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minnillea · 6 months

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OVERNIGHT STAY (Keegan P. Russ X Reader)

Wrote more for Keegan enemies to lovers style bc, yes. (5k words)

CW: MDNI!, explicit content ahead, NSFW, smut, soft dom Keegan (really sweet), sub fem reader, play fighting, love bites, overstimulation, nipple play, pet names, creampie, fingering, edging, unholy amount of teasing, basically really hot and heavy make out session, and aftercare<3

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The sky was gloomy, and the wind dragged all types of scrap as you stood in the middle of no man’s land while Keegan and you bickered back and forth like usual.

“You should have let me drive.” He growls at you as he throws you a condescending look.

“Your driving is awful! Every time you take the wheel, I get some sort of near-death experience!” You snap back, returning his energy.

“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be stuck here if it wasn’t because of your stupidity.” He says with a cocky smirk visible under his mask before both of you are interrupted.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Elias barks at both of you, clearly done with your antics. “I'm tired of this bullshit between you too!” He finishes inspecting the vehicle before sighing. “I’m sleeping in this thing….or what’s left of it. You two can go check that decrepit cabin over there; I don’t care where you dumbasses sleep. I don’t want to hear anything from you two!”Elias leers at both of you with irritation before speaking with an intimidating snarl. “You two better start getting along, or I’ll make your lives hell! Now get out of my sight; they’ll pick us up by the morning.” Elias walks away, leaving both of you in complete silence.

Keegan glares at you before he takes in a sharp breath and walks the other way.

You look around at the barren wasteland for a moment before you scoff and trail behind him into the little structure. He pushes the door, and the rusted hinges give away immediately.

“This is all your fault; I hope you are aware of that.” Keegan groans as you step into the cabin and set a little lamp on a nightstand.

You huff before speaking in a mocking tone. “Don’t blame me just because you have no self-control.”

“And you take things way too far,” Keegan snaps back. “You always think you’re right."

You noticed the passage of time reflected in the small house, and it makes you wonder where the past inhabitants could be or if they survived.

“I’m not full of myself, unlike you.” You say raising a brow.

"Oh yeah, and you're an angel?" Keegan says sarcastically. “All that flirting with the commander and Hesh, like you're all that.”

“That’s not flirting- ” You scoff offended, he’s clearly trying to get under your skin.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Keegan crosses his arms over his chest and scowls at you. “There's only one bed, and I’m definitely sleeping on it, so you better keep your distance.”

You look at him with disdain as you shake the sheets and prep the bed.

Keegan goes to the foot of the bed and takes his backpack off, throwing it onto a chair in the corner. He then plops down on the bed and puts his hands behind his head.

You sigh before you go to change into something you can sleep in. Since no one is supposed to be around here, you figured you'd get comfortable. “Unbelievable, this is so dumb. Elias could have let one of us sleep in the vehicle, and that way no one suffers more than necessary.” You mumble under your breath.

"Yeah, I agree with you for once. It's awful. He probably wants to make us miserable and get back at us…or he really thinks he can force us to get along." Keegan rolls onto his side, facing away from you but keeping a guarded eye. He takes off his gear and shirt and throws them on the chair too. “You know, if you would stop running your mouth for five seconds, we wouldn't hate each other so much.”

Keegan was the type of person to only speak when necessary, but for some reason he was always eager to piss you off.

“For someone so quiet, you really can’t help yourself around me, huh? I’m just defending myself from your little attacks.” You spat back as you finished putting on some shorts and a comfy top.

“What can I say? You bring out the worst in me, sweetheart.” He says in a mocking manner before chuckling with arrogance.

You roll your eyes with a sigh in response as you set your bag down before turning around. “………. don’t tell me you sleep shirtless.”

“Why? You don't like it?” Keegan chuckles lightly, then turns his upper body to face you. “You're one to talk; you aren’t wearing anything underneath that. I can tell.” Keegan lifts an eyebrow at you, smirking a little under the mask.

You cover yourself with your hands, embarrassed, as you look away to avoid meeting his icy eyes. “That’s because sleeping with a bra is uncomfortable!”

“And what about bras during the day time?” He teases. Keegan rolls over to face the other way. A small smirk plays at the corners of his mouth; he’s waiting for a reaction.

Your face contorts. “You little—I sometimes forget to put it back on, okay! Why are you even looking there in the first place?!”

Keegan laughs loudly and rolls over to look at you again. “Come on, you do it on purpose.” He sits up in bed and leans over so he’s eye-level with you. His eyebrow raises suggestively as he looks you up and down.

You throw the shirt you were wearing a second ago at his face to block his view. “I don’t jackass.” You say with irritation and embarrassment present in your tone.

“I bet you don't, princess.” Keegan chuckles once more. He lets the shirt hit his face with a stoic look before he rolls his eyes and pushes it away. Keegan stretches out across the bed, spreading out his arms and legs for a second before removing his mask. “Are you ready to sleep, or are you going to nag me all night long?”

“I’d like to torture you all night, but I need sleep too.” You say unamused as you hop on your side of the bed and turn off the lamp.

Keegan looks at you with a smirk. He watches you climb into bed for a moment before he finally turns back to face the other way and lays down.

"Good, I hope you have nightmares," he says as he closes his eyes and rolls over onto his stomach. Keegan doesn't speak or move again, but his breathing is somewhat shallow and rapid.

“How sweet of you~ ” You mock, rolling your eyes and hugging onto a pillow.

Keegan remains silent for several minutes until he finally groans and turns onto his back. He stretches like a cat, groaning all the while, and then he places a hand on the side of his head.

Keegan lifts his head and sits up to look at you, but he doesn't say anything. He just stares down at you with those piercing blue eyes of his.

You open an eye and try to ignore how good he looks right now, the moonlight coming through the window letting you see him perfectly. “What? You wanna fight?” You say in a mocking tone.

Keegan grins at you before kicking off the blankets and launching himself onto you. “Yeah, I do wanna fight, and I'll win, too.” The muscles on his arms and chest flex as he leans forward and tackles you to the bed to pin you down.

“Hey! Hmph!” You yelp in surprise as you try to fight back. Funnily enough, it’s not the first time you guys engage in play fighting out of spite, but this time he really caught you off guard.

“Give up” Keegan says, his voice low and teasing. He holds you below him, trapping you between his body and the bed. It's impossible to move. Keegan uses his hands to hold your arms down at your sides. He smirks and leans down closer to your face. “C'mon, surrender.”

You scoff before sticking out your tongue in defiance.

Keegan laughs and leans closer so that your faces are only a couple inches apart. He stares into your eyes deeply. “That's not going to help you; you are so childish.” He looks at you with a smirk. His eyes searching into yours. “What's the matter...can't handle me?” He mocks you as you struggle; you can feel his breath on your face.

Your cheeks grow hot as you glare at him. “You are a jerk!”

Keegan smiles and moves his face close enough so that your noses are almost touching. “I'm the jerk, huh?” He speaks with his husky voice as he stares you down. He holds that position for just a moment before he leans in and presses his lips against yours. He pulls you into a tight, passionate kiss.

Your eyes widen as you yelp softly.

Keegan continues to kiss you deeply, running his hands over your body. The feeling of your skin is intoxicating.

You feel yourself melting into him. His touch is unlike anything you've ever felt before.

Keegan breaks the kiss for a while but doesn't move away. Your mouth and his collide for a moment longer before he pulls away. His chest heaves with each breath.

You're both breathless.

You look up at him with doe eyes and slightly parted lips, speechless.

Keegan looks down at you with a mischievous smile. He runs a hand through his luscious hair before he speaks in a sultry tone. “You know, you're not as feisty as I thought. One kiss, and you turned into mush.”

You glower at him in response as you speak between your teeth. “You play so dirty.”

Keegan grins. “You can't tell me you don't like it," he says in a low whisper. "I can feel you trembling in excitement."

You look up at him coyly before looking away by turning your head to the side, embarrassed, and shutting your eyes in the process.

Keegan leans over and takes your chin, forcing you to look at him again. Those beautiful hunter eyes of his bore into yours. “Come on, look at me.”

He leans in towards your face again, and you see his eyes slowly close. Then your mouths come together again in another hot, heavy kiss. Keegan's hand reaches into the back of your hair as you moan softly. He grips at it and pulls you closer to his lips without inflicting any pain. Your tongues play together as Keegan takes control of the kiss and explores all over your mouth. He keeps his hold on you as he slowly pushes his knee more in between your tangled legs. He deepens the kiss even further, holding you close as his breath becomes raspy and he groans softly.

The sensation is overwhelming.

You place one of your hands on his shoulder as the other slithers its way up to be pressed up against his chest. You let little noises out, getting lost in it all as you no longer even remember why you were both arguing.

Keegan keeps kissing you for several more minutes before finally pulling back again. He looks at you, breathing somewhat heavily, before he speaks with a growl. “God, I want you. I can't wait another second." Keegan doesn't wait for a reply. He pulls you closer and rolls you over, so you get on all fours before he hovers on top of you.

You turn your head to look at him with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.

Keegan lowers himself down onto you and pushes his body against yours, making your back arch and your chest get squished against the bed. He pins your arms down on the bed. Keegan can feel every inch of your soft body. He kisses down your neck and slowly starts working his way down as he holds your body tightly against his.

You groan slightly in response as he bites your neck abruptly. “D-dammit Keegan…”

Keegan kisses your bare shoulders and down the curve of your spine, making you shriver. He takes his time. Keegan grins at your protest, but he doesn't stop. He holds you tight against him as he slowly pulls your shirt upward, leaving your back exposed. He runs his hand lightly across your chest, making you moan softly. Keegan stops moving and keeps himself pressed against you. You can hear every breath he takes; his lips hover closely over your skin as he can feel you grow impatient. He then rests his head on your shoulder to speak softly beside your ear. “Just wait,” he whispers. “It's going to be worth it.” Keegan's hand moves down your body, and he grabs the waistband of your shorts. He starts to slowly pull them down your thighs, leaving them bunched around your knees and exposing your soft flesh. Keegan kisses up your bare back again as he playfully fondles your soft butt. He then proceeds to bite at the skin on your shoulder and then licks the spot with his tongue. You can feel him breathing against you as he continues kissing and biting your skin.

You turn your head again to get a better look at him.

Keegan leans down, and his mouth meets yours again, kissing you deeply.

You moan softly as you press your butt against him playfully, asking for more.

Keegan moves on top of you completely, his weight pressing down on your back. You can feel his excitement pressing against you.

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. His mouth moves back to your ear again, and he makes a soft sound. “Tell me what is it. What do you want? Tell me what you really want.” Keegan's voice is barely more than a whisper. His breath tickles your skin as you lie under him on the bed.

“I want you…” You say with a hint of desperation as you keep moving your hips to rub against him.

Keegan's breath catches in the back of his throat at your actions. His eyes dilate slightly before he presses his hips harder against you. He groans softly and kisses your neck again as he moves his hand to grab onto your breast. He starts to grind against you too, his hips pressing into yours.

You can feel a pool of arousal leaking from between your thighs as you can’t wait anymore.

Keegan sits back up on the bed, pulling his belt off, accompanied by a rustling sound, before throwing it away from him. His eyes flicker over your body, and his breathing quickens when he sees how wet you are. “Oh, would you look at that?” He says with amusement dripping off his sly tone. I could eat you up right now. He grins at you, his voice husky and full of desire. Keegan sees you trying to peek, so he flips you around so your back is against the bed before he throws your clothes to the side. He climbs between your legs. Your bare back is against the soft sheets. He leans down over you, his hands on either side of your body, with your legs spread open. His piercing gaze over your beautiful figure before meeting your eyes again.

The intensity of this moment unmistakably hangs in the air.

You bring your hands up to cover your chest shyly before biting into the nail of your thumb as your eyes trail down his body with curiosity. You also take the moment to carefully look at the tattoos on him.

Keegan glances at you, noticing the way you're looking at him. He smirks and runs his hand up your knee to your upper thigh. His fingers lightly glide across your bare skin. Keegan moves his hand towards your inner thigh as his eyes drop down to your soaking cunt. He slides his thumb as he presses onto your sensitive bud, agonizing slowly before he introduces two fingers together and gradually opens them teasingly as he takes a look at the dripping slick.

Your breath hitches as a result of his actions.

Keegan leans closer to you again, his body hovering over yours as he whispers lowly. "God, you're driving me insane.” He presses his lips onto yours hungrily.

You can feel the subtle way he toys with your sensitive clit as his other hand grabs onto your waist.

Keegan is breathing slowly and deeply. His hot breath brushes against your skin.

You can feel his fingertips making their way into you again with a squelch.

Keegan takes his sweet time touching you. You feel the warm and tight sensation of his fingers teasing your sweet spot. After a while, you are so close. It seems as if he is holding his breath and carefully studying you.

You yelp and tense up a little as you look at him with pleading eyes.

Then, suddenly, Keegan stops.

You whine out, frustrated at the loss of movement.

Keegan lifts himself up slightly and moves his fingers away from you and into his mouth, tasting your arousal with a breathy growl. He looks down at you and chuckles quietly before smiling. “So impatient. I guess I’m going to have to teach you how to wait…. I think you're more than ready.” He looks down at you. There's something in his eyes that you don't think you've ever seen before.

“It’s very late.” You mumble in your defense before being forced to shut up by him slowly pushing his aching cock into you.

He angles himself perfectly before his tongue slides into your mouth. Keegan presses into you until you're fully pinned with a hand holding your wrists over your head.

(“This asshole! I had a point.”) You think before your thoughts slowly fade away as you squirm and moan loudly into him.

Keegan keeps slowly moving into you; his movements slow and steady. It's almost as if he is savoring every single moment of this. As his tongue caresses yours, you feel his chest heaving, and your bodies are squished against each other. His hand is resting on your hip as the other goes to hold your chin up.

You close your eyes and give into the moment, allowing him to take over your body.

Keegan bottoms out and starts a steady but slow pace. His lips are still pressed against you as his tongue explores your mouth.

Keegan's other hand moves up your body, lightly caressing your skin in the way.

You have your eyes closed shut, and move your hands up to hold onto his shoulders with a muffled moan, digging your nails into them.

Keegan groans when you dig into his flesh as he kneads one of your breasts with a hand before rolling your sensitive perky nipple in between his fingers.

You can only sense him in this moment, his breath against your skin, the vibration of his groans, his touch. It's as if you're both drowning in your own intense need for one another.

He speeds up slightly, bringing his rhythm to the perfect pace. Your back arches beneath him, almost instinctively as you moan. Keegan kisses down your neck and moves his mouth down to your chest to suck on your other hard nipple. You can feel his hot breath as he continues kissing you, and his hand begins to make its way down your body.

You are quickly reduced to a moaning mess, and you tremble as your eyes start to tear up. Keegan chuckles when he hears the way in which you moan and then kisses your collarbone. His fingers meet your clit, and he quickly pinches it softly.

Keegan keeps kissing you deeply and relentlessly, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth and his thumb rubs circles on your clit slowly.

You start to get very loud, which causes him to find a way to shush you just in case.

Keegan's other hand goes to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck and gently applying pressure. There's a certain intensity to it, but he's still tender with each touch. The way you are moaning and writhing below him is like a drug. Every sound you make sends a wave of pleasure throughout his body.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and it’s making him go crazy. Keegan's mouth leaves yours, and he starts to kiss down your chest. His tongue works every inch of the skin there. His hand releases the hold it has on your throat. He kisses from the center of your chest all the way down to your stomach. Keegan's breath is heavy, and he sounds almost as if he is in a daze. His fingers press into the skin of your hip, leaving marks, even though he is trying his best to be gentle.

The tears pool in your eyes as you look directly into his, too lost in pleasure.

Keegan looks down at you. Your hair is disheveled, and your lips are slightly red as he continues moving his hands all over your body. Every touch and every stroke of his fingers makes you shiver.

The look in Keegan's eyes is almost obsessive. He's drinking in every part of you.

“F-fuck.” You say overwhelmed by how full you feel, accompanied by a series of whimpers.

Keegan doesn't stop moving. His gaze is focused on your body as your tits bounce up and down.

You feel his warm breath on your skin as he bites your ear. He then leans down and kisses you deeply. You whine as your eyes roll back before they are shut tightly. You dig your nails into him hard enough to draw blood.

Keegan brings his hand up to hold you by your wrists again. Your arms rest on the bed, on top of your head, and your legs are still wrapped around him, squeezing him harder. He bites your shoulder softly in a playful way to get back at you, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers keep moving over your weak spots.

You pant heavily as you moan, completely dumbed down by this point.

Keegan presses his lips against your shoulder, where he bit you. Your body is still tightly pinned beneath him. Your skin under his touch is hot and sensitive by now. He moves one hand to your lips and lightly brushes them with his thumb. He notices your lips are trembling, and you can't get enough of his touch. Keegan looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. You feel as if you could lose yourself in those eyes right now.

You take his finger in between your lips and lewdly suck on it as he moves against your body. You can hear a low rumble in his throat as his breath quickens.

Keegan slowly starts to pick up the pace. His hand rests on your hip as the other softly tucks one of your nipples. His mouth meets yours again, his kiss growing more aggressive and he pushes more against you. His lips never leaving yours.

You squirm and moan loudly, feeling like you’ll lose your mind.

Keegan's kisses become more urgent and desperate.

You feel as if you're being drowned by stimulation.

Every touch, every kiss, and every breath coming from him is being picked up by you.

You can't think of anything else but him. You whine helplessly as you raise one of your hands and find a way to his, grabbing onto it tightly and interlocking your fingers with his. [I’m sorry this is so lewd] He growls and squeezes your hand in return. His mouth leaves yours, and he presses his lips against your neck before you feel his teeth just barely touching your skin.

You feel overwhelmed, as your senses are totally flooded.

Keegan's other hand still has a hold of your hip, his fingers pressing against it tightly.

You yelp and squeeze around him tighter, feeling like you are about to snap. “Hah! K-Keegan! I’m- “

Keegan chuckles as he presses his teeth harder onto your neck, holding you by your hip against him as he thrusts into you.

You can’t help it, and you quickly come undone with a whine, dragging him over the edge as well.

Keegan’s body jerks forward slightly as he lets out a breathy grunt and hot strings of cum spurt inside of you. “Goddammit”

You shake violently and wail out as he finishes riding his high with a couple of thrusts while your face contorts in pleasure.

His hand is still intertwined with yours tightly. Keegan exhales sharply as his body relaxes; his breathing is heavy and agitated. He gives you a quick peck on the forehead before slowly moving to sit up. He takes a really good look at your beautiful, fucked out form for a second before he gently wipes some of your tears away with his hand. His eyes seem so different and tender now. “You were so loud.” He mocks you with a smirk.

You pant heavily with a pouty face as you tremble slightly. “What? You t-think Elias could have heard?” You say breathlessly, almost giggling.

Keegan chuckles, his eyes calm, as he makes sure you are okay. He playfully rubs his thumb on your waist and moves his lips to meet yours yet again in a sweet, tender kiss before pulling back. “Good question. Hmmm~ I guess we'll find out when the sun is up. But for now, I think we should sleep. We're going on a mission soon, so we need our rest.” Keegan leans back again. He's using one arm to hold himself up, and the other arm is wrapping around your waist, his fingers slowly rubbing across your skin before he pulls out to scoop you up and roll onto his back.

You catch your breath as you melt into his arms comfortably before speaking softly in a playful tone. “I don’t think this is what Elias had in mind when he told us to get along.”

Keegan grins as you can feel his comforting heartbeat from there. “But in the end, I'd say we got along just fine. A little too much, maybe." He chuckles lowly.

He's patting your head tenderly and soothing you to sleep. Keegan is still pressed close to you, his chest rising and falling with every breath. His eyes slowly roam around the room for a moment, scanning it, before settling back down on your already sleeping form.

Eventually, he closes his eyes as well, and his body relaxes with his arms wrapped around you in a warm hug.

It’s really early in the morning, and he wakes up first. You were now facing down, nuzzling his chest.

Keegan opens his eyes and looks down at you, his lips curled up in a smirk. He caresses your hair with his hand before speaking with that husky voice of his. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Keegan rubs his thumb on your cheek gently to wake you up as he speaks to you softly. “You need to wake up soon. We gotta leave this place, remember?”

Your eyes slowly flutter open, and you look up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Morning, darlin’. " He keeps rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “Get up before Elias comes in here and sees you like this.” He mocks.

You groan softly, wanting to sleep a little more, but you end up slowly sitting up with your hair looking puffy as you try to keep your eyes open.

Keegan chuckles and gently taps your chin with his finger to keep you awake. He looks over at you as you sit up. Keegan is still lying down and still has his arm around you.

“We don't have much time. We should head out now before Elias comes in here and chews us out.”Keegan's eyes look over your body, and he sees the love marks over your bare shoulders and neck as you are partially wrapped by the sheets. “And also, you might want to put some clothes on.” He raised a brow.

You quickly grow embarrassed as you realize you are naked and try to cover yourself better.

Keegan hands you your bag with clothes and chuckles in a playful tone. “Don't worry, I've seen it all.” He then turns to get himself geared up and give you space.

You pout at him before sliding into your uniform and fixing your hair. After you hop out of bed to be met by your wobbly legs.

He's putting on his belt when you get up, and he shakes his head playfully once he sees you wobbling. “What’s all that about?” He raises a brow again.

“Nothing….” You say putting on your shoes shyly.

“Don't you give me that. You almost fell over a second ago.” He laughs and finishes putting on his gear.

“I just tripped over something.” You blatantly lie before tying your boots.

“Oh really? What did you trip over?” Keegan is just teasing you a bit as he finishes putting on his helmet and fixing his mask. He stands up in front of you, searching for his shoes.

“…..your shoe” You lie again as you stand up and try to stretch to ease the aching you are feeling.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Are you all good to walk?” He asks as he grabs your shoulder briefly.

“Of course, I just tripped on a shoe.” You say defensively as you stand up straight.

“A shoe, right…” Keegan raises a brow in curiosity, and his eyes glance downward. His gaze quickly darts back up to your face.

“You forgot your bra.” He smirks slightly under the mask.

You had forgotten to put your bra on since you were feeling so sleepy.

You turn away, embarrassed, before removing your shirt and putting the bra around you as you try to clasp it from behind. You were out of it. “Ugh, of course I did.” You mumble under your breath.

He laughs softly and moves behind you. “Let me help. There, much better.” He pats your shoulder playfully. “Now let's go before Elias thinks we murdered each other during the night.”

You nod, put your shirt back on, and grab your things before giving him a warm smile and stepping out into the wasteland.

Keegan is a few steps behind you as he puts his rifle in place, but he keeps looking over at you repeatedly to make sure that you aren't tripping for any reason.

You see Elias sitting by the broken vehicle as he barks orders into his mic.

Shortly after he is done, he looks up at both of you walking towards him. “Oh, great, you guys didn’t behead each other last night; this is progress; I was about to drag your asses in here.”

Keegan chuckles and throws you a playful side glance. “It was a close one, though,” he says with a smirk visible under his mask. Elias rolls his eyes before your ride arrives.

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multifariousqueer · 11 months

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hear me out— crazy and openly flirty! reader with her crazy and jealous bf Miles 42. Expand on that however you want

Okay so I had a thought...

A/n: Keep requesting fics as always. I’m not gonna be as active but I’ll post as often as I can bc I’m going on vacation for a week but idk, ill prolly still post a ton 💀

Warnings: Mentions of blood, implied murd3r, you being a flirt and Miles being crazy asf, lmk if I forgot some

It seemed like a pretty normal day, you were designing some stuff for one of your classes and y/f/n(your crush/friend) decided to tag along. Y’all weren’t that close but everyone could tell there were sparks between you two, even more so than your boyfriend Miles.

Everyone(even y/f/n) knew that you two were dating and were happy but they still interfered. People claimed you were a slut and you were insane and you were forcing Miles into a relationship even though, people close to y’all claimed it to be the opposite. You never really broke the habit of flirting for fun and this pissed Miles off to no end:

“Y/n he thinks you’re single” Miles would say

“Well I’m not. I’m just naturally flirty” you would defend

“You’re also beautiful mami and people want to take advantage of that” Miles said

“Well thats why I have you” you would say, standing on your tiptoes to kiss Miles

“Mmm he better watch himself, let’s just say that next time he pulls that shit, I might not be so nice"

Miles was a wonderful boyfriend but your exact opposite. Where you were bright, happy, always had a smile on your face and friendly; Miles was dark, nonchalant, cold and walked around like his opps were around the corner, about to kill you. You two shared a few things though, you were both crazy and possessive of each other. If Miles spoke to a girl you didn’t know, you would come over and kiss him, touch him, and flirt with him; making him flustered

“Miles, te necisito, papi” you would flirt while tilting your head and rubbing his lower back

“Oh! Who is this?” the girl asked, with a hint of venom in her voice

“I’m Y/n but you can call me his wife” you said, putting out your hand for her to shake

“Girl chill, we’re 16. He ain’t marrying you anytime soon” the girl clapped back

“You don’t know me.” Miles would say coldly to the girl

“And you won’t get the chance to” you would finish and smile at the girl

The girl walked away in a huff after that and Miles smirked at you:

“You jealous ma?"

“No. I just don’t want people pushing up on my man” you said

He chuckled and said:

“Don’t worry, Mami; I’m not feeling no one else but you."

After this little escapade; You and Miles had the mutual agreement to stop flirting with other people and you held up your end of that well until y/f/n came along and kept pressuring you to go out with them and give them a chance:

“You know, if you were with me, I’d never let you out of my sight. Anywhere you go, I’d go. Class? I’ll carry your books. Home? I’m right behind you. The Bathroom? I’m-“ they started

“You’re what? No. Go ahead and continue that sentence, I dare you” Miles said suddenly

“MILES!!! Thank God you’re here, I was so scared” you said, clapping your hands together like a prayer had been answered(because it had).

“Dude, chill; I was just joking. Y/n knows I’d never overstep like that, bro” y/f/n said, holding out a hand in an attempt to dap your boyfriend up

“I’m not your ‘bro’ homeboy, watch how you step, it might be your last if you keep fucking with my girl like that” Miles said taking a step towards the person. They were almost equal height but Miles was slightly taller(6’2 yes ik its not canon and idc)

It seemed like they would fight right there in the hallway with the way Miles was staring at y/f/n and while y/f/n was a bit intimidated, they weren’t backing down. They were another one of your victims of over-flirtation but unlike the others, they were persistent and tried the friend angle in order to get to you but they didn’t sound on your boyfriend being jealous and possessive. Eventually, they walked away and Miles pulled you aside:

“Don’t fucking talk to them again, you understand ma?” Miles said

“I understand. I am so so sorry, they just came up to me and cornered me.” you explained with watery eyes

“It’s fine, ma. Don’t let it happen again, tu entiendes?” he said, grabbing your chin to look him in the eye

“Si, papi. Te amo” you said

The next few days were quiet. Miles stayed closer than usual to you, y/f/n stayed away but they stared at you constantly and smirked at you. It was one faithful Saturday that would change all of that in a flash.

Miles was away doing Prowler stuff and you were designing possible suit, mask and gauntlet combos when you heard a knock on your dorm. You opened the door and were shocked to see y/f/n:

“Hey, y/n. Can we talk?"

“Uhm I should wait for Miles. He’ll be back shortly” you lied. Prowler shit took four hours min because Miles would carry stuff out in bulk so he could spend more time with you

“We can talk without him right?” Y/f/n said, pushing into your dorm. Your dorm mate was away for the weekend, visiting her parents in nantucket.

“Oh. I guess” You said

“so what you drawing?’ they asked

“stuff” you giggled

“Fuck I love your laugh.” they smiled

“um thanks” you replied

“a pretty laugh for a pretty girl” they said, grabbing your chin and staring at your lips

“thanks. You caught me at a bad time, I’m just about to go shower” you said pushing their hand away

“Oh can I join, haha?” they joked

“hahaha.” you said, silently praying Miles was outside your window witnessing all of this and waiting to strike

“You know, I’ve had a huge crush on you since you first came here? You were genuinely sweet and kind and pretty. Miles doesn’t know how lucky he is to have someone like you” They confessed, closing the gap between y’all

“Yeah but I can tell he appreciates me. He never makes me feel uncomfortable” you said with a hint of venom

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” they asked, approaching your lips

“Yeah, very” you said trying to back away. At this point, you were praying for a miracle when all of a sudden, you hear a slashing noise and see blood on your floor

“I told you to stay away from her. I gave you a warning, this is on you homeboy”

“Who are you?” they spluttered out.

A mask opened up and suddenly he appeared

“I’m Miles Morales, but you You can call me the Prowler. Right, Amor?” Miles looked at you

“Right, baby. You said, kissing your man as the person in front of you, fades away.

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 11 days

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Could we get Gaz reacting to reader spreading rumours on base that they're dating for no good reason other than to undermine his authority and piss him off? (Inspired by your reader flirting with Gaz on the job piece) 🙏

tasty tasty tasty.

ok so there is a reason other than undermining his authority. but a pissed-off Gaz is a pissed-off Gaz, right?

26 / 1.4k / comes after flirting with Gaz on the job

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You're on your way to a briefing, eyes cast down on the paperwork in your hands. You did not do your homework, as usual, so you're skimming what you can in the four minutes it takes you to walk to the meeting room.

Which is why you almost don't see Gaz standing in front of you, arm braced on the wall, blocking your way. To someone else, he'd read as neutral. You know his face too well to misread the stern glower tightening his features.

"Excuse me," you say, trying to sidestep him.

Gaz doesn't move. He also clearly knows he can't be moved. Not by you.

"Late for a meeting?" he asks lightly.

"No, sir, but I will be in just a few minutes. So if you don't mind--"

"Not at all," he says in a voice that implies the opposite. "Since you're about to be late anyway, how about you and me have a little chat, yeah?"

"I couldn't possibly take up more of your valuable time," you say, slipping into the flirtatious tone you so often direct at him. You try to slide past him, but nothing escapes Gaz. "Though I'm flattered you'd--"

He grabs your arm. Not roughly—he never touches you roughly, probably because you’d just egg him on—but firmly enough not to be ignored. "With me, Private."

You're too flustered to resist as he pulls you through the halls and into a different office. Captain Price's office, you notice.

⬇ nsfw, revenge porn

“Have a seat.” He gestures to the chair in front of desk, then sits himself on Price’s chair. The corner of his mouth curls up. That’s unnerving.

You don't sit. "Sir, I appreciate your urgency, but I really must get to my briefing. Shepherd will wonder where I am."

Gaz's stare is steady as a hawk's. You'd love the chance to gaze into his eyes under any other circumstances. But now?

"Then Shepard can take it up with me," he says. "He wouldn't be surprised to hear we're spending time together, after all. Or hasn't he heard?"

You sweat. Oh, shit. "I, um, don't know why he wouldn't be surprised."

His eyes harden. “No? I hear we've been spending quite a lot of time together lately. Funny how I was the last to know about it."

Inwardly, you cringe. "I can explain."

“Yeah?” he challenges you. He crosses his arms, leaning back. "You can explain where the hell you get off spreading grubby little rumors about how you and I are fooling around?"

"I said I can." You fidget with the stapled corners of the packets of paper in your arm, folding and creasing them as your mind runs at ninety miles an hour. "So what did you hear, exactly?"

"What I heard was that we're seeing each other in the least professional way imaginable," Gaz says, voice clipped. He keeps his expression and tone controlled only with visible effort. "That I’m having a cozy little fling with a private. Someone who is technically my subordinate. That could cost me a lot of time and patience if my superiors decided to write me up."

"But Captain Price would never believe that about you, though. Right? I mean, the rumor mill is always churning out something. Last month it was Sergeant MacTavish and the girl from IT."

His expression gets frostier. "You started the rumor about us. I know it was you."

You fight the urge to glance back at the door behind you. You try to weave an excuse together, but it gets stuck in your throat.

Gaz leans forward now. His glare is so sharp it could slice glass. He seems to grow in size as he stares you down. He’s so intense, so intimidating, so… right there. Way too close. You start to get distracted, swimming in his dark eyes, before his voice yanks you back to reality.

"I know because some prick claiming to be your ex-boyfriend confronted me about it. Said you put the idea in his head that I'm keeping you warm at night. Took a swing at me, too." He narrows his eyes. "I don't like being put in a position to defend your honor just to protect my reputation, Private."

You stumble through a litany of excuses--you had to get your ex off your back; you meant a different Sergeant Garrick; okay, maybe that's not true, but you only just told a tiny little fib. Is it really your fault the rumor spiraled out of control?

It doesn't work. In fact, as you babble on, Gaz only takes your flailing as proof of how guilty you are.

You're prepared for him to tear you a new asshole (though not in the way you'd want), but to your surprise, he doesn't. Instead:

"You’re going to make this right."

You blink. "I am?"

"Damn right you are. I did your dirty work for you, and I'm sure as hell not chasing down your ex and apologizing after the rubbish he spewed."

"Then... you want me to tell him I lied?"

Gaz scoffs. "It wouldn't work if you did."

"Then what am I supposed to do? Ignore it?"

"Quiet down. I wasn't finished. There's no use trying to quell the rumors at this point; it'll only fuel them. So here's what we're gonna do."

…

You're not quite sure how this is going to solve the problem. It seemed rational when he explained it. Then again, anything coming out of Gaz’s mouth sounds reasonable to you.

You're sitting across from him at a low-key dinner joint. Not the kind of upscale place you're used to being taken to on dates. Then again, this place wasn't your choice. And technically you're treating him to dinner. He’s the one who’s quote-unquote "breaking up" with you.

When you'd questioned his logic, pointing out that it'd be way easier to just not and say you did, he gave you a half-amused, half-condescending look that made your stomach too fluttery.

"If you're gonna use my name and risk my reputation to be my fake girlfriend, I'm gonna get something out of it," he'd said. So now you've gotta wine and dine him at his favorite restaurant, and then you're gonna have to sit there and be broken up with. As if he hasn't shamed you enough.

That sucks. This sucks. You never even got a real date with him. And with your luck, your ex is gonna find out.

You do try to flirt your way back into his good graces during this fake-relationship-real-date. He just scoffs. Doesn't just no-sell you--he actively bites back and he's pretty damn mean about it.

You're not just a liar, he tells you--you're dense. If you'd asked him out like a normal person instead of flirting with him and then starting stupid rumors, he'd have considered it. When you tell him you had asked him out and he’d turned you down, he scoffs and tells you he'd have split the bill instead of making you pay, at least.

That's as far as he intends for it to go. But then, while you're waiting on the check, he gets a text from an unknown number.

It's a video. Of you.

You doing some very lewd things to what looks like your ex-boyfriend. Blowing him in the bathroom of some club or a restaurant much dingier than this one. If that's where he's been taking you on dates, Gaz can understand why you broke up with him.

Enjoy my sloppy seconds, chud, says the accompanying smug text.

Gaz is also starting to understand why you lied to get your ex off your back.

"What is it?" you ask, seeing the look on Gaz's face as he stares down at his phone.

"Nothing," he says, putting his phone away as the waiter sets down the check. Gaz pushes his chair out and rises, trying his best not to show any emotion, but his words are a little too sharp. "Let's go.”

"Now?" you ask, surprised. "I thought you were going to--I thought we would get our story straight about the, um, the breakup."

"We can figure it out on the way."

"To where?”

"Your place."

...

[part 1] / part 2

more Gaz / masterlist tag

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xmalereader · 8 months

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Simon Riley x Medic! Male Reader

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Authors Note: I’m finally updating again 😫, I’ve been busy with my studies and advancing in my Japanese before I leave next year, gotta be prepared and working extra hours for the money 🤪, but either way. I was able to get a few requests completed and will make sure to update as much as I can!

Request: Remember the quest where graves seize all Los Vaqurous (Dunno the spelling sorry- ;-;) and have to kill both ghost and soap? What if Reader who is medic from Ghost Team and Graves saw the potential and decide to have Medic Reader for himself so he seize Reader too. Follow the plot of the game, they got Reader last after saving Alejandro and his team. Happy ending where Reader said "You found me... " and Ghost reply with "I always found you" :D

Warnings: Language, background, reader is a medic, soft ghost, slight angst, mentions of past trauma, Graves is a creep, Spanish language, Price likes reader.

Word Count: 1.9K

Tag: @keera9534

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Y/n was the teams best medic, being picked by Price himself due to knowing how good he was at patching up the team and providing the proper medicine. He first joined the team when Price was in need to medical help after taking a bullet to the abdomen. When they brought him in, the nurses and doctors were far too frantic and full of worry as they ran around the medical wing checking on other wounded soldiers and trying to attend to them, leaving Price with no medical attention. The captain had tried to patch himself up since it wasn’t the first time that he’s gotten injured and had stitched himself up.

But the situation was far worse and the bullet had been lodged inside which made it difficult for Price to get it done himself. It wasn’t until one of the rookies quickly stepped up, attending Price and making sure that he’s given the proper attention. The captain was too drowsy to fight off the rookie due to blood lose that Y/n acted quickly, ignoring Prices cursing and pained groans while he worked on his wound, using the proper tools to remove the bullet and get him stitched up.

Price noticed how fast the rookie worked and how quick he is to stitch and patch him up. The captain was left in surprise and impressed by his work only for the rookie to get in trouble by doing something he wasn’t stationed to do. That same day Price took interest in the rookie and asked Laswell about him, getting his records and reading into his life and finding out that the young man had gone to the best medical schools and ended up here.

The kid was reckless, but knew what he was doing and Price liked that.

Y/n was the first to be recruited by Price, getting trained in combat and how to handle a gun in order to keep himself alive while out on the field with the others. After a few months Price later brings in Ghost into the team, scaring the poor rookie when they first met. The doctor found him intimidating due to his silence and the skull mask he wore, rarely talking to Y/n whenever the two were in the same room or whenever he was patching him up.

The two only spoke whenever they were on missions, but never in private.

The doctor figured that he wouldn’t be getting along with Ghost for really long time since they rarely spoke, only for that to change when one of the soldiers that he was helping started hitting on him. Flirting with him and finding excuses to see him whenever he was injured and the doctor grew irritated by it. It all happened when the Solider grew upset with Y/n ignoring his snarky flirting, cornering him and growing desperate only for Ghost to randomly appear behind man and pull him away from the doctor.

Ghost had given the man a deadly look that frightened the man easily and was quick to scurry away. Y/n appreciated Ghosts help and offered to buy him a drink as a thank you which Ghost easily accepts, giving the two a chance to finally talk with each other out of base and non work related. That night was all it took in order for their feelings to grow, sometimes tip towing around each other, but it was clear as day that the two liked each other deeply.

Their relationship deepened as the years went by to the point where they ended up dating for a two years, working together in the field along with Gaz, Soap, and Price. The three knew how inseparable both Ghost and Y/n were that it wasn’t a surprise when they were assigned to work under the Shadow Company, getting the know Graves who they followed orders from.

His time working with the Shadow company was strange. Y/n sensed that something wasn’t right when he was grounded by Graves and to stay in base and work as a doctor from there, which he did not like. Their were times where he tried to get in communication with Ghost and to tell him about the strange feeling he was getting only for his requests to speak with the lieutenant to be rejected which only made the feeling worse.

It wasn’t until the night that Graves decided to go against them that all hell broke loose.

The alarms of the base were going off and the sounds of shouting and protests were being heard.

Y/n was rushing out of the medical room, looking around with confusion and worry as a few soldiers were running around the place. “Que esta pasando?” He asks one of the soldiers running down the hallways as they quickly tell him that they are being rounded up in the main lobby. It doesn’t really reassure him about the alarms going off and heads towards the lobby.

“Round them up!”

“Get them in the cells!”

He stands over the lobby to see Graves shadows rounding up Alejandros men, pointing their guns at them and forcing them into cells. The image alone lets him be aware of what is going on, noticing one of the Shadows spotting him and calling out. “We have one on the balcony!”

“Shit!” Y/n is quick to duck down when they shoot their guns at him, making him run out of sight and trying to find a way out of base without getting killed.

He’s able to make it down the first floor without being detected only to turn the corner and come face to face with Graves. “Easy, doc.” He says while grabbing him by the arms, stopping his struggles when he noticed three shadows behind Graves and armed. “I ain’t gonna hurt you doc, your far too special.” Said Graves as Y/n glared at him, gritting his teeth in anger as he pulls his arm away from his hold. “I knew something was bad about you.” He points out while his eyes remain on Graves, keeping a close eye on him as the man chuckled. “Yeah, well, it’s already too late. Your friends are probably dead by now since my shadows are hunting them down as we speak.”

Y/n scoffs. “I guess your leaving me for last to kill?”

Graves grins. “Oh. Oh no, you—“ He takes a slow step forward while Y/n takes one back. “You I will keep, your a good doctor and I will be needing you for sure, but for now I need to make sure you don’t escape.” Graves signals the three shadows towards Y/n, “Lock him up, separated from the others while I clean up this mess.”

Y/n takes a step back from the shadows and tries to fight back, kicking and punching them only for them to grab him by the arms and wrists and pining him against the wall, grunting and glaring before he’s dragged away from Graves who only watched with a sinister smirk on his face. He’s taken to his own cell, tossed inside without a care while they locket the door on him.

“Son of a bitch!” He shouts, slamming his firsts against the metal door and pulling on the handle, knowing that it wouldn’t work already. “I swear to god when I get out of here I am going to kill you!” He goes on, throwing out his own threats to anyone who can hear him. He doesn’t forget Graves’ words and how he was hunting down his team for all he knows both Soap and Ghost could be dead, but refuses to believe it. Soap was a great shot and Ghost.

Well, he was something else.

A simple shadow couldn’t kill him.

Simon had been through far worse condition. When they were a few months into their relationship and the trust between the two was growing, Simon had gained the courage to finally talk to Y/n about his past. When Simon told him about his time as a kid and the way his father treated him made the doctor realize how bad his life really was and the reason why he joined the British military. Y/n didn’t judge Simon nor did he ever bring up his traumas whenever they were alone, only thinking about it in silence.

Their conversation deepened their bond and the two grew closer than ever.

While Y/n paced around the room he tries to figure out a way out of this cell, checking every crook and cranny as his fingers skim over the barred windows only to curser under his breath when he doesn’t find anything. “Dammit, Alejandro this place is sealed.” He mumbled out to himself.

He checks under the bed, hoping to find anything that could help him and crawls underneath. “This could work.” He finds the metal bed frame to be rusty, crawling out and using his strength to kick a piece off, groaning with each kick until the metal piece falls off, taking it in his hand and working quickly to scrape it against the concrete floor, sharpening it enough to use as a weapon.

Before he could finish up the sound of gun shots is heard from outside his cell, causing him to freeze as the alarms of the base are going off again. He doesn’t stop to think and quickly continues to sharpen the metal and quickly finished up. He holds it in his hand tight while standing close to the doorway, preparing for anyone who comes in.

The sound of gun shots grows louder, hearing muffled shouts in the background as he keeps his eyes on the metal door. The sound of tumbling bodies gets him alerted while holding up the sharpened metal piece, moving closer to the door as chains rattle on the other end, he pressed himself against the corner as the door is prided open.

The doctor doesn’t think and is quick to react, swinging his arm down at the shadow entering his cell, but his hit us quickly blocked. He kicks his leg and brings him down on his knee, using his other arm to wrap around his neck and hold the sharpened blade against his neck.

“Y/n!”

The sound of a familiar voice gets his attention, looking up to see Simon standing on the other side of the door along with Rudy and Alejandro who stared with wide eyes by how fast he is to defend himself. “Ghost?” He breaths out, looking down to see who he has in a headlock only to see Soap. “Shit, Soap—“ He quickly lets go of him and lowered down his own weapon.

“No worries, mate. Understandable reaction.” Said Soap with a nervous laugh while slowly getting up from where he kneeled.

“I thought…” Y/n starts, eyes focused on Ghost who approached him slowly, taking the blade from his hand and tossing it aside while the doctor stares at Ghost. “I didn’t think you’d come for me.” He whispers and Ghost gives off a soft chuckle. “I’ll always come for you.” He responds back, reminding the doctor that he would never leave him behind.

“Come on, lets get out of here and get somewhere safe.” Alejandro is quick to speak up while they leave the cell and help out Alejandro’s man out of their own cells. “Here.” Ghost reached for one of his pistols and hands it to Y/n who takes it into his own hands and cocks the gun. “Why do I get the small one?” He pouts out, getting a reaction from the other man who rolled his eyes. “You’ll get a bigger one once we are out of here.” Y/n chuckled softly at his response. “That’s a promise.” He whispers loud enough for Ghost to hear before following the others out, getting them to safety.

#simon riley x reader #Simon Riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #male reader #mw2 ghost #Simon Riley #medic male reader #medic reader #mw2

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callsign-bunnie · 4 months

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First of all OW

Second now all I can think about is an Spn/CoD crossover, what are your HC’s bunnie the people want to know!

Have a great day

Hmmm, so funnily enough, I've not thought of it that much. I'm not really a "these characters meet other characters" kind of gal when I do crossovers, HOWEVER, (warning: I HAVE NOT WATCHED PAST 13 AND I DON'T CARE TO. GABRIEL DYING WAS MY FINAL STRAW SO THAT EPISODE WAS THE LAST I EVER WATCHED)

Ghost flirts with Dean, Dean is not the player he once was because Ghost is way too young for him

For the record, Price is not and is his type, I am sure you can see where I'm going with this

Oh god, it's just hitting me that I've never actually talked about my SPN opinions on this blog so I have no idea what live fire I might be throwing myself in front of. Whatever, moving on

I'll match the characters up how I think they would go, being -Ghost and Gabriel (hear me out. Both use humor to cope, both were "forsaken" by their fathers, both had asshole siblings. Gabriel was a lot more serious in the later seasons after being traumatized, and I think he'd end up relating a lot more to Ghost and both would enjoy the dark humor the other can provide. Gabriel would LOVE that goldfish joke) -Farah would love Claire and adopt her as a younger sister (Speaking of! Claire is around Gaz's age :D) -Gaz would probably love Jack, I'm just saying -Valeria definitely heavily enjoyed Ruby's "I'm awesome" speech and would one hundred percent "girl boss" with her -I have opinions but I think Dean and Soap, but I think Dean would see himself in Soap and Soap wouldn't like how Dean treated Castiel. -Rudy and Castiel, I don't think I have to elaborate, here. (For the record, Rudy is also not getting along with Dean.) -Alex and Benny, for no other reason than they're both from around the same area and I think both would appreciate finally having another southerner around (that isn't Graves.) -AU Michael and Makarov, don't fight me on this one, you know I'm right. -I'm going to also say Dean and Alejandro, for obvious reasons -Sam and Price, both due to being closer in age and also because I think Price is secretly very nerdy -Laswell and Jody, but... I mean, that was obvious. They don't actually bond over being mother figures, Jody ends up bonding more with Price over that, it's more just... everything in their lives being so unsure because of their careers, even when Jody was just a cop. -I think Lucifer would fucking love Graves, but I don't think Graves would even like Lucifer. I think Lucifer would just be way too much for Graves, and Graves would very likely call him pathetic for being unable to keep a handle on hell and for whining all the damn time. (Also for being caught so easily and so frequently.)

I'm considering this more as Sam, Dean, and CO universe hopped to COD, so I'm just saying... no one is impressed by them, and then vice versa.

COD characters are not going to be intimidated by a bunch of civilians chasing monsters and the SPN characters don't consider war that scary when they've faced the apocalypse 80 bazillion times

There is also the age gap to take into consideration, I mean Gaz and Soap can't be older than thirty and I don't actually consider many of the characters even hitting the 35 mark.

I am also considering this as COD exists as a game franchise in SPN world, and SPN exists as a TV show in COD world, so they do know about each other.

So, I'm just saying, Dean is getting snide remarks from a few corners for his treatment of a few people. Gabriel and Castiel, especially, all points considered. I don't think Ghost, Soap, Gaz, or Rudy are letting it slide in any direction

Price doesn't care enough to stop them

Alejandro is just annoyed that even MORE people are in his base, and these ones happen to be civilians from another universe.

Despite getting along with them, however, neither Dean or Sam are allowed near Rudy. Hey, Alejandro's seen the show, he knows most of both of their shticks is flirting and fucking, he's good. (Cas is the one he has to watch out for, but he's unsuspecting because there's no way that nerd has a chance. Rudy is too loyal to his husband, but Cas definitely has a chance.)

Valeria is actively plotting how to use demons in her quest for power. You know she is already forming that alliance with Rowena

She doesn't like Lucifer enough.

Farah has already offered Claire and Alex (SPN) a home in Urzikstan, Alex (COD) has said he's unsure that'll work out.

Benny is just not allowed around anyone without respective partner there. I mean, look at him... you'd be worried too. I'd be worried. We'd all be worried.

Anyway, I'm very anxious to post this just because, again, I have no idea what I'm subjecting myself to. All I'm saying is, if you disagree with me... um... I didn't watch 14 or 15, so that's what I'm blaming that on. (Gabriel was my favorite character, do not be mean to him or Benny.)

#call of duty #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #alejandro x rodolfo #kyle gaz garrick #aledolfo #call of duty: modern warfare ii #i'm not putting too much effort into tagging this #i'm just using random tags #dean winchester #sam winchester #gabriel spn #castiel spn #supernatural #queue for dinner again hunny?

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cherryskyies · 2 years

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Levi slowly realizing he is in love

for part one

(a/n): I don't know how long I'm going to drag this out, honestly. I just like writing for it <3

masterlist || navigation || ao3

It’s excruciatingly slow, but the walls Levi had built so high begin to chip; each smile you send his way is another crack in the concrete. He should have built them better, sturdier, perhaps with metal? Though his efforts are in vain, he fights it tooth and nail.

The last four months have been brutal, Hange keeps pestering him to ask you out, Armin keeps trying to make advances- and worst of all: you don’t visit as often. He’s lucky to have you in his office once a week, compared to the everyday he’d gotten used to.

Levi hates change, truly.

He hated your visits the first few weeks, but he didn’t have the heart to kick you out, as you were great at being quiet and filling out paperwork.

Now, the work seems intimidating, piled a mile high — not to add the silence, he’d gotten used to the sound of your pen on paper, the quiet yawns you’d fight back on exceptionally late nights, the clink of your tea cup that would make you wince everytime you sat it down; he could go on.

“Levi~,” Hange sang, cheerful as ever. “I’ve got good news- oh,” they took in his appearance: hair messy, darker eyebags than usual, deep frown etched onto his face, “Bad time…?”

He doesn’t remember them knocking or him saying come in, but he is too tired to bitch. “No, what do you need, four-eyes?” the nickname had become less degrading and more..affectionate overtime.

With a jump in their step, they plopped down in the wooden seat across from him, “I have good news, it’s about your little birdy, (y/n).” the mention of your name had him visibly perked up, Hange had to stifle a laugh. “Armin finally got the courage to ask her out, yeah?”

His face fell, there was no way in hell that little s- “hey, hey, Levi I haven’t even finished, let that poor pen go.”

Levi sat the pen down next to a document, a death certificate for a young scout named Henisey Lorpan, waiting to be signed, “I don’t care about my cadets love lives, Hange. If this is all you came to me for, then you are excused.”

His day was officially ruined, he wouldn’t be leaving his office for anything.

Hange smiled, shaking their head as they giggled, “Like I said, not done. She said no, she already has her eye on someone,” they paused, gauging the captain's response before continuing. “Mhm, should’ve seen the poor kid, looked like a kicked puppy.”

Once again, Levi grumbled, “You’re dism-”

They cut him off, standing from the chair to leave, “Point is, I think she likes you, Levi.” The soft click of the door filled the room.

He picks the red pen up, signs his name onto the parchment and sets it aside.

______________________

There are two things Levi must learn. One: how to share, and two: how to swallow his pride.

It's impossible, that's how it feels, at least. Levi is losing his grip every passing day, watching other men flirt with you- god forbid they touch you.

Hange's words repeat in his mind, they have never been one to lie to him, but how likely was it that you liked a man twice your age?

He does not have the upper hand and he hates it, almost as much as he hates the way you make him feel.

Levi would love to ignore the way your hands feel on his arm; soft and nothing like his, the way your eyes look up at him, all tired and sleepy- something he wishes to wake up to, forever.

You've been nothing but kind to him, determined to prove your worth and keep your spot on his squad. Though, the only way you'd leave is if a titan pried you from his cold, dead arms.

"Sorry I'm late, captain," you rushed, balancing the tea in one hand and your books in the other. "Armin held me up, wanted to tell me about glow jellies- pretty cool, honestly." a soft smile adorned your features, he could tell you had a soft spot for the kid.

He dismissed you, the corner of his lips upturning ever-so-slightly, "A simple apology would have sufficed, cadet."

It was clock-work, you'd read a book on the sofa, occasionally you'd get up and help with paperwork if there was a ton, but otherwise you kept to yourself; just how Levi liked it.

Against better judgment, Levi cleared his throat, glancing your way, "Hange mentioned Armin asking you out," the book in your hand fell, hitting you square in the face with a thud. "Not to be a cock block or anything, but if it interferes with yours or his performance, I will have to remove him from my squad, understood?"

He itched to hear what you would say, whether you would deny it or not.

"Levi," your voice was sweet, dropping formalities with the captain due to peer shock. "Me and Armin..we aren't- I don't like him like that. He's my best friend, I assure nothing is going on."

A moment passed, you felt like you could die from embarrassment.

"Alright," he studies you for a moment, stone eyes taking in your appearance; your clothes are messier than usual, but he nods, content with your answer.

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Two more months go by, he knows he has to do something, to tell you and get it over with or this feeling will swallow him whole- that is if Hange doesn't get to him first, he thinks.

If he wasn’t so sure they'd turn him into titan bait for their experiments, he'd think about letting them have their way.

Snow sets in, falling from the sky at a steady pace. You're out there, making a snowman with Armin and Jean. The carrot has bite marks, no doubt from Sasha, but no one cares.

"Jean!" He hears you yell, you're so close to his window. "You're gonna…snow….doing that!"

Your voice is muffled, he can only catch snippets of your conversation.

Levi doesn't notice Hange sitting across from him, he doesn't notice them getting up and putting their hand on the curtain to pull it back, "Cute snowman," they comment, watching as Levi startles at their -not so- sudden intrusion. "Kind of creepy that you're listening to them."

He frowns, not daring to peek behind him to see the snowman- or you, for the matter, "Get out," but Hange doesn't budge, instead they open the window and call out-

"Hey, cadets, cute snowman! Can you come to Levi's office, Cadet (l/n)?"

Matchmaker Hange mode has been activated, Levi can see it in their eyes.

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armpirate · 1 year

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 17

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Warnings: Mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, dirty talk

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I move my thumbs against each other, having a little fight on my lap as I try to hide my nervousness under the table. Her gray eyes keep reading my resume intensely, and the way she slightly curves one side of her lips down just warns me she might've read something she didn't like.

—So you haven't worked in this field?

The second her gaze moves from the sheet of paper to me, I feel small and intimidated.

—I've tried to do some unofficial work for some companies —she keeps her eyes on me, waiting for me to go on and explain what I've just said—. They kept doing contests for people to create new logos or new designs.

—You said you "tried", so that means they didn't pick your designs? —she looks at me over her cat-eye glasses.

Pressing my lips together, I shake my head slowly. She then nods, and that's how I know it's all over for me. It was the only thing I could use to prove I'm more than ready and excited to work on what I've been studying, and she took it down. Clearly, when you have thirty more people waiting in line to get an interview to work for your company, a person with no experience is the least of your problems. Dump one and one hundred more will show up to take the vacancy in their place.

—As you'd understand, we need someone with experience to be part of our marketing team. Doing some designs for fun isn't enough —she places my resume back on the table, and fixes her eyes on me—. I wish you all the best.

Wishing me all the best won't get my ass to work.

I fake a smile, barely curving the corner of my lips up, as I stand up to shake her hand that's hanging in the air.

Leaving the building isn't any better. Although I feel relieved by this moment passing by, I also feel disappointed on how this is the third interview I managed to book in the past six months just for it to turn out on me being rejected again for the exact same reasons.

Asshole: How did it go?

Jungkook sent this a minute after I told him I'd start the interview. Yet he seems to be keeping an eye on his phone. As soon as I reply to the text he sent thirty minutes ago, he shows up with a new text.

Me: Seems like I'll be serving drinks a little longer

Asshole: Their loss

Me: Thats what losers say to comfort themselves

Asshole: I was just tryna be nice 🥺

I try my best to hold in the smile that aims to form on my face as soon as I read his text, and see his emoji.

Me: What is Mr. Nice doing?

Instead of just answering it, Jungkook sends me a pic. He's posing in front of a mirror inside of the studio, and I can see reflected the tattoo chair where I was sitting when we decided to go back in time in my life. Jungkook's pouty lips and wide dow eyes, while he's keeping two fingers up for the pose make me instantly giggle.

And I know it's way too late when I'm aware of what's just happened.

My phone starts shaking in my hand, and when I look at the screen I see his name again. Trying to get back some of my usual self, I take the call.

—I've been tattooing a cobra for almost five hours.

—Cobra as in the tattoo or a body part?

—Oh... Oh —he says lower as soon as he gets the double meaning—. Dirty mind, I see. There's no better way to cope with rejection.

—You know what's better to cope with rejection? Not being reminded you were rejected —I sigh—. But thank you for trying.

I think it's the first time Jungkook doesn't go along and drag the conversation himself. And it's my fault, to be honest. He was trying to cheer me up, and I blocked whatever it was he was trying to do.

—So... are you done? —I finally ask— I mean, do you have more customers?

—Not until four —he groans, and all I can think is that he's stretching out on his seat—. I think I'll go to the gym, grab something for lunch and come back. Mark is here anyway. What about you?

—I'll prepare lunch and get ready for work —I keep looking back while I head to the bus stop, just to make sure it isn't coming yet.

—I thought you were on your off day.

—I wish —an ironic laugh leaves my mouth just with the thought of having to stand assholes after what happened fifteen minutes ago—. Still three days left for my weekend. But it's alright, I could be doing worse.

Jungkook is about to speak, or maybe he does say something. But I stop him the moment I see the bus driving past me and getting nearer to the bus stop.

—Shit —my legs start running before I can even hang up—. I gotta get going. Talk to you later.

And again, he's almost going to say something, but I end the call before he can even say it out loud.

✸ ✸ ✸

And I confirm today hasn't been my day at all. I've been acting like a rabid dog for most of the evening, which scared some customers away. Or, at least, they avoided being attended by me, because at some point Tammy just told me to prepare those drinks while she was the one taking the orders directly from them.

She knew about what happened before we started our service -she insisted too much to get to know what was going on with my face. She knew how I was feeling because she's gone to a lot of castings to get, at least, a secondary role in different plays, but she was always rejected for several reasons. I guess that's why she didn't take my bad mood seriously. She knows it isn't aimed at her, or my job as a bartender. But the fact that I was so close to what I wanted to do, and how I filled my head with possibilities and daydreams at the thought of being chosen, that being back to reality felt like a punch straight to the throat.

It kind of makes me feel like I'm not good at anything. I kept overestimating myself, and now I'm back to reality: It's been four years since I finished the degree, and I've only been able to get booked for a few interviews, when most of the time companies would reject me just by looking at my resume.

It's pathetic.

And that mixed with the fact that today I let Tammy carry with the whole service almost by herself isn't making it any better.

Not only am I pathetic, but also unprofessional and a bad coworker.

My mental rambling gets interrupted by one thought as soon as I reach my floor: What the fuck is he doing here?

—You sounded off on the phone this morning —he starts explaining—. So I bought some sweets —he raises the plastic box filled with striking coloured candy—, and drove here.

The way he's just standing there, looking so small with his baggy clothes, with his black bucket hat and his squared smile, combined with the fact that he drove here so late into the night just to try to cheer me up makes me suddenly forget about everything that's happened today.

I'm unable to say no, although I'm a bit tired.

We don't really do much the moment we get in my apartment. We don't talk about my interview, or how was work. We just sit on the floor, backs resting on my couch, while we watch a movie he chose. I was hoping for a horror movie, I was in the mood to see some gore content, but Jungkook ended up choosing The Ugly Truth.

—Have you come over to do a teaching class?

And that's all I can think about the second Gerard Butler hangs up the phone at the guy Katherine Heigl was trying to win over.

He shushes me without taking his eyes away from my TV, he doesn't even move his eyes away to pick the candies he wants to eat. Honestly, I don't even think he's blinking at this point. Yet the second I pick the last gummy bear, when he's eaten most of them, he holds my wrist and takes it away from my fingers with his teeth.

—I've only eaten two of...

He shuts me up when his lips collide against mine. I feel his tongue exploring my mouth, and just a few seconds after I feel something light and fruity against my inner cheek. It takes me a bit to process what's just happened, and my pussy throbs the moment I do. I always pictured that as something disgusting, yet the way he sneakily moved his tongue and the gummy went from his mouth to mine... It was too hot.

How am I even supposed to focus on the movie now?

But I do the second he acts like nothing has happened. And we move on to the scene where they're both in the club, where Butler confesses why he doesn't believe in relationships and how he's had his heart broken by different girls. My eyes unconsciously move to Jungkook, after my head remembers how he never invites girls over and how he got himself in this deal instead of going after someone he could end up dating. And my gaze doesn't seem to go undetected since he stops the movie and turns to me before I can even move my eyes away.

—You want to know, don't you? —he turns to me with a funny smile.

—No —I lie, of course I want to know. It's just basic curiosity—. But... if you feel like sharing.

He chuckles with my response, and turns his whole body to me. He frowns, and his gaze moves up as he tries to remember and select how much he wants to share with me right now.

—It was just one —he tilts his head as soon as he seems to start remembering things—. And she cheated on me. I loved her more than she loved me. Simple as that. After five years of dating, instead of breaking up with me, she started seeing one of my customers. She only said she didn't want to hurt me, but she wasn't feeling the same way. Living together, working together... It wore her out.

And that was her excuse? So her plan was to cheat on him until she got tired of the other guy and could go back to Jungkook as if nothing happened? I'm not able to understand how someone could do something like that to anyone. But the fact that it happened specifically to Jungkook, makes me feel some type of way.

I'm unaware of the face I must be making until he pats my head and laughs, trying to make that tension disappear.

—Chill, cocktease. Last time I saw that look, you threw a shoe at my head —he clicks his tongue—. And it's not like you have any reasons to be looking this way.

And he's right. At most, we are just two people getting to be friends as a consequence of a weird deal we both came up with. Getting affected by what he's just told me, in the slightest, is the dumbest thing.

—I'm just annoyed. That's it —I shrug—. I can't stand lies, and I always get worked up when something similar happens in movies or shows.

But is that really everything there is to it? I can't dig deeper in this question, because Jungkook's voice interrupts my own answer.

—You look cute when you're annoyed —he moves his thumb across the frowned space between my eyebrows.

—Huh, so that's why you always try to piss me off.

He puckers his lips while he thinks of the answer, and simply nods before his lips cover mine carefully. He tastes so sweet and addictive right now, I can't do anything but pull him closer by sinking my fingers on his locks.

The care and finesse disappears fast the second we start sucking on each other's lips like our lives depend on it. I know he started kissing me because he saw I was starting to overthink about a situation I'm not even directly involved in, he wanted to wash those thoughts away, and it's working.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, and he has the exact same expression he had the first time we made out and he left when things were about to start getting better.

—Can we go to your room? —he asks with a raspy voice.

The second we cross the door to my room, while still holding hands, he makes me turn to him. Jungkook has the same look he's had the other few times we've been in a similar situation, he looks concerned, but so eager for it to happen that he doesn't dare to say a word that could ruin all of this.

I place my hands on his shoulders, looking for support, the second I stand on my tip toes to kiss his neck. I try to remember the way his lips moved on my neck, just to mimic those same kisses on his skin and get a few groans from him. He sounds so good, it only encourages me to keep going while my fingers start unzipping his pants.

I feel the muscles on his back and shoulders tense and move the second he slightly bends, just to take his baggy jeans off. And his gray sweater follows right after. My mouth goes dry the second I see him only wearing a pair of black boxers. And fuck, black has never looked so good on anyone else before.

Jungkook kisses my cheek and jaw, sliding his hands down my black polo shirt just so he moves them back up, taking the fabric with his digits until it's completely off my body. He moves the reverse of his index through my collar bone, down my chest -moving in between my still covered breasts-, and keeps going lower on my body until it reaches the edge of my jeans.

When he leans over me and I feel his warm breath near my earlobe, I try my best to relax and make my heart beat at a normal pace. But I know I failed when his lips curl against my skin as soon as he places them under my jar, just to leave a small kiss.

—Wait —I stop him, the moment the air hits directly against my exposed thighs—. I know it'll sound dumb, but I don't...

—You aren't ready? —he ends for me—. It's okay —he starts to step back.

—It's not that —I hold his arm—. I'm not ready for that —I move my head, and I'm sure he understands what I mean—, but I want to do something else. I want you to touch me —I whisper, unsure of what he'll think—, and I want you to teach me how to touch you.

Jungkook smiles at that, and points with his head towards the bed. Although he still asks a few times if I'm sure of what we are going to do. And honestly, I am. It's not like it's the first time we are in a similar situation, but it is the first time we are going to see each other completely naked.

—If you want to stop, just say it, okay? —he starts speaking the moment I'm lying in the middle of the bed, and he's following me right after.

I take off my bra and panties, under his attentive gaze. It's almost as if he's waiting for the minimum sign that shows that I'm uncomfortable to stop this, but far from that I bite my lip and get even more turned on when his black eyes travel down my body with such admiration and lust I'm starting to feel dizzy. But that feels like nothing the moment he takes his boxers off and leaves his cock in full display.

Sure I've seen a lot on porn sites, and of course I've imagined them while reading spicy books. And while his isn't as big as the ones I pictured, it's just as impressive how thick and hard it already is, while pointing directly at me.

He straddles my right thigh, while pushing the left one away to keep my legs spread for him. And while he holds his shaft with one of his hands, the other gives soft massages on my inner thigh, getting closer to my throbbing core.

—Put your fingers around me.

And just as he told me, I do it. He feels so hard in my hand, but at the same time so soft. He stops me when I'm going to move my hand up to his tip, and lets a string of spit fall from his mouth to his cock. The moment he starts motioning my hand under his on his cock, he lets out a grunt and slides the fingers of his other hand through my folds without a previous warning.

I move my hand on him slowly, up and down, while his fingers spread the wetness all over so he can start teasing my clit in circles.

—Have you ever touched yourself? —I nod, feel my mouth is way to dry to be able to answer with words.

The moan gets stuck in my throat when I feel the tip of his finger teasing my entrance, moving in circles until I unconsciously lift my hips to invite him in. The hold on his dick grows tighter as soon as his finger slips in, making both of us moan.

—You're so tight —he groans, sliding his whole finger in.

Jungkook starts moving in sync with my hand, and at some point I'm feeling tempted to look up to him to make sure whether he's liking it or not. But fuck, when his eyes meet mine, and I see him with that frowned sexy look, lips parted with a smirk I'm totally lost on him. I swirl my hand on his shaft, which causes that smirk to grow even wider.

I whimper when he moves his finger away, but let out a drowned moan when he adds a second finger to stretch me out.

—You're working on my cock so well —but just like the other time, his free hand reaches my face and separates my lips with his fingers so I can't keep my moans to myself—. Let me hear you. Let me know how good I'm being to you.

His fingers curl inside of me, reaching a familiar spot I've wanted to work on the few times I've tried. And he adds his thumb to the game, moving in circles on my clit. And that's when I know he wants to end me somehow. My head falls back, and my legs instantly move to spread wider for him, causing the thigh caged in between his legs to rub and press against his balls. He lets out a cracked moan as soon as the feeling hits him, and it only encourages me to repeat it a few more times.

—Jungkook —the wet sounds of his fingers are just making me go crazier by the minute—. Fuck, you're so good.

The knot in my stomach is about to crash, just a few more moves and I'll get loose right here and now. And of course he knows. He feels my pussy clenching around his fingers, which only makes him move faster on my clit and that particular spot. His hips start working on my hand the second his dick starts to tighten up against my palm.

A pornographic moan comes out of me when Jungkook's finger rub that same spot for the last time, and just a few seconds after I feel something warm falling over my chest and belly.

—Oh fuck —he moans with his eyes still closed—. Oh fuck —he repeats, but now he seems concerned.

When I open my eyes, he's looking at me worried. Carefully, his fingers leave my body and he gets up and heads to my bathroom.

—I'm sorry —he apologizes when he comes back with some toilet paper.

—It's alright —he starts cleaning me up softly, getting rid of the sticky liquid—. It's okay —I say, before he's able to apologize again.

—You were really good —he wipes the toilet paper over my sensitive core, making me whine slightly.

And while he's doing that, I think of that duality he manages to control perfectly. He was looking hot and sexy just a few seconds ago, and right now he's back to his cute self, glancing at me with a warm smile.

When he comes out of the bathroom, I see him looking around uncomfortably, uneasy. As if he weren't sure of what to do.

—You can stay the night —I assure him.

His eyes look shiny when he looks at me after I say that, but he shakes his head and starts picking up his clothes.

—It'll be better if I sleep back home —I see him dressing up.

Jungkook doesn't say anything else, he just kisses my head and leaves the room. And not too long after I hear the sound of my main door closing.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

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bmodiwrites · 2 years

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things you said too quietly? Or things you Said after we kissed with Steddie ofc 🥺

How about a mix of both? I think I can swing that! Thanks for the request, dear friend - you're the best!

Upon hearing voices echoing from outside of Rick's cabin, Eddie crouched down on the far side of the boat, immediately on guard. He heard Dustin, but others, too. That was worrying, so he grabbed for the closest thing to him - the beer bottle was easy to break against the side of the boat. He stayed hidden as they approached. His heart was racing because there were so many people he didn't recognize.

Despite that, Eddie wasn't truly on high alert until Steve Harrington walked through the door. For whatever reason, red flags went up in Eddie's brain and he pounced. Steve was so taken aback that Eddie moved his body so easily, like a rag doll - they were chest to chest against the boat house wall before either of them could blink. Eddie shifted until the sharp edge of the beer bottle was against Steve's neck - each hitch of breath brought Steve's skin close to that jagged broken piece. A surge of satisfaction ran over him.

Then, it quickly shifted to arousal when Steve whispered a choked off "fuck" that Eddie only heard because they were pressed so close. It was too quiet, not even meant for Eddie's ears. As Steve's eyes widened, Eddie recognized a little more than surprise. Eddie's chest tightened at the realization that Steve felt the odd jolting spark between them, too. It was easy to see that this boy, a little younger than himself, meant him no harm. At least, not in a way that Eddie wouldn't enjoy in the process.

He stayed in his aggressive stance until Dustin vouched for him - only half of Eddie made that decision because he was still on guard. By the time he was released, Steve was panting in the clutch of Eddie's hand. If only Steve could feel the unsteady beat of his heart.

Suddenly, the bad news he knew he was about to receive didn't intimidate him nearly as much as he figured it would. Luckily, Steve Harrington presented him with a distraction worthy of a few brain cells that made the load of worry a little less.

With that in mind, Eddie made subtly flirting with Steve a sort of game. He treaded the line of making his statements too overt, because Eddie's ability to read the mixed signals Steve gave off wasn't nearly good enough to risk getting his ass handed to him. It was fun, though, and reciprocated just enough for Eddie to allow himself to enjoy it. So many strange things were happening that a little normal pining was the touch of reality Eddie needed.

Things got very real very fast, making it easy to give into long looks and elbows in the ribs that gave comfort in a time that was dark and admittedly scary. He never expected for it to continue when they got back to the Hawkins that'd turned it's back on Eddie, but it did. Steve stayed close and worked hard to execute the plans that would give them a bigger step up, that would help Eddie.

Eddie tried not to think about the way his heart fluttered, because there were bigger things happening and more people that Steve cared about than just Eddie - his influence on Steve's behavior wasn't noteworthy, even. Couldn't possibly be.

He changed his mind when Steve cornered him a few minutes before they were going to head back into the Upside Down and split up. And while Eddie still never appreciated the idea of a party dividing itself, he was more than happy to play up the distraction to buy the rest of his friends some time. He came to grips with protecting Dustin at all costs, no matter what that meant. Steve and the tight smiles and the particularly amazing way his vest looked on athletic shoulders shouldn't have mattered.

Sharing space with Steve made it hard to think past the large mark on his neck and the wetness of lips that were bitten and bruised from nerves only fighting for survival could produce. He let his vision flit back and forth between both of those things because staring at another boy's lips wasn't always the best idea. Then again, Steve was the one to herd him into a spot that was both private and small. The tight quarters made it impossible for Eddie not to at least look.

Still not sure what was about to happen, Eddie stayed silent with his fists clenched tightly by his sides. It would be silly to let his rogue limbs reach up and grip Steve's middle where his vest still sat against Steve's chest. The fabric was familiar to him, would feel like home - probably even more so with Steve wrapped within it.

Eddie tried to force those thoughts away but suddenly Steve's hand was grabbing his bicep - he could feel the heat of Steve's palm through his thick leather jacket. Despite himself, Eddie leaned into the touch. "I'm scared that you might do something stupid," Steve said, his grip tightening slightly.

Sighing softly, Eddie moved his shoulders in a noncommittal gesture. "I've got a job to do, Harrington. In the grand scheme of things, we're all fucking idiots." Their plan wasn't fool proof and taking on a master manipulator couldn't possibly come without its dangers. Still, Steve's instincts weren't the worst. He wouldn't risk Dustin's life, Eddie had already made that decision.

In the next moment, Steve's hand had moved from Eddie's arm up to his neck, the edge of his thumb toying with the chain he always wore around his neck. His fingers were long, naturally tangling into resilient hair that forever clung to Eddie's skin.

Eddie bit into his bottom lip to stop the desperate 'Steve' building up in his chest from falling out into the open. Steve was quick to use his free hand to halt the gesture - the touch of his thumb was like fire. After tracing Eddie's bottom lip, Steve settled that hand onto the edge of his jaw. It was easy to use that grip to tilt Eddie's head towards him.

Eagerly, Eddie met him halfway - their lips touched in a surprisingly soft kiss. His hands moved on their own, clenching into the front of Steve's jacket. When he realized that Steve wasn't going to pull away, Eddie flattened his hands, resting his palms against Steve's chest, instead.

The pesky need to breath forced them apart. Though Eddie was happy to draw in oxygen again, he already missed the soft press of Steve's lips against his own.

In the silent moment where their chests returned to a normal rhythm, Eddie leaned the side of his head against Steve's - no matter what happened next, Eddie would always have this moment, Steve's warmth and comfort, if only for just this moment. Then, Steve turned his head so his lips were against Eddie's ear, the movement of them tickling the skin there. "I need you to be safe, Eddie. Please."

And though the narrow space between them made those words sound intimate, Eddie picked up on the desperation that lingered under the surface, too. Eddie forced his eyes closed because the worry was too much to deal with when their kiss was still so fresh on his mind. But maybe that was a good thing - he'd been weighed down by the guilt he felt about his inability to act with Chrissy. In another world, it might've been enough to drive him to make decisions with only that in mind.

That was before Steve and that barely audible fuck he couldn't help, before Steve's concern became tangible, before Eddie understood that hope was more than just a dream. Taking in a deep breath, Eddie ran his hands from Steve's chest to the flat of his shoulder blades, pulling him in closer. Now, Eddie could feel the steady rise and fall of life thrumming through Steve, the beat of his heart solid against him. He wanted to experience this again, to have Steve so close.

He muttered a soft "okay", too strung out on fear and nerves and the flippy feeling in his stomach to say anything else. Steve nodded against him, anyway, like that small reassurance was enough.

Sooner than either of them were ready for, reality came calling. They parted with the promise that at the end, there'd be more opportunity for more moments, for some more time. That thought made it easier to pull away and join Dustin in hopes of providing enough of a distraction to get the job done.

When push came to shove, Eddie was happy to follow Dustin back through the gate when the bats started to overrun the trailer. It was more than worth it to see the look in Steve's eyes as he got up from Eddie's mattress a while later and saw him standing there. In a world where surviving meant Steve Harrington eagerly striding towards him, Eddie had no choice but to keep on living.

things you said prompts

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #bobbie writes #things you said prompts

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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Okay but imagine jealous!Manon and jealous! Petrah post war 😳

Maybe both Manon and Petrah have a special interest in you, causing a sort of rivalry between them over you. Do you know about it? Maybe, maybe not. But either way you’re reaping the benefits.

Petrah trying not to openly glare at Manon as she flirts with you in front of her. Manon barely not growl when she smells petrah on you because the witch cornered you in the hallway earlier to kiss the living daylights out of you 😩

Will they eventually fuck you together or fist fight? Who knows

I love this. It would be so fun to sit back all pretty and perfect while they fight over you. You’d catch on soon and enjoy their quest to win your affection.

Maybe you catch them fighting. And in your attempts to break it up, you find yourself backed into a corner by two terrifyingly beautiful witches demanding you choose right then and there. But come on. You can’t choose only one. Intimidated, you let out a quiet whisper, “Both…I want you both.” You’re surprised when they look at each other in silent agreement, anger and jealously still blaring in their eyes. “Fine,” Petrah smirks, taking your hand and leading you towards the nearest chambers, “Maybe you’ll come to a better decision once I have you screaming my name.” Your startled response is cut off by Manon’s snarl as she stomps after you both. “We’ll see about that,” Is all Manon says before you’re locked in a room with them and ordered to strip…

#manon x reader #petrah x reader #manon blackbeak smut #manon x reader x petrah #manon blackbeak #manon crochan #manon x reader smut

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bluelolblue · 4 months

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Master and his Guard dog

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: John Wick

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Chapters: 1

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence! However I'd say it's mild, just John killing and torturing people Santino told him to. Smut, as well. See the tags on AO3.

Sumarry: John started to get the "obsessive behavior" over Santino, he gets jealous whenever Santino is talking or hanging out with anyone. Since John is his bodyguard, he is constantly near him or near his sight since that's his duty. However, with Santino's flirting and teasing, it was hard for John to suppress himself, waiting for his master to give him the permission. Yet, they're both obsessed over each other, Santino just didn't gave that away so easily.

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John becoming Santino's bodyguard was kinda unexpected.

Santino didn't bother with anyone's comment, he knew why he did that. Everyone's heard of John, so seeing him with Santino would be more intimidating.

Since Santino and John know each other for a long time, they get along alright even though Santino has his moods and moments when he snaps at John but John is used to that so he doesn't really react, it's better to just stay quiet when Santino is like that. He doesn't want to piss him off even more.

And since John has some kind of...attachment issues, his feelings grew stronger towards Santino.

John was standing in a dark corner of the huge room, he kept his focus on Santino who was talking with someone. It wasn't anyone from the High Table which was already a bad sign to John.

Seeing the way Santino smiled at the man and how he returned the smile made John want to kill the man.

It was some kind of a business talk, as far as John could understand since he was too busy fighting his own demons in his head.

"John?"

He heard Santino's voice calling for him. He quickly snapped back to reality and looked at Santino. He walked up to him, "Yes?" He asked, his voice soft and quiet. "Please escort our guest. We had a nice talk." Santino said with a smile.

'I could kill him outside.' John thought as he glanced the man and nodded at Santino's order.

Santino knew John was thinking about something. And he could guess about what but he likes that about him.

When John returned, Santino immediately went up to him and patted his shoulder. "I got what I wanted. Well...not quite yet. I have to do something for him." Santino explained, a slight blush appeared on his face when he said the last sentence.

"What does he need you for?" John asked and immediately regretted forming a sentence like this. He sounded defensive. He quickly cleared his throat when Santino raised an eye brow in confusion at him. "I-I mean, if he needs you to kill someone I can do it for you." That's a bit better.

Santino chuckled, "No, no. He doesn't need that." He said, smiling at him and nervously scratched his nose. "Don't worry about what he wants me to do."

What Santino needed to do was...well, something that made John's blood boil.

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Notes here for Tumblr: Okay so this one is long and it took me a while to finish it. This was supposed to be for Kinktober...but I couldn't finish it. Now it's here and I hope it's good enough :).

I'll write fluff with them one day dw.

#santino d’antonio #john wick #Santino/John #John Wick/Santino D'Antonio #my writing #my fanfiction #they're obsessed over each other #in santino we tHrust #save my soul #and sanity

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schwarzwaldcr · 2 years

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“and where do i go?” / from Chris 🌿

5-Star RP Prompts

It was a surprise to see the Crossroads so packed that evening. Usually it was just the state agents who planted themselves at the main doors into the bar floor and a few patrons from nearby construction crews and of course the entire reason the tavern existed; the worn-down secretive bunch that were the local stalkers. A few tables at most turned into the entire floor being packed, with every table occupied and drunken crowds surrounding the television in one corner of the room or hanging around the area of the radio in the other.

Through the haze of cigarette smoke and the smell of something sizzling on the little stovetop in the alcove behind the bar, Wulf could see a match of some sport or another on the screen in the corner. That was probably what it was, and the Crossroads was the only place stalkers felt relatively safe enough to enjoy it and each others’ company too.

Not that she was entirely complaining; back home on medical leave due to a strained ankle would have been incredibly boring otherwise. In fact, Papa had made a joke about her being grounded and asked if she’d man the bar that night. He probably had an inkling as to what was going on, but she was unsurprised by it. He usually ran the bar and had probably heard about it from a past patron.

A basket of pretzels was handed off to waiting hands, a half slurred attempt at a flirt turned down with that wider toothy smile, when the room wound down to near silence. Not complete silence, with the uncomfortable scuffle of chairs and uneasy murmurs across the crowd on the main floor. But enough it caught the attention of not only the agents posted at the doors, but Wulf and Papa as well.

Although it only lasted a second or two, the room was suddenly tense, a collective shudder of fight-or-flight rippling through the air. All eyes were on the newcomer in various shades of tentative panic, looking discretely over shoulders and edges of beer glasses. A shift of muscles here and there, the haze of drunken stupor lost for those crucial two seconds to determine if the new military man was a threat to their meager existence, backed by Wulf’s staring glowing gaze and loose hairs beginning to frizz, reflexively replanting her feet and squaring out her shoulders as though ready for something to happen. A subtle shift, though the shift of weight on her bad ankle did make her wince a little.

All it took was two seconds. It usually didn’t last longer than that, and this was no different. If something with any military presence was going to happen, it wouldn’t take more than half a minute. That was the logic of the climate, and the surprise of the agents next to the doors was enough to say that although he carried the discipline, the newcomer had no quarrels and brought no other presence with him. Like someone had simply hit the pause button, the room wound up again, the startling sobriety replaced once more with reveling drunkenness in the unrestrained cheering for their sports team in the corner or the warbled attempts at karaoke around the radio.

Even Wulf, their hulking tendress, had shifted back down. A shake of her head to smooth the hackled mane into its usual unruly submission and her feet shifting again with the tiniest of winces to soften her outline. Make herself seem less intimidating with relaxed shoulders and a smaller foundation, though she would not be surprised if her height was still a menacing point. Maybe standing so near to Papa would help that. The mountainous Russian was standing nearby and had a tendency to make everyone look much smaller than they were by sheer comparison.

She was going to open her mouth to ask the newcomer what she could make for him while he settled in, but he beat her to first lines. She frizzed again while she tried to analyze what was being said and figured he was asking for a seat. To be fair, the tabled floor was full. But the bar itself wasn’t, and she indicated an open seat just nearby her before running her fingers through her hair to smooth it down again.

“>>Sorry for the wait. But your German is ... hard to understand. Where are you from.<<”

It played as a double-edged observation rather than a question. Letting him know he was barely on the cusp of understanding at the same time offering any other language he might know. An attempt at understanding him better, since that made a better bartender all around.

Once he’d settle himself, she added on as offer, “>>What would you like?<<”

Trying to keep the language as simple as possible, complete with scrubbing the usual Stuttgart accent for the more widely understood Berliner. She had no idea where his level of understanding actually was, after all, and overwhelming him with complicated words and hard to hear dialects would go over poorly. Maybe later, when she had picked up on his linguistics a little more...

@nights-fear

#Answers #RP Prompts #V: Resident Picnic #nightsfear #nights fear #hope that works for you!#a slightly more casual start for things

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sanjithesimp · 2 years

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"In the middle of the night"

A/n: AHHHH this is the first time I write for this man, I had been thinking a lot about this fic but didn’t have much time to write until now.

Rayleigh x GN (afab) reader

w.c: 3k words (I know. but trust me. its FUCKING good)

WARNING: NSFW (minors DNI).alcohol mention. creampie. fingering. squirting. handjob. age gap.”good girl” is used.

summary: O M G this man really does things to me. pure filth in the second part.

playlist suggested to listen while you read this <3

It all started as just innocent flirting, until it wasn’t. You remembered his hands on your hips, the taste of the strong liquor on his lips. The way he praised you at how good you felt on top of him. You remembered as you were picking up your things, saying goodbye to the place where you stayed for 3 years training to get stronger. He had helped you through all those years, day and night.

He wasn’t there anymore, he had left for almost a year while you kept on getting stronger in order to be able to protect your friends.

You remembered the first time you met him. You were devastated as you had recently lost a few of your crew after a big fight with some gruesome pirates that had no mercy on you, and destroyed your ship and with that the spirit of your crew mates. You decided to split up for some time, and get stronger as you didn’t want to give up on traveling to the New World.

You had heard about someone who could help you, he was in Sabaody Archipelago. You would find him in any bar, getting drunk as hell.

You walked inside, and there he was sitting on a corner with a couple of other men getting drunk and laughing at nonsense and stupid things they said. You sat on the bar as you watched the man gulp the sweet liquor. He was older than you, but he still looked strong.

The bartender had come back with your drink, it was even stronger than you thought. Now you know why they were already drunk.

“Hey!! We need more drinks here!” The man said, and they all started laughing and yelling that their glass was empty. You looked at them and rolled your eyes. What a bunch of animals. And if the man could hear your thoughts he looked straight at you.

He then stood up and walked all the way to where you were sitting. You didn’t stop looking at him at any moment, you didn’t feel intimidated or scared.

“You’ve been staring at me since you got here, you like what you see?” He said he smelled like liquor and he had to hold on to something as he looked like he was beyond drunk.

“No, not really. But I think that we can help each other” You said as you continued talking, he looked at you confused. You winked at him and then leaned in closer to kiss him, his hands moved immediately to your hips and pulled you closer as you moved your tongue skillfully inside his mouth.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter” You said to him, pulling him out of the small bar. And once you were out, you separated.

“Thank you” He said, after recovering his breath. You had been watching him and his “friends” all the time you had been there, and you knew they were up to no good. They were just getting him drunk, you could see it as the color of his drink was way darker than the one you were drinking.

“It’s nothing, but I really need your help right now” You said, helping him walk or else he would fall, he needed medical attention as soon as possible. He had been poisoned.

You asked him where you could take him, and he guided you through the mangroves until you got to another bar.

“Really? Another bar?” You said to him, not believing that he was almost delirious and he wanted to drink more.

“Just go, trust me” He said as he continued walking.

Once you got there, you saw that it was empty. Only a woman behind the bar cleaning some glasses. She then looked at you, and the man who was now almost passing out.

“Is he drunk again?” She asked as she helped you move him to the couch.

“No, he’s been poisoned and he needs medical attention” You said, worried. Even though you really didn’t know any of these people. But it was part of you, of how much you cared about your crew that you felt the need to protect them, after all you were their captain and it was kind of your job.

The woman was taking care of the man, apparently they were together.

“Thank you so much for bringing him back here” She said as she continued on giving the man some weird liquid.

“It’s okay, I just happened to be in the same bar” You looked at her and gave her a small smile.

As the night continued you talked to Shakky, the woman. She was married to that man, Rayleigh for a long time. But he was barely there with her, and she had been waiting for him to come back for a couple of years now. He disappeared for long periods of time without explanation, but he would always come back home.

Once he stabilized, he thanked you. Then he asked you why did you come so far to look for an old man like him.

“I heard you could help me get stronger.” You said to him. Shakky looked in shock as well as Rayleigh. As if you had just revealed some kind of secret.

“But are you really up for that kind of training? It isn’t something that’s for everyone” He said sitting up.

“Look, I’m not strong enough to protect my friends, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get to the New World with my crew” You said, desperate for the man to help you. It was the first time you ever admitted it. He smirked and looked at Shakky.

“Ok, I’ll do it. I’ll help you.” Rayleigh said and then he offered to stay for the night with them to get some rest. Promising that the next day the training would start. You didn’t expect that it would go so fast, but it was better. You really needed to start as soon as possible, you wanted to go back to your crew and go on adventures like you used to do.

That night you finally got some good sleep, it was the first time in months you had ever dreamed. You dreamed of going back with your crew, everyone laughing and having fun like the old times. Everyone was there, talking and yelling about nonsense. And then you woke up, but you were not sad. Now you had the conviction that you were going to fight until there was no more energy in your body, but you wouldn’t let anybody else die from your crew.

Once you had fixed everything, you were ready to start. Rayleigh was already up too. He had everything arranged to go to the island where you would train with him. He had said it was one of the most dangerous islands on the Grand Line.

You took only what you needed and left, Shakky said goodbye and wished you well on your training. Saying that she knew you would do it, and come back stronger for your friends. She had so much faith in you, even though you didn’t really speak much.

Rayleigh had a small boat waiting on the shore of the mangrove. You both sailed for a couple of days until you finally got to the island. It looked completely normal, but once he explained what happened on that island, and how all humans that lived there died trying to survive, it made you shiver. The training would be hundred times harder as the seasons changed every week, meaning that this week could be all sunny and next one would be freezing cold.

As the days passed, the training started to get harder and harder, leaving you with no energy. But only a couple weeks and you were already seeing results. You had your mind set and nothing would distract you from your goal.

The days, months passed and you grew closer to Rayleigh, he was still very strict with you and sometimes he would hit you so hard that made your head spin. Behind all that knowledge and the fact that he was one of the strongest crew members of the pirate king’s crew. He was a great person. He was sweet and soft when he wanted, and the way he looked at you made you get flustered from time to time. But you wouldn’t let anything get in the way of what you wanted to do. All you wanted was to get back to the sea with your friends.

It had been almost two years, you were definitely stronger than when you had gotten to Sabaody Archipelago. You had learnt how to live without any food around you, survive through the worst weather conditions ever. You only needed to sharpen up your abilities with haki that Rayleigh had helped you to develop throughout the time.

But for now you could rest for a bit, he never thought you would get strong very fast, he was surprised.

You were both sitting in front of the bonfire, the fire cracking while the wind caressed your skin. It was a cool night. You were sipping on some sake Rayleigh had brought from back home, he could never leave without booze. It was a really good sake, it had a strong taste but you liked it like that. Rayleigh talked about how he would go on adventures with his crew, all the things they did, the problems his captain always got them into. You could tell he really missed those times.

As the night went on, you kept on drinking until you could feel as if the world was spinning so fast and everything seemed funny. You could tell Rayleigh was drunk too, his words no longer made sense and he would drawl.

“You are beautiful you know” He blurted out of nowhere, while he sipped on the bottle of sake. You felt the heat on your cheeks burning like fire.

“I- I- thank you” You said, barely being able to process what he just said, but again you were both drunk, and would probably forget about it the next day.

“It was the first thing I thought when we first met at that bar” He said, laughing at what he had just admitted.

“Well, you aren’t too bad yourself” You admitted too, you couldn’t lie at this point. You had also thought he was a very handsome and hot man. You couldn’t count the times you had filthy thoughts about him, about leaving a trace of kisses along that scar that crossed his chest. Or him pinning you against the wall and whispering the nastiest things. The nights that you touched yourself just thinking about it made you feel ashamed of what kind of things flowed through your mind.

“Tell me something, Y/n...” He said getting closer to you, until you could smell the sake on him, your breathing had increased anticipating what was about to happen.”Do I make you that nervous?” He said, his mouth so close to your skin that you could feel his hot breath, your skin burning in anticipation and need of him kissing or touching it.

I’m sorry Shakky, this will only be once. You thought to yourself, letting yourself go even though you knew it was wrong.

You made way for him to get access to your neck, he then poured some of the sake on it and licked it off you making you squirm at how his tongue moved along your skin not leaving a single drop of sake on you. He then started sucking the skin on your neck while he took off his cape and then his shirt leaving his strong torso uncovered for you to explore. You gently placed your hand on his chest feeling his skin burning, you continued moving your hand along his torso, feeling as his breathing increased once you had reached the waistband of his shorts. You then palmed him and felt his hardness against his shorts, making him bite you harder he was very sensitive.

You bit your lip and decided to move your hand under his shorts, feeling at his throbbing dick as he started slowly undressing you. Making you feel the cool air on your chest, he then moved his hand from your neck to cup your breast, taking between his fingers your nipple and rolling it that had you moaning and pressing your legs together to create friction against your needy cunt.

“Not yet, baby” He whispered against your ear, grazing your earlobe with his teeth. And then he placed his hand on your leg, pulling it apart from the other.

You then continued pumping his dick with a soft pace, making him buck against your hand and groan at the feeling of your hand moving from the base to his tip, as precum dripped from him.

He then moved his hand over to where your cunt was, taking your panties off in a matter of seconds. Only to feel the juices coating your sweet cunt. He grazed your cunt for a brief moment and then took his fingers to your mouth.

“Open wide, baby” He said, and you obeyed. “That’s my good girl” He introduced his fingers on your mouth making you taste your sweet honey while you moaned against his hand. Never breaking eye contact, as you sucked his fingers clean. Then he removed his fingers and kissed you, his tongue moving softly in your mouth, while he placed his hands again on your breasts, rolling and pulling your sensitive nipples.

You could feel he was about to cum, as his hips moved uncontrollably against your hand wanting more of you. So then you decided to increase the pace, feeling it throb with anticipation of what was going to happen.

“Fuck, yes, baby” He said, as you moved your thumb in circles around his tip, until you felt his hot cum on your hand. He groaned and moaned as you continued moving your hand up and down his shaft. Once he had recovered from his high, he kneeled in front of you and opened your legs.

“Babe, you’re soaking wet for me” You nodded as he gently pressed the skin on your thighs. Then he moved one of his hands slowly over to where your cunt was, and stuck two fingers knuckle deep inside you. You moaned his name as you could feel his finger curl inside you reaching for that sweet spot. He then continued to move his finger in and out of you.

While you bucked your hips in the same rhythm, making your breasts bounce up and down. Rayleigh enjoyed the view of you, just like that while he finger fucked you. Thinking about how you would feel on his dick.

He then moved his head closer to your cunt, then he stuck out his tongue and started licking the sweet juices off your cunt, then moving his tongue over your sensitive clit and sucking it over and over until it had you curling your toes and pulling his silver hair. “Like that” You said, as he was now fucking you with his tongue and his fingers until you couldn’t take it anymore and squirted all over his face, soaking him and making him groan against your sensitive pussy, sending electric shocks on your spine. He sucked every single drop from your cunt.

“You taste so delicious,Y/n” He said, as he smiled and took off the remaining of his clothes. Now leaving you both naked under the moonlight. He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. Letting you recover from your own orgasm.

He then made you change position and bend over. “That’s my girl” He said and then pumped his dick a few times before getting inside you. Hissing at the contact of his dick with your folds. Feeling how wet you were from before. He teased you a couple of times before getting inside you. Your gummy walls adjusted to him as he got deeper inside you, making him groan at how soft you felt on his dick.

“You feel great Y/n” Rayleigh said as he placed a hand on your hip to close the small gap between you, his dick filling you completely. You bit your lip to control yourself.

“Fuck me, Rayleigh, please” You begged as you wouldn’t last long, if he continued praising you. He then took your hair with his other hand and slowly started thrusting in and out of you. Fucking you at a good speed, getting the sweetest moans he had ever heard. As he watched his dick disappear every time he moved inside you hitting the sweet spot.

As he continued fucking you, you decided to help him a little bit and decided to rub your clit in small circles, your knees were already trembling but he had a grip on you so you wouldn’t fall. You knew the next morning you wouldn’t be able to stand, but it was worth it.

He thrusted harder and harder inside you, until you could almost see all the stars. He and you were getting closer to your second orgasm. You could feel it building up in your belly, as Rayleigh continued on saying how beautiful you looked, and how fucking good you felt on his dick.

“Babe, I-” He started saying but he stopped as he came inside you, filling you up until the last drop of his warm seed, while he continued fucking you until you came too. His skillful hands cupped your breasts as he moved in a sweet rhythm.

You came once again, moaning his name as he rid your orgasm and choked you lightly, as he whispered filthy things in your ear.

“I really like you, Y/n” He said as you both cuddled in the small tent you had.

“I really like you too, Rayleigh” You replied and after a few minutes he fell asleep, and you added “I really like you but, this...this can’t happen again” You whispered thinking again about Shakky. She hadn’t done anything bad to you, but you had already fucked his husband. And the worst thing is that you liked it a lot.

And you knew deep inside you, that this would happen again and again.

tag list: @aces-sweetheart, @thewanderinglunarian, @lawscorazon

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alphabetbill · 3 years

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Bill Skarsgard Alphabet- Your relationship with Bill

Here’s a list from A-Z about what your relationship with Bill would be like.

A list of headcannons of what Bill x reader’s relationship.

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Note- If one of the letters is flagged with an asterixis * it means it is slightly suggestive or NSFW.

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A- Affection

Bill is actually quite affectionate with you, always preferring to have one arm around you shoulders when sitting on the couch together, holding your hand, quick kisses on the head, cheek and shoulder. Warm hugs from behind, with Bill resting his chin on your head. He likes to reassure himself by being in the comfort of your company, and it always feels so strange when he’s away from you filming on set. He likes to cuddle a lot when he wants to relax and unwind, because Bill is a pretty busy dude so whenever he can get the chance to sit back and rest with you, it’s usually on the bed taking a quick power nap before it’s back to it again.

B- Buying gifts

Bill isn’t really big on receiving big fancy gifts, because really, what would he need them for? You are the same. He does make sure to stop at each place on his press tours and pick out a souvenir to bring home to you. He also likes bringing home little props or souvenirs from set. You still have the little Pennywise teddy he got you sitting over on your desk. The little red pom-pom nose and the orange yarn fluffy hair is so adorable.

C- Comfort

When you are feeling down or sad, Bill can nearly always pick up on it straight away. He has a way with reading people’s emotions and then employing the method of comfort that would best suit the situation. If you want to talk, he will listen, and if you want to be left alone, he will do that, but not for too long.

He’ll check up on you every so often through the day just to make sure you’re okay. Bill’s warm, gigantic hugs and reassuring kisses always manage to make you feel a bit better. When it’s Bill whose feeling off, you let him talk. Bill isn’t the kind of guy to be able to keep things bottled up for a long period of time because it tends to make him feel tired and weighed down, and that’s not a fun time for either of you. You always listen to him when he vents everything he’s feeling, usually with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair or his hands.

D- Date

Bill would be a chill, relaxing type of guy when it comes to dates. He knows that you don’t want to be doing something big and exciting every single time, that would be tiring. He loves taking you out for dinner, but he loves making dinner for you and setting up a romantic little dinner date out on the porch or terrace, and surprising you. Often, dates between you two will be completely out of the blue. ‘Hey, want to go somewhere?’ ‘Hey lets go for a picnic by the beach’.

On the days when you guys do feel like doing something more adventurous, the zoo tends to be the fan favourite, and you also like to go skiing, and hiking to see new places and things.

E- Encouragement/Excitement

You are both very supportive of each other and your professions, so much so that as soon as the other person catches a whiff of success, you are there to celebrate with each other by any means. You and Bill like to hype each other up and get all excited when the other person gets excited, almost as if your happiness is conjoined. You are always excited for Bill’s new projects, and support him through it all the way up until it’s completed and ready for the world to see.

F- Fighting

Bill likes to avoid conflict, especially if it involves any kind of yelling and screaming at you, someone he loves. He doesn’t believe that yelling helps at all, infact it only makes matters worse, and instead of actually getting the other person to listen to them, it only makes them more mad and they keep on yelling when no one is actually listening. He doesn’t like yelling at you because it feels almost violent, and he doesn’t want to scare you into listening to him. He’s aware of how intimidating he looks when he’s mad. He encourages the both of you to instead sit down and talk about things maturely, talking about how he feels and why he feels that way, and always attentively listening to what you have to say as well. It’s important in the relationship that you have a sense of equality, that both go heard and your opinions both valued. From then on, depending on the severity of the argument, you move on to figure out the best solution to moving past it or around it.

G- Gestures

Bill is big on friendly, helpful little gestures to remind you that he loves you. You both like to leave little notes in places for each other to find, with quotes or reassurances written on them like ‘You can do this!’ ‘I love you!’ ‘You look amazing today’. It gives you guys a little confidence boost, because sometimes you both need it. In terms of physical gestures, Bill likes to hold your hand a lot of the time when you walk, almost as if you might wander off and get lost if he lets go. He also likes to buy you flowers. If he sees a bunch of flowers in the shop window from the corner of his eye, and he instantly thinks of you, he will buy them for you. You aren’t really sure what use you would have for flowers, but you absolutely admire the sweet gesture.

H- How you sleep

It’s no secret that Bill is a very tall and lanky person. Because of this, sometimes its hard for him to find just the right position to sleep it, however he has learned to adjust and adapt to any position or place to make it feel comfortable. He lays on his back a lot of the time and pulls you close to him, either tucked up beside him with your arm across his torso, or with your head on his chest or heart while he plays with your hair.

You both talk for hours, and will stay up until you fall asleep mid conversation. It’s funny when Bill will be talking, and he goes to ask you a question, and he finds you fast asleep beside him. ‘Seriously? Did you just fall asleep on me? Were you listening to any of that?”

I- Impression

When Bill was first introduced to you, he thought you were so gorgeous and beautiful, with that amazing smile and beautiful eyes. He is a bit nervous at the best of times, but you made him particularly nervous. He always was conscious over the way he spoke to you and how he appealed to you. He’s had a giant crush on you since the day he met you, and knew instantly that if he didn’t do something to make you his, he would never be the same.

Your impression of him was similar. You could not believe such a handsome guy was standing right there talking to you! He made you feel a bit self-conscious, and you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence in your mind without feeling overwhelmingly flushed by him standing next to you, or ‘accidentally’ brushing up against you.

J- Jokes

Are you and Bill a playful or more serious couple?

You two are able to maintain a healthy balance of both playful and serious. You like to tease each other a lot, particularly about the height difference, and Bill’s unholy inhuman tallness. You always joke to him about how secretly Bill must have been born in a zoo to a giraffe and then dropped in Sweden by accident.

You both know when to be serious though, and understand that not everything can be all fun and games. If someone isn’t feeling great, you can learn to adjust and turn the jokes down to make sure they are okay.

K- Kids

Bill would absolutely love to have kids with you, ideally two, not anywhere near as many as how many his parents had. He wants to be able to spread his fatherly love between children and make time for them both equally, and adore them as much as he adores you.

L- Love

What does Bill love the most about you?

Physically, Bill is in love with two things- your smile and your hair. Both of these things are the two things that he thinks are flawlessly, effortlessly perfect every single time he sees you, even if you wake up in the morning with a serious case of bedhead. But Bill loves everything about you, most of all how supportive you are, and how you are always there for him even if you don’t have to be.

M- Memory/moment

Your favourite memory of you and Bill together is how it felt when he kissed you for the first time. You remember all the tingling feelings, and how excited and nervous you were, but happy that this was finally happening.

Bill’s favourite memory is when you said yes to going out with him for the first time. He felt so accomplished and happy with himself, like if he could get the girl, he could do anything. He remembers feeling surprised that you said yes, and how scared he was that you would turn him down and tell him you weren’t interested in him in that way.

*N- Nudes

Usually, if you do send them, it’s when Bill is away in Toronto filming a movie and he’s missing you. You both tend to flirt over text more than you do in real life.

O- Optimist level

You and Bill are both optimistic and realistic. You can see both the good side of things and the bad.

P- Period

When you are on your period, Bill knows instantly that it’s gonna be a pretty crappy time for you, so he tries to make it as least crappy as possible. He has a basket of chocolate reserved just for you on the days when it’s bad, and stays home with you all day cuddling and watching movies. If you are in a significant amount of pain, he will do most practical things for you like house work. He’s very sweet and caring for you, running to the store to get products and shamelessly carrying them. Anything for you, he’s not embarrassed, he knows that it’s a normal thing and it should be normalized for boyfriends to buy their girlfriends products.

Q- Quality Time- how do you spend it?

You and Bill spend all the time you can possibly get with each other. All the time is quality time with you guys, and Bill makes time to set aside his work or script reading to spend time with you. He’s away for long periods of time, so he wants to make sure that he can spend enough time with you to make up for that, and make sure that you know he loves you.

R- Romantic- how much of a romantic are they?

Oh. Bill is romantic. He especially likes to wine and dine with you, making the whole setting perfect just for you. He manages to make everything romantic, everything he does, and you aren’t sure if he’s doing it on purpose or whether that’s just him as a person.

*S- Sex

You and Bill do it often, but its not seen as something at the top of importance between you. You prefer to spend time talking together and just enjoying each other’s company, rather than getting all physical. That kind of intimacy is done in the bedroom every couple of days or so, or really whenever you feel the need to. It’s important to also note that Bill is very respectful about it, and always makes sure that whatever he does you are comfortable with.

Anywhere outside the privacy of the bedroom for him always feels so awkward, and he likes both of you to be comfortable.

T- Trust

You trust Bill with your life, and he trusts you too. You feel safe opening up to him and telling him things that you normally wouldn’t tell people. You know that he would never cheat on you, and don’t get easily jealous by girls that he kisses or fake hooks up with in movies. You know that this is all staged and it is a part of acting, and always makes sure that Bill knows that it’s okay.

U- Understand

You and Bill understand each other very well. There are of course some things that you don’t get about each other, like why you like certain foods that do not go together, why you believe something, things like that. You think alike in terms of the way you look at life, and how you see the world. You feel like you guys just get each other, y’know?

V- Vulnerability

Bill is very open with you about how he feels, and you are to him as well. If he’s sad or upset he will tell you and talk about it. He isn’t afraid that crying will make him seem less of a man, and also doesn’t judge you when you cry around him. Bill is a sap and definitely cries in sad scenes of movies.

W- Wedding- What would your ideal wedding be?

Bill would want it to be fantastic and memorable, as I’m sure everyone would. His family and friends would be there and so would yours. It would be an outdoors wedding beneath the sunshine- provided it doesn’t rain. You would most likely go on a honeymoon to somewhere you have both always wanted to go, and it would be an amazing, relaxing get away.

*X- X-rated

Does Bill have any kinks?

Most likely no, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t down to try new things with you.

Y- Young and beautiful- how long will you guys last?

As far as Bill is concerned, you will have children, grandchildren, and get old together. You are gorgeous now, and you will always be gorgeous to him. He is big on committing to you, and you are to him.

Z- Zing!

How much excitement is there in your relationship?

You guys are always adapting and adjusting to Bill being away and all kinds of things that life might throw at you. It’s pretty exciting dating an actor, isn’t it?

The thrill of secrecy and not getting caught. You often like to make bets on who will be noticed in a crowd first, you or him?

Life is just full of wonders and mystery, and you can’t wait to explore more of those together!

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clueless - maki zenin x reader

request: “I was thinking Maki Zenin x Fem reader where y/n is really intimidated by Maki and has avoided her since they first met each other. Despite that, they both have feelings for each other and after a while Maki gets annoyed with y/n and confronts her to figure out why she keeps avoiding Maki. And then the reader accidentally confesses and says something like “how could I not feel intimidated by someone so hot!?”” - @wh0legrain

summary: it’s difficult for you to read maki’s intent when she tries to become more approachable to you, which throws of your plan of trying to avoid her at all costs. alternatively titled: maki zenin is terrible at flirting (genre: fluff, attempt at humor, idiots to lovers)

warnings: like one or two swear words, mentions of bruises/scrapes from training

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i honestly had so much fun with the dynamic between maki and reader here! i love the idea that maki would have no idea how to flirt lmao

“don’t look now, but she’s looking at you again.” panda, your current sparring partner, peered at her over your shoulder as you got into a fighting position. of course, out of curiosity you immediately turned around, and unluckily for your own ego, you made direct eye contact with maki. she seemed to have no intent of backing down from your impromptu staring contest, intense black eyes remaining on you, and had you not been so focused on trying to figure out what had caused this sudden interest in you, you’d have noticed the amused glint in her eyes.

did she really have no shame in being caught staring at you?

before giving yourself any more time to process her expression, you whipped your head back around to face panda. at least you were able to take note of the amusement on his face.

“i don’t get why she keeps glaring at me.” you huffed annoyedly, still feeling her gaze burn into the back of your head. shouldn’t she be busy sparring with inumaki? “if it’s about that one time i borrowed her uniform skirt because mine was in the wash, she should be more mad about inumaki and gojo taking it every time she’s on a mission to try it on.”

panda had a shocked expression on his face, as if to ask why the hell you knew about the boys prancing around in the girl’s skirts whenever the opportunity arose, but it was quickly wiped off to be replaced by a knowing sort of smile.

“no, i doubt that’s why.” his voice rang with the sing-songy sound of knowing something you didn’t, but you simply chose to raise an annoyed eyebrow at his annoying little game rather than question him.

even as you ran at him, fists raised defensively, you swore you could still feel a pair of sleek eyes trailing your movements. you slid to dodge panda’s swing at you, leaving a layer of dirt on the hem of your shorts. despite succeeding in avoiding sparring with maki, which admittedly sounded absolutely brutal, you felt extremely ungrateful for panda’s strength as he lifted you up by the wrist. somehow he managed to end up with you flipped onto your back, despite your best efforts to sweep his legs out from under him. if losing to a literal panda in a fight wasn’t embarrassing enough, it didn’t help that this was the moment maki had decided to suddenly start paying attention to you, a fact you became acutely aware of as she hovered over you, her figure shadowed by the sun behind you.

“you okay?” she cocked an eyebrow, extending a hand to pull you to your feet, making you suddenly conscious of how her legs were positioned on either side of you, so you laid beneath her. when you were unable to sputter out a response, she sighed softly, leaning down so she knelt with her knees resting on the dirt on either side of your thighs. a hand waves in front of your face, and makis brows furrow slightly. “did you hit your head or something because of that idiot?” she cocked a thumb at your sparring partner.

something about her sudden proximity seemed to shock you out of your distracted daze, making you push yourself up so you held yourself by palms flat on the ground. taking note of how close your face was to hers, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk, her lips parting slightly to show her teeth. you weren’t even sure if she was aware of the fact that she was smiling right now, or the effect she was having on your already embarrassed state as she leaned over you, her figure shadowing yours.

why was she so intent on making fun of you?

“i’m fine!” you managed to blurt out, pulling your knees close to you to escape the compromising position she’d put the both of you in.

her eyes remained playfully narrowed and her lips turned up, but as she opened her mouth to say something, you practically sprung up from the ground as if you weren’t bruised and tired from fighting, turning on your heel to go back to panda. you flashed an awkwardly apologetic smile, before shrouding yourself in panda’s shadow.

you found yourself grateful for the shadow panda cast on you, as it shielded your eyes from the sun, and the glare you knew was inevitably resting behind maki’s glasses.

the four of you remained sparring until the first glimpse of heavy gray clouds masqueraded the blistering sun. you helped panda up from where he’d laid on the ground, spotting out of the corner of your eye none other than gojo, who looked almost comical inspecting the state of the sky with his usual dopey smile while still adorning his iconic blindfold. had you not known any better, you’d say he looked like a complete idiot.

on the other hand, maki, who did know better, seemed to have no problem stating that he did, in fact, look like a complete idiot.

“so are you just gonna stand there all day, moron? or do you actually have something important to say for once.” maki crossed her arms over her chest, making her jacket taut over her muscles, catching your attention for the briefest of moments. you quickly averted your eyes back to gojo in hopes of not being caught staring as she had earlier, as if you were a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. though you couldn’t see gojos eyes, you could sense a sort of mischief from him as he smiled at you. was today just some weird holiday where people stared at you for no reason that no one had informed you about?

“you guys seem to have the sky on your side today.” gojo smiled widely as his gaze flickered between the four of you lined up in front of him. “since it seems to be about to rain, you guys can get off a little early today, just go clean up in the bathrooms if you need to.” he waved his hands at you all, in a motion that seemed to be shooing you away.

you begin to feel the beginnings of drizzling rain hitting the tip of your nose, and the top of your head, and take that as your cue to leave. letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in, you unzipped and shrugged off your hoodie, throwing it over your shoulder as you turned towards the heavy doors of the school building. you’d only gotten a couple steps closer than you’d been before you heard the familiar sound of your name, called from the less familiar source that was maki zenin.

“wait up!” she called, taking long strides to catch up to you. “if we’re cleaning up now, i’ll come with you and i can help you if you got scraped or anything.” her hand rubbed the back of her neck, and a soft smile cracked onto her lips, egging you on to respond.

you furrowed your brows slightly. she had never bothered to help you out like this before, so what made it different. “i think i’ll be fine.” you hoped your embarrassment at the idea of the situation didn’t show on your face.

“tch, it’s not like i’m planning to kill you in there or anything.” honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if she had been. “it’ll just be weird if we’re both patching ourselves up in silence when there’s clearly a more efficient way to do it.”

screw her for always being correct.

you nodded your head in agreement in a way that was comically defeated. she motioned for you to follow her, and so you trailed behind her like a lost puppy.

though you had no way to prove it, you could’ve sworn that gojo winked at you from underneath his blindfold as you passed him.

the two of you walked in silence that seemed comfortable for you, but maki seemed clearly impatient.

“i wanted to check on you and ask if you were alright.” she broke the silence, pulling off her rain stained glasses to wipe them on the edge of her shorts. “you seemed really frazzled earlier, so if you hit your head or something we can take you to shoko, i wouldn’t want you to get seriously hurt or something.”

you were somewhat surprised by her words, but feigned indifference as you smiled reassuringly. “i’m fine, was just kinda lost in my thoughts earlier. guess you kinda just caught me off guard.” you were telling the truth, so why did it feel as if you were lying straight through your teeth?

as she swung open the girls bathroom door, she gave you an incredulous look, as if she was trying to recall the events of the day that could have made you so tense. you hoisted yourself up to sit on the sink, leaning back with a sigh of relief from finally relaxing your muscles. maki grabbed the small first aid kit, positioning herself to stand between your legs,a position that was oddly reminiscent of when you’d been on the field earlier. she caught your wrist in your hand, causing you to jump slightly as her eyes scanned your forearm, riddled with some bruises from training, but nothing that really needed cleaning.

“what could i have possibly done to catch you off guard?” her words sounded concerned, but contrasted the teasing smile playing at her lips. under the fluorescent lights, you could make out the flush tinted on her cheeks from being outside all day, as if she’d been kissed by the sun herself.

suddenly you felt very shy, twiddling with your thumbs in your lap, and willing your eyes anywhere but where they’d meet maki’s. to her, your current flustered state was an amusing contrast to how you were when fighting curses, your usual confident and strong willed demeanor had been replaced with the attitude of a bashful school girl. still, you knew you’d have to be confrontational in this moment.

“please stop teasing me, maki.” you looked her dead in the eyes, wiping the amusement from her face, and swapping it with a mixture of shock and worry.

“i’m not making fun of you.” she shook her head, her already pink dusted cheeks turning more red. “what makes you think I am?”

you chucked humourlessly. “well if the glaring at me wasn’t enough, you seem to keep trying to embarrass me. if it’s because of that time i borrowed your skirt without telling you, i really am sorry, but stop trying to make fun of me.”

“when did you borrow my skirt? i always just assume it’s the boys being idiots. you can borrow my skirt anytime you want.” you wished you could be mad at her for her nonchalance. “besides, YOU’RE the one who’s always avoiding me, panda told me i should try to be more approachable, so i thought eye contact might help.” she shrugged exasperatedly, placing her hands flat on sink, resting on either side of your thighs.

“well, you don’t exactly have the most approachable face when you’re making ‘eye contact.’ you had me thinking you were plotting my downfall in your head or something.” she stifled a laugh at your overdramatization. “it was totally intimidating.”

“oh?” her smile was dopey, one that only you would be flustered by. “does that mean i make you nervous?” her voice was hushed as she tilted her head downwards toward you, looking satisfied with herself.

“well you’re gonna make anyone nervous if you’re sending them death glares one second and offering to clean their wounds the next.”

her only response was a laugh as she buried her face in her hands. it wasn’t a mean laugh, not one directed at you, more so just her laughing at what idiots the both of you were being.

“you really thought i hated you?” her words were spaced apart by involuntary giggles, her mouth was stretched into a wide grin, almost like one from gojo. “man, i thought i was so obvious!” she turned to hoist herself next to you on the sink, leaning her head on your shoulder as her whole body shook from laughter.

you said nothing in response, just processing if this moment was real. you’d hardly seen maki smile before today, let alone laugh.

“you mean to tell me you’ve spent all this time avoiding me because you thought i hated you?” admittedly, when she repeated it back to you after her outburst of laughter, it did sound rather ridiculous. but to be fair, she should’ve considered the possibility before her sorry attempt to be more approachable.

“it’s not my fault you scare the crap out of me, i mean, how could i not be intimidated by someone so hot!” your mouth moves faster than your brain, and she lifts her head from your shoulder, making you hyper aware of both your words and your sudden proximity to her face.

shit.

your eyes are wide as saucers as you stare at her, convinced that, like a dinosaur, if you don’t move, she won’t even notice you’re there. much to your dread, she smiles yet again (seriously, today alone make up a solid 90% of the times you’d ever seen her smile.)

“you’re such a dumbass, you know?” you can hear the laughter threatening to bubble up in her voice. you wish you could come up with a clever comeback, but you just stared back, moth gaping like a fish out of water. “the reason i was asking panda for advice was because i like you. in hindsight, i suppose he’s probably not the most reliable when it comes to relationship advice.”

“all you really got out of following his advice was making a fool out of me.” you looked down at your feet. “but i guess i kind of did that myself anyways.”

“don’t beat yourself up about it. it’s cute.” she leaned forward so she was in your peripheral, willing you to look at her. “plus if you weren’t such an idiot, i’d have to keep sending you ‘death glares’, as you like to call them, to get your attention.” she chuckled, and you lifted your hand to shove her playfully, before she caught your wrist effortlessly, tugging slightly so you could feel her breath fan on your face.

once again, your mouth moved before you had time to think. “maki...can i kiss you?” you’d taken note of how her eyes darted between your eyes and your lips.

it was her turn to be bashful now. she nodded slowly, her eyes half lidded, as she dared to close the small amount of distance between the both of you. without second thought, you press your lips to hers tenderly, letting your arms loop around her neck, hands meeting between her shoulder blades. her eyelashes tickle your face as they flutter closed, with her hands balancing her, palms flat on the sink counter. the pitter pattering sound of rain from outside echoed in you ears.

the kiss is messy and awkward, but in that moment, you felt on top of the world, smiling into it without a care in the world as your fingers played with the ends of her ponytail. you break away reluctantly for air, taking in the dopey smile on her face, and the way her hands reached to grab yours to hold in her own, rubbing small circles in the back of your hand with her calloused thumb. her breathing is soft and steady, clearly still readjusting after your kiss. wordlessly, she leans forward to rest her head on your shoulder, so you can feel her breath hit the crook of your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“thank god you’re such an idiot.”

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