#where the hell did he find them though? 😅

[reiderwriter]

hi! I just wanted to say I think your writing is so good and you seem like a lovely person 🥰 I’m hoping to request a post prison Spencer smut. Basically it’s when he’s just been released and he’s so touch starved and possessive over you? I’m such a sucker for prison Reid I can’t 😅

A/N: Nothing hotter than a man who looks like he has been through hell, and dear GOD, is post-Prison Spencer DELECTABLE. Thank you for your request!

Warnings: 18+, minors dni. Penetrative sex, creampie, slight dom/sub themes, use of pet names, spoilers for s12 of Criminal Minds, mentions of prison, mentions of blood/ wounds and injuries sustained in prison.

The seconds ticked down as you waited for the key to be pushed into the lock, the door to swing open and for your life to be put back together. 84 days and you were on edge, almost three months without him.

Your leg shook as you waited, heard the footsteps coming up the hall. You stood, wiping the sweat off your hands and taking a deep breath.

You hadn't been allowed to visit Spencer in prison, his teammates taking priority as they worked to keep him safe, to get him out. You hadn't seen him in three months, though you'd moved yourself into his house to be able to wrap yourself in his scent, haunt yourself with his presence.

He wasn't a ghost anymore, as he opened the door and you found your eyes on Spencer Reid for the first time in too long.

“Spencer,” you voice was pathetically small, as if you didn't trust him to be real anymore. You supposed that was probably justified. Your entire body was on edge as you looked him up and down.

Before, he'd keep himself clean shaved, but you found yourself greatly appreciative of the stubble framing his face. He'd never been the best at taking care of his hair, and now it looked perfectly ready for you to run your hands through. His clothes were still messy and by god did you want to grab the lapels of his jacket and pull him back into you.

“You're still here,” his voice was nearly as weak as your own, as if he'd not used it for nearly as much as it should've been used. “I know they said you were but… god I'm so happy you're still here.”

He took a step closer to you and pulled you towards him. You weren't used to Spencer initiating physical contact like this, his hands strong and certain on your hips as he grabbed you, one hand coming up to the back of your head to cradle it and push you further into him.

You melted into the touch, finally feeling warm after the coldest spring of your life.

“You can't get rid of me that easily, Spencer.”

“Good,” he said, tilting your head up and not hesitating even one beat before he pushed his lips against yours. His grip was hot as you let out a soft moan into his mouth, taken aback by his sudden affection.

Before prison, you'd been quietly intimate. A soft kiss here and there, and some awkward and tender sex. While you didn't mind your earlier boundaries, you certainly weren't mourning them now, gripping his shirt tighter as his tongue began exploring you. You'd been happy just to be in his presence before, but now you needed to be so close that you could no longer find where his body stopped and yours started.

When you lifted your leg, he instantly took your hint and pulled you up, holding you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Not breaking from your kiss for longer than a breath, he dropped everything to carry you back to the bedroom.

“84 days.” You gasped between kisses as he dropped you on the bed, falling down with you as he moved his attention to your neck, your chest, your bared throat.

A growl was all the reply he had to that, knowing instantly what you were talking about, but needing to feel you more, to pull comfort from the warmth of your body.

“84 days and I thought with each of them that I would never do it again. You're never leaving me again, I wouldn't survive. I'd refuse.”

“84 days, 7 hours, 23 minutes. Every lone moment thinking about this and you, and being here again,” he said, pulling back again to stare directly at your bared soul.

“I need to feel you now, Y/N. Please, be a good girl and let me.”

If you could will your own clothes away, you would've at that moment, already aware of the mounting pleasure pooling between your legs.

Instead, Spencer handled it for you, tearing where he couldn't unbutton fast enough, divesting you of shirt and skirt and beginning to work your underwear slowly down your legs. At the same time, you pushed yourself up, scrambling to unbutton his own shirt, moaning in frustration as you struggled to get it pushed off his shoulders.

“Spencer, clothes off, now,” you begged, and he finally paused for a second.

“I'm different. Not a lot, but there are some…wounds. Don't be alarmed.”

“Spencer, if you think a few cuts and bruises are going to dampen the absolute desire I have burning for you, you are dumber than I thought.” Taking his momentary surprise to your advantage, you pushed him up and straddled his lap, sitting together with him as you rid him of his clothes.

You traced hands over every ridge of his skin, trying to document every change and appreciate every line. Tracing your way downward, you let your hand disappear into his lap as you looked up at him again, catching his eye as your fingers unbuttoned his pants.

His hand stroked lazily across your cunt but his eyes locked with yours and you found yourself aching with a need for him.

Before, he'd been thorough about foreplay, making sure you were absolutely ready for him, ensuring your pleasure and bringing you to climax before he even palmed himself through his pants.

It was generous, and everything you didn't want right now. You needed him to get everything he'd missed, needed to see him relaxed, pleasured, sunk deep inside of you and losing himself with each stroke.

You softly pressed a kiss to his lips, releasing him from his pants. A few strokes was enough to have him at full mast, and in another moment you were pushing yourself up on your knees and sinking back down.

Three months and you'd almost forgotten how perfectly he filled you, steadying yourself with hands on his shoulders as you bit back a whorish moan.

“Good girl, just like I remember…” his words came out slurred, as of he were drunk on the feeling of you, intoxicated as you began rocking your hips up and down his length.

“I'm better than you remembered,” you mumbled, stroking the small soft curls at the base of his neck. It was ridiculous being jealous of your past self, but god did you want to grab the you of January and shake her within an inch of her life.

You'd tell her to grab Spencer Reid and never let him go, to make him spend his entire life filling you up, to pleasure him until he hadn't a single thought of going anywhere.

You kept up your pace, riding him at an even pace, making sure to lower yourself down as far as you could manage without becoming a moaning mess, but soon the pleasure became overwhelming.

Spencer kept one hand working over your clit, and you had to resist falling apart in his hands, determined to pleasure him before you thought of taking that same ecstasy for yourself.

“It's okay, Y/N, you can let go. I know how long you've waited for this,” his words were soft but his tone was demanding, ordering you to cum on his cock. He lifted his hips slightly, grabbing your hips in his hand as he took charge of the pace and strength of your thrusts, going harder and faster than you'd been able to manage.

You loathed to give up control, bit your body betrayed you, thighs shaking as you gave into his wishes, cumt clenching around him as you rode out your orgasm.

“That's it, nice and tight for me.” He grunted the words into your ear as he really took control. Tipping you until you were again flat on your back, he lifted his hips up and let his pace speed up, rutting into you deeply as he breathed in your scent, head buried in your hair, arms tight around your waist.

You moaned for him, knowing he loved every sound that passed your lips, knowing that he craved the knowledge of your pleasure.

He, too, didn't hold back. His voice filled your ear, filling your brain with every fantasy, every memory of you that had kept him alive for 84 days of hell.

Each story was lustier than the last, your mouth dropping open in a moan as you, too, imagined him in each of the scenarios he'd spent time on in prison.

You across his desk, his head between your legs in the morning, you in his cell, him inside you in public, the red scratches your nails dragged against his skin that had been commented on in the showers.

You'd guided his through 84 days of hell, and you were finally embracing him on the other side.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna- shit.”

To your surprise, he didn't pull out as he usually would, but instead slammed himself deeper as he began releasing string after string of his sperm into you.

“Shit. I'm sorry I should've asked if that was…”

“I don't care. Just next time, make sure you do that again.” The feeling of his cum inside you was enough to push your body over the edge once again, and you panted as the aftershocks continued milking his cock.

“I missed you.” He whispered, pushing a few stray hairs behind your ear as he stared at you with all the love in the world.

“I missed you more.” You whispered back, and you meant it.

[russellsppttemplates]

https://www.tumblr.com/goldenboygate/748927575652515840?source=share

How about a blurb of happy tipsy/drunk Lando and reader on the boat and he's extra clingy and saying sweet funny things? Bonus points if she's caring for his bloody nose and he's looking at her with the gloomy sparkly eyes (we have all seen the pictures 👀🫣)

Note: the more content I see from this day, the more I think this is going in the books 😅

Cw: mentions a cut, blood, alcohol consumption

"Fill mine, please!", Lando asked one of the guys as he filled his own cup with some orange drink right on theme for the day.

When you said you'd join the celebrations for King's Day, Lando and Martin were the most excited for it and promised you one hell of a party indeed.

"Show me how you dance with your pretty hips! Baby, are my moves as good as yours?", Lando said as he swayed his hips from side to side, his knees helping him bounce slightly as he waved the cup around. The sunglasses didn't cover his blushed cheeks and big smile, but you were sure they were hiding your favourite pair of eyes, now probably squinty and glassy as he sang loudly.

"Yes, Lan, they're good", you shook your head as you laughed, letting him pull you closer to him so he could dance with you.

"My chest is full of love for you, baby", Lando whispered on your ear before he nipped at the skin there.

"We're out, Lando, there's other people here", you gasped even though you were enjoying his touches a little too much. Drunk Lando often meant an even clingier boyfriend.

"I don't care, I'm full of love for you - I love you!", he stated kissing your lips and everywhere on your face he could.

You turned around for a couple of minutes, approaching the edge so you could get a little bit of air and look at how everyone else was celebrating the day until you heard a gasp followed by Martin calling your name.

"What?", you asked before seeing Lando and his bloody nose, "Oh my word", you whispered as you approached him.

"We clicked the glasses and then this happened", Martin explained as you took a good look at the injury.

Even though it seemed like a little nick on the skin from the glass, it was bleeding a good amount, "Here's the first aid kit", someone said as they handed it to you.

"Does it hurt a lot, love?", you asked Lando as you rummaged through the bag to figure out what you had and what you could do with it.

"It's okay", he mumbled.

"Hold this, Lando, I need to find something to disinfect- we're in a boat full of alcohol drinks but medical grade stuff would be better I guess", you mumbled the last part, trying to read the label of the bottle and smelling them.

Once you look up after finding the rubbing alcohol and some cotton buds and pads, you see the gauze wrapped around his head, "like this, right, lovie?", Lando smiled, a genuine tinge of hope in his voice at helping you help him.

"Not quite", you laughed. You felt bad for doing so while he was clearly hurt despite not hearing many complaints from him.

"Let me put some steri strips - stay still, Lan, I need to see this upclose", you stated after cleaning the cut, applying the strips in a cross since you could see the skin was pulling both ways.

"Did you do it like an X? I felt that", Lando spoke, "X marks the spot for the treasure, doesn't it? I'm your treasure!", he cheered, "Taylor Swift says that it marks the spot where we fell apart, but we never fall apart baby, we're forever".

"You are, Lan, my biggest treasure", you smiled, "can you stay still for a bit longer though, please?", you asked gently still.

Lando complied with your request, staying still as you did your best to make sure the dressing was helping or at least not making the situation worse, "Is this your way of telling me you want me to get a rhinoplasty? Funny, it has rhino in it", he giggled before he attempted to make an elephant noise.

"No, baby, I love your nose just the way it is", you smiled, kissing the tip of his nose when you were happy with the improvised wound dressing, "there, all done! You even get a magic kiss for it to heal faster!".

"You're so pretty, you're really my girlfriend? Ah! Would you look at that, Martin? She's my girlfriend - I'm one lucky dude", Lando beamed at his friend before he kissed your lips, letting you sit on the edge of the boat, "you can sit there, baby, it's got railing to protect you from falling in the water - it's looks mucky", he made a disgusted face.

You sat there, glad to be able to experience these moments with your boyfriend and seeing his so carefree and happy. His PR team would maybe have to do some cleaning up, but at the end of the day, he was a happy young man enjoying his time off and he had the right to enjoy it.

"She is my girlfriend - Look, Y/N! Someone is recording us, say hi, my love!", he yelled, getting you to wave at a girl filming on another boat, "isn't she pretty? And she fixed my nose too!".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[lunarw0rks]

Hiiiii❤️ I idk if this is a Drabble or a headcaon but here I go anyways😅 . Hear some context So you don’t think I’m some weirdo. So in the 2017 movie called the babysitter and this character Allison got shot in the b00b and she “omg he shot me in the b00b what kind of dçk shots a girl in the b00bs” (funny scene) so basically fem!reader with platonic!taskforce141. And there on a mission and suddenly they hear the same line on their coms and they’re like 😳

(feel free to ignore)

A/N: LMAO - I had to look up the scene for this as a reference. Just picturing Price's paternal disappointment when he realizes his team acts like a bunch of children. Sorry, this is rlly short!

Summary: Your attempt at comedic relief sets off a chain reaction of immaturity.

Warning(s): platonic!141, canon-typical mild injury, suggestive language, AFAB!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 554

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ 141 MASTERLIST // have a request? ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ao3 ver. | PART TWO

No Filter // 141 Drabble

Compared to some of the other operations you’d done with them, this was a piece of cake. A simple infiltrate and exfil mission where you’d be clearing house in one of Hassan’s safehouses—a mere breadcrumb leading to the man himself.

Price thought it would go smoothest if everyone split up, but to keep within shouting distance. It was only a small facility, after all.

Being ambushed? Shot? That was not something you saw in the cards for today.

Luckily, you got a bullet in him before he had a chance to do worse. But here you were, slumped against the wall with all the air knocked out of your lungs.

“Heard the shots, Sergeant. You broken?”

Captain Price’s voice crackled through near instantly, the second he had pulled the trigger on you. Though it took a few seconds, you managed to recuperate, and asses the room in front of you. The man who shot you K.I.A, and you very fortunate.

You peered down at your chest; indeed not broken, but injured. The vest had absorbed the shot, causing a relieved sigh to escape your lips. Obviously, if you really had a bullet in your chest, you wouldn’t just be sitting there—but the adrenaline of escaping death eliminated any rationality.

You unbuttoned the first few buttons on your shirt, seeing a welt on your breast as if the man had his gaze set on them when he pulled the trigger. Still, with your hand on the button of your radio, you finally gave some sort of answer.

“Bastard shot me in the boobs.” It was a mumble, but there was no way in hell they didn’t hear that.

As you winced, you seemed to forget that the entire team was on the other line—probably way more concerned with your life than the health of your tits. “What kind of dick shoots a girl in the boobs?” You asked rhetorically, despite the astonished silence on the other line.

“You were shot in your…?” Gaz was the first to speak up, his tone practically painting the picture of his signature squint.

Before the next voice chimed in, you could swear you heard whoever it was stifling a laugh. “Thanks for that.” Soap chimed in, accent crackling against the static. His smirk was visible even if his words; the natural flirt in him coming out no matter what.

Ghost had remained silent, probably muting his comms so he didn’t have to listen to this. And Price? Oh, Price… He’s got his head in his hands with pure disappointment. How did this status update turn so unprofessional, so quickly?

“Wait, let me get this straight,” Soap comes in again, a smug sneer on his face. “He shot you on the—”

“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” Price blurts, interrupting the immature banter daring to be further set in motion. He was fighting every urge to crack a smile at the pure ridiculousness, but his poker face and stern tone prevented it.

“Tactical or not, John, it’s a tough break.” Laswell comes in, your only saving grace against Price’s father-like disappointment. She was the last superior of yours you’d expected to find it humorous, but she did, nonetheless.

This would definitely be the source material for the next HR meeting, you could see it now.

[skz317cb97]

You text the wrong group chat pt. 2

Bang Chan

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Here is the part 2 to texting the wrong group 'need my pussy ate'. It is pure smut lol! Hope you all enjoy! (There's a couple typos but I'm tired so let's just pretend they aren't there 😅)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Strong language/cursing, oral sex (f receiving) protected piv sex, cum shot, pet names (baby, baby girl, reader calls Chan daddy) I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I will add it!

It was easy to be bold over text message when Chan wasn’t standing right in front of you. Now that you had goaded him into coming over though your nerves were wreaking havoc on your insides. You had half a mind to text him and tell him you changed your mind. Your heart was pounding and your stomach was full of butterflies and Chan wasn’t even there yet.  

You hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up with Dave the dick, as the guys liked to call him, and it had been quite a while since you and him had even done anything sexual together. Even when you did have sex with your ex it was pretty lack luster, with him always focused on his own pleasure instead of yours and of course, as you had accidently told the whole group chat, he never went down on you. 

Now Chan was on his way over to do just that. What had you gotten yourself into? Forty five minutes after his last text there was knocking at your door. Now your heart was pounding AND in your throat and apparently your stomach was going out for the Olympics with the back flips it was performing.  

You walked cautiously to the door as you tried to somewhat get a hold of yourself. When you heard another knock you took a deep breath and opened the door to, unsurprisingly, find Chan standing there. He took in the sight of you, looking you up and down as you stood there at your door in a thin t shirt and cute little cotton pajama shorts. Already dressed down for the night. 

And there HE was. Black fitted t shirt, partially untucked from his black jeans, his slightly damp, messy brown curls, without a stitch of makeup on. He had clearly showered before coming over. This was your favorite version of Chan, natural, soft. He was perfection just like that. When he flashed his smile showcasing his dimples you had to look away as you nervously bit back your own smile. 

“Hey y/n-ie.” He said breaking the ice. 

“Hey Channie...” You said shyly, still not looking at him. He thought you being so shy with him was the cutest thing he’d ever seen when you were usually so outgoing. 

“Can I come inside?” You looked up quickly then suddenly, your brain kicked in and you remembered that you should be inviting him in. 

“Oh yea! Of course, come in please!” He smiled at you again, this time it reached his eyes, forcing them into narrow crescents. 

“Thank you.” You moved out of the way and allowed him to come into your apartment. He made his way towards your living room and you shut the door following him. 

“Would you like some tea or something to drink?” Chan turned to you. 

“Tea would be nice, thank you.” You nodded heading towards your kitchenette. 

“Make yourself at home. I’ll bring it out when it’s ready.” Chan made his way over to your couch and made himself comfortable as you went to make the tea. You were thankful for the few minutes you had to yourself in the kitchen. You tried like hell to get a hold of yourself but you failed to get your pounding heart in control, for the life of you you just could not calm your nerves.  

Once the tea was ready you gathered the little ceramic pot and two cups then headed towards the living room where Chan was scrolling on his phone patiently waiting for you. You sat down next to him but not particularly close and started to pour the tea, hands trembling, first in his cup, then your own. You handed him his trying to steady your hands and then grabbed yours and started sipping. 

“Thank you.” Chan said smiling. You acknowledged his gratitude with a slight nod and continued to sip at your hot tea looking everywhere around your living room but at Chan. Like you’d never seen any of these things before, as if they didn’t belong to you. Chan was a little eager and drank his tea down rather quickly even though it was hot. As you continued taking sips of yours he noticed your shaky hands and fidgeting.  

Chan could tell you were nervous and he understood why. One you were friends and two you hadn’t been with anyone besides your ex in over a year. It can be a little nerve wracking being intimate with someone new under any circumstances, especially those. He wanted to make you feel relaxed though, he wanted you to be comfortable with him.  

He let you sit there in silence for a moment to gather your thoughts. Once his cup was empty, he set it down on the table then gently took yours from your hands and set it down as well. You turned your head towards him confused as to why he’d taken your tea from you. Before you could ask, he brought one of his strong hands up and tenderly cupped your face, tracing his thumb along your cheek. You closed your eyes and softly bit at your bottom lip from the gentle contact. It was the most intimacy that you had felt in months. When his other hand held the other side of your face just as softly, willing you to look at him, you did. You looked him directly in the eyes, finally, and his beaming smile was back, scrunching up his beautiful eyes again. 

“Y/n?” You nodded speechless as you got lost in those endless brown eyes. 

“Do you want me?” You nodded again, fully chewing your lips now. 

“Tell me y/n.” He leaned in closing the space between your faces. 

“Need to hear you baby girl.” You took a deep shaky breath. 

“Yes Channie, I want you.” This time Chan nodded then leaned the rest of the way in and pressed his plump lips against yours softly. Your lips parted from his for a moment and he looked at you for just one second before diving back in, this time with more confidence and passion behind his kiss. You gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him closer as you kissed him back. Chan tilted his head and opened his mouth, his tongue teasing your bottom lip asking for entrance.  

You parted your lips and accepted him as his hands traveled from your face down your body to your hips, pulling you closer and onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting them on his broad shoulders. Your fingers weaving through the curls at the nape of his neck. You had gained a little confidence and decided to test the waters, you slightly rolled your hips as you made out on top of him and you were rewarded with a soft moan from Chan. You could already feel him prodding at you through his pants and you felt a wave of arousal wash over your own body at the idea of him being hard for you. Just from the anticipation of having you.  

You rolled your hips again and Chan grunted a little this time before sliding his hands down your ass and gripping it, urging you to move against him more. You gently tugged at his curls tilting his head back exposing his neck so you could kiss and nip at it while you continued to grind in his lap. 

“Are you getting all worked up for me y/n? Hm? I bet you’re so fucking wet.”  He was right you were embarrassingly wet already. You didn’t answer him you just captured his lips with your own again. Kissing him was unreal, his lips were even softer than they looked and he tasted sweet, like pineapple juice, his favorite, so no doubt what he’d been drinking before coming over.  

The next thing you knew you were being lifted up from the couch. You quickly wrapped your legs around Chan’s waist and held on tight as he carried you towards your room devouring your lips along the way. Once at your bed Chan laid you back gently, climbing over the top of you. His lips started trailing down your jaw and neck as he pulled at the hem of your shirt. He stopped a moment and looked at you. 

“Can I?” You blushed still feeling a little nervous about him seeing all of you. 

“You first.” He nodded and sat up whipping his own shirt off and tossing it. You followed the lines of his firm body down, drinking him in fully. Just stunning. 

“Now can I?” He asked playfully with an eyebrow raised and you nodded in return. Chan grabbed at the hem of your shirt again and this time you lifted up and raised your arms as he pulled it up and over your head, your lack of a bra leaving you topless underneath him. Chan bit at his plump bottom lip then started giving you soft kisses down your chest and breasts. When he took one of your nipples into his warm wet mouth you couldn’t help the quiet moan you let out. It had been too long since you had been touched and the way Chan handled you so tenderly, it all had your head spinning already. 

Chan swapped breasts, licking and sucking on your other nipple before kissing his way back up your chest and neck, claiming your lips between his again. He pulled away slightly, whispering against them. 

“Gonna let me eat your pussy y/n?” He gently bit your lip and slid his tongue back into your mouth kissing you deeply before you could even answer. Your lips parted again. 

“Hm? Are you gonna let me eat your sweet little pussy baby girl?” This time when he went to kiss you you gripped his hair stopping him. You pecked his kiss swollen lips looking up at him sweetly. 

“Yes Channie... please?” His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, leaning down into the crook of your neck and biting at your shoulder, grinding his hips into yours. 

“Fuck! So sweet.” You could feel Chan’s warm breath fan across your skin when he spoke and it made you throb harder where you felt him pressing into you. He wasted no time in sliding your little shorts off then going for your panties. You pressed your legs together halting his movements, still a little hesitant to be fully exposed to him. Chan looked up at you. You didn’t need to say anything, he understood. He needed to level the playing field. He got off of you and stood up next to the bed.  

You sat up quickly worried you might have given him the wrong idea. That you didn’t want him. Your fears were put to rest quickly as Chan started to unbuckle his belt slowly, eyes fixed on you. You wanted to watch what his hands were doing but you were completely entranced by his gaze. He slid his belt from the loops and dropped it then started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants just as slowly, testing you, teasing you.  

When he dropped his pants they pooled around his feet and he stepped out of them. Finally you looked down to see him standing in tight black boxer briefs, the outline of his hard on prominent. Before you could get a word out about how unreal he looked, he hooked his thumbs in the elastic waist band of his underwear and pulled them down too, his cock springing free from the tight fabric.  

Your mouth actually dropped as he stood there a moment and let you look at him completely naked. You took in every inch of his body trying to memorize every muscle, every line, every freckle. Fucking STUNNING! He knelt back on the bed coming towards you and this time when he reached for your panties you let him remove them with zero hesitation. He slid your underwear down your legs and tossed them aside with the rest of your clothes.  

Chan’s hands slid up your legs and parted your thighs so he could see you fully. He licked his lips practically salivating at the sight of your sweet cunt. 

“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are y/n?” You couldn’t say anything, you just shook your head no. Chan thought YOU were gorgeous? Your face burned as he started peppering the softest kisses from your neck down your body, kissing your breasts and tummy before stopping, hovering right over your aching core. 

“I just knew you had a pretty pussy baby girl. Can’t wait to taste you. So fucking pretty.” You gently ran your fingers through Chan’s curls as he dipped his head down and slid his tongue through your folds, savoring your flavor. You gasped when he wrapped his full lips around your clit and softly sucked on it. 

“Channie oh my god, that feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, please!” Chan hummed and continued to feast on you, lapping at you from your dripping entrance to your clit, collecting every drop of you on his tongue then latching onto your clit again. Your legs were trembling and the grip you had on his hair tightened the closer and closer he pushed you towards your climax. 

He pulled away momentarily to run two fingers through your juices and slide them inside you. You moaned out louder as Chan’s slender fingers curled and worked you open. You relished the feeling of have something inside you finally. 

“Ch-Cha-Channie oh fuck, I’m- I’m gonna cum...” You managed to choke out between gasps of air. His lips closed around your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers and it wasn’t long before your back arched off the bed, your legs clamping around Chan’s head as he pushed you over the edge. He pulled his fingers out and continued to gently lap at your pussy as you twitched and shook through the aftershocks of your orgasm. You pushed his curls all around, rubbing his scalp with your fingertips as he did.   

When you finally released Chan from your leg lock he traced his tongue back up your body and his pillowy soft lips found yours again. He gave them a peck, then your cheek, then your nose. You let out a deep breath and started laughing as Chan continued giving you sweet little kisses all over your face. 

“Holy shit Chan!” You pushed your hair away from your face and let out heavy breath and another giggle as he nuzzled into your neck tickling you. 

“Yea? Was that good y/n?” You cupped his face and pulled him back up kissing his pouty lips as you nodded. While you had his lips busy one of your hands trailed down his firm body and you palmed his cock. 

“Let me return the favor yeah? Let me taste you too Channie.” He grabbed your hand and made you wrap both around his shoulders again. 

“Next time I promise, I will cum so fucking fast if you try and suck my dick right now baby.” You laughed and nodded understanding. The laughter came to a halt and you let out a little gasp when you felt Chan’s hard cock rub against your wet pussy. He pecked your lips. 

“Condom?” You pointed at your bedside table. 

“Top drawer there should be some.” Chan reached over opening and then rummaging through the drawer until he found one. He sat back up between your legs, ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom on. He rubbed the head of his cock through your folds collecting your juices. 

“You ready for me baby?” You pulled him down on top of you and kissed him, you didn’t think you could ever get enough of kissing him. 

“Yes Channie, I’m ready. Fuck me.” Chan reached between the two of you and lined himself up before pushing into you. You gasped and moaned out as Chan slowly filled you. He caged you between his arms and rolled his hips pushing deeper into you then he suddenly let out a deep breath that you hadn’t realize he had been holding. 

“God damn y/n! You’re so fucking tight!” He breathed out. Your fingers softly carded through his curls and he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of you touching him so sweetly while you were tightly wrapped around his cock. When he opened his eyes again he kissed you and started to rock his hips back and forth, fucking into you slow and deep. 

“Fuck Chan, yes just like that!” After you both got adjusted to the feeling of each other he started to fuck you faster, harder. You could hear his soft pants in your ear every time he pushed into you, you loved the little sounds he made while he fucked you. You spread your legs and started moving your hips, matching his thrusts taking more of him. 

“God you’re taking me so well baby, fuck.” Chan gave you a couple more hard thrusts then pulled out and laid back propped against your head board. He patted his lap. 

“Come sit on it baby.” You straddled Chan’s lap, lined him up with your throbbing cunt and sank down on him. He gripped both of your ass cheeks and you rolled your hips. 

“Ohhhh fuck so deep!” You moaned out and Chan smiled at you sweetly then kissed your lips. 

“You can take it baby girl, go on, ride it for me.” You gripped Chan’s shoulders and rocked back and forth in his lap, riding him like he’d told you too. Chan’s lips wrapped around one of your nipples and he teased the other as you continued to grind on him. Your fingers found purchase in his curls again as you sank down and took every inch of him. You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes as you started riding him hard and deep. 

“Fuck, god, yes! Feels so good daddy...” You breathed it out so quietly Chan almost didn’t hear it. His head shot up and his eyes had darkened. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip and forced it into your mouth making eye contact with you as you sucked on it. 

“What was that y/n? Say that again a little louder for me?” He removed his thumb and pressed it against your lips as you spoke. 

“F-fuck, you f-feel s-so good...” You stammered out as you felt his cock filling you so completely. 

“No no that last part baby girl, say that last part again.” You looked away a little embarrassed that it had slipped out. Chan gently took your chin and tilted your head back up, making you look at him again. 

“Go on...” Chan urged you again. 

“Say it.” You leaned forward hugging on to him, bodies pressed together, Chan’s cock buried so deep inside you, you couldn’t possibly be any closer. You pressed your lips to Chan’s ear. 

“Feels SO good daddy.” You kissed his cheek after you said it and the fuse that you had lit finally reached its limit. Chan lifted you up off his lap and tossed you onto the bed. 

“Bend over.”  It wasn’t a request and you didn’t hesitate to do what he said, getting on all fours.  

“Like this daddy?” You said teasingly. Chan ran his hands over the swell of your ass, gently slapping and squeezing at it. 

“JUST like that baby girl. So good for your daddy aren’t you?” He lined up with your needy cunt, sank back into you, and started fucking you fast and rough, gripping your hips tightly as he railed you hard.  

“Daddy yes so good for daddy, god fuck yes!” He was pushing you towards your orgasm faster and faster and you were becoming a babbling mess. Your face pressed into the mattress as Chan fucked you stupid, just like you’d told him to do in your text. 

“Shit! I’m gonna cum y/n, I’m so fucking close!” You planted your hands on the bed, arched your back more and started meeting his thrusts with everything you had left in you.  

“Fuck! FUCK!” You screamed into the mattress. 

“Me too Channie, don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!” He continued mercilessly drilling into you and when you came for the second time that night it felt like ten thousand volts ripped through your body. You went ridged and your pussy squeezed Chan’s cock so tightly he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out of you, took off the condom then covered your back and ass in hot thick ropes of his cum.  

“Mmmmmfuck god fuck! Wear it baby girl! Wear that cum!” Chan rubbed the tip of his cock through the cum on your ass and shuddered from the overstimulation. 

“Fuck y/n, you look so good covered in my cum.” He continued to smear it across your ass cheeks with his tip, watching as it dripped down. He gently tapped your thigh to get your attention and you forced yourself to look back at him. The sight of him was almost enough to make you cum again. Skin flushed, sweaty curls clinging to his neck and forehead, chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. When you made eye contact he flashed you that dimpled grin of his. 

“Lay down, I’ll grab a rag to clean you up with.” You nodded and allowed your body to relax down on the bed. It wasn’t long before Chan was back with a warm wet rag. He ran it over your tender pussy first and you flinched a little. 

“I’m sorry, did I go to rough? Did I hurt you?” You looked back at him again and saw the worry on his face. You shook your head. 

“No Channie not at all just sensitive. It’s fine really. I promise.” He let out a small sigh of relief and finished wiping his cum off of you before discarding the rag in your hamper. When he crawled back into the bed with you he pulled you flush against his body and held you. You laid there for a bit with your head on Chan’s chest listening to his heart beat and breathing slow down. After a minute you of silence you looked up at him. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open and you wondered if the man who was a notorious insomniac  had actually fallen asleep already. 

“Channie?” He immediately opened his eyes, looked down at you and smiled. 

“Yea?” You couldn’t help but smile back. You ran your hand through his curls again. 

“Thank you, that was really amazing.” Chan cocked his eyebrow before leaning down and pressing his pillowy soft lips against yours. 

“I should be thanking YOU.” He ran a hand down your body, grabbed your ass, and gave it a squeeze. You giggled and pinched his firm tummy. Chan laughed grabbing your hand, threading his fingers through yours and then kissed you again. He pulled away and gave you a knowing look with a smirk. 

“What?” You asked. 

“So... Minho was your back up plan huh? I could call him, see if he’s interested in joining us for round two.” You rolled your eyes and tried to push him away. 

“That’s it, get out.” Chan grabbed your arms and pulled you close, pinning you against his body as you squirmed. He was too strong. You looked up at him pouting, defeated. He pecked your lips. 

“I was just teasing. Don’t kick me out.” Another peck, then another. Then his lips latched onto yours firmly. Chan tilted his head deepening the kiss then he suddenly flipped you onto your back, laying on top of you. You could feel his cock pressed against you, getting hard again. He pulled away giving you that smirk. 

“Well I was teasing about Minho at least. I was serious about round two so I hope you’re ready!” He said wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

[zepskies]

OMG I KEED A PART 2 TO SAM HAVING A CRUSH ON DEANS GF

Like idk maybe say Sam didn't listen to Dean and tried making a move on reader? Like ofc he wouldn't ever do that *I don't think* but in this hypothetical scenerio it happens

Hey hun!

Oooof, that's hard. You guys really like this angsty love triangle stuff, huh? 😂 I genuinely think Sam would rather saw off his own hand than hurt Dean that way. But this is like, the only thing I could think of on this one. 😅

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,100

Imagine: Sam crosses the line.

Goddamn witches.

That's the last coherent thought Sam has, before his mind is no longer completely his to control.

Well, it's still his mind. His body. But the careful door in his mind and in his heart, reinforced with steel and chained shut with titanium, combo-coded, locked and loaded, now has broken hinges.

Thoughts he hasn't allowed himself to think for months are pried open, with a sick kind of enjoyment in pain.

You're his brother's girl. Sam can't help but love you. He wants you. And now, he might be able to have you.

The witch is dead, but the spell she just hit Sam with remains. He's not dead, so that's a plus.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, slightly breathless. You're the closest to where he's sprawled on the ground, so you go to him. You touch his arm, and he can't help but clamp down on your hand. He looks at you with the thinly veiled eyes of a hunter as he smiles. Because your concern reaches the deepest parts of him.

"I'm fine," he says.

But Dean reads the hunger in his brother's eyes. He's subtle in the way he grasps your shoulder and Sam's (noticeably tighter).

"But what happened? How do you feel?" you ask, trying to take stock of what you're all dealing with here.

"I uh...feel fine, actually," Sam says. He rolls his shoulders. His gaze focuses on you. Dean holds him back from getting off the ground.

"Get the book. See if there's a way to fix this," Dean tells you without taking his eyes off Sam.

Sam tilts his head at Dean, the beginning of an angry frown on his lip as you rush away to find the witch's spell book.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Sam asks. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. (He literally doesn't have a filter anymore.) "Afraid of what might happen when she actually has the chance to choose?"

Dean's lips purse as his eyes darken. "This isn't you. And when you wake up from this, you're either gonna hate yourself for even thinkin' what you're thinkin', or you're gonna have one hell of a headache."

Sam stares back incredulously. He scoffs. "What're you gonna do, kill me?" They both know that's not happening.

But that's also when Dean knocks him the hell out.

When Sam wakes, it's to you stuffing tissues in his bloody nose. He groans a bit. He looks at you and still wants. But when he looks down at himself, he's in the bunker, handcuffed to the war room table.

You look worried for him as you go back to your side of the table with the book. Dean is oddly nowhere in sight. Sam thought he'd be watching you (and Sam) like a hawk.

"Dean'll be back in a sec. He's trying to get ahold of Rowena," you supply. "But how're you feeling? What's the spell doing to you exactly?"

Sam rolls the kinks out of his neck and removes the tissues, even though his entire face radiates with pain. His brother once promised to break his nose, and he did just that.

"Basically? I think it took away my inhibitions," he replies. More like threw them in a blender and put his deepest, headiest desires into overdrive.

You frown. "Like a really bad bender, or a truth serum kind of thing? But why would he punch you out for that?"

Your gears are turning rapidly, weighing out all the options. You always were smart. Sam leans forward slowly. Noting your thread of wariness, his face softens. He doesn't want to scare you...

He sighs. "Listen...there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He reaches out a hand. You're looking at him in frozen surprise. His curled fingers brush your cheek. He leans in toward your face.

But you flinch and pull away.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask.

Sam should've known, but it still hurts him. His jaw clenches. The spell takes away his self-preservation, however.

Just as he might've tried with words to finally confess the depths of his heart, the door creaks open.

The sound of Dean's heavy boots approaching makes him flinch. But Sam looks over with an unrepentant stare.

Dean glances at Rowena, nostrils flaring. "Fix him." He gestures at Sam before he joins you on your side of the table, resting a protective hand on your back.

Rowena shoots him a droll look. "Only because you asked so nicely."

"I don't need fixing!" Sam argues, glaring at Dean. His voice echoes on the bunker's walls. "You're just afraid of what happens if she knows the truth!"

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest. Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat. Dean turns back to Sam.

"Don't do this, Sammy. It don't end well for you," Dean says.

"Like hell," Sam retorts.

"Okay, sleep now, dear," Rowena says. And with a wave of her hand and a haze of violet, Sam's world once again blackens.

When he next wakes, he's in his own bed. Not restrained. He indeed has a massive headache, and it's hard to breathe through his still broken nose. He groans and turns, and his brother is there.

When the overwhelming guilt sets in, Sam knows he's himself again, with all the careful walls around his heart put back in place. Rowena must've broken the spell when he was unconscious. Dean can see the truth in Sam's eyes.

"There he is," Dean remarks dryly. "Our giant Jekyll and Hyde."

Sam inhales deeply. "Dean..." I'm sorry doesn't quite cut it.

"She knows," Dean says, after a moment. "Obviously."

Sam nods, swallowing past a lump in his throat. He hesitates to ask the next burning question, because part of him knows the answer.

"It doesn't change anything."

Sam's head turns at the sound of your voice. You stand in the doorway, with your arms crossed despite the disheartened look on your face. Your eyes meet his, steady and sad, but firm.

"I know," Sam says, with a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry...for all this."

"It's not your fault," you reply. Spell or no spell, the way he feels is not his fault.

You step into the bedroom and go to Sam's bedside, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. That hand smoothes up his neck, and your fingers briefly thread into his hair. Another silent conversation passes between you and Dean, the way only lovers that close can accomplish.

After a beat, Dean nods and gets up out of his chair. He thumbs at your cheek; it's both an answer to your unspoken request and an endearment. Then he pats Sam's shoulder before he leaves you and Sam alone in the room.

Trust. That's what that is. Dean trusts you, and now that the spell has worn off, he trusts Sam again.

Sam meets your gaze. As awful as he feels, he still loves you. He knows you know by the way your gaze meets his.

All he wants to do is touch you.

To apologize, and to touch you.

He hates himself.

You shake your head. "I love you, Sam. As my friend. My brother."

"I know," he nods. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," you reply. "You just have to respect that."

"'Course, I do," Sam nods again. You would've never known, if not for the damn spell.

You surprise him by taking his hand. Yours is soft and warm and kind.

Always kind...

But never truly his to hold.

AN: GAH! The Angst. You could bottle it. 😩

Want to know what that conversation was like between Dean and the reader after she "found out?"

Read It Here: You and Dean talk about Sam's feelings.

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[devilmen-collector]

Hi :3 I'm the anon who asked if we could check with you if you received our requests! I wanted to be sure! Did you get a request? It's headcanons where WHB Lucifer, Satan, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Mammon react to his gn crush being in love with him so much that they kissed him on the lips? They took a moment to realise & apologised profusely though! I'm 26! Sorry I forgot to add my age in my request 😅 Thanks!

It's ok. I didn't see the very first request you asked me to check, but I saw the one sent to me just a few minutes before this ask. I'll just write on this one because it has both the request and the age :3

The Kings React to Their Crush Kissing Them on The Lips (HC)

Pairing: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Lucifer x gn!reader (separate)

Warning: suggestive

Summary: one beautiful day when the sun that Barbatos praises everyday was shining brightly on the sky, a certain human subconsciously kissed the devil king that they love because they love him so much that they can't stand it anymore. When they came to their senses, they got embarrassed and apologized profusely with a blush on their face.

Satan

He doesn't let you finish the apology, he kisses you back, with his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. His kiss is so aggressive and full of passion that it will leave you breathless after your lips parted ways.

It doesn't stop there. Even though he's the king of wrath, he's quite greedy when it comes to kissing the one he loves. He will give you another kiss that will also take your breath away.

Lifts you up and princess carries you to his room or somewhere more private, where he can monopolize you without interruption.

"There's nothing to apologize for. You should enjoy it some more. You are currently in Hell."

Mammon

The kiss happened when he was carrying you. Otherwise, there's no way you can reach him, unless you are very very tall yourself.

"Master, why are you apologizing? I'm yours. You may kiss me how many times as you like." He says while smiling as you. You can see a tinge of red on his cheeks as he says that.

He definitely wants you to give him more kisses, on the lips, of course...and elsewhere.

Leviathan

Widens his eyes in surprise

He likes it very much but he will never admit that.

Finds it cute that you are apologizing profusely to him.

Lifts your chin up and returns the kiss to your lips.

"Your face now is not bad." Levi says and leaves while you are still fluttering and can't function.

Beelzebub

Licks his lips

You gave him an appetizer, you can't just apologize and that's it, he demands a full-course meal.

"It's time for a full-course meal." Beelzebub declares as he takes you to somewhere more private before you could finish the apologies.

To Beelzebub, he knows that you have not completely adapted to Hell. But he hopes that one day, you can kiss him without reserve.

Lucifer

Another giant king. The kiss happened when he was sitting down and enjoying his tea. You just came out of nowhere and kissed him.

Kisses you back and bites your lips right after he lets you finish your first apology.

Smirks as you look back at him in shocked.

Gives you two choices: either go all the way with him at somewhere more private, or sit on his laps for the whole day.

The illusion of free choice

But don't worry, he will heal you up. He destroys you but he also loves you.

Hope you like it :3

[chaostroberry1]

Hi, it's me again. How are you? I hope your day is great 😊 I am back to ask another request 🤭😅 Sorry if I ask too much this week 🙇‍♀️

Anyway, this time is about ror Poseidon (wanted to do Beel, but I am scared you already had enough with many Beel story 🤣🤣).

It was isekai-ed reader (kinda or sort off) like the reader is a witch and had read RoR, her favorite is Beelzebub. She hope she can went to RoR universe at least wanted to hug her bias once. But what she get is... she got asthraled (forgot the word. It was like your soul or ghost someshort of spiritual come to another place but you are kinda invisible and cannot be harmed since you are ghost and all.) instead you fall down to Poseidon lap.

Ror Poseidon of course angered and threw trident at you, only for it to just flew through you and you are unharmed. Unfortunately for both of you, you seems stuck with him because you try to get away or him get away it always end with you being dragged by force to him. He is very annoyed by not only because you are human but also because you insistent on wanting to meet Beelzebub. You both banter daily and all.

He grow fond of you, and deep down scared if you will suddenly move back or meet Beelzebub as he know your love for the flies (lowkey he though you are in love with the devil and not love him as a fans). And the day came where Poseidon cross with Beelzebub and he find himself so jealous at how you fawning over Beelzebub resulted in his very first argument with you and you huff and the reader having enough just kiss him... only to find herself go through him. Come the fluffy live between you two. The reader love teasing Poseidon who act as if he is not affected on outside but when it was only two of them, he is a big cuddler and softy.

Can you please made headcannon and story about it? It was up to you if it going to be after or before Ragnarok. Thank you so much. Have nice days and wonderful days 😘❤❤❤

Hi hun💕 thank you for this, it's so cute 😭 seeing a jelly Poseidon is actually funny to think abt ngl

Poseidon mini story+mini headcanons

Poseidon × isekai-ed!witch!reader

You find yourself scrolling through your phone, reading the newest chapters of record of Ragnarok, your all time favourite manga. Or maybe just something you read to pass the time, whatever. You fawned and giggled over your favourite character, specifically, Beelzebub. Poor baby, you wanted to give him a hug and kiss his face all over, since he didn't deserve any of this.

You so wanted to go there, but that was impossible. Your worlds were completely different, and he was fictional. He wasn't real. Or so you thought.

When you went to bed that night, your final thoughts being your bias, you suddenly open your eyes again, this time, the surroundings were different. It was all so colorful, like you were being sucked into a portal that led to someplace else.

"is this a dream?" You mumbled, before suddenly, you dropped, letting out a little squeak, looking up. Then...you saw the face of an angered god, who was just as surprised as you. But more pissed tho.

You landed on the lap of the tyrant of the sea, Poseidon. Great, just your luck. What the hell and how the hell did you end up on his lap? You couldn't even process when he took his trident.

You floated away, letting out little panicked sounds, as he got up, throwing it at you, only for it to pas through you, as you looked at him wide eyed. "Mortal, who do you think you are to commit such an act towards a god?"

When he heard your explanation, he let out a "tch" deciding to stop, before ordering you to leave, which you gladly did so. Well, that didn't go so well for you. With a magnetic force, your body was brought back to Poseidon, who looked at you like you just called him a bitch and slapped him in the face.

"I told you to leave."

"if you can see, I am struggling to!"

You recall reading a book about things like these, and you then start to connect the dots, coming to a conclusion that your soul had been transported to a completely different world, while your physical body was back in the other.

You and Poseidon tried to part ways, but no matter what you did, you kept being forced back to him. As mucha s he wanted to believe that you were faking it, you really looked like your were upset and struggling badly. So now he was just stuck with you.

At first, he found you annoying, the way you'd just float around while he walked, his movements always being watched by the little ghost on his ass, man this was a pain. You were a pathetic human, and your whines to meet Beelzebub were so irritating. But all that was passed him. It slowly came to him that he grew fond of you, he found himself entertained by watching you float around stupidly, and just be on his back all day, begging him to go near an ice cream truck so you could eat something tasty.

But when those thoughts came over him, another thought presented itself. What if you broke free from him, and set out to find Beelzebub? That, that really wasn't a nice thought. But the day came where by absolute luck, he walks passed Beelzebub, and he immediately looked behind him to find you squealing and fawning over the lord of the flies.

Poseidon had many fan girls, so why couldn't you have just been one of them? Before you could get near Beelzebub, Poseidon immediately distanced himself from the god, forcing you with him, making you pout and whine.

That was his last straw.

You were his now. So why do you look at other guys like that? It's obvious that you were sent to him for a reason. That resulted in an argument between the both of you. Before you finally had enough and decided to kiss him. You didn't know why, but your body acted on its own, what's worse is that you passed through him, as he stared at you with wide eyes, slowly calming himself. Before telling you to touch him.

You were confused, and still embarrassed, before you touched him, his body slowly turning spirit like, just like you. He had read about it before, and knew exactly what he was dealing with. And now that he knew the side effects, and everything else, he went over and kissed you, kissing you with so much passion. Knowing that nobody could see both of you. And from there, you both started a relationship.

The effects wore off, and he became a touchable and physical being once more. Looking at you, and then softly speaking. "You're mine now. Understand? That's an order."

Your heart beemed, you knew you loved beelzebub..but this exchange with Poseidon had completely altered your way of thinking.

He's not so bad after all...

________ random mini headcanons._____

- bro still does his best to make sure Beelzebub ain't anywhere close to you. Like literally he hates it when he even thinks about Beelzebub and you having an interaction. Nobody stealing his bae.

- he's cold and all, but when y'all are together, he's so needy.

- even if ur a ghost, you will either be floating round him, or be on his lap.

- sometimes, his brother's find him talking to himself, unaware that you were chatting with him. They fr thought he had an imaginary best friend.

- jealousy issues frfr

- when you told him about how you thought there could be a chance where you'll eventually be transported back to your world— mans was pissed. He would do so much to avoid that from happening, ordering servants to find anything about things like these, just to avoid it from happening.

- yes I mean everyone.

- he couldn't afford to lose you. Not when you are one of the very, VERY few people he had took a liking to. So anyone that posed as a threat shall be demolished.

- he hates how your eyes dart immediately to anyone who looked even the slightest bit of nice. Like he's literally over here wtf.

- I jus know that whenever you're hungry, he'd order his servant or smth to get him the most randomest shit like your favourite food, ice cream, or whatever you liked.

- people who serve it to him are dumbfounded when they see that Poseidon, THE Poseidon, is requesting...a dessert???

- only for him to stare at it with the most uninterested resting bitch face known to man. Until the food suddenly dissappears out of the blue without the god moving an inch. But they can't question it tho.

- and yo ass is just munching on the food, happily floating around and thanking him.

- his servants or anyone for that matter would be even more surprised when he started ordering them to buy stuff like clothes, jewelry, and all....

- was their god keeping a secret mistress??? But then again...they cannot ask. Or their heads would be served on a platter.

- he's a good boyfriend and hubby, y'all's marriage would come in so randomly after he just states in in a meeting with the other gods. Explaining everything and then dropping a "we're getting married in a few days"

- dang. Oh well, didn't matter. He was just happy that he was gonna seal the deal with you. All his, and he'd make sure you'd become immortal too, just like him.

____

@17kurodaayumu this was fun!

[rainystarshower]

Hello!! Just saying a love your work!! Can I request ratio x gn! Demon reader? Like a bit enemies to lovers type of troupe, start of reader is like really annoying to ratio always bothering him where ever he goes no what time or day they still can find him in a blink of an eye, ratio thinks they're an idiot and a total air head but in reality reader is actually very smart they just acted dumb to get under ratio's skin (reader can be a member of the guild or co workers or even roomates hehe whichever you prefer) one day ratio finds reader in herta's space station badly injured and passed out but quickly ratio catches them and went to the station infirmary, after a while reader woke up in a room they never seen before it looks luxurious and expensive they look a bit confused until they heard a familiar voice next to them, and it's ratio usual scolding asking them what happened and ofc reader explains reader got attacked by some monster I forgot what they're called (reader is lying btw they just wanted ratio's attention, but they did injured themselves just to act like they were telling the truth) ratio knows it all ofc he's not stupid. The rest of the scenario you can finished it your way I'm happy if you actually writes my little rambles okay stay safe and stay healthy (hehe maybe they kissed at the end? Who knows)

Dr. Ratio x Reader

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chara : Dr. Ratio

cw : fluff, gn!demon!reader, ratio being mean and ignoring you 😭 demon reader although it’s not mentioned too much whoops...

a/n : Hi Anon!! Thank you for the request, I’m really happy!! 🎉🎉 Sorry if some parts are different from what you requested, I didn’t proofread and wrote this at 2am — very sleepy and exhausted after my period pains kicked in hard 😅

Fic under the cut!

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You were the most infuriating to Dr. Ratio. He couldn’t stand you, whatsoever. The most simplest of questions, you’d manage to get them wrong. ‘How could someone get such an easy question, wrong?!’ He would always ponder to himself. You were the devil on his left shoulder, constantly annoying him.

Ratio was a man you couldn’t just so easily forget. Aside from the fact he was your roommate, something about him was so captivating to you. You craved his attention, being a demon made it much more easier. You constantly poked at him, like a rock in his shoe.

“Ratio!” Your ebullient call of his name went unheard to him as you leaned over his shoulder, staring at his desk. “You’re heading to Herta Space Station in a while?” You halted, yet he had no response. As if he’s chosen to ignore the malign echo inside of his head — which was you obviously...

Ratio took a deep jaded sigh, uprising from his seat and, departing. Taking his way to Herta Space Station. You being yourself, of course, followed him. Though, he simply chose to ignore you the entire time!!

Arriving at Herta Space Station, no matter how much you provoked the guy, he gave you no response. You could see his muscles slightly twitch, continuing to agitate him further yet no response! Much more patient than he normally was!

So, when Ratio started engaging in a conversation with Ruan Mei, you took it into your own hands to try and get Ratio’s attention. You wandered off, further into Herta Space Station and perhaps an area you shouldn’t luckily came across. A bunch of dead antimatter legion creatures. All torn up into shreds and piled one ontop of the other.

Whilst examining the bodies, an idea came across you. Maybe it was a bit extreme but, it might be worth it? You took the blade of one of them, gulping down your clear choked up throat and sense of common knowledge — you held your breath, slashing it across your stomach. You were sure you’d be fine. You’re a demon after all!

Oh, but how you regretted it. The pain was unbearable. Those blades are not to be underestimated, they hurt like hell. You went dizzy, losing your sense of stability. You wobbled to the door, holding your stomach and dragging your feet. If only you could find Ratio right now, if only you didn’t do something as foolish as that...

...

It’s bright. Too bright. Where am I?

Augh, my stomach hurts a little...

Wait, wasn’t I at Herta Space Station?

This room... It’s so —

“You’re up.” The familiar voice rang in your head. Was that...?

You jumped up, sitting in the middle of a large bed, confused. You scanned your eyes around the room, immediately locking them when your view is bestowed by Ratio sitting on the chair besides the bed, looking at you rather upset.

“Ra—” before you could even utter out his name, he abruptly interrupted you. “You. How idiotic must you be?” He breathed out. “You’re smart, aren’t you? Didn’t you figure out how bad you could’ve gotten injured before deciding to wander off?” He scolded, you could sense the slight tone of worry in his voice. “I didn’t know there’d be that many of those antimatter legion pests roaming around!” You fend for yourself, lying to him. You couldn’t admit you did it yourself just to gain his attention after all!

Ratio let out a disheartening sigh, sitting besides you on the bed. “You deceived me. Again.” His voice, soft, and culpable. Again? Was he indicating he knew about your little ‘act’?

That however, wasn’t going to put you down. You weren’t admitting until you were absolutely certain. “Deceived? When have I ever deceived you?” You played dumb, confident he wouldn’t see through you.

He only looked at you, a bit perplexed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I was cleaning up your one awful mess of a room, and I found your study book.” He moved closer to you on the bed, sitting right besides you. His eyes, unable to leave your face. Your heart was pounding. He found the very study book that proved you were indeed simply acting as if you were dumb, just to get under his skin?

“You’re... Rather smart. And, I must apologize.” He reluctantly moved back a little, his eyes redirecting to anywhere else in the room aside from you. Which made your heart break a little, but you didn’t lift your gaze off him. “I was ignoring you, I was frustrated you were hiding your true potential. Just to get under my skin... I had decided to ignore you out of my own pettiness.” An apologetic, sincere tone coating his words — his eyes moved to your stomach. “I truly... Apologize.” It was’t easy for him to say, but he said it anyways. Just because he couldn’t stand the fact he brought pain upon you.

“However, don’t do such things to get my attention — ever again.” A flip in his apologetic tone turned into a demanding one. He moved back closer to you, you could feel your breath hitch as you realized how close your faces were. “Right... I think I learnt my lesson...” You sheepishly chuckle, Ratio’s frown turning into a soft smile. He noticed your little demon tail wagging a little, almost like a puppy!

He cupped your face with one hand, looking directly into your eyes. “You are truly one idiot, you little demon.” He amorously expressed his concern. You held his wrist, slightly nodding — Ratio unexpectedly pulling you in for a chaste kiss. You didn’t deny it, at all — it was nice basking in Ratio’s slight affection and worry for you. “Doesn’t that make you a bigger idiot for kissing me?” You teased him, to which he scoffed endearingly. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea? Though, think of other ways next time...

[alienoresimagines]

I wish you would write a fic (canon era, modern au, any setting really) where Buck is sick and Bucky fusses over him. Maybe with Buck’s head in Bucky’s lap?

I loved your fic of Bucky watching Buck sleep, so anything with that type of vibe? ❤️

I don't know the difference between a snippet and an actual fic so this is 1.4k 😅 But hey, Gale's awake for this one! Thank you so much for this inspiring ask, I've been writing angst for a week so going back to fluff felt really good 🥰❤️ Featuring : A sick Gale and a worrywart Bucky Also on AO3 Find my other Mota fics here

"Do you need anything ? Blanket ? Water ?" His hands hover over Gale's shivering form but the other weakly bats his hand away when John reaches out to check his fever.

"M'fine, Bucky." Gale's usual deep voice is now raspy and hoarse from too much coughing and Bucky winces in sympathy, knowing how much just saying those few words must've hurt. It also happens to be one of the biggest lies he's ever heard, on the top of his list with Buck's other countless "I'm fine"s he's heard since meeting the other. Bucky's only slightly exasperated.

"Like hell you are." He grumbles unhappily but fondness rounds the edge of every word as he fusses with the army issued blankets until only two unimpressed, slightly hazy with fever, blue eyes could be seen above the green fabric. John has to physically suppress a coo at the sight, sure it wouldn't be welcome, and very much not in the mood to wrestle Gale back in bed a second time.

He's honestly surprised the other held on for as long as he did considering the entire 100th had fallen victim to a nasty cold in the past two weeks, even Bucky himself. Buck had nursed him back to health and despite the pounding headache he remembers, John had enjoyed every minute of it. He would've enjoyed it a lot more though, if this stubborn sweetheart of a man hadn't also decided to take as much of a workload as he could while the rest of them were bedridden, disregarding any signs of his own degrading health.

A hand pulls on his sleeve until he sits on the edge of the bunk, the heat from Gale's body warming his side even through two blankets. Those pills better kick in soon or John might just die from worry. Over a damn cold.

Well, that's not exactly true. Even if the depth of his feelings for Gale still scares him absolutely shitless, he's past the shameful stage of denial. A mere small splinter would be enough to have him worried sick if it was in Gale's finger. But, he considers, maybe he went a bit overboard when he tucked Gale in with all the blankets available. Perhaps just four would be enough... which is why he lets Gale, although unhappily, drop some of the blankets on the bunk next to him. His mouth opens then closes with a click at Buck's glare.

Three blankets it was.

Gale settles again under the remaining covers, graciously letting John adjust them until his neck is covered. His lips, despite being chapped and not as pink as usual, still look so inviting that Bucky has to physically stop himself from pressing his own lips to Buck's. Three days he's been deprived of Gale's kisses and he has never wanted anything more in his life - except for Gale himself. During the two days he was sick, Buck had imposed a no-kissing-on-the-lips rule, much to his own chagrin but he respected Gale's boundary and need for cleanliness. Besides, it's not like he wanted to get Gale sick. And today, on the day he'd been longingly awaiting for 48 endless hours, Buck himself was sick and would refuse Bucky's kisses, he knows. It doesn't stop him from gazing mournfully at those plump lips.

"I was really looking forward to those kisses." He whines dramatically in a defeated sigh, a pang of fondness in his chest at Buck's own saddened eyes. He hasn't been alone in his longing, and the thought sends warmth through his body. Yet, coldness courses through him as he watches guilt overcome sadness when Gale turns his head sideways to avoid looking at him.

"M'sorry." All theatrics forgotten, a frown crosses his face immediately. He leans closer to Buck's face, gently sweeping his hair of his forehead and then cupping his flushed cheek to stroke over a high cheekbone until Gale looks at him.

"Hey, Buck. Listen to me." With his thumb, he tenderly frees Gale's bottom lip from the cage of his teeth. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. Damn cold got everyone, it's no surprise it'd get you too. Nothing shameful 'bout that, okay?"

Later, when the other isn't as miserable as now, John will grouch to him about working himself to the bone instead of going to see Smokey as soon as he’d started feeling bad. Later, he'll make Gale promise to come to him too, if he doesn't feel like talking to their flight surgeon.

The thing is, Gale is John's safe place. With him, he doesn't have to worry about talking too much, touching too much -as much as he could in public- being too much. He just wishes Gale would allow John to be his safe place too. And he knows that Gale allowing him to see that vulnerable side of his is already a huge show of trust. But he wants Gale to trust him not only to catch him when he falls but also to lean on him when he misses a step or falters just a bit.

For now though, he accepts the small nod he gets and relishes in the soft, barely there up of the corners of his lips, which blooms into a sweet smile when Bucky leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"As soon as you're back on your feet, I'm kissing you 'till you push me away." He promises against the too-warm skin of Buck's forehead before pulling back and grinning down at him. Gale looks amused, if a bit tired, but the light in his eyes is one of amused defiance. Even if he doesn't speak, Bucky hears him anyway and it sends thrills of anticipation down his spine. Just a few days more.

There's a moment of silence as John mindlessly plays with sweaty golden strands until Buck blinks slow and long and Gale's warm hand slips into his under the blanket. He has to bite his lips to keep the dopey smile from his face but he does stroke his thumb back and forth the expanse of Gale's knuckles. Shivers still wrack his form, though they did subside a bit compared to minutes ago. It's not nearly enough for Bucky.

"You sure I can't get you anything ?" Buck audibly groans as he opens his eyes just enough to show Bucky just how hard he's rolling his eyes and John snickers sheepishly. He raises the hand not in Gale's soft grip in mock surrender, the amused glint in sky-blue eyes only spurring him on. 

"Sorry, sorry. But really, do you need anything ?" Gale licks his lips once and oh, John knows that look. It's as adorable as it makes his heart ache, the way Gale doesn't look him in the eyes. He thinks of a young boy, barely knee tall, not daring to ask his father anything and imperceptibly clenches his jaw. Softly squeezing Buck's hand in his, he smiles encouragingly when the other faces him.

"Anything, Gale." Tired eyes look at him for a moment, searching for something but John isn't sure what. He keeps his face open, knowing perfectly well there's no way he could hide how he feels about the other man when no one is around. Gale must find whatever he's looking for because he bites his lip slightly, seemingly pleased and content, if a little shy.

John is keeping a tally of how many kisses he's been robbed of.

Minutely, Gale starts scooting over and John huffs a laugh but obediently sits in the spot just vacated, back leaning on the metal headboard. He's barely put his legs on the blankets that Gale immediately presses in close to rest his head on John's lap like a cat pressing his head on his hand until he gets pets.

Bucky might just die of adoration for this sweet, sweet man he's blessed to call his.

He's half convinced the other will start purring when he strokes his fingers through his hair, nails slightly scratching at his scalp like he knows Buck likes but Gale only presses even closer to him until his body is one hot line against John's leg, a happy hum leaving him. He's asleep in one minute flat, face buried in Bucky's lap as the latter keeps playing with his hair, eyes not leaving the even rise and fall of his back.

John's so, so in love that he wonders how he ever thought he wasn't Gale's safe place just as much as Gale was his.

[htchnr]

01 ★ diamond eyed girl ❥ A. HOTCHNER.

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AUTHORS NOTE ➥ KINKTOBER IS CURRENTLY PAUSED! i'm sick at home so i don't have all the usual energy to 100% stick into the fics that are left over, but don't worry! i will finish them! it just might take a little longer than the planned every other day 😅🥲

CW ➥ mention of heavy cases ⋆ mention of a lot of victims ⋆ mention of digging up remains ⋆ comfort ⋆ angst + fluff ⋆ fluff ⋆ sooooo much fluff it's almost gross ⋆ autistic!reader (not explicitly mentioned, but that's what i had in mind while writing this) ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

WC ➥ 1,4K. SONG ➥ gotham , taffeta darling.

SUMMARY ➥ he doesn't even know where you get the little things from, small rocks, sea glass, acorns or other small trinkets finding their way to you — to give to him.

aka, three times Aaron receives something small from you, one time where he surprised you and in an upcoming second part, a few times where he gives you little things. ➥ PART TWO.

★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★

Aaron being confused the first time.

he isn't necessarily paying attention to you — his eyes are trained on the gruesome crime scene in front of him and and his focus is on the officer to his right explaining everything they found. so he doesn't fully notice you, on his left, briefly slipping your fingers into his closed hand. he doesn't even notice you pressing something small into his hand.

he doesn't seem to notice until a solid fifteen minutes later when he goes to stretch his hand, noticing something drop from it. he frowns, bending down to pick up a small rock that had fallen out of his hand. did he pick it up? he doesn't remember doing so though. where did it come from?

that's when he remembers, your gentle fingers slipping between his for a brief second — and leaving it behind in his hand.

he looks at it, staring intensely at it as if trying to figure out what it means. hell if he knows, but he can't deny the small smile it brings to his otherwise usual sour expression at these types of crime scenes.

he regains his composure, the always present frown returning only slightly as he pockets the small rock and returns to the scene. he can't describe what it is about the object, but the slight weight of it in the pocket of his slacks grounds and comforts him, making this case a little more bearable.

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being on a tough case and Aaron telling you this isn't the time or place right now.

it was an awful case again — the amount of victims was ridiculous and they were getting nowhere with the few leads they had. the scorching sun was beating down on you all and the sand was in everyone's shoes. more and more remains were being discovered — it was weighing heavy on everyone to say the least.

yet you, somehow, had managed to find a small, smooth piece of sea glass — a pretty deep blue that you marvelled at for a little bit. you tightly held onto it while you stood off to the side as you took deep breaths. you honestly didn't know how much longer you could take it all.

Aaron wasn't much different, fists either clenched at his side or running through his hair. the sand in his shoes was starting to piss him off, the sun was causing his head to pound and with every new pile of remains that were dug up he was getting closer and closer to his snapping point.

he stood off to the side as well, though under the other tent away from you. his eyes were clenched shut as one hand massaged his temples, the other clenched at his side. he barely noticed your steps behind him, not until he felt you soft fingers faintly touch the hand at his side. by now, he knew what this meant.

"this is not the time nor the place for this." he sternly said. his fist clenched tighter, there was no way for you to slip something into it.

"Aaron-" your voice was so gentle, he almost felt bad.

"no." he raised his voice.

but you continued, both hands on his clenched fist as you pried open his hand with difficulty, shoving the small piece of sea glass between the thick fingers before closing and shoving his hand against his side. "i'm going to the station, i'm gonna break if this keeps up." your voice wavering both in frustration and in emotion, walking off with a loud frustrated huff and tears starting to prickle at your eyes.

Aaron breathes deeply, fingers still rubbing at his temples, (as if it was going to do anything). he takes a few more deep breaths before opening his eyes, the scorching sun assaulting them immediately. he takes another deep breath, then opens his clenched fist to look at the slightly sharp object that was digging into his skin — a small piece of deep blue sea glass.

instead of a comforting smile, tears start to prickle at his eyes. tears of frustration, tiredness, emotion — hell anything at this point.

he didn't mean to raise his voice at you, he really didn't.

he takes another deep breath, one hand reaching into his slacks for his phone, the other tightly holding onto the sea glass. it was time for everyone to take a break, they all desperately needed it.

and Aaron desperately wanted to say sorry.

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Aaron saying thank you and carefully inspecting what you brought him.

it was quiet for the two of you for once — the two of you were merely awaiting answers via a phone call, one that you weren't expecting for another hour at the very least.

so the two of you were sitting inside a café, side by side as you both sipped at your drinks, relishing the warmth spreading through you with each sip. Aaron was observing the place, (as usual), eyes darting around while you sat peacefully beside him flipping something over between your fingers.

"what on earth are you fiddling with?" Aaron mutters, eyes still observing the small yet busy café.

you grin, turning the object around for one last tome before holding it up to him. his eyes stop at a large fern in a pot, before returning to you. his brows are furrowed, until his eyes reach what you're holding between two fingers — a button. a very intricate and pretty button, covered in details and patterns. he can see why you've taken a liking to it.

he takes it from your fingers, laying the button flat in his large palm. he studies it for a few minutes, really studies it — taking in the ridges and dents, the placing of the center holes, how there are three instead of two or four.

you smile, looking out the window and onto the busy street. he smiles as well, slipping the button into his suit jacket, before taking a hold of your hand — his large hand swallowing yours and surrounding it with warmth. "thank you, i like it." his voice is gentle and quiet as his eyes return to observing the room, this time his face is relaxed and a small smile resides on his lips.

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needing to grab a file from Aaron's office, and looking through his drawers to stumble across a drawer FILLED with EVERY SINGLE small thing you've given him.

"Aaron!" you call out to him just as he's leaving the round table room. he looks up, his sour expression instantly softening.

"can i do anything for you?" his voice sounds equally as gentle as his eyes look.

you nod, opening up the file that was clasped between your fingers. "i need your file on this case for a few details i think i'm missing for my report, could i borrow it really quick?" you ask him, eyes pleading.

he sighs, he had almost forgotten you had asked to finish up this specific report later — you had shot more than the rest team had and had hit the unsub as well as been hit by the unsub, therefor you had more to fill out.

he reluctantly pulls his keys from his slacks, handing them over. "you know this report was supposed be on my desk yesterday?" he presses, though there's no real force behind his words. "be quick about it, i need to present them to Strauss soon."

you smile as his hand brushes yours as he drops his keys in your hand. "thank you! i swear i'm almost done!" and with that you jog down to his office.

he sighs, watching your form before turning back to head to the coffee machine.

you flick through his keys, finding the one that belongs to his office and stick it in and unlock it before pressing in to search for the file.

you set your file down on his desk before moving to the front of his desk as pull open drawer after drawer. pens, paper and ink — nope. files — but the wrong files. more of the wrong files. you don't pause until you open a drawer that causes a bunch of clanking to fill the room, you physically cringe at the sudden sound. what the?

your eyes widen as you look at the mess in this particular drawer — a shock to you as you know Aaron's a neat freak about his office space. or any space of his really.

you don't realise what you've stumbled upon until you look closer, recognising the button you gave him just a few days ago. and the closer you look you recognise the little egg-shaped pebble you gave him a week ago, along with the piece of deep blue sea glass from a month ago.

"have you found the file yet? it's in the top left drawer." his voice is tired but gentle. he walks into his office with two mugs of coffee.

you look up from where you're kneeled in front of his desk, a look in your eyes that Aaron can't describe. he pauses, "is everything okay?"

you quickly nod, then point to the drawer. "you kept everything i've given you," your voice clearly shows your shock.

Aaron visibly freezes up, only for a mere second before he blinks a few times and walks to where you're kneeled. he sets the mugs down on the desk, crouching beside you. he looks into the drawer that's opened and his expression instantly softens as he looks at all the small trinkets he's been collecting that you've given to him.

he nods, "i didn't know where i could put them at home, so i keep them here," he pauses, reaching into the drawer to pick up the button you had given him a few days ago. "it makes all the paperwork a little easier, more manageable." he finishes, twirling the button fondly between his thick fingers.

you don't know what to say, you don't even know how to react. so you merely kneel there, brows raised and your face showing a strange in between of everything you're feeling. Aaron notices the silence, and looks up from the button. he frowns as he takes in your unreadable expression. "hey, are you alright? do you need anything?" he practically rushes out.

you blink, shaking your head.

now he looks even more confused.

you finally settle on a sudden smile, your face finally cooperating with your emotions as you throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook.

Aaron wobbles a little, setting the button down before wrapping his arms around you and holding you, his heart throbs at the affection. "are you sure you're doing okay?" he asks one more time.

and you nod against him, the smile on your face only growing. "i just really love you." you speak against his skin.

his own smile grows, "i love you to sweetheart."

part two with things Aaron gives you will be out in a few days don't worry! i just desperately wanted to get anything about this fic out now now now else it would sit in my wip section for forever 🥲

[tiredfox64]

Hi how was your day? Or night I just want to ask if you still take request 😅 if you don't then you can ignore me and if you still take then I have an idea for you 😆 after I read your hijab reader I immediately fall in love with your writing 😍 the way you write makes me feel like I'm the one in the story and I really really really really LOVE IT!!!!! and today I just came back from the hospital because of the breathing problems and stuff I had to stay for a week in hospital 🥲 I swear staying in hospital drive me crazy 😭 no privacy and syringe needles and medicines are scary! So... Maybe maybe... Can you write something makes me feel a little better?

(Please 🥺)

So the idea lin kuei bros and Earthrealm champions with the reader ... Can you make it female reader? Like the reader loves to dance in her room when she's alone and wearing the boys over sized clothes? And yeah like her boobies juggles bom bom yk yk 😇 Yeah like dancing like crazy or beautifully or anything you want with any song but I think international love from Pitbull will be better and it's okay if you want to change the song you know 😆 and the boys would be walking in her room while she was dancing alone crazy and enjoy herself to ask something or wanted something with her and they like ".......damn!" You know, you can do the reason anything you want you can make the reader not notice them or she did is really up to you ❤

And thank you if you did this for me 🥺 you might don't believe that but I love doing it enjoying myself alone in my room wearing big shirt and dancing like crazy to let out all stress and enjoying myself 😂 and sometimes my mother would caught me and I'm be really embarrassed 😂 even though I'm Muslim I still have a rocking star spirit you know I can't live my life without songs and music 😆 even though my life is s*itty but I'll always find a way to forget it and enjoy my life ❤

The same about you lovely I wish that you do just like me enjoying your life every day also make sure to take care of yourself drink water and sleep well don't be like me believe me staying in hospital isn't fun 🥲

And thank you again you can ignore it if you don't like it I won't be mad 😊 I understand that writing a stuff not easy Thank you ❤🌹

(Damn I talk like grandma 😂)

Swing Your Feet

Prior notes: I hope you are doing better! Hospitals really suck. I used to scream when they tried to use needles. Hopefully my writing can make you feel a little better.

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros & Earthrealm Champions x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Can you handle the beat?

There’s a sneaky weasel that has been stealing some clothes from some important people. Important people that are in the Lin Kuei and who are Earthrealm’s champions. Would you by any chance know where they could have gone?

Of course you do, you’re the weasel. A weasel who is blaring music in her room, spinning wildly like a tornado of rhythm. The boys on the other floor are forced to hear your music blaring while they play a game of Uno. You sure do have a mix of interesting music.

Johnny decided a nice way to get close with everyone was to play a nice game of Uno. Uno is never nice what was he thinking.

He invited the brothers to come to the Wu Shi academy to play as well. Tomas was the only one willing to play so Kuai Liang had to drag Bi-Han over. Oh hell, Kuai Liang decided to play as well. Not Bi-Han. Bi-Han and Uno don’t go together.

Round after round it was getting even more unhinged. Lots of yelling and accusations of cheating. You never heard it. You were too occupied with the blaring music and move your feet to match the beat.

“Ah dang it, Tomas! How do you keep beating us.” Johnny complained.

Tomas had this smug grin on his face. He was just lucky tonight. Or he was cheating. We’ll never know.

Johnny was done. Game over. He was about to pull down his sunglasses since he didn’t need to prevent anyone from cheating, only to feel that his sunglasses were gone. Not again. He looked around him and could not find his sunglasses.

“Come on! How did this happen again?” He yelled in annoyance.

“Another piece of our clothes has gone missing again.” Kung Lao said in defeat.

“Wait, your clothes have been stolen as well?” Kuai Liang asked.

Everyone looked at him in shock. So they too have been missing clothes at random. Not just accessories but full on outfits.

Kung Lao’s hoodie, Raiden’s shirts, button-ups from Johnny and Kenshi, and uniforms from Kuai Liang, Tomas, and Bi-Han. This is not a coincidence. This is suspicious. The only person who hasn’t gotten their clothes stolen is you.

“Alright,” Johnny slapped his hand against the table, “Start placing bets on what might be going on. Kenshi, go!”

“I think it’s you since you stole Sento and still won’t give it back.” He responded passive aggressively.

“Alright I’m not taking you seriously. Raiden, what do you think it is?”

“Uhh…a rat.”

“A rat is stealing our clothes?” Johnny questioned.

“A big rat. The kind that you told us about that challenge people in New York and Chicago.” A good guess Raiden, but no New York rat is gonna bother stealing clothes. They steal pizza and wallets.

“I think it’s someone with invisibility powers.” Kung Lao jumped in.

“That’s seems more reasonable. What else are we thinking?”

“Maybe it is the one who is blaring music in her room.” Bi-Han spoke up.

“What makes you think it’s her.” Kuai Liang asked.

“Because I watched her come out quickly and take his sunglasses before running back to her room.”

These fools were so focused on their game of Uno that they never noticed you coming out and sliding Johnny’s glasses right off his head. Bi-Han was the only one who caught you since he wasn’t playing. He didn’t care enough that you were taking them, he doesn’t even wanna be here.

Bi-Han and Johnny were left bickering about how he never said a thing while everyone else was contemplating about confronting you. You had no ill intent that’s for sure. It’s just nice wearing their clothes. It’s a girl thing.

“She’ll have to give our clothes back eventually. We don’t know what she is doing with them anyways.” Tomas chimed in.

That settles it. They decided to confront you on your actions. What you were doing with their clothes is a mystery to them. Maybe if they know what you are doing with them they will let you keep it.

They make their way to your room. The closer they get the louder the music is. Some of them could even feel the vibrations below their feet and in their hearts. The music you were playing all night was all over the place. Yet you still managed to move your hips and stomp your feet. You were groovin and movin. Some of them approved of the music, some were unsure of this was their type. Whatever floats your boat.

Johnny first tried knocking on your door, no answer. He knocked harder, no answer again. He sighed before trying the handle. You left your door unlocked by accident. He started opening to door.

“Hey, so quick question. Would you by any chance know where—OH!”

All their eyes fell upon you. There you were, jumping around on your bed with Johnny’s button-up shirt. The sleeves were long enough to cover your hands, making the excess material wave around as you moved. Your chest pressed against tightly against his chest. The buttons were putting up a fight as they tried to keep your chest from bursting out. They were jiggling as you pranced around. You had not a single clue that the boys were staring at you. The music was just too loud you never even heard Johnny speak.

It’s probably better that you don’t know. You know what they say: dance like no one’s watching.

The boys just stared in awe, even Bi-Han. If the shirt wasn’t a big clue or even that you are wearing Johnny’s glasses, all their clothes were scattered around your room. Every shirt, belt, and accessories that you scavenged was all over the place. You might have had a little fashion show before deciding to dance in Johnny’s clothes.

I won’t tell.

Your movements were enchanting them. Movements that were fluid and matched the rhythm well. Have you ever thought about being a background dancer? You would do well.

You must do this all the time considering you weren’t slipping up. You weren’t bumping into any furniture or tripping over your own feet. It’s natural to you. You’re having fun. And so are the boys I guarantee.

“Damn-“ Johnny was about to say more but all of them quickly covered his mouth.

They didn’t want you to know they were watching. You were in your natural state they must let you be. The music was about to end soon meaning you might finally realize they are there. No, no, they can’t have that. They slowly crept out of your room before closing the door quietly. It was as if they were never there.

There was a silence between them all. They have this information, what will they do with it? Nothing. They won’t change a thing. So what if you steal their clothes. You seemed to be putting it to good use.

“Tomas,” Bi-Han broke the silence, “do you wish to return for another round of that ridiculous card game? Perhaps next week.”

Tomas immediately nodded his head and so did Kuai Liang. They will be using Uno as their excuse for why they are coming around so often.

“I suggest we make it a weekly thing.“ Raiden knows you do this every week.

“I bet she will wear my hoodie next.” Kung Lao said with a goofy smile on his face.

“I see we are betting again. Fine, we’ll make this a weekly game night with some betting.” Kenshi was in for it.

“And then a show at the end.” Johnny was rubbing his hands like a malicious fly just thinking about it.

So it was settled. It’s like when men start digging holes at beaches it’s a mutual agreement no matter what. The brothers left peacefully while the champions got ready for bed.

And you had no idea that they had caught you red handed. And you won’t for a while.

I certainly won’t snitch for either side. You’ll know when you’ll know. But when you do, keep dancing. It’s the best thing to do in life.

After notes: I know you said one song but there were many options I could have used so I put them all in. Think of it as the music playing and changing as you continue to dance. They were also what I was listening to so don’t mind. I hope you can enjoy and yes I will try to take care of myself. I try my best to enjoy life and on days like this it can feel pretty easy. I hope you have a wonderful life. Adiós!

[berylcups]

La Squadra & you go to Costco

CW: suggestive content, condoms, pregnancy tests, nipples, alcohol,

Notes: Going to Costco is always a bizarre adventure. And I was thinking while shopping… it would be nice to have a strapping young man to help me out so I made this crack 😅 I’m not endorsing Costco in anyway- this is just my way of coping with the stress of buying bulk and dealing with the public! Well this was obviously a quick little post but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it! 💜 Beryl

Risotto

Really didn’t want to come, he hates being in public and having people stare at him 👀

Has made a few kids cry just by existing 😭 he won’t admit it but it does hurt his feelings 🥺

Buuuuuut it is nice for people to clear the isles out of pure intimidation 👀 just give them dirty looks in exchange for treating your man that way

Will pick up all the extra heavy and unwieldy stuff

He’s uncomfy in the frozen section… everyone is looking at his hard nips 🥶 yes he’s still wearing his typical “clothes”

Maybe buy him a couple of shirts from the clothing section???

He’s going to ask for energy drinks or coffee. The drinks and coffee section is his favorite section. 🖤 after dealing with the public he deserves all the caffeination

Formaggio

He’s gonna wanna Costco glizzy from the food court to see what all the fuss is about

He rates it a 6.5/10 not bad! But he says his “Italian sausage” is better 😘

FORMAGGIO DONT SAY THAT—WE ARE IN PUBLIC—THINK OF THE CHILDREN 😳

Of course his favorite section is the cheese section. Be sure to get an assortment of cheeses 🧀

He’s going to shrink everything he wants and pockets it -mostly the snack food and cookies

You find it very suspicious that he doesn’t ask for anything until you guys get home and he unshrinks EVERYTHING HE STOLE

All the frozen stuff melted though… he didn’t think that through- keeping miniaturized ice cream and frozen pizzas in a warm pants pocket 🫠

Illuso

Why does he have to go? Can’t you do it? 🙄

Drag him by the pigtails in the damn store to help you pick up all the bulk items!

He’s going to complain about the lack of diversity of brands…Kirkland??? Ew! Name brands only Y/N!

Please put him in his place 🙏

He shuts up when he sees the shampoo/toiletries section

You bet your ass he’s going to steal all of that.

Despite his brattiness, he’ll make sure everyone moves out of your way when you push the cart

“ excuse you- coming through! Out of our way please.”

Very kareny about it—you’re both going to get some dirty looks but it gets the job done!

Pesci

He’s more than happy to help you shop!

He has an eye for quality when you’re in the meat section

He can tell you how fresh that fish is and if you’re better off getting it frozen

Please honor his request and buy him some milk 🥺 hell buy him 2! He’s being so helpful!

He’s good at picking up all the heavy stuff.

He even insists on pushing the cart/buggy. What a sweetheart 😇

You need to give him that confidence boost to help him push his way through the isles. Everyone is in the way— show them you mean business and you aren’t a mammoni and are here to get your shopping done TODAY

Prosciutto

Sigh why am I coming with you? You know the dynamics: I give you the money—and then you go out and spend said money. I shouldn’t have to be involved in this!

His attitude changes once he gets to the alcohol section. 😅

He just wants to give you his card and let you fill up the cart till your heart's content

He’s going to lounge about in the furniture section and just chill out.

Your gonna have to play where’s Waldo with him because he’s will purposely age himself to hide from grocery shopping 😂

It only worked the first few times. You already have it burned in your memory what a geriatric Prosciutto looks like.

He’s always dozed off in one of the recliners there with a small group of concerned people surrounding him wondering if he’s still alive. ☠️

Now time to drag his old ass to the produce section and help you find some good looking fruits and vegetables!

Melone

You want me to go shopping with you??? Di molto! I’d love to! We will…have to use your mode of transportation of course.

He’s not strong but with the both of you, you can carry the extra heavy items from the cart to the car.

6 pack pregnancy tests?! DI MOLTO! Bulk condoms??? Di molto!!!

Somebody come get this man he’s scaring the customers with his excited yelling 😬

Keep him on a tight leash—he’s looking for surrogates when we’re supposed to be looking for the everything bagel seasoning 👀

No seriously- put him on one of those child leashes. He should NOT be unsupervised with the public.

If he’s being good let him pick out some ready made meals- ramen , Mac and cheese, frozen goodies like hot pockets etc.

Ghiaccio

Why the fuck do I gotta go to Costco with you? Nothings gonna fit in my goddamn trunk. Have you seen my car??? 🚘

The place is too big and overstimulating to him…but he calms down once he sees the electronics section. 😌

He’s going to compare the specs of each TV… he might even get a gaming console too. Don’t worry he’s paying for it 👍

Do you really need a 25 lb bag of rice? I get that its versatile and you eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sometimes even dessert—but that’s ridiculously a large ass bag. What if you get tired of it? You don’t ? Well…ok then.

Someone tell this guy about the miracle of chili peppers and air tight containers…😅 (pro tip: my Chinese teacher says airtight containers and a few dried chilli peppers keeps your rice fresh and critter-free!)

He questions why someone would need an excessive amount of certain products…but be patient with this baby and give him the million reasons why it’s perfectly acceptable to buy a 5 pound bag of shredded cheese.

He loves the spicy Korean ramen -he’ll make that fit in his trunk 😂

He also really likes the produce section but worries that the both of them aren’t going to consume the fruits/veg in time before they expire

[snek-eyes]

Do you think Crowley is mean to Muriel? My gf says he is a little mean but tbh I don't see it. He wants everyone gone so he can have alone time with Aziraphale, and Muriel is not a friend. They're sweet and all, but they were happy to spy on Crowley and Aziraphale and rat them out to Heaven, and they adore the Metatron quite obviously. Muriel isn't evil, just incredibly naive and as caught in the manipulative system just like Aziraphale is, in a way, but they work for that system and they seem to do it happily. They did help Crowley in Heaven, but that doesn't make them friends especially since as I said Muriel is clearly pro Metatron or too naive to be against him. If I were Crowley, I'd want them gone as fast as possible, too 😅 And they don't get the hint the first time with Crowley talking about "us time" so he just gets a little more direct, but that's about as direct as he can get with Aziraphale, too, and as he is with Maggie and Nina, and it's never mean or rude, yk? Just grumpy, in his lovable way. That's how I always read it. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it 😁

* fogot to add: it's nothing personal, Muriel's just doing their job and Crowley knows it, they even helped him (more or less willingly) but they're still working for Heaven.

Hey there, really interesting question! or I'd say two questions: A) Is Crowley mean to Muriel, and B) is that justified?

imo, Crowley & Muriel can basically be summed up by this moment:

"Yay, bully for you." *turns away to go back to cursing heaven*

Crowley, well... he is mean to Muriel. But it's in the way you are when you recognize it's not the person's fault you personally find them annoying, and you don't want to actually make them feel bad. He knows! He knows it's not their fault they're such a neon sign of everything he hates about heaven, that they're so brainwashed and ignorant, and cheerful about it.

But the fact is, Crowley manipulates the heck out of Muriel! And he's downright disrespectful about it, doesn't ever bother to give them a good story, he just says confident nonsense, knowing Muriel has no choice but to take his word for it. He takes advantage of their naivete and uses them for his own ends. That's not exactly nice!

^ tell me that's not condescending as hell lmao

But on the other hand... Yeah, Muriel is a spy for heaven! Not only that, but they've been sent here knowing absolutely nothing about earth. Their very presence is an insult! Crowley and Aziraphale have been here for 6000 years, and heaven still thinks that just the baseline of 'being an angel' makes someone good enough to outmaneuver them? Rude af. So, it's not all that out of line for Crowley to give heaven the same level of respect they showed his side.

But that still leaves Muriel stuck in the middle, getting used by both sides.

I think Crowley is intentionally only seeing Muriel as a tool—one of Heaven, but one that he can use to their advantage. He doesn't want to be sympathetic to them—they are a danger, and Crowley's also got his personal issues around how he seems to have only let himself get attached to one other being.

Yet, there's this moment where he seems to sympathize with them, despite himself:

and another one, when Saraqael shows up and it seems like he's gotten Muriel in trouble, he starts to jump in to defend them. That seems kind.

"shh, don't say anything without a lawyer present."

That final bookshop scene is what you seem to be focusing on though, so let's get there.

Crowley has been hyped up on manic energy all night, all week really, and finally all of this is almost but not quite over, he just wants so badly to finally be alone with Aziraphale and re-establish their status quo. He barely has the patience to even be fake-polite to Muriel (especially now they're being bubbly about the Metatron, who's already on Crowley's shit list and just you wait buddy), he wants them to go away. Maybe it also isn't any fun to manipulate them anymore now he's sympathized with them that little bit.

The pretense is paper thin, but Muriel doesn't get it until he drops it entirely:

This is the first time Muriel's fully cottoned on to the fact that Crowley isn't being Nice anymore. And it's possible Crowley feels bad about it, because when Muriel still tries to stay in the bookshop, he gets dramatic about it, but still reigns himself back in for his next attempt.

The really interesting moment comes when Muriel actually asks for something. Asks to take an earth thing with them, asks to learn. That finally gets Crowley's attention, it's the first time he looks away from the window (Aziraphale) for a reason that isn't telling Muriel to shoo. Long enough to not only look at them properly, but give them enough personal thought that he recommends them a book.

Listen, I love Crowley, but he's kind of an asshole! He's impatient and condescending and manipulative... and yet, when it comes down to it, he cares. All of that can be true.

[kairiscorner]

HELLOOOO I JUS STARTED READING YOUR WORKS AND i have been OBSESSED !!!!!

COULD I REQ a e1610!miles x fem!reader, where it’s a bit of a she fell first he fell harder sitch? reader and miles are pretty close friends and reader has been crushing on them for as long as she remembers 😅 miles DOES have feelings but he brushes them off as “just friends feelings”. they could have a bit of an argument cozzzzzz reader was getting mixed signals from miles 😢😢 but then once he does realize his actual feelings, he plans a little something to ask reader if he can court her? (filo!reader twist ? 🧐)

THANK YEW SM !! 🤞⭐️💘

HIII THANK YOU !! OMG WAIT I LOVE THIS?????? my second favorite trope after the "he fell first" one >:)) OK I HOPE THIS IS ANY GOOD !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

we're truly, utterly, pretty much just friends

summary: you have loved miles for the longest time, and guess what? he likes you a lot, too. he wasn't sure at first, though. he joked about it a lot, until you had enough, now he has to come clean and admit everything to you.

word count: 1,200

oh the pain of being in love with your best friend, it's excruciating. nothing is more suffocating than being in close proximity with the boy who has your whole heart wrapped around his finger with him being none the wiser. you two have known each other practically all your lives, and for most of it... you've spent it admiring him, finding all kinds of reasons to keep falling for and loving him in ways you never thought were possible. when high school came around, you wondered if it would be worth it to tell him your feelings; surely, you wouldn't be affected if he didn't like you... right?

oh, who were you kidding? it'd hurt like falling from the sky and landing in an active volcano's magma chamber. like hell you were ever admitting your feelings to him, you wanted to keep the status quo. why would anything that wasn't broken need fixing, right? you kept up the act of being his 'closest friend' that truly loved him, in all ways, but at a distance. you felt a suffocating catharsis with him, a contradiction that haunted you whenever you felt your heart flutter when you two were together, and you feared that so badly.

you wanted to stop feeling this weirdly about him, especially when he told you he thought of you practically as family. it made you feel like you were betraying him for falling for him. well little did you know... he's betrayed you too, then, in that sense. miles has always found you amazing, just overall wonderful company and the best friend he could ever ask for. you always take care of him when he doesn't feel okay, you always listen when he has to blow off some steam, and your touch against his... it feels electrifying, it feels like home.

he does get confused sometimes why he feels a little hot in the face when you look at him for a beat too long, or why he has the urge to want to wrap his arm around your shoulders, lay his head on one of them, too, maybe... wait, why is he thinking this? he hadn't really thought of you like that before, or has he? when he pictures doing things like that with his other friends, they feel alright, but not exactly the right kind of alright he feels with you. "i just... i just care about them a lot. yeah, they're just, they just mean that much to me." he'd tell himself when he overthinks it sometimes.

but sometimes, those feelings of his take over, and sometimes, he'll do things that make your heart beat a whole lot quicker. he'd sometimes compliment you unironically for no reason, even if you didn't change anything about yourself. he'd joke about what a pretty couple you two would look like, though he'd tell it was a joke, he meant nothing by it and he'd say sorry if it put you off. 'he should be sorry for giving me hope every time,' you'd think to yourself in frustration.

you weren't exactly angry about him showing you so much affection--you were angry because he gave you hope, every time, that he'd like you back--only to be greeted with a punch in the stomach as he brushed them off as 'jokes'. you had the last straw when miles made yet another 'joke' about him falling for you. "it's just... you're quite a catch, okay? you're pretty, smart, strong too. now, i'm not saying i do like you, it's just--" "can you stop?" you asked with a stern voice as miles immediately stopped talking when you cut him off mid-sentence. your eyebrows were furrowed together angrily as you looked at his concerned expression. "what did i do?" he asked you, genuinely unsure of what he did to warrant your anger. "that. it's that obliviousness of yours. don't you get it? you're... you're giving me..." you decided not to finish that thought, in fear that you would give yourself away.

you cussed under your breath as miles bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying sorry, because he knew you hated it when 'sorry' is all one can say while you were chewing them out. miles gently put a hand on your shoulder, and with a hung head and an absolutely anxious mind... he went out with it. "...i like you. so much." he admitted, placing emphasis on every syllable, hoping it sank in to you that he likes you the way you have always liked him.

he darts his eyes from your feet to his as he shuffles them a little out of anxiety, and he sighs as he looks up at your flustered face, trying to sound confident, sure of himself, but he was everything but that--and it showed. "i didn't think i'd... actually be in love when i thought about you like that, those... those thoughts i shared with you. you know, the... the 'me dating you' ones, the 'oh, you're so darn pretty, smart, strong, and everything' ones... the... 'i kinda wanna ask you out ones'... yeah... i just realized recently it meant... i like you." he said as his voice quieted and softened, as a small smile cracked on his face as he felt it growing hotter and hotter the longer he spoke.

"if you'll let me, and this is not a joke this time... if you'll let me, can i... can i court you?" he asked you in the softest voice he could muster, so scared of what you'd say. he poured his whole heart out to you, hoping you understood, hoping you'd say yes... "morales, i am going to hit you." you threatened him lightly as you tried to take your shoe off, feeling your own face get flustered as he chuckled. "i'll take it, just... i want to earn your love, i wanna do it right." he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "...is it bad you earned it long ago already?" you asked him, which caused his eyes to widen as he pulled back a little.

"wait, so you mean to tell me that--" before he could even finish, you planted a kiss on his lips. it was brief, it was abrupt, but all the love you pent up for him over the years was put into that very kiss. you still looked angry at him, and rightfully so, for causing you so much excitement that he'd like you back only to just recently realize it. "you'll buy me lunch today, morales." you said as you took his hand and began to trudge forward with him following, smiling all the while and getting super excited for what this meant for the both of you. "i'd buy you lunch every day, walk you home, cuddle up with you if you wanted... i'd make every day about you, that's what i mean when i say i wanna court you, mahal." he said as he interlocked his hand in your own, which made you super flustered, but you wanted to keep it under wraps--gotta make him pay for giving you so much hope from back then, of course.

a/n: MY BOYYYYYY

tags !! @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @solecitoszn @q2ie @zalayni

[apomaro-mellow]

3 though idk how much it will help but I love drama😅

oh my god you instigator LOL I also tacked on @goodolefashionedloverboi's request too

First part

He should've known that telling Eddie to shut the hell up would yield the opposite result. The phone calls were so constant, that Steve stopped picking up. When he saw him coming down the sidewalk, he walked the other way. Eddie had even started to try and send messages via the kids and wasn't that pathetic?

What was more pathetic was how hard it was for Steve to do all of this. He wanted more than anything to hear Eddie out, to find out that maybe his feelings were real all along. But there was no such chance.

There was a panicked moment when Eddie came to his work and he saw him talking to Robin outside. But Robin, steadfast and loyal and just as bitchy as him, told him to step off.

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around", Steve said he pushed a mail cart around.

Robin dug her hand in and handed it off to the white collars of Hawkins in the office building they worked at now. "I felt like a bouncer at a club."

Steve thought he was doing a good job on the break up mend. He hadn't spoken to Eddie in days, he hadn't rebounded on some poor soul, and he only cried late at night when he was all alone with his thoughts.

The moment he thought he was up though, was of course, when the universe brought him back down. He knew Dustin's house was a danger zone, what with the odds of Eddie being there. But Dustin had invoked a Code Red on the walkie and Steve came barreling down the road, nail bat at the ready.

Once again, Dustin pointed him in the direction of his cellar. Steve vividly remembered what Dustin had been keeping down here before. He went down the stairs, heard a familiar voice cry out "No! Wait!" before the door shut above him.

Steve held his bat defensively. He was down here with someone. He was about to swing when a lightbulb turned on and he was face to face with Eddie. Honestly, Eddie might've been safer from his bat if he was a stray demodog.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I don't know", Eddie held his hands up in surrender. "But if I had to guess...I think Henderson wants us to talk."

"Did you put him up to this?!"

"Eddie didn't put me up to anything!", Dustin shouted from above. "You two need to get your shit together. I'll be back in an hour. Don't have make up sex in my cellar."

Steve tried opening it up but they were sealed shut until Dustin, or perhaps Mrs. Henderson let them out.

"The nerve of that kid", Eddie huffed.

"Right? Where the hell does he get it from?"

"Not from me. Us Munsons are humble. He must've gotten it from your side of the family."

Steve smiled as a traitorous breath of laughter came from him and he clamped it down immediately. It wasn't fair. Eddie couldn't do this. He glared at him, ready to blame the whole situation on him even though he was probably tricked as well.

"Don't look at me like that", Eddie said, his voice soft.

"I'd rather not look at you at all." Steve turned his back on him, hoping he could ignore him until they were let out. He came face to face with the mended part of the wall that Dart had dug out years ago. Such and odd series of events that led him here, that led him to Eddie. Just for it to end like this.

"Steve-"

“I fucking hate you.”

“No you don’t. Take that back right now.”

"I won't."

"Then look me in the eye and tell me."

Steve turned and he wished he hadn't. All he saw in Eddie's eyes was heartbreak. He knew because it mirrored the look in his own eyes. But it couldn't be real. It just couldn't.

"You should be in the movies, you know that? Give Hollywood a run for its money."

"Steve just listen to me! I'm sorry for playing with your feelings. I really am! But I wasn't lying when I said I want to be with you. Steve I l-"

"Don't you fucking dare." Steve's grip on his bat tightened. "Don't say that if you don't mean it or I swear..."

"Steve..." Eddie took a breath and stepped closer to him, incredibly aware of the weapon in his hand. "I love you."

Steve dropped the bat and Eddie pulled him into his arms. Steve wanted to beg for so many things. For Eddie to always love him, to treat him gently, to make him believe that he wanted him forever. It all came out in the form of tears.

"If this is another joke-"

"The only joke here if that I had you and fucked it up like an idiot."

"You really want me?", Steve sniffled.

"Baby, baby, baby", Eddie cradled his face and wiped some of his tears away. “I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.” He wondered how many of his messages got through to Steve in the end. "Did you listen to any of my voicemails?"

Steve allowed a small smile through. "I think if I did, I would've caved in too fast. I'm obsessed with you too. I love you, Eddie. Too much probably."

"I'll be the judge of what's too much. And you, Steven Malcolm Harrington, are not too much."

Eddie kissed him and Steve felt whole again. Then Eddie kissed him again and Steve felt more than whole. In between the kisses, Steve started to laugh.

"I can't believe we're making out where Dustin kept his pet demodog."

Eddie jumped up into his arms. "His pet WHAT!?!"

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