The Great Wave - Chapter 2 Review
âŒïž SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER âŒïž
I have good news and bad news.
The bad news is, no smexy time here.
The good news is, we get some Yugo and AdamaĂŻ moments, AND the SADIDAS are FUMING đđ„°
But before we see the sadidas, we canât start this off without addressing Yugo and AdamaĂŻâs interaction at the beginning of the chapter.
Cuz man, I liked it but when @vinillain addressed it and even ANALYZED IT I fell in love with this scene even more đđ
Without their perspective on the matter, I would have missed so many details. Hereâs the post if you are interested.
So yeah Iâm glad I found their analysis on it and I hope you like it just as much as I did âš
Now letâs start.
I found babes lol (the dot is so tiny!!)
Look at his emo ass just looking gloomy after having a wet dream. My guy is such a drama queen that he decided to sit at the top of the kingdom just to make himself feel better.
(Get down from there you little shit-)
AdamaĂŻ swoops in and actually helps? Omg slay? Like youâre doing something helpful while scolding Yugo thatâs actually good. Cuz ngl Iâve been getting kinda annoyed that Yugo had just left Amalia to deal with the sadidasâ problems all alone.
If Yugo didn't have nightmares like these from time to time, I could have overlooked his decision to leave her to deal with it on her own. But now that we know he does get them, itâs a pretty big deal.
He confirms it to AdamaĂŻ when he tells him that his condition has been worsening meaning that heâs already used to it and yet decides to not say anything to Amalia AND KEEPS LEAVING HER DEAL WITH THE PEOPLE ON HER OWN. Now he obviously doesnât leave her like that during the whole day. Itâs just that thereâs a good chance heâs not there with her during the mornings. Like, imagine fucking a dude who keeps having PTSD nightmares every two nights. Now we know why she got pissed in Chapter 1 when he left her on the ground naked like that. Girl just wants to have fun and lead her people let her have her moment-
Also, we all saw this coming folks.
The blue cows are back.
Bro is trying so hard to be Eva. Look at him trying to visualize and zoom in on the wastes of spaces coming to the kingdom.
Also, I remember how some of us used to think that Aurora was pregnant which is why she mightâve had the balls to come back to the kingdom and try to regain her throne, you know, the very same kingdom THAT SHE FUCKING FLED FROM DURING A WAR THAT COULDâVE WIPED THE WHOLE RACE. The pregnancy theory was a common one to be shared around because the trailer for the manga did not show her stomach. Some of them also theorized that theory because it made the most sense as to why sheâd want to come back willingly whether her father wanted her to or not.
Of course, no shade to anyone who thought about this theory before but I love how they tried to justify her stupidity for returning by making up this theory.
Cuz it turns out that bitch wasnât pregnant after all.
Her stomach is flatter than a washboard and her return happened AFTER FOUR MONTHS (or around that number at least) so her stomach would have at least had a bump but she got none of that.
Judging by Yugoâs expression when he realizes them, he doesnât look like heâs surprised to see that theyâre coming back. He looks like heâs pissed off, annoyed at the fact that theyâre coming.
I initially believed that the reason why Yugo looked angry, instead of confused or shocked at seeing them come back, was because the royal Osamodas family might have been trying to return during those few months after season 4. But it turns out that this wasnât the case because when Aurora manages to re-enter the kingdom, Amalia tells her she didnât expect her to come back ever again. This means that the royal osamodas family only came back once. So Yugoâs only reason for being angry at seeing them mustâve been because he heard everything the family did through Amalia (including all the times the blue cow tried to marry Amalia off to one of her brothers AND THEN her cousin) which is pretty understandable to be pissed off about.
Finally, after a full week of waiting, the Sadida people make their presence known in this chapter AND ITâS EVERYTHING IâVE EVER WANTED.
We learn that the sadidas are annoyed that the elite eliatropes have not only stayed but that they also shared some of their lands.
I genuinely feel bad for this eliatrope getting criticism from this old sadida. True, they did come here and stayed but theyâre not even a lot to begin with. Weâre not talking about thousands of children eliatropes here. Weâre talking about 30 to 40 eliatropes since these were the bravest to have joined their mother and ALSO completed a lot of missions (that they knew of through the eliaculus) that involved putting their life on the line. So to hear these sadidas claim that they donât feel at home must say A LOT if 30-40ish eliatropes were able to make such a change. The old sadida man even said that they do not understand sacrifice as the sadidas do.
And thatâs something thatâs been bothering me since I learned that the sadidas werenât aware of the eliatropesâ past.
Didnât Amalia tell Yugo to explain to the sadidas their background?? It sure sounds like he didnât do anything about presenting his people to Amaliaâs. If youâre going to share a land with people youâve never seen before, you might as well present yourself, no? Because if you donât, tension and possible harassment are exactly what would happen to the eliatropes if they donât do anything about that topic.
I also wanted to point out how the people have been behaving towards Amalia in Seasons 1 to the Ovas. This is important to notice because these guys clearly love her and always think of her as a good future queen. We even get a confirmation in Season 4 that a lot of sadidas would rather have her as their leader rather than Armand.
So the fact that a lot of them are now feeling like theyâre not at home anymore because Amalia let the elite eliatropes stay makes them think as if theyâve somewhat been betrayed by her.
Translation for 1st panel: âYour father and brother would have never accepted this!â
Translation for 2nd panel: âHeâs right! We arenât at home here!â
Translation for 3rd panel: âThese eliatropes are not like us! Your father and brother would have never shared our lands!â
This is a very big shift from what we know. For once, Amalia doesnât receive smiles or praises.
A lot of them are now siding with Armand and her father, claiming that they wouldnât have let the eliatropes stay. We know Armand wouldnât have done that because he confirmed it to Amalia in Season 4 right after the meeting with the Eliatrope goddess ended. But Amaliaâs father? No. King Oakheart wouldâve welcomed them with open arms. He told Yugo that he had no problem welcoming his people (he said this in Season 2).
The sadidas were right about one of her family members not accepting the eliatropes and I believe it reflects how hurt they all feel about this decision. Because they have no one else to blame this decision on, they are trying to think that only Amalia in the royal family wouldâve done that so they immediately point fingers at her.
And then, as if things couldnât get any worse, the blue cows are officially back. And yes, Iâm going to call them blue cows from now on, just like how I addressed them in the beginning too.
Yugo: âSorry, I didnât have the time to warn you.â
Also Yugo: has the ability to create portals.
The Osamodas family is even more brain-dead than I thought.
Blue fat cow over here is saying âhereâs your legitimate rulerâ while pointing at another cow but she ainât even a Sadida. And then youâve got Amalia over here whoâs obviously royal Sadida blood so idk why tf the blue cow king would think he did something there. The sadidas just said that they donât feel at home cuz of the eliatropes so what makes him think the people are gonna accept a useless blue cow whoâs only not a Sadida but did nothing during the war? The sadidas are already pissed at not feeling like theyâre at home, donât throw more gasoline into the fire by claiming an OSAMODAS is fit for the SADIDA THRONE.
Yugoâs wave where you at?
The Osamodas King lost so many neurones when he stayed in that cave, he should just go back in there with his ugly crusty ass bats.
But itâs alright, Iâm not even mad (iâm fuming) because no matter how stupid and dumb the king sounded, if you look at chapter 3âs cover, the king doesnât look confident and cocky anymore.
Clearly, something mustâve happened in the throne room when he was spewing all this shit about Aurora being the âlegitimate heirâ because AGAIN, thatâs clearly Amaliaâs role so I genuinely hope that the sadidas were the ones who made the king frown like that. Because thereâs a gigantic possibility that they must have flat-out told the king to sit his ass down and remind him that he and his worthless daughter didnât do shit when the war happened and now he suddenly wants to rule them?? Of course theyâd get pissed by what he said!
The majority of them obviously looked bothered by what he had just announced as well. Everyone in the throne room looked like they were just shocked to hear him talk. EVERYONE.
So yeah, I hope I see this fatass get humiliated. Even the eliatropes are like âsir what the fuck are you doingâ type of shit.
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great minds think alike | bang chan
A sequel to blow my mind, read that one first!
Pairing âą Chan x GN!Reader
Summary âą After failing your test, you decide to go to the library to study. But when you get there, you see Chan. He wasn't the reason you failed, but he definitely didn't help. You said you weren't going to read his mind again, but after the first incident, he hasn't left your thoughts. It couldn't hurt to see what he's thinking about this time, right?
Genre âą college au, fluff, smut
WC âą 2.6k
Content âą sequel to blow my mind, no pronouns used but reader does have a vagina and breasts, mind reading, dirty thoughts about: asking you out đ„°, public sex, groping, thigh grinding, clit stimulation. Chan has an exhibitionism kink. Indented paragraphs indicate what's happening in his mind and not real life.
You really needed to bring your grade up. Normally you do alright, but that score was going to plummet your GPA. You never expected cheating to backfire so hard... but how could you possibly predict that the person you were mind reading would be thinking about sex the whole time?
This time, you'll be prepared the right way. You carry your textbooks and notes to the school library, and you're going to buckle down and study.
You enter the library with your foolproof plan in mind. You even set your timer for an hour, so you know when to take a break after all your hard work. But you freeze when you get to the tables and see a certain man already there.
Chan is studying too. You can feel your heartbeat thumping in your chest. After the test, you caught yourself thinking about him all the time. When you saw him, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to be around him, but you felt too anxious to say hi.
Safe to say, you've formed a little crush on him. It was embarrassing to admit to yourself, because you know how it happened. You read his mind, saw him fuck you on the desk, and now you want to hold his hand and kiss him.
Before you can even think rationally, you find yourself walking over to his table.
"Hey, mind if I study here?" you ask, mentally punching yourself for breaking the plan this easily.
He looks up, startled by the sudden intrusion, but his shock fades into a smile when he sees you.
"Go ahead," he responds. You pull out the seat across from him and put your stuff in front of you, as if you'll actually be able to get any studying done.
"Did you see your test score yet?" he asks.
"Yeah... let's just say there's a reason I came here to study."
"I didn't do too well either. Not bad, but not good."
"What happened?" you ask. You know what happened, but you want to see what he has to say.
"I, uh," he starts, and you see his cheeks start to flush. "I got a bit distracted."
'A bit distracted' is the understatement of the century.
"I hope I don't distract you, then."
He laughs nervously at your comment.
"Well, um, I'll get back to studying then," he says, and hides his face behind his laptop.
You open your textbook and think about studying, but you know you wont be able to resist peering into his mind. With the way he reacted, you know he's going to think about something interesting.
While pretending to read the book, you focus on him, and his thoughts gradually fill your head.
'Ok, Chan, focus. You can do this. Just... read your notes... focus... it would be rude to leave, right? I'm not gonna be able to focus like this.'
There was a small part of you that thought he didn't actually have feelings for you, and that he was just a pervert. But from the way he's struggling to study because you sat at his table, you can tell he really does like you.
'Do you want to go for coffee after this? No, that's stupid, it's too late to get coffee. What about... Wanna go see a movie sometime? That's stupid too. Ugh. How do you ask someone out without being cringy? Maybe I should buy some flowers? No, I'd have to carry them around all day like an idiot. This is too hard. I should just jump into a volcano. That would be easier... But this is such a good chance. I have to say something before I miss another perfect opportunity...'
His thoughts are racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out what he's going to say to ask you out. He said something about missing another opportunity... how long has this been on his mind? You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you think of every time you talked, wondering when he was thinking of asking you out. There have been a few times where he looked like he was going to say something, but just kept quiet. Was that him chickening out? Maybe you should put him out of his misery and ask him to dinner.
You tune back into his mind, just in time for him to imagine a scenario involving you.
He's sitting in the library across from you, exactly how you are now, but he's wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses.
"Hey babe, why don't you stop what you're doing and take a ride with me tonight. I'll make it worth your while."
He winks, and a motorcycle comes crashing through the wall to stand next to him. He takes a seat on it, and you run up to get on behind him. He revs the engine a few times to look cool. You wrap your arms around his waist, feeling his six pack through his shirt. Then he rides the motorcycle out of the hole in the wall and into the sunset.
You can't stop a chuckle from escaping your lips.
"What are you laughing at?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
"Um, nothing. Just remembered something funny my friend said earlier," you lie.
You both go back to 'studying'. That was a close call. Not that he would ever guess what you're doing, but you did want to see where that fantasy was heading. You don't have to wait long before another one starts again.
You're both sitting in the library. He clears his throat, and you look up at him.
"Sorry to interrupt, but... would you want to... maybe... go out with me?" he asks.
"No." You say flatly. Then you take your textbook and smack him across the face, before leaving the room.
'Chan, that would never happen,' he thinks to himself.
The daydream resets, and you're back where you were before, sitting across the table from him as if that never happened.
He suddenly stands up, grabbing your attention, and walks over to your side of the table. He sits on your textbook, forcing you to look up at him.
"We're done studying for today. I'm taking you out for dinner."
"But-"
"No buts. I won't take no for an answer."
"I guess I have no choice then," you say, giggling. He fixates on your smile, they way you look at him, your lips... and everything freezes.
Chan buries his face in his hands. He wanted to be a cool, suave ladies man, but even in his imagination he loses his composure when you smile at him.
It's cute to see him like this, reminding you of when you read his mind during the test. The first thing he did was imagine holding your hand. It's possible that his feelings have gotten stronger since then, because now he's struggling just to ask you out in his romantic fantasies.
He's still sitting on the table in front of you, and he takes your hand, pulling you up to your feet. His other hand cups your cheek, and guides your face down to him. Your lips press into his, and you melt into the kiss.
He breaks the kiss, and looks into your eyes.
"Let's take a rain check on dinner," he says, and his hands move to the bottom of your shirt.
"What are you-" you start, but he lifts your shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the side. He unclasps your bra and throws it somewhere as well, and he drinks in the sight of you.
"Chan, we're in public. Someone might see us."
"Good, let them. I want everyone to know these," he says, grabbing your tits, "are mine."
With one hand on each breast, he massages them, and kisses you again. His thumb grazes over your nipples, and you moan into the kiss. You can feel him smile, and he pulls at your nipples while he gropes you.
His hands travel down your stomach and to your waist. He's quick to unbutton your pants and pull them down. He massages your ass over your underwear, and his thigh parts your legs to rest itself under your cunt. You gasp, and he slips his tongue in, deepening the kiss.
You roll your hips, rubbing your pussy on his muscular thigh. He grabs your waist to help guide you on him, and you continue grinding on his leg as the feeling in your pit starts to build.
"Not so shy anymore, huh?" he teases. "You want everyone to see you humping my leg."
You roll your hips against him faster, trying to feel as much as you can between multiple layers of fabric. He watches your breasts bounce as you buck against him, and he sits there mesmerized at how good you look when you're fucking yourself on him.
Your alarm goes off. You both jump in your seats. His daydream instantly vanishes as the noise brings you both back to reality. You scramble to shut it off.
"Sorry, I forgot I set that alarm."
"Oh... Does that mean you're done?" he asks. He looks at you with sad puppy dog eyes.
'Shit. I was too busy being horny that I completely forgot to ask. Ugh.'
You decide that if you want to go out with him, you're going to have to ask him yourself.
"Actually, I have something I wanted to ask you," you say, and he instantly perks up. Your feel your heart beating, and you hesitate for a moment. You know he'll say yes, but you still feel nervous all of a sudden. Asking someone out apparently doesn't get easier even if you have nothing to fear. Finally, you make yourself say the words.
"Do you want to go out sometime?"
He pauses, and starts overthinking about what you could possibly mean.
"Um... like you want to hang out? Like a friendly 'go out'?"
"More like a date 'go out'."
"Oh... OH. Yes!" He coughs, trying to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, let's go out sometime."
He can't hold back the grin that forms on his face. "Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing."
"Really?" you say, feigning ignorance, "That's crazy. I didn't know you were interested in me."
"Yeah... I've liked you for a while," he says shyly, and his cheeks turn pink. God he's cute.
"In that case," you start, walking around to his side of the table and grabbing his hand, "there's something I want to do."
You pull him up to his feet, and lead him to the bookshelves. You walk into an empty aisle near the back.
"I really want to kiss you."
His face turns bright red, and you can hear the thumping of his heartbeat.
"O-ok," he stutters. He's completely different from the Casanova in his daydreams, but the juxtaposition is very endearing.
You cup his face and lean in for a kiss, and he kisses back softly. He doesn't know where to put his hands at first, but he rests them on your waist.
Gently, you push him back against the bookshelves and press your body into him. He melts into the kiss, and his confidence grows enough to lower his hands to your ass.
For the first time, his thoughts are completely silent.
You're the first to break the kiss.
"Do you want to go a bit further?" you ask.
"Further...?" he asks, and when your hands leave his face to travel down to his hips, his eyes go wide. "What if someone walks in on us?"
"Then they'll know I'm all yours," you whisper.
With the way you're pressed up against him, you can feel his erection forming. If his daydreams didn't convince you of his exhibitionism kink, this sure did.
He nods his head, and you lean back in for another kiss. You palm his crotch, and as you slowly stroke his bulge, you feel him harden under your touch.
He grabs your hand, stopping it in its track.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"Sorry, I just..." he hesitates for a moment, but continues, "I want to be the one touching you."
You remember everything he's fantasized. That is what he likes.
"Go ahead," you say.
He turns you around so that your back is on his chest, and he brings his hand between your legs. He kisses your neck while he rubs you, and you lean your head back into him.
His hand moves into your pants, and he feels the wet spot in your underwear. He moves it aside, and his fingers circle your clit. When he finds a spot that makes you twitch, he presses into it, rubbing it harder and faster until your body rocks into his hand. His other hand snakes under your shirt to grope your breast, and he plays with your nipple. He rubs it and pulls at it, earning a moan from you.
The fingers on your clit stroke you faster, and you can hear how wet you are as he moves in and out of your folds. The sensations from your breast and your core has you bucking wildly on him, and your ass presses against his dick. He buries his face into your shoulder, dampening the moan he lets out. He grinds into you from behind, with no rhythm in his movements.
You can feel your orgasm building, and you can't control how you hump Chan's hand while he continues his brutal pace against your cunt. He works his fingers, caressing your folds and rubbing a sensitive spot. You writhe under his touch, and you know you're close.
You feel the dam burst, and he continues to rub circles around your clit as you buck into his hand, riding out your high. His hand continues to hold your pussy as he humps your ass, feeling his own orgasm building. He moans, and his pace slows down as he finishes on you. You're both breathing heavily, and he takes his hand out of your pants.
You both lower yourselves to the ground in exhaustion, and you turn to face him.
He leans back against the bookshelf.
"You don't know how much I wanted to do that," he finally says, and you have to stop yourself from saying yes, you did know.
"Me too," you admit.
As much fun as it was peeping into his thoughts, the real thing felt way better.
"Do you... want to make plans for our date?" he asks. You completely forgot about that in the heat of the moment.
"Maybe we should get cleaned up before we think about next time."
"Oh, right. Do you want to come to my dorm to shower?" he asks, before adding "Just to get cleaned up! I didn't mean- unless you want to-"
"Yes," you say, answering his question before he overthinks and uninvites you. "I don't want to have to go home like this."
"Yeah, um, alright. Come with me."
You go back to the table to get your stuff, which thankfully is still there, and he leads you to his dorm.
You didn't end up studying, but you did end up with a boyfriend, and that's more important anyways.
Although he would argue otherwise.
EPILOGUE:
You're chilling in Chan's room while you wait for your final grades to show up on the school website. You check your phone, it's finally the time they said it would be posted. You both open the website.
"Yes!" he yells, "I got a 93%!"
You wait for the page to load, and when you see your mark, you breathe a sigh of relief.
You barely passed, with 1% over the failing grade, but a pass is a pass nonetheless. Your GPA fell significantly after you started dating Chan, but it worked out in the end.
He looks at your score.
'Wow, what a terrible grade.'
He looks back at you.
"Hey, you passed! Great job!" he says, and gives you a high five.
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Sorry to bother you, but the bodyguard post you did was just đ€€đ„°đ and I can't stop thinking about it day later
Have you ever seen Oshi no Ko? I'd love to see Bodyguard react to someone trying to do something similar as what happened to Ai.
Fans get wind their beloved idol might have feeling for her staff, so a crazed fan tracks down her private address. He plans to get revenge for "His idol cheating on him" but doesn't know there is a guard dog inside ready to bite any threat to his precious charge.
Sorry to keep ragging on about the topic, I just adore you work enough that it lives in my head rent free.
Happy holidays
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I sadly haven't seen Oshi no Ko, but your description sounds very interesting. Thank you for the idea! I've combined it with your previous suggestion, I think they work together really well. Happy Holidays to you, too! :)
Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (II)
Your new manager has sent you home for the holidays after persistent rumors surrounding you and your bodyguard. And, as luck would have it, the fan responsible for the accusations successfully sneaks his way in. Sadly for him, youâve never left the watchful gaze of your loyal, mean dog.
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]
TW: violence, threats, mentions of stalking
(Cover from the manga âA girl and her guard dogâ)
"Enjoy your holidays!"Â
The driver cheerfully bids you goodbye and speeds away, leaving you behind the imposing gate. You drag your luggage inside and nonchalantly toss it with an annoyed huff.
What now? You're all alone in a hollow mansion.Â
Early December you begun receiving worrying letters from a fan, making wild claims about you and your bodyguard. Naturally, you laughed it off. Your bodyguard found them equally amusing. So much, that he'd ask you to read them out loud as you rode him. "I w-won't stand for it. You know we ha-ave something special going on, (Y/N)-chan." You barely managed to form coherent sentences, feverishly clinging to the large man underneath you. "You heard the guy. Better be on your best behavior", he'd add with a chuckle, wiping the drool from your mouth.Â
The new manager, however, wasn't as relaxed about it. He couldn't risk tarnishing the reputation of his beloved cash cow, so he suggested you take a break from personal assistants until the rumors tone down. If you remained within your expensively secured house, you wouldn't need any guarding. So, he caringly prescribed a dose of homely isolation for the upcoming holidays.Â
"Don't be so dramatic", he said, "Jesus spent 40 days in the desert by himself. And he didn't have your indoor cinema or jacuzzi bathtub."
"Yeah, but he had the Devil to tempt him. Where's my bad guy?" You whined as a retort.Â
You let out another groan and throw yourself on the couch, fiddling with the remote. Kind of them to decorate everything for Christmas, you think as you eye the gigantic kitsch of a tree slapped in the middle of the living room.Â
Fuck. What an absolute waste of time. All because of one crazy fan. You almost wish he'd show his stupid face so your bodyguard could pummel it to bits and crumbles. You wonder what he's doing by himself. Is he going to be assigned to another idol? Probably not, two weeks is too short of a time for anything. You check your phone.
Suddenly, the screen lights up. A text notification.Â
"Bored?"
Heh. It's almost as if he can read your mind. You smile to yourself and type your response, stretching onto the sofa. Your little back and forth messaging goes on until you look up and notice the room has gotten darker. Already evening. You can hear your stomach growl, so you get up and drag your feet towards the kitchen, searching for takeaway fliers. If you're going to be under house arrest, the least you can afford is junk food.Â
Once you place your decadent order, you hop onto the counter and idly dangle your legs in anticipation. Your favorite off-duty guard dog has abruptly told you he needs to go and is now offline. "Something came up". What could possibly require his immediate attention? A mistress? You giggle at the idea. In all your time spent together, you haven't seen him glance at a single woman. If he must, he will engage with other people using one-word replies, visibly uninterested. You never considered him much of a talker, but his behavior with anyone else, in comparison, is downright hostile.Â
There's a rustling sound and you jolt. Was the food delivered already? It hasn't been that long. You jump off the marble countertop and freeze in place once you see the man standing in the doorway. His face is concealed with a medical mask and he's audibly panting, the hot air fogging up his glasses. You notice the knife in his hand.
"How rude of you to cheat on me so shamelessly, (Y/N) dear."
Huh? Your eyes widen in realization. Was this the crazed fan bombarding you with threatening letters? Your features twist in utter disgust, still transfixed on the weapon within his grip.Â
This little shit. Not only does he break into your home, but he decides to intimidate you with a department store kitchen utensil. Is that all you're worth? Is that any way to greet one of the top idols in this country?
You angrily pull the nearby drawer open and grab a long, sharp blade. The man tenses up and steps forward, but you stop him in his tracks, throwing the item at his feet. He stares at you, bewildered.Â
"It's a Yoshihiro Sashimi knife. More than your monthly income, most likely." You state as you leer down at him, grimace plastered on your face. "Pick it up like the animal you are."
He cannot move. Is this his beloved (Y/N)? Her pretty, innocent smile and sparkling eyes have been replaced by this hateful scowl. He feels like a cockroach about to be stepped on, a mere vermin invading her personal space. This can't be right. It's him that should be upset, he's the betrayed party. When has she gotten so...Ah. This must be the work of that bodyguard. He's always known. The way he looks at her, with a predatory glint as if marking his territory. He should've noticed earlier. Poor, sweet (Y/N), at the hands of a brute. Tears form in his eyes and he opens his mouth to speak up, but a burning blow assaults his back and everything goes black.Â
Your bodyguard casually walks in and lifts the intruder up by the nape of his neck.Â
"Are you okay? Did he touch you?"
You blush and wipe your eyelashes dramatically, releasing a gentle sob from your puckered lips.
"Touch? He almost killed me! I was so scared...I thought I was done for."
He frowns at your words.
"I'll take care of it."
You can feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach. As he drags the body out of the kitchen, you follow behind enthusiastically.Â
"Do it in the living room!" You almost squeal.
"Are you sure? It will get messy. I'm not letting this one walk out." He warns you with a worried expression.Â
"Yes, yes!" you nod, all bubbly. "Right here, next to the Christmas tree."
Once the gory spectacle is over, the bodyguard sprawls onto the sofa, exhausted. He exhales loudly and runs a hand through his hair. You are about to join him, when a thought crosses your mind.Â
"Now that I think about it, how did you know I was about to be attacked? That was some really extraordinary timing."
Out of reflex, he palms his pocket to check if his phone is still within his possession. Thankfully he hasn't left it in plain sight. You squint suspiciously.Â
"Are you spying on me or something?"
He remains quiet for a few moments and eventually lowers his head apologetically, avoiding eye contact.
"Forgive me, Miss."
When he glances up again, your small figure is looming over him.
"Wow, what a pervert you are." You push his chin up with your dainty fingers. "How will you make it up to me for such nasty habit~?"
"Is there anything you want me to do?"
"Good boy."
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â Fixated â
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Summary: You're determined to keep both your job and your relationship intact when there are rules against dating your coworkers. Your boyfriend is more determined to keep his tongue on certain parts of you he enjoys very much.
Warnings: Day 24 of Kinktober - Oral Sex, Munch!Spencer, multiple orgasms, face sitting, begging, slight BDSM themes, Spencer is a dom if you squint, reader calls herself a whore idk man this one just got me feeling some feelings.
A/N: I'm loving being back on track with posting now, and I'm hoping to get through a lot more of these tomorrow to finish up all the posts this week! Sorry again for all the late kinktober posts, but i hope you're enjoying them now that they're here đ„°
Months into your wonderful job in the BAU, and your possibly more wonderful relationship with Spencer Reid, you were all too aware of the horror stories of office relationships.
You'd spent enough time around a tipsy and lamenting David Rossi to know that there were some serious rules against office fraternisation, and every time those conversations happened, you felt a chill run down your spine at the thought of losing your job, or losing Spencer or both.
Spencer didn't seem to have such qualms. And recently, he was getting loud about his indifference to such rules.
From early into your relationship (read: since you'd first fucked and then decided you had feelings too), Spencer had been open about just how much he enjoyed pleasuring you. Before he'd even put a finger on your clit he'd fallen to his knees, and you'd somehow gasped out a sarcastic "so it's safer to kiss down there, too?" at him as he glared at you from his place between your legs.
You'd joked about his oral fixation many a time, catching him licking his lips as he stared at you like he wanted to eat you, or the way he enjoyed watching you with his fingers in your own mouth too.
Fact of the matter was, you could count the number of times you'd had sex without him spreading your legs and eating you out like a man starved on one hand. But that had always been with you on your back, in your own home, on your own bed.
Now, he wanted more.
He wanted your entire cunt and ass sat on his face, and he wanted it in the shitty motel you were staying in while on a case.
"Y/N, please, want to taste you so bad." He whispered into your ear as you poured yourself some shitty precinct coffee, waiting for the end of the day as you wrapped up your recent case.
You had one night left in the motel until you could be back at home
Honestly, you were going to give in, but there was something about his desperation that had you on edge, so sure that you were about to get caught because he wanted to make you cum so badly, and suffocate himself in the process.
"Spencer, not the time or place. What if someone hears you?"
"I don't care who hears, I just want you."
The words sent shivers up your spine and you were about to reply when Hotch walked in and dismissed you to your motel rooms, telling you to rest up for the night before the flight home in the morning.
Before Spencer could open his mouth again and say something incriminating, you had to beat him to the punch.
"Spencer, you can finally read that book I was going to lend you. It's in my room, you know the one I did the oral exam on in college." It was giving in, but you were still going to enjoy it as much as you possibly could, starting with teasing him the entire way there.
"Sure. Can I come pick it up now? We're driving back together anyway, right?" You nodded, and the two of you shuffled back to the car, trying to contain yourselves and walk a normal pace to not betray your obvious excitement.
The minute you're inside the motel room, he practically jumps you, pressing his lips to yours between small gasps for breath.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you, can't wait to taste you again." He can barely keep his lips off you while he straps you down, and you barely protest him taking such control, his eagerness doing a lot to dispel any hesitancy you may have had about seating yourself on his face.
"Are you sure?" You stutter out trying to ignore the shivers he's sending down your spine as his hands ghost over your clit, making sure your body wants this and is prepped for his tongue.
"I've never been so desperate for something in my entire life." Sitting himself on the bed, he greedily pulled you over him, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you suddenly into his mouth.
Shocked by his fast motions, you gasped out, grasping the rickety bedpost at first, trying to keep your breathing steady and your weight mostly off of him as he began assaulting your dripping cunt.
You'd been aroused before, now you were damn near feverish with want.
"Fuck Spencer," you whispered, hearing the sound of voices in the next room. It sounded like Hotch calling Beth and Jack to tell them he'd be returning soon. Wrapping a hand around your mouth to suppress the moans your thighs squeezed together quickly before you tried to relax as he continued.
He didn't respond but simply yanked you down further into him, slapping your ass to let you know he could take more of you, that he needed more.
You tried to fight it, but with his tongue so expertly working its way along all your sensitive spots and his nose wedged up towards your clit, you couldn't help but settle deeper onto him.
Panting like a whore, you began rocking yourself against him even as he worked you through your first orgasm, not showing any signs of slowing anytime soon.
Usually he'd mollified himself with one oral orgasm and then pushed into your cunt to spend himself inside you, but this time, he obviously wasn't finished yet.
Your entire body twitched in over stimulation, trying to pull away from his lavishing tongue, but his grip was strong, and your legs like jelly. You couldn't move as he pushed you over the edge with his tongue and mouth a second, third, and fourth time, enjoying how you gushed into his mouth across the hours.
You really had to collapse that last time, though, finally prying your lips open and using your safe word to ensure that he knew to stop.
"Good girl, baby, well done. You made me very happy, baby, you know that, right?"
You smiled faintly as you noticed the tent in his boxers, rolling over onto your back and spreading your legs.
"If you're done with your head between my legs, I can think of something else I want there."
He smiled like a kid in a candy shop and rolled back over you, ready to deal with the ache in his cock, kissing you with your own juices staining his lips.
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MY FRIEND, I ABSOLUTELY CAN!!!! đ„° Starting from the beginning...
PART ONE: ORIGINAL FILMANIA PRODUCTION & FATE
Itâs 2019-20, youâre Mile Phakphum Romsaithong, a very rich socialite who plays guitar. Youâre bored and youâve been thinking about getting into acting, and have been offered misc. BL casting opportunities before (1), but never really felt like any of them were For You, so you turned them down.Â
Then, one day, you find out that there is a BL currently casting from the studio Filmania, where the male lead is based on you (2), at least your public persona/physically/whatever. Being a puppy of a man, you are delighted, and go read the script, and then the books, and decide youâll go to the casting call for it.
At casting call, you re-meet Apo Nattawin Wattanagitiphat (3), who you went to college with and had a giant crush on (4). You guys hit it off IMMEDIATELY, chemistry unhinged, and get cast as Kinn and Porsche. Apo takes it, even though he has historically had a bad experience with the Thai acting industry (5). You are delighted by this incidence of FATE!!!!!!
PART TWO: IF YOU DONâT HAVE FATE ON YOUR SIDE STORE-BOUGHT IS FINE
The show gets dropped (6) Something something the authors, something something the company, whatever. I assume, if you are Mile, you are very sad! And if youâre Apo youâre also pretty sad, because it seemed like for once even with all the industry BS you had a cool dude on your side who you hit it off with, and it was gonna be a cool show. On the heels of that, if you are Mile, and have stacks of money, and see your college crush who is an unbelievable actor about to re-give up on acting and call it a wash, you are like, âwait, I have stacks of money and know everyoneâ.
So you, Mile, call up the head of the small talent agency youâre signed with, Be On Cloud, which is really just your buddy Pond Krisda Witthayakhajorndet in a fake mustache and a trench coat, and go, hey! So! Have you ever wanted to make television? I have a man here I CANNOT allow to be sad under any circumstances, and also, weâre really good at this and thereâs an audience here.
PART THREE: BE ON CLOUD, KINNPORSCHE TAKE TWO!!!!
Pond, being just as unhinged as Mile, thinks about it for a second, and is like. Well. How different can making television be from running an event planning company, which is my real job (7). Itâs just calling up a bunch of different guys who are good at their jobs and putting them in one place. And I know so many different guys! Letâs do it!
They get the rights (handwaves this I donât know anything about it) and jump into production. They get their shit together UNREALISTICALLY quickly (6), and on top of that, since theyâre starting from scratch and theyâre just A Bunch Of Guys led by Pond and Mile, they decide that their priorities are #1 making art and #2 making Apo happy. With regards to #1, they rework the script (8), hire the best acting coaches money can afford, and put the cast through character-building and intimacy workshops. With regards to #2, they toss out all the industry bullshit that has sucked for him in the past -- no more crew/cast hierarchy (9), no more homophobia on-set (10), no more fake fanservice (11).
FINALE: MIRACLES IF U BELIEVE ETC.
Magically, it turns out, when you create a great working environment, you get really, really good TV!!!!! Which means that their unhinged plan succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, and now Mile & Apo are internationally famous superstars who hang out 24/7 with their squad of 16 close friends, and we get to watch them do it. And it has been, genuinely, a fucking privilege.Â
To end this tale with a personal note, one of the reasons I allowed myself to get so invested in KinnPorsche so fast is because it was evident from every aspect of it -- the show itself, the BTS, the actors interviews -- that the people working on this show both really cared about the show and were genuinely having a great time. There is nothing like seeing art made by people who are passionate about making it!Â
Their enthusiasm, their hard work, and their obvious enjoyment of the process & each otherâs company are what made me feel like I could trust what they were making, because you could tell no matter what else it was, it was from the heart. And thatâs really something special! Especially in this day and age!!Â
And even though they could pull it off this time because of the circumstances (financial and social), I hope that it shows BL television CAN be made in a way that keeps the actors comfortable and safe and happy, and encourages change for the better across the industry as a whole. KinnPorsche shouldnât be the last wild BL passion project; it should be the first one of a new wave. (bangs gavel) Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
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Carmen definitely has black cat energy, maybe more akin to something like a stray cat (saying that lovingly) but definitely is more cat boyfriend than dog boyfriend. Have to leave him alone and gain his trust and then heâll be curious about you, and then wonât leave you alone đ„°đ
this is completely true, carmen is kinda stand-offish and reserved at first and he is horrible at replying and calling you back because letâs face it he doesnât really know how to communicate properly. but even after all that, all of that distance and reservations you force him to come out.
you drag him to a nice hole in the wall lunch spot, you take him for drinks, and then something just clicks in Carmen. Once he realises you arenât going to leave him stranded he completely opens himself to you, and donât try and tell me he wouldnât be the most clingy mf after đ this man is literally a toddler yall!
So why not a little drabble down below? A sneak peak if you will. itâs likes 200 worth of word vomit and thereâs allusion to smut to enjoy ;)
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The busy streets of the farmers market spilled into the morning traffic, as Carmen rushes between crowds with two cups of coffee grasped against his chest.
They burned, really fucking bad, probably searing a third degree burn right under his pelvis but god did he not care, his legs ran with the wind behind them as he tried making it back to your shared apartment as quick as possible.
He had only left the warm bed where you lay 10 minutes ago, only after you had thought about âhow good a coffee would be snuggled up hereâ and Carmen had shouldered on a flimsy fleece jacket and his house slippers before racing out of the house to fulfill your request.
He didnât regret it now, but he could practically feel his skin itch with a desire to feel you against him again. There had been a celebratory dinner of sorts for the beef after it got recognised as Chicagoâs up and coming restaurant of the decade. Carmen couldnât wait till you both made it to your apartment and just took your right there in the backseat of his car that now stood stationary in the parking lot.
Carmen can still taste you on his tongue and now heâs grateful he took a much needed day off to spend it with you.
Opening the apartment door, the smell of melted butter and grease washes over Carmenâs senses. Flipping of his slippers, Carmen past the kitchen, where used dishes lay on the stove top and the ingredients for pancakes lay open.
âBaby? I got our coffee?â Carmen yells out, and when there is no answer a sweat begins to break on Carmenâs forehead.
âH-honey? You there!?â Carmen yells louder, looking through the living room before entering the bedroom with haste.
âIâm right here Carmy, itâs alrightâ The sweet saccharine melody of your voice pulls Carmen from whatever fear inducing nightmare he fell into.
Youâre here, back where your supposed to be. Wrapped around the covers that smelled of the both of you.
âMade us pancakesâ You smile, the sun streaming in through the linen curtains so they dusted all over your gorgeous face.
If Carmen could shift his eyes away from you (which he canât) he would see the pretty tower of pancakes dripping with syrup and berries plated on the bedside table. Hell, if he saw how well done they were you feared the coffee might get thrown across the room and Carmen will drag you up to his face.
âGot us coffeeâ Carmen whispered, placing them to the side, forgotten as his mind was consumed with feeling you against him.
âJust get in here alreadyâ You giggle, before the sheets are thrown to the side and the warmth of Carmenâs body encapsulates you once again.
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Hiii, discovered your fics on AO3 and theyâre very my jam! If youâre still taking requests, could I suggest something where Jason rescues you, an angsty hurt/comfort? Maybe theyâre pining for each-other and maybe confront/confess their feelings, or are already together, up to you.
No worries if not đđ Thanks for the good words â€ïžđ€
Hey I know you! Thanks for leaving nice comments over yonder đ„° Idk if I really delivered on this prompt but I hope you like it anyway lol đ
I combined this prompt with another I received about Jason and the reader fighting before the reader is hurt/kidnapped.
jason todd x fem!reader. tw: creepy men, crime alley, injured reader, jason shoots people (đ¶whatta mighty good manđ¶)
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"If you don't know who this is, you shouldn't be fucking calling. Leave a message after the beep or whatever."
Beeeep!
"Jay, it's me. Can we please talk? You can't ignore me forever. I want us to fix this. Iâ" You swallow hard. "I miss you."
You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you think of what to say. You've already left three unanswered messages. There's no more for you to say. You just want things to be fixed.
You want your best friend back.
"Okay. Call me when you can."
You hang up and pocket your phone.
The fight was stupid. Jason doesn't respond well to being pushed, but you pushed him anyway. You wanted to know where he disappeared to at night. You were sick of the secrets, of always feeling like you were three steps behind, left in the dark.
If you really cared about me, you would tell me where you go.
Jason had stilled, expression cold.
I don't owe you anything.
Your voice had turned wobbly then.
Jay, don't I mean anything to you? I want you to trust me, I want this to be a normal friendship!
He'd put on his jacket and collected the few things he left in your apartment.
You're right. You deserve normal.
You haven't spoken since. At first, you thought Jason left for a few hours to cool down. So you gave him space.
But then hours turned to days, and now it's been a full week and a half since you'd fought. Last night, you broke down and cried. This is it. You've lost him for good.
Part of you fears the reality is darker than him just leaving. You've long suspected that whatever Jason goes out to do is probably illegal since he's always out at night.
What if you're called down to the police station to identify a body?
All those things left unsaid. Jason will never know you love him.
Screw this. You're going to his apartment.
It's late. It's really late, and this is actually not the best idea to carry out at eight o'clock at night in Crime Alley. There's a reason Jason always insists on hanging out at your apartment or at a cafe.
A man whistles at you down the street. "Goin' somewhere, girlie?"
This was a bad idea. Jason might be the one who has to ID a body tonight.
You can't remember which of these apartments is his. But you can't call him. He can't know you're here, not yet.
"You shouldn't be here, lady!" a kid shouts at you from a fire escape. "He don't like new people on his turf!"
You don't take the time to figure out who the kid means. Crime Alley is known for, well, crime. The sooner you can locate Jason's apartment, the better.
A group of men light cigarettes down the road. You pause and turn around. In the process, you stumble over a garbage can.
That instantly draws their attention.
"Well, what have we here?" one jeers. "You lost, sweetie?"
You run.
You don't care if it makes you look afraidâyou are afraid, and you're beyond caring. You shouldn't have come here.
You turn abruptly. You have no idea where you're going, but maybe if you act like you do, you'll throw them off. You take another turn, then another, and you look behind you to check ifâ
Wham!
You crash into a body. A muscled body, one that forces you backwards.
White, glowing eyes that smolder inside a red helmet meet your own.
Jason's never warned you about the Red Hood. He just tells you to stay away from the area altogether. You don't really need to be warned about Hood anyway. You know what he's about. You know you've probably just sealed your fate tonight.
"What the fuck?" he asks, modulated voice rough.
"I'm sorry," you babble. "Please don't hurt mâ"
Gunshots ring out, and you realize you've just stumbled into an active gunfight. With Red Hood.
Fuck your luck.
The gunmen have spotted you, and they take great pleasure in using you as a distraction; they fire at you instead of Hood.
He shields you with his body, blocking the bullets. It works until a flash grenade is thrown, and you're separated from Hood, ears ringing. You hit the ground hard from the impact, scraping your hands and arms.
Someone's arm wraps around your neck, and you're suddenly dragged backward. You scream, scratching at the arm, and a fist thumps your head. You blink at the pain, too dazed to keep fighting.
"We had a deal, Hood!" your captor shouts, arm tightening around your neck. "Let us go or she dies!"
"Negation's over," Red Hood snarls, and shoots all four men.
You cry as the shot echoes too close to your face and for a moment, you fear you've been shot too. The now dead man slips off of you, collapsing in a heap on the ground.
Your ankle protests when you step on it. In the chaos of the fight, you hadn't realized you sprained it. You trip and fall on your butt, scrambling away from the pooling blood.
"What are you doing here?" Hood growls at you, stalking closer.
You start to cry, edging backward.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your fight, please d-don't kill meâ"
You press down hard on your wrist and that hurts more than your ankle. You cry harder at the pain, grabbing your wrist.
Red Hood gets closer, and you try to scramble away with one arm and one leg. He kneels down and holds your good arm in place so you can't move.
"I'm sorry!" you say again, tears thick on your lashes.
"Fuck," Hood says roughly, and unlocks his helmet.
Your eyes widen as he pulls it off.
"Jâ"
"I told you to never come to this area, and you come alone, in the fucking dark, without a weapon? What the hell is wrong with you?" Jason snarls.
"Please don't yell at me," you whisper, covering your face with your hands.
You're shaking, adrenaline turning your stomach. A moment later, you throw up.
"Shit," Jason says and puts a hand on your stomach to help you sit back up. "Shit, I'm an asshole. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."
"I thought you died," you say, daring to look at him. "You weren't answering my calls, and you only go out at night. I thought..."
Jason immediately looks avalanched by guilt. He cradles you to his chest.
"Fuck. I'm sorry. I should'veâI thought it would be better, leaving."
"I didn't want you to leave," you cry, arms curling around his neck. "I love you so much, Jay. I was so scared. Don't leave me again."
Jason's breath hitches. You freeze, suddenly sure you've screwed it all up.
"Jayâ"
"Y'love me?" he asks, cupping your cheek.
You nod emphatically.
"Even though I'm..." He gestures to the helmet.
"I'm just happy you're alive," you say. "I missed you so much, Jason."
His arms tighten around you. "God, I missed you too, baby. I was going crazy not talking to you. I'm sorry I ignored you. Wasn't right of me. But don't ever do this again, okay? If I hadn't been hereâ"
He takes a shuddering breath and kisses your neck. You nod against his shoulder.
"I promise. Just don't shut me out again, please."
Jason's quiet for a moment. You can feel him thinking.
"This isn't gonna be normal," he says. "If-if we do this. This is part of me. Who I am."
"I don't care," you say. "I love you, Jay. Every part. Whatever that entails."
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Jojo characters reactions to you being hurt
(Jonathan, Joseph, Jotaro, Kakyoin, Dio)
(mentions of violence)
Jonathan Joestar:
âą Since he can heal, heâs not too worried
âą But heâs still freaking out a bit inside.
âą Heâs SUCH a gentleman
âą âAre you alright? Here, let me carry you.â
âą Even if youâre fine, this man is watching you like a hawk.
âą He just doesnât want to lose anyone else :(
âą If itâs a more severe injury, broken limb, stab wound, etc. Heâs more jittery
âą Like if youâre visibly in pain heâs gonna feel awful.
âą âPlease donât cry- it ok. Iâm here.â
âą If he canât be there, heâs gonna have Speedwagon or Baron watching you.
âą Heâll fight for your honor đ€
âą Heâll just do to your attacker what they did for you
âą And a little bit more đ€đ€
âą But heâs still honorable! So he wonât go too far
âą He knows youâre capable heâs just really worried and paranoid.
âą He just cares so much :(
Joseph Joestar:
âą Heâ s gonna be making jokes
âą Not because he doesnât care, he just wants to make you feel better
âą Heâs so confident itâs almost annoying
âą âDonât worry, Joseph Joestar is here!â
âą *wink*
âą But if someone did this to you, you best believe Joseph is messing them up.
âą âYou made a big mistake hurting Y/N!â
âą Itâs gonna be night and day
âą Heâs so gentle and nice with you
âą And then heâs beating someone half to death
âą If itâs a more severe injury, heâs PISSED
âą Tells Caesar or Lisa Lisa to watch you while he murders someone
âą Skipping the witty quip
âą Just going straight into destroying them
âą Heâs gonna be a lot nicer if youâre genuinely hurt
âą Doesnât want to make jokes if itâs more serious
âą âEverythingâs gonna be alright, Y/N.â
âą Heâs not leaving your side
âą If medicine isnât making you feel better, he will.
Jotaro Kujo:
âą If silent but deadly was a person
âą Heâs not even gonna have to fight whoever hurt you
âą Heâs just gonna walk up to them and theyâre already on their knees apologizing
âą âDonât apologize to me.â
âą Now theyâre desperately apologizing to you, and youâre confused cuz itâs just a scrapped knee.
âą Youâll have to tell Jotaro that youâre ok and itâs not a big deal.
âą Cuz at this point you feel bad for this random guy
âą But if itâs a severe injury
âą This person is fucked
âą Heâll make sure youâre ok, and leave you with one of the other Stardust Crusaders
âą And then Star Platinum is killing someone
âą And Jotaro is just glaring
âą You are not leaving his line of sight
âą âAre you ok?â
âą You wonât notice, but heâs gonna be hyper aware of what youâre doing
âą Helicopter parenting
âą Heâs gonna make sure youâre happy and safe.
Noriaki Kakyoin:
âą Heâs very worried
âą If itâs something small, heâs probably not gonna go after whoever did it
âą Heâs just gonna make sure youâre ok.
âą âAre you hurt? Let me see, Iâll help.â
âą Heâll patch you up, and youâll go on about your day
âą But if itâs a worse injury
âą Heâs FREAKING out
âą His eyes are going all wide and heâs gonna go straight to you.
âą If itâs an easier enemy, heâll stay with you and have Hierophant Green get them, or vice versa
âą But if itâs another stand user, heâll leave you with the Stardust Crusaders and destroy them đ„°
âą Heâs making it quick, cuz he just wants to make sure youâre ok
âą He feels guilty that he couldnât keep you from getting hurt
âą He doesnât want to seem clingy, but heâs gonna stay right by youâre side
âą âIâm sorry you got hurt. I wonât let it happen again.â
âą And he means that
âą Heâs going to keep you safe
Dio Brando:
âą oh boy
âą You gotta try and calm him down
âą Like youâre frantically trying to convince him not to kill this poor dude
âą âHow dare they touch you?!â
âą If youâre able to convince him to leave the guy alone, his mood will be soured, and you wonât hear the end of it.
âą But eventually heâll let it go
âą If youâre seriously injured, however, heâs not letting it go.
âą Heâs going to take his time and make them suffer.
âą Heâll have one of his lackeys take him away, and make sure youâre fine.
âą If youâre not, heâll get you the best care
âą And he WILL make this person suffer
âą âThey will not get away with doing this to you, believe me.â
âą Heâll do to them what they did to you, but tenfold.
âą And heâs gonna be clingy, but will deny it
âą Heâs gonna act like heâs on top of you 24/7 for your sake
âą But he was actually just really worried
âą He knows that he has many enemies, and doesnât want you involved
âą Heâs not gonna forget about it for a while.
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đ VALENTINES WITH JAEHYUN
ËË°âą*ââ· established relationship! jaehyun x reader
decided to do a little something something for jaehyunâs b-day and for valentines all at once đ
Happy Valentineâs Day my loves and Happy Jaehyun Day!! đ
divider credit @missroki đ
ËË°âą*ââ· JAEHYUN
this could honestly go both ways; either you celebrate both valentines and his birthday in one day or you choose to celebrate Valentine and his birthday separate depending how busy his schedule is
jaehyun always makes sure to ask you to be valentines the moment itâs Feb. 1, only once did it slip his mindâŠhe learned his lesson there when you were about to sell him on Twitter đ
for his birthday I feel like he would try not to make it a big deal but at the same time does just because he knows what some of the plans will be since he always ends up having last minute scheduling and wants to down his as much time as he can with you before said schedule
rarely do you guys have to reschedule thingsâŠbut SM can be a pain in the ass so you guys always gotta make room for everything
honestly for moments where you do have to reschedule, he just brings you along with him. man donât care about the public cause at this point SM is literally asking for it đđ»
everyday leading up to v-day he writes you hand written notes about the things he loves about you đ
letâs be honest hereâŠJae is a BIG romantic fellow when he wants to be. like yeah heâs all shy and flustered about it but itâs what makes you love him and it makes you wanna squish him for how cute heâs being
i see his ears turning red the whole time just because heâs that shy about it :( such a cutie
the sex; oh my gods itâs intimate and passionate as fuck!!! literally what you both will be waiting for by the end of the day (if yâall can even make it to the end of the day)
jaehyun would seriously buy you sexy pieces of clothing just to end up ripping it off of you đ€Ș
âIâll buy you new one baby donât worry.â
literally would tell you this just so youâre not worrying about the fact that he âwastedâ his money like that (man could care less because heâs pleasing both of yâall)
Okay but the after care???? honestly one of the best things he ever does for you đ©đ«¶đŒ
Always getting you water, making sure youâre okay, giving you a well needed shower cause babes yâall were nasty nasty that night WHEW đ
âYou did so good for me baby.â
like UGHHHHHHH man makes me feral honestly
if youâre feeling up for it, he would carry you to the living room and make yâall food đ„č
you would protest that this was supposed to be his day and you would be the one doing everything for him but he would always brush you off and tell you that he loves taking care of you even if it is his day
get married at this point folks cause I would đđ
honestlyâŠhe would propose
and I KNOW it will be out of the blue đ like youâre just chilling in the living room eating ramen together, watching whatâs every playing on the tv.
âwe should get married.â
YOU WILL LITERALLY CHOKE ON THE NODDLE đđ
âW-what!?â
âI mean why not? I donât think itâs a bad idea..do you?â
the puppy eyes he would give you
literally like this đ„șđđŒ
how could you say no???
had to make a little post for our Valentineâs boy Jaehyun đ„°
first time I do something like this and Iâm honestly thinking of doing more like this cause this was fun đ€
Lemme know what yâall think! Should I make more posts like this đ€???
Much love đ€
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What about an Eddie fic where they are at an award show nominated in the same category but they are exs. They ended things because right person wrong time type of deal. His career took off and hers was in the early stages.
And he wins the award and spots her in the crowd
Link for reference
https://www.tiktok.com/@editsmcu/video/7045316909562219782?lang=en
AN | I changed the prompt just a little but I hope yâall enjoy! đ„°
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Modern!Rockstar!Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.7k
Masterlist | Main, EddieÂ
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"He's going to be there, you know," the soft tone of her voice caused you to look up from your phone as you caught her eye in the mirror. Your grip around your phone tightened as her expression turned doe-eyed, "Eddie. His band is nominated for a few awards."
You knew that, of course you did. You wouldn't admit that you still closely kept up with what was going on with him. But, despite the fact that you'd broken up almost a year ago, you still cared deeply for him.Â
"Oh," you swallowed the thick lump that had welled up in your throat, trying to keep the tears at bay, "well, that's alright. These things will continue to happen and I'll just have to learn to deal with it."
"You'll be okay?" She finished up your hair and settled her gentle hands on your shoulders. She gave you a tender squeeze as you nodded, "if you need anything, you can always text or call me. I'm not your hairdresser but your friend too, and I'm here for you."
"I'll be alright," you promised, heart constricting at the kindness she displayed, "I'll just have to learn how to deal."
"You'll do great, my love," her smile was gentle, "you're solid gold and one day you'll find exactly what you're looking for."
What if you had lost what you had been looking for?
"Thank you."
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
Eddie was sprawled on the couch in the studio, scrolling endlessly through his social media. A heavy sigh escaped his lips despite his best efforts; he was feeling a type of way he couldnât quite explain. It wasnât bored or tired orâŠanything really, just sort of down.Â
âHey man,â Jeff sat down at the opposite end of the couch causing Eddie to lift his head in question, âI just heard that ummâŠwell, she is going to be there tomorrow night.â
Eddie tried not to let his face light up entirely but it was hard not to perk up at even the smallest mention of you. His heart ached as he pictured your face; it had been so long since heâd even seen you in person. To put it quite frankly, it sucked.Â
âOh?â He tried to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible but even he could hear the curiosity in his voice, âhow did you find that out?â
âSeth told me,â ah. Of course their manager would know all about that, âwonder why sheâs going. Sheâs not even a musician, just an actorâŠmaybe sheâs someoneâs date or somethingâŠâ
âDate?â and yeah he almost choked on that singular word. The idea of you going on a date made anger bubble in his blood, âyou donât seriously think that sheâs dating someone, do you?â
âI dunno man,â Jeff shrugged lightly, âI meanâŠyou were the one that broke up with her. And itâs been almost a year. She's going to date someone else eventually."
"I know!" He snapped, rubbing his tired face with his hands. Jeff recoiled slightly from Eddie's sudden sharpness. He knew that you were still a sore subject for him and he'd hope to negate any bad feelings by warning him that you'd be there. But now he was wondering if he'd made a mistake - maybe Eddie wouldn't even have noticed you.
"I'm sorry, Ed. You'll be alright," he offered him a tight lipped smile, "and it'll be over before we know it."
"Yeah," he replied dismissively, raking a hand through his messy curls, "let's fucking hope so."
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"You look amazing."
You studied yourself intently in the mirror, staring at the dark pink dress that you were currently sporting. Your mind had immediately drifted to wondering if Eddie would have liked your dress. He always enjoyed the fact that you were so opposite of him. Sunshine and rain, he'd always said, balancing each other out.
So much for that. But you tried not to dwell on the past. You'd already given into the fact that you would ever be completely over him. A part of your heart would always belong to him.
"Thanks," you smiled but it didn't quite reach your eyes. You were nervous going to the awards show tonight, even if you were just going to accompany one of your friends.Â
Your stylist touched up your hair and set your makeup before letting you go. After you slipped on your heels and waited for your ride, you couldn't help but go on to IG and scroll through photos of the red carpet to see who had already arrived.Â
Everything was fine until you reached a post that caused your heart to almost stop. There was Eddie, looking as gorgeous as ever, standing on the red carpet with the rest of his band members. You'd be lying if you said you weren't relieved to see that he didn't have a date.
Not that it mattered. Of course not. It was all peaches and he could do whatever he wanted. Even if it would break your heart a little further.
"Your chariot has arrived ," you looked up when you saw Angelica walk through the door. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw her standing there, looking as amazing as you hoped you did too, "ready to go?"
"Yup," you grabbed your bag and walked over to her but you could tell that something was on her mind, "what's wrong?"
"IâŠGareth texted me a little while ago. They're already all there," she gave your shoulder as a squeeze. You appreciated all the concern but it really wasn't helping. It would have been preferable to just have everyone ignore the blatant obviousness that Eddie would be there.
"It's fine," you insisted softly, "really. I'd rather just not worry about it at all. It is what it is; he broke up with me and that's it."
"Babe-"
"Seriously," you took her hand and squeezed it gently, "let's just go and have fun."
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
One of the many wonderful things about Eddie was that he didnât really care what anyone thought of him. Even as a world famous rockstar, he couldnât really be bothered to worry about that. So he didnât worry about the way he looked around the crowd, blatantly obvious as he scanned the sea of people for you. Unabashed and unashamed as ever.Â
Just when heâd almost given up, he found you. Clear across the room, looking stunning as ever and sitting among your friends. He knew them all and he knew that you wouldnât be anyoneâs date, not like that anyway, and that served to put him at ease. A silly, dopey little smile tugged up the corner of his mouth.Â
But then he remembered - you werenât his. Not anymore and more than likely never again.Â
âYou gonna keep staring all night?â Eddieâs cheeks pinked as he turned his gaze away and back to Jeff, âyou couldnât be anymore obvious!â
âShut up,â Eddie hissed as he shifted in his seat so he couldnât look at you as easily, âit was just one look.â
âMhmm,â he raised an eyebrow and pulled up his phone, showing Eddie a few articles that had already popped up. All about the two of you - speculation that this meant that the two of you were back together or fans attempting to manifest it, âyouâre only going to make it worse.â
Eddie folded his arms across his chest and shrugged, âitâll be fine. Letâs just hope this night goes fast.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
A few hours had passed, in relative ease and peace, and you were relieved to know that it was almost over. Then you could go home, have a hot bath with a glass of wine, and get some much needed sleep.Â
But then the award that Eddieâs band was nominated for was announced. You listened to the announcer rattle off the nominees, heart beating wildly in your chest as you hoped that he didnât win. It was so incredibly selfish, you knew that much, but it was just all too much at once.Â
Corroded Coffin won, which didnât really didnât come as a surprise to you or anyone else. It was a well deserved and hard fought win, and you knew it should have been them. You clapped along with everyone around you, watching the stage closely as the guys walked on, with Eddie coming up last. Suddenly it seemed like he was the only one in the room and you couldnât take your eyes off him. He looked good, but worst of all he still looked just like Eddie.Â
He hung back as the rest of the band all spoke, but you could see him scanning the crowd. When it was finally his turn, he laughed nervously before looking out into the audience and somehow managing to find you. His eyes looked with yours as a small gasp escaped your lips. You knew that he was aware that he was staring right at you. A smile spread on his face, easy and soft just like the one heâd blessed you with so many times. Despite everything that had happened you couldnât help but smile back at him.Â
It didnât matter what he was saying, you were only vaguely away of it, the moment was all that mattered. People scattered throughout the audience seemed to catch onto what was happening; you could hear them tittering about and looking at you and back at Eddie. It made your face warm up but none of that mattered. The moment belonged solely to you and Eddie.Â
Unfortunately it was over much too soon for your liking and the boys were herded off stage. You turned your attention back to the table and you could feel the silent questions being thrown your way. Ignoring them all you grabbed your glasses and chugged down the rest of the champagne.Â
What a series of unfortunate, or perhaps fortunate, events.
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After it was all said and done and you were ready to head home, insisting on taking a cab so and skipping the afterparty, much to Angelicaâs dismay, you made your way out of the building, heels in hand. It was quiet here and allowed you a few moments to breathe and absorb all that happened.Â
Then you heard your name being called out. Urgently and loudly, in a voice youâd heard so many times before. You had two options - keep walking and pretend you hadnât heard or didnât care, or face him. You knew which one you wanted, long before the opportunity had even presented itself.Â
You turned around and found Eddie running towards you, his curls bouncing wildly. He didnât stop until he was right in front of you, attempting to catch his breath.Â
âEddie?â your voice was small, so soft he almost didnât hear it. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, âwhat are you doing here?â
âYou,â he said softly as your expression turned doe-eyed; that look always made him look weak in the knees, âmiss you - had to see you.â
âYou missed me?â he nodded, taking a last gasping breath before straightening up and looked at you.Your brain felt like it was turning to much as you tried to process everything taht was going, âwhat do you mean?â
âI fucked up,â he shrugged and threw up his arms in exasperation. He was so mad at himself for ever letting you go, âI fucked up and I lost and I justâŠI really fucking miss you.â
âEddie, youâre the one that broke up with me,â you blinked back tears as he ran a hand through his messy curls, âbut now you miss me?â
âI should never have broken up with you,â he shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping those plush lips you so desperately missed kissing, âbiggest mistake ever.â
âThen why did you?â
âIâŠI thought I was doing the right thing,â he explained, âI thought I was going enough for you and with things really taking off with the band, it felt like I didnât have enough time for you and didnât treat you the way you deserve to be treated. It seemed like the right thing at the time. I figured that maybe you would fine someone that deserves you but honestly, I really hate the fucking idea of anyone else having you.â
âOh. Oh,â the realization crashed over you like ice cold waves, âwell, I admit the idea behind breaking up with me was admirable, but deciding how I felt wasnât exactly your choice. I never thought you werenât good enough or didnât give me enough of you. Eddie, I was so in love with you, nothing else mattered. We could have figured things out together - we always have. I never wanted anyone else, and no one even crossed my mind. Even now, almost a year later.â
âReally?â he choked on his question, feeling his own eyes start to burn with tears.
âYeah,â you promised him, reaching over to give his arm a gentle squeeze, âitâs getting late. I should head home.â
âBa - wait-â
âIt was good to see you,â and you meant it. It was good to see him, and hear him out, and maybe it would serve as a bit of closure. You tried to walk away, but he held onto your hand and gently kept you from walking away, âEddie?â
âWait, just,â he stammered as he tried to format even a coherent sentence, âI-I love you. Iâm still in love with you, I never stopped. Fuck, I donât ever want anyone else. No one, just you.â
âEddie-â
âGive me another chance,â those words made your mouth drop open as you blinked at him a few times, âplease. Iâll do anything, justâŠdonât walk away. I donât deserve another chance, and Iâm an asshole, I know that. But pleaseâŠone chance is all Iâm asking for. I donât think that this is the end of our story, I think that weâre-â
You caught him by surprise, cutting off his rambling by taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his. It was the first time youâd kissed him in so long, but it still felt so right, so magically wonderful. His large, warm hands settled on your waist as he pulled you into him and continued to kiss you deeply.Â
Neither of you were willing to break apart until you were both left dizzied and breathless. He pressed his forehead to yours, a smile dancing on his lips as you exchanged soft chuckles.Â
âYouâre an idiot, Eddie Munson,â you whispered before pressing a kiss to his lips, âbut youâre my idiot. And I think youâre rightâŠâ
âHmm?â
âIâve never thought about anyone else but you either,â that made his entire face light up with happiness, âand I think you and I have a very long story ahead of us.â
âYeah?âÂ
âYes,â you promised, âyouâre it for me, rockstar. You always have been and will be.â
âBaby,â he let out a slow breath, feeling like he was able to properly breathe for the first time in a long time. He took your face and peppering it in kisses, causing you to giggle at the ticklish sensation, âlet me take you on a date. Letâs go right now.â
âItâs almost one in the morning-âÂ
âAnd our favorite diner is open 24/7,â and yeah. You were in love with this fool, âand I donât know about you but Iâm starving. The little bits of fancy food they served were definitely not enough. Whaddaya say?â
âLetâs go,â you moved to slip your heels back on but Eddie stopped. He kneeled down and motioned for you to get on his back; you laughed but did so nonetheless, climbing onto his back as he held onto your heels. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder before closing your eyes and inhaling his familiar scent, âI love you, Eddie.â
âI love you too, baby. So fuckinâ much.â
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*wrote this for @vecnuthy's birthday, so here you go babe! i baked you a word cake đ„°đ*
*ao3 link here*
Nobody gets cool shit on their birthday after the age of sixteen - Steve stands by this statement firmly. That year, he got his permit. And by yuppie parent default-mode, he also received his first car.
He almost, almost had a quarter-life crisis on his twenty-fifth birthday. Steve was seconds away from buying a motorcycle. Robin was very dramatic about this decision, kept threatening to order his gravestone if he followed through on an impulse purchase.Â
This, however, wouldâve nullified his Adults Get Lame Birthday Gifts theory entirely. So Steve apologized to the salesperson, and tucked his credit card back into his wallet. Robin canceled the order on his gravestone as well, thank god.
Gifts have continued to be lackluster every year since then. And his 30th birthday is no exception to this rule.
A gift card from his parents. A pair of athletic socks from Dustin. And a t-shirt from Robin. Essentially, the starter pack of Welcome to Adulthood.Â
Except for one minor detail:
The shirt from Robin is exceptionally soft. Bamboo fibers or something, he wasnât really listening to her description. Even the color is soft. Muted red, almost pink. Everything about it is soft. Airy.Â
Touchable.
Okay - thatâs not an observation Steve makes upon receiving it. But itâs one that Eddie Munson will never let him forget.Â
The first time it happens is a week after Steveâs birthday. The two of them hit up a bar on the outskirts of town. A place Eddie frequents a lot, occasionally dragging Steve along as his Token 9 to 5 Friend.
âWelcome to the Dirty Thirty Club, man!â Eddie crows, already diving into Steveâs atmosphere for a hug.Â
âThanks! Good to see you, Munson.â Steve chokes out, returning the massive hug with a single pat on Eddie's back.
The guy always gives the most suffocating hugs, fucking cages Steve into his arms and steals the breath of out his lungs with one squeeze. Steve has to inhale through his nose, smells the soapy steam rolling off Eddieâs skin.
Shower. Eddie just showered before meeting him here. Itâs so fucking clear by the way he feels damp, smells clean.
Steve hates that he notices that. Wishes he didnât care about Eddieâs hygiene schedule. But the scent of shower gel is addictive, breathing it in fast. Big gulps of fresh air. Lungs extending like they can capture Eddie's atmosphere and keep it there.
Okay, seriously. Steve thought his Eddie Munson Crush had been buried with the rest of his trauma back in 1993.
âDude. This shirt is so soft, holy shit.â Eddie is rubbing his hand all over the back of Steveâs shirt, fingertips pushing into the fabric.
âUh yeah. Sure is.â
Eddie mustâve blazed up back at his place, itâs the only reasonable explanation as to why theyâre hugging for this long. Gotta be some strong shit too - strong enough to make him sound completely blissed out over a damn shirt.
Heâs is humming now, both hands petting Steveâs shoulders, one on each side. Pinching the material, twisting it till it curls around his index finger.
âGotta get me one of these bad boys.â Eddie chuckles, turns it into a playful growling sound. âCould touch this all day.âÂ
âI donât doubt it.â Steve does an awkward wiggle out of the embrace. He looks down at his shoes, cheeks growing warmer as he continues to take Eddieâs words entirely out of context.Â
Look, the sensible part of his brain knows that Eddie is talking about the shirt. Thatâs it. But the insufferably needy and more prominent part of his brain wants Eddie to be talking about himself in general.
That he could touch Steve all day long - shirt or no shirt.
Right. Steve needs a splash of water on his face. Could use a splash of water on his goddamn imagination too. Dilute the delusion for christâs sake.
It happens again about four months later. Lucas invites the whole crew over to throw a surprise party for Maxâs promotion at work.
Of course, Eddie is running late - he didnât fail senior year twice solely from his shitty GPA. But showing up late to a surprise party? Thatâs a new level of risky. Not everything has to be a thrill-worthy adventure. Ugh.
âMax should be getting off work right about now.â Lucas explains, peering around the living room. âSo everyone should head to your designated hiding spots.â
Nobody budges, just carrying on with their conversation.
âAlright, asshats - you heard Sinclair!â Steve snaps at each of them, glares for good measure. âFind a hiding spot or get the fuck out.â He gives a quick nod to Lucas, who still looks severely stressed, eyes ready to bust out of his skull any minute.
The coach-esque threat does the job. Everyone, ducks into place, voices descending into whispers. Whispers descending into shushes as the minutes draw closer to Maxâs arrival. Steve is folded up behind the couch, arms wrapped around his knees.Â
Thereâs a small creak coming from the front door. A few people yell 'surprise.'Â Steve peaks to the side to see Lucas shaking his head at them.
âNo, nobody move.â He instructs, voice caught between a yell and whisper. âI was just letting Eddie inside.â
Instinct takes over. Steve twists around the corner of the couch, needing to see for himself that Eddie is here. That he really came.
Clearly, he didnât move fast enough. Although he couldâve sworn he moved so embarrassingly fast that the vertebras in his back sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies (post-milk).Â
But no one is there. No Eddie. No Lucas. No one.
âWhat the-â Something grabs the back of Steveâs shirt, pulling at his collar. A few people start aggressively shushing him.
âChill out, Stevie.â Eddie is right there, meeting Steveâs face with a lopsided smirk. Heâs close, way too close. Still holding the collar of Steveâs shirt with one hand, stretching it out. Keeping them close.
âJust trying to check the tag,â He releases Steve just an inch or so. His voice is so hushed, the quietest Steve has ever fucking heard it. âWanted to see where I might be able to purchase such a godly article of clothing.â
âEver heard of a thing called boundaries?â Steve hisses, swatting a strand of Eddieâs hair out of his face.
âDoesnât ring a bell, sorry.â
They havenât talked much since that night, barely any interaction for four months. But watching Eddie lean in, angling his head lower to study the tag on Steveâs shirt, hot breath on his neckâŠ
It resets the clock. Flips the hourglass on Steveâs feelings for him.
Heâs infatuated all over again, and all it took was Eddie invading his personal space. Just like he always does.
âYouâll have to ask Robin.â Steve whispers. Tries not to flinch when Eddie smooths Steveâs shirt collar back into place. âSheâs the one that bought it for me.â
âDamn. Buckley has good taste.â
âSure does.â
No distance is created. Neither of them move away. Eddieâs eyes continue to sketch over every stitch in Steveâs shirt, every hemline. He seems hyper fixated on it, too fixated to notice Steveâs pink-ish cheeks, thank god.Â
If it werenât for the shirt, Steve would assume Eddie is checking him out, looking him up and down with a heavy gaze. Dark pupils, casted darker by the dim lighting.
âCan I?â Eddie raises a hand out to Steveâs shoulder. He pauses, lifts an eyebrow at the end of his question.
Steveâs jaw is too tight to answer or counter back with a joke about how Eddie never asks permission before popping personal bubbles. All he can do is nod a little too eagerly.
Eddie reaches into Steveâs sleeve, rubs the material from the inside. A small grin forms on his face. He looks so pleased, purely amused. Thatâs enough to untangle Steveâs muscles, relaxing under Eddieâs light touch.Â
But thatâs the other thing. Heâs barely touching Steve. Every now and then, his knuckles roll over Steveâs skin. Really, thatâs it, thatâs all heâs doing. And god, Steve craves more.
Eventually, Eddie switches it up, pinching the material between the pads of his fingers. He scoots closer to Steveâs side to do so.Â
Time feels paused. Time feels rapid. Itâs going nowhere and already slipping through his grasp. All Steve can think about is placing his hand underneath Eddieâs chin, bringing his lips up to his own. Kissing him till the clock stops ticking. Till the sand stops running.
âSoftest shirt ever.â Eddie gives the material a slight tug. Smiles wider.
Steve gulps. âIf you say so.â
âI mean, seriously - it must be made from the glow off an angelâs halo or something, cause damn.â
âYouâre a trip, Munson.âÂ
Steve has to keep telling himself that Eddie is obsessed with touching his clothes - heâs not thinking about taking them off of Steve. No matter how much he wants that to be the reality of the situation.Â
Itâs not.
They stay like this till the doorknob clicks, turns. Steve almost forgot that he was at a party, surrounded by other people.Â
Immediately, all of his senses flip back into Extrovert Autopilot. Everyone jumps out, yells a combination of surprise and congratulations (because they failed to coordinate that apparently).
He stays in this zone for the rest of the party. Talkative and breezy. Charming the pants off Maxâs coworkers with silly little anecdotes about her as a kid.Â
Steve is damn good at hosting. Itâs probably in his white-collar bloodline or some shit. Still, anytime Eddie walks by, he glitches up. Temporarily out of sync.
He doesnât get a chance to say goodbye. Eddie ducks out early, waving broadly before slipping through the front door.
Time does that weird thing again. Feels paused and rapid all at once as he watches the door shut behind Eddie.
âYou okay, man?â Lucas nudges him.
âYeah.â The gentle gesture returns time back to normal. Brings Steve back into this moment.
âDoing just fine.â
Itâs all he thinks about for weeks. Anytime thereâs a lull at work or a commercial break on television, Steve drifts. Pictures Eddie is in his shirt, the one heâs so obsessed with.
At first, itâs just that. Basic. Eddie standing in front of him, wearing that muted red, almost pink, shirt. Sometimes smiling, sometimes expectant. Either way, itâs always enough to make Steveâs neck feel flushed, creeping up to his cheeks.
Gradually, it evolves into something more complex. A fantasy, almost dreamlike. He imagines Eddie running his hands all over himself, his torso, his chest. The thin material of the shirt moving and shifting under his palms. His head tipping back, lips plush and red from where heâs gritting down, biting hard. Holding back sounds.
Those images get Steve in trouble. Panting on conference calls and boners at his work desk.Â
Heâs alone in his apartment when it grows, branches off into darker urges. Desires. Steve glances down at the floor, canât help but wonder what Eddie might look like down there, staring up at him. Wearing Steveâs clothes. Begging Steve to take them off. Rip them, ruin them.
âThat fucking does it.â Steve scolds himself, scolds his dick too. Heâs calling Eddie Munson right now - before he has time to overthink it.
His hand is trembling as he picks up the house phone, dials out the number he didnât even know he had memorized. The trembling thing is kinda embarrassing, but it's still better than sticking it down his pants and jerking off while the Cooking Network plays reruns in the background.
Every ring feels drawn out. Stretching time like taffy.Â
Eddie picks up on the fourth taffy-length ring. âEddie here.â
âHey, man.â His voice comes out all strained, bone-dry.
âShit. That really you, Harrington?âÂ
Apparently his voice comes out unrecognizable too.
âThe one and only.â
Eddie snorts loudly into the phone speaker. âDoubt that very much - seems like a common enough name.â
âYeah yeah, whatever, smartass.â Steve rubs his neck, scratching his skin. Working his way to extracting the words out of his throat. âSo um⊠you busy tonight?â
âNope.â Eddie answers.
âCool. Me neither.â
Thereâs silence after that. Well, almost silence. Just a slight hissing sound from the phone line can be heard. Not enough sound to make things less awkward though.
Steve has no good reason to be so antsy, so wired with anxiety. Theyâve been friends since metaphorical shit hit the metaphorical fan back in â86. So being outwardly weird around Eddie? Itâs too damn fishy.Â
âIs that it?â Eddie says. âDid you just want to bond over our empty schedules?âÂ
Of fucking course, Eddie would call Steve out on his weird bullshit. Doesnât know subtlety if it bit him in the ass.Â
Bad time to think about Eddieâs ass.
âCome over.â Steve blurts out. Needs to say something before a parade of ass-centric images start back up in his mind. âI ordered way too much takeout and there's a stack of movie rentals that I need to binge to minimize those late fees, so yeah⊠come over.â
No response, even the background hissing from the speaker cuts out. Maybe the phone line went dead. Or maybe Eddie hung up. Wouldnât be the first time heâs abruptly ended a conversation, perpetually flouncing to whatever is new and shiny. Always distracted.Â
âWhat kind of takeout?â He finally responds.
âThe Greek place with the kickass tzatziki sauce.â Steve smirks, already knows the answer before Eddie can utter another word.Â
âIâll be there in an hour.â
Eddie arrives in less than an hour, actually. Knocks on Steveâs door exactly 51 minutes after Steve gets off the phone with him. Itâs slightly disturbing that Steve suddenly turns into a math whiz when heâs fawning over someone.
Someone that fawns over his clothes more than him, but who gives a shit about logistics?
âFucking starving.â Eddie says, slamming the door behind him.Â
Steve smiles, motions his head toward the kitchen. âHelp yourself, dude.â
The plan is so stupid. Half-baked at best: get Eddie out of his shirt (and jacket), and into Steveâs shirt instead. Thatâs it. Thatâs all Steveâs got so far.
But itâs better than nothing. So what the hell? Itâs worth a shot.
He waits until Eddie has stuffed his face with a decent amount of spanakopita, fully reclining on Steveâs couch. Looks incredibly comfy, too comfy to move.
Good.
Steve grabs the strawberry sorbet from his freezer, the one Robin forced him to buy after going vegan last spring. He scoops a bowl for himself and a bowl for Eddie. Exhales the last bit of his self-respect before returning to the living room with the most boring dessert option ever.
âHere you go.â Steve says.
Eddie scrunches his nose at it. âThe fuck is this?â
âSorbet.â
âWhy am I not surprised that the former rich kid prefers sorbet over ice cream?â
Steve sputters, takes the bowl back before it further offends Eddie somehow. âThatâs not⊠I didnât⊠itâs actually-â
âDeep breath, Stevie. Iâm just teasing you.â Eddie yanks the bowl back, shovels a brain-freezing amount into his mouth. âFar too easy, by the way. Give me a bit of a challenge next time. Makes it more fun⊠for one of us, at least.â
âFun. Sure.â
âThe one of us being me.â
âGot that.â
Steve decides to take Eddieâs âchallengeâ remark as the perfect cue to set his stupid plan into action.
Steve pretends to shift around on the couch cushion, getting situated. Does this until he âaccidentallyâ fumbles the sorbet. Spills it all over Eddieâs clothes, his distressed black shirt, his dark gray sweatpants. All of it. Makes a much bigger mess than he intended to.
Eddie jumps up. âGoddamnit, Harrington!â
âI am so sorry!â No heâs not. If anything, his apology is more smug than sincere.
âThis shit is sticky as hell.âÂ
âReally sorry, man.â Steve hands Eddie a few stray napkins, like thatâs going to make a difference.
âDonât be. It was an accident.â
Except it wasnât. It was one of the most juvenile tactic that Steve has ever pulled. Truly, it tops the overused movie theater-yawn tactic.
âHere - let me get you a change of clothes.â Steve offers, already heading to his bedroom. Heâs walking and talking and fucking fidgeting. Suddenly paranoid that Eddie can see right through him, see all his desperation on display. Splattered everywhere like strawberry sorbet.
He turns back around for a split second. âIâll throw those in the wash. Have them dry and ready to wear again by the time you head out.â
âOhâŠâ Eddie keeps patting down his clothes with a sopping napkin, barely listening. âYeah, sure. Thanks.â
âNo problem.â
His acting performance is fucking dismal. Over the top. Porno-level obvious. Must be karma for all of those times he gave Robin and Eddie shit about being in an improv club. Makes a mental note to never mock their nerdy hobbies for the rest of his life.
âWell, it must be my lucky night.â Eddie calls out from the bathroom door, causing Steve to wince at the sheer volume.
âWhat makes you say that?â
âBestowing the holy grail of shirts upon me? Allowing me even one hour in downy-soft paradise?â Eddie is using that tone, the one thatâs boozy and savory. Borderline mean. Equally hot and annoying. âPossibly the greatest of olive branches you couldâve offered up.â
âChrist, youâre dramatic.â Which is so hypocritical after the stunt he just pulled.
The bathroom door swings open and nothing couldâve prepared Steve for how good Eddie looks in his clothes. The shirt is snug through the sleeves, loose through his chest. Makes Steve realize how differently built they are. The waistband on the athletic shorts is sitting low on his hips, maybe a size too big. If they were any bigger, theyâd slip right off. Landing all tousled around his bare feetâŠ
Okay, Steve has got to snap the fuck out of it. He rubs aggressively at his eyes. Needs soap or military-strength detergent to fucking cleanse whatever is going on with him lately.Â
âWe could watch something.â Steve says, even though thatâs exactly what heâs already doing.
Watching.
Eddie shrugs. Leans against the wall. âWe could.â
âOr⊠I donât know.â Steve canât rip his gaze away from Eddieâs arms. His pale skin looks even lighter against the reddish tones. The waves and curls of black ink look even darker. Just a splash of color has turned him into a landscape of extremes.Â
âYou donât?âÂ
âUmâŠâ Steve flops, flounders. Scrambling for an idea. A coherent thought. Anything. âCards. We could play cards.â
Eddieâs forehead wrinkles, then quickly straightens back out. Nodding politely. âSure, we can do that. If thatâs what you want to do.â
Steve mumbles something about grabbing a card deck from the storage closet, although heâs pretty sure itâs unintelligible. Makes a quick escape, jogs at the weirdest tempo known to mankind.Â
Flirting with a longtime friend is throwing him for a loop. Many loops actually. Theme park amount of loops. All of his usual ease and charm are being denied access. Not tall enough to ride this ride.
The closet is packed with junk, so finding a deck of cards is obnoxiously difficult. Heâs tossing coats into piles and shoving shoes into corners. Between his nerves and his determination, Steve is working up a goddamn sweat.
âNeed a hand in here?â Eddieâs voice startles him. Steve jolts backwards, straight into a shelf of puzzles. Tons of pieces go flying, some landing in Steveâs hair. Redecorating the fucking closet with tiny bits of colored cardboard.
Fantastic.
Eddie backs away, arms crossing into his chest. âJesus, man. Youâre freaking me out.âÂ
âSorry.â Steve says. Shakes the puzzle pieces out of his hair.
âIs it the shirt?â The question sounds genuine. No jokes, no sarcasm. âDoes it look that bad on me?â
âOh.â Steve doesnât know how to respond. The shirt looks amazing, thatâs not the problem at all. Itâs just⊠âUm, actually-â
âLook, I know Iâm not a pastel heartthrob.â Eddie gestures directly to Steve before waving his arms around. He starts pacing in the tiny closet, just ranting away. âAnd letâs fucking face it. Iâm not getting any younger, so I doubt I can pull off this slim-cut style the way I used to⊠but come on. It canât be that repulsive, right?â
âEddie.â Steve frowns.Â
âShit, that bad?â Eddie smacks a hand to the top of his hand. Grabs a fistful of his hair and looks down at the shirt, still rambling. âWeâre using first names now? Whatâs next? Gonna bust out my full legal name? My birth certificate? Then weâll really mean business.â
Okay, yikes. And Steve thought he was the stressed one. This is going south very, very fast. He needs to curb the self-destruction thatâs happening in front of him. Just⊠reach out.Â
âHey.â And Steve does. Literally. He places a hand on Eddieâs shoulder, sucks in some courage. He waits until Eddie makes eye contact, breathes at a less neurotic speed. Then he exhales all the courage. Turns it into honesty instead. âYou look⊠you look good.â
Eddie scoffs. âYeah right.â
âNo, I mean it. Itâs different. But in a good way.â Steve skims his nails against the fabric, drawing shapes into Eddieâs shoulder. âI like it.â
âYou do?â
Steve nods. Bites down on his lip, flicks his eyes to Eddieâs mouth. âLike it on you.â
The energy between them is thick, clinging to Steveâs skin. Itâs new except itâs not. Steve has felt it before. At the bar, the party, that random Thursday in 1993. He recognizes the flex and curl in his stomach as Eddie takes one step forward, then two. The feeling is familiar and strange combined. Knotted tight.
Eddie raises an eyebrow before taking another step. Like the day behind the couch. Quiet permission, one he doesnât ask for often. Only when it means something.
Steve lets the hand on Eddieâs shoulder fall slowly. Catching the material at the bottom, tugging it forward. Prays to fucking god thatâs all the permission Eddie needs.
âYou were right.â Steve lets his hand drift back up, landing in the center of Eddieâs chest. Wrinkling and smoothing the fabric underneath. âIt really is soft.â
Eddieâs breath hitches up. âYeah?â
âYeah.â Steveâs voice drops lower, richer. âCould touch this all day.â
Eddie thumbs over Steveâs bottom lip, drifting into the small space between them. He places both hands on Steve's cheeks and kisses him firmly. Steve presses in deeper, breathes out through his nose so that he doesnât have to break away.Â
Itâs so good, kissing like theyâre teenagers behind the bleachers. So swept away in the heat and hunger that theyâd be late for class. Showing up to study hall with blotchy skin and achy lips. They keep kissing just like that. Feeling, exploring. Lingering in all the areas that seem to make the other person hum or gasp.
âSteve.â Eddie whispers. His hands push up into Steveâs hair, combing it back, pulling in down with an edge. Hard enough to make Steve tilt his head, mouth dropping open.
âYeah?â Steve replies. Barely a question, too lost in the feeling of Eddieâs lips on his neck.Â
Eddie rubs his mouth over the edge of Steveâs jaw. âYouâre soâŠâÂ
The sentence stops right there, never gets finished either. He nuzzles over the wet spots of skin covering Steveâs neck. Marks them all up with a gentle nip, not enough to leave bruises. Just enough to make Steve shiver.
Steve is making so many breathy noises, which should be humiliating. Pathetic for someone whoâs had fucking loads of first kisses, even more makeout sessions.
But none of that really matters, his age or experience or slutty track record. Nothing counts when being kissed like this. Nothing can stop Steve from taking this moment, eating up all of the sounds and sensations.Â
Fuck, he wants all of it. Wants Eddie closer somehow, on top of him, beneath him, surrounding him.
He canât stop tugging at Eddieâs shirt, wellâŠÂ his shirt. No doubt that itâs stretching out, close to ripping it. Keeps pulling it anyways - dragging Eddie into him till Steveâs back is pressed up against the wall.
âCome here.â Steve curls a finger under Eddieâs chin, brings his face back up to him. Not nearly done kissing him stupid, square on the lips. His mouth is warmer now, a few degrees hotter from sucking Steveâs neck. Licks into Steveâs mouth, gets him to whine at how good it feels.Â
The washing machine timer goes off, buzzing throughout the whole apartment. But Steve canât let this end, he canât.
Except for the buzzing wonât let up. Continuously interrupting all the delicious noises that Eddie makes whenever Steve bites over his bottom lip, gets it nice and puffy between his teeth.Â
âShould we...?â Eddie smushes his nose into Steveâs before motioning to the door.Â
âYeah probably,â Steve unclaws his hand from Eddieâs waist. Kisses him once more before sliding out of reach.
As he walks down the hallway, heading into he laundry room, he hears it. Eddieâs voice, still inside the closet. Chanting the same phrase over and over again:
âHoly shit, holy shit, holy shit. Holy fucking shit!â
Steve cracks a smile. Kind of hard to believe his heart is chanting the same damn phrase. So full of adrenaline, fucking crumbling under this wave of raw emotion.
Really, he never thought heâd find himself in this situation. Holding Eddieâs clean clothes in one hand, thumbing over his kiss-bitten lips with his other hand. Impatiently craving to get back to where they left off, hopefully on the couch or bed or floor this time.
âHurry it up, will ya?â Eddie whistles behind him.
âWhatâs the rush?â Steve tosses the clothes into the dryer, doesnât turn around because his self-restraint will be fucked if he does.Â
âMy lips are getting cold.â
âThatâs the best line you got?â
âFor now, yeah.â Eddie says. âYou sucked out all of my brain cells with your mouth. Canât expect me to be Swayze-level smooth after something like that.â
No way heâs allowed to be so damn cute comparing himself to Patrick Swayze. As if they're even in the same league. Endearing, really.
âYou can head back to the living room. Iâll be there in a minute.â Steve pushes a few buttons on the dryer. The timer starts, another reset on the clock.
Feelings that flip the hourglass once again.Â
He really fucking hopes it never runs out this time.Â
Eddie is perched on the floor, flipping through the channels on the tv. He's squinting at the harsh light because for some insane reason, he always insists on watching the tv in total darkness.
Even thatâs cute now. Annoyingly cute.
Steve joins him on the floor, instantly slouching into Eddieâs arms because he can do that now. Completely allowed to be sweet and gross and smitten.Â
âGuess my theory was wrong after all.â
âHm?â Eddie replies, still mindlessly channel-surfing.
Steve gives Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek (because he can do that now too), and looks at the shirt. Muted red, almost pink. Soft and touchable. âApparently, you do get cool birthday gifts as an adult.â
âWhat are you mumbling about?â
This thing between him and Eddie. It feels longer than running sand or ticking timers. Longer than their years of friendship. Maybe not timelessâŠ
âIâll tell you later, Eddie.â
But pretty damn close.
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I always come to your inbox to drop idea for kicking your imagination so I was thinking about Javi P. Especially him saying he resigned form DIA that morning and can you imagine him immediately getting kiss cuz âthatâs the hottest thing you ever said to me babeâ because they can finally start they dream - having family at his pops ranch. Chucho seems like the best father in law. I want this man as a bestie for Javis girl
Thanks nonnie for this request. Iâm sorry it took so long đ„°
Forever Starts Today
Pairings: Javier Pena x f!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, breeding kink, shower sex, soft morning sex, javi is a cowboy, just horny/domestic Javi, mentions of starting a family, cursing, fluff.
Comments and reblogs really appreciated đ„°
A tired yawn slips past your lips as you lift Rosaâs file, checking what medication sheâs due when a soft knock at her door startles you.Â
âGirl, your man is at the nurse's station looking for you.â Your eyes flick towards the clock - 7:30, half an hour left - before meeting Mariaâs gaze and nodding as she takes the clipboard off you.Â
âSeems a bit on edge. If you wanna head out early, Iâll cover for you.âÂ
âThanks,â you say with a smile as you walk out of the room. It doesnât take long to spot Javi, leaning against the wall with his legs crossed. His suit is a little wrinkled and his tie is loose around his neck. He lets out a frustrated sigh as his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose and you know heâs stressed.Â
âHey,â you call softly and he smiles when he locks eyes with you but it doesnât quite reach his eyes.Â
âHermosa.â He pushes off the wall and walks with determination towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. With his face buried into the crook of your neck, he lets out a contented sigh.Â
âEverything ok?â His arms, which are circled around your waist, pull you closer. âIt is nowâ, he whispers, his breath tickling the skin of your neck.Â
âMariaâs gonna cover for me. Why donât we head home?â He hums softly, kissing your neck before pulling away. His tired eyes take you in and he leans in and kisses you gently on the lips before taking your hand in his and leading you out of the hospital.Â
He doesnât say much other than to ask you how your shift went and the drive home seems longer than usual. When you both finally cross the threshold of your home, Javi is quick to throw his keys on the kitchen counter before grabbing a glass and filling it with whiskey.Â
âBad day, huh?â His gaze meets yours and he lets out a long sigh. âSomething like that. Amor, thereâs something - fuck - maybe you should sit.â
He places his hand on the small of your back and leads you to the couch. Taking a seat beside him, you rest your hand on his thigh as he leans back, resting his head against the back of the couch.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Javi? You know you can tell me anything, right?â His eyes open and his tired gaze lands on you as a soft smile edges its way onto his face. âI know, amor. I, fuck - I resigned from the DEA.âÂ
Youâre stunned into silence.Â
He resigned. You never thought youâd see the day. Your lack of response has him on edge and he reaches out and caresses your cheek softly with his thumb. âHermosa, say something.âÂ
Broken from your trance, you let out a squeal as you move your legs over his lap so you're straddling his thighs. Grabbing his face between your hands you pepper kisses along his cheeks and lips.Â
âYouâre - youâre not mad?â He questions with a smile. Shaking your head you lean in and kiss him hard on the lips before pulling away and resting your head against his.Â
âBaby, this is the best news ever. Itâs like - the hottest things youâve ever said to me.â Javi laughs. His head is buried between the curve of your breast as his shoulders shake from the force of it. You havenât seen him laugh like that in a while.Â
âWhat?â You ask with a smile. His eyes meet yours and he gently reaches out to move a strand of loose hair behind your ear. âItâs not the hottest.â
âOh no, it is.â He continues to laugh as he wraps his around your waist, pulling you flush against him. âSo, what now?â
âItâs up to you, amor. We can stayâŠ.â You cut him off with a shake of your head. âLetâs go home. To America. To Laredo. Iâm sure Chucho will be thrilled to have us back.â
Javiâs heart flutters at your words. His face is full of love and adoration as he looks up at you in his arms. âYeah? Is that what you want, Hermosa?â Want to settle down back on the ranch and have a family?â
âYes. Thatâs what I want.â You rest your head against him, his brown eyes are full of warmth as they stare back.Â
âThank you, mi amor,â he whispers and you furrow your brows in confusion. âFor what, Javi?â
âFor being so understanding. I was - fuck, I was nervous as hell on the way to the hospital thinking youâd be upset I left my job. Lost all that good money andâŠ.â You quiet him with a finger on his lips.Â
âYou donât have to thank me. Youâre my husband and I love you. Iâm always gonna support you. No matter what.â
âTe amo, mi amor.â He pulls you in for a searing kiss before gently laying you back on the couch, his body covering yours as he begins to strip you out of your clothes.Â
âLetâs say goodbye to the apartment Pena style,â he murmurs as he kisses his way down along the curve of your breast, disappearing between the apex of your thighs. âOh!â
***
You didnât accept the transfer the hospital was offering you, instead choosing to work at a local health clinic near the ranch. The hours were better allowing you to spend more time with both Pena men.Â
It was a nice change of pace and Javi was a different man now that he wasnât always looking over his shoulder. He took to ranch life better than you had hoped and he seemed happier.Â
Pulling up the long drive to the house you spot Javi in the distance on his horse Cash and the sight of him - dressed in his dark denim jeans, chequered shirt and that damn cowboy hat - has heat pooling between your legs.Â
When you pull up at the house you dash inside and up the stairs to your en-suite, stripping out of your scrubs and into the large walk-in shower. The warm water relieves the ache in your muscles but does little to quell your growing arousal.Â
With a featherlight touch, you skim your fingers along the skin of your stomach until you reach your bundle of nerves. You begin to rub in a slow circular motion, a soft gasp escaping your lips.Â
âStarting the fun without me, Hermosa?â Javiâs deep drawl startles you and you almost slip when his warm hands catch you around the waist, pulling your back flush with his chest. His bare chest. âJesus, Javi. You scared the shot outta me.âÂ
His soft chuckle makes you smile and you slowly turn in his embrace, eyes quickly taking him in before you meet his gaze. âHowâd you get here so fast?âÂ
His eyes, which are blown wide with lust, arch playfully. âSaw you coming up the drive and started heading back. Knew youâd get all wet seeing me dressed like that.âÂ
âOh, so you did that purposely, huh?â You tease, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh.Â
âBetter believe it, amor.â His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss as his fingers skim down along your ass, squeezing the soft cheeks in his hands.Â
âTan hermosa mi amor,â he mumbles as lips trail kisses along your neck towards your breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth. âOh fuck, Javi. Please I - I need you.âÂ
âWhat do you need, mi amor?â He asks as he pushes you back against the tiled wall, lifting your leg over his waist as he lines himself with your entrance. âNeed you to fuck me, Javi.â
With a roll of his hips, he buries himself inside your heat, the slight stretch causing you to gasp into his mouth. âMierda. Always so tight, amor.âÂ
With each roll of his hips, he brings you closer and closer to euphoria. âNeed you to cum for me, amor. Not - not gonna last. Been thinking about this all day.â
His hands are busy gripping you tight as he thrusts harder and harder, so you slip your hand into the space between you both, sliding your fingers to your bundle of nerves and putting pressure on it as you rub it in circular motions.Â
âJavi,â you whimper and he grunts loudly as you squeeze him tight. âFuck, HermosaâŠIâm - Iâm shit, Iâm gonna cum.âÂ
âCum inside,â you whisper into the shell of his ear and he groans. âWant me to fill you up, Hermosa? Want me to put a baby in you? Fuck, Iâm gonna fill you full of me.âÂ
âOh god, Javi,â you cry and Javiâs legs shake slightly as he thrusts twice more, spilling deep inside you.Â
Youâre both panting as you come down from your high and Javi helps you gently stand on two feet before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss.Â
âMissed you today,â you say softly as you begin to lather soap over his chest. He hums. His hands work the soap into your soft skin. âNever would have guessed that,â he teases and you slap him gently on the chest.Â
âIâm just joking, Hermosa. I missed you too. Always do.â He kisses you softly. âWere you serious about having a baby?â He seems nervous as he waits for you to say something and you canât help but smile.Â
âOnly if you want to? But Iâm ready.â His hands hold your waist and the corners of his mouth turn up. âI guess weâre gonna try for a baby then. Pops is gonna be delighted.â
âWooh, slow down there cowboy. Iâm not even pregnant yet.â Javi reaches behind you to turn the water off before grabbing two towels and handing you one. âAmor, with the way we fuck, itâs not gonna take that long.âÂ
You roll your eyes as you begin to dry off, hoping itâs as easy as he makes it out. âCome on, cowboy. We gotta get ready for Frankieâs engagement party.â
***
âYou know, I never thought Iâd see the day Javi would settle down. Especially back home on the ranch but Iâve honestly never seen him so happy.â Frankie swings you away from him before pulling you back into his embrace.Â
âYouâre the best thing that ever happened to him, Y/N.â A heat works its way up your neck and settles on your cheeks.Â
âI think youâre giving me too much credit, but thank you.â The music shifts to something slower and Frankieâs gaze lingers over your shoulder.Â
âMind if I cut in?â You can feel his warmth at your back and Frankie winks at you before clapping Javi on the back and whispering something into his ear.Â
âHey,â he says softly, his eyes taking in the features of your face. His arms circle your waist as you both sway to the music.Â
âHey. Whoâs the woman with Chucho?â You ask as you tilt your head in his direction. Javiâs gaze lands on his dad and a knowing smile works its way onto his face. With a shrug of his shoulders, he turns back to you.Â
âSomeone he met at bingo. Just friends. But then, we both know how that one goes, donât weHermosa?â He waggles his eyebrows at you.Â
âOh shut it, Pena. Didnât hear you complaining at the time, did I?â He yelps as you squeeze his ass.Â
âNope. Never gonna hear me complain, baby,â he teases. âItâs nice to see him have someone after so long. He deserves to be happy.â
âHmm, seems all you Pena men share the same sentiment.â He furrows his brows, âwhat are you talking about, amor.â
âNothing, baby. Think anyone would miss us if we skip out?â His hands wander towards your ass, squeezing it gently. âItâs like you read my mind, Hermosa.â His eyes flicker around the room before landing back on your face. âLetâs go.â
He wraps your hand in his and leads you out of the community centre and into the cool evening air. Javi helps you into the passenger side of the truck before running around to his side and hopping in.Â
âWhat about Chucho?â Javi turns the key in the ignition and reverses out of the space, his eyes landing on you as he straightens her up. âSomething tells me he wonât be needing a lift home tonight.â
âWhy - oh - oh, Jesus Javi, heâs an old man.â He laughs, his gaze focused on the road ahead but his hand - the one not on the steering wheel - slides up your thigh and under your dress.Â
âNever too old for that baby. Especially not us Pena men.â His fingers slip through your folds and you moan softly. âJavi?â
âSi, Hermosa?â His gaze drifts to you briefly, a cheeky smile on his face. âDrive faster and Iâll give you a blow job back home.â
âYup.â His fingers slip away from you and he focuses all his attention on the road, driving way past the speed limit.Â
***
The light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Your skin tickles as Javi kisses your shoulder. You smile.
âMorning.â His arm slips around your waist, sliding up until he cups your breast in his hand.
âHmm, morningHermosa. Need you,â he breathes, his voice husky with need. Javi grinds his hips into your ass and you can feel his arousal pressing hard against you.Â
âDidnât get enough last night?â Javi lines himself up with your entrance and breaths out a husky no, before thrusting into you.Â
Heâs slow in his movements, drawing out your pleasure as you rock back against him. The room is silent save for the soft gasps and moans you both emit.Â
When you both climax together, he stays seated inside you as he peppers kisses along your neck. âLetâs get cleaned up, amor. Iâve something I want to show youâ.
He waits out front on the porch and when you emerge in a light summer dress he canât help but pull you close and kiss you breathlessly.Â
âYouâre killing me, mi amor. Come on, let's go.â He leads you to the truck, helping you in before taking off and you turn to him with a look of confusion when he doesnât turn down the drive, but instead, makes his way up the old road towards his uncle's old ranch.Â
âJavi? Where - where are we going?â He reaches out and takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and kissing it softly. âJust wait, amor. Youâll see.â
âFine, keep your secrets, Pena. Itâs not like I wonâtâŠ.â The words die on your tongue when you see the once run-down house now refurbished. âJavi!âÂ
âI know weâre happy with pops but I thought with us trying for a family that - that maybe we should have a place of our own. Pops and Frankie helped me out with it. I - I hope you like it, amor.âÂ
âJavi. Like it. I love it. I - I canât believe you did this.â Your voice wavers as your eyes well with tears. âAnd weâre not too far from Chucho if he needs us. Itâs perfect.âÂ
You move across the seat and kiss him passionately. Pulling away with one last kiss you smile brightly at him. âCan I see inside?â
The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled back. âOf course. Letâs go home.â
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Jackie Taylor with an s/o that plays video games
pre-crash headcanons
Jackie Taylor is for sure a hater of any hobby you have. Why would you want to have a hobby when you could just watch her being pretty??Â
sheâd definitely approach this with the intent of getting you to stop playing and pay attention to her at first. sheâs laying all over you absolutely astonished that youâre still playing video games while sheâs there. You seriously have a pretty girl in your lap and still want to play minecraft?
Sheâs realizing the error of this plan as you assume sheâs interested and start explaining whatâs going on in your game. It wasnât her intention, but she figures at least this way youâre still paying her attention. Sheâll get what she can get.
Jackie would end up getting really interested in the story line and would get upset with you if you even thought about playing it without her. she asks you so many dumb questions about game mechanics and makes you go through every single dialog option that it takes you like 40 hours to finish a 20 hour game
Jackie would get really into competitive games on your behalf. like she'd sitting there cheering you on like she's watching a fucking soccer game. Jackie buys you headphones with a mic so she can start shit talking people you play against. she gets really into the spirit of the competition man.Â
Jackie talking about you embarrassing her after she shit talked everyone and you died like 3 minutes in lmao. all âhow could you do this to me đâ and shit. i just know Jackie Taylor would be an absolute menace on a mic regardless of if you had the skill to back it up
it's even funnier because she'd be so so bad at it herself. Jackie blows herself up with her own grenade like every time because she hits the wrong button. pouts and gives up after one round. isn't she dreamy?? đ„°đ„°
Jackie trying to get into playing games but it's just her running around frolicking in the tall grass and handing you the controller whenever she had to fight someone
speaking of which I just know she went out and bought the pink controller. your black controller was not cute enough for herÂ
Jackie looks up guides for you whenever you get stuck on something. you think it's sweet but she just gets bored easily
Playing Minecraft with Jackie but all she does is build the house and accidently screw you over. Jackie moves the bed while your gone and completely fucks your spawn point up. Jackie's just like âi wanted to put carpet there đâ Jackie also dies from falling off the house at some point and is at spawn getting farmed by mobs till you come get her.Â
Jackie has you off in the mines for days because she wants an iron block accent wall. she only ever wants the expensive blocks I just know it. she's building your house out of the wood block instead of the planks, and she'll be damned if she's gathering those resources herself
Jackie taking your diamond armor to wear while she builds the house because âit's prettier than iron đ„°đ„°.â
You come back from a long day of mining and Jackie wants to show you the heart shaped leaves on the trees that took her an hour to do.Â
Jackie's house gets blown up by a creeper and she's beside herself over it I just know it
you make the mistake of showing Jackie the Sims because you think she might like it. she's obsessed immediately.Â
she plays it on her regular laptop and it sounds like an airplane taking offÂ
Jackie has a painstakingly perfect recreation of your place with you guys in it, and she will make this your problem
sim you cheats on sim Jackie and she won't speak to you for days. she texts you a picture of the notification like âwowwwwwww. okay.â it does not matter to her that it was a video game lmaoo
catching Jackie recreating a girl who flirted with you so she can lock her in the pool to drown
Jackie picking your outfit out one day and you're just staring at her suspiciously
"what? đ" / "these kind of look like the outfits you put us in your game" / "pffff. whattttt?â
you'll fall asleep to Jackie playing it and wake up and she's still there. it gets so bad you and Shauna have to stage an intervention.Â
Jackie gets pissed whenever your character can marry/date another character. She found out you married Haley in Stardew Valley and still glares at you whenever she sees a coconut. âwhy don't you go tell your WIFE đ.â my petty queen.Â
trying to get Jackie to play a resident evil game but she cries like ten minutes in because she's so stressed/scared from the background noises. three creek floor noises and she's gone. hasn't even gotten in the house yetÂ
Jackie grows to really love the fact that you have a hobby she can also enjoy/participate in with you. Jackie loves to spend all her time and energy with you, even if you aren't giving her your full attention like she'd prefer.Â
Jackie makes you pick all the nice dialog lines because she'll get upset if your character is mean. She has such strong opinions about dialog choices that she'll argue with you for like ten minutes over why you should pick a certain choice even though it has absolutely no impact on the story
Jackie definitely cheats at choice games and knows all the possible consequences for every single choice. you go to steal a candy bar or something and she's like âNOOO!â
slightly unrelated but Jackie would totally pick bae>bay without hesitation. Everyone in the town is dead? small price to pay for lesbians
going feral over the idea Jackie Taylor sitting across your lap scrolling on Pinterest while you have your arms around her holding the controller as you play
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I think- I think you might be my person.
Buddie or BuckTommy if it sparks joy đđŠ
Oh, we're going for the feels today huh? Have some Buddie feels, just for you my love đ„°đ«¶
"I think - I think you might be person."
The words hang heavy between them, thick with unspoken meaning. There's yearning behind them, years of bitten back "I love you" and "don't leave me" and "please stay, I need you." But finally, Buck will speak them, no longer afraid of the consequences. He's ready. They're ready.
Eddie looks a little stunned, his mouth hanging open slightly as he looks at Buck, takes in the open vulnerability of his expression. They're so close, just a couple more steps and they'll be there. Buck waits with bated breath, praying Eddie will take the cue and take Buck's tender, open heart delicately in his hands.
"I- we're best friends, Buck, I should hope I'm your person."
He's deflecting, Buck can tell. Eddie's had years of repression and Catholicism that've taught him to box away all his feelings and not allow himself to be authentically him.
But not anymore. They're allowed to be happy. They're allowed to have this, to have each other. Buck just needs to take that step that Eddie can't do himself, because Eddie will never let himself have something if he doesn't think Buck will want it too.
"No, Eddie. That's not what I mean, I'm not-" he sighs, mentally weighing up his options. He could back out now, pretend he was just talking about their friendship. But then they'd be back in that revolving door of bad decisions and unspoken words and Buck can't do that anymore. He won't.
"Fuck it. Eddie, you're my person because you're the most important thing in my life. You and Christopher. You're my best friend, yeah, but it's more than that, right? Every day I wake up and you're the first thing I think about. When we're not together, I feel empty, but when you're by my side it's like I'm whole, like a piece of me has been returned to my body. You're my person because there is no one else in this world I would rather spend every day with than you. I trust you with my life."
Eddie's eyes are soft and they shine with unshed tears. He's biting his lip and Buck wants nothing more than to run his thumb over it and release it from his teeth, and tenderly capture his lips with Buck's own. But he needs to finish what he's saying. Eddie has to hear it.
"Eddie I can't imagine a life without you. The sun rises and sets on you, the world revolves around you and I-" his voice breaks and he ducks his head. He can't go on, he can't say it, he's not strong enough, he's not-
Eddie's fingers curl under his chin and slowly, gently, he raises Buck's head so their eyes meet. God he's so beautiful. He's truly the most beautiful person Buck has ever seen.
"Go on," he whispers, his voice cracked and raw with emotion. "Please."
Buck sucks in a breath. It's now or never.
"I love you."
It's like the air has been knocked out of Eddie and his breath hisses from him. Buck can't breathe. The oxygen has been sucked from the room, and he can't breathe, not until Eddie speaks. Until he confirms that Buck hasn't fucked this up and read all the signals wrong.
"Please say something," he begs.
Eddie takes a step closer, his fingers never leaving Buck's chin. The gap between them closes until they're chest to chest, nose to nose, close than they've ever been before. Eddie's lips ghost against his, a tentative brush, as though he's testing the waters. Buck tilts his head ever so slightly and, emboldened, Eddie kisses Buck properly this time, their lips moving in sync with one another and oh, this is what's been missing from Buck's life.
It's like the world has a new meaning now because hold fuck, Eddie is kissing him. His best friend, the love of his life, the man he'd almost convinced himself he would never be allowed to have, is kissing him back as though he feels the same. There's such tenderness and emotion with the way Eddie kisses him, as though they were born for this. As though they were made for one another. Two halves of a whole, destined to be with one another regardless of circumstance.
Eddie pulls away from him and rests his forehead against Buck's, his lips pressed tightly together. He's breathing heavily and fast, as though he's moments away from a panic attack.
Buck gently touches Eddie's arm, just above the elbow. Eddie doesn't pull away, staying completely still.
"Eds?" Buck says, voice quiet and full of choked up emotion.
Eddie licks his lips and takes a deep breath, as though steeling himself, and Buck feels sick. He's going to say he doesn't feel it, that Buck is alone in this journey, that they're just friends and Buck has misread the signs. Eddie can't, he won't, won't ever-
"I love you too."
Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll finish it!!
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You still take requests???
If so could you write hcs about batboys realizing they're in love đ„° (with male reader if you could) (if you did before could you share link đ) Love you...
IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG JT GOT BURIED UNDER DRAFTS IM SORRY đđ
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
Dick Grayson
When he realizes hes in love with you
HES DOWN HORRENDOUS
ok he's like probably really bad at hiding his feelings so he ends up like flirting like prolly more often
Bottom of the barrel shit sometimes too
Bro would straight up say "Nice cock" if he had balls
Batfam teases him for how obvious he is
Depending on whether or not youre a superhero he's gonna be protective
Like yea as a civilian hes protective enough. Gotham is very dangerous!!
If you're a superhero too than he'll probably be a bit less protective... or atleast try to be
"Y/n can handle dealing with Poison Ivy himself it'll be fine... I'll go show up just in case."
If you're a villain though he's always the one to arrest you (he lets you go)
He aint the elaborate plan type of guy when it comes to this
So he one night jusy thinks "Yea im def gonna fess to him"
So no matter if youre civilian, hero, or villain he'll confess with a bouquet of flowers under the moonlight with some shit pick up line
Jason Todd
Used to have internalized homophobia but now hes over it... mostly
If youre a villain he'll straight deny his feelings for the longest time
Civilian or hero though? He'll definitely flirt
As in he just shows that he wants to protect you I guess
It honestly took him a while to realize he had feelings for you
Like yeeaaa hes gotten with alot of women and all but like with you? Something is hitting different and he doesn't know what
Roy finds out for him
He found out and teased Jason and Jason is just like "Wait whatđ§ââïž"
So with this new found crush how will Jason approach it?
Hes either really blunt or will completely avoid it all together đđ
Like i'm ngl you gon have to make the first move
Tim Drake
He found out he was bisexual and really went "Ohđ€š??...OHđČ"
Like if you just go to school with him he'll like try to hang out with you more
If you're a hero he's going on patrol more often just to hang around
And if youre a villainđđ He definitely tries to keep up the hero facade but like
Fucks it up with getting nervous
"I dont wanna hurt him too bad so he hates me. Wait he's trying to kill me though. I think he is???"
Has definitely lost a few fights with you bc of that đđ
Damian found out first (analytical lil shit) and made fun of him
Not in the homophobic way but in the way where his brother has a crush and looks like an idiot
"Drake you look like an utter idiot."
He tries to be smooth (Advice from Dick ofc) and fails
He does the thing where he tries to lean against a wall and fell the other wayđđ
Man just ask him out so he can quit embarrassing himself please
Damian Wayne
Def has internalized homophobia sorry
You know he isnt the best at his feelings so when he's around you he goes a bit crazy-
'I think of Y/n as a friend. Why would I think more of him as more?? Is it normal for me to like boys???? Dear god.'
Asks Alfred about it (One of the batbros prolly heard him though and barge in I'm ngl)
He isn't sure how to go about uh... "Courting you" as he calls it
Like yea he gets the kinda stuff to do for girls he's read many novels on that
But boys??? Hes stumped
He ends up stalking all the couples in his school for an answer
And probably ends up avoiding you :((
Whenever you try to confront him he just says "Its nothing." and leaves
Buuttt one day he ends up spilling everything on accident
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Sarah my dear dear sweet Sarah I am on my knees begging for a look into the future with One Night Eddie and Reader when Dotty is older! Iâll take anything! I just love themđ„°đ
Hiiii babes!!! Youâre so sweet, I will give you some conversations with Eddie and Reader where Dotty is older like toddler-ish and in kindergarten! I hope you enjoy!đ
-find all things It Was Just One Night here âš
âWhy is she wearing that?â âBecause we are going to the poolâŠâ âEddieâŠyou canât be serious.â âUh yeah? Iâm off for the day and she said she wanted to go do swimmies soâŠthatâs what we are going to do.â âThe pool is closed todayâŠ.itâs Monday.â âWhat? No itâs not itâs closed on Tuesdayâs.â âAre you calling me a liar?â âWhy are you like this? No Iâm not calling you a liar Iâm just saying the pool is normally closed on Tuesdayâs.â âOkay then walk down there and see if itâs openâŠwe will be here putting on sunscreen.â âAnd if itâs closed? Then what?â âThen youâre going to be dad of the year and go get a blow up pool and put it in the backyardâŠ.duh.â âRight! Yeah thatâs a good ideaâŠ.love you Iâll be back either in a few minutes or like an hour depending onâŠwhat happens when I get to the pool.â âSounds good.â âUh..you..wanna say anything to me before I leave?â âOh sorry..love you tooâŠnow hurry up we wanna do swimmies.â
âYou have to make her eat something other than chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese.â âWhy? She likes what she likes and besides she had broccoli with her Mac n cheese.â âBabe she canât have your eating habits okay? She needs to likeâŠtry new stuff.â âWhat exactly is wrong with my eating habits Eddie? Hmm?â âIâm not doing this with youâŠjust please maybe tomorrow we can try something new? Sheâs like four now so she isnât as picky as she was when she was a baby.â âNext thing you know youâll be buying her a water bottle from hell to keep track of how much sheâs drinking.â âThatâs not a bad-â âjust let her eat what she likes EddieâŠitâs hard enough to even get her to eat her nuggetsâŠthatâs why they have to be in fun shapes or she gets bored and wonât eat anything.â âGee wonder where she gets that fromâŠâ âi canât help that I am more likely to eat something in a fun shape than something that looks boringâŠnow go see if she wants more chicken.â
âItâs her first week of kindergarten and we are already getting a call from her school?â âDonât look at meâŠall I did was drop her off at her classroom and went to work.â âBabyâŠyouâre a horrible fucking liar..what did you do?â âI didnât do shit EdwardâŠâ âjust tell me.â âI just want to say you wouldâve done the exact same thing if you were the one who dropped her off.â âStop stalling and tell me what happened.â âThis bitchy ass mom was walking behind us and I heard her say something about Dottyâs shirt and-â âher shirt? The one she wore today?âŠitâs just a Metallica shirtâŠâ âexactly and she was saying how she felt sorry for some kids and how their parents dress them.â âOh godâŠdid you hit her?â âWhat? No I didnât fucking hit her you assholeâŠ.I dropped Dotty off to her room and then I saw the mom in the parking lot and IâŠjust told her how I felt about what she said.â âRightâŠand what exactly did you tell her?â âThat she doesnât need to feel sorry for my daughterâŠbut..I mightâve said that I feel sorry for hers because she has a boring ass bitch for a mom.â âJesusâŠ.how are we going to explain ourselves out of this? The principal is the one who wants to meet with us.â âJust toss them some Eddie charm and offer a free oil change or something.â âYouâre going to have to apolo-â âitâs bad to lie so..I wonât be apologizing to her.â âYouâre so annoyingâŠfine Iâll go in there alone andâŠsee what I can do.â âThatâs my man! Go knock âem dead.â
âLook at herâŠdoing the monkey-bars all by herselfâŠremember when she needed us to help her up the steps so she could go down the slide?â âYesâŠsheâs growing up too fastâŠnext thing you know sheâll be asking us to drive her places and never wanna be seen with us.â âSpeak for yourselfâŠIâm a fucking cool dad sheâll wanna be seen with me.â âReally? Youâre wearing a Fanny pack right nowâŠnothing about that says cool dad.â âItâs easier than carrying the backpack aroundâŠit has all the things she needs in it.â âI will sayâŠwe are way cooler than those parents over thereâŠtotal helicopter parents.â âOh yeah they look like newbiesâŠwonât even let their little boy go down the slide alone.â âHeâs so cute though.â âI bet weâd make a cute little boyâŠâ âwhoâs we? I told you this baby factory only does limited editions and Dotty is a one of one.â âI guess Dotty is all we really needâŠshe is kinda perfect.â âShe really is isnât she? We got lucky with her.â âI love you.â âI love you too..even when you wear your lame ass Fanny pack.
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