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flynnriderishot · 4 months

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hi love! could you write something about chris being mean (in a joking manner) to the reader always, but only because he doesn’t know how to deal with his real feeling of liking her, then one day, when hes being very mean and ignoring her, he angry confesses.

i hope i explained well, ly!

angry confessions - c.s

a/n: hear me out, okay? i read your request once and ran with it and when i came back to read it again i realized that i may have went a little off your original idea. i’m so sorry 😭 i hope you like it !

chris walked from his bedroom, his blue eyes almost immediately landing on your figure.

yours and chris’ relationship was weird. for starters: you didn’t have one.

you were extremely close with his brothers, doing nearly everything together, but you and chris never really had much of a connection.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but watching you and matt or even you and nick made his heart clench in jealousy. he knew that your relationship with them was completely platonic, but it rubbed him the wrong way to see you with anyone but him.

of course, he didn’t plan on telling you that. he couldn’t grasp the thought of having feelings for you. it scared him halfway to death.

you were sat on the couch with matt and nick, the three of you playing some random multiplayer game on your phones.

chris made his way to the kitchen to grab a drink, his footsteps alerting everyone of his presence.

“he’s alive.” nick spoke up.

“shut up.” chris scoffed, opening his pepsi before moving to sit with you guys.

just before he sat down, his hand lifts to playfully swat at the back of your head.

“what the fuck?!” you shouted, standing up as your eyes never once left your phone screen.

matt began to shout out in excitement, “oh! oh! i won!”

“bullshit.”

“why’d you do that?” you turn towards chris, frustration clear in your voice.

“sorry.” he shrugged, knowing there wasn’t much he could do about your loss but at least he had your attention.

you weren’t mad. you were used to chris’ odd behavior towards you. you didn’t know why, but you never questioned it.

you just assumed that’s how he treated every girl he knew.

hell, you’ve seen the way he’d jokingly make fun of madi. while he was a little less aggressive towards her, you thought that maybe it was because she was a lot more sensitive than you.

•••

“what the hell are you doing here?”

you perked up at the sound of his voice, “nick and i are hanging out.”

“again? that’s like the fourth time this week.”

he seemed annoyed at the thought you hanging out with his brother again.

“we’re going to a party. you can come with us if you want?” you suggested, not wanting him to feel left out.

chris furrowed his brows, “no, i’m good. last thing i want to do is be around you.”

your face fell. what the hell is his problem?

before you could respond and question his hostility, nick comes running down stairs,

“you ready to go?”

“yeah, let’s go.” you stood up from your seat, quickly exiting the house with an oblivious nick in tow.

as chris watched you and nick leave, he couldn’t help but silently scold himself.

“what the hell is wrong with me?”

“well for starters, you’re talking to yourself. that might be a sign that you have some problems…”

chris slowly turned towards matt, “shut the fuck up.”

•••

being sober had its perks.

the first being that you wouldn’t be drunk off your ass and wake up with the absolute worst headache ever. but it also meant that you wouldn’t accidentally catch yourself doing anything out of your usual character.

like nick, who was currently conversing with two people you could have sworn he despised.

now, you would have stopped him but you were currently caught up in a conversation with one of the few non intoxicated people at this party.

he was cute, he was nice and (so far) it seemed like his intentions were pure.

so why did you feel so weird speaking to him?

luckily and unlucky for you, your question was about to be answered.

•••

“hurry up!”

chris ignored matt’s words, slamming the passenger door shut as he ran towards the front door of the house that held you, his older brother and apparently his competition.

it took less than a minute for him to find nick. the elder triplet stood out regardless of where he was or what he was doing. so once he found him chris immediately pushed through the group of people that surrounded him and demanded that he went to go meet matt back at the car.

nick gave no protests, commenting how everyone there was lame, much to chris’ luck.

finding you was a little harder but thanks to the video of one of his mutual followers, he was able to find the vase from the video in the house he was in.

despite his mood, chris’ eyes softened slightly at the sight of your bright smile until he realized it wasn’t him that you were smiling at.

approaching you, he didn’t dare give a glance at the boy in front of you,

“we’re leaving. let’s go.”

“woah. what?” you turned in confusion, your y/e/c landing on him. “chris, what are you doing here?”

“let’s go.”

he seemed desperate to leave. you didn’t know why he showed up but you couldn’t help but be concerned.

“okay. let me find nick.”

“he’s in the car.” he said, “let’s go.”

“okay! can you relax?”

“yeah, dude. chill.”

chris’ jaw clenched, “don’t fucking talk to me.”

“chris—”

“can we leave?”

“yes, okay. go.” you ushered him away, quickly turning to the guy you were previously speaking to, “i’m so sorry.”

•••

“are you good?” you asked chris the second you exited the loud house.

“no, i’m not. why were you talking to him?”

“i was making a friend, chris.” you chuckled awkwardly.

“a friend? didn’t seem like that to me. i mean, you’re in the back of someone’s instagram story laughing your ass off like he’s the funniest person alive. what’s that about?”

you’ve never been so confused in your life. just a few hours ago, he was telling you how he wanted nothing to do with you. and now he was getting upset because you were talking to someone? it made no sense.

“chris—“

“i don’t want talking to him anymore.”

“excuse me?”

it seemed as though chris realized how ridiculous his request was but didn’t speak on it.

“where do you get off on telling me what to do? who the hell do you think you are?”

he didn’t say anything.

“you didn’t give a shit about me or what i had going on literally four hours ago and now you suddenly care? why?”

“because—” he stopped himself.

“because? because what, chris? please enlighten me. because gods knows i deserve to understand your reasoning for treating me like shit for the last two years i’ve known you!”

“because i love you!”

you let out a breath, “what?”

“because- because i don’t want to see you with anyone else. because i want to be the person you’re happy with and the person you hate and the person you think about every second of everyday.” he rambled out, “because that’s what you are for me and god, yn, it’s so frustrating having to see you everyday and not have single idea how to tell you how i feel.”

chris was nearly shouting at this point, but he didn’t care. he was finally getting everything off his chest.

“i treated you like shit because having you simply look at me, even if it was in anger or disgust was the highlight of my day. i’ll admit it wasn’t the best idea i’ve ever had but i didn’t care because at least i had your attention.”

“why didn’t you say anything before?“ was the first thing you asked when he finished.

“i didn’t think you’d care.” he scoffed, “i’ve heard your conversations with nick about your celebrity crushes, i know i’m not your type.”

you couldn’t stop the chuckle that fell from you lips, “thats a celebrity crush, chris. i’m never going to meet or see any of those people ever. that means nothing to me.”

he watched you step closer to him.

“a simple ‘i like you’ would have done you wonders. you didn’t have to make matt drive thirty minutes to tell me how you feel.”

he inhaled sharply, his words caught up in his throat as your hand made contact with his cheek.

“if it makes you feel any better…i’m glad you told me how you feel.”

“yeah?”

you nodded, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips, “yeah.”

his eyes darted back and forth between yours, while you focused on his lips.

“can i kiss you, chris?”

“please.”

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upat4amwiththemoon · 8 months

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I just saw a tiktok and I immediately needed to send you a request with wandanat and daughter reader 😭

(congrats for your driver license btw)

R is dating a girl but she's hiding that from her moms cause she knows they would be overprotective and make the girl run away with too many questions and all

Lets say one night she comes home after a party and her girlfriend walk her to her door, and since y/n drank a bit she forgets about the doorbell camera and wandanat see their daughter kissing the girl goodbye (make it cute please please🙏) and you can choose their reactions and all feel free to change anything if you want to write this 💕

Ring camera

Summary: Caught in the act.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader, WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: being drunk

Word count: 1582

a/n: ahh I absolutely love this idea!! I made Kate the girlfriend, hope that’s okay :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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With groans and grumbles, Kate finally manages to drag Y/N from her car to the front door of her house. “You should be glad I know you so well.” Kate mumbles, holding her arms tightly around Y/N’s waist so she wouldn’t fall.

She decided to be the designated driver, even though her girlfriend really wanted them to drink together at Gwen’s parents are gone house party, but Kate knows Y/N has a tendency to over drink and she’d be unable to walk home.

Y/N giggles, “I’m so lucky to have you.” She slings her arms up to wrap the around Kate’s neck, almost slapping her in the process due to her poor coordination. “You’re the bestest best girlfriend.” She has a dopy smile on her face.

The annoyance leaves Kate’s body quickly. She can only be happy when her girlfriend is looking at her like that, like a cute puppy who is full of love. “You’re the bestest girlfriend.” She argues back playfully, her hand rubbing Y/N’s back gently.

“Nuh uh.” She shakes her head. Her lower lip is between her teeth as she stares at the beauty in front of her. “I wish I could sleep next to you.” She whispers.

“I know.” Kate moves one of her hands up to Y/N’s head, her fingers tangling with her hair. “Me too, but we’ll hang out tomorrow.”

“Ye-“ she gets interrupted by a yawn. It makes Kate laugh.

“Will you be able to make it to your bed on your own?”

“I will, don’t you worry.”

She shakes her head at the grin on Y/N’s lips. Kate pulls her into a sweet kiss, holding her steady so she wouldn’t stumble too much during it. Y/N’s fingers play with Kate’s hair while they spend a good few minutes on the porch, kissing each other.

When they finally pull away, Y/N tightens her hold around Kate’s neck and leans her cheek to her shoulder, craving to be as close to her as possible. Even though Kate should be leaving soon so Wanda and Natasha don’t catch them out on their porch together, she tightens her hold as well, just as desperate to feel the warmth on her body.

“Your mums might wake up.” Kate’s voice is quieter due to being pressed against the top of Y/N’s head. “They aren’t supposed to see us.”

“I know.” Her voice is whiny, she really doesn’t want to leave this moment.

Chuckling, Kate pulls away slowly, giving Y/N one more kiss before opening the door with her keys. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hands the keys to Y/N, who is pouting by the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N’s is much lower now that the door open. She knows her moms wake up to the smallest of sounds. “Sleep well.”

“Good night, babe.” Kate walks back to her car, and the door closes.

Natasha stares at her phone screen, where the Ring doorbell camera feed is still going, while Wanda is looking at her wife’s face. “She’s dating Kate.” She states.

“She’s dating Kate.”

The two stay quiet as they sit on their couch, empty breakfast plates on the small table in front of them. One full plate is waiting on the kitchen table, it’s for Y/N once she finally wakes up.

“She was out drinking.” Natasha mumbles, closing her phone and putting it away. She rubs her face with a sigh. Her daughter isn’t supposed to be out drinking with her girlfriend yet.

“She isn’t too far from being able to drink legally.” Wanda has a pointed look, letting Natasha know she heard her thoughts. “I’m not liking the drinking part, but I guess she’s old enough to date?” The sentence comes out as a question. Truth to be told, she’s thinking the exact same thing Natasha is. In her mind, Y/N is still their little girl.

Natasha turns to look at her, by the look of her face, it’s clear she doesn’t believe Wanda. “It’s one thing to be dating and another to be hiding it from us. How long have they been together anyway?”

“Long enough to say I love you.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down at all.”

Shrugging, Wanda leans her back fully to the couch. She’s biting the inside of her cheek. It’s not that she has never wondered about Y/N dating someone, but now that the scenario is actually reality, she doesn’t know how to handle it. Especially since Y/N has been clearly hiding the relationship from them.

“I mean, we need to talk to her,” she runs her hand through her hair, “and Kate too.”

“Oh yeah. I want to know what her intentions are.” Natasha huffs before turning towards the stairs, hearing a door open and close.

Slow steps start coming towards the living room. When Y/N steps into the living room, she tries to clear up her face from the fatigue and hangover she’s feeling, which obviously doesn’t go unnoticed by the two. “Morning.” She mumbles with a small smile.

“Good morning.” Wanda and Natasha’s gaze follow Y/N as she picks up her plate and goes to sit at the dining table. “Could you come eat in the living room.”

With a frown, Y/N puts the chair back in it place and plops down to a loveseat next to the couch. “What’s up?” She starts nibbling her food, her appetite not entirely there because of last night’s activities.

“We,” Natasha glances at Wanda, “saw something interesting today.” Y/N hums, not getting where she is going with this. “This something was recorded by the Ring camera, on our front door.”

It takes a while, but after a moment, Y/N’s eyes widen and her whole face turns warm. She was too drunk to remember the camera on their doorbell yesterday, but now, everything that happened on that porch is rushing back to her memories. “Right.” She sets her plate to the table, clearing her throat. Her eyes avoid the burning haze of her mothers’.

“Would you like to tell us anything?”

“Hm, I-“ she opens and closes her mouth. The right words for this kind of situation aren’t coming to her mind. “Me and Kate are dating?” Her voice is high pitched as she kets out an uncomfortable laugh at the end of her sentence.

”How long?”

“Like,” she plays with her fingers, “nine months.”

“Nine?” Natasha’s brows fly up her forehead. “You two have been dating for almost a year and you haven’t told us.”

“Why did you keep it a secret?” Wanda asks.

“We haven’t even got a chance to talk to Kate about this!”

“This is something we’re supposed to know as your parents.”

“Hiding things in th-“

“This is why I didn’t tell you!” Y/N interrupts her moms’ ramblings. “Because you’re so protective and you’d scare her away.” She slumps her body on the seat, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at the wall near her, too nervous to look at her parents.

Wanda and Natasha turn to look at each other, as if they have no clue what their daughter is talking about. “We don’t scare people away.” Natasha scoffs.

“Yes you do! You interrogated my first crush so much she stopped talking to me completely.”

“We thought she changed schools.”

“Because you two would’ve probably killed her if you knew what actually happened.” She rolls her eyes. Her moms don’t dare to argue against that, both knowing that’s most likely true. “I just-“ she sighs, “I love, Kate. I don’t want her to leave because you two scare her away.”

Tilting her head, Wanda leans her body closer to grab Y/N’s hand. “Okay, we know we can be a bit overprotective sometimes,” Y/N gives her a look, “fine, most of the times, but you are still our little girl and we want to keep you safe.”

“Which means we need to meet Kate.”

“Fine, but you can’t interrogate her.” She stares at Natasha with a pointed look, challenging her mother, and Natasha never backs down from a challenge.

“We need to know what her intentions are.”

“If you do, you three can’t be alone, I’ll be there with you when you ask these questions.”

“Okay, we get to ask any questions we want.”

“You can ask two questions and then we’re going to my room.”

“Eight.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at the back and forth argument, but lets them settle it on their own.

“Five, and the questions go through me first.”

With a slight grin, Natasha nods, she’s oddly proud of her daughter’s ability to negotiate. “Alright, but the door needs to be open then centimeters and you can’t be here alone, one of us has to be home.”

Y/N groans at the rules, but accepts them, she knows those rules are nonnegotiable. “Fine,” she mumbles, “if she runs away after this I’ll be mad at you forever.” She says while standing up, ready to go back to her room to ask Kate over.

“If she runs away she isn’t right for you!” Wanda calls out after her.

“Blahblahblah.” She mumbles too quietly for the two women to hear before closing the door after here. There is a slight smile on her face either way, she’s kind of glad the most important people in her life can finally meet each other.

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chrollohearttags · 6 months

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that cabin eren look has changed the trajectory of my life and given me the stupidest idea ever lmfaogekgs! Just walk with me for a minute

content: musician au ofc, sexual references, reverb lore (?), ony, armin and connie being aggravating as hell lmfaooo, comedy them being big ass kids, ony using the n word (nb’s keep it cute)

📝: I’m reporting live from the ER so I need something to keep me entertained. 😭 this is so dumb, forgive me.

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰──── ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰ ───

“Nah, tell them folks the full story! Go ahead.”

“Look at him getting embarrassed. He’s so cuteee.”

the sound of clicking keys and controllers rang out over the headsets, among the loud laughter and chatter coming from those wearing them. The four illustrious artists, EJ the Don, Armin Hammer, Prince Cee and Ony The God; forming the collective known as Dead Boys Society were normally coming together to perform their many hits, or even comprise music. But tonight? They had a whole other reason..or two rather!

“Tell your mama’s story, bitch. Ain’t nothing to talk about.”

on one of the very rare occasions that the gentleman accrued some free time, they decided to host a Twitch stream. Playing video games, previewing new music and just having a good time. That was until they decided to bring them out…the infamous photos.

Ony, who was in full blown hysterics, falling out of his chair in laughter as he hoisted his phone to the camera. He could barely even be contained. “Look at this nigga, bro! You couldn’t tell him shit.” And the others followed suit. “Malibu’s Most Wanted looking ass.” Armin was just in hysterics, trying to cover his face. Eren, however was not as enthused! “Say sum’, Armin. I dare you and I’m going dead in your shit when I see you again.” “Don’t get mad at me because you were the mall whore. Getting passed around.” Which was so ironic coming from him! Because during the stream, the conversation of their previous lives and how they met came about. Ony divulged that he and Connie had known each other a long time and even went to school together. The pair played basketball as well. When they were seventeen, they began working at the Bayside Mall in a shoe store. Which is where they met EJ, who had just enrolled at their high school as well. The three became really close and eventually that they not only shared an affinity for sneakers but music also. They’d compose songs, make beats and mess around during their shift. When the three of them worked together, the store was packed to the brim, even with a line out the door. Due in part to their main attraction: the cute boy from Jersey with the green eyes and the voice of angel. At any given time, there would R&B and rap playing and he would know every word. Definitely a rarity in the urban area! Connie, who vividly remembered him wanting to be in the stock room but the manager insisting on Eren being on the floor. Thanks to Ony’s suggestion! Because of that, every girl from here to Opa Locka wanted a piece, even telling him they wanted his baby! It was utter chaos. “(Y/N), ma. I’m sorry but your man had hoes. In there serenading them girls and they used to eat that shit up. They loved him. He had like three baby mamas and four step kids before he left.” Rolling his eyes, Eren would take a sip of his drink and try to interject. Defending his honor because lord knows no one else would! “Nah, they were trying to exploit me. Pimping me out for corporate gain. Bunch of bastards.” And (y/n) was just enjoying this little storytime of your man. Exposing his younger self. So when Ony showed the photos of him in his uniform with a gold chain, a tapered fade and Nikes on, posing with his fingers up, you couldn’t help but to laugh. He was just as adorable then as he was now! It most certainly wasn’t his proudest moment. Hence why he loved having hair long now.

“A white boy with a fade singing Pretty Ricky and Trey Songz and you thought we wasn’t gon’ put that nigga front and center? That was our meal ticket. We had to do something.”

and you fell clean over, unable to hold it together! Along with the chat who was spamming a plethora of ‘LMAO’ ‘s and scrambled letters. A mess! “If it means anything, baby. I think you look handsome.” Squeezing his cheeks and cooing to him as consolation. And he was not trying to hear it.

“It don’t mean shit, but thank you, princess.”

He blocked everybody that night and refused to give you any dick for a week straight because of this lil’ escapade. 😭 “I thought shit was funny, what happened?”

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itgetsdark-x · 1 year

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ok but pre-outbreak Joel gets a cute young new neighbour and she’s a camgirl (pretending it’s more modern day and the technology exists lol) but he doesn’t know and one day she asked him for help with fixing something so he actually sees the inside of her house. And then later on, at night he’s trying to find something good 👀 for happy Joel time (bc his cute neighbour in her way too short shorts got him a lil hot and bothered) he comes across her doing a live cam show and he’s like “oh shit.. I know that room. And that ass..) and he realises it’s her and he just has to join in and see what’s going on and it just gets smutty.

And in the end he somehow reveals it’s him in a discreet non creepy way and she’s like yeah i know *wink wink* just really flirty and stuff! There could even be another part eventually where they actually get together and smuuuut!

This idea has been in my head the last few days but I’m not a good writer.. and you’re such a good smut writer 😭😭

A/N: oh my sweet anon, I am so sorry this took so long!! I may or may not have got carried away with this and rolled it all into one piece… so have this monstrous 7.1k word oneshot 🥹

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!! fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!), use of the word daddy, implied age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age!), probs more I’ve missed. It’s just porn tbh people!

Word Count: 7.1k

Characters: Joel Miller x Cam Girl!Reader (f)

You waved sweetly, blew a kiss to your laptop screen and ended the stream after saying a final goodbye to your viewers. You closed down your laptop and reached behind you, on your bed to grab your T-shirt and shorts. You stood up from your spot on your bed, stretched your back with a groan and threw your baggy T-shirt on over your naked torso and shimmied your tight gym shorts over your bare legs.

You had moved back to Austin a few months ago with your parents, things had ended badly with a previous partner and it meant moving back to the city to be closer to them. Your parents majorly helped you out, hence why you were able to afford the comfy house you lived in, deep in the suburbs.

Your house was next to Joel Miller’s, he was a devoted single father to his daughter, Sarah, who was in her mid-teens. You would sometimes look after Sarah if her sitter ever cancelled last minute and you loved it, it was like having a little sister, she would often come round and ask for advice on clothes, boys and sometimes, homework, when she trusted you enough to know the subject.

You kept a fair distance from her dad, he was a handsome male in his late forties, potentially pushing older and sure, you thought he was super handsome but it wasn’t a line you particularly wanted to cross due to the implications and mess if you did, so you stuck to yourself besides your interactions with Sarah.

To help pay your rent and keep food on your table, you had a part-time job at a local store but the main source of your income came from your online presence. You performed on an adult-only cam site and offered subscriptions for your content. You had somewhat gained traction on the site and it left you living fairly comfortably, especially with your parents help. No one around you in your day-to-day life knew about your online presence and you preferred to keep it that way, it was the twenty-first century and sure your parents may have understood, you just preferred to not talk about it with them.

You walked downstairs, your makeup was still on but you had pulled your hair up away from your face. You had gone to get a snack after a two-hour long show, you had given your midday viewers a special treat as you normally only performed in the evenings / later at night as that’s when the money seemed to roll in easier. You ate a bagel with cream cheese and sighed to yourself as you scrolled through your phone, you clocked the time and noticed you had four hours or so until you had an evening stream booked. You needed a hot bath to clean yourself up after this afternoon’s one and a nap also sounded amazing.

With that in mind, you wandered back upstairs and switched your taps on in your en-suite and awaited the water to warm up. You waited five minutes and the water was still icy cold, you rolled your eyes and pulled your clothes back on.

“Fucks sake.” You huffed angrily and stomped downstairs to pop next door.

Joel was a contractor and all-round handyman, sure he wasn’t a plumber but he would most definitely have a better idea of what was going on and he would most likely be able to fix it. You walked down the driveway of your house to head to Joel’s; the cool summer breeze pricked your skin, goosebumps rose on your arms and legs and your nipples hardened under the white fabric of your T-shirt.

You brought your hand up and knocked on the door once, you looked down at your appearance and suddenly felt self-conscious, you pulled your arms across your chest to cover your nipples and shifted on the spot as you awaited someone to answer the door.

“Oh, hi darlin’.” Joel said, smiling through his confusion as to why you were here and knocking on his door. “Sarah is at a friend’s for the night, she’s been beggin’ me to let her have a sleepover so I gave in. Were you looking for her?” He asked softly.

You tracked his eyes, they started from your flip-flop clad feet and followed the shapely lines of your bare legs before they hungrily raked over your torso and found their way back to your own eyes. You swallowed roughly and pulled your arms tighter around yourself.

“Uh, I was actually looking for you…” you started. “I’ve got somewhere to be in a few hours and I need a bath, my taps aren’t running hot. I was wonderin’ whether you could come over and take a look?” You asked nervously.

“Oh sure! It’ll probably be a simple fix, let me grab my tools from the truck and I’ll be right over.” He smiled and closed his door behind him.

He grabbed his toolkit from the back of the truck and ushered for you to lead the way back to your house. Joel watched as your hips swayed as you walked, the stretchy fabric of your gym shorts clung to your hips, ass and thighs perfectly. They rode up your behind in the most teasing way and Joel mentally cursed himself for imagining what laid underneath the material.

“Hot date tonight then?” Joel asked innocently as you walked him up your stairs.

“Ha. Yeah. Something like that.” You laughed awkwardly, god if only he knew.

You opened your bedroom door to Joel and let him walk into your room. “Yeah, just through that door. I’m useless with this sorta stuff and normally I would call my dad but he’s at work and I noticed your truck in the driveway…” you mumbled and stood in your bedroom awkwardly.

You looked around your room, just scanning the area to ensure you hadn’t left any of your toys out from your stream and you felt your cheeks immediately glow when you noticed your vibrator sitting by your pillow.

Joel was humming as he took your bath panel off to inspect the plumbing work under the ceramic and you took the opportunity to push the vibe just under your pillow. You went over to the bathroom and leant on the door frame; you couldn’t help but admire the older male’s biceps as they flexed as he toyed with the temperature valve under the bath. He fiddled around for fifteen minutes or so until the water ran hot, the water immediately steaming in the air.

You grinned at him as he called out ‘gotcha’. “Joel! You’re a hero, thank you! I owe you a pack of beers, I’ll get them over to you at some point this week, I promise.” You enthused and clapped your hands.

Joel sat up from his position, clicked your bath panel back in place and switched the taps off. He looked at you and dusted his hands off on his jeans, as you clapped he couldn’t help but notice the way your breasts squeezed together under your shirt. He could clearly see that you weren’t wearing any underwear, your nipple’s colour showed through your white T-shirt and he felt his cock twitch in his boxers at the sight.

“Don’t be silly, darlin’. I’m just happy to help out a neighbour in need. Plus you look out for Sarah, I owe you a lot more than sorting out a couple valves under your tub.” He laughed and threw his spanner back into his tool bag.

“I love Sarah! She’s like a little sister to me, I just hope I’m not a bad influence on her!” You giggled and watched as Joel packed up his tools.

“You a bad influence? I doubt that very much, sweetheart.” He smiled softly and you let him pass you back into your room. He looked around your room and admired your decorations. “I like what you’ve done in here, looks real nice. You do this yourself?” He asked and toyed with the material of the canopy that hung above your double bed.

You nodded proudly. “Yeah, well, my dad helped me a little but I always get impatient and end up doing it myself just so it’s done.” You chuckled and he looked around before clapping his hands awkwardly once.

“I should uh, let you have your bath in peace. Unless you need anything else from me?” Joel asked causing your eyebrows to rise in shock. “No! I meant um, sorry darlin’! Didn’t mean to sound so dirty with that suggestion, I mean do you have anything else that needs to looking at around your house?” He corrected himself and you laughed softly at him.

“Oh, of course you didn’t.” You mumbled, an edge of disappointment lacing your voice. “Well, my facets and pipes under the sink, downstairs are a little loose and leaky. If you wouldn’t mind tightening them, I would be really grateful.” You smiled softly and after Joel gave you a nod, you lead him downstairs into your kitchen.

You bent down to move your cleaning supplies out of the way and Joel swore his heart almost stopped, he could clearly see the outline of your ass and your privates as the lycra clung to every one of your curves. You stepped back and let Joel work again.

“Joel, can I please be really rude and excuse myself to go and take that bath? I need to clean up before I’m needed elsewhere. I really appreciate your help with this all and please feel free to let yourself out. I’ll pop by tomorrow with some beers!” You said sweetly.

“No worries at all, I won’t be long at all, sweetheart. Please don’t worry about the beers, it’s my pleasure. Honestly.” Joel spoke from under the sink as you left the kitchen to go back to your en suite.

Joel continued to work on your kitchen sink, it was a short job and he was soon finished. He heard the water stop running upstairs and once again, he scolded himself for letting his filthy thoughts run away from him. He imagined your body slipping into soapy water, the bubbles clinging to your breasts, your perky nipples inviting him to suck them into his mouth and your perfectly round ass glistening with the soapy water. He groaned to himself as he picked up his toolkit to leave, he briefly palmed his half-hard cock in his jeans and he was feeling so thankful that he had the house to himself that evening.

Whilst in the bath, you laid back into the enticing warm water and you let your thoughts run away from you. You imagined how Joel’s calloused fingers would feel buried deep in you, working your pussy closer to orgasming. You imagined how it would feel to be embraced by him before he pushed his dick deep into you until you were crying for him to stop. You physically shook your head and swallowed thickly, that right there, those thoughts, that’s exactly why you tried to keep your distance from the older male. He got under your skin and lit a fire deep in the pits of your belly. Silently, you were appreciative that you were so worked up because you knew it meant you would be giving your viewers a great show tonight.

The time soon came for you to start your live stream; you were wearing a lacy pink bra and matching panties; the bra had crisscross straps across your cleavage and your nipples showed through the sheer material.

“Evening guys,” you purred and gave a wave to your viewers. Whenever you streamed you work a masquerade mask to hide your identity and you always put a voice on; it was similar to your own but a little bit lower and more sultry. “How’s everyone’s day going today? I know I’m super excited to be here tonight.” You whined as your fingers toyed with your hardening nipples.

Your set up was simple, you usually sat on your bed at the beginning of streams before moving into all crude positions for your viewers; their comments and tips egging you to go further.

Comments started to flood in and it didn’t take long for you to lose your bra; you kept your panties and stockings on as the garment you chose for tonight was crotchless which mean you could toy with yourself without losing the sexy underwear.

You were laid back, your back was arched off the bed as you plunged your rabbit vibrator in and out, your thoughts swam with Joel and imagining it was him pleasuring you. Small moans tumbled from your lips as the noise of comments and monetary tips filled the room.

You were getting closer to having an orgasm and you didn’t know how long you could hold off for. Normally, when streaming, you would fake it a lot since it was a lot of effort to have orgasm after orgasm, especially for hours at a time; by now you had perfected the faking of one but not tonight. Your fingers pinched at your nipples and you shuddered on your toy as you worked yourself through it. You removed the toy and brought it up to your bare lips, you sucked it into your mouth and moaned.

“Wow, thank you Sunset331 for the $100 tip. I’ll be sure to send a picture your way after the stream.” You purred.

*Handyman47 Entered the Chat*

“Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” You called out and turned so the camera had a perfect view of your exposed ass and vagina. You pushed the toy back into yourself and whimpered at your overstimulation as you got right back into the quick rhythm.

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Joel was frustrated, sexually and emotionally. He needed to relieve some of the stress that had built up this afternoon. He had always found you tempting and attractive but tried his hardest to ignore you whenever you came round. But there you were today, all perfect and tight, he was blinded by his arousal.

He laid back on his bed, his back pushed up against his pillows as he got his laptop out and started Googling adult-only sites that could help him along the way. He stumbled across a streaming site he hadn’t seen before, it looked decent enough so he quickly made an account and clicked onto one of the first streams he saw the thumbnail for.

The actress looked attractive enough for him to take the edge off and he thought somewhere in the back of his mind, that the body on his screen looked similar to yours but he pushed that sinister thought away and assumed it was because you had frustrated him so much earlier that day.

Then he heard the voice from his laptop, “Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” It clicked instantly in his brain, his eyes scanned the background of the room and he swallowed thickly.

Joel couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his hand, he was already stroking himself and then he happened to stumble across you. He watched on as the toy disappeared into your hungry heat and would come out covered in your arousal, he groaned loudly from the back of his throat as his thumb swiped over his cock head and lubricated his length with his own pre-cum.

He knew he should close his laptop down and go and take a cool shower but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of his laptop screen, he looked out his window and could see yours; your curtains were drawn and there was a charming pink glow coming from behind them. Just like in your stream. He was so close to you, yet you had no idea just what he was doing a mere distance away from you or how crazy you drove him.

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“Oh yeah, just like that daddy. Please don’t stop. Yeah.” You moaned, you had switched positions again. You were on your back and your sticky privates showed directly to the camera. Your juices were creamy and thick as you continued to push your toy into your hole. “Hmm, I think I should change to something bigger. I need a real man to come here and fill me up.” You purred and sat up to read the comments.

Handyman47: I volunteer, darlin’.

Sunset331: on my way, need u so bad

Jungleboy87: show us that needy pussy again. pls

You giggled as you read the comments, your tits hung in front of the camera as you did so but one caught your eye. Handyman47, surely it was a coincidence, no? Joel was around that age, that was his job and the fact he called you darling. Your throat went dry as you pondered the possibility of it being the older man from across the road.

You pushed that thought aside and grabbed your dildo off your bedside table; it was hot pink and a thick 10” in length, your biggest one to date.

“What do you think, guys? Do you reckon I can make it fit in my little hole?” You purred and ran it through your wet folds.

You pressed the tip of the toy into your hole and whimpered at the immediate stretch, slowly, you plunged it into yourself. The stretch of the toy stung and you closed yours eyes, imagining it was Joel filling you out like that.

Comments of encouragement flooded the chat once again and you smiled devilishly as you pulled the toy out to switch your position. You lifted the prop from the floor, it was a large piece of plastic that you used specifically for streaming, it allowed you to suction your toy to it and it meant you could ride it with ease.

“Oh fuck, daddy. You’re so big. Dunno if I can take it all like this.” You whimpered, straddling the toy and slowly pushing yourself down onto it.

You rode your toy, the pleasure already building up in your body and you clenched around it weakly as your thighs burned with the effort.

Joel watched on, his eyes fixated on his screen; he saw the way your tight pussy stretched around the toy and he pumped his cock enthusiastically with each rise and fall of your body. His tip was leaking pre-cum and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was cumming into his palm over the sight of you fucking yourself.

“Gonna squirt all over your cock.” You shuddered and you meant it, it was how you ended your shows normally; one final blow out for the fans.

Your hand fumbled beside you as it reached for your bullet vibrator. You brought it to your clit and almost immediately you felt your orgasm come crashing through you, your hips faltered as your ground down onto the toy below you. You rose as your felt yourself gush around it, your juices splashed onto the toy and you couldn’t help the way your eyes screwed shut and a loud, shaky moan fell from your lips.

“Fuck, Joel.” You whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He heard it. That was his name. Surely not. Joel watched as you continued to squirt, his cock throbbed and with one final pass of his hand, he came hard. Your name fell from his lips with a groan, he kept hearing the way you whimpered his name as you came on your toy over and over in his head and it made his spent dick jump as he milked himself of every last drop.

You shuddered as you removed the toy fully from yourself and discarded your bullet to the side of you after turning it off.

“Wow guys, I’ve made a massive mess here.” You giggled and slapped your sopping wet core once, the wetness apparent as your fingers tapped lightly.

Comments of appreciation were flooding through your chat and you grinned as you read each one.

“Thank you sooo much for tuning in guys, I won’t be streaming tomorrow but I’ll be back the day after. Thank you all so much for the support. I love you.” You cooed sweetly and blew a kiss to the camera before shutting the stream down to clean up after yourself.

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You had slept soundly after last night’s stream; it was a busy one. All morning, whilst trying to do some admin work, all you could think of was that one username that stuck out to you… Handyman47. You were sure it just had to be a sick coincidence, your thoughts were clouded by lust in the moment and of course it wasn’t Joel. Why would he watch your stream? He didn’t find you attractive, that would just be ridiculous. That’s what you told yourself, anyway.

You finished up your work for the morning and decided to pop out to the store, to buy the beer you had promised Joel. It was a warm day so you dressed yourself in a sunflower-yellow sundress and flip flops, your hair was tied up messily.

Once you arrived home from the store, you parked your car up and made your way over to Joel’s house to give him the cool beers. It was a small gesture to say thank-you for the help, even if he insisted that he didn’t want them, it was the polite thing to do and you were raised with manners.

You raised your arm and placed a quick knock to the door, you were half-expecting to see Sarah’s gorgeous locks but instead you were met with Joel.

“No Sarah again?” You asked.

“She uh, she wanted to stay another night at her friend’s and well, you know how the kid is, how could I say no?! You disappointed to see me again, darlin’?” Joel joked with a smirk, although, oddly, he barely made eye contact with you.

You shrugged. “Eh, not quite my girl but you’ll do.” You joked and held the beers out for Joel. “Plus, she can’t exactly drink these. Not for a couple years anyway.” You winked.

“Or ever.” Joel replied dryly, catching your eyes this time. He took the pack of beers from you with a smile. “I’m tellin’ ya, you didn’t need to do this for me! It was a small favour. How ‘bout you come on in, we can crack open a beer together?” Joel asked, opening his door wider for you to step in.

“Oh I wouldn’t wanna impose, I bought them for you to enjoy. Don’t feel like you have to share!” You smiled.

Joel shook his head and gently took your wrist, to pull you inside. “Nonsense. You look like you’ve had a busy mornin’ and could do with a beer. Go ahead and make yourself comfy in the lounge, I’ll put these in the fridge and grab a couple.”

You obliged albeit reluctantly, you didn’t mind spending time with Joel but he drove you mad; just being in a close proximity to him like this drove you insane, you couldn’t act on what you wanted and it was torture. You sat down on the couch, crossed your legs and smoothed your dress down, the hem rested comfortably on your upper thigh, just teasing with a glimpse of your forbidden skin.

Joel entered the room and gave you a bottle of beer, you shot him a small thank you before taking a sip. He sat opposite you in his arm chair and let his legs sprawl out widely; he was wearing shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt, the material hugging his biceps deliciously.

“How was your hot date last night?” Joel enquired innocently, pretending he didn’t know what you had been up to. “I’m sure I could hear you screamin’ from here.” He teased.

You laughed dryly and shot him a deathly glare which only made him chuckle. “Wasn’t a hot date, I was actually um, I was working.” You mumbled and stared into the neck of your bottle before drinking some more.

“That time of night? I thought you worked at that fancy little store in the city?” Joel asked, probing you further. He was treading on thin ice, either you were going to open up about what you were doing or you were going to lie through your teeth. He noticed the way you switched your legs over and shifted awkwardly in your seat.

“I uh — I have an extra job.” You shrugged, keeping your cards close to your chest. Joel had never really spent this much alone time with you, especially not to ask you this many questions. “How’s work going for you, a lot of jobs on at the moment?” You asked just trying to deflect the attention away from your work.

“Nope, you’ve got me intrigued, darlin’. What were you doing? What’s this extra job?”

You cringed, you placed your bottle on the table and hid your face behind your palms. “I — I model and perform on an adult-only site; I do live shows of porn, basically.” You admitted, your cheeks were glowing under your hands.

Joel watched as you hid your face, he bit back a smirk and watched as your embarrassment poured from you; it was wrong to admit, but it turned him on, to see you all embarrassed and flustered.

“Oh yeah, I know the ones.” Joel said casually, taking another drink with a shrug.

You peered through your fingers and your mind shot back to the username. Surely it wasn’t him. No.

“You, Joel Miller, are telling me you’re one of those creeps on the site?” You asked, raising an eyebrow up at him.

“Wouldn’t say I was a creep.” He stated bluntly. “I have needs darlin’, especially when my neighbour drives me mad all afternoon dressed in tight shorts or a sexy little dress.” His eyebrow was cocked upwards, testing the water to see exactly how you would react.

You put your hands on your lap, your mouth fell agape and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat again.

“Oh. I. Um. You?” You mumbled incoherently, your brain not working quickly enough to form an intelligible sentence which caused Joel to laugh. “You — you see anything on those sites of interest?” You asked quietly, your hands smoothing the fabric of your dress more out of nerves than to adjust the garment.

“Saw a nice little show last night…” Joel said quietly, he stood from his seat; you could see the vague outline of his thickening cock in his shorts and your privates throbbed. “Thought I recognised the room…” he said, sitting down next to you. “But then I thought, no, it couldn’t be that good little girl that lives next to me. Not with the way she was performing, doing such a good job at taking in her toys.”

Joel was closing the space next to you, you could feel the weight of his body next to you and his fingers tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. It was a tender movement and it made you shiver physically under his touch. You avoided making eye contact with him, you were sure this was just a joke and he was teasing you for your extracurricular job.

“Look at me.” Joel demanded, his lips were by your ear now, they just ghosted over the area and you shook your head. “Look. At. Me.” Joel said more sternly and his voice was dropped impossibly low.

His hand held your bare knee, his fingers teasing to travel just under your dress and you finally bared to look at him. Your eyes were wide in shock, your chest heaved slightly with your more laboured breaths and small beads of sweat collected on your neck.

“It was you…” you whispered to which Joel just smirked. “Son of a bitch. You’re a dirty old man, Mr Miller.” You teased, still feeling nervous under his watchful gaze and touch.

“Is that why you whimpered out my name as you squirted on your toy? Cause I’m a dirty old man?” Joel asked, his voice dripping with sheer confidence.

“I — no I didn’t.” You huffed.

Joel squeezed the delicate skin of your thigh and you made a pathetic noise from the back of your throat before you tried to swallow it back.

“I heard it.” Joel said smugly. “God, made me cum so hard on myself to hear you calling out my name.” He groaned, thinking back to his activities from last night.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call out your name, I didn’t think anyone heard me. Please don’t tell anyone about my extra job.” You whined as Joel’s hand slid up under your dress slightly, his fingers brushed past your clothed heat and your eyes dipped shut for a second.

“How about I show you how good I feel compared to those pieces of plastic.” Joel whispered.

“Please.” You breathed and bucked your hips upwards, searching for the feel of Joel’s fingers.

Joel silently got off the sofa, you wanted to whine and bring him back so you could feel his large frame next to you again. Before you could react, the older male was sinking to his knees in front of you and was holding your thighs firmly.

“Wanted to taste you from the day you moved in next door.” Joel stated and your cheeks flushed at his admission.

He pushed the fabric of your dress up, you took the hint and was quick to discard it to the side of you. Your breasts were freed from the fabric and Joel groaned deeply as he drank in your naked form. He held your thighs again and he pulled you forward so your panties were closer to his face which caused you to yelp.

“Look at you. Fuck.” Joel cursed as he let one of his fingers trail across the wet fabric of your panties. “You wet already for me? Thought you woulda got it outta your system last night.” Joel teased with a knowing smirk as your shuddered against his gentle touch.

“Are you gonna chat up my vagina all afternoon or are you gonna show me how much better you are than my toys?” You snapped with a bratty smile.

“I won’t give you anything if you talk to me like that. Now be a good girl and shut up for me, yeah?” Joel bit back, his voice full of condescension which admittedly, only fuelled your arousal further.

You rolled your eyes and just as you opened your mouth to argue back with the man, he pulled your panties to the side and let one of his fingers sink into your heat roughly. You threw your head back and your fingers gripped at the fabric of Joel’s t-shirt, the sudden action throwing you off.

Joel twisted his digit to curl it inside of you before he removed it again, causing you to whine angrily at him. You lifted your head to grumble but instead you were silenced as you locked eyes with him; he brought his wet finger to his lips and sucked it in with a soft moan. Your lips parted in silent shock as Joel sucked your arousal into his mouth, moaning like it was the finest food he had ever eaten.

“Taste so sweet, princess. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He groaned, finally removing your panties from your privates. As you lifted your hips to allow the man more access, he noticed how evident your arousal was, you were near dripping onto his sofa and his mouth watered. “I’m going to eat you out now and I won’t stop until you squirt right into my mouth, so how about you be a good girl and do that for me.” Joel said sternly.

You nodded dumbly; no man had ever spoken to you this way before, at least, no man you truly wanted. Without another word, Joel dipped his head down and licked a fat stripe up through your folds. You moaned softly, the noise was delicate and sincere, a complete contrast to how you sounded coming from his laptop screen last night. Your body shuddered against the sofa and your fingers had weaved their way into Joel’s salt and pepper hair; his soft locks entangled with your digits. You gently tugged at his hair causing the male to make a gruff noise into your folds, the vibrations rippled through you and you moaned again.

Joel sucked your clit into his mouth, the sensitive bud was already throbbing with the male’s previous efforts and as soon as his lips suctioned around it your back was arching off his sofa. The old couch creaked under your body as your contorted your back when Joel’s tongue flicked over your clit.

“Fuck me!” You cursed, one of your hands leaving Joel’s head to pathetically grip at the edge of the sofa for further stability.

“Later,” Joel mumbled into your wet pussy.

You let out a breathy chuckle; your head was swimming, your thighs were shaking with the pleasure as Joel continued to work his tongue expertly over your clit and occasionally to dip down into your hole. You felt your orgasm start to bubble lowly in the depths of your belly, just a gentle simmer as Joel licked at you like a man who had been starved.

As if he read your mind of wanting more, Joel brought two fingers up to your hole; he barely dipped them into you and you whimpered weakly. He pushed one finger in, just barely up to his knuckle before he withdrew it and licked over your clit again, the tip of his tongue flicking at it gently.

“Please.” You pleaded with a weak and shaking voice.

Joel looked up at you; his dark pupils were blown with lust and he smirked as he let both fingers push into you, again, barely going past his first knuckles. He twisted his fingers in you and pushed them in fully until the palm of his hand met your body. You let out a loud gasp as your eyes fluttered shut and like a perfectly-timed dance, Joel flicked his tongue across your clit once again.

“Fucking Christ, shit.” You cursed, your voice loud and sharp as Joel worked his fingers rhythmically into you.

Joel laughed softly against you as he plunged his fingers into you again and again. He wrapped his lips around your clit again and suckled at the bud softly as his fingers worked into you quickly. Your orgasm came crashing down, you barely had time to register it as Joel worked his fingers quicker, he curled them upwards and they bumped the spongy spot inside of you that had screams tumbling from your lips.

“G-gonna,” is all you managed to get out, the room was filled with your moans and the obscene wet noise of your arousal as Joel fingered you with fervour.

“That’s it,” Joel cooed. “Good girl, cum for me. Soak me, need it.” He moaned as he pulled his mouth off of your clit but kept his face near and he replaced it with his thumb.

The different sensation threw you off momentarily but it was too late and your orgasm ripped through your body, it drew a long moan from your throat; the noise was animalistic and raw and it echoed through the room. Joel removed his fingers and with that, you let go and whimpered as you gushed onto Joel’s face, he lapped up your juices and you shuddered through your orgasm. Joel watched as your pussy clenched and fluttered around air, the aftershocks of your orgasm evident as you writhed in your spot.

“Look at you.” He sighed happily, watching you still. “Even better than on the screen, so perfect, so beautiful.”

You blushed as his words and you weakly let go of his hair your legs were still quaking as he let go of them, you slumped against his sofa; completely unashamed of your naked state compared to Joel’s fully dressed one. He stood and the outline of his hard cock was evident in his light shorts, there was a darkened wet patch and your mouth watered at the thought he got that turned on by pleasuring you.

“Come here and taste yourself on me.” Joel breathed, taking your cheek to pull you in for a bruising kiss.

You held onto Joel’s arms as he kissed you, his tongue trailed over your bottom lip and greedily you sucked it into your mouth, urging him to explore every crevice of your mouth. You made a small noise of appreciation as your mouth was flooded with the taste of Joel mixed with the tang of your own arousal.

“Fuck me already. Please.” You breathed against Joel’s face, momentarily breaking the kiss.

“How do you wanna take me, darlin’?” He asked.

“However you wanna give it to me.” You retorted with a smirk.

“Get on your knees on the couch, stick your ass up for me and show me that pretty little cunt.” He growled lowly and you obliged happily, doing as he said.

You positioned yourself so your chest was pressed to the back of the sofa and you allowed Joel full access to yourself. You wiggled your ass as you heard Joel toss his shorts to the side haphazardly.

“All for me now, huh?” Joel asked, his hands mauled at the skin of your ass and spread your cheeks, he took his length and pressed the tip into your hole, before you knew it, it was gone again and he slapped it gently at your oversensitive clit. “Tell me how bad you want it.” He hissed, running his cock through your wet folds, nudging your clit with each pass.

“Please, Joel. I want it so bad, never needed a cock so bad in my life, you already made me feel better than any of my toys or the boys I’ve fucked before put together. Please give me your cock, wanna feel your cum fill me up so bad. P-please.” You whined, your voice coming out as small, wrecked sobs as Joel continued to rub his cock over you.

“Good girl.” He praised and without warning be bottomed out inside of you, you moaned loudly; a perfect blend of pleasure and pain rippled through your veins as Joel brushed some hair from your face so he could evaluate your emotions.

He rubbed your ass with his palm and landed a bruising slap to it, you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. Joel took that opportunity to pull his hips back, to pull out of you fully; he passed his cock through your soaked pussy lips once again. Your mouth opened to complain but before a single noise could leave your mouth, he was pushing back into your greedy heat without warning.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Joel groaned, accentuating each of his words with a hard thrust of his cock.

He built up a harsh pace, your fingers turned white as they gripped at the fabric of the sofa below you. You were sure if you held on any tighter then the fabric would surely rip under you. Your body prickled as if a hundred needles were touching your skin, your stomach knotted as you felt another orgasm working it’s way through you. Your walls fluttered around Joel and your legs wobbled as you tried to stay grounded as his thick cock nudged that sweet spot inside of you.

“G-gonna, gonna…” You whimpered, your eyes screwing shut.

“Mmhm, that’s it. Atta girl, cum on my cock. Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Joel whispered, leaning forward so his body was pressed to yours.

“Fuck!” You cursed, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Feels so good, n-never felt this good before. Making me feel drunk on your cock, gonna need it again and again and again. Please give it to me. Please. So good.” You rambled, words falling from your lips carelessly as Joel fucked you into your orgasm.

His thick but nimble digits wound their way around you to fall to your clit, he circled the bud perfectly and it had your head swimming. It was the thing you needed to push you over the edge; you felt as if you had fallen from a cliff, just floating in midair as Joel worked you through it. Moans of profanity and his name fell from your parted lips as you came around the man’s cock, your walls clenched him and held him tightly.

Seemingly, that was what sent Joel over the edge, his hips faltered and he thrust into you once more, much weaker this time. His cock twitched in your walls and with a groan, and his hands squeezing your hips roughly, he came deep inside of you. You whimpered as your body went limp; Joel’s hot cum filled you and it made you clench weakly around him, your greedy hole trying to suck him in deeper still.

“Fuck me.” You whispered, your ass still on display for the older man as he pulled out of you with a wince.

“Just did that, darlin’.” He laughed breathlessly, trying to gain composure once again.

You rolled your eyes, was typical Joel to state that when clearly it was a rhetorical state meant as a throwaway.

“I should um, well I should pop to the bathroom to quickly clean up and then get out of your hair.” You said, somewhat awkwardly as you stood shakily from the sofa and held your thighs together tightly.

Less than a minute ago, the man’s cock had been inside of you and now that the thick tension and lust had cleared the air you couldn’t help but feel a little bit awkward about it.

“Stay?” Joel asked. “I mean, I wasn’t really done with you yet.” He grinned boyishly and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Just an idea, darlin’ but how about we go shower and clean up and order some food. We still got more beers to get through. Then, I’m sure if you’re a really good girl, I could give you my cock again.” His hand was stroking up and down your arm, his fingers tickled your skin and in their wake they left goosebumps.

You looked up at Joel, into his deep brown eyes and you nodded with a grin.

“Deal. But you’re paying for the food, you ol’ perv.” You teased with a giggle.

“Get upstairs.” Joel said with a roll of his eyes.

You laughed to yourself again as you walked away, to go upstairs only to yelp loudly when Joel came up behind you and placed a light tap to your ass and rushed in front of you.

“You’re dead, Miller.” You called and chased up behind him to return the favour.

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chapter summary: megs is caught with his hands full

chapter warnings: nsfw, 18+ content, aged up characters, utter filth don't look @ me, masturbation, oral, facials, reader is more dominant

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This was the mother of all bad ideas.

But as Megumi crept his hand down his abdomen toward his excited cock, he couldn’t imagine it being anything but a good one.

The hotel room was quiet save for the clock tick, tick, ticking at the wall; Megumi groped his crotch and felt his hardened cock twitch in his palm —

Megumi stifled a groan, quick to undo his fly.

He was a fucking animal, but he couldn’t help it; he had mistaken his drawer for yours and had found an entire collection of your lacy panties, one after the other, and what was worse: his sinful mind’s eye had imagined you in them, your sweet cunt hugged into the underwear, squeezing your plush thighs together —

“Ah, fuck,” he couldn’t remember if he had locked the door or only closed it; the idea of you or Yuji walking in at any moment and seeing him jerking off when they should all be searching for curses was horrifying, but the fabric of those panties and the stroke of his cock were all that could occupy his brain.

Megumi stroked himself, one eye cracked open to survey the door. He felt his cheeks grow hot, breath shallow — and then hitched as he thought of your hand coming over his cock, literally in the palm of your hand.

She can come in if she wants, Megumi’s mind cottoned with desire. I don’t care.

He did care, but the feel of his hand palming his cock evaporated his shame. A part of him ached for you to creak the door open and see what you did to him. He thought of your drawer and cursed himself for not having stolen a pair just for this occasion.

Megumi felt sweat on his neck as he tightened his grip, quickened the pace. He thought of you hooking your fingers under the band of your panties, sliding them down slowly past your thighs, for him.

“A—ahh …”

If he had any pride at all, he’d stuff himself back in his trousers and help himself to a cold shower, but the thoughts of you propelled his hand. Megumi bit his lip, felt the raise of climax begin to tighten his stomach. So close …

He thought of the slick from your cunt as you removed your panties, his fingers deep in your cunt, taking them out only to taste you. Tasting you himself, licking a mixture of your cum and his off your labia —

Megumi felt his hand frantic now. He raised off the bed, curling toward his climax. His other hand gripped so tight in the sheets he was sure to tear them.

“Ah,” curse after curse spilled from his lips, climax precipicing, “ah, f — ah, shit —“

“Megumi …?”

His eyes popped open. In a flash, he retreated into the bed, covers over him.

So. He hadn’t locked the door.

Secure under the sheets, he angled his head toward the door, dread creeping over him.

You were there, hand on the door frame, looking over him with concern.

“Y — (Y/n) …”

“Are you okay?”

Actual total opposite of fine.

“I heard you it — it sounded like you might be hurt so I came to check on —“

“Fine,” he lied, turning away from you, desperate to ignore the painfully hard throbbing cock between his legs. “Just … a headache is all.”

“Hm …” he envisioned the cute head cock you must be doing right about now. “You don’t seem fine. Let me just —“

“I said I’m fine,” he pressed, tone firm, but it did nothing to still the frantic beating of his heart.

Footsteps.

“Let me just see your head, Megs.”

His crazed heartbeat was in his ears. “St — stop,” he ordered, but it was weak and knew it wouldn’t deter you.

He came to lean beside him opposite the bed and looked him over. He could imagine how he appeared; sweaty, face flushed and red, under different circumstances, sick, maybe with the flu?

It wasn’t the fucking flu.

You reached for him, pulling him backward. His hold on the sheets was awkward, and they slipped —

“Wait —!”

Too late; the sheets he had balled in his hand fell to the floor, his cock springing to life in your face.

You startled, eyes glued to his cock.

Megumi froze, save for the frantic twitching of his eye. Fuckfuckfuck —

Your expression softened, eyes never leaving his cock dangling dangerously close to your lips.

Finally, you looked up at him.

“You’re a lot bigger than I thought.”

….

What?

He couldn’t reply — was that a compliment or an insult? He didn’t know, couldn’t know; his head swam as reality turned to mush and you came forward.

“I —“

Megumi swallowed as you left a hand on his inner thigh, forcing him to spread the leg attached.

“Is this for me?” You asked innocuously. You were on your knees, literally, eyes glittering with the orange hotel lights and batting eyelashes at him.

Megumi couldn’t bring himself to speak as your breath ghosted over his cockhead.

This is a dream. No way is she going to —

Your hand fell over his cock, angled it forward. Your sweet lips began to part, your head bowing forward to take his cock into your mouth.

Oh.

You moaned, as though eating melting candy. Megumi felt the shiver of your hum tickle his spine. He opened his mouth to speak only for his voice to die at the feel of your hand coming to grasp the rest of his shaft.

You bobbed your head even farther, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck …” Megumi’s head fell back. “If Yuji walks in —“

You popped his cock from your mouth to answer. “He won’t; he found the curse.”

Megumi looked down. Oh. The reasonable part of him figured they should be out there, helping him —

Instead, you’re here getting your dick sucked.

Megumi’s hand tentatively grazed your forearm with his fingers as you took him in your mouth again.

“So you say …” he murmured, concern lingering.

Again, he left your mouth.

“If he walks in,” You began before flicking his tip, “he can watch.”

He clutched the sheets as you worked your mouth on him. He felt you hollow your cheeks and his legs weakened at the feel of your sweet, pillowy mouth around his cock. He felt the hotel sheets tear in his grip as the ghost of your teeth grazed against the skin of his shaft —

“(Y/n), fuck —“ he choked.

You popped him from your mouth. He eyed you, leaving his cockhead on the cushion of your lips.

“You taste a lot better, too,” You said.

You jerked him, opening your mouth, waiting for his cum to coat your pink tongue. Fuck. He shuddered at the sight, climax rising dangerously up his spine —

That was when he pulled himself away from you.

“Megs?” You said, surprised.

He gripped your arm and pulled you into bed, switching positions with you.

“No,” he murmured, feeling braver, hands lifting your skirt up your thighs, eyeing the hot pink of your panties. “Not yet …”

He didn’t know why he stopped you; maybe it was because he wanted your pussy in his mouth. Or maybe he was a sick fuck who liked to edge himself, whatever the case, his mouth ran dry at the sight of the slick wet spot blossomed at the cup of your panties.

“Megs …” You moaned.

He hooked his fingers and pulled them down. “I want to taste you first …”

He wrestled your panties from your legs, then wrestled with the idea of stuffing them in his pocket for later, before you parted your legs for him with a soft moan.

Megumi settled his hands where the fat came to rest at your hips, hooked his hands there and scooted you toward the edge of the bed, toward his mouth. His breath inches from your cunt sent you trembling in his grip before he gave an experimental lick at your folds.

You mewled, hands tangling in his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. He moaned in your cunt, your juices coating his tongue.

“Megumi …” You moaned, tugging his head closer.

He poked his tongue and felt the gush of juices hit his tongue. His hand reached up to thumb at your clit. Fuck, if you only knew how long he’d wanted to do this to you, how obsessed he was with the idea of your cunt, how thoughts of it had sent his hand clinging to his cock.

His nose brushed against your cunt as you brought him closer. He closed his eyes, focusing solely on how his tongue ventured into your folds. His cock stood painfully hard, a string of precum seeping onto the hotel carpet.

A low groan escaped Megumi’s throat as he substituted his thumb for two fingers flicking at your clit sideways —

He heard you gasp from above before you shoved his face into your cunt.

“Oh, Megumi, I — fuck, oh!”

Megumi held on tighter, eyes rolling back as you suffocated him with your twat. Too much … he reached for his cock, fisting it all while desperate to burn this moment into his memory.

Plunging his tongue into your depths he earned low purrs from you.

“I — I hear you, Megs,” You said between desperate breaths. “I hear you je — jerking off. Don’t you dare, I — want it in my mouth! — Megumi …!”

The way you said his name —

His groan sounded from deep within him as he used all his strength as a fucking sorcerer to tear his hand away and focus only on your drooling cunt. In a fit of thinly-veiled revenge, he pinched your clit between his fingers.

“Aa— aha!” You trapped his head between your thighs. “You like this? Like drowning in my cunt — aah!”

You have no fucking idea.

He wanted to stay like that forever, head buried in your pussy. Your legs began to tremble, your back cat-arching off the mattress, moans growing higher-pitched as he worked he trapped your clit between his fingers and left it victim to his tongue.

“Megumi!”

He felt your pussy clench and convulse against his mouth, delighted in the way your juices glazed his lips and tongue. He drank your orgasm, wished he could save your water and put it on his breakfast every morning.

Your hands lost themselves in the spike of his hair as you rocked against him. He was determined to let you ride your orgasm out on his face, convinced he had a face for just this purpose.

A few desperate, victimized “oh, oh, ohs” escaped your lips before you began to relax, convulsions coming less frequently. You looked up at him.

He licked his lips.

“Get up here,” You ordered. “S’ your turn.”

He abandoned your legs, more animal than man as he gripped his cock, and positioned it before your face. You opened your mouth for him, your tongue a canvas for his cum to paint —

“God, fuc — fuck …!” Megumi furrowed his brows, fought to keep eyes open — because no way would he miss this — as he spilled over your eager tongue.

Your eyes fluttered closed as his cum splattered into your mouth.

“Fuck — (Y/n), I —“ the climax killed his voice. Megumi couldn’t control his hand moving frantically over his cock, draining himself over your face.

Cum dripped from your lips as you looked up at him, a soft, cum-painted smirk coming over your face.

Megumi blushed. “I’m — I’m sorry —“

You tilted your head in disbelief, smiling up at him. “For what?” Fingers came to scoop up his seed from your lips and into your mouth. “S’ what I asked for, after all.”

He swallowed. “Mm …”

Your eyes trailed down to his cock. He followed you — and was almost embarrassed. Figures. His cock stood to attention; your very existence made him hard, but covered in his cum? It wouldn’t have been long before his cock had come back to life, ready again.

You had sparkles in your eyes. “C’mon, we probably don’t have much longer.”

You scooted toward the top of the bed, head on the pillows. He followed you, hands groping everywhere. The two of you were still mostly dressed, yet his cock twitched at the soft squeeze his palm gave to one of your tits.

“Mm …” You purred.

He bucked into you, causing you to gasp. His hand fell on the side of your head, and when you looked up at him he leaned forward, kissing you fervently.

“Mm …” Megumi breathed. “Can taste myself …”

And you on him and he on you. Fuuuck. You nibbled on him, your hands flat against his back as he ground into you.

He trailed to your jaw. He felt your nipple harden under his palm.

“Aah! Megs, stop —“

You rocked back into him —

“— teasing.”

He groaned, sitting up to grip his cock. He lifted the hem of your skirt, positioned against your entrance — a sigh of unison sounding between the two of you as he slid into you.

The grip of your cunt sent him reeling. He came back down on your lips. A part of him wanted you on top, to ride him as you drained his cock and any remaining dignity he had, but you felt too good for him to even consider doing anything but thrusting inside your hot welcoming pussy —

His hips slapped you into the mattress, his hand already going to that abused clit he loved so much. You turned your head, teeth biting into the pillow, nails biting into his shoulder blades as he fucked you how he always wanted, hard and fast and —

“C’mon, Megs,” You rasped out. “Fuck me, you can cum inside me, wherever you want — you already know that — oh!”

“Fuck …” he hissed. You were trying to drain the cum from his cock again already.

He tore your shirt, revealing the lace of your bra. He yanked it away and assaulted your nipple with his mouth, sucking intently.

“Mm — aah!” Your moans mingled with the slap of his hips against you.

He growled, feeling it again. Next time, you were definitely riding him, tits bouncing in his face, cunt slamming down on him. Even in the midst of fucking you he still dreamt of fucking you. Pathetic.

He slathered your nipple with his tongue, rolling your clit around in his fingers.

“Meg — oh — fuck —“ You gasped out as his pace turned wild.

He felt you clench around him and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. He bit into your neck hard. The swirl of your wet cunt surrounding his cock was like nothing else in the world —

“I’m —“ he choked.

“Please, Megumi,” your tongue swirled around his earlobe. “Please …”

That was it; a few more hard thrusts and he buried himself inside you, cum spilling into you. He buried himself in your neck as you pressed yourself into him, pussy milking him.

Megumi rose away from you. With great pains, he pulled his cock away, watching as his cum pooled from your cunt onto the sheets. He scooped it before shoving his release back in with his fingers.

“Oh …”

He sat on top of you, spent, the sweat of your bodies sticking the two of you together. You pulled him forward and he butterflied kisses over your neck and jaw, relishing in the soft bloom of hickeys beginning to be born on your skin.

“Mmm …” You purred at his attention.

He made it to the other side of your face before something caught his eye.

He reached forward, cock still sheathed in you. His cheeks reddened as your panties draped around his shoulders.

“Can I keep these?”

You snorted. “What?”

“Who knows when we’ll be able to do this again,” Megumi said, eyeing the undergarment shrouding his fingers like a museum piece. Then he witnessed the way you were staring at him and shrugged. “I’d like them for myself.”

You shook your head at him. “It’s always the quiet ones,” then waved him off. “Sure, whatever, do what you want.”

The two of you jerked at the sound of a faraway door closing.

“I’m back!” Yuji’s voice carried through the hotel room. “Didn’t miss anything interesting, did I?”

#megumi smut #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x you

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cannellee · 2 months

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hi cannellee!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ i have a cute mikey x reader request that you might like.

what if bff girlies emma, hina, and reader build a big nest to have a cute lil girls night together while mikey, draken, and takemichi are at a meeting. and while they’re having a sleepover, their alphas walk in to see their cute omegas all cuddled up next to eachother purring in matching jammies!

🍓anon

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey's reaction to finding his omega sleeping during a sleepover.

my masterlist : ☆

(the idea was soo cute!! though I'm not really proud of what I wrote😭... hope you'll still enjoy it 🍓anon!!)

you, emma and hinata met each other through your boyfriends. however, your friendship grew significantly the more time you spent together waiting for them during their meetings.

at first you would accompany them at night, draken instructing you to stay close to the other while they finished this off. the proximity they urged you to have with the girls, rapidly made you friendly.

to the point that you often hung out just the three of you. sleepovers were a novelty emma convinced you and hinata to try.

you were so excited for your first night with your friends! takemichi dropped hinata off, mikey and draken waving goodbye to their respective omegas.

the moment they left you played a good movie, eating the snacks you made mikey bought for you. you were all cuddled together in a blanket on the floor.

you've decided to build a nest just before ; some pieces of your own clothing were scattered on the soft mattress you found. hinata dropped the few pillows she came with and emma rearranged you guys' safe place before you could all join in.

a great team work you were so proud of. all of your scents were mingled with each other, sweetness everywhere. you felt great and relaxed with your night.

it didn't take long for the three of you to finally fall asleep. with you in the middle, you felt hinata's head on your shoulder and emma hugging your side.

it stayed like this for a while, soft snoring and quiet hums of content. you felt great in each other's company. you cut out any noises that could've possibly bothered you, and solely relied on your nose, inhaling the mix of your sugary scents.

the deep slumber you found yourself in prevented you from hearing the jingle of the keys to the house.

it was late in the night and draken and takemichi had come to collect their omegas, the meeting being over.

draken was the first one to enter the living room, stopping in his tracks before the cute sight. he hushed mikey, who was already chanting your name.

takemichi came in, followed by an equally intrigued mikey. both widened their eyes in surprise before the unexpected scene in front of them.

takemichi felt a rush of affection for the trio, finding amusement in the adorable way you were holding to the other.

mikey stood in the doorway, a gentle smile across his face. his gaze softened as he watched his omega sleeping peacefully amidst the chaos of the sleepover.

takemichi was moved, he didn't think his omega could get any cuter.

the whole room was filled to the brim with happy pheromones and relaxed scents, a few purring here and there from how content you felt.

draken noticed the matching pyjamas, and wonder when any of you put it on because he hadn't seen it the moment they left. it was adorable, he thought.

it was nice to see their girlfriends getting along, it meant a lot, especially for them who were often away at night. they didn't want them to feel like they were getting neglected. knowing you were there for each other reassured them in a way.

mikey took in the serene expression of your face. he stood there, admiring you, his heart swelling at the sight of your curled up form. your breathing was slow and steady, filling the room with a sense of tranquility.

mikey often noticed that, how your presence seemed to always calm others down. no wonder they were hugging you the same way mikey does every night. he feels incredibly at peace when you're there.

the three of you nestled together in a cozy pile of blankets, made your alphas hesitate as to what they should do. your forms, entwined in a heartwarming affection, cracked fond smiles into their faces. they exchanged a knowing glance, the three of them acknowledging how precious of a moment it was.

after a small while, draken lifted emma up, cradling her in his arm and to the cold outside. since they've moved out together, it's always just the two of you at mikey's place. chuckling softly, takemichi also wakes emma up, stealing her from the affection of her two friends. and just like that, they're gone.

you shudder at the loss of warmth and slowy wake up when you feel strong arms lifting you up. you open your eyes to see mikey. you look around you, lost and wonder where emma and hinata are.

"sorry for waking you up baby, go back to sleep"

"and the girls, they left already ?"

"draken and takemichi took them home"

at his words, you nod meekly and allow yourself to drift off a second time, mikey slowly laying you down on your bed.

he tucks you in, pulling you close to him, his scent invading your nose. he was particularly cuddly you thought, although mikey always was one for touchy displays of affection, you noticed he was being more desperate than usual.

he caressed your cheeks carefully, as if touching a porcelain doll. he let you fall asleep, too comfortable in his embrace for you to be able to do anything else. he chose to stay awake a little longer, marveling at how pretty your face looked bathed in the glow of the moon. you always had delicate features mikey couldn't stop looking at.

too lost in the moment, he soon fell asleep to the sound of your breathing, finding solace in you, just like he always did.

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lovers-rck · 3 months

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Can you do a fluff where like Ellie gets you flowers 😭 idk why I just think it’s so cute

it's so cute!!!!!!!!! i want ellie as my gf so bad it's embarrassing

☆

the idea had been lurking in the back of her mind for weeks.

ellie didn't consider herself the kind of person who gives her partner something new every week. she was, indeed, in love with you, but her love expressed itself through her touch and words more than through gifts. but whatever, she thought, once in a while doesn't hurt anyone.

so she went, and when the flower boy (is that how he is called?) asked ellie wich kind of flowers she was looking for, she felt like and idiot i don't know man she almost said the ones she likes?

ellie even considered calling you to ask you what kind of flowers you liked, but she realized it was a dumb idea that would ruin her whole surprise plan. so she spent about 15 minutes picking out a bouquet made up of different flowers, choosing and regretting every time she picked a flower of a color that didn't match the rest. she could feel the flower boy's (she decided to call it like that) hateful look on her, but she was going to pay him anyway so fuck it.

then she walked a few blocks back with the flowers in her hands. she cringed. she didn't know how to hold them without feeling embarrassed and like a total loser.

"i saw dina and jesse on my way here" you said, laying in ellie's bed a couple hours later "they looked suspiciously couple"

ellie nodded "right" ellie mumbled as she paced the room, playing with her fingers.

"do you think they're together?"

ellie cast furtive glances toward her closet from time to time, trying to keep the thread of conversation going but failing in the attempt "huh?" she replied.

"dina and jesse" you repeated, looking at her "do you think they're together?"

she pretended to think about it, imagining her best friends together. then shrugged "i don't know. maybe"

you leaned back on your stomach, your hands supporting the weight of your head thoughtfully "they look good together"

ellie nodded absently, her body so restless that she couldn't stay in the same place for more than three seconds. if you saw the situation from afar, you'd think ellie was performing some kind of strange dance.

"i bought you something" ellie said after a few seconds.

you furrowed your eyebrows and sat down on the bed. you noticed how ellie was restless since you arrived, quieter than usual, not commenting much on your stories like she used to do practically all the time.

"what's that?" you asked, watching as ellie turned away to look for something hidden in her closet "you didn't have to."

she shake her, opening the closet door "it's not much"

you waited silently, watching as the locks stealthily escaped from her half bun, adorning her face and matching her freckles.

"close your eyes" ellie said, more for her sake than for yours.

you obeyed and closed your eyes, trying not to laugh at the suspense ellie was creating.

ellie laughed uncomfortably. her footsteps echoed in the room, indicating that she was approaching you "don't peek"

"i'm not!"

"i know" Ellie murmured, standing in front of you with the bouquet in her hands "i just wanted to make sure".

you let out a giggle, the excitement pouring out of your pores.

"okay" ellie took a big inhale "open them up"

a feast of colors and scents rose in front of your face. yellows, oranges, reds and pinks danced in your eyes, showing their ephemeral beauty. ellie hid behind the bouquet, her gaze intent on you, trying to decipher what your expression meant.

"ellie..." you murmured, getting up from the bed and stroking a yellow petal.

"i don't know what flowers you like" ellie replied "in fact, i didn't even know there were that many flowers. there were a million there, i thought maybe you'd like these."

you were still admiring each of the flowers. their smells permeated your nostrils, making your nose itch but you wanted to smell them one more time.

"i put the bouquet together all by myself" ellie continued, a hint of pride in her voice "that guy at the flower shop didn't even help me. he didn't know shit about anything. i bet it was his first da..."

you gently took the flowers from ellie's hands and laid them on the bed, wrapping ellie's body in a hug.

"thank you" you murmured, your arms wrapping around her neck.

ellie took a few seconds to reciprocate your embrace, but when she did you could feel a weight lift off her shoulders. ever since you arrived she had a feeling that a wolf was inhabiting her stomach, ready to devour every organ in her body if her gift didn't go as she had planned.

now she was relaxed, her mind didn't feel the need to babble on about everything that was going through her head to avoid the nervousness. she was so awkward and you loved it.

she hid her face in the space between your shoulder and your neck, her arms around your waist in the softest way.

"did you like them?" she murmured against your skin.

you laughed lightly before nodding fiercely "they're beautiful"

ellie released you from her clutches after a few seconds, sitting on the bed and indicating you to do the same next to her, to babble randoms data she had taken care to learn about those flowers a few hours before your arrival.

the sun went down and gave way to a sunset of the same colors as those flowers, while you told ellie where the flowers would go, she listened to you attentively while she left delicate kisses on your skin, some more wet than others. the reality is that ellie couldn't care less about those flowers when she had you in front of her.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou

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lcvesjj · 9 months

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Hello sweet pie, I couldn't resist, after rereading your fics I now have to send you a request of mine. If you're not up for it just let me know, no harm done =) my obsession for Chicago MedFirePd is currently on we again awake and raging in my head, so I've got a Kelly Severide. As a freaking simp for protective Kelly it's an angsty fic with drama, hurt and hopefully a fluffy happy ending =)

Kelly has a new neighbor and is instantly taken aback when he sees her for the frist time. She's struggling with moving boxes in her new apartment and clearly is out of breath (she has a heart failure and usually isn't allowed to stress herself out too much, so moving in is taking a huge toll on her). As a charmer he is, hee helps her with moving all her belongings into her apartment, which happens to be exactly next to Kelly's. She's the total opposite of Kelly: shy, cute and graceful and gets easily flustered by Kelly's charming flirting. Over the time they very close friends. Often cook together or having movie nights at each other's apartments. She thinks he's out of her league so she never thought of making a move. He is hesitant to make a move, cause he thinks she's way too good for him. So both of them suppress their feelings for each other. Maybe she also knows his colleagues and he often brings her to Molly's when 51 is meeting. Imagine obe night out she overhears a conversation betwee Kelly and Matt. Matt asks him when he's going to make a move, but Kelly brushes him off, that she's only a friend or something like that.... Which hurts her deeply. When a guy at Molly's hits on her Kelly convinces her (out of his stupid brain) that she should date the stranger.... The date goes terribly wrong, not only Kelly regrets that he pushed you away, the stranger also seems to be a total idiot. Furthermore he drugged her drink and now she's struggling in the bathroom of the bar for consciousness, calling the only person she really trusts with her heart..... I need some serious protective Kelly who becomes a cute care taker and is deathly worried for his sweet neighbor girl.

Title : the cute next door neighbour - Kelly Severide x fem!reader

Warnings : reader gets drugged, angst, a little bit of heartbreak, throwing up, this one is a little dark.

A/n : Thank you for this request! I really love this idea!!! (I did switch it up a little but I hope you won’t mind) And I don’t really know how to write about heart failure, so I’m really sorry if I portrayed it wrong or if this has false or wrong information. Please correct me if I got something wrong. And if you have any more requests or ideas please send them in!!! Sorry if the format is a little weird 😭

After a really long shift all Kelly wanted was to take a warm shower and sleep. He was really surprised when he saw the moving truck driving off from his apartment complex, he had no idea someone was moving in.

Walking into the apartment complex, he quickly ran up the stairs to his apartment. Kelly was exhausted so it took him twice as long to run up the stairs.

Seeing a cute girl next to his door with a bunch of boxes surrounding her, Kelly stopped in his tracks out of surprise. You looked so nice and it made him stop to just admire you. You were trying to lift one of the heavy boxes but you weren’t able to pick them up. You also looked out of breath.

Quickly snapping out of his daydreams, he walked up and said “Do you need any help with that Ma’am?” “Oh yes please, that would be great. If it’s not a bother of course!” You replied, smiling at him softly. “It’s not a problem at all, my name's Kelly by the way. I think we are neighbours.” He smiled, easily lifting up one of the boxes that were lying in front of the door to your new apartment.

“I’m Y/n, usually I’m able to do this on my own but due to my heart failure, I can’t really stress myself or pick up heavy things according to my doctor. And this whole move thing has been a lot.” You laughed a bit awkwardly. “Well I’m glad I can help you out even a little Y/n. And I know moving can be a lot so don’t stress yourself too much.” Kelly flashed a charming smile at you.

After Kelly helped you carry in all of the boxes to your apartment, you thanked him and offered to make him something to drink, since it was really hot outside. Severide of course accepted your offer, even if he was exhausted after shift he still wanted to know more about you. The two of you had a lot in common, so you got along perfectly.

Before you knew it Kelly and you had exchanged numbers, just in case you ever needed help with something. Even though you were next door neighbours it still was a really sweet move. Which made you feel so appreciated and cared for, despite knowing him for such a short time it still made your day so much brighter. His flirting skills made you blush and all flustered. He was really charming and sweet.

After all the nerves and stress related to the move you finally felt like you could take a breath of fresh air.

And that is how it all started.

Soon you started cooking together or having movie marathons whenever you had the time.

Once you even brought chocolate chip cookies to the firehouse, after getting a text from Kelly that they were having an awful shift. That is when you met all of his coworkers who thanked you for the amazing cookies and a few even asked for the recipe.

That’s when Matt noticed the way you look at Kelly. You were definitely in love with him and Severide literally had hearts in his eyes whenever he looked at you. Matt had heard a lot about you from Kelly and he was so excited to finally meet you. Ever since the two of you met, Matt became even more amazed at how oblivious Kelly was.

A while later you got invited to Molly’s by Hermann, saying it would be amazing for you to get to know everyone better. You of course agreed since you heard a lot about Molly’s from Kelly and you finally wanted to see the bar and meet more of his coworkers and friends.

As soon as you entered Molly’s, you looked around in amazement. It looked even better than you had imagined.

Walking up to the bar you ordered a soda since you couldn’t drink alcohol due to your heart failure. Glancing around the bar you saw Matt and Kelly talking at a table and you slowly got up and walked over to say hi.

You overheard Matt say “I mean Kelly you have to ask her out, she’s amazing, sweet and kind and I just think you two would make a great couple. And besides if I were you I wouldn’t want to lose a girl like her. I’d ask her out before someone else does it for you.” And Kelly replied with “Y/n’s just a friend and I don’t see her as anything more.” Just as you approached their table, you tried to turn around and walk back to the bar, but Kelly’s hand wrapped around your wrist and softly pulled you back to him. “Oh hey Y/n, I was hoping you would come.” Severide smiled at you. “I just wanted to say hi, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” You laughed a bit awkwardly still thinking about what you had just overheard. “Of course not, c’mon take a seat and sit down.” Matt replied, pulling out the seat that was in between him and Kelly.

You just sat in between them playing with the soda can, not really saying much to them. Kelly’s words were still going through your head.

Did he really only view you as a friend after all of that flirting and stuff?

Was he just leading you on?

Was this whole thing just your imagination?

Gabby approached the three of you, putting another soda can in front of you. “But I didn’t order- Before you could finish she interrupted you saying “It’s from the gentleman at the bar, who said he wanted to order a drink for the beautiful girl sitting at the table.” She smiled at you. “Oh and he also asked me to give you this.” Gabby handed you a folded napkin with a phone number on it. You blushed and asked if she could say thank you to the guy.

Looking down at the napkin you pulled out your phone and typed in the number and sent a short message saying “thank you for the drink!” Putting your phone down, you smiled, since this was the first time you got a napkin with someone’s phone number and a free drink all in one.

After sitting with Matt and Kelly for a bit you decided to go up to the stranger and thank him for the drink once again. You felt a little guilty for ignoring how Kelly looked sad seeing you walk away. But just like he said, the two of you were just friends. Nothing more.

Talking to the stranger who ordered you a drink you found out that his name was Tom. Soon the two of you were laughing and talking like you had known each other for years. You were laughing so hard you had tears running down your cheeks.

A while later Tom asked you on a date and you agreed. Normally you probably wouldn’t say yes to a date with a stranger, but he seemed nice and you just wanted to finally get over Kelly if nothing was ever going to happen between the two of you. “It was for the better.” You thought to yourself.

A few days later was finally the day Tom and you agreed to go on a date together. You both agreed to go to some new bar downtown, since they had recently opened and Tom had heard good things about that place.

The date was a little boring, not much happened and Tom kept on talking about himself and his achievements. Hearing your phone buzz you excused yourself and pulled it out to check who it was from.

Little did you know that something bad was about to happen.

When you returned you took a small sip of your drink and Tom smiled widely, starting to talk about himself again. Looking down into the drink you messed with the straw in your glass. As kind as Tom was, he was a little annoying since he would barely let you get a word in.

You just had a really bad gut feeling, this whole date was a mistake. Something was wrong, the drink tasted wrong and it all felt fuzzy and weird.

You suddenly wanted to go home. But not to your apartment. You just wanted Kelly.

Giving the excuse that you were about to throw up, you got up to leave to the bathroom and Tom stood up and tried to say something but you just ignored him and ran towards the bathrooms.

After you were done throwing up, you started crying. You were exhausted, everything hurt and you felt faint and sick. You just wanted Kelly.

Quickly pulling out your phone, you dialled his number and tried to explain what happened. But he could barely hear you since your breathing was so fast and you were crying really hard. You were able to tell him the address of the bar and that you were in the bathroom. You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Everything was spinning and blurry.

Before you knew it Kelly was running through the door towards where you were sitting on the floor. “Are you okay Y/n/n? How are you feeling?” He asked in concern, kneeling down next to you. “Like shit, I don’t know what happened. Wanna go home.” You mumbled. Kelly nodded and gently asked if you could stand and walk.

When you tried to stand your legs collapsed under you, so Kelly gently picked you up and walked out towards where his car was parked. You were so tired and scared you couldn’t hear what Kelly and Tom were saying. But Kelly seemed really mad. He was shouting something at Tom but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, all you wanted was to sleep.

And before you knew it you were on your way to Med with Kelly. During the drive you just gazed out of the window without saying anything. Kelly didn’t say anything either, he just looked over to you from time to time in concern. With Kelly’s help you unlocked the door and led you inside telling Maggie what happened.

The nurse directed you to an empty room and said that a doctor would be here to see you shortly. You were so tired you were starting to fall asleep. “It’s alright sweetheart, it’s okay. Just sleep. I’ve got you okay?” He said softly, bringing the hair out of your face.

“Kelly?” You asked, looking up to him with tired eyes. “Why’d you say that to Matt? Are we really just friends?” Severide's face fell upon hearing your question. “Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just- I don’t want to lose you alright? You are way too important to me and I just thought you didn’t feel the same. I’m sorry sweetheart.”

You just nodded in response. “I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do.” You said, while starting to cry. You were exhausted and the whole events of the last few days came crashing down on you.

Kelly pulled you into his arms and placed a small kiss on your forehead. “It’s gonna be alright sweetheart. I’m here, just let it all out. We’re gonna be alright. We just need to wait for a doctor and we will figure it all out then okay? I’m here.” He softly whispered, pulling you even closer and rocking you side to side.

You were safe with Kelly, and you knew it.

After the doctor checked up on you and said that they would like you to stay overnight just in case and to get everything out of your system. The doctor also said that a detective or officer would be here to check up on you and take a statement of what happened.

Before you could say anything more to Kelly, to thank him. You just fell asleep in his arms

#one chicago #chicago fire #chicago fire fanfic #chicago fire imagine #kelly severide #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide imagine #chicago fire x reader #one chicago imagine #one chicago x reader

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Hiii I love love loveee your past two works they’re adorable🥹🥹

I was wondering if you would be open to writing how skz members react to you like accidentally poking/touching them w something (ex: a paintbrush or the eraser of a pencil). Something that you wouldn’t expect to tickle them but it does??

IM SORRY IM TRYING TO HAVE THIS MAKE SENSE😭😭

If this is too confusing or you simply don’t want to write it please don’t feel pressured, I understand!

hi hi! i’m so happy you liked my last two works!! thank you for your kind words!!

as for this request: i’m crying and throwing up this is SO CUTE 😭

i actually have so many ideas-

thank you for being my first ask anon!! 🫶🫶 this turned out to be 6000+ words of tickly fluff omg- that was NOT intentional what the heck!!! i probably won't do this much for every ask i receive, but i certainly got caught up in this one haha

(i think i ignored the “accidentally” in some of these 🫣)

EVERYONE SEND ME ASKS!! 🔫

ENJOYY!!

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Bang Chan:

When you heard the door open, you were hunched over your textbooks. It had been hours since you moved, practically yanking your hair out while gathering evidence for your research paper.

“Baby?” Chan’s voice came from down the hallway as he toed off his shoes and locked the door behind him. When you didn’t respond, he walked into the kitchen, finding you in the same spot he left you in when he went into the studio. “Have you been here this entire time?” He asked, coming up behind you to rub your back lovingly.

“Mmm…” Was your only response, not even offering your boyfriend a look.

“Did you eat?” A kiss was pressed to the top of your head. You nodded, and while Chan didn’t exactly believe you, he didn’t push. “Can I help?”

That made you look up at him, your tired eyes softening when you saw his bare face and equally tired eyes smiling back at you.

“Sure, thanks Channie…” You responded with words this time, pushing a book over to him. You briefly explained what you were looking for and he sat beside you, listening intently. Together, the two of you took notes for another half an hour before you stretched, sighing in relief as you were finally done for the night. “I never thought I’d get through those two chapters tonight!” You exclaimed, closing your textbook.

Chan giggled beside you, brushing your hair from your face. “Aren’t you lucky that I’m here?” He teased, giving you a lopsided grin.

You smiled and pressed a small kiss to his mouth. “Well duh, but don’t go getting full of yourself now.” You punctuated your last few words with a couple quick pokes to his side with the eraser of your pencil.

Chan jolted in his seat, sputtering out some giggles as you poked him. With a whine of your name, he pushed at the hand with the offending pencil in its grasp. “What are you doinggg?!”

You laughed at his reaction, trying to poke at him some more. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“You know why! Knock it off!” He cried, trying to get out of his seat so you’d leave him alone. Now feeling playful, you hooked your ankle around the leg of his chair so he’d have a harder time moving it.

“I don’t! Why are you running from me?” You continued to tease, grabbing his closest arm with your free hand so you could continue your assault. He broke into more giggles, pulling at you a bit but being careful not to hurt you.

Chan let out a small “Ah!”, his smile growing bigger and bigger the more he laughed. “Stohohop! It tihihickles!!” He choked out between laughs, body squirming away from you as much as he could from where you had him trapped.

“What? It’s just an eraser! Does it really tickle?” You asked, playing completely innocent as if Chan wasn’t a laughing mess before you.

“Yehehes!! E- Enough!!” His voice broke a bit from the laughter, so you let him have a break. You rubbed the tickly sensations away with one hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t help it.” You apologized, still grinning at his flushed face and slightly heavy breathing.

“You’re so mean…” Chan whined, suddenly feeling shy. You just laughed, and he made a mental note to get you back in the near future.

Lee Know:

“Min, are you sure I can’t help?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen island. Minho stood across from you, dutifully chopping vegetables to add to the stew he currently had sitting on the stove.

“I’m sure, just sit there and be patient, hm?” He told you curtly, staying focused on his knife work. You groaned, watching him chop up the vegetables longingly.

Minho was the cook in your relationship, you knew that. He could whip up just about anything if he had the recipe for it, whereas you had a track record of ruining instant ramen. Still, you always wanted to help him out in the kitchen.

After another ten minutes, you were feeling restless. Minho had moved on from chopping the vegetables and was now monitoring the stew while it simmered, waiting to add in everything else so it could cook all together. And his back was turned to you. You eyed one of his wooden stirring spoons and an idea crossed your mind.

Carefully, you approached him from behind, spoon grasped tightly in your hand. As soon as he turned around and stepped away from the stove, you held the spoon out in front of you.

“En garde!” You exclaimed, wielding your culinary weapon. Minho gave you a wildly unimpressed look.

“Are you secretly five years old?” He asked, moving your spoon aside with one hand, walking by you. You huffed and turned around, watching as he searched through the refrigerator. “Seriously, I go to all the trouble to make you food and you can help but be child-,” Minho cut himself off with a grunt when you poked his ribs with the spoon as he went to reach for something.

“I got you, Min. You’re dead now.” You told him, unaware of what you were doing. When he didn’t respond, you poked at him some more. “Hello? You good?”

Minho held out for all of five seconds before he began to giggle and try to scurry away from you. He smacked your spoon out of your hand and backed up as much as he could in the small kitchen. An evil smirk adorned your face.

“What, you done ignoring me now?” You asked, creeping towards your ticklish boyfriend menacingly.

“Honey… please, let’s just- let’s talk, okay? You wanna help me cook?” You laughed at Minho’s begging, secretly loving when he got like this.

“Nah, it’s too late for that now. I wanna hear you laugh.” With that, you lunged forward while Minho tried to dodge to the side of you. You caught him around the waist as he went, and wasted no time in digging into his hips. He screamed and clawed at your hands, breaking out into silly giggles immediately.

“Nohoho!! Nohohot fair!!” He cried out, leaning against the island once he gave up trying to fight off your quick hands. His laughs were belly laughs now, getting deeper and more intense as you abused his worst spots.

“Not fair? I think it’s totally fair, actually. You were being so mean to me! I think you should apologize.” You told him, acting as if you were actually upset. He tried to shake his head for a moment, before a well placed jab to his upper ribs had him keeling over.

“AH!! Nahaha!! Please baby!! Ihihi’m sorry!!” Minho’s voice was raw from the laughter, but he did manage to apologize so you let him go.

“Alright, you’re forgiven.” You let him go, pressing a kiss to his back and rubbing his hips briefly. “Let me help out next time, okay?”

Minho took a moment to gather himself, before turning around and giving you an annoyed look. “Fine. Just don’t be so childish then, hm?” He tugged you into his chest, pressing a searing kiss onto your lips. You squeaked in surprise, before he pulled away, biting back a smile. "You're so annoying..." He muttered and returned to cooking.

Minho's words nearly got him wrecked again, but you were hungry and his red ears told you all you needed to know. He was whipped for you, just like you were for him.

Changbin:

A whiny “Babeee” was all that you needed to know that your dark rapper was home from the gym.

“In the living room, Binnie!” You called back, setting your book down. Changbin came around the corner soon after, hair wet from a shower and a pout on his face. You sat up a bit, opening your arms in an invite to sit with you.

Changbin took it immediately, flopping down next to you and letting you wrap him up in your arms. He buried his head in your shoulder and let out a groan. “Missed you…” He mumbled into your skin.

“I missed you too, my love. How was the gym?” You asked, rubbing light circles into his back.

“‘S fine…” He trailed off, and you could tell he had more to say.

“But…?” You prompted, kissing his head gently.

“Hurt my shoulder…”

This news was surprising to you. Changbin was always so safe in the gym, never lifting more than he should and never using incorrect form.

“What? How?” The question left your lips sounding slightly more worried than you meant it. “Sit up baby, let me see.”

Changbin sat up, looking bashful. “I tried to lift too much… usually I increase by 10 pounds, but today I increased by 20.”

“Oh Binnie…” You sighed. “Which arm?” He gestured to his right shoulder. Gently, you touched the muscle there, pressing lightly until he flinched. It seemed to be the worst on his inner bicep. “Want me to try to roll it out?”

Your boyfriend nodded, looking kind of pitiful. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He was always so confident at the gym, this mistake must’ve been really frustrating. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his pouting lips, rubbing his arm comfortingly.

“I’ll be right back.” You told him, going to find his little muscle roller stick. It looked like a rolling pin with bumps on it, and it was meant to help sore muscles heal faster. Originally, you had bought it for yourself, but once you started dating a gym rat it became a communal item.

You returned quickly and instructed Changbin to lay on the ground with his right arm raised above his head. “Okay baby, I’m just going to roll this up and down your arm. Tell me if it hurts too much.” You explain, kneeling beside him. He nodded and shut his eyes, brow drawn up in preparation for the inevitable pain.

Beginning slowly, you rolled the small foam roller up and down his muscly inner bicep, pressing firmly. Changbin let out some groans, face scrunched as the pressure built up. You knew it would end up hurting, it always did. Rolling out your muscles was a real chore.

“You doing okay?” You asked, to which he nodded. You kept it up for another few minutes before you lightened it up. “I’m gonna go lighter now, okay?”

The light, gentle rolling of the foam was a sharp contrast to the deep pressure he had felt moments earlier, and when it approached his armpit, Changbin’s eyes snapped open.

“Wait-,” He exclaimed, trying to swallow the giggles threatening to burst forth.

You seemed to be none the wiser.

“What?” Once again, the roller approached his armpit, and this time, Changbin couldn’t help but stutter out a small laugh. A teasing grin grew on your face. “Oh? Does this maybe… tickle?”

A blush blossomed across his cheeks immediately, and Changbin shook his head. frantic. “No! No it really doesn’t, but I think I’m done now, so- AHH!”

You rolled the ridged massager right into his armpit this time, causing him to scream. He desperately tried to put his arm down and roll away, but you had him pinned with a knee on his elbow. He couldn’t help but break out into his goofy giggles once he realized he had no where to go.

“PLEHehase!! Bahahby!! It tickles!!” He laughed, shaking his head from side to side. Of course you knew he was ticklish, but opportunities to torture him never presented themselves so nicely. How could you let this one pass you up?

“Oh, so now you’re going to tell the truth? I thought it didn’t tickle?” You asked, and Changbin simply threw his head back, his giggles becoming louder. (Part of that was your fault, as you did start trailing your fingers against his sensitive skin after the roller left it)

His squirming got more and more intense, and since he was already injured, you didn’t want him to get more hurt. Reluctantly, you got off of him and helped him sit up, massaging the top of his shoulder with your hands while he caught his breath.

“That was… really mean…” Changbin said, panting a bit in between words. He still wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his hurt shoulder.

“Sorry Binnie, you were just too cute.” Changbin blushed again at your words, and shook his shoulders in the way he did when he got flustered.

“Yeah? Your Binnie is cute?” He asked, pursing his lips for a kiss.

“The cutest.” You confirmed, leaning forward to grant his wish.

Hyunjin:

“Darling, hey…” A gentle hand shook you awake. You blinked at its owner blearily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Jinnie? What’s wrong?” You asked as you made out the figure of your boyfriend kneeling over you. His hair was pulled back away from his face and he was smiling at you softly.

“Nothing’s wrong, you just fell asleep. I didn’t want you to ruin your sleep tonight.” Hyunjin told you, petting your hair once before getting up from the side of the couch. You sat up, suddenly feeling lonely.

“Where are you going?” You asked, watching as he headed towards the hallway. He turned back towards you and you realized his clothes were covered in smears of different colors.

“Painting, you wanna come watch?” He asked, turning his head to the side as he did. You nodded, unwrapping yourself from your blanket cocoon and getting up to follow after him.

Hyunjin laughed when you reached him, kissing your head gently. “You’re so cute…” He murmured into your hair before leading the way down the hallway.

Once you were in the small studio, you took in the half finished art piece that he was working on. It looked to be a portrait of an old woman who seemed to be staring right back at you, smiling kindly. She didn’t have hair or the top half of her head yet, so you figured that was next.

Hyunjin stood behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist. “I’m working on painting aged faces… do you like it?” His voice was soft and close to your ear. You leaned back into his touch.

“Mhm… she’s lovely. Reminds me of my grandma.” You told him, and he let out a huffed laugh behind you.

“I’ll keep that in mind, hm?” You nodded at his words, turning to press a kiss to his cheek before he took a seat at the small stool before the canvas. You took a seat in another chair, settling in to watch him paint.

After about 30 minutes, you still felt drowsy, and in an effort to stay awake you decided to distract Hyunjin a bit. You had spotted a fluffy old paint brush sitting by his art supplies. It looked as if it hadn’t been used in years, and you decided to change that.

“Jinnie?” You called out, getting up to grab the paint brush.

“Yes, love?” He answered, currently perfecting the shape of grandma’s hair.

“Wanna play a game?” You asked, coming to stand behind him, hands rubbing his back mindlessly. Hyunjin glanced at you over his shoulder, confusion etched into his brow.

“What game?”

You giggled at his innocence. “I’ll show you!” Suddenly, you lifted up the back of his sweatshirt to expose his skin. “You guess what I’m writing, okay?”

“Okay? But- GAH!!” He cut himself off with a yelp as your fluffy paint brush made contact with his back. You felt him begin to shake beneath your hands as you worked on writing nonsense all over his skin.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna play?” You absolutely knew what was wrong. Your boyfriend was insanely ticklish. He couldn’t even stand you tracing shapes on his back when he was wearing heavy jackets- he was just too ticklish.

Hyunjin was doing his absolute best to hold back his giggles. The feeling of the brush against his skin sent shockwaves through his body, and it was all he could do to stay still in that moment. Any sign of weakness would be a ticklish death sentence.

You, on the other hand, were having a blast. It wasn’t every day you got a chance to exploit Hyunjin’s ticklishness, so you weren’t about to give it up now. The brush slowly found its way to his side, the feather light touch on one of his worst spots finally causing him to break into giggles.

“Wahahahait!! Waitwaitwaitwait- baby PLEASE!!” Hyunjin pleaded, slumping forward on the stool and trying to squirm away from the evil brush.

You didn’t reply, just pressed a kiss against his shoulder before you went in for the kill. While you swirled your brush against his side, your free hand massaged his other side.

Hyunjin lost his mind, practically falling off the stool in an effort to get away from your attacks.

“AHHH!!!” He shrieked, now on the ground. You followed him, sitting on his long legs as he tried to escape. The brush was abandoned, and instead you just tickled him wherever you could reach.

“NAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Hyunjin cried, grabbing for the hands currently clawing at his ticklish belly. You giggled along with him, heart overwhelmed with adoration.

“Yahhh, you’re so cute Jinnie! I need to do this more often!” You exclaimed, digging your thumbs into his lower belly and vibrating the muscle there.

Hyunjin threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut and a large smile on his face. His witch-like cackles filled the room as he eventually gave up fighting back, instead just laying there and taking it.

“My baby is tired hm? Okay, I’m done.” You decided, halting your attack and instead laying down beside Hyunjin. You pulled him into your body and let him lay his head on your chest while you played with the hair that had been knocked loose from his updo. Hyunjin was breathing heavily, but still nuzzled into your touch as the two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“What was that for?” He asked after a while, and you giggled at him. Hyunjin looked up at you, offering you a glare and a pout as you laughed.

“I just wanted to mess with you, I couldn’t help it.” You explained, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He grumbled something that you couldn’t make out. “What was that?”

All he did was shake his head, and something told you to be on guard for the next couple days. Just in case Hyunjin decided to take revenge.

Han:

“Baby! Come listen to this!”

“Ji! Don’t yell, I’m right here.”

Han gave you a sheepish grin as he took off his headphones, turning in his rolling chair to face you. You were sitting on the couch of the studio he had taken over for the evening, just keeping him company and being an occasional beta listener for his new tracks.

“Sorry baby- I didn’t realize how loud I was talking.” Han said, flushing a bit. “But come here, I want you to listen to something.”

You did as you were told, sitting beside him in a rolling chair of your own. Han tugged you even closer and handed you his headphones. You put them on, giving him a look that said “let’s see what you’ve got”. He laughed and clicked play on the track he had queued up.

A trap beat began, quickly followed by a funky melody. Immediately you liked it, and leaned forward to watch how the audio layering changed on the program while you listened. Unconsciously, you placed your hand on Han’s knee while you listened, keeping the beat with your pointer finger.

“Wow!” You exclaimed when the track finished, moving the headphones to sit around your neck. “That was amazing Ji, seriously. I can’t believe how creative you are! That was like nothing I’ve ever heard before, how do you do it?” You asked, excitedly squeezing your boyfriend's knee as you turned to look at him.

To your surprise, Han was bright red and biting his lip. “Baby? What’s wrong, are you feeling okay?” You asked, suddenly concerned.

Han coughed awkwardly, nodding. “I’m fine, just warm suddenly.” He wouldn’t meet your eye.

You frowned. “If you say so, but let’s go home if you’re not feeling well, okay? I can’t have you getting sick on me.” You said, squeezing his knee once again as you went to get up and grab your jackets.

“AH-,” He squawked out as you did so, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. You stopped in your tracks, before turning to look at him.

“Are you ticklish?” You asked, and Han’s heart sank. He had been dreading this question since you started dating.

“What? Me? No, what a crazy question! I would never- NAha!!” You cut his rambling off with another sharp squeeze to his knees. Han began to giggled freely, realizing he wasn’t getting out of this without a fight. “Baby, baby please- just think about this okay? Don’t- don’t tickle me!”

There was no reasoning with you. An evil grin spread across your face and you pounced, squeezing and scribbling at his knees, slyly sneaking your fingers inside the rips in his jeans to tickle his bare skin. Han squealed, laughing immediately as he tried to roll away from you or at least push your hands away.

“Bahahaby!! Nohoho!!” He whined out in between giggles, making small whimpering noises when you continued your torture.

“Sorry Hannie, I can’t help it if you’re ticklish!” You teased, only letting up your attack when he began to kick out at you. He may be cute, but tickling him wasn’t worth getting kicked over.

Han giggled to himself for a second longer, before glaring at you. You simply stuck your tongue out at him and turned to grab your things. When you did, he grabbed you around the waist and tugged you down onto his lap. Before you could even protest, he began to tickle you like mad, making sure you laughed just as much as he did.

It was a while before the two of you actually went home.

Felix:

“Leonardo DiCaprio used to be so cute… what happened?” You sighed, laying on top of Felix while the two of you watched Titanic for the millionth time.

“I think his head got bigger- is that even possible?” Felix replied with a laugh, running his hands through your hair.

You laughed with him and gave him a teasing look. “I guess so. But I’m just gonna say that your head better stay the same size, okay?”

Felix made an offended noise at your words. “Hey! What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

"I dunno, Lix. What do you think it means?" You laugh, nuzzling into his chest.

"Uh uh, no. You don't get to be cute right now!" Felix said, trying to hold back a laugh of his own. He reached over and plucked the remote off the coffee table. "No more Titanic for you, it's making you goofy."

"What? Hey! Give that back!" You whined, reaching for the remote in his grasp. Felix shook his head, holding it just out of your reach.

"Nope, I'm turning it off! Sorry baby." At these words, you panicked, desperately wanting to continue watching. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

Just before Felix could turn it off, you grabbed his chin, tilting it down so you could press a heated kiss to his pretty lips. When you pulled away, Felix looked like you had just given him the most mind-numbingly wonderful drug to ever exist. In his daze, he accidentally brought the remote back into grabbing range. You snatched it out of his hand quickly, sitting up with a victorious cheer.

"Haha! I win!" You cried, waving the remote around. Felix groaned, sitting up as well and giving you a pout. "Take that, Lix!" To add to your gloating, you used the remote to quickly jab him in the ribs.

Felix certainly wasn't expecting that and grunted in surprise, bringing a hand to cover the spot you jabbed.

At first, you were worried you hurt him. "Baby? Did that hurt? I'm sorr-," You cut yourself off when you saw the light blush rising to his cheeks. "Did that tickle?" You asked, laughing out in shock.

Felix's cheeks turned dark red immediately, and suddenly he was up from the couch and running towards the bedroom.

"Hey! Get back here!" You yelled out, getting up to chase him down.

Felix had run to your bedroom and he didn't even have enough time to shut the door behind him before you were on him. Quickly, you had tackled him onto the bed, hands finding purchase on his lean hips. You began squeezing and Felix screamed in protest.

"AHH!! NAHAHA!!" Felix cried out, his laughs loud as he tried to pry your hands off his hips. You just laughed along with him, swinging a leg over him to straddle his thighs.

"And to think all of this could've been avoided if you didn't try to steal the remote, hm?" You lamented between giggles, skittering your tickling fingers up to Felix's ribs. He let out another scream, throwing his head back as you began to teasingly count his ribs.

"NOHOHO!! DOHON'T DOHOHO THAHAT!!" The words were hardly intelligible through his screeching, but you understood well enough.

"Do what? This?" You played dumb, but dug your thumbs into a particularly bad spot under his third rib. Felix's hips bucked beneath you aggressively, nearly throwing you off. His laughter fell silent soon after, his hands clawing at your thighs and his face nearly turning purple.

You rolled off of him, rubbing his chest lightly and giving his shoulder kisses until he caught his breath. When he did, he turned his head towards you, blond hair all in his face, and let out a sigh of pure exhaustion. You giggled and pulled him into your chest.

He fell asleep soon after, leaving you no time to apologize for being a tickle monster. Hopefully the cuddles would make up for it.

Seungmin:

"Min! Come look at what I'm making!" You called excitedly from your place on the couch, working on your latest crochet project. It was a hobby you'd picked up recently, and after mastering some basic stitches, you decided to try to make something special.

Seungmin appeared from around the corner, t-shirt crumpled and sweatpants riding up on his long legs. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes and he looked kind of grumpy. "Whaaaat?" He whined, flopping down on the couch beside you.

You giggled at his appearance and ruffled his hair. "Were you napping? You should've told me, I would've kept quiet." Seungmin just grumbled in response. "Anyway," you held up your project for him to see, "Look! It's PuppyM!"

The PuppyM in question was your crochet project. You had found a template online and you decided to recreate it to surprise your boyfriend. The stuffy was definitely sort of wonky looking, but you tried your hardest and you thought it had come out okay.

Seungmin, apparently, did not feel the same.

His eyes widened as he took in the Skzoo's appearance, and suddenly loud, mocking laughs escaped him. "Whahaht the heheck is that?" Seungmin snickered, trying to grab for it.

You held it out of his reach, making an offended noise at his words. "It's PuppyM! I crocheted him..." You whined, feeling disappointed by his reaction. "I thought you'd like him..."

Seungmin sat up, still laughing about it. "He's so squished! What happened?" He exclaimed. You frowned at him and grabbed one of the pillows on the couch, smacking him with it.

"You're a real jerk, Kim Seungmin." You turned away from him with a huff. You took PuppyM and tried to finish the stitching on him, but you felt so mad that it wasn't going well. The crochet hooks were not behaving.

Meanwhile, Seungmin was feeling pretty guilty. He didn't realize you were so serious about the project or else he wouldn't have laughed like that. He held the pillow you smacked him with and stared at your back silently, wondering if he should apologize.

Seungmin called out your name gently. "I'm sorry, baby. That wasn't cool and I-," You turned back toward him quickly, frustration clear on your features.

"Oh now you're apologizing? Yeah, seems about right. You know, I worked so hard on this!" Your words were angry and you jabbed him with your crochet hook to emphasize your point. Instead of arguing back, Seungmin let out a squawk of laughter and clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening.

An evil grin spread across your face and you set your project down, moving towards him on the couch.

Seungmin scooted away from you as much as he could, already beginning to beg for mercy. "Baby, baby please. I'm sorry, okay?"

"What are you sorry for? Hm? Because whatever it is, it seems like you need a bit of a punishment." You spoke lowly, moving to cage him in beneath your body. Normally, this would be sexy, but now Seungmin was blushing for a different reason.

Before he could get another word out, you slipped a hand up his shirt and dug into his side. Seungmin bit his lip, desperately trying to hold in the laughter that was threatening to spill from his lips. It was working until you began to vibrate your thumb deep into the muscles in his stomach.

"NAHahaha plEHEase!! I'm sohohoryy!!" Seungmin cried out between laughs, trying to hide his face in his shoulder while his hands grabbed at you in protest. You simply giggled at him, blowing air into his ears when he turned his head.

"You were so mean to me, Min. How am I supposed to forgive you?" You asked, pretending to think while your hand destroyed his ticklish stomach. You made a humming noise and pressed ticklish kisses wherever you could, causing the tall boy to squeak and hiccup around his giggles.

"I'll do anything!! Nohoho mohohoreee!!" His words were pleading, but you still didn't feel satisfied.

"Ah! I know." You stopped tickling him, getting up to sit on his waist. "You tell me just how much you love my PuppyM and I might forgive you, okay?" Seungmin, flushed and teary eyed, nodded. Before he could catch his breath enough to tell you what you asked him to, you threw his shirt up, pressed your mouth to his lean stomach, and blew one long raspberry into his skin.

Seungmin screamed, thrashing beneath you as the raspberries just kept coming. "NAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASEE!! PUPPYM IS- GAHAHA!!! I LOVE HIM!! STAHAHAPP!!" Seungmin could hardly get his words out, and his laughter fell silent just after. You blew just one more raspberry before wiping your spit off his tummy and pulling his shirt down.

"There, was that so hard?" You asked, smiling down at your thoroughly wrecked boyfriend. He only whined in response, pulling you down to lay on top of him. You heard his breathing even out as you cuddled him. "You gonna fall asleep again?"

A sleepy kiss was pressed to your temple, along with an "mhm" from Seungmin before he fell asleep beneath you. You smiled a bit, feeling your heart swell from the amount of love you held for him, even if he was kind of a meanie sometimes.

I.N:

"Thanks for letting me do this, Innie. It means a lot." You said, pulling out your makeup supplies and setting it all down on the table. Jeongin was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, staring up at you nervously. You had asked him to be your model for a project at your beauty school, and he had agreed without thinking. The two of you hadn't been dating for long, and now that he was here, he felt kind of anxious.

Jeongin nodded, offering you a small smile. "It's nothing. I want you to do well on this project so it's the least I could do."

You smiled and leaned down to press a light kiss to his lips. "You really are the sweetest, you know that?" Jeongin blushed and looked away, but he couldn't help but smile when you giggled at his reaction. "Okay, I'm gonna start now. Just stay still, hm?"

He sat like that for a while, letting you pat various powders over his face. You painted pastel shadows onto his eyes, highlighting them with lots of glitter and sparkle to fit the theme of the project. When you finished with his face, Jeongin looked like a fairy.

“There! You wanna see?” You held up your small handheld mirror to him, and Jeongin nearly gasped. His makeup had been done countless times by many different people since he became an idol, but something about the way you accentuated the curves of his face made him feel really pretty. “Do you like it?” You asked softly, rearranging his hair lightly so he could see more of his face.

Jeongin nodded, still staring at himself. “You’re amazing…” He murmured, dropping the mirror from his face and looking up at you in wonderment. “You’ll definitely get high marks on this project, just you wait.”

You laughed at his words, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. “You think so? I think it’s just because I had an amazing model to help me out.” You grabbed something else from the table and your long, fluffy kabuki brush. Jeongin had seen those before and remembered them because of the cool name. “Alright, I’m almost done. I just need to do one last thing.”

Jeongin nodded, seeing you were holding a jar of fine body glitter. “Where does the glitter go?” He asked.

"I was thinking of dusting across your cheeks and your neck, just to highlight the colors on your face," you explained, unscrewing the lid of the jar and dipping your brush into it. "Is that okay?"

"Uh y- yeah! Yes, that's fine." It wasn't really fine, if he was being honest. Jeongin knew how... sensitive his neck was, and he wasn't wild about sharing that information. But you looked so excited, how could he deny you?

You gave him a beaming smile and began to brush the glitter over his cheeks. That spot wasn't too bad, but now you were gathering more product on your brush and-

"Ah!" Jeongin cried out, grabbing your wrist when the brush made contact with his neck. Upon realizing what he did, your boyfriend blushed and looked away, slightly nervous for your reaction.

You giggled, patting his shoulder. "Are you ticklish there?" Jeongin nodded, keeping his gaze on his lap. "You're so cute..." You cooed, tilting his chin up so he'd meet your eyes. "Can I keep going? It'll be over soon."

Jeongin blushed once again, but nodded anyway. You smiled, once again bringing the glittery brush up to his neck. Instead of freaking out or trying to stop himself, he let his giggles flow freely as they came. His eyes squeezed shut and his dimples came out as he cringed from the sensation, which caused you to ooh and awe over him once again.

"Are you really this ticklish? I'm barely touching you!" You couldn't help but tease him, entranced by his cute face and melodic laughter.

Jeongin did his best to stutter out some words. "Yehehes ihit's bahad!" The brush danced up to one of the spots beneath his ear, which made him squeal out and try to hide in his shoulder. "AHH! Nahaha!!" He was back to grabbing at your wrist.

This time, instead of trying to will him to take his hand off so you could move, you used your other hand to jab into his armpit. Jeongin let out another soft scream and clamped his arm down over your hand, leaving the brush free to finish its work. You kept your hand in his armpit, just as encouragement to let you finish up.

"Bahaha!! Nohoho!! It's so bad!!" He cried out, beginning to thrash in his seat as both his underarms and neck were seemingly tortured at the same time. You giggled at him, and worked on the last little area of his neck before you finally let him have a break.

"I'm sorry, Innie. That must've really tickled, hm?" You asked, setting the brush down. "I'm done now, not to worry."

Jeongin's breathing was a bit labored, and his face was on fire, but he looked more happy than anything. "It's okay, it did tickle but... I didn't hate it..." He admitted, once again not looking at you.

You raised an eyebrow as you packed up your makeup supplies. "Oh? I'll have to explore that more later..." You sing-songed teasingly. Jeongin let out a small whine at that, to which you chuckled.

"Come on, I need to take pictures of you, pretty boy."

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

Why Not Me?

Lo'ak x Avatar! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It made Lo'ak sick.

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

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

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

"I want to help," he said stubbornly.

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

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

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

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

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

When he was helping you make your outfit.

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

You didn't seem to mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spider hummed in confirmation. "Yeah, sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were radiant.

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

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

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

He had to look away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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