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thepastdied · 8 months

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Do You Feel It p.2 (18+)

Word Count: 5.5k

MDNI. 18+.

Part One <- I’m not happy with how this came out (literally wrote it at 3am) so you can skip it if you want I guess. I added some things in p2 that aren’t in p1.

sadistic!crazy!virgin!eddie munson × reader

tw: cnc (kinda? you're basically playing cat and mouse)

Eddie hungrily crawled on top of you and crashed his lips into yours, groaning as he opened his mouth and huffed out a maniacal laugh. You could feel his breath at the back of your throat from how hard he was breathing, vibrating right down to your core.

"I told you you'd give in, didn't I? Look, you even spread your legs for me… I didn't even have to ask." He brushed his nose against your cheek and whispered into your ear.

Your chest tightened as he mouthed behind your ear, one of his hands clutching your waist tightly.

This is so fucked up. It's not like you were paralyzed in fear of what he may do to you. No, you were willingly letting him touch you because you wanted him to. You just felt ashamed.

"Eddie." You whispered.

He hummed as he continued to kiss at your neck.

"S-stop" You placed your hands on his chest and lightly pushed. He didn't budge, he was like a brick wall. To no avail, you strained your arms more and pushed harder.

Eddie released a loud, exasperated sigh and sat back on his heels.

"I'm done with your teasing, y/n." He scowled down at you, slapping his hands to his thighs as he stood up.

"Get up." He motioned his hand.

Your pussy throbbed at the view from this angle- Oh God. His shoes were just barely touching your arm as he stood over you with those long legs, messy hair like a halo and eyes darkly blown out in lust as he looked at you over his cheekbones.

You shook your head, still needing more convincing- enough that it wouldn't make you a sick person for letting the guy that broke into your house fuck you.

"No? Did you just-" His teeth clenched as he screwed his eyes shut and huffed, hand fisting up in anger in front of his face.

"You." He irritatingly jabbed his finger down at you and then toward the ceiling. "Up. Now."

You bit the skin on the inside of your lip and took a shuddering breath, slick pooling in your panties. Keep going, please.

You sat up and slid yourself into a seated position, back against the railing as you clasped your hands on your lap, flashing your innocent eyes up at him. You were skeptical about giving in too quickly- it would be too easy for him, and he did not deserve that one bit.

Eddie growled and placed his hands on his hips.

"Gonna need you to try harder, Eds.." You mumbled, voice mocking yet still timid.

His tongue ran along his bottom teeth as he bent down, hands on his knees as he looked at you condescendingly.

"If you don't get the fuck up, I'll have to get a bit more rough." His face was stoic and tone thickly sweet in an eerie way, it made you gulp nervously as your confidence wore thin and his eyes bore into yours.

You must have been in your head too long before you were yanked to your feet with a yelp, his arms wrapping around your waist as he threw you over his shoulder and roughly smacked your ass before walking toward your room.

"Y'know, I was really trying to be nice, I was. But you just had to test me, didn't you?" He tsked.

You hit your hands against his back, squirming around for him to release you as you began to slip out of his grip.

"You fucking-" He caught you just before you were able to hit the floor, letting you kick away from him and sit against the wall that was directly in front of your bedroom door.

"B-be nice, Eddie.." You mumbled, voice higher in pitch and pleading.

His eyebrows twitched as he looked you over. He didn't want to be nice. But you were just too cute, and he was just too sick to keep his emotions in one place.

You slowly spread your legs when you saw his face soften and fists release, hips moving up as you flashed him your clothed pussy that was wet with your arousal.

His eyes bulged out of his skull as he crouched down in front of you, slowly crawling toward your open legs. He was practically drooling at the sight, looking at you pleadingly when you placed a foot on his shoulder to stop him from moving closer.

You trailed a shaky hand over your breasts and down to your lower belly, fingers playing with the hem of your panties. You painfully throbbed as you watched him get pussy drunk over just staring at you, his eyes glazed over in lust. You wanted him so bad it actually hurt, really ached.

He whined when your breath hitched as you pulled at your panties to feel some pressure. You closed your eyes, fantasizing about his hands on you- teasing yourself just a little more.

"Mmm.. I love your hands, Eddie." You breathed, rolling your hips up into your hand and dipping one finger into the side of your panties.

Eddie moaned and shifted, but you kept your eyes shut in fear of losing your confidence. The noise made you buck your hips again, and your eyes snapped open when you felt his jeans rub against your calves.

You gulped, his eyes were wild and almost unrecognizable as his fingers lightly brushed up the inside of your thighs.

"Wait.." You whispered.

"No more waiting, princess." He huffed a laugh before grabbing your waist and pushing you to lay on your back, fervently unbuckling his belt.

"E-eddie, not ye-" You anxiously sat up on your elbows and eyed his hard on through his boxers.

Eddie's eyes angrily snapped up to yours, nostrils flaring as he shoved you back again and placed his body over yours, gripping under your chin hard.

"Shut. the. fuck. up." He hissed in your face through gritted teeth, each word sharp and progressively louder.

You whimpered and tried to turn your head away. That's what you were supposed to do, right?

Fuck no. Please, keep going.

"But, you said you wouldn't force-" You started, hips bucking up into his when he gripped your jaw harder and forced you to look at him.

"I'm not forcing you, am I?" He ground his hips down and you moaned in unison.

"Just accept it, sweetheart. You want me inside you, don't you? C'mon, be a good girl for me.." His nose brushed against yours before he gave you a feather light peck to the corner of your mouth, smirking when he noticed your breath hitched.

"C-can we at least go into my bedroom?" You pleaded, wincing as his fingers continued to dig into your jaw.

He thought for a moment and sighed.

"You're really dragging it on, huh? Fine." He stood and stretched, cracking his back.

This was probably the only opportunity you'll have to get out of a situation you'd regret. You could run, forget how he is putting you in a choke hold for his dick, or do the moral thing of at least trying to escape.

Your heart pounded in your ears and you didn't even realize that your legs began to pathetically stumble toward the stairs. You don't *want* to leave. But you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you decided to stay.

Eddie cackled, head falling back as his shoulders shook, hair swaying as he shook his head.

"Welp, that does it." He walked up behind you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you down the hallway and ignoring your annoying yelping.

"You know.. I thought I was a little nuts. But you.. fuck, hun, you can't even make up your mind." He pushed you onto the floor beside your bed and kicked your bedroom door shut so hard that it knocked down a few pictures.

You were reaching your limit of no return and couldn't take this anymore. Fuck morality.

His hand snaked to the back of your head into your hair, pulling it back so your neck craned to look up at him.

"You love my hands?" He grinned at you as he used his other hand to pry your mouth open, sticking his fingers inside and pushing as deep as he could go. He ignored your gagging as he feigned deep thought and pursed his lips.

"Hmm…. Oh, yeah. It'll definitely fit." He nodded, sure of himself, and started to push his fingers in and out of your mouth. "I'll make it fit."

Your eyes watered as you watched him, moaning as you sucked his fingers and pushing your body up to chase his hand when he started to pull away.

"What, you want it now? Fucking slut." He pulled your head back and cringed at you.

"Eddie.." You licked your lips and stared at his own, your eyes blown wide. You let your hands claw at his jeans, trying to bring him closer when he held you back.

His grip loosened and he swallowed, eyes searching yours.

"Really..? No more bullshit?" He whispered back, stepping forward when your fingers hooked onto his belt.

You nodded and inched higher on your knees, lightly kissing his pelvis as you lifted the hem of his shirt up. He remained frozen and let out a shuddering breath when you nibbled on his skin. You slowly got to your feet and kissed him hard, getting drunk off his spit when he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You felt the most overwhelming sensation shoot throughout your body, feeling almost animalistic just by knowing you're both going to get what you want. No more resisting. God, this felt just so right...

You had to pry your mouth from his, moving down to his jaw and neck, biting onto the soft skin there and harshly sucking hickeys down to the neckline of his shirt.

"Holy fuck.." He panted, hand sliding from your hair to your lower back.

You slid down to your knees again, pulling the front of his boxers down without warning and giggling when Eddie almost lost his balance in surprise.

You tried not to show too much of a reaction, but his dick was pretty and just made for you.

He mumbled something when your lips brushed the base of his cock, your breath fanning across his sensitive skin.

"You'll make it fit, right?" You asked, opening your mouth and rubbing the underside of his tip across your bottom lip.

"Y-yeah…" Eddie choked out, eyes roaming your body in search of where he wanted to start. He began to break out in a cold sweat, suddenly feeling not in charge anymore. He couldn't let that happen. He grabbed your hair again, more roughly than before, and pulled it back. He quirked up an eyebrow as he looked down at you and grabbed his dick with his other hand. You winced and gulped as Eddies fist tightened in your hair.

"Stick your tongue out." He said sternly, his voice flat and deep.

You felt a chill go down your spine at his sudden change in attitude, hesitating before slowly sticking your tongue out.

Eddie nodded and lightly slapped his dick against it, rubbing back and forth as he hummed. He slapped it again, harder this time, causing you to flinch. He smirked before pushing your head forward and putting just the tip between your lips. His head fell back as he groaned.

"Fuck."

He took a breath through his teeth and pushed it deeper past your lips, his mouth slightly parted in awe as he licked his bottom lip. You moan and lean forward to take him deeper, to which he yanked your head off of him and leaned down a little closer to you.

"I didn't ask you to do that." He seethed at you as he watched your thighs clench, feeling your nails dig into his denim covered thighs. He huffed out a laugh.

"Fucking slut." He shook his head, as if disappointed in you, before rubbing his tip against your lips again.

You blinked up at him and waited for him to continue. He wordlessly nudged his chin forward, a sign to open your mouth again. And once you did, he let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Goddamn, you're a good girl.." He nodded to himself before pulling your head forward and shoving his dick into your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as you gagged and clawed at his thighs and tried to push away, but he aggressively pulled your head back and forth before pulling you away until only half of it was inside. He jerked your head back and forth, laughing in pleasure when you began to move your tongue around before he shoved it deeper again. Your gagging was like music to his ears. He fucked your mouth for a moment before yanking your head back.

"Fuck, I almost just came…" Eddie breathed as he looked at the cieling and squeezed his eyes shut.

He pulled his boxers up slightly, his dick still hard as a rock and sticking out of his waistband. You were roughly pulled up from your knees before he shoved you onto your bed by your hair. His eyes made your skin crawl, and it almost made you scared. Almost… no, not almost. You were scared.

"E-eddie..?"

He put his hand up to silence you as he walked toward your dresser and rummaged around, pulling random clothes out as he searched for something and tossing them carelessly onto your floor. His eyes lit up when he found your panty drawer.

"Oh, shit. Gotcha…" He looked around and inspected a few pairs before putting one in his back pocket. He suddenly paused his movements and slowly looked over to you where you lay on your back, propped up on your elbows. His eyes trailed to your thighs, feeling guilty once he remembered the cut there, before shaking it off and looking in between them where he could just barely see your underwear under your oversized shirt. Eddie dipped his head down and shamelessly looked closer, scoffing when you pulled down the shirt.

"Move your hand." He pointed at your hand with a ringed finger and stepped up to the edge of the bed.

"I said… Move. Your. Hand." He eyed you, waiting.

You felt so small under his gaze, every ounce of confidence you have ever had completely gone. Fuck.

He angrily grabbed your ankles and pulled you down the bed, ignoring your yelp as he grabbed onto your panties and ripped them down your legs. Your eyes were wide as you pulled your shirt down again. He didn't care and instead inspected your panties and chuckled.

"Holy shit, you're soaked." He looked down at you condescendingly before licking the wet spot on your panties and moaning, his eyes locked onto yours. Your mouth hung open and your eyes glazed over in embarrassment.

Eddie pulled his boxers down slightly before rubbing his shaft against your panties. His eyes stayed on himself as he spoke, focused on your panties.

"I'm gonna soak these panties in my cum, and then you're gonna choke on them while I fuck you senseless. Okay?" He started to pump his dick, hissing as his precum dripped onto the wet patch of your panties.

You stared at his hand as it gripped his dick tighter and moved faster.

"Hello? Are you gonna answer me?"

You looked up and he was now looking at you. You cringe in embarrassment as he smirks, only giving him a nod. He nodded back before letting his eyes roam your body.

"Two fingers." He looked down to where your hand was covering between your legs.

You reluctantly dipped your fingers down, coating them in your juices before slipping two fingers inside.

"Jesus, you're almost dripping." He laughed and shook his head as he pumped faster, his breathing getting faster. He looked down again, taking his lips into his mouth as he took deep breaths through his nose.

He leaned forward and pushed your hand away from your pussy, replacing it with his own and scooping up your juices. You gasped and let out a moan at the sudden feeling, his rings almost ice cold against your sensitives skin. He removed his hand, rubbing your juices onto his cock as he continued to pump himself. His hair hung around his face as he groaned loudly.

"F-fucking hell, sweetheart…" His dick throbbed as cum poured out, soaking your panties. You watched as he shivered and mumbled filthy things to himself. Something along the lines of "Good girl… gonna fill you up… gonna split you open…"

He heaved as he tossed your panties onto the bed.

"Give me 5 minutes, and I'll be rock hard again." He said, his breath still heavy as he grabbed your waist and pulled you to the every edge of the bed, quickly getting down to his knees and licking a stripe from your knee, to your thigh where he kissed around your wound, and without hesitation wrapping his lips over your pussy.

"Oh- oh my god!" You jerked forward, sitting up slightly as you looked down at him. Your breath shook as you choked out moans, your neck going slack as you hung your head back and bite onto your lip.

Your mind was goo- it was unbelievable, you refused to believe he'd never done this before. There's no way. There is no-

You hold your breath when you feel his fingers start to rub at your hole, slowly pumping his fingers in and out inch by inch.

"Gonna open you up for me." He mumbled against you, the vibrations making you moan again.

Your hands make their way to his hair as you pull him closer, slightly tightening your thighs around his head. He chucked and moaned, his free hand painfully gripping onto your hip.

He added another finger, causing you to wince before looking at him and blushing when he looked back up at you, slowly continuing his movements as he kept going for a few more moments until you moaned again pleasure. Alright, I think she's ready. He pumped his fingers faster, mouthing more at your pussy and going even faster when he felt your legs shake.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck fuck… Oh god." You panted as you flopped back onto the bed, your hands leaving his hair and grabbing at the sheets as your back arched.

It was like your brain short circuited, and every cell in your body turned into a warm static. He pulled away after a moment, his fingers very slowly pulling out of you. He gave you a minute to recuperate, grinning with pride as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He waited for your breathing to slow before standing and grabbing the panties he came on earlier. Your eyes flickered over to it.

"Yeah, I didn't forget." He snickered at you before grabbing onto your waist and flipping you over, wrapping his hand around your neck to pull your head back, and shoving them into your mouth. Your tongue was instantly coated with his cum and you shivered, feeling between your legs get hot and even more wet.

"Oh? I don't think I pushed them deep enough." Eddie reached over you again, stuffing his fingers into your mouth and shoving the panties a little deeper, just enough that your mouth was full.

"Much better." Eddie smiled sweetly before smacking your ass hard, laughing when you let out a muffled yelp.

"Ass up. Come on." He tapped your hip impatiently, watching as you clumsily moved your knees up and arch your back.

You heard him release a breath as he gently smoothed his hands all over you. From your thighs to your ass, lower back, shoulders, and all the way down again.

"You know, I've jerked off so many times to the thought of this. Like, I want to fuck you until you cry for me to stop." His voice was low, as if he were saying it more to himself than you.

"I can't promise it won't hurt, but…" He trailed off. "No backing out, okay? I fucked your throat- you came in my mouth and I drank that shit up." Eddie smacked your ass hard again and you groan in pain at the harshness of it.

"You're mine now. How's that sound?" He leaned over you, and you could feel the metal of his unbuckled belt pressing against your ass- the zipper of his leather jacket cold and scraping against your lower back, and his hair ticking the side of your face. He was waiting for an answer, so you simply nod and muster out a muffled "Mhm".

"Good… but just know…" His breath was so hot against your ear as he whispered that it made you whine, feeling even more excited as you attempted to discreetly push your ass back into him.

"You're gonna have to tolerate the pain, alright? It'll be quick, sweetheart. Then it'll feel so… so goddamn good." You could feel his lips curling into a smirk as he spoke.

You held your breath, feeling confused and anxious and scared, but nonetheless turned the fuck on. You meekly nod again, blinking a few times as your eyes slightly watered. You felt so many emotions, you couldn't even describe it.

He hummed before kissing your cheek, moving his hips against your ass and pushing you more firmly into the mattress. He moaned quietly and kissed your shoulder, lightly biting down before licking over the spot and then biting down again. You wince, and instantly regret it when he bites harder. His hands hold tightly onto your arms that are on either side of your head, and you start to squirm underneath him. You let out noises of discomfort and start to struggle more, about to scream when he suddenly lets go. You heave through your nose, your coughs muffled.

"That'll bruise quickly." Eddie ran his finger along his teeth marks, rolling his eyes when you jerked your shoulder.

Moving to stand behind you again, he guided your hips back, moving his own against you. He hissed when your pussy lips slid against the underside of his dick, instantly soaking it in your wetness.

"God fucking damn…" He breathed out, tilting his head to the side to look at how soaked you were, smoothing one hand over your ass before moving it toward your pussy and rubbing his thumb between your folds. He shakes his head in disbelief. "Soaked, absolutely soaked… Dripping. You're dripping, baby."

You close your eyes and move your hips further, chasing the feeling of his thumb running through your folds and dipping in and out of you teasingly. You swallow the saliva that was building in your throat, moaning when all you could taste was his cum. The panties were so soaked with a mixture of your spit and his cum that it started to dribble down your chin. Your eyes snapped open at Eddie's sudden outburst.

"FUCK… j-just… FUCK." He yelled, gritting his teeth as he removed his hand from your pussy and aggressively grabbed onto your hips.

He slapped his dick against your pussy a few times, moving it back and forth fast to coat it more with your juices, before pushing inside you. "Un-fucking-believable.. Just... look at you all open just for me... I just wanna..." He moaned, head falling forward as he shivered, his breath shaky as he mumbled to himself. You were pinching your eyes shut tightly, whimpering as you fisted the bedsheets in discomfort. You jerked at a sudden sharp pain, moving forward.

"No- NO." Eddie held your hips still with one hand, using the other to push your head into the mattress before moving his hips against you, moaning as his cock slid in and out of your sopping pussy.

"Shh… shh, it'll feel good soon.." He whispered, moving his hips back to pull out until only the tip was in, before pulling your ass back toward him, and repeating again.

You didn't know you were crying until you involuntarily sniffled. It did hurt, of course. But you felt untouched from the lack of affection and just... You didn't feel any affection coming out of him. But, fuck… it was starting to feel good.

Eddie breathed through his teeth again, letting out a long airy "Ahh" as he pulled you back rougher, his own hips snapping against yours. He paused before doing it again, grinning when you grunted, and then moaned in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that?" He licked his teeth before putting his weight on you down and fucking you into the mattress.

He was relentless with it, completely animalistic over how good your tight pussy felt wrapped around his dick.

"So…tight…" He panted in between thrusts, groaning obnoxiously loud as he pounded into you. The bed squeaked loudly as it scraped against the floor, the headboard hitting the wall and already starting to scratch at the paint.

His breath huffed against the side of your face, his curls sweaty and sticking to his face and now to yours as he leaned more into you.

"Mine… all mine… you're filthy now, no one will want you after this… I'm ruining you… you're… you're a dirty whore… my whore…Making me fucking crazy" He babbled, his eyes closed as he reveled in the feeling, in a complete state of euphoria as he fucked roughly into your gushing hole.

Your grunts turned into moans, high pitched and whiny, pornographic, dirty. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you, not even halting his rough thrusts. He laughed, grinning like the sick fuck he was.

"Yeah? Man, you're somethin' else…" He observed how your body jerked with each thrust, your hair moving, and how your body dipped into the mattress each time.

The dried tear stains made you look even better, and that drool running down your chin was enough to make him cum on the spot. His eyes were dazed as he looked at you, his eyes stayed on yours as he set his jaw tight and wrapped his fingers in your hair, pulling your head more to the side before taking the soaked panties out of your mouth as he rammed into you. "Did you like drinking my cum?" He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, your head dipping back as he held onto your throat and kissed you sloppily. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his own vibrate as a groan bubbled in his throat. Warmth bloomed across your chest. This is what you wanted. Eddie kissed you with hunger, passion, and a possessiveness that you now know of. He pulled away from your lips, his thrusts slowing before he let go of you, causing you to fall forward onto the mattress with an oomph. You moved onto your side and looked up at him, your eyes pleading. He motioned his finger around, signaling for you to lay on your back, to which you did.

"... Not that I care, but… you good?" He flickered his eyes down to your pussy.

You bit onto your lip, not sure how to respond, but honestly, you didn't know. Were you?

He leaned over you, one hand resting on your pelvis gently before bending down and placing a few gentle kisses there. Your eyes watered, feeling fuzzy and lovesick. And that was a problem.

He glanced up at you before standing up again, licking his bottom lip as he rubbed his tip against your pussy.

"Gonna fill you up with my cum now.." He murmured quietly, you barely heard it.

He sunk into you and you watched his face carefully as his eyes screwed shut, your eyes widening at how good he looked. You can only imagine how he looked when he was railing you from behind moments ago.

"So good, sweetheart…" He opened his eyes lazily, moving in and out of you at a steady pace, smoothing his hands over your stomach and to your chest where he grabbed at your tits. Eddie's eyes looked empty as he stared at your body, your face, your being. It's like he was in his own little world, worshiping your body like you were a Goddess.

"Uh-huh… that's… Mmm.. my girl… she's all spread out for me… knew you would come to realize that you're mine, huh?... Knew you would accept it…" He whispered in a hushed tone again, his head drooping forward as he watched his dick pump in and out of you, his cock glistening with your slick.

You watched in awe, trying to commit this view to memory. His fucked out face, the pure bliss that was etched all over it, his messy hair that was all frizzy from sweating and sure to have some of your cum in it, his face and neck glistening with sweat and his t-shirt clinging to his body. Your eyes moved to his as he whispered again, toward you this time.

"Right…?" His voice was shaky, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he stared into your eyes with an intensity that made your legs clench on either side of him, your hands grabbing at the waistband of his jeans to pull him closer.

"Your girl…" You reply just as quietly.

He nodded clumsily, his breath hitching as he started to do hard but slow thrusts.

"A-again…" He pleaded, his arms shaking when he leaned over you and held himself up. His eyes screwed shut when he felt your pussy clench around him. He was rubbing against you in just the right way, rubbing right against your clit and his cock deliciously sliding in and out of you. You moved your hands to his hair, pulling his lips to yours as you moaned, your hips grinding up into his desperately as you felt yourself getting closer to cumming again. Eddie began to fuck faster into you now, going as fast as he did before. Though, this time there was more emotion. He licked into your mouth and groaned, the sound husky and deep in his throat only making you approach your climax faster and cum harder. He tore his lips away from yours again, moving a hand to your throat, his eyes wild.

"Mmm.. You're my filthy whore. Say it." He growled at you, his nostrils flaring as he groaned and continued to fuck into you while looking at you expectantly.

You look into his eyes, gasping for breath once before you spoke.

"I'm…" You swallowed. "I'm your filthy whore." You managed to croak out.

He licked the inside of his cheek and chuckled as he nodded. "Yeah, I thought so." He set his jaw as he shut his eyes again, moving his hand from your throat to your cheek and running his thumb over your lips.

"Mmm… fuck, those lips felt so good against my cock… can't…" He stared at your lips as he swallowed, his lips parting as he quietly moaned. "can't wait for… to do it next time… gonna cum in your throat…" He nodded to himself as he choked out a moan and rolled his eyes back before screwing them shut.

"Shit- fuck, fuck fuck…Mmm.." He shook his head quickly, trying not to cum just yet. He wanted to hold it just a little longer, just a little.

He gasped loudly when you took his thumb into your mouth.

"Oh- oh god.." Eddie whimpered and babbled as you twirled your tongue around his thumb.

"It's s-so warm… Jesus H Christ, g-gonna make my cum pour out of you for days… gonna make you stay with me forever… gonna keep cumming in you over and over and over and-" He moaned loudly, voice cracking. "a-and over and over and you're always gonna have a part of me in you… Ahhh, fuck… gonna be full of my cum everywhere, all the time…. all the time…"

His jaw went slack as he fucked into you roughly for a few moments before exploding, pumping his warm cum into you with hard thrusts. You could hear the squelching sound with every thrust.

Eddie stayed hunched over you for a moment before shrugging off his jacket and shirt. He rolled it up into a ball before placing it over your pussy.

"Keep that there…" He said, voice tired as he panted to catch his breath. "Don't want all the cum to spill out." He slumped onto the bed, laying right beside you on his back.

You glanced over at him and let out a sigh of relief when he was already staring back. He moved closer to you, placing a kiss on your cheek and then your lips.

"I meant it." He said as he looked into your eyes, still a tinge of that possessiveness in his own.

You nodded, understanding what he meant, before leaning forward to kiss him again as you craved more affection. He moved his head back slightly, tutting.

"Wait, sweetheart. Say it." He looked at you with seriousness.

You licked your lips before speaking, keeping your eyes on his lips. "I'm your… dirty whore."

"Yeah? You are?" He grinned from ear to ear, noticing how you kept staring at his lips desperately. "And what else? Are you my sweetheart, too?"

You nodded before blinking at him pleadingly.

"Alright, alright…" He inched his face closer to yours, kissing you passionately for several seconds before pulling away.

"Gotta get you cleaned up. I think you're full enough that it won't come out for a couple days." He smirked at you, trailing his fingers over your pelvis. "I'll run the shower for you, 'kay?" He gives you a peck before rolling off the bed and standing in your doorway.

"By the way…" He lifts a finger. "You're sick in the head." He grins mischievously at you before disappearing down the hallway.

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tmntxthings · 7 months

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Hey, I hope this request motivates you a bit! I was wondering if you could do little scenarios with the Rise boys reacting to accidentally hitting their S/O while they stretched?

You know that thing that happens when you're standing too close to someone and they move or do something and end up hitting you in the face, it happened to me at college sobs 😭

Have a lovely day! <3

一∑ Accidents Happen・゜・。

author’s note: sksksks sure sure, I wanna say this has happened to me too but I can’t recall a specific scenario which makes me think it has happened just I’ve obliterated it from my memory out of embarrassment?!?

note 2.0: so I did Raph’s first, forever ago and a bit of Leo’s then just now I did Donnie’s and Mikey’s, everyone’s is a bit different and it’s like 3am idk how to feel! BUT WE POST ANYWAYS

warnings: cursing, injuries caused by accident, attempts at humor, crack, fluff, unedited

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Raph was super excited to help you learn self-defense! It was a great skill to have. Just in case ya know! Plus it would make you feel more confident too.

“First things first! We gotta loosen up, I usually start with arm stretches.” Raph said with a toothy grin. He couldn’t stop smiling. He loved being able to hang out with you, but you had asked him personally to train you for self defense. Not any of his brothers! He was honored and didn’t want to mess up!

Raph then grabbed his left elbow and started to pull it, making the muscles there taunt. You immediately started to copy him. Asking if your form was right which had Raph moving closer and correcting you just slightly. “Just like that! Now other side!” And when Raph went through with the motion of doing his other arm, it was too late.

The smack resounded throughout the weight room and if things couldn’t be anymore horrible, because of his stature, he had quite literally smacked your face.

Stunned you held your cheek. It stung. And Raph was a ball of tears instantly. “Oh— Y/n!!!! Are you okay??? I’m so sorry!!! I didn’t mean to, I should’ve backed up!! I got too close and— Raph’s so so sorry.” He was on his knees in front of you. Telling you to smack his face in return. And you just laughed, saying that it was okay.

“Once I learn these self defense moves you won’t be able to land a hit like that again!” You joked.

Raph could only whimper. He felt horrible. He was a horrible teacher! And it took some convincing from you to get the ball rolling again. He sniffled here and there because he just couldn’t get it out of his mind. He was hard on himself for sure. Even though it was an accident he wouldn’t forgive himself!!

Leo was prone to doing weird shit randomly. Like striking a pose anywhere, anytime he saw fit. So while sure I could totally come up with a prompt for stretching like I did with Raph…but in my head…more realistically… it would be because Leo was up to his regular shenanigans again!

He had texted you not that long ago that he was planning on portal-ing over! It was a common occurrence, it made for traveling back and forth to the lair fast. If only the side effects wouldn’t hit you like that one ride at the fair, the Spaceship 9000?? The one that spins, and spins, and spins so fast that the piece of metal your buckled into moves up and down??? Right?? I’ve only went on it once so this is like a very bad descriptor but hopefully someone knows what the heck I’m talking about.

Going through a Leo portal was like that. The feeling of getting spun around so much that your stomach didn’t feel like it was in your body anymore. More like it was splattered all over the ground. Or three miles back in the direction from which you came. You wondered absentmindedly if all portals were like that. Or if that was just because of Leo?

Anyhow, it had been a while since he had sent you that message. You were used to him coming instantly after sending the message. Really not even giving you enough time to read the damn text! You sighed and got up from your bed and headed to the living room where he would be portal-ing in. But instead of going to the couch, you wanted to try and guess where the fool would land. Maybe closer to the actual door, as if he had used it to begin with?

It was while you were thinking, that a blue portal opened above head not but mere inches to the left of you. There had been no whirring or whizzing noises. No “Geronimo!!” Or “Heads up!” call outs. It was ninja silent stealth mode at which Leo came in. Eyes closed, and once he was through, only then did he holler, “And he sticks the landi—“

A loud thwack could be heard as one of his hands collided into you as he did a ridiculous windmill motion with his arms to steady himself. And it hurt like hell where he had slapped your arm. “Shiiiiiiiiiiiittttt!” The force had knocked you a little ways away too! As you held your arm where it stung and closed your eyes to not start crying, and then your mouth to not start yelling.

“Y/n???” Leo opened his eyes and shook the hand that had hit your arm. “My bad! You’re usually in your room when I come, and I just— I don’t know!” He rambled, a nervous smile on his face as he watched you close up.

Silence. Breathing. That was all that could be heard. Leo started feeling really guilty. He hadn’t been holding back his strength because he was an idiot and didn’t know you were there. “I’m really sorry..” he murmured. Not coming in close because he didn’t want to anger you further.

“It’s..cool!” You shook your arm, eyes opening and god damn it they were watery. “Oh no it’s not. Let me get you some ice. Fuck. I’m really really sorry.” Leo springs into action at the sight of your unshed tears. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” You tried to console him but didn’t deny the need for ice. Relief was felt when the ice pack met your skin. “Still wanna come over?” He asked timidly, wondering if he had ruined today in general too. “Duh, I’m going to be fine Leo! How about we stop for ice cream, on you and then it’s all even mkay?”

Because you knew if you didn’t say this then he would just continue to hold onto the guilt despite all your words and reassurances. “One waffle cone coming up!!” Leo cheered, his dramatics back on as he twirled a sword to make another flashy portal, you could only hope you would survive the journey.

Donnie has a stick. “Technically Y/n, it’s a bo. Bo staff. Not a stick.” Your eyes narrowed in on his weapon of choice. “Looks like a metal stick to me.” You told him plainly. He huffed. He knew that his weapon wasn’t always the one to wow people away. It wasn’t flashy like some people *cough* *cough* leo *cough*. “Okay I lied, it’s not just a bo, it’s a tech bo!” Donnie emphasized, spinning the said weapon around between his fingers before making it land on the ground vertically. Before you could question further he clicked a very inconspicuous spot on the bo, which was basically a finger-print reader that took half a millisecond to expand out and show off a variety of other weapons attached to his bo.

A saw, a drill, and the list could go on but those were the main two you recognized before it contracted back into stick form as you liked to call it. “Nice,” you nodded, giving Donnie his props where they were due, because it was pretty cool. It was like a multi-tool. You said that aloud too.

“Yeah but way better cause I made it.” Donnie amended because he couldn’t allow himself to be compared to such everyday items. He was better. Much better.

You opened your palm out, “can I try?” Insinuating you wanted a go at holding his stick. Well, his tech bo. But he made you spell it out for him. “Try what exactly?” He asked, right eyebrow raising. “Holding the stick” “It’s not a stick.” “Okay okay, can I try to hold the tech stick?” “Maybe, if you say it properly and also realize that you are most definitely going to hurt yourself with my tech bo.”

You made a face at that. “I most certainly am not!” You retorted and made a grab for the tEcH bO. It was out of your reach before you could even get close. And this game of keep away continued until you, asked with a “pretty please can I hold your almighty tech bo!?” Donnie was satisfied, clearly, with a smug look on his face as he allowed you to snatch it away from his hold. Finally.

You turned it around in your hands. Making slow circles. Donnie immediately trying to coach you on a better method, “Your feet aren’t in the right position~!” He chirped happily, as if correcting you was an absolute pleasure. He continued to badger you, despite your genuine efforts to improve. And at one point it all became too much, like he was being haughty. Holding it over your head that you weren’t catching on quickly.

“I get it Donnie! I suck!” You yelled and brought the metal bo down sharply. Right on your toes. You did have socks on. But the thin material did nothing to prevent the instant pain that had you crumpling down, bo falling out of your hand to instead cradle your injured foot.

It was embarrassing. The loud clatter of the bo hitting the ground, the rush of Donnie coming in close, kneeling to try and analyze the damage. You were so angry and so embarrassed that despite the pain, you pushed him away. Sniffling and whimpering, “Leave me alone!” You cried. And yep you were crying. Rocking back and forth now on your butt in an attempt to somehow ease the pain that was flowing from your toes, through your foot, all the way up to your ankle. Had you broken something?!?

Of course you hadn’t pushed him far, nor hard enough to knock him down. But he felt horrible. He felt like he was the reason this had all happened in the first place. Egging you on and messing with your head, truly being a bit of a jerk. “Just let me look please? It may be broken Y/n, it’s..high grade titanium…” he muttered the last bit because he was in no way trying to show that off in this moment. And the look in your eyes when you finally met his concerned stare was heartbreaking. He saw how red and puffy they were from the agitated tears, your cheeks ruddy as well. “Please?” He tried again. Coming in close hands up and out as a show of meaning no harm.

Slowly, your hand came away from your own toes, and Donnie peeled off your sock and assessed the injury. Light touches here and there and profusely apologized when you hissed in pain. “It’s not broken! Just bruised, pretty badly, I’ll go get some ice and then some wraps, just stay right there, don’t move!” And he was off moving swiftly as went in search for the items he required.

He gave you the ice, letting you decide how much pressure to put on the wound, and he stayed silent as he got out a few different wraps. As your tears dried and the sniffling ceased, you noticed how serious Donnie looked. When he came back down to kneel by your foot, he decided to checkup the entire area. “What about this, does this hurt?” He asked pressing lightly on a different part on the top of your foot. “Not really, it’s all getting kind of numb now,” the ice was doing its magic. He nodded, chewing on his lower lip. “I think I should wrap it now,” he said but made no move to start until you gave him the go ahead.

He was very careful. Taking all the time in the world to make sure the wrapping was perfect. When he finished he sighed, and looked up at you sincerely, “I’m sorry for being such an ass… you were doing really well but I just kept..” he sighed again shaking his head as it dropped. Looking back down at your wrapped foot. “Dee.. we like to get in each other’s nerves, you just did a really great job this time around,” you admitted with a slight laugh. But he only smiled weakly, still feeling so guilty. You huffed and shoved at his shoulder lightly, “hey, honestly I think it was your bo getting back at me for calling it a stick so many times!”

He couldn’t help but smile at that one. If only a little. “How about this? You grovel for the rest of the day, andddd order my favorite pizza?” He was quiet, thinking. “How about I just get the pizza?” Finally looking up and looking a bit better, “I don’t knowwww…” and the two of you were going back and forth once more, laughing it off.

Mikey, bless his heart, was having a fabulous time when it came to your yoga sessions. You had gotten into it and dragged the brothers into your new hobby. But the only brother who truly stuck with it was Mikey. Of course this should’ve been a no brainer, what with his acrobatic skills when it came to soaring into the air, from building to building.

So it wasn’t odd that the two of you were together in the gym alone at the lair. Sometimes he’d come over to your flat and the two of you would yoga in the only big room you had (the living room). But most times it was more convenient to do it in a space that was created with exercise in mind. After getting nice and warmed up, talking about each others day and updating one another on any tea it was time to get down to business.

“What’s on the roster today??” Mikey asked already bouncing lightly back and forth. Pumped to do anything when it came to hanging out with you. “Ahhh let’s see!” All the gossip had left your brain clueless to the new yoga you had learned recently so you needed to open up your phone and check your notes really quickly.

Mikey (ever the busybody) came in close, going up on his tippy toes to peer at your screen. Your elbow went out playfully, hitting him in the side plastron. He feigned injury, staggering back clutching where you had touched. “Betrayal!” He fake coughed. “And I thought Leo was the dramatic one!” You teased further.

At this both hands moved to cover his heart. “Take that back!!” He gasped though he could hardly hide his pleased smile. “And if I don’t??” You countered, forgetting about the phone as the screen turned black under inactivity. “Then I’ll make you!” Mikey’s face turned downright villainous (as much as a cutie patootie can), hands up and fingers at the ready to tickle you into submission.

Immediately you were fleeing. You were no stranger to Mikey’s tickling in fact the last time you had been caught in his clutches you were begging for mercy. You almost gave in right then and there at the memory but you couldn’t help but think that maybe this time you could get away.

Fool. What a foolish thought.

You were a yoga hobbyist. Mikey was a fucking ninja! The odds would never be in your favor, but he did let you think you had a chance. Letting you run around in their home gym, getting by with barely a fingertips distance away. You were breathless by the time he caught you which only worsened when he started tickling at your sides and neck.

He had you trapped, he was on top of you, between your legs, hands moving fast and causing you to laugh out of control. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, your leg jumped out and tried to slam into Mikey’s side to free yourself from further torture. But he had actually bent down lower making the trajectory straight for his head. It must’ve been ninja instincts because he caught your leg easily in a tight grasp.

“Mercy!” You called out breathlessly. To which he clicked his tongue, letting go of your leg to go back to tickling. That obviously hadn’t been what he wanted to hear. “Okay okay! I take it back!” You pleaded, batting away his hands quickly. To which he continued to try and get past until he moved way too fast for you, smacking your chin accidentally when he had been aiming to just tickle your neck.

Time force. As the sound resounded, with your punctuating “Ow!” Mikey froze. Hands still, pupils shaking as it replayed in his mind. He had hit you. Accidentally of course. But. He had hit you. You were still in pain, recovering from the shock and rubbing your sore chin. While he was receding into his shell, his hands moving back into himself as he apologized. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! I don’t know what, it was just so fast, I’m sorry!!” He was blubbering, by the time you opened your eyes to see how much this had hurt him too.

“Angie! I know! Hey, we were just roughhousing! It got out of hand, it’s okay! I know you didn’t mean it. It was an accident!” And he clung to that word. “It really was an accident. An accident. I’m so sorry. What should I do? Lemme see!” His hands moved suddenly to touch your chin but it was like the sight of his own hands getting close to you made him fearful. He retracted once more, squeezing them into fists and putting them to his chest as he moved to get off of you. To give you space.

“Mikey!” You chastised, getting up and following after him. You grabbed his hands, holding them. “Hey hey, it’s okay! Look I’m not afraid of them and neither should you. It was an accident Mikey, plus I’m already feeling better.” Slowly his fists unfurled and you brought his hands up to your face, positioning them to cup your face. He looked up, with a watery smile. “I’m really sorry,” he said one more time. “I know,” you smiled down at him. “It’s okay!” You made sure to say. And he nodded, relaxing a bit as a shaky breath went through his body before his hands held onto you more securely. Rubbing his fingers back and forth soothingly.

Then he moved back, only to jump and tackle you into a crushing hug. “Yoga?” He asked while digging his head into your neck. “Yoga!” You agreed, and he held onto you like a monkey for a bit before clambering off to return to his mat. “Alright alright, position number one!”

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 5 months

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you've been holding out on me (but I can't find a way to hold onto you)

comfort came against my will - series masterlist here

pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: dick is so insecure but he's trying so hard ok. reader is still mentally ill but it's all fine in the end

a/n: I don't know why I think it's ok to end with dialogue and just stop writing but here we go ig

You don't hear Dick come home; it's the perk (or curse in this case) of him moving so silently. And of course, he's extra quiet right now. It's past 3am and he's getting home from patrol. He thinks you're asleep. When he gently pushes the bedroom door open, then, to find you sitting on the floor by the foot of your shared bed and curling into yourself, his heart stutters as panic grips him. What's wrong with you? Are you hurt? What happened? And god, of course, the one time you're hurt he's not there, the one time you need him he's gone and he's failed you and of course of course of course -

He focuses, though, stilling the questions before they can pour from his lips as he moves swiftly to crouch in front of you, eyes trailing over your form. You're not visibly injured as far as he can tell, but you have your head buried in your hands so he can't see your face and he doesn't know what's wrong and -

"Baby?" he asks tentatively, clenching his teeth and willing himself to calm down while he moves to put his hands on your shoulders. You flinch at the contact, though, an alarmed sound leaving you as your face shoots up to look at him.

"Jesus Christ Dick, make a noise or something next time," you say, annoyance hardening your tone. Dick feels his shoulders drop in relief ever so slightly; you're upset, yes. You're snapping at him in a way that you never do, so something's clearly wrong, but you're safe. You're not, well, bleeding from anywhere or in any sort of immediate, alarming physical distress. There are tear stains streaking your cheeks, though, and you're curled into yourself like it's offering you some sort of protection, and the image makes Dick's gut twist.

You're afraid, he realizes. Of him? His hands retract from their spots on your shoulders like touching you is burning him and he jerks back hard enough that he almost loses his balance.

"Dick?" your voice is practiced, your worry for him taking over as you shove your own emotions aside - god, he can see you doing it. "Hey, it's okay. You didn't… I didn't mean to flinch like that. I'm sorry." Dick makes a strangled sort of noise at your words and reaches out to you before halting and pulling his hand back towards him.

"No," he says firmly, keeping his voice quiet, gentle, soft. "No apologies. This isn't on you. I'm… sorry for scaring you."

"You didn't…" you begin, confusion clear in your voice. "You - no. No, I'm not scared of you, Dick. I'm never - I'm never scared of you." You assure as you move towards him, pushing him gently so that he's sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out. He lets you - lets you arrange him however you like and feels something in him soften when you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. Usually, his arms would find their way around you, holding you to him. This time, though, they stay away, hovering unsurely.

"Dick," you whine. He huffs out an almost laugh. "Hold me… please." He doesn't laugh at that. He wraps his arms around you tightly, one anchored around your waist while the other tangles in your hair. The more he berates himself for how he acted, the tighter his grip gets. Here you are, clearly upset and in distress, and all he did was spiral and fall on his ass and make the whole thing about him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into your hair as he presses kisses to the crown of your head. You squeeze him back reassuringly.

"You have nothing to apologize for, baby - you don't," you respond, bracing yourself with that voice he knows he can't win an argument against. It's the one he's seen you use at work, with lawyers and professional rivals and employees. He's only been on the receiving end of it a few times, usually with you telling him to take care of himself in some way.

No, you can't go out to patrol with broken ribs - the others can cover you for a few nights. No, you're not staying up any later than this - that case will still be there in the morning. No, you're not Atlas, my love - the world will not fall apart if you take a break.

He hasn't heard that voice directed at him many times, but it's enough that he knows to snap his mouth shut and admit defeat.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, at least?" He prompts gently. You slump against him.

"Just… a bad day. That's all."

"I've seen you have bad days, babe," he reminds patiently. "This is more than that. I know it is."

"Well, this is…" you begin, chewing your bottom lip. He reaches to smooth his thumb across your lip, a silent reminder to stop. "You've seen my normal bad days," you explain. "Sometimes I get… bad. You know. Mentally ill bad." Dick hums in understanding and squeezes you tighter to his chest.

"You've been holding out on me."

"What?"

"I told you," he explains, but there's no malice. He's kind and soft and gentle and you're reminded that that's why you fell in love with him. "I told you I'd be here for you, baby. I want to be here for you. Let me in, yea?"

"I didn't want to be too much," you whisper, and Dick feels his heart crack at the sad little warble of your voice.

"Never, honey," he soothes, smoothing a hand up and down your back. "I want all of you, okay? Every bit of you. Even when it's hard - especially when it's hard. I want to help."

"I know," you sigh. "I know, I know, I just… maybe you don't know what you're getting yourself into. Maybe you think you can handle it but you can't and you'll get overwhelmed and leave. Maybe you'll get tired of asking me to let you in and that'll be what makes you leave. Either way I - I just can't find a way to hold onto you."

Dick stills at that, breath catching in his lungs and an unpleasant feeling settling in his gut. How long had you been thinking this? How many of the moments where you held onto him a little tighter, reached for him a little more, told him you loved him a little louder - how many of those moments were born of fear? He straightens himself up and tenderly grabs your chin in his hand, guiding you until you're eye-to-eye with him. This has to be fixed, he thinks. Now. you're his. His love, his person, his everything. And you're, what, sitting here alone in a dark apartment worried about him leaving you? Terrified of him walking away while you need him? No. No, this has to be fixed.

"Honey," he says, an edge in his voice that makes you straighten up. It's the one you've heard him use while he's working, when he's donned his Nightwing gear and is commanding a room full of vigilantes and heroes. It's not a voice he's used many times with you, but you know it well enough to sit still and listen when he uses it. "I'm right here," he says. "Always. I'm here and I'm staying and I will never - never - walk away from you when you need me. I love you and that will never change, okay? I'm here. I promise, baby, I'm here."

#smsn.writes #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick grayson fic #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #nightwing imagines #nightwing fluff #nightwing fanfiction #nightwing fic #richard grayson

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justcallmesakira · 3 months

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HIII OMG I haven’t had a good laugh in a while until i came across your fyodor’s sis dating dazai hcs IT GOT ME ROLLING ON THE FLOOR 😭 can i request for dazai’s sister dating fyodor if you’re up for it? fluff crack make it silly if you want i’ll enjoy anything from you for sure!!

"Dazai with a sister dating Fyodor!"

Sypnosis: Uh oh! Looks like Dazais one and only sister he grew up with is dating a rat who the entirety of yokohama is after!

Genre: crack, suggestive? (idk sth is wrong with me)

Warning: More blasting, bombing, terrorrist, rizz,

A/N: AHHH I AM SO HAPPY U ENJOYED IT- AND I AM MORE THEN HAPPY BCS I MADE YOU LAUGH !!! >.<

nahhh like brother like sister :/

NO BCS i feel like fyodor just wanted to temper dazai by using his ugly breedable charms on you

But it backfired terribly! (like his posture)

Though you were his one and oNlY eNeMyS blood relative he just couldnt help but flirt with you and perhaps ykyk do those romantic stuff ppl do

This is so ooc rn ;skull emoji 69x;

However you were extremly LIKE extremly careful to not let your brother know

You literly sneaked off the house as if you were sneaking inthe kitchen to cook a whole buffet at 3am!!

Except you were sneaking off to EAT a whole buffet😏😏

Even the rat himself helped you to sneak to his rusty ahh apartment

Wow! The first thing he actually did for others!!!!!

Honestly dazai would be chill though-

Like oh his sister is dating someone? welp sure! i have exes all around the city hope its not one of them though hehe...HeHe

FUCKING SLU--

You took the risk of rizzing fyodor up infront of him though like:

"I am crime, I am punishment" you: "I know something else you can punish :3"

Dazai woke back from the dead with em bones fish eye when u said that

AYYY DAZAI IN HIS MELANIE MARTINEZ "PORTALS" ERA!!!!1😍

When he find out though.....oh god hes going to give you that light skin stare, with his eyes turning into nothing but a pitch black void

like my soul-- OKAY THIS IS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE--

One day you met up with fyodor and you were so excited that you nearly threw his anemic ass to the ground

"Yaaaah fedya,!! we finally met! dont give me that face do u know how hard it is to come and meet you when my lazy ahh brother puts trackers on me!" "Malyshka, please calm down---''

All of a sudden u could hear shuffling which instantly cautions the both of you only for your eyes to be meeted with your brothers eye turning into nothing but pitch black like the face he gave when he saw mori

your getting grounded <3

"Out of all people...out of 8 billion people, sister😀" "I-i-i-i i can explain"

he then looked at fyodor with the ugliest angry face ever "YOU FUCKING RAT HOW DARE YOU WOO MY SISTER WITH FEHUYOUR UGFLY AHH RATUTILLIE NO RIZZ MANIUPULATION I AM GONNA BLAST YO-"

damn.. dazai become eminem

the shift mood between to u then to fyodor was so funny

LIKE YALL SAW THE ADVICE FYODOR GAVE TO DAZAI IN THEIR CELLS? THATS A BIT--- UM YANDERE??????!!

"BROTHER CALM DOWN I WAS NOT MANIUPULATED TF-" "THAT WONT STOP ME FROM MY MANSLAUGHTER ARC" "WHAT?--"

#siblinggoalsfr

fyodor honestly only glared at him with a smile that said "If they annoy you, go for their sibling"

dazai YANKED Your arm taking you back to you apartment and just stared at you as if you got a B in maths

uh oh...

So YEAH after hours of not being able to calm him down he finally accepted!

Dazai gifted fyodor a dead rat in a helicopter after he accepted you guys😍😍😍

No bcz i think u and nikolai would have matching energy--

Nikolai: "Dos-kun bites his nails!" You: "Real except he bites my neck!"

one day ranpo jolted up from his seat with fisheye and slowly turned to you as if you ate his (dead)mother

"Dazai Y/N, you did not..." "Oh yes yes i just did :3"

everybody was so confused like did you steal his snacks or sth???

"like brother like sister i guess...." -ranpo after finding out his bestie is doing unholy things to his enemy

JKJK-

Dazai acted so overdramatic omg- ugh hes so babygirl

"I still cant believe it... MY OWN SISTER DATING-DAT-DATING A STINKY RAT! Wait- WHAT IF YOU GET MARRIED???????!!!!! WILL YOUR NAME BE D-D-D-DOS-DOE RATVESKY?? sis you better let him take your name WAIT NO I WILL NOT SHARE MY NAME WITH HIM UGFYDUTYFE"

dramatic gossip girlie fr

like its literly like

"I took your victory😈" "I took your sisters viriginty😈😈😈"

i am so sorry-WAHHHHHHHHHH- *gets shot in the head by reader for being so dirty*

during gatherings, they just smile at each other protesting in their minds who can take care of u better while your in a chair rollin around and going :3

kuro kuro kuro kuroooo kuro kuro kuro kuro ding luro kuro ding~

until your silly ahh falls! :D

And its just a second of time to see who can cath you first-

Dazais going to turn your wedding into an arson commitment!

"Breaking news!, Depressed man who half the fandom slanders burns down his sisters wdding venue with soy sauce!"

Well... its a funky ride! but hey its fyodor

A/N: i know its short but i tried okay- ENJOY!! i love doing crack if i cant laugh or be happy i will make others happy!! <33

Divider crds: @nikolaismasquerade

tags! @silverbladexyz @riiwrites @chuuyasboner @heartsfourdazai @atlasnessie @atsquie @tojifile @biscuits-lovely-corner @darling--angst

#bungou stray dogs #sakira!#bsd #bsd x reader #bungou gay dogs #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai sister #dazais sister x fyodor #fyozai x sister reader #lol #bsd crack #dirty pick up lines

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book-place · 4 months

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Tea Before Slumber

Warnings: insomnia, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Crowley x reader platonic, Aziraphale x reader platonic

Request: Hello! May I please request an ineffable husbands x reader where reader has trouble sleeping because of insomnia or anxiety or both, and everyone’s favourite angel and demon help them fall asleep? (It’s almost 3am as I type this, oh no)

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You have trouble falling asleep, but Crowley and Aziraphale help you out

A/N: Ineffable husbands>>>

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You let out a loud huff, throwing your blanket and pillow down onto the couch before plopping down on it, turning on the television.

It had proven to be yet another sleepless night for you- side effects of insomnia- and you were beyond frustrated and tired right now.

All you wanted to do was sleep. But, of course, that was the only thing you couldn’t do.

“What’re you doing up?”

Your eyes lifted from the screen to where Crowley sauntered into the room, a glass of water in hand. Clearly he had gotten up for it, but had fully intended on retreating back to his room right afterwards, stopping himself when he came upon you.

“Can’t sleep again.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Would you like tea?” Aziraphale seemed to have been awoken by the voices as he padded into the room, eyes soft and concern floating through them.

You shrugged one shoulder, “Would it help?”

The angel beamed at you, “I’ve never made a cup of tea that couldn’t put someone right to sleep.”

“You spike the tea?” The alarmed question came from Crowley as he looked at him with wide eyes.

Aziraphale only rolled his eyes playfully as you let out a quiet chuckle and he made his way to the kitchen.

As he went, Crowley fell onto the cushion beside you, “You know,” He drawled, “Watching these isn’t going to help you sleep. It’ll only keep you more awake.”

With another huff of irritation, you clicked off the screen.

You were grouchy by now.

The demon lolled his head to face you, “Need me to sing you a lullaby?” He asked sarcastically.

You snorted out a laugh just as Aziraphale came back into the room, tea in hand and smiling brightly at you despite the late hour of the night.

“Everything can be fixed with a good cup of tea,” He promised as he handed you the cup.

You took it with a grateful smile and began sipping it, chatting softly with Aziraphale and Crowley while you finished it.

“-and then the bookstores owner told me-“

“Angel.” Crowley interrupted his story softly, “Look.”

Aziraphale turned to where you were, head resting against the couch pillows and empty cup laying at your side.

Both of them smiled softly as they looked at you for a moment before Crowley pushed himself up and gently picked you up bridal style, being careful not to wake you.

The angel trailed behind as Crowley brought you back to your bed and laid you down gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he did so.

“Good night,” Aziraphale whispered to your sleeping form before he and the demon shut the door securely behind them.

Ineffable Husbands 😇- @popfishjr @etanordoesbullsh1t

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goosewriting · 2 years

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Just a little tipsy, I swear (rottmnt x reader)

summary: the turtles discover how clingy you get after drinking one too many.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, fluff, maybe secondhand embarrassment? lol please read the reader and turtles as aged up to what the legal drinking age is where you live! F/n = friend’s name.

word count: 3.2k

A/N: tysm for the request! hope i made it justice :) also sorry Leo’s is longer than everyone else’s,, can you tell who my fave is? sdfsdf

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It had been a while since the turtle had heard from you; the last couple text messages you had left on read. He knew you were at a party with your friends, and had insisted you tell him when you went home so he could accompany you. It was 3am already and still no news from you. He was starting to get a little worried.

Just as he took out his phone to message you again, the device rang in his hand, your name appearing on the screen.

🔵 Leo

“Y/n! What’s up, you having fun?” Leo greeted you after picking up the call.

He didn’t get an answer however; he just heard you giggling and some shuffling sounds.

“..Hello, you okay?” he tried again.

“‘m ready for pick-up” you slurred. He snorted at how wasted you sounded.

“On my way, send me your location. You still at the party?”

“Yessir” you answered, blinking at your phone, trying to find the option to share your current location. Instead you turned on your front camera.

Leo laughed at your face, how you squinted at the screen, not quite comprehending why you were seeing yourself.

“How much did you drink?” he laughed.

You counted on your fingers, thinking hard, but lost count at 7 and just shrugged at him.

“Just stay there okay? I’ll be right there!” Leo grabbed swords, ending the call.

Within seconds a portal opened a couple metres behind you, and through came your favourite turtle.

You hadn't seen him yet, and as he was approaching you, his phone pinged: it was you texting him, saying how much you missed him, and that you needed cuddles, and he should hurry.

On one side he found it very cute how clingy you seemed; it was the first time he saw you this drunk.

On the other side a mischievous grin formed on his face as he was already planning how to get the most out of it, probably take some pics or videos to embarrass you tomorrow with.

You were waiting outside your friend’s house where the party was still going hard. Music and flashing lights could be seen and heard from the street.

You were waiting leaning onto a tall planter by the sidewalk.

Leo approached you, greeting you with a peck to the cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“I missed youu~” you whined and hugged him. “Next time we gotta ‘ave a biiig party in the lair”.

“Yeah yeah, we can have a one next time” he said, patting your head.

“This party doesn’t seem over though? Were you not feeling well?” he said, pointing at the house still in full rave mode.

“It wasn’t fun without you there” you mumbled into his plastron. “Wanted to see your face”.

He blushed at the loving smile you were giving him. How could you still look this good in such an alcoholised state?

“Well, here I am” he finally said and tried to separate you from him, but you only hugged him tighter. “We gotta get you home tho. You’re pretty wasted.”

“I am not” you scoffed, taking a step forward to prove how sober you were, and immediately losing your balance.

If it weren’t for Leo who effortlessly caught you mid-air, you’d have landed face-first into the ground.

You grabbed onto him for dear life, and he wasn’t really complaining.

Since you were kinda not really able to walk, he picked you up bridal style as he made a portal leading just outside of your place.

You didn't even notice you were already home; holding onto him you kept telling him how much you loved him, how good he looked, how strong he was, etc etc

He soaked it all up like a freaking sponge. His ego was through the roof, and he even encouraged you to shower him with more compliments with “You really think so?”s and “How come?”s.

After some minutes, he tried to set you down so you could both climb through the window, but you didn’t let go.

“Y/n please, we can’t both fit through at the same time. Can you stand?”

But you were in full koala mode, shaking your head and holding on tighter.

He sighed; you’d really be the death of him.

Making yet another portal, he got both of you inside.

Finally arriving at your bedroom he gently set you down onto the bed with a grunt.

Leo had to fight you for a couple seconds to pry your arms from his shoulders. Had you always been this strong?

“Noo, don’t go” you whined, holding his hand.

“I’ll just get you some water, I’ll be right back”. Picking out your PJs from the dresser, he set them next to you on the bed. “Meanwhile change into these.”

Leo left to get you your water; he brought a pitcher and a glass, as well as some aspirins.

As he set everything down on your nightstand, he saw you had managed to change but your shirt was on backwards, the tag sticking out under your chin.

You were lying with your legs to the side, dangling off the bed, your torso contorted in an angle that could not have been comfortable, your hair and arms sprawled all over.

Leo took a couple pics from different angles, holding in his laugh. The idea came to him to get a marker and scribble something on your face, but you suddenly shot up, sitting on the bed.

“What is it? Do- Do you need a bucket or something?” he feared you were gonna be sick, already standing up.

But you only exhaled in relief when hearing his voice.

“No, ‘s okay. Thought you were gone” you lied down on your back again and scooted over, patting the space beside you.

“Will you stay with me a while?” you asked, your voice no louder than a whisper, and Leo felt like he combusted on the spot.

The way you looked so enticing right now, all he wanted was to devour you whole. But you were in no state for that.

Getting comfortable next to you, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck.

“I really did miss you. Wish we could hang outside more. There’s so much to see and do”.

“Really, like what?” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Like, hot dogs. And Pretzels. Deep dish pizza.”

“I think there’s more to New York than food. Are you hungry?” he chuckled softly, but you didn’t answer. You were already fast asleep, your even breathing fanning over his plastron.

“Good night Y/N” Leo kissed the top of your head and pulled up the covers over you both. He made a mental note to take you out on a picnic date sometime soon.

🔴 Raph

“Y/n! Is everything okay?” Raph asked, his voice laced with worry.

“Hey big guy~” you slurred. He blushed at the unexpected tone. “‘m ready to go home.”

“On my way! Just stay where you are okay? I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

Instead of a response he heard an “Oof!” followed by a crash and your groaning.

“Y/n! Are you okay? What happened?”

“…Fell.”

“Are you hurt? Just- Stay where you are and don’t move. Got it?”

“Aye aye captain” you saluted, forgetting that he couldn't see you.

Before heading out, Raph quickly grabbed the first aid kit.

He was so worried it only took him 10 minutes to get where you were.

He found you on the front lawn of your friend’s house where the party was still going loud.

You had taken the “don’t move” to heart: there you lied, face-down in the grass, a broken vase next to you.

“Why are you on the ground, you’ll get a cold!” he scolded you as he picked you up.

Turning you around he saw your tears streaming down your cheeks, to which he panicked.

“Are you hurt somewhere?” he frantically checked over your body, looking for any injuries. “Please say something?”

“It isn’t the fall that hurt” you finally whined. He tilted his head in confusion.

“Was it your pride?” he asked sympathetically, but also with a chuckle.

“Nooo” you whined again, wriggling in his hold. God, you looked so cute right now.

Raph wiped some mud off your cheeks, asking “Where then?”

“Here” you answered, hitting your chest twice with your fist over where your heart would be.

“Huh? Did someone say something?” Raph questioned, 100% ready to storm into that house and throw hands.

“My friends don’t believe me you exist” you said and wiped your dirty sleeve over your face in an attempt to dry your tears, instead spreading more grass and mud over your face.

“You know I can’t exactly waltz into a room of humans” Raph said sheepishly and rubbed his neck, but deep inside he knew what you meant. He also wished he could take you out to ‘normal’ dates and places like restaurants, and not just ones in the Hidden City.

“I knooow, but sill” you continued whining, this time lightly hitting his plastron with your fists.

“I just wish I could show them what an amazing, thoughtful, strong and handsome boyfriend I have! Who cares if you’re a giant turtle? I don’t!” you explained, trying to stand on your own but failing, falling right back into Raph’s chest.

His gaze softened and he chuckled, endeared at how open you were being about him. Maybe he’d have to get you to drink more often, just in a safer space.

“Alright, let’s get you home then.”

He picked you up effortlessly and carried you all the way home.

All the while you kept holding onto him and peppering his face in kisses here and there.

Once you both arrived, you climbed through your window first, stumbling to your living room, where you opened the balcony door for him.

You kept whining about how he was the best boyfriend and no one believed you because they hadn’t seen him.

Meanwhile he was wiping the dirt off of you, answering with “Uh-huh”s and “I know”s here and there.

When he finally managed to get you changed and tucked you into your bed, he got you something to drink.

You gulped down the glass of water, and intently looked at him with half asleep eyes.

“What is it Y/n? Do you need anything else?” he asked, and you took his big hand in yours.

“Stay the night.” you finally said, it was more of an order rather than a question.

Still you were giving him the most adorable puppy eyes he had seen you make yet.

Engraving this moment into his memory, Raph chuckled.

“I’ll shred your bed to pieces if I get in there with you” he admitted sadly.

“Let’s make a fort then.”

And with that you hopped out of bed, losing your balance once or twice on your way to the living room.

You dragged some blankets and all the pillows you could find in front of the couch.

It looked more like a nest than a fort but it still looked inviting.

You got in there, cosying up, and patted the space next to you.

Raph lied down behind you. You liked being the small spoon; it made you feel safe and warm in his arms.

Turning around one last time you kissed him tenderly.

“Thanks for always putting up with me” you whispered and wished him a good night.

“Anytime, sweetheart” he responded, and you were both quickly pulled into dreamland, lulled into sleep by each other’s heartbeats.

🟠 Mikey

“Yellow~?” Mike answered the phone.

“Mikeyyy~” you whined.

“Yes Y/n?”

No response. Just some giggling.

Then some shuffling sounds and laughter in the background.

“Is this Y/n’s S/O?” an unknown voice asked.

“Yeah, what’s going on? Are they ok?” Mikey started to panic a bit.

“They’re fine, just wasted. Can’t even walk in a straight line.”

“I’m not! Just a lil’ tipsy is all” he could hear you retort in the background.

“They’re more than a ‘little tipsy’. I’ve never seen them this drunk, it’s kinda hilarious to be honest- No! Y/n! Get out of the aquarium!” Mikey heard some laughing and splashing. Just what was going on?!

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes! Just, keep an eye out for them please? Thank you!” Mikey said and your friend agreed to have them at the door by the time he arrived.

He hurried to get to the house the party was at, it was probably the place of the person on the phone.

Hiding behind some bushes first, he saw you coming out the door. You spotted him and waved, saying your goodbyes to your friends.

Once they were out of sight he walked towards you, and just in time, because you very non-elegantly fell down the few steps on the porch.

He caught you by your waist, and you let him hold your whole weight, because your legs had just decided to stop working.

“Hmm” you hugged him and talked like you were telling him a secret. “I don’t think I can walk.”

“Yeah, you don’t say” Mikey laughed and picked you up.

That’s when he noticed your left arm and leg were wet up to your elbow and knee.

“So, I take it you had fun?” he asked as he started the trip to your home.

“Yiiiis” you giggled. “F/n has an aquarium! With a turtle, I swear it looks just like you, it’s so cute”.

You started crying remembering just how adorable the little reptile was.

“But not as cute as me, right?” Mikey asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

When you didn’t answer, he gasped in mock offense.

You laughed through your tears. “Of course you’re the cutest. The handsomest. The bestest.” Between every wrongly declined adjective, you gave Mikey a kiss on the tip of his snout. “But the other turtle’s a close second.”

He giggled and kissed your nose as well.

You were especially cute when drunk, he noted.

Having arrived at your place he considered if he should stay a bit longer to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

“Can you walk now?” he asked, setting you down. Your bones were jelly and you just crouched on the ground.

“Yes” you said confidently, when clearly you could not.

“Alright” he laughed and helped you climb through the window.

He turned on the small lamp on your desk, at which you hissed and covered your face.

“Let’s get you ready for bed” he said and guided you to the bathroom to change into something dry, and to clean yourself from the faint aquarium smell you had.

Once you were in your PJs he took you to your bed, but you didn’t let go.

“Y/n, you need to sleep” he said, tugging at your arms, but you were holding onto him for dear life.

“Noo” you whined. “Stay the night. I’ll be lonely without you.”

You were looking up at him with so much love, your cheeks adorned with a blush. How could he say no?

“Scoot over” he finally gave in and you giggled in glee, making room for him.

But being next to Mikey wasn’t close enough for you, so you climbed on top of him.

“You comfortable up there?” he chuckled, to which you nodded your head and sighed contentedly.

Mikey’s arms snaked around your waist and he kissed the top of your head.

“Good night Y/n~” he whispered, but you were already fast asleep.

🟣 Donnie

“Well, look who finally decided to pick up the phone” Donnie said in mock offense; he was clearly glad you finally gave some life signal.

“I- I think ’m lost” you slurred your words.

“Wha- Wait. Did you leave without me? I told you to wait at your friend’s until I came to pick you up” Donnie scolded you, earning a whine from you, as he was typing frantically into his computer.

“Can you describe where you are or what you see?” he asked, but he was already pulling up your location on his screen. He could both track your phone and the subcutaneous tracker he had put on you, just as on his brothers, because better safe than sorry, right?

“Uhm- I’m in the United States. I think. Everything is spinning around, wee~” you giggled.

Donnie groaned as his GPS triangulated your location. It beeped and showed where you were standing: behind him.

“What-“ he started and spun around, only to see you wobbling into the lair.

Donnie hung up the phone and walked towards you.

“Hello? Hellooo~?” you spoke into the phone.

Seeing he had hung up, you started wailing softly.

“I’m right here” he sighed and gently grabbed you by the shoulders, stabilising you.

“I thought you ‘ere gonna leave me” you cried, holding back your sobs.

“Why would you think that? I would never- oomph!” you let your phone and bag/purse fall to the ground, hugging him tightly.

“Y/n, work with me, please” Donnie said, noticing how you were kinda just hanging from his neck, letting him support your whole weight.

He tapped your thigh, indicating for you to lift your legs, and picked you up.

Your legs went around his hips, and he held you by your thighs.

Donnie carried you to his room while you sniffled into his bandana, staining it in tears and probably a bit of snot.

“How much did you drink anyways?” he asked you, trying to set you down onto his bed, but you weren’t letting go.

“Jus’ a lil’ bit”, you lied, remembering the beers and shots you took one after another, your memories becoming fuzzy after your friend had brought a huge bottle of a mysterious blue-greenish liquid.

“Can you please let go Y/n” he sighed. “You need to sleep, and I need to work.”

You shook your head, making you slightly dizzy.

“I wanna stay with you” you said into his plastron.

Donnie took a deep breath and exhaled, readjusting your weight in his hold.

“Fine. But you better not complain over how hungover you’re tomorrow, you hear me?”

“Promise~” you happily said and kissed his cheek.

He entered his lab, you immediately hissing at the bright lights.

“You sure you wanna stay?” he smirked. You only nodded your head, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Donnie sat down at his table, with you straddling him, and adjusted your body so his arms were under yours, and he could look over your shoulder. It wouldn’t be easy but he’d be lying if he didn’t like feeling your weight and warmth on him like this.

“I’ll try to finish quickly so we can go to bed okay?” he pecked the side of your face and went back to work.

You sighed happily into his neck and mumbled sweet nothings to him.

He couldn't make out everything but he did catch some “I love you”s and “You’re the best boyfriend”.

With a light blush and a soft smile adorning his face, he finished up his work quickly, leaving most of it for tomorrow, so he could have you cuddle him to sleep.

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itsthegayseason · 2 months

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✦ JUST A SLEEPOVER.

pairing — aj campos x fem!reader

word count — 1.9k

contains — smut, oral and fingering (reader receiving), aj takes reader's virginity, petname (baby, princess, pretty girl)

+18 ONLY, MDNI

you and aj had become very close recently. feeling more and more comfortable around each other, you invited her over for a sleepover. said and done, it's 3AM on a friday night and you two are watching a comedy movie, laughing your asses off without a care in the world — there was no one to accidentally wake up, due to your parents being out on vacation. whenever you hear aj’s laughter, it's like music to your ears. you knew, as soon as you saw her for the first time, that you were doomed. everything about her made your heart flutter — her voice, her pretty eyes, her oh-so-kissable lips, her hair… her hands…

as you shake your head in a failed attempt to get rid of the dirty thoughts, which you swore to yourself to never have again in respect for aj, she notices the faint blush on your cheeks. “you good?” you jump at the sound of her voice, making her laugh. “not good. how did you get scared by my voice?” she teases and you laugh nervously, avoiding eye contact. “i was just… you know, thinking.” she tilts her head, knowing there was something going on.

the movie is long forgotten now, playing in the TV while no one watches. “about what?” you swallow, the blush on your cheeks becoming a darker shade of red. “c'mon, don't make a girl curious like that.” she insists, giving you a playful elbow nudge and you laugh, beginning to scratch your arm. she takes note of that, she's known you long enough to know that was a nervous habit. she grabs your wrist carefully, pulling your hand away from your arm. “hey, is something wrong?” her voice is velvety as she questions and you accidentally make the eye contact you've been avoiding. god, those eyes…

“i think i’m in love with you.” you let your mouth speak before your brain even processes it. the two of you look at each other with comically wide eyes at your words, and you're quick to cover your mouth with your hand with a look of pure horror. how blunt was that?! “you… what?” she murmured in disbelief. you shut your eyes tightly, shaking your head. “i’m sorry, i shouldn't have said that, i don't know what came over me. this is supposed to be just a sleepover-”

“i think i'm in love with you, too.” these words immediately interrupt you. aj lets out a chuckle at the look on your face. “what?” your voice comes out in a high pitched tone that makes you cringe at yourself, but she smiles. “i said what i said. i think i'm in love with you.” you try to speak but it's hard when you stutter so much. you blush even more at how freaking pathetic you sound, but for aj — she thinks it's the cutest thing she's ever seen.

she leans in closer to you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. as her eyes glance between your lips and eyes your heart starts to race faster than it ever did - and boy, did it race. you lean in closer as well, slowly, until your lips lock. you gasp at the sensation of being kissed for the first time - and, even better, by aj campos herself. as you pull away after a few seconds, her other hand cups your other cheek, playfully squishing them. “you look like a fish.” she teases and you giggle, pulling her back in for another kiss by the back of her neck.

aj’s lips become more desperate, more demanding against yours as the kiss deepens. you moan, sliding your hand from the back of her nack to her waist, squeezing it. you hear her groan as she bites down onto your lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. it doesn't hurt, though. in fact, you whisper, “do that again.” and she does exactly as you asked. you whine against her, moving to straddle her. she gasps, hands instinctively grabbing your waist.

the innocent kiss evolves into a heated make out session, hands roaming all over each other's bodies in a way neither of you ever imagined would happen - but definitely dreamed about. her hand sneaks under your pajama shirt, caressing your back in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “baby…” she whispers against your lips, pulling away from the kiss to look at you with half lidded, lust filled eyes. “yeah?” you try not to blush too hard at the petname. “i need to fuck you.”

your eyes widen momentarily at her bluntness but recover rapidly, nodding your head. “yes, please. i want that.” she nods, going in for another kiss and cupping your ass, massaging it in a way that makes you whine, melting even more against her. you don't even know how you got inside your bedroom, barely registering getting pushed down onto the soft mattress of your bed as aj gets on top of you, not wasting any time to attack your neck.

you moan and tilt your head back, giving her full access to your sensitive skin. she appreciates it, sucking, kissing, taking her sweet time to mark you as hers with gentle love bites and hidden hickeys, barely noticeable, but you knew they were there. her knee rubs against your clothed pussy and your back arches. “god, aj… please..”

“have you done this before, princess?” she questions and you shake your head, biting down onto your bottom lip nervously. she kisses your forehead, then your cheek, your nose, and finally your lips. you smile at the affection with sparkly eyes. “don't worry,” she smiles down at you, “i’ll be gentle to my pretty girl.” being called a pretty girl by aj has to be one of the best things that ever happened to you — if not the best.

you bite your lip harshly as she rubs your pussy over the fabric of your panties and pajama shorts. is she teasing you or just preparing you? you have no idea, but you groan impatiently anyways. “please, don't keep me waiting, aj.” you plead, looking into her eyes with pure lust and a hint of fear. she smirks, which makes you glare at her. that girl… she is teasing me, you think. “let's take this off then, hm?” she purrs teasingly, grabbing the hem of your shirt. you nod, helping her get rid of the unwanted fabric. you're quick to lift your hips, watching with excitement as she hums in approval at your eagerness. your shorts soon join your shirt somewhere on the bedroom floor.

you could just melt in the spot at how gentle her lips were as they trailed their way down to your crotch, making you feel so pretty and wanted. you have never felt so desired before and the feeling made your pussy clench around nothing in anticipation. she gives your pussy a long lick, your thin panties still on. “so wet for me.” she hums, pulling your panties down to your ankles with a swift motion. with her hands securing your hips down onto the bed firmly, she gives your clit a sweet kiss. the new sensation makes you yelp, hips bucking up against aj’s mouth. “shhhh, just relax.”

you whine at the vibrations of her voice against your cunt. she begins to lap at your pussy, exploring every inch of your folds and giving your clit the attention it craves. the sight of aj between your thighs, looking so drunk on your pussy makes you wild with desire. “feels so fucking good, please don't stop.” you beg with a needy moan. your head is thrown back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as she eats you out so, so gently. then suddenly, she pulls back and your eyes widen.

before you can even protest at how unfair that was, her fingers find your clit and rub it in circles. the words catch in your throat as you push up against her fingers. “oh, god, yes… just like that...” she kisses your thigh, continuing to rub your clit with her thumb as her index and middle finger find your entrance, circling it teasingly. you let out a shaky breath. “do it.” you beg her, arching your hips. she gives you a passionate kiss, slowly but surely pushing her fingers inside your tight hole. she groaned at your tightness, pushing inch by delicious inch deeper inside you. the moan you let out is a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as she takes your virginity, being careful not to hurt. “is that okay, baby? do you want me to stop?” she questions in a quiet whisper and you shake your head profusely, eyes meeting hers. “it's okay. i want this.”

she nods, kissing you once more while her fingers stay inside your pussy while she waits for you to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. once you feel ready, you pull away to look into her beautiful eyes — filled with pure love and concern. “do it.” she nods slowly, studying your face and looking for any signs of hesitation. “just promise you'll tell me if it hurts too much?” she asks, caressing your cheek with her free hand. “i promise, baby.”

her fingers slowly start to move inside you, eliciting a soft moan from the back of your throat while you grip her shoulders for support. “oh, yeah, that feels so good.” you breathe out, looking at the ceiling as you try to focus on the pleasure sensation rather than the slight discomfort. she rubs your clit in time with her fingers inside you, picking up the pace slightly and watching your face intently. when you don't complain, only letting out soft moans of pleasure, she pumps her fingers in and out of your wet cunt at a faster pace, applying just the right amount of pressure on your clit with her thumb.

your moans get louder and louder as her fingers hit just the right spots inside you, your hips bucking against her hand as you chase your high, legs shaking. “right there, baby.. just right there, don't stop..” you whine, knuckles turning white when you grip the sheets beneath you harshly. she leaves wet kisses on your neck when she starts to finger you harder and faster. you gasp at the sudden change of pace, your head spinning with pure bliss. “i’m close- shit, i’m so close!” you warn, eyes rolling back.

“you're being so good for me.” she praises, the sound of her voice whispering against your ear driving you wild. her name leaves your lips like a chant as you get closer and closer to your climax, scratching her back under her shirt. “shit, why do you still have that on?” you whisper as you take her shirt off with trembling hands. “much better.” you cup her breasts, massaging them through the fabric of her bra. she groans, biting your neck.

with a loud cry of her name, you reach your orgasm, body spasming as your cum coats her fingers and the white sheets beneath you. “that was… very intense.” aj chuckles, giving you a quick kiss before licking the cum off her fingers. “sure was.” you blush at the gesture, looking away. “i didn't hurt you, did i?” she asks, caressing your stomach. you shake your head, turning your gaze towards her again. “no. you were more gentle than i thought you would be.” she raises a brow, smirking down at you.

“i love you too.”

“and now what is that supposed to mean?” she says playfully, making you giggle. “nothing.” you feel your heart get fuzzy as you two stare into each other's eyes with the softest smiles on your faces. you pull her in for a kiss by her shoulders, smiling contently against her lips. “i love you.”

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scarletttries · 7 months

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Adrian Chase/ Vigilante Fluff Alphabet (Peacemaker)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/ Vigilante (Peacemaker) x GN!Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: Back to the boy that made me start writing again after years of stopping! 😍 I've been struggling to write while i've been busy with a new job and a bit of a cold, so I thought I'd go back to my best boy Vigilante for another alphabet post and just like that my heart was racing for him again 💕Enjoy and let me know if you have any Vigilante HCs requests 🥳

a -affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

The moment Adrian gets the green light to show affection to you, that's all he can think of. He is such a physical person, always finding a reason to place a hand on your back or waist in public, and pulling you into his arms and threatening to never let you go after you have to spend mere moments apart. Behind closed doors, Adrian is constantly showering your face and hands with kisses, and there's no way he can sleep without a long slow good night kiss. He's also all about the sickly sweet nicknames and praising you for everything you do for him, just so endlessly grateful that he gets to call you his.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)

It sounds like a cliche, but honestly he thinks you have the most beautiful eyes. He's never been a big fan of eye contact, finding it challenging to maintain, and when he manages usually people are looking at him with such an unkind mix of pity, disgust and contempt that he'd rather they weren't looking at him at all. But when he locks eyes with you and sees kindness, and interest, and not a single ounce of judgement, he knows that he never wants to look away from your perfect face, not for a second. And when he gets to see your eyes crease in the corners when he makes you smile and laugh with his ridiculous behaviour, well he thinks you are somehow even more beautiful.

There's a lot to consider beautiful about Adrian, his muscles, his adorable hair, his little nerdy smile when you start to pay attention to him, honestly there's nothing about him you'd ever want to change.

c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Adrian likes to cuddle so much he wonders how he survived before you came into his life! The first time the two of you watch a movie together and you throw a blanket over you both, laying your legs over his lap and nuzzling against his chest, you could practically hear his heart hammering away in excitement, so happy to be there with you and so scared he would do something to ruin such a happy moment. Now that he's more comfortable about your relationship he's definitely the one to instigate, collapsing into bed with his arms wide open and whimpering until you land on his chest, his whole body encircling yours as he kisses the top of you and tells you're stuck there now.

d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)

Adrian is definitely more of the spontaneous type who'll turn up at your door unannounced with a bouquet of flowers or a crate of beer, and ask if you'll please go out with him tonight, and offer that's hard to refuse when he gives you those big pleading puppy dog eyes. Dates are a lot of fun, usually doing something a bit more silly and childish than the typical dinner and a movie. He'll take you to an arcade, or a bar with a mechanical bull and try and show off his skills for you, but sometimes the best dates are just nights at home with wine and takeout, where you realise that it's suddenly 3am and you've ended up in a blanket fort on the floor and decide to just spend the night there - you two would be happy just about anywhere as long as you're together.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In the past Adrian hasn't exactly had a lot of dating experience, but if someone showed an interest in him and he didn't feel the same way, he'd be very blunt about it - not necessarily as sensitive as he should be, but making sure there is absolutely no room for misunderstanding.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Deep down (like way deep down before he meets you) Adrian is a real hopeless romantic. You've seen how much friendship means to him, and he knows being married is like having the closest of best friends, to love you forever, and who wants to be your friend for the rest of your life. He can't imagine anything more special than that, but he's also never had someone he felt like he could picture that kind of relationship with. Then of course you come into his life and fill it with kindness and laughter and warmth and suddenly he struggles to keep the l-word from falling of his lips every time you hold his hand, and he starts keeping a ring in his pocket for the moment he's at least 50% sure you might say yes.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite a violent streak and almost superhuman strength, Adrian would be so incredibly soft and gentle when it comes to you. He knows what it's like to have you feelings hurt again and again and he never wants to make you feel as awful as he does when he speaks to someone other than you. He'd make sure he never delivered his snark in your direction, and is quick to tell you how smart your ideas are, supporting you in whatever you want to do. Physically he'd try and be conscious of his strength too, holding your hand very softly, and giving only the nicest, gentlest touches to your face when the two of you kiss. Sometimes he'll get a little too excited though and lift you into the air, throwing you against a bed or pulling you into a hug that threatens to take your breath away.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do if? what are their hugs like?)

Adrian loves when you hug him so so much. The first time he feels you wrap your arms over his shoulders and pull him against your chest, a lump forms in his throat and he's not sure why, everything feeling so overwhelming as you tell him you're glad he came back from a mission safely. He'd think of nothing else for days, considering putting himself in increasingly dangerous situations just so you might have a reason to hug him. In the end he decides to just walk into your arms the next time he sees you, and surely enough you respond by giving him a firm squeeze and stroking his head as it rests on your shoulder. He'll always be asking for hugs now that you two are item, pulling you into his arms if he thinks it's been too long since you last gave him his fix.

i - injury (how would they act if they got hurt?)

At first when Adrian gets hurt around you, he plays it off as if he barely notices it, wanting to seem cool and tough and making sure you don't feel too worried about him. Even when he's bragging about how quickly he'll be healed up and back to normal, you still insist on cleaning up his cuts, and as you gently lift his chin with your finger and take such precious care delicately cleaning any wounds that haven't healed themselves yet, he'll kick himself for not letting you do this more often, being the focus of your attention, his favourite place to be. He'll quickly start acting like more and more of a baby when he gets hurt, insisting that you and only you patch him up, working up the nerve to ask you to kiss that little cut on his lip better.

When you get hurt, holy shit does this boy panic. He doesn't know how serious any pain is in someone who doesn't heal like him, so he constantly offers to drive you to the hospital, not calming down until you give him a little task to do instead so he can feel helpful.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Despite being such an objectively incredibly gifted person physically, Adrian has had a tough time making people like him in his life, which leaves him feeling pretty insecure about himself. So when he sees someone he thinks is a lot more 'normal' than him talking to you, he can't help but feel distraught that they can offer you a better life than he ever could. He thinks he is the luckiest person in the world for having landed someone as perfect as you, so it makes sense that his luck would run out at some point, forcing himself to at least slink over and find out a bit more about the person that's come to take you away from him. When you feel him approach, looking a bit sorry for himself, you make sure to tug his arm around your waist and introduce him as your boyfriend with the proudest smile you can, watching as his eyes brighten at the sound of your voice and a matching smile grows on his cheeks as he plants a huge kiss on yours.

Thankfully Adrian is probably too oblivious for anyone else to flirt with him, so you'll only experience jealousy when he talks devotedly about Peacemaker.

k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh my god, the first time you kiss Adrian, the vigilante has never been more caught off guard in his life. It doesn't matter how much flirting you've done, how many times your loving gaze has flicked between his eyes and his lips, the moment you press a soft, sweet peck to his little pouting lips, his brain is completely shutting down. Even the slightest kiss is so special to him that he thinks it's more likely you did it by accident than you actually want him to kiss you too. It will take you explicitly explaining that you have feelings for him and that you want to kiss him before he feels able to kiss you too, and by then he's smiling so widely he needs ten minutes to calm down before he even can.

Once you pass the newfound territory of little pecks whenever he sees you, moving to more intimate, open-mouthed, fingertips trailing through hair, full-bodied kissing behind closed doors, Adrian is like a man possessed. His usually very active mouth is finally quiet long enough to capture yours, pulling you into his lap where he can feel your full weight lean against him, a hungry marathon of sloppy kisses capturing your lips, moaning against you in overwhelming excitement. You can try and move your lips to his neck and mark him as your own, but as much as he loves the feelings of you bruising his skin, he finds himself whimpering until he can taste your sweet kiss again.

l - love language (what is their love language?)

Adrian likes to show and receive love through touch, the way he constantly keeps a hand on you as a reminder he's nearby and watching your back is his way of showing love all day. And when you lean in for a kiss and place your hand on his thigh, his heart feels like it's being wrapped in a soft woolen blanket, letting him know how much you truly care for him.

He loves to do little acts of service for you as well, like tidying things up around you if you've cooked him dinner, or picking something up on his way over to you because you mentioned being low of it last time he visited - he feels so at home with you, that he wants you to feel like your home is better for him being a part of it.

As well as the undeniable thrill he gets from the way you touch him, he's also a real sucker for words of affirmation. He's rarely been on the receiving end of kind words, and the important people in his life often seem embarrassed to acknowledge him and admit to knowing him, so when you unashamedly say you love him in front of the whole team, or call him your boyfriend when you pick him up from his day job, or tell him that something he's done is good and helpful, he feels over the moon and loved to his core.

m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Adrian feels like the kind of guy who is constantly a ball of pure energy. He wakes up fully alert and stacked to the brim with enthusiasm when he opens his eyes and has woken up next to his favourite person in the whole world. He wants so desperately to be considerate and let you rest, but he can't stop himself from practically vibrating with glee at the mere sight of you. He'll leave it as long as he can take it before he gently traces a finger over your skin, his heart fluttering from the tiny bit of contact before finally your eyes flutter open to the biggest smile you've ever seen. Once you're awake be prepared to get tackled into a huge hug, his mouth suddenly racing at a thousand words a minute telling you how much he missed you while he was asleep and how pretty you are in the morning and how even your snoring is cute. He could happily stay in bed with you forever, so you'll have to be the one to drag him out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast, where he'll continue clinging to you for dear life.

n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Adrian's always been a night owl, given so much of his patrols and missions take place at night. He much prefers the nights he spends with you though, trying to find a few hours of peace in an otherwise chaotic life. He likes that it's time that the two of you usually get to spend alone together, curled up in each other's arms with no plans you don't want and nowhere else you need to be except together. When you two crawl into bed, he loves to lay in the dark and just look at your features in the dimmest of moonlight, telling you his silliest thoughts, and some of the deep ones he feels too vulnerable to say with the lights on, never letting you fall asleep without a reminder of how much you mean to him and how much happier his life is with you in it.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Adrian has absolutely no filter when it comes to talking about his life, telling you everything you want to know, and a bunch of stuff you didn't even ask long before the two of you have even been on a date. In his mind, you're one of the first people that's ever seemed genuinely interested in him, and he wants to make the most of that before he inevitably reveals something about himself that will scare you off like he does with everyone else. The one thing he'd struggle to come out and tell you initially is just how much you mean to him. The feelings are so new and scary that he's sure there's no way you could feel the same, so you would have to be the one to put yourself out there and let him know he's bewitched your whole heart.

p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)

Thanks to all his training, patrolling, staking out locations, and worst of all having to work in a restaurant, Vigilante is surprisingly patient. He's more than happy to wait forever if it makes things less stressful for you, and he'd give up every second of his time to help you do something, he really is just that devoted. He only starts to get impatient when the two of you are apart, and it feels like his soul is aching to get back to your arms.

q - quality time (how do they like to spend with you?)

At first Adrian feels a lot of pressure to always be having the exciting kind of fun with you, suggesting lots of different date ideas and never wanting you to have a dull moment around him. It would take a bit of work for you to have him get used to just spending a night in with you, cuddled up together and doing very little, finally getting the idea in his head that you could never get bored of him. He still prefers to go out for dates with you most of the time, loving sitting at a bar or diner with someone who only wants to be with him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't adore the days the two of you spend every hour just talking in bed about nothing.

r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Because of the need to protect his identity, most of Adrian's interactions (even some of the most intimate ones) have been from behind his helmet, leaving him feeling a lot less confident in his face than he is in the rest of his body. Given you met him as Vigilante first, he was worried that you were disappointed the first time you saw the face under his mask, unable to read your expression by the time he put his glasses back on. He'd be very happy that your feelings for him grew despite that, but there would always be a voice in the back of his head that thought you liked him better with his helmet on.

So the first time the two of you were locked in your usual prolonged make out sessions and you hinted at going further than kissing, he immediately made the offer before you could ask for it;

"Do you want me to put my helmet back on?" The question would stop you dead in your tracks, trying to read his almost apologetic expression as you replied.

"That would make it pretty difficult to kiss you." You watched his eyes drift down to your lap as he struggled to make his case.

"But it means you only have to look at the best parts of me." His muscles seem to flex beneath you as if to assume that's what you want from him, the parts of him he can't work out feeling like a short-coming.

"I think every part of you is the best Adrian." His eyes snap up at your words, searching your gaze for deception or mocking and finding nothing but sweetness. "And I love your face." You trace a finger over his features as if considering each one and coming to only the happiest conclusion, "I like your eyes, and your glasses, and your nose, and your smile, and you're a good kisser, so overall your face is pretty damn important to me." With each soft touch he feels years of insecurity melt away, any self doubt dissolving under your loving gaze until he can't stand to not be kissing you a second longer, lifting you into his arms as he does and carrying towards the bedroom as quickly as his legs can manage after you've all but turned them to jelly.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

Adrian knows just how dangerous the world can be (although a big chunk of that danger comes from him personally) so he would feel incredibly protective of you from the first time you met. He likes being able to use his strength and skills to keep you safe, and make you feel like you're secure as long as he's around you, wanting to give you every reason to keep him close. He'd insist on escorting you everywhere he could, keeping an arm around you once he feels able to touch you that way. He feels especially lucky when you let him sleep over and he can watch over you while you sleep, making sure you have only the sweetest dreams.

It may not feel like you can do too much to protect a man like Vigilante, but everything you do makes him feel like nothing in the world can get to him. Your loving words and supportive encouragement protect him from the cruel teasing of others, and he knows that his sensitve heart is safe now that it belongs to you.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Adrian's waited a long time to have someone finally feel the way you do about him, and he would want to go out of his way every single day to show you how much he appreciates it. His efforts might sometimes come from a strange direction or be a bit misguided, but you will never feel like he takes you for granted, and he'll never be the kind to let an occasion pass without marking it. He'd love putting in effort every day with you, because the domestic life the two of you build together would make him so happy that doing the smallest jobs in your little home would feel like such an honour.

u - upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?)

Vigilante doesn't get upset very often, so when he does it's very easy to notice. The big warning sign is that he'll get very quiet, a real contrast to his usual monologue of adoration. He doesn't usually tell you what's wrong until you ask, worried about burdening you with something silly, but when you pull his head against your chest and rub his back softly, all his feelings will come pouring out, suddenly feeling so much lighter when he has your reassurance.

When you're upset Adrian is very quick to assume he's done something wrong, so he would be very quick to try and make up for it. It would be hard to stay sad about anything as he runs around desperately parading gifts in front of you and telling all his worst jokes until eventually you reassure him that you still love him and that it's something else bothering you, at which point he would collapse and cuddle you and make sure you had all your favourite things for as long as you need. (although the jokes don't stop)

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Adrian's owned the same four outfits for his entire adulthood and never really thinks about the way he looks out of his vigilante costume. He works out a lot and feels pretty good about that, but when you gently push his glasses up the bridge of his nose first thing in the morning, leaving a kiss of the bridge of it and beaming up at him, he'd start to feel pretty good about his looks too.

w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)

One of Adrian's favourite things in the world is when you come and pick him up from his day job at Fennel Fields. Sometimes he feels like his colleagues think he's a weird loser and he can't tell them anything else about himself for fear of giving his identity today (since he's kind of terrible at lying) so he can start to feel quite down about himself when he has his shifts there. Luckily all it takes is a split second glimpse of you as he's clearing his final tables for the day, and suddenly he feels like the biggest hero in the galaxy, racing to get finished so he can practically sprint out the door and into your arms. Sure it doesn't hurt if his colleagues see that he has an incredible partner who cares enough about him to come meet him after work, but what they think stops mattering to him the second he's basking in the light of your presence.

x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)

He's reasonably oblivious when it comes to reading just about anyone, and unfortunately that can apply to you too. You have to be pretty careful about telling him when you're being sarcastic or when he's done something you don't like, but luckily he's very quick to ask questions and check in with how you are, so the two of you would quickly find the best way to communicate.

y - yuck (what things do you do that they hate?)

Sometimes Adrian worries about the way you see the best in people, his black and white view of the world telling him that most people can't be trusted. That and when you break even the tiniest law (jaw-walking, speeding slightly, parked on double yellows for five seconds to pick him up) and he'd have to face his own hypocrisy because he knows he could never punish you.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Adrian wakes up a lot in the night because of how alert he is all the time. He tries to be careful about waking you, but sometimes when he gets up in his head worrying that something will happen to you and he can't get back to sleep, he'll shake you gently by the shoulder until you turn around and let him burrow under the blankets to lie against your chest, suddenly feel so much more at rest when your arms are wrapped around him, sleepily stroking over his back.

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professional-yapper · 3 months

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just a 3am thought for a request that i really want to read, but agedup!lo’ak with avatar!reader. spider has an avatar, reader an spider are close. the Omatikaya clan was having a celebration for (anything you want) spider and reader got up to do a traditional clan dance and Lo’ak got jealous (you can do anything you want whether it be a fluff, smut, etc💙

Why Not Me?

Lo'ak x Avatar! Reader

Warnings: reader is an oblivious queen, Lo'ak is insecure asf, spider and Lo'ak aren't super close in this, alcohol consumption

Here you go! Thought this idea was so cute but I don't think I've been able to do it justice 😭

Lo'ak walked alongside you, lost in his own thoughts as you kept up a steady stream of chatter. It was nice background noise, your voice as familiar to him as Neteyam's or Kiri's. Not that he was purposefully zoning out. Just that you weren't really talking for him to listen. He'd learned that from years of friendship. Sometimes you just needed to let that pretty mouth run itself ragged.

"Oh, and Mo'at asked me and Spider to do one of the traditional dances for the spring hunt ceremony. She wants us to show what we've learned," you said airily, glancing sideways at Lo'ak to gauge his reaction.

The young warrior had stiffened, golden eyes flicking to you, then away when he noticed you were already looking at him.

You laughed a little, confused. "What? What's up?"

Lo'ak shook his head and kept walking, but didn't get far. You caught him by the arm and backed him up against a tree, forearm pressed against his lean chest, which rose and fell a little raggedly beneath your arm, eyes blown wide as he looked down at you.

"Come on, Lo. What's so bad about me doing the dance? Or is it something else? You've been quiet all morning," you prompted, smiling a little, bracing yourself to keep him pinned there.

"It's nothing," he managed finally. Great Mother, how could you not see what you did to him?!

"Sure," you teased, tilting your head, but you stepped back and released him. And back into your sweet, mindless river of babble you went.

But this time Lo'ak listened, heart thudding painfully in his chest. It was dumb to be jealous. So dumb. He didn't even know if you and Spider were dancing together, or were just a part of a bigger dance. But his stomach still shrivelled into a hard little ball at the idea of Spider dancing with you, putting his hands all over you, making you laugh, making you breathless...

How could Lo'ak compare? Spider was built like a fucking tank, almost 10", like Kiri's biological mum Grace. Lo'ak was leaner, only 9"4, 9"5. Taller than his dad, at least, but he still couldn't help feeling totally inferior when standing next to Spider.

When it came to winning your affections, Spider was the obvious superior candidate. Funny, brave, a good hunter, liked by everyone...

It made Lo'ak sick.

"So I asked Spider to help me make a new outfit for the dance, and-" you were saying.

Lo'ak cut you off. "I can help you."

You squinted at him, eyes creasing at the corners in that irresistible way of yours. "You hate weaving and all that stuff. That's why I asked him."

"I want to help," he said stubbornly.

"You're always whining to me when your mum makes you fix something you've torn or worn a hole in. You say it's boring."

"It's not boring. Not to me," he insisted. "Not if it's you."

You blinked. "Okay. I'll tell Spider I don't need him to help anymore. Even if I know you're gonna bail after the first half hour." You punctuated that last bit with a laugh, but all Lo'ak could feel was something in his gut loosening with relief.

Even if Spider did the dance with you, he wouldn't have your attention, attention that was rightfully Lo'ak's, for more than an hour, anyway.

That was the thought that comforted Lo'ak through all the weeks leading up to the ceremony.

When he was helping you make your outfit.

When he insisted on helping you practice the steps, assuring you he knew them better than Spider anyway, even though he'd run away from any of his mother's attempts to teach him traditional dances as a child.

You didn't seem to mind.

And finally, when he was sitting with you mere minutes before you both would have to go to the ceremony and was helping you put on your ceremonial paint.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Lo'ak asked quietly, turning your face towards him as he dabbed paint on your forehead and cheeks gently, golden eyes meeting yours a little hesitantly.

You chuckled. "Course I do. Why? Do you think I'll mess up, after all the practice we've done?"

Lo'ak just shook his head and sank back into silence, not wanting to ruin your good mood with his feelings.

Not that anything really could ruin your mood at this point, it seemed. You were so excited, and as you tugged Lo'ak along behind you to go join the others, he would've smiled if he hadn't been steadily growing more upset.

Only made worse by Spider pushing through the crowd and catching you up in a hug, swinging you in a circle while you shrieked and slapped at his broad chest and shoulders. "You excited?" Spider asked cheerfully, setting you back on your feet and ruffling your braids.

You nodded, grinning back at him while Lo'ak glowered at the side of Spider's head, unable to contain his resentment. "Yeah. Should we go join the other dancers? I think Mo'at wants to see us before we start, anyway."

Spider hummed in confirmation. "Yeah, sure."

"Okay! Bye, Lo. I'll come find you after," you said, turning to Lo'ak and squeezing his elbow warmly.

His expression softened momentarily as he looked down at your happy face. He couldn't ruin this for you. "Yeah, I'll see you after," he murmured, wanting to pull you into a tight hug but not daring to smudge your paint.

You disappeared into the crowd, Spider's arm slung casually around your shoulders, both of you chatting happily.

Lo'ak stood there for a moment, then turned and went in the opposite direction. Preferably in the direction of the nearest alcohol.

Thankfully, one of the other warriors was passing around bottles. It was frowned upon by the elders, but Jake had said it was okay, and so it was okay.

Lo'ak plucked a bottle out of the warrior's hand and tilted his head back, wrapping his lips around the mouth of the bottle and gulping it back. He'd have to be at least a little tipsy to deal with the sight of seeing you with Spider.

Speaking of, Mo'at was calling for everyone to gather around, to create a circle around the fire that had been lit an hour or so earlier and fed steadily until it was a blaze.

Among the dancers, he found your face, glowing with excitement still. He smiled. You noticed him looking and smiled back, giving him a thumbs up before Spider caught you by the elbows and stepped into the dance with you, surrounded by a swirling crowd of equally decorated dancers.

You were radiant.

Twirling, twisting, stepping through the movements like you were walking on air...

And all the while, smiling, smiling, smiling. But at Spider. Not Lo'ak.

His stomach clenched again at the sight of you, whirling around with Spider's hands all over your precious body, without a care in the fucking world.

He had to look away.

"Little bro!" Neteyam's low voice said happily, and familiar hands clasped Lo'ak's shoulders from behind. A kiss was planted atop his head, even if Lo'ak knew instinctively to tip his head back so Neteyam could reach.

Much to Lo'ak's delight and Neteyam's exasperation, Lo'ak had grown to be taller by a good few inches.

"Teyam," Lo'ak grumbled, turning to face his older brother, feeling remarkably like a sulky little kid again.

"Woah, what's with the face?" Neteyam grinned, giving Lo'ak's cheek a light smack, eyes glittering.

Then he found your form in the swarm of dancers and seemed to make the connection. "Ah. Jealous, Lo?" he teased.

"Shut up, bro," Lo'ak grunted, shoving Neteyam's head away while the older man laughed. "S'easy for you to laugh. How would you feel if your mate was out there with Spider?"

"Mo'at asked them to," Neteyam said surprisingly. "They just said no."

Lo'ak admitted begrudgingly that they were brave for that. Mo'at nearly always got her way, on account of being too scary to refuse.

"So you still haven't fessed up?" Neteyam prompted. "It's been years, bro. I'm not saying you're wasting time, but you are wasting time."

"I can't tell them. They'll reject me," Lo'ak said desolately, sitting down on a treestump with a bump, bottle held limply between his knees.

"Come on. Don't be a wuss," Neteyam encouraged, rubbing his knuckles against Lo'ak's head. "They like you. It's obvious. And it was cute when you two were teens, but you're a grown-ass man now, Lo. They're not gonna wait for you forever."

Lo'ak remained silent, not wanting to admit that Neteyam was right.

Neteyam shrugged and sighed. "Ah, whatever. I was just coming over to check on you. My mate thought you looked lonely, sitting here with your bottle all by yourself. Don't get too drunk."

And with that Neteyam left, back to his own mate.

Lo'ak sat there for what felt like forever, sipping slowly from his bottle, seeking out to comfortable buzz of being drunk and not finding it. It just heightened his sick feeling and made him all twitchy, like bugs were crawling up his legs while he sat there waiting for you, watching you enjoy your life without him.

It wasn't that he wanted your whole life to revolve around him. He just wanted to be a part of it. But Lo'ak, you are a part of it, a small voice murmured.

Not in the way he wanted. He wanted to be able to kiss you and hold you and bury his face in your hair, and dedicate his hunts and wins to you without earning pitying looks from the rest of the tribe.

He wanted to be able to see you around other guys and not get jealous because you were all his.

He wanted-

"Lo!" you called, jogging out of the group of dancers, face and body covered in a sheen of sweat, grinning from ear to ear, tail waving happily behind you. Spider followed closely behind, also grinning and sweaty, but bid you goodbye and walked off before you reached Lo'ak.

You crashed into his arms without hesitation, throwing your arms around his neck, trusting him to catch you like always. "Did you watch me, Lo? Did I look okay? Spider thought-"

Lo'ak took a deep breath and tightened his grip on you, locking his arms around your middle and praying this wouldn't be the last time you ever let him near you after what he had to say. "Why is it always Spider?" he interrupted, the words coming out more plaintive than he meant.

You blinked, arms loosening around his neck. "What?"

"I mean-" Lo'ak paused, blushing to the tips of his ears, trying to find the words that would make you understand. "I feel- I feel like you like Spider more than me. And it hurts. We're best friends."

He didn't dare say that he wanted to be more.

Your ears drooped, as did your tail. But, for which he was grateful, you didn't try to free yourself from his embrace. "Spider's like a brother to me. You never used to have a problem with him. Lo, I'm serious. What's going on with you? You've been acting so weird lately."

Lo'ak looked upwards, asking Eywa for courage. "I just- I like you. More than friends. You mean the world to me. I know I shouldn't be jealous of Spider, but it kills me inside every time you ditch me for him anyway, because he's so much bigger and better-looking and better at stuff than me-"

"Hey. Hey," you said firmly, taking his face in your hands, looking serious for the first time in your life. "Lo'ak. Spider's not any of that stuff. I mean, yeah, he's bigger, but that's his avatar. They're genetically modified to have all the advantages.

"You can't help that. And as for better looking, I couldn't even tell you if he's good-looking or not. You're my idea of handsome. He doesn't even come into this. And he's not better at anything. He tries hard. If you tried hard, you'd be better. You know that.

"It's you for me, Lo. Don't be jealous. It always has been." You smile, a dopey little thing that makes him want to kiss you.

And he does, pressing his mouth to yours, burying his hands in your braids and angling your face upwards, kissing you till he feels properly drunk, just on the taste of you.

"You're mine," he breathed against your mouth, chest heaving, heart feeling like it was about to burst with relief. "Say it. I need to hear you say it."

"I'm all yours, Lo. Always have been," you say, pressing up against him like you want your body to melt into his. "All yours."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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these are angsty times, so i feel like a good angsty blurb about h never making time for you is one idea. but since these are angsty times, then maybe it also calls for fluff so maybe h likes to do one thing different in any of his songs for you every show? kind of like sabrina carpenter’s nonsense outro? so like maybe during keep driving, he always sings something different to you or about you?

pls tell me i’m making sense, i can’t talk i’m too excited

okay hello. of course my first blurb back would be requested at the hands of our very own nova (this is especially for you);

(this is part of the harryshouse!universe too)

It was a known thing that Harry was very much in love with you.

If anything, the poor man was so in love with you he got teased for it. Even the fans were in on some of the jokes. You being a well known Youtuber and social media influencer meant that Harrys doting love was often well publicised.

Actions such as him buying you flowers, him making you dinner or taking you out for a fancy dinner would be shown on your Instagram for fans, and everyone else, to see. However, simple things like stolen kisses, hand-written love notes and 3AM ice-cream runs for you were actions that you kept secret and close to your heart.

Those actions were yours and Harrys alone.

There were some actions, however that were made overtly public so even people that didn't have Instagram or follow you would hear of.

Some of Harrys love declarations made National news headlines.

Specifically the changing of lyrics at his concerts.

Like stated, it was no surprise that the love Harry had for you would cause him to do some crazy things, but Harry changing his lyrics on stage would always be on of the greater, funnier, gestures for you. What's more, is they were as public as they came.

It started with 'Keep Driving'. In New York, night 3.

Nobody was expecting the show to be any different musically to the night before, except for when he changed the lyrics to 'Keep Driving'. At first the fans thought he was singing a different song, but afterwards, through re-watching videos, they came to learn the new lyrics he'd made.

"Cocain, Y/N's boob. I choke her, with a sea view."

When you had come to realise what he had sung you had gone red in the face.

"Harry!"

He knew he was in trouble just from the fact you used his full and proper name, rather than he loving nicknames you used for one another.

"In the kitchen, love." He answered back, swivelling on the barstool chair to face the door you would come through.

When he saw you, you were red in the face and were shaking your head with a sarcastic grin. Harry smiled as he watched you walk over to him, dressed in one of his tour jumpers and a pair of joggers.

You stopped in front of him and he immediately brought you closer, sliding his warm hands underneath the jumper and running them up and down your back.

"What's with the pout, hm?" He asked.

"You know." You challenged him, wanting to see whether he did or did not in fact know.

"If it's about the fact I bought you Galaxy instead of Cadbury's chocolate, again, i've already apologised five times." He groaned.

"It's not about that actually," You shook your head, "But you should know that no amount of apologies will fix that problem."

Harry smiled and shook his head at you. "Then what, baby?"

You turned your phone around and showed him a video of the previous night on stage, singing the new version of ‘Keep Driving’. He nodded his head along to the music and you noticed no sense of regret or guilt to what he had done.

You looked expectantly at him once you’d finished showing it to him.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“What the fuck was that? You basically outed the fact that I am a very kinky lady.”

Harry snorted a laugh. “Baby, you’re not a lady if you let me choke you.”

“So you both admit and are okay with how you sang that verse.”

“Uh everyone knew the song was about you anyways, love. It’s not that hard to figure it out, since I’ve only ever been in love with you.” He counter argued, making very good points.

“Well now they’re starting a fan project to sing that line instead of the original version.” You grumbled. “So they’re collectively singing about my boobs and you choking me.”

He didn’t day anything but just smiled.

You pushed away from him but he was quick to grab your hand and pull you even closer back to his chest.

“At the end of the day, I’m only choking you.”

And at that, he had pretty much won the argument - later proving his last remark to you.

Since that ‘Keep Driving’ impromptu lyric change, Harry has been clever in building them into the rest of the set. He doesn’t make the lyric changes every night on stage, even if the fans do sing the new version, but sometimes he’ll be spontaneous and create a new one.

“If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you. Y/Ns the spoon, dip them in honey so I could be sticking to youu.”

There was even one show where he saw you standing with a tub of ice-cream and he came over to sing to you:

“Is that ice-cream edible, ‘Cause my stomach’s not that full. Can I have a little taste? Just a taste?”

Before he leant down to taste the ice-cream and screamed ‘oh yeah’ afterwards whilst he continued to dance.

Never was there quite someone who showed their love for their partner, the way that Harry did for you.

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yuusishi · 2 years

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Telling Heartslabyul boys about your world’s weird trends

I don’t even know how I got this idea it’s currently 2am but the boys’ reaction to you telling them that your world used to eat tidepods as a trend!

pairings: Riddle , Trey , Cater (separate) x gn!reader

genre: fluff , sort of crack-ish?

cws/tws: tidepod trend

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Riddle Rosehearts

complete and utter confusion.

“I remember when people used to eat tidepods in my world as a trend” “what are tidepods?”.

after explaining to him he just silences for a few moments trying to comprehend why on earth would people do that.

“Oh well, it’s not like stupid trends aren’t bound to happen on the internet” you answered but Riddle still had that look of shock in his face.

“(name), please tell me you didn’t do a trend such as that” he asked “Riddle, I’m still standing here alive”

would ask you a bit more about other trends in your world out if curiosity but please do not tell him any more dangerous ones.

“There’s a part of me that is glad I was born in Twisted Wonderland instead…” “But we could’ve met sooner if you were born in my world!” you jokingly whined.

being born in a world without magic then suddenly being taken to a world with it, he wonders if these trends happen out of boredom from having no magic or it’s the fault of stupid people influencing others…maybe both.

Trey Clover

“???”

another one that’s also extremely confused.

this man has worked in the kitchen how many times in his life, after hearing your explanation on what a tidepod is he was filled with nothing but worry and slight disappointment.

“Do people really not read packaging anymore or are some just…not the brightest” he sighed.

he later laughed it off to younger teens having too much time (and freedom) on their hands for their own good.

silence…

“Wait… (name), you didn’t do that trend, did you?”

you let out a hard laugh at Trey’s sudden worried inquiry and its timing, your contagious laughter soon got to Trey and you were both laughing heartily in the kitchen.

“Yes I did actually”

…

Trey stared at you with wide eyes as if he was trying to stare holes into your head.

“I’m just joking!” he breathed a sigh of relief.

Cater Diamond

“Look, I know I’m the magicam-addict here but what.”

he was silently laughing in astonishment after you explained the trend, his hands covering his face.

“(name), I don’t know if I should be worried or disappointed at your world…” his voice came out slightly hoarse from his earlier laughter.

Cater’s seen a lot of stupid trends created by influencers on Magicam over the years, some definitely coming close to the one you just mentioned.

honestly I think he won’t even be as shocked as Riddle and Trey at that trend because of how much time he’s spent on social media seeing stupid posts, the most he’d be surprised at were people putting their health in very obvious danger but still doing it.

Cater definitely tells you about Twisted Wonderland’s own set of stupid trends they’ve had over the years that he can remember.

you spent the rest of the afternoon laughing with Cater about both of your own experiences seeing dumb and funny things on social media.

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It is 3am and I will pass out now, good night 🙏, I also didn’t take this fic seriously so if it’s shitty that’s why. It’s a crack fic after all 😋.

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skz317cb97 · 11 months

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Drunk Confessions pt 2

Minho x Female reader

Word count: 1.9K

Synopsis: What happens when you drunk dial the wrong person and confess your love for Minho

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Part 2 of the SKZ Drunk Confessions! This one is on the softer side but I hope you all like it. Warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, unprotected piv sex, cream pie. That's it this one is kind of soft. If by chance I did miss something that should be added please let me know and I will add it asap!

You were lying in bed after a night out drinking with girlfriends. Your mind was a swirl of emotions and alcohol after thinking about your crush Minho and having way too many apple pie shots.

The shots were so good though and went down so easily and apparently you did too after about eight of them. Your friends had to drag you up to your apartment, one of them just crashing on your couch. You needed to talk, to vent, but you didn’t want to wake her. You’d been enough trouble for her for one night.

You decided to call Jisung and get some of this out of you, he would listen to you vent about your stupid crush as long as you needed him to. You needed a Jisung vent session asap. You grabbed your phone, not paying attention to what time it was, and squinted at it, tapping at the screen until you heard ringing.

It was 3am when Minho’s phone rang. He squinted and saw your contact photo on his screen and answered immediately worried there might be an emergency. It wasn’t like you to call him so late.

“Y/n? Hello?” You snickered and let out a sigh.

“Youuu sounded like Minho jus now Sungie.” Oh you were way drunk.

“Y/n it is-” You cut him off.

“Jisung I love ‘im somuch I’m you sound like him. You know only you can know though so shhhh don’t tell Minho.” He couldn’t help but laugh, endeared by your drunken state.

“I won’t tell him. Don’t worry.” You giggled again.

“I know Sungie. Do you think he has any idea?” Minho hummed.

“I think he might have a clue.” You sighed heavily.

“Then why’s he so unavailable? He doesn’t like me back?” He disagreed.

“Hmm no I think he does, I think he only realized recently that you feel the same way he does.” You let out a dreamy sigh.

“You really think that Sungie? You think he loves me too?”

“Yes I do.” Minho confessed.

“Why don’t you get some rest and we’ll talk tomorrow.” You hummed already half asleep on the phone with him.

“Kay Sungs. Loooove you!” Minho laughed.

“I love you too.” The next morning your friend that crashed over woke you to let you know she was leaving and you decided to get up and make some coffee to try and combat the hangover that was setting in. As soon as you took that first soul wakening sip of that black gold you heard a knock on your door. Assuming it was your friend who left something you shouted to come in and low and behold Minho came walking into the kitchen.

“OH! Min, I thought it was Addy coming back. What are you doing here?” He smirked at you.

“I thought you might want to discuss our conversation from last night a bit more thoroughly.” You were confused.

“Have you officially lost it Min, we didn’t talk last night. I drunk dialed Jisung and then crashed hard.” He was chuckling very amused.

“No you drunk dialed me thinking it was Jisung. Go on look at your call log.” You grabbed your phone and opened it and sure enough the last phone call out was not Jisung but Minho.

“Oh.” You were leaning against your counter and Minho walked towards you, placing a hand on the counter on each side of you effectively trapping you.

“Yes oh indeed. You said some things last night that I feel like you should have been sharing with me instead of Jisung.” You tried to play stupid, like you didn’t remember anything, even though you knew it was pointless.

“Did I? Funny, what did I say.” He raised one of his sharp eyebrows at you.

“You know.” You shook your head no.

“You knooow...” He repeated, you stood there silent refusing to admit it out loud.

“You like me no no you looooooove me.” He poked your nose and continued in a sing song voice.

“You loooove me, you L.O.V.E. meee-” You got upset.

“Don’t tease me! It’s not nice to tease someone because they have a crush.” You pushed him away and stormed off. Minho followed and gently grabbed you by the hand stopping you. You pulled your hand away mad.

“You let a person down gently when you don’t like them back Min you don’t boop their nose and tease them.” Minho shook his head.

“Don’t like you ba- did you listen to anything Jisung, well I, said last night?” You stopped and thought. You really didn’t remember everything. You had been tired.

“I told you that I liked you too y/n. That I love you too.” Your heart skipped a beat hearing those words come from those beautiful lips. Minho stepped closer, leaned in and kissed you. His pouty lips softly pressing against yours. He pulled a breath away.

“I love you y/n.” Your eyes got big and teary.

“I love you too Min.” He kissed you again and you both broke the kiss laughing.

“Sooo does this make you my girlfriend now?” You smiled ear to ear hearing him call you that and nodded.

“I think so...” He smiled too.

“Good can I take my girlfriend on a date tonight?”

“Of course, I’d love to go out with you tonight Min.” He raised that eyebrow again.

“Not too hung over.” You shook your head.

“Never.”

“Then be ready at 7 beautiful I’ll be here to pick you up for dinner and we’ll skip drinks.” You laughed agreeing. He kissed you one more time and left you to go about your day and get ready.

At 7 Minho picked you up and took you out for burgers and fries at your favorite diner. You went for a walk by the river and then he drove you home. He’d been a perfect gentleman the entire night but still his regular Minho self.

You stood at your open door and just as Minho was about to say something you kissed him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your lips parted, your tongue invading his mouth. Minho gripped your hips and kissed you back. It was so intense, hearts racing, blood boiling.

Minho unapologetically lit your whole body on fire when he touched you, kissed you. When you both broke the kiss to breathe you laughed, your foreheads pressed together.

“You know what’s the great thing about the first date with someone you’ve known a long time?” You asked and he shook his head. You leaned in to Minho’s ear.

“If you want, you can fuck guilt free.” He looked at you, his eyebrows raised and a smirk plastered on his face.

“Is that so.” You nodded.

“Mhmm.” Minho was just about to say something else but you pulled the lapels of his jacket kissing him, backing into your apartment, pulling him with you.

“I like a girl who’s not afraid to take control...” Minho suddenly kicked the door closed and pushed you against the wall.

“But don’t be fooled into thinking I’ll just let you.” He kissed you hard and bit your lip teasing you. His lips and teeth trailed down your neck.

“Fuck, Min, please don’t tease me.” He groaned.

“Ughh, teasing is the best part.” His lips ghosted across your skin and you got goosebumps.

“Not tonight please, just need you.” You grabbed his face and kissed him.

“Take me to bed.” You jumped wrapping your legs around Minho’s body. He caught you his hands firmly holding you up by your ass.

“Make me yours Min.” You kissed him again. Minho carried you to your room, set you down on your feet and spun you so your back was facing him. He slapped your ass.

“Go on then, get those clothes off beautiful.” You rubbed the spot on your ass and smirked at him before stripping your clothes while he removed his own. Minho climbed on your bed, sat against your head board and patted his lap.

“Come on then, here’s your seat.” You giggled and climbed over crawling up his legs and sitting on his lap. His hand trailed down your cheek.

“Hey beautiful.” You got a little shy suddenly, sitting there naked on Minho’s lap him looking at you like that, like the only thing in the room, the only thing in the world.

“Hey.” He held your face and kissed you.

“You good?” You nodded biting your lips and Minho smiled.

“Good.” You kissed him again, deeper. You made out on his lap for a little while and once you couldn’t take having only his lips you positioned yourself over his cock and sank down on him.

“FUCK!” Minho gripped your hips once he was fully inside you.

“Give me just a second there beautiful, fuck!” Minho didn’t realize how good it would feel inside you and he needed just a minute or he might blow way too soon leaving you very not satisfied and he couldn’t do that.

You did as Minho asked and gave him a moment. You were in no hurry. Finally, after a minute of willing his balls to calm the fuck down, Minho gave you the signal that you could start moving. When you did he felt amazing inside you.

“God Min, you feel so good.” You started a rhythm riding him, gripping his shoulders for support. Minho just held your hips and let you go, watching you take what you wanted was such a turn on for him.

“Such a good girl, ride me so well, feels unreal.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him more while you continued to chase your orgasm that was approaching quickly.

“I’m... god I’m gonna cum!” Minho just held you not wanting to mess up the rhythm you had.

“Take it jagi yea? Cum for me.” You wrapped your arms around him tightly and held on as waves of ecstasy washed over your whole body.

“Yesyesyesyes! God fuck yes Minho!” You finally sat still in his lap shaking from your orgasm and kissed slowly, passionately. Minho moved putting you on your back taking his place between your legs.

“You really are so beautiful.” You started blushing.

“I love you Minho.” He leaned down and kissed you.

“I love you too.” He kissed you again and this time he sank into you. He wrapped one of your legs around his waist and pushed in deeper.

“FUCK! YES!” Hearing you lit Minho’s fire and he started to fuck you harder.

“So good god yes! So beautiful, my gorgeous jagiya!” You held on for dear life as Minho fucked you.

“Min please, cum for me please.” He groaned and rested his forehead in the crook of your neck. You thread your fingers through the hair at his nape and whispered in his ear.

“Cum. For me. Cum for me Minho. I’m yours.” He moaned and pushed deep inside you as he came.

“Yes, fuck, so soft, so warm.” He laid down on top of you and you traced your fingers up and down his back as you both came down. After a moment he took a deep breath and rolled off of you and pulling you over onto him. You rested your head against his chest and listened to his steady heart beat as it lulled you to sleep.

“I’m glad I drunk dialed you last night instead of Jisung.” You said half asleep out of nowhere. You nuzzled in on the edge of passing out entirely.

“Me too beautiful,” Minho chuckled.

“Me too.”

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year

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Oooh please i’d love a one shot or a drabble of his inner monologue!

Butterflies

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd starts to realize that the feeling he is feeling towards Sunshine isn’t hatred.

warnings: fluff, realization of feelings, denial, slight angst

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is when they both were in Harvard, so way before having LJ

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

You curse as the canvas almost slips from your fingers. The canvas isn’t that heavy and big, but you also have to carry your bag and the books that didn’t fit in there anymore.

Most of the Students are already done for today or are learning in the library, so the hallway isn’t that crowded. You still have to hurry though because it’s going to rain and getting your canvas wet isn’t something that you would want. Normally you are allowed to leave your projects in a room, but apparently not this time.

You walk out the door and already see how dark clouds start to cover the blue sky. You start to walk the shortest way to your dorm. It’s difficult though, to hurry while carrying your canvas and the rest.

The sky is now completely covered by dark clouds. It’s going to start raining any second now. You are so fucked.

“He cut his ear off”, a voice from behind suddenly says, making you jump and letting the canvas slip out of your fingers. Just before the canvas hits the floor, a hand catches it. “Did I scare you?” the voice says mockingly.

You turn around and see the boy from the party. Instead of a brown coat and scarf, he’s wearing a tight polo shirt and dark jeans. You can see some sweat on his forehead. He probably came from football practice and judging by the smirk and somehow happy mood, practice was good.

“Yes, you scared me”

“Good”, he says with a cocky smirk.

A smile spreads on your face as you realize what he first said. “You did some research on Van Gogh”

His smirk disappears. “Well, I uhm just wanted to know what shit you were talking about”. You don’t have to know that Lloyd actually went to the library at 3am because he wanted to know who was that man that you were so fascinated by. It took him quite a while because he forgot the name of the artist. Apparently Vincent ven Google doesn’t exist.

You nod smirking “mhm”.

He groans, “don’t get cocky. That’s my job, Sunshine”.

The smirk on your face disappears, instead the smile comes back. “Thank you for catching my Canvas”, you say. Lloyd pulls it away as you reach for it. “Uhm, can I have it back?”.

“No”

“What?” you say confused, reaching for it again only for him to hold it above his head, making you unable to reach it.

“Why should I give it back?” he says.

“It’s my Canvas”

“Is it?”

You take a deep breath. “Yes, it is”.

Lloyd looks unimpressed. “Hmm. I don’t see you holding it” he leans closer. “So it’s mine”.

“Give me it” you jump up trying to grab it, the Books in your other Hand Male it Hard though.

“I don’t think so”

“Please”, you say, giving him a slight glare. Lloyd just laughs at your glare. It’s not scary, it’s cute-No, dumb.

He leans closer. “Beg”.

The expression on your face turns to disgust. “I’m not going to beg”.

“Then I keep it”, he says, turning like he’s about to leave. Lloyd waits for you to tell him to stop and start begging. Like always, you surprise him with your actions.

“You little piece of shit”

He didn’t expect that.

Lloyd turns around and looks at you with an angry look. “What did you just say?”.

“I said you Little piece of shit. Do you want me to spell it out for you?”

Lloyd takes two big steps towards you. Now face to face with you. Well, face to chest with you. You can feel his breath hitting your face. He leans over you, towering over you and glaring down at you. “Oh, sunshine”, he says in a threatening tone.

Lloyd looks you up and down, deciding what he’s going to say next. Somehow, he doesn’t want to scare you. But why? Why can’t he be mean? It’s so easy to be mean. He shouldn’t have to worry about someone’s feelings. For god’s sake, he’s Lloyd Hansen! Not some weak butt waxing twink!

He snaps back when he hears you talk first.

“Yes, moonlight?”, you ask teasingly.

He takes a small step back and looks at you confused, “What did you just call me?”. Lloyd can’t believe that you just called him that.

“Moonlight”, you say.

“Don’t call me that!” Lloyd demands. Moonlight? That’s so…cute. Disgusting!

“Why not? You also don’t call me by my name”

Lloyd lets out a cold laugh. “Well, I can’t even remember your stupid name. Also, I wouldn’t give a shit about your name. I call you whatever I want…Sunshine. Now you better call me by my name, or” he licks his lips “you can always call me daddy, Sunshine”, he says, giving you a cocky smile.

Of course he knows your name. He remembers how he kept saying your name while he-NO.

A small chuckle leaves your mouth as he says that. “I never complained about the nickname. I like you calling me Sunshine”, you say, “by the way, I don’t even know your name”.

Lloyd stares at you, not believing what you just said. “What do you mean?”, he asks.

“You never told me your name”

Lloyd thinks hard. Did he really lay with you on a porch the whole evening completely high and he didn’t even tell you his name? He quickly stops feeling bad for not telling you. Everybody should know him. He’s like the most famous person at Harvard and a football player. So he scuffs and says, “Ha, everyone knows me. Either you are lying or really dumber than I originally thought”

“I’m sorry that I don’t know every preppy frat boy. While you try to get every girl to fuck you and spent most days partying. I learn, so don’t tell me im dumb.”

Lloyd moves closer again with a scowl on his face “I don’t try to get every girl to fuck me, Sunshine. Every girl tries to get me to fuck them” he smirks “that’s different”.

You roll your eyes at him. “Sorry I didn’t indented to strike your ego”.

“You didn’t. I don’t listen to what a little girl is saying”

The air turns colder, and the clouds turned even darker. It’s going to rain any minute now. Lloyd sees how you look at the sky before he says, “let’s walk somewhere where we won’t look like a fucking wet dog in a second”. He surprises himself with saying that. Ok yes, normally he would’ve walked somewhere, so he doesn’t get wet either way, but not tell the other person to come with him. The devil on his shoulder starts to get annoyed with his behavior.

You nod and you both walk towards somewhere under roofed. The first raindrops begin to fall down. Both of you start walking faster towards the school library. Lloyd doesn’t seem to like the idea of going inside a stupid library, but otherwise it’s the nearest under roofed place and not many people will be there. No one will see him there with you.

As you both walk in, you get greeted with a warm wave and the smell of dark wood and paper. It’s quiet and so far you can tell no one else is here.

Lloyd makes and grimace as he takes in the place. To him it really looks like a circus for nerds. Hundreds of books, many different kinds and all of them are fucking boring. Why would people willingly spend time here. He turns towards you as you rip the canvas out of his hands.

“Thank you for carrying my canvas”, you say, giving him a warm smile, and Lloyd feels his heart melt. You look so cute with your slightly entangled hair du to the wind, small raindrops on your forehead, your shining eyes and thin mint colored cardigan.

“Your welcome, Sunshine”

Both of you walk to a small corner of the library. Lloyd wants to because he doesn’t want to be seen and you just follow him. He’s leaning against the bookshelves while you are sitting at a study table. The library is filled with the sound of the rain hitting the roof.

Lloyd is the first one to say something, “You are weird”.

Your eyes go wide, “huh?”.

“You are fucking weird”

“Why?”

“Because-“ Lloyd thinks for a second “you paint”

“And that’s why im weird?” you say, confused.

Why did he have to start this conversation? Lloyd thinks to himself. He could’ve just said something like ‘I love my dick’ or ‘I destroyed everyone is baseball’, but no, he had to say that. Great job.

You tilt your head when you hear nothing, and Lloyd lets out a snarl. His face is ridiculous. He's watching you like a predator watches its prey. He's standing there, utterly motionless, his body tensed as if ready to strike.

He throws up his hands, “can’t you just shut up for ones?”, his tone shows annoyance.

Your eyebrows furry and you softly hold up your hands a bit “alright, calm down”.

His piercing eyes stare into yours with a cold, calculating intensity and you knew that you had to handle this carefully. You don’t understand how someone can have such sensitive impulse problems. He’s like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any second.

The air is thick and neither of you says anything. Both of you are sitting in silence for quiet awhile. The silence gets broken when you take out some papers from your bag, and Lloyd’s cold gaze slowly falls into confusion and curiosity.

You grab a paper and start folding it. Each fold sits perfectly. He watches you as you continue to fold the paper. Lloyd would never say it, but he really, really wants to know what you are doing. After a minute, you are done. In your hand, a little paper bunny.

“Origami, really?” Lloyd asks, raising a brow.

You nod your head as you get out another paper “yes”. It’s silent again, the only sound coming from you folding the paper.

After your fifth origami, Lloyd moves from his place again the bookshelves and walks towards the table you are sitting on and takes a place next to you. He doesn’t say anything as he takes a piece of paper and starts folding it.

Your eyes move away from your own paper towards his face and then his own paper. His origami is so far fantastic. A smile slowly forms on your face. “You can do origami”, you state.

He lets out a scoff. “Oh, really”, he says sarcastically, “nice to see that your eyes are working”.

“That was a compliment, Moonlight. You origami is really good”

A blush creeps up on his face as you said that. You just gave him a compliment, a really nice one too. Obviously, he gets compliments a lot for his baseball skills, his looks, his dick, his skills in sinful acts. But this is somehow different. He doesn’t know why though. Also, you said this stupid lovely nickname again. Lloyd hates it obviously………a lot…… .

He quickly coughs and tries to hide his red face somehow. “Uhm, I uh ok…I know im good”.

You shoot him another smile before focusing back on your origami, which makes you unable to notice how Lloyd turned his attention now towards you. He doesn’t watch your hands folding the paper though, no; he stares at your face. Like the night you met when you sketched him, you frown again when you get into details. Lloyd is almost 100% sure that you don’t even know that you frown when you concentrate on the details. He quickly looks back again when you lift your head a bit.

Both of you are folding origami in silence.

“Its Lloyd” Lloyd breaks the silence.

“Huh?” you ask, turning your head.

“My name”, he says, “my name is Lloyd Hansen”. His eyes move to yours.

“Lloyd” you try out his name, with a smile “It fits”.

A chuckle leaves Lloyd’s mouth. “Well thank you”. He doesn’t even realize that he just said thank you or that he is showing some sort of kindness.

You tilt your head, “I prefer Moonlight though”, you say with a teasing look.

He gives you an almost playful glare “Oh, sunshine. Be honest, you are just too dumb to remember my name. Is Alzheimer already kicking in?”.

You return the playful glare and say, “No, maybe by you. You are overall already wearing grandpa clothes”, you point to his clothes.

“Excuse me”, he hold a hand to his chest, “in what world is a polo shirt grandpa clothes?”

“In a world where old people are playing golf, but actually just because they want to see young girls in short skirts. Rich old man who are looking for someone that gets their wrinkly not working old dicks up”.

He looks at you maybe because your beautiful lips just lead out such mature words or because you compared his dick to an old mans disgusting dick. Either way, he’s speechless.

“I’m just kidding”, you say and continue to fold. Surprisingly, Lloyd doesn’t say anything.

Time flies fast. Both of you are now about two hours in this library, folding origamis, filling the whole table. While you did a bunch of flowers origami’s, Lloyd did butterflies. A bunch of cute little butterflies.

In those two hours, neither of you said a word let alone opened their mouth.

Lloyd finishes another butterfly and moves to grab another paper but only comes in contact with the surface of the table. He looks and sees that you both ran out of papers. Lloyd would never admit it, but he’s actually pretty sad that he cant fold anymore origami’s. If no one including were around, he would probably grab a book and rip some pages out, but that would mean that he wants to fold some more origami’s and he was obviously just folding them before just because be was bored and not because he was actually enjoying it…duh.

You notice it too, “I guess that’s it” you turn to look at your guys origami work “that’s quite much”.

“What are you fucking smiling at, Sunshine” Lloyd says as a smile breaks out on your face. His eyes don’t show coldness.

“I like your butterflies” you point to his work “they are cute”.

He tries desperately to hide the blush that is about to take over his whole face. No one ever said something like at to him, ok, to something he did. A thank you would be the right thing to say.

“Better than your trash”

Great job.

“Moonlight”, you begin, making him let out a sigh, “don’t say that. I did a bunch of different origami’s. You just did the same one over and over again for two whole hours”.

“Ok ok, yours look pretty good too…but mine still look better”. How deep did he fall to actually say something like that? He already said thank you today and now also some form of sorry. The devil on Lloyd’s shoulder is furious, but for the first time, the angel on his shoulder is smiling. For the very first time.

“Thank you, Moonlight” you say, your face shows true thankfulness “here’s something for you for being that nice” you say and give him a piece of paper.

Lloyd chuckles and goes for folding it, but stops when he looks at the piece of paper. It’s not just a piece of paper, it’s the sketch. The sketch you did on the night you both lay on the. He suddenly feels like it’s that night again where it was just you and him alone, together. His face starts to glow and a soft smile appears on his face, and not because he’s looking at a hot sketch of himself, but because it’s you. It’s you who did it for him. It’s you who spend the night laying on the floor with him, who sacrificed her cardigan so he would even sit on the floor, who shared brownies with him, who was nice even though he was his typical asshole self.

Who he almost kissed.

“Turn it around”, you say softly.

Lloyd turns the paper and in the right corner he sees why you wanted him to do it around. In a soft handwriting it says:

To my Vincent ven Google

“I didn’t knew your name and uhm”, you stutter a bit “I just thought that would fit because uhm you know-”. You stop talking when Lloyd grape your hand and kisses it.

“Thank you, Sunshine”, he whispers and lets your hand immediately go after it.

Lloyd looks at you softly. The soft yellow light of the library shining at your face and making it look like porcelain, but also soft. Lloyd wants nothing more than to caress your cheek. To touch you. To feel you. Not in the sexual way, though. In a way he can’t describe.

He doesn’t know why he feels the way he feels around you. It’s like around him is always some darkness, keeping him locked in a cocoon, locked from the light. That’s until you came and manage to break a part of his cell. It’s like he finally sees the sunlight, and it’s so warm. It’s like nothing he ever felt before. The warmness is going through him like deadly radiation, but somehow he doesn’t feel like he’s going to die. He feels like he’s going to live, which is weird because he’s already alive. His body is alive, he can run, jump, fight and every other physical activity. Now it’s though, like his heart is alive. Like before it was just an empty thing in his chest with no true benefit, but now its beating, its moving fast and loud.

Not only his heart became alive and making him feel something he never felt before, but he’s also feeling some kind of warmness down there. Not his dick. He’s feeling warmness in his stomach, which sound even weirder than the stuff before that. It’s not just warmness. It’s like a warm sunshine is dancing in there, letting him feel a complete new kind of emotion. He doesn’t hate it though, no. He likes it. He likes these new feelings. He likes the warmness he’s feeling.

Lloyd moves closer to you, your shoulder touching. He can smell your soft flower perfume. Well, he doesn’t even know if it’s a perfume or if it’s really just how you smell. He likes it either way. You too can smell his cologne. It still smells fucking expensive.

Neither of you saying something or looking at the other. You both stare forward. The feeling in Lloyd’s chest and stomach is getting bigger and bigger, and not only by him.

You feel it too. This feeling. It’s a bit different from Lloyd’s though. It’s more like you’re lost in a desert, no clouds coating the skin, nothing except the ocean of sand. You’re drowning in this ocean alone, helpless. Until darkness encases the hot sunshine and pulls you out of the ocean. It’s cold and dark, but safe. Instead of being scary, it’s like a night light. Trillion little lights shining in the dark, each telling a story, a secret behind the darkness of their outer appearance. Then there’s the sun of the darkness, the sister of the warm sun. A cold sun. The light of the moon is peaceful and quiet instead of the loud shine of the sun.

For the first time, your heart is not overheating. It’s not beating like it’s on fire. It’s calm. Like a layer of light encased it. Not a warm light, a dark peaceful light. Like the moonshine is wrapping itself around the flame like a glass to extinguish the flame.

You feel like the moonshine is dancing inside your stomach. Like a million shooting stars are flying in the beautiful darkness.

Your hands move closer until they touch, both of your hearts beating faster and the dancing in your stomach grows. Lloyd pinkie moves onto your hand and wraps around yours, intertwining your pinkies. Your pinkie pulls his closer, making him blush and this time he doesn’t try to hide it.

He moves his other hand towards your face and softly grabs your cheek and turns your head towards his. Now it’s your turn to blush. Lloyd looks at your lips before he moves his eyes to look into your shining eyes. He swears that the sunshine is his stomach is now rocking the dance floor as your hand that is not intertwined with his pinkie moves to the space between his shoulder and neck. Lloyd feels your warm fingers come in contact with his cold skin. You now move your gaze to his lips too, and Lloyd sees that as the final consent to do his next move.

He slowly pulls your face closer and closer. He needs to kiss you.

The night you both met you told him that he should sometimes use a chapsticks for his ‘crusty’ lips and he declined and said that’s not for men. He secretly used them, and his lips never felt softer before. It’s not like he’s scared that you will say that his lips are crusty when he kisses you. Ok, he is, but the chances are slim thanks to the chapsticks.

You both start to lean and close your eyes, only a millimeter, till your lips finally touch.

Your lips meet.

At least that’s what Lloyd hoped for, but a loud noise broke what was supposed to be your guys first kiss in the last second.

A growl leaves Lloyd’s mouth. He was so close to kissing you. SO CLOSE. He stops his inner tantrum when he listens to the noise and jumps up from the table.

“LLOYD, where the fuck are you?” Denny screams, giving zero fuck about the students who try to study. “Do you see him?” he asks the rest of the football team.

You both were so concentrated on your origami’s that you didn’t even realize that it stopped raining, and Lloyd’s frat bros aka. Team members looked for him. He doesn’t know why really, because normally they leave him be. When he’s not training, partying or having a game, he is fucking.

Lloyd needs to get out NOW. They can’t see him here, not in a library, not in a library….with you. He turns to you for a second and sees you looking at him with a neutral expression. Lloyd immediately looks away and just as he is about to sneak around the corner to the door to get outside with none of his bros noticing him, he slightly turns his head not turning to look at you though, and says “goodbye, Sunshine”.

Then he flees.

Not a minute later Carmichael walks by and looks at you with his dark eyes, which show no emotions, before he continues his search.

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༊*·˚ COLLEGE CLICHES. featuring haruchiyo sanzu, manjiro sano, keisuke baji, ken ryuguji, takashi mitsuya.

∴ SYNOPSIS : sappy and stupid college cliches i think the tokyo rev boys would fit.

∴ CONTENT : highschooler tries to write about college, fluff if you squint, this is a little silly, gn reader (no referring pronouns.)

∴ NOTE : if u would wanna see this with a few other characters feel free to lmk! hope u enjoy :]

༉‧₊˚. HARUCHIYO SANZU — who is your lifeline in adv calc, when your teacher is the biggest asshole and neither of you are as good at math as you thought.

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sanzu slowly rubbed over the skin on his face as his eyes danced between his computer screen and textbook, and he came to the conclusion he genuinely had wanted to just die right then and there.

his professor was driving him absolutely insane; another old man with a stick up his ass, who he swore only took up teaching to make a bunch of college kids feel like idiots, and it didn’t help that he was shit at his job either. sanzu wasn’t built for school, let alone calculus, and every day he remained in that class he questioned what the fuck possessed him to take it in the first place.

he threw the cover of his textbook closed and picked up his phone, opening his messages to the only reason he hadn’t dropped the aforementioned course.

sanzu: this prof is fucked

sanzu: like seriously wtf is half of this shit

♡: switch courses i dare u

sanzu smirked down at his phone when you had responded so quickly.

you two had made an agreement upon meeting at the beginning of the semester, and quickly bonding over your regret for choosing adv calc; the first person to drop the course owed the other one $100. (a good chunk of money, considering you were both broke.) it was the start of a beautiful friendship, and an even more passionate shared hatred for the man you were meant to be learning under. plus, haruchiyo couldn’t deny that he enjoyed talking to you outside of complaints and 3am meltdowns over whatever the hell the derivative matrix was.

♡: or come study with me

♡: cus idk wtf im doing either

sanzu: switch courses i dare u

♡: kys come over

sanzu snorted to himself, swiftly turning around in his chair and throwing his belongings into his cross body bag. as shitty as his class was, at least he had met someone worth sticking around in it for.

sanzu: im omw relax

♡: can u get coffee on ur way

sanzu: what happened to please

♡: please haruchiyo my favourite man in the whole entire world

sanzu: drop calc with me and i will

♡: shut up tbh

it was worth a shot.

༉‧₊˚. MANJIRO SANO

— who hit a volleyball straight into your cranium and insisted he buy you lunch as an apology.

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embarrassed was an understatement for what you felt.

it was like some terrible romcom, something you only see happen in movies with an unrealistic representation of what post-secondary school was actually like.

some blonde boy— one who you’re sure you could have gone your entire life without knowing rather peacefully— handed you a bag of ice, along with a neatly wrapped egg sandwich from the cafe he’d dragged you to.

“you sure your head is okay?” he watched as you pressed the cold plastic to the back of your skull.

“yeah, i don’t think it hit me as hard as it looked.”

“well, it did kinda knock you off your feet.”

you glared at mikey, and he had to stifle a laugh at the expression on your face.

“i’m sorry! you’ve gotta admit it’s kinda funny right?”

you used your teeth to unwrap some of the parchment paper and took a bite from your sandwich, at least the food was good.

“you nearly took my head off.”

“well it's less funny when you put it like that.”

you couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped past your lips at how casual he was being, despite the context that you were two total strangers.

“seriously though, ‘m sorry. y’know i never would have hit you if i was playing soccer, volleyball is a shit sport anyway” the way he crossed his arms and pouted like a little kid was the slightest bit endearing. “i mean, why use your hands when your feet work so much better?”

maybe it was the spur of the moment, or the likely concussion giving you a skewed sense of judgement, but part of your brain was starting to like him.

mikey couldn’t explain it either, but a similar part of his brain was glad he had gotten the chance to meet you, though the circumstances weren’t ideal.

“hmmm…i dunno,“

he tilted his head at you, wondering where your sentence was headed.

“i think you’re gonna have to buy me lunch a couple more times to make up for it.”

mikey couldn’t help but smile, he poked your forehead.

“i must have hit you way harder than i thought.”

༉‧₊˚. KEISUKE BAJI

— who always throws the best parties, but never actually enjoys them unless you show up.

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the pounding on the door of your dorm was quick to pull you out of your focus, forcing your nose out of your books. there was only one person who would knock so aggressively at such an ungodly hour, and he’s lucky your desk chair was becoming uncomfortable and you were planning on getting up to stretch your legs anyway.

swinging the door open, there stood baji, hair tied loosely into a bun at the back of his head, and two coolers occupying each of his palms.

he handed one to you, you gladly took it.

“so this is what you’re doin’ instead of partying with me right now?”

keisuke followed you into your dorm, making himself comfortable on top of your bed, you sat on the free space beside him as you cracked open the can in your hand.

“i told you i couldn’t come like, three days ago.” he groaned at your answer.

“i didn’t think that meant y’would actually flake!” you chuckled as you sipped at your drink, eyes playfully rolling back.

“you’re gonna thank me when this exam rolls around and i actually have notes to give you.”

baji’s lips formed a tight line, he hated when you were right.

“what’s the big deal if i didn’t go? literally almost half of campus showed up at your dorm hall anyway.”

he groaned again, yet louder this time, sitting up so he could open his own drink. he reached his free hand out to flick you right in the tip of your nose, earning a quiet ‘ow..’ from you.

“cus it’s lame when you don’t come around!! and who else is gonna take care of me after i blackout huh?” he took a long swig from the can in his fist.

“how about you go drink your body weight and i’ll come get you in an hour?” although the offer was tempting, and you could see keisuke consider it for a moment, he shook his head and flopped back down on your bed.

“nah, rather chill with you anyway.”

he reached over to hold his drink in the air beside you, and you gently cheersed his can, being careful not to spill any liquid on your bed.

“so, the hell is the exam s’posed to be about anyway?”

༉‧₊˚. KEN RYUGUJI

— who sits in front of you in engineering, and covers up the entire white board in front of you.

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not one note.

not one single note in your binder was finished, all half written or only partially filled out. you wouldn’t have bothered spending the money on equipment to take cute notes if you had known some giant would be sitting in front of you. how were you meant to write anything down when you couldn’t even see the damn board?

at first he intimidated you, how could you not be at least a little afraid of a man who stood at nearly twice your size? however, that intimidation quickly turned into pure irritation upon another day of more blank paper, and you were following him out of the room at the end of class before you had a chance to react.

“hey, you.”

ken turned around to see who was calling out to, who he assumed to be, him.

“oh, hey—“

“you’re switching seats with me tomorrow .”

“…why—?“

“because you’re way too big and i can’t see anything past you when you’re in front of me! and i am way too behind in my notes to even hope to pass anymore unless i get caught up!”

ryuguji stared down at you, who was oh so short and angry, while blinking silently as he processed the words being said to him. it was surprising how small you started to feel so quickly when he had to crane his neck down to make eye contact.

“we’re like, two weeks into the semester and you’re telling me this now? i would have moved if y’had said something sooner.” ken chuckled and placed a hand on his hip, leaning down to your height with the most smug look suddenly dawning on his features. you opened your mouth to respond, yet only a jumble of stutters fell off your tongue. the irritation had subsided, and the intimidation was back in full throttle.

“i'll tell you what,” he began, “why don’t you sit beside me tomorrow, and i'll share my notes with you so you can catch up.”

well,

you supposed that would work.

“my way of apologizing for bein’ ‘way too big.’”

…you really did need those notes.

“okay, fine. that’s fine.” with a small bow, you turned around to begin your route to your next class, eager to run away from the awkward conversation you’d stuck yourself in.

“thanks, um, tall…guy— whatever your name is.”

and as quickly as you came, there you went.

it was about to be a whole other problem when the next day rolled around, and you would discover ryuguji’s terrible handwriting.

༉‧₊˚. TAKASHI MITSUYA

— who is your favourite study buddy, and knows your cafe order by heart.

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the smell of freshly brewed espresso and slightly stale confections danced through the air, a comfortable aroma for mitsuya to sit in while he scribbled at a design that had been picking his brain all day. the headphones in his ears played some random pre-made lo-fi playlist as he sipped his coffee (—black, 2 sugars) that had long turned lukewarm, yet was just hot enough to warm his palm through the paper cup. the booth by the window he was slouched in was empty, save for him of course, and he waited ever so patiently for his classmate to join him and fill the space across from him.

the sound of the cheap bell above the cafe’s doors chiming alerted him that you had finally arrived, and he pried his attention away from his doodles to see you shuffling over to the spot you both had become perfectly familiar with, laptop in hand along with a knit hat and matching scarf keeping you warm from the autumn breeze.

“how late am i?” you plopped down in your seat, placing the tote bag hanging from your shoulder onto the seat beside you.

“probably,” he checked his phone, “twenty minutes.” mitsuya pulled his headphones down so they sat slack around his neck.

you groaned at his answer, you hadn’t meant to have gotten so hung up with club activities.

“i’m sorry, this stupid– festival is seriously giving us a run for our money. i didn’t even realize what time it was.”

takashi listened to you intently, nodding his head quietly as he pushed a small plate towards you; a croissant decorated in your favourite jelly, as well as a coffee cup similar to his own, the only difference being the mound of cream and sweetener inside yours.

the action had become so normal, you hadn’t even paid any mind to the way he would always order for you anymore, having your order ready by the time you arrived to meet him was just the usual.

mitsuya truly remembered the littlest details about your coffee order, from how thick you liked the foam on top to the temperature. not to mention his mental database of the variety of pastries you would eat alongside them.

“tell me about it. what’s your club doing again?”

he remembered, takashi just enjoyed the way you got so excited talking about it.

he listened to the way you rambled on, the way you so easily talked to him, how you could do it for hours, and not once would he be anywhere near sick of hearing the sound of your voice

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