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Hello Tina! I just want to say that I love you and your "So It Goes" series. You're really a talented author.
I have a drabble request, I want more back story of "that one summer night when Y/N insisted on having a picnic under the stars". And the next day Yoongi texted her "I can't stop thinking about you." 🥺
Thank you in advance.
Please don't stop writing! ♥️
Hi!!! Thank you very much 🥰, another anon requested this scenario too, so here you go. Go easy on me I'm still struggling to write smut sfjsf- Also, this is oc being still very shy in their beginnings.
title: don't get cocky
pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader
series: so it goes
timeline: before so it goes.
words: 2.9k
warnings: explicit sexual content, handjob, blowjob, lots of fluff too bc i'm only human.
Tonight was one of those nights where Yoongi wondered when summer was going to end. He was sick of the long days, the heat of the city and the amount of bugs that appeared at night. Regardless of that, when you asked him if he wanted to go on a picnic date under the stars, he said yes, that he would love to.
There was a good side of summer, though: that dress you were wearing.
You were clueless, as always. Your mind seemed to be somewhere else, but Yoongi couldn’t put his finger on it yet.
He helped you set the picnic blanket on the grass and when you were already seated, you showed him the lunch boxes that you prepared.
“It’s kimbap!” You said, opening the lunch box for him to see the food you made for tonight.
“Are you trying to seduce me with kimbap again?” A cocky smirk appeared on his face. You frowned, confused.
“What do you mean “again?” You asked, leaving the lunch box in the space between the two of you and starting to take the rest of them out of your bag.
“Oh, you know… I’m talking about that time when I was eating kimbap in the studio.” He tried to remind you, getting closer to you on the blanket. You tilted your head, still confused. “You were waiting for Jungkook”
“You were eating kimbap, not me.”
“Yeah, I asked if you wanted some and you made me feed you on the mouth while making intense eye contact. You were trying to seduce me.” He explained, the memory hit you like a brick on the head. The frown on your face disappeared, replacing the confused expression with laughter.
“I remember now.” You said, covering your mouth with your hand. “Did it work?”
“I can’t answer such questions.” He joked.
“Why?”
“Because it would reveal too much about myself.”
“That means yes.” You confirmed “I knew it, I have that effect on people.”
“So you do that often?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Seduce people? Not on purpose.”
“So people just fall to your feet?”
“Yes, they can’t help it.” You continued to joke, grabbing his white tee and pulling him close to rub your nose against his. “You couldn’t help it either.”
You were just joking, inside you knew you weren’t as confident as you wanted people to believe, Yoongi could see right through that. You never had to do much to “seduce” him, it was him who had to do most of the work, he was already on his knees the first time he kissed you. It was like you did have that effect on people, which drove Yoongi crazy, it made him increible anxious. He could see the way men looked at you all the time and he couldn’t say a word about it, it was his own personal hell.
But Yoongi was dumb enough not to see the way you were looking at him that night. When you finished eating, he laid on the blanket with you, circling your waist with his arm as you used it as a pillow.
There was no one around. It was late and dark, there was just an old street lantern that provided poor illumination to that side of the empty park. You snuggled next to him, caring very little about the hot weather.
“I really don’t want summer to end.” You suddenly confessed, burying your nose on his neck.
“Why not?” Yoongi questioned “I’m sure that autumn is so much better.”
“Yes, it is.” You agreed. “But summer ending only means that I have to go back to study, and this is supposed to be my last year.”
“I’m sure you’ll do great.” He assured you “You don’t have to be afraid.”
“I can’t help but be a little bit afraid. I have this feeling that change is around the corner, I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
Yoongi’s eyes shifted towards the dark sky, observing the few stars that the light pollution of the city allowed him to see. He understood what you were feeling, he was not used to change either. He didn’t like it, but he had to learn to deal with it over time.
“I get what you mean, but change doesn’t have to be drastic, right?” He said, feeling how you took your head off his neck. “For example, when you graduate next year, what’s the first thing you want to do?”
Your fingers fiddled with the chain on his neck as you thought about it.
“First, sleep without an alarm for a whole week.” You answered, making him chuckle. “Maybe I’ll have a stable job by then, like, a real job. It’s hard to know, but I know one thing for sure.”
“What?”
Before replying, you checked the place with your eyes quickly, making sure no one was around. Then, you got even closer to his face, ready to tell a secret.
“Don’t tell her, but I want to leave Nayeon.” You whispered, afraid that she could hear you from a distance.
“You sound like you are in a relationship.” He whispered back.
“We kinda are. A relationship of flatmates.” You assured him “I have been living with her for the past six years, we need to break up. It’s not easy to have sex if she’s around.”
Yoongi’s shoulders started to shake with laughter,your last words taking him by surprise. He laughed so loud that you started laughing with him, but that didn’t mean you weren’t true to your words. “I’m serious” You insisted. “If she were to bring a guy over, I would close my door and put my headphones on. But when it’s me she makes a whole fuss about it.”
“Are you telling me that she heard us fucking?” He asked, but Yoongi didn’t really care. It annoyed you sometimes how careless he was about that stuff, but he wasn’t completely guilty of that. When you were under him every trace of shame left your body, and unfortunately that made you forget about your poor friend sleeping in the next bedroom.
“She told me once…” You said “She was kinda annoyed, like she heard us a few times.”
“I told you to be quiet.” He defended himself.
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You didn’t care.”
“I did care.” He lied, biting back a cheeky smile. You pushed his shoulder, squinting your eyes at him.
“Well, you didn’t seem to care. But anyway, that’s maybe one of the reasons I want to move out.” Your expression slowly became serious again, Yoongi noticed how a wave of nostalgia washed over your face “The rest is uncertain, it makes me uncomfortable.”
Yoongi often felt the difference between the two of you in each one of your conversations. He didn’t know if you did, but it was obvious for him how your life path was nothing like his. You had your shit together most of the time, you were organized, didn’t let anything distract you. He was just… not all of that. The only word that came to his mind was chaotic, and he was pretty sure you didn’t need chaos in your life.
Maybe during summer it was fun sneaking at night and hiding from your friends, during summer it was fun to be reckless. But after summer ends? Would you want him to be there by then?
“You don’t have to plan everything, you know?” He murmured “It’s fine if some things are uncertain, it would be boring if you already knew everything that’s going to happen in the next months. Everything will come around for you naturally.”
You huffed “I’m not sure I’m the kind of girl whom things come naturally for.”
He laughed “When I say naturally I don’t mean that a new job is going to fall on your lap next week. You work hard, you put effort on things, when I say naturally I mean that everything you work hard for will come to you eventually.”
“Do you think so?” You looked up to him and found his dark eyes observing you closely.
“Yes, I think so. But you should try to think of the things that are happening right now or you’ll miss them out. When you are looking for a job next year you will try to remember when it was summer and you were free and you won’t remember anything, all because you were worrying about the future.”
“You’re right.” You let out a deep sigh before directing your gaze towards the sky “It’s just that I can’t help but worry. I had the initial plan, move in with Nayeon and finish college. Now it’s coming to an end and I feel like I have to make another one.”
“Start with moving out, then. Like I said, change doesn’t have to be drastic and all at once. You can plan things along the way if that makes you feel safe.”
In that moment an urge to hug him tightly washed over you, so you wrapped your arm around his torso and laid your head on his chest. Yoongi was always surprised by all your sudden gestures, but he grew used to them, he liked them.
“Why is it always that you know what to say?” You wondered out loud.
“I really don’t.” He laughed.
“You do, you got me thinking.” You insisted “And you know? When I’m looking for a new job next year, I will remember tonight.”
“Will you?” He asked. You just nodded in affirmation, making your nose bump into his. He took it as an invitation, kissing your lips briefly. “Stay with me tonight. At my place, so Nayeon doesn’t get mad.”
You laughed, pretending like you were not scanning your imaginary agenda in your mind. You were free, so you agreed.
“Fine, but I want to do something first.”
…
Twenty minutes later, Yoongi was being pushed inside the backseat of his own war. You were behind him, rushing him to get inside.
“Is this supposed to be revenge for the other night after the cinema?” He asked.
“How is this revenge?” You questioned. Yoongi was late to notice the smirk that was plastered on your face, he didn’t know why yet, but it made him weirdly nervous.
You pressed your palms on his chest, making him lay on the corner between the door and the seat of the car. You were sure he would be uncomfortable, but so were you the last time he fucked you on his car.
“Car sex it’s not hot.” He said.
“Now it’s not hot?” You frowned, settling your body between his thighs. Yoongi looked down at you, realizing that from that angle he got a clear view of your cleavage. He gulped, completely forgetting what he wanted to say.
“I mean, I have time today. We can do it at my place.” He tried to convince you, but you just shook your head, shutting him up with a kiss. Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat when he felt your tongue sliding inside his mouth. It was like his body didn’t listen to his mind, regardless of his thought, he gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. He was starting to change his mind when you pulled away from him, breaking the kiss.
“I’m not letting you fuck me in the car again.” You told him. “I was thinking of something else.”
Just for a moment, Yoongi had no idea what you were talking about. He didn’t expect you to take initiative in these kinds of things, so he was confused. Now he seemed to be the one who was clueless, but when you sneaked your hands between the two of you, reaching for his jeans to unbutton them, yoongi felt like his blood pressure just dropped, then something clicked in his mind.
“What are you…?” He wanted to ask, but the words got stuck in his throat. Your hands were already pulling his pants down his knees. “Baby…” He called you.
There was some sort of warning in his voice, not directed at you but himself. He would never decline oral sex, he was just a man after all, but you never did that to him. You and him just started to have sex not really long ago, that was a fantasy that lived only inside his mind, and maybe in that one dream he had a week ago, where you were on your knees on his shower sucking him off. But apart from that, he didn’t dare to ask you, it wasn’t like he was asking for your hand in marriage, but you were too shy and he didn’t know if you wanted to do it yet.
Yoongi was satisfied with the amount of times he was fucking you during the week, but that dream he had woke him up in a cold sweat and with an annoying tension between his legs. Now he had you in front of him, he could see your eyes shining even in the dark, the shy smile on your face warning him that this could be the last day of his life.
“What?” You asked, as he observed your fingers tracing the elastic of his boxers. One of your hands traveled down, brushing over his crotch, he felt himself get hard under your touch. “Is this okay?” You talked again, he swore he heard an angel talking.
He surrendered, nodding and acting like a cat just bit his tongue. You pushed his boxers down, grabbing his cock in one of your hands and brushing the tip with your thumb. Yoongi felt himself succumbing to you, sinking in his place as he watched your hand travel down his base and up to his tip again, gathering his precum and spreading it all over his length.
There was complete silence in the car after that, you could only hear his heavy breathing and a few groans. He understood you weren’t like him, he liked to tease and talk dirty, maybe be a bit mean, look into your eyes and make you nervous. Besides the fact that you were too embarrassed to say something, you just wanted to give it to him, to be good.
You started to travel down to his crotch, getting your mouth closer to him, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, running your tongue all over it. You could see him throwing his head back, sighing in a desperate attempt not to moan. You didn’t like that, so you decided to take him deeper this time, moaning around him, making him buckle his hips into your mouth.
“Oh, baby, that’s just…” He trailed off, trying to build a coherent sentence in his head. “That feels so good, baby.” You felt his hands grazing over your loose hair, as if he was trying to remove it from your face so he could see you better. If it wasn’t for the dick in your mouth, you would have blushed, but you were too distracted trying to do your job well, taking him in and out, focused on taking every inch of him inside your mouth.
It was over for Yoongi when you decided to add one of your hands, gripping the base of his cock as you ran your tongue up and down, making him let out a loud moan. “You’re so good, baby. Such a good girl.” He slurred.
It was hard to know if Yoongi was being bold or he was just trying to come back to his dominant element. He felt dazed, trapped in your hands quite literally. But you had set a pace and he didn’t allow himself to interrupt it, so he held back as much as he could from fucking your mouth, you were taking your time, running your mouth down his cock with the patience of the world, your only purpose was to drive him crazy.
God, that sight alone was going to be the end of him. He never found himself in that position, avoiding your gaze from time to time, afraid that the view would make him cum immediately. He could watch any girl giving him head without losing control, but your eyes were connected to his without shame, filled with tears as you tried to take him as deep as you could.
“You look so pretty like that.” He hissed, gripping your hair tighter. “So pretty taking my cock, I wish I could take a picture of you right now.”
You pressed your legs together, moaning in response. You could only hope that he didn’t tease you for that. You were too intoxicated in his praises and the noises he was making, like he was encouraging you to keep going.
Soon enough Yoongi could not take it anymore, he came in your mouth, too overwhelmed to even warn you. He pulled from your hair, making you let out a loud pop when you pulled away from him. You felt his hands on your face, bringing you closer to him.
With his thumb he wiped your mouth and tears from the corners of your eyes. He looked like a car ran over him, but it was just you. He pulled you closer, enveloping your lips into a slow and warm kiss. “You can’t do that to me without warning.” He breathed out.
“Why? You didn’t like it?” You pouted, trying hard not to laugh.
“No, I loved it.” He murmured against your lips, leaving a small peck before talking again. “Don’t get too cocky with me.”
“Can’t make any promises.”
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hello! here is something short about eddie being a dumbass <3
18+ — minors dni
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like on some real shit, eddie is clumsy. and it’s embarrassing because the first time he has a pretty girl in his bed, looking at him with these brain melting fuck me eyes, he somehow ends up nearly giving her a fucking concussion.
it was really just a series of miscalculated movements. you’re on top of eddie, engrossed in a heavy make out that is sure to be leading somewhere further considering the way eddie’s pressing up against your core has you dizzy with lust. and eddie needs more, he needs to feel and touch and kiss and lick every inch of you. he needs to fuck you.
so he wraps one arm around your back to hug you closer before he shifts to flip you over. and it would’ve been a seamless process if eddie had been mindful of the hard ass fucking wall that serves as a headboard to his bed. long story short, the back of your head hits the wall…hard— hard enough for you to whimper out an ouch and have eddie pulling away with a gasp. he’s quickly scrambling to hold your head as he spews out apologies, “shit, shit, shit. fuck, are you okay? i’m so fucking sorry—“
he stops rambling when you press a hand to his chest, your other hand still holding the back of your now aching head. you stare at him for a moment and he just knows he’s fucked it all up because there’s no way you still like him after he’d nearly just sent your head through a literal wall.
but then you laugh. you fucking laugh, and eddie is looking at you like he’s seen a god damn ghost. “you’re laughing… why are you laughing?” he asks with a nervous laughter. and it only makes you laugh harder.
“i’m okay, eddie, i promise,” you manage to say between laughter. “but jesus christ, man. when i said i like it rough i didn’t mean toss me through a god damn wall—“ and now eddie is laughing and peppering fluttery kisses all over your face as you giggle.
he kisses you one last time before he pulls away and narrows his eyes at you, “y’sure you’re okay? i didn’t rattle anything in there too bad did i? how many fingers am i holding up?” he holds up two fingers in front of your face and you hum as you pretend to think. “um…three?” eddie’s face falls, “wait are you serious?”
you can’t hide the smile that creeps onto your face and has eddie deflating in relief before saying, “you’re sick, you know that?” and you snort before pain shoots through your head that has you wincing between laughter, a hand shooting up to hold your head, “don’t make me laugh too hard, asshole, it still hurts.” eddie winces and makes a face, “yeahh, i definitely rattled some shit in there.”
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So It Goes || Wonwoo
Synopsis: Your acceptance of his rejection and attempt on moving on has been hurting Wonwoo to the bones, head and most significantly, his heart.
Word Count: 1.3k
Sequel to Say Don't Go and set in the Withering for You universe (can be read as a standalone drabble series).
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, mention of fucking once, making out
Next Part : All Too Well
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"Take me with you, please."
Wonwoo double takes at you, finding it hard to believe that such words could come out of your mouth and not be directed at him.
You are grinning ear to ear, something you haven't done in a while.
"Are you sure because all I do is work.", Jihoon tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and says, "You'd eventually get bored of me."
"I can fill in for all the interesting things", you tell him coyly.
Seungcheol and his wife are expecting their first baby so the group decided to throw a party to the soon to be parents. The ambience is cozy, the lights are dim. Soothing music is filling in the space and after long and fun conversations all together, now you all are scattered in groups chatting the night away.
Jihoon is a new addition to the group, the prodigal musician who was initially bagged by Seungcheol's wife to manage the new branch of the academy founded by her and Seungkwan but ended up playing an important part in the reunion of Seungcheol and his wife and hence was adopted by the group instantly. Especially you, you've grown fond of Jihoon. Seems the same for him as well.
It's a pleasing atmosphere, everything is eye pleasing but also, such an eyesore to Wonwoo. Because though no one has asked him to be standing so close to you, he at his own will, is leaning against a wall adjacent to where you're seated across Jihoon who has now his hand placed atop yours. Wonwoo's teeth are sinking onto an empty cup, eyes sharp and hands fisted with all his attention spanned on you.
"You're making it so obvious."
Wonwoo turns his head to Seungcheol's whispering, the later grabs his arm and takes him away to a more secluded area. Seungcheol takes a quick jog to his wife asking her to call him if she needs anything, kisses her forehead softly and walks back to where his friend is standing.
"So what are you gonna about it?", Seungcheol asks.
Wonwoo doesn't meet his eyes, "About what?"
Seungcheol sighs, he understands where his friend is coming from and also feels guilty about his family painting this horrendous picture of the rich and powerful that has scared the person infront of him so much that he believes almost everyone is sick and twisted.
"Everyone in this room knows that you like Y/N.", Seungcheol says sadly patting his shoulder, "And not every family is sick like mine.", he smiles sweeping a quick glance at his wife, "But look we're back together, after everything, we're in love, we're gonna have a family soon. It's the best of anything I could have ever asked for."
To be honest, when Seungcheol got back together with his wife, it would given Wonwoo a hope, he could see the silver linings but he is still afraid.
"I have already rejected her and...", Wonwoo's gaze falls on you, a sad smile ghosting on his lips, "She looks happier with him, she's moving on."
You haven't looked at him once and he's unable to take his eyes off you tonight.
"You're mistaken.", Seungcheol says and hands him a filled cup, "You don't need to hold back everytime. Try living for yourself from now on."
It's not easy he thinks, not when his brother is lying unconscious, getting treated in the hospital, not when you belong to the family of chaebols, several heirs lining up to get married to you while he's just a secretary, who's still trying to meet ends.
Wonwoo doesn't hold back, he finds a seat at one of the tables and resorts to drinking which he has never done before as an obligation to himself to be the one to drive all others to safety, though never been asked.
"He's worse than her.", Mingyu tells Seungkwan.
"Shouldn't we stop him?", Chan asks, "He's drowning in his sorrows."
"Damn, Jihoon turned out to be such a great actor, even I'd have believed that there's something going on between Y/N and him, if I hadn't known.", Seungkwan mutters eyes going back and forth between the three of you, "It's funny knowing Jihoon has a motive to make Wonwoo jealous but sad knowing Y/N wants him to think she's moving on just not to be a burden to him anymore."
It's the dawn hours when Seungcheol who is as sober as day just so he could attend his wife anytime is begging everyone to dismiss the party insisting his wife needs to maintain her sleep schedule and rest well but she won't leave until everyone does.
"Okay, so my driver's coming , anyone wants to come with me?", Chan asks.
Seungkwan and Mingyu immediately tags along.
"Jihoon, Y/N what about you both?", Seungcheol asks.
"Take Jihoon with you both.", you say sighing, "I am not drunk, haven't had drinks."
"Okay, we are gonna take Wonwoo also--"
You cut off Seungcheol, "I'll take Wonwoo with me, don't worry."
No one objects, one by one they leave. You go to Wonwoo who hasn't sobered up a bit despite of the efforts of Mingyu from before.
"Come on, let's go.", you tell him, helping him to get up.
Drunk Wonwoo is chatty, his honeydew voice is eating off your ears as you struggle to put his big frame inside the car.
He's talking about how he keeps loosing the games nowadays because he lacks concentration. He talks about how happy he was when the doctors said that his brother can have a full recovery. He's spilling out random facts, cracking lame jokes and whatnot.
He's so cute, you think. You wanna record this version of him, wanna stop driving and give your full attention to him, to look at him. Because you know once he sobers up he's not gonna remember any of this, going back to his stoic self.
Seungcheol has texted you the passcode of his house and somehow you've ended on sheets under Wonwoo.
"Be here, with me", he mumbles, his soft breaths grazing your neck.
"Wonwoo, move", you huff trying to get him off you but fail one more time as his arms lock you in place.
He lifts his head to meet your gaze, removes the hair off your face and says, "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So good at everything you do, have so many people admiring you.", he smiles through the slurry words, "You could have anyone, anyone would be willing to be with you but out of all people you choose me."
You go stiff when he rests his forehead against you. And your whole body gives up when he confesses, "I love you, Y/N. Love you so much that it hurts. I'm so sorry for hurting you."
After some moments of staring, your hands attempt to push him again, "You're just drunk, you don't mean anything you're saying. Please--"
The words remain stuck in your throat as Wonwoo kisses you. His lips move softly against yours, the aftertaste of alcohol in his mouth intoxication you as well, as you find yourself giving in, kissing him back.
He takes both of your hands and pins them above your head, deepening the kiss. You moan, gasping for breath, letting his tongue lick your whole mouth. Every ounce of rational thoughts leaves your body, just like the clothes those stay discarded on his bedroom floor.
Wonwoo is fast asleep beside you, hugging your naked body after fucking you hard because you surely wouldn't call it making love.
You slowly remove his hand and get up. After putting back your clothes on, you keep the medicine and water on the sidetable.
"You probably didn't mean for any of this to happen between us.", you whisper, trying to hold back the tears, "You won't even remember all of this."
You peck the side of his head and take your leave.
When Wonwoo wakes up later, he groans because of the killer headache but also sobers up straight, panicking when he finds no traces of you in the house.
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(Nsfw) ok but do u have a hc at all on who’s better at going down on a lady, Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson?
Okay but I absolutely do for sure and I have thought this for the longest time.
(Cw: 18+)
Steve I think didn’t even know that was a thing at first, back in his king Steve days. He was all about missionary, or blowjobs, or other more common stuff he’d hear about, not that he was a selfish lover or anything. Sure he’d touch girls down there, of course he would, but the clit? Who knows where that is, he’d trust they’ll say/moan something if he finds it. Not to say he doesn’t learn though.
Absolutely not. As Steve becomes a better person, but also gains more experience, he hears about this for the first time and he wants the girls he’s with to feel happy and enjoy it and make sure they cum as well (not faking it which he’s trying to distinguish for sure now) but at least feeling safe and enjoying it. It is important to him that his partners are enjoying everything just as much as he is, even very early on before he’d learned more. As long as they’re happy, satisfied, and safe, Steve can end it happy as well.
But Steve’s knowledge comes in at a pretty normal time for a guy in Hawkins in the 80’s, and he’s definitely a lot a lot more willing to try it. Firstly asking a girl he trusts how to do it, then he found a book he could get without anyone recognising him, to read and keep hidden deep under his bed. As well as as time goes on, checking out some more tapes from the back adults only section of Family Video, so he can check what it’s ‘supposed’ to be like from other angles, not just when he’s looking up buried between thighs.
So at first, probably until he gets a long term partner who will work him though it, rather than a quick hookup, which they at least leave highly satisfied from and will tell other girls considering a date with the previous king of Hawkins High that it’s definitely worth a shot, at first Steve’s techniques are more just that; techniques. Things he’s read about and heard, like tongue here there diagonal short then fast, or the alphabet method, or following step by step something from his book that could be misconstrued as a ddr pattern or something.
Mostly Steve’s very focused on doing it right, and that is for the pleasure of his partners. But he does have to be taught by a girl he trusts where the clit exactly is at first, or more so, how to know if he’s touching it correctly. Shocked that it ranges from about 60-80% of sex without using the clitoris doesn’t end in orgasm for girls (although in Steve’s defence, that stat is much much lower with him, again, an unselfish lover even in the beginning, and also, he’s still Steve Harrington). He’s still a bit flustered trying to figure things out without being gentlemanly vague, but Steve really does care about your experience a lot.
And if you’re his partner, damn. Steve becomes such a good boy trying to ask you every single time he’s down there if what he’s doing is right, if you’re still okay, if he should change up, if he’s hurting you, if you finished, if you can handle round four - because holy shit girls can handle a lot more than even big boy Steve Harrington thought. He’s genuinely very considerate and sweet, caring a lot about your experience, and he will shut up and just get on with it and try and listen to your body, because he doesn’t want to stop if you’re feeling good; you go through some ideas with him, like thigh tapping signals.
But Steve will totter to you and ask you with his hand out if you two can go practice again, pretty please?
Steve may not have been the best student in high school, but he definitely wants to do some research in this field, and he is more than happy to perform some experiments. It’s called growing <3. He won’t ask you too much, and he won’t bother you with it, but he will come ask you in very sweet ways, like laying his head on your lap, or getting on his knees, or sucking into your neck just the same way he does your cunt. Or if you two are beginning to have sex, he’ll ask if you’d like him to do that first. And then he might want to do it afterwards as well. Especially if you would like to go for another round (Steve is not a one and done guy). Again, he’s learning all about the female body and experience so much :)
Steve is also... big. So it definitely does help, if he’s getting on his knees or tummy before you two make love <3. Although to be honest, not that you need it much anyway considering Steve gets you wet so easily. You remember Steve playing with your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you, before making out for a while, when you two decided to go to the bedroom. And when Steve undressed you, like a gentleman, and went to add more foreplay, and saw how soaked you were, he actually fucking laughed, like an adorable loving dork, and said out loud “Wow.” To be honest, it only helped you want him more.
Then again Steve eating you out after he’s cum in you slightly works against his breeding kink, although it’s not too much of an issue because Steve still throughly enjoys it. He also likes being able to be a little messy and dirty and free with you, and he also likes cleaning you up and helping you out once again, it works in so many ways to be honest. Not to mention the obvious, Steve likes going down on you, he wants to do it again, and also doing so after you two had made love was kinda hot. One time he had tears in his sweet brown eyes while licking out his cum, which took a minute to get to because Steve had fucked it deep in you, but when you promised he could fill you up again after he finished cleaning you up here, because he’d been so lovely today, you swear you saw his heart burst, just from the sparkles in his caramel eyes.
You’re definitely expanding Steve to lots of new intimate and interesting things to do with sex. Not that he was boring beforehand, but he didn’t want to risk going with something he wasn’t sure if he wasn’t good at, and he didn’t really get into another relationship until you, or really trust the other enough to be vulnerable and think within himself about his own explorations. He didn’t really think or get to physically explore about himself too much until you really. And you definitely helped him feel more open to do some introspection on himself, even at some surface level stuff to do with vulnerabilities and sex/love making things.
Steve does however figure this out very early days, probably with Nancy because he did love her, but it’s not something he really let himself indulge in or mind wonder about, until you. And that’s the fact he loves sucking on some boobies <3. Actually makes him feel incredibly calm and happy and like he can just shut down from being big protector Harrington, and just be Stevie in love and being taken care of, by taking care of.
Absolutely loves just settling his head down and softly holding you and mouthing around your boobs with the comfort of knowing that’s all he’s got to do right now, and it’s making you happy too. So to realise he can suck on something else of yours? That tastes of you even more, and makes you extremely happy too? Steve can bob those lovely cheeks around three different things and not accidentally overstimulate you, and really let his mind soften into loving and affectionate time with you, his love <333
Steve is a good guy and he is learning a lot. Happily doing so, he wants to be a good enough person for you, but also, hell yeah Steve Harrington is loving this too! Why don’t all guys like eating out their girlfriends?
Eddie is bouncing off all four walls if he doesn’t eat pussy soon.
Actually one of the first things he wants to do sexually. Yeah the first time he has sex he’s trying not to cream his pants but he’s also so desperate to please. But also to taste... to experience all that loveliness. The first time he does it it’s not only to please, but to try and prove he’s good, he likes them, to try and make himself good enough so they don’t leave, but he very quickly realises they all will. Well until you that is. Although Eddie Munson does go through a little bit of a slutty era before that - I mean, he was doomed by having that slutty, slutty waist.
After the first girl or two it’s mostly about pleasing his lovely lady acquaintances. But also a little bit of pride knowing their jock boy toys will never be as good as him, and those girls will know it, and never be able to feel the same with them after. He hopes it frees his good old friends, get them some real partners. And yeah, to give them one hell of a lifetime ride.
The all encompassing warmth and smell and taste and sounds and feel of you is something Eddie craves constantly. It’s like his safe place. That and it really helps with his oral fixation. And the man is obsessed. He will not be leaving you for hours. He’s biting all up your arm, big chomps over and over, beforehand, licking at you randomly, pretending he’s so sweet to kiss your cheek but actually poking it with the tip of his tongue. These aren’t even always precursors to Eddie’s meal of the day, he is just like that.
He wants to bury himself there and breathe you only. Why should Eddie care about o2 or whatever that bitches name is, they didn’t help him pass chemistry. The only chemistry Eddie cares about is between you and him... You push his face away in retaliation at that awful flirting. But Eddie is pouncing right back, laugh roaring, and biting down over your pelvis, which gets you to push him away again, this time with a laughing shriek. He’s just eager, he won’t bite where it hurts, but like, if you’re gonna be running your hands through his hair as you’re calling his name, he’s going to surprise lick your fingers occasionally. Or bite. Maybe suck on something a little. Your thighs and boobs are constantly getting apology smooches for Eddie being very bad and biting down on them.
He wants to live smothered in your love for him, the physical show all around him that you love him right now and are not leaving and he’s making you feel good in this moment, but also it’s you, encompassing him. Everything about you is safety and security and love for him. It’s another reason Eddie will absolutely bury his face in your boobies too </3
And when you finally let him indulge his oral fixation down there, three hours later - with breaks and water and checking in on you in between - his arms are wrapped around your thighs and he’s scooching forwards as you pull your legs, and therefore him, up the bed, with the biggest and ‘wettest’ pout on his face, begging you he just needs to be in there for a little more time. Please say you can go another round? He’s desperate. He’ll do anything baby, he just wants to worship you some more.
Eddie sometimes headbutts face first into your boobs and swears he will starve without tasting your pretty pussy. You’re more worried he’s going to fucking drown.
Eddie will happily get smothered to death though if it means drinking everything up. One of the only times you saw Eddie frown in bed (or anywhere you two were fucking) was when you were sitting on his face, and kept pulling back because you were worried you would hurt him. Eddie was stubbornly telling you that he could take it, you were fine, and you were wrong; and you swear he was going to use your body as an unwilling weapon to kill himself, because he was pulling you back down on his face so determinedly, you weren’t sure you could move from his grip pulling you down if you even wanted - you definitely did not want. Not when it was Eddie fucking Munson whose face you were riding.
Another excellent point in his favour, Eddie is wild. Very passionate. Extremely intuitive and very well versed/knowledgable. So he’s a god at eating out.
Changes up nearly every single time because he knows how to go with the flow and read you so well. It’s not just experience or anything Eddie is very well tuned to what you like and don’t, and he can pick up on you easily. Eating out just comes so so naturally to him it’s insane. And the fact he just goes ballistic down on you, absolutely feral for you, makes things even more sensational. He’ll eat you out in every which way possible. Staring up at you with those big fucking dark brown eyes. Those pretty thick lips glistening and swollen.
And when looking into his deep doe eyes is what makes you finally cum over his tongue, Eddie is chuckling breathily in that sweet voice into your cunt, and you’re cumming harder. The noises he makes too, little hums he doesn’t even know he’s sounding, he’s just enjoying himself that much, the sloppy eager sounds as he laps and sucks and kisses and eats at you, and then the fucking moans and swears and whines and groans and whimpers, and all the sweet suave words he tells you each time. When they’re sounded while his mouth is around you, the vibrations make you go crazy, something Eddie absolutely knows.
One time he winked to you after his laugh into your crotch made your eyes roll into your skull, and when he sweetly batted his eyelashes into your sensitive nipped thighs, just to make you feel even more, he really got his hair knotted into, and tugged further into your ‘embrace’.
Eddie will use any part of his face, ride his nose, or he’ll nuzzle it, tickling your thighs or belly with his eyelashes, scraping his teeth down them, using his lips to kiss and suck and mouth and vibrate on you, not to mention whatever ungodly power was given to Eddie’s tongue. Holy fuck Eddie’s tongue must have been blessed or something. His whole face is rubbing against you, he’s utilising it all, and Eddie wants his face covered in your cum, to the point it’s streaming down his neck and dripping onto his chest tattoo <3
And he’ll leave sessions having not had you take care of him once, all he wanted to do was go down on you. Get that taste, and make you feel so good. It makes him feel good too, even if not in that way, it just really does. Sometimes eating you out for a while is really all Eddie wants. Either for as long as he can get, or even a quick session before one of you has to go. He once joked that even with his life, it was the only addiction he has. Although you swear you watch him go through withdrawal. You’d say kinda regularly actually, but you two are going at it enough it doesn’t get to be too much of a problem <3.
It surprised you a little when you first dated him, that sometimes Eddie would ask you if you two could do that, and then that’s all that’d happen, unless you initiated further. When Eddie said that that shouldn’t be surprising, goddamn he did make you fall for him even more. You tell him he has a blessed tongue in many ways, although Eddie is very aware of that.
Sometimes sure he’ll rub one or multiple out under you, or buck against his mattress as he does so. One time even using your leg, because you were stood at the bathroom sink and he just had to have a taste of you before he could sleep. Trust me, eating you out is well more than enough to get Eddie Munson off. Sometimes all Eddie is focused on is pussy and he’s absolutely enjoying himself extremely, being touched himself or not. After all, he is getting to do one of his favourite all time things with you.
#Steve Harrington/reader#Eddie Munson/reader#citrussy#Steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#Steve Harrington hears about the Konami code and goes is the cllit the b button or a?#so in conclusion eddie is not only a natural but a god of this but Steve is trying his best and genuinely learning each and each time which#just means you’ve gotta practice even more :)) and he is very on target abt making sure you’re well looked after <33#but I could actually go on forever with thoughts abt these two and this I will never stop having thoughts on this#Steve Harrington thoughts#Steve Harrington drabble#Eddie Munson drabble#Eddie Munson thoughts#Steve Harrington x reader#Eddie Munson x reader#eddie munson hcs#Steve Harrington hcs#stranger things#anon#ask
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bestfriend! akaashi who first introduced himself formerly to you when the teacher paried you both up for an english project.
bestfriend! akaashi who was in awe at how smart and witty you were and soon got to know you and became friends you quickly after.
bestfriend! akaashi who spends time with you more often than not — your company brings him a sense of unknown comfort and he might've gotten a little too cozy around you.
bestfriend! akaashi who showed up at your doorstep for your birthday, with cookies he baked himself and that one perfume you had your eyes on for a while as a gift.
bestfriend! akaashi who never fails to smile and laugh at your silly, lame jokes — who doesn't notice how his heart flutters everytime you make one.
bestfriend! akaashi who finally realizes that he might have fallen for you a couple of weeks before graduation — the fluttering of his heart and the heat of his face have become too evident to ignore — and he's not sure what to do with the overwhelming feeling of emotion he has towards you.
bestfriend! akaashi who thinks fuck it and asks you out for prom, and watches as your eyes widen in shock before you laugh and he doesn't believe his ears when he hears you answer with yes.
bestfriend! akaashi who you pull on to the dancefloor and convince him to dance with you to the slow dance song, and he doesn't believe it when by the end of the song you press your lips to his.
boyfriend! akaashi who tastes so sweet like vanilla and whose cologne is so overwhelmingly strong that it completely engulfs you whenever your body presses up close to his.
boyfriend! akaashi who is subtle with his physical affection, but his hand is always linked with yours, and sometimes you feel the tips of his fingers press against the small of your back as he leads you through a crowd.
boyfriend! akaashi whose kisses are soft and tender, just a mere peck to your lips whenever he says hello or goodbye.
boyfriend! akaashi who brings flowers to every date of yours, who brought you red roses to your first date because they're a good classic and ideal but then usually brings you hand picked flowers or paper flower bouquets.
boyfriend! akaashi who took you out to his favourite cafe for your first date and ordered your drink for you and paid for it despite your trying to convince him you'd pay for your own drink.
boyfriend! akaashi who brings you random gifts from time to time, whether it be something expensive such as a watch or a bag you wanted or a handmade gift such as his hand written letters that he pours his heart out into them for you.
boyfriend! akaashi who is an old fashioned lover — ladies first he'd say as he opens the door for you, he pays for everything you ask for whenever the two of you are out together and who bends down to tie your shoes whenever they get loose.
boyfriend! akaashi who gifted you a moon stone necklace for your first year anniversary together, it was so beautiful you couldn't believe your eyes — he clasped it around your neck in front of the mirror and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, you look so beautiful, love he had whispered into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.
boyfriend! akaashi who loves you with every ounce of his being, and thought he isn't the most vocal about it, you do know it from your photo albums, your gifts, and the time spent together.
tagging : @ermespop (headcanons as promised) & @keyz-writes
#i legit forgot hoe to characterize akaashi bye#also first time writing headcanons so we'll see how this goes#haikyuu#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagine#akaashi keiji#akaashi fluff#akaashi headcanons#akaashi drabbles#akaashi scenarios#akaashi x reader
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Eddie flounders, arms flailing as his feet slip out from under him for the fourth time, and he lands chin first on the scuffed-up ice with a hard thud.
“Oww,” he moans miserably to himself as he sits up. He lifts a numb hand to his mouth to inspect the damage—fingerless gloves doing fuck-all to defend against the stinging cold—and the tips of his frozen fingers come back speckled with warm red from where he bit his tongue on the way down.
Fucking ice skating. Max better appreciate the effort he’s making.
He’s in the middle of a mostly empty rink (arms crossed over his chest, ass wet from the ice, fully pouting in public but who cares his tongue and chin fucking hurt), and he’s thinking about just staying there—sulking in place for the remainder of the open-skate session until a Zamboni comes to sweep him away—when an employee spots him and comes skating over to help.
The guy moves with a graceful, practiced ease, swift enough to send his honey brown hair flowing out behind him as he glides over the ice, and he stops neatly in front of Eddie with a tap of his toepick. “Need a hand?” he asks, offering his, and oh no he’s hot why does he have to be hot jesus christ
“‘M fine,” Eddie mumbles into his knees, face flaming. His eyes are wet, and his cheeks are all splotchy, and he’s being such a petulant, wounded little baby right now, but like.
If Hot Guy could kindly fuck off instead of witnessing this ridiculous behavior, that would be so cool and sexy of him.
“Hey,” Hot Guy says, voice gentle. His downturned puppy eyes go soft with concern when he spots the blood on Eddie’s lip, and he crouches down into a squat and rests a hand on Eddie’s knee.
The fingers of his other hand reach out, hesitant, hovering in the space between them like he wants to cup Eddie’s chin but doesn’t want to hurt his bruised skin. Eddie’s eyes widen at the gesture, kind of humiliatingly turned on by how tender it is, and his lip wobbles and oh God he is not about to cry in front Hot Guy he’s not doing it he’s not—
The guy offers him a reassuring pat. “Bit your tongue?”
Eddie nods. Hot Guy smiles sympathetically. “Yeah, that’ll do it. I bit the shit out of the inside of my cheek last week trying to race my coworker,” he tells Eddie, shaking his head with a little laugh. “Hurt so bad.”
Fuck, his laugh is pretty. Eddie can’t help but smile, too.
The guy claps Eddie’s knee again and shoves himself back up to standing. “Come on,” he says, offering a hand. “Let’s get you patched up.”
Eddie takes it this time.
He lets himself be hoisted to his feet, gripping the lapels of the other man’s jacket for dear life as he gets his balance. Hot Guy, bless him, just brackets Eddie’s waist between his hands, steadying him with warm, broad palms splayed beneath his ribs, and then they’re toe-to-toe, standing so close that their breaths fog into a mingled cloud.
H.G. flashes a brilliant smile. “I’m Steve, by the way.”
“Eddie.”
“Nice to meet you, Eddie,” he says sincerely. He slides his hands from Eddie’s waist to his elbows, trailing down to take both of his hands in a sure grip, and then he swivels his feet and starts slowly skating backwards across the rink, dragging Eddie along with him. “What are you doing out here by yourself?”
Eddie snorts, rolls his eyes at himself. Yes, what, indeed, he thinks, blowing a wild curl out of his face. “It’s a long story.”
Steve grins. “I have a long shift.”
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie drabble#steddie fluff#steve harrington#eddie munson#my writing#eddie offered to take max skating because her mom is never around#only then he remember ‘oh right i don’t know how to ice skate. shit’ so he’s trying to learn before he goes with max#because she WILL mock him until the end of time if he she sees him busting his ass every twelve seconds like this#thankfully steve is there to help him learn (and be very ridiculously good looking while he does it)
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warsh_tippy and zelda by whatever, dad
#i need everyone to understand my primal craving for soft domesticity in the context of a high intensity competitive sport#it is so important to me....#just a little drabble#very little polish but its okay You all are not here for QUALITY youre here for YAOI#charles leclerc#max verstappen#lestappen#this one goes out to my twitter mutuals
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luffy has always been a sort of religion to the straw hats. his laughter is his light is his love is his joy, and he spreads it with glee wherever he goes.
the sunny is infused with his will, his freedom, and every breath they take, every pledge they make to him, every delighted laugh at his playful antics, every quietly uttered aye, captain — each is a prayer in and of itself. their dinner table is a shrine filled with offerings and the ship is the church in which they worship but never kneel, because luffy would not be luffy if he and his nakama were not equal.
all those that he meets become devoted to him and his cause, entranced by the blinding warmth of the bouncing god shaped like a boy who laughs and laughs and embraces them with arms that feel like coming home. to ally with him is a pilgrimage, following in his sandaled, flame-bright footsteps as if tracing a delicate prayer through sun-warmed sand. those who he protect may bask in his warmth, but his wrath burns white-hot and tastes like ash in the mouths of false gods.
his laughter is a soldering barrage that marches on and on, howling beat loudly, heart! joyboy, joyboy, the burnbright sun has returned! but, oh, whispers the sky, he has been here all along! he has lived in the quiet prayers of his nakama, because he was their god long before he was nika, because his grin is a promise and his guffaw is a war cry, and the road to freedom is paved by his rays.
luffy is-the-sun-and-has-been-the-sun-and-will always-be-the-sun, and when his family worships him he will always worship them right back. a god, after all, is built not only on the belief of others but the belief of a god in those most dedicated to him, and the delicate reverence that nestles in the nooks and crannies of the sunny is anything but one-sided.
#a crew is a religion that goes both ways#thoughts on luffy being a sun god#i am so normal abt him!!!!!#he is just so loved!!#worlds most important boy#monkey d. luffy#monkey d. rufy#monkey d luffy#luffy#gear 5 luffy#straw hat luffy#sun god nika#nika one piece#nika the sun god#nika luffy#gear 5th#one piece#op#one piece fic#drabble#mugiwara no luffy#straw hat pirates#mugiwara kaizoku#god luffy#rambles#writing#prose#wrote this instead of the essay im supposed to have done by now#1pc#txt
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me to LJ @itsokbbygrl
So..period sex drabble with pornstar!joel? 🥵👀
PERIOD SEX DRABBLE WITH PORNSTAR!JOEL!!!!!!
PERIOD SEX + BREEDING KINK + CREAMPIE DRABBLE WITH PORNSTAR!JOEL!!!!
🦅🦅🦅
#RAHHHH#pornstar!joel#drabble ideas#good heavens#I know that he goes fucking feral with the reader okay#he’s so fucking turned on
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Nahhh imagine fyodor spending all his time on knee, bruised from worship god!reader, devoting his mind body and soul to reader just for their first words in millennia to be to dazai? The sheer amount of physical and mental pain ratty would feel would be astronomical
you guys!!!! are so cruel come here anon you get a kiss for your wonderful little mind this is more on the sillier side sometimes i like to have fun too
cw: yandere themes
for the first few months after fyodor decided to monopolize your divinity for himself, you refused to acknowledge him. refused to speak to him, or even let him see the slightest reaction from you. he silently prays, wallowing in his own misery and devotion, and you let your mind wander.
the thing that lingers the most on your mind these days is the run-in you had with a strange man in the hospital, right before your fateful encounter with fyodor. he looked absolutely delighted to see you, and had quickly started flirting with you, right after brushing off his injury as a 'little incident'. you remember him complimenting your hands and asking for your thoughts on double suicide and then....
what happened after that? he told you his name, didn't he? though now, you can't quite put your finger on what it was. all you remember is that you shook him off, albeit slowly, and that was that. all of a sudden, you're reminded of a particular name fyodor mentions on a regular basis. it's the name of your supposed enemy, someone standing in the way of fyodor's, and consequently, your, goals (according to him, anyway). you've deduced by now that fyodor could get pretty intense with his methods, so when he mentions that he had a dazai shot, your interest is finally piqued.
lost as you were in your own thoughts and recollections, you fail to realize that the word had already escaped your mouth in a soft sigh, "dazai..."
silence immediately fills the room, and the sudden, jarring tension that accompanied it startled even you. fyodor's mouth had stopped moving, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"dazai..." he echoes, his voice weaker than you've ever heard it.
you quickly return to your unresponsive state, hoping he doesn't ask more of it, or take this as a sign that you were listening. but it didn't seem to matter, because fyodor was clearly lost in his own thoughts. you wonder if it's panic that has him seized, or fear, envy, or something more complicated.
after a short, awkward period of silence, fyodor excuses himself from the room, and you're again left alone with only your thoughts
#after this fyodor goes shopping for bandages#ask 🐟#anon 🐟#bsd 🐟#yandere bsd#yandere bungo stray dogs#yandere bungou stray dogs#yandere x reader#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader#yandere fyodor x reader#yandere fyodor dostoevsky#god reader 🐟#fyodor 🐟#drabble 🐟#so funny i love maing him cry
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hii can i request a drabble? maybe yoongis pov when he saw JK’s story with yn and tae? 🫣 did he message JK to ask about yn? lol
I loved writing this, sign me up for some angsty yoongi!!!
title: drunk (yoongi's version)
pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader
series: so it goes
timeline: during drunk
words: 1.1k
warnings: alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism, mentions of sex in front of a mirror (? sjfdask kind of explicit?
reminder that requests are currently closed until next chapter.
There was a very drunk Yoongi sitting on the stool of his own kitchen. All of the lights were turned off, his face was only illuminated by the bright screen of his phone.
He rested his chin on the mouth of the bottle of beer he was drinking, scrolling through his phone on instagram, hoping to find another welding video made by a fifty year old that could distract him for the rest of the night.
Yoongi had never been too into social media, he was close to being thirty and was barely interested in that stuff. The only reason he had an instagram account was because his manager told him so, he said that it was a great way to promote his music, (which Yoongi thought it was logical) interact with his fans (which Yoongi agreed) and to stay relevant (which Yoongi thought it was bullshit).
His instagram feed consisted mostly of pictures of his studio, selfies of himself that you helped him choose and maybe a few pictures of Holly, but nothing else. He barely used it, he was not interested until three weeks ago when you left his apartment. Now he watched all of your friend’s stories, hoping to see you in one of them. You know, modern age love.
That night Jungkook’s icon shined bright on his screen, indicating that he had posted a story. He waited a few seconds to open it in case he just posted it, he remembered you told him that it was weird to watch someone’s story if they posted it seconds ago, Yoongi didn’t understand why. People posted for people to see, right? Why would it be weird? Apparently, no one agreed with him, so he just waited.
He headed to his room with his phone in his hands, keeping Jungkook’s story in sight in case he suddenly deleted it. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he laid on his bed and tapped on the icon, waiting for the story to appear.
They were two, the first one was a picture of Jungkook with Bora, his girlfriend. She was kissing him on the cheek while he smiled with his eyes closed. Jungkook posted those kinds of pictures a lot lately, it made Yoongi feel incredibly sick and jealous. He could never see himself posting photos like that with you, but he could totally see you doing it.
Before watching the next story, he closed the app and opened his gallery, curious about how your pictures together looked like in contrast to the ones that Jungkook posted.
Most of the pictures were taken by you, there was one where both of you were eating ice cream on the street and another one on his bed one morning, he was hugging your neck with his arm and you were making a duck face. He was smiling in each one of them, but he seemed… distracted?
When he scrolled down enough, he came across a private folder that he had, it was the reason he didn’t let anyone touch his phone except for you. He scoffed, thinking how strange it was that he did not have a single photo kissing you yet a whole folder with pictures of you naked.
Some of them you sent to him and some of them he took himself, there was a time where he looked at them and couldn’t decide which ones he liked more. Yes, he liked snapping pictures at you when you were in bed with him, but there was something about picturing you taking your clothes off to pose in front of the mirror wearing just black lace panties.
There was a particular video that caught him off guard, the one you both decided to record when Yoongi was about to fly to Japan and stay there for work for a whole week. Yoongi hugged his pillow and allowed himself to watch the beginning of it. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the big mirror of his room, you were sitting naked on his lap, your back was pressed against his bare chest, spreading your legs for him. In the silence of his room he could hear your low moans and shaky breaths as he thrusted in and out of you, running one of his hands all over your torso to keep you in place, recording the reflection on the mirror with the other one.
In the video you threw your head back to his shoulder as he kissed your neck and played with your breast with his long fingers, he could clearly see how you were coming apart with each one of his movements. It was just the first time that you decided to do something like that, but Yoongi was quick to notice that no matter how shy you were, you liked being watched like that.
After coming back from Japan he had asked if he could keep the video, you told him that he didn’t need to ask that.
His heart clenched, he closed the video before it finished. He couldn’t remember how many times he watched it when he was away, but now it just felt bad. He found himself feeling jealous of the Yoongi on the screen, he had you all for himself but the Yoongi of the present decided to screw everything up. It was hard to see you so close to him when you were so far away.
He sighed, suddenly remembering why he was watching those pictures in the first place, Jungkook’s story. He opened the app and searched Jungkook’s profile, tapping once again on his icon.
At first, Yoongi was too drunk to see that after three weeks of stalking Jungkook, he had finally posted a picture of you, but his eyes were betraying him by making him believe that you were sitting next to a guy. Yoongi tried to focus his gaze, but he couldn’t be sure of how close he was to you.
He rubbed his eyes and when he regained consciousness enough, he could see that you were indeed next to a guy, he was tagged on the picture too. Wasting no time, he tapped on his name and started stalking his profile, it was someone he never met. Yoongi didn’t remember you ever mentioning someone called Jaehyung…or did it say Taehyung?
It was at that moment that he decided he didn’t like that guy, whoever he was. After five minutes of going through each one of his posts, he didn’t understand why you were in that picture with him. Were you hanging out with him? A devilish voice in Yoongi’s head told him that it was probably a double date, it made sense in his intoxicated mind. Jungkook was with Bora and you were with Baekhyung (Taehyung).
No, you wouldn’t accept going on a date now, you were with him (no, you were not). It cannot be possible, but the proof was right in front of him.
Then, he got out of bed, determined to do something about it. But first, he opened another beer.
#asks#fic: so it goes#min yoongi fanfic#yoongi x reader#bts au#min yoongi one shot#min yoongi x oc#fic: ghost of you#min yoongi x reader#yoongi one shot#yoongi fanfiction#yoongi fanfic#bts x reader#bts smut#suga#yoongi#so it goes drabbles
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Mutt
Summary: After an ambush, Soap learns to trust the newest member of the 141
Pairing: Johnny Soap Mactavish x Fem!Werewolf!MC (call sign is Mutt)
warnings: vague description of violence and injuries.
word count: 800
thank you to: @captainsamwlsn @thesadvampire @humanransome-note @joel-mlller and @luxuryberzatto @madhyanas @littleferal and @djarin-junk for helping me with this story and rattle off in your ears about Mutt! I love you all so very very much <3
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“What are you?”
It was a valid question given the circumstances.
Soap could hardly count himself as conscious at that moment. It was a wave, pulling him back and forth until he was able to force his head to the surface, gasping for air and able to just barely look at his surroundings before he was pulled under again.
“Does it matter?”
It was dark out. He remembered it being dusk when they set out on their mission, the sun slowly setting in the horizon as Price told them to radio in at any issue and meet at their rendezvous point as soon at possible.
Fuck.
He broke the surface once more to notice that he wasn’t moving, but swaying side to side. Each step that crunches the ground is not his, but the blood drip, drip, dripping down, leaving a foreboding trail of their journey, is.
Your shoulder digs into the crevice of his chest with each movement.
“Yer carryin’ me, Mutt.”
“I am.”
You never spoke much. Johnny had equated you to Simon in that way, quiet and foreboding. Your actions spoke where your voice rasped in the shadows. Tucked in the corner booth of a pub when the others went to celebrate a job well done. The loyal guard dog, waiting on its haunches for an order.
He was the one who would move to you first. Setting a beer in front of you before sliding into the seat across from you with a tap of his knuckles on the polished table. His knee would bump yours every time. You’d never complain.
“Big scary bastards, the both of you.”
But then you’d give him a grin, a flash of your crooked canines so fast it was gone when he blinked.
“Well it’s a damn good thing you talk enough for all of us then.”
Jonathan Mactavish was only a stone’s throw from 215 pounds but you carried him without complaint. The swaying with each step made his head spin and looking up was too much work for him to trust himself not to vomit. He let his eyes drop and stare at the ground, watching you take one step after another in a steady rhythm like an infant listening to their mother’s heartbeat. Through the darkness, he’s able to make out the shadowed shape of your feet in the night.
“You’ve got no shoes on, Mutt.”
“Feels better this way.”
He can’t see much. Even if it weren’t for the blood loss and what he’s going to safely assume is a grade two concussion, it’s far too dark out for his surroundings to be seen as anything more than vague shapes and textures he can almost make heads or tails of.
Your eyes are focused on the trail ahead, already accustomed to the darkness in a way he’d never seen anybody else without night vision goggles or a Mag-light.
“Tried to reach Price but the comms are busted. You got your bell rung pretty bad back there but-” You shifted your grip on his body and he felt something sharp press against his ankle, a gentle warning that mouthed at the skin of his Achilles's tendon. “We're only a few miles away from the rendezvous point. Think you can keep it together until we get there?”
Claws. You had claws.
Through the nausea rolling through his body and the lights dancing behind his eyes, Soap could feel the fog begin to clear from his head. A flash of orders rising from his memory like the vision returning after a flash grenade.
He remembered seeing you charge through the muzzle flash and smoke like a vision. Uniform stained with the viscera of your enemies so dark he didn’t recognize you at first. The moment you came toward him he was raising his gun until he heard you speak.
“You know me, Johnny.”
But he didn’t. Not really.
When he looked at you there was no familiarity or trust. He knew the color of your eyes and the curl of your lips in a snarl but nothing else. Not your name or family nor the reason you joined.
In the darkness, moonlight glinted against your eyes and he found himself thinking of the coyotes in Las Almas that watched him and his team from the shadows, pacing with a choir of chattering yips and howls in the darkness, waiting for the proper time to pounce.
He’d never admit it but there was a pause, when his hand held the barrel of his gun steady at your head. Just as long as the width of the shallow breath trapped in his lungs, a split second where his pointer finger twitches, where the voice in his head urges him on.
“You never answered my question.”
He knows nothing of you except that the blood in your mouth was spilled for him.
“I’m your teammate. That ought to be enough for you.”
It would have to be.
#mutt tag#everybody say hi to mutt I love her#writing the cod men still scares me but were here for a fun time not a long time#thinking of just doing short little drabbles like this that show mutt's interactions with multiple men of the 141 and some eventual smut#because werewolf means HEAT#but we need to have some lore/background first so thats why this is here#writing that pairing description has me hiding my face in my hands#but middle school me is screaming in triumph#cringe is dead we do things for fun#johnny soap mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish x you#soap mactavish x reader#thinking itll become a poly ship as time goes on but we shall see#anyways i love mutt now lol shes my babygirl#soap mactavish x you#soap mactavish x female reader#female reader#johnny soap mactavish x female reader#theres probably a spelling error in here i missed but im. sleeby
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Harry was like the dark rain at the end of summer.
He rolled in like storm clouds on the horizon, a bright blue sky that faded slowly, then all at once to a dull dark grey. Harry walked into every room with a shade around him, dimming all the lights until he was the brightest source—a flash in the darkest dark—twisting, jagged just like that scar across his forehead.
Tom knew it the minute he laid his eyes on him, the moment that smell of ozone crept by, wafting and humid, sticking to him like a second skin.
#tomarry#tomarrymort#harrymort#my fic#drabble#late night drabbles#no i will NOT stop comparing harry to summer storms#and the same goes for tom to fire and the beating sun#🤣🤣🤣#i just like the idea of harry being something cool/chilling and pelting and tom being a blazing inferno#i like the idea that when they touch they sizzle and steam and turn hard like volcanic rock#whoever sees this so late(early?)-it will be a secret between us 😌
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It's Jillian who notices they've been noticed first, so it's Jillian who disentangles herself from Suzanne and promptly restores the buttons of her shirt to their rightful places.
Mother Superion turns around at her urgent, silent signal to find a paralysed, slack-jawed sister Camila gaping at the two of them just as a shy, devious little kiss shared behind a church column had grown deeper and dangerous.
As Jillian adjusts her collar, Superion reaches for her veil, as if it could hide her blushing.
“Camila, I… We can explain —”
But the young nun just smiles, overjoyed.
“I knew it!”
#doctor superion#jillian salvius#mother superion#sister camila#silly as all fuck i know i know. some prompts are a real hassle#not my best but hopefully not my worst#warrior nun#warrior nun drabble#narratives and similar#i need to get back to writing drabbles actually but i'm busy atm so you get these from a few weeks back#(busy with fic lol you'll see soon enough)#edit: i never fuck up tenses lol goes to show you how little sleep i've had. anyway. fixed now.
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He was a like a clouded thunderstorm. Tinted dark blue, impenetrable, intense, a storm so strong he’d knock down anything he placed his calloused fingers on. Then you came along. Sunlight, golden shades of amber that stilled his clouded grey skies. You were warmth, and when you touched him all he felt was home. The sunlight that sparked wildfire through his veins. A light so blinding that all he saw was you. His favorite shade was you.
#I love this old man so much#he deserves all the sunlight#I’m gonna give this man all my love#feeling inspired this morning#in my feels#Joel miller#Joel miller coded#tear you apart#tear you apart Joel coded#joel miller drabble#joel miller fluff#joel miller angst#all the feels#all this love goes to my writing#written with my whole heart and soul#outbreak!joel#joel miller the last of us#game joel miller
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“You need to stop being so reckless. Next time I see you, you’ll be missing an arm.”
Izuku smiles, a small wry curve of his lips. A line of blood tracks straight down his forehead from a sizeable scrape where he’d been tossed face-first into a concrete wall by a villain. Crimson splatters with ashy dirt on his hero suit to form an ugly image of his night. A single look to his torso had given you more details than he’d told you. His expression scrunches into a wince at the sting of alcohol on his head wound. You feel no regret for dabbing the cotton pad slightly harder than necessary.
“And don’t bother apologizing,” you grumble under your breath, “You never mean it.”
You’re somewhat gratified to see that he appears a little sheepish from your words, at least.
“I am sorry for coming to you like this,” he murmurs gently, dark viridian eyes studying your features.
Your hand falters in its motions for a second. Sorry for waking you up late again, is what he means. Sorry for worrying you, sorry for letting you care for me. He’ll never apologize for his job, though. He’ll never be sorry for saving lives.
Touch easing up a little, you sigh and use your other hand to gently hold his jaw and tilt his head up. You aren’t sure what he sees in your face, but it makes his gaze soften and eyebrows furrow a little. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.
“Don’t,” you reply quietly. “Don’t apologize for needing me.”
He huffs a crude chuckle, slightly uncharacteristically mocking, “I pay a professional doctor with a healing quirk at my agency to do exactly this,” your eyes narrow, ready to snap back about wasting his time with an inexperienced nurse when he continues. “I came here ‘cause I wanted to see you.”
That stumps you silent. Your fingers twitch around the cotton they hold up, unmoving. Your eyes stay firmly on the broken skin, refusing to discover what expression he’s giving you. Throat dry, heart pounding almost painfully against your chest, you force the next words out into the air,
“Good… Don’t go anywhere else.”
He exhales a light breath through his nose. Stiffly, you remove the pad, now soaked through with blood, and throw it into the garbage can next to you. You rip open a new one to replace it. As you bring it back to his forehead, your eyes unintentionally pass over the rest of his features, where they freeze, captivated by the gaze he’s set on you.
When Izuku had trudged apologetically through your front door at half past two in the morning, you’d immediately taken him in by the bruised arm and trotted to your bathroom, pointing at the closed toilet seat with a clenched jaw. Obediently, he’d sat and you’d begun your work standing over him.
Despite this position, however, you barely tower over him as much as you might have liked. Though he’s sitting down, Izuku is still ridiculously big. Physically, his body is dense, compact with firm muscles and strong bones so that he’s always somehow still larger than you. This is only emphasized by the self-assured, unwavering presence he’s learned to carry with him throughout the years, his innate intensity filling out all the lingering space between you and crowding the air in your lungs.
This same intensity shines in the look he fixes on you, like he’s trying to sink into your thoughts to figure out what those words really mean. Like maybe, if he could peer into your mind, he’d finally be able to understand why every encounter with you feels as intimate as it does.
The air around you seems to hold its breath, afraid to exhale in fear of shattering this moment, one as sacred as the hush of a crowd contemplating their prayers. Without realizing, your eyes had dropped down to his mouth, the bottom lip swelling purple and red, pleading to be further bruised. The second you register his tongue flicking out to lick them, you snap your eyes back to Izuku’s. Your mouth dries at how low his gaze has dropped, too.
An eternity passes where none of you do a single thing. Slowly, naturally, you drift closer, heads tilting like two magnets split off a whole piece coming together again. His breath wafts warmly over your face, and even beneath your bathroom's shitty fluorescent lights, his eyes seem to glitter impossibly brighter at the proximity. Your nose brushes lightly against his, mind intoxicated with the heady, earthy scent of him surrounding your senses. It clouds your every thought, until your eyes are sliding shut and you’re closing the final centimeter between you—
And his phone rings.
The shrill noise startles you both apart. Your breathing picks up at the shock of being seized back into the present, away from this isolated space in time you had crafted for yourselves. In the cramped space of your bathroom, the ringing should be deafening to your ears, but the sudden blood rushing through your head overcomes its disdainful shrieks. You lower your head in a flimsy attempt to hide the embarrassment spreading through your cheeks, busying yourself with the first aid kit and forbidding yourself from even glancing at him. You have no idea what he's doing or how he looks, but the hard weight of his stare and the continuous ringing begin to make your hands clammy.
You’re desperately trying to get your breathing under control when you finally see his hands move in your periphery. Calloused fingers slip into his pocket for a moment before reappearing with a phone. He taps the screen and clears his throat.
"Hello?" His voice is rough, blunt edges of restraint scraping pleasantly against your ears, "Yeah, it's all good. I'll be back soon," a pause. "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just… doing a quick round over the surrounding neighborhoods, making sure everything's quiet," another pause, then he laughs, a weak and strained thing. "Yeah, yeah, it is, so no need to worry about me. I'm not number one for nothing."
The words make you swallow dryly around the lump in your throat, fingers tightening their hold on the bandage in your hands. They're a reminder for what you'd almost stupidly forgotten: he is the number one hero. Before he is his, before he is yours, he is a hero that belongs to the public. It’s not a reality that could change simply because you wish it to, because more than Izuku may desire you, he needs to be the one to keep this country safe. He’ll wear himself down to the bone doing what’s been instilled in him to do since childhood, and has become intrinsic to who he is.
You can't allow yourself to long for him, not when you'd only receive the leftovers of himself that the people don’t want.
A few more things are said before he's murmuring his goodbyes. The call ends with a simple tap to his screen. Silence fills the air once more, frigid and still.
Then, he softly calls your name.
"Can… can we talk? Please? I—"
"There's nothing to talk about." Your voice strikes the air like a judge's gavel; rigid, resounding, final. With wooden movements, you apply the bandage on the cleaned wound and don’t bother giving him your usual double check to make sure everything has been tended to. You turn away and begin putting everything back in the kit.
"You're all done. I have to be at the hospital at six tomorrow." Please leave, please don't make this harder than it needs to be.
And maybe he thinks that this conversation would be better had another time, when you're both not carrying the weight of your exhaustion and the implications of what had almost occurred. Or maybe he's also realized what you'd foolishly forgotten earlier; that a relationship with half of a man is hardly a relationship at all. Whatever the reason, it renders him quiet and yielding. He gets up as you take your time putting everything away, and treads slowly towards the open bathroom door. He pauses beneath the arch, and you squeeze your eyes shut like a child trying to hide from the seeker in front of them.
A beat passes, then, softly, "Sleep well, Y/N."
Faint stars begin to twinkle in the artificial darkness you've created for yourself. Your ears strain to hear the final footfall of Izuku stepping out and the low echo of your front door falling shut. A shaky exhale pushes itself out of your chest. For minutes, you don't open your eyes, frightened of the reality that might stare back at you in the mirror.
You can't allow yourself to love a man that barely belongs to himself.
#izuku x reader#bnha x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#izuku angst#bnha angst#mha x reader#mha angst#izuku drabble#bnha drabble#izuku midoriya angst#SORRY this is a bit rubbish but i havent written anything in months so im rusty rn#it might be rough for a little while but im trying to ease back into writing so lets see how it goes :3#a.writes#❥.bnha
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