fabric soothing over your goose-bump ridden skin as you padded over to your small kitchen table. The sun was just hanging over the skyline of London as you slid into one of your chairs.

"Here you go," he winked as he slid the eggs onto the plate in front of you. You smiled.

"You're so sweet, Hobie," you flushed. Hobie paused, his body stiffening as he waved his hand.

"Nah, just figured you'd be hungry after last night," he shrugged as he scratched the side of his face. You raised a brow and hummed "mhm". Hobie smirked and rolled his eyes before padding over to the sink. You frowned as he rinsed out the pan.

"You're not gonna eat?" you asked. Hobie shook his head.

"Need to head to work in a bit," he sighed. Your heart sank as you stared down at your plate.

"Oh," you murmured while poking at your food. You heard his heavy boots approach you before he placed a hand over yours. You glanced up.

"I should be free tomorrow night if you're game," he smiled. Your eyes lit up as you shifted in your chair.

"I'd love that," you grinned ear to ear.

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[rieadiary]

PAPAS PIZZERIA

injured!seunghan x femworker!reader

summary ; wherein seunghan has a broken arm and needs your help with a problem of his.

warnings ; blowjobs, oral ( m.reciving ), subby seunghan, toxic masculinity, dom!reader, minors dni

You were working hard on your last couple of hours on your shift. It was Thursday and that was technically you’re Friday, your off day and there was nothing you wanted more than to just finish, close, and then go home and rest.

Until the door dinged and you sighed seeing a group of boys walk in talking loudly amongst themselves.

You sighed. “Welcome to Pizza Hut how can I help you?” You plastered a artificial smile on your face, ignoring seunghan since that was the only boy you knew. Seunghan stepped up, “I thought you were supposed to say how can I jingle your bells this Christmas?” Seunghan said very serious, his friends laughing at his lame attempt of a joke.

“It’s the eleventh of December, Christmas isn’t here yet” you said dryly, glaring dead into seunghan’s eyes who smirked at you, smugly looking away from you. “Now, are you guys gonna order or just stand there until we close?” You asked now growing impatient as the boys stood very complacent amongst each other.

“Yeah. We’ll order,” one of seunghan’s friends joked, walking close to you, “I’ll order whatever will make you take your clothes off for me” the friend said loudly and whilst the others in the group laughed seunghan didn’t find his comment funny, he rolled his eyes “chill bro, don’t be disrespectful” seunghan brushed away from them, going back to order.

“Yeah um just two pepperoni pizza’s” he said as his friends kept making jokes, laughing loudly at you who just wanted to go home and watch coryxkenshin until you fell asleep.

“Mhm, that’ll be 13.43” you said as he handed you his card, his eyes watching your every move. You gave him his card back and contorted your face seeing him stare at you, raising an eyebrow at him, “is.. that all? Did you want a drink or something?” You ask and he snapped out of the gaze, shaking his head no.

You gave him his receipt and walked off to tell your co-workers about their meal.

—

It had been a couple minutes and you were in the hallway on your phone, browsing on social media since your shift was practically over and that last order was the last one before you could go home for the day.

“Hey” seunghan walked up to you and you glanced up at him now seeing his cast on his arm, multiple writings and drawings on it that drew your attention to it. “What happened to your cast? I didn’t even see it at the register..” you said holding his arm, you looked at him to see why he didn’t answer and he avoided your eyes, staring at the floor awkwardly.

“Hello? You can’t hear now?” You said looking at what he was looking at- which was absolutely nothing. Seunghan sighed, “okay so- this is really weird to ask since we’re like study buddies but I’m hard right now and I can’t- you know” he says to you and you resist the urge to laugh, staring at him in utter shock.

“You can’t- oh- you’re serious?” You burst out laughing, dropping his arm out of your hold to cover your face from laughing too hard. “You think I’m gonna help you get off? Seriously?” You said in more laughter and astonishment, while seunghan didn’t find anything funny, he was hard and he only used his right hand to jerk himself off, he couldn’t do that now and it was haunting him.

“Please..” seunghan begged, his voice sounded different then it has ever sounded. It had even made your laughter die down. His begging had almost awakened something in you, something you wouldn’t dare speak about to others but for this moment of time, seunghan was making you think about it.

You stared down at his black sweatpants and immediately saw his bulge, your eyes went back up to his and you smirked, grabbing his erect tightly. Seunghan gasped in shock, his hand going to yours in some attempt to grab his control back onto the situation. “Why should I help you?” You ask while moving your hand to palm him slowly,

Seunghan leaned his head on the wall, his eyes glued shut and his mind already turned into mush. “P-Please.. I need to-” he tried to say but you started moving your hand quicker now, sliding his sweats down and smirking deeper when you realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Need to what? You need to cum?” You taunted, fully wrapping your hands around him as he made pretty sounds, begging for more, begging for release.

“Wait, y/n I’m about to-” seunghan bucked into your hand, you reached your hand around his mouth as he was too loud, his moans echoing off the walls as he finished on your hand.

You smirked at seunghan who was coming back to reality now, panting heavily as he avoided your eyes. “Don’t tell anyone about this” his voice was low, quiet as if it was dangerous for him to raise it and it brought you to a chuckle, shaking your head.

“What? Scared I’m gonna tell your little friends?”

Seunghan rolled his eyes, getting you a paper towel from the kitchen. “I’m not scared of them”

“Oh? Really? So if I tell them right now you wouldn’t be mad at me?” You dated watching him shrug. You walked over to the opening and opened your mouth to call them over and seunghan rushed over to you, covering your mouth instantly. “Chill out.. there’s no need for all that”

“Alright then, thought so” you said walking past him to wash your hands and clock out.

Seunghan walked over to his friends table and they stared at him with a grin, “so? You get some of that girl?” One of his friends asked with a smirk, seunghan sat down and shrugged acting nonchalant, “no clue what you’re on about but okay”

“Bruh, we heard her moaning.. begging and whimpering. You not slick” another one of his friends added on and seunghan almost choked, chills running down his spine. Is that how he sounded? He was sure he sounded more manly than what his friends were implying.

“Must’ve heard someone else” seunghan lied as his friends all took the bait, shrugging as they changed the subject.

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Girl next door: Nika Mühi story

Chapter five

Micaellas POV

Nika asks if that is good and I hand her one for her to try. She takes it with her mouth and I watch her with a blush on my face. She winks at me and I blush and I snuggle deeply into her side. She giggles and she says you're beautiful. I blush and say thank you so are you and ice says hey stop hogging our momma. She says I'm not hogging, I'm cuddling with her. Ice moves closer and hugs me and says my momma. Nika smirks and says no she’s mine. Ines takes my trash and kisses my head and she puts it in the trash can and ice flops herself on my side and I giggled and rubbed her back. Nika and Paige both shake their heads at her. Ice sticks her tongue out at them and everyone laughs and I move to grab the remote. Ice starts to pout at us and I put on a Disney movie and I bring ice back into my side and I start rubbing her back. Ice snuggles into my chest and I smile and I lean into Nika and I can feel my heart pounding. They all ask what are we watching and I say coco it’s a Disney movie.

They all say ah okay and I say it’s okay if you all want to watch something else. They all yell no we want to watch it and I laughed and said okay and I gently moved my ass back on Nika to get more comfortable in her hold. She gently rubs my back and I smile at her and I look up at her and I say what have you and my mom been talking about. Nika says about how she’s excited for us to come see her and I smile and say yeah I think she’ll love you all. They all say we can’t wait and I smile and I snuggle into both ice and Nika. we all watch the movie until we start to get hungry. I then get up and takes my kids orders and I order three different pizzas with wings and mozzarella sticks. They all watch me place the order and I turn on get it sexy and I start twerking after I place the order. The kids all start to get embarrassed and nika blushes. I laughed and said, "Momma gots some moves. They all say yes you do and i giggle and ice decides to dance too and we end up having a dance party. Nika films us dancing and after a while of dancing I hear a knock on the door and I walk over and I open it.

I see the pizza delivery person standing there. I smile and say oh hi that was fast and i grab my wallet and I hand her my card and she takes it and she uses her card machine and she hands me the receipt after checking me out and she says you are absolutely beautiful like damn and i blush and say aww thanks not realizing that she’s flirting with me. Nika looks over, getting all jealous and I grab the food and thank her and she says no problem gorgeous and then she shuts the door and I put the food on the table. The girls all run over to the table.

I giggled and grabbed the plastic plates and I filled up their plates and I served them their dinner with a kiss on the forehead. They all say thanks momma and nika says thank you beautiful. I smile and say you're welcome my darling girls and I get them their drinks and then I make my plate. We all sat down on the couch and we all started eating our food and once we finished eating I started to clean up.

They all say we are now stuffed and I say that’s good girls now one more movie? They all say yes yes and I smile and hand the remote to kk and I finish up cleaning. She chooses a movie and the kids all say Mama hurry up. I say I’m coming and I walk over and sit on the couch. The movie then starts and we then decide to turn off the lights. I lean on Nika and I feel her typing away on her phone and I move away and I lean into Ice. Ice looks over at nika and she glares at her. I whisper, fix your face and watch the movie. She says okay and I continue to watch the movie completely ignoring Nika now. Nika looks over all confused and ice looks over and says go back to your phone.

Nika looks down and goes back on her phone and I sigh softly and I put my head on ices chest. Ice rubs my back and all the kids all cuddle up to me. I hold them close to me with a smile and I say kk do you actually like this movie. She says it's alright and i giggle and say okay let’s go get some sleep now silly. Nika and paige both get up and say well we are off. I nodded and gets up to hug Paige and Nika good night. They both hug me and nika kisses my head. I pull away and leads them out and I say good night you two .

[eggfruitart]

Robot Pizza Party is back at it again for another year of Robot Pizza Progress! :D My friends in the Pizza Party are doing it with me and I hope to see more of our party join in! The friends are: @goat-slice-art @inhumanrobot Goat's Post - Dero's Post INFORMATION:

If you purchase an ESIM (from https://gazaesims.com/) and send a screenshot of the receipt to n.b.BusinessAcc0unt@gmail.com (the 0 is a zero), or @eggfruitart I'll whip you up a Valentine's Day Card!

All cards will be postcard sized i.e. 420 x 283 px or 5.83 x 3.94 in

3. Give me your color pallet, the To and From, the message (if applicable), and the bg! Gerry chose a pattern for the bg but I'll also accept a .png or .jpg image of your choice.

Pallets are limited to 5 colors max!

4. Be patient! And then receive something like THIS:

5. If Valentine's day is over, you can still get one of these as a regular postcard! Or you could get an out of season Valentine's card. I won't judge.

[fandomout]

Idk if you take requests right now but this one is for Carl Gallagher:

Y/N gets beaten up by her Dad. That’s why she stayed at Carls house. At first they’re just good friends but after a while they fell in love with each other and Carl gets more and more protective about Y/N.

Warning-Abuse, Domestic Violence

Carl X Reader - Carl will protect you at all costs

This one is a little longer. Sorry for the wait. Also, those who have requested I am already starting to work on those. Don't worry, I will get those out eventually.

Although it was any other day, Y/N was usually safe when it was time to eat. Well, she thought she was.

Her dad ordered pizza and called her to come down to the kitchen. She was quick to pick up a slice and was about to start eating when her dad banged his hands down on the table. Y/N jumped up and stood on her feet. 

“Y/N, they forgot our fucking bread sticks!”

“Dad, I-”

“I should get what I paid for! Call them back!”

“I don’t think they’ll come back even if they had them at all.” 

Her dad looked at his receipt before throwing the phone at her, and it hit her chest, and he stated, “Call them back. I’ll have what I ordered.” She nodded and replied, “I-Okay.” 

As she was on the phone, she was quick to understand that her dad wasn’t going to get everything he wanted that day. Y/N put down the phone with a shaky hand. She’s about to make a break for it until there’s her dad’s right hook coming her way. It was something she never really got used to; however, something was different that night as she saw her dad coming back around. Instead of running or taking it like usual, she found none other than Carl's movements and voice in her head as she instivielvy shot her leg out to kick him, which knocked him back. Her legs moved before her thoughts could because her body knew to get out of there. 

Although out of danger, she was struggling to feel alright as she made her way to Carl’s house; however, she doubted Carl would want to talk to her anyway. They’ve been some distance apart from each other due to her father. Her dad didn’t like Carl around her, and she was keeping her distance to get in the good graces of her father, so he’d let her go out again. Regardless, she only felt safe to go to one place. 

Carl opened the door, and her face came into the light. A bruise formed on her cheek. 

She admitted, “Carl-I-I’m sorry I haven’t been seeing you. I don’t even know if you want to see me right now?”

“Who the fuck did that?!” It’s his initial reaction, but he notices her step back from him; it caused him to calm himself. The next time he speaks, he softly says, “Sorry.” She nods at him. “I don’t care about that alright. You're hurt. Come inside.”

When they get inside, they get to Carl’s room. Carl wraps as many blankets as he can find around her as it was a cold and dark night by then. 

Suddenly, he notes,“So, this is why you’ve been avoiding me.” “Avoiding? No…umm, my Dad wouldn’t let me see you.”

“What is that fuckery? I have never done anything to him or you.” Y/N can’t help laughing at the words, but she is quick to try and cover it up with her hand. He removes her hand and admits, “Hey, you never have to hide yourself from me in any way. Now, who did this? Not going to lie to you. When I find them, I’m powning some ass.”

”Carl, just leave it.”

“You shouldn't have to. The other person didn’t leave it.”

“It was my Dad...”

“So, he doens’t get a fucking pass.”

“No-I-Just…” She stops speaking, not knowing what to say. It hurts him to see her holding back from him so much and says, “I’m sorry. Look, I can leave it for now. Do you want me to go to your house for some clothes? I’m letting you stay here as long as you need alright.”

“You’re really going to let me stay here? Just like that?”

“Don’t ask dumb questions. You're my best friend.”

“I-Right. For now, I’m good. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Hungry?”

“Not really?” Her stomach protested her words right after. 

“Y/N…”

“I’m just digesting.”

“Am I going to have to shove the pizza I’m going to order down your throat?”

“Carl.”

“Y/N.” He copied as they whined; then, they both laughed out.

“Fine. I’ll let you eat. You better know my order.”

“Yeah.yeah.”

After eating, the sleepiness hit, and she couldn’t help yawn. Carl handed her the biggest shirt she’d ever seen.

She quickly asked, “What is this?”

“I want you to be comfortable.”

“I-Thanks.”

“No problem. I’ll let you change.” Carl stepped out of the room. They sat in the room feeling out of place like it was the first time. Y/N sighed before quickly changing into the long over sized shirt. Carl knocked on the door hollering, “You done?”

“Yeah.” He came in and handed her a toothbrush before saying, “You lucky that was the last one.” Y/N nods and brushes their teeth before heading back into the room.

Immediately, Carl voiced, “Now, pick a side of the bed.” Y/N choose the wall as it would be less bothersome for him. Surprisingly, even after the night she had, she was able to find sleep. 

Some time during the night, she turned toward Carl and ended up grabbing on his shirt roughly, which woke him up. He looked over to see her breathing heavy with a grimace on her face. He shook her awake, and she jolted into a sitting position. He grabbed her shoulder and cooed, “It’s okay.”

“But…My dad…” He patted her hair softly and slowly coaxed her into laying back down with him. Her breathing slowly slowly, and he commented, “Y/N, I won't let him hurt you ever again. If I can help it, you wont get hurt again.” At the time, they didn’t realize how far he took those words.

Y/N had stayed there for a good while after that. They’d already gotten their clothes from their house with the help of Carl and his family.

Then, Y/N was quickly to find an okay job, and Carl would watch over them there. In fact, he looked after Y/N just about everywhere they went. Y/N had noticed it, but it went too far one day at school. 

As it was, it seemed Carl wouldn't let any boys near Y/N. However, one day Carl was called to the office towards the end of class, and Y/N was left waiting in the halls for him. Y/N was sitting on the bench near the office when someone sat next to them. Y/N looked to see it was just a boy in one of their classes. He smiled at Y/N, and Y/N gave one back.

He spoke out to say, “Y/N, right?”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“I just realized I can’t help looking at you in class.”

Y/N gave him a weird look and answered, “Okay?”

“You’re pretty good looking. Are you dating anyone?”

”I do not, but-” 

She couldn't help thinking of Carl. Even if they could never be, she can’t just date when her heart isn’t in it.”

“Would you like to go on a date? I can make it worth your while.” His hand just touches a strand of her hair before Carl tackles him to the ground. Carl’s fist raising and hitting him in the face. Y/N left dumbfounded, but she was quick to pull Carl roughly off of the guy and dragged him outside the building before he got into even more trouble. 

Y/N shoved him all the way to the back of the school building. 

“Carl, what the hell?”

“What do you mean!? He puts his hands on you!”

“He touched like one piece of my hair, and you went psycho over that.”

“I’m just protecting you!”

“Well stop!” He was taken aback by the tone. Y/N closed their eyes before muttering, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just mad…not at you…at me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t mean to do this. I’m sorry.”

“Do what?”

“Burden you like this.”

“What?”

“Now, you're constantly worrying about me.”

“Don’t apologize. I just want you to be okay, and I mean by all means necessary.”

“Carl, you don’t have to. I am really grateful for these past few months. I’ve felt so free and safe, which is why I’m able to admit that I can’t do this to you anymore and I’m going.” Y/N goes to walk away, but Carl goes right in front of them.

“I do have to. I have a duty as your friend but now the stakes are even higher because…I like you know…actually I love you.” He grabbed their cheek gently and leaned in before pecking their lips. Softly, he said, “I know I’ve been really protective lately. I couldn’t help it. I made you a promise to make sure you weren’t hurt again...”

“Carl-”

“I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with, but you’ve stayed there at my side. How could I not have gotten these feelings sooner? Either way, the feelings are here now. I don’t want to keep creeps away from you as friends anymore. I want to care for you deeper, but I just don’t know if you want that.”

“Carl…I love you too. I just didn’t think you felt the same way.” 

“Well, it’s settled. You're not going anywhere, and we can be together…Right?”

“Right.” He smiled widely before pulling Y/N into a firm hug. Y/N's hand touching his hair. He gave them a small space before they kissed again; however, Y/N were able to put their all this time as they kissed back.

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