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honestlywtfisgoingon · 4 months

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GET A LITTLE LOUD. I DON’T MIND.

—WITH GOJO SATORU

REMEMBER: THE CLASSROOMS AT JUJUTSU HIGH AREN’T EXACTLY SOUNDPROOF…

content: teacher!gojo, teacher!reader, husband!gojo, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, semi-public sex, against the wall, over the desk, creampie, gagging, panty-theft, use of names slut and whore, not proofread

notes: i’m back this is crazyyyy!! i literally wrote every other day and thought about posting but i never finished anything and then all of a sudden it’s been years :O and im back w gojo brainrot. p.s. obi content is still coming but u just gotta be patient sorry i literally am so rusty

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“toru! they’re gonna hear you, not me!” you worried your words wouldn’t get past the lewd sounds gojo was making as he rammed his dick in and out of your pussy. he did all this while holding you against the wall of the classroom— where anyone could come in.

“oh, i’m not worried about getting us caught” each of his words was let out between harsh moans, breath heavy as he kept his open mouth pressed against your neck. so he did hear your concern, it just made absolutely no difference to him. there wasn’t even a stutter in his pace, set hard and fast as soon as he slipped inside you only a bit ago.

“then why’re you covering my mouth?” one of his large hands smothered the entire bottom half of your face, but you managed to squeeze your words through the small sliver of space between gojos long fingers just like before.

“because i can actually stop myself from screaming. can you?” he was taunting you, sure, but the truth in it had you blushing. you were a little embarrassed of how easy it was to get a sound out of you. it was hard for you to keep everything in when you were naturally so vocal, and it only got harder the closer you were to coming. satoru always loved the moment he could see your conscious efforts to stay quiet become entirely abandoned in pleasure. once you couldn’t hold back, neither did he, fucking you as hard as he could, until he wrung out every little praise, and whimper, from your pretty throat. when you couldn’t help but shout his name for everyone to hear was his favorite, and he hated having to smother all the noises that always turned him into a horny teenager. he didn’t hold back his own grunts and groans though, letting them out freely in the classroom, which you didn’t think was very fair.

“that’s n-aah!” you couldn’t help but prove him right, a high-pitched moan jumping from your throat when he lifted you up, only to slam you back down where he was waiting to meet your hips a particularly eager thrust of his own.

“mhmm there it is.” he gave a smug little laugh that was always so familiar coming from him. satisfied that he had proven his point, he went back to making sure you kept quiet. instead of using his hands to muffle you this time, he smothered them with his own deep groan through a passionate kiss.

it didn’t help your case that your only response was an increasingly dazed look in your eyes. he clapped a large hand over your mouth again as you clung to him for dear life. your nails scraped at the back of his expensive dress shirt, feeling the muscles of his back react to the sensation. you raked them up to the softly shaved snow on his nape, pushing another groan out of him. only one of satoru’s hands were free, but he was doing the work for both of them. sometimes your husband was gentle and soft during sex— this was not one of those times. there was nothing sweet about how he groped your ass, gripping and kneading at the skin harshly. every so often one of his fingers brushed against your unoccupied hole while his palms spread your ass slightly.

gravity had you feeling like he was fucking his cock into you well past your pussy. you felt a pleasurable shock each time he hit that perfect spot, shooting up your body. how could it not feel that good with the way you met him with every bounce on his pretty cock. you both got closer and closer, but not quite there. you knew from the beginning that would be short, but you two couldn’t resist a quickie. honestly, you couldn’t resist any opportunity to fuck.

the truth is, he meant it when he said he really didn’t care about being caught from all the noise, but he also didn’t like that getting caught meant having to stop before he could make you finish.

even deeper than that desire, the one he didn’t want to admit just yet, was his possessive need. satoru wanted to keep those pretty little screams all to himself. he figured that he was the one helping you make them, he should be the one who decides that only he gets to hear them. people could still know just who was claiming you by his own pornographic professions of pleasure. Maybe he would let you cry out in the end to reward you, if only because he wanted to hear you say his name like you always did.

to get you there, he was going to have to go just a little harder to push you over the edge. chasing both of your highs, he used all that famous speed of his to switch positions and bend you over the desk. it all happened so fast that even if he slipped out, you didn’t feel it.

the new angle already allowed him to go deeper, but it also allowed you to arch your back. satoru didn’t moan, he whined at the sight. he always loved seeing just how far you’d bend for him— literally. it made his cock throb inside of you, the blood pulsing through the veins along his shaft that were making each drag against your walls take you closer to heaven.

still muting you but no longer having to hold you up, he used a free hand to bully your clit as well as your hole. there was so much sap dripping down from your pussy, making the noise that rang out everytime your ass and his hips met even more vulgar. he easily gathered up some of the wet mix of both your juice and his precum on two of his fingers removing his hand from your mouth only to shove his fingers in instead.

“mmm fuck baby, taste yourself. taste us.” you gagged on them, the choking sound canceling out the much louder whines you were about to make.

he desperately tore off his blindfold, shoving it in your mouth as a gag and telling you to play with your pussy. even before his hand could grip your hips though, you were already meeting his thrusts.

he gripped your hips with his large hands, squeezing your body beneath him, “oh shit. yeah yeah please. keep slamming that ass back on me princess. please please please.” he begged as if he was at your mercy, even though his inescapable grip was the only thing keeping you from falling limp. he grit his teeth, feeling you tighten around him. you went from throbbing to squeezing him like a vice as your orgasm suddenly shocked through you. you shook, your knees knocking a bit as you used your last bit of strength to push back on him, feeling as much of his cock as you could while you creamed on it. your eyes rolled back almost like they were compensating for the screams you couldn’t let out.

as sensitive as you were, satoru wasn’t done yet.

“so so close, hold out princess.”

the gag slipped from your slacked jaw, but you bit your lip to stop any noise that came from the sensitivity. you nodded and satoru petted your head and smiled. with just your lip to stop you from making noise and you so close to coming, satoru didn’t give a shit about volume anymore. you were about to let out some of the sluttiest moans like you always do when you come, and he wasn’t gonna miss them for anyone. “You know what? get a little loud. i don’t mind,” just before ramming in so hard that he knocked over the desk. the last of your moans morphed into a panicked scream, mingled with the crash and bang of the desk falling, along with all the objects on it. you were nearly one of those things if satoru hadn’t tightly gripped your hips and your neck, keeping you fused together. so much was happening, but he made sure that you were right where you needed to be for him to pour all his cum inside you. it seemed that after everything, your voice couldn’t handle much more than a little whimper when you felt all his hot, thick cum filling you up. you always tightened your legs out of instinct to hold it all in, and it also helped you keep standing as he shuddered, letting a long stream of broken groans and eventually whimpers just by your ear. he wanted so badly to take his time watching his cum drip out of your hole just to gather every drop not inside you on his fingers and shove it back in. you always begged for his cum huh? he’d be a bad husband if he didn’t give you all of it.

shit. his mind cleared he assessed the damage less than a moment after. even with all this clutter on the floor, at least he didn’t add his cum to it he thought. still, the biggest mess was between your legs, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud about the two of you.

he immediately picked you up like a ragdoll and sat you down on a desk. you still felt your tongue threaten to loll out but you threw a leg over his shoulder out of instinct, giving him access between your legs to clean up the slick that covered your sex and thighs with his blindfold. it was already covered in spit anyway.

“fuck. someone definitely heard that” he murmured during his rushed clean up.

“who’s fault now huh—“ you were cut off by satoru’s reaction to hearing approaching steps he yanked you forward to button your shirt as you realized the person was running, very, very fast. you were both so relieved that you still had your skirt and he still had his pants on, leaving you one less thing to trip over. while he fumbled with your clothes you zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. gojo had just finished the very important task of checking to make sure no cum was leaking past your panties before yuuji came bursting through the door. you immediately hopped off the desk and smoothed down your hair and your skirt, while gojo tried to pass off his ruffled hair by acting like he’d been running his hand through it.

“hey, are you guys ok? we thought we heard something crash.” yuuji eyes darted to the desk on the floor, completely missing the raging blush on gojos face and the slight wobble in your knees. he opened his mouth to ask only to be shoved through the door when nobara came in hot behind him.

“hey! i thought we were all gonna check it out!” she scolded him with her whines.

“not my fault you’re slow!” he defended.

finally megumi strolled in, looking as nonchalant about the whole thing as he could be, in great contrast to his best friends.

“students!” you turned to satoru as he addressed them enthusiastically, “your teachers were just training and made a bit of a mess.” wow. that excuse just…well it sucks. you almost wanted to roll your eyes but had to do a double take. where did he get his glasses from? when did he put them on? leave it to gojo to keep his accessories on hand. it did help distract from how puffy and pink his lips were as he spoke.

“you were fighting in here?” yuuji tilted his head in question. combined with his big brown eyes, his actions had him looking like a puppy.

“it was impromptu.” you bolstered gojos excuse while trying not to cringe at how bad it was to begin with.

“ooh were you like couple fighting?” nobara jumped in with her question. it seemed she was way too intrigued by the prospect of drama to question how much sense it actually made, and you had absolutely no objections to that right now.

“wait things can get that heated to where you battle??” oh yuuji. he asked as if nobara knew all there was to know about the subject.

“no, no!” you waved your hands frantically, only to be completely tuned out once the two kids entered the mode of conspiracy. they talked lowly but didn’t whisper, as if you couldn’t hear them literally talking about you five feet away.

“i mean they totally look like they got into it.” nobaras chin was between her thumb and pointer finger while her eyes narrowed in inspection, yuuji mimicking her actions. after a second of tapping her cheek, she pointed directly at her sensei, making you and satoru almost jump a little bit. wow you had to get a hold of yourself. “no offense, but you should probably fix your hair.” nobara stated bluntly. gojo pouted. you thought he was adorable but also made a note to compliment his hair later.

megumi had been silent, not even really looking at you or the mess. his eyes just wandered the walls until it seemed like something clicked in his braim. his eyes darted back and forth between you and gojo. suddenly rolling his eyes letting out an exasperated “oh my god,” megumi just dragged a hand over his eyes and his face. he wasted no time turning around and walking away, seeming absolutely done with you two.

he caught nobaras curiosity and had her chasing him out the door and down the hall where you could hear her calling out “hey! hey, fushiguro come back!”

“hey wait what’s he talking about.” yuuji looked increasingly confused as he followed suit.

you almost slumped in relief you were so tired and you had to put effort into standing straight and not just falling into gojo. he looked at your relieved and tired face with a goofy smile. that smile. it disappeared as soon as you started slapping his arm.

“sa-to-ru!” a slap accompanied each syllable. “that was the worst excuse ever! there’s no way they’re not going to figure it out!” your hands kept slapping his bicep, but were just as quick to wrap around it right after. you pressed your cheek against the expensive cotton sleeve as you hugged his arm tightly and pouted just like he did as you looked up.

“c’mon let’s be real here, megumi would rather die than discuss our sex life with his friends. plus, we’re married, princess. i’m pretty sure a husband fucking his wife is like, the least surprising thing ever.” he rolled his eyes as he turned to wrap his arms around your waist, your hands resting on his chest.

“what about itadori? i’d hate for that kid to lose his innocence,”

“innocent? that kid is a self-proclaimed ass man.” taking advantage of the subject, one of satorus own hands came to rest on your ass. you quirked a brow but he pretended not to see your face and just continued, “i also saw a pinup poster in his room,”

“wait, really?” you stopped and shook your head a bit, like it would help you refocus on what you remembered you were talking about, “oh but still, toru, i know they know we have sex but—“

“but what?” he sighed, waiting for your most definitely poor reasoning.

“i don’t know, just” you started blushing and he knew that little embarrassed look. he knew you always liked to play the good girl, to hold on to your pride. if it didn’t make for such a fun game he’d say it’s a total waste of time knowing, without fail, he’d have you on his leash in minutes (literally or metaphorically depending on what your setting allowed). a single long finger tilted your chin up, his face suddenly so close to yours.

“oh you’re not worried about them finding out about my wife being fucked, you're worried about them finding out that she likes to be fucked like a slut.” such crude words came out in delicate breaths that fanned across your face.

“no!” your voice died out instantly when he pulled you a little closer again, your noses now touching instead of just your breath.

“hard enough for the desk to fall and loud enough to scream.” you had had sex minutes ago, and even worse, had almost gotten caught, and yet he was saying and doing everything to make your pussy throb all over again. you were always so easy for him to play with, never offering any real objections despite your attitude. “yeah? you don’t want them to know how desperate you are, how you just couldn’t keep your legs closed until we got home? because that’s all you want, isn’t it.” he whispered in your ear, your eyes fluttering back with chills. the sensation of him placing kisses on your neck brought you back to your senses once again.

“please, as if you didn’t run around the whole school just to say you needed ‘help’”

“and you’re suchhhh a good little helper for me, baby,”, he went to kiss you on the mouth you returned it, but as soon as he deepened it, you pushed him away and he had the audacity to look hurt. you were getting whiplash from having to repeatedly pull yourself together just to fall right into his hands again.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. i swear we almost got caught there’s no way we can go another round. you’re insatiable gojo satoru.”

“mhmm, we both are, mrs. gojo satoru.” he tapped your nose before lowering his voice once again. “so, how bout i take these panties, and we go home when my cum is about to leak past your skirt, huh?”

“fine. deal.” you huffed, but spread your legs quickly. he went on one knee to pull your panties down, enjoying the picture of your pussy and leaving a kiss on your clit which made you hiss, before he had the fabric dropping to your ankles. you stepped out of them and he swiftly pocketed them.

“i love my wifey so much!” he stood up and kissed you with a cute smile as if he hadn’t just shove your panties down his pants.

“that’s good because love you too toru,” you said softly, hands clasped behind your back and rocking back and forth on your heels with a lovesick look like a schoolgirl. honestly, he never stopped making you feel like one.

“aww so sweet.” he tucked a hair behind your hair, sending butterflies past your stomach and to your whole body, but you just knew that wasn’t all. “who woulda thought you were such a whore?” ah, theres your satoru.

“only for you” you patted his cheek jokingly, but he just groaned with his whole body. he had to do things in the most dramatic way possible of course.

“ugh. baby, you can’t just say things like that and then—“

you pushed him off, leaving him, arms still stretched out reaching for you, even after you walked out the door. he looked at the clock before deciding it was max 30 minutes before you asked to go home. you came back in 10.

— bonus:

“well i mean the honeymoon stage is like that, although it’s annoying and gross.” nobara shrugged while still stirring her boba.

“they’ve been married for 7 years. dated for 10.” megumi responded quietly, nobara consequently spewing her drink.

“no way! they act all starry-eyed and all that stuff still.” yuujis own eyes opened wider in surprise

“yeah that’s what i thought too!” it helped nobara that even yuuji had the same idea too. “ugh now that i know they’re just like that it’s kinda gross.”

“wait megumi if they’ve dated for 10 years, you lived with both of them at the same time, right?” both of megumis friends leaned closer to him, eager to hear where yuujis question went, but he didn't even look at them.

“yeah what about it,” he said as nonchalantly as ever. this was a topic he had always made a point never to dwell on.

“so you had to have heard—“

“okay, that’s enough. we’re never talking about this again.” ideas like yuujis were the exact reason why megumi refused to feel his interest. ideas like yuujis made him want to die from remembering just how many times he accidentally heard the two of you…daily.

“yeah gross, good idea.”

“um yeah, you’re right, don’t answer that actually.”

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blue-blue-blooms · 1 month

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A Little Crush

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Part 1

Summary: In which Eddie develops a crush on the Henderson sister.

You weren't sure exactly when your life had gone to absolute shit. Was it when you found a strange, superpowered adolescent girl living in Mike Wheeler's basement? Was it when you walked in on a baby demogorgan eating your cat? Or was it when you were drugged by evil Russians operating under Starcourt Mall? You couldn't even remember a time when life was normal. If someone had told you that you would become best friends with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and fight literal monsters from an alternate universe alongside Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan 'The Creep' Byers a few years ago, you would've laughed in their face. Now? You'd survived the most traumatising events of your life alongside these people. You were bonded for life.

The last few years had also made you closer with Dustin. You loved your baby brother and his weird friends, especially since you'd spent so much time babysitting them. But no amount of love could make you say yes to what they were asking of you.

"Please?" Dustin begged, following you down the hallway as you made your way to Ms. O'Connell's class.

"No! I have, like, three essays due this week, Dustin. I don't have the time to sub." You respond.

"It's only for tonight! Lucas can't make it and we really need a sub. We're nearly done with the campaign and Eddie will kill us if we make him reschedule!" Dustin pleads.

You were really happy that Dustin and Mike had found a safe space in high school. Lord knows those two idiots needed it. Freshmen year is probably the toughest of them all. You're new, scared, and lonely. You were really glad that they'd found friends, a place where they could be their nerdy selves and feel accepted. Hell, even you'd dabbled in their interests when you'd babysat them. DnD wasn't half bad, and not nearly as hard to undertand as you once thought. You'd spent many nights in Mike's basement playing with them. The first few times, you'd get your character killed in the first fifteen minutes. But after a while, you started making progress (even though you're convinced that the party was exceptionally lenient with you after you once burst into tears over getting killed off).

"I'll do your half of the chores for a week!" Dustin exclaims.

That makes you stop.

"A week?" You turn around to look at him, "Make it two weeks and I'll sub."

"Two? Are you insane!?" Dustin yells, making a few people lingering in the hallway turn and look at you both.

"Two or no deal, Dusty Buns," You tease, "And be quick, I'm late for my class."

"Fine!" Dustin says, "And stop calling me 'Dusty Buns'"

"Why? Is that nickname just for Suzy Poo?" You tease.

Dustin glowers at you as you walk off.

♡♡♡

"So, who's the DM?" You ask as you walk alongside Dustin and Mike.

"It's Eddie, Eddie Munson. He's a senior. Long hair, wears a hellfire T-Shirt, I talk about him constantly. God, do you ever listen to me?" Dustin claims exasperatedly.

"Oh! Eddie as in your new favorite older male best friend who Steve's weirdly jealous of?" You ask, "I've seen him around. Is he the one who jumps on lunch tables and yells a lot?"

"Yup." Mike responded, "He's a bit scary when he's revved up. Just warning you beforehand in case he comes off...a bit intimidating."

You nod.

"Hasn't he been held back, like, three times?" You ask.

Before either of the boys could answer, you reach the room. The first thing you see is the table where the game is set. There are three boys sat around, all with Hellfire T-Shirts on. Your eyes fleet from one to the other until finally landing on Eddie. You recognise him immediately from the amount of times you've seen him yelling in the cafeteria.

Dustin and Mike failed to mention how cute he was, you think.

His hair was long and wavy. He was wearing multiple rings. And he was covered in tattoos. You're pretty sure you saw a few bats peeking from under his sleeve.

"Who's this?" One of the guys asks, making all three turn around and look at you.

"This is Y/N! She's subbing for Lucas!" Mike says, the words spilling out fast and nervously.

Why the hell are they so jittery?

"Yeah, she's my sister! The one I mentioned a couple days ago." Dustin adds.

"Does she even know how to play DnD?" The other boy asks.

"Okay, excuse me, I wouldn't have come if I didn't know how to play," You finally speak, waving your hand a little to get their attention.

"So, this is your infamous sister?" Eddie finally speaks, his eyes landing on you, "You know, I thought he made you up. What's your class and level? Level One Elf?"

Elf? Is he mocking me?

"Are you mocking me?" You ask incredously.

"Is he mocking me?" you turn towards Dustin and Mike who immediately start gesticulating, probably asking you to shut up.

"My name is Aeren Sirenfall and I'm a level 14 chaotic good half-elf rogue. I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow...agonising...death." You say, your voice slow and hard as you glare at Eddie, "So, are we gonna play this stupid game or not?"

You're pretty sure you hear one of the boys mutter a 'she's terrifying' to Dustin.

You watch as Eddie's eyes slowly soften and a grin emerges on his face, "Welcome to Hellfire Club."

#eddie munson #stranger things fic #corroded coffin #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 1 month

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Honey bee (dad!hanjisung)

The whole "favourite parent" theory never really convinced you to the fullest, not with how much Daisy was obsessed with father, her very first word being "dada!", the biggest rounded eyes looking excitedly at him, her cute little mouth just a happy happy o shape as she tuned to her dad when you had first asked her to try and say the word, which nearly brought Jisung to tears right then and there.

With you being the parent that was at home the most though, you were quite used to being wrapped around her little finger, catering to her every need, helping her and caring for her through her trickiest nights and seasonal flu.

Jisung tried his very very best at being as present as possible and not miss on any important milestones such as her first word, which had happened fairly recently, or the first few little steps she walked from your seated figure to him, resting his bum on the carpet, opposite you, both of your arms outstretched for her shall she stumble on her little feet. He was there. Overjoyed.

Whenever he came home from work, be it at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon, he always made sure to go and see his baby, even if it was for a little bit, like his lunch break or five minutes before going to bed, he always stuck to his habit of just taking a few minutes to just look at her, kiss her cheek, play with her or have a cuddle if she was awake.

And Daisy must have developed a sixth sense for that, even for a toddler as young as barely one year old, she just knew whenever her dad was about to come home. And she would become just a liiiiiitle restless and fussy with either excitement or desperate anticipation. Hence you secretly started to believe perhaps he was the favourite parent, probably cause she loved him so, and missed him just as much, despite his best efforts.

Tonight was just one of those nights, Jisung had literally just gotten home not even 3 hours ago, it was way past her bed time but none of you had the heart to deny either of you some bonding family time, or better yet father and daughter quality time.

He had postponed his shower and his unpacking and just picked her up from the floor where she was playing quietly with you, and smothered her little face with kisses and hugged her and hold her and played with her for as long as possible before she required a nappy change and the delayed night time routine.

Neither of you felt like you were being bad parents. Routines and regular sleeping schedules were important but so is being patient and lenient, understanding of your child needs and yours as parents too. A little indulgence and some extra cuddles never hurt anyone.

Bathed and half way through her bottle, baby Daisy was having a hard time concentrating on the soft lullaby bed time story you were reading her, she kept rubbing her small chubby knuckles into her eyes and half giggling cause she was too awake and eager, kept fidgeting and twitching in her sleeveless sleep sack she usually loved being swaddled in.

"Ah I see, you're not so sleepy tonight are you? Silly little bloom you are", you giggle at her cute happy and definitely more than alert face, gently pinching her rosy cheeks, "is someone just so excited dada's home? Shall we go see him? Shall we have dada sing you to sleep tonight?", you suggest rhetorically, knowing that even though she can't fully grasp what you're saying she definitely understands any mention of her father.

With a little huffing and puffing from the effort, you roll over onto the side and get up from her little bed wich you had squeezed yourself in, you unzip her sleeping sack and pick her up, gently brushing away her satiny soft wisps of dark brown hair, just barely curling at the tips, you balance her on your hip, careful to distribute her weight evenly so you don't strain yourself, and slowly pad into the corridor and then into your master bedroom where you find your husband folding his clothes into the closet, his suitcases now empty, discarded on the floor beside the bed.

"Knock knock? A certain daisy bloom is requesting her sweet honey bee to help her sleep tonight", you announce playfully as you cup your daughter's little hand and help her knock on the door, Jisung spins around with a start, his face immediately lighting up, "oh goodness!", he muses excitedly, dropping whatever shirt he was trying to neatly fold in his lap.

He walks over to you, grinning from ear to ear, and gently lifts Daisy from your arms and into his, holding her close to his chest so he can place a fluttery stream of kisses into her hair, "is it true Deiji girl? you want Dada?", he coos, sitting on the edge of the bed, relishing in the way his baby girl latches onto him, her little arms and hands trying to grip onto his neck as she squeaks happily, "da-dda", she blubbers, burying her face into his chest.

He shoots you the puppy eyes, his bottom lip trembling, the look on his face so devastatingly amazed and touched, which you reciprocate, clutching your own chest, watching as he cuddles her closer while he scoots on the bed so he can rest his back onto the bed frame, the baby not even shifting into his arms, her ear pressed onto his pectoral, perhaps a subconscious reminiscence of when she used to do that as a newborn.

Endless were the days when Jisung wouldn't dare breathing too loud, scared he would disturb her sleep, and would hold her like that for hours on end, the tiny shell of her ear pressed onto his hearbeat, his hands rubbing her back ever so lightly in soothing motion, his lips brushing her head every once in a while in a dream like state, or a suppressing-his- leg - cramps - and- impeding- need- to- pee- and- breathe- normally- hazy state. For there was no way in hell he was going to move and wake her up.

Fatherhood. What an immense blessing to have been bestowed upon him. Jisung was the most wonderful father despite the demands of his tight working schedules, he had been pouring himself out for your daughter from day one, and you had been witnessing him blossoming into his nurturing calling just like his first baby name's sake.

"You guys... I'm going to cry", you mumble, feeling suddenly very emotional at the scene before you, "me too... oh... how I missed her", Jisung sniffles, snuggling his baby tightly but still carefully enough so he doesn't crush her, "she's so cuddly I'm going to die", he adds then, holding her up closer to his face so he can kiss her cheeks and her forehead and the tip her nose and her cheeks again and her nose again.

"You are the best cuddler in the whole world you know that sweetheart?", he says softly, gazing into his daughter boba brown eyes, a miniature version of his own eyes, along with the squishiest cheeks and poutiest lips she inherited straight from him as well, whereas she had your nose and your chin and seemingly your hair, the perfect tiny combination of both of you guys' genes.

Daisy tilts her head to the side and slabbers a little, adorable loud giggles escaping her mouth, "dadda eeppyy", she gabbles, trying to stand on her tippy toes in Jisung's lap, whose hands hover over her small frame, catching her whenever she wobbles unsteadily, "dada's sleepy? Yeah, I am sleepy. Is Daisy sleepy too? Shall we go night night?", he says sweetly, smiling proudly, elated at just how bright and smart and cute his daughter is, "ya", she says in her tiny voice, trying to nod lightly, mimicking a small yawn after.

"Okay, night night we go then. Let's say bye bye to omma and sissy first! Say night night mommy, night night sissy!", Jisung instructs tenderly, brushing her hair with his fingers and then gently guiding her to you so she can crawl over and cup your cheeks in her little hands:" nah nah mam-mah", she babbles, her aim a little off when she tries to kiss your cheek and ends up slobbering all over your face.

Which you can't help but laugh endeared at: "good night sweetie, I love you, sissy loves you too!", you say softly, your hands cradling your round bump. A fond smile and soft gaze into his eyes, Jisung pecks your lips once, lingering there just for a second, a promise for more at a later time.

"Let's say bye bye to sissy too, where is sissy?", he adds then, gently encouraging Daisy to use her little pointer finger to poke at your chest, just slightly above your heart, "aw sissy is mommy's heart, but she's also in mommy's belly!", he prods her on gently, until she pokes your belly too, smiling excitedly, "good girl! There's sissy! say goodnight sissy, I love you! like this, here, watch dada", he explains patiently, bending down to kiss your belly once, and then twice, and then thrice.

Soon enough Daisy copies him and you find yourself overwhelmed with a flurry of slobbery kisses all over your tummy and your chest, the echo of your husband and daughter's giggling and smacking their lips on your skin making your tear up with both joy and the prickling feeling of having to go toilet with how much they're ticking you.

"Night night Nari, we love you", Jisung whispers, his lips pretty much still attached to you, an arm firmly wrapped around his toddler and the other cradling your belly, honey dripping from his words and his eyes.

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cranberrymoons · 9 months

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howdy sailor

prompt: closet (discord drabble)

Steve’s laying on the couch, half-heartedly watching some episode of some show he’s seen something like a hundred times at this point, which he’s only really half paying attention to, when his phone chimes. He glances down, tabs over to the app.

howdy sailor

He smiles. The photo of him in his Halloween costume from a couple years ago, which Robin had all but forced him to include on his profile.

I think it’s actually supposed to be “ahoy”

The bubble of the guy's reply appears, then disappears, then reappears, then:

hi ahoy, i’m eddie

Steve laughs in spite of himself, sitting up straighter on the couch.

I'm Steve

He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip as he stares at the screen, waiting for the response. It doesn't come right away, and he flips over to the guy's profile, swiping through his photos. He's good looking and tall, with dark hair and dark clothes and dark painted nails and a dark pair of boots that he's wearing in every photo except one, in which he's standing on a beach in a tiny... tiny pair of bright red shorts.

Steve stares, opens the photo, zooms in... He gets another message and flips back over to the conversation, and –

sailor steve, please lie and tell me you're wearing that costume right now

Steve raises his eyebrows. He probably still has it somewhere, but –

Only if you lie and tell me you're wearing the swim shorts

There's a brief pause, then,

deal. want to meet on the high seas for a drink, i'll bring the life preservers?

Steve smiles to himself, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considers. He glances back up at the TV, then at the time on his phone. It's only 6 o clock. It's not like he's got anything better going on tonight. Maybe just one?

Yes to a drink... but let's start off on land first before we set sail?

It's – is it too cheesy? It's definitely too cheesy.

He almost deletes it, then he glances back up at the start of their conversation, which literally began with a dad joke, and – he hits send.

—

An hour later, he's in a bar listening to the hottest man he's ever seen talk passionately about... dragons? Elves?

Something, something, he has no idea, but – he might have to dig that costume out of the back of his closet after all.

[also on ao3]

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nomazee · 1 month

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THIS EVENT IS SO CUTE!!🩷🩷😭

could i req childhood best friends dan heng x reader word(s) is sneaking out if you want a timestamp, it's 11:42 p.m. thank you so much!!!

THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE i had way too much fun with this this hit 1.5k words which is way over the limit i set for myself... but i do not regret it at all. I LOVE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND DAN HENG AAAA THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

my 1k event!

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The ringing of your phone is cut off by the automated voicemail message for the nth time in a row. Your neck hurts from how long you’ve been staring up at Dan Heng’s bedroom window, where the lights are off and the curtains are drawn and he’s definitely asleep.

Anticipation makes you bounce on your feet, itching to just break into his front door and shake him awake yourself. Fortunately for Dan Heng’s family, it doesn’t quite reach that point, because your phone suddenly vibrates in your hand with Dan Heng’s contact flashing on your screen.

Incoming call. Jackpot.

“Dan Heng,” you answer the call with no formalities whatsoever, because those aren’t needed after knowing him for so long, “come outside! I’m here to pick you up.”

“What is wrong with you,” he grumbles out. The grit in his voice is endearing and familiar and makes your breath stutter. “It’s— almost midnight.”

“I know, and you’re already asleep? You’re such a senior citizen,” you hear the exhausted sigh he makes at another one of your old-man-Dan-Heng jokes. “There's a carnival tonight. Like, one of the cool ones that only open at 10 o’clock. March just texted me about it, she’s already there with Stelle!”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?” You hear shuffling, and spot movement in your peripheral vision. Craning your head up to look at his window yet again, you see the flicker of his bedside lamp being turned on (and you can already picture it from how well you know his room—that goofy-looking toucan table lamp that you got from some vintage store years ago for him), and the curtains pull back to reveal Dan Heng in all his half-asleep glory. He looks terrible, bangs sticking up and his corny galaxy-printed sleep shirt all wrinkled. It’s a charming look, though.

“I told you, March just texted me about it! Literally five minutes ago.”

“So, you ran here just to tell me about it?”

“Well, yeah, duh,” your tone is incredulous, because he should know by now that he’s the first person you go to for anything. The first person to hear about your failing grade in calculus, or your embarrassing run-in with your middle school ex girlfriend, or the bitter orange that you had as an afternoon snack. Dan Heng’s call history is probably full of your contact (which is just your name, no fun emoticons or inside jokes, and no profile picture, much to your everlasting dismay), and every call would show that he answers every single one without fail.

And, really, if you’re going to be honest with yourself (which you really hate doing), there’s a hopefulness twitching in your fingers tonight, something carried to you through the wind. You’re thinking of the carnival, about the sticky sweet snacks that you’re going to split with Dan Heng, the ferris wheel cart that you’ll be cramped in, the view of the stars from way up there and the tender way he’ll look at you.

Because he does that, sometimes, with no explanation, and you’ve never had the strength to respond in any way but a hesitant smile and a smack on his shoulder and a stupid joke. But there’s a tote bag slung around your arm now, full of money and two water bottles and the weight of your heart.

“Listen,” you tell him after a bout of his reluctant silence, “I brought you a jacket and your scarf, because I know you’re vitamin deficient and you’ll blow away in the wind unless I hold you down. It’ll be so fun if you come with me! Please? And I’ll get you home before your family notices!”

Both you and Dan Heng know that’s a lie, because you have a tendency to drag him out for long periods of time where both of you forget to check your phones. In your opinion, it does more good than harm, because it lets you live in the moment—or so you tell Dan Heng’s parents when they question you about keeping their son out past sundown.

“I’m not vitamin deficient,” Dan Heng tells you, but the argument is weakened by the fact that you’ve had to carry around a spare jacket for Dan Heng since you were both stumbling on your tiny baby legs. He must realize that, too, because you can see the way his face softens as he looks at you from his window, peering down. Despite the minimal light, you can still see the vibrant sheen of his eyes, the way that his mouth presses into a thin line to hold back a smile.

It takes only a moment of contemplation before he lets out a yielding sigh and mumbles, “Okay, fine. I’m coming downstairs to let you in and then I’ll get ready. Don’t be loud.”

“I’m never loud!”

The call ends with a click and Dan Heng slides his striped curtains closed. Circling around to get back to his front door, you made sure to be as quiet as possible and not trample his family’s gardenias. When the door opens to reveal Dan Heng’s beautiful, sleep-swollen face, an overwhelming warmth blooms in your chest and leaves your lungs dry and aching for air. The smile that appears on your face is instinctual, as most behaviors are for you around Dan Heng.

“Hi,” you whisper, really truly whisper, because he told you to be quiet and sometimes it’s good to do what Dan Heng wants (only sometimes). His lips are still tightened into that thin line, and you think, I’ll make him laugh tonight, which is a goal you’ve always set for yourself, ever since you befriended him in first grade with a paper flower and a loud, blatant, childish proclamation of best-friend-ship.

“Wait on the couch,” he directs you quietly, stepping aside to let you in. “Get a water from the fridge and pack it.”

“I already brought two for us,” the apples of your cheeks strain with the force of your smile, and you’re trying not to giggle. The water thing—that was established forever ago, too, just like the spare jacket, and staying out late, and the toucan lamp, and the paper flower. You always shared a water bottle, reminding each other and passing one between your hands until the last drops were wrung dry from it, and then you’d spend half an hour trying to find a fountain to refill it because you never packed more than two on any given day.

“Dan Heng,” you stop him with a hand on his shoulder before he can go back up the stairs to get ready in his room, and he looks back at you with the same look that you were envisioning before. The color of his eyes has gone dim, but in a fond way, in a way that tells you his breathing is even and his pulse is steady.

You take the brief moment where his attention is on you to wrap your arms around him, the sleeves of your jacket pulling him close, warm, tender to you. Your tote bag dangles awkwardly to the side, but you try not to let it stop you from squeezing him tight, letting him know you’re here, right here.

“What’s this about,” he mumbles into your shoulder, hands going up to grasp at the back of your sweatshirt and tug you just a few millimeters closer. A gentle weight sits between your hands and in your chest and you stifle a laugh into his barely-covered shoulder.

“Nothing. Just really happy you’re coming.”

“Okay,” he says, because he’s awkward and awful and so are you, but his hands still squeeze between your shoulderblades and keep you against him. A whistle of wind makes the gutters of the house creak, and you think of the stars that you’ll see from the top of the ferris wheel tonight, glinting in the sky and in Dan Heng’s eyes.

“Let me go so I can change.” His voice is monotone, seemingly disinterested, but you don’t take offense to it, you never have. Reluctantly, you loosen your grip around him, and let him pull back the rest of the way because you can’t bear to do it yourself.

The look, the glimmer, the depth of his eyes are all still there, accompanied by a new rosiness in his cheeks that you know isn’t caused by the heat of your hands or the cold wind outside. You don’t get the chance to laugh at the waver in his mouth as he fights back a small laugh, because he’s already turning back to rush up the stairs, stance wobbling as he tries to hide from his own embarrassment, and it’s so terrible and familiar and you ache with the urge to burrow into this home and make it your own.

Your phone is flooded with dozens of texts from March, you’re sure, but even as it pushes midnight, you take your sweet time walking to the carnival, fingers clasped with each other as your jacket hangs off of Dan Heng—like it always has, like it always will.

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watercurtaincave · 5 months

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Your blog is so pretty!! Anyways can I request MK w a physically strong s/o? S/O likes to train a lot and is generally a good fighter <3

𖤓 !! — Maybe, thinking..? MK / strong! Reader (also tysm for the request, this was fun to write :3)

𖤓 !! — "right, so I want someone to explain how we got into this mess in the first place." Pigsy would ask as everyone took a pause on their respected task. Mei and Red Son were over in one corner, MK and you were standing in the center, Tang was with Pigsy, and Wukong and Macaque were in the other room; though they both would peak their head in, Macaque sorely unamused while Wukong was wondering why they had all been stopped. Surely, stopping everyone to ask one little question isn't the smartest thing. Especially when you were on a time restraint there was only half an hour left before everyone dies! (not really) "Well from what I remember.." Tang started, tapping his chin before he began to recount the details that lead everyone into this unescapable room:

𖤓 !! — MK, Mei, and you were at Wukong's 'shame temple' a few miles outside of the city. Ever since the Azure King was defeated, and no new villains seemed to be in the future, there had been a lot of down time for everyone. Though down time usually didn't halt any sort of training, especially when it was Wukong who was teaching the lessons. So, instead of spending your Saturdays at the arcade, or doing literally anything else, Wukong had the three of you train, for whatever reason.

𖤓 !! — It wasn't fun, not one bit. Especially since Wukong never really asked if Mei and you wanted to join, he just told you two to be there to help with MK's training. (I mean, if he had given you two the option, you and Mei would have said yes but it was a lot less fun when you're given no option.)

𖤓 !! — "And just like that, you can counter any attack that comes your way!" Wukong finished with a grin, jumping up and sitting back against the cloud that formed under him. He seemed rather indifferent to the staring kids, one of which was completely confused and the other two being mystified with Wukong's guidance. "You literally just told us a story about yourself!" You would point out, cocking an eyebrow up at Wukong with a suspicious look. What was a story from, probably, hundreds of years ago meant to help with basic counter attack training? But, Mei and MK seemed to hype up Wukong's story, leaving you stuck in the middle of their gushing. "Aw, stop it you two!" Wukong feigned being gushed and flushed, "I know, I'm just that awesome!"

𖤓 !! — Sadly, as you expected, being awesome wasn't exactly the recipe needed for MK to learn how to counter strike against an opponent. And he had to sit out after being bashed a few times by Mei and Wukong, as you refused to hit your boyfriend after he was ill trained my his mentor! Which Wukong seemed to put Wukong's panties into a twist: "I taught him how to do it! He just needs a couple more times to practice and it would be helpful if you helped!" Wukong bitterly stated, crossing his arms as MK laid under a pile of rock not too far away. His groan was the only thing you needed to hear to know that Wukong hadn't taught him shit. Mei rushed over to help MK out of his tough spot, as he was sore, and you only gestured over to the two with a 'you're seeing this, right?' to Wukong. Though he only glanced away, crossing his arms, with a denying face. Of course, what else should you have expected from the 'Great Sage' himself? "Well if you think you know better, then you fight me!" Wukong would mumble under his breath, unaware that you had caught his words. But you crossed your arms and shrugged your shoulders, "Sure." Leaving a slightly startled Wukong in response to your response, and a worried MK and Mei.

𖤓 !! — Now MK knew you trained, and he knew you were strong, you've helped on missions before and even helped MK with some more hand-to-hand combat training when Wukong wasn't available. Yet he couldn't help but worry about your duel with Wukong! And it wasn't him doubting you in no means, it was more of a rational thought process? You were mortal, Wukong was immortal. Wukong had the staff, you choose to fight with your fists. You both were trying to prove some point that MK had just barely caught when Mei managed to grab him out of the rubble. It was kind of an unfair fight. Plus, Wukong had hundreds of years of experience over you! "Hey, you know you don't have to do this... right?" MK shouted as he pressed an ice pack to his cheek, Mei rapping another bandage over his injured arm. "Don't worry about me, I got this." You would mumble back to MK, glancing over at him with a small smile, before turning back to Wukong. You were going to put this godly monkey in his damn place!

𖤓 !! — Well, at least you intended to. But now you only sat to the side of the training ground, having been dragged away and forced to sit on the ground by MK and Mei as you wouldn't stop trying to fight Wukong. Even after he may or may not have thrown you into a mountain and slapped you around with his staff, but hey, you managed to get a good few punches on him! "Self confidence and being overly cocky won't get you anywhere in a battle!" Wukong would scold you, despite you not being his student, as he stood beside the trio. You would flinch as MK would tie the bandage on your arm a little too tight, but gave Wukong an unamused glance anyways. You couldn't believe he was tying to scold you after you proved your point! Sure, you didn't win, but you showed Wukong didn't really teach MK how to counter attack, "You're literally bleeding out of your nose right now." "Alright, can we not fight right now? You're both bleeding!" MK mumbled, fumbling with the bandages as Mei ran back out with some disinfectant spray. She paused upon seeing MK bandaging up your wounds and shouted at him, playfully, that he needed to disinfect the wounds first!

𖤓 !! — "And then Wukong said: 'If you had used your head you would have figured out all the times you could have counter attacked me.' and then that somehow spiraled into us coming into this escape room." Tang would finish his little recap to a heavily unamused Pigsy, who slowly turned over to where the two culprits stood with their partners. To say he wasn't upset would be an understatement. "We're in here because you challenged the Monkey King to an escape room to see who's smarter?!" Pigsy watched as you pieced your lips to his shouting, glancing away from him for a moment. You would slowly shrug your shoulders before letting out a questionable, "Yes?" To which the room only grew silent. The only sensible ones giving you and Wukong an glare, one you could only guess meant that you both somehow overlooked something. Something important, something critical. Something that may or may not make this whole trip a waste of time, other than a lovely 'family bonding' experience. "But we're all completing the same escape room." Red Son would finally point out. Ah! There is was! That one critical thing that was overlooked, there would be no clear victor because everyone's combined efforts were being placed into this escape room. Yeah, neither of you thought that one through.

𖤓 !! — "-And hey, maybe we didn't complete the escape room, but we sure learnt a valuable life lesson!" Wukong would start after everyone had gathered back into Pigsy's after the escape room. Even with the hour time-limit that was given, no one managed to pool together a way to escape the escape room (that didn't include breaking things). Wukong waited for someone to amuse his banter. Though he stood discarded in the center of Pigsy's as everyone took a seat either at a booth or the counter. Tang would order a bowl of noodles and Pigsy went to go cook said noodles while you sat next to MK, watching as Red Son and Mei bickered over something. Macaque would snicker, sitting in a booth behind Wukong, as he was still ignored; He was enjoying Wukong getting a little of his own medicine for once, "No one cares, Wukong!" And despite the defiantly odd day that just occurred, you were finally able to just sit back with your boyfriend, even more a minute, as his mentor went to set down defeated. You would take MK's hand under the counter, watching as his attention would peak and he snuck a glance over at you. He grew a little flustered upon seeing your smile and couldn't help but smile back. No matter how strong either of you are, physically or mentally, there was surely always a weak spot in both of you for each other.

𖤓 !! — I couldn't add this into the story, but here's some extra points I wanna include!!: - MK def worries about you when you help in missions, no matter how strong you are. It's just something in his brain because he wants to protect everyone and his friends. So even if you insistent you'll be fine, he sends you off with an MK clone (if he can't personally tag along) as back up! - You also, in turn, worry about MK and want to do your best to protect him; But, you understand a little better than MK that he can protect himself. Still, all this work with Wukong does leave a rather bad taste in your mouth. - MK secretly is really glad that you're strong. Sure, he gushes about you and supports you through all your training and battles, but he never realized how glad he actually is that you're strong. He only would realize after the fight with ink him, as your strength, both physically and mentally, kept him sane during the whole fight. Especially after wards, when he had kept trying to deny the new power... he has glad you were there. - Probably has you play all those carnival games that are strength-related. You let him pick out the prize. Cute couples date, always. - If you want to, he'll come with you if you want to train or go to the gym. Though, 8 times out of 10 he will just be there for moral support; Sitting in a corner nearby on his phone, cheering you because he's so proud of you no matter how much you can lift. Though, defiantly sometimes uses his golden sight to make sure you're not straining yourself. - Cools down at the zero gravity arcade with you after <3

𖤓 !! — all writing in this page belongs to @watercurtaincaves, please do not repost on other sites, plagiarize, or steal. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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ravixen · 1 year

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omg yeah i meant drabble as in reaction! my sleep deprived brain couldn’t make the distinction lmao but yes if it’s not a problem i would like to request it as a reaction style thing with cheol, gyu, and kwan <3

svt + "why didn't you tell me?"

➔ reaction || requested

omg i’m sorry it’s 2am and i’ve been running on four hours of sleep since thursday can i please add soonhoon to the list 😭 thank you actually

➔ warnings: arguing, food mention || 1357 words ➔ notes: angst with unresolved conflict cuz i don't have space LOL, hurt/comfort? ; here's the original ask for anyone who's curious about the prompt. this one really stumped me! it feels like there's so much...context to fit into 300 words, but i tried my best. maybe one day i'll make it into a full-fledged fic because that tiktok and its continuation reminded me of my "svt + fighting with their s/o" (2021) and "svt + helping you out of mental health issues" (2021) series. pls reblog if you liked!

SEUNGCHEOL: he's been prickly all week. at first, you brushed it off, confused at his attitude, but at this point, you're sick of his stupid scoffs whenever you hang out with his friends. doesn't seem like he'll address it any time soon, so after another tense dinner, you bite the bullet. "you've been irritated all week — are you going to tell me what that's about or am i supposed to guess?" you cross your arms and lean back against the kitchen counter. you half-expect him to walk out of the kitchen, but he levels a glare at the table, simmering. "...why didn't you tell me?" you throw your hands into the air. "tell you what, seungcheol?" "that you used to date seungkwan!" that makes you pause. "what? i never dated seungkwan—" and then it clicks. last week, your phone brought up a screenshot from years ago that you never deleted: a dating app exchange with a guy you met exactly twice, both of you deciding after the dates that it wouldn't work. you didn't remember him, not even when you were re-introduced to seungkwan as seungcheol's partner; that's how unimportant it was. when you and seungkwan realized your past connection, you thought it was funny, but evidently, seungcheol didn't. "i never dated him," you say again, much calmer now that you know what he's upset about. "it was two dates a long time ago. i didn't tell you because i didn't know it was him. do you want me to recount every failed match i had on dating apps?" you raise your eyebrows until he relents with a gruff no. "besides, i'm literally living with you now. that's got to count for something, right?"

SOONYOUNG: when he's in a bad mood, everyone who knows him knows. he's good at schooling his expression into a neutral smile, but something about him is colder, more reserved. he's lost in his festering thoughts, and it takes a while to draw him back out. so when you flip over your phone to show him a funny video and his laugh is stalled for the fifth time, you decide to sit up and talk about it. he stays draped over the couch as you cross your arms, but finally he huffs, "why didn't you tell me?" his frown borders on angry, but when he toys with the hem of your sweater, you know that it's not directed at you, which is relieving — his anger is a force to be reckoned with. you wait for him to continue because he looks like he's turning words over in his mind. he begins slowly, "i trust my members with my life. all of them, but seungcheol especially. he's a good leader. takes care of us." you only hum, hand coming up to tug the short hairs on the nape of his neck. he leans into the touch. "and i'm glad you get along with everyone. i'm glad seungcheol takes care of you." there's something heartbreaking about the look in his eyes when he meets your gaze. "he told me that you've been confiding in him about your nightmares?" you suck in a breath. "it's not because i don't trust—" "i know, i know. he told me it's because you didn't want me to worry, but baby, i'm supposed to take care of you."

JIHOON: "what video are you watching?" you ask as you shuffle into his studio. take-out containers are laid out on the table, making you nearly drool in anticipation, and you're assuming the ones pushed to the corner are yours. you settle into a seat and break a pair of chopsticks. he still hasn't looked over. "hello? jihoon?" he grunts, eyebrows furrowed as he continues staring intently at the screen. you can hear a familiar song bleeding from his headphones. his standoffish behavior rubs you the wrong way, but whatever — you had a long day and you're hungry. you're about two bites into your fried rice when he finally pauses the video and turns to you. "why didn't you tell me?" you just keep eating. if he's going to accuse you of something and be mad about it, he better give you more context. "this—" he waves at his screen— "is your audition tape. you didn't tell me you were an idol trainee?" you choke on your food, and when he pushes a can of coke zero into your hand, you chug it gratefully. "where the hell did you get that?" and that makes his frown deepen. "i got it from soonyoung. you told soonyoung before you told me?" he tries to say it nonchalantly, but there's hurt that bleeds into his voice. you didn't mean to tell soonyoung first — it just happened that way because he overheard you talking about it to another friend and then he pestered you to send him a video. "what's worse is that i kept complaining to you about idol life...does that bring up bad memories? hurt feelings? i'm sorry."

MINGYU: sometimes you joke and say that he has a thing for praise, but it's true that he loves feeling needed and helpful, particularly when it comes to you. as much as you'd love his assistance with this one project, however, it's supposed to be a secret to everyone except jihoon who's helping as a co-composer. you were doing so well with hiding this until he surprises jihoon in the studio and finds you in front of the microphone. "what the heck? ...are you making a song?" the without me? goes unsaid, but it's written all over his stricken face. "why didn't you tell me?" jihoon shrugs and doesn't help when he says, "well, that'd defeat the whole secret aspect." "oh, so you can help, but i can't?" mingyu snaps, and it seems like jihoon finally realizes the extent of mingyu's mood because he doesn't say anything when you usher your boyfriend out the door. "why didn't you tell me?" he asks again, a hint of a whine pushing through. "i can write lyrics. or listen and give feedback. i've written songs before, too, y'know—" you put on a hand on his chest, and he swallows back his words, though you know he's dying to make his case. "why didn't you tell me?" "they told me i couldn't tell anyone," you say, apologetically. "they explicitly said not to tell you." he pouts. "i tell you all of my projects..." he mumbles, but he gets it — professional contracts come first.

SEUNGKWAN: he always makes sure that you're taking care of yourself, which includes getting all your vitamins and having enough energy to get through the day. one of the ways he does this is packing you lunch once in a while, and you've learned to accept it without protest, even if you feel like he's overextending himself. he makes good food! it's just...it's rare, but there's this one dish that he makes with soondae and you're not really a fan. you've never mentioned it because the topic never came up, and you were going to say something about it when it first appeared in your lunchbox, but he was so proud of it, saying that it's a recipe he developed himself and he was so excited for you to try it. how could you dash his hopes like that? but you know who likes soondae? mingyu. you develop a secret exchange that works for a while: your soondae for one of mingyu's proteins, and you're in the middle of this switch when seungkwan walks in and catches you red handed. mingyu looks between the two of you, takes his chopsticks in his mouth, and hurries out of the room. the last incriminating piece of soondae sits in your lunch container. "...why didn't you tell me?" you wince. he's not mad, just disappointed, and you're not sure which breaks your heart more. "you could've just said you don't like my cooking. i can take it." oh, and there's the pout. you're quick to hop to his side. "no, no, i like your cooking! it's that one dish, i swear! i didn't — i promise i eat everything else."

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Mha Boys React to

You Not Saying I Love You Back

Izuku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kiri and Denki

Fluff- slight angst- crack

This is another old one 🥲

Mentions of KamiJirou and Izucho in Shoto's

Izuku:

You always loved pranking Izuku, you got lots of views, and your followers absolutely loved him. You've been hoping to try this trend for a while now, and decided that you would go through with it today. So, once Izuku was ready for work and came to say goodbye, you had a camera hidden as you sat on the couch, reading a book.

Izuku strolled over to you on the couch and kissed your head gently. "I'm leaving now Puppy, I love you, I'll see you tonight." Smiling you kissed his lips gently, "K. See you tonight Zuku." Frowning slightly Izuku stood there for a few moments before gently petting your head, "I love you."

You nodded and grabbed his hand to leave a gentle kiss. "I know, bye Baby." Frowning deeper Izuku took both of your hands and made you look him in the eye. "I love you." ".... I know." "That's not what you're supposed to say." Izuku frowned. Forcing yourself not to break you say, "Bye~!" "Do you not love me?! What did I do wrong?! I'm so sorry! Was it because I- *Panic muttering*".

Finally not being able to take it you burst out in laughter. "No~! Baby~ it was a prank! I love you, I love you, I love you!" You exclaim, wrapping Izuku in your arms, kissing his forehead in between your multiple 'love yous'. "Oh, I thought you didn't love me anymore! (y/n)~ don't do that to me~!" Izuku whined, causing you to giggle even more.

Bakugou:

Your followers LOVED your husband. I mean, he was HILARIOUS! They ate up his reactions in literal seconds. Whenever you posted a prank, or any kind of video/short with him in it, it would instantly blow up. And so, you decided to do one of your followers recommendations.

I mean, you knew that your husband would explode, but you knew that he wouldn't kill his (s\o). Right??? And so, right before your husband was going to go out with his friends you set up a camera in your living room, hiding it with the number 2 hero Lord Explosion Murder Dynamite's merch (You have a LOT in your house, both bc you love your hubby to death, and he has the biggest ego in the MHA universe.)

Once the camera was set up you went back to the couch and scrolled on TikTok, replying to your followers here and there. When Bakugou finally came out of your bedroom you stopped yourself from giving in as you watched his muscles appreciatively. Holding strong, you swallowed as he walked towards you.

"Oi. I'm leaving now." Bakugou grunted, stooping down for you to kiss him. Kissing him teasingly you almost giggle as Bakugou huffed when you pulled away quicker then he wanted. "Oi. I said I'm leaving." "Okay. Have fun, future number one." You reply, intentionally not initiating an 'I love you' like usual. "I love you idiot." Bakugo muttered, a light blush on his cheeks.

Bakugou hardly ever said those three words, so you almost gave up. But you knew that this would EXPLODE so you decided to go on. "I know. Have fun." You reply, causing Bakugou to halt. "You're forgetting something." Bakugou growled, red eyes glaring daggers at you. "Hmm? Oh, be safe." You smile sweetly, internally dying inside.

"Say it. Now." Bakugou growled. "What do you want me to say? Keep Denki and Sero in line so you won't get kicked out again?" "Y know what. Forget it." Bakugou grumbled, turning to leave. "Wait Baby no~ it was just a prank!" You chase him as he walks out the door, apologizing profusely.

Shoto:

You really didn't want to do this. Like really, really didn't want to do this. But, Denki confessed to Jiro so you had to. You never broke your promises, ever. And one of this level? It would be a sin. I mean come on, you've been shipping them for at least four years, (You guys graduated U.A. like a year and a half ago) and have been trying to get them together for two.

Finally, Denki confessed and Jiro agreed on letting him take her on a date. So, you decided to put yourself, and your sweet husband in agony. A short lived agony, yet an agony all the same. (Yes, I am quite dramatic.) And so here you were, filming a prank video for Denki's prank channel.

If this became popular Denki made Izuku promise that he would confess to Ururaka, so you had to do your best, I mean come on~ two of your favorite ships FINALLY getting together? It was a dream come true! And so, here you were, on your and Shoto's bed, waiting for your beloved husband to say goodnight before he went on patrol.

Being the number 3 hero he usually took a late night shift so he could spend more time with you. (Sweet Baby <3) Giggling at a prank Mina pulled on Bakugou (Not a ship! I repeat, not a ship!) you were surprised when you felt Shoto lay on top of you.

"I gotta go Love, but I'll be back in about an hour. I love you, don't stay up all night watching Bakugo blow up again. Deal?" Shoto asked, causing you to giggle softly. "Only if you promise to not stay up fighting villains all night!" You tease, causing Shoto to sigh. "

"Love, you know that's out of my control." Shoto replied softly, giving you a sweet kiss on your neck, causing you to shiver with delight. "Same here! I mean come on, Bakugou being ignored is utterly hilarious! Also I need to show Denki some love, look at his channel! It's basically dying right now!" Chuckling softly Shoto gave you a kiss on your head.

"Okay, but once I get back you need to get off and show me some love instead. Okay?" Shoto compromised, earning a smirk from you. "Deal!" Smiling fondly Shoto gave you yet another kiss on your head. "Love you. Have a good night, I'll be back as soon as possible." "Come back soon~ but be safe!" You exclaim.

Shoto continued getting off of you and started walking downstairs, seemingly not noticing you failed to verbalize your love. You intensely listened as you waited for your beloved Shoto to come back up. You snorted as you heard Shoto's footsteps suddenly stop. You forced yourself to not giggle as Shoto walked up again, walking into your room he stood and just stared at you.

"Did you forget something?" You ask, completely smitten at the adorable look he gave you. "No, but I believe you did." Shoto replied. You smiled, "Oh? Did i? Well go kick some as-" "(Y/n). Please, I love you." "I know! Have a good patrol!" "Y/n. I love you so, so much. I mean it, I really do." Shoto frowned, feeling bad you realized that he was actually getting insecure now.

He tended to do that, no matter how perfect he was he always found a way to compare himself to other men, saying he's not good enough. Or even worse, he compares himself to Endeavor, that peace of (I don't cuss, so I couldn't tell you 😒) which broke your heart.

Depending on how broken he was the longer it took you to calm him down, and reassure him that he was utterly perfect to you and nothing at all like his shizzy old man. (Yes I just wrote shizzy. Why? Cause shizzy is the same as shiz.) Now feeling bad you walked over to him and enveloped him in your arms.

"Oh Baby, it was a stupid prank, I'm so sorry. I love you too. So, so much." You comfort. And so after his patrol you spent the rest of the night cuddling and spouting words of love. Yes, it took a while of unconditional love for him to feel whole again. (The vid blew up FAST I mean, Denki now has a whopping new 483 followers. And they keep coming.)

Kirishima:

You and your boyfriend were currently in a prank war. It all started when Kiri, that sweet, sweet baby of your's decided to ignore you. Two years have passed since then, and both of you are third years in U.A. high. Last week your boyfriend decided to start a argument and pass out. Yeah, you weren't happy. And so, you were going to get revenge. Your prank channel has almost a million followers, about half on your side, while the other on Kiri's. Smirking you set up the camera in your boyfriend's dorm. Kiri was in the bathroom getting ready for the gym, and Bakugou was going to be over shortly to drive him. (Ummm pray for Kiri's life. Driving with Bakugo??!💀)

You looked up as you heard Kiri open the door, stepping into your view in the process. I mean, you two were still kids, so you haven't you know, *cough cough*. But~ that doesn't mean that you can't like what you see... ANYWAYS! He had a red tank top on, which show cased his muscles beautifully.

He had black shorts and a red head band which pulled back his hair from his face. Smiling widely you looked him in the eyes, causing him to blush. "So... I look good?" Kiri asked, face as red as his beautiful hair. "Good? Eiji.... you look stunning! I mean drop dead gorgeous. I would literally date you in a heartbeat- scratch that I would marry you in a heart beat! SO manly!" You ramble, causing your gorgeous boyfriend's neck and ears to start turning red as well.

Before Kiri could could respond the door was kicked open. "ENOUGH WITH THIS CRINGEY SHIZ AND GET YOUR *Dadadada* OUT HERE NOW!" Bakugo yelled, causing both you and Kiri to sigh. "Well, I love you Baby, I'll be back in a few hours." Kiri promised. Stooping down to kiss you he slightly frowned when you responded with, "Mkay, have fun." "I love you." He repeated after giving you a loving kiss on your lips.

"Mhm, have fun." Scoffing Bakugo stormed off and yelled, "I'LL BE IN THE CAR! DON'T TAKE TO LONG, THAT MEANS NO FU-" "YES! THANK YOU, WE KNOW!" Kiri yelled, face a dark red. Giggling you kissed his hand, "Bye Baby, have fun being screamed at." "Wait... aren't you forgetting something?" "Make sure to keep Bakubeast in check?"

Kirishima would normally chuckle, but instead of him blessing you with the sound of his laugh he just frowned deeper. "Baby... Pebble... Do you love me?" "Why do you ask? But Baby, you gotta go, you're gonna be late." "Please say you love me!" "Baby~ you're gonna be late~!" Kiri pouted and then kissed you on your head. "Bye, love you." He said in a defeated tone, breaking your heart.

Normally, you would go over to him and smother him with love and promise him that it's just a prank. But, you had to stay strong, the prank he pulled was so~ mean! After a few hours Kiri came back to your dorm, sweaty and tired. It looked like he almost forgot about your neglect, but knowing Kiri he wouldn't forget it until you fix it.

After Kiri greeted you with an 'I love you' and a kiss on the temple he went to go shower. (Please just pretend that third years have showers in their dorms or something!) After his shower Kiri let you dry his hair, something that you LOVED doing when it was fluffy and just washed. Time skip: about an hour or two later.

"Hey... (y/n)." Kirishima called, hesitation heavy in his voice. "Yes Baby?" You ask. "A-are you mad at me? I'm really sorry.. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'll fix it! Promise!" Giggling at his eagerness you decided to end his misery.

"Oh my poor Baby! I'm sorry! I love you, I love you, I love you~!!!" You exclaim, jumping off the bed to wrap your worried boyfriend in a hug. "Wait.... was this a prank?! (Y/n)! SO~ mean!" Kiri laughed, wrapping his arms around you he peppered your neck, face and head with kisses.

Giggling you cuddle for the rest of the night, the video blew up and your followers are now asking for more Bakugou content. Though, I would stop being smug right about now, and start preparing for Kiri's next prank.

Denki:

Denki told you that he wouldn't prank you, but come on. His followers have seen you in a few of his prank videos, and boy oh boy did they love you. They requested time and time again for him to prank you, so he did. And you did NOT like that. And because he broke his word, you'll break your's. And so here you were, intro already filmed and camera set up.

"Nugget~ Baby Nuggy~" Denki called, winking at the camera you looked up as Denki walked into the room. "Yes Bubs?" "I need to go~" Denki whined, walking over to you he wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your face repeatedly causing you to giggle. "Mkay, don't overuse your quirk. Be safe!" You encourage.

Kissing Denki sweetly you lent back as he started to deepen the kiss. "You got to go Bubs. See you in the morning!" Groaning Denki leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips. "I love you. Have a good night." "Have a good night!" You chirp, internally giggling as he stopped.

"I love you." Denki repeated, leaning down to look you in the eye as he kissed your nose. "Denki~ don't be late! Bakugou WILL kill you!" You exclaim, giving him a light push as he tried to kiss you further. "Baby~ I love you~" Denki whined, clinging to your neck like a child. "I know, I know! Just go to work!" You order, stifling your giggles as your boyfriend acted like a literal child.

"(Y/n)... please say you love me." Denki sniffled, a pout staining his cheerful face. Yes, you knew that you should've lasted longer, but come on! That pout! "Baby! It was just a prank! I love you~" You pout, wrapping your arms around Denki in a hug. "(Y/n)! Really?!" Denki whined, causing you to giggle. You laugh as you see Denki's playful pout, before pulling him in for more kisses. (First time writing Denki, hope I did an okay job).

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livesincerely · 4 months

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i was just reading back through your writer’s desks and remembered how much i loved the slideshow au! no pressure but do you have anymore thoughts on it? it’s just one of my faves <3

The outline/notes for that one are still in the very early stages but I’m happy to share what I’ve got so far!

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He’s waiting for Tony to come back from the bathroom, the next episode of Crime Scene Kitchen queued up on the tv, when his phone vibrates with a text from Jack.

this prod meeting is running long, probs won’t be back until late. Go ahead and watch w/o me

Everything ok?

ya but part of the set got busted during a scene change so I gotta figure when/how to fix it before tomorrow night

I’ll put your takeout in the fridge and save you some egg rolls

and that’s why you’re my favorite

Say hi to Medda for me

of course

“Jack’s not going to be home until late,” Davey announces as Tony wanders back into the living room. “He says we should start without him.”

….

“Dave,” Tony says, sighing deeply. “Why am I looking at a PowerPoint titled, “Jack Kelly + David Jacobs: A Comprehensive Argument for Maintaining Equilibrium.”

Davey pins him with a scathing look. “It’s a Google Slides presentation, you godless heathen.”

“What the fuck?” Tony asks, ignoring him, clicking rapidly through the screens. “When did you even make this?”

Davey shifts in his seat. “I mean, it’s more of a living document, so it’s never really finished—“

“Davey.”

“A couple years ago, I guess,” Davey says. “Give or take.”

Tony squints at the computer screen. “It’s saved on your old university account.”

“Okay, or maybe it was three months into junior year!” Davey admits, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was a stressful semester and I was super nervous about failing my animal science midterm and Jack was out on a date with that PoliSci major that lived upstairs and— And the when isn’t the point! The point is, according to my research, telling Jack isn’t worth the risk of ruining our friendship.”

“What are these graphs even measuring?” Tony asks, staring at one of the slides. “‘Overall Happiness, Jacobs v Others’?”

….

“Well, your math is absolute shit, for one thing,” Tony says, frowning at a graph entitled ‘Art Pieces per Subject’. Davey’s name is sitting in dead last. “There’s no way these numbers are right. Jack draws you literally all of the time.”

Davey frowns right back at him. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Uh, yeah he fucking does,” Tony disagrees. “You’re, like, one of his favorite things to make art of, period. He spends about half his time bitching about how copic doesn’t make a marker that matches your eyes—at this point I’m pretty sure he’s got more drawings of you than actual pictures.”

“I think I would’ve noticed if Jack suddenly started drawing me,” Davey scoffs, shaking his head. “It’s not like he’s subtle when something’s caught his eye. Plus, he lets me flip through his sketchbooks whenever he finishes filling one and I’m almost never in them.”

“Which one?” Tony asks.

Davey blinks. “Which one, what?”

“Which one,” Tony repeats, oddly intent. “Which sketchbook does he show you?”

“What do you mean, which one?” Davey asks, irritated. “The only one! The one he always— it’s not like it’s some big secret!”

Tony stares. Then Tony sighs.

Very quietly, Davey hears him mutter, “…pair of fucking morons.”

…..

“Okay, but, riddle me this,” Tony says. “Why don’t you just tell him? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“What’s the worst that could— I literally just went over all the reasons why that’s a horrible idea!” Davey exclaims. “It would ruin everything!”

“I really don’t think it would, Dave,” Tony says. “You and Jack… will ya at least think about it?”

“I’ve done nothing but think about it,” Davey says, and to his horror, he can feel his eyes starting to sting. “I can’t.”

“Want me to do it?” Tony offers, and he says it like a joke but Davey knows him too well to think that he’s anything but absolutely serious.

He jolts forward, arms outstretched as if to preemptively cram the words back down his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare, Tones, I am so fucking serious—“

“Okay, okay!” Tony says, holding up his hands in surrender. “I won’t snitch on your neurotic ass, even if it’d make you happier in the long run. My word as my bond or whatever.”

Davey huffs out a laugh, and it’s only a little teary. “Fuck you, my neurotic ass is the reason you made it to graduation, shithead.”

…..

“Hey, can I borrow your laptop?” Jack asks. “Mine’s dead and I left my charger at the theater.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Davey absently responds.

…..

“Davey,” Jack says, voice straining. “What the hell is this?”

“What is what?” Davey asks.

“This.” He turns the laptop around and— oh shit. It’s The Argument.

He feels his blood run cold. “Oh,” he says. “That.”

“Dave,” Jack says, his mouth set in a hard, thin line. “Did you make a fucking PowerPoint about me? About us?”

Davey swallows. “…It’s actually a Google Slides presentation,” he says weakly.

…..

“You’re telling me this is nothing?” Jack demands, incredulous. He tilts the screen back to show Davey the current slide, which is just an enlarged photo of Jack’s handsome, smiling face, surrounded by a halo of red arrows and the caption, ‘JUST LOOK AT HIM,’ written in boldfaced text. “Nothing? Nothing at all?”

“Maybe we can stop looking at it now,” Davey says, loudly. He leans over the back of the couch, making another panicked grab for his laptop, but Jack dodges out of the way, clicking to the next slide.

#*ask #newsies #javid #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #the google slides fic #this is the roughest of rough drafts but I hope it was legible and made some kind of sense?#hope you enjoy!!!#☺️

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demetris-cocksleeve · 5 months

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⚠️IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT⚠️

Hey, guys... so I've been writing on here for the last 2 years (almost 3) and while I have loved every second of it I can't do it anymore.

I can't....

...keep Pirate! Bakugo to myself any longer...

Imagine you're running, through shabby alleys and past the cess pools your town calls taverns, weaving through the crowded pathways; a couple of men are chasing you, their angry shouts getting mixed with the hustle of the busy streets. You turn your head to risk a glance at your pursuers- shit, they're closer than you thought.

Just as you turn your head back and go to put once last push into your gait, you slam into something big and solid. The sudden arm in your way clotheslines you and sends you scrambling for anything to keep you upright. Not that you need to- the same arm that sent you reeling now has the front of your shirt, hauling you upright.

"Oi!-" The arm's owner barks out, just to be interrupted by the men chasing you.

"Thank you! This little bitch stole our coin," the shorter of the pair turns his yellowed snarl to your form, still held in the strangers steel-like grip.

"I stole nothing!" You growl back, desperately trying to free yourself. Your nails dig into your captor's wrist, but he remains unfazed.

You finally see his face when he turns to you. His eyes bore into your own as he stares you down. "D'ja take their shit?"

His messy blonde hair casts a scary loom over the top half of his face, almost making his blood reds glow. "I didn't steal anything..." you grunt out, trying to yank yourself free.

"So, you're a thief AND a lia-" The taller accuser snarks.

"Enough," the man holding you says, deadly calm. "She said she didn't steal it, so go."

The men raise their voices, yelling their injustices. The second man makes a swipe at you, trying to tug you away from your newfound savior. In a flash, the man yanks you behind him and clocks him in the jaw, felling him.

The other evidently decides that there are more important things to squabble over because he leaves his companion in the dust, clutching his face.

"Leave." The blonde growls, towering over the guy's pathetic form.

Neither of you moves as he scrambles away, stumbling over himself as he rounds a corner.

Your eyes widen. "Wha-"

Once gone, he turns to look at you. "Where is it?"

"-Don't play games with me. Where is it?"

You huff as you reach into your bra and pull out to coin purse. "How'd you know?"

"Only the guilty run. Now hand it over."

Eyeing his outstretched hand, you contemplate how far you could get if you ran. When he cocks his eyebrow, you relent, handing the bag over. You've done enough running today to last you a lifetime.

"What are you? An undercover constable?"

His face twists into an ugly snarl, "Opposite end o' the spectrum, doll." You watch as he counts out the gold, pocketing a few coins and tossing the bag back to you.

"Don't look at me like that- Pirates don't work for free."

Now imagine that each time he comes to port, you end up running into each other. Sometimes figuratively, other times literally (you're very prone to be chased through the streets - it's definitely NEVER your fault, though...).

You've seen him beat people up for looking at him the wrong way, so the confusion never fades about why he decided to help you all those months ago. You've asked, of course, but all you get is a noncommittal grunt or a large palm pushing you away by the face as he trudges past you.

Eventually, the "coincidental" visits turn into gifts- nothing huge, just little trinkets that "I've no use for the damned thing, thought cha might, though..."

Dont ask. I've had this in my drafts for almost 3 years, so I figured I'd just post it, lmao. If there's any grammar mistakes/spelling errors, blame 17 year old me, I didn't proofread this - I just added that first bit🙃

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou imagine #fantasy au #mha #my hero academia #mha x reader

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sp0o0kylights · 2 years

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Like the Wolf Steve/Eddie Werewolf AU

I have so much of this stupid thing written and it’s stuck on ch. 2 so imma just throw all the pieces up here now.

This is a werewolf AU, not an A/B/O fic. My version of Alphas and Omegas runs like a mixmash of Patricia Brigg’s, Ilonia Andrew’s, and Carrie Vaughn’s. There is no second gender, werewolves establish a hierarchy within a pack by who is most dominant/submissive, with two Alpha’s to a pack and Omegas being an extremely rare gift. Direct eye contact is considered a challenge and society has evolved to accept multiple types of Packs, including ones that include others beyond werewolves. All is explained in fic.

Warnings: Period typical homophobia, Eddie having trauma responses/being bullied/being hunted, mentions of Chrissy’s bones going snappy snappy, and a general mention of the delightfully dumb social/moral/ethical issues that paranormal creatures raise.

Eddie Munson was not anyone's idea of a proper pack Alpha.

Nor was he the kind of guy people wanted in a Pack, (capitol P intended, because “Titles are important, Edward.” and fuck did he hate when adults called him that. He went by Eddie for a reason.) or anywhere near them, period.

Experience taught him that even in a traditional Shifter town like Hawkins, filled to the brim with werewolves and not much else, people would pick literally anyone over him when it came time to pair up.

Witches, the Fae, hell, even humans were better than him in the eyes of his peers. They wouldn’t pick him to be their PE tennis partner if he was the last guy left, let alone allow such deep and familiar actions like “treating him nicely” or “waving hello.”

Letting him in their Pack? Any Pack, from a “true” one with the whole bond thing and fancy magic, down to the stupid social ones that did nothing more than let you know who your friends or coworkers were?

Perish the thought!

“My mom says you’re a total freak.” One of the old-blooded, rich brats had said in third grade, and the nickname had stuck like glue ever since.

It followed him throughout the years like it was branded on his forehead, accompanied by a steadily growing list of insults.

Weird. Faggot. Failure. Lone Wolf.

Other.

Different.

He'd tried long ago to stop letting it hurt him. The way they made him aware that he fell so outside the realm of what others considered normal that they actively shunned him.

It took until his sophomore year to get good at pretending it wasn’t painful, and at least by his third attempt at graduating, he had it down to where others believed it.

Had even carved out a place for himself, starting with the Hellfire club.

Gone about, rounding up all the other undesirables, the outcasted freaks who just didn’t fit into the stupid little social circles or dumb hierarchies of small towns the world over.

Took in Grant the human, and Jeff the half vampire and Gareth, who was sick all the time even though he was a werewolf.

Then the small group of incoming Freshman who’d been too loud, too proud, and far too nerdy to walk the halls without some kind of protection.

It wasn’t much, but for someone like Eddie?

It had been everything.

Too bad he was in Hawkins, Indiana, where people like him didn’t get to enjoy things.

Not without bad things happening.

Really bad things.

Chrissy Cunningham pulling an exorcist level of demonic possession, dying on his ceiling, and crashing down like a broken porcelain doll to the floor of his trailer level of bad things.

Suddenly Eddie wasn’t just the guy who couldn’t follow the same societal norms as every other bland teenage werewolf.

He was dangerous.

Satanic.

His freak status elevated from “guy with long hair and weird clothes who wouldn’t stop acting like he was an Alpha” to “wolf willing to exchange his very soul in order to bring about the end of the world”-or something.

Eddie hadn’t really listened much to Jason Carver’s rabid ranting, but he got the gist well enough.

It didn’t even matter that for all the magic in the world, demons and satan were more of a human concept than anything that had proven, hard hitting magic sitting behind it. Satanic panic was just in, and Chrissy-

He couldn't think about Chrissy.

Not that the truth mattered anyway.

No, the only thing that did was that one of their golden children had died in their town. A town they built, full of old werewolf families and a handful of powerful allies, that catered to them.

They needed reparation for the insult that had been brought upon their power.

Eddie was just the convenient lamb they had chosen to slaughter.

So here he was, outcasted by the whole town. Watching as the people who hated him collectively lost their minds, regressing back to the days of one singular Pack hierarchy controlling everything. Two Alpha’s to rule them all, with Jason fucking Carver was taking on the role as one of them.

Screw all the centuries of the world that had built past that. The way society was no longer “letting the inner beast win” but was instead getting along, moving forward.

Eddie hadn’t needed whatever had actually happened with Chrissy to know how much of a lie it was, but then he hadn’t planed on pulling back the facade either.

To bad for you, you idiot.

Not that there was anything he could do. Not with his van, stupid idiotic, easy to spot van out of commission, blown up transmission leaving him stranded not even two miles from his house. He’d exhausted himself just to get to the boathouse, knowing damn well that it wouldn’t make one ounce of difference if he’d bolted or called the cops.

They were gonna lay Chrissy’s death on his head, and now his chance to escape their wrath had all but dropped to zero.

Best he could do was hide. Wait it out.

Hope whatever the fuck had gotten Chrissy wasn’t going to come after him too.

The reminder didn’t help, that he had no idea what the hell had even happened. His mind ran in circles with his terror, trying to make sense of it, but all he could think about was how he could leave this damn boathouse.

How he could get out.

Out of Hawkins, out of Indiana, just fucking out.

It was that terror, the surge of adrenaline and the pure knowledge that if anyone caught him, his chances of survival dropped to damn near zero that he blamed for not recognizing Henderson’s voice.

Hadn’t even picked up on the younger wolf’s scent, he’d been so freaked out.

Wired with the intensity of a cornered animal, Eddie’s wolf staring out of his eyes and firmly in control the second he realized he wasn’t alone and whoever was here was calling his name, and all rational thoughts went right out the door.

Add in Steve fucking Harrington, former King of Hawkins High and total asshole violently poking around, and well.

There wasn’t a thought to be had at all.

Not in Eddie’s head, anyway.

He’d attacked when hiding no longer remained an option, proud of himself for pinning the larger wolf to the wall, snarling like the devil they thought he was.

And Harrington-Harrington let him.

Put his hands up as he crashed back against the wall. Kept his eyes off of Eddie’s, kept his throat exposed until Dustin could talk Eddie down.

Explain some things.

Explain all the fucking things, which didn’t help his situation, at all, but did at least help his overall mental state.

“We’ll work this out.” Henderson had said, voice confident, and Eddie, exhausted, starving, haunted by Chrissy’s bones snapping every time he closed his eyes-believed him.

Even if it was the stupidest thing to do.

Because for all his bravado, all his jumping on tables and loud speeches, the Throne he DM’d from and the Hellfire Club he ran-Eddie Munson had a secret.

He desperately, desperately, needed someone on his side.

Anybody.

Especially now, when he could feel himself seconds away from falling apart, life ripped out from under him a second time.

Pity this time round he didn’t have yet another Uncle to run to.

(It took Eddie a long time, in that same boathouse, to realize that Harrington had never retaliated against him for Eddie’s attack. For pinning him to the wall in front of his Packmate’s and making him look weak with a broken glass bottle, of all things.

Had in fact, backed down.

Which was a hell of a thing, when Eddie had discovered that the damn freshman hadn’t been fibbing for fun.

They really did have a little established Pack, bonds and all, and Steve Harrington really was the Alpha in control of it.

A born werewolf from one of Hawkins oldest families, with all their rules, fancy parties and refusal to be anything other than the best and he’d let Eddie, trailer park trash and son of two bitten, made, werewolves, pin him down like a puppy.

If Eddie hadn’t been wrestling with the existence of a hell dimension, hand made superpowers, and the reality of a world where humans were experimenting on species of various kinds, the long held treaty laws be damned while they raced the Russians to do fuck knew what, he might have caught on that Steve was just as different as he was, a whole lot sooner.

As it was, he just remained exhausted, hungry, and very, very grateful for the stupid freshmen.)

xXx

Shit hadn’t really gone sideways in the boathouse until the third time Henderson's little crew had dropped off food.

Dustin took in the look on Eddie’s face when Steve had unloaded the honeycomb cereal box, like the man had just seen water in a desert, and outright cackled.

Eddie reached out automatically, hooking his arm around the freshman’s neck and pulling him taught to his side. Dustin shrieked as he was put into a nuggie, Eddie spinning them as the younger wolf pushed ineffectively at his arms.

“Say uncle!” Eddie taunted with a grin.

“Ow, ow, Eddie!” Dustin whined, before finally going limp and shouting; “Fine! Uncle!”

Eddie dropped him with one last hair ruffle, grinning widely at him.

Dustin grinned back, even as he pretended to fuss at his hair and clothes. “God, it’s not my fault you just realize Steve adopted you.” He said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Why you gotta take it out on me?”

Eddie went to automatically deny that he was taking anything out on Dustin. He was just the youngest wolf in the Hellfire Club which meant by all the rules in the universe, he was the automatic target for all teasing.

The the kids words sunk in.

Sunk in the same way fucking teeth went into a steak, all sharp and deep and pointed.

Eddie froze so fast he almost nailed his face on one of the overhanging oars.

“What?” He said, positive he misheard.

“Those are your favorites right?” Dustin said, pointing at the offending cereal box on the ground. “He’s always been like, weirdly good at knowing what his packmates eat. I’d say it’s an Alpha thing but it’s totally not.”

“What.” Eddie said again, his voice coming out as more of a surprised croak.

“Max insists he pays super close attention but come on, it’s Steve. I once watched him trip trying to do the dance from the Breakfast Club. It’s absolutely just like, his weird little superpower.” Dustin hummed for a moment, face scrunched up in thought. “Like, snack-sense. Stevie Snack Sense!”

Eddie stared, the words “Steve adopted you” and “weirdly good at knowing what his packmates eat” ping-ponging around his head.

Henderson’s grin grew impossibly wider. “Get it? Like Scooby snacks?”

Then he laughed his weird little cackle again, ignoring the way Eddie had crashed like one of the shitty computers their school was so proud of owning.

‘Danger alert, the Freak is overheating. Danger alert, the Freak is-’

“Henderson are you coming or what!?” Steve yelled, causing Eddie to jump and Dustin to spin around, shouting something rude back.

“Keep your walkie on, okay?” Dustin said, turning back with a worried look that would have been touching if Eddie had been paying any attention at all, before scampering off to have an argument with his Pack Alpha.

The same one who apparently, allowed such things from whiny, teenage puppies, and also, was trying to adopt Eddie.

Into his Pack.

Eddie just stared after them, feeling vaguely like the world no longer made sense.

Probably because it didn’t.

#Hungry verse #werewolf AU #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #werewolf steve harrington #werewolf eddie munson #pack #packmates #0o0 fanfics

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heart-suguru · 2 years

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love taste

geto suguru x reader

word count: 2.6k

tags: established relationship, body worship, smut, oral (female recieving) geto is kinda obsessed with u, small mention of a daddy kink

Suguru came home early today.

When he walked through the front door, he was surprised to not see you resting leisurely in the living room, draped across the couch in your usual spot. He peeks his head into the kitchen briefly only to see you’re also not there. It’s not until he walks further down the hallway that he hears the fleeting sound of your presence.

Sweet little hums of a song he doesn’t know entrances him to walk further down the hall and seek you out. He calls out your name once he enters the bedroom, setting down his belongings on the wooden dresser on his side of the bed.

“Just a sec!” You reply from behind the door of the connected bathroom.

Suguru hums in reply, sitting down on the springy mattress and bending over to rid himself of his shoes. It gives you enough time to exit the bathroom and walk over to him with a smile on your face.

Your boyfriend peers up at you through the loose strands on his raven hair that have fallen from his accustomed up-do. The first thing he notices is your fluffy bathrobe as he sits upright again. You must have taken a shower because your whole presence smells like the color pink.

“You’re home early,” You say, leaning in for a small kiss.

Geto blinks at you as you pull away. He sees that despite your robe, your makeup is done. Pretty tones of color that flawlessly accentuates your skin are brushed and applied across your face, your hair is also fixed nicely, further drawing attention to the gorgeous features that caught his eyes when he met you years ago.

His sultry expression doesn’t go unnoticed, and you smile, laughing through your nose at his flattery.

“I take it from that look, you like?” You chuff, fluffing your hair and giving him a small twirl that makes your robe blossom from bottom to top. Suguru catches a glimpse of your nearly naked body hidden underneath and licks his lips.

He suppresses his urge to pounce on you with a hard gulp.“You’re..already ready?“

“Well, I was expecting you home in,” You check the nearby alarm clock on his bedside table. “—an hour and a half. I figured I’d not make us late this time.” You add, sauntering back to the bathroom and leaning in to observe the work you’ve done to your face.

“I could always go back to work.” Your boyfriend jokes, laying back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head. You narrow your eyes at him, he looks so handsome the way he sits. His white button down clings tightly to his arms and chest just the right away and his tilted smirk reaches ear to ear.

“Ha, ha.” You mock, then walk back into the bedroom, eyes lingering on him for a second longer than usual. Geto watches you step to the closet and sift through your garments. “Help me pick what to wear?” You ask, turning to look at your boyfriend over your shoulder.

“Wear what you’d like, baby.” He answers, and you frown at such a typical answer from that man. You know far too well he couldn’t give a damn what you wear, constantly reminding you that he can fight and he loves anything you put on your body.

With a roll of your eyes, you turn to him. “How about I just go in this then?” You point to the wooly fluff that is your robe and give him a knowing look.

Geto’s lips twitch into a big grin, he licks his lips once again before he replies. “Well, you sure look cute in that.”

You can’t help the slight tinge of heat that you feel sprinkle across your face, he quite literally looks like he wants to devour you. You chuckle out a nervous laugh.

“I don’t think you or me will appreciate the glares of other people as we eat our dinner.” You humor him, then turn to pull out some dresses and bring them to the bed.

Geto admires your thinking face as you drape your fingers across the fabric of the dresses, probably contemplating what shoes you could wear and the comfortability of the choices. You seem to come to a decision when you rid yourself of the robe and stand in your bra and panties.

You and Suguru have been together for years, yet he’ll never get tired of looking at your body. Each time feels like the first, and the way you’re so nonchalant and comfortable to be completely bare and vulnerable in front of him and only him, stuns him from further replying to your statement.

They’re simple undergarments— a lacy black bra paired with matching panties—but lucky for you, Geto Suguru is a very simple man.

Your boyfriend does not fail to clench his fists together at the sight of your exposed curves prancing along at the foot of your shared bed. You’re so effortlessly beautiful, he thinks as you turn your back to him and shimmy into a little black dress, hips swaying left to right while you work the garment on.

“Could you zip me up?” You ask so sweetly, holding the back of your dress up.

Geto quickly rises from his spot in the bed, wetting his lips as he fills the empty space behind you with his tall, strong body. He presses against you, completely discarding your ask to instead tickle your back with nimble fingers and adoring small kisses on your shoulder. You shudder as his long hair brushes against your skin, he must have let it down from the usual bun.

His lips are warm against your neck as he moves up to the nape, now nuzzling his nose into your hair which makes you giggle. “Suguru,” You warn, lolling your head to the side.

“Hmm?” He hums in reply, trailing his slender hands down your sides, only for them to find your hips and turn you to face him.

“Is this your way of telling me you don’t want me to wear this dress?” You pout, raising a brow at him.

Geto laughs, the sound rumbles between your bodies. “I want you to wear the dress,” He starts, then slowly, he lowers his lips to your ear, whispering something only low enough for you to hear.

“..so I can rip it off you when we get home.”

You inhale sharply at his words. They prickle you into goosebumps that form on the tops of your arms and legs. The warmth of his breathing tickles your ear, even so, you lean into his touch. Suguru lifts your chin to meet his face, a devilish smirk plastered on his features and then presses his lips to yours.

You place your palms on his chest for stability, running them across the muscles hidden below his shirt, knowing that just underneath is an intricate traditional japanese dragon that stretches from his pecs to his broad shoulders.

Your hands steadily slip down his torso, toying with the bottom button of his work shirt. It’s done innocently and with no serious intent, but he takes lead by undoing the top buttons, down until he meets your fingers on the last. You help him out of that white shirt, never missing an opportunity to have your smaller, delicate hands trailing against his naked chest.

Geto takes this time to hoist you up and have you straddle him on the bed. It’s a matter of time before you’re melting against him, lips meshing together like you could never pull them apart. His hands dare to trail down the small of your back and to the fat of your ass, kneading and hungry. Somewhere in between the kissing, Geto pulls the loose fabric of the dress down your chest. Your bra appears into vision again and he dives to lick and nip at the bare skin.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He murmurs into your skin, his meaty hands now reach to palm your tits.

“Mm, what do you mean?” You quietly question, head falling back as your chest rises to fill his hands.

A chuckle vibrates against you. “What do I mean?” He questions as he soaks up every part of you with his eyes. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He squeezes your tits together and bites his bottom lip at the sight. “That’s what I mean.”

You shyly turn your head away. “Shush.”

“No, baby. You gotta believe me.” He presses on, now unlatching your bra clasps and letting it pile at your waist along with the dress.

“I fucking love you.” Geto growls, leaning to lick around one of your nipples and bringing it to a hardened peak. Only then does he suck it into his mouth, tongue swirling over the bud. “I love you and your body.” He squeezed your sides. “There’s no way you’re real.”

You watch him become completely enamored with your existence with each and every kiss. The warmth of him makes you squeeze your thighs together, in the slight hope that it will make the tingling sensation you’ve had since he’s gotten home go away.

“Suguru..,” You gasp, realizing how far this is going. “…We should be getting ready for dinner.”

He looks at you with lidded eyes, dark and full of lust.

“But dinner’s right here?”

Your mouth parts as you watch your boyfriend’s lips form into a controlled smile. Before you know it, he’s lifting you in his arms only to maneuver you on your back. He lowers himself to your waist, dragging his fingers down your stomach and your thighs for them to happily reunite and tap you gently across your core.

You swallow, any words you try to get out are caught in your throat. It’s silly to attempt any rebuttal because one, the perfectly constructed pecks across your pelvic bone that are leaving minor wet marks across your warm skin feels fucking great. And two, you don’t want him to stop.

Geto can smell your body products better from his new position, a gentle rose-scented body wash, a sweet pomegranate scrub, and even the fragrant cream you use to shave.

“You smell so good.” He compliments, soaking in every scent you carry and drowning in it. He continues nipping and sucking at your thighs, leaving small purple spots to decorate them and brand you as his.

“Geto,” You whine, gripping to the sheets on the bed for some sort of restraint.

“How am I supposed to resist you?” Like clockwork he asks, kissing the wet patch that’s forming in those simple black panties. It helps the throbbing in your pussy none, sending a tingle straight to your clit.

You make a small noise of satisfaction, Geto grins. “I could kiss this pussy for days.” He whispers. “Lay you just like this and feast for hours like a man fucking starved.”

He bunches up the fabric to tightly form around your cunt and pulls up. “Look at that.” He whispers, drooling at the sight.

“Fucking beautiful.” He spits, now yanking your panties down, down, down, only to leave them to dangle off one ankle. “Gorgeous.” He retorts, now with an animalistic look in his eyes.

“D-don’t just stare…” You warn, but the words hold no fury and your body language gives what you really feel away. The arm to your face that hides your embarrassment and the sightful clench of your cunt does nothing but show how much you need him.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” He soothes you, rubbing light circles on your stomach. “You have not one thing to be embarrassed about.”

You smile a little. “Mmf…you’re sweet.”

“Bet you’re sweeter.” He hums, holding your thighs apart and licking from your hole to your clit. He groans delightfully at your taste, eyes darkening even more. “I was right.”

“A-ah..baby,” You breathe, biting your lip as you peer down at your boyfriend. He looks at you from between the valley of your breasts and panting chest, a sight he could never get tired of.

“What is it, doll?” He eggs you on, knowing you resort to nothing but a puddle when he’s got you laid out like this. He likes to use it to his advantage. Like he’s playing with his food.

“Want you..” You buck your hips into his face for him to continue. “—play with me.” You whine.

“You wanna play, sweetheart?”

You nod. “Yes, daddy.”

Geto’s eyes roll to the back of his head, but he quickly shakes out of it as he ravenges your cunt, kissing and sucking and tugging and thrusting his tongue into it, all at a controlled pace that sends shockwaves through your body. You’re quick to hold his dark locs in between your fingers and pull, desperate, rubbing his face in your folds.

“Sug-uru, o-oh— god,”

“God?” He smirks as he pulls away, “s’that really you think of me?”

You mindlessly nod, too drunk off the feeling of his tongue on you like it’s searching for a purpose to live.

Geto reaches his thumb to your clit, applying the smallest bit of pressure in tight circles while he prods his tongue in and out of you. You absentmindedly close your thighs around him, but he could care less. Getting squeezed around your heavenly thighs would be a perfect way to go.

“Fuck, baby..” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you babble like a mindless whore. He’s got you in the palm of his hand and hasn’t even fucked you yet.

Without breaking his tempo, Geto holds your thighs between one of arms and continues his routine. Everytime you buck your hips, his tongue will flick over your clit, his fingers will circle it faster, and when he finally adds a finger per your request, you’re chanting his name like it’s the only thing you know.

“Geto, m’ gonna—“ A high pitched squeal is ripped from your throat as he changes his motions. Upon your warning, he adds another finger, moving them in a rapid ‘come here’ motion while his other fingers are preoccupied with your clit racing side to side.

“Mm, fuck, daddy!” You cry into a shaky moan, teeth clenching and toes curling. The feeling in your stomach is far off of igniting, now in full blown fire. This fucker was trying to make you squirt.

His grin is wild, cock hard and straining in his pants as he watches you lose all sanity and come undone on his hands.

“n-ngh!” You squeak, gripping to the sheets beneath you as a wave of pleasure—and liquid—comes pouring out of you.

“There you go, baby.” Geto praises you, flicking his wrist with ease while your slick leaks out of your pussy. “That’s my fucking girl.”

Your eyes shut tight, head thrown back and a scream rips out of you as you shake violently. “Okay! d-done!” You cry, way too fucked to handle the overstimulation.

Geto takes his fingers from inside you, showing them off like a fucking trophy, then licking the liquid off like a lollipop.

You lay on the bed, hair now a mess, makeup a little crazy, and pussy still throbbing from such an intense orgasm. You try to calm the beating of your heart in deep breaths.

You open your hazy eyes and look at him, he smiles, keeping eye contact with you as he unbuckles his belt and lets his pants drop. The outline of his cock tents in his boxers and your eyes turn into hearts. Slowly, he crawls into bed to hover over you.

You run your hands through his hair while he places kisses against your cheek.

“Baby?” You smile.

“Yes, doll?”

“You got your dinner but not your dessert.” You slur—still in a sex daze from getting tongue fucked hard—you move your hand to palm gently through his boxers.

“Mm, yeah?” He groans, watching you with low lids.

“I’m thinking...creampie?“

Geto smiles, that smile you’ll never get tired of.

“You’re killing me, woman.”

#geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto suguru jjk #geto smut #jjk smut #berry loves getou

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allwaswell16 · 11 months

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in June 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #51 | ko-fi | fic recs

—Louis/Harry—

🩷 Teach me how to love by @perfectdagger

(E, 70k, one night stand) The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

🩷 My Other Half Was You by @lululawrence

(NR, 35k, small town au) Four years, seven months, and sixteen days after the day that changed everything, Louis turns a corner and literally runs into the man who just might change it all again.

🩷 Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16

(E, 30k, songfic) It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

🩷 Cowboy Like Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 29k, thief au) Going legit and starting over in a small town was supposed to solve all of Harry’s problems. That was until a string of robberies in wealthy towns brings him face-to-face with his rogue ex-partner and their dicey, unresolved past.

🩷 Every Lover's Got A Little Dagger In Their Hand by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry

(E, 22k, enemies to lovers) Does the attraction between two complete opposites really exist, or is it just a myth?

🩷 It Will Always Be You by @phdmama

(E, 15k, older Larry) If you had told Louis Tomlinson a year ago that he would be celebrating his birthday by kissing the man who is the love of his life on a Church Street park bench in Burlington VT as the snow drifted softly down, he would have told you that you were extremely imaginative.

🩷 You Light Up the Path by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(T, 12k, mermaid au) Louis Tomlinson left his home in Doncaster as a young man with the intent of making enough money to send it back home to his family and support them however he could. Harry, or so he likes to be called, is the myth and legend himself known as the Staithes Mermaid.

🩷 The Revelation by @creamcoffeelou

(E, 8k, cult au) Harry feels his edges start to unravel. He can’t find where he ends and where Louis begins. Part 3 of The Risen

🩷 Lacy Little Secret by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(E, 6k, bachelor party) Harry learned a very valuable lesson that day: always check to make sure it’s the right car before getting in.

🩷 the embers are new by @nouies

(NR, 3k, fantasy) Louis is a dragon vet whose life is changed after a long trip.

🩷 DIY Orgasm by red_PANdaaa28 / @red-pandaaa

(E, 3k, Grindr) Harry takes artsy nudes, Louis receives one and they both get to come.

🩷 Next in Line by @jaerie

(E, 3k, a/b/o) It wasn’t fair that nobody was doing anything about such behaviour. Harry couldn’t ban all alphas from his shows, but he could make omega only sections.

🩷 Just a little taste by @lunarheslwt

(G, 3k, vampire au) Harry is a vampire that comes home one night, grappling with the darkness that comes with being one.

🩷 The Early Show by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, uni radio show) The thing about Harry is that Louis has never been sure if he doesn’t like hybrids, or if he doesn’t like Louis. Either way, it’s unfortunate that they apparently are both equally late.

🩷 Ahead in the Count by @kingsofeverything

(E, 2k, baseball au) Louis’s been a catcher in the minor leagues for more than a decade and he’s never known a pitcher to touch his junk more often than he touches the baseball.

🩷 I Hear the Wind, It's Whispering My Name by Anonymous

(M, 2k, ghost fic) She’d also allowed herself to think of the woman every time she had a bit of me time over the next week. But then the woman had returned.

🩷 Imagination into Reality by @tommokat

(E, 1k, girl direction) It’s more than just physical, it’s years and years of attraction and pining and something that tastes like love.

🩷 All This Time by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, flower shop au) Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with flower shop owner Gemma Styles for years. It wasn't until she suggested he date her alpha brother that he ever thought of Harry that way. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea...

—Rare Pairs—

🩷 Pageant Material by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(G, 6k, Zayn/Louis) the Zouis teen beauty pageant AU.

🩷 Cool Kids Never Have The Time by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 6k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn auditions to join a band and makes a bad first impression on their bassist.

🩷 you wanna be on top? by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 6k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn’s experience as a contestant on America’s Next Top Model left her more than a little traumatized. She thinks she knows what to expect when she lets herself be talked into making an appearance on the show a couple of years later. Louis manages to surprise her.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #ficrec

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concededlesbian · 1 year

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Untitled Caitlyn Smut

This is literally something I wrote like a year ago that was supposed to have a plot but I just wrote the spicy parts and gave up on the plot

Includes: Strap on sex (receiving), oral (giving and receiving), scratching (giving), Soft Dom Caitlyn (?), Overstimulation (receiving), very brief degradation (receiving) , and multiple orgasms (receiving)

Anyways enjoy! >_<

Caitlyn grabs your wrist and gently pulls you onto her lap. She cups your cheek and pulls you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around the back of her neck and kissed her back. She removes her hand from your cheek and grabs your waist

"Get on your knees for me darling," Caitlyn whispers the order in your ear.

You slide off her lap with shaky legs and onto the floor in front of her. She places a hand on your cheek,

"You're so good for me," She praises.

Caitlyn grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up to her hips. She wasn't wearing any underwear. It wasn't uncommon for Caitlyn to go without underwear but you never thought she'd do so at such a formal event.

Caitlyn grabs your chin gently, making you snap out of your thoughts,

"What are you waiting for, darling? Eat." She ordered, asserting enough dominance without even having to raise her voice.

You bring your face closer to her pussy and start gently kissing on her clit. Caitlyn lets out a quiet breathy moan that encourages you to take it up a notch and you start flicking your tongue over her clit. Caitlyn lets out a loud gasp and grabs your hair in her fist, pushing you closer against her.

"Fuck, darling.." She says in a breathy voice,

Soon the stimulation wasn't enough and Caitlyn starts thrusting slowly against your tongue for more. You took the hint and slowly pushed two fingers inside her wet cunt. You thrust your fingers slowly, rubbing against Caitlyn's G spot with each thrust. Caitlyn's quiet moans are soon exchanged for louder ones as she humps your fingers and tongue.

"Fuck- you're such a good- good girl," Caitlyn says, her fist in your hair tightening.

The pressure on your scalp makes you moan against her, the vibrations sending her into a frenzy. Her thrusting got more frantic and her moans got so loud you were sure people downstairs could hear them.

The way she writhed on your fingers encouraged you to move your fingers faster inside of her; you were addicted to the way she reacted to the pleasure you were giving her.

You looked up to see her face and the sight you saw could've made you orgasm right there, her eyes half-lidded, and her mouth formed an "O" shape.

You started flicking your tongue against Caitlyn's clit faster, licking her like she was a shimmer-infused lollipop. You felt Caitlyn rapidly clenching around your fingers and you realized she was close to an orgasm. Her grip on your hair was now painful but you loved every second of the pain.

"Fuck- fuck! I'm so close- be a good little slut and make me come!" She whimpers loudly.

You take her clit in your mouth, sucking on it gently. Caitlyn's thighs squeeze the side of your head tightly and her body quaked above you as she came on your fingers. You kept your fingers thrusting slowly, helping Caitlyn ride out her orgasm. She finally pulls you off of her by your hair and you pull your fingers out of her. Caitlyn leans down so she is face to face with you.

"Open." Caitlyn orders, still out of breath from her orgasm.

You do what she says, opening your mouth, Caitlyn grabs your hand and presses the fingers covered in her wetness on your tongue.

"Now suck." She instructs,

You lick and suck Caitlyn's essence off your fingers as she told you to. You pulled your fingers out of your mouth and let your hand fall to your side.

"You were so good for me; I think you deserve a reward." She says, soothing your tingling scalp by lightly scratching it.

Caitlyn stands up and walks over to her closet to get something. She pulls a black box off of her shelf and turns to you.

"Get on the bed and get on your hands and knees." She ordered.

You did just as she said, crawling on the bed into position. You look over at Caitlyn as she opens the box, pulling out a navy blue strap-on. You watched as Caitlyn slid the strap on her slender legs and fastened it around her hips. There was something so hot about watching her prepare to absolutely ruin you.

Caitlyn walked back over to her bed and positioned herself behind you. She trailed her hands down your body, her breath hitching at the way you tense up under her touch.

"You're so beautiful, Y/n." Caitlyn's hands stop at the hem of your dress and slowly raise it just above your hips. She pulls you against her hips and you gasp at her strap bumping against your clothed clit. Caitlyn whispers a faint 'fuck' and pulls your underwear down your thighs.

"If you want me to stop at any time just yell out 'Red', okay?" You nodded your head in response.

With that, she slides the strap into your dripping core and starts thrusting slowly but passionately. The silicone dragged slowly against your walls, moans start to fall from your mouth as Caitlyn hits a pleasure point with each thrust. The obscene sound of her skin slapping against yours was better than any song you could ever listen to and it was only yours to hear.

Caitlyn wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you against her chest. Her scent filled the air around you; she smelled of lavender with a hint of vanilla. You never get tired of having her this close to you. She starts drilling into you at a quicker pace, making you slightly tremble in her grip.

"Fuck darling, you look so good shaking for me like this," Caitlyn whispers in your ear.

Your moans and whimpers filled the room; the pleasure Caitlyn was giving you overwhelmed all your senses. You threw your head back against Caitlyn's shoulder and she took the opportunity to wrap her free hand around your neck. She squeezed your throat just enough to make you feel slightly light-headed.

"Mmh, you're taking me so well." Caitlyn praised, making you clench around her strap.

Caitlyn removed her hand from your throat and brought it down to your clit, rubbing it gently. She started placing kisses on your temple, a sweet contrast to the harsh way she fucked you. Caitlyn whispered praises against your forehead, sending shockwaves of pleasure down your body.

"Fu–ck Cait please!" You pleaded, not even knowing what you were begging for.

Your breasts bounced with each rough movement of Caitlyn's hips; tears welled up in the corner of your eyes from pleasure. You grab Caitlyn's thigh, digging your nails into her skin in an attempt to ground yourself. She lets out a quiet whimper in pain and you pull your fingers back once you realize you were hurting her.

"No- baby keep doing that." She said abruptly, desperately not wanting you to stop.

You were a bit surprised that Caitlyn was into this but regardless you did as she requested, sticking your nails into the soft skin of her thigh. Caitlyn let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure, and her thrusts become even faster.

Hearing Caitlyn moan against you made your orgasm build up quicker than you expected and she could tell by the way you were writhing against her. The familiar knot in your stomach gets tighter with each rough thrust to your cunt. Caitlyn applied more pressure to your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. She unwrapped her arm from your waist and grabbed your chin, tilting your head back to look at her from above you. "Fuck Cait please I'm so close- I'm gonna cum- please!" You begged, the desperation in your voice very evident to Caitlyn.

Caitlyn smirked at your desperate state, "Come on darling, cum for me- make a mess all over my covers." Caitlyn encouraged you.

The knot in your stomach finally snaps and you are sent into a mind-numbing orgasm. You start scratching at Caitlyn's thigh and her moans filled the room along with yours. All you could say were jumbled versions of Caitlyn's name. Your legs uncontrollably shook, threatening to give out from under you and your wetness stuck to your thighs. Caitlyn let you ride out your high on her strap while she rubbed on your clit.

"Good girl, you sound so nice when you cum."

Caitlyn wrapped her arms around your torso and you relaxed in her hold. You laid against Caitlyn's chest, infatuated with the way her chest rose under your head with every breath.

There was a moment of silence with you sitting between Caitlyn's legs and her holding you tightly. You soon start to become very aware of the sticky feeling in between your thighs and shift uncomfortably. Caitlyn takes notice of that and spreads your legs open.

"Oh, I've made a mess of you, haven't I? Let me clean you up." Caitlyn says.

Caitlyn unwraps her arms from around you and positions herself between your legs. You quirk your eyebrows at her,

"What are you doing, Cait?" You question.

She let out a giggle, "I said I was gonna clean you up, didn't I?" She remarks coyly.

Caitlyn trails kisses from your ankle all the way up to your thigh, the ticklish feeling making you whimper. She makes her way up to your pussy and gently drags the tip of her tongue over your clit. You whined at the feeling because you were still fairly sensitive from your previous orgasm. Caitlyn moves her tongue down to your slit and curves the tip of her tongue inside you to collect your cum from your climax. She moans at the taste of you and whispers "Fuck, I can go slow anymore.." just loud enough for you to hear it.

As if something just snapped in Caitlyn, she hooks her arms under your thighs and closes the distance (which wasn't a big one) between your cunt and her mouth. She begins to lap at your pussy like it was her first meal in weeks. You squirm violently at the aggressive stimulation and buck against Caitlyn's face. Caitlyn tightens her hold on your thighs and pulls away to look up at you.

"Honey, I need you to stay still or I'll stop, okay?" She says sternly. You nod vigorously and Caitlyn smiles and sucks your clit into her mouth. You fist the covers to try to keep yourself from squirming or bucking into Caitlyn's face. Your breath is caught in your throat and all you can do is gasp brokenly at her ministrations. Caitlyn let's one of your thighs go to push her fingers into your cunt. She moves her fingers around until she finds your G-spot and thrusts her fingers against it. Your second orgasm begins to build before you can even think about it and you screw your eyes shut and buck your hips against her face.

Caitlyn lightly slaps your thigh, "Look at me, baby- look at me as I make you cum." She says with her voice muffled against your clit. Your eyes snap open and you look down at Caitlyn. Her eyes are filled with intense lust as she watches your face contort with pleasure.

"Fuck- you look so beautiful right now with your pretty eyes glazed over and your face all sweaty." Caitlyn says with a dark edge to her voice.

Your second orgasm felt like it was going to paralyze you and Caitlyn's dirty talking wasn't at all helping. You whimper out Caitlyn's name religiously as your climax got closer,

"I know you're close. Come on, baby, cum on my fingers." Caitlyn says, speeding up her thrusts.

With that command your orgasm hits you hard, you grab Caitlyn's hair and push her against you as she helps you ride out your orgasm on her fingers. Your whimpers echoed throughout the room as you came down from your orgasm.

Caitlyn places a gentle kiss on your clit and sits up. She looks down at you and smirks at how fucked out you looked. You laid back on the bed limp and you could barely keep your eyes open.

Caitlyn giggles and kisses your cheek. "Let's get you actually cleaned up, yeah?"

A/n: also excuse the last part it was very rushed ngl

#caitlyn x you #caitlyn kiramman #arcane #Caitlyn x reader smut #smut #Caitlyn arcane x reader #Caitlyn x reader #lesbian #caitlyn arcane

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Sugar Mommies Pt.16 - Season Finale

Welcome to the newest - and final - part in the Sugar Mommies Universe! Season 1 has officially come to an end but do not worry, Season 2 will be coming to you soon!

I apologise for not letting you guys know sooner. I literally came to the realisation about 5 minutes before posting this. 😂

So for the final time for Season 1, I hope you all enjoy! ❤️

❤️💋❤️💋

Read Season 1 here: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.6.5 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15 Pt.16.

It’s surreal to say the least, that not even an hour ago, you were being ruthlessly fucked by the three woman that surround you.

And now, you’re here.

On a date.

In the park.

Could it get any more picturesque?

Wanda answers your silent question by slipping her hand into your own and guiding you to walk that little bit closer to her.

“You guys suck, you know that?”

The trio look at you as one, equally confused by your sudden outburst.

It’s Natasha who regains composure first.

“I’m quite aware we do, you weren't complaining not long ago…”

Carol sniggers and shoves your shoulder with her own.

“Why do we suck, Y/N?”

“Because I said we were going out for my treat. I let you guys choose and where do we go? Somewhere free.”

“What can we say?” Carol replies, “we don’t like seeing you spend your money. Not on us.”

Now it’s your turn to playfully shove Carol away and she lets out a small laugh as she stumbles away from the group; nearly joining a different group of mother’s on their daily walk with their strollers.

With a smile for an apology, Carol hurries back to the three of you and relinks her hand with Natasha.

“She is half your size and yet she sent you flying…” the red head whispers up into Carol’s ear, smirking when she gets a glare.

“I wasn’t expecting it…” Carol replies, “and I tripped over my own feet. Shut up, Romanoff.”

“Whatever you say, cap.” The red head is grinning by the time they reach you.

Wanda is midway through twirling you around, grinning when you let out a little laugh as you trip slightly.

“Such a clumsy girl, detka.” Wanda says, pulling you close once more.

“Would you believe I did ballet when I was younger.”

“Now I know you’re lying.” Wanda replies, winking as you glare at her.

“I did!” You glance back when you feel Natasha’s free hand graze your side. “From 4 until about 6 but I did.”

“Wow, career starting years there, baby.” Carol says.

You only shrug.

“I still did it though. Mom…” You pause at your own mention of your mom before you quickly snap out of it, hoping the others didn’t notice. “...dressed me in the pink tights and the pink tutu and everything.”

Wanda wraps her arm around your shoulders and kisses the side of your head.

“I’d pay that woman for a picture of you. I’d pay her thousands.”

“We all would.” Natasha adds.

“Well you’d be paying for nothing,” You say. “I think they lost the pictures of me dancing when our kitchen caught on fire.”

“A fire?” Wanda asks quickly. You nod. “What happened?”

“If you don’t mind her asking.” Natasha adds.

“I dunno. I can’t remember.” You can. You remember that night very clearly as it was one the first memories of your mom and dad fighting.

But you’re not ready to tarnish your new relationship by bringing up your rocky relationship with your parents…not yet.

So you just shrug and awkwardly start to bite at your thumb nail.

Sensing your unease, Natasha speaks up.

“I did ballet too.” she says, trying to pull you from your head.

“You did?”

“Yeah,” Nat smiles, “Had pointe shoes and tutus galore.”

“Can I pay to see those?”

“No need.” Carol replies, “I’ve got a stash safely hidden away.”

You look excitedly at her.

“Really?”

“Yep!”

“I trusted you with those pictures, Danvers.” Natasha grumbles, causing the blonde to let out a laugh and lean down to kiss her cheek.

“I only show them to those who matter to me.”

That comment makes you look down at the ground, blushing.

“So I think it’s only fair the little one over here gets to see them too. Might even let her take one home to frame.”

“Y’know, I don’t have any qualms putting you over my knee for 10. In fact I think I’d rather enjoy it.”

“Oho, is that a threat?”

“It might be.”

Carol goes to reply but hearing you and Wanda giggling uncontrollably draws both of their attention.

“Is there something amusing, ladies?”

“No.” You say quickly.

“Nothing at all.” Wanda adds.

“Mhmm. That’s what I thought.” Carol says, smiling.

The four of you lull into a peaceful silence; Wanda happily holding your hand while Carol holds Natasha’s.

When you pass a family with two dogs, Carol speaks up.

“I’m still gutted we’ll never see those pictures of you in that cute ballerina outfit, baby.”

“There might be some in the attic but I’m not 100% sure.”

“I will personally hand you over $2000 right now to get you home so you can find these pictures.” Carol says.

“Y’know it’d be easier for me to text them and ask them to look for it, right?”

“Whichever gets these pictures to me quicker, I don’t care.”

“We could take you home ourselves!” Wanda adds suddenly, a huge smile on her face, eyes sparkling. “Drive, fly, whichever. They live close, right?”

“Firstly, fly?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded. “Secondly they’re close, sorta. Like a couple hours away I think.”

You don’t miss the confused looks.

“They move around a lot.” You say quickly. “C’mon, tell me about this flying thing!”

At the mention of flying again, Carol smiles.

“Why do you think Captain over here likes being called that?” Natasha says, nudging the blonde with her elbow.

“Yeah actually, why is that? I don’t think I’ve ever asked.”

“They got me flying lessons as a gift one year and the rest is history.” The blonde shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I’d happily fly you to your parents’ house anytime. I’d fly you anywhere you’d wanna go to be fair, princess. For a small price.”

“Oh yeah?” You reply, “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to pay…”

Carol shrugs.

“I’m sure we would come to some arrangement, baby girl.” Her eyes are twinkling and you are well aware of what arrangement she is thinking of.

“Maybe we’d join the mile high club…” Wanda says, leaning down to kiss your cheek, watching the second the words register in your head as your eyes widen.

“We…could…”

“It’d just be us four on the plane, detka. No one else.” Natasha clarifies.

“In that case I’m definitely down for that!” You grin. “I’ve never done it on an aeroplane before.”

“I was going to say, I’d be wanting a story later if you had.” Natasha says.

“I was pretty vanilla until I met you -- OH!”

You’re nearly taken out by a flying furry beast as it jumps up excitedly at you, paws digging into your sides.

You stumble back, letting out a string of giggles as you end up dragging Wanda with you.

Somewhere in the distance, you can hear someone frantically saying, “I am so sorry! He’s just a puppy! He won’t hurt you!”

The said puppy is freaking huge. On its back legs the thing is taller than you already and you’re struggling to keep yourself up right.

“...help…”

Natasha and Carol manage to pull the dog off of you and keep hold of its collar tightly when it tries to jump back up onto you.

You push your rumpled shirt back down and smile down at the puppy.

“Hi little guy!”

“Little guy? Kitten, that thing nearly flattened you.” Wanda says, glancing nervously at the animal who is still looking at you.

“Aww he’s adorable!” You drop to your knees and tickle the puppy’s chin, giggling when it starts to lap at your face.

Its owners frantically get to you, the mom hastily putting its leash back on.

“I am so, so sorry! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry! This cutie pie just took me by surprise!”

“It’s the first time we’ve let him off the leash. One second he was with us and the next he was gone.” The mom says, struggling to keep him down when he tries to jump on you again. “He really likes you!”

You’re far too occupied with the dog to properly hear what his owner is saying; mercifully Natasha comes to your rescue.

“I think she likes him too.”

“Y’know I think it’s because she looks like our Charlie, that’s why Max likes your daughter so much.” The dad says.

You quickly look up.

“I thought she looked familiar!” replies the mom. “Anyways, we best be off. Sorry again. C’mon Max. That isn’t your Charlie. C’mon!”

“Bye!” The three women smile and wave as the couple are dragged off by their Great Dane while you just continue to kneel on the floor, flabbergasted.

“Daughter?!”

You stand back up.

“They thought I was your daughter?”

“At least they were understanding about same sex relationships,” says Wanda, stroking your frown away. “Normally we’re just called friends.”

“I get that.” You reply, “but your daughter? Do I look that young?”

“Detka,” Natasha says, taking your hand in hers. “You are young.”

“But not that young…right?”

She kisses your nose and is about to reply when Wanda gasps, suddenly grabbing your hands.

“ICECREAMWEREGETTINGICECREAM!”

“What?”

And just like that, you’re gone.

You’re sure there’s dust versions of you and Wanda standing where you were mere seconds ago.

Your legs struggle to keep up with the other woman as she charges the two of you towards an ice-cream parlour.

Leaving Natasha and Carol to walk calmly behind you two.

“Wands, slow down, I’m gonna fall!” You can’t help but laugh.

Wanda, much to your relief, slows down.

“Hop on then, detka.”

She’s crouching slightly in front of you.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly. C’mon, up you get. Ice-cream is waiting.”

“Wands I’m too heavy.”

“Hardly. Up. Now.”

You glance back at Natasha and Carol who are still strolling after the two of you.

“Fine. Don’t complain though when I flatten you.”

You hop up onto Wanda’s back where she holds you effortlessly before jogging the two of you towards the parlour.

She sets off just as suddenly as she had when she nearly tore your hand off, and it causes you to let out a squeal as you cling onto her more tightly.

“I won’t drop you, detka!”

You scream when her jog turns into a run.

By the time you reach the shop, you’re both giggling wrecks.

You’re sure either Natasha or Carol was filming the two of you as well, despite the unfortunate angle.

Or rather, as Carol said when they finally joined you; “the lovely angle of both your asses.”

Wanda refuses to let you down as you all peruse the menu.

You zero in on the flavour you want.

But then spot a classic.

“Is it ironic I want vanilla?”

Natasha chuckles.

“What?” You ask.

“Vanilla was the first flavour we licked off Wanda.”

You glance at the other woman who is now blushing.

“Is that so?” You ask, grinning.

“With cherry sauce too, if I remember correctly.” Carol adds nonchalantly, still eyeing the menu. “It was funny because we put cherry sauce on her che - hi! Yes we’d like to order.”

The tips of Carol’s ears are red as she looks at you and Wanda with a side smirk.

“Care to order ladies? I’m still choosing.”

Carol looks right at you when she says this.

“You sure?” You ask as Wanda walks you both in front of Carol. “Oh. Well, I guess Wanda just answered that.”

“What can I get you?” The ice cream lady says, smiling at the two of you.

“I’ll take a mint choc chip please.”

“Cone or cup, love?”

Wanda bounces your sliding body back up on her back.

“Cone, please.”

“Is that all? Or are you gonna treat your cute girlfriend too?”

“Always,” she smiles. “What flavour are you wanting, kitten?”

“Think I’ll just get vanilla, please.” You say. “With cherry sauce. On a cone. Please.”

The spank on your ass is so sudden it makes Wanda jump as well.

“Such a cheeky girl.” Natasha mutters.

The lady behind the counter doesn’t notice as she’s too busy battling with the mint chocolate chip ice cream.

She scoops a hearty amount onto the cone and just as she’s about to hand it over to Wanda, she gently puts you back down; much to your disappointment.

“Sorry baby girl,” she says, “I don’t fancy having ice cream in my hair.”

Wanda takes her ice cream happily.

“You just prefer it on your body, right?”

Chuckling, Wanda takes a taste from her treat before tapping it on your nose.

“That’s right.” She says, leaning over to kiss the ice cream away.

“Aww, you two are just the cutest!”

You both look to see the ice cream girl watching you both, your ice cream coated in cherry sauce.

“Thanks,” you smile, grabbing your own treat from her.

“I mean, I don't think I’ve seen a hotter couple walk by yet.”

You smile into your ice cream as Wanda wraps her arm around you.

She not so subtly points to Natasha and Carol behind you and says loudly for you all to hear, “Way hotter than them two, right?”

You can pinpoint the exact moment when the ice cream girl makes eye contact with Natasha and Carol.

Poor thing.

“Order for us, Carol.” Is all Natasha says before she moves and grabs Wanda by the hair and not so gently guides her from the ice cream kiosk.

“Easy, easy! My ice cream cone!”

You stay behind to pay, hand going as far as to reach for your purse but Carol’s hand stops you.

“Put that away otherwise you’ll be joining Wanda with a scolding.”

You glance at the other two and see Natasha speaking into Wanda’s ear. The taller woman, despite probably being told off, is still smirking.

“I said it was my turn to treat you.”

“And we like treating you. So it’s three against one. Our treat, kitten.”

“I will pay for something. Eventually. Just you wait.”

“You might be paying for Wanda’s brattiness if she carries on.” Carol kisses your cheek. “Go on. I’ll be over in a moment.”

You do as you’re told, licking some ice cream off your hand as you go.

When you near the other two, you can hear Natasha finishing off her threat.

“...now do as you’re told, parshivets, before I put you in time out.”

Your eyes zero in on Natasha’s hand that is wrapped firmly around Wanda’s throat whilst the other still holds tightly in her hair.

“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Now eat your ice cream before it melts, bunny.” The two share a quick kiss and then Natasha releases her.

Turning to you with a smile.

“Good choice, detka.” Natasha swipes her finger through some of your ice cream and licks it off. “Very good choice. Lots of fun memories with that flavour.”

“Mmm,” you reply as you eat some of your ice cream. “What flavour have you gone for, Nat?”

“Cookies and cream, classic.” She says, eyeing you as you lick the frozen treat. “Car’s probably ordered buttered pecan or coffee.”

You scrunch your face.

“She’s the first person I know who orders coffee ice cream.”

“Carol has a caffeine addiction.” Wanda explains. “You wanna really get under her skin, hide her morning coffee. Does the trick every time.”

You laugh.

“The trick for what? Dying? I’ll leave that to you, Wands.”

“Smart choice.” Natasha replies.

The three of you make small talk while Carol pays for all of your ice creams and brings over the final two, licking at hers as she walks.

“Told you,” Natasha says as she takes her cone from the blonde, “coffee addict.”

“Says you, Romanoff.”

The four of you slowly make your way over to a free bench.

“So,” Carol says around a mouth of ice cream. “I heard a word that really caught my interest.”

“Go on.” Natasha replies, sitting down first. She pats her knee and waits patiently for you to sit there.

Once you do, she places her arm around your waist.

Carol and Wanda mimic you.

“The term the sweet ice cream girl used for you and Wanda.” Carol continues.

“Cute?” You ask, wincing when the ice cream sharply stings your tooth.

“You are, but not that, kitten.” Carol replies. “Girlfriend.”

You look at Carol.

And then at Wanda.

Then finally at Natasha.

“Oh?”

“If it’s not something you’re comfortable speaking about, we don’t have to talk about this.”

“No! No, I was actually hoping we’d have this conversation…”

“Oh really?” Wanda asks.

“Yeah. I never know what to refer to you guys as.”

“Well, I mean Wanda is Mommy…Natasha is Daddy…”

You let out a laugh.

“Not in that retrospect.” You say. “I just…I’d like to call you something…other than the three women I’m currently sleeping with.”

“Are you asking us to be your…girlfriends?” Natasha asks.

“In an awkward way…I am.”

The three women look at each other.

“And, I dunno. I really, really like you guys and if this is something you guys aren’t comfortable doing because of the whole Do’s and Don’ts thing then that’s fine -”

One slender finger comes to rest on your mouth and you stop talking to look into Natasha’s green eyes.

“You’re rambling, sweetheart.”

“Sorry.” You say around her finger.

“Now take a deep breath…and ask us.” Natasha says.

“Ask you what?”

The red head just looks at you, waiting for your brain to click.

“Oh. Oh!” You’re blushing. You know you are. “God this went smoother in my head.”

You lick your ice cream to help clear your head for a moment.

God, why was it so hard to form words.

“She’s trembling.” Natasha’s voice calms you down.

“Will you be my girlfriends?”

It’s Wanda who surges forward first, near knocking you off Natasha’s lap in her haste to kiss you.

Both your ice creams and Natasha’s fall to the ground, in forgotten heaps as you and Wanda kiss passionately.

Well, mostly forgotten.

Natasha lets out a little, “Aww, my ice cream.” when it’s knocked from her hand.

Only to be distracted by the sight of you and Wanda making out on her lap.

“Is that a yes?” You giggle, finally pulling away to inhale deeply.

“Yes. Yes. YES!”

Instead of kissing you again, Wanda pulls you in for a tight hug and rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Yes.” She says again.

“Can me and Carol get in on this or are you just gonna be greedy, Wands?”

“Greedy. So greedy.”

“Well seeing as you all lost your ice creams - and Nat is stuck under you - want me to get you some more?”

Before replying, Wanda kisses you again.

“Yes please.”

“Same again, girls?” she asks, standing up.

“You all reply “Yes!” and the blonde smiles as she walks back to the ice cream kiosk.

Just as she’s about to order, the girl speaks up.

“Did y’all just become girlfriends?”

She’s smiling.

“Were you watching us?” Carol asks, her defensiveness kicking in.

“I was! Not in a creepy way; I just, y’all are super cute together and I knew something big was gonna happen - I was betting on an engagement ring but this is just super cute! Congratulations!”

Carol glances back at the three of you, where you and Natasha are now kissing.

She can’t help but smile.

“Thanks.” Carol says.

“Hey, listen. I’m gonna go ahead and just put a shit load of toppings on these and not tell my boss, okay?”

“Why -”

“Because it’s a celebration! It’s not every day you land yourself some cute as fuck girlfriends, now is it? Now go on, get back over to your women; I’ll bring your ice cream over in a minute.”

Carol leaves the cash on the counter and looks at you all.

How quickly - and easily - you have fitted into the group dynamic.

Their missing heart as Wanda put it.

Now, you’re theirs.

Their girlfriend.

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Three times Amit nearly kissed her (and one time he did)

Amit Thakkar was still adjusting to his new life in the tiny hamlet of Keenbridge. It was certainly a different pace for him, but he was enjoying it all the same.

He'd got a little cottage on top of the hill, a little bit isolated from the other houses, but he didn't mind.

Oh, and his obsession with the stars was still consuming him alive. He'd set up a small station for himself in his garden, a telescope on a rickety old table and several (hundred) scrolls of parchment just waiting to be filled with notes on his sightings.

The people were nice too, which is always a bonus. Well, most of them. There was one bloke Amit had the misfortune of meeting on his first day and he'd vowed he'd steer clear of him as much as possible because he was a right ol' piece of work. Amit didn't have the guts to face any sort of negative attitude from the man, and had developed a (bad) habit of scurrying away whenever he caught sight of him.

Merlin, he was such a coward.

He just didn't want trouble!

Then there was her.

Now she- She was someone Amit wanted to be around.

There was something about her eyes that managed to send Amit into a frenzy.

The very first time they had met, they'd quite literally ploughed right into each other on the street. Admittedly, neither of them was looking where they were going, and then suddenly the basket of fruit she was carrying was tumbling to the floor, half the contents spilling all over the place.

She only had half a second to watch sadly as an apple rolled its merry way down the street, before she’d dived down to retrieve the still-good food.

They'd collided with such a force that they both let out an audible "oof" before stumbling away from each other, and Amit let out such a fast string of apologies that even himself couldn't even decipher in that moment. He scrambled down to help, picking up fruit as she set the basket right and chucked her share in.

"Oh, I'm awfully sorry madam, I wasn't looking when I should've, it's entirely my… fault…" he had to trail off.

When their eyes met, Amit felt as though he’d fallen straight into a rather cliché romance novel; the way she looked up at him, irises glittering in the morning sun, long lashes batting, it was like time had slowed for him.

Her eyes tore right through him, slightly annoyed but unable to stop the humour from seeping through.

His breath hitched in his throat and he snapped his mouth shut, his own dark eyes staring right back at her.

"Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking," she asked, placing the last of the fruit back into the basket and rising to her full height.

(If there was one thing Amit was relatively proud of, it was his height. He grew quite tall in the summer after his fifth year, and suddenly he was quite popular with the ladies. Not that he had much time for… things like that… But it made him at least a bit more confident!

And right now, he was towering over her.)

"Oh, no, I'm fine, and it was my fault, I apologize for the absolute carnage," he rushed out, "and I'm sorry about your fruit! I-"

"Hey, don't worry about the fruit, I'm sure my mother will understand the circumstances when I give them to her." The lady explained, flashing a smile, before furrowing her brows. "Wait, I haven't seen you here before."

"O-oh, yes, I moved in a short while ago, um," he awkwardly stuck out his hand, "Amit Thakkar."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Thakkar." She shook his hand firmly, and the way she never broke eye contact made butterflies erupt in his stomach. "I live just over there," she pointed off to one of the houses, "so if you need anything, give us a shout."

"That's very gracious of you," Amit said truthfully, feeling a bit more welcomed than stupid after the whole fiasco.

"Right, I better be off. See you around, Mr Thakkar!" She bid him farewell, scooped up her basket, and bustled off down the street.

Amit just kind of… stood there for a bit.

Honestly, he was feeling a bit overwhelmed by the whole encounter.

He started off by mentally slapping himself. He'd made such a fool of himself, why can't he just look where he's going?!

Then, he gave himself an internal pat on the back. He'd spoken to a very nice, very pretty lady and there were no hard feelings. Result!

He had a feeling he was going to get on well here.

🐦

A few days later, that feeling dissipated. Because Amit Thakkar had now come face to face with the one person he did not want to see.

Mr Kaligan, the haughty, loud, God-loving and generally rude man Amit didn't find very pleasant was currently pestering Amit's new lady friend.

And Amit's lady friend was smiling slightly. She was chuckling along to Kaligan's (poor attempts at a) joke, and Amit couldn't help but notice the repeated glances she shot the man's way.

She looked uncomfortable.

But, Amit absolutely hated confrontation.

He'd rather eat Mooncalf poo than actually intervene in anything that didn't involve him. Even if it did involve him, he'd probably leave it as well.

So, he stood there, watching out of the corner of his eye.

"You gonna buy that, mate?" The shopkeeper asked, making Amit jerk. He was holding a quill that he'd picked up and hadn't really done anything with it.

"Oh! Yes, please," he hurried out, handing the shopkeeper the money before scampering off to try and not embarrass himself further (he seemed to be very good at that as of late.)

He shot a look over at his friend again.

She was on her own! Kaligan had apparently gotten bored and wandered off.

Now, Amit had two choices.

Choice one: go home. Stay home. Only come out at night.

Choice two: go and talk to his friend. Make sure she's okay.

His years alone - just him and the stars - may have done a slight bit of damage to his self esteem, along with his ability to actually communicate with other humans.

His years at Hogwarts may have also contributed to his lack of assertion into conversations; he'd often kept to himself, plus people weren't really interested in what he had to say anyway, because all he really talked about was the night sky.

He just didn't want to be judged and come off as something he's not, you know?

(The Spotlight Effect is the psychological phenomenon by which people tend to believe they are being noticed more than they really are.)

His decision was made for him, however, when his friend came strolling up to him, grinning.

“Hello again, Mr Thakkar,” she greeted cheerfully, closing her eyes as she smiled his way, as if the afternoon sun was in her eyes (it was.)

“Oh! Uh, hello again,” he said awkwardly, providing a wonky smile that looked my like a grimace (he looked constipated.)

“I’m glad I found you, actually,” she said, and Amit’s brain briefly shut down when she grabbed his arms and shuffled them around, so she was facing away from the sun and not screwing her face up like she had something lodged up her nose, “I wanted to give you this!”

She seemed to produce a very pretty and carefully decorated piece of pottery out of nowhere, handing it to him. Amit, taken aback, gathered it was plate, absolutely littered with-

“Constellations!” He blurted unceremoniously, jaw dropping to the floor. He stared at her. “How did you-”

“When you gave me your name, I could have sworn I’d heard it before, so I did some digging, and realised you’d written a very interesting column in the Daily Profit about astronomy and other sky related things. Consider this a ‘Welcome to Town’ gift as well as an apology gift. For running into you, of course.”

Amit was, for lack of better words, dumbfounded. He’d kind of forgotten he’d written that column, but for this woman to do something so kind to him, going as far as gifting something within his interests, well, it made him a bit giddy. He didn’t even know her, but she seemed to be determined to make a friend out of him.

“It’s… beautiful- did you make this?” He questioned, tracing a finger along the smooth, painted lines.

The woman gave a short laugh.

“I painted it, my mother made the base plate. I assume it is to your satisfaction?” She said in a joking manner, but she seemed to do a minute double-take when she looked up to see Amit watching her, dark eyes alight with wonder.

“It’s wonderful,” he stated breathlessly, bringing the plate a bit closer to his chest, as if he was going to hug it, “thank you ever so much, that’s so kind of you.”

“Ah, it's nothing,” the woman waved her hand nonchalantly, “just wanted you to feel welcome. How have you been faring?”

As the conversation progressed, Amit felt the tension leave his shoulders. They spoke about anything and everything; family, school, jobs and hobbies… The woman was so friendly, Amit felt as though they’d been friends for years.

It was… nice. Refreshing.

“Right, I better be off,” Amit said (for the third time), swinging his arms and doing an odd side shuffle in the direction of his house.

“Of course, I’ll let you go now,” the woman laughed, patting his arm gently, comfortingly, “get home safe.”

“You too. And, uh, thank you again. You’re too kind.” He stated gratefully.

“You’re very welcome, my dear. Good day to you!” And with that, Amit’s friend walked back up the street, waving over her shoulder, before disappearing down a path.

After Amit made it home and had deposited the plate carefully on the table, he leaned against the kitchen counter and thought over the experience he just had.

That woman could talk for England. Like, she just. Kept. Going. But he found he didn’t mind that. She had a way of speaking that integrated him into the conversation, asking questions and responding in turn, and she had such a nice voice and Amit realised with a crease of his brow that he may have swooned just a little when she spoke about what she knew about the stars. Oh, and when she asked if he could show her how to properly stargaze one of these coming nights only made his heart stop. Just for a second. Nothing serious. Nothing…

You’ve only just met her, you blithering oaf. Don’t act like she’s giving you the special treatment, she treats everyone with kindness.

Amit decided he needed to lay down.

🐦

“Oh, it's beautiful!” She exclaimed in delight, straining her neck to look upwards so much that she fell backwards onto the blanket Amit had laid out for them.

As per her request, Amit was showing her the different stars painting the night sky, explaining their meanings and names. Amit’s friend was, he was very proud to admit, thoroughly enjoying herself.

"That's the Seven Sisters, there," Amit explained enthusiastically, pointing up and tracing his finger over the small cluster of stars, "and the three stars in a row is Orion's Belt."

"I didn't know they had names, how fascinating." She said distractedly, raising a small telescope to her eye, a spare one Amit let her borrow.

A comfortable silence washed over them as they gazed upwards.

"The moon is so bright,” Amit commented into the silence, “do you think people could live on it?”

Amit decided that it was a very stupid question right after it left his mouth, and he internally scolded himself. What a silly thing to say-

“Now that’s a question I’d like to know the answer to,” his friend said with an air of excitement, making him raise his brows, “could you imagine? Living all the way out there- you’d be able to see Earth! What an interesting concept.”

Wow. Okay. So she didn’t think it was a silly question.

“Would you live on the moon?” He asked.

She pondered for a moment, fingers on her chin, before deciding on an answer.

“Hmm, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m quite comfortable with my life here, where I have family and friends. Plus, if I lived on the moon, I wouldn’t be using your telescope to look at the stars.” She laughed the last bit, running a hand faintly along the telescope.

Amit chuckled, “I suppose that’s true-”

“What a ludicrous question.”

Both of them froze at the sudden voice behind them, before they both whipped around to see none other than Mr. Kaligan, leaning against a fence post, arms folded. He had a spiteful look plastered across his (ugly) face.

“What are you-” the lady began, but was cut off.

“A man and a woman sat alone together at the ungodly hours of the night? Anyone could get the wrong idea.” He sneered nastily.

Amit fought the blush that was threatening to show itself, before he distantly remembered it was dark out, and was probably hard to see anyway.

“I-It’s not like that at all,” he tried.

“Well-”

“Well-” the woman cut the man off fiercely, “we were having a nice chat as friends, so I don’t see how that’s any of your business. At all. Were you watching us?”

“I was taking a walk-”

“At midnight?” Amit asked innocently, a very brief surge of courage allowing him to speak.

Kaligan stumbled and spluttered for a moment before sticking his ugly nose in the air and marching off into the night.

Amit let out a breath.

“Men, huh.” He deadpanned, sympathising.

“Wouldn’t call that a man, my dear. Boyish behaviour if you ask me. Might as well still live with mummy,” she responded, and they both snorted.

“On that slightly abrupt note, should we wrap things up for tonight?” She continued.

“Might be wise,” Amit confirmed, hiding the pang of disappointment of not being able to stay out some more.

“Let's do this again some other time. I had fun! You’re so interesting to talk to, and your knowledge of the sky is magnificent.”

“Oh! Um, of course, we’ll definitely do this again!” Amit had to prevent himself from bouncing on the balls of his feet and looking too happy.

🐦

Amit’s luck the next day decided to disappear into the next dimension, because who should show up?

Kaligan.

And he was approaching him. Fast.

Oh, Christ, he looks like he’s going to hit me, why does he look like an angry bull? He’s getting closer, run Amit, stop standing like a lemon, turn and run damnit-

“Why don’t you stay away from her, yeah?” The man leered, and Amit instinctively drew into himself. “I don’t need you meddling-”

Mr Kaligan was suddenly cut off by the tip of a wand being dug ever so gently into his neck. He swallowed, snapping his eyes to see her in all her fury, jaw clenched.

Amit decided she looked quite fierce.

He also decided she was very attractive like this (he squashed those thoughts as fast as he could.)

“Are you threatening him?” She asked, voice dangerously calm.

“I…no?” Kaligan answered meekly.

Her lips pursed.

“I was a fool to think you were a nice fellow. Get out of here. Go on, shoo!” She spat, making motions of dismissal with her hands. Kaligan stumbled away a bit, turning around in hopes of getting a word in.

“But-”

“Scram!” The woman all but growled, a rasp to her voice, and her brows furrowed. She watched with stern eyes as Kaligan scurried back up the hill, cursing up a storm, before whirling to face Amit, who jumped in slight fear (she looked a bit scary.)

She proceeded to grab him by the arm, and quite literally march him through the gate, up her garden path, and into her house.

“Are you alright?” She asked immediately, taking him by the shoulders and scanning his body. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Er, no, I’m fine,” Amit answered, flushing slightly under her gaze.

Their eyes met.

Amit couldn't look away, although it felt as though he was staring right into the sun.

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him. Blasted man…” she muttered, never breaking eye contact.

“Well, for what it's worth, I think you’ve scared him away for good.” Amit jested to lighten the mood, and she exhaled through her nose in amusement.

“I’m not that scary, am I?”

“You’re terrifying.” He stated lowly.

“Do I scare you?”

Amit was far too lost in her eyes to think properly anymore.

“You scare me a lot.”

“Is that a bad thing?” She whispered, blinking slowly.

They were awfully close now, and Amit doesn’t remember leaning in. He could feel her breath fanning across his cheek.

“Of course not.”

Their lips met in a chaste, barely-there kiss, just a mere brush of the lips, before the man pulled away.

“Oh.”

Oh, indeed. He’d just kissed this pretty lady, the lady everyone wanted to be with, he’d kissed her, oh it was a bit much.

“Oh?” Her tone was questioning; her hands were gripping his arms, just above his elbows, and Amit licked his lips nervously.

“I mean- wait, let me try that again,” and he leaned down again, closing his eyes and pressing his mouth to hers, and he felt her smile before pushing back against him, running her hands further up his arms to grip his biceps.

Ok, that was better.

His hands traveled down to her hips, bringing her a bit closer, and he felt her nails dig briefly into his arms.

Her tongue traced along his lower lip, and he gasped, eyelids fluttering, and then they were really kissing.

Tongue and teeth and lips sloppily merged into one, and they pushed closer against each other, as close as they could get, but she pushed forward so much he had to take several steps back, almost stumbling, and when the back of his knees hit the armchair in the corner by the empty fireplace, he almost tumbled backwards with the grace of a toad, had she not been holding him firmly and guiding him to sit. Their mouths never broke apart, not even when Amit sat with an “oof” which was muffled against her lips, and she giggled, bending over him so that he had to strain his neck to continue kissing.

She shuffled forward, pressing his knees together and straddling his lap, palms now resting on his jaw, just below his ears, and one of his hands made its way to run up her back, the other gripping the arm of the chair.

The noises they were making were obscene; sloppy, sucking, slurping sounds mixed with the heavy breathing as they kissed, the little sounds made in the backs of their throats, the gentle yet desperate whisper of each other’s names against their mouths…

Amit couldn’t help chasing her lips when she pulled away, cracking his eyes open, and if his heart wasn’t absolutely racing before, it definitely was now.

Her cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen and bruised, and he managed to catch sight of the brief string of saliva that connected their mouths before it broke and vanished.

He swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing, as he gazed up at her, and he had to admit she looked ethereal right now; the late afternoon sun shone just right through the draped window, creating a halo of light around her, and as she stared down at him intently, he thanked Merlin, the Ghost of Marley, and all things Holy that he was here to witness such a beautiful sight.

His thumbs traced circles on her hips as he watched her chest rise and fall as she panted, and his eyes trailed over her breasts…

He kind of wanted to put his face between them-

Oh, what a pervert he was! He was better than that!

She wasn't, though.

She dove back down before he had time to register, and she started kissing up his jaw, down his neck, hooking a finger over his collar to pull it aside.

Amit always chose to keep his top button undone these days, especially when the summer sun beat down during the day. Allowed him to feel a bit freer, but right now it was giving her perfect access to his collarbone, and she kissed along it.

She nuzzled her face into the skin where his neck and shoulder joined, and Amit hummed and tipped his head back against the headrest of the chair. He felt her nibble at the skin, licking and sucking, running her hands up his chest, into his hair, ruffling it so it's usual neatness was ruined, making it stick up in various places.

Amit didn't mind.

Her mouth was back on his again, and their tongues fought once more. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and the little noise she let out shook him to the core.

"You're so pretty," Amit muttered against her lips, squeezing her hips slightly, "a beautiful star."

She giggled, leaning back and perching on his knees, "Trust you to compare me to a star."

"Mm, I can't help it," he said in a low voice, bringing a gentle hand up to brush against her cheek, moving a lock of hair and twirling it around his finger. "You're just so beautiful. Like Cassiopeia, the Queen. She was known for her unrivalled beauty."

Off he went talking about constellations again.

"Hmm, wasn't she known for being extremely vain as well?" She questioned with a tilt of her head, chuckling as Amit gave a small smile.

"We look past that fact." He told her, blinking slowly, a rather dazed look on his face.

Her chuckles turned to laughter, and she let out a short squeal as she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around the man and hugging him tight.

He wrapped his own arms around her back, breathing in her sweet scent.

"Let me make you dinner," he suggested into her shoulder, "just us."

"That sounds nice." She said, not moving.

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