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teacupwrites · 7 months

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Vees with a Android Reader

Valentino

Valentino had plenty of servants around, such as Kitty

So he didn’t really need another little assistant

But what he did need was a maid

And Valentino isn’t the biggest fan of actual demons that can make mistakes, so he just went out and bought a cleaning android

You were pretty small, about 4’11 and came with a little maid dress and a feather duster

When Valentino first powered you on, he expected a cute little robot who’d follow his orders and not say a word

But you weren’t normal- far from it actually

The Moth Overlord was greeted with a bubbly little maid who would follow him around like a lost puppy whenever you weren’t deep cleaning the place like a maniac

You were eccentric, though obedient and that was what he mostly cared about

Vox nearly had a heart attack when he first met you as you immediately jumped up onto him to clean some dust upon his flat face

Whenever Vox was gone, and Valentino didn’t have anyone to rant to, he would always make a mess of his quarters whilst screaming his frustrations out to you as you quickly cleaned up his trash

Slowly but surely, Valentino grew fond of you, and even would gift you in new clothes or cleaning supplies whenever he was feeling charitable

He treats you better than his other employees, but he also thinks less of you, like you are an Imp or something like that, but he still likes you

“Darling I’m pretty sure that it’s clean,” he protested, looking down at your skittering figure as you darted from place to place in an attempt to keep everything tidy.

He was elegantly perched on his couch, holding up a drink Kitty had brought over earlier, watching in amusement as you dashed around in a panic. There was a party happening, and you were eager to make sure everything looked nice

“No it isn’t!” you called back, snatching an empty glass and quickly stuffing it into the dishwasher. “Everything’s so dirty!” You crawled around with such speeds that Valentino might have mistaken you for a little bug, which was actually one of his many nicknames for you

“Whatever you say, ladybug,”

Velvette

Long story short, Velvette was running out of patience

She needed models to advertise, and all of them kept dying or were just outright ugly in the outfits she provided

After complaining to Vox for forever, he suggested that she buy a model bot

With some convincing, she actually listened, and went out and purchased one, which happened to be you

Though you were bland, so before powering you on she was quick to pazazz and doll you up

And when you did wake up, and did as your manual said, she was pleased

For once, Velvette was nice to someone, and it was a little robot who was constantly pasted onto billboards, commercials, and magazines all dressed in her products

She was chill with you, and you weren’t complaining about free makeup, perfume and clothing

The only thing was that she was very controlling, and liked to have you as her arm candy basically wherever she went

But it was nice to almost never be on the receiving end of her Cockney accent and British slang

Not many people knew your name outside of the V tower, so people online nicknamed you Dolly,

You didn’t really have a name actually, but Velvette enjoyed calling you things like: ‘Sweetheart’ “Dollface’ and ‘Sugar’

And very…very rarely, she will sometimes listen to your opinions, things you picked up on when working with her

“Ugh! All of this is trash!” Velvette snapped, stomping with a deep glare at the line up of demons who had crafted the clothing you were dressed up in.

They all winced underneath her sharp and furious gaze, recoiling away from her quippy and sassy comments as she scolded the people. Meanwhile, you glanced over at something on the pile of clothing.

“Velvette?” you called, making her whip over to glare at you, to which you shyly pointed over to a black and hot pink crop top that sat atop the pile. “What if I matched that with the skirt?”

She seemed skeptical, but with a snap of your fingers, your sleeveless turtleneck was replaced by the crop top, which magically seemed to match the boots and the fitted skirt you wore

Never before had you seen Velvette so surprised before.

“Sweetheart you’re a genius!” she chirped, her frown switching to a bright smile in a second. Velvette then darted over to you, grabbing you by the side and pulling you into a side hug. “Alright- we’re gonna go get you some upgrades today just because of how smart you are.”

Vox

Vox is a lot different from the others simply because he had built you

Originally, you were going to be an assistant type of bot he was going to sell worldwide, with secret cameras in your optics so he could spy on more of Hell

But mistakes were made, and you, the first prototype, ended up adopting a personality he grew quick to enjoy

Though he did end up selling more advanced models like yourself, he kept you, the first

Instead, you were the main hostess of the News he kept up, as Vox was usually pretty busy

The people adored you, and Vox couldn’t just rid of you

Not that he’d want to- so he kept you

He was very attached to your original model, so you were usually denied when asking for upgrades to your system

Though sometimes, he would give you little things here and there

Switchable hands, Better cameras, cleaner plates, or better wiring

But Vox always refused when you asked for a different model

You would always stay in the same body, and he wasn’t backing out of that

He has a lot of nicknames up his sleeve, and enjoys your reactions when he brings in new ones

“Dearheart, Darling, Sugar, etc”

Overall, he’s probably the best to be owned by

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 6 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLFpggQp/ THIS WITH ETHAN LANDRY OH MY GOSH IM BARKINGGHGGG

I hope you like it💕

Bang It Out - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You buy a card game to play with Ethan. It's innocent at first, until you make it to the spicy ones.

Contains: A hint of angst, teasing, p in v

A/N: Just bought the presale tickets for one of my favorite bands and I'm INTERNALLY SCREAMING right now🥹

You were browsing online trying to find the perfect little date night ideas for you and Ethan. You felt like you’d done just about everything there was to do around campus, and you didn’t want to get bored with doing the same things over and over again. That’s when you came across this couple’s drinking game, where you’d have to choose if you wanted to drink or answer the questions on the cards. Some of the cards even had semi-sexual acts, which you didn’t tell your boyfriend about.

The game was innocent enough, at first. You were surprised that you both weren’t pulling any of the sexual cards, until your boyfriend started to smirk at you as you sat on the living room floor, across from each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me there were spicy questions?” he asked, as you faked shock. “What ever do you mean?” you questioned, as he chuckled and shook his head. “You’re going to love this one…,” he said, as you took a sip of your drink, trying to make your throat a little less dry before he told you want it said. “Rate my head game on a scale from one to ten.”

“Ten,” you said, without skipping a beat. Your quickness to answer made him laugh.

“Oh, it’s that good, huh?” he questioned, as you started to blush.

“You know what you’re doing,” you shrugged, trying to play it off. “My turn.”

You grabbed a card off the stack and started laughing to yourself as he stared you down, “Oh god. What is it?”

“You have to strip down to your boxers and run a lap around the apartment,” you said, letting some of your laughter out, “Or you could take two shots.”

“You’re just trying to get me drunk,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head. “I’ll give you a show if you want it.”

He pushed himself up off the floor and unbuttoned his jeans before slowly sliding the zipper down. His attempts at the fake seduction had you cracking up as he slid them down his hips and kicked his feet out.

“I think I would’ve rather seen you do this,” he said, before he started his jog around the interior of your apartment. You stealthily grabbed your phone off the floor beside you to record him, knowing that it’s something you’d get to laugh at later. “Hey!” he yelled once he made it back to the living room and noticed the phone in your hand. “Delete it.”

“Why would I do that?” you innocently asked, as he darted towards you. He had you pinned on the floor in seconds as you tried to hold your phone away from him, but he snatched it from your hands. “You’re so mean,” you sighed, as he deleted your video.

“It’s gone from your recently deleted, too. You’re not getting that back,” he laughed, handing your phone back to you. “Let’s see what embarrassing thing the cards have in store for you.” He crawled off you, as you let out a soft whine in protest. He eyed you curiously, realizing that him having you pinned down like that must’ve turned you on. “We have to finish the game, babe.”

“Fine,” you groaned, sitting back up. “Hopefully it’s nothing too bad.”

Ethan got settled on the floor again, still in his boxers as he grabbed the card from the top of the stack. “You’re definitely not doing this,” he said, laughing as he showed you the card.

“No fucking way. I’m not calling my parents and moaning your name,” you said, as he passed you the filled shot glass. “Looks like you get to drink, then.”

“Fuck,” you choked out, the alcohol burning as it went down your throat. “Why’d you choose tequila? We have a selection in the kitchen and this is what you decided on?”

“Hey, I thought this game was innocent. I didn’t think either one of us would actually be drinking,” he said, as you sat the shot glass back on the ground in front of you.

The next few cards that you got were very mild in comparison to the last few, some of them just being along the lines of feelings and little things you liked about each other. Then he read off a card that made your heart beat a little faster.

“Show me the last text an ex sent you,” he said, the smirk on his face dropping when he noticed how wide your eyes were. “Uh…has he still been trying to talk to you? I thought you blocked him?”

“It wasn’t a text…it was a DM,” you said, as he rolled his eyes and tried to reach for your phone. “It’s okay, I’ll show you. I just don’t want you to get mad…that’s why I didn’t tell you about it in the first place.”

“Well I’m a little mad if you’re keeping things from me,” he huffed, taking your phone from you once you pulled the message up. “Oh,” he said, rereading the message a few times. “Wait, was this when I went home with you for Christmas?” he asked, looking at you as you nodded. “How’s he going to say you’re dating a loser when he’s the one that couldn’t keep you?”

He started laughing to himself as you heard the keyboard on your phone clicking, your eyes getting wide all over again. “Ethan, what are you doing?” you asked, as he handed you your phone back.

You started to laugh a little as you read the DM he sent back.

You: Is he really a loser if I don’t have to fake my orgasms with him?

“Ethan, I can’t believe you just did that. It’s been months since he sent that to me,” you said, shaking your head as you locked your phone.

“He just needed to be put in his place,” he sighed, “It’s your turn, babe.”

You grabbed another card and started to blush as soon as you saw it. “Shit…okay. You either have to take a shot or clean my inner thigh with your tongue.”

“What am I cleaning off you?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “Wait, I know!” He jumped up and ran to the kitchen, coming back with a can of whipped cream in his hand. “Take your jeans off.”

You did as he said, relaxing back onto the floor to unbutton your jeans and shimmy them down your legs.

“I like this game,” he said, crawling towards you. He sprayed the whipped cream along your inner thigh, way more than you expected him to. He started to lick it off, his tongue swirling against you as he inched further up your thigh. Your bottom lip was in between your teeth, not wanting to let out any of the sounds that were building in your throat. “I like whipped cream better when I’m eating it off you,” he said, before pressing his tongue flatly against your thigh, licking the few spots he missed before he sat back up on his knees. “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, sitting back up. “I think we should wrap this up soon.”

“Just a few more cards, and we’ll stop,” he said, as you sighed out in relief.

“Thank god, I’m dying over here,” you said, the hint of desperation in your voice making Ethan laugh.

“Yeah, like the wet spot on your panties didn’t give that away,” he said, grabbing another card off the stack.

You were struggling to listen to him as he told you what the card said, especially once you noticed he was starting to get hard in his boxers.

“Babe, you listening?” he asked, “It says we have to look up sex positions and act out the first three that pop up.” You perked up at his words when he started to laugh at you, yet again. “We’re keeping our clothes on, though,” he paused, “Well, the clothes we still have on.”

“Ugh, this isn’t fair,” you groaned, as he felt the need to remind you, “You wanted to play this.”

He pulled out his phone and Googled sex poses, the smile on his face making you roll your eyes.

“What are they? And does it say how long we have to do it?” you asked, as he double-checked the card. “It doesn’t say, but maybe like, a minute each? That doesn’t seem like it’d be too much.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you sighed, “What are the positions?”

“Doggy,” he said, glancing over at you. He knew it was going to be literal torture for you for him to have you bent over like that. “Let’s do that one last,” he suggested, “Reverse Cowgirl, and Rocking Horse.”

“What the fuck is the Rocking Horse?” you asked, as you reached over to grab his phone out of his hands. “Oh…I want to try this one for real,” you said, looking at the position. “Which one do you want to start with?”

“Hmmm, reverse cowgirl?” he questioned, as you crawled over to him. “Lay back, if we don’t have actual sex soon, I’m going to lose it.”

He let out a soft chuckle as he laid back on the floor and you got into the position on top of him. You looked back at him to see him setting the timer on his phone.

“You’re good, babe, you can start,” he said, as you started to rock your hips a little. You almost got caught up in the slight friction your clit was getting before you remembered that you needed to act like you were bouncing on him. You felt him getting harder underneath you, his hands running over your hips and ass as you moved, until the timer went off.

“One down, two to go,” you mumbled, sliding off him.

“I need a minute,” he sighed, looking down at the tent in his boxers. You groaned out in frustration as you laid back on the floor. “You’re killing me!”

“So dramatic,” he mumbled as he sat up. “Come here, babe.” You did as he said, crawling over towards him. “Okay, so you sit in between my legs and face me, put your legs over my thighs,” he paused as you did as he said, “And then I just,” he slid his hands under your legs and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking into your eyes. He loved the closeness of the two of you just tangled up in each other.

“Don’t forget to set the timer,” you reminded him, your breathing getting heavier as the sexual tension got stronger.

“Right,” he said, pulling one of his hands away and fumbling with his phone.

He quickly slid his hand back to your hip as he started to pull you against him. His hooded eyes looked into yours as you moved with him, your pussy brushing against his erection every time. Once the timer went off, he didn’t want to stop. He held onto your hips a little harder before you had the chance to pull away.

“I think we should finish the game later,” he said, as you furiously nodded. “Let me take off my boxers. I want to fuck you like this.”

“No, we’re good like this,” you said, pulling his cock out of his boxers. “I need you so bad.”

“Then I’ll just move these to the side,” he said, adjusting your panties to give him easier access. He ran his fingers over your pussy, gasping when he felt how wet you were.

“Don’t tease me, I can’t take it,” you pleaded, as his hand went back to your hip to pull you closer.

Once he slid inside of you, he stilled as he stretched you out. You leaned forward, your hands going into his hair as you kissed him. It escalated to his tongue fighting with yours until he ultimately won the battle. Your hips started to move, the new position making it easy for him to go deep.

His mouth caught all your moans as you moved with him, the grip on his hair getting tighter with each thrust. You pulled back to catch your breath, his heavy panting and rosy cheeks making you smile.

You moved closer to press your still-clothed chest against his, as your hips rocked. “Shit,” you whimpered, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against the spongy spot inside you. Your sounds got louder as you felt that familiar feeling start to build deep in your tummy.

“I’m so close,” you whined, his hips snapping up even harder. “Look at me, babe,” he said, as you pulled back. “I wanna see your face when you cum.”

He watched your eyebrows knit together as your own thrusts met his half-way, your mouth falling open as your hands on his shoulders started to shake. He felt your pussy start to tighten around him as the euphoric feeling washed over you. He was trying so hard to fuck you through it, but you just kept squeezing him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, as his grip relaxed on your hips so he could pull out.

You watched his face through your fuzzy, post orgasm haze. His cum shot out, all over your inner thighs and panties.

He pulled you closer to him, not caring that he was covering himself in cum. He just wanted to be close to you as you both caught your breath.

“We never made it to that third position,” you mumbled against him as he started to laugh.

“There was no way it was happening. As soon as you were in this one, I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut #smut

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bear-remn · 2 months

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loved your shu headcanons!! i love how much thought you put into them <3 can’t wait for the laito version hehe

— laito headcanons!

hii, omg ty for enjoying this little series and liked my art! i really appreciatiate it!!

to begin with, i have a litle post as a warning for laito headcanons, bc for me, laito is one of the most complex and difficult characters to undertands, so he is so much more than a perverted character and a leg lover (anime laito is terrible guys 💀💀)

tw: this post contains nsfw (+18)!!! if you dont like that content dont read it!

his looks and selfcare

i think laito is a man that do care for his appearence, he ofc takes multiple showers in a week and loves to smell good, he often buy new perfumes with different scents just bc he loves it.

but unlike reiji, laito does not spend too much time doing skin care, he uses is good and never ending facial soap, its a bar of soap, a mint one. and about his hair, he also uses the same shampoo and conditioner, with argan and a little herb scent. laito loves cold showers, but quick, he is not a man to take his time, he is fast and dont waste time. mostly bc i belive laito dont really like being naked... alone.

i think laito do use sunscreen, bc he wants to have good skin as he ages (even if he is a vampire, let the man belive it).

and sometimes when laito is down i do belive he uses concealer to cover his eyebags, this doesnt happen often but has happened in the past.

something laito enjoy about getting ready is his hair, he uses dry repair creams, hair texturizer and hair oils to keep his ends healthy.

and as for clothes, i belive laito likes soft colors and not so saturated, but not pastel colors! maybe bc i also belive that colors affect his vision, like when people dont like to see neon colors in sports clothes, thats laito but not only with neon colors, he doesnt like too flashy and explosive colors. actually he loves the color blue.

i think laito is aware of how handsome he is, laito has a marked jaw, a slightly upturned nose and slanted eyes with a seductive and cautious gaze, but as well, his gaze can turn into a penetrating and deep one, making everyone tremble for how intense his eyes are, and not tremble in a good way, laito is scary.

i think laito also has pretty lips, but a little detail i like too, is that laito used to bite the skin of his lips in his early teen ages, giving himself tiny wounds. but Reiji always told him to use lip balm to heal these same wounds, although this only happened at certain times of the year, or sometimes when laito past through a stressful situation. over time he has been able to realize and apply his lip balm in time, leaving laitos lips with a slight shine always, it became a habit that he maintains, even if laito dont bite the skin of his lips anymore.

i also think that he instead of exercising, laito prefers to do another type of physical movement, such as walking or running, he does not like to lift weight to get muscle since he sees it illogical if he has inhuman strength, this gives him strong legs and calves of steel, he always shows his calves as a pride for himself. that also give him a lot of stamina not just for his body, but also his mind. running seems to be a perfect way to clear laito's mind. but that does'nt take away the wide shoulders, it runs in the family.

a little detail i like is that laito might have more moles in his body, like one in his hand, other in his neck, another one in his calves, and his back! but he doesnt get to see those.

and finally, unlike his olders brothers, shu and reiji, laito can grow a beard but he does'nt like it, he feels old.

random stuff

so, its no secret laito loves games, but i think laito does not like online or digital games, he is more into the classic, ofc its pool and darts, but he also likes board games, dice, marbles and everything related to something physical, does not have much interest in the digital world.

as a said before, laito loves perfumes, does not use the same one for a long time and constantly buys the last ones on the market to try them, not all of them are to his taste but he enjoys to collect them, he likes the flashy bottles.

and as a plus to laito, i think he is more romantic than you think, how so? he totally has a poetry noteboook where he writes every little pretty and romantic feelings laito has, i like to think he also do this with weird dreams so he can't forget them.

oh, and laito has a sensitive tongue, no reason for it, he can't tolerate spicy food or too sweet / salty, he hates it, reiji makes special food for him sometimes so he can enjoy his cooking as well. laito appreciates this.

and as i said before with shu, laito is such a goosip as well, but he is a bad goosip, laito likes to know everything about someting or someone, just bc he thinks he has to know what he likes, completly. that's a reason he has more interaction with his bat relatives, so they can tell him everything.

i like to think that laito is really jealous, like a lot.

i think laito has a secret interest in humans and their way of living, specifically, he is interested in religious topics, he had read Bibles although he found them boring, so prefers to see them captured in movies, and it is even better when they have another meaning than something literal, such as a biblical reference like mother or lamb. but still laito can't get how faith works for humans.

i think laito deep down, want to be more close to shu, mostly for his music collection and stuff but dont know how to adress him, so he just ocasionally ask shu for his disc and vinyls, i like to think that laito wishes to speak more to shu but its so distant that he never tries.

i think laito is also a pranker, like, not with everyone special, mostly his uncle, he likes to hide stuff from him or surprise him by appearing suddenly next to him, he does that to his brothers sometimes, to ayato and reiji mostly.

nsfw

so to begin with, i think laito is not too big or too small, ill say he is a good 17 cm, his dick is straight and with a round tip, and likes to maintain himselft by shaving. he has a prominent vein but has more in his croch, right where is pubic hair grows towards his belly.

i think laito is a good... dominant, i can't see him being actually a bottom in any case, he is such a player and a teaser, but he despites the idea of being dominated too much, maybe being talk back and the try of you wanting to dominate him is not bad, he likes those kindes of roleplays, but at the end he is the one in control.

i think laito likes to praise you in a very direct way, like if he sees you in a pretty outfit he will say something like "oh? dressing up so cute just for me? fufu" or if you two are talking he may sudenly come closer and if you blush he would giggle and say "ah, you smell so sweet, but that face you just did is really something, excited to have me this close? fufu" in every chance he get, he will praise you in some way.

oh, and a little detail that i did'nt know where to put exactly so ill just put it here, laito has a hard time remembering faces and names of girls, so he often just call them the usual "little bitch". a little rude but he can't help himself, so when he get interested in some girl, laito can finally see her face and remember her name. from that point on, laito loves to put nicknames on you, and will stop calling you little bitch without him noticing.

some nicknames i think laito may call you can be princess, cutie or just your name, but he say it with a very loving tone, he do cares about you if he loves you.

so its not a secret that laito can get turned on by a lot of things or situations that are not really hot, but i think he likes things that are'nt normally hot, like if you look at him badly he likes it, he find you cute, he is totally the kind of man that gets turned on by you being mad at them or at anything. angry sex..? he loves it.

or if you two are having an argument and you talk back when he is mad he would get turned on too.

"oh? what was that princess?" laito would take you by your neck and come closer to whisper in your ear with a sly smirk "ill fuck that little atittude out of you if you keep talking to me like that, im starting to belive you want that huh?".

im on my knees.

oh, and about kisses! laito is a suprise kisser, he would kiss you without telling you at first, mostly are just little pecks to surprise you or directly shut you up, other times he would kiss you more but i doubt he initiating tongue kisses, maybe if you look at him in some way or you asking for more kisses, then laito would do it. and he get really worked up for it, feeling your tongue in his mouth, sharing saliva, he is going crazy.

i think that laito also is a very good foreplay guy, while making out he literally talks you trought it, whispering as he kisses your neck and hold your waist close "are you trying to burn me with you body?... even your blood got heat up... fufu... do i make you this horny, princess?" then he would take your clothes off carefully, he wants to feel your skin close, bc laito as a vampire cant really make his body heat by himself, but your body being hot makes him want to melt into you, he kisses every place he can and tease you about it. and all of that with that gaze of him??? omg, this man just by staring at you can make you sigh weak, he knows what he is doing looking at you with those intense green eyes.

i also belive laito is a man who enjoy giving pleasure to his partner, like, he loves giving you oral, not just to make you feel good, he loves to taste you, kiss a part so private for laito is intoxicating. he is a starving man eating what your precious body gives him. and laito moans into your juices, licking your clit softly and holding your hips close to him when he licks faster "fuck princess... only i can eat you like this... mmh..." and if you are giving him oral laito likes to tease you too, but he is such an ass about it, laito likes ot be standing while you are your knees, or maybe if he is sit in the edge of the bed and you on your knees as well, but anyways laito likes you on your knees. i think laito likes to look down at you, and if you look up at him he will go crazy, the man loves eye contact. if he see you too confortable with his dick on you mouth, he will thrust deep in your troat just to see you tears in your eyes, laito would just smile and apologize even if he is'nt really sorry "oh... sorry princess, did i hurt your pretty mouth? fufu..." likes to hear how wet his dick sound in your mouth.

i think laito is like reiji when its about the speed and strenght he uses, its always depending of the mood, if its like a morning sex laito will be more gentle and sensual about it, slow and deep inside you while talking dirty in you ear. ofc he is a talker in bed. also likes to play with you clit gently, its a plus if he gets to see your face, he would feel so good of himself just to make you look like you do in that moment. in these cases laito would like spooning, yes, like that he can trust into you while whispering, he would hold your neck so you can look back at him and kiss him, he loves wet kisses during sex.

"ya' like it princess?... yeah..? mm... bet ya' feel real good with me so deep huh? fufu..."

and if its like an angry sex or just more energetic he would be so great, he likes to be rough sometimes as well, he would put you on all four and fuck you hard while holding you by your arms, and he is fierce. loves the sound his and your bodies makes in every thruts. laito will lift your torso up to hug you tigh to keep fucking you wild as he holds you neck. hearing you moan loudly just makes him go faster "yes princess... scream my name ohh.. fuck... no one can fuck you like i do, ya' hear me princess... oh... just me" laito is the kind of man that loves to leave you with marks, hikeys, love bites, his fangs, everything, even leaving you ass with the shape of his hand for how many times he slap you, he loves it. laito loves to mark what is his.

and when he cums, he tend to bite you as well, not all the time, but if the full moon is high he cant help himself. and he cums a lot, two rounds at least to begin the night.

i think the aftercare laito can offer are just two opcions, either way he just cuddle you and both of you take naps, or he can run a bath for both of you but that will only lead to another round in the shower.

and this man is hungry for you, like he literally wants to be under your skin all day, and your pants too.

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starsinthesky5 · 3 months

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you are in love III || joe burrow x reader

description: you aren’t the only one that’s musically talented 😉

a/n: once again, this orange jersey makes me feral. and yeah this man can’t say he’s learning how to play the piano and expect me to act normal about it. nope.

this one is pretty short, kinda like a filler chapter that is inspired by piano joey. the next part for this mini series will prob take inspo from the request I got about the cannes trip, so it’ll be longgger and we’re going to pretend that the cannes event is in march for the purposes of this fic :)

warnings: smut, language

word count: 4.8 k

part 1 part 2

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March

You listened to the loud patter of rain hitting the windows as the early spring storm raged outside your home one uneventful evening. You and Joe found yourselves wrapped up in each other's arms and absolutely bored out of your mind, you more than him. You’d been on the couch for about an hour now, Joe finding entertainment by online shopping while you were staring at the ceiling, waiting for him to notice. You were so bored that you turned to counting the number of times you heard rumbles of thunder, which wasn’t a lot compared to the amount of lightning flashes.

“Joe, I’m bored,” you gave up as you turned your head to him and watched him scroll mindlessly on his phone, seemingly looking at new shoes and clothes for your trip to Cannes in a few weeks.

“Watch TV or something,” he said, brushing off your clear boredom and going back to scrolling away on his phone.

You look up at him, a scowl on your face as you start to get a little irritated at the fact that he isn’t doing anything to help your boredom. Cuddling could only do so much, and it wasn’t really doing a lot right now. “Joe-,”.

“Ooo, these are sick,” he whispers to himself, interrupting you as he taps on yet another pair of shoes he wasn’t going to buy.

You let out a loud sigh as you moved out of his arms, his eyes darting towards you at the sudden loss of contact he felt when you moved out of his chest. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of wine to hopefully distract you for the time being. You sat down on the barstool, pouring yourself a glass of wine as you looked up and saw the storm intensify, silently wishing (even though it was wrong) for the power to go out or a tree to fall down because that would provide some entertainment.

Joe looked back at you for a few seconds, watching as you plopped down onto the barstool and looked drowsy since you had nothing productive to do. You both had plans to go out tonight and check out the newest floral additions to the Cincinnati Botanical Gardens, but the storm outside ruined that plan and your moods.

He tossed his phone to the side, feeling guilty for ignoring you when you clearly needed something to do to keep you busy. You had been so excited to go to the gardens for weeks, your mutual fondness for flowers & natural beauty was something you bonded over pretty early on in your relationship, and it broke his heart when you couldn’t go and he had to watch you brush it off like it was fine. He hopped off the couch and walked over to where you were sitting, snaking his arms around your waist and setting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “I know you’re bored and I shouldn’t have brushed you off like that,”.

You stayed silent for a few moments and didn’t react to what he was saying. Not that you were mad, you just enjoyed teasing him a little.

“Y/N?” He asked, moving his head a little to look at your face, which was stone cold. You took another sip of your wine as you heard him speak up again. “I’m really sorry, I mean it. Don’t be mad,” he said again, this time pressing two kisses to your cheek. You could feel his body tense up at your silence, now feeling bad for making him feel like this.

You placed your glass down onto the countertop, letting yourself fall back into his embrace as you placed your hands on his arms that were around your waist, relishing his touch.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad, just teasing, I'm just a whiny baby because I can’t find anything to do,” you laughed.

Joe let go of you and moved to sit on the barstool next to you, “Well, let’s find something to do then,” he smiled as he grabbed your wine glass and took a little sip.

“Okay, shoot,” you said.

“How about writing? Working on music always keeps you busy and I wouldn’t mind sitting in on a little writing session and watching you work your magic,” he beams.

“Already hit the studio this morning while you were at the gym, remember? Besides, the album is almost done so not really much to do right now other than finishing touches and post-album production stuff,” you sigh.

“Oh right, right,” he remembers. “Okay, how about baking something? Maybe cookies? I can help too,” he suggests.

“Ran out of flour last week,” you frown. “I was going to ask if we could stop by the store on the way home from the gardens to pick some up so I could make Cinnamon Rolls tomorrow but well, that plan went down the drain,” you say as you run your fingers through your hair.

“Damn. Okay, what about a movie? I know we’ve been meaning to watch the new Hunger Games movie for a while but never got around to it,” he asks, hoping to see your frown turn upside down into the smile he loves to see on your face, but it doesn’t. You just let out another sigh and bite your bottom lip, feeling bad that nothing was helping you feel better and he was trying his best.

He watches as your face stays the same, feeling bad that he couldn’t do anything to help you. He felt that if you were in New York or LA, you could probably find something to keep you entertained and busy with no problem, but here you couldn’t. Joe sat there for a few seconds, contemplating what else to suggest to cure your boredom, and then had a lightbulb moment.

He reached out to grab your waist, easily picking you up off your barstool and placing you on his lap. “Joe, what’re you doing?” you giggled as he moved your legs so that you were seated comfortably on him.

He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, the feeling of him gazing deeply into you sending chills down your body before you felt him crash his lips against yours. You feel his hand fall down to your ass, softly kneading the plush skin through your leggings as he sucked on your bottom lip. He pulls away, “This always keeps us busy, right?” he laughs against your lips before going back to the kiss. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as your hands play with his soft hair.

“My favorite way to pass time,” you smile as you pull away from his lips, taking in how his skin is glowing in the soft light of your home.

“Sorry our garden plans got ruined,” he said, his smile dropping slightly.

“Hey, that’s not your fault. The rain just doesn’t want us to take 50 thousand pictures of the gorgeous flowers,” you joke, causing a laugh to leave his lips.

“Yeah, but it still sucks. We were looking forward to that for a while and it’s probably one of the few exciting things for you to explore around here. If you were in LA or New York you would never be bored like you are here. You probably feel like you’re trapped here,” he says, looking to the side to hide his guilt. He felt guilty because you gave up what looked like the dream lifestyle, to live with him. He loved Cincinnati, but it was nothing compared to the places you used to spend most of your time in, and you were here because of him.

“Hey, don’t ever say that again,” you say, moving his face so that he was looking into your eyes. “I chose to move here with you. I don’t give a damn about the flashy shit any other place had to offer. Neither of those places has the thing that truly makes me happy, and that’s you. As long as you’re here, I don’t care about being bored and I certainly don’t feel trapped. Besides, Cincy is far from boring. Not a week passes by that I’m not running around the city with the girls or discovering new things,” you add, watching his gloomy expression brighten at your reassuring words. “I just wanted to do something with you, that’s all,” you finish by pressing a kiss to his soft lips.

“And I still get to do what I love from here,” you add. “I didn’t really see myself permanently being in Los Angeles or New York anyway. You know that I love lowkey,” you smile.

“Is this lowkey enough for you?” He asks, referring to the house and the life you were now a part of.

“Oh, 100%,” you nod. “I could def go out to the patio and scream ‘I love Joe Burrow’ at the top of my lungs through a megaphone without the paparazzi showing up,”.

He lets out a soft laugh before saying, “They won’t show up, but you might tip off the fan girls and they’ll figure out where we live,”.

“I guess I’ll have to pull out these guns,” you joke as you show off your arm muscles. “I think I can fight off the Burrow girlies. Maybe even bribe them with a peek at some photos of you on my phone,” you wink.

“Okayyy, I think that’s enough,” he says as he rolls his head around, then moves it back to meet your eyes. Nobody needed to see the photos you had of Joe on your phone. Some were silly and innocent, but some were a little too spicy for the public eye. “You always know how to get rid of the doubts in my mind,” Joe laughs as he rubs your thigh.

“What would you ever do without me?” you tease as you press a kiss to his cheek. “But in all seriousness, don’t say that again. You know I love it here, no reason to overthink it,” you say, softening your serious words with another kiss but this time to his perfect nose.

“Okay,” he laughs. “No more overthinking from here on out,”.

“Good. If you said one more thing, I’d have your ass sleep out in the rain,” you joke.

“Hm, if you kicked me out then we wouldn’t be able to do this,” he says as he starts to trail kisses up your neck.

“I guess you’re right,” you say as you pull his face out of your neck and back up to your face, pressing your lips against his and running your hands across his chest.

You feel him get off the barstool with you still in his lap. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as he carries you both back to the couch, his lips remaining glued to yours the entire time. You feel him nipping your lip, causing you to moan into the kiss while feeling heat climb up your body and that warm feeling inside of you getting stronger.

He sits down on the couch and places you next to him, both of you ripping off your clothes with urgency, then feeling yourself fall back flat against the couch with Joe on top of you.

Your lips met in another messy kiss as you felt Joe guide himself in between your drenched folds, eventually slipping inside you all the way, causing you to let out a throaty moan at the sudden fullness.

“Joe,” you gasp, throwing your head back against the couch. He began pressing kisses along your collarbone, before moving up your neck and back to your lips. Your hands moved to his back, scratching his soft skin, leaving red marks as breathy moans escaped your lips at the feeling of him thrusting into your wet heat.

“Sound so pretty,” he smirks as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. His hand lifts your leg up and bends your knee, allowing him to move deeper. You feel your wetness coating your lower halves, your eyes moving down and watching as he slides in and out of your core with each rough thrust.

“F- Fuck, you feel so good,” you whimper, moving your hands into his hair and pulling him closer to you.

The next few minutes pass by like a dream as Joe continues to send your body to its pleasure, your breathy moans and sounds of skin hitting skin filling the house as he continues to pound into you. Your name was on his lips as if he was chanting a sacred prayer.

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so-,” he rasps but you cut him off with another moan, this one a little louder than the rest as he just hit a spot inside you that he hadn’t before.

“Joe, Oh my god,” you whine as you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. Nothing could compare to the feeling of him inside of you. This was your favorite and best way to pass time, and you could do this for eternity and manage to never get bored of it. You felt your arousal building up with each well-placed thrust, just mere moments away from reaching your high. Your skin was heating up and your breath hitched every time he rutted into your slit.

“I’m close,” you moan, throwing your head to the side and closing your eyes. Your hand gripped the couch pillow as you were struggling to hold yourself together. You felt his hand move down to your clit, fondling with the sensitive bud to set off your pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock.

“Joe,” you screamed as you felt him move his hand away from your clit, just as you were about to cum. “Why’d you s- stop?” you rasped.

“Hang on,” he said as he was increasing the pace of his thrusts, which was only increasing your need for feeling your high.

“Shit, Joe. I’m gonna cum,” you panted as you moved your head back up to meet his eyes,

“Wait for me,” he ordered, his hands moving to grip your waist and his pace becoming more frantic.

“Oh, Joe,” you hissed, your muscles tensing and hips bucking against his.

“Fuck, I’m almost there,” he groaned. You moved your lips down to his neck, sucking on his soft golden skin, searching for his sweet spot. You knew you found it when you felt his head drop down to your shoulder and his lips softly biting your skin.

“God, you’re so good,” he mumbled against your skin as his thrusts became sporadic, signaling he was close.

“Joe, I can’t,” you pant as you struggle to hold in your release.

“It’s okay,” he says as he moves his hand back down to your clit, his fingers rubbing circles around the bud as your walls convulse around his cock again. You were about to cum, but this time he was right there with you.

“I’m cumming,” you whimpered as you felt a wave of ecstasy wash over you, feeling your body shake violently at your release. At the same time, Joe lets out a groan before you feel his cock twitch inside of you, then feeling his release coat your walls.

“Oh my god,” he moans as he slows his thrusts, eventually stopping while pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.

“Holy shit,” you pant, your heart racing from the aftermath of your orgasm, your hand stuffed in his hair as he breathes against your shoulder. Both of you trying to come back down to earth after feeling shocks of pure pleasure light your bodies on fire.

“You still bored?” Joe chuckles as he lifts his head out of your shoulder, his hair all messy and his lips swollen from all your kisses.

“Nope,” you smile as you press a sweet kiss to his lips. You both spend a few moments basking in the post-sex afterglow before you feel Joe gently slide out of you, then feeling him get off of you.

You crane your neck to the side as you watch him grab his clothes from the pile on the floor, putting on his sweatpants but handing you his long-sleeved shirt.

“Here, put this on,” he said, handing you his shirt but placing it on the couch so he could help you up first.

He reaches for your waist, moves you up, and places a pillow behind your back for extra comfort. “Thank you,” you smile at the sweet gesture, then reach for his shirt to put on. You slip on the light green long-sleeved shirt and then reach down to grab your pink lace panties. As you're putting them on, you see Joe walk back to the kitchen from the corner of your eye.

“You need help with anything?” You wince as you turn around, your entire body tired and sore.

“I’m good. Just making you coffee,” He says, shooting you a smile before pulling out a mug from the cabinet.

You turn back around, a content smile on your face as you relish the feeling of your boyfriend taking such good care of you. Life couldn’t possibly get better than this. Your caring boyfriend was walking around the kitchen in just his sweatpants, making you a cup of coffee after rearranging your guts while you were curled up on the couch in his shirt. You don’t know what you did to deserve someone so dreamy & precious like Joe, but you definitely were not complaining.

Joe knew you deserved this. You deserve to be loved without any limitations, to be respected and supported by someone who understands the real you. He made it his job to make sure you felt comfortable, loved, and appreciated when you were with him; and he made sure you felt that way even if you weren’t. So yeah, placing a pillow behind your back, getting you a cup of coffee, and giving you his shirt to put on didn’t really seem like a lot, but it was everything that you wanted and it made you feel all those things. The little things in a relationship were what you craved, and Joe was exceptional at making it happen.

“I also got you a slice of the Banana Bread my Mom brought over the other day,” he said as he placed the plate and cup next to you, snapping you out of your daze.

“Thank you, Joey,” you grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips before he walked back to the kitchen to clean up.

You grabbed the coffee mug and took a little sip, tasting the rich vanilla flavor as it warmed your cold body. You then took a bite of the Banana Bread his Mom had made for you both, you never got tired of her baking because it tasted just like your Mom’s. You grabbed your phone from the table and immediately pulled up her contact to send her a text, asking for the recipe and letting her know that it was delicious.

“Mmm, this is so good,” you groan as you take another bite. “Joe, you gotta have some,” you say as you turn around, but he wasn’t there. He was instead sitting at the Piano that you had got for the house. You stayed quiet, pursing your lips as you placed the snacks back down and turned your body so that you were facing him, his back to you. You could see faint scratches along his back from your nails, taking note that you should probably put some moisturizer on his back when you go upstairs. He looked so good right now, the sight of him at your piano, shirtless, was sending you into orbit.

Before you could say something, you heard a melodious tune fill the air, a familiar one. You watched as Joe worked his fingers along the keys of the piano, playing a song that he had been working on for the past few weeks. When you first got the Piano for the living room, he had asked you if he could also use it, which came to your surprise since he didn’t know how to play.

Flashback to February

“But you don’t know how to play?” you asked as you ran your fingers across the keys of the piano.

“I have the best teacher in the entire world at my fingertips though,” he smiled as he moved his hand on top of yours as you played a few notes; his touch was so gentle and so warm.

“You really want to learn how to play piano?” you asked, looking up at him.

“I really want to learn how to play piano,” he nodded. “If you can throw a football back and forth with me, I can learn how to do what you do,”.

You stared up at him for a few seconds before saying, “Deal” and watching his face light up at your response. There was no way Joe was actually going to learn how to play the Piano right? He was an athlete, not a musician; unless he was Troy Bolton and had a secret hidden musical talent.

“I’ll give him 2 weeks before he quits,” you thought to yourself.

End of Flashback

He didn’t quit. He passed the two-week marker and still was keen on learning how to play, even sitting at the Piano without you and playing by himself using tutorials and testing out his own ideas. It was truly incredible how he picked it up so quickly, and he always was so eager to show off his skills to you.

He kept playing, the song he chose was ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ by Arctic Monkeys, one of his personal favorites.

“Secrets I have held in my heart, Are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours. I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours. Wanna be yours,” you whispered, singing the part of the song he was playing on the Piano.

You were about to sing the next lines, but then you heard the sounds coming from the Piano shift to another tune by a seamless transition. This one was even more familiar and made your eyes widen.

He was playing ‘Endgame’, your song. The song you wrote about the desire to be Joe’s Endgame. It touched on your reputations and how you both had a pretty big one and together would be the talk of the town, which you were. It talked about how you wanted to be the one for him and the things you both went through to bring you to one another. It mentioned how captivated you are by him, his eyes, his body; his handprints all over your soul that could never be smeared. You wanted Joe in your life forever.

This song was the final addition to the album, which had been heavily inspired by Joe, and he was playing it on the Piano for you, and not the other way around. He had never asked to learn how to play one of your songs, so this took you by surprise.

You watched as he pressed all the right keys, hit every note, and played the song effortlessly. Your stomach was now filled with butterflies as the smile on your face got bigger. You got off the couch and slowly walked over to him, singing the lyrics of the song to match what he was playing on the Piano.

“I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna be, Drinking on a beach, With you all over me. I know what they all say, But I ain't trying to play,” you sing as you cup the nape of his neck with your hand, rubbing your fingers into his soft skin. A smile appears on Joe’s face as he hears you singing while he plays your song.

“I wanna be your end game. I wanna be your first string. I wanna be your A-Team. I wanna be your end game, end game,” you sing as you slide onto the bench next to him and rest your head against his shoulder, ghosting your fingers over his as they dance around the keys. Your heart was exploding right now, no guy had ever done this–played your song for you. He was serenading you in the best possible way.

“Big reputation, big reputation. Oh, you and me, we got big reputations. Ah, and you heard about me. Oh, I got some big enemies. Big reputation, big reputation. Oh, you and me would be a big conversation. Ah, and I heard about you. Oh, you like the bad ones too,” you sing as you hear the Piano fade out.

You stay silent for a few seconds as you try to process what just happened, tears filling your eyes at the plethora of emotions you are experiencing. The fact that he just played a song you wrote about him, to you, was something you couldn’t comprehend. You felt Joe’s hand move from the keys to yours, entwining your fingers and bringing them up to his lips to press a kiss.

“You’ve gotten really good at that,” you say, breaking the silence as you turn your head to look up at him.

“Learned from the best of the best,” he smiled.

“You killed it, Joe. Seriously, I have your Grammy waiting upstairs,” you laughed. “When did you even have time to learn ‘Endgame’? I finished that song not that long ago,” you added.

“Well, I found a copy of your sheet music on the table and started practicing it when you weren’t at home,” he chuckled. You looked into his eyes again, your eyes a little glossy and his filled with adoration.

“What?” he asked, noticing your teary expression.

“Thank you,” you said as you wiped your eyes.

“For what, Y/N?” he asked as he moved his hand to cup your face and wipe the tears that fell from your eyes.

“Nobody has ever done that for me and you- you just,” you say, not being able to find words that would express your feelings.

“No reason to thank me,” he says. “I’m just appreciating the talents of the most gifted and extraordinary Woman I have ever met in my entire life,” he says, making your heart explode again. “You deserve to be shown how amazing you are, musically & as a person,”.

“Besides, I know you love the little things,” he winks.

“You are truly the best Man I have ever met in all the years I have been alive,” you smile before pressing a big kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” he says against your lips before going back for another one.

“And I love you,” you say back, pressing more kisses around his face. “I should get you in the studio with me next time. I think a Piano feature is in your future,” you wink.

“Oookay, I know I’m good but let’s not go that far yet,” he says as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Whatever you say, Troy Bolton,” you joke. He rolls his eyes at you as you cite ‘High School Musical’, which you happened to force him to watch with you a few weeks ago.

“Don’t be mad,” you shrug. “Not my fault you’re athletically and musically talented,”.

“I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?” he laughs.

“Never,” you say as you press another kiss to his lips, his hand moving to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Then, you feel his hands wrap around your waist, picking you up off the bench and carrying you up the stairs.

“What are you doing?” you giggle as you pull away from the kiss.

“Round 2, obviously,” he scoffs.

“Ohhh,” you nod. “I did get pretty worked up seeing you playing the Piano with a bedhead and just in sweats,”.

“I knew you would,” he smiled as he opened your bedroom door.

“Do I get to be serenaded again after we’re done?” you ask him, tilting your head and praying he would play again for you.

“If you’re lucky,” he winks as he places you down on the bed.

You reach out and pull him down to the bed next to you, then throwing your leg over his hips so that you are straddling him.

“Then I’ll make sure I get lucky,” you whisper as you lean down to kiss him.

–The End–

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Autumn Embers Verse

Omegaverse AU where people who are compatible have complementary scents.

Your friends assure you that the bar they’re dragging you to is nicer than it looks online. You highly doubt that, but you’re willing to go along until the three of them get bored and decide to get a car to the club district. And they will get bored, because you recognize the name and address that they’re trying to go to. You’ve never been, but some of your new coworkers on the base have invited you out for drinks and pool.

When Christie flounces out in a bright pink mini-dress, you can’t help but grin. “You look great. Super cute. But I don’t think that’s the vibe of the bar.”

Admittedly, you’re dressed a bit less conservatively than the bar might call for. But you feel cute in your black skater skirt and white top. Styled with floral lace stockings, boots, and silver jewelry, it’s more dressing up than you’ve been able to do in the last 6 months.

“I’m not dressing for the military bar,” Christie says, checking her makeup in the hall mirror before dropping on the couch next to you. She tosses her brown hair over one shoulder and pulls out her phone to order a car. “I’m dressing for when Mel and Jack decide they’re done shopping for alphas and want to go to the club.”

“Military packs are already cohesive,” Jack sniffs, emerging from the hall in cute jeans, a mesh top, and a sensible jacket. Behind him, Mel is dressed very similarly, though they’ve opted for cargo pants. “It’s not impossible that we might find a couple of someones who might be interesting.”

“If nothing else, they’ll buy you drinks,” you concede. “Pretty sure they have pool tables. If there’s one open, maybe we play a couple of rounds. Give Jack a chance to bend over and show off.”

The car, when it arrives, is a little small, but the four of you pile in gamely. You sit in the front, since your hips need the room. The driver gives a smile and a nod through his cloth mask and starts driving as soon as your seatbelt is secure. You reflexively drop the window a bit, though it’s already open. It makes sense - driving groups around all night definitely lends itself to a lot of conflicting scents.

In the back, Chrissy’s floral omega scent plays well with Jack and Mel’s sweet beta and omega mix. The very subtle floral notes of your own scent don’t clash too badly, but the base note of charcoal does sometimes leave people’s noses a bit confused. You catch the moment the driver catches a hint of your scent and darts a look at you, but he doesn’t say anything. You occupy yourself on your phone for the fifteen minute drive, tuning out Chrissie and Jack’s complaints about work.

When you arrive, the bar is just about what you expected. Run-down in a lived-in kind of way but clean. Dim and quiet. The exact opposite of Jack and Chrissie, but that doesn’t stop them from swanning in through the doors and making their way immediately to the bar. You and Mel follow behind. You make eye contact with a couple of people you kind of recognize, give a quirk of a smile as a greeting.

By the time you’ve decided what to drink, Chrissie and Jack have already charmed a trio of alphas into conversation and a promised game of pool. Mel leans into Jack’s back and introduces themself in their quiet way. You give your name with a wave before ordering a whiskey sour.

“Put their drinks on our tab,” one of the alphas says. He holds his hand out to you to shake. “Daniels. I’ve seen you on base before, yeah?”

“I’ve been working admin for a couple of months,” you confirm as you shake his hand. He’s polite enough not to try to rub wrists on a first meeting, at least. His scent reminds you of the bakery near your house. “It’s not a bad job.”

Once everyone has their drinks and the group makes their way over to one of the open pool tables, you think you could have a pretty good night. Daniels and his friends, Bennet and Bakshi, are actually pretty fun. They’re obviously flirting with Chrissie and Jack (and Mel, by extension), but they’re not ignoring you. Daniels and Bakshi, at least, include you in the conversation and ask questions about your job, how you all know each other, where you’re from.

When Bakshi manages to pull Mel into a conversation about video games and cyber security, you and Chrissie excuse yourselves to the restroom.

“I should have worn jeans,” she sighs. “This is really fun, but kind of a waste of an outfit.”

You’re about to laugh when you pass by a table and make eye contact with a man you’ve only seen in passing before. You recognize Sergent MacTavish by his mohawk, and give him a little half smile. Then you notice Captain Price and Sergent Garrick. The blond in a skull themed cloth mask can only be Lieutenant Riley. You give all four of them a startled little nod of acknowledgment, and then Chrissie is tugging you into the bathroom.

You’ve never met anyone from Task Force 141 before. Any time you’ve heard of them, at least two have been sent off somewhere across the world. You don’t have the clearance to deal with any of their reports, but you know enough to understand that they’re practically rock stars.

“Five quid, Jack and Mel have all three of their numbers by the end of the night,” Chrissie interrupts your musing as she checks her makeup in the mirror. As usual, she’s perfect, and you hear her take a selfie.

“Ten quid, Bennet asks for yours,” you counter from the stall.

“No bet, he’s already asked.” Chrissie answers. “But he’s a tool.”

“You like tools.”

“That’s true. It’s the muscles.” she agrees. “If he asks me on a proper date, I won’t say no.”

“Not a waste of a dress, then,” you point out before flushing and making your way to wash your hands. “Is he wearing scent blockers? I can’t get a bead on him.”

“He’s a subtle bit of tobacco leaf. Bakshi is nutmeg and Daniels-”

“Daniels smells like fresh bread,” you finish.

“Oh, ho, ho,” Chrissie chuckles, leaning her hip on the counter as you wash your hands. “Took notice did you?”

“We shook hands.” You roll your eyes. “Kind of hard not to notice.” When you step out of the bathroom, you’re startled to see Sergent MacTavish leaning against the wall on his phone. His eyes snap up to yours and he stands up to his full height. He’s bigger than you expected, and you find yourself helpless to hold his stare. When he smiles, you feel yourself flush.

“Evenin’, bonnie lass,” he says, after a moment. “C’n I get a moment of your time?”

Chrissie practically skips the couple of steps away to stand at the entrance of the hall leading to the bathrooms. She doesn’t quite abandon you with a strange alpha, but she does turn her back and pull out her phone.

Before you can comment on her absence, or introduce yourself, or even think about what to say, MacTavish has stepped close. His scent, something warm and earthy and somehow also floral, floods your senses. At the same time, he leans down to hover his nose just short of touching your temple. You can’t help but blush harder at how bold he’s being. The way he takes your scent into his lungs is just this side of vulgar.

“So it has been you we’ve been scenting around base,” he chuckles, taking a deliberate step back and leaning back against the wall again. He crosses big arms across his chest and smiles. “Gaz’s been tying himself in knots trying to catch more than faded hints near the caf’.”

What are you supposed to say to that? “…Sorry? I’m new to the base.”

He grins. “Well, I’m glad you’re around. Sergent MacTavish.” He doesn’t offer his hand, but considering the how rude he was before, it’s not like he needs to.

You stammer an introduction and decide to make your retreat. “It was, um, nice to meet you, Sergent. I have to get back to my friends.” “Be seeing you around, hen,” he says, and doesn’t move as you make your retreat.

As soon as you’re clear of the hall, you make the mistake of looking that the 141’s table. All of their eyes snap to your face as soon as you’re visible. You almost freeze under their attention, but Chrissie rescues you. She takes your arm and practically marches you across the bar to rejoin Jack and Mel, who immediately pull you close to drag you into some debate about music.

You can’t contribute much to the conversation. Thank goodness for Chrissie, who gleefully carries the discussion. You’re too distracted to do much more than give vague agreements for a long time.

At the end of the night, when you and your friends leave the bar, you chance a glance toward the 141’s table. Four pairs of eyes stare back.

#dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #poly 141 #omegaverse #autumn embers verse #named after the fragrance oil i looked up to decide the 141 pack scents

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cc-exquisite · 1 year

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Coloring Inside the Lines

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

Requested: "This but she colors in his tattoo with what she wants to buy to see if it’s the right shade or what she wants."

Author's Note: Ask at the end! Very firm believer of Simon following you around like a puppy, or more like a guard dog lol.

The bustling activity of the store makes the aisles a bit cramped, you and Simon snaking through other customers browsing. You’re doing your own shopping while he tags along, just happy to be in your presence.

Pausing in front of an eyeshadow palette that had caught your eye online, you begin to test some of the shades on your skin. Swatching a couple shades, you turn your arm side to side to see the effects they have against the lighting in the store.

Pursing your lips, you notice your skin has leftover residue from the other products you had tried. Trying your best to wipe the majority of it off, but some pesky undertones of certain colors remained. Needing a clean slate, you contemplate on where to test the shadows.

“Somethin’ the matter, love?” Simon leans over you, peering over your shoulder. You perk up at his question, gears turning. “Could I ask you for something?” You inquire, looking up at him, batting your lashes for good measure.

Simon nods, smiling at you. “Of course, love, what is it?” You hold out the tester eyeshadow brush that has one of the colors swatched already. “Could I use your arm? To test out some of these, please?” You beg, doe eyed.

He crosses his arms, tight black shirt straining against his muscles. Your eyes dart down to the display, unable to resist before snapping back up to his face, trying not to lose focus. He smirks, he knows what he’s doing, the damn looker.

He rolls his eyes, before holding one of his tattooed arms out for you. You squeal, saying, “Thank you, baby!” as you swipe the color over the top of his hand. The shimmering shade against his pale skin pops, looking much better without the remnants of other colors below it.

You begin to swatch the others, working down the palette, top of his quickly being filled by the hues. Your eyes drag up the expanse of his arm, another idea forming. Simon, currently distracted by his phone, doesn’t notice when you take the current color on the brush and begin to fill in an empty space in between the ink on his forearm.

Giggling to yourself, you continue until you’re done with the shades, all the different colors filling in the lower portions of his tattoos. It honestly doesn’t look bad, the colors complementing each other nicely. Simon takes this moment to glance at you, then to his arm. Chuckling, he says, “Nice job at fillin’ in,” He remarks, tilting his arm to look at your handiwork.

You smile at him, before walking over and grabbing a spray bottle with rubbing alcohol inside, along with some tissues. Wiping the makeup away from his arm and tattoos, he watches you with adoration. “Thanks for being my tester, darlin’,” You say, reaching up and kissing his cheek. “Of course, love. Any time.”

Ask:

#o drabbles #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley imagine #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley fluff #cod imagine #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #mw2 x reader

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Ok after seven Walmarts over four days, I found an endcap full of Besties tonight.

I can absolutely say DO NOT buy these online or sight unseen. They ALL had messed up faces. I am not a Barbie person at all so I don't have experience and don't know if this is just how modern Barbies are now. But the endcap was full so I was looking through literally a dozen of each doll and they were all messy in different ways, but mostly the eyes. They are different sizes or smeared too far to the side of the face or the pupils are two wildly different shapes.

Teresa's giant bow is wonky on most, and the Renee that had the most even face that I got (still totally different sized pupils) has the darts on her heart shirt fully a quarter inch off from each other.

I was originally so happy they designed such a cute doll for $19.97 but now I guess we see what they did to attain that price point.

Ok so now that the shock of having to dig through so many brand new boxes to get a sort of ok face has worn off a bit... I still think the designers did a good job. The colors, outfits, makeup, art, all cute.

Don't buy one without looking real hard first.

Edit: Fortunately this heart is a separate belt like piece! So the shirt underneath is great. Good design 💜

#barbie dream besties

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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Idia and his parents communicating ipad to ipad for Family day. I want to see it, it sounds like something out of a dystopia 😭 can you write it? (Hope I’m asking the right way!)

I seriously thought long and hard about censoring Idia's whole face out using his tablet in the banner 😂 I ended up choosing not to because leaving his face exposed makes Idia more vulnerable (which suits the tone of this interaction).

This piece was actually inspired by a scene from a cooking manga of all things if you can imagine that 😭 It was about two brothers fighting because they reacted so differently to a traumatic event; I reworked the elements of that for this scene

***Contains major plot spoilers for book 6 of the main story!***

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

“Idia.”

“Dad.”

The air between the two floating tablets was electric—not from the devices, but from the charged tension they emanated.

On one screen was a circle encasing a triangle and skull emblem, a generic symbol for Idia’s infamous voice calls. On the other screen was a man that could only be described as Death itself, pale skinned and blue lipped, suited in a pristinely lab coat. His hair was a blue blaze, and his mouth folded into a neutral line.

Ortho floated between the two tablets, his gaze darting nervously between them.

“So nice of you to pay your son a visit,” Idia spat. A mean, pessimistic bite to his speech was the norm—but these were different, coated in something stronger. Not quite hate, but the distinctively metallic flavor of masked hurt. “What am I in for this time?”

“I’ve come to check up on you,” Mr. Shroud said carefully, as if placing each word down with a fine pair of tweezers.

Idia couldn’t suppress an audible scoff from slipping out.

For as long as he had lived (though could one really define “living” as being cooped up in his room 24/7?), Idia had never known his father to be particularly warm. He was an aloof man, as icy as the pits of Tartarus itself, dedicating himself to research above all else. Results over emotions, and facts over feelings: that was how Mr. Shroud operated.

Something about his mere presence made Idia freeze over, his limbs lock up like a machine with cogs that hadn’t been greased. The man he called father—where had he and mother been when their son needed them most?

Two years. Two years of crying alone, grappling with his guilt and his fears, shut away from the world. Researchers passing him looks of sympathy, containing their whispers amongst themselves. It was the robot parts gifted to him that kept him sane, gave him some semblance of hope.

The limp body of a child, entirely indiscernible on the floor, was still so clear in Idia’s mind. Mangled, the warmth robbed from it. As cold and as lifeless as the machines that populated Styx HQ.

“Give him back. Give him back to me…! Give me all of Ortho… His body, his personalities, his memories! EVERYTHING!! I WANT IT ALL BACK!!”

His tears had run hot, but his parents’ blood had turned to solid ice. He had fixated, and they had seemingly forgotten.

“Kk, sure. I’ll buy it even though I actually don’t,” Idia said sarcastically. “Go off, say what you want to say.”

If Mr. Shroud was offended by his son’s tone, his face didn’t show it. “I wanted to ask if there have been any… issues since ‘the incident’. More specifically, among ex-subjects A through F, regarding their experiences within our facility.”

Because we neglected to wipe their memories with River Lethe this time, Idia knew. He wants to know if they’ve been running their mouths off about Styx with all the online rumors on secret organization going viral…

“How should I know? I don’t make it a habit of monitoring my classmates’ internet posts. And so what if they do? It’s not like anyone has proof…”

“This is a matter of great importance, young man. If word gets out about what we are and what we do…” Mr. Shroud frowned and shook his head. “It puts our entire operation in jeopardy. As future director, you should be taking this more seriously.”

“I didn’t make that choice,” Idia muttered. All I wanted… was to be normal. But no, that freedom was already taken from me before I was even born.

“What was that?” Mr. Shroud’s volume rose ever so slightly, brows subtly drawing together.

“Wah, let’s not fight!” Ortho interjected, holding up two hands. “It’s Family Day, Nii-san! We should be doing fun activities as a family. Will you join us, Mr. Shroud?”

“Ortho…” Idia bit back a protest.

Mr. Shroud’s expression shifted, adopting mild amusement. “… The world’s first self-improving technomantic humanoid.”

“Yup, that’s me!” Ortho twirled happily. His outfit—black and blue, just like the school uniforms of the Ignihyde students— shone wonderfully in the sunlight.

“Fascinating. It’s been equipped with a new gear which seems to being it something akin to human joy,” Mr. Shroud mused. “I assume this was your doing, Idia?”

At the other end of his tablet, Idia clenched his clammy fists. There he goes again, acting like people are his experiments. Just data to be stared at, manipulated and studied.

Annoyance colored the tips of Idia’s hair red. Ortho’s smile, his happiness, was genuine. Of that, Idia was certain—but it was a waste of his breath to try and convince his father otherwise.

For Ortho’s sake.

A deep breath in, a deep breath out. He expelled his pride, and his flames cooled back to blue.

“Yes, I made his College Gear. Ortho’s officially enrolled as a student now, so I don’t get what the big deal is. You signed off on it.”

“An artificial intelligence with the capacity for organic learning and growth is an ever-expanding field of interest. Your mother and I granted our permission for Ortho’s enrollment so as to collect data on…”

There was a rattle and a slam from the other end of Idia’s tablet. His shaky voice rose, fire burning red hot.“L-Look, I… I don’t care what you think of me, or about school, or your work. But don’t talk about Ortho like he’s just an object.”

“Technically speaking, it is an accurate statement.”

“Ortho’s so much more than that!! He’s my brother. Kehehe… If you can’t recognize that, then maybe you aren’t as smart as you like to think you are.”

Ortho’s eyes widened. “Nii-san…”

Mr. Shroud pursed his lips. “You’re being emotional. Let’s think about this rationally—”

“One day,” Idia continued, his voice cracking. “Just one day of being normal boys with a normal family. Can’t you at least give us that? No, I guess you can’t, because all you care about is getting your results. The feelings of your sons don’t matter.

“You won’t acknowledge Ortho as his own person, but you’re the one that’s more machine than man. We may as well not even exist until you need to call on us for something. Y-You..: You didn’t even cry when…!!”

“Idia.”

Mr. Shroud’s face was a marble mask, free from feeling—but in his eyes was an immense sadness. Despair swirling in a vortex of lost souls, locked away and the key thrown out. “You think you’re the only one who has been suffering? Your mother and I…”

He didn’t finish the thought. Or else the marble would crack, and a torrent of tears would escape him.

Idia went silent. Harsh accusations rested on the tip of his tongue, unsure if they would be spat up or swallowed down.

“… Human beings choose to mourn and to honor the dead in their own ways,” Ortho said quietly. “Coping is unique to the individual. Even so, I think it’s possible to understand one another.

“Nii-san, Mr. Shroud. Why don’t we do away with the screens and speak face-to-face? Maybe then… we could understand each other.”

Idia gave a bitter laugh. “… Sorry, Ortho. I don’t think I could do it.”

“But…”

“He is correct. From the looks of things, it would ultimately be a fruitless, futile effort. We’re done here,” Mr. Shroud declared. “You have the day off from classes, so you may spend it however you wish. Play your video games or whatever it is children do these days to amuse themselves.”

Idia snorted.

“… Be well. Until next time.”

Click!

His video feed abruptly ended. The cord between him and his children, cut.

Back at the Isle of Lamentation, Mr. Shroud pulled up a keyboard and notes on his device. He began punching in his report.

Day XX / Month XX

I was worried about Idia’s emotional and mental state in the aftermath of the incident. The boy has experienced a number of hardships as of late. Regardless, he seems to be doing well. He is still as reclusive and as snarky as he ever was. However, I observed a marked change in his behavior with regards to Ortho.

Idia has become rather protective of the android of his own creation. He now truly regards it as his own brother and reports to enjoy spending time with it. This could yield promising therapeutic results in the future.

I will continue to log his progress.

Signed,

Director Shroud

#Idia Shroud #Ortho Shroud #Ignihyde #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #NRC Family Day #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #spoilers #tw // death #angst

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thegaangneedstherapy · 1 year

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Zukka fic list part 2

On ice we fall (in love)

Zuko and Sokka rivals to friends to lovers slowburn competitive figure skating AU.

Foolsong

Zuko is an idiot trying to get over a breakup, Sokka is a hockey boy, and online dating isn't really that awful.

Blue

Iroh insists they create a new life and identity in Ba Sing Se. Zuko wants nothing more than to bide his time until his next opportunity to return home, until he realizes ‘Lee’ can get away with things Zuko never could.

Zuko dons the mantle of the Blue Spirit again only to los e his focus when the Avatar comes to the city. This time, however, his attention is drawn to the annoying Southern Tribe warrior.

winter solstice: an addendum

Zuko gets imprisoned with Sokka and Katara during the winter solstice, and some very unfortunate things come to light. Alternatively: the gaang kidnaps adopts Zuko in book one after discovering just how awful his father is.

I'll Come Back Someday (For You)

“We’ll be together someday. I won’t stop looking until I find you again.”

Those words, Sokka thought, were a blessing.

After living through several lives without Zuko, they now feel like a curse.

They were the last words Sokka muttered to the Fire Lord on his death bed after saving Avatar Korra from an attempted kidnapping, and while he meant them, he didn't know that they would come true.

Yet, he tried, tried, tried again, and after cycling into his fourth life, he's starting to give up hope.

All until he walks into the Jasmine Dragon right next to Republic City University's campus.

(i'm sorry but) i'm just thinking of the right words to say

Zuko is the last person Sokka expects to end up as his roommate when he starts college. Sokka is the last person Zuko expects to befriend when he starts his whole life over. And no one who knows a thing about their shared past expects them to end up together. Except, maybe, Toph.

There's Bound To Be A Ghost At The Back Of Your Closet

Zuko needs a new dad, and Hakoda volunteers. A story spanning Zuko's old life, new life, and beyond

running right back to you

the air conditioning stops working at the Jasmine Dragon, and it's miserable until a cute stranger makes it a bit more bearable

Sorry, I Have to Move to Alaska!

Following a lengthy legal battle with Ozai, Iroh has full custody of his niece and nephew. Desperate to get Zuko and Azula away from Ozai (just in case) Iroh buys a tea shop in Anchorage, Alaska.

Sokka has been living in Anchorage since birth and nothing interesting ever happens in this city. Except less than a month into this school year, the mysterious new kid with a facial scar beats up a well-known student in first period.

purrfect for each other

because sometimes, it takes going to a cat café four times to realize you're in love with your best friend

The World We Dream About

A HS Theatre Kid AU where the gaang is in Hadestown, featuring all our favorite high school nostalgia moments and way too many tropes

when i'm set alight

“I’m going to go practice some firebending forms,” Zuko says stiffly, running a hand through the tangles in his hair. “Tell Aang to join me if he wants to once he wakes up.” Gold eyes dart up to where Aang had strung up a makeshift hammock and was still sleeping soundly, snoring like a buffalo yak.

“Alright,” Sokka says, watching as he walks out without another word, evidently having reverted back into his usual brooding self. “Have fun!” He calls after Zuko loudly, which he means to be sarcastic, but comes out painfully, embarrassingly sincere. His face burns, and as soon as Zuko passes out of sight into the the temple, Katara turns to him, leveling him with a Look.

“You like him.” She says, and it’s not a question.

Born Lucky

Zuko knew this would happen one day.

He really should've prepared better.

Of course, he'd imagined something like this many times. He'd see him-- or anyone from high school, really-- and he wouldn't even be recognized. They'd be immediately enamored with him and wouldn't even pause to think he looked like that one girl from high school.

Instead, he has a 24-year-old Sokka cradling a swollen wrist and smiling awkwardly up at Zuko.

like we're made of starlight

When former High Imperial Prince and Sith Acolyte Zuko defects to the rebellion Commander Sokka is tasked to keep an eye on him and bring him into the fold.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #zuko #zuko x sokka #sokka x zuko #zukka fic rec #fanfiction #sokka #zukka fanfic #trans zuko #long post #ao3 link #archive of our own #ao3

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The Row - Just Us Chapter 52

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2888

Series List | Chapter 51 | Chapter 53

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I pull Wanda into the shop, her body moving closer to mine as we enter so I unlink our arms and move mine around her shoulders keeping her close to my left side. Her right hand moves up across her chest, to grab my hand that is relaxed near her left collar bone. She grabs onto it, linking our fingers together as she leans more of her body into me.

"Do you remember where you saw the suit?"

"I think it was called The Row."

"Very good taste." I look down to Wanda, who is looking at the list of all the designers here. Let me tell you it's a lot. "Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah, I feel a little out of place in my mom jeans and your shirt but I'm doing okay."

"Well let's head to the section with The Row and we will be in and out of here as quick as you need."

"Thank you baby."

"Of course princess."

I pull Wanda around SAKS leading us where we need to be, but also taking my time so she can have a look around and decide if she wants to look at something else. It seems like she is only here to look at the suit though, as she looks around but shows no interest letting me walk us where we need to be. When Wanda sees the sign for The Row her eyes light up and she bounces on her toes in excitement, practically pulling me into the section. I can see her eyes searching for what I can only assume to be the suit, a look of disappointment spreads across her face when she doesn't see it.

"Hi, how can I help you two lovely ladies today?" The sales assistant, a young short blonde puts on her best customer service smile as she walks over to us.

"Uh, hi. So I saw something online that I liked and hoped you would have it here but can't seem to see it." Wanda's eyes keep darting around looking at the range of clothes they have.

"That's no problem. I have some catalogues here with everything in it. Just tell me what you saw and I can sort something out for you." We follow the woman to the counter as she brings out a few small laminated clothing catalogues, one labelled dresses, on labelled suits, one labelled day wear and the final one is shoes and accessories.

"It was this red velvet suit sort of thing."

"The jacket and pants right?" The lady flicks through the catalogue pulling up the page with the suit on, my eyes go wide already anticipating how fucking hot she is going to be wearing it.

"That's the one there yeah."

"So we don't stock it in our shop, but if I get your measurements we can have it ready for you by Friday, as I can put a priority on this thing if you need me to."

Wanda looks up at me then back down to the picture of the suit. I can tell she is having an internal battle with herself, I know she wants it but I also know she doesn't like the idea of me spending money on her. I lift her chin with my finger, as she bites her lip nervously but I simply use my thumb to pull it out.

"We can get it if you want it?"

"I really want it but…"

"Then let me get it for you." From the corner of my eye, the lady silently 'ohs' in understanding leaving to tend to another shopper while me and Wanda have this conversation. "Okay I know we made a deal but what about this. You choose three outfits today of your choice, I will get them for you today and you can get measured for it all. So when I say outfit it means shoes and accessories too. Then that will be it. You will have three outfits from The Row and I never have to buy you expensive clothes again."

"I like that idea better, because it won't always be in the back of my mind that you will be spending ridiculous amounts of money one me."

"Money comes easy to me Wanda, but we can learn and work together. You at getting better at accepting that I want to spend my money on you and I will hold back on the spending too much until you are comfortable. And if you aren't ever comfortable then that is fine too, I just want you to be comfortable with the fact that in my life right now it comes easily to me."

"I will try."

"That's all I ask." She stands on her tiptoes to give my lips a peck. "So what do you want to do?"

"Can we do the three outfits thing?"

"Of course we can." Wanda stands in front of me, pushing her arms under my coat as she wraps them around my body, locking her hands together at the bottom of my back. Her chin resting on my chest as she puckers her lips up at me, I bend down giving her a few gentle pecks. We break apart with a smile when the lady makes her way back to the counter, now finished with the other customer. Wanda let's go of me turning around to face the lady, her back pressed to my front and I gently rest my hands on her waist as I rest my chin on the top of her head.

"So have you ladies decided on what to go for?" Once again a winning customer service smile on her face.

"So I would like to go for the suit, then maybe look at some different things you have."

"That's perfect, are we getting you measured today?"

"Yes please. Am I able to browse the catalogues as you do so?"

"Of course. Your girlfriend can join us in the back if that makes it easier for you two." She looks between me and Wanda, I'm starting to think that the smile isn't that fake.

"Yes please. Baby?"

"Of course I will grab the catalogues while you and the lady get settled. Sorry what's your name so I don't have to keep calling you lady?" She huffs out a laugh holding her hand out which I shake.

"The names Paula. You two are."

"I'm Y/n and this my Wanda."

"Very nice to meet you both. Wanda if you would like to follow me though to the back, Y/n join us when you're ready. Also would either of you like a drink at all? Tea? Coffee?"

"I will take a tea please." Wanda says following the lady as I grab the catalogues.

"Water is fine for me thanks "

"Perfect. Why don't you two surf the catalogues while I make them for you." She disappears into another side room while me and Wanda take a seat opening up the dress catalogue first.

Wanda flicks through the pages, asking for my input on certain things as she hums a random tune out. She suddenly stops flicking her hand resting on the page, as her finger brushes over the picture of the dress she has seen. I know it's the one the moment she sets her eyes on it, a soft smile makes its way onto her lips as her eyes scan the dress up and down. Her finger traces the outline of the dress, before resting her hand flat against it.

"This one is perfect." Wanda turns to look at me, tilting the catalogue so I can see what she is one about and I bite my lip when I see the dress.

"What shoes and accessories are you going for?"

"Just some heels and maybe earrings. Nothing too in your face."

"Any more dresses you're looking at."

"No, I think I want to get another suit though, and er, maybe a coat?" She mumbles the last bit, but I catch it.

"So another suit, and a coat. And then just shoes and accessories to go with each." I state, so she knows I'm okay with it.

"Yeah so it would be one dress, 2 suits and a coat. Are you sure it's okay baby?"

"I am perfectly sure princess. I want to spoil you rotten." She quickly pecks my lips and starts scanning the other catalogue as Paula returns.

"Okay so here is the tea and the water. Wanda if you could come and stand up here. Y/n you can stand next to her, to help her browse but you might have to do some shuffling around while I measure."

"Okay. Ready princess?"

"Ready."

I stand up from my chair, placing the catalogues on my seat and hold out my hand palm up for Wanda to take. She gently places her palm in mine, my fingers wrap around her hand as I hoist her up from the chair. I bend down to grab the catalogues in my other hand, wrapping my arm around Wanda's shoulder while her arm remains in front of her, our hands still holding one another. We walk up to the small stand, that's about half a foot of the ground; and surrounded by 3 or 4 mirrors. I let go of Wanda's hand holding mine out palm up again. She rests her hand in mine as she steps up on the stand getting herself situated.

"Such a gentlewoman. Sometimes I wish I was gay." Me and Wanda share a confused look at Paula as we both laugh. "I just mean the most my boyfriend does is buy me flowers on my birthday."

"Oh yeah, men are imbeciles. Been there, done that, never again though." Wanda remarks, laughing as the lady gives an impressed smile and nod.

"So is it as good as they say? You know being with a woman compared to a man?" I try to ignore the conversation as I start looking through the suit catalogue for ideas.

"Mhmm, one thousand percent better." I quirk a brow. "You my dear are missing out on a good time. Dump that lazy ass boyfriend of yours and get yourself a lady."

"Maybe I will. So how long have you two been together." The lady starts up a conversation as she starts to measure Wanda's legs with a small hand held tape measure.

"What's the date today baby?" I open my phone to double check.

"It's the 5th lyubov."

"Okay so that puts us at 3 weeks 4 days. Okay wow, I didn't realise it hadn't been not that long. I swear it feels like we have been together for months." I quickly do the maths in my head and my jaw drops.

"Oh wow, yeah you're right." I just shrug. "We are just being your stereotypical useless lesbians."

"Wait so we said I love you to each other exactly 3 weeks into knowing each other."

"Wait, wait, wait. You guys have already said 'I love you' to each other?" The lady stops what she is doing to look between the both of us wide eyed.

"Yeah, but I honestly thought we had been together longer. I swear it was longer." I scratch my head slightly confused at how quickly we have actually moved through this relationship.

"Nope." Wanda pops her the P. "We met on the tenth of last month."

"Well fuck me, that's kinda crazy lyubov." Wanda shrugs as she looks at me through the mirror.

"Like you said we are just some good ole useless lesbians."

"Okay, anyway. So we have the dress, the suit you just need to choose the other suit and coat you want. Any ideas?"

"Are there any white suits in there?"

"There is." I start flicking the section with white dresses, while Paula moves around me. I hold the book open in one hand, and Wanda flicks through it herself, her eyes searching every page. Her eyes land on something she likes the look of, as they scan the page.

"What about this one dorogoy?"

"Well this is for you, so it's your choice."

"You're no help, I want your opinion. Like if I wore this would you take me to one of the Stark Gala's or not."

"I would love to show you off wearing that princess."

"Correct answer."

"So that one." I point to the suit to make sure she is happy.

"That one."

"Okay guys, as cute as this is Wanda I need your arms up and out for me so I can get those measurements."

Wanda complies, holding her arms out in the air, I move to stand in front of her, drinking her all in. I can't believe she is mine. I open up the catalogue that has the coats and hold the one with accessories in it under my arm, the rest go to the floor So I don't get in the way of Paula. I flick through them myself to gain an idea of what they do and pick out some favourites I think Wanda would like. As Paula moves to behind Wanda I turn the catalogue to face her showing her each of the ones I picked. As I flick the pages she scrunches her nose shaking her head a lot not really feeling any of them, not until the last one.

"Ooo I really like that one baby." Paula peaks out from behind Wanda.

"We keep that one in store since we don't need measurements for it really. You can try it on once I'm done here."

"Perfect thank you Paula. Are shoes and accessories here or is it easier to order them to come with the made to measure stuff."

"Depends what you would like. We stock some stuff, but it is mostly easier to order it to arrive with the made to measure stuff." Paula finishes up wrapping the tape measure gently over her shoulders. "So what is it we are going for then ladies."

"The red velvet suit, with a white button up. The shoulder to floor white dress with these earrings and these heels. And then this suit here, and this coat."

"Perfect I will get it put through the till." Paula walks off to the counter to get it ready for payment as I once again hold my hand out to Wanda as she steps off the stand. She instinctively links our arms together as we both walk on time over to the counter. Paula walks back to us holding the coat in her hands, which Wanda takes putting it on herself. She double checks what she looks like in the mirror, then turns to me for my opinion but when she see my lip between my teeth she knows my answer so turns back to Paula nodding and handing the coat back.

"So which one do you want to wear this Friday princess?"

"Still the red one." I nod as I turn to Paula.

"Can we put a rush on the red suit. We need it for Friday if that's possible? I know it's Tuesday already…."

"We can put a rush on it, it will be ready for Friday morning where you can collect it from us."

"Perfect."

"Okay so the three outfits, accessories, shoes and coat all come to a total of…"

"I don't need to know, that's okay, just set up the card machine." Paula's eyes flick between me and Wanda and I can feel Wanda's eyes burning a hole in the side of my head.

"Okay, uh, well it should be ready for you." I swipe and sign and soon enough Paula hands over the receipt which I hand to Wanda. She immediately looks at the total price biting her lip a little.

"See I didn't want you to know because you might have said no, so now you have 3 new outfits for plenty of occasions and there isn't a thing you can do to stop me." Wanda just nods as her eyes scan the bit of paper over each individual price, while I grab the bag with the coat in it.

"Oh so your a sugar mama. Damn I really should turn to women." Wanda smiles up at Paula and I'm thankful for the topic change.

"You definitely should. It changes everything."

"Well you two lovely ladies enjoy the rest of your week and I will see you Friday when you come to collect the suit." She holds out her hand and we both give her a handshake before we turn to exit the shop. I wrap my arm around Wanda's sounders pulling her close to me.

"You okay princess?" I check in knowing her brain is going over the amount of money I just spent on her.

"I'm good. I'm okay. It's just something I'm going to have to get used to."

"It will take time, but like I said before you now have three new outfits and we don't have to do this again in a long while if it makes you more comfortable."

"Thank you Y/n. I mean it. I love you"

"I love you too Princess. Anywhere else you want to go?" I look down at her smirking when I see her lip gently between her teeth her pupils dilated so I change my question. "Yours or mine?"

"Mine."

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