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k2ntoss · 5 months

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SI SE DA - NEIGHBOR!DICK GRAYSON

tw ⭒ minors dni, SMUT, dirty talk, dick grayson x f!reader, latina!reader, voyeour, fingering (f. receiving), spitting, spanking, oral (m. receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking, size kink, etc.

a/n ⭒ dunno if i do really need to go out to dance but i've been listening to a lot of reggaeton lately so it's not my fault i used like three songs exactly to write this but mostly this playlist if you're interested to get into it. and no, there's totally nothing personally related to my experience, nuh-uh.

side note to show y/n teaching dick how to dance like this

words count ⭒ dunno anymore, i struggled too much with this one at some point i didn't do a word count

neighbor!dick grayson likes the wide windows both of your houses have because he gets to see his cute latina neighbor moving her hips to the loud music you blast everytime you do your chores, the way you dance and let your hands glide over your body in such a sexy way it's making it so hard for him to quit from looking to your place.

it's not even 10am when dick listens to the bass of your music blasting from the small speaker you keep on your kitchen, once again you're making breakfast on a lazy friday morning and it's been like that almost every weekend since the last two months since you moved to the house next to his. a hot girl with a really nice accent, pretty friendly and good with the kids from the zone.

there's been a few times when he has talked to you, dick tries to be a helpful neighbor by helping you when you come back from the super or to receive the important mail when you're not home, he'll take a quick peek but as soon as you are back he is at your door with a pretty smile.

little did you knew was that whenever you decided to put on a little show and he was doing any kind of research on his living room you would end up making him hard, dick's mind flooded with the image of you swinging your hips while riding him, his hands holding your waist to pull you down on his cock while he pulls your hair and suddenly he's ignoring work because he has to use his hands to stroke himself, imagining it's your mouth, the one he has seen moving to sing along to each song you play and he wants to fuck your throat so bad, here the issue is he thinks you can't be less interested in him but hey, guys are pretty oblivious almost always.

you've caught a glimpse of how he looks at you, the nice kitchen of your house faces his big living room so while you walk around wiggling your hips you've felt his stare on you, hungry gaze you can sometimes see when he's being the perfect neighbor as he brings back your cat when he sneaks into his house but what has you more eager to grow closer to him is the few times you've seen him pleasure himself when you go around your house only wearing a long shirt because you have to go on your tiptoes to reach things from the cabinets on your kitchen and he gets to see your bare thighs, when he's lucky enough he also gets a glimpse of your pretty ass.

first idea on your mind to get a taste of him is to throw a nice party, maybe he'll come by and you will have a good chance so as soon as you're free you're walking to his house and knocking on his door, a wide smile when dick opens and looks at you "hey, i was thinking about throwing a little party tomorrow at night so i was wondering if you wanted to come by" you say, eyes fixed on him and he swears that he wasn't thinking about it but he can't help to think about those lovely slutty doe eyes and how would they look up at him if he had you on your knees.

you can see his blue eyes turn a little darker before he shakes himself out of his thoughs and nods "yeah, sure" he says with a smirk "i'll be there and i guess i don't need you to tell me when to go, right?" you know what he means, he's right next to your house so he will notice when the party starts.

the plan was going on smooth, now you just had to get everything ready and that incluided getting your own room ready just to lock it in case you had the chance to get dicked down there.

the little outfit you picked up that evening was surely somethinf that would have more than a guy and a girl looking at you, little black top and a nice pair of jeans that hugged your curves made a good work with the stares it stole from the people that were slowly flooding your house.

two of your closest friends already drunk enough to make you have to be around them made finding dick a bit harder, gut feeling telling you he was already there. walking behind one of your girl friends you get to the kitchen when you spot him, hot as always but the way he held the glass he was sipping from made him look even better.

"thought you'd missed your own party" he said as soon as you stood closer to him, his body leaning against the kitchen counter "but it's nice to see that you didn't" the smirk on his lips made it hard not to jump on him right there but you managed a soft chuckle.

"couldn't miss the opportunity" you say while grabbing a glass to get yourself a drink before taking a long sip of it "i must say this doesn't seem to be the kind of places you usually visit" there's a hint of playfulness on your words and dick notices it.

"i can always make an exception for a pretty girl" he trails off, his voice sounds low and raspy from the burn of the alcohol and he has to lean in for you to listen to him from over the loud music "it's not always a bad idea, less if i have the chance to dance with the girl"

and something that's been buzzing into his head is the fact that right here, in front of him one of his dreams is turning real because of the way your body seems to move on it's own while you speak, hips barely shaking to the beat and your lips mouthing the lyrics in the hottest way he's ever seen.

"who could the lucky girl be?" you tease and it makes dick laugh, a low rumble that makes your legs shake a little.

he takes a step closer and the song ends just to let the next one start and you know that this is your chance too.

"you want to dance?" he asks close to your ear, his hand hovers over your waist as if asking for permission to touch you and when you nod he does. hand on your waist while he walks you out of the kitchen, his eyes unable to move away from the way your hips swing and he tries so hard not to press himself against your ass.

"i adore this song, you know?" you turn around and grab his hand, pulling him closer once there's a small place between everyone. your arms snake around his neck, your body starts moving to the rhythm of 'no me conoce' and he swears he has to think on the worst thing ever.

"didn't knew but you seem to like it a lot" he chuckles, his arm wrapped around your waist and at first it's a little awkward because he finds it hard to find a right way to match your movements but when you smile and lean to sing into his ear he finds it easier. letting himself go and taking the last sip of his drink his hands hold your hips as he pulls you closer.

this is part of what he has dreamt of and he swears he's touching heaven because the first part of the night goes like that, you drink, laugh and dance until one of your friends stumbles on your way "come on, why don't you kiss already?" and there's another girl next to her that nods with a wide grin, making you look at dick before he is the one leaning in to capture your lips in a quick kiss that makes the both girls clap and laugh before they leave.

"why don't we go sit somewhere else?" the way he asks makes a shiver run down your spine, dick's eyes are fixed on your lips for a split second before he looks back into your eyes and it's enough to make you agree.

there's space in the couch and as soon as your body touches the cushion next to his dick pulls you in a new kiss, deeper this time as his tongue pushes between your lips dragging a soft hum from you, mouth parted to let him control the kiss while your hands hold onto his forearms. it's heaven on earth because he is trying to eat your soul, the way his lips move against yours in a bruising kiss is overwhelming when he sighs into your lips but it turns you on as soon as he speaks so close to you.

"i've been waiting a lot to do this, y'know?" he sound breathless and there's a cocky grin on his face before his tongue traces your bottom lip.

"yeah? didn't knew... but you can keep doing it" you tease him and suck on his tongue playfully, your hand now caressing his neck before you pull away "mhm, i want to dance again..." and how could he deny you from it.

how could he deny himself from how good it felt to have you so close?

dick nods and stands up, helping you to do the same just to pull you to the place where everyone was dancing.

'quiero bailar' is now playing and it makes you smirk at him when ivy queen starts speaking, there's a hint of pure mischief on your eyes that starts a spark on him when you start to sing and dance pressed against him, he holds your hips when you turn around and your ass grinds on him.

there's a good amount of words he understands from every song, in fact he understands it pretty well so he plays along with you, smile wide when your surprise is evident.

"so you're the one calling the shots tonight?" he whispers into your ear, his eyes fixed on the way his hands moved on your waist and hips "am i making a good job teasing you?" and the way his voice sounds so low is hot.

"i am calling the shots, papi" your voice is almost a purr, head dropping back leaving your neck exposed and the grip he had on his control goes to hell when your ass presses a little more against him.

just by turning his head a little dick is kissing the side of your neck, the grin on his lips could make anyone go weak but feeling it against your skin is on another level.

"i think it's not really like that" he presses his lips behind your ear before pulling away and the lack of attention makes your body tingle "why don't we go sit again?" and it's not hard to agree.

back on the couch he waits no time before going to kiss your lips hungrily, your hands on his neck and chest while his find your waist and then your back, fingers sliding slowly to the edge of your jeans.

"not here, wait" as soon as you are able to pull away from his lips you stand up, pulling him to reach one of the small hallways of your house. the lights are low and the space is empty but before you can make a second check dick tugs you in, pressing you against the wall.

"better now?" he asks, hands caressing your waist and giving you a soft squeeze when you nod and pull him into a kiss. both of you are kissing as two starved animals, lips crashing and tongues fighting between sighs and low grunts that somehow manage to raise over the music.

your fingers grip his shirt when dicks hands slide under your top, fingers tracing teasingly your stomach right before he goes a little higher until his fingertips are barely brushing over your tits, making you moan into his lips and he grins when you press your body against his.

dick's touch is now moving, fingers quickly undoing the button of your jean to access your hips easily, gripping and squeezing your flesh without leaving your lips. it makes you hiss when his hands find your ass, caressing it slowly before his fingers dig into the soft skin "you like it, right? feels so soft, baby" he growls.

"i like it a lot, yes..." your sweet voice makes him feel hungrier, his left moving to your front and going under your panties stealing a gasp from your lips when his index slides between your folds.

"feels good, pretty?" he asks playfully when your legs part a little for him to touch you "so hot already for me, right?"

"do you see someone else here, handsome?" you asks teasingly, the way dick strokes you slowly with just one finger is driving you crazy, it has you rocking your hips against his hand "uh, feels good, yes"

he holds one of your legs up, making you wrap it around his hip before he adds two more fingers to his strokes, his thumb pressed against your clit while his lips travel to your jaw and neck, pressing you more onto the wall.

a soft but long moan escapes your lips as soon as he slides two fingers inside you, it brings a halt to your movements when he starts pumping with his hand as his eyes are fixed on yours "what a nice and thight pussy you have, i'm dying to bury my cock on you"

"it's mean saying it and not doing it right away" your words come out breathy, a hand pulling him in for a messy and sloppy kiss while his fingers move deep inside you making you gasp and whimper while you tug on his hair before kissing his neck, the taste of his expensive perfume making your tongue linger for a little more.

"and skip foreplay? hm, i don't think i could miss making you so needy for me, feeling you so wet" dick's lips are behind your ear, he kisses your lobe while his thumb draws his name on your clit and he laughs when you squirm on a certain letter that he traces all again before he stops.

your hands pushing him back makes dick look at you with a small smirk when one of your hands runs down his chest, undoing his belt and the first button of his jeans while you walk him until his back is touching the wall.

"you're being incredibly mean, that's hot" your words are filled with a sort of tease dick is sure he has never heard before, this was new and completely calling because it wasn't just your words, it was also the fact that you kissed your way to his pelvis until you were kneeling in front of him.

it's easy to pull down his jeans when there's no one watching and you are so eager to taste him, lips brushing against his clothed length while one of your hands is caressing him from above his boxers "you're gonna put that mouth to better use, pretty?" he asks teasingly, letting out a sigh through gritted teeth while his left hand fixes your hair behind your ear.

"you'll be surprised" it's a simple talk back but as soon as your hands pull the front of his boxers down he feels his cock getting harder if it's even possible and the way your eyes shine at the sight makes him smirk.

his breath catches on his throat when you don't really wait to wrap your lips around his tip, tongue playing with it and your eyes fixed on his. this was completely different to what he imagined plenty of times before, it was way better because your warm mouth taking almost all of his cock while you sucked him off was like being on heaven, your hands wrapped on his base to stroke what you couldn't take made him see stars.

"fuck... you look so pretty, that mouth was made for my cock, wasn't it?" he asks, his fingers gripping your hair to bring you closer and he laughs when you gag at the way he slides a little deeper on your throat "little slut made for me, gonna fuck that throat of yours, 'kay?" and the hum that escapes you it's his green light.

both of his hands hold your face for him to start thrusting into your mouth, your eyes teary and the trails of saliva that drip down your chin makes it ten times better because there's no way he's been missing this to replace your mouth with his hand.

he's too into it, his hips giving slow but deep strokes while you moan muffled against him, nose pressed against his skin when dick makes you look up at him through your tears before letting go of you and the soft 'pop' that comes from you when you release his tip draws a growl out of him.

"i don't think this is enough, baby" he speaks as soon you stand up and the way he looks around tells you he is indeed looking for a better place.

"c'mon, there might be a nice place around here" words that tell dick that this has been what you wanted since you invited him and it makes his ego boost like nothing else while you both fix your clothes.

the darl hallway leads to the stairs to the second floor and to your room, once there dick sees no use on wasting too much time so his hands find their way to your hips.

"so you've had this in mind all this time?" he asks, leaning in to lay a small trail of kisses while his hands slide under your top to caress your stomach.

your hands go to find his, taking them out of your top and turning around, pulling dick into another deep and hungry kiss that leaves him breathless and makes his heart run when you smirk against his lips.

"how could i've missed an opportunity like this?" words as sweet as honey but hot as hell because there's an intention on them that could make anyone go crazy "no when i've seen the way you look at me and i don't think you don't know i want you"

it's enough for dick to walk you over your bed while he undoes the buttons of your jeans once again, his hands working on getting you undressed before he's bending you "so you've been thinking about me? have you ever thought about how good it would be to have me inside of you?" he asks, his hands gripping your ass and squeezing it before he lets fall a playful slap against your skin.

"i've thought a lot about it... i've seen how you look at me and i swear i just want you to fuck me" your words are muffled by the music that plays loudly all across your house mixed with the sounds dick's clothes make when he is getting undressed and before you can turn to look at him he's grinding his cock between your wet folds.

"good thing i came here then, because i haven't been able to stop thinking about how much i would love to have you to scream my name while i strech your pretty cunt" he leans in, whispering into your ear before he presses a hot kiss on your shoulder.

dick is impacient, that you can tell since he didn't waited a lot more before he slid inside of you, growling in an almost animalistic way that made your body tense. his hands gripping thight on your hips as he inhaled deeply, trying so hard not to come already from how good it felt to finally having you moaning underneath him.

"look at that... you feel so good, so thight around my cock" he mutters when his hips stroke slowly into your pulsing walls, he is teasing you and seeking for you to push your hips back "you're so needy, fucking yourself with me like a bitch in heat" dick is smiling widely, you're sure he's not the kind of guy to stay quiet during sex and that only turns you on more.

his hand snakes from your hip to your neck, holding you harshly to make you bend back as his hips slap against your body, his face next to yours making sure you hear every single grunt he lets out while you moan loudly, his free hand playing with one of your nipples while he keeps thrusting.

"taking me so fucking good, you're such a nice whore" his voice is low and raspy, some of his words come out slurred but you can barely notice because he knows where to touch you to make you squirm under his weight "can't even speak, bet you would love it if i filled your greedy cunt up, right? having me to let your pussy so full of my cum"

his hand grips your throat thighter, fingers digging into your neck when he chokes you as you try to speak "f–fuck, i want it... want you to cum inside of me, yes" and your answer makes him go harder, letting go of your tits his hand trails now between your legs, fingers circling fast on your clit just to make you whine.

"oh, such a greedy, nasty girl" he speaks, his thumb pressing on the sensitive nub between your legs "begging to be nothing but a cumwhore, is that what you want? being used until you pass out" his teeth sunk into your neck before he lets go, dick's hand still holding your neck.

there's no way you can keep up with his talk, words dying on your throat because he tilts his hips to hit every spot that makes you scream to drive you insane and you realize this was a lot more of what you thought it would be but the way dick was fucking you had you seeing the stars and feeling the flames of hell licking your skin with every deep thrust he gave.

he towered over you, his hips moving in a way that made the tip of his cock hammer against your cervix making your mouth fall open, breathlessly moaning just for him to take advantage of it by spitting into your mouth.

"you're so wasted, so damn pathetic... already brain dead, bunny" there's a hint of cruelty on his voice that doesn't match the sloppy kisses he's leaving on your shoulders "squeezing so good, are you gonna cum already? bet you'll make a fucking mess around my cock"

he laughs when you nod, desperate as your walls clench painfully around him when your climax reaches you in a loud moan, so hard your vision goes blurry from it and he grunts at the feeling.

"so fucking weak... look at this mess, baby, gonna fill up that nasty cunt" dick growls on your ear, his hips moving at a messier pace only making the lewd noises louder until you feel him spilling inside of you.

his body crushing on top of yours when he finishes releasing his thick load inside of you, leaving your body shaking from the intensity of it all and there's not so much words left to say so dick is just kissing the back of your neck, his hands caressing your waist in a soothing manner.

the party was still going on in the first floor of your house but it didn't troubled you anymore right there with dick burried deep inside of you, making sure you didn't wasted a single drop of his cum.

#mara's thoughts #dick grayson x latina!reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x fem!reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson #nightwing #dc comics

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 7 months

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Hi there! I’m just here to send in a request since there open here I go!

Could I request Vox and Alastor with a GN! Gyaru! Reader who listens to a lot of kpop, jpop and V系? they have a lot of albums and other merchandise based off those other genres, also bonus if they see them dance a little to the songs, INCLUDING if they’re hime gyaru and they’re very sweet, nice and helping to those around them. and yes I would like this romantic.

Thank you so much if you do this! I’m looking forward to it and I hope you have a wonderful day, 그동안 뵙겠습니다!

A/N: Thank you so much for this! I had no idea like what this style was until I looked it up and it’s so cute! I love the idea of them with a Gyaru reader!

Warnings: none!!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

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𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… him buying you clothes and new bags, he’s always coming home with something for you

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… him wondering how someone as sweet as you could be with someone like him. He’s literally a serial killer?

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… him holding your things when you two go out. Yes he’s standing with a pink purse, and what about it?

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… is severally overwhelmed by the amount of pink you have

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… won’t tell you when he catches you dancing to your music, he just sits and watches

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… you begging him to let you teach him a dance and him begrudgingly agreeing

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… him watching you help people from afar, he knows he would rather do the opposite but he doesn’t stop you

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… loving the fact you get along so well with his mother, it makes him so happy

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… him asking you questions about the albums and vinyls you have placed around your room. He’s always so shocked at how you know the lyrics to the K-pop songs, and desperately tries to understand them but literally fails

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… him doing anything to make you happy, even if it means wearing a matching outfit with you

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𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… vox taking you to see your favorite idols, making sure you get your picture and autograph

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… the two of you watching MV’s together, he doesn’t mind keeping you company while you learn dances

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… you turning him into a better person, taking him to shelters with you to help and though he thought it was silly at first he did it because he loved how giving you were

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… his favorite trait about you being how kind you are, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… him helping you re-organize your room to make more space for the merchandise you collect after he surprises you with a lot more of it

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚… you and velvet getting along really well, you and her bond over the music

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙂𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙪! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚…the two or you attending concerts together, and you always leaving with more merch than you intended

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11vr1 · 11 months

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Now hear me out here… Miles Earth 42 x F!Reader dancing Bachata🤭 Orrr something like they are at a party and a family friend decides to dance a rather romantic song with us so Miles gets jealous. So many different scenarios with Bachata and dancing I wouldn’t mind fluff either where like they dance in the living room or smth I just love Bachata and romantic dancing ♥️😊

-J

Eres Mía ⭒ Miles Morales

Synopsis › Miles gets jealous and a nearly gets into a fight, so he makes it up to you by teaching you bachata.

Pairing › Earth-42! Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Inspo › Request.

Includes › ATSV SPOILERS, tooth rotting fluff, swearing, bad Spanish, jealousy, pet names, a tiny bit suggestive

P.S. › Thank you for this ask! I had so much fun. A nice change from the angst. <33

P.S.S. › I am now making a taglist!!! Lemme know if you wanna be on it. I also think I want to find mutuals and get more involved in the community…

When Miles asked Y/n to be his plus one, she almost couldn’t believe it. His delivery was cool and casual as if he didn’t invite her to a party with all of his family and closest family friends in attendance. They had become official a little over a month ago (though Miles swears it’s been longer), so the first family gathering was a big deal, a huge milestone most couples put off until much later. When she tried to explain to her boyfriend the significance of this event, he didn’t understand. “Don’t start stressin’. It’s jus’ my abuela’s birthday party,” she remembered him saying.

Abuela?

Abuela!

If his grandmother was anything like Rio Morales, Y/n would be walking into a lion’s den. Miles did nothing to placate her worries, making her do the exact thing he told her not to do: worry.

The weekend had arrived and so did the much anticipated birthday party. Y/n spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, choosing a tie front top with a cami underneath and satin skirt to combat the sweltering city heat. She double checked every angle in the mirror before leaving her apartment.

The corners of the gift envelope addressed in her elegant script were slightly bent from being clutched in her nervous hands all the way to Harlem. It was easy to find the building. Y/n simply followed the booming sound of music and laughter to the rooftop. The party was already in full swing. Half of New York showed up to celebrate Gloria Morales’ 70th birthday.

Y/n moved through the packed party-goers to the gift table, not seeing a single familiar face amongst them. She felt out of place. Does she introduce herself? Wait? Look for Miles? Certainly he wouldn’t leave her to brave his family alone. A tinge of panic settled in her stomach as she looked again.

“You lost, babygirl?” Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin hearing a strange voice beside her. The boy was taller than her and around her age or a little older. His feather duster of a mustache curved with his smirk as his leering eyes roved her head to toe slowly. Painfully slow.

She prickled, immediately raising her guard. “No, I’m just waiting for someone.” He glanced around, seeing everyone engrossed in their own conversations.

“I ain’ never seen you round here before. What’s your name?” Y/n hesitated to answer, but gave him a curt reply. “Thas cute. Real cute.” This was a party after all, the point was to mingle. And she didn’t want to seem rude. She had no idea who this guy was. He might’ve been a cousin, a family friend, someone who could easily say the wrong thing to the right person about her. “You know how to dance?” The night was starting to look very long.

Where was Miles?

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Miles was very late. On his way, but late. His mother has surely noticed his absence by now. Abuela was definitely asking about him. And Y/n…she was probably already there. He cursed himself underneath his mask. That last job was pushing it. There was no time to go home, change, and take the subway like he originally planned. Luckily, he knew a shortcut through the skyscrapers and shadows of New York.

The window of his abuela’s apartment squeaked as it slid open. Miles rushed to shed his Prowler persona in the guest bedroom and stuff the suit in his bag. In a second, he appeared to be a normal teenage boy despite the forming bruises. He prepared himself to face the wrath of his mother, grandmother, and girlfriend. What he was not prepared for was seeing Y/n about to be pulled to the dance floor by another guy. They were close. Too close for his liking.

Something burned inside Miles, one he was reluctant to identify—jealousy. Dare he say doubt? He was new to the boyfriend thing. Sometimes he said the wrong thing, silent at the wrong times. But he tried. Was Y/n already fed up? There was no denying she was gorgeous. She could pull any guy she wanted.

He stalked closer, effortlessly weaving through the crowd. “Oh, come on! I’m not asking you to marry me. Just one song.” The guy tugged at her again. Miles recognized him. Eric and his family were friends, though Miles only endured his presence when they were forced to be in the same place. They’d never gotten along, finding each other to be a nuisance and a relationship beyond neutrality unnecessary. But that little understanding might just end right here, this was not about to fly on his watch.

“I told you I don’t want to dance,” Y/n separated herself out of his grip. The sheer expression of disgust on her amused Miles. She found him as annoying as he did.

Eric made the mistake of reaching towards her again. He had the chance to back off and it sounded like he had been warned more than once. This was not about to fly. Miles decided it was time to interfere. He swiftly placed himself at Y/n’s side, his footsteps soundless, a skill learned from his…side hobby. “La escuchaste, cabrón. Retrocede.” Venom laced his tone, an unspoken threat at the tip of his tongue. The air turned to ice around the three of them. You heard her, cabrón. Back off.

The confidence drained from Eric’s face. He knew good and well Miles was not to be messed with. There were rumors about him and his penchant for beating anyone who pissed him off into the ground. “Ella es tu chica, Morales?” He stepped up to him in a vain attempt to mask how intimidated he really was. Miles moved Y/n behind him. She watched the standoff silently, keeping a hand on Miles’ bicep in case it went south. She’s your girl, Morales?

Miles tilted his head, sneering down at the posturing fool. “Sí, ella es mía. Ahora déjala.” Yeah, she’s mine. Now leave her alone.

“No estaba tratando de hacer nada,” Eric scoffed. He turned his attention back to the pretty girl hidden behind Miles. “If you get tired of this asshole, come find me.” I wasn’t trying to do nothing.

Miles lunged, thankfully, with some supernatural girlfriend sense, Y/n was quicker and held him back. Eric flinched, his fear visible for that split second. Heads turned. “You need to calm down, Miles.” Her hand made its way into his, gently pulling him away. He backed away, never breaking his cold glare from Eric.

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Together they left the party. Miles muttered curses in Spanish Y/n couldn’t catch as he stomped down the stairs. “Miles! Miles, baby, slow down!” She called his name again. “You not ‘bout to make me run after you in these shoes!” He stopped. His jaw was tight, eyebrows set low on his face, hands burrowed in his pockets to hide his balled up fists. Damn. Even seething he was gorgeous. “We talked about this. You gotta talk to me.”

He was silent for a few moments, he merely stared down at Y/n as she wrapped her arms around his middle. His heart pounded in his chest. (It was because of her. Miles refused to admit those lustrous eyes and her touch still had such an effect on him) “Ian like seein’ you wit him. Shit pissed me off. For a minute I thought…” She fixed his collar, avoiding his gaze to keep herself from smiling. “Nothin’.” Miles was jealous and willing to protect her by any means necessary.

Y/n heard the words left unspoken. Miles was a fortress locked up tight to keep the outside world out. But behind his many walls he was a boy with feelings and insecurities. “Miles, I’d never do that. I like you too much.”

“Yeah, I know, ma. Sorry for gettin’ all upset.”

“‘S fine. That’s not what I’m mad about.” She eyed the fresh bruises coloring his cheek and temple. “Where were you?” At this point, she was more concerned than angry. Miles wasn’t inclined to long conversations, but he was decent enough to send her a text. Although dry and vague it was something. Y/n would take what she could get.

Miles stiffened in her embrace. “I had to take care of some stuff. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Lemme make it up to you.”

“You owe me a dance.” Prying it out of him would get her nowhere. She decided to let it go. Just this once.

“A dance?” he asked. She grinned, happy to catch him off guard for once.

Y/n nodded. “Mrs. Morales told me you’re a wonderful dancer. Don’t be holdin’ out on me.”

His sigh was long and deep, directed towards the ceiling of the narrow hallway. Miles was in no place to refuse. He took her hand and started walking. “Alright, but we not goin’ to the roof.”

He led her to his grandma’s apartment. It was sizable and definitely decorated by an elderly woman. Y/n admired the photos sitting on the mantle. There was Rio and Jefferson Davis, dressed in white for their wedding day. She paused on a picture of an infant covered in paint, smiling from ear to ear with two teeth. She awed at Miles. He was so cute, so carefree without the shadows of the world dragging behind him.

“Ven aquí, mami.” He stood in the middle of the living room, hands outstretched, a song playing behind him from his phone. She peeked at the song as they joined hands. Come here, mami.

“Eres Mía” by Romeo Santos.

The song was unfamiliar to her. “What? You thought you was gonna to twerk and grind on me?” His low chuckle sent shivers through her. She didn’t answer. “Nah. We gon dance for real. Bachata.”

“Wait, Miles. I don’t how to—”

“Imma teach you. Two steps to the music. Thas all it is,” he showed her. Y/n mimicked him, each step hesitant and unsure, but Miles was encouraging and a surprisingly good teacher. “See? Easy.”

He raised his arms to spin her around and brought her closer. Y/n faltered. “Aye, come on, mami. I know you can move your hips better than that.” He repositioned, hands at her back and waist, his thigh between her legs, ruffling her skirt. Miles guided her across the floor, his fingers wandering to the trim of her cami, drawing a distracting trail of heat on her bare skin. Her own hands found their way to his nape, brushing his twin braids as they swayed to the beat. Soon she found her rhythm.

“There you go,” he praised, rolling his hips into hers. She followed. Her body trusted him. She trusted him wholeheartedly and fell into his lead.

They rocked together in silence, the song having long since ended. Miles nestled in the crook of her neck to breathe in the sweet scent of her perfume. “Thank you for helping me. I should have said so earlier,” Y/n said from above him.

“It’s my job, princesa.” Miles left the softness of her neck. “Eres mía.” You are mine. Y/n blinked while he returned to her warmth. She hoped he didn’t feel the way her temperature rose.

In three short months he made a place for himself in her life. He was the most unexpected surprise. She had a list of the ideal boyfriend and Miles Morales didn’t check off a single one. Yet everything never felt more perfect than in his arms, dancing to the distant sirens and traffic.

His phone buzzed from the end table. “Is that your mom?” He shrugged in response. “We should go.” Y/n suggested, but Miles’ grip only tightened.

“One more minute. They can wait.”

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deejadabbles · 1 year

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Songs in the Kitchen (Bad Batch fluff)

Summary: You're appalled when you find out about your new team's lack of nutrition and...well, what fun is cooking without a little dancing? Hunter x GN Reader and (platonic) Omega and Reader. No warnings, just cute domestic fluff.

A.N: Got this idea while making dinner last night and listening to Temuera Morrison's cover of Can't Take My Eyes off You. So, you have Clone Daddy to thank for this XD Also!! I have a bone to pick with this song! All my life I thought the lyrics were "I would walk 500 miles" but it's not?? It's "roll"??? My whole life is a lie. Anyway, I hope you guys like this, reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

"If they ever upgrade this ship, you'll help me convince them to invest in an actual kitchen, right?"

For possibly the fifth time you had rammed your foot into Gonky as he, you, and Omega shuffled around the pitiful table that the soldiers insisted was 'fine enough' for food provisions.

Omega chuckled as she climbed onto said droid to give you some more room. "You got it! I think cooking will be really fun in a real kitchen!"

You smiled down at her, the light in her eyes instantly alleviating any annoyance your stubbed foot may have caused you. You still couldn't believe that you only just discovered last week that Omega, nor any of her clone siblings, had ever learned the basics of cooking. Wrecker insisted that shooting wildlife and spit-roasting them counted...you did not. There was a difference between survival hunting and actual cooking!

In fact, the batch had been quite unphased when you observed the fact that they only ever seemed to eat ration bars and whatever slop they got from local cantinas. That caused a whole uproar on your part, scolding all of them for not caring more about their health. Yes, eating ration bars during the war was...unfortunate, but a harsh necessity. Eating them while away on whatever job they took was...acceptable, you supposed. But when they spent days on a reasonable planet with plenty of resources?! You couldn't believe they thought it was rational to still only eat those dry, tasteless bricks!

So now, here you were carving out the tiniest space available on the ship in an effort to cook your friends a somewhat decent home-cooked meal. Omega, always the bright-eyed wonderer, was eager to help while her brothers were in town for supplies.

Right now 'helping' was mostly just learning, since there honestly wasn't much room for her to do much. But you appreciated the company.

You rummaged through a box of things Tech had gathered for you; things he said were 'adequate cooking substitutes' in lieu of actual utensils, searching for a pear knife. You managed to dig up a serrated vibro dagger....alright, good enough.

While you chopped away at a strange local fruit, and Omega looked on with rapt interest, you couldn't help but smile. Despite the odd circumstances, the whole setting was quite domestic, and you thought of how happy it made you, that Omega was getting her own version of such an experience. Omega, who, like her brothers, had never had parents to dote on them and teach them, to have simple, warm moments like this with.

You hadn't noticed that you were humming until your hips started moving to the melody in your head. It was such an old song, but one that always made you feel so, whimsical, perhaps?

After scooping the first fruit into the bowl you moved on to the next item, one that Hunter had mentioned trying in the market the other day.

Hunter.

The thought of him made some heat fill your cheeks. You wondered- or rather, hoped, that he would like the meal you were making. The night after you had made such a fuss over their eating, Hunter had mentioned something to you, a far-off look in his eye like usual, as if he had a million things on his mind and that was just the one floating to the surface.

"Meal times weren't exactly a good time for us," he'd mused, not even looking at you, "even during downtime on Kamino, it was just another reminder that we didn't belong, even among clones."

That confession, along with an off-handed comment Omega had once made about no one but her sitting with them in the mess hall made your heartache.

Well, this will just be your chance to make mealtime a good memory for them!

Even more determination swelled in your chest as you moved about the small space, you'd have each of them smiling over your food if it killed you!

In fact, with each in mind, you started portioning off Hunter's plate when it came time to add the seasoning. Couldn't have his enhanced senses going mad with too much spice.

That old melody came floating back to you again, as you thought of the handsome sergeant.

"Pardon the way that I stare There's nothin' else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak"

The lyrics came easily as you worked, they were words of something pure, innocent; a rarity in this galaxy. A silly little dance even weaved its way into your movements.

"But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you"

"What are you doing?"

Omega's sudden question snapped you out of your daze- just in time to ram your foot into Gonky again.

After shaking the limb out with a curse you looked up at the child with a brow raised, "Uh?"

"What was that? That strange talking?"

You tilted your head, "Um... you mean my singing?" Come on, you knew you weren't a concert vocalist or anything, but did she really think you were that bad?

Omega's eyes went wide with excitement, "Oh! That's what singing is?"

"You've never heard singing before?!"

Unabashed, the girl just shook her head, "No, I mean, I've heard music before. Every once in a while Nala Se would play some Kaminoian music while she worked, but it was just sounds, no voices."

You stood there stunned for a moment, unable to think of anything to reply with. Just what else had this poor girl been deprived of in her childhood? Now that you thought about it, you'd never heard the boys play any music either. Maker, you hoped they had at least heard singing before.

"Omega," you started after a moment, "would you like to hear some of my music collection while we cook?"

You honestly had not thought it possible for her eyes to sparkle more, but the little one managed it.

"So you think we got enough?" Wrecker groaned, shifting the crate on his shoulder.

Tech didn't look away from his data pad as he answered, "We acquired everything on the list we were given, I can't fathom there would be any reason for complaint. Even with our friend's sudden, irrational concern for our eating habits."

"Don't mock it like that," Echo chimed in, "I think the change in pace is nice. You can't tell me you actually like those ration bars day in and day out."

"I fail to see how 'like' is of any consequence," was all Tech huffed in response.

Hunter, who was walking ahead of them all, let out a sigh. He wanted to tell them to pick up the pace, but bit back the urge. You had insisted that you could scrape together the first meal with what you had on the ship already, but, if their haul from the market could make your task easier, he wanted to get it to you sooner rather than later.

All of this was just so...sweet of you to begin with. Hunter never wanted to complain about anything regarding their life style, not during the war, not now, it was what it was, and he accepted that. You could have done the same, but instead, you went out of your way to improve things.

Hell, you could have just balked at their lifestyle, and made your own, separate from them, made your own food to eat in your own part of the ship. Instead, you had decided to include them all in your efforts, even putting up with their grumbles and gripes with that cute, bossy attitude you got when you were determined.

Hunter found the whole thing incredibly endearing.

Not to mention your inclusion of Omega. You were giving the little one an experience, a memory that she would carry with her always. The sergeant felt his lips curl up at the thought. You were a good companion for Omega...you were a good companion for all of them.

Unfortunately, his happy little musings were brought to a screeching halt as his hearing picked up on something. His enhanced senses did that a lot, noticing things before his brain could really register them. They were nearing the ship and, had the voices sounded distressed, he would have been on high alert. Instead, they sounded...was that, singing?

"When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you!"

The sound was almost foreign to Hunter's ears, your's and Omega's voices sounded quite different, but it was definitely your vocals crooning over what he now realized was music.

"What is that sound?" Tech asked behind him. They had gotten close enough now that even his brothers could hear it. Hunter could just imagine the shrugs and confused looks they were giving each other as he opened the door at the top of the loading ramp.

"And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door"

In all the years he'd been aboard the Marauder with his team, he'd never seen something quite like this. Your music blared through the ship's speakers while you and Omega danced in the small space he'd cleared for your make-shift kitchen.

"When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you!"

You threw something into the sizzling pan atop the would-be hotplate Echo had improvised for you, before leaning down and taking Omega's hands in a silly little jig of a dance.

"And when the money, comes in for the work I do I'll pass almost every penny on to you"

"Hey hey!" Wrecker cheered, dropping the crate in the doorway, "A dance party!" and just like that he joined the happy fray.

Your eyes lit up upon seeing them, and if he'd thought you would stop, he was wrong.

"When I come home(When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you!"

Your dance turned into some jabbing motions, aimed at them to go along with the apt lyrics. Hunter was glad you didn't stop, with the delighted look on your face and the squeal of delight from Omega as Wrecker lifted her atop his shoulders, his soft smile was back tenfold.

"Well," Tech began, the smallest traces of amusement in his voice, "things are certainly lively with them around."

Lively indeed, because when the song's chorus picked up again, no one was safe from the infectious, joyous mood. Wrecker lunged forward, leaving Omega to grab hold of both Tech and Echo and drag them to the proverbial dance floor.

In turn, Hunter felt a warm hand grab his, and you pulled him into a bouncing dance that would have been right at home around a bonfire.

His face felt a little hot despite himself, but he looked down at you, a fondness in his eye he didn't even know he was capable of as you sang along with the song.

"When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who's lonely without you"

Hunter couldn't help himself, he tuned out the actual song, focusing wholly on your voice as it wrapped around the words. And, for just a little while, Hunter imagined that you were singing them to him and him alone.

"And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream I'm gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you"

Maybe someday you would sing for him, but for now, he was content with this.

"When I go out, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who goes along with you"

He took a chance, and pulled you in just a little closer as he tried to keep up with your silly dance.

"And when I come home, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who comes back home with you"

Yeah, he was more than content with this, for now.

"I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you"

#bad batch #bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter #star wars x reader #sw #hunter tbb x reader #sw tbb #deeja writes #oneshot #fluff

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pandorafairy · 1 year

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i'm begging you to write more of neteyam in modern american schools please 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

on another ur writing is amazing and ur small series with neteyam was so good!!

Thank you!! Here you go <3

Nete nervous about asking his crush to the school dance

Him wearing a suit and tie for the dance (he keeps nervously straightening the tie) (he also asked Lo’ak to teach him some dance moves) (Lo’ak laughed at him)

Neteyam became captain of the football team as a sophomore. He was the youngest to ever be captain. Jake was so proud of him (he had to explain to Neytiri how big of a deal it was.) At first some of the older guys were skeptical of him but he proved himself every practice and game. Eventually, they all became good friends because of Neteyam’s humor and good spirit. The cheerleaders love Neteyam. They are always trying to catch his eye and compliment his games. Some girls even ask Lo’ak to put in a good word for them (which makes Lo’ak so mad and slightly jealous.) Neteyam ignores most of the girls because he secretly has a crush on someone and when he likes someone, he only has eyes for them.

Neteyam in a letterman with “SULLY” on the back

People calling out to him in the hallways. Someone's always saying hi

The girl he has a crush on sits in front of him in math. She’s so smart it blows his mind away. Everytime the teacher asks a question; he knows that she knows the answer, even if she doesn’t raise her hand. She writes down all her answers in her notebook in pretty, swirling hand writing. Before Neteyam walks into class, he finds himself straightening his shirt and smoothing down his braids, wanting to look good in case she watches him walk in. She never does though. She’s always reading, working, or texting. Neteyam sits down behind her, sometimes muttering a small hey to which she smiles and returns to whatever she was doing. It tugs at his heart but part of him likes the challenge. He wants to win her over.

Neteyam being a teacher’s pet. All of the teachers love him

Now, the parties. Don’t blame Neteyam, it’s hardly ever his idea to throw them. But, being captain of the football team and one of the most popular kids in school: comes with some responsibility. Normally, he would never give into peer pressure; if other kids wanna throw a party, then fine but he won’t be forced into it. That is until it comes to Lo’ak. Lo’ak who Neteyam knows is jealous of him and always comparing himself. Lo’ak who wants to make friends and be popular like his brother. So Neteyam throws the party and lets his little brother be the one to tell the whole school. Lo’ak loves this attention, telling everyone about the party at his place (especially all the cute girls he can find.) When the party arrives, Neteyam never drinks. He makes sure no one breaks any of his mom’s vases and that no one goes into any rooms upstairs. He makes sure Lo’ak only has two drinks. He ensures that his friends get home safely and that no fights break out. He hardly ever enjoys these parties but he throws them to make his brother and his friends happy. He also secretly hopes that one day his math crush will find her way into the party.

He rarely gets in trouble at school but when he does, it’s because he’s bailing Lo’ak out.

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #neteyam #neteyam headcanons #neteyam fluff #neteyam fanfiction #lo'ak fanfiction #lo'ak sully #sully family #avatar headcanons #lo'ak headcanons

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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HIII!

What are your thoughts on Kaveh's childe being a dancer??

I'm kinda self projecting on this one bcs I like to dance myself (mainly kpop) but I wanted to know what you thought of that ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

(Sorry if it's not clear/understandable english is not my first language (ʘᴗʘ))

what if kaveh's child wanted to be a dancer?

summary. how would kaveh react if his child wanted to become a dancer?

trigger & content warnings. no applicable warnings.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. adoptive dad!kaveh & reader, nilou & reader, cyno & reader. 0.6k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of what if kaveh adopted a child?

author's thoughts. don't worry, dear!! your english is great, no need to apologize <3 this idea is so cute tbh. i love the idea of kaveh's kid being artistic. every time i get an ask like this one, it makes me so happy. it's so cute to me! artistic kaveh and his artistic child <33

in short, kaveh would wholeheartedly support his kid.

that is a given, of course—he's probably sumeru's most supportive father, really. he only wants his child to be happy and healthy. anything his kid wants to pursue, he's right there cheering them on, doing whatever he can to help them research it or gather materials for it. whatever it is that their interest demands, he will do his best to attain it. thankfully, while kaveh is broke, alhaitham has the mora to fund their interests and does happen to have a little soft spot for them, so he gladly does so when kaveh cannot afford to. he doesn't make kaveh pay him back, because really...

alhaitham has long since accepted that he is, in part, responsible for [name]. he is one of their caretakers. it is his responsibility to help enrich their life.

cyno also has the mora to help out. like haitham, he has a soft spot for them, so their hobbies are usually funded by either the scribe or the general mahamatra.

(cyno isn't supposed to fund their artistic hobbies, but we'll explore that idea later on in this post.)

kaveh does worry, however.

i've always imagined that kaveh adopts his child a good while before the sumeru archon quests—several years, at least. if his child wanted to be a dancer... well, he'd do all he could to protect them from the akademiya, sneaking them into zubayr theater so they can watch all the performances that their heart desires (and he also loves watching the theater, so it's something he's glad to share with his child). i imagine that cyno would find out about this eventually. as a matra, it's his job to... stop it, or discourage it at the very least. he has to uphold the akadmeiya's rules. he has to.

...he just cannot bring himself to do it, however. the way their eyes sparkle when they watch the dancers preform... archons, the thought of betraying the trust they have put in him, betraying the trust he's built with them by caring for them in their younger years, it greatly unsettles him.

he can't crush their soul like that. he's very relieved when the sages get overthrown. he would never want to do anything to hurt them, especially when he knows that his actions will undoubtedly be harmful. trust is a fragile thing. it can only be built up after months or years of hard work, yet can shatter in a fraction of the time.

the general mahamatra is just... so, so relieved that he doesn't have to hide them from the sages anymore.

his nibling's (gn alternative to niece/nephew) passion is not something meant to be hidden.

can you imagine nilou teaching them to dance, though? i think it'd be very cute! she'd totally do it if kaveh ever approached her and asked.

she would love them, gently correcting any missteps they make and excitedly praising them when they master a difficult choreography. nilou would think of them fondly, like a little dance apprentice! she's not quite mature enough to be seen as a mother figure, however. she's more akin to another big sister to them, like collei.

(i also like to think that, in a cruel twist of fate, [name] eventually gets a hydro vision, as if the hydro archon's gaze was always cast upon them even after they left fontaine. nilou would be the one to teach them how to use it, teach them how to associate it with better feelings and memories. <3)

when sumeru comes out of its oppresive state and the arts are welcomed as they always should have been, [name]'s lil found family will all attend their first official performance with nilou. nilou wouldn't let them perform prior to that out of concern for their safety.

kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, and collei really are their greatest cheerleaders in life.

adoptive dad!kaveh taglist: @kaoyamamegami, @zeldadou, @bebobeboben. send a non-anonymous ask to be added. please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

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pjisskullourful · 9 months

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𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝔼𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙

𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 [based during the throuples early days] [the complete series]

🌈Damiano × Ethan × reader

NSFW 🔥 literally dirrrty adultsonly nastiness, the word jizz is included

° Damiano David/Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° “Wait, we’ve gotta warm up and stretch first.” Ethan said. - You blinked at him. “Stretch, but it’s literally waltzing. There’s no lunging or strenuous repetitive movements. I think that you’re still taking this too seriously.” | an informal dance class gets derailed

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° inspired by a spicy audio ° [ITA]: avida - greedy

“Are you nervous for tomorrow?”

You looked back to where Ethan was standing at the kitchen sink, his hands submerged in the sudsy water. The two of you were in the process of cleaning up after dinner - it was only fair that this responsibility was taken up by you: Damiano cooked and the two of you cleaned. A domestic harmony had been easy to strike between the three of you, even though your relationship was less than a year old, things just naturally fell into place when you were together. At your apartment, cleaning up was as simple as putting dirty crockery in the dishwasher. Extra steps had to be taken when staying overnight in Ethan’s less modern home. But you didn’t complain, any time spent on chores felt less mundane, less taxing when you had either of your boyfriend’s for company.

You were surprised by the look on Ethan’s face, somehow more serious than usual. “What do I have to be nervous about?”

You hadn’t been thinking about your plans for the following morning at all - the commitment of meeting up with your sister's fiancé, Mara, had been pushed to the backburner for the moment. Instead you had been mentally preparing yourself for what his reaction would be when the three of you got back to the season of RuPaul’s Drag Race that you were in the middle of binge-watching. He had never seen season nine, he had no idea that the bubble was about to burst for Valentina, a queen he was quite enamoured with.

“Have you ever taught anyone to dance before, like in a proper way, not just goofing around and showing random moves to Vic?” He asked.

You shrugged, coming to stand alongside him, without making any moves to grab more plates for drying. “I’ve had a little bit of experience. I haven’t exactly run my own class, or anything. But the studio where I learnt, where I took classes for years- when I was out of high school, I would sometimes assist. With the classes of just too many kids for one teacher, we would call it work experience, and they’d give me a glowing reference to attach to my résumé. So I know that it’s not totally out of my depth.

“Besides, all that she wants is to be able to lead Nadia in a waltz. It’s not like Mara is expecting me to turn her into Patrick Swayze with lifts or fierce choreography or anything more than a six-count.” You said. “Waltz is a graceful classic, but it’s also very basic.

“Maybe not as easy as I was on the night we met, but relatively simple.” You said, smiling when you caught his eye.

“Simple enough that you could teach me?”

You melted a little, moving in closer and slipping an arm around his waist. “You want me to teach… but you don’t dance.”

“Maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to have a romantic moment where we’re all close and touching. Maybe…”

You couldn’t help yourself, nuzzling into his neck. “Shut up, you’re so cute.”

“What’s this?” Damiano asked, announcing his entrance into the room, now that he was finally done with his shower. “Ethan? Being so cute?”

“It’s more likely than you think…” You agreed.

“Well, we were just talking about how confident she’s feeling about her little class with Mara tomorrow and I wondered if her teaching skills would translate into being able to teach me how to waltz.”

Damiano’s whole face had lit up instantly and he excitedly rushed over to where the two of you were standing. “Can we, oh, can we, please?” He grabbed onto your arm with both hands. “We can be your test-students.”

You looked from one boyfriend to the other, seeing how they were both wearing such genuine smiles. It would have been impossible to not melt, all of your defences weakened by how they were watching you, eyes alight with keen anticipation. They were so eager to hear whatever you had to say, their attention still thrilling to have placed solely upon you.

“Alright. Go get that coffee table out of the middle of the living room, we can practise in there.” You said, earning an excited squeeze from Damiano’s hands and a kiss on the cheek from Ethan.

“What time does class start?” He asked as Damiano left the room just as quickly as he had arrived.

The task of washing the dishes was wrapped up in less than ten minutes, with you and Ethan going in to join Damiano in the living room. Quiet music was playing from the phone in his hands, as he seemingly tried to pick a fitting song.

“Should we get changed, like, into something more appropriate for a dance class?” He asked.

“Yes.” You said, your serious tone of voice making Ethan pause from the process of getting his long hair under control with a bun. “Stripper heels- go put them on.”

Damiano’s eyebrows raised as he looked at you. “Right, because it’s not a waltz if you’re not wearing stripper heels, eh?”

“Exactly.” You said before shaking your head. “Don’t take this too seriously- what you’re wearing is fine and we don’t need music at first. I’ll just count you in for now, and then we’ll add music when you’ve picked the flow of it up.” He silenced his phone and placed it aside. “So, who wants to go first?”

“Wait, we’ve gotta warm up and stretch first.” Ethan said.

You blinked at him. “Stretch, but it’s literally waltzing. There’s no lunging or strenuous repetitive movements. I think that you’re still taking this too seriously.”

“I just don’t want you to pull a muscle or anything…” He said, approaching to the point where you were within his reach. “Just a stretch, or two. At the very least, we should do something to loosen your hips.”

You didn’t resist his touch as his hands went to your hips, even though you were watching him with a sceptical gaze. “Loosen my hips for waltzing? Have you ever actually seen somebody waltz?”

“I think you should listen to him, avida. I mean, look at him, if anyone knows how to warm up properly before a workout- it’s this guy.” Damiano said.

“Let me help you.”

You looked from the mischievous smile on Damiano’s face to the glimmer in Ethan’s eyes. “You’re not gonna let this go, are ya?”

“No. Just a couple of stretches, and then I promise I will let you totally take over and teach how you want.” Ethan said.

“Alright.”

“Well, get on the floor.”

The authority in his tone saw you bending down without question. He clarified for you to lie down on your back, and as you did so, you became aware of how keenly they were both watching you.

Then he got down on the floor with you, sitting by your feet. “Okay, so put the soles of your feet together, bend your knees and push them far apart.” Your legs stretched out, but bent, it was unnatural, but ultimately your legs held firm, instead of shaking. “Yep, that’s perfect. Does that feel okay?”

“Mm-hmm, it’s fine.” You nodded as your eyes locked with his.

“I’m gonna put my hands here, okay?” He asked, his hands going to both of your knees. “And hold you in place, loosening those hips up real nice.”

“You know, for someone that swears he does not dance, I’m finding it quite curious that you would know these kinds of stretches, specifically to prep for dancing.” You said.

He nodded in Damiano’s direction. “Somebody had to help that one when he was learning to pole dance. You can’t even imagine the bitching and moaning that was coming from him.”

You looked over to where Damiano was sitting on the ground, off to the side of Ethan. He shrugged. “I think my complaints were justified. It was consistently the worst, most painful leg workout, like every day was leg day, but my personal trainer was the Devil. But it was worth it in the end, it got you interested, sweet thing.”

“Is it okay if I push a little?” Ethan asked.

“Yep, that’s fine.” You said. “So the two of you were doing stretches like this on a daily basis? Yep, I’m sure that was always purely about fitness…”

“Uh-huh.”

“What are you trying to imply here, honey?” Damiano asked, moving over closer. “Are you suggesting that things must have gotten sexual ‘cause Ethan was being treated to a very intimate view? Much like the absolutely delicious view that I’m enjoying right now.”

You had noticed Ethan’s eyes moving briefly down to your cunt a few times during the process. But, as was his typical style - Damiano cut to the point, not spending any time on subtlety. He reached an arm out, his fingers caressing at the top of your thigh, close enough to your crotch that you were soon feeling a heat rising in your cheeks.

You couldn’t hold the giggle back for long, feeling ticklish and sensitive in this area.

Ethan acted as if he was still focused on the task at hand. “I think that’s opening your hips up nicely.”

He gently pushed your knees some more, getting them almost to the floor. The pull on your muscles reminded you of dancing, but everything else occupying your thoughts wanted to drag your mind in a very different direction. Damiano took his hand off of your thigh, but that didn’t mean you instantly stopped blushing.

“Okay.” Ethan said as he released your knees, but you kept them at a distance. He relocated his hands down to your ankles. “How about this one?”

You trusted him, your legs moving as he guided. He stretched your legs until your knees were no longer bent. Then he was easing your ankles in opposite directions, creating a large gap between your thighs. His hands went to your calves, supporting you here as he got you close to doing the splits.

“Does that hurt?” He asked after seeing a different look come onto your face.

“No, it’s just totally unnecessary.” You said, almost laughing again.

“I think it’s necessary.” Damiano said. “In fact, I don’t think you do this position enough.”

You responded to this by presenting one of your middle fingers to him.

The tension in so many of your leg muscles was starting to get to you. “Alright, I think I’m stretched enough. I’m sufficiently loosened up and definitely prepared to fuckin’ waltz.”

“Waltz?” Damiano repeated with an appropriate amount of surprise in his voice.

Ethan let go of your legs. You relaxed them, taking them to a more natural position. But before you could get entirely comfortable, he was distracting you by putting his hands to the waistband of your pants. He began to pull, bringing them down.

“Ethan?” You asked, half-laughing.

He glanced up at you, but didn’t stop what he was doing, uncovering your thighs and knees. You didn’t do anything to disrupt this process, even though it was coming up quicker than you had anticipated.

“Ethan?” You repeated when his attention went to your panties. You were wondering if he intended to do it right here on the floor - the way that Damiano was looking, you thought he would be in favour of this.

Ethan got the pants and underwear off of your body, tossing the clothing aside without any consideration for where they landed. He returned his hands to your legs, caressing the bare skin. You could feel an eager heat pooling in your cunt as each of your boyfriends looked you over with hungry eyes.

Ethan was the first to act on this, lowering himself down until his face was resting between your thighs. You sharply inhaled when his eyes left your face, going to your pussy. He greeted this area with tender kisses, his lips lingering against your labia majora. You watched the top of his head as your heart got to fluttering.

He experienced the warm skin with his lips, gradually moving further down. At your entrance, he pushed his tongue forward, earning an excited whine from you. He didn’t push inside, instead just getting a taste of your cunt before dragging his tongue up. Between your labia, his tongue swiped all the way up, until he got to your clit.

You grabbed for where Damiano’s hand was holding onto your leg and you squeezed his fingers, prompting him to move a little closer. He watched you, seeing the involuntary reactions that unfolded as Ethan started to lavish attention upon your clitoris. Sensitivities were springing to life all through you from the pleasure of his tongue resting on your hood.

Using the tip of his tongue, he started to draw circles around your clit. You could feel more blood pumping into this very concentrated area and you let your head rock back, resting against the carpet.

His tongue worked consistently in these swirls, bumping and manipulating your clit. You tilted your pelvis and squeezed Damiano’s hand a little firmer in response to this build-up. Your legs were filled with a new kind of tension, lifting from the floor to get closer to Ethan. Your thighs moved closer to his head, ready to lock him into place as your desires grew more powerful.

You were moaning as you arched your back. His hands moved up to your ass, firmly gripping as he sought to lift you up a little, getting more of your pussy in his face. You welcomed the increased pressure this brought, your free hand going to his head, moving across the smoothed-back hair.

Damiano leaned down, coming closer to you as he licked his lips. You brushed your nose against his before kissing him. The intensity was there at once, telling you that he had been enjoying what he had been seeing. His hands travelled up the side of your body as he leaned more of his body into you.

All the while, you were feeling yourself getting closer as Ethan kept his tongue at your clit. When he sucked the hood between his lips, you moaned and the sound was muffled by Damiano’s mouth. At this increased pleasure, your jaw grew slack and he took advantage of this, his tongue invading your mouth.

They drew the desires out of you, goosebumps raising up all over your body. With the hood of your clit in his mouth, Ethan rubbed his tongue all over it. These sensations spread so much deeper than the surface and soon you were seeing (and feeling) fireworks behind your eyes. More needy whines were captured by Damiano’s mouth on yours.

Ethan’s mouth released from your clit, slightly dialling back the intensity. But you weren’t ready to relax as he kept his hands firmly grasping your butt. You could still feel the heat coursing through your veins as Damiano’s tongue massaged the roof of your mouth.

Ethan laid the flat of his tongue against your hood, letting the tight bundle of nerves pulse as you anticipated his next move. At the same time, Damiano placed his hand over your breast. His fingers explored over what could be felt with no bra beneath your thin T-shirt. Your nipple was perked up and ready for his attention.

Between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the stiff peak, delighting you with a new spike of arousal. While he held onto the nipple, Ethan began to stroke his tongue up-and-down on your clit. He was nudging you closer to that edge with his consistent lapping.

He set into a determined rhythm, working that pressure exactly as you needed it. Your thighs pressed to either side of his head, squeezing as you began to move your hips. You attempted to match his rhythm, pumping your hips in time to the strokes of his tongue.

You wrapped an arm around Damiano, clinging to him as all of this intensity started to get to you. And it was making you ravenous - you couldn’t kiss him hard enough, you couldn’t ride Ethan’s tongue quick enough.

“Oh my God.” It came out in a choked sob when you tore your mouth off of Damiano.

He moved his lips to your throat, giving you a greater sense that you were floating. You kept your hips in motion, too full of desperate energy to possibly be still right now. As Ethan continued to bob his head with your movements, you wondered if his fingers were going to make indents in your ass cheeks, fiercely attached to you.

You were chasing the climax, wanting to reach the moment when all of these lovely sensations were married together. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your system was rushed by so much stimulation.

“Baby, oh baby, yes…” You moaned as your hips wildly bucked into Ethan’s face.

With your muscles tensed, you reached that point of perfection and promptly fell apart in Damiano’s arms. Your thighs gave one last squeeze around Ethan’s head before releasing, twitching as they relaxed down.

He eased off slightly, giving your clitoris quick kisses as you began coming to terms with the peak you had just reached. You flinched and struggled for breath. His hands let go of your butt and you were aware of more time between his contact on your clitoral hood.

“Do you want me to apologise for hijacking your dance class?” He asked as he began to lean away, out of the space between your thighs.

You laughed, still feeling dazzled by your climax. “I don’t care.” You looked down at him, reaching for his cheek. “I want you to fuck me.”

“What did I just do?” He asked, appearing a little confused.

“No, that was phenomenal, but I want you to go get a condom so you can fuck me properly.”

This statement didn’t prompt any follow-up questions. He got up on his feet and swiftly left the room, leaving you alone with Damiano. You turned to him, your lips meeting in a tender kiss.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He said, peppering your mouth with fast kisses. “Seeing you like that, hearing all of your sexy sounds- it got me so hard.”

You grinned and secured another kiss from him. “Show me.”

He manoeuvred his hips, adjusting so that you could look down his body and see his crotch. You saw the fabric of his sweatpants stretched by his stiff dick. It was an appetising sight, it made you want to do more than kiss.

“Show me properly.” You said.

He didn’t hesitate, grabbing the waistband of both his pants and underwear to pull them down enough for his cock to come out. This was a definite improvement as your neediness started to grow again.

“Show me closer.” You said.

You saw a smile on his face as he started to move, taking on a far superior position. On his knees, he walked up to your shoulder. You watched his dick getting closer to your face and you licked your lips. You were thrilled when he didn’t need any further instruction, somehow knowing exactly what you wanted and moving to straddle your face.

You wrapped a hand around his stiff length, steadying him as you lifted your head. You placed a kiss to his tip, your eyes locked with his. You savoured the look in his eyes, feeling this was something you had earned - there was only one other person that could get that look.

“Fuck…” He quietly moaned as you let your lips part, bringing the crown of his cock in.

His hand went to the top of your head, affectionately rubbing you here as you sucked on this first inch of his dick a little. You brought your tongue forward, watching his reaction as you massaged the end of his dick with it.

Then you relaxed your jaw and fully extended your tongue out, over your bottom lip. He smiled and rocked his hips back, positioning the shaft on your awaiting tongue. He rolled his hips forward again, pushing the head up your tongue before gently moving back. He wet the underside of his length like this, moving at the pace he desired. You heard his deep exhales as you were tasting more of him.

“Well I’m glad you guys didn’t get bored without me.” Ethan commented to announce his return to the living room.

Damiano didn’t quit working himself on your tongue, just glancing over his shoulder at your boyfriend. “Blame avida, it was all her idea.”

“Of course it was.” Ethan said. Even though your view of him was entirely blocked, you could hear that he was getting closer to where you lay. “She’s too greedy for her own good.” You felt the warmth from his body as he sat down by your legs again. “Having just one hole filled simply isn’t enough, is it?”

“Uh-uh.” You replied, keeping your tongue as still as possible for Damiano.

Overdramatically, Ethan sighed out your name. “What are we going to do with you?”

“I figured that right now we would fuck her.” Damiano said.

You were feeling Ethan’s hands on your legs before you heard him speak again. “Makes sense.”

Damiano caressed your forehead as he looked down at you. “You can tap out anytime you need to.” Instead of disrupting his current activity by trying to talk, you communicated your understanding by showing him a thumbs up. “Good girl.”

Ethan was easing your thighs apart, holding your legs up with his hands under your knees. He moved himself into this available space and soon you were feeling skin-on-skin as he lined himself up. He leaned his body weight into you.

You felt your labia majora pushing apart as he slid his cock into this warm area. For the moment he was avoiding your hole, in favour of exploring what was on the surface. He moved slowly, stroking himself against your pussy. This served to bring your attention back to this area and he soon had you realising just how sensitive your pussy was. When his tip rubbed against your clit, your eyes fluttered shut and you keenly arched your back. You closed your lips around Damiano, ready to sink deeper into all of this.

Ethan drew himself back over your swollen pussy, repositioning until you were feeling pressure at your entrance. You heard how quickly his breath was coming in as he gently began to bury into your pussy. He didn’t rush, giving you time to adjust as he slowly sought a greater depth.

Inside of your mouth, Damiano was throbbing. You rubbed your tongue all over his shaft as he shifted his weight on top of you, no longer sweetly stroking your head.

Keeping your lips set in place, you began to bob your head on his cock, working the shaft up-and-down. Your lips were slicked for him as you explored your current range of movement. At present, he possessed enough restraint to hold his hips still, allowing you to set the pace. You knew it wouldn’t take long for him to get to a place of overwhelming you with his lust, but for now you were building.

Braced on his knees, Ethan invested in some motion as well. He began to jerk into you and your walls excitedly fluttered with his movements. You were feeling that keen heat spreading through your body again as you worked your thigh muscles, trying to fall into his rhythm.

As you were meeting his rocks, you tried to match your timing on Damiano to this. It was all falling into place, that synergy the three of you could share without words.

Ethan held your thighs apart, keeping your legs in a firm grip as he steadily increased his pacing. Each of his thrusts were tender, never taking you to a place where it felt like more than you could take. Instead he was gently working you up as you felt his dick twitching between your sensitive walls.

Hollowing your cheeks around Damiano earned you his loudest noise yet, an excited whimper. He put his hand back to your head, gripping some of your hair between his fingers.

“Do you wanna know what thought I just-... oh, I can’t get this idea out of my head.” He said and you opened your eyes to look up at him again. “Thinking about it is driving me wild, baby.” You blinked at him, wondering how you could encourage him with just a look. “I’m gonna tell it to you and then I’m gonna pull out for just a sec’ so you can tell me what you think, okay?

“Okay. I wanna give you a fuckin’ pearl necklace, and then watch him eat that off of you.” He stopped his movements. “Don’t you think that would be so, so sexy?” He pulled his hips back, emptying your mouth.

You took a deep breath as you thought this proposal over. “Yeah. I do think-... it’s just that-... well, I’ve never done- had that done to me before, so…”

“That’s okay.” He said, yet to catch his breath. “But do you want to just try it with me? And maybe you’ll really like it. If not, we literally never have to do it again, ever. All you have to do is take your top off and lay there, I’ll make sure it all gets cleaned off of you, okay?”

“Okay.” You said, well and truly curious for this new experience. “But shouldn’t you see what he thinks of it too?”

“Oh, right.” He said and glanced over his shoulder at Ethan. “Are you down for cleaning up something I leave on our girlfriend?”

“Sure, I think a pearl necklace would really suit her.” He said.

“Yes. Good boy.” Damiano said, he was beaming as he moved off of you. “And good girl.”

You put your hands to the bottom of your shirt as you began to sit up. In an instant, he was grabbing you, both hands on your face as he pulled you in for a kiss. You felt his energy rush at you, absolutely intoxicating. You pulled your shirt off, genuinely eager to be rid of this last item of clothing. He gave you some more kisses before you had the chance to lay back down.

“Are you comfortable like that?” He asked before mounting you again. “Do you need me to get you a pillow?”

“No, I’m good, I’m happy.” You said.

“Happy to suck cock.” He said as he resumed his position above your face.

“Happy sucking this one.”

He stroked your cheek, smiling as you opened your mouth for him. His tip slid down your tongue until you could wrap your lips around him. He continued to watch as you started working your tongue against him, massaging all over his shaft.

“Look at that look on your face, you really are happy sucking cock, aren’t you?” He asked. “That face is just so cute, can I fuck it? Can I fuck your face, avida?” You raised your hand to show him your thumb sticking straight up. “I can? Oh good…”

He straightened his spine and shifted his body weight, getting his knees in the right positions. You were ready when he started to pump his hips, you moved your head with him as you kept your lips in place.

Ethan easily slid back into your wet cunt, filling the space between your thighs again. He came in closer and you rocked your hips into him.

It was Damiano who set the tempo, thrusting into the warmth of your mouth again-and-again. Ethan began to follow this and you shut your eyes, sinking into the flow because you knew it could take you higher.

Then Ethan was getting faster, seeking something quicker as he held your legs up. His heavy breathing underscored the near-constant whimpering coming from Damiano. You couldn’t help making some sounds of your own in response to the pressure that came with Ethan moving in deeper, your moans thoroughly garbled by Damiano’s cock.

Before he could hit that perfect spot inside of you, Ethan pulled out. It felt like it was happening too soon.

But swiftly he was providing you with a substitute - pushing his cock in to rest alongside your clitoris again. Your labia majora hugged to him and you could feel how much he was throbbing, which was reciprocated by your needy pussy. His fingers remained clamped onto your legs.

While he was taking this breather, you concentrated your energy on Damiano. He was getting close to gagging you with every buck of his hips, but he seemingly always knew when to stop. You ignored the drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, this could be dealt with later - mess didn’t particularly worry you at present.

With your mouth still so full, you were whining when Ethan sank back into you. At once he strived to find his pacing. He was moving with less restraint, his hips energetically snapping into your butt.

When he found your sweet spot, it made your world quake. And the intensity was immediately ratcheted up by him placing his thumb over your clitoral hood. The pleasure rushed you so fast that you were left stunned.

You could feel him swelling inside of you. Your heart launched into your throat as the prospect of coming together dawned on you, your lust interweaving. You knew how close he was, at the edge with you.

There was nothing smooth about his final thrusts - his hips unrhythmically jerking and stuttering as the climax began to steal his strength. But it was enough to get him the whole way in, nestled against your sweet spot where the all-mighty clenching of your walls was enough to spell his end. He fell apart before you.

But you were so close that your release was captured seconds later, to the sounds of his breathy whimpers. You forgot about keeping your mouth tight around Damiano as you got so thoroughly lost in your own ecstasy. The orgasm blocked out everything else momentarily and all that you were aware of was the feeling that your body was glowing.

You had stars still dancing before your eyes as the world trickled back into your consciousness. You realised that Ethan remained inside of you, but he had ceased his thrusting and his grip on your legs had relaxed. The next thing you recognised was how Damiano had pulled back a little, currently his tip rested on your lips. This gave you a chance to catch your breath as his fingers ran through your hair.

“Are you okay?” He asked as your eyes focused on him. “You look a little spaced out. We can stop for a sec’ if you need-”

You had lifted your head from the floor so that you could suck an inch or so of his wet dick into your mouth. “I was promised a necklace.” You could feel your second wind coming into you, the orgasm enlivening you as you craved to give him a similar bliss.

He smiled down at you. “And you deserve it.” He eased his hips forward again. “Yes you fuckin’ do.”

“You can tap out if you need to.” Ethan said, his hand softly stroking your hip as Damiano gradually filled your mouth again.

You secured your lips around him as he began to reclaim his pacing. He locked into what he wanted, his eyes shutting as his pumps came in faster. You bobbed your head with him, wanting to give him the perfect friction that he needed.

“Yes, baby.” He gasped as you sucked your cheeks in around him.

The threat of being gagged didn’t come back. He withdrew about halfway, concentrating the stimulations towards his head. As he pumped with this portion, you took to swirling your tongue around the swollen tip. His ongoing movements were keeping you from accomplishing anything consistent, but your lapping was enough. You could feel how he was starting to leak.

His breath was coming in heavily when he pulled out, a hand wrapping around his shaft. His voice was whiny and quiet as he spoke. "Oh yes, yes, yes, I'm coming." He hastily stroked, the head of his dick pointing beneath your chin. "Are you ready for it?"

"Yeah." You said, squirming a little in your anticipation. Your eyes darted from his face to his cock, you wanted to see the look on his face, but you also wanted to see the cum shooting out. You were eager for it all. "I want it, I really want it, Daddy."

His hand kept going on his cock. "I'm gonna give it to you, I'm gonna- guh-gonna… fuck, fuck!"

The hot, thick jizz was hitting your clavicle before his jerking concluded. He watched what he was doing, happily moaning as more of your skin was coated. The majority landed towards the centre of your chest, with some shared off to the right and only a droplet or two on the left side.

He released his cock and began to move off of you. You could see his chest was rapidly rising-and-falling as he looked down at you with a shine in his eyes. His dry hand stroked the side of your face as he leaned down, kissing you.

“It couldn’t possibly look any more beautiful.” He whispered. “Thank you, babe.”

“Maybe one day I can return the favour.” You said.

He perked up at that. “Fuck yes, can we?”

Ethan repositioned on top of you, coming in closer to survey Damiano’s handiwork. “You didn’t want to give her earrings too?”

Damiano laid down on the carpet, rolled over to keep watching the two of you. “Oops. Maybe next time I’ll remember that.”

“Earrings?” You repeated, looking from one boyfriend to the other. “Pearl earrings? No way. You are making that up.”

“He’s really not.” Damiano said.

Ethan was bowing his head down to your chest. “That’s a discussion for a different night, my darlings.”

He laid down a kiss that lingered, with his lips parting. Feeling his tongue slowly stroking across your skin prompted a moan from you before you could stop yourself. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, your eyelids fluttering shut as you sank into this slower pace of sensuality. It was the perfect chaser to the primal flurry the three of you had gotten lost in. This was a chance for you to catch your breath, even as your heart continued to flutter.

“Do you like how that tastes?” Damiano asked.

Ethan kept his lips very close to your skin as he answered. “You know I do, Daddy.”

He continued to slowly drag his lips and tongue across your skin. When you opened your eyes, you saw the wide grin on Damiano’s face and you had a feeling that his fantasy was playing out just as he had desired.

Ethan moaned as he wrapped an arm around you. “Babe, you’re still so tight.”

“Yeah, that probably has something to do with the huge dong inside me.” You said, making Damiano laugh.

“Oh, please do not say dong.” Ethan said. “My point is- I’m really sensitive and you’re really tight, you should probably be careful.”

“Right.”

“Or I could take it out.”

You shook your head as you trailed your fingertips down his back. “No, don’t- don’t pull out yet.” He met your eye and you knew that he understood what you weren’t able to say.

“Do you two have any idea how sexy you are?” Damiano asked. “I’m gonna think about this so much, like so much. I’ll probably never be able to see a regular pearl necklace without getting a tingle ever again.”

“I’m glad we didn’t let you down.” You said.

“You never do.” He said, coming in to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said.

“And you…” He stroked a hand down the nape of Ethan’s neck. “God, I love you too.”

Ethan lifted his head slightly. “I love you and I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Damiano stayed watching, enthralled by every lick and kiss. After doing what seemed like history’s most thorough cleaning job, Ethan pulled back. It was decided that you should have a shower.

He told you before he started to pull out. As he did so, he gave you some tender kisses, bringing you a sense of closure.

He decided that you shouldn’t have to walk to the bathroom. You were smiling as he lifted you off of the ground, carrying you out of the room.

His shower wouldn’t accommodate more than one body, so this would be a solo activity. He helped you get the temperature right.

“That’s just like how it went when you would help him stretch before the pole, isn’t it?” You asked.

He looked at you with a smile. “Pretty much.”

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What Once was Mine

Chapter 6 - Jealousy

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series. Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

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“So, she's over there right now then, huh?” It wasn't hard to hear exactly how much Changbin didn't exactly love that.

“Yeah…” Jisung replied, not too thrilled himself either.

“Damn… I should have been more upfront with her,” Changbin growled, leaning against his kitchen counter, his jaw and fists clenching. It had been a few days since your heavy make out session and Changbin couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't make himself entirely clear to you that night when he said he would take things at your pace. It felt as though he made it seem like he was willing to wait for you whenever you were comfortable enough for a hookup. In reality, he wanted to convey that he was willing to wait as long as you needed to pursue a relationship.

“Deep breaths, calm down before you crack a tooth,” Jisung said, claping a hand against Changbins back, “I think the fact you kissed is progress.”

“Yeah… yeah, you're right,” Changbin admitted, unclenching his fists, “I'm just so frustrated. It feels like no matter what I do, it won't matter. It feels like he's always in the way.”

“It's only been, like, what, a few months? Give it more time. I know that's hard to do whenever someone has a crush as big as yours, but in my experience-”

“You have experience?”

“In my experience...” Jisung continued, deciding to ignore the joke at his expense this once, “the more time you give it, the harder she'll fall.”

“You sound like a wanna-be cupid.” Changbin said, but smiled anyway. “Thanks Han, I needed to hear that.” Changbin sighed, running his hands through his hair to get control of himself. Han was right, it had only been a few months since he developed any feelings for you and it had been even less time since he started actually doing anything about it. You just needed more time, specifically spent with him.

“Feeling better?” Han asked, giving a moment for Changbin to respond.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Good, now come on. We need to meet up with Chan and Felix to strategize.”

“My love life’s something to strategize?”

“Isn't everybody's?”

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You had no idea Hyunjin had so much stamina. Although, thinking back, that was silly of you. He was a full time dance instructor, teaching multiple classes every day on top of constant practice to sharpen his skills. The company also had a penchant for using him for their promotional videos that they posted on YouTube weekly. So, of course he'd have copious amounts of stamina, something he made abundantly clear as he spend practically the entire night fucking you into every possible surface of his apartment. He only stopped for a few hours so he could feed you dinner, something he didn't allow you to dress for. You didn't mind though, as you weren't the only one entirely naked as you two ate.

After that, for the entirety of the night, you and Hyunjin were always active. Always touching in some way, he had you constantly swapping through cute outfits he apparently bought just for tonight and he was always piling praises and sweet words. Yes, he said some truly filthy and degrading things last night, but he always made sure to follow it up with affection. You were truly the center of his attention, something that didn't end when you two finally cleaned up and collapsed into bed feeling utterly exhausted.

“Does Sleeping Beauty need a kiss to wake up?” Hyunjins soft voice tickled your ear, rousing you from your sleep, “I'll give you as many as you need.” He chuckled, ghosting his lips over your eyes, the bridge of your nose down to the tip, your cheeks, your lips. You still didn't wake, both enjoying his kisses but also still drained from your night. Hyunjin tilted his head, trailing kisses along your jaw, the shell of your ear, down your neck. The extra stimulation was enough to convince you.

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, peeking one eye open as he brought himself up to greet you face-to-face with one of his sweet smiles. You always adored how youthful he looked, how his face scrunched and how his eyes turned into little crescent moons. It was the one thing about Hyunjin that never changed in all the years you had known him.

“Good morning, Hyunnie,” you yawned before Hyunjin planted a chaste, gentle kiss against your lips. He loved it when you called him that.

“Good morning, Beautiful. Breakfast is ready, do you need help up?” He asked quietly, gazing at you fondly.

“How can you even stand, let alone offer to help me up?”

“I'm just built like that,” Hyunjin said with a sudden smug smile, sliding his arms around your body and slinging you over his shoulder. You squealed with surprise.

“Put me down Hwang Hyunjin!!” You cried, however your protests were undermined by your own giggles and half-hearted pounding at his back.

“Oh shush,” he playfully admonished, landing a lively smack to your ass and grinning with glee at your little yelp.

Once Hyunjin gently sat you down at the kitchen table he planted one more kiss on your forehead before serving the two of you plates of food. It was a little hard to focus on eating at first, memories of you being the meal only hours prior floating to the front of your mind. Hyunjins smile and idle chatter was the only thing that kept you focused on the moment. It was funny how gentle and intimate this morning felt in comparison to last night.

Last night you were a plaything, someone to pump full of cum and call filthy names as Hyunjin acted out sexual fantasies that no hook up ever let him do. It was explicitly asked for, of course, but oh, how starkly it contrasted to a wake up call of breakfast and gentle kisses, of dawning Hyunjins clothes as his eyes never left you. You smiled to yourself, feeling spoiled. You knew Hyunjin never did anything like this. Hook ups were never offered breakfast, they weren't treated rudely but never this gently, and they were never allowed to wear his clothes.

“They only do it to try and stake some weird claim and they never look good in my stuff. Not like you,” Hyunjin had once said. Something that never left your mind. Idly, you had wondered in whose shirt did you look better in: Hyunjins or Changbins?

The second Changbin entered your mind, you heard your phone beginning to ring from Hyunjins bedroom. Hyunjin stopped you before you could even try to lift yourself from your seat.

“I'll get it, Beautiful. You eat.”

“Thank you, gorgeous,” you giggled, relishing at the blush that flared across his cheeks as he went to fetch your phone. You happily dug into your meal while waiting, but your appetite faltered when he came back with your phone, a frown replacing the bashful tint that was just adorning his pretty face.

“It's Changbin,” he said sourly, handing you the phone, secretly hoping you'd screen the call. A pang of jealousy stabbed at Hyunjins heart when you immediately answered.

“Binnie?” Another twist, when did you start calling him that?

“Well good morning Princess. This is your personalized morning wake up call by your one and only Dwaekki.” A delighted laugh bubbled from your chest at the sheer absurdity of the man on the other end of this phone call.

“So you're really sticking with ‘Princess’?” Was all you could bring yourself to say.

“Well yeah, cause I intend to spoil you like a princess.” You suddenly felt very self conscious having this conversation with Hyunjin in the room, even more so with the butterflies awakening in your stomach.

“You do know princesses don't just get spoiled 24/7, right?”

“My Princess will be.”

Your heart skipped a beat, he said that so matter-of-factly. A part of you wanted to ask where this was coming from, but in reality you knew. He told you, not in words, but in action. The night you two kissed, how he stayed in bed and held you so tenderly in his arms, how he served your every need before himself the entire morning after. Even if you didn't yet know his true intentions as to why he doted on you, you knew Changbin, they weren't malicious and you truly enjoyed his attention.

“Are you still with me Princess?”

“Ah, ye-yeah! Sorry, I just… didn't know how to respond to that.” You admitted, eyes flicking to Hyunjin who had resumed his seat across the table, an obvious pout on his face.

“This isn't the first time you've said that to me,” Changbins smooth, self assured tone chimed through the phone, “seems I have a knack for rendering you speechless.” He chuckled, a sound you reciprocated.

“It seems so.”

“What are you doing today? I want to see you again.”

Hyunjins breath caught in his throat, his nerves set on edge. Who the hell did this guy think he was? First he interrupts your morning to flirt and now he wants to take you away from him?

“I'm actually with a friend right now, won't be back until later. Maybe tomorrow.”

Hyunjins mind lingered on, “a friend”. Normally you'd say exactly who you were with. You would confidently say you were with him.

“Come see me after then. I'll wait for you.”

You swallowed hard, that unfamiliar mix of emotions that you experienced when Hyunjin and Changbin first met once again swirling deep in your belly, smothering every last butterfly you felt earlier. Why were you feeling this way? Your eyes once again darted back to Hyunjin only to catch him standing from his side of the table. Making his way over to you, Hyunjin kneeled in front of you, tickling your knee with kisses before speaking loudly, so Changbin could hear.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but I just realized you're wearing the shirt that I was planning on wearing, mine if I take it back?”

Heat shot up your neck, rooting itself deeply into the curves of your cheeks. This wasn't an abnormal thing to say, he's said worse while you were on the phone before, but he said what when you were on the phone with Changbin. Changbin of all people.

“Hyu-HYUNJIN!”

“What? Being stubborn? I don't mind taking it off of you myself,” he teased, fingers unbuttoning the shirt right off your body. In a panic you hung up the call, refusing to risk Changbin hearing anything else.

“He-here! Take it!” You stuttered, undoing the rest of the buttons and slipping it off you. “I'll go get another one.” You tried to sound as normal as possible, dashing off to Hyunjins room with your phone in hand, missing when Hyunjin dropped the playful façade as his gaze followed your mostly naked frame.

Y/N: I'm so, so sorry about Hyunjin, he just gets carried away sometimes when he wants to mess around. I'd love to come see you, if you still want me to

Binnie🐽🐰: I'd be crazy to not want you.

You swallowed hard at Changbins reply and couldn't help but stare at the screen for a few seconds before sending your next text.

Y/N: So, then… I'll text you when I'm driving over then?

Binnie🐽🐰: Then… It's a date? 🥴

A dopey giggle bubbled out of your chest before you could stop it and your heart was threatening to beat itself right out of your chest. You couldn't remember the last time you were on a date, a real one, not just the friend dates you would go on with Jisung or Hyunjin. You felt giddy re-reading Changbins flirty and somewhat cringey text. You felt wanted in a way you hadn't in quite some time. You could almost feel static in your fingertips as you replied.

Y/N: It's a date ❤️

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“You seem happy,” Chan said with a grin. He was the one who suggested Changbin call you this morning while the two of them had a moment of downtime at the recording studio.

“Who's happy? I'm not happy,” Changbin said as convincingly as he could, turning off his phone and trying his best to drop his smile. “I'm pissed off cause the girl I like is at her fuckbuddys house and our next client is late.”

“Mh-hmm, suuuuuure,” Chan said, unconvinced. “So is she coming over tonight or…?”

“I don't know yet. She said she would let me know when she's on her way. Han says this guy has a habit of holding her hostage.” Changbin sighed, now genuinely annoyed.

“Yikes, well… good luck with that,” Chan said sympathetically, sitting up once he saw Han lead their next client into the recording booth. “Show time.”

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A/N: I don't have much in the way of commentary for this chapter lol. It is what it is, I'm just trying to keep my buffer. Also, juggling characters is haaaaard.

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omg thank you for doing my request!!! i absolutely adored it, dw im from the east coast myself (new york specifically). if it’s okay, i’d like to request more modern day sullys and fali? i just love your take on them.

a/n: ahh !! thank you so much. ( east coast gang rising up !! ) anyway , yes i actually think the modern au is just so simple but so cute and fun to write , which is also why i'm publishing this request before some of the older ones. i want to be able to keep feeding you all while i develop ideas and fics for the other ones. hope you enjoy !! reblogs + feedback is always appreciated !!

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modern au headcanons for the sullys + fali

general

one of the most chaotic families out there

trust me when i say this

when any of the kids have friends over, the guests are always shocked to find out that they ever manage to get anything done

there's always someone being a problem ( lo'ak )

tuk is the "do it all" child

like soccer, lacrosse, dance, school plays + musicals

she totally ate as an oompa loompa in charlie and the chocolate factory jr.

the older siblings all took a picture with her while she was in costume

[y/n] has an epic 0.5x picture of her from that night and is saving it for her graduation

[y/n] has the most baby pictures and "baby's first christmas" ornaments / type stuff just because she was the first child

neteyam has a good bit, so does kiri, but lo'ak and tuk have barely any

you can tell that they gave up on parenting tuk because she's such a menace

the whole entire family is banned from pizza hut

they refuse to speak on the topic

after neteyam and lo'ak played jv basketball together, kiri and [y/n] worked together to rewatch all the film and make a compilation of all their funny moments

tbt to when lo'ak completely missed the basket during a free throw

to present it, they gathered the entire family into the living room and pretended it was serious

but as soon as the video started, the two girls could not hold up the act and ended up on the ground in tears as they laughed at the entire thing

lo'ak and neteyam were not amused

jake was totally losing his mind

he loves making fun of his kids ( affectionately )

you can always tell neytiri's mood based on what she's listening to when she cooks dinner

a podcast means she's feeling good, feeling productive - sad music means she's, well... sad - classical music means you must stay far away from her

kiri, [y/n], and neytiri have their periods sinked up

it's complete hell for everyone else

once jake came home from work late and saw them sobbing on the couch to an episode of how i met your mother

sometimes the siblings will all sit down and have tuk paint their nails as she just talks the most amount of shit about every kid in her class

it's literally the funniest thing

she has some serious issues

kiri and [y/n] both like reading but the difference between the two is that kiri actually reads and [y/n] has five different books sitting on her bedside table

when she does have a random burst of energy to read, they always swap books

the head boys lacrosse coach is the biology teacher and he loves the sully family

he also teaches forensic science

not only is [y/n] dating his star player, but she manages the team

plus neteyam is on his team

sometimes, during their lunch period, fali and [y/n] just roll up to his class ( the same period that lo'ak and tsireya have bio )

ao'nung also plays basketball, so him and lo'ak were literally always beefing until they randomly just became friends

and then it was chill!

[y/n] and fali also drive tsireya and ao'nung around quite a bit, but they don't mind

everybody trusts fali and [y/n]

they're the type of people that you call if you need anything ever

kiri and neteyam have definitely called their sister or fali during a party after realizing they needed to get home

once neteyam's old friends left him there with no ride and he was... not all that sober

fali was at the same party because lacrosse team!

this boy did not hesitate to leave with neteyam and bring him back to his house

neteyam called his parents and pretended he was sleeping over with ao'nung ( who helped cover for him ) and ended up sleeping in fali's guest bedroom

every day kiri collects random ideas for her future speech as [y/n]'s maid of honor at her and fali's wedding

[y/n] still doesn't know

neteyam has an entire shoebox full of memories with his big sister that he plans to give her before she moves out

panic ensues the household when they reach june / graduating month

they do not want to think about their first baby leaving the nest!

neytiri is such a sad frantic mama

just wants everything to be perfect for her baby

jake ensures her that it will be

moving on to more happy stuff!

neytiri is totally a swiftie

like a very serious very loyal swift or that knows every single song and every single album and every single word

owns her ugly merch but it's okay because it makes her happy

tsireya's favorite candy would be watermelon jolly ranchers and she always has them in her backpack and stuff

lo'ak started to also keep watermelon flavored things in his backpack when he first started crushing on her

he would give her some during bio

her smile was always worth it

[y/n] and fali have the cheesiest and cutest way of reminding each other that they love each other

and that would be by giving each other their last piece of something

like they would give each other their last oreo, their last piece of gum, their last hershey kiss, his last name

it's just a silent exchange of their infatuation for each other

everybody else watches as they contemplate leaving because of how lonely they make them feel

kiri makes the silliest birthday posts

like she absolutely exposes every single one of her siblings by posting their ugly pictures on her instagram story

and she isn't even nice enough to keep it on close friends

lo'ak and [y/n] have a super long streak on snap chat of like 600+ days

and they are constantly scared of losing it

tuk takeover happens on a rare occasion in which, every few months, one of her older siblings allows her to do their streaks

she usually manages to post something stupid on their stories or something, but all of their friends have learned to look forward to it

fali and [y/n] were friends for a year before dating, but half of that year was spent with them absolutely crushing on each other

their first kiss story is so embarrassing and they refuse to tell anyone about it

fali wears bracelets that [y/n] makes for him

he always wears the bracelets that tuk makes for him and they're the cutest things because it's just a random assortment of beads

fali probably has a like single piercing on one of his ears after losing a bet with his friends

but he's grown to love it

he always has to take it out for lacrosse because the helmet is a pain

[y/n] buys him cute little earrings that he refuses to wear because they're always silly

like, "no, [y/n] i'm not wearing a singular waffle earring."

the only earring from her that he wears is the earring that matches the ring he gave her on their one year anniversary

she gave him that earring for his birthday

he almost cried

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