#i don’t want you to make or his forbid buy me dinner

[whimsyprinx]

If I tell my household I don’t want to do anything for my birthday they’ll get upset and interrogate me and I don’t know how to explain to them I simply don’t want them to do anything for my birthday because I don’t want it held over my head another year and that nothing they could do would make it a happy birthday

[ariseur]

What's your Vergil Sparda headcanons sfw and nsfw (you don't have to make this one if you don't want it) :)

vergil (n)sfw hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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omg why did it take me so long just to do simple headcanons 😭😭

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some curse words, spoilers for vergil lore in general, spoilers for mission 08 and so forth in dmc5, nsfw is labelled before written so read at your own discretion!!

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❥ sooo, in deep contrast to his twin brother, all know vergil is super serious

❥ i mean, if you spent a bunch of your time in hell, wouldn’t it take a toll on you too???

❥ because of what’s happened to vergil, it’ll be really difficult to actually get through to him

❥ even just small talk or simple touches are uncomfortable for him at the beginning

❥ and in order for him to trust you, you gotta be super persistent to actually stick with him

❥ i feel like vergils too stubborn for things like therapy, i don’t feel like he’d like to admit he needs help

❥ he’d probably keep going until he he overexerts himself or snaps, which would probably take a while considering he can endure a lot before giving in

❥ once you guys are actually together though, you’re essentially one step further to getting to the center of vergil because it means you’ve already broken down some of his walls

❥ vergils the type of guy to love silently, and maybe more distantly than a normal person would love

❥ but whoever said he was a normal person?

❥ he doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings, so he takes up avoiding you as his own way in hopes that you’ll come to him

❥ you walk into a room? he walks out

❥ you sit next to him? he’ll keep his nose buried in a book or his work in hopes that you’ll ‘pester’ him

❥ don’t let his feigned annoyance fool you, he prays for you to approach him

❥ by no means is vergil shy, but when you spend so many years in hell.. you kinda lack social cues

❥ he obviously know what love is, he’s not clueless, but it feels different when it comes to you

❥ it almost feels foreign

❥ vergil loves showing off that your his and he’s yours, he’ll buy you a pendant with a blue gem or something with his name engraved in it

❥ if you whine enough, he’ll ‘give in’ (he’s just acting tough) and read to you at night ‘begrudgingly’

❥ if you read too, he’ll curtly leave a book that he think you’ll like on your nightstand when he comes home

❥ if you eat dinner at the table, he’ll have you sit next to him so he can lock ankles with you or link your pinkies under the table

❥ other than that, vergil’s not rlly into pda?

❥ if anything, he’ll stand next to you or sit close enough to where your legs or thighs touch. that’s kinda like his ver. of pda 😭

❥ if you get along with nero or if maybe v saw how you got along with him before you knew he was vergil, even if he treats nero as a pest, it somewhat confuses him?

❥ maybe even almost upsets him??

❥ it just gives him a glimpse on what he could’ve had, and i guess it somewhat creates a dull ache within him knowing he could’ve been a present figure in nero’s life with you

❥ def an early bird, the type of dude to kiss your forehead before he leaves in the morning because he know you won’t wake up to see him before he goes

❥ ugh just imagine vergil staring down at you for a minute, contemplating his decisions while looking at your serene form before leaning down and placing a feather light kiss to your forehead so as to not wake you up

❥ i need to be contained

❥ he wouldn’t let you see it but he sometimes cracks a smile at just the thought of doing mundane activities, even if they’re such small tasks, he still cherishes the thought of a small life with you even if he’s married to his work

❥ but god forbid you’re around dante though, and if you’re playful n teasing like him?? vergil will never hear the end of dante’s irritating tales told to you of when they were children

❥ it probably ends up with yamato pressed against dante’s throat but it’s all brotherly fun guys don’t worry

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the familiar coos sung by the mourning doves fell deaf on VERGIL’s ears, only picking up your soft breaths as your chest rose up and down with each one you took. he couldn’t help but admire how comfortable you looked in your sleep—with your lips parted slightly and hair splayed out messily as it stayed trapped under you.

he cocked his head in bemusement at the sight of golden rays dancing on you collarbone, tinting the skin with the early sun of dawn. he was surprised you hadn’t woken up yet, considering the golden hue beamed along your face as well. one upside of getting to work early was seeing your peaceful face in the mornings. vergil studied your face as if he’d never see it again, and in a way, not seeing you again was very possible. due to being a devil hunter, risks were high. but vergil couldn’t bear the thought of doing that to you. he studied your face so carefully, eyes roaming across your skin to commit every single one of your features to memory.

his eyes of silver, once crinkled in pain and alone, now looked at you curiously as they caught every glimpse of you. the way your eyebrows furrowed when your mind swirled with its own concoction of your dreams, the way you changed positions to search for what he could only assume was the cold part of the pillow.

he felt his heartbeat quicken as he watched you stir in your sleep, turning your head over and allowing another angle of your beauty to be silently worshipped by your lover.

as he leaned down, he made sure to bend at the waist in order to make limited noise, cursing the material of his coat scrunching and making a slight sound as it crinkled. and as his lips connected with your forehead, he reveled in the smell of your shampoo from your shower that you took last night as he closed his eyes, holding his lips there in a feather light kiss.

then, just as quickly as they had been placed—his lips left your forehead as he began to exit the bedroom, taking one last glance at your resting form before he quietly closed the door.

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NSFW BELOW ꨄ︎

❥ i know i just wrote that cute ass blurb but now that we’re talking nsfw, vergil is def a quick learner

❥ obviously it’ll take a while to initiate intimacy, and as aforementioned—even just hand holding takes a while for him to digest

❥ but shit, this man has stamina for days

❥ being half a demon definitely doesn’t help, but vergil can actually go so long in the sheets w you 😭

❥ he’ll be awkward at first, unsure of what to do but once you guide him and reassure him that it’s okay to touch you, you just unlocked smth else in him omg

❥ his libido isn’t very high, but on the days that you guys do get intimate, he can last a while

❥ he’ll assure that you both are satisfied by the end of it, likes to know that you’ve finished before him at least once

❥ if you’ve gotten really bratty or you’ve gotten him really into it, you might feel him borderline triggering as his claws dig into your hips a little more and his groans get more guttural

❥ sorry guys—this man will not bottom or be any sort of submissive, and if he does, you will need to be in a committed relationship for at least a year or two

❥ he def has control issues

❥ in terms of talking dirty, he still holds that sharp precise tone when he speaks

❥ i don’t feel like hes much a degrading guy? maybe more possessive talk if anything

❥ this man doesn’t cuss often, but occasionally if you clench around him, he’ll let out a small huff of, “shit.” even if it’s barely audible

❥ i think maybe he teases you a bit, enough just to get you hot and bothered so you’ll be writhing underneath him

❥ being half-demon gives him some package guys, trust

❥ vergil’s lengthier, a small sensitive vein on the underside of him that you could use to your advantage on the off chance you suck him off

❥ when vergils in a certain mood, he’ll kiss on your skin (another form of teasing) and murmurs praises of how divine you look

❥ he loves the way your hands grip at the sheets, or the way they rush to your mouth as you try to cover up those pretty sounds while he’s giving you pleasure—no matter how many times he tells you to let them slip out

❥ not a big fan of marks, either on him or you. he still has to go outside and so do you, he’d probably be pretty embarrassed if someone saw them and questioned what happened

❥ unlike dante, vergil is pretty quiet about his love and sex life, he likes to keep it pretty tame and under wraps

❥ prefers to make it intimate rather than a quick fuck, he wants you to feel every ounce of love in his movements—whether it’s with his tongue, hands, or just his length

❥ he likes to drag it out too, i’m not talking quickies, i’m talking about full on ‘love making’ sessions (yes, he’ll refer to them as that most of the time)

❥ like i said, he wants you to feel every last bit of it with his body, unless you want him to spew some poetry out of the blue expressing his feelings—he can’t express them with regular words for shit

❥ he wants you to see what you’re doing to him, how you affect him, what you mean to him is more important than anything

[rollingsins]

all hers, part ii

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary: your dad forbids you from sleeping over at Tara’s house. she comes and takes what’s hers. 

warnings: (+18), ghostface!tara, possessive behavior, strap-on sex, rough sex, pussy-eating. 

word count: 2.1k 

a/n: for anon, who requested rough sex with ghostface!tara. let me know what you think, requests are wide open for gf!tara always ;) 

It had been weeks. 

The murders went unsolved. You attended the memorials, tried to pretend like the reason for their deaths wasn’t sitting right beside you, holding your hand. 

It was twisted and sick, but you couldn’t turn her in. She loved you, and you loved her. 

Not much had changed. She played the part of the perfect girlfriend so well. You barely spent any time apart these days. She’d drive you to school in the mornings, buy you breakfast. She’d walk you to class, carry your textbooks. Make-out in the tool shed behind the bleachers if you had a little free time between periods. 

And then you went home with her. Her mom was never there so you had the place to yourselves. You cooked dinner together, watched movies, and fell asleep together. 

And then you’d wake up and do it all over again. 

You didn’t speak about the killings. You’d made Tara promise she wouldn’t hurt anyone else. You promised you wouldn’t give her a reason to and she’d agreed. You didn’t strike up conversation with anyone, avoided making new friends. Things were perfect as they were. 

You didn’t want to give Tara a reason to kill anybody else. 

Except for tonight. Your dad had demanded your presence at dinner: you hadn’t seen him, or your mom in days. You were busy with school, was your excuse. In actuality, you were too busy with Tara. You’d gotten used to playing house with her. You didn’t like the idea of her all alone in that huge house. 

You push your peas around your plate. Look down as your phone buzzes. 

are you done yet? miss you? :( 

“No phones at the table.” Snaps your father. He’s looking at you funny. Angrier than usual, like he has something to say. As you drop your phone to the table, he lets loose.  

“That girl isn’t good for you.” He starts, shoveling food into his mouth. “You spend all your time with her. You used to play sports. You used to have friends” 

“I have friends.” You say, defensively. It’s not true. You don’t, not anymore. 

“I don’t want you spending all your time with her.” He continues. “You can see her on weekends. Weeknights, you stay here.” 

Your heart sinks. 

“Dad-“ 

“I don’t want any arguments.” He says, pointing his fork at you like it’s a threat. 

“I’m eighteen, Dad, you can’t tell me what to do-”

He slams his beer glass onto the table. It shakes slightly. You stare back startled. 

“As long as you live under my roof, you abide by my rules.” 

And that’s the end of it. 

You pace back and forth in your bedroom, staring down at your phone. Tara’s calling, again. You bite your lip, unsure of what to say. Unsure of how she’ll take it. 

“Hey babe.” You say. 

“YN.” She says. She sounds antsy, like she’s been waiting for you, “Where are you?” 

“I can’t come tonight.” 

“What?” 

“My dads being a total dick.” You say, “He says I can only stay over on weekends from now on.” 

Silence. You chew your lip, hoping she’s not too angry. 

“Sorry baby.” You say. “It’s Friday tomorrow though, I’ll make it up to you.” 

“Sneak out.” She suggests. You shake your head. 

“It’s just one night, Tara. Pick me up tomorrow for school?”

She’s gone quiet again. You sigh. 

“Love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

And you hang up. 

Sleeping in your own bed is strange after so long spent in Tara’s. You miss the warmth of her body, the protective arm she always looped around your waist as she slept. Sometimes it was harder for you to fall asleep, but she’d always be there, rubbing your back to calm you down. Pressing sleepy kisses to your forehead. 

You turn onto your side, trying to clear your mind. You imagine Tara’s face, her smile. You’ll cook her something tomorrow night, you think, something special. Maybe even sneak a bottle from your Dad’s wine collection to make it more romantic. At the thought of her sitting opposite you, sipping on a glass of red wine, you start to doze off. 

You don’t hear the crack of your window opening, nor do you hear the scuffle of someone kicking their shoes off. 

You don’t hear much of anything, until someone is slipping in behind you, grabbing your waist and pressing their hand over your mouth. 

Your eyes fly open. You gasp, struggle against the body behind you. A familiar voice whispers in your ear. 

“Shhh, baby.” It’s Tara. She grabs your waist, hard, tugs you into her. “It’s me.” 

She presses a warm kiss to your neck, drops her hand from your mouth. You relax slightly, turn in her arms. 

“What are you doing here?” Your head “if my dad finds out-“

In the glint of the moonlight, her eyes flash. 

“Nobody keeps you from me.” She says. Her lips are hot against your jaw, “Remember? You know the things I do to people who try to take you away from me.” 

Menacing. Her eyes glint. Your stomach drops. 

“Tara-“ 

“Now I’m trying. I’m trying to be good for you, baby. You know that. Like I promised. But you’re going to have to work with me.” 

She slips her hands into your underwear. You gasp as her fingers grip you possessively. 

“You’re mine. This pussy is mine. I want you in my bed every single night, do you understand me?” 

She circles your clit. Nips at your bottom lip. You groan. 

“Baby- I can’t just-“ 

“In my bed.” She repeats. “Every night.”

“But Tara-“ 

She bites down hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Her spare hand works up your shirt, she takes one of your breasts in hand. Works her fingers around a nipple. 

“Every night you’re not there, I’m going to sneak into your bedroom and fuck you so hard it’ll give your Dad nightmares. Understand?” 

You nod, slowly. 

“Good girl.” She smiles. Licks the blood off your lip. “Now take off your clothes.” 

You don’t have to be asked twice. Arousal flushes through you at the look in her eyes. Hungry, like she’s about to devour you. You tug your shorts down your legs, lift your t-shirt over your head. 

It’s not quick enough for her. She rips your shorts away, licking her lips as she looks down at your naked body. 

“Tara,” You say as she fumbles with her own zipper, tugging her jeans down to her legs, “Baby. We have to be quiet. Please.” 

Tara dips down, kisses you softly. 

“That’s up to you, sweetheart,” She says, voice low, “You’re the one who's going to be making all the noise. I promise.” 

Then you feel it. Hard, plastic against your stomach as she slips her underwear off. She’s brought the strap on. 

“Fuck.” You moan. She kisses you hard. Takes off her shirt. Before your gaze can linger, she’s flipping you onto your hands and knees. 

She trails kisses down your back. Your heart thrums. Your parents are asleep, you think. You hope. Your head falls forward, mouth open as you feel Tara’s tongue against your entrance. 

You bite your lip. She’s quick, languid kisses and long licks as she readies you for her. You’re already embarrassing wet, sticky syrup against her lips. She presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, then aligns her hips with yours. 

You groan as she sinks the head inside you. Her hands hold your hips in place, grabbing hard so you can’t run from her. You can hear the soft sounds of your Dad snoring across the hall. You bite your lip, try to stay quiet.

She’s pushing your face down into the mattress as she pushes into you. Hard, quick, needy. Little gasps emerge from your lips before you can stop them as she takes you. Her hands are rough on your hips. She smacks your backside, hard enough you feel yourself flush red. 

It hurts a little. Her hands are in your hair, tugging your face up. She doesn’t allow you anytime to get used to the thickness of the dildo, ruts into you steadily, building up a pace. 

She drapes herself across you, takes your earlobe between her teeth. The dildo sinks deeper inside you, you can feel her breasts on your back. You let out a long moan before you can stop yourself. 

“You like that, baby?” She growls in your ear. “You like being on your hands and knees? Taking me like a good girl?” 

She smacks your ass again for good measure. You whimper as she takes your hips in her hands again and begins to drill into you. 

Hard wet sounds of your skin slapping against hers. She’s panting, groaning, grabbing your ass. You can tell how turned on she is. It makes you even wetter. You swallow your own moans, trying not to be too loud. The mattress squeaks. Tara thrusts a final time, sinking so deep into you you almost squeal. 

Then she’s sliding herself out of you. 

Immediately you miss her, turn your head to try to claw her back in. 

She pulls hard on your legs so you fall onto your stomach. Then, she’s flipping you onto you back, spreading your legs as wide as they’ll go. Lustful eyes look down on you. She licks her lips as she eyes your swollen cunt, dripping with arousal. 

“My pretty girl.” She murmurs, dipping down to taste you. You whine, fingers immediately threading through her hair, trying to keep her in place. She’s only there for a moment before she’s drawing herself back up, and pulling your legs over her shoulders. 

She lines her hips to yours once again, and then she’s sinking deep into you, mating press style. Her favorite position. It might be yours too, you think as you feel the tip of the cock brush your cervix. You sigh, lock eyes with her. Her pretty red lips look so kissable, you can’t resist. You lock your arms around her neck, trying to keep her close. 

“Tara.” You whine as she moves her hips. Slowly now, just teasing. “Baby.” 

She presses kisses down your jaw. 

“Yes, baby girl?” She asks. Her eyes glint playfully. 

“Please fuck me.” You whimper. Her eyes flash with arousal. She thrusts hard, once. 

“Like that?” She asks. 

“Yes, please, just like that.” Your fingers grip white on her shoulders. 

“You want it hard?” She asks. You nod desperately. Try to tilt your hips closer into her. 

“Tell me what you’re going to do from now on.” She presses another kiss to your lips. “Tell me whose bed you’ll be in every night.” 

“Your bed.” You gasp. “Every night.” 

“That’s right.” She says. Her arms wrap around your thighs. Another hard thrust. You can’t stop the groan that slips from your lips. “You’re my pretty girl. You belong to me. You understand?” 

You nod wildly. She’s smirking, draws her hips back again. Thrusts gently. You whine. 

“Good girl.” She presses you down into the mattress, her full weight on top of you. A final hot kiss to your lips before she draws her hips back once more and lets loose on you. 

You cry out, clutching her tight as she pounds down into you. Merciless, white heat draws deep in your belly as she thrusts into you. 

She’s moaning with you this time. Squeezing your legs tight as she pummels herself into you. It’s hard and rough, she’s merciless. You whine, entire body flushing as she fucks you to the edge. 

“Cum for me, baby.” She’s murmuring and your eyes flutter closed. You groan as your orgasm washes through you, as hot and fast as her thrusts. You feel her body seize against you as she cums too, with a quiet whine and heavy thrust. She collapses into you. You catch your breath, holding her. Both boneless. 

Your heart pounds, your pussy throbs pleasantly. After a moment, she slides out of you, pulling the strap-on harness off herself. Your breathing evens out as she settles in behind you and takes you in her arms. Presses a protective kiss to your neck as she entwines herself with you. 

You listen carefully. Can’t hear your dad snoring anymore. 

“Do you think we woke him?” You ask Tara. 

“I hope so.” Tara says. The edge is back in her voice. She nips at your neck with her teeth. “I hope he heard me making you mine. Knowing exactly what I’ll be doing to his daughter every night she’s in my bed.” 

Your heart thrums. Stomach flips at the vulgarity of her words. 

A loud snore sounds from across the hallway. You sigh in relief. 

“Hmm.” Tara says. She sounds a little disappointed. “I’ll just have to fuck you harder, next time.”

Next part

[writing-fanics]

. wild uncharted waters .

Prince Eric x Fem!Reader

  [Chapter Four: What His Heart Wants ]

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Gabriella smiled happily, as she handed a woman a bracelet that she wanted to buy from the stand. “Here you go, have a nice day.” She said, smiling as she took the change from the woman and placed it inside a box.

Letting out a sigh, she turned towards her little sister who sat there not even paying attention. Her smile faltered, as she looked at her little sister seeing her so upset. She wished, that their mother was still here she’d know what to do and say to help her feel better but she’s gone. Leaving, Gabriella to take care of her little sister even though she was grown she knew that her little sister still needed her. 

“Hey, cheer up.” She said, gently nudging her little sister.

“Just once, forget about him.” She said, trying to make her feel better, but [Y/n] just looked down at her hands. “Listen, I know what it feels like trust me.. It hurts so much,” Gabriella said, placing her hand on [Y/n]’s shoulder, “But as time moves on so do you,” She said, and reached down taking sister’s hand. 

“Now, I forbid you to think of him anymore today. Cause if you do, I won’t make your favorite food for dinner.” She said, causing a smile to grow across, [Y/n]’s lips. “Okay.” She said, looking towards her sister, smiling. 

As time went on the two of you sold more and more bracelets, and everything seemed alright until. [Y/n] looked up seeing, the girl from Eric’s study looking at the bracelets curiously. Picking one up and admiring it in awe, “Pretty isn’t it my sister Y/n, made all these by hand.” Gabriella said, causing her sister to look over at her embarrassed. 

“Sadly, I must’ve lost it during the wreck.” She said, looking at him sadly. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He said, and she shook her head, and looked up at him giving him a warm smile. Gabriella looked between the two, noticing the look of longing in their eyes as they briefly stared at each other. 

‘Just kiss already.’ 

Gabriella refrained from shouting as she looked back towards the girl, only to find that she had wandered off again. "Where'd she go?" she asked, to which Eric looked around and quickly reached into his pocket to pull out change. "It's okay, call it a gift," [Y/n] said, smiling at him. "Are you sure?" he asked, looking at her. She nodded in response.

As Eric went to find Ariel, Gabriella turned towards her sister, who was staring down at her lap, hands gripping her dress. She missed seeing her sister smile and laugh, as her smiles now seemed forced and her laughter hollow. While Eric walked away, he could've sworn he saw a single tear fall from [Y/n]'s eye.

“Okay, thats enough.” Gabriella said, looking over at her sister, “You, need to tell him your feelings.” She said, and [Y/n] looked at her and shook her head, “So what, you’re going to let yourself be miserable the rest of your life?” She asked, and her sister just looked at her confused. 

“Y/n, didn’t you see the way he was looking at you?” She asked, and her sister sighed in annoyance just wanting this day to end. Placing both hands on her shoulders, Gabriella started to shake her, “Listen to me! Stop this sulking nonsense tell him how you feel and if you don’t I swear to god. I’ll never forgive you.” She said, causing her sister to look at her annoyed. 

“Don’t make the same mistake I did.” She said, sadly. [Y/n] looked at her sister and sighed, “Alright.. Fine, I-I’ll tell him tonight.” [Y/n] said, looking at him causing her sister to smile. 

»»———-Later That Night———-««

She looked out at the ocean, hugging her knees to her chest. “What brings you out here?” A voice said, being her causing her to turn around and see Eric. “Thinking.” She said, turning back to look at the ocean once more. “You?” She asked as he sat down beside her, “Same thing.” He said, a smile grew across their lips as they turned to look at each other. 

She gently nudged him, “Well, we shall think together.” She said, and he looked at her. So the two talked about childhood memories on that beach, ones that were both funny and sad. Moments from the past couple of years they’d never forget. 

“Oh, how could I ever forget that.” She laughed, as the two reminisced on younger years long since passed. They stared at each other for a moment; before briefly looking away. “Ah, so favorite memory?” He asked, looking at her and she smiled warmly. 

“My sixteenth birthday, my favorite memory, that day I’d never forget it was the best day of my entire life. Dancing in the marketplace, going on a boat ride, and you giving me the necklace.” She said, looking at him, “Those moments I’ll never forget.” She said, and he smiled looking at her, “Me too.” He said, looking at her and making her heart skip a beat. 

‘Here we go.’ 

Taking a deep breath in as she finally worked up the courage, “Eric,” She said, and sighed looking away for a moment, to calm her nerves. Her heart was pounding against her chest as she fought to get the words out.

“I..have feelings for you.” She said, finally after so long it’s as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

But it wasn’t over yet, “I-I have for a while now, i love how kind and compassionate you’re. I also love your adventurous side and your love for the ocean.” She said, looking down at her hands her face bright red as she waited for him to say something.

 Silence fell around them and she bit her lip nervously, waiting for an answer. “I-I need some time to think,” He said, and she looked up at him. “Um, okay.” She said, standing to her feet, it wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear but it was better than him saying nothing.

 As she said goodbye and walked away, Eric was left alone on the beach lost in thought. He sat there, gazing out at the ocean, trying to process the fact that [Y/n] had just confessed her feelings for him.

This moment was overwhelming for Eric as he had been searching for the mystery girl, Ariel, for days, not realizing that she was right in front of him. On top of that, his best friend [Y/n] now also had feelings for him, which he had assumed were not mutual. Eric felt conflicted and unsure of what to do next. 

Although Eric couldn't deny his feelings for Ariel, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. His connection with Ariel was based on their mutual interests, but his bond with [Y/n] was much deeper, having grown up together and gone on countless voyages.

They explored the sea and discovered new islands together, building a lifetime of memories. Despite his realization that his heart truly yearned for [Y/n], who was currently moving away from him, he didn't hesitate to stand up and follow her.

“Ah, ah Ah, ah Ah, ah” 

Eric followed the voice, for a bit until he stopped by some jagged rocks by the shore. Just as he was about to turn back, he noticed someone in the corner of his eye. Sitting on one of the rocks, in the water, he turned towards her and she turned to look back at him. As they stared at each other, she smiled as a hint of gold glowed in his eyes

[vegetable-man]

Eddie, By the Book

A/N: You guys are so sexy for 100+ notes on my first ever fic. Come kiss me on the lips fr. I love a blue collar man. Eddie is a Mechanic because that’s so sexy why not. The kids are in their senior year of high school, if that helps with timeline. Eddie has been a mechanic for about 3 years and he’s pretty good at it. Wayne taught my boy. Enjoy :) ***inspired by buck meeks’ joe by the book*** 

Eddie, By the Book

For his eighteenth birthday, Lucas Sinclair bought a new car.

Well, it wasn’t new persay, but it was enough to make him puff up his chest when he would drive Max to and from school or pick her up for a dinner date. It didn’t matter that the engine shook when the temperature was below 45 degrees… right? God forbid he would have to send it to Hawkins’ only mechanic and get charged more than it was worth to fix it.

That’s what went through Lucas’ mind as he drove slowly through the streets of Hawkins.

Now, you might ask where he was going, and he would tell you that he was going to the mechanic anyway. But, with three passengers Dustin, Will, and Mike, it wouldn’t be such a plausible story. The truth was that he and his best friends were going to meet up with Max and Eleven to watch the new space invaders. It was embarrassing that he was now stranded with a stalled car.

“What the fuck are we going to do now?” Mike muttered and kicked the back wheel.

“I don’t know man, maybe we can ask El to ask Hopper to pick us up?” Lucas was trying to solve the problem before Mike blew up at him.

“No, that’s embarrassing Lucas! You know what, maybe, we should call your mom and ask her to drop us off”

“We can’t do that”

“Yes we can Lucas, and I’m going to call her right now” Mike opened the backseat door to grab his cinderblock telephone, courtesy of El who wanted to make sure he could always answer her calls even when he was out.

Lucas beat him to it and slammed the door shut before Mike could reach for the phone next to Will who seemed entirely unbothered.

“If we call my mom I’ll never hear the end of it. We can’t call her, she told me not to buy the car Mike! Just because you’re going to miss making out with-“

“Yeah Lucas! I’m going to miss making out with my GIRLFRIEND who actually likes me. You’re not missing anything with Max. You should get paid to waste my time because you’re pretty fucking good at it-“

“Guys, guys, GUYS!” Dustin interrupted. “I have an idea.” Looking at both Mike and Lucas in the eyes as they calmed down to pay attention to him, Dustin spoke “we can push it down to the Auto shop and have Eddie take a look”

Lucas interrupted “listen man, I don’t have the money to be spending on getting this shit fixed, honestly, let’s call El and she can move it with her-“

“Yeah you would use my girlfriend to fix your problems. When do you ever-“

And they went at it again.

Five minutes later, Lucas realized he had no choice but to push it four miles down the road to the Auto shop where Eddie worked. It was embarrassing directing a four-man crew to push his car through Hawkins.

“Yank the wheel Will, make sure it’s in Neutral!” Dustin yelled.

Will responded with a silent thumbs up extended out the driver’s side window.

As the three boys pushed the car, and Will drove it, Dustin reassured Lucas that Eddie could fix his car for less than he paid for it.

“No seriously Lucas, he’s by the book, he fixed Y/N’s Cadillac a while back and he didn’t even charge her for it. Lent her a car in the meantime and everything”

“Dustin, we’re missing something here” Lucas stopped pushing to look at Dustin “He’s not in love with me”

Dustin laughed “yeah well obviously, he’s not gonna do your shit for free, I’m just saying”

Lucas sighed.

….

Two years ago

While you recently enrolled in a local college, slowly getting a degree part-time, Eddie had been working at Riley’s Auto Shop for a year and a half. It was an easy hire when he finally graduated high school. Wayne knew a guy, who knew a guy sorta thing. Truth was, Eddie was a master at working with his hands. Back when he got his first car, the van he oh so loved, he almost took the entire thing apart just to put it back together again.

When you asked what he was doing, he said, “I need to see behind the curtain sweetheart, what am I gonna do when this thing blows up?”

And he was right. Not so much as two months later, the transmission blew. Luckily, Eddie (with a little help from Wayne) quickly figured out how to fix it and got his baby back on the road in less than a day. It was an ego booster in the way that Eddie hadn’t known, apart from you of course, and he then became the trailer park’s own mechanic.

That’s why, when your car was making a humming noise before almost-not starting, you went crying to Eddie.

Of course, this was an overstatement, even if you did have tears in your eyes when you pulled up to the shop.

The crunch of your tires on the cracked asphalt alerted Eddie that a new customer was pulling in. He thought that it was probably some teenager coming in to get their oil changed or a new inspection, rolling his eyes and coming out from underneath a BMW which needed an electrical fix.

Wiping his hands on a nearby rag, Eddie walked a bit out of the garage to see that it was, in fact, you in the parking lot. Eddie immediately smiled and waved, happy to see his best friend, a girl he had been in love with since the fourth grade, visiting him at work. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. You had brought him lunch so many times before that Eddie thought he had swooned more than any man had ever on the history of earth.

His smile faltered as he saw you, red-rimmed eyes, step out of the car and towards him.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He opened his arms to hug you and despite the black oil stains on his white tank top, you fell into his embrace.

With your head against the upper right side of his chest, tucked between his chin and shoulder, you sniffed “something’s wrong with my car teddy.”

He looked down at you on his chest and squeezed your waist “well, that’s not a problem you know I can fix it for you.” He tried to send you a soft smile to reassure you, tilting his head down but he couldn’t reach your eyes.

After a bit of silence, and you soaking up the small caresses that Eddie was dragging across your back and up and down your arms, Eddie tried to crack you again “what’s wrong bub, why are you so upset?”

Eddie always knew how to slip through the walls, and he knew he hit a nerve when he could feel your shoulders shake and head bury further into the tendrils of hair fallen out of his bun.

“I have a test tomorrow,” you choked “and I’m trying to study but I’m stressed about my car and I’m not even going to be able to drive to school tomorrow. Teddy, I’m just frustrated and embarrassed.”

“Why are you embarrassed?” He asked, confused.

“I don’t know, I just am.”

Without missing a beat, Eddie said “Take my car”

“Huh?”

“Honey, take my car, and I’ll figure out what’s wrong with your little monster” Eddie was soothing and his big hands were keeping your shoulders and waist close to his torso. You could smell the sweat and feel the vibrations of his low tone as he tried to save you some grief.

“No Eddie, I can’t” you breathed “If I can make-“

“What am I if I can’t fix your problems Y/N?” Eddie had always felt his responsibility to take on a portion of the burdens that you faced, even when he knew you were more than equipped to handle them. It made him feel useful, it made him feel like a man. Something that his father tried so hard to take away from him when he was a kid. Eddie wanted to care for you, he wanted to show you he could be there and provide for you. That if you were in a pinch, you wouldn’t panic because you knew ‘Eddie’s coming to fix it’.

With a kiss to your temple, Eddie dug his car keys out of his work pants pocket and handed them to you.

“Go home, eat something, study, and come back tomorrow. I’ll have this all figured out okay?” Eddie looked at you in the eyes as you sniffled and then kissed his cheek.

“Okay, but if you can’t fix it tonight it’s okay I promise, and tell me how much-“

“Go home sweetheart” he chided.

“Okay, love you”

“I love you too”

Eddies heart always raced when you said that. As much as he was in love with you, and he knew you were in love with him, he felt it necessary to prove to you he could be good for you before he officially asked you out.

As if he hadn’t been proving that since the fourth grade.

…

“Apparently it was a really hard job but he got it done for her in less than a day. I swear Lucas if there’s anyone who can fix this for you its Eddie.”

The four boys, and beat up car, were less than a mile away from the auto shop and, conveniently, outside of a gas station. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will stopped in to get some drinks and snacks and cool off before going back outside and finishing the hike.

Sitting under the air conditioning unit, the boys couldn’t be bothered to look up when the doorbell rang to signal an incoming customer.

If they didn’t see him, they sure as hell heard him “Thirty on four please.”

As if they were stranded in a desert hearing the drip of water, all the boys head’s snapped up to see Eddie’s form retreating out of the gas station to the pump to fill a dark green Cadillac.

“EDDIE! EDDIE!” They yelled.

Eddie almost dropped the large Smartfood bag and blue slushy as he tried to place it in the car and looked up to see four teenagers, no, young men, barreling toward him.

“Eddie!” Lucas breathed heavily. “I need-“

Dustin interrupted him “Lucas’ deadbeat car stalled and we’re late for a movie and listen, morale is low”

Eddie chuckled and looked around to find Lucas’ tan, minus the rust, car sitting on the side of the road. “Did you…. Push it all the way here?” Eddie inspected the young men’s sweaty shirts and damp hair.

Yeah, they pushed it all the way here.

Before they could answer, Eddie winced and shook his head. “Just get in the car.” They sighed in relief and went to open the doors “WAIT” Eddie yelled “this is the missus’ car, I don’t want to see a spec of dust or sweat or anything. Don’t eat in the car and don’t spill anything either.” He looked around at the four boys who vehemently nodded. “Okay, get in”

Eddie filled up the green Cadillac and then took off to the auto shop. It was not even a five minute drive, but nevertheless a thirty minute push from where Lucas’ car stood.

Pulling up to the auto shop, Dustin saw that Eddie was the only mechanic on shift. Metal was lowly playing on the radio. Weekends were pretty slow anyway, and Eddie liked to take it slow when he could. Getting out of the car with their snacks and drinks in tow, Eddie included, the five of them entered the air-conditioned office of the auto shop.

From a small window, Dustin could see you, head in one hand and pencil in the other. You looked to be concentrating on something, almost frustrated as you massaged your forehead and dropped your pencil to close your eyes and sigh. Eddie gently opened the door with his elbow, and walked into the lit room. You turned your head to look at Eddie and caught the eyes of the four boys. With an enthusiastic wave you smiled and then turned to Eddie, smile growing brighter at the sight of the popcorn and slushy in his hands.

He gently pecked you on the lips and placed the food and drink on the table with your papers. In lieu of holding the goods, his hands massaged your shoulders and he spoke to you softly.

Dustin could not catch the words he was saying to you. Probably something about how he now had another car to fix or that he wanted some slushy, Dustin had no idea.

Giving Eddie another kiss and a squeeze of his hand you turned back to the paper and Eddie left the room. He quietly closed the door and cleared his throat at the boys gawking at him.

“I’m gonna get the truck to tow your car,” he spoke directly to Lucas and then turned to the group entire “do not bother Y/N, she’s busy with homework, you can eat in the main office.”

Although the boys would have liked to talk to you for a bit, not having much time since you recently enrolled full time in your university, they respected the man who was going to fix Lucas’ car and, ultimately, get them to the movies. If Eddie said you were busy, you might as well have been drafting letters to the Pope.

If Lucas wanted to leave with his wallet intact, he would respect your space and Eddie’s commands.

Within five minutes, Eddie’s work truck was bounding down the road with Lucas’ car in tow. In another twenty minutes Eddie had diagnosed the car with a faulty fuel line and then immediately went to the car yard to get the part and patch the sucker up.

It took Eddie about forty minutes to fix the problem.

Lucas felt like he was floating, but then again, maybe it was his wallet from the bill Eddie was going to give him.

Lucas winced as Eddie wiped his hands on his work pants and timidly asked “How much Eddie?”

Eddie pretended to think, counting on his fingers and then suddenly looking at Lucas.

“Free”

“What?”

“Free, go to dinner or something.” Eddie turned towards the office.

“But-“

Eddie quickly interrupted, “Say hi to the girls for me!” and slammed the door of the office where you were still focused on the work in front of you.

Lucas looked around to the other three boys and quickly got into the car as if Eddie could change his mind at any moment. The boys were still outside the car, slowly moving towards the door when Lucas shouted a “LETS GO” and almost peeled out of the garage and towards the movie theaters to pick up the girls and, hopefully, make it up to them with some dinner.

Inside the office where you found yourself consumed by your homework, Eddie pulled up a chair next to you and leaned on your shoulder.

“That was so sexy” you poked at his thigh.

Eddie cheesed “who am I to get in the way of young love” leaning toward you and looking up into your eyes with the most love you’ve ever seen.

You gave a genuine belly laugh “you’re so stupid” you examined his face.

Eddie gave you a toothy smile and headbutted your shoulder as you picked up the pencil again and got back to work.

[kpopjust4u]

Disobeying royal orders.

Post Date: 6th October 2022 Content: Fluff/Angst - GOT7 Jackson x Reader  WC: 2K TW?: Royalty!Au/ Forbidden love/ Arranged marriage Request?: Yes

Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts: 4 - “You love me, don’t you?” 39 - “I can’t live without you” 50 - “For them, I’ll do anything”

“I refuse to marry a person I have no love for!” Jackson protests his parents, the king and queen. 

It had been on the cards for months that he’d marry someone of their choice, another princess of another kingdom but there was no way Jackson was going to fall into the expectations and the royal rules that you have to marry someone of royal descent. 

The royals look at each other with disgust at their son’s refusal to follow their orders, “Son, she’s a beautiful and young princess that’ll you share love with and have children with, who’ll take the throne after you,” the King sighs, keeping a stern tone of voice.

Jackson refuses to listen to them, attempting to march away from the dinner table, unable to look at their choice of bride for him that sat next to him and ignoring their attempts to call him back to the table.

Before completely leaving the room, Jackson grits his teeth together, looking back at the family who refuse to let him explore his happiness in someone else, “She is beautiful, but she will not be the mother of my children, she will not be my queen”. Then the huge doors slam hard behind him as he makes his way to his quarters. 

The king and queen apologise to their fellow royals, to the princess who almost fell sorry for Jackson, understanding it all too well herself to not want to marry someone purely for their status.

However, instead of going to his quarters, Jackson makes his way through the grounds, heading into the town that follows right outside their gold gates, which stand tall over the city, the castle towering over that even more. 

It didn’t take long for his mind and feet to get him right outside the shop that encased his real love, a commoner in the town who worked night and day for her parents. 

~

“My name’s Y/N,” you shyly announced, unable to comprehend how to act in front of the royal son standing right in front of you, leaning on the counter of your shop. 

The second he laid his eyes on you, he couldn’t picture anyone else in his life. And for what? He was a royal and you were a commoner, a nobody according to his parents who forbid him to fall in love with a village girl. 

“Y/N? Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman,” Jackson smiled, taking your hand into his to place a small kiss on the back of it and butterflies were set off in your stomach.

It was like love at first sight, though it felt wrong with your status differences. Neither of you could go about the day without thinking of the other.

“What brings a royal like you to come into a shop like this?” you asked with the utmost respectful tone on your face, though playfully with your facial expressions, your emotions of love for the royal taking over.

“I came in here to buy something, but now there’s something else I want instead,” he replied with a smirk, taking your hand once again but retracting at an extreme pace when his parents barge into the shop.

The royal’s faces turned into distaste at the sight of their son looking absolutely smitten by you, then turned to you with grimaces on their faces, “Prince Jackson, we have someone we’d like you to meet. Let’s leave this peasant to do her work like a good girl,” they scowled neat the end of their sentence, obviously being pathetic to emphasise his status compared to yours.

~

There you were, admiring the flower beds that cover the grounds outside the castle, and his heart stops for a brief moment. It was like you get prettier every time he sees you.

Kneeling down next to you, he picks a flower from a selection in the bed and places it in your hair which makes you jump at the initial contact, turning to see him smiling sweetly at you. 

At instinct, you get to your feet, bowing to the royal in front of you, rushed to stand up straight when he holds onto your shoulder, “There’s no need to do that, Y/N”.

Pink flushes your cheeks when your name rolls off his tongue too casually, apologising to him as you meet his gaze once more, unable to piece together words.

Jackson giggles at your reaction to his wanting of you to be casual towards him, absolutely despising the fact he’s a royal, to begin with.

Teasing slightly, he points to your cheeks and then to the flower in your hair, “Your cheeks match the colour of the flower, so pretty”.

You thought you were going to pass out on the spot, the prince was complimenting you? You?

“I’m sorry, Prince Jackson. But may I ask why you’re out here?” you politely ask as you resist the urge to sway like a schoolgirl whose crush is giving her the light of day.

“Please, just call me Jackson...” he insists, looking around whilst scratching the back of his head, the crown on his head glistening in the sunlight, “I don’t know why I came out here, but I’m glad I did”.

Urges overtake Jackson’s rational thoughts, his heart acts before his mind, taking your hand, pulling you close to him, as he looks down at you right at his feet, whispering, “I can’t help but think about you everyday”.

At his sudden confession to a silly little town girl like you, you feel your heart beating out of your chest at a rapid pace, knowing you felt the exact same way, though you shouldn’t.

In his grasp, Jackson could feel the slight shake in your hands, worried that he may be making you uncomfortable, “Are you okay, Y/N?”.

Unable to put a string of words together, you nod whilst fighting back a giggle, it was just your nerves playing you as he holds you close to his body.

Again, he was listening to his heart other than his mind, looking deeply into your eyes, seeing a future in them with you as he whispers, “You love me, don’t you?” he asks with curiosity, hoping you’d feel the same as he feels for you.

It feels like you were going to shoot yourself in the foot if you replied honestly, but getting so lost in his eyes, those glistening dark brown eyes of his, you replied with the honest answer without hesitation.

With happiness thriving through every bone in his body at your reply, he goes to place a kiss on our lips but gets cut off by one of the guards ripping you out of his grasp, hearing you shout in protest at the force they used. 

“I demand you let her go now!” Jackson growls, reaching out for you, worried that they’d hurt you, but gets interrupted by his parents coming into sight. 

Anger replaces his happiness seeing them march towards him, face going red with rage as he attempts to pull you out of the guard’s grasp. 

“Make sure she gets back to her shop, make sure that they knows not to leave the town grounds past the start of the flower beds,” the king announces to the guard, gesturing him off with you as Jackson attempts to race after you but gets stopped by another guard holding him back. 

“Now’s not the time or place to act like a commoner, you are a royal, act like it!” his mother scolds him lightly, nodding to the guard to guide him back onto the castle grounds.

“I don’t care about being a royal! All i care about is Y/N!” Jackson screams back the minute they get through the huge doors to the castle entrance, fighting the guard off of him as he takes a stance in front of his parents.

The royals’ expressions drop in disgust at their son’s outburst, the king raising his hand to slap him but the queen stops him, turning their noses up at his “betrayal” of the family.

“You cannot marry a peasant! You’ll bring shame to the entire royal family name!” the king argues back, going head to head with his son as Jackson stands his ground still.

“If that is what it takes for me to be happy, to marry the love of my life, so be it. For her, I’ll do anything,” Jackson replies with a calmer tone, refusing to back down and obey their orders.

This disobedience towards his parents brings them to feel nothing but the shame of him, disgusted by his outbursts and refusal to listen to them.

“You’d really risk everything for that pathetic girl?” the queen snarls in his direction, his sharp tone of voice returns but he manages to keep his expression stern, worrying her. 

A nod in the direction her direction is followed by his struts towards her, his voice low and in anger, “She is not pathetic and yes, I’d risk everything for her. Whether you like it or not, she will be my queen whether I keep the royal title or not”.

For a moment, his mother notices how he wasn’t ever going to give up on you, feeling guilty for speaking such ways about someone her son, whom her two eyes love so dearly. Momentarily wants to apologise for acting out of order, knowing she wouldn’t like it if she was in his situation, but the look she receives from the king makes her straighten up.

“Fine. Go be with her, ruin the family title. Just remember who you are son, who your family is,” she says whilst looking at her husband, who turns his back for a moment from his son, feeling nothing but disgrace for him.

The moment where the king’s back is turned, his mother takes his hand, whispering, “Be happy, son. I’ll talk to your father”.

A brief mouthed, “thank you” forms on Jackson’s lips as he follows up the act, “If you can’t be happy for me, then I want nothing with you all,” he growls before storming out of the castle grounds once again.

His feet tap against the stone floor, racing fast towards your shop with a greeting from the guard who took you away from him, “Let me in,” he hisses, but the guard doesn’t budge. 

“Go speak to the king and queen, you have no buisness here anymore, guard,” and with that, the guard walks away, letting the door be free to access.

Jackson rushes into the shop, walking onto the sight of you sobbing into your hands behind the counter.

Nothing was going to stop him now, nothing. Ignoring everything else, he rushes to your feet, crouching down in front of you as he notices the flower in your lap, ripped to shreds.

“Hey beautiful,” he softly speaks, as you look at him through your hands, eyes tear-stained as you throw your arms around him, then retract quickly, worrying for your lives.

“It’s okay,” he reassures, “There’s nothing to stop us being together now, I can’t live without you”.

In hesitance, you wipe away the tears, looking at the man in front of you as you carefully try to think of what to say to him, wanting to apologise mainly but knowing Jackson, he wouldn’t accept it. 

“What do you mean there’s nothing stopping us?” you ask, coming off a little sarcastic unintentionally but Jackson forgives it, knowing you wouldn’t trust anything at the moment. 

Jackson takes a deep breath as he takes your hands into his, the other hand cupping your face, “I’ll always do anything for you, Y/N. There’s consequences I’ll have to take from my parents but I promise, they won’t get in our way”.

Your face expressed what you were thinking. He was risking his title for you? He was risking facing some pretty serious consequences for you? Just a little commoner you? It seemed ridiculous, but you couldn’t help but feel the happiness you felt before you got ripped away from him.

“I promise to protect you, Y/N. Always,” he continues, smiling when a small one creeps onto your face, eyes creasing at the edges with it, the smile that made him fall in love with you in the first place, “I love you”.

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[mur-art]

hi! 🌱

okay so these are for that ship questions list

florida x louisiana

pre-relationship: 1, 6

general: 2, 8

love: 9, 10

domestic life: 4, 7

and then just for fun

texacali

pre-relationship: 3, 4

general: 3, 9

love: 8, 11

domestic life: 9, 10

This is gonna be long, so buckle up, pardner. These are just my headcanons so don’t take anything too seriously. 

Florida/Louisiana:

How did they first meet?

TL; DR: They were childhood besties

I'm a firm believer in "the states used to be kids," so long story short, they met as kids. Not to get too much into the history behind it (because I’m definitely rusty on this region), but the gist of it is that Florida was kind of ignored and saddled with a bad reputation surprise, surprise and Louisiana was always kind to him despite that-- and despite the fact that they spoke different languages. They became closer in 1762 when Louisiana became part of the Spanish Empire. Florida taught him Spanish and Louisiana taught Florida to speak French. (Despite being super ditzy, FL knows a bunch of languages and learns them quickly; I stand by this propaganda.) But they eventually just ended up kind of making up their own secret language, taking elements of both and weirding out any adults who happened to hear them-- especially Spain, who at this point has to be regretting the whole “global empire” thing.

If you had told either one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

I think they both would have laughed and said something like, “well he’s my best friend, but that’s not the same thing…is it?” 

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

It absolutely had something to do with music. Louie lives for music, and of course he would want to share that with his “best friend.” In the super early days of jazz culture, he would invite Florida to different clubs where played. And at some point, while watching Louie in his element, Florida realized that he had more than “friendship feelings.” He suppressed these feelings for a long time, being afraid that they were unrequited and also it was like 1920 and being gay was not exactly socially acceptable. Until one night, when Louie asked him to go to dinner, then dancing. Florida got adorably flustered and nervous, despite knowing Louie pretty much his whole life, and basically blubbered like a nervous wreck through dinner. But when it came time to dance, the nervousness melted away as Louie patiently walked him through the steps. By the end of the night, they were dancing together like pros and getting all hot and bothered.

Who gets jealous easier?

This is a tough call. They both kind of strike me as the kind who will be flirty with anyone—whether intentionally or unintentionally. And they’re both okay with that. But I wanna say Louie is slightly more jealous? Florida gets a lot of attention, and with his personality, it’s easy to see how he could get a little too close to someone else and end up making Louie uncomfortable.

Who is more protective?

Louie 100%. I’ll never get over that Table News video where Louie is helping Florida hurricane prep. Florida has been through this a million times; he knows what to do, but god forbid Louie is going to let him get hurt on his watch. He knows a thing or two about hurricanes and he’s not going to lose Florida that way, damnit.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

They’re both pretty heavy on physical affection. They both love cuddles, and have mastered non-verbal communication (it goes back to when they were kids and spoke different languages; they learned to rely on unspoken cues).

Do they have any pets?

A bunch of gators of course. They dress them in seasonal sweaters and buy them posh AF dog beds to sleep in. 

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Louie, because Florida is too busy trying to make friends with them. (The more dangerous they look, the better) Sometimes Louie relents and lets a spider stay in the corner because Florida has named it and made up a whole backstory for it and its whole family. He thinks it’s adorable. 

...

I’ll do the TexaCali ones in a different post bc this one is already way too long. 

[exxa1812]

Voldication: A Vacation with the Riddles and Malfoys:)

Notes:

I used to play this with my friends when we were younger. Do NOT take this seriously. We had and probably still have mental issues. Have fun reading this. Sorry for the loss of braincells.Btw my first language isn't english. Sorry for any mistakes

Oma: german word for grandma [Om•ma]

Bussle: german word for a van for 7 people. not a bus! [Bus•sle]

Summary: Lord Voldemort needs a break from killing muggles. So he decides to take his family on a vacation to Italy. There is a lot of family fun and fluff and a Pool.

Chapter 1 : Oma ist KEINE Alkoholikerin (Oma is NOT an alcoholic)

I'm Delphi Riddle. My parents are Lord "Voldi" Voldemort and Bellatrix LeSTRANGE. This is the story of my family who went to Italy for summer vacation and things got a little bit out of hand when I was five years old.

Day 1.

The journey from London, England to Bucine, Italy was horrible. The bussle was packed with my dad, my mom, Narcissa, Lucius, Draco and me.

We could've apparated but DAD insisted on the whole experience. So we had to drive 4000 hours to Italy in a really crowded bussle without air conditioning.

When we FINALLY arrived I was sweating like a monkey in a shed. The house was nice and big. I even had my own room. There was this beautiful garden with lots of different flowers and plants. And behind the house there was a pool.

Since it was already late, we decided to eat dinner consisting of grapes and raisins because we didn't buy any food and because my dad is an idiot who forbid magic for the whole vacation.

So we just ate what was left for our trip. The wasn't much so everybody got a grape and 2 raisins except Draco he only got 1 raisin. After dinner I went to bed. It was already past my bedtime while the grown ups stayed up late which was really unfair.

Day 2.

When I woke up the next morning I already had the feeling that this was going to be a horrible day. This feeling turned out to be true when I found Oma sitting on a chair at the house bar with a glass of a weird clear liquid in her hand. Her wand was holding up her hair.

I always loved her hair. It was mid length and gray but in a certain light it looked lilaclightblue. I didn't know what she was doing here. Or how she got here. Suddenly I heard a lout gasp and a even louder and high pitched "MOMMY!!!" I turned around to see my dad standing in his with yellowish night gown in the door frame mouth hanging wide open and eyes comically large.

He was stuttering out a lot of questions like "What are you doing here, Mommy?" or "Really, Vodka?! It's only 9am." But Oma ignored him and yelled:"Have you lost your mind? How could you do this to me. To our family name. You stopped killing muggles for a vacation in Italy. You are a disgrace to this entire family." " I-I-I j-just thought it w-would be a good i-i-dea."

"You just thought! Well clearly you didn't. And for your information. I'm not drinking Vodka. It's water. I'm not an alcoholic."

Yeah, that's right. Oma is NOT an alcoholic. Just like uncle Lucius isn't one either. My dad just stared at her and said again "What are you doing here?"

"I'm part of this family and this is a family vacation. So of course I'm here. Somebody has to make sure you haven't gone completely insane. And I also wanted to see my granddaughter again." Oma answered slightly annoyed but smiled at me. Well, I think she did. You never know with her.

"Where are the others? Is the rest of the lazy folk still asleep?" Oma complained and took a big swing of her water.

"Bella is up. The rest, I don't know." Dad said unsure. "What are the plans for today, daddy?" I asked. Dad seemed to think before he answered: "Today is our first day here, so I thought we chill here a little bit and do some watersports."

"Yay!!! I love watersports. Especially waterball!!!" I said excitedly, while jumping up and down. "Of course that's your great plan for today. To do absolutely nothing. You are so lazy." Oma said with a very disappointed look on her face, while she poured herself another glass of water.

"It's not lazy. We just want to spent some family quality time. And we don't have to do a lot because it is vacation." Dad tried to defend. "Yeah, yeah, what ever" Oma said dismissively.

Then mom came. She was as equally shocked as dad when she saw oma. "Oma, what are you doing here?" Mom said with a forced smile. "And are drinking Vodka? We said no alcohol around Delphi" she added with a disapproving tone.

"Like I already explained to my lovely son. I'm here because this is a family vacation. And I'm family. It's water that I'm drinking, not Vodka. I don't drink."

Mom groaned really loud and dad walked quickly over to the bar to pour himself a glass of a brown yellowish liquid. I assumed it was apple juice. Dad emptied the glass and looked like he wanted to die.

Then Narcissa and Draco came in. Narcissa was pleasantly surprised when she saw Oma. Draco didn't seem to notice her presence. He was busy staring at his phone. "Lovely seeing you here, Oma." Narcissa said. For some reason Narcissa was the only adult who got along with oma. Oma always criticized dad. She didn't like mom because Oma is her mother-in-law. I don't know about Lucius. Oma never talks about him. I don't think I've ever seen them in one room.

But Oma didn't respond to her. She just stared at Draco, who still didn't notice her. "What is that?! Is that one of those muggle phones?! Why do you have this?!" Oma shrieked and started to completely freak out. She screamed things like "Stupid muggles." And "Stupid technology." To my surprise she didn't go for Draco. She went for dad. "And you allow this. That your nephew owns this muggle trash. Unbelievable!"

"Mommy, please. I didn't know he had it." Dad exclaimed quietly. "Boy, why do you own such horrible device, that is contaminated with muggles." Dad asked Draco in a strict voice. For the first time Draco lifted his head and saw Oma. His eyes went wide and his skin even paler as usual. "I uh need this for uh school."

He stuttered out. "I use it to uh submit my school assignments because uh owls don't fly to Italy. You know owl policy and stuff." He then explained a little bit unsure. "Oh, I didn't know Hogwarts uses now muggle trash. But I mean it is for school so I guess it is fine." Oma said understanding.

"I'm hungry." I said because I couldn't stand the fact that the attention wasn't on me. I mean I'm the main character after all. "Well Lucius went shopping for food. He actually should be here by now." Narcissa said.

"I had a long journey and I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Oma said with a yawn and left. But not before she took two bottles of her favourite brand of water. Five minutes after Oma left. Lucius came back from shopping and we all got to the dining area to eat breakfast.

The rest of the day was not that eventful. We stayed at the house and chilled. We all played some watersports. I didn't see Oma for the rest of the day. Mom said it's because she is tired and has a male cat (Hangover). Whatever a male cat has to do with this.

At the end of the day we had a beautiful dinner in the garden. Dad made pizza, which wasn't even that bad. Then I went to my room because I had to go to bed.

[topzsun]

please sire may i have some more aventurine

SOMETHING HAPPENED (IM HEAD OVER HEELS)

── ♡ AVENTURINE

❝ desire is an ugly and beautiful thing. it makes you abandon every principle you've built your life around. it makes you care. ❞ author's note: of course you can have more aventurine, my disciple.

You liked to believe you were patient. You are careful with your words and temper. You work diligently with minimal complaints. Your track record for speeding through paperwork comes second to none. You could have been the poster child for the ideal IPC office assistant.

Unfortunately, Aventurine happened to be the one you directly take orders from. And he was much different than the other Ten Stonehearts, for better or worse.

“At the risk of sounding like I’m—God forbid—concerned about you, are you seriously going to take his deal?” Your frustrated face is reflected back to you, as you stand behind the man fixing up his fur-trim coat in front of the mirror. He finally looks over his shoulder, only to send you a mockingly serene smile. It’s become a routine ever since you began working under him. Every Friday night he will join a group of tycoons at a casino, and make a haphazard bet on his life. Predictably, he always walks out a free (and victorious) man but you don’t like to think about the day his luck runs dry. He’s abnormal, logic dictates that you shouldn’t worry. Yet, despite yourself, you care and you don’t think you can chalk it up to job stability anymore.

Aventurine isn’t a man you can underestimate. He’s intelligent and carries himself with a certain level of charm that you haven’t seen on anyone before. Yet, the most striking thing about him is his lack of regard for his own life. The IPC works under the principle of persistence and eagerness, and taking risks isn’t a foreign concept amongst the Stonehearts. However, Aventurine wasn’t just taking risks. He viewed his own life as if it were a chip to be traded in. To reduce his entire being into something tangible, that can just be passed around still bewilders you. He tells you he’s willing to give his all for everything. You suspect a severe case of an inferiority complex. You know his… background is difficult, though you are ignorant of any details. Aventurine likes you well enough, but you both don’t have the type of relationship where you can sit together and discuss the paths that made you both into the people you are today.

It’s not appropriate for him, as your boss. It’s not appropriate for you, as his assistant.

So you bite down any more complaints, signalling an end to your banter. You have pushed as far as the rules of your contract would allow you. He gingerly takes his fedora from your waiting hands and meets your gaze for the final time tonight.

“Lucky you, you get to have an early night today,” He teases, making the same joke he always does every Friday. Predictably, you roll your eyes.

“Yup, lucky me having to finish all the paperwork you don’t want to do,” You retort and he laughs breezily. “What would I do without you?”

“Probably get fired for never turning in your files,” You state flatly and he only gives a painted smile, amused. He checks his wristwatch and bids you a quick farewell when he realises he’s in danger of running late, and the large doors to his office shut close with a click. You are left alone inside the lofty walls of dark teal and gold decor and with Aventurine’s missing presence, it only then dawns on you how big the room is for one person and you imagine him sitting at his desk on his lonesome. You wonder if the echo in here ever drove him crazy.

The chilly air nips at your skin like bite marks, despite the bundles of fabric you huddled yourself in. Maybe it’s a sign to get a better coat and scarf, but right now your greatest concern was buying dinner and going home. The remaining paperwork finished without much fanfare, and Aventurine kept his promise that you’d be out of the office earlier than usual. You reminisce about the hot shower you will take, and the hot mug of cocoa you’d sip on as you languidly scroll through television channels. It’s the thought that keeps you moving on your two feet.

Until you stop at your favourite take-out place and are dismayed when you see an overwhelming queue formed outside the cramped, family-owned shop. Bodies pressed against one another, just the idea of tugging your way into the herd made your skin crawl uncomfortably. You are filled with reluctance, but your only option is to go hungry or walk back and take a train to the other side of town just for late-night dinner. You stand there listlessly, contemplating your options until an elbow is pressed against your side and someone gruffly chides “Move it!”. You are caught off-guard and shuffle out of the way, and suddenly your appetite doesn’t seem to take enough priority to have to deal with this type of crowd. You ready yourself to turn back and take the solemn walk home until there is a call of your name from a very familiar voice.

From the speed at which you turn around to face him, you think your head could spin. If Aventurine notices your sudden whiplash, he doesn’t comment on it, instead raising a gloved hand to give a brisk wave.

“Well, look who missed me so much they just had to see me again,” He drawls, stepping into the flickering light of the street lamp. There should be a word to describe how he makes you grind your teeth, and make your heart skip a beat.

There should also be a word for the specific type of shame that comes with falling for your boss.

“What are you doing here…?” You question and it wasn’t an odd thing to ask. This street, filled with humble stalls and corner stores, is not acquainted with people who have more money than they know what to do with. It is not a place for someone from the Ten Stonehearts. It is especially not a place for the likes of Aventurine. Despite your curiosity, he waves you off with an air of mystery that annoyingly reminds you of Jade.

“I just happen to be passing by on my way home,” He pauses as he gives a brief glance at the dimly glowing street. “When I see my poor assistant looking so frazzled. I’m not such a terrible boss to not help them out.”

You are sure he’s exaggerating your visible distress, but still, you instinctively look to the nearest glass window to see if it’s true. You miss how the corner of his lips quirks up to an affectionate smile, one he cannot fake nor conceal. By the time you turn back to face him, relieved that you didn’t look like a mess, he’s already donning his normally languid expression. “I suppose the queue is getting in your way of dinner, huh?”

Your silence is all the answer he needs as he slides off his sunglasses, revealing his muli-coloured eyes. Hues of cyan and purple melt together in a hypnotic way that reminds you of watching paint drip from a canvas. His eyes were his most prominent feature and symbolised so much about him that words fail to. It’s his origin, what people assume him to be, who he actually is, and the pain and anger that simmer in the depths of his chest. Of course, you are ignorant of this.

For you, they remind you what it means to look a man in the eye and feel entrapped by something greater than you could understand.

You are snapped back into the moment when he suddenly claps his hands together, as if coming to a sudden and genius revelation.

“Well, I can’t have you starving after helping me with all that work,” He steps closer to your space, and for some odd reason, you do not take a step back. “There is a bistro not too far from here. My treat?”

Professionalism will order you to politely reject his offer, to go home hungry and to distract yourself from the overwhelming feelings you have for this man. Unfortunately, these days your heart has gotten too loud for your ringing ears. So, you let yourself walk beside him, the brush of your fingertips sparking an electric sting within you. You remain none the wiser that after this, you will let him talk you into another dinner, and many more after that. The gap between the both of you creaks shut.

[maginxlia]

Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji And Sukuna Ryomen in Grocery shopping with you

Rated R

Contains Foul language and Suggestive themes

Posting Three times in a month?? Am I making moves? Maybe. I hope y’all enjoy this❤️‍🔥 My love and appreciation for y’all is astounding❤️‍🔥Thank y’all for all the support and love xoxo❤️‍🔥This was Requested by the sweet @demon-fam ❤️‍🔥 Please lay some requests and asks on me because we dry over here

Masterlist

Gojo ( Most likely to get your ass banned from Wally World ) Satoru

♡ Going shopping grocery with Gojo is disaster

♡ He got men and women stopping and drooling like he's a fine piece of meat (kinda is js)

♡ Grocery list? Discarded

♡ Budget? blown

♡ Always find the best parking spaces, I guess it's the luck of the hoe

♡ Shops at Walmart for the entertainment

♡ Can and will fuck you in the family restroom

♡ Now you're walking funny While trying to shop

♡ He Throws a lot of sweet food in cart ; I'm talking candy, sugar loaded cereal and lil debbie cakes

♡ Lorde forbid if he sees baby clothes, Back to the Family restroom for some more “family planning”

♡ Grabs a box of Pocky and say “Do you want to play a game?”

♡ You have to make all the serious food decisions

♡ Ask him to get something off the top shelf? Prepare to get trap in the arms of your lover while old women Oh and Ah

♡ All jokes Aside Gojo is still on high alert even while he’s clowning

♡ Grocery’s always over 200 dollars and most of that towards snacks

♡︎ Waiting in line for checkout?? Nonexistent cause he so pretty people move out the line for him

Nanami ( Quality is King ) Kento

♡ Organized God

♡ He Loves the little domestic moments between y’all

♡ Always find a parking spot that gives y’all enough space to get a lil walk in

♡ He has a nice budget and beautifully written shopping list

♡ He knows what you need and what you might want

♡ Shops at Trader joes, Whole foods and fresh markets

♡ He has a two weeks of Gourmet dinners planned for y’all

♡ Nanami pushes the Cart while his arm is linked with yours

♡︎ Only the highest quality food for y’all

♡ Even if it’s not on the list or in the budget He will still buy it for you (Whatever you want, you know he will provide)

♡ Always get things off the top shelf for you without ulterior motives

♡ Has a little smile on his face when he notice how beautiful you look lost in thought

♡ He makes grocery shopping so relaxing and carefree

♡ Always buys a bottle of top shelf Bourbon when y’all go shopping

♡ Brings Reusable bags for y’all groceries

♡ He Loads the groceries up in the car while all you have to do is sit pretty in the car

♡ Nanami also load up the groceries for the elderly too (He’s sooo sweet)

Fushiguro ( Oh Lawd He’s coming ) Toji

♡ Toji studied extreme couponing and is a couponing pro

♡ Only shop at stores that will accept his coupons

♡︎ No time for Games, His Leisure money on the line

♡︎ Always park in those yellow lines beside the handicap spots

♡ Cashiers loathe y’all because best looking couple but Fuck those coupons

♡ Managers hate Toji because he knows every loophole to save a fat buck

♡ He’s goes absolutely berserk tossing things into the carts

♡ What you think would cost y’all 700 dollars ends up costing y’all nothing thanks to Toji couponing skills, The store actually has to Pay HIM!

♡ Can and will leave the carts without purchasing shit if they say his coupons are invalid, managers beg him to buy the hoard of groceries and they even accept his coupons

♡ Even if coupons is not involved, Toji budgeting game is strong

♡ If you didn’t put it on the list apparently you don’t need it

♡ His non coupon list is literally Meat, Gatorade and protein mix

♡︎ Toji will carry all the groceries in and will carry you too in one trip

♡ He has stockpile of All the things that coupons bought him and He is proud of his stockpile.

♡ He wants to do enough shopping that when he leaves for his business trips you don’t even have to go to the store without your protection…. Him

♡ Talking about his stockpile, It’s like a small store the way he got it set up

♡ All the money that was saved with couponing and budgeting Goes towards Gambling, Designer stuff for you and The home improvements you keep telling him about

Ryomen (Sweetness is My Weakness) Sukuna

♡ ︎Sukuna isn’t the budgeting type, The King of Curses want it all

♡ ︎His Eyes are bigger than Yuuji wallet

♡ ︎Want whole foods quality with great value money

♡ ︎So Yuuji and you do all the shopping unless you want a catastrophe

♡︎ Yuuji always parks far away from the store, He rather the elderly or disabled get those spots instead

♡ ︎Sukuna has to put together a small! list or he isn’t getting shit

♡ ︎Yuuji is incredibly sweet, the man get whatever you want and he always reach on the top shelf for you

♡ ︎Sukuna of course has threatened him and warned him that a cart better not even brush against you; So Yuuji is on high alert

♡ Yuuji ends up getting a Costco membership because of how much Sukuna consumes

♡ “Kirkland is designer and best Quality!” The biggest money saving hack ever

♡ Lots of Meat, Bread, Eggs and milk on Sukuna list next to junk food

♡ He doesn’t have to consume “Human” food but Hell do he love it

♡ Sukuna is allowed full control in one store and that’s dollar tree

♡ He goes absolutely apeshit and hit the snacks HARD

♡ Candy aisle?? Cleared. Chips aisle?? Like a wasteland and the snack cakes?? Those bitches now belongs to him

♡ Cashier Said that the total was 350 and Yuuji wasn’t even phased “I know this was going to be the outcome and that’s why I saved money up”

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[leossmoonn]

The Better Man

masterlist

pairing - 1864!stefan salvatore x fem!reader

type - fluff, angst

note / request - requested by anon “hiii so i read your requests were open so could i request a 1864 stefan (his best era) fic where the reader is like already married to a piece of shit who just cares about power/money and wants her like a trophy wife and then at an event she meets stefan who's like sexy and caring so they start an affair? everything is going good but jer husband finds out about it so maybe he kills them both and only stefan comes back as a vampire or maybe you could just decide what happens with them byee and i totally understand if you don't want to write this fic” I hope you liked the ending!

summary - nothing in your life went to plan until you met stefan

warnings / includes - mild language, food and alcohol consumption, underage drinking (only champagne), cheating, make out scenes, fighting, violence. i aged them up a little bit so you both are 19 (for the sake of you being married)

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*gif isn’t mine*

To say you hated your life would be an understatement. You despised it. It was mundane and loveless, although you were married to someone. You felt trapped every since you were old enough to start wearing bras, and it had only gotten worse since.

You were only 19. You were at the stage of your life where you were supposed to have independence, fall in love so many times you lost count, and explore the world. But instead, you were stuck in the confines of your home and being forced to love someone whom you didn’t.

“Darling?” John called out. You don’t move from your position at the window. “Yes, dear?” You ask.

“I just wanted to let you know I have been invited by Mr. Salvatore to attend a banquet tomorrow night. I am taking you as my plus one.”

You let out a little sigh. You didn’t even have a say in whether or not you wanted to attend banquets or balls or outings.

“Y/n, did you hear me?” He asks in a harsh tone.

“I did. Sounds good,” you reply dryly.

“Good. I’ll have Mariam fit you in a dress this evening.”

His heavy boots stomped out of the living room, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts.

You two had only been married for a year and you wondered how it became so stale so fast. Admittedly, you two didn’t get off to a great start. He was already with someone when your father arranged you two to be married. It was obvious John didn’t want to be with you, but god forbid he did disobey his father. You would’ve been happier with the idea if he didn’t treat you like a second thought.

After you two got married, he seemed to be coming to terms with you being his wife. He would make you breakfast, buy you the prettiest pearls, and hold you and kiss you. But now, he didn’t even care to ask how your day went. The only consistency he kept was buying you jewelry. It just didn’t feel special anymore.

That evening you were forced into two hours of dress fittings. You used to love trying on dresses and doing your makeup, but now you felt as though it was part of your routine to be John’s wife. Putting on a dress meant showing up and smiling at people you’d never meet again, stand in heels for hours while you watched your husband converse with future business partners and not pay any mind to you. You hated it.

“We’re almost done, Mrs. Wilson,” Mariam said.

“No worries, Mariam. And please, call me Y/n.” You give her a kind smile.

“Alright, Y/n,” she nods. “I’m just not used to being called under John’s name,” you say.

“It’s none of my business, Ms, but how come?” Mariam asks.

“It’s alright to ask questions, no worries. And, well, I know we have been married for a year, but it doesn’t feel like we are together. The only time I see him is in the evenings, and we only exchange a few words in between dinner time and when we go to sleep.”

“Sounds awful,” Mariam sighs. Her eyes then widen and she clamps her mouth shut. “I’m so sorry, Y/n! I didn’t mean to say that.”

“No,” you sigh sadly. “You’re quite right.”

“I’m sorry, Ms,” Mariam frowns. “It’s alright. Life won’t get better if I continue being sad, right?” You hum.

Mariam nods and finishes her work silently. You’re out of the dressing room in ten minutes and go into the kitchen, finding John there with the newspaper.

“Hello,” you say.

The only acknowledgment you receive is a grunt. You sigh and sit down next to him, taking a bite of the lukewarm bread roll that’s in front of you.

You sit in the painful painful, watching your husband as he hums and sighs as he reads the newspaper. You finish half of your dinner, getting up and making your way to your study.

“Where are you going?“ John asks. “I’m going to read. I’ll be in the study,” you answer.

John does nothing but nods. You feel the bridge of your nose burn as tears blur your vision. You wished this was all a bad dream and you would wake up soon.

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“Y/n? Are you ready?” John yells from downstairs.

“Coming!” You reply. You quickly clasp your necklace around your neck, stopping to look at yourself in the mirror. You loved your dress Mariam had fitted you in. It was a pretty purple with white lace and ruffles. You wished you were wearing it for someone else, though.

You walk down the stairs, eyes falling on John. You couldn’t help but smile. He was a horrible man, but he was sure handsome.

“Finally,” he sighs. The smile is wiped off your face immediately. There’s a flicker of realization across his face as he sees your fallen smile, but he does nothing to assure you. You are once again left in the dust.

You ride the carriage to the Salvatore residence. You step out with the help of your coach, walking into the party arm-in-arm with John.

“Go and make yourself comfortable. I’m going to find Mr. Salvatore,” John pats your arm.

You nod, tentatively walking into the dining room where people are dancing and conversing. You grab yourself a glass of champagne, sipping on it as you stand in the corner of the room and observe everyone.

You begin to take a big gulp of your champagne as you meet someone’s eyes. They’re forest green and sparkling with boyish charm. You look at the rest of his face, your heart starting to race as you notice he’s handsome. Very handsome. His light brown hair is combed back, a few strands resting on his forehead. His lips are curled into a kind smile, but behind it, you could see the playful smirk.

He excuses himself from his conversation, walking over to you. He stands tall, his shoulders broad. He carries himself with such confidence, you can’t help but be attracted to him.

“Hello,” he speaks. His voice is music to your ears.

“Hello,” you smile. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You’re very beautiful,” he smiles.

Heat creeps up your neck and you take a sip of champagne. “Thank you.”

He holds his hand out. “I’m Stefan Salvatore.”

“Oh, Salvatore?” You raise your brows. “Yes. Do you know my brother? Or perhaps my father?” He asks.

“My, um, husband does.” You say the word ‘husband’ under your breath. You rarely ever referred to John as your husband out loud.

Stefan drops his hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were married. You aren’t wearing a ring.”

“I don’t have one,” you chuckle. “And why not? A woman as beautiful as you deserved a ring,” he says.

Heat creeps up your neck and you shrug. “I’m not sure why. Ask him and maybe he’ll know the answer.”

“And where is he?” Stefan looks around his house. “I have no idea,” you sigh.

He looks back at you, furrowing his brows at your distressed face. He holds his hand out again, this time not to shake, but to lead you to the dance floor.

“Do you think he’ll mind if I steal his lovely wife for a dance?”

You look down at Stefan’s hand and back up to his face, debating in your head. You knew how it would look. You dancing with the young and handsome son of your husband’s business partner. People would think you were having an affair. Yet, those reasons didn’t stop you from saying yes. You were bored out of your mind and Stefan was the first person to notice you and seem interested in you.

Stefan led you to the dance floor. He snakes his arm around your waist and lightly puts his hand on the small of your back. You two hold hands as you began to waltz. It felt awkward, in all honesty. But as you two fell into a comfortable rhythm, you became to relax.

“Who is your husband?” Stefan asks. “John Wilson,” you answer.

Stefan’s eyes light up in realization. “He’s a contractor, yes?”

You nod in confirmation.

“How long have you two been married?”

“A little over a year.”

“How old are you?”

“19.”

“Why did you marry so young?”

You shrug with a sigh. “I didn’t have a choice.”

Stefan frowns, “I’m sorry.” “It’s alright. John is a good man. For the most part,” you say.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s always so busy with work. He goes out with his friends and drinks. He’s incredibly smart and friendly, but he lacks romance.”

“So, he’s a good person and worker, but not a good husband.”

“Precisely,” you nod. “Well, you deserve better,” Stefan states.

“And how do you know?” You raise a brow. Stefan shrugs with a smile. “I have a sixth sense.”

You two spend the rest of the night together. With your husband no where to be found, you became fast friends with Stefan. You two talked about everything and nothing. There were times you two were laughing nonstop and other times where you two were dead silent and were enjoying each other’s company. Now you two were upstairs and on the terrace of his bedroom.

“The view is incredible,” you sigh. You admire the shining stars and the pretty midnight sky.

“Not as incredible as my view.”

You turn to him, giggling as he was looking at you. “That’s very cliché.”

“Did it work?” He asks with a smirk. You hum in thought. “I suppose.”

You turn your head back to look outside. Stefan admires you some more, gazing at your lips and your eyes. He follows the shape of your jaw, his eyes dropping down to your neck and the top of your dress where your breasts sat nice and pretty. His eyes flickered back up to yours, smiling as you look happy.

He moves closer to you, slipping his arm around your waist. You tense up but quickly relax. You couldn’t help but lean into him. He was warm and very comfortable, like your personal pillow.

“What time is it?” You ask. “About ten,” he answers.

You sigh and turn to him with an apologetic smile. “I should be getting home.”

“What about your husband?”

“I’ll find him. He’s probably in your father’s study.”

“He’s been holed up there for the whole night.”

“Work always comes first.”

“Does he ever put you first?” Stefan questioned. “In the beginning, yes. Then I suppose he thought he didn’t have to put any more effort since we are married,” you frown.

Stefan’s arm pulls you close to him to where your chest meets his. His free hand skims up your arm and runs along your collarbone. He gazes into your eyes, causing your heart to palpitate. He leans down and for a second you think he’s going to kiss you, but he puts his lips up to your ear.

“You deserve to be put first.”

Butterflies flutter down your lower stomach. You straighten your posture before answering. “You think so?”

He leans away to look at your face. You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips before looking into your eyes. “I do,” he nodded.

You find yourself leaning in. You reach your arm up to his neck, burying your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. Your eyes flutter close and you pucker your lips. Before you know it, you’re kissing him.

It’s slow and unsure. You’ve never kissed somebody like this. None of your kisses with John felt this intimate. Stefan’s sensed that and slowly guided you.

His lips were soft and warm and fit with yours just perfectly. His hand tightened on your waist and pulled you impossibly closer. Your free hand grasped his bicep as you took a shallow breath of air. You were surprised at how muscular he felt. The kiss sped up slightly and you could feel excitement growing in your stomach. Your heart races against his chest and you began to take the lead, kissing him hungrily.

You pull away after your lungs start to burn. You open your eyes, panting heavily as you look at him.

You know you should be horrified. You’re married and had just cheated on your husband. But John never felt like your husband, or like anything to you, and that was one hell of a kiss.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have —”

You crash your lips onto Stefan’s to silence him. He hums in surprise, but quickly melts into the kiss. You pull away again, setting your hand on his shoulders.

“I take it that you didn’t mind?” He grins. You laugh, “I didn’t.”

“You’re married, you know?”

“And you’re the only man who has shown any type of attention to me.”

“I can’t help it. You’re worth it.”

You smile at him, walking backwards and back into his room. “I must go.”

He nods and frowns, “Right.” “Do you want to have lunch tomorrow?” You ask.

His face lights up with a smile. “Yes.”

“Great. I’ll meet you here at eleven. I like sandwiches, strawberries, and chocolate,” you say.

He chuckles, “I’ll make sure to have all of those and more.”

“Goodbye, Stefan,” you wave. “Goodbye…?” He laughs a little as he realizes he didn’t know your name.

“Y/n,” you say.

“Goodbye, Y/n.” He says your name slowly, liking the way it rolls off his tongue.

————

You swore you had never been happier than you have been in the last month. Ever since you met Stefan, your world had been flipped upside down. You finally were able to fall in love and feel loved. There was no more cleaning the house several times throughout the day, taking long naps just to pass the time, and eating cold and awkward dinners.

Now you had picnics in the bright sun and wore pretty dresses that Stefan always complimented. You walked through town for the first time and was able to buy things for yourself without your husband’s approval. And you spent the early mornings in bed with Stefan, cuddling and talking about your dreams — when you could. It was amazing.

“I like this color on you,” Stefan says. You giggle, “You say that every time.”

“And I mean it every time. But blue looks amazing on your skin. It complements your eyes well,” he lists off.

You give him a shy smile. “Thank you.”

He pops a grape in his mouth, grinning at you. You lay down on your back and watch the clouds move. Stefan delays down beside you, slipping his arm under your head and hugging you close. You put your head on his chest and snuggle into his side, fisting his cotton shirt in your hands.

“Oh, look! It’s a bunny!” You point up to the sky.

Stefan’s squints and tilts his head. “It’s a turtle.”

“A turtle?” You scoff. “You’re blind, Stef.���

“Do you not see the shell?” He points and outlines it in the air.

“No, but I do see two ears and a fluffy tail.”

He smiles, “I think you’re the blind one.”

You sit up on your elbow and face him. “Well, I was the one who say it first.”

“And that makes you right?” He cocks his head to the side.

“Yep,” you grin. He laughs, bringing his hand up and cupping your cheek. He rubs his thumb up and down your cheekbone and you nuzzle into his touch.

“You’re so pretty, Y/n,” he hums. “You’re so handsome, Stefan,” you smile.

He leans his head up and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. You smile as you kiss him back, bringing your hand up and running it through his soft hair.

“I love you,” he sighs out. You stop for a moment and pull back. Stefan’s eyes widen and he starts to apologize.

“Wait, Stefan?” You ask. “Yes?” He replies, his heart racing in fear.

You smile and you’re about to tell him you love him, too, when your husband’s voice echoes through the air.

“What the hell?” John exclaims. “Dammit,” you mutter.

“I thought he was on a business trip?” Stefan asks. “Well, obviously he’s not,” you frown.

Stefan sighs, “It’s alright. Let me take care of this.”

“Stefan, this isn’t your —”

“He has a gun. I won’t risk you getting hurt.”

You clamp your mouth shut and you nod. You step back as you watch Stefan approach John.

“Who the hell are you?” John asks.

“I’m Stefan Salvatore. I promise, I’m not trying to break up your marriage. I just —”

“Bullshit! Y/n, I cannot believe you!” John glares at you.

You frown, “Excuse me?” “I know you had your faults, but I didn’t bank on you being a cheater,” John scoffs.

“Hey! She has no faults!” Stefan yells. “Obviously, you’re blind,” John rolls his eyes.

Stefan doesn’t hesitate to take a swing at your husband. John fell back, crawling away and pulling his gun out.

“Never say that about a woman. Especially Y/n,” Stefan spits on John.

“Stefan, it’s okay. Let’s just go.” You walk up to Stefan and take his hand, but he gently pushes you away.

“No. He needs to learn his lesson.” Stefan falls to his knees and grabs John’s gun and tosses it across the field. Stefan then punches John again in the nose.

“Stefan! Stop!” You shout. Tears cloud your eyes as you watch Stefan beat up John. You blink the tears away and move to grab Stefan’s shirt. You pull him off of John, falling to the ground with him.

John takes the chance and grabs his gun.

“Stefan, please. Let’s just go,” you beg. “He’s an asshole,” Stefan mutters.

“I know. I’ll divorce him and marry you. We can move somewhere far away. Just please, don’t kill —”

A gunshot sounded and Stefan’s shirt started to stain with blood. Your eyes widen as he collapses on the ground. You look at John who was smiling.

“You maniac!” You scream. “He’s just a fling, baby. We’re real,” John states.

“I never loved you and I never will. And you sure as hell never did love me, either. I hate you!”

“Stop being so dramatic!” John rolls his eyes.

You ignore him and turn back to Stefan, ripping his shirt open. You start to cry as you saw the bullet wound in his chest. You managed to rip a part of your dress and put it over his wound, hopefully to help stop the bleeding. You turn back to John.

“Call a doctor!”

“Just leave him! He’s already as good as dead!”

You stand up and punch his jaw. You wince in pain, but you don’t let it phase you. “Look, you prick. You call a medic or I’ll take the gun and shoot you, too.”

John stammers, looking back at you and Stefan multiple times. You take his gun away from him, holding it in his face. “Did you hear me?”

John nods and run back to the house and calls a doctor. You empty the gun, throwing it to the side as you went back down to Stefan. His eyes are struggling to stay open and you can feel his heart fading. You pray that the doctor gets to him in time.

————

You sob next to Stefan. His cold, dead hand was in yours as he laid with his eyes closed on the clinic bed.

“I’m so sorry,” you cry. “I love you, too.”

You kept repeating those words, hoping that a miracle would happen. Luckily, you got your wish.

Stefan gasped as he sat up. You jumped in your seat, pulling your hand away from his and standing up.

“S-Stefan?”

He looks around the room, trying to find out where he is. “W-Where am I?”

“The infirmary. Do you know who I am?” You ask.

You watch in amazement as all the color comes back to his face. He turns to you, beginning to cry.

“Y/n?”

You nod and sit back down on his bed. “I thought you were dead.”

“Am I not? Is this not heaven?” He asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “How is this possible?” He gasps.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” you throw your arms around him. “I’m so happy you’re back.”

He wraps his arms around your back and buries his face into your neck. He inhales your scent, suddenly getting caught up in your heartbeat. He can hear the blood in your veins and feel your heart as though it was right in his ears. He opens his mouth slowly and skims his teeth along your neck.

“Stefan?” You try to pull away, but he keeps you close.

“Stay still,” he whispers. “No! Stefan, let go of me!” You push him back onto the bed and stand up.

You gasp in realization as you see his eyes are blood red and he has fangs.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he frowns.

“I… I think I do,” you say. “What is it?” He asks.

You sigh, taking his hand into yours and sitting back down.

“You’re a vampire now.”

————

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MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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finally part two  — rafe cameron x pogue!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “hi, can i please request something where you’re a pouge but rafe cameron is like in love with you, and you feel the same way, but his family and friends are whats keeping you guys apart? and like a happy ending ”

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two |

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: um?? nothing i can think of. a bit of angst i suppose. 

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: people requested a part two so here we go! thank you for everyone asking another another part--so let me know if we should get a part three! i do have an idea up my sleeve for it. (got the gif from here)

Rafe admired his girlfriend, Y/N, as she approached the house for the first time. She didn’t have to sneak through a window or make a dash for the Druthers to hang out. Y/N walked through the lawn with confidence, the sun highlighting her face and capturing her beauty. There was no purpose to hide his Pogue girlfriend. Y/N wore a foolish grin on her face and a sundress Rafe bought for her a few weeks ago. 

Rafe would never deny how much he enjoyed seeing Y/N wear a sundress. He always found that all the dresses she wore looked flattering on her body, even sculpting it. Y/N held a suspicion that he didn’t buy it just for that reason, but perhaps for a more cheeky purpose. But nonetheless, she decided to wear the dress. The hem of the dress barely reached her knees--Rafe felt weak at the sight of his girlfriend. Y/N wore her typical bikini underneath the dress, it was common for most people to have a swimsuit underneath their clothing--or maybe it was just a Pogue thing. 

He licked his lips, eyes widened. He was a bit taken back--Rafe could remember telling ehr to dress up for dinner later tonight, but not for the activity with the boys. She felt bad at first, for intruding on their time, but he shoved that idea away. She would never bother him or ruin the times spent together. The hours Rafe spent with his sister and Topper would finally even out.

“Dude, you’re so fucking whipped.” Kelce laughed and Topper nodded his head agreeing. The two boys shared a look, almost wanting to say ‘especially for a Pogue’. They still haven’t accepted that Rafe was dating a Pogue. They wanted him to do better, they knew about her parents and how scummy they are around town. 

“She’s gonna break me,” Rafe confessed, eyes still glued onto her. But he doesn’t give a damn right now if she does. 

“I’m pretty sure she already has, man. You're dating a Pogue--already broken.” Topper laughed once again, shaking his head. Maybe if Y/N wasn’t walking towards them at that moment, he would’ve bit back at Topper for his comment. But he was too distracted to care about what others thought.

“You don’t get it, dude.” 

And that was the truth. Neither Kelce or Topper would fully understand how he felt towards her. Hell, Rafe wasn’t even sure about it at first. But the more they snuck around, everything was falling into place. Y/N was patient and kind towards him and all his issues. But none of them scared her away and she didn’t influence the bad habits either.  

In all honestly, there are quite a few things Rafe Cameron didn’t understand, but one of the main ones being how Topper dated Sarah for a bit—Sarah was the epitome of spoiled and selfish. She wanted the thrill of it all with no consequences. At some point, Rafe grew out of that as well. After being sober for quite some time, he learned all actions have consequences. He was just waiting for the day Sarah would do something and Ward wouldn’t be there to save her. 

The day had yet to arrive. 

And yet, she faced no consequences for having a Pogue boyfriend. A Pogue boyfriend who stole from them countless times, and risked Sarah’s life for the people they surround her with. But God forbid he decided to date a Pogue who worked hard, remained sober, and tried to make a name for herself that didn’t trace her back to her parents.

Ward warned Rafe multiple times that she is just using him and will tie him down and he won’t be able to escape. He’ll be trapped because he had been a fool, falling in love with someone who was beyond and utterly beneath him and his means. 

The boys half faked a smile as Y/N approached them. They were unsure of how to feel to be seen hanging around a Pogue.

 “Kelce, Topper, how’re you guys doing? Get lucky at Midsummers? I heard Emily was very up and personal with you, Kelce.” Her banter was straight forward towards them, she didn’t have time to have a fake conversation with them like she would while working at the country club. Y/N’s life was not driven to please the Kooks, especially outside of her and out of her uniform. After witnessing her encounter with Ward and Rose at Midsummers, they got a taste of what comes out of her lips. 

“I might have. But I heard you and this lover boy over here got caught in the bathroom stall.” Kelce raised his eyebrow and nudged Rafe. Y/N stood there, the tips of her ears burning with embarrassment. Rafe, however, did not care. Topper thought how unclassy it was, but Rafe would argue it’s just because she’s a Pogue. There had been a few times where Topper even tried with some random girl to hook up in a closet or a bathroom stall--but she wasn’t interested. 

The four of them ended up on the beach, dunes of sand in front of them. Somehow, Topper was able to hook the guys up with four wheelers to have some fun. Y/N wasn’t quite sure why Rafe invited her to this, she felt out of place--and especially in her dress. 

As they drove through the sand on the ATV, she hung close onto her boyfriend. Rafe loved the feeling of her pressed up against him, the vibration of her laughter against his back, how she would rest her head on his shoulder. He wasn’t entirely too focused on what he was doing, but what he was feeling. Her hands slipped out of his waist and she put them in the air. The window blowing through her hair, the gust going between her finger tips. 

This was what he wanted, to make her happy. Topper and Kelce were racing each other, something boys would do. She would place kisses up and down his neck. She was being such a tease to him right now and she knew it. 

The time riding the ATV’s ended quickly as Rafe and Y/N had a dinner to attend. They sat together in the backseat as Topper drove them home. Their hands intertwined in the backseat, Rafe felt like he was in heaven. 

She looked over at him and smiled. It’s the kind of look that Rafe wouldn’t be able to forget. Hell, it even made him sweat. 

The couple wished Topper and Kelce a good night, thanking them in the process for the day they had together. Rafe and Y/N walked hand in hand to the entrance of the house--but before they walked in, Rafe pushed her up against the siding of the house. A small laugh escaped her lips as she looked at him. 

“What’re you doing babe? We have to go have dinner with your family.” She felt his hands cling to the side of her body, his hand dangerously placed on her thigh. 

“I just can’t stop thinking about how good you look in this dress.” He whispered in her ear, before kissing it. She closed her eyes in pleasure, Rafe kissing every inch of her neck. As much as she wanted Rafe to continue touching her, she pushed his hand off her though and created distance from their bodies. 

“Afterwards, you can see how good I look out of the dress.” She winked at him before fixing her dress. 

The table was already set for their meal, the warm scent of the food flowed throughout the Cameron’s household. If it wasn’t for Rafe--She couldn’t remember the last time she ate fresh food that was homemade. Her diet consisted of frozen meals and pantry food--which she couldn’t complain about, but was grateful for meals like this. 

Y/N sat between Rafe and Wheezie. He gave her thigh a squeeze underneath the table to help comfort her. She would never want to admit it, but this was nerve wracking considering this was the first time they all were in the same room since Y/N told Ward off. 

This is the first time they were all in the same room that didn’t involve Y/N serving them at the country club. 

“So, Y/N--what’re your plans for college? Are you going away?” Ward broke the silence after they began eating. 

“Either Duke or Chapel Hill. I’m not quite sure what I want to major in yet, I’m still trying to decide what would be best. Do I go with a passion, or what is most logical.” She explained, shifting in her seat. Ward concealed his face, but the idea of Y/N L/N going to Duke or to Chapel Hill was hilarious to him. 

“Did you get accepted yet?” He asked. 

“Yes, by both.” She nodded. 

“That’s my girl,” Rafe smiled at her. The sight of his smile eased her nerves as she talked about her future with Ward. 

“How will you pay for it?” Ward asked before taking a bite of his food. Rafe shot his dad a look, Sarah and Wheezie looked down at their plates. 

“Well, I’ve been working for a few years and I’ve been saving up. I will have a few semesters covered, but I’m hoping to get a scholarship.” She shifted in her seat, she was being thrown into the hot spot and it made her panic. 

“It’s good to get an education, don’t want to turn out like your parents.” He noted. 

Sarah gasped at his statement and Rafe stood up from his seat. “You have no right to talk about Y/N’s parents like that.” He defended her. 

“What? It’s just...it’s good she wants a future. I was a bit nervous that she wouldn’t want to pursue an education. The apple never falls far from the tree.” Rose seemed to tune out the conversation, smiling at her daughters as she enjoyed the meal. 

Y/N stood up beside Rafe and placed her napkin on the table. “Excuse me, I don’t appreciate being talked to like this. I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but I won’t listen to you talk poorly about my family. They have made mistakes, yes--but I’m not them.” She stood up for her family. Rafe grabbed her hand and they both fled the house. 

Tears brimmed in her eyes as they stood out front. Today was going well or at least that’s what Y/N thought. Rafe held onto her arms, eyes scanning her face to see if she was okay. 

“I don’t get it, I don’t think your parents will ever like me. If they could make me disappear, I bet they would. And your friends? I know that they talk about me behind their back. JJ heard them when they were out dining and talked about how stupid of a decision it is for you to date me.” Tears streamed down her face and Rafe wiped the tears off her face. 

“Baby, it doesn’t matter what they think. I don’t even make them happy.” He pulled her into his chest. She cried, soaking his shirt and he rubbed her back. 

“I just hope you don’t come to a realization that you don’t love me anymore because I’m a Pogue. I have to worry about a richer, prettier girl with a great family that might sweep you off your feet. And that idea just haunts me.” 

“Nothing is going to come in between us, I promise you that.” Rafe held her tighter. 

Rafe didn’t know that soon things would come in between them, but he really meant that no matter what happened, he would choose her every single damn time.

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[the-only-ace]

Hey I know you are really busy with all the request and job and all that but can you do shinee's reaction to s/o stealing their t-shirts and hoodies?? You can make them one shots of you want too😁

shinee reacts: their s/o wearing their clothes

heyyy~ i really liked this request because i personally love to do this. for this request, i want to try something new since you gave me an idea with the one-shots part. so instead of describing their reactions, i'll convey it in a form of a short story. it will still be per member! i hope you will like this one (heads up though, the posts is a bit longer than my usual shinee reacts) <3

p.s. if you guys can, kindly let me know if you like this kind of format for shinee reacts. thank you!

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onew / jinki: you sighed for the nth time within just 10 short minutes. you were staring and pouting in front of your closet for you can't find the perfect clothes for your brunch date with onew. it was a hot day today and you just wanted to wear something cute but comfortable. however, it seems like your wardrobe doesn't offer that kind of outfit.

your eyes slowly traveled toward onew's part of the closet. his side was full of quirky graphic tees which you always find adorable. you don't usually borrow his clothes but you can't help but to take a peek at them and take the one that caught your eyes.

it was a white oversized shirt with a cute box cartoon drawn in front of it. you tried it on and it stopped perfectly on your thighs, making it look like a cute dress. surprisingly, it even matches the pair of sneakers you were wearing.

before you can even decide whether you were keeping it on or not, onew walked into your room. his hair a bit damp and he was only wearing a towel considering that he just took a shower.

"oh, is that my shirt?" he pointed at you.

"uh... yeah. do you mind? i just wanted to wear something that is yours." you sheepishly replied.

"no problem!" he beamed his big bright smile before proceeding to get his own outfit.

you muttered a thank you then went to your vanity to finish touching up your makeup. afterward, you grabbed your phone and wallet and placed them inside your shoulder bag.

"alright, I'm ready to go..." you trailed off as you saw what he looked like. "what the hell are you wearing, lee jinki?"

"your shirt?" he raised an eyebrow, clearly feigning ignorance.

he was wearing your favorite grey t-shirt and it looked pitiful on him, it was as if it can tear at any moment. it barely covered his abdomen and was stretched to its limit.

"no shit, sherlock." you facepalmed at his usual weirdness. "what i want to know is why... why are you wearing it?"

"i thought we were doing a thing wherein we wear each other's clothes." he shrugged as if his response should be expected.

"what? no! please have mercy on my shirt and put on your own clothes." you can't help but laugh at him as you pushed him back to the dresser.

"alright, alright! i just wanted to make you laugh and look, it worked perfectly." he playfully pinched the tip of your nose before taking off the top he borrowed. "also, you should keep that shirt since it looks a hundred--no, million--times better on you."

"thanks, love," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a warm hug.

key / kibum:

after the long busy months, you were finally having a girl's night with your best friends. you stood in front of the full-length mirror in your room to give yourself a final check. your hair was styled into textured waves and your lips were colored with the boldest red lipstick you can find. your nude heels matched the little black dress you were wearing. your outfit looked almost perfect and you just knew what you were missing. you quickly snatched key's gold leather jacket and put it on. ah, perfection.

this was the norm for you. your boyfriend's wardrobe was beyond incredible especially his outerwear collection and you just had to wear them every chance you can get. to be honest, key was very stubborn in letting you borrow his clothes... at first. after all the compromising, begging, and crying you made, he eventually budged and gave up. of course, it does not come for free. he practically made you sign a contract that once you stained his clothes, you have to shoulder the bill of the laundry and the shop will be chosen by him. however, if you damaged or god forbid, lost his clothes, you have to replace them. you immediately said yes to all of the conditions in a heartbeat. so far you only paid for 2 incredulously expensive laundry bills.

now, you were finally ready to leave. you walked out of the bedroom and made your way down the living room. there, key was sitting on the couch watching one of his favorite tv series.

"I'll be going out now," you announced as you grab your car keys near the front door.

"hey, hey, hey!" key clicked his tongue upon seeing your clothes. he was now looking behind his shoulder and giving you a stink eye. "is that my jacket?"

"um... maybe?" you gave him an awkward smile.

"of course, it's mine." he shook his head disapprovingly. "only i can pull that off, by the way." he sassily added.

"wow, i didn't know the fashion police was here. you should have given me a head's up, babe ." you bit back with a scoff. the last time you checked, you looked damn fine in it.

"just stating facts, baby," he replied in english.

"alright, then why don't you take me shopping then? so you can buy me a new set of clothes that will satisfy your standards." you challenged and if he said yes, you were clearly the winner.

"excuse me, i do call you 'baby' but i am not your sugar daddy. go now, you'll be late." he shooed you off.

"okay bye," a playful smirk appeared on your face. "daddy."

this made key rolled his eyes before turning his back on you. he would very much rather ignore you if you keep on acting that way.

"it's bye now, for real." you giggled as you open the door. "love you!" you called out before stepping out.

"love you too, brat." key mumbled with a small smile.

minho:

winter was approaching and the air was slowly becoming colder than usual. it was the best time to stay in the comfort of your warm home and enjoy hot cocoa with your loved ones. a perfect time to wear your sweaters and hoodies indoors. however, this was not the case for minho for his favorite hoodie was missing.

"hey, babe?" he called out from the bedroom. "have you seen my black hoodie? the one with the white writings on it."

"what's that, i didn't hear you?" you went inside a few seconds later.

and there it was, his favorite hoodie being worn by his favorite person. you looked smaller while wearing it since it was way too big for you. the hem almost touched your knees and your whole arms were lost inside the sleeves. he can't help but smile at the sight.

"nothing, i was just looking for my hoodie but it looks like i found it." he gestured at the clothes you were wearing.

"oh, shoot. sorry, i didn't tell you that i borrowed it." you hit your forehead with your palm.

"it's okay. you're free to use them anytime, anyway." he patted the top of your head.

within the last few weeks, minho noticed that you sometimes wear his clothes. it was not a daily thing though and you even asked for his permission. slowly, it became every day and he would just be surprised to see you walking around the house parading his jackets and sweaters. he didn't mind it though, he was just curious about what you do to your own clothing. also, he hoped that he still had some remaining tops for himself during the cold season.

well, guess luck was not on his side.

his eyes were staring at his closet wherein there was only one jacket left, one. you followed his gaze and you promptly felt the warmth raised to your cheeks. you were surely red from embarrassment now. you were happily wearing his clothes that you didn't have the time to count how much was left.

"oh my god, i'm sorry! i didn't--" you cut yourself off as you watched him put on the lone jacket from his dresser. "i'm sorry, i didn't notice it. i just... can't help myself. your jackets are so comfortable and warm compare to mine." you tried to explain yourself. also not to mention that they all smelled just like him.

"don't worry about it." he reassured you as he placed his arm around your shoulder. "just be mindful next time. i might end up half-naked someday, you know."

"how can you be so sure that's not my goal?" you teased before sticking your tongue out.

he laughed at your silliness and then pressed a soft kiss on your warm forehead. you decided to make a cup of hot cocoa for him as a peace offering.

taemin:

it was past midnight and it was raining cats and dogs outside. you visited taemin in his apartment for a stay-at-home dinner date but a storm came before you can even go back home. taemin then convinced you to spend the night there instead. it was not a big deal anyway since you stayed over a lot of times already. you just didn't bring your sleepover bag with you and the dress you were wearing was definitely not comfortable to sleep on.

your caring boyfriend of course promised to ease your worries. the two of you shared a warm bath after dinner and he lent you his clothes for you to change to. so that was how you ended up on his couch, fighting off sleep because the show you both were watching always had a cliffhanger ending per episode. you two needed some answers before you can drift off to sleep peacefully. it was the weekend tomorrow anyway so staying up late won't hurt that much.

your head was laying on his lap while his right hand was playing on the locks of your hair and his left one was comfortably resting on the top of your hip. his hand would occasionally rub circles on the exposed skin. as much as you hate to move from your cozy spot, you had to or else you might end up dozing off right there and then. not to mention, him playing on your hair does not help at all.

you slowly got up from the sofa as you tried to stifled a yawn. "i'll just go get some cold drink." you pushed yourself up from your seat.

you then raised your arms and stretched with a satisfied groan. your shoulders and back were sore after laying down for more or less 3 hours. you can even hear your joints cracking from stretching out. also, you felt the shirt you were wearing raised up.

taemin's shirts were not overly huge for you whenever you wore them. the hem barely covered your behind and right now you were sure that a tiny portion of your buttcheeks was peeking through the white tee. you weren't conscious about it, taemin saw much more than that anyway.

suddenly, you felt a slap across your behind which made you freeze on your spot. you looked behind and saw your boyfriend confidently leaning on the couch with his legs crossed.

"did you just slap my butt?" you inquired.

"uh-huh," he nodded with a cocky grin. "want me to spank you again?"

you frowned a little as you processed the sudden change of mood. taemin won't deny it though, seeing you in his shirts always made his heart skip a bit and his breathing ragged. you always looked effortlessly sexy in them.

"sure, why not?" you replied wickedly after a few seconds of silence.

taemin processed your answer in a split second and he hastily grabbed you by the waist and threw you on his broad shoulders. he did not forget you give you another smack on the ass when he made his way toward the bedroom, the television was completely forgotten.

[og-danny-dorito]

[𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬]

hi i dont see enough content for him so here we are. little tw for sexual content because my mind tends to wander but other than that we’re cool. if you have any requests, let me know!

���️𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠⚠️ : Sexual Content

- OKAY so im convinced that this man has a thing for plus sized women (or just partners in general) and i cant really pinpoint why??

- like its not even a fetish thing he just,, loves the squish so much like there is no way that his hands won’t wander to your belly fat if the two of you are cuddling okay he will not be able to keep his hands to himself

- it’s also a stress reliever to be able to just idly touch and squeeze and kiss your body at random so he might do that after a long day out of habit

- DEFINITELY the sugar daddy type. he barely spends any of the money he earns anyway so why not just spend it on you??

- buys you literally anything you want no matter how big or small PLUS SOME. the clothes he gets you are always revealing too okay he wants to show you off

- but god forbid anyone else stares at you the way he does. his possessiveness isn’t like concerning or anything but he definitely makes it clear that you’re not for anyone else but him

- doesn’t get jealous tho, he trusts you and knows you’d never do something like that to him

- however, if you hypothetically teased him a little bit by pretending to reciprocate the flirting... yeah it’s over for your ass

- you will not be able to walk for a good week and a half and the marks you have coming out of it are enough to remind you of who you belong to ;)

- overall though he’s pretty gentle and lazy during sex cause he’s like,,, tired most of the time SKDKKF

- like he puts in effort but he’s either being really slow and teasing about it or just letting you ride him

- on that note: favorite position is cowgirl/reversed cowgirl cause he likes watching everything jiggle

- like bro there’s a REASON he likes plus sized partners and it’s not just for the squish. he likes the way your body bounces when you ride him and how you have to jump to get into jeans and how your thighs spill over thigh highs and- you get the idea

- on top of that he also loves someone who’s a foodie like he is (whether you’re plus sized or not)

- nanami cooks a lot since he has a fascination with food, and you bet your ass you’re going to be his taste tester

- all of it is great so there’s really no need to test it? but he likes having your stamp of approval before sitting down to have dinner with you

- oh also remember what i said about spoiling you?? he definitely brings you out to REALLY fancy restaurants then asks your review of them

- he really values your opinion and is interested in what you have to say so telling him what you're thinking about is like crack to him. and it doesn’t even have to be about food man like tell him ANYTHING

- do it ESPECIALLY when he’s at work. like i know you’d think he wouldn’t want to be distracted but the last fuckin thing he wants to be is away from you so it helps to have you tell him about things throughout the day even though he might not always respond to them

- like he likes to see little texts from you every time he looks at his phone because it makes him feel one step closer to being home: you in his lap on the couch and your fingers entertained in his hair. just the thought of it gets him through the day

- however calling isn’t a good idea though since he unfortunately needs to get shit done, but if you don’t text at least twice in a day he gets worried and calls during his lunch break

- on that note: although it may not look like it he’s actually fuckin pretty clingy

- like in public he’s a little bit more reserved about it since he doesnt like drawing attention to himself unless it’s to show you off ofc but behind closed doors?? oh my god

- his hands are EVERYWHERE

- his favorite thing to do is to have one hand holding a book and the other on your hip as you sit in his lap, reading with him and stealing kisses every once and a while

- like this man LIVES for the domestic feel of just being alone in your house together that you’re surprised he’s not hellbent on getting married and having kids already

- he is, but he hasnt said anything about it since he doesnt want to scare you skdjfdnjk

- but he’ll save the marriage discussions for later; right now he’s perfectly happy as is and will remain so as long as you choose to stay by his side

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚: His favorite body part is probably your chest cause he likes to rest his head there after a long day and listen to the way your voice reverberates there when you speak.

[-𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.-]

[mrs-march-ahs]

Stop- you're so talented it hurts😫 I've literally been thinking about your Kit Walker fic for the last three days...

GIRL😭😭 Literally uno reverse card tho🥰 That’s so sweet! I’m honestly so so glad you enjoyed it! I love writing for you sm😌 On the topic of which baeby-

Angry Sex with Kit Walker

“Angry sex with Kit where he’s super dominant after a heated argument…yeah, I want that right now” -Kitwalker02

Say no more fam. 

Summary- An awkward flirty situation at the diner makes Kit angry. But soft kitten isn’t used to being angry, so he does all he can think of. He takes it out on you. I wouldn’t really call this smut because it’s mostly the build up than the actual sex but it does get spicy towards the end. 

Words- 1.6k, I might write a part 2 to this one day and write exactly how he punishes you. Also this is the first time where I sat down at my laptop and straight from the beginning to the end not getting distracted. 

Enjoy :)

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Brushing your hair up in a neat ponytail, you flinch slightly, hearing the car door shut outside. Realising Kit was finally home, you quickly put on your favourite heels and trot towards the front door, your hands flatting out your beautiful dress. Today was date night, and unlike every other date night, where Kit comes home tired and you two eat dinner, have sex and go to bed, this was going to be special. He promised you last night that he’ll take you out to eat at a nice diner, and you went out of your way to look as good as you could for him. You wore his favourite summery dress that was just short enough for him to slide his hands up it while driving and showed just enough cleavage for him to focus on you when you talked. As he opened the front door, you stood proudly in front of him, waiting for him to notice you. Instead of immediately showering you with compliments, Kit looked you up and down a few times before slowly walking over to you.

“Do you like it, Mr Walka?”, you ask quietly.

“Honestly? It’s not fair”, Kit says to you with a faux concerned expression. You look at him puzzled and he explains.

“All the other men at the diner are going to have to look at you and accept that they’ll never have you”, Kit shook his head. “I feel bad for em”. He finally smiles and you place a huge kiss on his cheek. Kit puts his arms around you and kisses your temple. The smell of grease and motor oil on his work uniform overpowers the perfume you put on and you begin to smell like him. Although Kit promises you that he’ll be super quick getting dressed, you insist for him to not change. You tell him that you’re too hungry to wait, but really you’d hate for him to smell like generic manly perfume. Especially when he could smell like Kit.

The whole ride to the diner, Kit explains to you how difficult his day was. Kit explains how too many people are trying to fix their cars by themselves and messing them up even more in the process. You understood little of the details he tells you, but it’s clear from his face that it’s bothering him a lot. You take his hand lovingly and place it on your thigh, and as usual, Kit slides it up and down, his fingertips sensually stroking your inner thigh more and more. He gives you a cheeky wink and you two lovebirds arrive at your destination.

Kit, being the gentleman he is, practically jumps out of his car seat to run round and open your car door for you. God forbid a lady like you had to do it yourself. Kit can call it romance all he wants, but the second your butt leaves the car seat, he gives you a slight smack on your behind. You jump a little and smile at him, still not used to the affectionate gesture, despite him doing it every time. He tricks you once again, opening the door to the diner and then slapping your other cheek. You smack his hand away this time and giggle, finding a clean table and sitting down. Kit sits down opposite you and rubs his shoes against your feet, playing footsies with you as if you’ve been dating a month, instead of married for six.  

A very tall, bearded man in an apron comes towards your table and passes you both menus, giving you yours first. He smiles at you and looks down at your cleavage. Though you don’t notice this, Kit definitely does. He gives the man a dominant glare, but the waiter doesn’t seem intimidated. After a few minutes, you both order what you’d like, and it soon comes. Kit seems a bit off for the whole meal, occasionally looking at the waiter and tensing his jaw. You ignore this, not only being turned on by Kit’s sudden jealousy but also knowing that it’s not a big deal. The waiter only looked and it didn’t even make you uncomfortable. You hold Kit’s hand from across the table and eat your food, trying to calm him down. The real trouble doesn’t come until the bill does.

The same waiter comes to your table and looks at Kit’s uniform. He places the bill in front of him with an amused expression.

“It’s about 20 dollars…hope that’s not too much for you”. He laughs.

Kit looks at him angry and puts his hand in his pocket. He pats around and puts his other hand in his other pocket. After a few seconds, he slowly looks at you and you smile at him, reaching down to your purse and taking out your wallet. The waiter looks down at Kit and rolls his eyes, smiling, clearly amused that he was right.

You take 20 dollars out of your purse and hand it over, and keeps playing footsie with Kit under the table, which he doesn’t reciprocate this time.

“Ain’t it nice for your lady to spoil you like this”, the waiter chuckles and takes the money from you, along with the bill. You can almost feel Kit’s blood boiling from across the table as he looks at the cocky waiter. Before Kit can say anything, the waiter winks at you and leaves. Kit stares at you angry and grabs your arm, before promptly walking out of the diner and towards his car. Once you both sit down in the car, Kit notices his wallet on his windshield, that he clearly forgot to take with him.

Kit drives home, angry and embarrassed and you say nothing to make him feel better. You didn’t expect Kit to react so aggressively to not being able to pay one single bill. You open your mouth, trying to find comforting words to say before Kit forcefully slaps his hand down on your thigh, making you gasp. Instead of gentle affectionate touches, he grabs your thigh and squeezes it, and keeps a tight grip on it while he drives home.

Once you arrive home and both walk in, Kit slams the door and stomps over to you.

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me?”, he barks at you. Kit never shouted and especially never at you. Any arguments that you ever had were more focussed on fixing problems in the relationship than taking out your anger on each other.

You laugh at him sarcastically. “It’s not a big deal, what was I meant to do? Not pay? Have them call the police because your ego won’t allow me to pay?”. You sit down on the bar stool in the kitchen and face him. He rubs his face listening to you and when you’re finished, walks over to you and puts his arm on the counter beside you.

“If you hadn’t worn this dress and caught his attention in the first place, it wouldn’t have been as embarrassing that I can’t pay”.

Your mouth automatically opens hearing his words, and you huff. When he puts his other arm on the counter, trapping you in, you push him away and stand up.

“But you liked the dress when I was dressed up for you!”, you raise your voice at him, for the first time. “Is it my fault other men have eyes too?”

You storm away into your bedroom and take it off, throwing the dress on the bed angrily. Although it was ridiculous, you were almost angry at the dress for making you look good. You take out a top and shorts to wear around the house, and as you begin dressing up, you hear Kit’s footsteps coming towards your bedroom. Not as angry and fast as a few minutes ago. Now loud and slow stomps, coming in the room and walks up behind you. He grabs the top that you’re about to put on and throws it on the bed. He puts his hands on your waist and leans into your ear.

“I think you need to be reminded who you belong to”.

His dominant words send a shiver up your spine. You turn around to look at Kit, but he straight away uses the grip on your waist to turn back around and push you on the bed, falling face first. He quickly rips your underwear off and throws them behind him, not caring where they end up. You gasp at his actions, being way more aggressive and dominant than he’s ever been. Kit’s a pretty vanilla guy and you would never have thought that he’s capable of talking that dirty, let alone treating you like this. You close your eyes and bite your lip, feeling enjoying the tingles on your thighs and between them. You push your face against the bed, anxious and ready for Kit’s next bold move. And it quickly arrives, in the form of a sharp slap against your ass cheeks. You flinch and gasp as it hits, each large hand of Kit’s slapping a cheek and leaving a slightly red mark on you. He spreads your legs forcefully and kneels on the bed behind you, unbuckling his belt. You bite down on your lip, feeling the tingles from the spank warm you up on the inside. He puts his arms on either side of your shoulders, and you admire his veiny strong arms and hands. He leans down to your face and looks you dead in the eye, with his already black eyes darker than usual and his jaw tense and sharp.

“You’re gonna regret buying that dress when I’m done with you”.