#needed to get some pictures of him to use

[pagesfromthevoid]

Super-Man Wannabe | r. r.

Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x superpowered!reader

“I’ve got you,” he promises, lifting her chin just slightly to meet her eyes. “I’ve always got you.”

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Valentina is an actual lunatic, slight violence, brief descriptions of mania, established relationship

Author's Note: Idk about you but this feels like something Valentina would do. Part of the Honey & Glass universe but can be read independently. Also inspired specifically by this image of Superman and Lois Lane (fun fact, the Superman comics are canon in the Marvel comics!)

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Bob doesn’t like this.

Not that he doesn’t like taking pictures with her; he likes taking dumb selfies and bad polaroid shots with her. 

No, no he doesn’t mind taking pictures. He just doesn't like posed, forced photos for photoshoots that Valentina schedules for them. He especially doesn’t like that he has to wear the Sentry uniform –he really hates wearing it, even if he’s not actively using his powers. It gives him a sense of dread; like they’re pushing their luck doing this. But Valentina insisted that this would be good PR and the PR manager –his girlfriend –reluctantly agreed with the director.

So they’re standing on the platform where the jet takes off, closest to being in the air without him actually flying. The photographer is still setting up, explaining something about making it look like a Super-Man comic panel. Bob thinks that’s kind of dumb, but he doesn’t say anything as he tries to straighten his posture out. It doesn’t really work, though, and he’s still slouched some as she walks out with her outfit on. 

She’s dressed kind of like Lois Lane –which, he thinks, is what she usually looks like when she’s technically working. A pencil skirt and a nice shirt and sometimes a blazer or a cardigan. Except Valentina made her wear heels and make up, saying something about looking more feminine in comparison to him. Bob hates that Valentina doesn’t think she’s pretty enough, and he wants to say that, but she’s telling Valentina to “bite me” when the director complains that her lipstick isn’t red enough.

“I don’t like red lipstick and if you’re going to make me do something like this, I get to at least choose what I wear,” she says, walking up to Bob now and giving him an appraising look. 

Her annoyed look softens around the edges when she looks at him, and it makes his heart ache. This is the first time she’s seen him in the Sentry uniform since…well, everything. And he wonders if she’s scared of him. The idea that seeing him in this suit scares her suddenly makes his thoughts spiral –what if she is afraid? What if she realizes she’s made a mistake, and she doesn’t actually love him because loving him means loving Sentry and Void and –,

But she’s reaching up to push his hair out of his face with a smile on her lips. “You look handsome,” she says, and even though Bob is in his head –fingers flexing against her waist gently –he smiles down at her thankfully. 

“I would have preferred if he was still blonde,” Valentina complains, but she’s looking at her phone and not at them.

“I prefer whatever he likes,” she counters, and her eyes are on his as she rests a hand on his chest gently. The photographer had been taking pictures already of them interacting, saying something about catching the natural interactions between them. “It works just as well with your gaudy gold suit design, Val.”

Bob didn’t like the blonde. It was fake, and forced, and just…didn’t fit him. Whatever they’ve done now –not really blonde, but not really brown (according to the box dye she used on him to help fix it, it’s like a dark ash blonde) –he likes more. But he just wants his hair to grow back out to its normal color.

“Alright, let’s get this started –Robert, at some point, you will need to use your powers just a tiny bit,” Valentina orders, motioning for them to start. 

“Wait –what? No, I’m not –I don’t feel like that’s necessary,” Bob quickly argues, shaking his head. “Why?”

“Yeah, why?” she demands, stepping slightly in front of him, like she’s defending him. Which Bob always finds a little funny, because he’s…technically indestructible. But he knows what she’s doing, and why she’s doing it. He likes that she wants to protect him. It’s the little things she does that help remind him that he loves her and she loves him. “You said he didn’t have to –,”

“We need to get a shot of the eyes,” Valentina reminds them, rolling her eyes. “Just a quick flash, then we can photoshop the rest.”

“I don’t use photoshop,” the photographer argues, shaking his head. 

“That’s stupid,” she counters, giving both the photographer and director a dirty look. “Use photoshop or you don’t get gold eyes.”

“You’re being petty,” Valentina counters her counter, narrowing her eyes. “I’m just trying to help Robert here come off as a real hero –the people’s hero. What better way than showing the world he’s so very human with his very fragile girlfriend. Kind of like a wannabe Super-Man.”

“I’ll show you fucking fragile,” she snaps, but Bob is holding her arm gently, trying to coax her back from charging the director. 

“I’d be more afraid if you could walk in those heels,” Val comments, motioning up and down at her. “Let’s get this over with so I can get back to DC.”

“I just need you two to do what you were doing earlier,” the photographer explains as Val steps away for a phone call. “Let me just…,” the photographer reaches out to Bob, but he pulls away almost immediately, frowning deeply. “No touching. Got it. Okay –just put your hands on her hips like you did earlier, when she was fixing your hair. And you, fix his hair again.”

She rolls her eyes but follows directions, reaching up to touch his hair. Bob is suddenly more awkward than usual (well, more awkward than he’s been with her in the last few months) as he touches her hips. The photographer makes some sort of dissatisfied sound though. 

“Could you pretend like you wanna touch her?”

“I don’t need to pretend,” Bob snaps, and the photographer puts his hands up in defense. Taking a breath, Bob tries to calm down, pulling her closer by her hips. He doesn’t like how any of this feels; holding her while he’s in this suit, like Sentry is the one that’s in charge. “I feel dumb,” he whispers to her, ducking his head down some so it’s just between them. 

Her hand is resting below his jaw, and she’s giving him an apologetic smile. “You don’t look dumb, if it makes you feel better.”

The clicking of the camera is louder than it should be –louder than it probably actually is but Bob is struggling to tune it out. Even with her touching him, he can’t seem to ground himself. Sentry is clawing just below his skin –he can feel it, trying to get out. Trying to be the one that’s doing this stupid photoshoot. It would make more sense if it was him; he’s more confident when he’s Sentry. But if Sentry comes out, then Void comes out, and Bob is too afraid of that to give in. He just…has to fake that confidence for now.

“Ugh, hang on,” Valentina complains and hangs up. Then she’s pushing the photographer out of the way, making her way over to them. “I’m going to show you what I want this to look like. Don’t move, either of you.”

He’s suddenly hyper aware that Valentina is far too close for comfort, especially as she adjusts his cape and pulls them apart. His heart is pounding in his ears, and he’s reaching back out to her but she’s just glaring at Valentina so he tries to remind himself that it’s okay. This is just…part of being a superhero. Or something. He doesn’t actually know what it means, he thinks. 

“Can you just…,” Valentina adjusts her some, tapping her backwards towards the edge of the platform. She’s about to argue, clearly, as her mouth opens and she puts her hands up to keep Valentina from touching her. But the director is insistent, inching her backwards as she’s trying to keep herself steady in the heels that she’s been forced to wear.

It’s like time stops suddenly then. 

She’s got this look on her face –like she’s about to scream, like she is suddenly terrified, and that’s when Bob realizes she’s in Valentina’s head. The director’s hand is outstretched, shoving her shoulder back just hard enough to set off her balance entirely –purposely pushing her. Purposely pushing her off the platform. Vaguely, he’s aware of the photographer screaming and Valentina telling the guy to wait.

But she’s falling.

She’s falling, and Bob isn’t thinking now as he shoves Valentina out of the way and damn near trips as he’s throwing himself over the edge. Then it’s like…everything makes sense in his head. The anxiety of Valentina’s closeness; the conscious suspicion that she was up to something. He knew –Sentry knew –that she would do whatever she needed to get Sentry to come out and she did. And somehow, even though that’s what the god-like being that lives in his veins wanted, Bob is very aware that he’s not happy.

She’s screaming, and the sound doesn’t scare him but it pisses him off. Then his hands are grabbing at her before either of them recognize the touch. And his arms are wrapping around her waist and pulling her close to his chest. Her fingers are deftly grasping at his chest and his shoulders, trying to find somewhere to clutch onto before she finally finds purchase around his neck. Where she’s pressing her face into the crook of his neck, hyperventilating as he brings them to a slow stop in midair. 

Her entire body is trembling even as she slowly realizes that she’s no longer falling. He can feel her heart pounding in her chest, against his own that he’s trying to bring back down. 

“I…,” she starts as their feet hit the platform again.

“I’ve got you,” he promises, lifting her chin just slightly to meet her eyes. 

She’s refusing to let go of him, staring up at him with the same gaze she had when she first told him she loved him. Like he’s something worth loving; like this is the first time she’s seeing him again. Bob’s hold on her doesn’t slacken, and he doesn’t care that the photographer is still taking photos. Or that Valentina is looking disgustingly smug from the otherside of the hangar. All he cares about is that she’s looking at him like he’s the only thing that matters, but he wants to make sure she knows that…it’s her. She’s all that matters to him.

“I’ve always got you.”

[fic-girlie]

Hiii... I had a request... I don't know if it'll make sense but I'm kinda looking for some angst story... I search pedro and all i find is smut... I like it believe me I might even love it but I'm craving some angst with it too... I was thinking to go with the plot of materialists where reader is Harry's friend/colleague who's in love with him and has given him a lot of chances but everytime she's been rejected blatantly, him saying he loves her only as a friend and then lucy comes into picture making him ignore the reader more... He realises what you might be going through but he thinks this will help her move on but then lucy chooses john in the end leaving him heartbroken... And again reader's there & helping him but this time it's different... Her eyes are not looking at him the same way she used to look at him because of which this time her efforts doesn't feel personal. It actually for the first time feels to be taken care of by a FRIEND and he hates it. He wants the old you back. For the first time he sees you laughing with other men, blushing when you're flirted with and he realises how all this time you must be feeling but this time you're rigid in your head and he has to work a lot more than his usual charm to win you back.. to win your trust back. I really want to see the guy work for it... In every story I get the angst with readers perspective but i never see the main character suffer much... Again I'm only requesting no pressure but I'd be very grateful if you write it 👉👈

Messed up emotions

Pairing: Harry Castillo x f!reader Summary: You loved him for years, but he never saw you—until you let go. Now he wants you back, but this time, you’re not so easy to reach. Warnings: angst, Harry being completely oblivious to your feelings

You've been in love with Harry for what feels like forever. Not in the giggly, obsessed, schoolgirl kind of way, but in the steady, soul-deep kind of way that just quietly grows. It seeps into the silences between his awful jokes and his thoughtful silences, into the way his hands move when he's focused on an assignment, into the moments when he lets you see the less polished versions of him. And every time he's brushed you off—every time he's said to you "You're my best friend, you know that. But I just don't feel that way"—you've sworn to yourself this would be the end. The end of wishing for more. The end of letting your heart beat just a fraction faster when his arm brushes against yours. The way you'd stay a little too long, hoping he would notice you in a different way.

But love makes a fool of all of us.

You kept showing up. Because you did not know how to shut off the love for someone who had not really done anything wrong. He never strung you along, not intentionally. He did not keep you on a string with half-promises or ambiguous touches. No, Harry was painfully straightforward: "I love you. Just… not like that." And yet, he still needed you. You were the first person he called after a bad meeting, the one he stood next to at every party, the one who always knew how to calm him down when his anxiety started to claw at his ribs. So you stayed. Because if you couldn't have him the way you wanted, at least you still had him.

And then Lucy came along.

She was beautiful in that effortlessly charismatic way, the kind of woman who walks into a room and makes the air get thinner, denser. Harry didn't stand a chance. You saw it happen in slow motion—how his smile eased around her, the excitement in his voice when he talked about her, the shift in his priorities that used to be yours. You tried happiness for him initially. You smiled, offered counsel when he asked, listened without flinching when he told you how wonderful she was. But you felt it—something unraveling inside of you, thread by thread, every time he chose her instead of you.

And soon, he stopped choosing you at all.

You became background noise. Your messages weren't returned as quickly, your calls weren't returned as urgently. He didn't notice anymore the things he used to—when your laugh wasn't coming from your heart, when your eyes were tired, when your voice contained the quiver. Lucy was his world now, and you were pushed to the sidelines, hoping not to disappear entirely.

What Harry never understood was that your love wasn't a switch you could turn off. It was in the way you recalled his coffee order, in the playlist you'd made for him when he was in a bad mood, in the way your heart always tilted toward him even when he wasn't looking at you. So you stuck around for Lucy. By means of the dinners you weren't exactly invited to, by the blank smiles and polite laughter, by the mute agony of watching him give her everything you once begged for in silence.

And when Lucy left—when she finally chose John, choosing steadiness over whatever tempest she and Harry shared—you were there.

You were, naturally.

You brought him takeout and a bottle of wine. Sat on his floor while he stared at the wall and said, "I thought she was it. I really thought…" And you nodded, your heart barely stirring anymore. You said the right things. You even held his hand.

But you didn't look at him the same.

Your eyes used to shine when he looked at you, even when you were faking a temper with him. There was always a softness there, something that made Harry feel like he was the only person in the world you saw quite so clearly. But now… now your eyes were tranquil, steady, unreadable. And for the first time, when you said "I'm here for you," it did not feel personal. It was something that would be said by a good friend.

And Harry hated it.

He didn't realize how much he had taken your love for granted until it was gone. You were still kind, still present, still gentle—but it didn't feel like he was special to you anymore. You didn't grasp at his words. You didn't ask him about his day like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. You smiled, yes—but not just at him. You laughed, freely and unabashedly, at other men's humor. Men who looked at you as though they saw you. And, worse, men who made you blush.

He noticed that most of all.

The first time he saw you tuck your hair behind your ear and smile at something Dave, one of his work-partner had said—smile for real—Harry felt something plummet low in his gut. He told himself it was jealousy, but it was something sharper than that. It was regret. You were moving away from him, and this time it wasn't because of someone else. This time it was his own fault.

You had loved him so much, so freely, for so long. And he had behaved as though that love would always be there, that it was given, that you would always be waiting.

But now… now you were moving on.

And he was not ready.

He tried the old tricks at first. The late calls, the little inside jokes, the charm he used to rely on. But you did not fall for them this time. You still laughed, yes, but the sound did not linger longer like it used to. You did not lean in. You did not look at him as though he had your heart in his hands anymore.

You had hidden it away. And now, if he ever wanted it again, he'd have to earn it.

You don’t make it easy for him.

That’s the first thing he notices, and maybe the first thing that really scares him. Because it used to be so simple. He’d send a single late-night text—“still up? ”—and within minutes, you’d be at his door with that familiar softness in your eyes. You always came back, always let him hold you in his arms whenever it suited you, always gave more than he was able. And now… he sends messages, and you leave him on read. Not out of spite.

Just like a human who no longer lives and breathes at the sound of his name.

And that, more than anything else, makes Harry desperate. You still talk, of course. You're not distant. You're affectionate with everyone else, too—friendly, clever, funny—but that secret language the two of you share is gone now. He finds himself trying to reach for it, halfway through a sentence, halfway through a joke, expecting the familiar cadence of your smile, the small smile of understanding in your eyes… but it's not there. You nod instead. Or deflect.

Or make a few snorts and leave to refill your drink or check your phone or flirt some more, again, with that same account guy who clearly doesn't care that Harry has you under his eyes like a man dying of thirst.

You hardly notice.

And God, it hurts. It starts small. Harry makes excuses to visit your desk more frequently than he used to. Brings you coffee even though he has no idea how you take it anymore. Used to know, but now he's just guessing. That alone nearly knocks him off his feet. He wants to know how you spent your weekend and listen more than he ever has.

He notices your new coat, the cut of your hair, the earrings—things he never even noticed before other men did.

You thank him politely.

You smile.

But you don't glow.

You used to glow. The worst of it is that you're still everything he remembers. You're still smart and considerate and good. You're still the only one who can talk him down from the spin in his head. Still the one who made him feel like he could be better—if he just tried. But now you've quit waiting for him to try. You’ve stopped holding space for him in your heart like a place he could always come home to. And it’s only now—only now—that he realizes how much that meant. That love.

That safety.

He wants it back.

But for once, he doesn’t know how to ask for it. So he starts showing up. Quietly, consistently. Like he’s building something one brick at a time with bare hands. He remembers your go-to snack and leaves it on your desk with a Post-it reading "Thought of you." He walks you out to your car after work, even when it is not nightfall, even when you didn't ask. He insists on carrying your computer bag in the hallway, tells jokes he knows he will get, but even when you do laugh, there is something distant about it. As if your heart is behind a wall now.

As if your laugh doesn't belong to him anymore.

And perhaps the cruelest part?

He doesn't deserve for it.

Because he remembers every single time you came and he looked through you. Every time he came crying about Lucy and you wiped away his tears with hands that wanted to be held and weren't. Every time you begged in your silence—choose me—and he did not.

He sees it all now.

And it kills him.

One night, after too much wine celebrating a colleague's birthday dinner, he spots you leaning against the bar, head back in a laugh that doesn't even sound remotely headed his way. And there is someone's hand on your elbow. Light. Friendly. Harry's breathing stalls. It shouldn't be an issue. He hasn't a right. But it is. It is in the slow, descending, bone-deep way that makes him feel sick-in-himself.

When you turn back over, your expression shifts slightly. You say goodbye to the man—he resents that he doesn't know his name—and go over to Harry with your arms crossed over your chest, an arched brow.

"Are there any problems?"

He shakes his head. Fakes a grin. "I just wanted to tell you something."

You nod once. "Tell me."

But his voice gives him away.

Because now you're standing in front of him with a peaceful distance. With no suggestion of the hunger that used to hide behind your lashes. No pain, no tenderness. Just patience. The kind you save for strangers, colleagues. And Harry needs to shake you, needs to beg—please, look at me the way you used to. Please, love me the way I didn't. Please, don't be finished.

Instead, he utters something stupid. Something bland. "You look nice tonight."

You tilt your head. "Thanks."

That's all.

No flush. No shy smile. No playful inquiry about whether he finally saw. You just… thank him. Like it doesn't count. Like he doesn't count.

He gets ill.

He says your name so quietly, as if if he says it too loudly, you'll disappear. "Can I… Can I ask you something?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Sure."

"Did I… did I rupture something between us?

And for a moment—one moment—your expression shifts. Something old crosses your eyes, something weary and wounded, and he sees you are able to cut him wide open if you care to. You can tell him everything. How you loved him. How hard it was to see him fall in love with somebody else. How many nights you cried over somebody who never looked back. How humiliating it was to be on call constantly, second.

But you don't.

You just breathe, quietly.

"No. No, not really. You just… taught me to not hope anymore."

And that destroys him more than if you'd yelled at him.

Because your voice is quiet. Your words are honest. And they sound not angry, but tired. Like someone who gave too much for too long and finally, finally learned how to walk away.

You smile at him afterwards. Not wistfully. Not bitterly. Just like someone who has lost something.

"Good night, Harry."

And you walk away.

And for the first time in his life, he's the one you didn't turn around for.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ not so boring wedding ] j. hughes

pairing : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : Jack catches the attention of the maid of honor at Nico's wedding and they decide to make the wedding a little less boring with each other's company

warning(s) : smut ! unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), semi public sex (a hotel conference room), kind of an open ending ?

author’s note : took me a while but here is my comeback fic (dw, i'm slowly making my way through requests). i'm using both my old and new taglist for this fic only !! you can find the new tallest right HERE since i will not be using my old one after this fic. enjoy ! <3. might make this a part 2 if anyone is actually interested in that tbh

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He catches her attention at the worst time. She's currently standing under an archway behind her best friend on Lake Geneva in Switzerland as Dina gets married to her boyfriend of five years. He sits in the fourth row on Nico's side between two guys that look similar to him, so she assumes they're related. Brothers, probably.

She tries to keep her attention on the ceremony going in literally right in front of her, but she is having a hard time keeping her gaze away from those pretty blue eyes that she can even see from where she stands.

Finally the ceremony ends when Nico kisses Dina for the first time as husband and wife. The crowd cheers for the newly wed couple as they walk back up the aisle together. With the biggest smile on her face, she can't help but spare one more glance at guy with the blue eyes. Even his smile is pretty.

This isn't supposed to happen. She's not supposed to find someone sitting in the crowd at her best friend's wedding. She's supposed to be the maid of honor and making sure the day goes smoothly.

Though, she can't help but wonder who he is. No one in Nico's family has bright blue eyes like that guy does so he can't be related to him. A friend maybe? A teammate? Someone else who plays in the NHL? Maybe she should find out.

It feels like thousands of pictures are taken by the time the bridal party and the newlyweds make their entrances to the reception. The bridesmaids make their entrance to P!nk's "Raise Your Glass" while the groomsmen make their entrance to AC/DC's "Thunderstruck". Dina and Nico come in last to Bruno Mars' "Marry You".

She sits beside Dina and another one of the bridesmaids for toasts, dinner, and dessert. Drinks are brought to the bridal party table and she is very glad because she's trying to save her feet for the dance floor once they open it up.

There's one thing that's really on her mind though. Who was the guy sitting in the fourth row at the ceremony?

While dessert is being served, she leans over to Dina. "Can I ask you a really stupid question?" she asks her best friend.

Dina swallows a bite of the cake and nods. "It can't be that stupid," her friend teases.

"Um," she hesitates. "There was a guy that I couldn't stop looking at during the ceremony and I was hoping you can tell me who he is? He has blue eyes, brown hair? He was sitting in the fourth row on Nico's side of the room between two guys that I think are his brothers?"

Her friend looks at her with raised eyebrows, then bursts out laughing like the funniest joke was just told. "I'm sorry," she laughs. "It's not funny. I'm sorry. I think you're talking about Jack. He's one of Nico's teammates in New Jersey. He's basically hockey royalty and comes from a well known hockey family."

She nods and sips her glass of wine, needing some kind of alcohol in her system. "Thanks," she mumbles under her breath.

Dina laughs and stands up. "Come on," she laughs. "I'll give you an introduction to him and his brothers. You'll probably see them a lot more often now that I'm married to Jack's captain."

"Oh, no," she quickly says as Dina pulls her out of her seat. "I don't think that's necessary. I just wanted to know who he is. I don't need an introduction."

Her best friend looks at her, squinting her eyes at her. "Listen, you have been in such a crabby mood since Alex broke up with you like six months ago," Dina points out. "You need to meet someone and get laid. Where else to meet someone then at a wedding?"

Oh God, she thinks as Dina hooks her elbow with hers while walking over to one of the table. She tries not to look like she might drop to the floor with nerves as she crosses the room with the bride.

The pair walk up to a table of six guys, one of them being the guy she saw in the audience during the ceremony -- Jack. His brothers she still assumes are sitting with him as well as five other very well built guys. She sighs softly as they stop walking.

"What's up, guys?" Dina greets. "How was the food?"

Casual. Nice.

One of the non-related guys speaks up and answers for the table. "It was really good. The steak was perfectly cooked and the vegetables were seasoned well," he says, looking between us.

Dina smiles, still playing it casual. "That's great," she says. "My maid of honor (Y/N) is probably very glad to hear that. She was the one that really put together the menu for the reception so I'm glad it was good."

She smiles when her name is brought into the conversation. She tries her best not to stare at the blue eyed guy from the ceremony. Her eyes still steal an occasional glance, and she feels very self conscious of herself.

"Right," she says after Dina is done talking. "That was me. I'm glad the food was good ..." She trails off, leaving it open for the guy to give her his name.

The guy smiles at her. "Dawson," he says. "That's Timo, Seamus, Jack, Quinn, and Luke." Each guy waves their hand when introduced. Her eyes linger on Jack for a moment when he's introduced to her.

Dina nudges her with her elbow. "Right, well, I hope you all gave a good night," she says. "Have fun on the dance floor in a little bit. Nice to meet you all. I have more rounds to make."

Then she walks away. She tries to make it look casual when she just wants to run far, far away. She walks to her seat and downs the rest of her wine. Dina sits back beside her, laughing. Nico looks between the girls.

"What's so funny?" he asks.

"(Y/N) was scared to meet your teammates," Dina tells her new husband. "More specifically Jack. He caught her attention when we were saying our vows."

Nico smiles at her. "Jack's harmless," he explains. "He's like a puppy dog. He also likes to make terrible jokes to try and make you laugh. Don't laugh. It only boosts his ego."

"Who's ego?" a voice suddenly asks.

The three of them look in front of them to see a confused Jack. She wants to crawl under the table when he appears in front of her.

"Yours," Nico replies with a smile on his face. "You and your terrible jokes."

Jack smiles and she swears her heart flutters in her chest when he does. "What can I say? Everyone loves a good joke," he says, looking directly at her. She can't help but give him a little grin.

Both Dina and Nico shake their heads. Nico grabs his new wife's hand and stands up with her. "We have to go make some rounds to see our guests," he explains. "Will the two of you be okay by yourselves?"

She nods, looking at her best friend and Nico. "Yeah," she says. "We'll be fine."

Her friends leave the table and she turns her full attention to Jack. He extends his hand to her. "Can I get you a drink?" he asks. "Well, I guess accompany you to get a drink since it's open bar."

She doesn't have the heart to tell him that she gets drinks brought to her so she just nods and walks with him up to the bar. She orders her usual strawberry margarita and Jack gets a beer.

"So, how do you know Dina?" Jack asks. "I assume you're close since you're her maid of honor."

"Um, yeah," she replies. "She's my best friend. We grew up together attached at the hip because our moms are best friends too. She's a few months older than me so we weren't in the same class together but we have always been close despite that." She pauses for a beat when they are served their drinks. "How do you know Nico?"

Jack takes a long sip of his beer and looks at her. "We play together for the New Jersey Devils," he explains. "He's my captain, and one of my closest friends on the team. We've played together since I was drafted in 2019. We were both number one overall draft picks in our draft years so I always felt like I could go to him if I was feeling stressed out or overwhelmed by the pressure on me. We've grown close since my rookie year. My brother Luke looks up to him too."

She smiles and sips her margarita as Jack talks. "That's sweet," she says when he's done talking.

He lets out a breathy laugh at the same time Dina gets on the mic to speak to everyone.

"Nico and I would like to take this time to thank you all for making the trip to watch us profess our loves and marry one another," she begins to say. "We appreciate it and we hope the food was good. Now it's time for the real fun to begin. The dance floor is now open!"

As the last sentence is said, the DJ plays "Can't Stop the Feeling" by Justin Timberlake. A lot of the crowd makes their way out to the floor, especially the kids. She smiles at the sight of most of the guests on the dance floor.

When she looks over at Jack, she finds him looking at her. "What?" she asks, a smile forming on her face.

"Nothing," Jack replies. "I just thought this wedding was just going to be another boring wedding."

"It's not so boring now, huh?" she teases, half joking with him.

"Definitely not so boring," he tells her, serious. She raises her eyebrows when she realizes he's being serious.

She was worried that the wedding was going to be kind of boring. It sounds like doesn't have to worry about that now. Jack seems to have the same idea.

They finish their drinks and Jack invites her to go dance with him. He finds his brothers, Luke and Quinn. From their brief conversation they had while they drank their drinks, she knows that Luke is his younger brother that plays with him in New Jersey and Quinn is his older brother that is captain of the Vancouver Canucks. They formally introduce themselves to her when she walks up with Jack.

She's not sure if she'd ever admit it to Dina, but this is probably the best wedding that she's ever attended. Not only was she maid of honor, which is something the two of them have talked about since they were kids, but she met Jack.

He might be about to change her life. She doesn't know how they haven't met before tonight with her being close with Dina and Jack being close with Nico.

Either way, they've met now. She also really likes Jack and wouldn't mind staying in contact when they get back to America.

Rascal Flatts' "Bless the Broken Road" -- Dina's favorite song off the Hannah Montana movie soundtrack -- begins to play. All of the couple get on the dance floor to sway to the beat of the music. Not that she was expecting Jack to ask her to dance, but she's slightly disappointed that he's not even around.

She makes her way back to the table to get a drink and take a short break from dancing. She sips off her glass of wine that she got not too long ago and watches Dina and Nico dance. They look so in love with each other that it's disgustingly cute. They smile and talk to each other while the song is on.

Suddenly, someone taps her on the shoulder. She turns her head to see who it is and is surprised when it's Jack. He's extending his hand out to her. "May I have this dance?" he asks with a sweet smile on his face.

With a smile of her own, she accept his hands and goes out onto the dance floor with him. She drapes her arms around his neck and he rests his hands on her waist. She looks up at Jack, who is looking around at the rest of the crowd on the dance floor as they begin to sway to the beat of the music.

"I don't think I've ever actually danced at one of these things," Jack admits. "Slow danced, I mean. Unless it was with my mom. I love her but sometimes I wished I could've danced with a friend or someone."

She lets out a soft laugh as Jack looks down at her. He's got half a foot on her with heels on. "Is that right?" she asks. "Well, I'm glad I got to be the first to dance with Jack Hughes at a wedding. Truly, I'm honored."

Jack smiles at her comment. "Is it really?" he asks. "I'm just a guy."

"And I'm just a girl," she replies. "Dancing with a cute guy at my best friend's wedding."

"Oh, I'm cute now?" he questions, teasing her. "I should've known when you couldn't stop looking at me while Dina and Nico were right in front of you getting married a few hours ago."

Her jaw practically drops at his teasing. "You saw that?" she asks. "I thought I was being subtle."

He laughs and shakes his head. "You were anything but subtle," he tells her. "There were a few times where you stared. I could see you looking at me despite my attention being on Nico and Dina."

She feels her cheeks get hot when he tells her that she wasn't subtle when she was looking at him during the ceremony. "That's so embarrassing," she pouts. "It was that obvious that I was looking at you? Really?" Jack nods. "Oh my God."

Jack's smile widens while looking down at her. "It was cute," he tells her. "I don't blame you though. I am a very attractive man."

With a roll of her eyes, she gently and playfully swats at his chest. "You're impossible," she laughs.

"Yeah, well," Jack sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist rather than just resting his hand on her. "You like me anyway. At least, it looks that way since you couldn't keep your eyes off of me."

She rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around his neck. "Oh, shut up," she says, not actually being serious. She wants to keep listening to what he has to say.

Then he does something she never expected him to do -- he kisses her. In front of a room full of people. Then she does something she didn't think she would do -- she kisses him back. Her arms tighten slightly around his neck and she presses herself against him as the song ends.

Their kiss is slow, hesitant like they're both testing the waters. She rises onto her tiptoes so he doesn't have to bend down as much to kiss her.

It's a very quick kiss though. As soon as the song changes, Jack breaks the kiss and looks down at her. She looks up at him with slightly wide eyes since she didn't think he would do that. She'd happily kiss him again.

And that's when a potentially bad idea quickly crosses her mind.

"I'm sorry-" Jack begins to say before she grabs his hand and pulls him out of the ballroom without saying a word to him.

She pulls him down a maze of hallways until the music can no longer be heard.

They turn one corner and Jack opens his mouth to say something else, but he doesn't say anything because her mouth is back on his. She pulls him down by the collar of his suit jacket and crashes her lips to his. Jack hesitates for a moment before he deeply kisses her back.

He walks her backward until her back finds a wall. She slides her hands up to cup his jaw as their exchanged kisses get deeper and hotter. Jack's hands pin her hips to the wall behind her as their tongues find each other in a passionate dance.

This is the last thing she ever expected to do tonight. She thought she would be stuck at that table all night or talking to people she barely knows. Instead, she's making out in a dark hallway with a guy that she just met tonight.

Jack's hands dip below her hips, cupping her ass. She giggles against his lips and he pulls her closer to him. She arches her back off the wall so her chest is pressed flush against his. She can feel one of his hands on her bare back where it's exposed. She shivers a little bit.

She breaks the kiss and looks up at him.

"You couldn't wait to kiss me when we weren't' surrounded by literally a hundred people?" she asks, breathless from the hot kisses she just shared with Jack.

He laughs and looks down at her. "Hey, I took the biggest risk of my life when I kissed you while we were dancing," he tells her. "And I play professional hockey for a living."

She shakes her head with a smile on her face and looks around the dark hallway before her eyes land on an open door that leads to a dimly lit room. She takes Jack's hand and leads him toward the room. It looks like a conference room or something. It's small for a conference room. The lights are dimmed since it's nighttime.

Almost as if Jack knows what she's planning, he shuts and locks the door behind them. She turns and looks at him as he walks up to her. He reaches out and cups her jaw gently while he looks at her. She tilts her head up to look at him.

"Is it okay if I kiss you now that we aren't in a room filled with literally a hundred people?" Jack asks.

She brings her hands up to grasp his suit jacket before she nods. "You can do whatever you want now that we're not in a room filled with literally a hundred people," she replies.

No sooner than the last word passes her lips, Jack's lips come crashing to hers. The force of the kiss causes her to take half a step backward. He walks her toward the conference table, pinning her against it gently.

She pushes his suit jacket off his arms, and Jack tosses it on a nearby chair without breaking the kiss. She untucks his button-up from his dress pants and begins to work at undoing the buttons on it.

Jack deepens the kiss at the same time she begins working on the buttons to undress him. At least partially undress him. His hands slide around to her lower back, playing with the zipper of her dress.

As soon as she gets the last button undone, Jack pulls the zipper of the dress down. She reaches behind her and undoes the clasp that's holding her halter neck together. She breaks the kiss and looks up at Jack as she lets the top of her dress fall, revealing her upper body and breasts to him. She pushes the dress down until it pools around her ankles and she jumps up onto the table.

He looks her up and down where she sits almost naked for him. Jack undoes the belt and button holding his dress pants together as she reaches out. She wraps her fingers around his tie and tugs him toward her. Jack's hands rest on her thighs and he pulls her to the edge of the table.

She looks him up and down, his upper body exposed since his shirt hangs open. She licks her bottom lip before meeting his pretty blue eyes. Jack lifts his hand and cups her jaw for a second before his fingers slide to the back of her head. His fingers curl in her curly locks and he pulls her toward him, but he doesn't kiss her. Their noses softly brush against each other.

"Are you okay with this?" he asks. "If you'd rather do this in a bed or in the privacy of a room then we can but-"

She leans forward and kisses him to shut him up. At this moment, she's tired of hearing him talk. More touching, less talking.

A switch flips in Jack and he's slightly rougher with his movements. His lips move harshly against hers, but she reciprocates the energy. She reaches between them and unzips Jack's dress pants. They fall and pool around his ankles.

Jack leans into her and pushes her until she's flat on her back on the conference table. She bites her lip and watches as he pushes his boxers down, exposing himself to her. He's big. Just seeing him hard makes her moan softly.

He pull her lace thong to the side and lines himself up with her with one hand. His other hands runs over her torso and between her boobs. He pays attention to each one, squeezing and massaging the skin. "God, Jack," she sighs softly.

Just as she lifts her head to look at him, Jack pushes into her. She gasps at the unfamiliar stretch of Jack inside of her. His dick is bigger than the others that have been inside of her. And by "others", she means the one ex-boyfriend that she had. Jack is so much bigger than he was.

She adjusts to his size before Jack starts to rock his hips against hers. She slams her palms down on the table and tries to use her nails to grab onto the smooth top. His movements are slow and steady at first to make sure he doesn't hurt her, but as soon as she's adjusted, he's moving deeply and roughly into her.

"Fuck, Jack," she gasps as she sits up. She presses her chest against his and captures his lips in a hot kiss as he lifts one of her legs onto the table to keep her spread for him. She moans against his lips and he swallows every sound she makes.

Jack reaches between them and gently begins to rub her clit with his thumb. She gasps softly and Jack pushes his tongue into her mouth with the opportunity he has. He moves his thumb in gentle circles around the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves, careful not to apply too much pressure. Her legs begin to shake with slight overstimulation between his dick inside her and his thumb on her clit.

She grinds against his thumb, moving her body in sync with his as they continue to exchange hot kisses filled with tongue. Soft moans pass her lips with every movement he makes.

His movements slow but he thrusts deeply into her, filling her with his cock every time he moves into her. One of his hands slides into her hair to keep her close to him. Not that she was going anywhere. She's enjoying this closeness way too much.

The knot that formed in the pit of her stomach tightens to a point where it threatens to explode then and there. Her entire body shakes and Jack's movements get sloppy.

"Gonna come," Jack pants against her lips. "Fuck."

She nods and moves as close to the edge of the table as she can without falling off. Jack hooks his elbow under her bent leg that's on the table to make sure she doesn't hurt herself.

Jack's thrusts pick back up but they're sloppy movements. She rolls her hips against his.

His thumb picks up speed on her clit and that's the end of her.

"I'm coming- fuck!" she cries out as her entire body clenches around his cock. Jack fucks her through her orgasm. She grasps his upper arms, digging her nails into his skin as she releases around him.

His movements get sloppier and sloppier before he quickly pulls out of her and comes all over her thighs. Their heavy breathing from their respective orgasms is the only thing that fills the room. She gently lays herself back on top of the table.

He presses his hands into the table on either side of her, leaning on the table. He pants and looks at her. "Okay," he sighs. "I can officially check hooking up with someone at a wedding off my checklist."

She laughs and looks up at him. "You did that a little too well, Jack," she points out in a teasing voice. "Need to tell me something?"

"I don't normally hook up with women I meet four hours prior," he tells her. "Well, sometimes but it's not a regular thing. I don't tend to make it a regular thing."

"I know," she says. "Relax. I'm just messing with you." She begins to sit up and sees his come rolling down her thighs. "Can you go grab paper towels or napkins or something for me please?"

His eyes fall to her thighs and grins. "Give me a second," he sighs. "I need like thirty more seconds."

A giggle passes her lips before she softly kisses him. She couldn't resist stealing another kiss from him before they have to return to the reception.

Jack fixes his clothes then runs off to find something so she can clean herself up. He returns a few seconds later with some paper towels. She cleans her thighs off before she fixes her thong and pulls her dress back on. He zips up her dress and she clasps her halter neck together.

He fixes her hair as best as he can and she finds a mirror right outside of the conference room where she can quickly fix her makeup.

They make their way back to the reception with shared smiles. She definitely can't keep her eyes off of him now.

Jack goes off to the table with his brothers and she returns to her seat at the bridal party table. Dina looks at her with raised eyebrows when she sits down with a stupid smile on her face.

"And where have you been?" Dina asks, a smile on her face when she realizes where her best friend might have been.

"Nowhere," she lies. "Went to the bathroom."

"Right," Dina says. "And you didn't want to fix your eyeliner while you were in there?"

She looks over at Dina. "I was a little distracted."

Her best friend squints her eyes at her. "Was his name Jack Hughes?"

"Possibly."

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[geeky-politics-46]

Yayyy you’re taking Walker requests!!! Would you be able to write about how reader finds Walker on a dating app? Maybe she’s always had a crush on him and swipes right cause f*** it, but also she’s lowkey curious. She’s surprised that they match and it’s up to you on how it finishes!!!

Swipe Right

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: John Walker x Reader

Summary: You & John matched on a dating app. Val sees it as the perfect opportunity for good PR. The two of you just see an opportunity at love.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, language, fluff, smidgen of unintentional exhibitionism.

As soon as the sentence was out of your mouth, you knew you shouldn't have said anything. The looks on Yelena's and Ava's faces immediately told you as much. The wine was what made you mention that you were debating creating a profile on a dating site. Now, about an hour later, they had created your profile themselves and were already swiping away on your behalf.

Your new profile picture was you all done up and in an evening gown at a gala Valentina had thrown to try to promote the team as The New Avengers. You had joked about feeling like a Bond girl more than yourself that night, but you had to admit it was a really good photo.

“Okay, I appreciate your help making the profile, but can I at least do this part myself? I'm the one who has to go out with these guys after all.”

“No”, Ava deadpanned without even glancing away from your phone screen. Yelena was sitting to her left with your phone held hostage.

Yelena nodded in agreement with her.

“Yeah, no. Clearly, your judgment has led us to this. So now we have to assist in the screening process.”

You snorted at that and decided that it was time to bring their own singleness into the equation.

“Oh yes, because both of you clearly have a better track record than I do.”

Yelena started chuckling and recounted your own drunken confession about why your last relationship tanked. Glancing up at you momentarily before going back to swiping.

“You told us your last boyfriend cried during sex and hit on your mother in front of you. That is far worse than anything we've ever experienced. Clearly, an intervention is needed on your behalf.”

She did have a point. Perhaps a couple extra screeners could help you avoid the worst of the bunch this time.

You grumbled under your breath as they kept on working and decided you needed more wine. Reaching for the bottle and filling all three of your glasses as they debated whether to swipe left or right on some guy for you. Ultimately, landing on left when the very last photo on his profile was yet another photo holding up a fish.

“Seriously, why do so many men think a photo of them smiling with a dead animal is attractive?”

Ava was the one who voiced what you were all thinking as she looked away from the screen to take a sip from her glass. You silently nodded in agreement with her before starting to add your two cents.

“I think it's like a caveman thing or something. Proof they can catch food or —”

You were cut off mid sentence by Yelena sitting up bolt straight and grabbing to get Ava's attention all of a sudden. Her jaw on the floor and her eyes practically popped out of her head before bursting into what could only be described as a cackle.

Ava's attention snapped back to the screen to see the latest victim that had earned that response from the Russian blonde. She immediately choked on her wine when she saw the picture on the screen.

Coughing and choking out a stunned, “Oh my god!”.

Okay, now you had to see the guy that has garnered this reaction from your fellow teammates. You had a feeling it had to mean something either really good or something really bad.

You slid onto the couch, squeezing in on Yelena's left. Her mouth still agape and her eyes were still glued to the screen. A devious plan already forming in her mind, mentally communicating with Ava, who was already in agreement.

Suddenly, you saw why they had reacted the way they did. The profile picture they were staring at was none other than your teammate, John Walker. The blonde super soldier that for some reason you found stupidly hot even though he could get under everyone's skin with a single sentence.

Before you could even open your mouth or try to survey his profile beyond the picture he had up first, Yelena quickly swiped right. A thumbs up appearing as the signal that it confirmed you were interested.

“What did you just do?! Why did you do thar?! Oh my god, now he's gonna think I wanna hook up or something! I'm never gonna be able to face him again.”

Yelena looked at you pointedly and rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on. Neither of you is fooling anyone. You are the only one who cares enough to laugh at his stupid jokes. He hovers around you like a mosquito, and he stares at your tits like all the time. A hint of cleavage he practically drools on the floor. One of you is going to jump the other sooner or later. I'm just speeding up the inevitable outcome.”

Ava jumped on the bandwagon without hesitation.

“Plus you did tell him you liked the hat. We think maybe you really do want to hook up with him.”

Your jaw dropped like they'd just irrefutably proved their point.

“The helmet? Well, at least it was better than the stupid beret. I do not want to hook up with John! He just is kind of cute sometimes when he's not in a terrible mood. He's got pretty eyes, and he can be really sweet when his ego is under control.”

Yelema and Ava's eyes both went wide as you started to process what you just said. You could hear a pin drop the room was so quiet as they let you come to the conclusion they had both already come to.

“Oh crap, maybe I do want to hook up with him.”

You dropped your head into your own lap and groaned. Just as the doors opened and all 3 super soldiers wandered in. Unfortunately, overhearing the last part of your sentence. You heard the booming voice before the doors even fully opened.

“Ooo.. who do you want to hook up with?! I love gossip! Start over!”

While Bucky made a beeline for the kitchen not bothering to pay you guys any attention beyond a nod and smile, Alexei practically ran over to the couch to figure out all the juicy details.

As John stepped into the room and came into your peripheral vision, his curiosity clearly piqued at the conversation. You quickly downed what was left in your wine glass. Moving quickly, you stole your phone from Yelena and grabbed the rest of the bottle of wine before hastily leaving and retreating to your room.

Yelling over your shoulder without looking back “No one. Nothing. Forget it. I'm tired. Bye.”

You could still hear the cackles from Ava and Yelena as you made your escape. A confused Red Guardian begging to be let in on the secret. You really hoped that, at the very least, they waited until John wasn't in the room to spill the plan they had set in motion. You had a feeling Bob had already been informed by text the second you left the room. At least he could keep a secret, something you were very unsure Alexei could do.

You avoided your phone like the plague for the rest of the night. Even going so far as putting it in your nightstand under the book you were reading. Like somehow that would provide an extra barrier against the rejection you feared would come.

Completely missing the alert that you had a new match. A certain super soldier who couldn't believe his own luck.

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How Val had even found out you had no idea. Hell, you had only matched with each other the night before. You were starting to get the feeling she had all of your phones hacked and probably had bugs hidden all over the tower. Your next team bonding night was likely going to be spent searching the building from top to bottom until you were all confident you weren't on some sort of hidden camera reality show.

However she had found out, she had summoned both you and John to her office to discuss “the wonderful PR opportunity that had presented itself”. You had a strong suspicion that you would need a very stiff drink afterward.

For some reason, though, at least a reason neither you nor John was yet able to state out loud to each other, you both marched into her office and plopped down in matching chairs. Like children who had gotten sent to the principals office. She spoke, and you both just listened.

“Think of it… set up by your teammates. Unknowingly falling for each other, thanks to their zany antics. Like The Parent Trap, but with weapons. The two of you finding love against all odds. Despite all of your shortcomings. Saving the world together, then falling into each other's arms. America's sweethearts. The marketability of this is insane. You're a bombshell that can throw a knife. He's a pretty idiot with a god complex. The possibilities are limitless!”

You started fumbling your words trying to come up wirh some sort of response as John sat there bug eyed and squirming. Neither of you knew how to respond. Not that Val was really asking for your input about it anyway.

“We could even televise the wedding!”

It was at this point that you choked on your own tongue. John nearly fell out of his chair. You both were barely ready to dip your toe in the pool, and she was already picking out honeymoon locations. Frankly, you were surprised she hadn't mentioned filming and monetizing that yet. Truthfully, you wouldn't put it past her trying.

“Hang on Val! Let's put the invitations on hold for a second here. We haven't even talked about even having a first date, or even if we want to go on a first date. I mean, he's coming out of a divorce, I don't even know if he is even attracted to me or anything…”

John started talking over you at this point. Trying to put aside the thought that he could possibly not be attracted to you. In reality, he was crazy about you.

“Well. That was finalized a while ago. I mean, I hadn't really thought that I was… but with you… I do really like you. You're so pretty. I just don't know if it's believable that you'd be attracted to me.”

You diverted your attention from Val to John. Still talking over his anxious rambling, but now trying to convince him that you didn't just swipe right to mess with him. Even if it wasn't actually you that had swiped.

“I swiped how I swiped for a reason. I didn't do it to mess with you or anything. I just wasn't sure if you would think it's a bad idea because of the team and working together. We don't have to rush or anything, I mean, I've been single for a while, I just…”

Both of you tapered off your rants at nearly the same time. Turning to look back at Val with no less confusion on your faces than before. Although both of you were now blushing a little. Now that you both knew this wasn't just a fluke.

Val looked thoroughly entertained watching the two of you fumble like teenagers. Her eyes darted back and forth from one of your faces to the other. A grin on her face that didn't make either of you breathe any easier.

“Oh my god. You two are so awkward. It's so sad. The American public will eat it up with a spoon! I'll start working on a press release.”

Val went back to looking through the papers scattered in front of her as if you and John weren't still sitting there dumbfounded at the conversation you'd just had with her. After a moment, she realized you were both staring back at her.

She glanced up and made a shooing gesture toward the elevator as she picked up her phone. Her eyebrows raised like she was surprised you were both still there.

“You can leave now.”

You both stood in silence and walked to the elevator, already hearing her starting to pitch couples nicknames to whoever she had called. Thankfully, the elevator doors opened quickly and closed even quicker once you were both inside.

The silence between you was deafening. The tension was so thick that you were both starting to sweat. Quickly glancing at each other out of your peripheral vision before looking away when the other noticed.

Eventually, you cleared your throat and decided to offer an escape for John if he wanted it. You weren't going to let Val push him into something he wasn't ready for. Even if the idea of being with him didn't sound too bad to you.

“Seriously, John, we don't have to do this, you know. One word to Yelena, and you know she will get Val to drop it. We can just forget about the whole thing.”

He studied his shoes for a minute before responding. Chewing on the inside of his cheek as he did.

“If you want to forget about the matching thing, then I understand. I mean, you're you, and I'm… me. I get it.”

You hit the emergency stop button in the elevator. Turning to face John and forcing him to turn to face you. Tilting yourself down to get his eyeline level with yours. It didn't take more than a moment for him to adjust his gaze so you could fully stand straight again.

“Its not that, John. Really. I just don't want you to feel like you have to go out with me. I don't want you to feel forced to do anything because Val thinks it's a good idea. If you do go out with me, it should be because you think it's a good idea. Because you want to.”

“What if I want to? I mean only if you want to, that is. If you don't, that's fine too.”

“I might want to… if you want to.”

“I want to.”

“Okay. Me too.”

You hit the emergency stop button again, and the elevator lurched back to life. The both of you both fiddled with your own fingers and stared straight ahead back at the sliding double door in front of you.

God, you two really were awkward. Maybe it would have been easier if you had Bucky pass John a note asking if he liked you and telling him to check yes or no.

John was the one who broke the silence this time.

“Okay… so maybe we can have dinner tonight? Takeout, maybe. Stay here. I think most of the others left on a mission today. Chinese?”

“Yeah. That sounds good. You know to figure this out before Val decides to announce an engagement. Be at your floor around 7? See if there's anything…”

You gestured between the two of you with one finger. Not quite knowing how to verbalize what you knew there was between you. The tension that was so thick that you could cut it with a knife sometimes. The glances and random touches that you couldn't quite explain if asked.

He nodded emphatically without adding any actual words. What could he say that wouldn't sound terrible? That he had to pinch himself when he saw you had swiped right on him because he was sure he had to be dreaming? That he found himself constantly fantasizing about you in both appropriate and wholly inappropriate ways?

No. Not right now, at least. Maybe if tonight went well, he would get the chance to live even a fraction of those fantasies. Even if it was just for show, he would have happily gone along with Val's plan if it meant he could pretend that you loved him the way he loved you. Maybe now he stood a chance. Just a chance that it could actually be real.

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By the time 7 o'clock came around, you were both slightly calmer than you were earlier. In your case, it was thanks to the glass of wine you drank while you were getting ready. You didn't dress up or anything in particular. You just wanted to look put together but still comfortable. Also, you put on cute underwear. You know, just in case.

John had already picked up the food by the time you arrived. You were impressed that he had remembered exactly what you always ordered. A pride blooming in his chest when he saw your cheeks blush at his attentiveness.

You both sat on the couch and started eating. Before long, the conversation started. At first, it felt a touch awkward still, but after the first time he made you laugh, you both began to relax. Eventually, easing closer to each other until you were nearly touching. He was a far cry from the arrogant stubborn man you were used to working with.

After sharing a few stories and fun facts about recent events, the conversation turned towards the dating app and relationships in general. The air immediately thickened, not in a negative way.

“So really, why did you swipe right? You don't have to be nice to me. The others certainly don't pretend to be my biggest fans. I'm not exactly bachelor of the year.”

There was an air of both hopefulness and impending sadness in his voice. When you finally looked up, you saw him self-consciously chewing on his bottom lip. His fork stabbing absent mindedly at his food. It immediately melted any desire you had to make a joke and deny how much you actually liked the man.

“Well, I do like you, John. A lot, actually. I'm just not sure how to talk about it, and I'm clearly not very good at the whole dating thing. So, yeah. Also, Yelena was actually the one who swiped for me, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't have done it myself. I just probably wouldn't have found it had her and Ava not taken my phone and made the profile for me. I'm not sure I ever would have gone through with creating one on my own.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smirk to mask your own insecurities. It was a self-defense tactic you were quite fond of. Pretend everything is fine, and they'll believe it. Unfortunately, John knew you too well to fall for it.

“Well then, I'm glad she did. I'm glad you let them. I really like you too. More than it's probably smart to admit so quickly. If it's any consolation, I'm definitely out of practice at the whole dating thing. The last time I successfully wooed anyone was high school, and we know how that turned out. So I think you've still got the upper hand here.’

You chuckled and thought for a minute.

“I guess we can skip all the basic getting to know you questions in this case. Also, in my humble opinion, this isn't bad as first dates go. One of the better ones I've been on.”

He blushed slightly at the idea that you were enjoying yourself. That you were enjoying being with him.

“Well hopefully it will be enough to earn me a second date. I do have to ask, though, why are you even on that app? You could pretty much have whoever you wanted. I mean, look at you. You're smart, talented, funny, and gorgeous. Val pretty much said the same earlier.”

You couldn't help but start to blush a little now too at his compliment. A smile blooming on his face when he saw the pink twinge on your cheeks. Knowing he put that blush there. He wasn't totally rusty when it came to flirting, but it seemed extra endearing that it didn't seem like a line but a genuine statement. Like it was clear as day to everyone but you.

“Well thank you, but don't sell yourself short either Walker. A handsome super soldier is a pretty good catch. Truthfully, my track record is full of idiots, losers, and some of the worst guys in the city. Thought maybe if I cast the net a little wider, I might have better luck, and it's been long enough. I feel okay getting back out there. With our job, you know how easy it is to feel a little lonely sometimes. What about you?”

He took a deep breath and internally debated where to start. His eyebrows quirked upwards as he thought. You didn't rush him, but it didn't take long for him to start speaking.

“Well it's finally started to feel like the divorce with Olivia is real and that that chapter is officially closed. We are in the past. Now that the team is together I've had a little more chance to reflect on just how badly I fucked that and other things up. I decided that I want to try again. Even if it's not gonna necessarily be quite as simple as the high school sweethearts thing, I think I have forgiven myself enough to see what's out there. Honestly I wasn't expecting much to come from it. It just felt like a step forward instead of backwards for a change.”

You nodded and started to take a sip of your wine. All of what he said sounded perfectly reasonable. That he was finally ready to let go of the past. You had noticed that he had finally stopped wearing his wedding band sometime in the last few months.

He did have one more thing to add. Something that was painfully honest and a little embarrassing, but he hoped would get you to laugh.

“Also, it's been a long time, and at this point, I'm also just really, really horny. I haven't been… intimate… with anyone since the divorce. A while before the divorce, actually.”

You were not terribly surprised at his admission. As tightly wound as he could be sometimes, it made sense. It did get the wheels turning in your brain, though. It had been a while for you too, especially with someone other than a random one night stand. You missed being with someone you could trust. Maybe you should just rip the band-aid off and see if you were physically compatible? If not, you could both write it off as shaking off the dust. Getting back on the horse. No harm, no foul.

Suddenly, your thoughts overpowered your body. Willing you stand and walk over to him. A questioning look in his eyes as you approached him. A confident sway in your hips. You were the predator now, and he was your prey.

Moving to straddle him, you placed your hands on his broad shoulders and slowly lowered yourself down into his lap. His hands running up your thighs and settling on your hips. His nostrils were flaring, and his breath became labored as he realized what was about to happen.

“You shouldn't.”

He said it barely louder than a whisper.

You brought one hand up to ghost through his short beard. Letting him nuzzle into your touch. His blue eyes fluttering shit and his mouth falling open.

“If you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word. We don't have to do anything if you aren't ready.”

You leaned forward as you spoke just enough to ghost your lips over his forehead. Leaving the faintest kiss in their wake. A single kiss, and he knew he was already a goner for you.

“No, I'm ready. I want it. I want you. So badly and practically since I first met you. You just… you deserve so much better than me.”

You let your fingers run through his blonde hair and pulled slightly but firmly. A soft groan fell from his lips as you pulled just hard enough to tilt his eyes up to yours. His lashes fluttering and his irises starting to cloud over.

“Don't care. I want you anyway. Don't overthink it, John.” you answered confidently. Sensual smirk on your lips.

You felt his fingers grip tighter into the flesh of your hips and a breathy huff from his parted lips. With that, you didn't hold yourself back any longer and let your lips connect to his.

The first kiss was soft and sweet. Almost reverent. John's hands stayed perfectly still, even though you could tell he was itching to pull you closer. Like he was afraid that if he let himself go, you would shatter or run from him.

You brought your lips to his neck just below his ear, whispering “you wanna take this to the bedroom, soldier?”. Before stopping to suck and nibble at the skin there. You knew with his healing ability that you probably couldn't leave much of a real mark, but you were gonna have fun trying.

“Are you really sure you want this?”

He was so unsure of himself now. It was one of the things he hated the most. That he second guessed everything he did now. He was terrified of messing up yet again.

Instead of answering verbally, you let your hips start to roll against him. Grinding yourself into his lap. Letting the heat building in your groin answer him. Already enjoying the hardness of him that you felt growing beneath you.

You kissed him again. This time, with more passion. More fire. Trying to communicate how much you really did want him. Biting his bottom lip before pulling back and whispering against his lips, “it was you I was talking about the other night. When I said I wanted to hook up with someone.” Punctuating your statement by licking at his lips before descending back in for more.

A sudden fire lit within him as he crashed his lips back onto yours. Devouring you. His tongue quickly probing to find its way into your mouth. His hands shifted from your hips to grab at the meat of your ass. Grinding his hips into yours even harder. Letting you feel how hard he was becoming for you before standing and carrying you into his bedroom.

Not even bothering to shut the door before laying you down on the bed carefully and climbing on top of you. Not letting his weight rest on you, not sure if he should, until you pulled him down further. His nose nuzzling into yours at the sensation that you wanted him even closer still.

“Please tell me I'm not dreamin’. Don't think I'll be able to take it if this is all a dream.”

He spoke in such hushed words like he was afraid something would shift if he was too loud or rough. Like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to get up and leave. He shifted his weight to one side and started to drag one hand up and down your side. His breath skipped when your top shifted, and his fingertips met the soft, warm skin of your hip.

“I'm really here, John. It's not a dream.”

You brought one hand up to brush over the beard stubble on his cheek again. Kissing him softly before reaching down to start pulling your shirt up over your head. Throwing it to the side. Your pulse picking up at the way John's beautiful blue eyes studied every inch of skin like you were a map to heaven itself.

He started pressing open mouth kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone. Biting at the flesh at the swell of your breast. His hands slipped behind your back when you arched into his body. His fingers hesitated when they touched the hooks of your bra.

“For fucks sake John. I'm half naked in your bed. I'm not gonna change my mind now.”

Before he could move or even think, you lowered one had down and deftly popped open the button on his jeans. Effortlessly slipping your hand inside and palming over his hard cock through his boxer briefs. His erection throbbing in your hand and making him swear under his breath as you gripped his length.

You smiled against his lips. His cock felt perfect. Heavy and thick in your palm. A small wet patch where you felt the coronal groove where his head met his shaft. He was ramrod hard and deliciously veined.

“Face it Walker, I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me.”

He couldn't help the way his hips roll forward into your hand. You've barely touched him, and he's already on edge. You smiled seductively at his response. Eating up every bit of excitement he gave you. Knowing that once you broke through his hard outer shell, John Walker was a passionate man who would leave you panting and breathless. You wanted everything he would give you.

“Fuck, honey. You're gonna kill me.”

You pulled your legs up around his waist and used your feet to start pushing his jeans down his hips. Giggling when you feel him yank at the strap of your bra and the sound of the stitches snapping as he yanks the hooks apart. Neither of you felt the slightest bit bad about the destruction of the garment.

John pulled away to take off his pants and shirt as you threw your bra in the same general direction your shirt went in. Quickly shedding your own pants as well. You were anxious to really feel him against you. He slowly moved to climb back on the bed with you and let you take the lead again. Pulling him to lay on his back and letting you climb back into his lap. Gently lowering your hips down to grind his bulge against where you desperately needed him.

His hands moved to cups your breasts as you kissed him slow and deep. Moaning against his lips as his thumbs stroked across your nipples. The sound of your excitement encouraging him to continue. He dropped his head to your chest and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth. Circling the sensitive bud with his warm tongue before starting to suck on it.

Your hands flew to his hair, and your hips started rolling against his. The feeling of his member underneath you creating a friction that made your head start to spin. Your hips started to roll and buck against him as he happily switched from one breast to the other, then back to the first again.

He groaned against your chest, leaving open mouth bites on your skin. Lost in the feeling of your wet cunt and the thin fabric between you that was doing little to hide your arousal.

“Holy fuck. You're so goddamn wet baby. Need to feel you on my bare cock honey. You want that? Want me to fuck you raw? Wanna hear you say it.”

You nod frantically and pull at his hair. Your hips never ceasing their movement. A moan pulled from your throat as his hips bucked up into you. His cock twitching at the beautiful sounds you just made all for him.

“Yes John. Want you so badly. Need you to fuck me. Need your cock. Wanna feel you.”

He moved before your brain could even process what was happening. Flipping both of you over so you were on your back. Pulling your panties down your legs, a gasp falling from your lips as the cool air of the room hit your sopping core. His eyes devoured the sight of you naked and exposed before him as he pushed down his own boxer briefs.

A string of pre-cum flinging from his fat pink swollen tip and landing on your low abdomen as his cock bounced up against his abdomen. Your legs spreading even further than before, your cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation. You needed to feel him.

Reaching out your arms for him trying to pull him to you and he gladly obliged. Pushing your legs back and essentially folding you in half as he lowered to kiss you. A few sloppy open mouth kisses as he slotted his cock against your spread open pussy lips. Letting himself desperately hump against you. Spreading your warm slick along his throbbing length. The wet lewd sound intoxicating you both. Both of you were perfectly content to stay exactly like that and yet needing more at the same time.

“Fuck me John. I need to feel you inside of me.”

You were the one who broke first. Reaching between you to press him down just slightly so the head of his cock caught against your aching hole. Your body was practically sucking him in. He swore he had never felt anything as incredible as your warm wet pussy hugging his cock. His head spun as his hips stuttered after his first full thrust inside you.

As pent up as he was, John knew he wasn't going to last long. Not when your cunt felt like it was made for him. Not when you were whining so beautifully underneath him. Like you were every wet dream he'd ever had come to life. He was barely hanging on as it was when you started praising him.

“Your cock feels so good, John. Yes, don't stop. Feel so fucking good inside me. So fucking big. So fucking perfect.”

Your arms looped around his neck and hanging onto him for dear life as he held your legs open. Both of you daring to look down and watch your cunt stretch around his cock. A ring of white cream already forming around the base of his shaft. Proof that you were just as on edge as he was.

“Fuck. I'm not gonna last long honey. Wanna feel you cum around my cock before I fill you up.”

All you could do was helplessly nod and moan as John reached between you and started stroking your clit with his thumb. The roughness on the pad of his finger only adding even more stimulation. Your back arching into his touch and your praise growing louder as your orgasm started to build. The feeling of every ridge and vein on his cock hitting you perfectly.

“Harder John. Please. Fuck me harder. Wanted you for so long. Look so fucking hot in your suit. Surprised you can't smell how wet I get for you. Make me cum John. Please. Need to cum for you.”

His hips started to snap into you faster and harder. Just like you wanted. His full balls slapped against your ass. Punctuating your continued chants for him to make you cum. A growl emitting from his chest as he felt you start to squeeze him even tighter. Knowing he had you teetering on the edge of release.

“That’s it, honey. Know you're close. Cum for me baby. Cum for me and then I'll fill you up so fucking good. Tell me you need it!”

A high-pitched squeal coming from your lips as your orgasm hit you hard and fast. The delicious heat in your belly spreads through your limbs. Leaving your fingers and toes tingling as John continued his assault on your cunt. The squelching between you and the bedframe creaking was hotter than any porno you had ever seen.

As you came down from your high, you urgently needed to pull John to his own. Telling him exactly what he wanted to hear and letting him take everything he wanted from you. You wanted him to cum as hard as you had.

“You fuck me so good John. Come on baby, cum inside me. Fill my pussy up. I want you to cum inside me. I need to feel your cum inside me.”

His hips speeding up to a nearly inhuman rate. One of the perks of being a super soldier. Your eyes rolling back in your head as you started to reach the point of overstimulation. Your pussy somehow squeezing him tighter still. A growl through his gritted teeth was the only sound he could make as he hit his pinnacle.

One more hard thrust, and he buried himself in you as deep as he physically could. His nails leaving crescent shaped imprints in your hips that were sure to bruise. Rutting against you in a spasm with each spurt of cum that shot from his throbbing cock. Thick and warm. Coating your walls completely and overwhelming your senses. Sending you head first into another climax.

Your cunt trying to milk him of every drop he had. Your body pulling his seed even deeper. Like it belonged rooted in your womb. Like your body craved him and finally got what it needed.

You clung to each other. Lips and teeth nipping at any available flesh within your reach. John buried his face in the crook of your neck. Holding you as close as he could. Staying there until he absolutely had to move away.

Slowly starting to untangle your limbs from each other. Falling into another passionate kiss with John's spent cock still seated inside you. Only pulling out of you to go get a towel from the bathroom. Wetting it under the faucet before returning to join you in his bed.

Running the cloth over your forehead and down the sides of your neck to cool you down before dragging it down your body. Tracing it down the center of your chest before carefully dipping between your legs. Cleaning the mess the two of you created. Wiping you down before tossing it to the side and pulling the blanket up around the both of you.

You were dazed and throughly fucked out. Quickly drifting into a deep sleep, but not before pulling his arm around you and snuggling in tight to him. A soft smile on your face as you felt John tuck his scruffy jaw into your neck. Placing gentle kisses along your pulse point until he heard your breathing settle into a steady rhythm. Only then did he let himself fall asleep beside you.

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The morning sunlight was what woke you both. The warmth danced over your skin as you snuggled into each other closer. The debauched sights and sounds of the night before playing in both of your minds.

Your fingernails scraped lightly through the dusting of blonde hair on John's chest. The delicious ache between your thighs making itself known as you arched your spine to stretch. The tickle of his beard stubble against your forehead, making you tilt your head upward and start placing kisses under his jaw.

A content purr came from his chest as his strong arms pulled you up just far enough that he could kiss your lips. The passion started to grow between you again before you both pulled back and flopped back down. Hoping to get just a few more moments of rest before going for round 2.

Your head lay on his chest. Placing random kisses and bites against his skin. John tucked one arm behind his head and started drawing mindless patterns on your back with the fingers on his other hand.

“Morning”

Your voice was slightly gravely from the sounds he had pulled from you the night before. Your voice alone was enough to get him going again, but the nagging thought in the back of his mind, overriding his growing need to feel your body wrapped tight and wet around him again.

He needed to know what this was. Needed to know if he should tell his heart not to get used to the feeling of waking up with you in his arms. A sour feeling in his stomach at the possibility that this might be just a one-time thing. You made him feel alive like he hadn't felt in years. He didn't want to let you go and lose that feeling.

John nervously cleared his throat. Deciding it was best to face the situation head-on. Not drag out any hope if he couldn't have you as his.

“I'm not really a one night stand kind of guy. I don't… umm… I want this to be more than just sex. I really like you.”

You lifted your head off of his chest to gaze up at him. Nuzzling your nose into his neck before stretching up and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. An almost assuring gesture. Assuring him you were really there in his arms and that you were in no rush to leave.

“I like you too, John. In case I didn't say that awkwardly enough yesterday. I wasn't planning on just fucking you and pretending it never happened if that's what you are worried about. It's just after you mentioned how long it had been for you, and that you weren't really sure how to do the dating thing. It had been a while for me too. So I thought, why hold out on the most nerve-racking part of this when we already know each other well enough to find out if the sex is good? I don't know about you, but I thought it was pretty damn good. That we are pretty damn good together.”

A soft smile on both of your faces as you both mentally replayed the highlights from your night together. Not just the sex, but the easy conversation and the way you fit together like pieces of a puzzle when you both feel asleep.

“So you want to try the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing? America's Sweethearts?”

He kissed the top of your head and waited for a response. He still found himself bracing for rejection. It was instinct at this point. Even if he knew what you were going to say by the way your body shifted somehow closer to his.

“Yeah Walker. I want to try the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. We aren't telling Val unless we want to.”

You crawled on top of him and let him wrap his arms around you. Bringing your lips to his again. This kiss was a little softer but no less passionate than last night. Letting yourselves start to melt into each other and continue what had begun the night before. Only to be startled by a tapping and then clicking noise coming from the large bedroom window.

Both of you were in shock as you turned and saw a photographer standing on the scaffolding occasionally used by window washers at the tower. Your jaw nearly smacked John in the face as the paparazzi began snapping pictures even faster now that he had the attention of both of you.

With no way to safely escape the compromising position without exposing more of yourselves, literally, you quickly pulled the comforter up over both of your heads. Disappearing into a white fluffy blob, before sticking one arm out and frantically trying to locate a phone. Frankly you didn't care whether it was yours or John's. You just needed reinforcements.

“Val is so dead!”

You exclaimed through gritted teeth as you called Ava. A moment later you heard a commotion outside the window and peeked out just in time to see her snatch the camera away from the man and toss it over the railing of the scaffolding before phasing through the window and walking past both you and John. Your two sets of eyes peered over the blanket at her. A smirk on her face as she subtly surveyed the scene and then showed herself out.

“Bucky and Yelena are making sure that the camera doesn't hit anyone on the ground and that it is completely unfixable. Next time, just remember to close the curtains. Nice to see you two idiots together, though.”

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IMAGINATION ☆ spencer reid

✦　　　.　　I NEED TO TELL YOU HOW I FEEL WHEN I SEE US TOGETHER FOREVER.

𝜗𝜚 spencer reid x bestfriend!bau!reader

Reader has been in love with Spencer since the day they started working together, but has been to scared to tell him when everyone around them can clearly tell she likes him, Spencer can’t until he does.

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yourname books, glasses and mismatched socks

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drspencerreid mismatched socks were once considered lucky by sailors, who believed they’d ensure a safe journey at sea!

- ⤿ yourname wait, that’s so wholesome

- ⤿ drspencerreid they believed the odd pairing could confuse evil spirits and keep them safe at sea, isn’t that crazy haha

- ⤿ yourname i love that, tell me more later pls

emilyprentiss i don’t have a fun fact, but could use some new book recommendations :)

- ⤿ yourname oh yes, found some good ones so i will be sending you a new list

derekmorgan shoes on the table?? spencer reid how dare you

- ⤿ yourname was just me asking for a picture, let him be

ssahotchner the day we see you without a book in your hands will be the day spencer wears the same pair of socks

- ⤿ yourname well in this line of work i do need my sappy romances to get me through the day

- ⤿ ssahotchner that’s all getting you through the day?

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drspencerreid spent the weekend writing, buying books and playing chess. I put this down as a great weekend 🙂

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yourname had so much fun this weekend spence!!

- ⤿ derekmorgan did you behave? ;)

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- ⤿ yourname can you two shush

penelopegarcia is this a soft launch?

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jenniferj you skipped the film festival?

- ⤿ drspencerreid oh just didn’t feel like going anymore :)

- ⤿ yourname wait what film festival? you didn’t mention any spence?

- ⤿ jenniferj oh i should’ve been quiet🫢

davidsrossi looks like a good weekend, kid. hope you kids kept it safe

- ⤿ yourname ROSSI!

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davidsrossi looking cozy ;)

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derekmorgan last picture is yelling “just woke up after a sleepover” but that’s just me

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- ⤿ yourname i don’t like you guys

drspencerreid had fun playing chess with oscar 🐈

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maternal instinct

includes: dad geto x mom reader ft. little nanako and mimiko

type: drabble, domestic fluff

summary: geto loves the way you care for the girls, and he can't thank you enough. (sfw- slightly suggestive) (follows canon)

a/n: those are his babies i love this trope and dynamic (im a sucker for it) and one more thing this is so personal im crashing out rn but fuck sukuna like it's the number 1 reason i REFUSE to write for him because like how could u do that to them

p.s if anyone wants more of these drabbles i will write them all it takes is one person asking lol

"you take good care of them," geto hums, placing a kiss on your shoulder, watching how the two little girls have gently been put to sleep. you turn to look at him, a faint smile on your lips.

"they deserve to be taken care of, to have someone love them." his eyes are soft for a moment. you don't see the vicious cult leader, or the jujutsu defector you ran away with. you see a thoughtful man, with ideology and purpose. "you did the right thing, taking them from that village."

he doesn't say anything. he doesn't have to. you both know what he's thinking. he's remembering that fateful day, picturing their battered faces, horrified in the cage. it was all it took for you to realize the world wasn't what it was, the suffering inflicted by humans needed to be put to an end.

"i like seeing you like this," he whispers, "maternal, caring-- it brings out the best in you."

you laugh, "i could say the same about you. you looked so cute letting them give you a makeover the other day."

"hmm yeah," he smiles alongside you. "it's almost their birthday, we should get them a nice cake. their first birthday with us."

"yeah," your voice trails off, peeking into the room. when you pictured having a family with suguru, it didn't necessarily look like this, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.

he spins you around, looking at you face-to-face, placing his lips onto yours. it's a gentle kiss, but strong enough to make your blood rush.

"now let me take care of you," he whispers into your ear, hands finding your waist.

"oh really? what am i in for today?" you try not to laugh too loud, you just put the girls down after all.

geto gives you another kiss, "whatever you'd like, my love, i'm at your service."

he pulls you in closer, so that your head rests on his chest and you can hear his heart beat.

"well now that you mention it, a good massage is just what i need."

his eyebrows wiggle, "oh i can give you a good massage."

giggling, you nudge him away. "so perverted!" you tease him, letting him kiss you one more time.

"seriously, though," you draw back to your previous idea, "maybe a nice glass of wine? maybe a foot rub?"

"sure," he pecks your nose, but before you have the chance to split off, there's a tiny hand tugging at your pants.

little nanako and mimiko stood there, rubbing their tired eyes.

“we can’t sleep,” they tell you, causing you to kneel to their height. you softly pet their heads as they rush in for a hug.

“oh no, well we have to do something to fix that.” you muse, “how about another bedtime story?”

their faces perk up, nodding eagerly. their reactions cause you to chuckle, “okay well, go pick out a book and me and suguru will come and read to you.”

the little girls bounce back to their shared bedroom while you rose again to your full height. in doing so, you embraced geto into a half hug, where he placed his lips against the crown of your head.

“i guess it’s a rain check on the massage then, huh?” he says against your skin.

you nod, “i guess so. it’s alright though, story time is more fun.”

“i love you,” he says breathlessly.

“i know,” you hum, “and i love you.”

together, you walk into the girls room, greeting them with smiles as they present their story of choice.

a/n: i had to make a little edit because my original ending didn’t save for some reason 😿

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Miss You✨

Summary: Lucifer can’t help but tease you with his sexy new outfit while you’re away; you decide he needs to be taught a lesson…

Yeah, that Valentine’s Day outfit got me barking like a dog, so I’m dragging you all back kicking and screaming!

Happy Father's Day ig, have fun fucking the devil!

Warnings: 18+, smut, sexting, teasing, masturbation, toys, orgasm denial, use of safe word, oral (f receiving), p in v, Lucifer is a bit of a brat

Ring ring ring

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you walked along the streets of Hell. Pulling it out, you saw Lucifer's adorable rubber duck icon pop up on the screen. You smiled and hit the answer button.

"Hey Luci, what's going on?" you answered cheerfully.

"Oh, you know, just waiting for my darling to return home to me," he sighed dramatically on the other side of the phone.

"Hon, it's only been an hour!" you scolded playfully. "I had to pick out something special for tomorrow, you know."

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day; one of Lucifer's favorite mortal holidays. The chocolates, the flowers, the romantic setting, everything about it excited the little devil! And of course, he always treated you to a special candlelit dinner, complete with dessert and champaign. But you knew Lucifer always looked forward to the end of the night; that time he gets to worship you as the goddess he saw you as.

This year, however, you decided you wanted to spice things up a bit. Which is why you made it a point to visit the Entertainment District which housed the best collection of sex apparel in the pride ring. Lucifer insisted on giving you anything you wanted, but new lingerie wasn't all that you were looking for; some new toys were definitely needed. It took a while to convince him since you knew he didn't like being left alone for too long, but you promised him that you would be as quick as you could. Nevertheless, that didn't seem to stop him from calling you up after only a short amount of time.

"I knoooowwwww," Lucifer groaned on the other end. "But I miss you! Is there any way I can convince you to come home sooner?"

His proposition intrigued you, so you decided to play along. "And how would you do that, I wonder."

You swear you could almost hear him smile. "Well, my dear, since you got to go out and look for a special outfit, I thought I would try my hand at creating one just for me! Gotta say, I'm pretty happy with it! Tight in all the right places!" You heard the static-filled snap of the fabric hit his skin as he spoke.

"Wait," you paused, moving yourself up against a building. "Are you wearing it right now?" He was doing this on purpose, you knew he was. He knew how to tempt you. And picturing Lucifer in something less than decent did nothing to help keep your composure out in public. You could already feel the heat in your face begin to rise.

Lucifer chuckled lightly. "Would you like a sneak peak, love?" Before you could answer, there was a buzzing on your phone. He already had a picture queued up just to tease you. You opened the message with a gasp, fumbling your phone in your hands. The picture showed of his exposed stomach with the rest of his body covered in a lovely black. It looked as though he shot this photo from the waist up because you could make out his forked tongue that was sticking out through his sharpened teeth, smiling wickedly at the camera.

Quickly, you closed the picture hoping no one else had seen what was on your screen. "You ass, I almost dropped my phone!"

"Hey, you're the one who opened it!" he shot back. "But I can tell you like it, isn't that right?"

He was right, of course he was! How could you not?! But he was getting too cocky for his own good. If he wanted to be a brat today, you had no trouble giving him exactly what he wanted. Even if it meant cutting your outing a little bit short. You were going to surprise him with his favorite chocolate candies, but perhaps you could get them after you taught him a lesson.

"I'll be home in 15 minutes," you responded in a hushed tone, trying your best not to draw the attention of others. "If you aren't handcuffed to that bed by the time I'm back, you're gonna be in for it."

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Lucifer murmured, sending shivers down your spine. What a fucking tease, but God, did you love him.

“You have 14 minutes now,” was all you said before hanging up the phone as you pushed yourself away from the wall and began to walk back towards the Morningstar mansion, paying no attention to the onlookers who noticed your brisk pace as you passed them. There was someone who needed to be put in his place.

By the time you made it back to his place, you still hadn't decided how you were going to approach him. On the one hand, he was being a brat, but he was being a brat on purpose. It's like he wanted to know how many buttons of yours he could push. But on the other hand, you knew he couldn't be left by himself for an extended period of time. Even an hour seemed to be a bit of a struggle. Either way, you weren't upset, far from it. Spending any amount of time with Lucifer brought you joy.

You opened the door to his bedroom and placed your shopping bags on the vanity, not fully aware of your surroundings before you spoke. "I'm back! Okay, Lucifer, let me see this snazzy little outfit you-" You lost your voice when your eyes finally landed on the man shackled to the bedframe. Well, half-shackled. One hand was cuffed while the other laid across his exposed stomach. The innocent yet shit eating grin he gave you felt like a flashbang. Oh, this man was going to pay.

"Hi, honey," he greeted playfully, wiggling his fingers as he waved.

You took a deep breath in, trying to quiet the very loud voice in your head that begged you to pounce on him. "Is there a reason you have a free hand?" you spoke sternly, doing your best to keep up the disappointed facade.

"What do you mean?" he tilted his head, "How could I possibly handcuff both of my wrists by myself!" Both you and him knew damn well he could do so easily, he was an angel for Heaven's sake! He was magic incarnate.

If this is how he wanted to play, then it was game on.

You took a few steps closer, softening the scowl you had plastered on your face just a minute ago. "Hmm, guess you're right," you falsely agreed. You stood at the side of his bed, running your hand down his stomach, stopping just above his crotch. You could tell from a quick glance that he was already worked up in anticipation. "Eager already, are we?"

Lucifer laughed cautiously. It seems as though he hadn't expected the response you'd given. Before he could muster up an answer, you threw your one leg over his body, perfectly straddling him. A soft gasp escaped the angel as you began to shift your hips along his clothed length. His free hand found your hip, helping you steady yourself as your heated core began to rile him up even further. "I-I have to say, sweetie," Lucifer spoke up at last, "you're a lot gentler t-than I thought you might be."

You smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his parted lips, removing his hat in the process. "Oh Luci, I just want to give you everything you deserve." Your lips left his as you began to trail kisses down his pale neck and collar bone, earning soft whimpers from the man beneath you. His hips stated to match your movements as he desperately used his body to beg for more friction, more contact. He was putty in your hands and you've barely begun. "You want more, my sweet boy? I can feel how hard you are."

"Y-Yes," he babbled, "P-Please..."

You hummed contently, shifting your body down further to straddle his legs. You reached for the hem of his pants and pulled them down past his waist lethargically, savoring the sight of exposing each inch of his engorged member. You pulled the fabric to his knees and moved your face inches away from his twitching cock. Lucifer nearly whined since you were taking longer than normal to touch him. You pressed a quick kiss to his leaking tip before crawling back up his body once more. Your smile turned wicked as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his ear. "I would love to give you more, Lucifer," you whispered teasingly, "but where's the fun in that?" Immediately, you removed yourself from the bed and sauntered over to where you had left your shopping bags.

"W-What?" the poor man sobbed.

"Aww, baby," you cooed cruelly, "you didn't think I was going to give in so easily, did you? If you don't want to listen to me, why would you think I would reward such behavior?" You watched as Lucifer gulped at your words that were laced with a certain intensity he was not used to. "And besides, you have a free hand, don't you? I suggest you use it, because I'm not going to touch you anymore until you've been properly punished. Do you understand?"

Lucifer's hand visibly trembled as he reached for his neglected cock, gripping it timidly as he began to rock his hand back and forth. Small cries emanated from the bed, but you weren't going to back down. You turned away from your saddened lover and began to rummage through your things for the brand-new lingerie set you had purchased; the white thin lacy fabric with red accents that left little to the imagination.

"Close your eyes," you commanded, holding back a smile as you watched your lover struggle. "It's indecent to watch a lady change." You could have easily locked yourself in the bathroom to throw on the new outfit, but torturing Lucifer by withholding your gorgeous form from him was much more entertaining.

"Love, p-please," Lucifer began to beg. "You're teasing me too much..."

"You know the safe word, Luci," you responded calmly, refusing to give him an inch. "What color?"

There was a long pause before he spoke again. "Green."

He was perfectly fine. The color system was the perfect way to gauge each other's boundaries, all discussed previously, of course. The man groaned as his hand continued to pump himself furiously, his precum now leaking over his darkened hand. "Ah, ah, not too fast now," you reprimanded. "Can't have you have too much fun without me." Lucifer whined but complied, slowing his movements at your command. "Now, be a good boy and close your eyes." He nodded and did as you asked, watching his eyes scrunched tight. You made quick work of discarding your dress, making sure to keep an eye on the ravenous man on the bed. You slipped into your lingerie with ease, giving yourself a quick glance over in the vanity mirror. Lucifer's colors looked good on you.

You began to go through the other bag and took out some of the new toys you had purchased on your very short outing, a small vibrating bullet and a brand-new vibrating flesh light. You sauntered over to Lucifer, who was behaving and keeping his eyes closed for you. You ran your hand gently down his flushed face before pressing a soft kiss to his needy lips. He forced his head up as much as he could, desperate to deepen this kiss. But you pulled away way to quickly to leave him satisfied. "Greedy," you mocked playfully. "Keep your eyes closed, I'm almost done."

You pulled a small bottle of lube from your nightstand, dabbing a generous portion to your fingers. You heard Lucifer's breath quicken as he no doubt realized what you were about to do. "H-Honey?" he squeaked.

"Relax," you chuckled as you made your way to the foot of the bed, placing your free hand on his pants and pushing them even further down to rest as his ankles. Lucifer's hand continued to keep a steady pace around his shaft even though your ministrations were pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return. "You're being so good for me," you praised. "Lift your legs for me. Don't stop stroking." Lucifer complied, giving you easy access to complete remove the bottom half of his special outfit, leaving the lower half of him completely exposed now.

"S-Sweetie, please..." he groveled, "Please touch me...I-I'm sorry I teased you! I'll do anything! A-Anything you want!" The strain in his voice was nothing short of tantalizing. Part of you wanted to end his torment, to satisfy your own desires as it became increasingly hard to ignore the pulsing between your own legs. But the other, more sadistic side of you was drowning out any sympathy you had for the little devil.

"Spread your legs," your ordered. "We've hardly begun. And I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson."

Slowly but surely, the devil's legs fell apart now fully exposing himself to you. You pressed your fingers against his tight hole before lethargically working them inside. Lucifer's strangled yelps only prodded you further, delighted by the needy sounds that escaped his throat. After a minute or two of preparation provided b your digits, you reached for the small vibrator, switching it on the lowest setting.

Lucifer gasped.

"O-Oh God, no..." the angel lamented, his eyes still closed. The soft sounds of the buzzing toy must have tipped him off. "My love, you're not going to-"

"Oh, but I am," you interrupted. "Now stay still, Luci."

“B-But…”

“Shh, behave now. I think it’s about time you started listening to me.”

You slipped your fingers out of him without warning and quickly replaced them with the bullet, pushing it inside of Lucifer's tight ass to the hilt. The man began to thrash on the bed, his hips jerking every which way from the new stimulation he was receiving. "Calm down, sweetie" you instructed, reveling in the way he was responding to your antics, "you can remove your hand, but keep your eyes closed. I have one more surprise for you." Your words echoed in his mind as more of a threat than a surprise.

Babbling out a less the coherent response, Lucifer's hand immediately gripped the bed sheets as he attempted to keep himself as still as he could. You hummed in approval, sneaking a quick glance at his dripping cock; precum now coating his stomach. He was was on the verge of losing control, you both knew it. But you weren't quite done with him just yet. You walked over to the side of the bed with flesh light in one hand as the other reached for his neglected dick. A breathless scream erupted from your lover as soon as you touched him. You pumped him a few times before lining up his cock with the other new toy. You forced the flesh light down his length slowly until it enveloped him completely.

"G-GAAAAHHH," Lucifer cried out in a state of overwhelming pleasure that teetered on pain. Almost at a torturous pace, you stroked the flesh light up and down as you watched Lucifer writhe on the mattress below you.

“How’s my little pet doing?” you asked, your voice laced with a sadistic tone.

Lucifer shook his head as he desperately tried to regain control of his body. “I-I gaaahhhh f-ffffuuaahhh…t-too much…”

“Aww, poor baby," you teased, "Do you want to cum, Lucifer?”

“Mm-hmm…” he whimpered.

You halted your movements immediately as Lucifer wailed at the loss of friction. “Hmm, let me rephrase…do you think you DESERVE to cum?”

“N-No…” Lucifer swallowed hard as he gasped for air.

Your hand began to move once again, pleased with his answer. “Glad that we’re on the same page, love. Brats shouldn’t get to cum, should they?”

Oh, the way Lucifer squirmed was something to behold. If you could replay this moment in your head for the rest of time, you would do so in a heartbeat. He was losing himself and it was all thanks to you. His demonic horns burst from his forehead as his tail found its way around your thigh. You had a thought of reprimanding him for touching you without your permission but putting him in this state was already more than enough punishment. Plus, you were starting to feel neglected as it was becoming increasingly harder to ignore the pulsing between your legs. His touch was a more than welcomed one.

“Y-You’re lucky I’m even doing this f-for you," you scolded, small stutters slipping through your dominant facade. "Given how you’ve acted today, teasing me while I’m out in public, making me come home early from my day out, not listening to my simple instructions…" You took your free hand and held Lucifer's chin in your fingers. "Now, what do you say?”

“T-Thank you, l-love…," the angel stuttered in response. "Thank you s-so much…you’re too g-good to me…”

“Good boy."

Lucifer nearly went limp from your praise. His babbling was incoherent now. There was a shift, but you couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. When you looked at him, it was as though he wasn't all there.

"Color, Luci?" you asked. No response. At least, none that you could understand. But you did feel his tail tighten even more around you, to the point where you know it would bruise later.

Bad sign...

Your motions slowed as you waited for his answer. "Lucifer, can you give me a color?" Still nothing. Your heart sank when you realized he was in no condition to continue. Your hand completely stopped, removing the flesh light from him and tossing it on the mattress followed quickly by the vibrating bullet. His body continued to tremble as your hands flew to his face, wiping the excessive drool that spilled from his mouth. "Hey, Lucifer, honey, look at me. I need you to open your eyes for me now. Please..."

Finally, a sign of life. His eyes squinted open after having them shut for so long. It was hard to see, but you could tell his eyes were glassy. "H-Honey?..." Lucifer finally managed to speak, his tail at last loosening the grip it had on your thigh.

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief as one of your hands removed the strands of hair from his sweat covered face. "Shh, it's alright. It's okay. You scared me there for a minute. Seemed like you fell too far."

" 'M sorry..." he blubbered.

"Hey hey hey," you scolded softly, "none of that. You did nothing wrong. Are you able to give me a color?"

Lucifer sniffled, a single tear rolling down his cheek which you easily wiped away. "Red..."

"Okay," you breathed, your worry finally starting to dwindle. "We're done." You kissed his forehead before heading to the night stand to retrieve the key the unlocked his restraints. His hand feel to the bed with a thump. You picked it up and ran your fingers over his darkened skin. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to get you some water. Just relax for me. You did very well, Luci. Very well."

As you promised, you returned quickly with his drink along with a towel you doused with some cold water. Lucifer laid on the bed nearly lifelessly, his horns and tail had vanished as well. But at least his breathing was steady. You handed him the cold glass as he gave you a soft smile. But you noticed a twinge of sadness in his expression; you knew he still felt guilty about ending the session early. But what mattered to you was that he was alright, no matter what he would say otherwise. He gulped the water rapidly as you ran the cool towel across his forehead.

"Let's get this off of you, shall we?" You tugged at the black jacket that still remained. Lucifer nodded and let you remove the coat. "You must have been overheating, huh?"

He chuckled lightly. "Just a little. Maybe black wasn't the best color choice."

"You look really good in black, though," you teased, tunning the towel down his exposed chest. He sighed deeply as he watched you through half-lidded eyes.

"Thank you, love," Lucifer spoke softly as he put the empty glass on the night stand. "You're too good to me. I-I'm really sorry about-"

"None of that," you responded hastily, "Lucifer, you don't need to apologize for anything. If you're not having a good time, then neither am I. It's as simple as that. You did nothing wrong."

Lucifer sighed. No matter what you said, it wasn't going to change how he felt, even though you wish it did.

"It wasn't that it didn't feel good," he said, finally sitting up  "it did, it felt amazing! I just...spaced out, I guess. I mean, really spaced out. That's what scared me..." He pushed his knees to his just, resting his head on his arms. "But I know you're disappointed..."

You scooted over beside him and gave a tender kiss to the side of his temple. "I'm never disappointed when it comes to you, Luci. Never. I-MMPH!"

Your words were cut short by Lucifer's lips on yours. He dragged his tongue languidly across your bottom lip, begging for permission. And you happily granted him access. The way he explored your mouth distracted you enough to where you didn't even notice his hands grabbing a hold of your hips. You were hoisted into his lap before you could protest, earning a surprised squeak from you. Lucifer pulled away and leaned his forehead into yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

"You look beautiful, by the way," he praised, his fingers tracing the lacy hem of your panties, "especially in my colors. And to think you deprived me of this, now that was the real punishment." It was only then that he noticed the small slit in your garment that gave him free access to your needy core. "And what's this?" His digits traveled south, but his hand stopped just before making contact. "May I?"

You let out a small sigh. "Are you sure?"

Lucifer responded by pressing a chaste kiss to your supple lips. "You spent so much time taking care of me today. Let me take care of you now."

You bit down on your lip and relented to his request. There was no hesitation with his fingers after that as they quickly found their way your lower lips, already soaked in anticipation. You sucked in a deep breath when he finally made contact, goosebumps littering your body as he touched you where you needed him most. Your head fell on his shoulder within a matter of seconds. He knew everything about you and your body; it was child's play getting you to such a desperate state.

"So wet already and I'm only now touching you." You could hear the smugness in his words as he spoke. Truly the sin of pride. "Does torturing me turn you on this much, my darling?"

"Y-you know, f-fuck..." you tried to speak through your gasps, "you know I w-wasn't trying to t-torture you."

"I know you weren't" he cooed, his thumb now running gentle circles against your clit. Your breathing became rigid and your heart felt like it was going to burst from your ribcage. Your little whines only egged him on further, feeling him push two fingers into your aching hole. The air caught in your throat as he began thrusting the in and out of you a slow pace. "You feel so good, so warm. God, I could spend the rest of the day like this."

And you'd let him. He knew this. But straddling his lap and feeling his hard cock pressed against you did not make it easy. But you'd never push him for more, not after the state he was just in moments before. Not unless he-

"I want you," he pleaded. "Please, love..."

"Lucifer..." You knew what he was doing. He wanted to make up for what happened. Not that you didn't believe he didn't want you, in fact, he probably wanted you more now than ever before. He needed you, starving for you, if  the way his body reacted was any indication.

"Green," he murmured in your ear. You lifted your head and looked into his soft yellow eyes. "Green," he repeated. "Please..."

The last of your resolve faded away, now shifting your body to where your soaked folds teased the head of his cock. You both moaned in unison as you sunk yourself down his shaft, taking him to the hilt. Fuck, did he feel good, your neediness at last being satiated. The joy on Lucifer's face was unmistakable, elated to finally feel you after so long.

"You're still alright?" you asked still trying to remember how to breathe properly. The way he felt was dizzying, no matter how many times you've felt his cock buried deep inside you. It was a constant battle to stay conscious.

"More than alright," he laughed lightly, "now that it's just you and me. No toys, no games, just...you. All I ever need is you. N-Not that I don't enjoy the toys o-or the games! I like them! I-I just mean-"

"Lucifer!" you interrupted.

He cheeks flushed a soft tint of yellow. "I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

"Just a bit." You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a deep kiss. "Now be a good boy and let me fuck you."

Lucifer did a motion with his hand, simulating zipping his lips closed. He chuckled as you started shifting your hips. That non-existent zipper didn't last very long as soft moans and whimpers began to pour out from Lucifer. The man gripped your waist, steading you as you picked up the pace. Riding him was one of your favorite ways to bring him pleasure, because you were in control. Of course, Lucifer could more than easily overpower you at any given point and have his way with you if he wanted. But he didn't. He was letting you use him, and he loved every second of it.

"You're s-so good for me, Luci," you praised, your body slamming itself up and down on his thick cock. "You m-make me feel so good. Tell me what y-you want, baby."

"I-I...fffffuck..." he stammered out. His mouth latched onto your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your tender skin. He tried his best not to bite down too hard, but you loved when he left marks on you. He let go, his breathing becoming more and more staggered. "W-Wanna fill you...fuck, PLEASE...need to cum...s-so close, I-I can't..."

You were close yourself. Having Hell's most powerful being at your mercy and begging to cum filled you with such unholy desire that your body had no power to deny him. "I'm close too, Luci. I just n-need you to do one thing f-for...shhhit...for me."

"Anything! Anything for you!" he cried out. He was losing himself and it wouldn't be long before he reached the point of no return.

You smiled and pressed your lips to his ear. "Fill me, Lucifer."

That was all he needed.

He cried out your name in pure bliss as he finally came, filling you with his hot seed. At this point, your body was not moving on its own. Rather, Lucifer was using it for himself, making sure you finished with him. His actions had you barreling towards your own orgasm, your pussy clenching on his cock that continued to pour more and more cum into your needy hole. You could feel it leaking it out of you after a few more moments, sliding down your inner thighs and pooling onto his lap. The poor thing was denied for so long today, he had more than enough to fulfill your request. At last, the two of you stopped moving altogether, your head's resting on each other's shoulders as you both caught your breath.

"Lucifer?" you whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Lucifer picked his head up, his half-lidded eyes felt as though they were peering directly into your soul. "I love you more."

You scoffed jokingly. "The nerve, sir! I don't think you can just-H-HEY!"

Before you could rebuttal, Lucifer has pulled you from his lap, shifting his body down in the process so that your full cunt was inches away from his ravenous mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?!" you asked, your flustered voice making Lucifer grin mischievously.

"Cleaning you up," he replied before his lips met your clit without warning. The near scream that escaped from you echoed throughout the room. Lucifer was insatiable. You couldn't fight back even if you wanted to, not with the way his clawed hands dug into your hips to keep you in place. Through your teary eyes, you watched as he devoured you as well as the mixed fluids of both of your cum.

You bit down on your lip trying to keep the little composure you had left. "Y-You...GOD-...why do you a-always have to one up me?" His forked tongue slithered across your tasty cunt, making sure not a drop  of you or him was left.

He smiled up at you, peppering kisses along your thighs. "I'm the sin of pride for a reason, dear. Can't have anyone out do me. Not even you." His tongue felt incredible inside you, hitting that little bundle of nerves that he knew drove you crazy.

"But I wanted t-to be full!" you pouted.

"Well then," he chucked, his lips ghosting your clit once more "I guess I'll just have to fill you again. Can't have my pretty girl empty now, can we?"

You spent the rest of the night being worshipped by the King of Hell in every sense of the word; truly it was the best Valentine's Day a girl could ask for.

****

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「 THROUGH SELF PITY AND MALICE, MY LOVE WILL NEVER EVER FALTER. 」

007n7 x GN! Reader x 1x1x1x1

warnings: none!

notes: super OOC since I legit ran out of ideas😿

➷ — General Dynamics

You’re the grounding force in this chaotic triangle. Between 007n7’s self-doubt and 1x1x1x1’s sheer intensity, you manage to bring a strange but much-needed balance.

1x1x1x1’s volatile and powerful nature often contrasts with 007n7’s more logical and resourceful demeanor, but both of them are drawn to your warmth and understanding.

Despite their differences, they have a grudging respect for each other—one that grows as they both realize how much they care about you.

➹ — With 007n7

As a former hacker, 007n7 is resourceful and surprisingly tech-savvy. He’s always tinkering with something or coming up with clever solutions to any problem you face. 

He tries to impress you with his skills, whether it’s bypassing a locked system or showing you some harmless tricks he coded.

While he’s no longer the chaotic figure he used to be, there’s a mischievous streak in him that comes out around you—like playfully teasing you or setting up silly pranks to make you laugh. 

He’s incredibly protective of you, not just physically but emotionally too. He knows the weight of regret and wants to make sure you never feel the way he once did.

➹ — With 1x1x1x1

1x1x1x1 is enigmatic and intense. They don’t express emotions in typical ways but have a deep, almost otherworldly attachment to you.

She show their care through grand gestures—like creating entire realms just to share something unique with you or summoning rot creatures to protect you in times of danger.

Despite his intimidating presence, they have a softer side that only you get to see. Sometimes she'll sit silently with you, the flames around them dimmed, their gaze filled with an unspoken fondness.

1x1x1x1 struggles with comprehending his own emotions, but they’re fiercely loyal to you, always standing between you and any harm.

Watching them interact is an experience. 007n7’s witty sarcasm often meets 1x1x1x1’s blunt, no-nonsense responses, resulting in hilarious exchanges.

While 007n7 is cautious around 1x1x1x1’s power, he secretly admires their strength, even if he’ll never admit it. Likewise, 1x1x1x1 respects 007n7’s intelligence, even if he mocks his flip-flops and dad bod.

You often end up being the peacekeeper, pulling them out of arguments and reminding them of the bigger picture.

007n7’s affection is subtle but heartfelt. He loves little gestures, like fixing your devices without asking or sneaking in compliments during casual conversations.

1x1x1x1’s affection is more overwhelming—flames that don’t burn you, whispered promises of eternity, and a gaze that seems to pierce into your soul.

Despite their differences, both of them make sure you feel cherished. Their combined efforts often leave you feeling like the most important person in the world.

007n7 is haunted by his past as a hacker and often worries about whether he’s truly changed. He confides in you about his insecurities, seeking your reassurance. 

1x1x1x1 struggles with managing their own negativity and malice. Sometimes she pushes you away, fearing they’ll hurt you—but your patience and understanding always bring him back.

007n7 loves your ability to see the good in people, even in someone like him. You remind him that he’s capable of being better.

1x1x1x1 is drawn to your unwavering presence. You ground him, offering a sense of stability in their otherwise chaotic existence.

007n7 once showed off his hacking skills by creating a harmless prank for you, like making your favorite music play randomly in the background. You couldn’t help but laugh at his playful grin.

1x1x1x1 tried to teach you how to summon rot creatures, but when one of them started chasing 007n7 around, you both burst into laughter (well, 1x1x1x1 laughed—a rare and unsettling but oddly endearing sound).

The three of you once explored a surreal landscape created by 1x1x1x1. 007n7 complained about the lack of Wi-Fi, but by the end of the trip, even he had to admit it was breathtaking.

Between 007n7’s wit and resourcefulness and 1x1x1x1’s raw power and intensity, life with them is never dull. They may come from vastly different worlds, but their shared love for you creates a bond that’s as unpredictable as it is unbreakable.

[luv0r]

…Little Devil | L.Hughes

Warnings: hurt Luke, swearing, fluff?, playful banter, rare (if any) use of y/n

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader

Doja Cat played loudly on the speaker as she hummed and clicked away on her computer. “I need more of those..” she’d mumble to herself now and then.

A noise came from down the hallway but she ignored it. A small knock came from the door, causing her to turn around, “hm?” She asked softly.

“I- uh..where’s Amanda?” The man at the door asked. “Amanda left like 2 months ago. I’m y/n!” She exclaimed, the man continued to stare at her, still clearly in shock that Amanda was gone.

“Uh- Luke, Hughes.” He mumbled quietly, looking like a lost puppy. “Alright Luke Hughes, what can I do for ya?” she asked softly, attempting to not scare him away since he already seemed uneasy about her.

“I like screwed up my ankle during practice..could you look at it for me..?” he asked hesitantly, “Yeah! Of course!” she exclaimed as she walked towards a big white cabinet and began to dig through it for the things she needed.

Luke walked over to one of the benches and sat down, he looked at the decorations that she’d hung up, his eyes fixated on the several picture frames on her desk. “You went to Ohio State?” he asked suddenly, “what?” she questioned, confused by the sudden question.

“The photo, on your desk. You're at OSU.” he commented, “Oh, my sister goes there. I only went so she wouldn't be alone. I went to University of Nebraska.” she replied softly.

He hummed in response, “I went to University of Michigan.” he says, “Oh nice!” She smiles as she sits down at the foot of the bench and begins to assess his ankle.

“How long have you been here?” He asks, “About a month or so? So not too long.” “Oh alright.”, she nods in response to him. He keeps looking at the photos on her desk, “you played flag football?” He asks, “Oh yeah, in high school.” She says softly as she grabs the wrap next to her.

“It looks like it’s just a sprain but I’m gonna wrap it to give it some support.” She tells him as she wraps his ankle with hot pink wrap. He nods as he watches intently.

“There you go!” She exclaims as she backs up from the bench. “Thanks.” Luke nods as he stands up, “it’s nice to meet you.” he continues as he walks out of the room.

“Hughes!” A voice yells out as Luke walks down the hallway, he turns and looks, only to find Dawson behind him. “Where ya been buddy?” He asks as he wraps an arm around Luke’s shoulder.

“I was with the new Athletic Trainer” Luke says, “New? What happened to Amanda?” Dawson says as he stops in his tracks. “I guess she left?” Luke shrugs.

“Aw, man.” Dawson grumbles, “What’s the new one like?” Dawson perks up as he asks. “She’s nice, she went to U of Nebraska,” Luke responds with the things he can remember.

“Woah great description hughesy.” Dawson jokes, “she’s gotta be cute if you can’t remember anything.” He jokes again. Luke roles his eyes in response to Dawson’s teasing.

The two walk into the locker room where the rest of the team is, “Where have you been lukey?” Jack asks with a smirk, “He’s been flirting with the new athletic trainer.” Dawson smirks as he waits for Luke’s reaction.

“I was not!” Luke declares, “Buddy couldn’t even remember anything about the girl!” Dawson continues. “No!” Luke protests before he’s interrupted by Jack, “Now we gotta see her, she has to be a beauty if even Lukey boy gets so flustered she can’t think straight!”

Luke hung his head low at the teasing. “Leave him alone.” Nico said softly as he looked at Luke. “Oh calm down Cap, it’s just some teasing!” Dawson joked as he shook Luke’s shoulder.

After about 15 more minutes of teasing, Luke grabbed his things and head towards his car, Jack following closely behind. “We were just joking Lukey.” Jack said as he ruffled his hair, “Yeah..but it isn’t funny.” Luke mumbled.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I won’t do it anymore.” Jack said, throwing his hands up in defense. Luke roles his eyes as he gets in the passenger seat of the car. He opened his phone and decided to scroll on Instagram, the first post to pop up was of a girl. One that looked oddly familiar..

That’s the new girl he thought to himself as he clicked on her profile and began to scroll through her post before hitting the big blue follow button

It only took a few minutes before he got a notification from instagram, “y/n_l/nnn followed you back” it read.

[venusbyline]

HEADCANON: Teenage Dad!Jacaerys Velaryon

⚠️: female!reader, teenage pregnancy, accidental pregnancy, drunk sex mentioned, Jacaerys is 18 and reader is 19, modern AU.

❥ Jacaerys masterlist • HOTD masterlist • ASOIAF headcanons

Imagine accidentally getting pregnant by Jacaerys Velaryon, the most popular freshman boy of the college.

You were not really thinking about having something casual with him before, since you were already in your sophomore year and concentrating hard on your studies. However, one of your friends invited you to a fraternity party, and you wanted to enjoy friday night after a difficult test.

To your surprise, the next morning you woke up naked and lying in a random bed with Jacaerys, who had been a DJ during the party and flirting with you all night. And to make those matters worse, a month later you found out you were pregnant.

Jacaerys was shocked at first, asking you several times if you were sure the test was positive. He did not doubt whether he was the dad or not, he remembered very all about the two of you ignoring the need for a condom, and he also remembered about not being able to cum outside. Also, he did not scold you for forgetting to use some pill... Accidents happen.

Obviously, he felt so fucking worried about that specific accident. Jace was still in his first year of college, enjoying life and parties, happy with his hobby as a DJ... Hell, he did not even want a relationship so soon.

He was not a jerk, though, so not assuming fatherhood was totally out of the question. He might be very popular at college and desired by many girls, but he was a kind and good boy too.

Over time, the two of you grew closer. Jacaerys always accompanied you to doctor's appointments, always seeming delighted to be able to see the development of the twins on the ultrasounds — yeah... Twins. It made him more desperate for a few weeks, but he soon started to feel happy about it.

Well, he did not go to parties as often anymore. Despite receiving a few stupid advices about not "wasting" the good years of college by overcommitting to fatherhood, Jace let those words fall on deaf ears. He made no effort to hide the fact that he was going to be a dad — even if he was too young.

You always spent a lot of time together, whether it was buying clothes for the babies or just talking about random things. Jacaerys also loved introducing you to his family and his mother, Rhaenyra, loved you as if you were her own daughter. Her happiness about being a grandmom was so cute too.

On the night of the gender reveal party, he felt so excited to find out that he was going to be the dad of two girls that he even asked you to be officially his girlfriend. Maybe both of you were too happy and were not thinking straight? Maybe. Yet, both of you did not care.

When Visenya and Aemma were born, Jacaerys was a completely clingy dad and boyfriend. He spent most of his time admiring his little daughters, taking pictures to post on his Instagram Stories, helping you with everything, and almost never sleeping properly when the babies woke up a lot of times during the nights, because he wanted to prevent you from depriving yourself of sleep and getting tired.

Of course all of that kinda compromised his studies and his grades were not so good anymore, but little by little he would learn to deal with it better.

When Visenya and Aemma were a little older, he loved to dress them with matching outfits. He learned how to do their hair, since the girls had dark, curly hair like his.

Oh, Jace was the main definition of "girls dad". And he even let the twins paint his nails and do cute makeup in his pretty face.

[evilwickedme]

Help me, a disabled transmasc with no income, save my traumatized cat

Bug, who survived October 7th, is currently being hospitalized for liver failure and possibly blockage in his bile ducts and/or jaundice. The minimum cost of his hospitalization is 2000 USD, but since they told us that it's unlikely that we'll get him back in under 3 days the cost is closer to 3000 USD, and may go all the way up to 4000. My only income is my disability check, which goes to cover rent and utilities and leaves very little to use to cover such a huge and unexpected expense. Please if you can, donate to my ko-fi to help save my boy:

(if you're Israeli, DM me for details on how else you can send me money)

@not-the-blue is offering some commissions to people who've donated (minimum $10 donation). Contact her for details, she is a fantastic artist and I've commissioned her multiple times. Below the cut are some of my favorite pieces of hers & some of my commissions (including one I forgot to post oops) as well as more details about Bug's life so far

More Bug details:

My boyfriend and I adopted Bug last summer, with the hopes that having a friend would calm my other cat down a little. Originally I was going to call him Spike - my other cat's name is Buffy - but what we got was not the skinny boy he looked like in the pictures, but an overweight, tail-less creature that looked, well, kind of bug-like. Over the past ten months he has been slowly - SLOWLY - losing weight as he has been playing with Buffy and eating a steady healthy amount of food.

He came to us deeply traumatized, having been found locked in a room in the south on October 7th with shrapnel in his tail, necessitating its removal (there's not even a nub!). At first he was quite skittish, although over the past ten months he has warmed up to us steadily, and a few weeks ago he actually sat on me for the first time! Kind of hilariously and also tragically, he's afraid of the dark, and when we go to sleep he spends a good half hour every night crying at the top of his lungs, and guys - you've never heard a cat that sounds more like just straight up a baby, it can be so distressing to hear.

Over the past week he very suddenly started deteriorating fast. He started coughing, throwing up this green foam, stopped crying at night, spent most of the day hidden under the bed, wasn't eating as much and eventually at all. We took him to the vet the moment we could, and they said he needed to be taken to the ER to be hospitalized *now*. So we rushed him there, and were eventually told he's probably going to need several days of hospitalization. The itemized bill made me cry even harder than I was already crying - I can't afford to take care of my boy.

Buffy also got sick earlier this year, although in a much less serious manner, and she has an appointment that will probably result in most of her teeth getting taken out next month, in itself not a cheap process but nowhere near as expensive as this. And because of the war with Iran, my one source of income for this month was literally canceled - no public events when missiles could land at any moment.

We're already at over 25% of the goal reached, which means the world to me. Still, the goal is a minimum - it may very well end up being much, much more expensive. Your help has been so appreciated - I've gotten some very generous donations, but also just the people who've shared it and the kind words people have sent with their donations. Thank you thank you thank you

[mimasroom2]

Don’t stand so close to me

professor!ellie x student!reader

Young teacher, the subject

Of schoolgirl fantasy

She wants him her so badly

Knows what she wants to be

Inside her there's longing

This girl's an open page

Bookmarking, she's so close now

This girl is half his her age

Her friends are so jealous

You know how bad girls get

Sometimes it's not so easy

To be the teacher's pet

Temptation, frustration

So bad it makes him her cry

Wet bus stop, she's waiting

His Her car is warm and dry

Loose talk in the classroom

To hurt they try and try

Strong words in the staffroom

The accusations fly

It's no use, he she sees her

He She starts to shake and cough

Just like the old man in

That book by Nabokov

Long time no see, eh?

This trope has been done to death, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it while listening to the song, so I decided why not. Tried to follow the plot that the song gives us :3, but ofc I had to switch it up and make it my own. I was actually applying to a community college while I was writing this😭 took a big fat gap year & now I’m here!

C/w: Professor x student relationship (duh). R is specifically a lesbian (& described as fem). Mention of the book lolita. No use of y/n. Story after the smut!! Slight caregiving kink. Fingering, thigh riding 😛. Ellie says good girl a lot LMAO.

W/c: 7k. Damn I really had to come back with a BANG.

𓆟. ° .• .𓆝 .• ° . 𓆟 . ° .• .𓆞

“Alright, class.. need y’all to focus today.”

You swiftly take out your headphones as your professor walks in the room.

One of North America’s leading astrophysicists. She’s got it all: the brains, the dream career, actual money, and damn good looks.

You chuck your headphones into your bag below your feet, cracking your knuckles as she casually walks in. You need to pay as close attention as possible, unlike your other classes. Not because there was a big test or anything, but because the women herself was here.

Ellie Williams.

You had been super stoked to take her class, all giddy as you realized it actually was a requirement for your major. It’s not like you necessarily went to this college because she taught here, but it was definitely one of the perks. I mean, at this point you were a certified fan girl. You’ve read all of her books. Well.. at least skimmed them. It wasn’t really your fault you kept glancing at her picture in the ‘about the author’ section.

“Now there’s no reason for you guys to be as antsy as you are. It’s only the third week of school.” Ellie doesn’t even glance up at her class; if she wasn’t projecting her voice you’d think she was just talking to herself.

You look around the room at your semi-familiar classmates, and realized you’re really the only one dressed up. All these other people are ready to do some physics in sweats and pulled back hair, but not you. You realize that just maybe your subconscious knew to look good for Ellie today.

The class goes by somewhat slowly. You find yourself with your head in your hand, legs crossed, lipgloss on, staring at her. God, if you didn’t look like the biggest teacher’s pet right now.

Someone asks a question, to which you scoff to yourself. Seriously? This isn’t high school, dude. Don’t waste the teacher’s time with questions we’ve already gone over. You roll your eyes, then watch as Ellie slides her hand over her mouth and sighs slightly. Looks like she had the same thought as you.

“What was your name?” Ellie leans against her podium, sliding her hands into her front pockets, crossing her legs.

The guy who asked the question looks a little startled, “Uh, Owen.”

“Now, like I said, Owen. It’s only the third week of school, and I am here to support you.” She taps her foot in a really nice suede looking shoe. Must’ve been expensive. “However, your question would have definitely been answered have you read the assigned reading we previously discussed.” She slowly nods at him, “Think you can do that for me?” She doesn’t say it like a question.

The Owen guy just nods, muttering a quick ‘yes ma’am’ below his breath.

You continue staring at her. You think it’s pretty cool how she can be so chill one moment, and suddenly professional another.

And remain confident through it all.

~

Eventually, the class concludes. You close your notebook, which coincidentally has no notes from today. As you start to gather your things into your bag, you notice a small line leading up to Ellie’s podium. You smile to yourself. Perfect.

This happens every now and again after a particularly hard lesson from Ellie. You’ve joined them a few times in the past few weeks, occasionally asking minute questions, nothing too extraordinary or exciting. It’s not like you were doing this just to talk to her this time, I mean, you actually did have a question you deemed good enough. You reapply your lipgloss as you wait for the other students to finish up. You’re the last person in line.

When it’s your turn, you flash a smile at Ellie. She looks tired and honestly, a little over some of these students. But she recognizes you, at least a little, from your previous inquiries.

She gives you a nod, like how you see guys do to each other, “Hey. What’s up?” She leans forward on her podium, folding her hands together. Must be a habit of hers.

“Hi. Again. Uh, so I had a question about these next chapters. The ones about exoplanets.” You try looking her in the eyes, but you can already feel yourself getting nervous, so you opt for her eyebrows instead. You notice she has a slit in her right one, where a scar is. You explain your question without looking away from her.

She definitely notices you staring, slightly pressing her lips together, “Okay. Think we’re gonna need my computer for this. Probably gonna need that online calculator.”

“Oh, sure!” You glance behind you guys, to the back of the room. “To your office, then?”

She nods at you. “Right. Come with me. And bring that textbook, would ya?” She motions to the thick chunk of pages in front of you. You’re so glad she posts the chapters online. You really don’t want to be lugging that thing around.

You follow behind her into the office, closing the door behind you when she asks. You’ve never actually been in here before. It’s cute. She has some Jurassic Park posters, some trinkets that say ‘best professor ever’ on them, and of course loads of space models. She even has that one Milky Way LEGO set hung up next to her PhD. Aww. You feel a small smile forming at the corners of your mouth.

Ellie sits down at her desk and starts pulling up a few different tabs on her computer.

“Uh, nice decorations.” You try, gesturing around the room. You’re only making small talk with your teacher. Perfectly normal.

She doesn’t look away from her computer, instead smiling slightly and thanking you, “Pretty cool, right? You ever seen Jurassic Park?”

You blush slightly and shake your head, looking at the ground, “Hah, can’t say I have.”

Hearing this Ellie actually perks up and looks at you. “Damn. You really should. Maybe then we’ll have more to talk about next time.”

You smile and agree, brushing your hair to the side. It’s actually pretty great how cool your professor can be, even if she’s two times older than you. You wince at that thought - she can’t be that old. How old is she again? Gonna have to google that later…

Your stream of thought is interrupted by Ellie turning the screen toward you. She points to some crazy looking chart, “So if we use Kepler’s third law for the numbers here, we can calculate the distance and orbital period for stars close to the mass of our sun.”

You stare at her screen, recognizing the chart once she explains it verbally, “Right,” you start, “and then don’t we have to change the formula for exoplanets?”

She nods, looking at you, “Yup. So the formula for that is here.”She points to a little box below the first chart. R = ∛(T2 · Ms). Jesus.

“So then the next chart below that formula is gonna be using that on different exoplanets.” She swivels around in her chair to fully face you. Her thighs look real nice in her pants. What you would give to be sitting in her lap right now.

She derails your train of thought once again, “That make sense to you?”

You accidentally stare at her for a moment too long, “Yeah! Yeah, thanks. Uhm- do you actually mind sending that pdf to me?”

She turns back to her desk, “Sure thing.” You confirm your email with her, feeling all warm inside that she remembers you on a first name basis.

“So, is that in the textbook? Like the charts and stuff?” You ask, not wanting to cut your interaction short just yet.

She clicks around on her computer some more, “No, but there’s something similar a few chapters ahead of where we are. Want me to show you?”You nod, trying not to seem too eager.

She reaches over to the textbook you brought in for her, all while holding her gaze on the computer, reading some email. She can’t quite reach it, so you shove it a little closer to her, and your fingers accidentally touch. Jesus, isn’t this what happens in those cheesy rom-com movies?

She swiftly looks up at you, clears her throat and starts looking at the index of the book.

You just stand there, silently rocking back and forth on your feet, with your hands behind your back.

She’s still figuring out where to look in that damn book, and it seems your fidgeting has gotten her a little bit distracted. “All dolled up, I see. You going somewhere after this?” She raises an eyebrow while looking you up and down.

“Oh! Uh- no. Hah- no, ma’am.” You stutter out.

She just looks at you for just a moment too long. You’re thankful you’re wearing foundation and carefully placed blush, because otherwise your entire face would’ve turned red.

Maybe you should elaborate? “It just helps me feel more active. Like I actually wanna be productive. Look good, feel good.. or whatever people say.” You shuffle your feet as Ellie flips through the textbook. Even though she’s not looking at you, you can tell she’s actually paying attention to what you have to say.

It’s definitely different than what you’re used to: Old balding men who either don’t give a shit about you, or shamelessly stare at you. It’s really a good change of pace.

She finally finds the page and points to some illustrations, “This is basically the same concept. It’s just illustrating what Kepler’s third law is gonna look like out in the real world. Or, I guess, in space.” She smiles at you, and you chuckle a little.

You pull out your phone to snap a quick picture, and Ellie doesn’t move her hand away from the page. It’s not blocking anything, but it’s still there. In frame. In fact, it’s her left hand, and you notice she’s not wearing a ring on her finger. Huh.

You shake your head, quickly taking the photo and thanking her.

You slip out of her office, making sure to close the door behind you. Holy shit. That was real. That was really real. You smile to yourself, all giddy as you leave the building and walk around campus.

~

At the end of the day, you’re back in your dorm room - your two friends scattered around listening to your story from today.

“…and then, she knew my email without even asking for it! Meaning she knows my name! Isn’t that so cool?!” You’re absolutely cheesing, explaining everything with a wide smile and expressive hands.

“Yeah, that’s amazing.” One of your friends rolls her eyes sarcastically, “So when’s the part where you guys fuck?”

“Oh my god! We didn’t do that, okay?” You throw your hands up in defense mode.

She raises her eyebrows, “But you want to.”

“I never said that.”

“It’s written all over your face.” Your other friend across the room chimes in.

“I mean- yeah! I guess so.” You give up. They both know what you want. Hell, they’ve heard numerous stories about different girls trying to get with Ellie ever since she became a professor. Everyone has.

“Oooh bad girl!”

“I also got this pic of her hands. Well, her hands were in the frame. Anyway- please tell me I’m not crazy for thinking it’s kinda hot.” You cover your face and turn the phone towards your two friends, to which they squeal and giggle.

“Dude, I’m so jealous.” She sighs, “I wish I could take her class.”

Your other friend grabs the phone out of your hand, “WOWW!! She looks like she was sculpted by the Greek gods; and that’s just her hand.”

You dramatically put your head in your hands, “I know right! Do you think she’d even like.. want me?” You ask, a bit nervous because this could really go wrong for both you and Ellie if you screw it up.

“Come on, if you really want her you gotta own it! Go wear a mini skirt and flirt with her until she takes you out.” Your friend puts her hand on your shoulders, “Seriously, dude. I bet she wants you so badly she’s crying right now.”

You roll your eyes at this, thinking for a moment. Fuck it. You know you want her, may as well try, right? Suddenly, a wicked smile spreads across your face. “Alright. Let’s do it. Slutty outfits here I come.”

~

You adjusted your clothes as you walked across campus. You and your friends went shopping the next day, going to a bunch of different stores, trying to pick out at least a few outfits for you. Surprise surprise, you guys mainly found yourselves spending the most time at Victoria’s Secret - looking around at all the different lingerie items you could technically pass as actual clothes.

You always knew that boys looked at you, it’s not like they weren’t obvious about it, but you never cared for them. You’ve had a few girlfriends in the past, but none would really stick. ‘God, this is a stupid idea.’ you thought to yourself as you tried pulling down your skirt even just a little bit.

Suddenly, you got a text from your friend: ‘okay. she’s in the cafe now. window seat on the left.’

Great. You went through the checklist in your head. Got the bag with books in it, wallet for some coffee, and an absurd outfit to top it all off. You take a deep breath and walk through the doors into the campus cafe, the ceilings high. Thankfully you spotted a familiar barista; at least that part won’t be awkward.

You go up and order your usual, chatting to the worker about her day. She cracks a small joke and you laugh, honestly too loud, but that was all to get Ellie’s attention… if she hadn’t seen you already. The barista seems to be a girl’s girl, because she leans over the counter and says, “Whoever you’re meeting here must be really lucky. You look damn good.”

You gush and thank her, turning around to find a place to sit. Or at least, pretend to find a place to sit. You slowly walk around, sort of people watching - trying to make Ellie notice you. Thankfully it works, you see her take off her reading glasses and stare at you out of the corner of your eye. You sigh and turn the other way, then act surprised when you see Ellie sitting there, “Ohmygod, Miss Williams? What are you doing here?” You smile and prance over to her.

She honestly does look surprised to see you. That, or maybe it’s the cleavage. “I’m just- reading.” She coughs a little, and takes a sip of her drink. Looks like black coffee.

“Oh cool! Like for class or..?” You slightly tilt your head to the side, like a puppy.

“Nah, just for fun.” You can tell she relaxes a bit, probably after looking around and realizing no one is paying attention to either you or her. “Hey, why don’t you sit? You’re not busy right now, are you?” She gestures towards the chair across from her.

You thank her politely and sit down, smoothing out your skirt. You pull out your phone and quickly text your friend: ‘the eagle has landed😈🦅’.

You look back up, and Ellie’s just looking at you. Not in a direct or scary way, more inquisitive. You decide to get some conversation going, “What are ya reading?”

She closes the book and turns the front cover towards you, “Lolita.”

You smirk a little, recognizing the name and the cover, but never having read it yourself, “Isn’t that the one book by Nabokov?”

She clears her throat, “Yes. I’m assuming by your reaction that you’ve never read it?”

You shrug, “No. I mean, it’s pretty infamous for a reason, though, so I know the basic plot of it.”

She just hums, resting her chin in her palm and squinting at you. You feel a rise of heat make its way through your body.

You click your tongue, “Things like that shouldn’t be glorified.”

She shakes her head, “No, they shouldn’t.”

A beat, then, she takes out a cloth from her bag and starts to clean her glasses. You kick your feet in your chair, which causes the table to rock ever so slightly.

“Nice outfit, by the way.”

~

Eventually, an hour goes by, and you get a notification saying your class is in 20 minutes. Ellie is in the middle of explaining that she actually plays guitar, “…So then in the verses it’ll basically just be E flat and G minor until-“ she sees you staring at your phone. “You okay?”

You swiftly look up, flashing a nice smile, “Yeah! Yeah, sorry. Just forgot I had class this soon today.” You stand up, gathering your things into your purse. “It’s kind of across campus, and I walked here, so I better get going.”

She adjusts her glasses, “Oh.”

“Shit, I mean- Crap, I’m sorry.” You shake your head, maybe you shouldn’t swear at your teacher. “Uh, thank you for letting me sit with you, though!”

Ellie stands up too, placing her book and other things into her briefcase. “Of course. I did enjoy spending some time with you.” She smiles briefly, out of politeness.

You wave and turn around. You’re only about 20 feet in front of her, about to exit the cafe, when she clears her throat, “Would you- would you like a lift?”

You turn around to face her. She looks so unsure of herself, a direct contrast to how assertive she is in the lecture room. She’s rubbing the back of her neck with her hand, the one that hosts the end of the ferns on her tattooed forearm.

She licks her lips, “Just, if it’s across campus I don’t want you to be late. We can take my car; if that’s okay with you.” She gestures to the parking lot outside.

You pause, unconsciously biting the inside of your cheek. What if someone sees you getting out of Ellie Williams’ car? But then, you’re not doing anything wrong, are you? It’s just a quick car ride.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” You smile at Ellie and she lets out a breath, following you out into the parking lot.

When you see it, you actually audibly gasp. It’s an old Chevrolet, black and sleek and elegant. She unlocks the back door, throwing her briefcase somewhere in the back seat. There’s something more important to replace it in shotgun: you. You walk around to the passengers side, but before you can open the door, you see a familiar hand doing it for you. Your eyebrows raise, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Just call me Ellie, kay?”

Ellie gets in and starts backing up, putting her arm around the back of your seat. You swallow. God. The two of you start driving, not really having much conversation. It starts to rain, just a little bit, sprinkling.

“Uh oh.” You remark.

“Mm.” Ellie makes a wide turn, looking away from you. You sneakily check her out. You don’t know why, but it’s really her legs that get you, she definitely has all her slacks tailored. And her neck? Why are the most random parts of her so attractive.

She turns back around and sees you staring, but you try to play it off by smiling. She pulls out her phone, hooking it up to the aux, “What kinda music do ya like?”

You think, “Mmm, I guess mainly rock and pop. I’m pretty basic. Oh! I do love The Police!”

She smirks. “Good choice.”

She puts on a playlist of them. A couple songs in, you realize it’s actually a playlist she’s made, not just ‘The Police essentials’. She snakes her hand closer to you; dangerously close to your thigh. And a couple more songs later, you’re pulling up at the building where your class is.

You start to get out, thanking her and finally getting a moment to breathe some fresh air after all that tension. She starts to light up a cigarette.

She takes a long drag, but holds eye contact with you. “You doing anything after this?”

Your eyes flicker to the ground, but you look back up. You’re trying to fight that habit. “I have a class later.”

“Until what time?”

“Nine.”

“And you’re seriously going to walk home in that rain?

“It’s only sprinkling, Ellie.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “Obviously I’m no meteorologist, but those dark clouds over there tell me things are gonna get a lot worse.”

You huff. “I’ll take the bus.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

You open your mouth to complain, retort, say anything to drag this out. To make her think you don’t want this, or you don’t know what you’re doing. But you just have to give in to her.

“Fine. I- thanks. You really don’t have to do that.”

“I’ll pick you up here?”

“Everybody gets out at the same time. Meet me at bus stop D.”

She nods and drives away.

~

After four long hours and your two classes over, you head out into the rain to catch the next bus. Damnit, looks like she was actually right. The rain had now begun to really pour. You quickly got on the bus and popped out your headphones. Walking On The Moon starts playing.

You’re the only one who gets off at stop D. You mumble and curse to yourself, you didn’t have Ellie’s number. How were you supposed to tell her you’re here? You did tell her class ended at 9, but what if something went wrong? I guess you had her email. Would she even check it? Was that weird? Weirder than just going back to your dorm and catching up with her later? God, it was really raining. So much for this stupid sexy outfit. You hugged yourself as best as you could to keep yourself warm.

You decided you’d wait 15 minutes, and if she wasn’t here, you’d just walk to your dorm. Thankfully, the wait wasn’t long, and she pulled up in that same sexy black car as before just a few minutes later.

You quickly get in. Her car is warm and dry. “Guess you were right!”

“What?” Ellie adjusts her glasses.

“Guess you were right,” you gesture towards the sky, “about the rain.”

She laughs, slightly raspy, agreeing with you. She puts the car in drive and starts driving in the opposite direction of the dorms.

Your head whips around, “Where are we going?”

She keeps watching the road, doesn’t even glance at you, “Thought we could use some privacy.”

She drives slowly, checking in on you every so often. She has The Police on, volume low, almost like she wants you to say something. You don’t. She switches gears a couple of times. Still without making eye contact, she places her hand on your thigh. You try not to freak out, act like it’s all normal. Act like this is any other girl. But of course, it’s not. God, if this isn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you, and you’re not even a virgin. You can feel the butterflies inside your stomach rising and then dissipating.

She pulls off onto the edge of a little field. You guys definitely won’t be seen here. It’s dark in the car, but in a calming way. She yanks up on the emergency brake and turns the car off.

Ellie doesn’t say anything for a moment, seemingly thinking to herself. She’s got both hands folded over. She looks over at you with her brows slightly furrowed, “Why is it that I can teach 400 students a day and yet you’re the only one on my mind?”

You’re shocked with how direct she is. It seems so sudden to you. You open your mouth, trying to speak, but you can’t think of anything better than “I don’t know.”

She places her hand on your thigh again, a little bit closer to the inside than the outside. She slowly rubs her thumb back and forth, like it’s habit, “You’re half my age.”

You let out a small scoff, “No I’m not. Uh.. how old are you?” God, it really sounds worse when she says it out loud.

“28.”

“Yeah, I’m not half your age.” You roll your eyes slightly.

“It’s close enough.”

You huff, “Doesn’t matter to me. How are you that young and a whole ass professor anyway? Aren’t your colleagues like 40?”

She licks her lips. “‘Cause ‘m smart.”

You smirk, “Then you better get that smart mouth over here.”

You see her eyes squint, before she reaches out to grab your waist and kiss you. You gasp a little, then melt into the kiss. All of you is melting, this is definitely better than you thought it could be.

She pulls away, exhaling, “You’re lucky I like you.”

And now your lips are back on each other. The first kiss wasn’t all chaste, but it was far from that now. She doesn’t just lick your lips, she intrudes. She’s trying to feel every inch of you, as if you could disappear at any second. It’s not like you’ve never done this before, but now with Ellie, you felt almost completely inexperienced.

Maybe she feels you tense up, just a little bit, because she slows down with her lips and her grip on you with her hands is slightly more relaxed. You sigh and deepen the kiss.

How weird it is that just a year ago you’d be buying all of her books at Barnes and Noble. Esteemed astrophysicist and author. You’d go home and read a little here and there, always finding yourself flipping to the back of the book where her picture was. Too bad it was in black and white. Of course, the internet did have photos of her, but there was just something different about having the physical version in your hands. And now, you were here. In her car. With her tongue in the back of your throat. Nice. Honestly, living the dream.

She groans and shifts in her seat, trying to top you as much as she can in this position. You’re full on making out now. It’s messy and dangerously slow and yet somehow coveys the need that you guys have for each other, especially when she slips a hand under your shirt.

She pulls away, pure passion and longing in her eyes. You laugh and pull your shirt off and over your head, not even thinking about how Ellie is still fully dressed right now.

This goes on for a couple more minutes. You can feel yourself getting antsy, “Ellie…”

Both of her hands are on your bare waist, and you realize how warm she feels compared to the cooling car now that it’s turned off. She shakes her head, staring at you, “This shouldn’t be happening.”

“But it is.” You raise your eyebrows slightly.

She squints at you, but doesn’t remove her grip on your waist, “Do you want to stop?”

“No.. do you?”

“Fuck no.” And she pushes you against the car door, lips connecting, trying but failing to crawl on top of you.

She curses under her breath, then instructs you to pull your seat back, “Move the passenger seat back f’me, Hon.”

You do as she tells you, chuckling softly, “Hey, this is just like that Chappell Roan song.”

She just looks at you, confused, “The what?”

You stare at her. How has she never heard of Chappell? “Never mind.” You shake your head.

She quickly goes back to shamelessly making out with you. You swear at one point you hear something that’s more of a moan come out of her mouth and right into yours. She pulls away, peppering little kisses near your lips, “Fuck, I need ya so bad right now.”

You just nod, and start silently taking off your skirt. She helps you, tugging it down your legs, sucking air through her teeth when she sees you in just your underwear.

“I’m guessing you specifically wore this just to drive me insane?” She raises an eyebrow at you, dangling your skirt in front of you with one hand.

You nod, out of breath, “Yeah, and thank god it worked.” You smile teasingly at her.

She kisses you again, spreading open mouthed kisses all over your neck and collarbones. Your hands instinctively reach up for her support, clamoring to her hair and the back of her neck. She just huffs and starts sucking at your neck in return. You can’t help but moan, your head getting thrown back to let her have more of you. Even just this feels incredible, and you didn’t even realize you were grinding up into her until she comments on it, “It’s okay sweet girl, I gotcha.”

You whimper as she tugs on your underwear, looking at you as her way of asking to take them off. You swallow, nodding. Was it just chilly in here, or were you actually shaking from anticipation? Ugh, how embarrassing.

With your last piece of clothing finally off, Ellie finally has you all to herself. She stares at you, studying your body.

“Tell me what you want.” She says lowly, voice commanding.

Shit. “Uh.. I-“ you start, barely above a whisper. Well this is definitely not any better than giving a presentation in class. You take one deep breath. “I want your fingers.”

She hums, hands roaming up and down your body wherever she damn pleases.

“And where would that be?”

You whine, bucking your hips up out of impatience, “Ellie, come on. You know.”

“Mmm, but I’m not done teasing you.” She smiles slyly, leaning up to your ear to whisper to you, “Be a good girl and listen to your professor, huh?”

You actually moan at just her words, just the audacity of her being able to say something so dominating.

You tug at the collar of her shirt, realizing that she was still fully clothed. That really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. It’s like she was taking care of you. You slowly grab her right hand. The one with the tattoo on it. You lick your lips, bringing her fingers down to where you need it most, “Right here. Please. I need it.”

She spreads you. Slightly - enough to feel all of you comfortably. Her mouth drops open at how wet you are.

You whimper, completely unashamed at this point, and she’s not even in you yet. Ellie looks into your eyes as she slides her middle finger inside of you, gauging your reaction. You gasp when she starts to move, slowly at first. She nods to herself, so small that if you weren’t intently watching her, you would have missed it. She adds her ring finger, stretching you in a comfortable way.

She pauses for a few seconds, letting you adjust. But you’re losing it. Every moment she spends inside of you and not moving makes you so, so desperate.

“Ellie. I’m going fucking crazy right now. Move your fingers.. please.” You pant.

She laughs to herself, low and raspy, then finally starts moving her fingers.

You’re a moaning mess instantly, can’t make out words anymore even if you tried. Just hearing yourself speak makes you sound so pathetic, “Oh my- holy shit. Don’t stop. H-holy shit, Ellie-“

Your eyes at this point are closed, but you can tell she’s grinning by the way her voice sounds: cunning and desirous.

“Come on, my sweet girl, give it to me. Shit- there ya go. I’ve got it - jus’ keep feelin’ good for me, baby.”

Ellie fucking Williams was finger fucking you in her car. Dear god, this is gonna be one hell of a story. You feel something deep and vulnerable inside of you rising.

At this point you’re already so close, it’s not even funny. Your vision is totally tunneled right now - you’re only thinking of Ellie. She rests her other arm over you while fucking you faster and harder. Her face is directly above yours - seeing and hearing every moan.

“I’m- Ellie- fuck! You’re gonna make me cum.” You literally cry out, you’re panting and shaking and yet you never want this feeling right here to end.

“God, you’re so hot. I’m here, I gotcha. Want you to cum for me.”

And you do. Your vision goes black for a split second as white hot pure pleasure ignites throughout your entire body. And Ellie guides you through it all, babbling on with her dirty talk and slowing her movements down so as to not overstimulate you.

After your orgasm is completely done, you just lay there, trying to catch your breath. Ellie pulls out of you and wince a little, not because it hurt, but because you were already so used to her being inside of you.

You look up at her, she’s got this expression on her face you’ve honestly never seen before: She’s grinning. Fully. And her eyes are crinkling in just the right places that it makes your stomach do a flip all over again.

You stay silent, wanting her to do the talking. Half out of exhaustion, half out of not wanting to say something wrong.

Before you can properly register it, Ellie’s kissing you again. Slower, this time. She brushes the stray strands of hair out of your face and carefully pulls away from you, “Hey, think you got one more in you?”

You sigh, nodding, “Wanna switch it up, though.”

She smirks, “Good thing I have an idea.”

You two were now in her back seat, sitting and facing each other. She unbuttons her shirt a few from the top, commenting about how the car windows have steamed up. You’re still completely naked, but now you feel imbalanced.

“Ellie.. can you take something off?” You look away and mumble the last part, really almost being too embarrassed to ask. She stills for a moment and nods, reaching down to the buckle still holding her high waisted pants up. When she’s done, she slips those off too, leaving you with a view of her just in her boxers and slightly buttoned up shirt.

She grabs your hips, pulling you closer, but not to kiss you this time. She pats her thigh, initiating you to come sit on her. Oh my god. You look at her with a slightly confused expression.

“I’ve seen you staring at my legs when you think I’m not looking.” She holds your chin softly in her hand, tilting your head up so you can’t escape her gaze. “Come ride on me. Make yourself feel good.”

You’re genuinely taken aback. Not because she caught you staring, but because of her request. “That’s so…. Wow.”

She rubs your hips absentmindedly, “You don’t wanna do it?”

You swallow, “I mean. I never said that.” You’re really bad at stalling.

“C’mon. Do it for me, baby.”

And with one last mental shove, you let yourself sink down onto Ellie’s thigh. You hum at the feeling - her bare skin is so warm.

You don’t know what to do. It’s not like this is the craziest thing in the world, but you’ve always found yourself in more… typical positions. You look up at her, “Can you.. can you guide me?”

Ellie smiles softly and nods, placing her strong hands on your hips again. You start to move as you straddle her, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ as you realize how turned on and aching you are again. She does as you requested, moving you with her hands until you find a comfortable rhythm.

You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. The attention to your clit was long overdue. Your hips stutter at the feeling, but this just eggs you on even more.

Your wetness is starting to get onto Ellie’s thigh. She groans at the feeling, “God, you’re such a good girl.”

You moan, guttural and raw, “Shit- say that again.” You’re moving your hips faster now, absolutely loving the duality of the friction and her undivided attention as she watches you.

She leans closer to your ear, like how she did before. She whispers, soft and sensual, “You’re my fucking good girl. So beautiful like this, getting yourself off with barely any help. So needy and desperate.”

You whine, whimper, whatever you have to do to let her know you’re close.

“Please cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

As soon as she says this, it’s over. You come undone on her thigh. Moaning, you wrap your arms around her waist to steady yourself.

Her hands are still holding you firmly, guiding you through your second orgasm. You slump over her, all your limbs becoming jelly as you rest your chin on her shoulder. A bit of post orgasm clarity hits, and you feel dirty and naughty, but in the best way possible.

“You did so good for me, baby.”

~

It’s still raining as Ellie pulls up outside of the dorm building. You two drove the way back in silence. It was slightly dicey, but mostly comfortable. She puts the car in park and turns to look at you. She looks calm, smiling slightly.

You look back at her, too tired to do anything but shoot back a soft smile. You open the door, closing it back up once you feel the wet rain on you. “Mm, it’s cold out there.” You whine.

Ellie playfully scoffs and rolls her eyes at you. She unbuckles, “Hold on. Think I got somethin’ in the trunk.”

She slides back into the drivers seat with a blanket. It has a print of Jurassic Park on it. You thank her, covering yourself and running inside.

~

The next day you walk through the Scientology of space building, toward Ellie’s lecture room. You smooth out your shirt, the red, yellow, and blue of The Police’s synchronicity album looking extra bright on a beautiful day like this.

You take you usual seat, towards the right in the back. You’re just on your phone, scrolling through instagram, when you hear giggling and whispering a couple of seats to the left of you. Usually this wouldn’t catch your attention, but when someone says your name you instantly whip your head over to look at them.

There’s three of your classmates, standing together in a little group. You recognize one of them from your dorm floor. He smirks at you, “You had fun last night?”

Your heart skips a beat, but you just throw a confused expression on your face, “What?”

The other people around him giggle. He raises an eyebrow at you, “Coming out of Miss Williams’ car when it’s dark. Seriously?”

Your face heats up instantly. You stand up, “Nothing even happened. We were just hanging out.” You try defending yourself.

One of the girls chimes in, “Yeah right. What 19 year old is hanging out with her professor late at night?”

You stand up, mumbling ‘What-fucking-ever’ as you grab your bag and speed walk out of the lecture room.

You’re briskly walking down the halls of the building, trying to get out without attracting attention. You turn a random corner and see the staff room. You stop dead in your tracks when you hear a familiar voice whispering. “Look, I don’t know what to fucking do, okay? We were sitting together in the cafe and I gave her a ride to her next class. That’s it. Nobody should have seen otherwise.”

Another female voice pops up, “Well then obviously she talked to someone.” Her voice hushed, “You need to sort this out ASAP, Ellie.”

Ellie scoffs, “You think I don’t know that?!”

This time, a male voice, “Dina’s right. This can’t get any bigger or you could lose your job. Right now it’s a misunderstanding, but soon enough it’ll become a rumor.”

“For fucks sake, Jesse. People already believe it! I will not lose my career over this.”

You step into the edge of the doorframe. As soon as Ellie sees you, she starts to shake and cough. She excuses herself from her conversation with her colleagues and walks up to you. “Come with me.”

She finds an empty conference room, letting you in first and shutting the door behind herself. You don’t know what to say. You just stand there looking at her like a shot doe.

She’s standing close to the door, blocking it in case you try to escape. You don’t, you just want to sort this out. She crosses her arms, huffing at you, “Well. Are you proud of yourself?”

“What?”

You see her grinding her teeth, trying not to blow up at you, “Can you just not play dumb for one second?”

You’re absolutely stunned. How can this be the same women who was so kind and chivalrous to you yesterday? You feel tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes. Your throat burns.

She scoffs, gesturing towards you, “Nice shirt, by the way.”

You put your hands up in defense, tears threatening to spill. “No, I- Ellie. Some kids saw me stepping out of your car and walking into the dorm building.”

Her face softens in an instant. She takes a long pause. Now it’s her turn to say, ‘What?’

“I was just waiting in your classroom. I was.. sitting down and some assholes came up to me and were mentioning it. That’s why I came to find you. To talk about it.”

She pinches the bride of her nose. “Well. Shit.”

You take a step closer to her, testing to see if she had calmed down, “Ellie. I didn’t tell anyone. I promise.”

She sighs, a big look of regret on her face. She apologizes, saying something about wanting to cook you a fancy meal as a peace offering, and before you know it, she’s walking out the door towards her classroom.

You follow after her, “Um, what are you doing?”

She turns back on her heel, smiling at you, “I’m about to go talk some sense into those bitches.”

𓆟. ° .• .𓆝 .• ° . 𓆟 . ° .• .𓆞

[devilsudon]

Checkout

Sylus finally got you to be comfortable with spending his money. He loves taking care of you and spoiling you, so he’s glad you’re finally taking advantage of it. Except, he enjoys it a little too much. And you love teasing him about it.

tags: sub!sylus, gn!reader, edging, begging, handjob, smut, might be ooc

a/n: I haven’t written anything in so long but I arrived at the airport so early I just wanted to write. I think Sylus is a switch, he literally wants MC to claim him. Also, in night of secrecy he said he’s not ready to give us control YET. And I’m banking on that “yet” so hard we need more sub!sylus in this world.

You and Sylus are laying in his bed, your head on his chest with his arm around you as you both stare at your phone in his hand. It all started when you were scrolling and got an ad for some cute clothes and sent it to Sylus. You clicked the link for the brand, and ended up sending him more and more links because everything looked so cute! Then you got another ad for another store and.. now you’re here.

“But what is it made of? I don’t want something that’ll be scratchy, I want it soft.”

“I know,” Sylus drawled amused, “Although my shirts that you steal aren’t very soft, you know.” He looks down at his sweater on YOUR body, and nothing else. Even though he got you pajamas, his sweater found its way into your claws hands.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, “I hope it’s 100% cotton.” Sylus focused back on the phone to check.

“I can get this made for you if it’s not.” Your hand snuck its way to his chest, rubbing soothingly and gently over his open chest from his robe. His breath hitches. “Would you… like that, sweetie?”

“Yeah, maybe if they don’t have a color I want too..” You absently say, still looking at the screen as he continued to scroll.

But that, that planted a seed of deep satisfaction in Sylus. It took him so long to get you to be comfortable with using his money, with asking for things unapologetically. There’s still room for improvement, especially emotionally, but you agreeing to custom made clothing because a store doesn’t have what you want is making his body hum.

That, and your hand started dipping lower and lower, ’till it’s basically under his robe, playing with his lower abs. It’s a bit sensitive, especially all the touches on his chest, so he flinches away. “Kitten, just where are you touching?”

“Hmmm??” You give him an “innocent” wide eyed stare, like you have no idea what he’s talking about.

He stares at you a little longer, soaking in the playfulness of your gaze. “Provoking me is unwise.”

“But I’m not doing anything?” You reply in the sweetest voice you can, as you still rub over his v line and hold back a grin.

“Mhmmmm…” Sylus’ soft agreement is interrupted by another hitch in his breath as you let your hand wrap around the base of his cock.

“Wait, click on that one.” Sylus looks back at his phone screen, totally forgetting what he was doing for a second.

“Which,” he lets out a shaky breath as you drag your fist up, “which one?”

“The burgundy one.” He clicks on the picture of a cute burgundy hoodie, and immediately clicks your size and scrolls to the materials. “Oh good! Cotton.” At your approval, he adds to cart as you continue to stroke his dick. “Scroll down, I wanna see if there’s matching sweatpants.”

At your demand, he does as he’s told, and finds the matching sweatpants. He clicks it, gets your size, checks the material, and adds to cart, all without you saying anything. “Just that color, sweetie? Or,” he breathes deeply, “another color?”

“Hmmm let me see.” Scrolling back up to the color options, you end up getting three more colors of both the hoodie and the sweatpants. And with each item he added to the cart, you stroked him faster.

You ended up getting 10 pairs of socks, 6 tops, 4 jackets, and now you’re looking at jeans when Sylus finally speaks up.

“Sweetie,” Sylus breathes out, “please just..”

“Hold on, should I get the one with rips or no rips?” The wet sounds of how much precum leaking from him fills the room alongside your voice.

“Both, just- just get both.” He’s close to hyperventilating at how desperate he is, and he’s trying to hold in his grunts and moans as best as possible.

“Orrrrr how about the barrel jeans? You draw out your question, squeezing Sylus’s tip.

“That too, come on kitten please,” Holding onto the last bit of dominance he has, he holds onto your forearm with the arm that’s wrapped around you. As if that’s gonna do anything.

“Shhhhh. Light or dark blue?” At that, Sylus lets out a whine. He throws his head back against the pillow, where he slumped down lower and lower through the process. “Aww, what are you whining about? Hmm?”

He lets go of your arm to put it back on the phone. He looks at you, pleading with his eyes to just finish him off, let him fuck you good, but huffs and looks away when he’s met with a teasing glance from you. “I’ll get all of the colors, sweetie. Just finish.. finish what you’re doing, ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ.”

“Well hurry up and add to cart then!” He does just that, and goes to the check out page. The information should automatically fill out, except.. it doesn’t.

“Oops, looks like I forgot to add your card to my phone.” He looks at you in disbelief and you’re smirking as you squeeze his cock.

“Sweetie, come on, I-“ He looks at the phone again. “I’m sure I put it in here for you, I-“ He desperately taps around the phone, going to your wallet app, and finding nothing.

“Noo.. when it updated it deleted for some reason and I didn’t put it back in….” Your voice is full of mock remorse.

“My- my wallet, uhm,” Sylus really has to think, his brain is so scrambled and he was so close, and oh god this is gonna take so long, “It’s uh…” He looks to his left, and oh thank god, he left it by his phone on the nightstand. He quickly grabs it and takes out his black card, just for you to snatch it away from him with your free hand.

“Here, I’ll read it for you.” You slowed down your strokes, and Sylus pushed his head back again in a small tantrum. “Come on.”

He looks at the phone and goes to the numbers part of the keypad.

“Threeeee…… Fourrrrr….. Sixxxxx……”

“I can type faster than-“

“Uh uh. No talking back! I need to make sure it’s correct.” He grumbles and furrows his eyebrows. At each number you draw out, he diligently types. Same thing for the expiration date, and all he needs is the security code before he can-

“Read it out to me.”

“What, kitten it’s correct, I recognize it, come on this is ridicul-“

You squeeze really hard at the base of his cock, which gets him to shut up and squeeze his eyes shut and hold in a whine. “What did I say.”

Sylus catches his breath again, before he reads out the numbers he typed. Except he only gets half way before you stop him again.

“Wait, that was too fast, start over.” Sylus takes his hand that’s not wrapped around you to cover his eyes.

“Kitten, this torture that you’re bestowing on me is cruel.”

“Well it’ll only last longer if you don’t read it again.”

“You’ll regret antagonizing me so.”

“Mhm. Hurry up.”

With a shaky breath, he reads out the numbers, slower this time. With each number, you begin to stroke faster and faster.

Finally, you read out the security code and he puts it in, thank god his address is saved, and he quickly clicks and clicks until he gets to the review order section. He’s about to click past when you stop him. He’s panting, hard, his chest moving up and down as you read the screen to make sure everything is correct while still stroking him fast and hard.

“Please, please sweetie… I’m so close, please.”

“Mmmm.. Go ahead.” At that, he takes that as the green light to finally click the checkout button and permission to come. And he does, his seed soaking your hard and getting on his robe, as he thrusts into your hand, chasing the pleasure as a reward for being a good boy and buying you everything you want. He lets out a broken moan, a little shout of relief from the tension that was building.

He comes down from his high, and can clearly see the order confirmation page. He looks down at you, with all your satisfaction, and lets out a sigh. “I spoiled you rotten, huh?”

You only giggle at his words, as he pushes you down onto the bed and gets in between your legs. “Well, it’s my turn to be indulged, kitten.”

[perkypeony]

Idk but I think we all deserve a loser bf umemiya fic 😔

Like he wears that title like a badge of honor with no shame and he clings on her A LOT like he just relies on her so much it just forces y/n to be the one with the brain turned on while umemiya’s brain shuts off when they go out (basically y/n wears the pants in the relationship most of the time and everyone thinks it’s funny until shit gets serious lol)

I had fun writing this!😄 Thanks for the request.

ℂ𝔼ℝ𝕋𝕀𝔽𝕀𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼ℝ 𝔹𝕆𝕐𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻

You opened your chat with Umemiya as soon as you woke up and grinned at the picture he sent.

Ume: [picture of his hand]

Ume: I tried to reach for you, but you're not here.

You: That’s your fault for sending me home last night. Should’ve snuck me in 😝

Ume: 🥲 You better give me lots of kisses after this.

You: Sure, babe. See ya at Furin 😘

You got out of bed and headed for the shower. After getting clean, you slipped into your Furin High uniform and did your hair. Then you put a bit of powder on your face and lip balm to your lips.

Once you were ready, you made your way to Furin, stopping by a convenience store to grab a sandwich for breakfast. You arrived at school a little late since no one cared about the school’s rules, not even the teachers.

You left your bag in your classroom, then you made your way to the rooftop to meet your beloved boyfriend. Even before opening the door, you could already hear his authoritative voice conducting a meeting, probably with the Four Kings and the class reps.

Still, he was the one who told you you’re welcome anytime on the rooftop.

As you swung the door open, he immediately went silent and ran toward you.

“Babe!!! I missed you~”

“Umemiya Hajime, aren’t you the one leading this meeting?!” you scolded, pushing him away before he could hug you.

“I can just ask Hiragi to take over,” he reasoned, flashing his big puppy eyes.

You sighed and grabbed him by the sleeve, dragging him back to the meeting. Umemiya sighed in defeat and trailed behind you. Once he got close enough, he nudged Hiragi’s shoulder.

“Can you take over for me?” he asked hopefully.

“Nope,” Hiragi replied flatly. “You’re not going anywhere until the meeting’s done.”

You secretly gave Hiragi a thumbs-up.

“Urghh, why are you both like this? I thought you wanted to spoil me today,” Umemiya whined.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll spoil you all you want after the meeting. Now hurry up, you’re making the others wait.”

“Yeah, and I think they’re cringing at you two. Just look at Sakura’s face,” Hiragi added, clearly entertained by Sakura’s pink cheeks.

Umemiya ended up rapping through all his points just to finish early—not that you were complaining.

On your way home, you and Umemiya stopped by the local grocery store to buy some groceries your mom had asked for.

“Thanks for the tomatoes. One item off the list. Next, I need to get eggs, soy sauce, and chicken.”

“I’m gonna hit the snack aisle for a bit. See ya later!” Umemiya winked before heading off in search of probably a ton of snacks, knowing him. He always liked to share and stocked up on them so that anytime either of you got hungry, there would be something to munch on.

You continued gathering the items on your list. Once you were done, you waited for Umemiya near the cashier counter.

A few minutes later, he returned with a huge bag of chips, some chocolate bars (you immediately spotted your favorite one) and two drinks.

You facepalmed. “Hajime, we haven’t even finished the candy you bought the other day. Now this?”

“We can always share with others if we can't finish it. I just like sharing snacks with you,” he said, flashing a toothy grin. “Besides, isn’t this chocolate your favorite?”

“Fine, I’ll let it slide this time,” you said with a shrug.

You both headed to the counter to pay. You used the money your mom gave you for the groceries, while Umemiya paid for all the snacks himself. When it came to food, Umemiya always paid for you because he loved seeing you happy while eating.

The trip to the grocery store once again ended with two bags or more. But you didn’t have to worry as your big, strong boyfriend insisted on carrying all of them.

“My girlfriend shouldn’t carry anything,” he said confidently. “You should only be holding my hand and of course, my heart.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re so cheesy.”

The next day, you were sneaking out of school during a free period to grab bubble tea. As you waited for your order, you noticed a brawl breaking out near the shop. It was between Furin and another gang you didn’t recognize.

After your name was called, signaling your drink was ready, you walked outside—curious to see the fight more clearly. That’s when you spotted Umemiya.

“Damn, he’s so hot when he’s fighting.”

Umemiya caught sight of you and waved cheekily, completely forgetting the enemy in front of him. That’s when a punch landed square on his face.

“Aren’t you embarrassed? Being a soft-hearted idiot, whipped by his girl?” the rival gang leader sneered, his stupid smirk on full display.

Big mistake.

Your expression darkened. You calmly handed your bubble tea to a random nearby customer and stormed in. With perfect aim, you punched the guy straight in the nose. He stumbled back, clutching his now-bloody face.

“Don’t you ever insult the man who makes me smile every day!”

The guy realized all his members were down. Panicked, he bolted.

Umemiya, covered in scratches with a bruise on his left cheek, was completely smitten by how hot you looked punching someone (you two are definitely whipped for each other). You gently pressed some ice you got from the bubble tea shop to his cheek.

“Babe, stop staring at me like that.”

“How could I not? You just punched a guy for me. That image is gonna live rent-free in my head forever.”

“You’re lucky I like you.”

Umemiya wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let go even when Hiragi started yelling at both of you for being so annoying and gross.

Umemiya Hajime might be a loser boyfriend, but he’s your loser and damn proud of it.

[luckeych4rm]

ENHYPEN WITH ENTERTAINER TROPES

maknae line version!

hyung line version

notes: so….. i know it’s been a while since i uploaded the first part! AND IM SORRY FOR THAT. i just got really busy and then i was honestly considering scrapping it altogether bc i thought it was kind of a trash idea (oops!) but after recieving all the love on my rating my exes smau i thought that i might as well do the maknae line! to those that were waiting on it i apologize and hope that this suffices 💜🤍 (also please lmk if you want to be added to the perm taglist for my enha works!)

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model!sunoo x stylist!reader

Sunoo is a famous model!

Not only is he famous for his great visuals but also his cute personality 

every critic online would be saying that his face did not match his onstage persona at all! 

those that he worked with never had anything negative to say about him

in behind the scenes videos he’s cheerful and can be found interacting with staff

but once he gets on the runway….

it’s like a switch is flipped!

no more smiles or giggles, just serving face

and this is exactly what makes him so popular

another thing that always caught peoples eye were his day to day looks

from the way he styled his hair, the makeup that laced his face, all the way down to the clothes on his back seemed ti be perfectly curated to make him look good

AND BOY IH BOY DID IT WORK

but of course nobody could look that good everyday without a little help

and people began to speculate…

who is the genius behind Sunoo’s looks??

In a recent interview he’s asked this question 

his fans obviously expect him to happily answer like he usually does but-

HE COMPLETELY GATEKEEPS?????

rather than answering directly he laughs it off and makes a joke about how it’s all him!

and boy oh boy this answer disappointed many

(since this behind-the-scenes stylist was in such high demand amongst not only models but celebrities too!) 

people online searched and searched for any sort of hint or trace of this mystery fashion consultant 

but there was genuinely nothing!

UNTIL ONE FATEFUL DAYYYYYYY

some deep diver finds you credited in a post made long before Sunoo was famous 

before he was even a runway model at that

and the post didn’t even have him in it, there were only pictures of you at your graduation 

in the description was your name,  “l would like to congratulate Y/N L/N not only as an aspiring stylist and fashion designer, but as my one and only.” 

welp, the cats out of the bag 😅

YOU’D NEVER WOKEN UP TO SO MANY NOTIFICATIONS BEFORE…

You definitely didn’t post anything new or had any recent requests for pieces. Hell your commissions weren’t even open anymore? To top it all off you really weren’t on your phone that much to begin with. So imagine the surprise that you felt when the buzzing of your phone was coming from insta notifications rather than the sound of your alarm.

Not feeling quite ready to deal with the day yet, you quickly pick up the device to silence the flashing screen. Before you can even put the phone back down another notification pops up. This one coming from a message sent to your business email specifically. 

The first word being proposal was all you needed to. You were caught red handed. Instinctively, you turn over to your left. Beside you was Sunoo peacefully sleeping, completely oblivious to the chaos he most likely caused. As gently as you can you wake the boy up. 

“What’s up? it’s Saturday why are you up so early.” he loudly yawns.

Instead of using your words you quickly shove the phone into his face. Not before giving you a confused look, he takes the device from your hands and looks at the screen. It only takes him a few seconds to recognize what occurred while the two of you slept. “oh shit.”

————————————-

Later in the day during he actually had a shoot. 

Usually during his breaks he would film videos for his fans. They would consist of sneak peaks, informing them about his day, or just him eating snacks 

Since his girlfriend was outed on the internet though, there was no more beating around the bush (as much as he still wanted you to be his little secret)

That day you had also come into work with him, to tag along. So what better way to show you off then to include you in his daily vlog! 

Carefully he set up his camera. “Hey guys it’s been a while!” he happily said. 

After chatting about what he’d been up to and giving little hints as to what he’d was shooting for, he finally brought up the elephant in the room.

“I know you guys have been very curious about me.” he states, “There’s been a lot of stuff circling around online, but yes I do have a partner.”

He then grabs the camera and begins making his way over to another area. One in which you’re sitting and looking through emails on your phone. Placing it right in your face to your shock.

“This is her!” and then he abruptly ends the videos choosing to limit access to you once again. He was being serious about gatekeeping you from the world, his girlfriend was too good for people to gawk at. 

“What was that about!” you ask as he begins to sit next you. He rests his head on your shoulder feeling tired from everything going on and from changing outfits about twenty times. “oh nothing..” he replied.

It was in fact not nothing. 

When the video was uploaded later in the day, he couldn’t catch a break. Reading comments about how beautiful his girlfriend was and questions as to why he waited so long to reveal such a talented and pretty lady. 

To make things worse you laughed at his sulking! When he came to confide in you about his wishes to keep you all to himself, you giggled and in your exact words said “it’s been a long time coming.”

He supposes you were right. There was just no way your talent and beauty would be hidden forever. It was obvious that you were always meant for more than just being his stylist and he never planned on stopping you when the time came for you to branch out. Even though he didn’t expect said time to be so soon, he was happy for you and the opportunities he knew were bound to come.

That didn’t stop him from pouting about it though!

influencer!jungwon x bystander!reader

I think it’d be so funny if Jungwon was like a popular content creator 

an influencer if you will

in terms of content i feel like he’d do everything 

reactions, commentary, unboxings, mukbangs, playing games

hell maybe he’d even venture into doing asmr for a little while

POINT IS that he didn’t restrict himself into one area of content

now of course the two of meet in mid video 

in the specific one, he’s actually streaming

during the live he had ordered food to eat, initially forgetting about the meal until the door bell rings signaling its arrival

he quickly excuses himself to pick up his dishes 

and low and behold

ITS YOU

the one that was paid to deliver his meal

to put it simply the interaction was quite hilarious 

since Jungwon truly believed that he fell in love at first sight he ended up stumbling over his words so badly, nearly tripping over his own feet

and to top it all off, he NEARLY dropped his entire meal onto the floor 

once the door closed he let out the loudest scream known to man

what made it worse was the fact that his chat saw the entire interaction since his doorframe was still in view of the camera. 

safe to say that his chat did NOT spare him from the clowning they did on twitter 

the next time he saw you was also, during stream (SHOCKER)

this time around he was vlogging 

on the hunt for blind boxes he’d had his eyes on for a while

as he walked throughout the busy Popmart, his eyes landed on a familiar face 

(a pretty one at that)

there you were in all of your glory

your stare zoned in on the various Peach Riot blind boxes

he signals to his chat that the pretty girl that delivered his food was here 

quickly he stuffs the tripod into his bag so his fans wouldn’t be able to see your face

and he makes his way over to you

and it wouldn’t be Jungwon if he didn’t fumbles and embarrass himself for a second time

by some MIRACLE he actually gains your number

bro left the store clicking his heels together (not before paying for your items 🙂‍↕️)

now his fans don’t officially meet you until a few weeks later in another stream he started

THE STREAM STARTED OFF JUST LIKE IT USUALLY DID…

He would start off by talking about what he’d been up to. Then move on to reading chat for a while, answering questions and clowning his viewers the same way they did to him.

Then Jungwon brought up the main activity for the stream, playing video games! Said video games just being ones on Roblox. 

As he played it mostly consisted of him rage bating, cursing out little kids, and abusing his power because of his youtuber privileges he was given in certain games. 

In the middle of his reign of terror, somebody walked into the room. That somebody being you! Not knowing he was streaming you came to check on him since he was constantly screaming (more than usual at least!) 

Seeing that you walked into his room he stopped everything that he was doing to run up to you. Now that his headphones and mic were off, his chat couldn’t hear anything but the games music and sound effects.

But they were going crazy!

did somebody just walking into his room

jungwon has friends ? wow what a shocker

who tf is that

^my bets are on the doordash person

he’s literally dying in game

did he just kiss her??????

“What are you doing here?” he questioned, “Sorry if I was too loud, were you sleeping?”

Finding amusement in his worry for your wellbeing you gently brushed his bangs away from his face, “No you weren’t too loud, I wasn’t sleeping, and I came to check on you.”

This is when he melted. He couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to have you. Which resulted in his very bad case of cuteness aggression. Instead of giving a response like a normal person, he began placing kisses all of your face with seemingly world record speed. 

Once he’s done smothering your face with his own, instead of ushering you out of the room he drags you over to his set up, pulling out a chair for you to sit in. He quickly disconnects his headphones from his stream so they’d be able to hear your voice.

“So chat, I have something to tell you…,” he ominously says, “I’m no longer bitchless”

Cue to his fans absolutely flaming him nonetheless.

propaganda im not falling for

pretty lady blink twice if you need help

are you sure because she was just in bed with me last week 😹

theres no WAY jungwon pulled before me

lets be honest she probably got paid to be here

You cackled loudly while reading the messages that were quickly flying through the screen as Jungwon begged his fans to have some faith in him for once. 

Once your laughing dies down and hes done complaining, your boyfriend encourages you to speak.

After giving a small rundown of who you are Jungwon decides to tell the story of how the two of you became a couple. Dating all the way before the doordash incident, the both of you had a mutual friend and unknowingly went to the same college (before Jungwon dropped out which his chat also made fun of him for) 

After the whole Doordash and blind box fiasco where he managed to score your number, the two of you began chatting back and forth online. Which is when he found out about your love for playing video games! The two of you would spend most nights together on FaceTime, playing Stardew Valley and Minecraft with one another.

In a joking manner, he expressed his worries to you that maybe he was falling head over heels for a stalker. To which you were offended since you really had no clue that he was famous at all until he told. Im fact he had to show proof that he was popular online because to you he was only Jungwon, your boyfriend. Which perfectly worked out for the two of you!

Once the whole rundown thing was over, the two of you played video games late into the night basically forgetting fans were even watching the two of you. 

I hate the fact that he pulled her

can she date me instead

if they started streaming i would definitely subscribe

^she’s literally funnier than him

jungwon retire and give your channel to (name) thank you very much 💕

dancer!ni-ki x dancer!reader

dance influencers yayyyyy!!!

like jblaze and kirsten kind of dancers

basically well known and superrrr talented but also kind of behind the scenes

so how do you guys meet?

well this one is obvious

you’re obviously background dancers in the same mv

even then you guys don’t necessarily have to become close

but NO, in this choreography there are plenty of duo sections

and you and ni-ki were specifically partnered together

(it’s what the people want to see!!) 

since you guys are both try-hards, oftentimes you spend extra hours in the studio getting the moves down

naturally, the two of you go closerrrr 

often hosting lives and posting challenges with one another

AND THE DANCE COMMUNITY IS RAVINGGGGGG ABOUT YOU GUYS

it’s like two meteorites collided !

seeing two people be so effortlessly cool genuinely blew peoples minds

which checks out! 

once the MV the two of you were working in comes out people expect the era pf your duo to end

but no….

the lives keep coming, instagram posts, and multiple dance routines created by the two of you

at this point people are questioning if you guys are just a pair now or madly in love with each other

AND NOBODY KNOWS

up until one day

when a little stream titled “Dance Studio Tour :)” begins to go live

THE CAMERA MAN DILIGENTLY FOLLOWS

NI-KI AROUND…

He’d already covered a good amount of areas. The entrance, locker rooms, and lounge area had all been explored around with a camera. Streaming a tour of the studio he currently worked at.

Nearing the end of the livestream he finally reached the main areas, the mirror rooms.

There were three in total. Each would host a variety of different classes. Whether that be hip-hop, ballet, heels, ballroom, contemporary, or plenty of others. The first two were relatively normal. One being occupied with a class that he happily greeted and the second being wiped down by a janitor. 

Finally making his way to the third room which was obviously occupied. Loud music echoed across the mirrored walls and the lights created the perfect setting. At first glance (or direction of camera in this scenario) it looked empty, until the lenses landed on you.

There in the middle of the room you were on a tablet, closely monitoring yourself.  With headphones covering your ears, blissfully unaware of the pair that walked in.

Rather than interrupting you, he allows the viewers to focus on you for a while. Your concentrated face filling up the screen as the camera zoomed in. Watchers could slightly hear some funny narrations on behalf of Ni-ki in the background, some teasing, some in awe. 

Once you’re done checking for mistakes and errors you slowly get up to get started again. As you look at yourself in the mirrors it is exactly when you finally recognize the two figures watching behind you.

“Hey guys, what are you up to?” you questioned, being oblivious to the fact that he was filming that day.

“Nothing much, you should introduce yourself.” he urges as he and the camera man make their way over to you. 

As you’re giving a little rundown about yourself and what you’re currently working on, Ni-ki stares at you, listening intently to your words.  

Fans are definitely questioning the longing gaze he’s giving you at this point but not really going batshit insane about it.

It’s not until he’s done interviewing (teasing) you when they go berserk . As he begins to leave, he kisses you right on the lips smack-dab in the middle of the camera. The giggles of the camera man could be quietly heard in the background.

HELLO???

RUE. WHEN WAS THIS??

okay but who’s actually surprised 

^ME????

i could actually cry tears of joy

literally the best day of my life

To their surprise, you aren’t utterly shocked by his actions of kissing you in front of the camera because the both of you believed that you were being quite obvious the entire time. Considering the fact that you guys became a “dynamic duo” specifically after working together, you thought that it was all laid out for your fans.

Who knew that the lack of PDA and cutesy nicknames made people this oblivious.

Later on after the live is over, your fans expect some sort of explanation or announcement but… theres absolutely nothing! No bold instagram post or confirming tweet in sight.

I was not lying when I said you guys were pretty behind the scenes in terms of content and your personal lives! 

Which was exactly how it would stay. 

Of course, that didn’t mean you just left people hanging.

In instances such as group photos the two of you were often closely knit, when you went outside together you wouldn’t wear any masks or restricting hats and would wave at fans in passerby. 

Even in other artists behind the scenes content if the two of you were involved, a lot of the time fans could see the two of you conversing in the background. 

And every blue moon in a random photo-dump there would be one, MAYBE even two photos of you guys included.

You guys were private yes, but not secret!

masterlist ★彡

taglist: @ashirp @ninistranaut

[paladinhearts]

Whenever I get Byler doubt I just try to picture a scene where Will gets rejected and all I can come up with is..

Mike: “er sorry man I don’t feel that way. Thanks for saving my failing relationship tho. Btw becoming your bff is still the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Will: “👍” *moves on*

Like 😭 is this the big satisfying conclusion to Will’s arc that’s being dragged out till the last season and is supposed to “tie the whole story together,” no, no it’s not.

“☝️🤓 oh but moving on from unrequited feelings for your best friend is a common queer experience and would make Will realis—” who gaf 😭😭 This is a show about d&d monsters coming to life and the power of friendship and allat girl is ‘realism’ really the argument we wanna go for here.

This show is so heavily focused on the outcasts winning for once, not only this but there are countless examples of ST ‘not being realistic’ (i.e Steve not being homophobic, lumax thriving despite being an interracial couple in the 80s (even facing racism from Billy), Dustzie thriving despite being long-distance and Suzie’s family being Mormons and heavily restrictive, Rovickie giving each other such clear signs despite how dangerous it was to be openly queer in the 80s (as proven by multiple characters insinuating that Will’s disappearance in s1 could’ve been due to a hate crime)). So do we really think they’re gonna go with the ‘realism’ route and choose to use the gay main character’s feelings in favour of the typical het relationship?

If this still isn’t enough, try to come up with an ending for Will that is satisfactory and brings the story full circle that is not just “oh he moved on from his almost-decade-long love for his best friend and suddenly found someone else.” Don’t even try to do the “he found peace with himself” because that trope would only work with someone who was forced to be reliant on others and is now learning to be independent (sound familiar?), not someone who was forced to have to fight through everything on their own. If they pull that shit in the end with Will then it would simply just be boring.

Imagine they do that LMFAO, Will in the end being the only person in the entire main cast except for like Murray and Erica to not have a partner, a soulmate. Does that sound like a good ending for him? Exactly.

Of course this is not to say that Mike is some sort of trophy that Will deserves to have, it’s just that it’d be a strange choice for the writers to put Will through so much trauma and only add things to the list with no proper conclusion even as the story ends. Mike’s sexuality is a whole other discussion, but even he deserves to have someone in the end that he is on the same wavelength with, and that person is no longer Eleven. ( Read: “Because without the heart we’d all fall apart. Even [me], especially [me]. … You make [me] feel like [I’m] not a mistake at all, like [I’m] better for being different, and that gives [me] the courage to fight on. … So yeah, [I] need you Mike, and [I] always will.” I don’t think there is a single scene in the show where El says anything even remotely similar to Mike, and I think that’s really telling. )

That’s all I’m gonna stop rambling now 🚬🚬