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leafsbabe · 8 months

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Justin Herbert - sparks fly (SMUT)

4.3k words, reader is described as not small height wise but the rest is hopefully vague enough

Coming to LA had been a spur of the moment decision but you never regretted it one bit.

You wanted an adventure and one of your friends needed an apartment sitter/somebody to take over their rent for a three month trip overseas so you packed a bag and headed to Hollywood. What you didn’t anticipate was falling in love with the city and so your illegal sublet turned into a small apartment of your own, your vacation into an unpaid internship into a paid internship into a job, and your adventure into a new home.

You didn’t live lavishly like the upper echelon but you could pay your rent, go to large outdoor flea markets on the weekend, and splurge on tacos from the taqueria at the corner while still putting away some money for savings so it was safe to say that life was going pretty damn great.

Justin and you bumped into each other on a hike. Or rather he bumped into you, causing you to stumble, fall, and skim your knee in the least sexy way possible… if there even was a sexy way to get hurt.

But Justin had been sweet, squatting down next to you and making sure you weren't seriously hurt before helping you up. You weren’t a short girl, never had been, but this handsome stranger towered over you in a way that made your thoughts run wild. You couldn’t help but look up at him while he helped you to the nearest bench. He sat down with you and you both drank from your water bottles side by side, sneaking glances at each other from the corners of your eyes.

He was the first to say something, his words stuck in your memory to this day. “Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.”

Later you would learn that this was supposed to be a pick-up line and the follow up would have been about him seeing you in his dreams but at that time you had just filmed a scene in a popular tv procedural as scared coffee shop visitor #4 (something you had told everyone back home and no one in LA, because it felt weird to talk about something like that here) so you just blurted that out.

Was it embarrassing? Yes. Did it lead to you two sitting there on that bench talking about shows until the sun started to set? Also yes.

Justin and you exchanged numbers and you even threw caution in the wind and let him walk you to your car, because pretty serial killers wouldn’t talk about the nuances of copaganda for hours and if they did you’d take you chances at knocking him out with your reusable water bottle even if he was over a head taller than you.

That night you sent each other a handful of messages. The next day he even called you after work like a total weirdo. The weekend after he took you to a restaurant in the hills and encouraged you to order something that wasn’t the cheapest salad on the menu because he was going to pay, like a gentleman. You shared a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice. Him because he drove, you because you wanted that gorgeous man to absolutely rail you and thought any perceived inebriation might prevent that.

He didn’t fuck you but there was a prolonged make out session in his car where he felt up your tits, so you didn’t even feel bad getting yourself off with your trusty vibrator after he dropped you off at your apartment.

Your second date took you outside again with a small hike followed by a picnic. He had packed all kinds of food because he wasn’t sure what you liked and had forgotten to ask. Justin laughed about panicking and buying half a store worth of snacks just so that you’d have something you like. It was so sweet.

He didn’t kiss you like he did after the first date, wild and like he had to hold himself back.

No. His kisses were sweet, hands never wandering above your waist or below you hips. He did accept it when you invited him up to your place for a coffee though. Half a dirty iced chai latte later he had you pressed against your couch, his large hands dangerously close to your ass.

Yet he still didn’t fuck you.

“Next time,” he promised with his head buried in your throat, “after our third date I'll take you home and won’t let you leave my bed for the next three days.”

It was sweet, in a way, and you hadn’t had sex since before you moved to LA anyways so what difference would a few more days make.

“Okay. Tomorrow?” You didn’t even care that it sounded desperate.

“Can’t.” Justin groaned. “We’re leaving for an away game the day after tomorrow and I meant what I said about keeping you in my bed.”

You felt his lips against your pulse as he spoke.

“When do you get back?”

“In four days.”

Fuck. Maybe a few more days did make a difference.

He kissed your neck again, grinding down and showing you just why the wait would be worth it. Hopefully you would remember to charge your vibrator.

He took you to an arcade style place for your third date and it was an absolute blast. With so many options of games to try out you barely had time to look at everything. Justin was a gentleman the entire time, a pattern you noticed during your last two dates. Even though you’d worn a short skirt (and safety shorts because tall girls and mini skirts didn’t always get along) and cozied up to him all afternoon his hands remained off your ass and solidly in PG-13 areas.

You were having fun, challenging each other while laughing the entire time, but you were looking forward to the end of the date when you could finally go home with him. You could feel the vibe shift, growing needier as time went on, with Justin reflecting his own desires back at you.

When you accidentally touched a sticky surface and had to go to the bathroom to wash your hands you had the genius idea to take off the shorts and shove them to the bottom of your bag.

And boy did that idea pay off.

Twenty minutes later you were in the front seat of his car as Justin drove the two of you back to his place with his right hand on your thigh inching higher and higher. He didn’t look at you as it slid under your skirt, eyes on the road, but the smirk on his lips made it clear to you that he knew what he was doing. He was so close to touching you where you needed him the most when the car stopped and he withdrew his hand as you groaned.

“Patience.” He teased.

You climbed out of the car before he could help you out, downright eager now. By the time you reached his front door you could barely hold yourself back. All it took was a split second, the door closed behind you and Justin unceremoniously pressed you against it as his lips landed on yours.

You’ve never been a small girl but the way you had to tilt your head to kiss Justin had a way of making you feel tiny. He bent down, lips never separating from yours, and just picked you up, hands under your skirt somewhere between your plush thighs and your ass. You moaned and he continued kissing you, fingers kneading against your soft skin as he turned around and started waking further into his apartment. God, you hoped his hands would leave bruises.

A noise interrupted you and when you looked to the side you saw a cat looking back at you from where it was perched on a cabinet. Justin didn’t follow your eyes, lip finding your neck instead. “That’s Nova.” He mumbled against your skin. “I’ll introduce you two later.” Then he sucked hard and you forgot everything except him. Somehow you made your way to his bedroom, something you only noticed after he let you fall back against the pillows.

With Justin standing at the edge of the bed looking down on you, you felt even smaller. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, showing off his strong muscles. Oh, how you wanted them to hold you down as he took you.

You took off your shirt in one smooth motion, throwing it somewhere to the side of the bed and hoped that Justin wouldn’t mind. Judging by the way he was staring at your tits, he didn’t.

Justin soon followed your lead, stripping his clothes off as you watched. There was no denying that he was smoking hot, his body solid and you couldn't help but press your thighs together in the search of some relief.

“What do you need?”

Need. Not want. You had to take a moment to collect yourself. What did you need?

“I need you to fuck my mouth,” you started, “I need to choke on your dick until I cry and I need you to fuck me until I forget my name and can only scream yours.”

For a moment you worried that it would be too much. That it would be too rough for Justin or that you were too needy. But the look in his eyes showed you that he would give you everything you asked for.

Justin stood in front of the bed, looking down at you while he stroked his dick. Precum gathered at his tip and a whimper left your lips at the sight.

“You want it?” He asked, tone just mocking enough to make you close your legs harder, desperately looking for any kind of friction.

You nodded while looking up at Justin, moving on the bed to get closer to him. Finally you could almost taste him. The pink tip of his dick just barely touched your lips.

“Please.” You begged for him to let you have it.

“Be a good girl and show me you deserve it.”

He gave it to you slowly. One hand holding his dick, the other cradling your cheek, as you took it.

Justin felt heavy in your mouth as you took more and more of him. He was big, yes, but you knew you would manage to swallow all of him. You looked up at him through your lashes until his muscles blocked the view and you could close your eyes, fully concentrating on making sure that Justin would give you everything you needed.

Slowly you pushed yourself to your limit, fitting him into your throat until your lips wrapped around his base. Justin’s dick was a lot to take in and you didn’t know if you could take it should he try and fuck your throat but for a short moment —with him frozen in front of you— you managed to take all of him.

You swallowed around him once, twice, and began to slowly pull back before Justin moved again.

“Fuck.” His voice was deep and low as the hand that had been cradling your cheek moved to now hold the back of your head instead.

You couldn’t help but moan around him, the vibrations around his dick only making him hold onto you tighter.

“Good girl.” His fingers flexed against your head and the combinations of both made you feel dizzy, happy that you could be good for him.

With his other hand Justin reached out and trailed his fingertips from your shoulder down your arm until you realized what he wanted and gave him your hand. He brought it to his thigh, letting you lay your palm flat along the thick firm muscle before covering it with his own.

“If I’m too rough,” Justin started, “or you need me to slow down, if you just want to take a break or stop for any reason, you slap my leg and I’ll stop. Understood?”

Nodding yes didn’t seem to satisfy Justin, instead he used the hand on your head to pull you off him. You barely managed to do that thing with your tongue before he had you looking up at him through your lashes again.

“I need you to say it.”

“Understood.” And oh how wrecked your voice already sounded. There was no doubt in your mind that it would be completely gone by tomorrow.

“Good girl.” He said again, before silencing your whine with his dick.

There was no denying that Justin was strong. He was thick with muscle, powerful, yet you never felt unsafe as he picked up the pace.

He was rough like you had asked him to. Thrusting hard and fast and pushing your head down to meet him halfway. It was maddening. Above you Justin said something but you were far too gone to listen.

It wasn’t until his movements got gentler and he slowly withdrew from your mouth that you tuned back in.

Justin hadn’t come and was still hard, was one thing you noticed, looking between his dick in front of you and his face high above you.

The fact that you had teared up like you had told him you wanted to, was another.

His hands came up to cradle your face and he gently wiped away the tears with his thumbs as you looked at him.

“So pretty.” His voice was soft, gentle as if to not spook you and the thought of him underestimating you made you want to protest but all that ended up happening was you pouting as he stroked your cheeks.

“Aw don’t pout. You can suck it again later. I just didn’t want to come until I got to fuck you.”

He had to bend down to kiss you, this tall man folding in half to reach you where you kneeled on his bed, and the reminder of your size difference made you squirm.

In response Justin kissed you harder, pushing forward until you lost our balance and fell back on the bed. In a fluid motion Justin followed, bracing himself above you as his lips found your lips, your jaw, your neck.

He made his way down your body, leaving behind a trail of kisses as he went. When he reached your chest he departed from his careful line of kisses. The two kisses, sweet little pecks almost, that he pressed to either boob, stood in stark contrast with his hand that bullied it’s way under your body so that he could unhook your bra. He tugged on the bridge until it became loose enough for you to get the hint and shrug it off while he pulled your skirt and embarrassingly soaked underwear down your legs in one smooth motion.

You didn’t even get the chance to think about hiding yourself from Justin before his large hands gently parted your legs enough for him to fit between them. His mouth fit itself against the skin on the side of your knee before he slowly, teasingly, kissed his way up to where you needed him most. Even though you anticipated the first touch of his lips against your pussy it still sent a shock through your body.

Justin didn’t waste any time pretending to tease you any longer. His lips found your clit almost immediately, wrapping around the small bud almost lovingly before sucking. His tongue toyed with it while you moaned his name. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled, hard, but not hard enough to dislodge Justin’s wonderful mouth. It took two more moans before he released your clit and wandered lower, dragging his lips along your skin as he moved. The first drag of his tongue was testing, exploring. The second one wasn’t tame at all.

Justin groaned against your pussy and you swore you could feel it through your entire body. He pulled away for a moment and a pitiful whine left your lips at the loss of his mouth, only for it to turn into a moan when you saw him licking his lips before diving in again.

You got lost in the feeling of his mouth on you, the way his lips moved so similarly to when he was kissing you just moments before. His long fingers joined his lips in bringing you pleasure and you couldn’t hold back anymore, grinding against his face until you came with your thighs wrapped around his head.

Justin continued to mouth at your thigh as you started to come down before he stood up from the bed and you took a moment to just watch him. The aftershock of your orgasm still ran through your body and combined with the picture in front of you it felt like a high you never wanted to end. Justin was breathing heavy, his thick chest rising and falling hard. The last bit of sunlight shining through the curtains tinted the bedroom in a soft light making his face glisten and you realized with a jolt that the wetness on his cheeks came from you.

The fading light painted him golden, with his hair shining like a halo, a statue as a tribute to raw desire. His likeness could grace museums across the globe, giving other marbles complexes but instead of the Louvre he stood in his bedroom, looking down at you sprawled across his bed, waiting for him to take you like he had promised.

When Justin finally moved it was in determined long strides. He was a simple man that kept his condoms in the first drawer of his nightstand. Part of you wanted to tell him to forget about them, to fuck you bare until you were dripping with him, but you didn’t want to spook him with your eagernes, so you resigned yourself to bringing it up the next time. Justin passed you on his hunt for protection and you had to crane your neck back to watch him, but the view made up for it. His front was absolutely gorgeous but you had to admit that his backside was quite nice to look at as wel.You were debating whether or not you should reach out to touch him when he turned around, box in hand, before throwing it onto the bed near your head. It still had plastic around it and you couldn’t help but imagine Justin going to the store in preparation of your date, grabbing it not just in case but on purpose. Had he gotten it in preparation for this date? After the second date? After your first? The big box seemed awfully ambitious though. Perfect.

Instead of walking back to the end of the bed and working his way up your body again Justin just skipped straight to holding himself above you and you didn’t waste any time getting your hands into his locks and pulling him down until your lips connected. He kissed you hard and fast while slowly lowering himself until his heavy body pressed yours into the mattress. It felt so easy to let yourself be blanketed by his warmth, his solid body so close to yours that you could feel every inch of his desire.

“Fuck.” He exclaimed as he pulled away from the kiss. Justin didn’t venture far though, staying close enough that you could feel the strands of his hair tickling your cheeks.

“Can you…” He nodded towards the box.

You nodded, eager, before reaching for the box and struggling to rip it open. When it finally popped open it did so in spectacular fashion, spilling an avalanche of little foil packets all over the bed and your body.

“Oh.”

You didn’t know which one of you laughed first but it took some time before the two of you calmed down again. Justin helped you clear the mess, swiping the countless packets towards the free side of the bed. It should feel weird, at least a little bit, now that the tension between Justin and you got broken. For a second you feared that your clumsiness had turned him off completely but then he kissed you again, slow and deep and like he wanted to devour you.

One of his hands reached for the pile of condoms while the other moved up your side, cupping one of your boobs when he reached them. His thumb barely grazed your nipple before Justin moved away but he still managed to pull a moan from your lips.

“Ready?” He asked, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Yes.” You needed him so badly. “Please.”

The first push of him inside you was careful but determined. Justin gave you aloof himself until he was buried to the hilt, pausing once he was fully inside you and giving you time to adjust to his large size. Youwanted to tell him to move,to fuck you until you felt him days fromnow, butbefore you could ask-beg-demand he silenced you with another seering kiss. You learned why when he pulled away from the kiss, still buried deep inside you.

“I need to be careful with you.” He talked low, almost whispering. “Don’t want you to be sore when I fuck you again later.”

It made sense. Afterall Justin had promised to keep you in his bed for days. But with him filling youtube so perfectly, there was simply no room left for logical thinking.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he started to move. Slow, meticulous thrusts that didn’t feel overwhelming at first but drove you wild after just a few movements of his hips. There was something otherworldly in the way he managed to hit all the places that needed to be hit, filling you up perfectly again and again and again. Justin stayed close to you while he fucked you, his hips grinding in deep and putting just enough pressure on your clit to send sparks of pleasure through your whole body.

Your hands tightened in his hair, making him groan before dipping down and encapsulating one of our nipples with his hot, wet mouth.

“Jus- Justin.”

His teeth grazed against the soft flesh of your boob teasingly before his tongue delved down, soothing the hard peak between his lips in gentle laps. Justin groaned when you tugged on his hair and the sensation of it vibrating against your skin just made you tighten your grip further. There was no denying that you needed him. Him and his soft mouth and his hard dick and his strong body pressed against yours. This perfect wave of pleasure just kept building with every single movement but you couldn’t reach your high.

“Just—” He bit down hard enough for it to sting before his tongue traced the slight indents. “Please.”

You weren’t above begging but your fucked out brain couldn’t think of any more words. Thankfully he seemed to understand what you needed even without your saying it.

“Fuck. Okay.” He lifted himself a little bit higher, chuckling when you whined at the loss of his weight and warmth. “You asked for this.”

He sounded just the right amount of condescending when you clenched around him and he rewarded you with a “good girl”.

You didn’t last long after Justin started fucking you properly, rough and fast like you had wanted him to. The power behind his thrusts was enough to move you on the bed, closer and closer towards the headboard every time your bodies connected. He had stopped holding back and made you come with only a handful of thrusts.

When you came to it was with Justin holding himself above your body —breathing hard— and your still shaking thighs wrapped around his hips. Part of you felt disappointed for missing what he looked like when he came but you knew there would be more than enough orgasms for you to catch a glimpse.

It took you a while to feel secure enough to remove your legs from him. After you did so Justin carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom. While he went to get a towel to help clean you up you were left in his bed. It took some energy to sit up but it didn’t hurt. You felt empty but that could be changed soon enough. 15 minutes. Maybe 20. Depending on when Justin wanted to go again.

Speaking of. Justin returned to his bedroom, still gloriously naked, holding water bottles in one of his hands and what looked like a washcloth and a towel in the other. You didn’t feel self conscious as he helped you clean up. He had seen every part of you already anyway.

He offered you a shirt of his to cover up but you didn’t mind being bare before him. There was the hint of a love bite starting to form on your chest and you hated the thought of covering up all his hard work. Still, you made a mental note to take him up on his offer later. You had a feeling that a shirt that fit his large frame would swallow you up and you wanted nothing more than to live out the big men’s shirt moment that had been denied you for so long.

Instead you curled up with him, his blanket half draped over your bodies while you just laid there, enjoying the closeness between you. The energy between Justin and you continued to be magnetic, even after giving in to your desires, and you found yourself unable to tame a wide smile.

“Happy?” Justin looked at you with a soft smile on his lips.

“Hmmm. Very.” You let your eyes wander for a moment. “Want to make out?”

Instead of verbally answering Justin just cupped your face and brought your mouths together in a saccharine kiss.

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dellalyra · 1 year

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JUJUTSU KAISEN - Where do they take you on your first date?

A/N: pixie attempts headcanons.

N A N A M I

Nanami is definitely bringing you to dinner. It’s classic, timeless and tried and tested. He’ll pick a nice restaurant, not pretentious or obnoxious and very cosy - with good food. He’s showing up to pick you up with a simple bouquet of flowers, after dinner perhaps a stroll in the nearest park or he will walk you home.

G E T O

I feel like Geto is a coffee shop date guy. Simple but casual. He’ll show up with that damn smirk in a black oversized sweatshirt and pay for both your coffees. It’s just easy with him, there’s no airs or graces and god do you have fun. He leans over the table to wipe some foam from your lower lip and then licks said foam off his own thumb, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

G O J O

The most gorgeous little French patisserie, all soft colours and macarons and cream puff pastries. He’d feeding you little pastries the whole time and you don’t think you’ve ever seen such delight in a person’s eyes or laughed as much in your life. Neither of you want the date to be over, so it carries over into buying take home desserts and sitting on the balcony of his penthouse apartment, giggling as he manoeuvres you into his lap and you battle it out on Mario Kart.

M E G U M I

Bookshop. Don’t @ me on this. It’s cute, he has two hot chocolates in hand as he picks you up and then you stroll around the large bookshop picking up books to recommend each other, you end up buying one for the other to read. Before you part ways, you grip his scarf and pull his head down to your lips and kiss him gently and quickly.

“Bye, ‘Gumi.”

Adorable, he’s so blushy you might faint.

Y U U J I

ARCADE. He lets you win everything. Wins you 100 prizes and you’re following him around like he’s an excited puppy. He gets really excited because he wanted to show off so he decides to do just that by setting the record on the boxing machine. When the highest record lights and bells ring out he pulls you into his arms and spins you around and kisses you in a flurry of excitement. Seems shocked with himself when he sets you down, he goes to apologise but you just pull him to kiss you again.

C H O S O

Okay hear me out. The aquarium. He wouldn’t know really where to go so you suggest the aquarium, it’s one of your favourite places and you think he’d enjoy it. You have never seen anything sweeter than how enchanted he is by all the sea creatures, when you get to the rock pools and you can pick up starfish and other small animals he is so gentle with them you might just marry him then and there.

I N U M A K I

Talking isn’t his strong suit, for obvious reasons. So the cinema is perfect, he buys you both HUGE buckets of popcorn and then holds your hand or has his arm wrapped around your shoulders the whole film. He is so smooth and doesn’t need a word to do it. You go for milkshakes afterwards and giggle through text and sign language if you know it about whatever film you saw.

Y U U T A

The zoo. You both just wander around cooing over the animals or laughing at the silly things they do. If you pick up a silly animal hat then he will definitely wear it because the smile you give him could convince him the sky was yellow. He has a little picnic for you both to share on one of the sweet picnic benches together - full of your favourites that he had asked around to find out.

N O B A R A

Eh? Shopping.

M A K I

A hike is something I can definitely see her enjoying as a first date, it’s easy to find things to talk about on a date - it’s active so she’s still happy and it’s something you both enjoy doing - when you need a hand jumping a small stream, she’s taking your hand to balance your jump, “Atta girl.”

N O R I T O S H I

Escape room. No question.

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projectbluearcadia · 3 months

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Well-Deserved Rest

NSFW Sub!Lucifer x GN!MC Spice Rating - 3/4 ; BDSM Rating 0/3

[ Premise - Lucifer is all stressed out again, and you’ve decided that you’re going to make him unwind by taking control and spoiling the shit out of him. ]

Lucifer makes me sub... but sub!Luci makes me want to dom his ass.

CW: None, really? One spank, Lucifer receiving.

Wordcount - 2546

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

“Lucifer?” you say in shock as you watch the oldest brother, not even wearing his waistcoat or his gloves in the kitchen. His sleeves are hiked up to his elbows, his crimson tie missing. He gazes at you for a long moment, just as he reaches the coffee grinder, and the stress in his eyes momentarily seems to ease before he looks away.

“Morning,” he mumbles, filling the grinder with fresh beans, and the machine hums quietly before the sound of coffee being ground fills the air, along with its wonderful scent.

“Lucifer… did you even sleep?” you ask, and at first, you think he’s ignoring you, and on the off-chance that he couldn’t hear you over the grinder, you decide to wait until it’s finished. “Lucifer. Did you sleep?”

“What? Oh… I think I did?” He takes the grounds out, pushing them into a neat little puck before packing it into the espresso machine.

“You think?” you ask. “If you’re not going to sleep next to me, the least you can do is actually take more than a power nap. Seriously; this is getting ridiculous. You should not be getting up in the middle of the night to do work, much less pulling all-nighters.”

“I’ve gone for more than a month with less than an hour of sleep; I’ll be fine,” he mumbles, taking his coffee cup out from underneath the machine. “I don’t need you to mind me like I’m some kind of child. I know where my limits are.”

You fold your arms at him, half-tempted to actually yell at him with frustration. Though you’ve been getting him to fix some of his unhealthy habits, R.A.D. loves throwing a wrench in the works, whether it’s Diavolo, the students, his brothers, or diplomatic meetings.

“Hey!” you protest as Lucifer starts walking off with his coffee, and he pauses to look back at you.

“I have to go back to work, MC. Later?” Meaning, I will not discuss this with you now, and I’m going whether you want me to or not; be content with the fact that you’ve seen me at all today.

“You’d better come to bed tonight, Lucifer,” you growl at him, and he softly chuckles. “By 11 P.M. If you’re not there, I’m going to drag you there by force.”

“Yes, honey, I’ll come to bed. So greedy…” His voice trails off as he travels out of earshot, and you grumble a retort. I’m going to make sure you have a proper rest, you son of a bitch.

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You’re sitting in front of Lucifer’s fireplace, reading one of Satan’s book recommendations when you hear Lucifer knock on the frame of his bedroom door..

“Here I am, as requested,” Lucifer says, and you hear his leather oxfords briefly clack against the wooden floor before muffling against his rug. Then he’s behind your chair, pulling his hands over yours, leaning his head down to kiss your temple. “Come on… don’t be mad at me,” he whispers sweetly, rubbing your arms up and down. “I know it’s been a lonely week, so let’s go out for some quality time on Sunday.” Lucifer kisses your cheek, teasing your bookmark from your fingers and closing your book on it. “Maybe we can go shopping… or maybe we can see a show… go to your favorite restaurant for dinner…” He drags his lips against the back of your ear, his voice lowering by an octave. “Have lots of sex when we get home… how does that sound, darling?”

“I’m still mad at you,” you reply, and he pauses, his mouth opening to try to butter you up some more, but you don’t let him. “If you want me to stop being mad, I get to torture you when I fuck you tonight.” It’s not an unreasonable request per se, considering you’ve topped him before. It’s just not one that Lucifer expects you to ask so bluntly, which is why he doesn’t answer you for several uncomfortably long moments.

“Do whatever you please with me then,” he responds, finally, and you get up to turn and look back at him. Surprisingly enough, he looks a little nervous, and you barely stop yourself from launching at him in a fit of cuteness aggression. “Am I allowed to touch you this time…?” God, fuck, stop me from ripping his clothes off; I want to tease him.

“Yes,” you reply after a moment, “but you’re not allowed to switch to being dominant halfway through doing that. That means not taking advantage of your demon strength.”

“I agreed to this; I want to make it up to you,” Lucifer concedes softly, loosely pulling his arms around your lower back. “I’ll be your stress toy tonight, okay?” Oh, honey, that is far from what I have planned.

“That’s my good little demon,” you murmur, rubbing his head slowly, and a faint blush scatters over his cheeks at the praise. He opens his mouth to ask a question, but you cut him off as you push your lips against his, a soft groan leaving his mouth as you pull his hair and dominate his tongue. His fingers stray under your shirt, caressing the skin of your back with deliberate slowness as if he needed to savor every second he was allowed to touch you.

“Mn,” he grunts into your mouth as you tease your fingers up his inner thigh, teasing him until his hands stiffen, struggling to restrain himself from picking you up on his waist and carrying you to bed. “Ugh,” he gasps, breaking from your lips as you rub the palm of your hand against his rapidly growing bulge. “MC…”

“Remember what I told you, Lucifer,” you murmur against his lips before you shut him up, lightly tucking your fingertips underneath his shirt, stroking up his navel, into the crevice of his abdominal muscles. He relaxes a little with this little motion of yours, only to make a startled sound into your mouth as a high-pitched zip! hits the air. “You’re already like this?” you murmur against his ear as you run your thumb over his cock, straining to escape his underwear. You can feel Lucifer’s skin running hotter as you do so, his breath getting shorter. “Good boy.”

“Hah…” Lucifer gasps softly before he mumbles a soft protest.

“Oh? Then why’d your little soldier respond so eagerly, hm?” you tease, and a faint blush scatters over his cheeks as you take your time freeing his cock from its clothy confinement. It even starts to drip little white tears of gratitude.

“...because evidently, I liked it,” he admits with a bit of an embarrassed chuckle.

“You’re adorable,” you murmur sweetly, wrapping your hand around his member and half debating whether or not you wanted to wipe that calm look off his face by pushing him onto the bed and sucking on it. No, no, MC, work up to that. Make him orgasm in progressively more exciting ways.

“Right back at you,” Lucifer replies, breathless as he watches you intently, his hands rubbing your waist up and down, up and down. “And incredibly fucking tempting.” He squeezes your hips, a naughty grunt slipping past his teeth when you give his wanting tip some special attention.

“But you’re very good at resisting, aren’t you, darling? You’re doing so well, Lucifer.”

“Shit,” he groans before you kiss him again, stroking him much harder, and an almost needy moan sinks into your mouth. Ugh, I want to make him cum his brains out. “Mnn… mmm…” You can feel how close he is just by his kiss as he stops all forms of playful resistance, his lip twitching faintly as he tries not to close his mouth. His erection is just as antsy, right about ready to burst.

“Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me,” you whisper against his lips, panting, before you swallow his soft, reluctant moan as he coats your hand in his sticky, off-white semen. “See? You’re a good boy, Lucifer.” You ruffle your clean hand into his hair, and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes and blushing badly at his own actions. His tired face already looks relaxed. “Come on. Let’s go sit on the bed.”

And, as if to get back at you for how embarrassed he was, he unexpectedly squeezes your ass—hard—in both hands. You almost yelp, and you smack his ass in return, making him chuckle as you shake your hand with a wince.

He does not protest as you push him onto the edge of the bed, his lips parted as if waiting for another kiss, and you decide to grant his wish. He deserves some thorough spoiling for all that work he does.

“Take your shirt off for me,” you order, and as he does so after a moment of hesitation, you finally pay some attention to your white-slicked hand. Without breaking eye contact with Lucifer, you lick his semen off, watching him grip his covers while his demon form starts to slip out at the undoubtedly crude sight.

“MC, please… if you don’t want me to attack you right now, tie me up,” he grinds out as you suck two fingers slowly before letting them pop out of your mouth. “I can’t restrain myself for this.”

“Yes, you can,” you soothe, laying your hands on his thighs. “But if you want me to get the rope out from under the bed, that’s a different story…” You lean towards his ear to bite the shell. “Your cum is very thick and rich, by the way.”

You can tell, as you lean back, that he’s so close to snapping and railing you into oblivion that he’s nearly glaring at you with lust. If your sex wasn’t dripping before, it is now.

“I don’t want you to,” he mumbles, slowly relaxing his muscles, one by one. “But I do want to be… obedient for you.” He has to grind out the last words, his face flushing a little again as he averts his eyes from yours.

“But you’re already being so obedient,” you reply gently, kissing his neck. “Being my perfect demon. Don’t be so hard on yourself, honey. You’re doing just fine.” A rewarding little groan slips out of his throat, and you kiss down to his collarbone, offering him a gentle nibble.

“MC, I really can’t do this,” he rasps out as you rub your fingers up and down his chest, going around to his back to rub firm little circles on his lower back. You wordlessly and gently hush him with the finger of your other hand as he tries to continue before you lower your head again to kiss near one of his nipples. You desperately wish in that second that he liked it when you toyed with them, but alas…

Despite the fact that Lucifer fully shifts into his demon form as he loses patience, he doesn’t act on it as you work your way down his midsection, down his pretty abs. He is, however, much stiffer than you’d prefer, so you make sure to shower him with some extra praise for being so good for you.

“That’s right, Lucifer. You’re doing it all by yourself.” You kiss his v-line. “I’m proud of you.”

“Dammit, don’t do that to me,” he moans, covering his mouth. “Please don’t do what I hope you’re doing.” You almost laugh at him for purposely denying himself pleasure; there would be none of that tonight.

“Why not?” you purr, your cheek practically rubbing his swollen, rosy-headed penis. His wings cutely flutter at the contact. “I want seconds… while it’s still hot.” You kiss his base, and one of his hands tangles into your hair, the veins on his forearm sharply standing out as he stopped himself from pulling. His expression screeches at you, screeches, that he wants to fill your mouth up so much that his seed will flow down your chin. Dear God, why did you make this sexy creature and piss him off? I mean, more for me, but still. “Can you do that for me, you absurdly sexy bastard?” Didn’t mean to add that last part, but I guess he liked that.

“Fuck me,” he groans obscenely as you kiss his tip, looking up at him.

“Your moans are doing an excellent job of making me ready to fuck you, darling,” you rumble before you hornily close your lips around the tip of his cock, giving it a nice, long suck before you start taking more of it. More, until he’s hitting the back of your throat, and you moan softly onto him, restraining yourself from distracting yourself by rubbing your throbbing sex. Your body is already screaming at you, but you want to make sure he’s nice and warmed up for the main event.

Every movement of your tongue, every bob, every lick, every hollowing your cheeks makes Lucifer grunt, moan, and even whimper a little. Louder and filthier for you, as if he’s trying to beg for you to hurry up and fuck him without saying it.

“Do you… like that, MC?” He smiles down at you, his cheeks still pink as he grips your hair harder at the root. “Do… you like my cock? How it feels…ugh… inside your mouth?” He just wants praise now. That’s really cute.

“Mmm hm,” you hum onto him, sucking him harder and making his breath catch. You moan onto him as you fondle his balls with one hand, making him tighten his hold on your hair. He can’t stop himself from bobbing your head a few times right before he splatters the inside of your mouth, his wings spreading wide and trembling.

“MC!” he gasps out, panting as he watches you slowly let go of him, licking a streak off his length that escaped your mouth. When you swallow everything, he flops backwards into the bed, his eyes almost rolling back into his head before they refocus on the ceiling. For once, his thoughts are written on his face—that felt so fucking good; I needed this so bad…

“I do love your cock, Lucifer,” you finally say, impatiently shedding your clothes, practically throwing them to the floor with annoyance. “It’s absolutely perfect for filling me the way I want it. And it feels amazing when it’s inside me.”

Lucifer ogles your body as you crawl on top of him, smiling before you kiss him again. He doesn’t seem to mind tasting himself as he hugs you close to him gratefully, almost crying as you cup his cheek. “You had a hard week, honey… You did such an excellent job like you always do, and I love you even when I don’t see you; you’re breathtaking from those horns down to your sweet personality…” You litter his neck with kisses. “Just let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

“Yes, please,” he groans before he goes right back to kissing you, his blissful tears spilling from the corners of his eyes, his hands rubbing your back. “Please praise me more… reward me. Make love to me; I need you.”

“Finally asking for what you want,” you purr as you get ready to lower yourself onto him, kissing the corner of his lips. “Good boy.”

#sweet baby #very good #I wrote this in one day despite giving myself ten. fml #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me #lucifer brainrot #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader smut #obey me lucifer x reader #sub lucifer #dom reader

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★ Dating 2023!Bill Kaulitz ★ (Fluff overload)

AN: Oh boy, I never thought I’d actually post some of my hcs, let’s see how this goes. I’m typing this half-asleep on my phone so I apologize for any grammatical or technical mistake, please let me know if anything!!

Let’s start with setting something straight, Bill does not fall for someone easily nor does he like to sleep around, as he’s said himself. If he’s actually decided on dating you it is a synonym for “I can see an entire future with you and I have probably thought of marriage plans”

No matter how you guys met; whether it was through mutual friends, by chance or were childhood friends, it would take you weeks, months or even years of forming a strong bond before even considering the first date.

Bill has said many times that he believes in love at first sight and probably still does, but fame and people have definitely left him with some major trust issues.

Won’t give you a house key or ask you to move in till he’s completely certain that you’re fully trust-worhy, but he loves having you over with him.

Now that you guys are together, he is the sweetest person on earth, will worship you like you’re a divine creature that landed on earth. He would worship the ground you walk on if he could.

Never-ending honeymoon stage kind of relationship not going to lie-

Will take you out to theme parks, rent out movie theatres, take you on hikes and long walks on a deserted beach.

Don’t be surprised if you ever wake up to a screaming Bill, all hyped because he decided that you’re spending your weekend at Disney.

He is so cheesy but it’s so sweet to see. He’s at a point in his life that he just wants to love and be loved. Kisses on the cheek, opening doors for you, pushing your chair at restaurants. He’s a gentleman.

Till it applies to his fashion. You ARE doomed to help him out of his outfit when he decides to be a bit more daring. Just like he does with Georg and Tom he will do it with you. “y/n you know the drill. When my assistant is not around you’re my assistant now help me out of these shoes”

Speaking of shoes, he is almost 2 meters (and sometimes more) when he wears his platforms and he absolutely loves towering over you. Bill loves to see you reach for a kiss. He will also walk behind you and ruffle your hair to annoy you.

This man is so whipped. He can gush about you for hours on end in interviews, his socials or his podcast.

He would also expose you a lot on Kaulitz Hills because that’s what he does.

He loves physical touch. When you’re walking in downtown LA he will always have an arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist, holding your hand or linking your pinkies.

He has the sneakiest of hands, it’s even worse than Tom. Bill always finds a way to have hand under your shirt or skirt if you happen to wear them. He can’t help it, he loves to feel your skin on his hands.

Back Hugs !!!

You will become his muse. He loves to dress you up however he pleases, you just look so good in everything! Bill will spend so much cash on designer sets to match with you. Only the best for his beloved.

He mostly calls you by your name in public but behind closed doors he would address you by the sweetest names like “My love, Darling/liebling, Pumpkin”

You guys are always out to eat

And at coffee shops

You’re each other’s personal photographers. Plus he absolutely adores to show you off on his instagram

I can see him as the type to start a vlogging channel just to show off how in love and happy he is with you.

Prepare yourself mentally to be woken up early to walk the dogs and drink sour green juice. Bill used to be a tremendous sleeper when he was young but those days are way behind.

When you wake up together, it is the best. He tends to wake up first and will stay in bed just admiring how beautiful you are. Tracing your features with his fingers. He wants to memorize every inch of your skin.

If you take too long though, he will get up and go prepare breakfast. Yes it includes celery juice.

You guys are always hanging with Tom & Heidi! You get into the craziest adventures

Heidi would love you so much, so would her kids. You and Bill are the cool relatives.

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz #georg listing #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #georg listing x reader

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lambtotheslaughterr · 4 months

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The Taming : Part Two

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART ONE | MASTERLIST | PART THREE

all AI images are created from prompts i wrote. they are not real images.

She thought she was clever. Her precious roommate never noticed her, but I sensed her the moment she entered the restaurant. She wore a significant perfume, one that made me think of the endless sandy beaches of Mexico. I smelled it on her on the subway that night. She had been so close. Close enough to touch, to grab, to hurt. Oh, how badly I wanted to have her against the subway walls. Her throat in my hands, her eyes glaring heatedly into my own. She had nearly embarrassed herself, trying to put me ‘in my place’. It was almost adorable. She didn’t know who she was getting tangled up with.

Even now, she sat facing us on the other side of the patio. It was a busy night, but she stuck out like a sore thumb. To me, at least. It was rare for a beautiful woman such as herself to dine alone. Yet no one sought her out. She was still dressed in her clothes from her day job. It was a wonder on why she worked a minimum wage job, a wonder I would soon understand.

I felt her eyes on me throughout the whole dinner. Her roommate, as sweet & beautiful as she was, was not the object of my desire though. She was simply a means to get closer to who I really wanted. And she only sat a few tables away.

Her poor roommate must’ve thought that I was smiling adoringly at whatever she was saying, but the smile on my face was due to the fact that this young woman, the one who wanted to hurt me as much as I wanted to hurt her, was losing control. She couldn’t stand seeing her roommate out with me. It made her blood boil. I could smell it. Taste it.

I hope she knows that I will be tasting it. Soon.

It was a little after five when you clocked out from your shift. You waved your good-bye’s to your coworkers & left the coffee shop. You sighed heavily to yourself as you hiked your leopard Sicily backpack higher on your back. It would be less than a minute walk to the subway station.

As you waited down on the platform with the rest of the Metropolis working class, you grumbled internally to yourself. It wasn’t that you needed to work because you absolutely did not have to. You could likely go your whole life without working a day in your life but about a year ago, you didn’t want to have to be dependent on your parents to fund your lifestyle. Working minimum wage in coffee, of course, was not going to keep up with your expenses, but it was enough to grant you the illusion of independence. Plus, you enjoyed coffee. And your coworkers, as middle-class as they were, weren’t half bad.

It was the middle of the week though. You only ever worked once or twice a week & you told your boss you’d only accept weekday shifts as you needed the weekends to do as you pleased. Fortunately, you boss was willing to work with you on that, but even if he hadn’t, you simply would’ve quit. Easy as that.

The subway ride back to your apartment was relatively quick, considering it was quitting time for a majority of Metropolis residents. By the time you walked up to your condominium apartment complex, it was a little after six.

You took the elevator to the 12th floor & entered your apartment. Your living room was always a welcome sight to see. You had decorated the interior of the apartment before Ariana moved in & for that you were grateful otherwise she would likely want the apartment to have those French-country details she liked so much.

There were no plans for your night. You were going to shower, do your skin care routine, check your social media, then make some dinner before lounging out in the living room to watch a film of your choice. But as you entered your bedroom & began kicking off your shoes, you heard a clatter come from Ariana’s bedroom down the hallway.

Checking the time on your phone, you thought it was strange that she was home. Ariana was in school, a French language major, & with the end of the school year only a couple weeks away, she was often at the campus library late studying. Her being home this early was out of the ordinary.

Tossing your jacket onto your bed, you began unbuttoning your white uniform top as you trekked down the hallway to her room. Her bedroom door was closed but you could make out the muffled sounds of her French 40’s music she listened to often. Knocking on the door, you waited momentarily for her to open the door but it never came.

“Ari.” You announced, leaning closer to the door. Only more clattering.

Not waiting for a response, you opened her door & stepped in.

Her bedroom was minimal & simple. It was the smaller of the two bedrooms but still had plenty of room. You peered around her room & noted some discarded clothes near the foot of her bed & her built in wardrobe with a vanity had hair & make-up utensils in a neatly order.

“Ari.” You repeated again.

The door to her en suite bathroom opened then & your cousin stepped out.

You raised your brows in curiosity.

Ari was dressed to the nines, at least to her nines. She looked diabolically adorable. But as cute as she looked, it only piqued your interest.

“Oh, hey!” She greeted, lowering her eyes as she turned her back to you to sit on her bed, slipping into some heels that matches the color of her dress.

“Hey, yourself.” You returned, stepping further into the room, “What’s the occasion?”

“Hmm?” She glanced at you over her shoulder before laughing half-heatedly, “Oh, nothing special.”

“Coulda fooled me.” You crossed your arms over your chest. You already knew where this was going. Ari had never been a good liar. She had the tell-tale signs of a someone who couldn’t lie even with a gun to their head. The biggest giveaway was her cheerful attitude mixed with her lack of eye contact. You knew well-enough that she was preparing to feed you some bullshit.

She stood then, meeting your eyes briefly before glancing down at her outfit, “Just going to a dinner with some classmates.”

“Really.” You pressed your lips together & cocked your head.

“Yeah.” She breathed out & passed by you to return to her vanity, sitting down as she applied some lipstick to her lips.

“Are your classmates dressing up, too?”

Ariana smiled nervously but shrugged, “Maybe.”

Sighing, you sat on the foot of the bed, staring at her in the mirror. But she was battling you. You would have to drag the truth out of her.

“Who is it, Ari?” You asked, tired of beating around the bush.

“Who is what?” She frowned at you but kept the forced smile on her face.

“Ari.” You shook your head, “When have you ever been able to lie to me?”

Part of you was impressed that she was committed to the façade, but the larger part of you was more annoyed. The longer she put up a fight the worse the truth was.

“Like I said.” Ari repeated, “It’s a dinner with classmates.”

“Okay, then.” You feigned belief, “Guess you won’t mind if I tag along then. I’ve had a long day at work, it’ll be nice to get out & mingle with your classmates. They can teach me some French—”

“God, okay!” Ari exhaled, her eyes fluttering closed, “I’m not going out to dinner with classmates.”

“Ya don’t say.” You gave her a pointed look.

She finally turned in her seat to face you, her hands in her lap as she played with the lace at the hem of her dress, “It’s a date.”

“Obviously.” You deadpanned. “Who is it?”

It wasn’t that you were trying to be a helicopter parent, but Ari didn’t know any better when it came to men. She was still so naïve &, honestly, a little dumb. Sure, she had a good heart & preferred seeing the good in people but that’s what she had you for. To bring her back down from cloud nine & remind her that men, especially Metropolitan men, were only snakes in the grass.

“No one you know.” She responded.

“Even more reason for me to know.” You retorted.

“_____, please. You’re not my mom.” Ari rolled her eyes.

You scoffed at that, “Yeah, thank hell for that.”

You didn’t miss the glare she tossed you but it was quickly brushed under the carpet as you pushed on.

“Tell me who it is, Ari. I won’t ask again.”

“Oh, geez. What are you going to do? Call a P.I.?”

You only stared at her knowingly.

She sighed annoyingly, “Of course you have a P.I. on speed dial.”

“Of course.” You confirmed.

“His name is Clark.” She finally revealed as she applied some eye make-up.

“Where’d you meet him?”

Ari paused, biting her lip, “Technically, at school.”

You narrowed your eyes, “And not technically?”

She put down her make-up before facing you once more. It made you almost proud how she stared at you challengingly, “Not technically, I met him this past weekend. On the subway. After your birthday.”

You reeled at that, trying to put the pieces together. When had she met anyone that night? You were with her the whole time. But she said the subway. Who had she met on the subway…?

When it finally clicked though, you stood up from the bed, your stance firm, “No fucking way, Ari.”

“See? I knew you’d react like this, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you did!” You exclaimed, “You’re going on a date with that creep? How did you even meet him on campus?”

“He’s a student.”

“Bullshit. He’s like twenty years older than you.”

“Actually,” Ari glared at you, “He’s only seven years older than me.”

You laughed loudly at that. You remembered the man from the subway well. Though he had youthful features & a timeless look, the way he carried himself reeked of a man on the brink of being considered middle-aged.

“So,” you began, sneering at your cousin, “you don’t think it’s weird or strange or creepy at all that the man who groped you on the subway over the weekend happened to run into you on your campus. Really, Ari? C’mon, you’re smarter than that.”

“I am smarter than that, thank you very much.” Ari slammed down her make-up & stood up to face you head on, “And no, I don’t think it’s weird because it was me who noticed him. Not the other way around.”

“Please. Elaborate.”

“I was sitting on a bench in the middle of campus, reading, minding my own business, & there was a tour happening for new students joining the university next year. He was the one giving the tour. He’s been a student there for four years. He graduates this summer.”

“Mhmm.” You rolled your eyes, “And so then he spotted you & asked you on a date?”

“No, _____. I approached him.” Ari shook her head exasperatedly.

“You what?”

“Yeah. I approached him.” Ari repeated, crossing her arms. “And I apologized to him for what happened on the subway. He didn’t even remember at first! But once he did he said it was okay & that he didn’t lose any sleep over it. I explained to him that you’re just overprotective of me & he said he understood.”

You scoffed at that. Of course that stranger was playing the role of an understanding & charming man. How foolish could Ari be?

“Then it was me, again, who asked him out.”

“Oh, my god…” You hung your head in disappointment.

“And technically, it’s not a date.” Ari added, “I just asked if I could make it up to him with dinner. He rejected me at first but I insisted. Said that it was the least I could do after how you tried to humiliate him in public.”

“Wow, Ari.” You shook your head, eyeing her, “You’re a saint.”

“Oh, please.” Ari waved you away, “It’s called being decent. Nothing you know about.”

Ouch, but okay.

“So, what? Now you’re getting all dolled up for a date that’s not a date with the perfect stranger?”

“After tonight he won’t be, will he?” She stared at you.

“You’re really going through with this?”

“Yes.” Ari nodded, standing her ground, “Like I said. You’re not my mom. And I’m a grown up. If I want to ask a man out, I will. So, please, save your man-hating opinions for someone who actually cares.”

You bit your lip at that, shaking your head.

“Now, if you don’t mind. I have to finish getting ready.”

Ari pursed her lips, her defiance almost commendable, but only not since it was towards you.

“Fine.” You moved towards her door, “But don’t call me crying when he tries to get in between your legs at the end of the night.”

Ari slammed her bedroom door behind you & you stomped down the hallway towards your own before slamming your own door.

Fucking Ariana. You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes to calm your nerves. She was being stupid, ridiculously stupid. Date-raped & found along the riverbank half-alive stupid.

Opening your eyes, you stared out your windows. It was a city filled with millions of people, half of whom were men who only had bad intentions. As absurd as Ari was being, & despite what you said to her, you couldn’t let her go through with it. Not alone at least.

You smirked wryly to yourself.

You didn’t have time to change out of your work uniform by the time you heard Ari leave the apartment, so you simply added some items from your closet to your outfit to disguise yourself. You wouldn’t be as ridiculous as those scenes in films where they wore wigs & dressed like a man. All you needed was to just shield yourself enough from Ari’s eyes, not that she’d be aware of her surroundings.

Once a minute passed after Ari left, you took off after her. Once on the main level of your building, you waited just inside the lobby, spotting her outside as she waited for a taxi to notice her.

How tacky. You thought bitterly. He can’t even pick her up.

But the second Ari disappeared inside the back of a cab, you ran outside & waved one down yourself, directing the driver to follow the cab Ari had just gotten into.

The ride itself was roughly 30 minutes when Ari’s cab pulled over in the center of downtown Metropolis. You paid by cash to your driver & hopped out, following a few yards behind Ari as she walked towards the riverfront.

A hiss parted your lips as you got caught at a stop light. But fortunately, you spotted in the distance as Ari disappeared inside one of the riverfront restaurants. EARTH was an intimate fine-dining restaurant with views of Metropolis South across the bay. Had you not been in investigative-sleuth mode you might have been impressed that Ari was choosing to eat at such a fine establishment, but considering who she was dining with, you only felt annoyed. The man, Clark as she told you his name was, was really trying to woo Ari’s underwear right off her. You only hoped Ari would at least be smart enough to not fall for it.

Inside the restaurant, you were deterred from the host who asked about a reservation.

“I don’t have one. It’s just me.” You told the host but he only offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry, Miss. Reservations only.”

“Godfucking—” You waved him away, “Just hold on.”

Stepping back outside, you pulled out your phone & called Nicola.

“Nic.” You greeted as soon as she answered.

“What’s up, babe?”

“I need you to get me a reservation at EARTH for ten minutes ago.”

“Whoa, okay, everything alright?”

“No but it will be as soon as you can get me a table.” You had briefly recalled seeing Ari being led out to the rear patio when you first entered the restaurant, “And make sure it’s outside. Please.”

“Alrighty. I’ll do it. But I expect a call back later explaining to me the rush.”

“Of course.” You sighed, “Thanks, Nic.”

She kissed you through the phone & you returned it.

Other than being as equally beautiful & cold-blooded as you, Nicola was also influential. Not only did her father have a hand in a majority of the luxurious buildings built throughout metropolis but her former socialite mother’s name still carried impact.

You waited another two minutes before re-entering the restaurant, sure to silence your phone. This time, the same host as before greeted you with a menu in hand, “I apologize for that mix-up, Miss. _____. Right this way.”

Following the host, he led you to the outdoor dining portion of the restaurant. Immediately, you spotted Ari, along with that man from the subway, on the far end of the patio. The host began to lead you in that direction but you snagged the sleeve of his shirt.

“Right here is fine.” You told him as you sat down at a two-person table kitty corner from where Ari & her date sat.

“Um, Miss, but this table—”

“I said this table will do. Thank you.” You seethed, taking the menu from him.

“Of course.” The host forced a customer-service winning smile despite the irritable tone in his voice.

When the host finally disappeared, you pulled the menu upwards just enough to shield your face but peer over the top of it. It was late May & almost seven in the evening. It wouldn’t be strange whatsoever that you were still wearing your shades.

You watched as Ari & Clark sat perpendicular to one another, the two of them facing the bay. Ari’s back was to you but Clark was facing you three quarters of the way. It made your skin crawl how he watched your cousin, his eyes never leaving her face as she talked animatedly with her hands. He was grinning the whole time, as well. His perfectly primed teeth on display.

A server appeared then & began asking you what you’d like to drink, eat, etc. You mindlessly ordered, only glancing at the menu once before they left. Fortunately, they left the menu so you could still hide behind it. But after a while, you knew that would be more suspicious than anything you eventually lowered it, feeling confident enough in your disguise that you’d evade either of their curiosities.

After about ten minutes, a server brought a tray of food to their table. Ari was her usual cheerful & kind self as she thanked the server. You rolled your eyes. Clark then raised his glass to Ari’s, their drinks clinking together. The sight disgusted you. Ari was really falling for his bullshit.

But as you were stewing about it, Ari suddenly stood up & began walking in your direction. You leaned forward in your seat & hung your head, shielding your face with the brim of your hat as Ari passed you by, likely in search of the bathroom. It was tempting to follow after her & drag her out of the restaurant by her hair, but you would avoid making a scene. If she insisted on being independent & learning the hard way you’d let her, but you wouldn’t stand by for long.

While Ari was gone from the table, you took that time to observe the man. Clark. He was dressed handsomely in a navy blue button up tucked into a pair of black slacks that reached above his ankles. The sleeves of his button-up were rolled up, revealing the muscular contours of his forearms. The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a display of dark hair. It was very similar to when you first laid eyes on him in the club. He sat leant back in his chair, admiring the views of the city & bay, totally unaware of your presence. You kept waiting for him to sneak a tablet of questionable intent into Ari’s unprotected glass of wine but it never occurred. He remained eerily still, like a statue, as he sat staring into the distance. The only thing about him that truly unnerved you though as you watched him was a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. Like he knew something you didn’t. You imagined he was already picturing what it would be like to have Ari under him. Fucking freak.

It was then that Ari reappeared & sat back at her table with Clark. He grinned at her & gestured for her to begin eating. Once they started eating, it was then that your server appeared with your meal. You mumbled a thanks & rejected an offer to try the house wine. It was rare that you turned down alcohol but you needed your 100% sober & clear mind if you were going to stalk Ari & her date all night.

Over the next ten minutes, you hardly touched your food, only taking a bite when it seemed as if either of them would look in your direction. Other than that, you only twirled a butter knife in-between your fingers as you watched Ari & Clark talk & laugh with one another. What you could give to be a table or two closer to hear their conversation, but you couldn’t risk being discovered.

Their server returned to clear their plates before offering them another menu. You knew it to be the dessert menu as it was smaller than the dinner menu.

Clark seemed to order for the both of them before the server departed. You pushed your plate of food to the side, your appetite non-existent.

“Would you like the check?” Your server asked as they came to take your plate of food.

“Sure.” You replied, not thinking.

You remained sat there for a while, watching endlessly as Clark & Ari shared a slice of what appeared to be huckleberry cheesecake. Your fingers were tapping impatiently on top of the table.

Where the hell was the server with my check? You thought internally. You needed to be out of there & out front before Ari & Clark left themselves.

When your server appeared before, but for a nearby table, you threw your arm out as discreetly as possible.

“Excuse me, I’ve been waiting for the check.”

“Oh.” The server frowned, “I’m sorry, I must’ve forgotten to tell you. But your bill was already paid for.”

The server disappeared without another word, leaving you confused.

What? But you hadn’t paid. You knew you hadn’t. However, you then realized that it was likely either Nicola who covered your bill or the restaurant itself. Accepting it for what it was without any further questions, you departed from the restaurant. Crossing the street, you lingered behind a light pole, waiting for Ari & her date to appear. You genuinely hoped this would be the end. After all, Ari told you she only offered dinner. What else could they possibly do?

Apparently, a walk along the riverbank was on their agenda.

While they walked on the sidewalk closest to the river, you walked along the elevated sidewalk parallel to them. You could see them over the railing as you trailed behind their steps. If Ari did ever sense you, she would not think to look up, only behind. It was getting darker out at this point. The time on your phone said it was nearly 8:30.

You had a few text messages from Nicola, likely waiting for your call to update her, but you would have to do that in the morning. Right then, your priority was never letting Ari out of your sight.

There was few people on the riverbank. Ari & Clark walked alongside one another as they spoke to one another. You weren’t close enough to make out their words but close enough to hear their voices. Ari was the one who spoke most of the time. Her voice was often carried lightly followed by her pathetically innocent giggles. It made you groan internally every time. If she weren’t your cousin, you’d destroy that naivete mercilessly. But she needed to grow a tough skin on her own, so you’d let her.

At some point during the walk, Clark made a bold move. He reached your cousin’s hand. Ari smiled up at him & accepted the gesture, tangling her fingers with his. It made your stomach roll.

He was so large. She looked like a child compared to him. He could overpower her easily, muffle her screams without thought. Ari had no clue how much danger she was potentially putting herself in. It was only a good thing you made the executive decision to follow her tonight. Because if that mountain of a man tried anything, you’d be right there to kick his ass. And it’d be your absolute pleasure.

But then what happened next made your heart stop.

Clark gently pulled Ari to a stop. They faced one another & you watched in horror as he cupped her face. Ari was staring up at him with stars in her eyes.

“Oh, fuck no.” You mumbled quietly.

Yanking out your phone from your pocket, you quickly dialed Ari’s number. The sidewalk lit up with the sounds of a classical French tune coming from Ari’s purse.

She frowned at that, apologizing to Clark before reaching into her purse.

You dropped to the ground to hide behind a flower bed as she picked up your phone call.

“What is it?” She asked.

“How’s it going?”

“Like you care.”

“I do, Ari.” You insisted, trying to sound calm, cool, & collected, “I can’t help but just make sure you’re okay. You didn’t even tell me where you’re going tonight.”

Ari sighed at that before she softly responded, “Well, it’s going good.”

“Good, good.” You lied, peeking over the flower bed. At this point, she had walked a few feet away from Clark as she spoke on the phone with you. “And where are you? When will you be home?”

“We’re walking along the river right now. And I don’t know, within the hour. I have class in the morning.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, “well, if you need me to send a car, I will.”

“No, thank you.” Ari laughed softly at that, “Clark will be dropping me off.”

Oh. “Oh.” You responded, “Okay. Don’t be late. If you’re not back within the hour I won’t apologize for sending out a search party.”

“Oh my gosh, okay, mom.”

“Be safe.” You added, “And don’t kiss. Not on the first date. If you really want him you’ll make him work for it.”

You didn’t actually want Clark to work for it, you just didn’t want Ari to let him in so easily.

“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, _____.”

“Night.” Then you hung up.

You continued peeking up over the flowers. Ari was a good couple yards away from Clark, closer to you than him. But as she walked towards him your own phone began to ring. And it was ringing, not buzzing.

7 Rings by Ariana Grande began blaring from your phone & you quickly clutched your phone from your pocket, racing to silence it. Once you had, you held your breath, listening for Ari.

“Everything alright?” Clark hollered from a few feet away.

“Yeah…” Ari’s voice returned, but she sounded suspicious, “It’s nothing.”

“What is it?” You heard his footfalls approach her.

“I just thought I heard my cousin’s ringtone.”

“Your cousin? The one you told me about?”

“Yeah, she, uh. She just called me but…she’s at home.”

Clark grunted at that, a smile in his voice, “She the type to follow you?”

Fuck. You began to crouch away from their location. You had to get out of sight. As you did, you glanced at your phone furiously. You swore you had silenced it. And when you checked it, you confirmed that it was indeed in silent mode. So, how?

Ari scoffed, “Actually, yes.”

“A control-freak, isn’t she.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.” Ari replied irritably, “She is.”

“Think she’s up there.” You imagined him gesturing to the sidewalk you were on above them.

“Only one way to find out.”

At that, you stood up & raced towards the road where traffic was. They’d have to walk back down the sidewalk to take the incline walk up to where you were hiding. You’d have to be quick if you were going to get away.

Quickly, you raised your hand & hailed a cab. It barely came to a stop when you flung the door open & dived inside, slamming the door shut behind you. Rushing out the address to your apartment, you pressured the driver to move fast.

As he pulled away from the curb, you finally raised your head up enough to look out the window. As you rode away from the river walkway, you watched Ari & Clark stood where you were once hidden, Ari glancing around as Clark watched her.

You breathed out a sigh of relief. Normally, you wouldn’t have cared if you had gotten caught, but if she knew you were following her she’d only grow to be more secretive. And that you couldn’t have.

Once the cab turned the corner, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Ari was calling. You ignored the call, not wanting to feed into your suspicions. As much as you loathed having to go back home & wait for her there, it was your safest bet to ensure her trust.

Your phone stopped buzzing then so you opened it, checking your call log. Her name was in red. That was not surprising, but what was surprising was the missed call just beneath hers. It was the missed call that had caused your phone to suddenly blare your ringtone.

And in red, the missed call was marked as ‘unkown’.

You were antsy waiting for Ari to come back to the apartment. As soon as you got inside, you quickly went to your room & took a quick two minute shower so your hair would be wet & drying by the time she got home. Then you changed into some comfy pj’s before entering the living room. You put on a random movie & muted it, listening intently for Ari’s key in the door. But as you mindlessly watched the scenes of the movie before you unfold, you finally heard a pair of footfalls sound in the hallway.

Unmuting the movie, you raised from your spot on the couch & crossed to the door, peering into the peep-hole.

Sure enough, Ari was there. Clark right beside her.

That bastard.

“Thank you for walking me to my door.” Ari smiled at Clark as he returned her grin.

“Thank you for a wonderful date.”

“I had a lot of fun.” She admitted, reaching into her purse to pull out her keys.

“Me, as well.”

You felt your nails dig into the material of the door as you watched them. But just as Ari was about to put her keys into the door, Clark placed a hand on her wrist, stopping her.

He then gently pushed her against the door, blocking the peep-hole.

No!

Uncaring about the furious look you’d get from Ari, you quickly unlatched the door & swung it open. Ari would’ve had to catch herself on the door frame if it hadn’t been for Clark securing her stance with an arm around your waist.

“_____!” Ari exclaimed as she spun around in Clark’s arm to stare wide-eyed at you.

You forced a pleasant smile on your face as you stared at the two of them, “I thought you were having trouble with the lock. My bad.”

Ari gave you a knowing glare but didn’t comment further.

“You must be Clark.” You turned your attention to the mountain man behind her.

“And you’re _____.”

“Yes, we’ve met.” You replied in a sickly sweet manner, though it was clear you were being anything but.

“I remember.” He replied, his eyes darkening as he stared at you over the top of Ari’s head.

“Thanks for getting her home, I got it from here.”

You then snatched Ari by the wrist & yanked her inside.

“_____!” Ari reprimanded but you ignored her as you pushed her further into the apartment behind you.

“Have a good night, Clark.”

Clark opened his mouth to respond but before he could you slammed the door on his face, securing the door with the lock.

“I cannot believe you just did that!” Ari stared wide-eyed at you in disbelief.

“Oh, please. If he really likes you he won’t care.”

“Uh, yes, he will.” She bit back, “Anyone would care if they were so rudely treated like that.”

“He’ll be fine.” You dismissed her concerns.

“You’re such a bitch.” Ari finally breathed out, her purse hanging loosely in her hands.

You rolled your eyes, returning to the living room to turn off the TV, “Yes, Ari, I am. Nothing new there.”

As you made to leave for your bedroom though, she stopped you with a question.

“Did you follow me tonight?”

Spinning on your heel, you gave her a ridiculous look, “Are you serious, Ari?”

“Did you?” She repeated, crossing her arms.

“No, Ari, I didn’t follow you. I got better things to do than stalk you & your date.”

You could tell she didn’t believe you. But if she attempted to challenge it you knew she would have no evidence to back it up.

“I can take care of myself.”

“Okay.” You nodded but didn’t agree.

“Do not ever interfere with my date like that again.”

You shrugged, “Okay.”

Rolling her eyes, Ari brushed shoulders with yours as she passed you by, “I’m going to bed. And I’m calling Clark to apologize again for you actions.”

“Whatever, Ari.” You waved her away as you made for your own bedroom, “Sweet dreams.”

With that, the both of you disappeared within your respective bedrooms, doors slamming shut.

In your bedroom, you approached the windows that overlooked the front of the building. You watched as Clark appeared 12 stories below, heading towards a sleek black town car. As he rounded to the driver’s side though, he paused. Then looked up.

You steeled yourself. You were much to high above him for him to truly see you but you felt it. Those eyes, watching you, seeing you. Much like they had the first night you felt them in the club, watching you from below.

Not waiting for him to get into his car. You snagged the sheer pink curtains & tugged them closed.

Pleased with yourself for preventing Ari from getting physical with the stranger, you collapsed onto your bed, a prideful smile on your face.

Clark, zero. Me, two.

If Ari insisted on seeing Clark again, you’d be sure to ruin every chance she had. If Clark really wanted your cousin, he’d have to go through you first. And you were a force to be reckoned with.

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mchlgayser · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 - team z

summary: how you both spend your date together

featuring: isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , kunigami rensuke , chigiri hyoma , gagamaru gin

nana's lil note: there'll be a part two

ISAGI YOICHI - cafe date

Isagi was never a fan of going to the cafe but since it's your favourite place to hang out and date he agreed.

He would be the type that 'yikes-coffee' so he would order something sweet and caramel

The two of you would likely to stay up until dusk, talking and LITERALLY you gossiping because duh, that shit is entertaining.

He'd constantly asked you if you wanted another slices of cakes 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 finished one

And like those typical cringe dramas, he'll escort you home to make sure you are safe. AW 🙁

BACHIRA MEGURU - shopping date

You was quite the person who loves 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 shopping and so is Bachira though it's not as big as yours-

You both would stroll around the mall going from one store to another with bags in hands. He LOVES spoiling you--Though sometimes he got broke and you both ended paying equally, not that you mind of course

He is the type to grabbed anything from the store and then goes like "Oh you need to try this! And this too! Oh this too!" and you'll obeyed anytime

There's that one time you both ended paying for almost 400$ on one store and no food after but instant ramen 😓

You two once go to a fanciest looking restaurant there but the foods- Bachira almost choke on his fork after tasting the raw steak they're serving but even so your day continued with no further problems

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE - late night stroll date

It'll started with you both going to the lake enjoying the lake side whilst watching the sunset. Kunigami had his arm around you and protectively holding you in his arms Or you laying on his lap as he plays with your hair

Then started the plan of late night strolling, he'll just take you to a 24-hour diner and have cheese burgers (Im hungry af)

Lastly- depends on the weather if its raining you two would just walk around the town soaking wet in rain. Maybe dancing? humming slowly to 'can't help but falling in love elvis presley' or if its not, you will just slow walk to a place where its high enough to get a beautiful scenery of the moon (Desperately want this date w/ my bf) and stay up until dawn watching the sunrise

CHIGIRI HYOMA - amusement park date

Chigiri knows how you enjoys going to an amusement park--it was written on your face during you both first date abt how excited you are.

He always make sure you are on ur best condition, wearing sneakers, a thick jacket so you won't catch a cold and he always buys you food for each rides

You both would ride all the extreme rides instead of the kiddie ones like the unicorn carousel and such but! bumper cars! It was one of ur fav rides after roller coaster (me irl would peed my pants)

The last ride (yall know what it is) is the ferris wheel. It was during your first date together when you both got into the ferris wheel and once you reached the top, the electric cut down. You were watching the night blue sky in admiration when suddenly Chigiri pulls you closer. He started to lean it and BOOM! The fireworks starts

And no 13+ happended🙄💯

GAGAMARU GIN - hiking date

Your date was the day after Gagamaru won the u-20 match, right after the facility gave them the two weeks off, Gagamaru barged into your house telling you that he already planned a date for you both. You both ended up packing together and leave at dawn.

Gagamaru always makes sure you wear something comfy and cozy for the ride. He told you to get on the top of the hill by sunset so you both can go and have a nice romantic sunset seeing together.

Since Gagamaru is an 'expert' he knows a lot of things you don't such as good places to hikes for 'wow'.

The memorable part of the trip date was you both adventurous river hikes and having fun chasing the waterfalls.

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cerosin-bis · 2 years

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Any König hcs? Relationship based? How he reacts with different forms of upset???

Okay so first, I wrote 'base' headcanons for him here and here! And here are a few relationship headcanons for König:

You figure, given his character, the ideal date for him is going on a hike or somewhere very calm/remote. Yes, he's able to go out and eat in a restaurant or go to a coffee shop of course, he is a functional human being, but he doesn't like it. Also he loves nature, he's an outdoors guy. So, quality time will most likely always be spent outside, and far from any city, thank you very much.

He wants to do so well for his partner. König overthinks everything, whether it is the flirting part, arguments, even gifts or displays of affection. It's not easy at times, and will demand adjustements and a lot of communication, more than average; but he's very very attentionate in return.

König gets jealous, but not the possessive kind, the "I have bad self-esteem" kind. It's sometimes so intense it can appear egoistical (comes in a bundle with bad self-esteem - for real). He'll assume people will lose interest in him, and the more he cares about someone, the worse it is.

He's not overbearing and, despite his anxieties, not clingy. His trust allows for time apart. But he needs someone who will reciprocate his affection (which is quality!), that is for sure. He's extremely devoted and it needs to go both ways.

(since technically this is still a headcanon: I ship him with one of the Kortac guys lol)

More under the cut regarding the last part of your ask:

For the ways König reacts when he's upset:

His impulse control isn't well balanced. He's cold-headed on some things, but snaps really fast about others.

Pushing him over his boundaries will either get him to close off completely or get upset. When he's upset, he's angry. When he's really angry, he breaks things. It's really hard to get to that point though.

Socially, if he's drained and someone is pressing him, he'll just go 🧍‍♂️, will stop talking, avoid eye contact, dismiss conversations. He can get rude lol.

If he's angry at something (like, genuinely pissed at someone or something) he is going to swear A LOT. Also he raises his voice easily.

#könig #headcanons #ask #it's always so daunting to answer those. hope you like it 😭#call of duty #konig

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💕Happy early Valentine’s Day!💕

I was wondering if we could get some valentine day headcanons for the COD boys and their significant others ? (You can totally wait till tomorrow to do this)

YESSSS ty anon!! happy early valentines! :)

Gaz

this man cooks a four-course meal for his partner-- Michelin star level

wakes them up with breakfast (+ more wink, wink) in bed, making their tea/coffee exactly how they like it!

so soft and gentle all day, offering his arm to walk down steps, constantly grabbing things for his partner-- just doing this all more than usual, lovingly gazing at his lover after helping them each time

loves spending the day pampering them-- he's got the whole day planned and will make sure it all goes to plan

as mentioned before, breakfast in bed, then, while his partner showers and gets ready for the day, he walks out to the flower shop and picks up a bouquet for them when they walk out of the bathroom-- it's their favorite kind

they relax and enjoy each other's company until he makes lunch-- but so much of it was prepared the night before, it's done quickly so his partner isn't waiting too long

after lunch, they hike around the countryside together, enjoying the pleasant weather, then its right back home so he can set up a bubble bath for them and make dinner

dinner is fucking extravagant, he picked out the nicest candles and music, a kind smile across his lips as he watches his partner enjoy their meal

valentine's day is a whole big thing for him, he loves loves loves how happy his partner looks after they finish their meal, inhaling as he announces desert.

but there's something more to the sweet treat, lovingly scooping his partner up and stepping toward their shared bedroom, pressing kisses to their neck, humming into each one...

König

he's a bit less experienced with valentines day

wasn't exactly popular in his youth, but he learned a thing or two from just being out and about in the world

greets his partner with a bouquet of daisies with a little note wrapped around it, he bought chocolates as well, but he went for an actual chocolate store's wares, not a grocery store one

he wanted a quiet dinner at a small place he knew his partner liked in town, reserving a table for them

as much as he didn't love all the eyes on him, he really loved the idea of showing his lover off

beautiful as ever, he spared no time complimenting his lover on how gorgeous they looked, snaking a hand around their waist while pressing a kiss to their head

he bought a nice suit and everything for this, he kept checking to make sure he didn't spill anything, adjusting his coat-- he wanted to be a nice addition to their beauty

after dinner was a pleasant walk back through the park that sat between the restaurant and his place, smiling lovingly down at them while they giggled and clung to his arm

they stopped to look at the moon, but his eyes were never on the sky, they were always trained on his lover, the way that the cool light hit their face to carefully, tracing their features, kissing their skin

he leaned down to actually kiss them, breathing into it, muttering how much he adored them, how much he loved them

the walk back home was much slower, leaning into each other while his partner merely enjoyed his smile, practically dragging him back into the warmth of the home

maybe something more happened, maybe it didn't, regardless, he held them in his arms lovingly at the end of the night

Price

oh this sweet sweet man

this guy spent days on buying and setting up everything for the day-- he was set on recreating their first date together

it wasn't even supposed to happen-- things just aligned and they both had enjoyed a dinner far into the snowy peaks

he'd planned a dinner date for the two of them, but it was a bit of a trip-- an hour or so north into the mountains for a quiet meal in a rather nice place

he opened their door with red camellias, matching the soft maroon of his suit

he'd done a whole routine with his skin care, he just got his haircut, he trimmed his beard-- he'd done himself up to look good for them

dinner was beautiful, amazing

live music while they held hands, watching the snow fall outside the restaurant, giggling and laughing into each other the whole meal, talking until they closed

oh they'd left so late, nearly missing the last part of the date-- the dance in the room beside the dining area

softly, carefully, he held them, their head on his chest as they swayed gently with him while he pressed kisses onto their head

smothering his lover in compliments, his hands stayed on their waist, following their movements while the musicians serenaded the pair

by the time they both had gotten home, he'd opened up another bottle and giggled with his partner at the dining room table, gossiping about everything they'd seen at the restaurant

all of the couples and the silly things they saw-- giggling into their glass while they took another sip

price had his eyes on his lover the whole time, his smile never fading as they finished their drink. "I love you so much," he breathed out, watching their face turn from surprise to joy

practically leaping out of their chair, they pressed their lips onto him, pushing him further into his chair, somehow finding their way into his lap

he held them still, returning the kiss with just as much joy, only pausing a few times to stare lovingly at each other before returning to kissing

Soap

wake up to sloppy morning kisses (and something else if his partner's into it)

soap's over the moon if he can have his partner go on a full-out shopping spree and just carry all of their stuff for them

anything they want, he'll happily pay for and carry

he makes sure they take a quick detour back home so they can drop everything off before they go to the grocery store and pick up some stuff for dinner

soap's alright with cooking, but he adores spending time with his partner, so he'll get a bunch of stuff to make a big dinner with them

all of their favorites and more, it takes fucking hours

but he makes it fun

loud, fun jazz, singing along horribly and hugging them from behind and swaying with them to the music, sneaking kisses and a few bites of the meal in between song changes

yes he burnt something, but he figured he would, so he got extra ingredients for the dish so they both could make more

dinner is piled up plates giggling between the two of them at the table, stuffing their faces before bundling up and heading out

soap has a surprise; dessert under the moonlight

he bought their favorites plus a million blankets and warm tea/cocoa

the entire time he's staring at them like they hung the moon in the sky, lips in a permanent curl

he's not one for big fancy events, but he loves the simple stuff, loving his partner even more than that

while his partner cleans themselves up and gets ready for bed, he rushes the cleaning downstairs so he can meet them back in bed when they're finished in the shower

wink wink

Roach

notes everywhere

his partner woke up to him leaving little love letters, post-it notes, cards, anything and everything, with things he loved about them

from their laugh to their smile, their hugs to their hands, he left out no detail

but seemingly, gary wasn't home

unbeknownst to his partner, he was coming back absolutely loaded

he'd bought about a million flowers and baking supplies so he could make them something-- but he had to get them out of the house

he asked his partner to get groceries to stock up for the rest of the week, and while his partner slumped out to the grocery store, perhaps thinking gary was trying to get out of chores, he raced back home to start baking.

his partner got back late, only to open the door to a trail of rose petals that led into the kitchen

there was gary, pafts of flour on his clothes, hair, and face, smiling brightly behind his partner's favorite flavor of cake, several bouquets all around him-- it was like an avalanche of flowers

he lit up even more watching their face turn from confusion to joy, running up to him and pressing their lips against his, giggling with happiness as they held him close, thanking him for the cake

while they ended up cooking a quick dinner after, gary and his partner spared no time feeding each other bites of the cake, "accidentally" smearing frosting on each other's faces to gain the excuse of giving one another kisses

cleanup was... less than productive

it ended up with a flour fight, and even more of a mess to get clean. whoops

he didn't care, though, his partner was laughing, smiling-- just a pure bundle of bliss and that's all that mattered to him

Ghost

he's not great with holidays, valentine's day especially, but his partner means so much to him

careful with his words, careful with his movements, he tried to wake his partner up with soft kisses, wrapping his arms around them, letting them wake up to something peaceful

he'd had a lot of negative history with physical touch, but his partner has helped him relearn physical affection and made him love it so much

bringing them a cup of tea/coffee, laying in bed for absolutely hours and hours

most of the day was just spent at home enjoying each other's company, but he did buy takeout from his partner's favorite restaurant and brought the two of them to a quiet spot in the countryside for a sunset dinner

he'd stare at his partner throughout the meal, ending up with them asking if they had something on their face, instead, he'd go on to say how lucky he felt (even if his words tripped over themselves)

without the wandering eyes of other people, he felt much more comfortable being close to his lover, pulling them close so they could envelop each other in their love

a bit nervously, he pulls out a small white box, wordlessly handing it to his partner

they'd take it, confused, and open it with a gasp

dozens of little folded papers reading off thing's ghost loved about them greeted their curious eyes, pulling open each one with an even bigger grin than the last

ghost-- simon -- is bad with his words, he's been sealed away for so long, hiding his emotions for years, but he's opened up more and more

even if it was a little corny, he still wanted to show how much he loved them

he and his partner grabbed their things and headed home, simon's hands lingering on their skin for moments that were far too long to be accidents

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