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anikaluv · 9 months

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I'LL ACCEPT YOU —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: suggestive, nudes, Mrs. Morales a lil mean to reader at first (motherly instinct at its finest)

❤︎︎ summary: You were at the dinner table, meeting Miles' mom for the first time, when he excused himself to use the bathroom. As you sat there you noticed a polaroid picture of your breasts on the phone case that Miles had left behind. Now, you had to figure out how to explain this unexpected and embarrassing situation to his mother.

❤︎︎ w/c: 2.1k

❤︎︎ a/n: Everyone describes about how you and Rio would be best friends, but ion know, I feel like she’ll be a little skeptical about you like she was with Gwen in the movie. It's her little boy we’re talking about here. <3

Today was the day you finally met Miles' mother, the most important person in his life.

You wished you could have met her sooner, but her demanding schedule at the hospital made it impossible until now, after seven months of dating Miles. You had plenty of time to think about what to say and do, but it didn't stop the nerves from fluttering in your stomach.

"Baby, you'll be fine," Miles reassured you, rubbing your back affectionately. He knew how much meeting his mother weighed on your mind, but he had no doubt that the two of you would get along. As he rang the doorbell, he placed his hand on your waist. "She'll love you, promise."

Though you nodded in response to his kind words, your mind still raced with anxiety. You understood the importance of this dinner and were determined not to mess things up. Your hands started to rub against your jeans, becoming sweaty from the nervousness.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing Mrs. Morales herself, wearing a kitchen apron around her waist. She immediately looked towards Miles, speaking as if you weren't there. "Miles! What's taken you so long to come home? You know you can't-" It was then she finally realized your presence.

She paused mid-sentence, turning her attention to you, giving you a quick up-and-down glance that made you feel insecure about your outfit choice. You knew you should’ve went with the sweater instead of this stupid T-Shirt. "Oh? Hello there, who are you?" she inquired.

Feeling put on the spot, you started to mumble a small introduction, but she asked you to repeat yourself. Before you could gather your thoughts, Miles came to your rescue. "Mamá, este es mi pareja, [your name]” (Mom, this is my lover, [your name] ). Even after Miles introduced you, you could sense that Rio was still on guard, her protective instincts clearly showing proudly.

You held up the little vase of flowers you had bought as a gift for her, feeling a bit on edge as you offered it to her. She took it with a skeptical look in her eyes. " [Your name], it's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Morales," you greeted her politely, extending your hand for a handshake. However, she merely stared at your hand and didn't reciprocate the gesture. Instead, she spoke with a hint of disdain, "Charmed to meet you," leaving you feeling a little embarrassed as you withdrew your hand.

Miles chuckled uncomfortably at the situation and attempted to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Mama! I can smell something from the kitchen all the way from here! Is dinner ready?”, he said, acknowledging the delicious aroma of the food. Like a switch, Rio turned to her son with a warm smile.

“Yes, mi chulo (cutie). I’m almost finished, come eat.” She started to turn around and walk back inside, but then paused and turned her head, giving you a cold stare that seemed to pierce through your soul. “Ah, and you too, I suppose.” You felt a pang of disappointment as you looked at Miles, realizing that things were going downhill so quickly.

He met your gaze with hopeful eyes and spoke to you, "She just needs to get to know you, that's all." It was meant to reassure you, and while you appreciated his support, you couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling in your heart. You sighed deeply.

This was going to be a very long night.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, you’ve been eating for 30 minutes and it was just, awkward.

You could sense Mrs. Morales' disapproval lingering. Miles did his best to ease the atmosphere, cracking jokes and attempting to bridge the gap between you and his mother. However, it seemed that no matter what he did, Mrs. Morales remained distant.

You tried to engage in small talk and show genuine interest in her life, but your efforts seemed futile. Mrs. Morales gave brief responses and didn't seem interested in getting to know you at all. You felt like you were walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do anything that might upset her.

Miles held your hand tightly the whole time, providing you with a comforting anchor as you navigated the tense conversation. Rubbing small circles into your hand as you clenched his tightly every time you were being shot down in discussion . Miles was your rock, he supported you and helped you through everything. You were so grateful that he was always there-

“Hey, ill be right back, I have to use the bathroom.”

What the hell?

Mrs. Morales lifted her head from her food and nodded at him, “Okay, honey.”, however, you weren’t so ecstatic at the idea of Miles leaving you alone with his mother.

"Miles, what on earth are you thinking?" you whisper-shouted to him, panic evident in your voice. He chuckled at your anxious tone. "You'll be fine, trust me, mami. Here, I'll leave my phone here so you know I won't take long." Miles placed his phone on the table, but you couldn't spare it a glance, too busy giving him a look filled with betrayal. "I'll be right back," he reassured, leaving a tender kiss on your temple before standing up and excusing himself one last time.

“Well this is just great”, you thought. Your plate was finished 15 minutes ago, so you’ve just been with talking to Miles and trying to include Rio in you two's conversations, but now that he’s not here, you’ve settled at twirling your food on your fork.

Suddenly, Mrs. Morales cleared her throat loudly, catching your attention. Your neck snapped up weakly to meet her gaze. She crossed her arms, her posture becoming more assertive. "So, what exactly are your intentions with my son?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow in a challenging manner. Your posture straightened, and you swallowed nervously, your mind going blank. Desperately searching for something to focus on other than Rio's piercing gaze, your eyes landed on Miles' phone case.

That's when you noticed it.

Sat inside Miles clear phone case was a polaroid of your breasts. You gasped seeing the picture, trying to figure out when Miles even did this. It showed them cupped by Miles hand, nipples erect and outward, with bruises left by him all over your skin. You body instantly flushed, how long has Miles phone been sitting on the table? Has Rio seen it?

"Hey, what's that?" Rio asked, her voice pulling you back to the present moment. You realized you had completely forgotten about the current situation, causing you to hastily flip the phone to the other side and let out a nervous "Nothing!" You hoped to divert her attention, but Rio remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on your phone.

"Is that a picture of you on the back of Miles' phone case? That's… cute. Let me see," she said, her curiosity getting the better of her. Your heart skipped a beat, panic setting in.

You knew you couldn't let her see that polaroid. "No! You can't! It's really… embarrassing," you mumbled, your hand instinctively scratching the back of your neck as you tried to sound as convincing as possible.

In response, you could see Rio's eyebrows raise, her interest piqued even more. You knew things were getting out of hand but before you can attempt to change the subject, Rio stops you.

“Wait, is that what I think it is?”

Your heart rate spiked; did she figure it out? You were certain she'd be furious. The mere thought of not being with Miles was unbearable. These rapid thoughts flooded your mind, each one appearing before the last could finish. Before you could answer, you heard Rio burst into laughter.

"Dios mio (Oh my god)…that's hilarious!" The cold demeanor she once had towards you melted away as quickly as it came. You joined in her laughter, relieved that she didn't seem mad about the situation. The bonding moment between the two of you felt genuine and comforting. You had expected her to be more strict, but her laughter was a welcome surprise.

As the tension subsided, Rio looked into your eyes with warmth, a smile lighting up her face. "Jeff used to do that too, take embarrassing pictures of me hang them up in his room. I can see why you're embarrassed. You probably made a really silly face, huh?" You nodded along with her until she reached the last sentence. She thought the picture on the phone case was of you making a silly face?

You laughed awkwardly, shifting in your chair as you tried to play it off. “Yeah! I was making a really foolish face in there, haha.” Your hands waved around dramatically trying the explain the picture to her, anything you made up immediately coming out of your lips. She chuckled at your dramatic performance.

She shook her head taking a sip of the tea she made, “That boy and his tricks, he reminds me more of Jeff everyday…”. Her face slowly turned toward a framed picture of the three of them. Jeff having Miles in a headlock rubbing his head while they’re both laughing, Rio smiling as she took the picture.

The memory depicted a happy and complete family, and you could see the love in Rio's eyes as she looked at the photo. She turned back to you, her tone delicate, filled with the fear of losing her son again. "My son can't lose another person," she whispered.

Rio placed her hand on the table, leaning forward to speak directly to you. "Just promise me you'll always be there for my boy, and I'll accept you," she said, her words sincere and heartfelt. You placed your hand gently on top of hers and replied, "I intend to be there for him until his last day, Ms. Morales." The seriousness in your voice conveyed your commitment.

Rio hummed, processing your response, and then smiled, sitting back into her chair content with your answer. Maybe you were the one who could make this broken family complete again, she thought.

As Miles walked back into the room after using the bathroom, he immediately sensed the warm and playful atmosphere between you and his mother. He sat back in his chair, casually draping his arm around your neck, joining the conversation. "What did I miss out on?" he asked with a playful tone. Both you and Rio exchanged knowing smirks, teasing him with a simple "nothing," which only made Miles grin even wider.

As you answered Rio's questions about you and Miles relationship, Miles let you and her bond and decided to bring his phone out on the table and scroll through social media, accidentally leaving the back in Rio's line of vision. Suddenly, you heard Rio gasp loudly and choke on her tea, causing you to exchange concerned glances with Miles. Worried about what had happened, both of you turned your attention to where she was looking; realizing what had caused her reaction, you both fell silent.

Rio now had a lot of more questions than before.

EXTRA: You screamed at Miles as soon as you left the Morales home, play hitting him as he chuckled at your rage.

You screamed at Miles to keep going as you clenched the sheets as he layed kisses and bites all over your chest. Every bite harder than the last then met with kisses and whispers of sweet nothings that had you on the edge of losing your mind.

“Miles, how could you do that! You made me so scared!”, you complained. Holding his hand as he walked you home. Pouting as he laughed at you not taking you seriously.

“Miles, how are you doing that? You’re making me feel so good!”, you babbled, mumbling little praises to Miles as he marked you, pinching your nipples as you wiggled in his grasp with your wrists held above your head.

You couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore as he tickled you. “C’mon, ma. Don’t make that face at me. I’m sorry, really.” He bent down and kissed your cheek as you crossed your arms at him.

You couldn’t hold in your moans anymore as he made you his. You were almost there but you felt Miles shift and get up and come back with a object in his hands as you continued to squirm.

“You just looked so pretty mami, I had to memorize it.” Miles flashes his signature grin at you. You couldn't stay mad at him, he was too handsome, you'll just have to get back at home some other way.

“You just look so pretty mami, I have to memorize it.” The camera flashes, capturing your beauty perfectly as Miles grins, carefully placing the polaroid on his desk, for safekeeping, at least for now.

ENDING A/N: I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE RIO THAT MEAN LMAOOO, but I feel like its also a lil cannon yk? After losing the love of her life, Miles is the only one she has left so yeah, she’s gonna be protective as hell over him.

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shidouryusm · 5 months

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✿༝༚༝༚ Satoru: 1 You: 0 ✿༝༚༝༚

content -> fluffy fluff, banters, teasing and touching, making out, mentions of hickey at the end, implied sexual innuendo at the end.

w/c- 1.6k

a/n -> Happy birthday to my blue eyed goober, I love this lil shit till infinity. @pastelle-rabbit to answer your ask more thoroughly hehehehe. And to every Gojo fucker, hope y'all enjoy this once again extremely self indulgent piece with me and let's celebrate our pookie's birthday. Gojover? hell nah what's that

dividers by @/cafekitsune

“Babyyy, I’m hereee. Stop looking at your phone”, you hear Satoru’s whines muffled in your sweater. Your arms wrap around his neck as you hold the phone above his head, which in fact you were using to post for his birthday.

“Just a min, ‘toru.” you murmur softly, using one of your hands to thread through his cloud like hair. Your nails gently graze his scalp, starting from his undercut, as they smoothe over the prickly skin, reaching to the tufts of white candy floss that sits atop, repeating the circling motion again and again. Satoru hums satisfyingly at the feeling of your hands combing through them, comfortable enough to shut up momentarily and nuzzling himself further into your chest. You smile at his clinginess, dipping down to press a light peck on the top of his head.

Your nostrils fills with the sweet scent of shampoo, the fragnance carrying undertones of candy and molten marshmallow. You wonder where he even gets these and how much do they cost?

His hands envelopes your back as you half lay on the couch with him plopping himself right on top of you, his tall frame settles between your legs while his head nests snugly on your chest. You tangle one of your leg around the back of his shin. A mess of limbs under the thin blanket that covers both your lower bodies.

Outside, the sun shlyly peeks from the greyish clouds that wrings out sudden downpours every now and then, forcing both of you to coop up inside the house.

Not that Satoru was complaining at all, until now, when you shifted your attention from your grown ass boyfriend to your phone. He scoffs mockingly at you, still immersed deep in your phone. What even is there in that godforsaken phone? His blue eyes maliciously eyes that rectangular device. He lays on your chest, silently devising plans on having you all to himself, till the cogs of his brain click.

He shifts, raising himself slightly under the pretext of “just getting comfortable” so that his face now nestles the crook of your neck. Warm breaths tickles the skin under your ear to which you squirm a little,

“Toru-” you warn. From your peripheral vision you see him curled up over you, pulling the warmth of your body towards him. His face painted with an expression of serenity as if the only thing in his mind is to be bask in your silent embrace.

“Hmmm? What did I do?” faux innocent laced his words. You roll your eyes, one of your head still tangled between his locks. He waits for a while, letting you fall into a fake sense of security before his hands that were wrapped around your lower back start their journey to explore the expanse of your back. His touch is soft, leaving an electrifying sensation through your thin sweater. Almost ticklish and tantalising. One of his hands reach below, long fingers playing with the hem of your sweater, daring to slip underneath it.

You try your best to not give into whatever mischief his brain has cooked up. Even though, you know, you should have given him the attention, considering it’s his birthday.

But, since he had to be a menace, two can play the game, right?

Your attention has now fully shifted to your phone, the cat reel that was playing became ten times more interesting to watch. You even decided to up a notch, removing your hand from his hair to grab the phone with both hands.

“So, this is how it’s gonna be?” you hear him challengingly mutter, the removal of your hands acting as a declaration of silent war between you two. You dared not to look at him, although you were certain that his face is curled up in his trademarked smirk, plotting to win.

But if he’s Gojo Satoru, you are Gojo Satoru’s girlfriend. No way in hell you are backing out from this little game you both started literally out of nowhere.

“Gonna be what, ‘Toru? What did I do?,” you parrot his words back at him, feigning innocence while still peering at your phone. Your jaw muscle twitches, a smile threatening to break out.

Satoru quirks an eyebrow, amused by your witty banter. One of the many things that made him fall head over heels for you – your ability to match his energy at any given moment.

Little challenges sparking up between you guys often, keeping the ultimate fire of passion alive.

“Well, if you say so then,” Satoru breathes, his hands now fully getting into work, as they roam around your body. his other hand trails down to your hips, studying the way his palm bumps over the dips and curves.

The hand that was fiddling with the hem has slipped inside, resting over the waistline of your sweatpants. You feel your heart race as his blunt nails scrape over your skin ghostily, hooking one finger under to pull the elastic. He snickers against your skin before releasing the fabric, letting it snap against your skin.

You let out a small gasp at his ministrations. From the corner of your eyes you can make out this insufferable prick grinning at you, still resting his face on your neck.

“Low blow, ‘toru.” you narrow your eyes, determined to still not make any eye contact as you whisper under your breath, which apparently he caught on.

You hear him hum, “hmmmm? should have known before removing your hand, baby,” his satirical voice vibrates through as you scoff.

“Should have kept your hands to yourself in the first place.”

“Shouldn’t have ignored me in the first place. Y’know it’s impossible for me to not touch you, why demand such a thing?” with that, he lets his fingertips place fluttering touches all over your skin, without the obstruction of your sweater. You hiss, trying to squirm away from his cold fingertips but this sturdy, 6 foot giant had you locked under his hold, causing you to fail horribly.

“You’re cold! Get your hands off me.” you grumble. Satoru pretends to not hear anything, continuing to draw random lines with his fingers all over your lower back and sides. At times, fully planting his palm on your back, the frigidness making you gasp and falter.

“More the reason for me to touch you. You’re hot, baby.” he quips, to which you fall silent. How does he have the answer to everything you say?

“I’m not gonna leave my phone nor will I react now. You’re gonna lose the challenge”, you huff to which he shrugs his shoulder,

“Nah, I’d win.” Satoru says coolly, resuming his exploration with his hands.

You fall back to your phone, finding it difficult to concentrate on whatever is playing on the phone with the way Satoru’s hands glides over your skin. The pads of his fingers skim through your stomach. Even though they are cold, the lingering touch leaves wamr blaze in its wake. Your heart races sporadically as you anticipate where his hands might move next.

Although, your face says otherwise, making the most sour expression possible as you stare daggers into your phone. Satoru has always noticed every minuscule details and changes in your body, so this definitely didn’t go under his radar.

He decides it’s time to dial it up a bit. Afterall, he’s the birthday boy.

With his left hand which was already underneath your sweater, he continued tracing over your skin, while his right hand snaked up to the neckline of your sweater right where his face is currently planted to tug it down, exposing more of your skin in front of him. The veil of cold from the weather outside causes goosebumps to flesh out in your skin, catching Satoru’s eyes as he admires them with his piercing gaze before his mouth puckers in a “o”, cool air slid over your skin from his mouth.

“T-toru, stop it.” your resolves crumbles like your voice.

“Are you denying the birthday boy, baby? Don’t hurt me like that.” He whispers against your skin, a mocking bent in his tone as he feigns sadness. You debate whether to succumb to his touches or strangle him.

You breathe through your mouth, attempting to gain composure which you are notoriously failing to do. Satoru’s lips presses against your skin, his lips etched with a grin as he places countless pecks throughout the crevice of your neck and shoulder.

“So fucking pretty, still can’t believe you’re like all mine. Why were you ignoring me, baby. Need you always so fucking much.” Satoru’s gravelly voice vibrates through your skin, the tingles straight shooting down your spine. His hand has now gripped your side like a vice, fingers indenting deep into the skin.

He groans against your shoulder as he press a kiss there, finding his way back to your neck again, millions of kisses littering your skin. He reaches under your ear, his teeth nipping lightly at the lobe.

Meanwhile, his hands push your body up, towards him, grinding his lower body against yours.

A soft whimper dares to escape your lips before you suppress it. Hands turning a little wobbly, and you hate how heat courses through your veins as Satoru turns your whole being into a mushy puddle against himself.

“Give up, darling.” Satoru whispers in your ear, before his mouth catches hold of your skin. His teeth scrapes the skin, sucking it fervently, while his back pushes you flush against him, letting you feel all the ridges and contour of his skin. His heart rhymes with your, palpitating with galloping beats. A soft whine escapes Satoru's throat at this steamy turn of events.

This had to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back as your phone slides from your hand, falling somewhere on the floor. Your head tips back and a breathy moan ricochets the room as Satoru duly runs his tongue over the hickey that prickled a little.

You hear Satoru’s simpering resonating around the room as he pulls you up, now seated on the couch with you straddling his lap

“See, told you I’d win.” his hand caresses the newly formed mark that will definitely take a concealer or turtleneck to hide.

“You prick. Fuck you. You did that on purpose.”

“Tell me where it says I can’t do that.” he muses, shutting you up once again. Your lips jut in a pout as you stare at him.

His eyes are so blue, glossing with the reflection of the rain pouring outside. His forehead veiled with your most favourite part of his body – those fluffy tufts of hair and his lips curl into a toothy smile. The eyes brimming with love and admiration for you.

Even as he weaseled his way out with an upper hand, you don't feel any of it. Rather, you drink in the way he looks so haphazard. So messy. So homely.

Your hands reach to cup his face, feeling the physicality of his beauty before you lean down to press a kiss.

“The least I can do for you birthday is to let you win, I guess. Happy Birthday, sexy.” you murmur against his lips, taking them between your own.

He returns the kiss with the same vigour, his hands are now out of the sweater, holding your back for support, whilst pulling you close to him.

The flavour of your strawberry balm etches itself in Satoru’s mind and he never wishes to stop from relishing the taste of your soft lips. A calm havoc wreck his insides as he thanks whatever lies above for granting him the biggest gift of his life – you.

You break apart from him, his eyes deepening their shade of blue and his face carrying a lingering expression of passion. His chest heaves from deep breaths as you stare at him with confusion. He motions his eyes downwards, making you realise what’s the issue.

“Mind helping me out?”

a/n -> God I'd commit felonies to experience this especially with a 6'feet, white haired, blue eyed, freakishly handsome and annoying blockhead.

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k2ntoss · 3 months

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Hi, hi, hello <: first time sending an ask to anyone but I cant stop thinking of this rn and I feel like you'd appreciate the comedy of this. So like, this is definitely a more crackfic idea than anything, but I was just scrolling on amazon for Valentine's gift ideas and i found this, and the idea of gifting it to Jason?? peak comedy in my mind

Imagine lighting it right before he goes on patrol just to mess with him a little too...👀 I just think it has so much potential for so many shenanigans, y'know? 😁😁

(I've been lurking around for a lil bit, gotta say I love your writing btw, it's great)

PRETTY LATE BUT I'M HERE, i tried to write something nice for a few days but i just couldn't squeeze my brain. NOW, i feel so honored to be your first ask, it's just so special so i really hope my little drabble is enough <3 and thank you so much for your sweet words baby

at first you wanted to get jason a nice edition of one of his favorite books, one of those expensive pretty books with a hard cover and write a lovely letter to him but scrolling and looking around some pages that candle popped up and you just couldn't resist it so there were now five items on your shopping cart, the book, the candle and stuff to wrap everything up. ready for valentine's day and getting him a pretty surprise in which you worked in every night as he went out on patrol until the day before valentine.

for those who think jason isn't that much of a valentine's day enjoyer let me tell you how wrong you are, jason enjoys picking up things for you because he knows it makes you feel special and even if it turns out into being more of a commercial holiday jason knows taking people for granted is not a good think, it's so easy to lose your loved ones and he's in no way letting you go one day without knowing how much you mean to him. so as soon as you wake up you're met by a big and warm hug, a chaste kiss on your lips and a pretty gift box on your lap; jason looks at you with a wide smile when you open the box just to find that sweater you saw on a store a few weeks ago, the one you wanted to get but couldn't buy because you were on a rush "jay... you didn't had to, this is just perfect" and it's simple but there's just so much in the fact that jason had in mind how much you liked that sweater and kept it in mind for days.

"i had to, anything for my baby..." he says softly and a sweet chuckle escapes his lips when you kiss him, arms wrapped around his neck before letting go of him to stand up. jason's eyes are fixed on you, your figure moving around as you pick a gift box from the closet just to walk back to the bed, going to sit on his lap before placing your gift on his hands and looking at his reaction as he opens it, the smile on jason's lips as his hands caress the book before he picks up the letter and seeing his green eyes tear up a bit is just so heartwarming you can't help but to cup his face with one of your hands.

"you know? you're the best thing that has ever happened to me" he says, a soft giggle slipping through jason's lips as he looks up to hide the small tears that are pooling on his lashline and it makes you nod "i think you've said it a few times before" and it makes you smile when he leans into your touch, nuzzling his face against your palm. suddenly, you remember there's still one more box you have for him and you stand up all of the sudden to go get it and he looks curiously at you when you turn around, holding the box and smiling widely.

"what do you have there?" jason asks, a small grin on his face as he sits straight on the bed before looking to the screen of his phone. it was almost time for him to go get ready for patrol, late in the evening he is just waiting to have a little more time with his lover. "it's a little surprise for both of us but by the look on your face i guess you have to start gearing up, right?" you ask before placing the small box on the edge of the bed "you can start, it's a small surprise so i can show you while you get ready" and the smile on your lips mixed with your soft tone makes him feel so lucky to have someone as patient and understanding as you by his side.

he nods happily, getting out of bed to start pacing around the room while leaving soft pecks on your cheeks and temples when he walks next to you, small playful kisses on your lips when he stands in front of you to start changing his clothes. jason is being specially sweet and playful today and it just fuels the need to use that little new gift, it's just something you can't help but think when jason is stripping in front of you just to get into his black compression shirt and the tactical pants that just make his body look even hotter. as he starts putting onto his armor you sit, legs crossed on the bed as your hands hold the box with a wide smile "so can i steal your attention a little now?" and jason turns his head around to look at you before nodding, going to stand in front of you.

your hands toy a little with the pretty bow to open the box, revealing the not so small candle and the label on it and jason's face is a mix between a poem and a stream of ideas of how it can end up "babe– how do you plan on using that?" he asks, a low laugh escapes his lips and it sounds like a growl because of the ideas popping on his head "well, i think the idea is pretty clear" the playful smirk on your lips is driving him crazy but he has to go on patrol "are you gonna wait for me to come back? i'll try to be extra quick" and his voice sounds so excited, because it's what was missed to make this valentine's day the perfect one.

"extra quick? i wouldn't want you to get in troubles, jay..." you start but you know damn well he is going to insist "no, i will be back before you even notice" he rushes before leaning in to kiss your lips in a firm and deep touch, hands on your hips to push your body a little into the matress and any idea of making him go with his full patrol vanishes when he bites your bottom lip and grunts a little into your mouth.

he pulls away, triumphant smile on his face before he walks out of the room to get his helmet and you rush to put the candle on the little night stand next to your bed before lithing it in the exact same moment jason sets a foot back on the room, stopping on his tracks as soon as the smell of vainilla hits his nose "sweetheart..." he starts but his first instinct is to pick his phone up to call dick.

if he was going to ask for a favour he was going to make it worth it, you lit the candle and he really couldn't think of anything else to do. probably the best gift for you both because it could help him expend more time with you.

"dick, c'mon! i'll do anything you want me to, i swear it's important" you can hear his voice and the urge on his tone as he speaks on the phone "it's not my fault i actually have a valentine's date!"

it makes you chuckle because it only lets you know how much he wanted to accomplish what you were asking him and to wait a little for him your eyes drift to the label just to find out the candle could be used in a few more ways than just start an encounter.

"it's a dinner date, okay? we made reservations!" jason sounds almost desperate at this point.

"jay! it's a body wax candle! can we try wax play?" you ask, not even noticing your voice could be heard through his phone.

"so dinner date, huh? i don't want the details, i'll cover you with bruce"

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leaentries · 3 months

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Please can we talk about Nico when his gf is having a bad body day, just feeling a little sad/insecure. (me atm)🥺

I love how your blog is for chubby girls btw💗

my heart ❤️ he would be so sad and his big ole brown puppy dog eyes would get so big

here’s a lil blurb to kick off my return to writing 🕺

also i’m writing this on my phone so the format might be slightly different…sorry😋

your mind was cloudy, the world just seemed darker today. something about the way your outfits clung to your body just didn’t seem right.

your floor was littered in different items of clothing, having tried on what seemed to be everything hanging in your closet.

tonight was the first night in a long while that nico was able to plan something nice for the two of you. making reservations at a fancy restaurant, booking a hotel room for the night, the whole nine yards. you should be happy, ecstatic that you are finally getting your boyfriend all to yourself, but, in this moment, all you wanted to do was cry.

tears threatened to spill as you stared into the mirror. the fabric of the dress hugging your body in all the ways you hated, you felt suffocated.

you choked back a sob as you violently unzipped the dress and threw it somewhere amongst the rest. sitting on the edge of your bed, clad in nothing but a bra and some panties, you looked helplessly at the tsunami of clothes. you wanted nothing more than to feel beautiful in your own skin. to feel worthy of going out with nico.

the salty drops cascaded down your face faster than you could will them away. you were lost, not knowing what to do from here. a loud knock echoed through your apartment, drawing a small, “Fuck,” from your panicked lips.

nico was here and you weren’t even close to being ready. dread filled your chest knowing how excited he is and how his beaming smile is what’s gonna greet you the second you open the door. you quickly grab the nearest oversized sweater, throwing it over your head as you make your way to the entrance.

you take a deep breathe before gripping the metal handle and carefully opening the door.

your heart melted and broke all at the same time. nico stood tall, dressed in his all black suit, the one he knew you loved, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you felt a new batch of tears quickly begin to build in your vulnerable state.

you didn’t want to ruin nico’s night with something a minuscule as being insecure. you wouldn’t hurt him like that. before your tears could fall, you plastered on a small smile, letting nico walk in the apartment.

his happy features dropped slightly upon seeing your sweater, “What’s wrong, schatzi? Why aren’t you dressed?” his tone filled with worry.

you shook your head, opting to give him a little fib, “I’m just having a hard time finding something that fits tonight, Neeks.”

He smiled cheekily, taking it upon himself to place the flowers in a mason jar, “Let me put these in water first, then I will come help.” You gave him a slight nod, before returning to your cluttered room. A deep sigh left your lips, realizing that Nico is gonna see the inside of your brain that now lays upon your bedroom floor.

“Oka- Whoa.” nico’s words died in his throat as he glanced around the space.

You buried your head in your hands, embarrassed at the mess. “I know, I know! I just couldn’t find anything to wear! and i felt like i needed to try on everything and nothing worked and-” Nico cut you off.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not judging. I think you forget I have a sister, i’m not new to this.” He walks in, eyes scanning the pile carefully. He picked up a black dress, once that just-so-happened to match his suit. “Here!” he flashed his dimples at you, “This is perfect. Put this on, f’me, schatzi, you’ll look beautiful.”

You gently took the dress, clutching it to your body.

He placed a quick kiss to your temple before walking out, “I’ll wait outside the door, just shout if you need anything.”

You stripped yourself of the sweater, pulling on the black dress. Normally, you’d admire the way the intricate details of the fabric or the way it tied gracefully in the back, but you only found yourself criticizing as you stood in the floor length mirror once more. Your eyes dragged over each spot you hated.

The way you thought your legs didn’t look quite long or skinny enough, or the way your tummy wasn’t flat. Even the way your hip-dips stood out more prominently in your opinion, it all just seemed overwhelmingly visible. Too lost in thought, you missed the door opening and a certain swiss making his way into the room.

Nico’s eyes focused on the way yours filled with disgust at your body, the way you were picking at every inch. He wasn’t oblivious to your insecurities, although he would never understand why you felt that way. In his eyes, you were the most gorgeous and genuine woman he’d ever met. You were perfect and even better, you were his.

He took his place behind you placing his hands gently on your hips. You jumped slightly startled by his sudden appearance.

“This is more than just finding an outfit, schatzi.” His eyes meet yours through the mirror, “What’s really going on?”

His soft words broke the damn that you’d been trying so hard to keep from cracking. Your head dipped down as a sob left your throat. Nico immediately moved to stand in front of you, pulling you into his chest.

His hand came up to stroke your hair softly, as you cried into his shirt, “Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby.” Nico tried his best to console you, whispering comforting words into your ears.

“C’mon, take some deep breaths for me.” He pulled your head from his chest, hands moving to cradle your face. He began to breathe slowly, encouraging you to breathe with him. One you had regained some air, you looked up at him.

“M’ sorry, Neeks.” You sniffled, “I’ve just been having a bad day and I kept putting on different outfits, but I just felt…” You trailed off, trying to find the right word. His big doe eyes bore into yours, waiting patiently for you to continue. “I just feel ugly.”

Nico felt his heart physically throb. How could his beautiful girl see herself as ugly? Doesn’t she know that he wishes he could see her for the first time, just so he could fall in love with her all over again? Nico was at a loss for words. He genuinely couldn’t grasp how someone, let alone yourself, could ever think you were ugly.

“No.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the simple word that left the man’s mouth.

“…No?” You were confused.

“Listen to me,” He turned your bodies back to your original position, “You see these legs? These are the most gorgeous, most soft, most warm legs that I could ever want. The way they work as a perfect pillow,” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, “Or the way that they wrap around my head.”

Your breath began to pick up as he began to list off every part of your body and the reasons why he loved them. He picked apart your insecurities and replaced them with love and desire.

“But more of all, this girl.” His eyes rose to meet yours once more, “This girl is the most beautiful and precious person that I have ever had the privilege of knowing. This girl is my girl. My pretty girl.”

You felt a new flood of tears, this time because of the vast amounts of love radiating from Nico.

“Thank you, Neeks” You felt the need to thank him, thank him for dealing with you.

“Don’t thank me. I would give up anything just for the opportunity to tell you how pretty you are.”

His hands began to untie the back of the dress, only stopping when your hands came up to hold his in place.

“What about dinner?”

He smirked at you, “Screw dinner, let’s just go to the hotel room.” You turned in his grasp as the dress slowly fell to pool at your feet. Nico tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth at the slight of your exposed skin. “Because right now I want nothing more than to spend the night between my favorite pair of legs.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x chubby!reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x y/n #nh13 #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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janesociety · 1 year

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can you please do a james potter x reader where reader is always patching james up from quidditch injuries and comforting him in the hospital wing and stuff but roles are reversed when he's trying to teach you quidditch and reader gets a minor injury (sprained ankle or something). cue overprotective jamie & platonic marauders fluff<3

oh! darling

james potter x reader

type: fluff

word count: 2.4k

summary: after years of you taking care of james, it was finally his turn.

warnings: reader has sprained ankle, references to slightly worse injuries

notes: i am so incredibly sorry this took so long i don’t even have an excuse

marauders masterlist

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You were never all that big a fan of flying. Being on a broom just never felt sturdy to you and you weren’t all that crazy about heights either. It wasn’t exactly that you were afraid per say, you just chose to avoid them when possible.

With a boyfriend like James Potter, you knew it would one day no longer be avoidable.

James, while on one hand being the most responsible, smart, and caring person you knew, was also the clumsiest.

You lost count on the number of times you’d had to walk him from the Quidditch Pitch to the infirmary for an injury. Sometimes he sustained them at a practice, a game- hell, sometimes he would just be flying around for fun and manage to throw himself from his broom. It became such a common occurrence, you now had your own little pharmacy under the sink in your dorm so you could fix some of his minor injuries up there. Then of course there were his more major injuries- like the time he broke his foot when it was smashed between the stadium wall and a bludger or when he got a concussion when he and Sirius slammed into each other when messing around. During those times, you’d sit with him in the hospital wing and keep him company. You were always sure to spend your free periods with him, catch him up on school work, bring him food- anything he needed.

To be honest, as much as you hated him getting hurt, you treasured some of those moments in the hospital wing when it was just the two of you being together.

When you woke up on that Saturday morning to James no longer next to you in his bed, you were confused. You’d both agreed the day before that neither of you wanted to go to Hogsmeade that weekend and you knew James didn’t have any Quidditch practice. You rolled out of his bed, finding one of his sweaters in his trunk and throwing it on. You made your way to the mostly empty common room- most people were already at breakfast so they could eat before leaving for Hogsmeade- and found Lily buried in her books at a corner table.

“Hey, Lils,” you said, sliding into a seat across from her.

“Hey,” she said, her eyes not looking up from the page of the herbology textbook she was reading. You leaned awkwardly back in your seat, not exactly wanting to disturb her, but not knowing what to do with yourself when you didn’t know where any of your other friends were and you were feeling just a bit too lazy to look.

“Sorry,” she said, finally looking up at you and sitting back. “I haven’t had time to study recently- I’m hoping to catch up today while everyone’s at Hogsmeade.”

“No- no, you’re fine, I can leave if you want,” you said quickly. “Have you seen James?”

“Him and Sirius walked out of here an hour ago looking for Marlene and Dorcas and I haven’t seen them sense,” she said, rolling her eyes. “They seemed overly excited, per usual. I think they were up to something.”

“God, maybe I don’t want to look for him anymore,” you said, laughing through a yawn.

Your wish was granted- not exactly in the way you wanted- as the porthole swung open as James and Sirius marched in with their hands full. It took you a minute to see what they were holding- Sirius was holding a large box that you quickly recognized as a chest that held all the different Quidditch balls and James was holding three brooms. Three.

“Oh, darling, you’re up,” he said, gently setting down the brooms next to you and kissing your head. “We were gonna come up and get you.” He wrapped his arms around your neck from behind you and rested his head on your shoulder. You made weary eye contact with Lily at the sight of the brooms. You hummed.

“What’re the brooms for?” you asked, recognizing only one of them as his. He chuckled in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“Quidditch, darling, what else?” he said, pecking your cheek after. He was always affectionate, but you could tell he was getting ready to question you about something.

“Oh,” you said, turning your head to see Sirius running up the stairs to the dorm.

“Me and Pads were thinking-“ well that’s never good- “that maybe you would come out to the pitch with us today and fly around a bit?” Your eyes went wide.

“James, I- you know I hate flying,” you said, turning to look at him. He loosened his arms to allow you to move.

“I know! I know, but I was thinking if me and Pads were there to help you out, you might feel better,” he said, massaging your shoulder. “I thought it could be fun.” You looked to Lily for help but she gave you a good luck look and quickly buried herself back into her books. “Please, love?”

“Fine.”

“Come on, darling!” James yelled from above you. “You’re gonna do great!” You resisted the urge to flip him off at his well-meaning encouragement.

You’d flown before, of course- it was a class after all. So you knew what you were doing, you just didn’t want to be doing it.

“Oh, the things I do for you,” you muttered under your breath as you began levitating off the ground. It took you a moment to get used to the sensation before you floated up to the level James and Sirius were at. Your hands were gripping the broom so hard your knuckles were white. It was less of you being scared of the broom and more not trusting yourself to be able to adequately operate it.

“You’re doing great,” James said, flying up next to you with a quaffle tucked under his arm. He reached out his free hand to take yours but you shook your head.

“I’m sorry, but no,” you said, cracking a smile and staring at his hand. He chuckled, reaching over and patting your shoulder- the act making you squeak at the feeling of being slightly unbalanced.

“Sorry!” he said quickly, laughing at how the blood had rushed to your face. “You’re alright, darling, you’re not gonna fall.” You let out a huff. “I won’t let you fall, how about that?” You smiled at him. “Alright, c’mon.” He motioned for you to follow him and you did, heading over to where Sirius was flying in circles.

“Finally!” he groaned, stopping as you two approached. “I don’t know why you’re so worried, Y/N. You were good at it in first year when we had to take the class.”

“I never liked it,” you said, pointing and flexing your feet to get used to the feeling of them not touching the ground. “But I can do it.”

“Okay, okay, finally ready to play?” Sirius asked, motioning for James to throw him the quaffle.

They explained the game. It was basically modified Quidditch so that it could be played with one ball and three people. It was decided that you would be goalkeeper first- which you were grateful for. The rules were James and Sirius were both trying to score on you, but when they intercepted the ball, they had to go back to the center. James used a charm to create foggy lines of smoke in the air where the centerline was because “Sirius is a big cheater so we need to be able to see.”

It was fun, actually. You surprised yourself with how quickly you picked up the skills you’d thought you’d forgotten. You were able to hold your own in the goal, blocking almost all their shots- even after they stopped going easy on you.

“You’re letting him win!” Sirius groaned after James scored for the third time. “This isn’t fair! You’re biased.” You rolled your eyes.

“You should know me well enough to know I’d help James lose before I’d help him win,” you said.

“Hey! I can hear you!” James yelled from farther back, tossing the ball to Sirius.

“Yeah, yeah, just get going,” you said, flying lazily around one of the goal posts. You were still moving pretty slow, the fear of falling still not totally dissipating, but you could keep up with them so far.

The games soon started again, Sirius being extra as ever and doing small spins around the stadium as James tried to chase him around. When Sirius took a shot, James raced in before you could catch it and dashed back to the centerline.

“Show off,” you muttered sarcastically as he whipped past you and sent you a goofy grin. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

You got somewhat bored when their back and forth went on just a little too long, and found yourself staring mindlessly around you. The wind was whipping your hair around your head and you were somewhat dreading what it would look like when you-

“Y/N!”

You didn’t have time to react before something hard collided with your head. You were exactly sure what was happening, but you felt everything spin and the wind picked up. You couldn’t figure out if you were dizzy or falling. When you felt your broom slip out from under you, you decided it was probably both. The simple realization you were falling from so high was enough to make your stomach start doing somersaults faster than the rest of your body was.

James immediately went into a nose dive the second he saw you slip. He was already dashing over to you before you fell- seeing the path of the ball that had left his hands seconds before. Sirius was behind him, shouting an incantation you couldn’t hear between the blood rushing to your ears and the air passing you. You slowed suddenly, the spell Sirius had cast finally taking effect, but not soon enough.

You crumpled to the ground, letting out a gasp.

“Y/N!” James yelled, stumbling off his broom and rushing towards you. “Y/N, hey, hey,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your face was pinched with pain as you gripped your ankle.

“I’m- I’m alright,” you said, shakily, your eyes still closed. You tried to move but let out a pained gasp when you moved your leg.

“Oh, Y/N,” he said, cupping your face. You opened your eyes to see the fear and worry contorting his face as he looked at you. Seeing him fuss over you almost felt worse than your foot. “Don’t move,” he said, carefully tucking his arms under you and pulling you up so he could carry you. You tried not to grimace as your ankle flopped around from the jerkiness of the lift.

“I’m fine, James,” you said, the grip you had on his shoulder betraying your words.

“Just hold still, yeah?” he said, his worry for you evident on the crease between his brows. “I’ll get you up to the infirmary.”

Sirius was quick to run after the two of you, holding all three brooms under his arm.

“Alright, Y/N?” he asked as he walked in step with James.

“Yep,” you said, grimacing as James bounced you around a little too hard.

“Sorry- sorry,” he said, doing his best to hold you as still as possible as he started walking up the hill towards the castle. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, James, it’s not your fault,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

There was silence

“So, you reckon I’ll get an offer from Puddlemore next year?”

Sirius snorted.

“Oh, definitely, but they’ll be fighting offers from the Cannons and Harpies, too,” Sirius said. “But Puddlemore will give you the best offer, so you should play for them.”

“Maybe I'll just go wherever James gets an offer for,” you said as you all stepped inside the castle.

“Poor lad won’t get nearly as many as you,” Sirius said, shaking his head.

James chuckled hesitantly as you arrived at the infirmary, clearly trying to avoid the guilt gnawing at his stomach.

Madam Pomfrey was quick to usher you to a bed with a quick “Why is it always you lot?” and a wave of her wand.

James sat you down and was quick to grab your hand as you adjusted yourself on the bed. He sat on the edge of the hard wooden chair next to your bed. His hands cupped yours as his eyes glared daggers into your ankle.

“I should… I'll go put the brooms away,” Sirius said awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. You nodded and he was out of there in the next moment.

“Jamie,” you said. He wasn’t looking at you. “James,” you said again, squeezing his hand. His eyes finally met yours, and you couldn’t find the words to describe the look of hurt on his face. “I’m alright.”

“I know,” he said shakily, a breathy chuckle coming from his mouth. “I know.”

“And it’s not your fault,” you said. He looks away from you again.

“I’m really sorry,” he said, the pain clear on his face even as he faced away from you. If there’s one thing that hurts James Potter more than seeing his loved ones in pain, it’s being the one that caused the pain.

“If I accept your apology will you stop moping?”

James laughed, his head ducking down and eyes crinkling at the sides. He brought your hand up to his lips, resting them on your knuckles before peppering kisses all over your hand.

“I truly don’t deserve you,” he said, smiling softly at you.

“Don’t go all soft on me now just because I’m injured,” you groaned as he moved to peck your cheek a few times.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Madam Pomfrey huffed, dropping a basket of potions at the foot of your bed. James quickly pulled away from you, the two of you blushing fiercely. “Should be an easy fix,” she said, suddenly back to her normal motherly persona. “Should be able to get you back on your feet in no time.”

“See, James, all alright,” you said, smiling as you squeezed his hand.

#james potter #james potter x you #james potter fanfiction #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter hurt/comfort #sirius black x reader #sirius black x platonic!reader #the marauders #marauders fic #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders masterlist #janie writes ‧₊˚✩彡

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rrenzwrld · 1 year

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can you do aot boys with an s/o thats obsessed with their muscles/asks to ser them flexing? ty! 💗💗💗

ofcccc bb!! <3 here’s some hcs for you!😌 (and i’m so sorry about the delay! these ap exams been whoopin my ass fr😬)

EREN

— he would definitely act dumb about it

— he’d purposefully wear revealing things around you knowing that you’d attach yourself to him and his arms whenever you’d get a chance

— he’d do stretches and stuff bc he knows his muscles are prominent and you’ll be eyeing him the whole time

— “whatcha lookin at baby?”

— like he knows he’s fine and he be playin with you fr

— like he’ll literally say things like “babe, do you think i need to work out more?” when he knows that the only reason he’s asking you is bc he knows you like to feel up on his arms.. his cocky ass

ARMIN

— now he’d actually be oblivious to the fact that you’re obsessed with his build bc he is a bit insecure and believes in room for improvement so he wouldn’t see why you’re so obsessed

— but if it’s hot or anything, he’ll wear tanks and stuff bc he’s hot but he isn’t aware that you’re distracted by his every move

— but if it’s colder outside and he throws on his lil turtleneck with a coat or something.. it’s over for you

— “your arms look great in that sweater, baby.” a blushing MESS

— he don’t even be getting the hints when you ask him to pick up boxes you know you can pick up yourself just to watch his biceps flex as you watch him carry it into the house

— but it’s cute and fun to watch him get all shy whenever you compliment him☺️

CONNIE

— oh he’s mad cocky

— he’ll be flexin around the house even if you don’t ask or anything just bc he knows he’s proud of his body

— and since he knows the effect he has on you, he’ll tease you about it.. a lot

— make you not even wanna compliment him sometimes but he be lookin too good to pass up

— “i look good, don’t i?”

— a lot of eye-rolling from you when he makes lewd jokes about everything that he’d use his arms for to do to you.. but that’s just foresight for what actually happens ;)

REINER

— he be extremely flattered that you find such an interest in his build that he worked so hard for, but he’d be a bit shy about it like armin

— sometimes you’d watch him through the window as he cuts the grass shirtless or with a tank and some shorts

— “were you watching me the whole time?”

— and his HUGS.. you love whenever he hugs you or comes behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist like— you can melt right into them😌

— when you ask him to flex sometimes, he’s a little embarrassed but when you start squealing or hyping him up a small smile does appear on his face

JEAN

— he knows of the effect he has on you and sometimes he’ll act upon it on purpose and sometimes he won’t

— but when he does wanna tease you he’ll try on certain clothes and ask you how he looks in them knowing what he does to you

— “hey babe, do you think this shirt is too tight?” - “now, you know..”

— jean is perfectly fine with being cocky sometimes when it’s just the two of you but when he gets around other ppl and you’re bragging about how strong and muscular your boyfriend is.. he gets a little shy

— and when you wanna be a lil brat, he has no problem using the muscles you love so much to get you back in place ;)

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #eren #aot eren #aot x black reader #connie springer #aot connie #reiner x black reader #reiner braun #jean kirstein #armin arlet x you

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subskz · 6 months

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think about this: chan with an oral fixation AND a mommy kink. i am unwell🥴

please tread lightly when u say this combo of words to me…channie being babied n taken care of is already my biggest weakness but to add an oral fixation into the mix…u must be out for blood 😵‍💫

i think he’d be a lil shy abt outright calling you mommy at first bc well….it’s channie hehe. it’d take lots of reassurance for him to muster up the courage to actually say it without bursting into flames bc even when it makes his heart race w excitement, it also flusters him so bad…but no matter how embarrassed he gets he can’t deny how desperately he craves being doted on and nurtured like that, allowing himself to fully let go knowing that he can put all his trust in you to treat him well <3 over time as he becomes more n more comfortable, the title just slips out of his mouth like second nature and suddenly he can’t get enough of saying it. coming up behind you and murmuring it into your ear when he pulls you into a backhug, or slurring it drowsily as he’s falling asleep. he feels so safe and secure being held by you, whining “mommy” over n over again in the softest voice bc he loves the way it makes you coo sweetly over him and ask “what is it, baby?” all he can do is bury his face into your neck and take in your scent to let u know he that needs you 💗

when he starts mouthing over the fabric of your shirt, letting out cute, broken whimpers and pawing at your chest, it’s so obvious what he wants, but teasing him by making him say it out loud is too easy to pass up~ all it takes is you gently telling him to ask for what he wants like a good boy and channie just instantly melts, nuzzling his nose into your softness flesh and quietly begging to nurse bc his mouth just feels so empty without you. it’d be heaven on earth for him to suck on your chest while you jerk him off, hands down the safest he’s ever felt. he might even cry a bit on days where he’s particularly aching for it ㅠㅠ having all his thoughts and senses consumed by you, he can forget every one of his troubles and just let himself be drowned in pleasure for once. he’d get so lost in it every single time, it’s hard to get him to stop when he sucks so intently that you’d think he was actually trying to make milk come out hehe

and when he’s not latched on to your chest, he’s kissing and nibbling on every spot of your skin he can reach, puffy lips roaming obsessively all over your neck and shoulders while he lets out the sweetest whispers of “thank you mommy” bc he just can’t get enough of the relief it brings him and he’s so grateful that you’re patient w him as he works his insatiable lil mouth. he’d need lots n lots of praise when in that headspace too, even more praise than usual bc he feels extra vulnerable and needs to know he’s doing well for you so he can be fully at ease w it. play w his hair while he’s thrusting into you and murmur that he’s making mommy feel so good~ cup his cheeks while you’re pegging him and marvel over how well he’s taking your strap~ kiss his forehead while you stroke him and tell him that he deserves it for being such a good boy~ his reactions would be to die for <3 he already cant handle your compliments well under normal circumstances, but when you’re taking care of him like this his brain might as well just turn to mush. he can’t form a response beyond making the cutest squeaks of embarrassment and hiding his beet red face behind his sweater paws. but even if it turns him to an incoherent mess, it’s pure bliss for him to hear your loving words while he’s buried inside your warmth or vice versa, it brings him to the edge faster than anything else

sometimes when you’re in a position where he can’t kiss you or nurse, his lips might start to subconsciously pucker around nothing, like he’s sucking at the air in a nonverbal plea for you to fill his mouth. he’d let out the most angelic sigh of relief when you press two fingers on his tongue and he can wrap his lips around them like an instinct, slurring out a garble of “thank you mommy” and “feels s’ good”. once he knows what it’s like to have that comfort, he’d get so hooked on the feeling of having smth to suck on at all times it might even reach the point where he can’t finish without it. if you murmured “cum for mommy like a good boy” while pumping your fingers in and out of his mouth, he’d cum harder than he ever has in his life crying out that he loves you over n over…he doesn’t hold anything back when he feels that safe and protected. if he releases into your hand, he’d get so shy when you bring your fingers up to his face and show him what a great job he did letting it all out for you~ but he won’t hesitate to take those fingers into his mouth too and lick up his mess

once he's come down from his high and his moans have faded into soft, content lil hums, you'd have the clingiest baby ever. you definitely wouldnt be able to peel him off of you for even a moment, not even to clean him up properly or get him some water. you’d have to keep tissues and bottles ready at your nightstand bc he doesn’t wanna move a muscle, he just wants to stay holding on to you basking in the afterglow until he falls asleep. luckily it doesn’t take long, bc when he feels so loved and taken care of it’s the one surefire way to get him to rest properly, sleep takes over his foggy mind right away and he’s out like a light in your arms ♡

#ask #bahng-chrizz #💌 channie #i feel very normal abt this btw. as u can see.

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k-atsukibakugou · 2 months

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w/c: 0.6k tw: femme reader, reader smoking cigarette, daddy issues lmao, endeav*r a lil rough i'm so sorry for what he does to me LMAO

your lighter crackled with life, the flame flickering even as you tried to shield it from the steady breeze blowing by you, only just getting it to the cigarette at your lips before it extinguished entirely, the metallic click of it flicking closed echoing in the quiet night. your eyes fluttered closed at the first, euphoric suck in of the smoke, the nicotine already rushing to your head.

with a long breath out, you leaned further into the wall, slowly releasing the silvery smoke in a controlled stream out of your nose, studying the way the coils of smoke dissipated into the starry sky. tapping the butt, you watched the ash fall to the floor, the unhealthy habit melting the tension from every single muscle with every deep inhale of the toxicity.

exhilaration flooded your veins the longer you held the cigarette between your fingers, lipstick already staining the filter after two puffs from the stick.

standing a couple feet away from your neighbours fence, still hidden from the lamplight of your parents own front gate, you tap the cigarette once more, indifferent to your neighbour stepping out onto the pavement with you; clad head to toe in clothing you’re sure that has more zeroes on the end than necessary. a hero's salary clearly more than enough for a cashmere sweater or two.

“you’re still leaving ash on my doorstep?” his voice is as disapproving as it was when your mother moved in, when you snuck out here for your first cigarette, when he first scolded you like a child for smoking, lecturing you like he was your father. you expected nothing less from endeavor, ever critical of your impudence, your blatant lack of respect. even in the dark, he’s analysing you, cerulean eyes flashing with disapprovement at the height of your boots, the bare skin high on your thighs, the curling smoke of your cigarette still burning between your chipped fingertips.

everything about you was nothing short of a mess, something to be fixed, to be taught a lesson.

you ash your cigarette again at your feet, the ash glowing beside your boots for hardly a second before lifting the smoke back to your lips once more. he didn’t like the colour of it on your lips, he longed to wrangle you, to make you listen, to clean you up into something respectable. not some angsty twenty-something still hiding her cigarettes from her parents. he’d make you into something useful.

“sure it’s not from that temper of yours?” his eyes blazed staring into yours, your eyebrows quirked in a faux innocence he was familiar with, a smirk threatening to break your expression when he stepped closer. his intimidating stature blocked out the lamplight above his doorway, shadowing you in darkness, only the glow left of the cigarette’s cherry lighting up the sly grin on your lips.

“mind your manners, young lady.”

you snort, sucking in another mouthful of smoke, letting it escape you again in a laugh when your eyes lock with his, “what does it matter to you, huh? you’re not my father.”

your lips close around the end once more, stubborn eye contact never breaking when you sucked in another toxic breath, picking yourself up off the solid wall, an eyebrow quirking waiting for his response. making one last bad decision, your lips formed a perfect pout, blowing your breath back out, the stream of smoke aimed directly at his set jaw.

a hot, scarred hand displaced the smoke, gripping the back of your neck, holding you still under his burning eyes, the jolt forcing your cigarette to the ground below his feet, stamped out by the hulking man.

“maybe if your daddy had taught you some respect, i wouldn’t need to.”

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#dividers by me <3 #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #todoroki enji x reader #「endeavor」#「mercury thirsts」#「mercury writes」

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amaya-writes · 1 year

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Calling Them After You have A Bad Dream Of Them Part One: Shigaraki

Notes: tbh I just saw this idea sitting in my drafts yesterday and suddenly felt motivated to write it between classes so here's a cute lil drabble. send me an ask for any other characters you would want this idea with

Warnings: mentions of nightmares/bad dreams, mentions of kidnapping (very lightly, he thought sm bad happened to you), reader calls Tomura Tomu because I think it's cute and was going for a cutesy reader vibe

Characters involved: Shigaraki Tomura

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Your hand shook around the cold metal of your phone even as you pressed it against your ear.

Long rings echoed from the device, with each sound making a new wave of anxiety surge through your abdomen.

He was fine. You knew that. You had just gotten off of the phone with Tomura a couple hours back and he made it clear he wasn't harmed during their fight against the heroes.

He was safe, just like the rest of the liberation was.

But that dream.

The mere thought of your dream was enough to make shivers wrack your body as you crawled further under your blanket.

The warmth of the soft material helped remotely calm your racing heart but it did nothing to quell the fear consuming you.

You wanted him. You needed him.

You needed to feel Tomura's arms wrap around your form as you buried your nose in his long hair. You needed to have him by your side so you could forget.

Forget about all the blood and decay, forget about the fire and the dust that made you double over in a coughing fit as you watched the heroes take your love away from you. Forget about the screams, about the way blood matted his skin as he screamed for you to-

"Hello?"

The sound of his voice made you jerk up in surprise but you found yourself scrambling to reach your phone a moment later.

"Tomu? Hi! Uh- I-"

You trailed off then, taking in the sound of fabric ruffling on his side of the phone as he no doubt moved around in bed to find the blaring red alarm clock on his bedside.

"It's two am, baby, why are you still up?"

A long yawn followed his question, the sound causing your heart to clench in guilt.

You woke him up. He had spent the entire week restlessly fighting off the heroes and barely had time to blink much less sleep. He was exhausted, and had collapsed almost as soon as the liberation escaped the battleground.

And you were stupid enough to wake him up when he was too tired to even move.

You were stupid. So stupid. You were a problem, a liability. You were useless.

Just like in the dream. You couldn't save him, you couldn't help him, you would just trouble him and be the reason for his demise.

You didn't realise tears were streaming down your face until it was too late and a sob escaped your lips.

You wished Tomura was sleep deprived enough to not hear the sound, but the sharp sounds of fabric from the other side of the phone told you otherwise.

"Baby? What- are you okay? What's going on? Fuck, I knew I should have kept you here with me! Those wretched heroes-"

"Tomu, I'm fine."

You had to raise your voice to make him actually listen to you, but you somehow managed to subdue his panicked rambles.

"Where are you?"

"Home."

Another rustle of fabric, but this time you could hear him moving out of bed.

"I'll be there soon."

"But Tomu-"

He cut the call before you could finish, forcing you to once again curl up on your bed with an annoyed sigh.

By the time you awoke, his fingers were already carding through your hair.

The sudden feeling made you jolt up in alarm but you were quick to return to his embrace the second your eyes took in Tomura's familiar form.

His clothes were a mess and his hair riddled with tangles. Blood stained the sides of his neck and bits of his skin peeking out from under his black sweater and pants. And you weren't certain, but you could almost swear you saw a bruise or two blossoming across his arms.

Tomura was injured and imperfect. But he was here. He was safe.

And he was looking at you like he wanted to murder someone.

"Who hurt you?"

"What? No one, Tomu, it's not like that."

His eyebrows furrowed at your words, but he thankfully chose not to say anything as you sat up and shifted to loosely wrap your arms around him.

"I- well, I had a nightmare. A bad one. It was about you and-"

You sucked in a sharp breath, but even that wasn't enough to help you voice your nightmares. So you didn't.

"I was just scared, I'm sorry I woke you up."

Tomura remained quiet even as you huddled closer to his chest. His fingers continued untangling your hair, never stopping even when he let out a painfully strained chuckle.

"You made me run halfway across a city for a nightmare?"

"I didn't mean to! I told you not to come I-"

His hand moved to hold your chin even as you spoke, with his fingers squishing your cheeks to cut off anything you could say.

"Don't care. You can repay me with breakfast in the morning."

His hands dropped from your face then, instead shifting to your waist as he pulled the two of you under the blankets.

The room descended into a comfortable silence broken by the periodic scratches of his nails carding through your hair and the soft rustles of fabric.

Normally, the silence would have made you stare owlishly at your ceiling as your brain flooded with thoughts of your dreams.

But not now. Not when you were surrounded by his warm presence ready to turn all your nightmares to dust.

With him, you were safe. You were untouchable.

You had found your sanctuary in the arms of a villain. But you were fine with that.

"Love you, Tomu."

He let out a soft hum against the crown of your head, with his lips parting to echo your words a moment later.

#shigaraki tomura #tomura x you #tomura x y/n #tomura x reader #tomura drabble #tomura headcanons #tomura imagine #shigiraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki drabble #shigaraki tomura x you #shigaraki tomura fluff #shigaraki tomura x reader

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tenderheartbeating · 11 months

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i love hobie so much because yes he's punk and looks out for his own like no one else but ALSO HE'S FUNNY AS FUCK like 1. from the moment he arrives he messes around with miles so comfortably ("is he bleeding from his armpits?") like the other person who says that line is peter b, notorious bad dad jokester who is super close with miles but also 2. hobie fucking with gwen AND miles a lil bit like hear me out okay if PRAV from the FIRST MOMENT he sees miles is like "omg new guy loves youuuu" to gwen even when he doesn't know who miles is or what miles means big picture, then HOBIE who knows wtf is going on, who has been hanging out with gwen for the past couple months and prolly hears gwen talk about miles all the time, sees how miles reacts to him and immediately understands exactly what's going on and decides, comedic anarchist that he is, to fuck shit up with a HEY GWEN YOU LEFT YOUR SWEATER AT MINE RIGHT??!!!! like she's been crashing at yours for months ofc she's got stuff at yours, why're you bringing this up now?

and then gwen, not wanting miles to misunderstand is immediately tries to deny it like, uhhhhh must be someone else's sweater?? (cos she knows what miles is jealous of her crashing with hobie) but he keeps going like "OH YA AND THE TOOTHBRUSH" "WAIT ARE THOSE MY CHUCKS" like he's totally messing with her he prolly gave her those chucks and even in his intro he brings so much energy and fun by totally playing into the over the top anarchist punk trope and you're telling me he's not the type to fuck around with his drummer and the new guy??? ALL SPIDEYS ARE FUNNY!

and im not against gwen and hobie being together, like for sure they've got chemistry and closeness that im so here to see more of, but i just really want more people to appreciate hobie " I DONT BELIEVE IN COMEDY" as the funny ass spiderpunk jokester that he is !!

#across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse spoilers #atsv #atsv spoilers #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pravitr prabhakar #spiderteens #thank you for coming to my ted talk #spiderman #spidergwen #spiderpunk

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fawnfictions · 4 months

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helloo :'0

would you,, mayhaps consider a lil platonic thing between macaque and a gn!reader where they're just absolutely Showering the shadow monkey with affection?

stress cuddles

— macaque & gn!reader

this is so cute, he deserves the affection :(

this is kind of shitty, and i'm sorry for being absent for so long <//3 i wanted to finish this asap when i got the motivation back

;; platonic, a little angst at the start?, almost entirely fluff, swearing (mac has a potty mouth smh)

You weren't entirely certain of the events that led up to this moment—one moment, you were on your way to your favourite shadow monkey for a surprise visit. Next moment, you were standing in front of a moping mess of a scarred demon.

Macaque, with his usual attire discarded and now donning a casual outfit that included black sweatpants and a purple sweater, was sitting in a lonely corner on a bench in his dojo. The sight was pitiful, really; his clawed hands held his glum face, seemingly lost in his thoughts and in another world as he failed to register your appearance despite his exceeding sense of hearing.

With careful movements, you stepped towards his corner. At less than a few feet away, he finally snapped out of his trance as you noticed his ears twitching. His eyes darted to your form, alarmed, almost prepared to attack out of fear from his vulnerability, as the natural shadows surrounding the two of you began to grow larger, and more intimidating.

"H-Hey, Macaque—It's just me. Are you... Alright?"

His tail lashed nervously behind him, his pupils dilating as he comprehended the lack of threat. The monkey seemed to mull over the possible responses for a moment.

"Sorry, kid... I, uh, was lost in my head, then." Macaque brushed off, despite the distant look in his avoiding eyes, "What brings you 'round to my humble abode, anyways?"

You frowned at the forced grin upon his face, "You know you can talk to me, right? I can tell that something is bothering you, Mac."

He grumbled, reluctant to open up and lay out his problems on your shoulders. However, one glance into your caring eyes broke through his thin walls.

The expression on his face dropped, the corners of his mouth dropping and his brows furrowed, "Ah, geez. You're so stubborn —"

You gave a light, playful smack to his shoulder at his remark, receiving a short, yet genuine, laugh in response.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" His grin dropped, "But, uh... I was just thinking about the past. Back with Wukong, y'know?"

That was all you needed to hear, really — those few words held a lot of baggage behind them. And, although you weren't overly knowledgeable on the details of the friendship between the two simians, it didn't take a scholar to understand that they had separated on sour terms.

Despite the pain that he had caused towards the Monkey King, you did know that, in his heart, Macaque wished that nothing had changed between them.

You had opened your mouth to offer comfort after a moment of silence had passed, but you were interrupted before a single sound left, "And all this... Lady Bone Demon shit, and the Brotherhood, recently — it's stressing me out!"

His teeth were barred as his hand clenched at his head. Fortunately, you knew it wasn't aimed at you.

With a sigh, immediately catching his attention by the flickering of an ear, you opened your arms, offering your physical affections to him. With nothing but a peep, the mystic monkey pushed himself into your embrace.

His tail found itself wrapping around your leg, his claws unconsciously digging into your shirt, attempts to ground himself. He buried his face lightly into your hair, breathing in the comfort of your scent; the scent that told him that, in this moment, he wasn't alone.

While ensuring that he remained in your embrace, you manoeuvred your bodies downwards, lowering to the floor and against one of the sturdy dojo walls. It definitely wasn't one of the most comfortable places you've ever sat before; hardwood floorboards and sturdy pillars weren't exactly made with comfort in mind. However, the furry equivalent of a hot-water bottle that didn't show any signs of releasing his hold from you had taken all of your focus at the moment.

You sat in silence, a dark simian curled into your body between your legs and clutching onto your clothing with clawed hands and a tail, yet still careful enough to not damage the fabric, while you lifted a hand to gently scratch around the fur on his head. You could feel Macaque's body begin to lose its tension at your ministrations, slumping further into you.

A low sigh, barely audible, left the monkey, followed by quiet purring — you doubted that he was conscious of the noises he was making, there had been plenty of times in the past where he had shown clear embarrassment at any slip-ups he had made.

With the understanding that you may be stuck here for a while, you allowed yourself to relax a bit more. At your slight movement, furred arms pulled tighter around you before you rested your head a top of his own. With a smile on your face, you held the troubled simian in your arms as he lost his worries in your embrace.

. . .

a few hours later – bonus scene ;D

You were reluctant to open your eyes, feeling crustier than usual, following the movement you had felt practically on top of you. With barely any recollection of when, or where, you had seemingly fallen asleep, you pushed yourself to consciousness to survey your surroundings.

Immediately, you were met with a face-full of dark, messed hair. It tickled your nose, causing you to lift your head away before any sneezing escalated — you didn't want to snot-rocket into someone else's hair, after all — and tilted your head to get a better angle at the person in front of you.

Your movement, however, lead to the being's stirring and eventual awakening as your mind began registering the warm limbs wrapped around your body. It seemed that your snuggle-r was just as groggy as you were, though.

Rough murmurs left the monkey, who had begun loosening his grip on you, before he lifted his head upwards. Clear redness grew upon his face in embarrassment.

"Shit, kid — ugh, didn't mean for this to, uh —"

You rubbed at your face, tiredly smiling at him through a yawn, "It's alright, Mac. We were both tired — what time is it, anyways?"

"Uh, it's..." Macaque cleared his throat, glancing across the dojo towards a clock, "5AM, jeez..."

"And I'm still tired, it's too early to be up..."

Your eyes closed, once again, and the darkness covering your sight was met with an agreeing sigh. In a short moment, you felt your body lose the solid surface you had been connected to as the air went still, before coming into contact with a much softer one as you opened your eyes in surprise.

Macaque read the emotions displayed wildly on your face as he chuckled, "I don't want you developing back issues because you slept on the floor — now go back to sleep, kid."

A quick glance around your new surroundings showed that you had been moved to your own bedroom — using Macaque's shadow abilities, clearly. You weren't going to deny his command, though, willingly tucking yourself in under the familiar covers. The absence of a certain monkey joining you caught your attention, however.

"C'mon, Mac. You've gotta be tired too, and there's enough room in here for both of us!" You dramatically, albeit childishly, patted the empty space beside you.

"Well, can't deny that, for sure," The simian mischievously grinned at you, as you began to realise your mistakes as he crept closer to you.

You had barely been able to argue against him, before he had thrown his body beside your own, reaching his limbs across your body. Snickers left your own mouth, as you attempted to push his arm off of you, "Mac, no!"

"Kid, are you sure there's enough room in this bed for the two of us? It feels a little squishy in here..." He playfully teased you, allowing his arm to flop over onto his own chest and dragging his limbs back beside himself.

"You're purposefully taking up all the room! Move over, you monkey." You lightly pushed against him, ignoring his joking gasp of offence, before calming yourself down to fall asleep.

Macaque softly grinned at you, "Alright, alright, it's bed time."

You leaned over to lazily wrap your arms around him, practically copying his earlier position, as you nestled your head against his chest. As you almost fell immediately back to sleep, you missed the quiet purring emitting from the monkey again, and his quiet expression of gratitude as he rested his chin atop your head.

#lego monkie kid #— fawns fics #lmk #fluff #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #platonic #macaque & reader

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minki-moo · 8 months

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♡‧₊˚ 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 2 ♡‧₊˚

pairing ♡ mingi x f!reader rating ♡ e for explicit tags ♡ office au, boyfriend!mingi, long distance, petnames (mingi calls reader baby, pookie, slut), smut, phone sex, toys, f!masturbation, m!masturbation w/c ♡ 1.9 k pt. 1

a/n ♡ here's part 2! this is loosly based off of that one mingi post (the one with the suit iykyk ;) )

mingi, wearing a gorgeous pant suit, pins you against a wall. staring at you, he says nothing as he leans in closer, kissing you ever so gently. you kiss him back, slowly adding more pressure against mingi’s lips as you feel his hands slowly move towards your chest. a silent moan escapes your lips as he takes your clothed nipples in between his fingers, pinching them ever so slightly.

the kiss started to get more heated as mingi parts his lips and licks your bottom lip, asking for entry. you comply, letting his tongue explore your mouth in ways that make you weak in the knees. in an attempt to keep yourself upright, you put your left arm around his neck. with your other hand, you reach down in between mingi’s legs, trying to find his growing bulge.

a sudden vibration jolts you out of your sleep. you grab your phone and look at the time. 6:20 am, a few minutes before your alarm is set to go off. deciding to get up early, you roll out of bed and wash up for the day ahead.turning on the shower, you sink down to your knees, pulling your hair in embarrassment as you recollect the mess of a dream you had the night before. making sure the water is as cold as you can handle, you stand under it for a few minutes, trying to calm down the ache in between your legs.

after drying your hair and getting dressed for the long day ahead, you check your texts.

minki <3: gm pookie <3

minki <3: hows my lil ray of sunshine?

minki <3: i miss uuuuuuu

minki <3: pls dont ignore meeeeee </3

minki <3: im sowwy for falling asleep last night

you feel your heart skip a beat when he mentions last night, but you regain your composure quickly as you answer.

you: gm mingi!

you: im getting ready for work now

you: i miss u too <3

after sending the last message, you pack up your things and head out the door, your head still full of thoughts that can only be described as scandalous.

it’s friday, meaning there's a slight buzz in your workplace. everyone is ready to leave, either to head home and sleep through the weekend, or to party like there is no tomorrow.

but for you it means something even more special: your first video call with mingi.

when he first left, mingi promised that he would free up his fridays and weekends for video calls, since 5 minute calls every day just wouldn’t cut it for the new couple. so, just until you two could be together again, a video call would have to do.

time seemed to move so slowly as you worked aimlessly, your foot tapping in anticipation for what was to come.then finally, 5 pm hit, and you could not have left any faster than you did.

on the way home, you pass a store that has always intrigued you, and after slight hesitation, you walk in, overwhelmed by the products, but sure of what you were looking for.

after a long shower, you put on a long sweater and shorts, wanting to be comfy for your impending call with mingi. he was supposed to call you at 8 pm your time, and it was 7:30, so you had some time to open your latest purchase: a 5” long purple vibrator and some lube

your boyfriend was miles away and at this point, your other methods weren’t cutting it anymore.

you needed more.

after opening the packaging and reading the instructions, you put in the batteries, and lean on the headboard of your bed, shorts now pulled down to your ankles. you start by touching yourself slowly, thinking about all the thoughts that have been plaguing your mind the past few days. you remember the soft moans coming from the phone, the ones that made you so, so needy beyond comprehension.

slowly building up your arousal, you stop touching yourself to open the bottle of lube and pour some on the vibrator. spreading a good amount over its length, you put the vibrator in between your legs, and turn on its lowest setting. you jolt a little, a small moan escaping your lips as the new sensation rocks your body.

the more time you spend using the device, the more you increase the settings, and the more pleasure you feel. how were you so ignorant to this pleasure before? your moans get louder and more frequent as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax. twisting your body, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, your body longing for release. you start to crave something more. you needed mingi. you needed him to touch you, to call you pretty, to make you feel good. you needed him to use you, and make him yours. all this fantasising tips you over the edge, as you call out mingi’s name over and over again as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.

reality sets in as you realise what just happened. cumming to the thought of your boyfriend was not something you expected to do.

and in almost comedic timing, mingi decides to call you.

still experiencing the after shock of the most intense climax you’ve ever had. you scramble to clean yourself up, pulling your shorts back up and wiping up the sweat that had gathered on your face.

taking a deep breath, you answer the phone, feeling your heart tighten as the smiling face of your boyfriend pops up on your screen.

“why did you take so long to answer?’, he exclaims, sounding slightly disappointed but still sporting his signature smile.

he’s sitting in an armchair, his white shirt unbuttoned on top, revealing a tasteful amount of skin. the rolled up sleeves have his veiny arms on full display.

god, your boyfriend is so sexy

moving your damp hair away from your face, you smile.

“i was just busy. i didn't expect you to call so early”.

mingi squints his eyes. “you were busy? doing what? you look really sweaty and i know you don't work out”.

you give him a look of mock offence.

“i-i can work out, you know”.

“mmhmm”. he gives you a sceptical look. “of course you can. but seriously, what were you doing?”

“nothing. seriously. it's not important”.

mingi still wasn't buying it. he knows you tell him every little thing, even if it seemed small and insignificant; you loved talking and he loved listening.

“what, is it so embarrassing that you can't tell me”, he asks, smirking a bit.

your face starts to heat up, still thinking about the orgasm you had earlier thinking about him.

“n-no!”

“oh really? then why do you seem so flustered?”.

“i’m not!”.

his coy smile starts to annoy you. god, why does he know you so well?

“aww, come on, it's not like you were, i don't know, touching yourself or anything”.

the silence after his statement is almost deafening.

mingi’s eyes narrow. “you weren't touching yourself, right?”.

even more silence. you don't dare to speak as your embarrassment takes away your ability to defend yourself.

“show me”.

your head shoots up, looking at your phone screen in shock.

“w-what do you mean ‘show you’?”.

mingi leans back, crossing his arms and smirks at you.

“i want to see you make yourself cum”.

those words alone were enough to make you shudder in arousal. this new side to mingi was a welcome yet surprising development. you loved the way he looked at you, as if your neediness amused him.

“well, are you going to show me, baby?”

once again, his words made you shudder as you nod your head slowly.

“i can't hear you. use your words, doll. can you touch yourself for me?”

if you weren't ready to die of embarrassment before, you are now. you manage to take a deep breath and mutter a small “yes”, which seems to satisfy mingi.

“go ahead, baby, i'm watching”.

slowly removing your shorts, you realise you had forgotten to put your panties back on. mingi also seemed to notice this, as he let out a long whistle.

“fuck, that’s so hot.”

you sudder again, not from his words but from the air that hits you in between your legs, the wetness from your earlier “fun” still very much present. mingi’s eyes glistened, and an expression you've never seen on his face came to light.

hunger.

your sweet, gentlemanly, goofy mingi had become someone you had never seen before. some who, if he could at that moment, would take you and make you his in an instant.

the thought of him rushing home, striping you and fucking you sensless makes you even more aroused than you were before.

taking a deep breath, you start touching yourself, slowly caressing yourself the way you were before. your poor clit still throbbing from earlier was extra sensitive, making you whimper.

looking up at your phone, you see mingi staring at you with his hungry gaze, palming his growing bulge. seeing him so turned on by you makes you shudder, as you slowly get closer to release.

“m-mingi, i-”

“are you close baby?”.

you quickly nod, as your fingers move faster on your swollen clit.

“such a good girl. making yourself cum for me. my cute slut”.

another shiver wracks your body at the nickname. you didn't know why such dirty words affected you the way they did, but at that moment you didn't care. all you cared about was cumming for mingi, making him watch what a few words from him could do to you.

“baby? can you do something for me?”, mingi asks as he continues to rub his cock, now free from his pants but still clothed in his underwear

“nng, y-yes?”.

“can you finger yourself for me?”.

you pause, your mind still foggy from chasing your orgasm. did he just ask you to finger yourself? you, who could barely buy a vibrator?

at this moment, however, you didn't care. you wanted to listen to mingi. you wanted to obey him, to cum for him. so, cautiously pushing one finger inside your needy pussy, you slowly start to move it in and out, feeling nothing at first.

you hear a groan come from mingi, as he stares at you pleasuring yourself. keeping his eyes on you, he pulled his now fully hard cock out of his underwear.

oh, he's big.

you watch as he starts slowly stroking his cock, using his thumb to catch the precum that had started gathering. if you could get more aroused, you definitely did. you made mingi like this. you turned him on to the point where he had to relieve himself, in front of you no less.

watching this scene unfold in front of you, you quickly pick up the pace, fucking yourself with your finger while using your other hand to play with your clit. your moans became more laboured as you grew close to your orgasm again.

“m-mingi i-i’m gonna-”.

“cum for me”, he pants, stroking faster as he chases his release. “cum for me princess, please”.

those words were enough to tip you over the edge, cumming all over your fingers as you scream his name. after coming down from your high, you look at mingi, his flushed face and panting making you feel slight horny again. seeing your boyfriend like this made you feel so satisfied.

without thinking, you say in a small voice, “i miss you.”

mingi looks at you and gives you a small smile.

“i miss you too, beautiful”.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #mingi #mingi x reader #mingi smut #ateez mingi

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yenqa · 1 year

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how you would spend a snow day with enhypen!

pairing : enha x reader :)

warnings : kissing, mentions of being sick, destroying things, mentions of eating/food

wc : 0.7k again 😭😭

a/n : another one bc my last one did well :)

heeseung - as soon as he sees the snow he fr RUNS out there with you ofc. but he’s so excited and then you’re like “babe we have to put on warmer clothes we’re going to get sick!” and as much as he does want to be sick so he could be pampered by you, he decides a snow day is much more fun. together you build a snowman and he pushes you down a hill with a sled :)). and you like insists on pushing him down but he’s like no bc he doesn’t want you to do the work for him :( and when you get inside he makes ramen and hot chocolate 😭😭 </3

jay - he wakes you up bc he’s made soup and hot chocolate to contrast the cold day :( and when you’re about to go outside to play in the snow he literally puts every single jacket on you known to mankind 😭😭 and you’re like “jay that’s too many jackets! i’m sweating right now!! 😠😠” and he’s like “hun i can’t have you being sick :(“ but in the end, he makes you wear three layers plus snow pants and a hat that covers your ears :). together you make snow angels and (try to) build a snowman ☹️

jake - actually drags you out of bed to play in the snow. and like jake i feel like is the kind of guy to make tiktoks of you two dancing in the snow if your relationship was out he would post it on the enhypen acc but if it wasn’t he probably has a private account he would post it on. but you guys literally spend like an hour making that video because one of you two keeps messing up. then when you get back inside you watch corny christmas movies together and cuddle :)

sunghoon - he’ll take you to a frozen lake and he’s so happy bc he bought skates for the both of you and he like teaches you how to skate properly :((. hes like “y/n-ah you’re so bad at this” and you’re like “i know 😒😒”. and eventually you give up so you both make snow angels and he turns it into competition obvi “y/n my snow angel is way better then yours!” “no sunghoon yours has your boot prints in the legs mine don’t so mine is better 😒😒” and you keep arguing and you know he’ll never give up so you give up and gives you his lil gummy smile ☹️☹️ guys im crying

sunoo - he would get a driver to drive you guys to the city so you can see all like the tree’s with the lights and snow on them 😣😣 and he like writes on the sidewalk “y/n <3 sunoo!” but he know’s it won’t be there for long so he takes a picture of it :((. when you’re admiring the scene he secretly takes a photo of you bc you’re so cute and he wants to remember this moment forever :(. and he asks a random person walking on the street to take a photo of you two and you both make it your wallpapers 😖😖

jungwon - would make hot chocolate for you guys and add like whipped cream and peppermint bits to make it all fancy and things :(( and once you finish it you has to make sure you’re warm by putting you in his jackets 😏😏 and when you’re outside you have a little walk stopping sometimes to throw snowballs at eachother :(. then when you get back inside you two would make gingerbread houses and eat them (maybe idk i find them gross)

niki - he literally doesn’t care about getting sick so he puts on a jacket but you its different he puts you in his warmest jacket! and a sweater underneath obvi. and the whole time you’re throwing snowballs at eachother and running away from eachother and you make a life sized snowman which takes sooo long and when you make the head he has to put it on and he teases you for it obvi “y/n aish you’re so short, here i’ll put it on for you like the best boyfriend i am.” and you’re like whatever 😒 and when you add all the decorations to the snowman he gets a tripod and takes a picture of you two :( then he try’s to knock down the snowman by running into it which fails terribly.

tysm for reading! i appreciate likes, comments, and reposts! have a great day!

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cupid-styles · 6 months

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maybeee idk smth with mia and h and maybe theyre like at a business meeting or dinner and hes decided to take her with him OR hes at a meeting and shes teasing him by texting fun pics or smth and shes constantly teasing him and he gets more and more worked up and finally snaps and then when either he gets home or they get home together the filth ensues and hes absolutely brutal like completely relentless until shes like a mess and like completely wrecked and he doesnt fucking let up

IDK i feel like im bad at this shit lmfao😭💀

omfg STOP IT NO this is so good!!!!!! you're definitely NOT bad at it hehehe (I changed it just a lil bit but I hope u still like it!)

word count: 898

content warnings: DEGRADATION, name calling, mutual masturbation (but mainly just on mia's side), phone sex/nudes, kind of public play?, daddy kink (wow apparently I can get a lot done in less than 1k words !) enjoy!!!! :)

It started out innocently enough.

Mia liked the outfit she was wearing today and she wanted to show her boyfriend, who had already been at the office for three hours just as she was getting ready to leave the house. They both led busy lifestyles, with Mia being knee deep in work for the end of the semester and Harry being the CEO of an entire company, so it was hard not miss each other when they were apart. Hence why phone calls, photo messages, voice notes, and even FaceTime calls kept them afloat during particularly tough weeks.

The mutual need for one another was apparent. They hadn't been together in days, and the last time they were, it was for some silly event Harry had been forced to go to. Mia fell asleep on the drive home and his heart strings tugged guiltily, feeling awful for dragging her out on a school night.

So, when Harry replies to her picture with an influx of compliments, telling her she's such a pretty girl and he's so lucky to have her — well, it has her craving more. It sets off some part of her, making it so he's the only thing she can think about all day, and it's when she's in her second lecture of the day that she has the idea of traipsing off to the single use bathroom, locking the door, tugging her sweater and bralette up over her chest and snapping a picture of her tits to send him.

The response is nearly immediate.

From: Harry🩷

Are you trying to kill me?

She smirks, quickly typing back a response.

To: Harry🩷

of course not!! just miss u daddy🥺

The three dots instantly show up on her screen and she bites her lip, nibbling on it as she waits for his reply.

From: Harry🩷

Put your pretty tits away and go back to class like the good girl you are.

She swallows harshly, knowing she's not ready to end her game quite yet.

To: Harry🩷

what if i don't wanna be a good girl?

what if i wanna make myself cum in this bathroom, thinking about ur fingers making me squirt?

From: Harry🩷

If you do that, I'm picking you up from campus to give you a punishment.

Instead of sending back another picture, she's dialing his number in the blink of an eye. She wiggles her tights down and brushes her fingertips over her mound, a short gasp leaving her lips as Harry picks up the phone.

"Mia. Go back to class." he answers gruffly.

She moans softly into the receiver as she wiggles her fingers under the fabric of her underwear, tenting it over her knuckles. Unlike Harry, she's impatient, never interested in edging or teasing herself, so she makes quick work of finding her clit, gentle pads running over the nerves.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he mutters, and her eyes roll back at his exasperated tone, "You're being a slut right now, you know that? A dirty fuckin' whore that can't keep her fingers to herself for a minute."

His degradation only spurs her forward, dipping down to her hole where her juices are already collecting between her thighs. She pushes a finger in, knowing her time is limited before someone from her class notices her elongated absence. The whimper that leaves her mouth is embarrassing, and she hopes no one car hear her from outside.

"Jesus," Harry says in disbelief, "How many spankings do you want tonight, little girl? 10, 15? If you make yourself cum, you're in for at least 20."

The thought has her clenching around her finger as her palm rubs messily against her clit. She curses to herself lowly, adding a second finger to the mix. They're not as long as Harry's so she has more trouble reaching deep inside of her, but the stretch feels decent enough to push her to an orgasm.

"G-gonna cum soon, daddy."

"Brat," he spits, and she swears she can hear slick passes in the background of the call, "Maybe I should overstimulate that dumb little pussy tonight. Make you cum so many times you're drooling all over yourself like the messy bitch you are."

"Oh— fuck, fuck—"

"You'd probably like that too much, though, your daddy abusing your swollen hole until you can't even breathe. Guess I'll just edge you instead, keep you tied up with a vibrator between your legs— have you go for hours while I ignore you, all because you just had to cum all over your fingers."

That's what does her in — the visual of him dismissing her as she writhes around in his bedsheets, arms and legs tied to the posts of his obscenely expensive bed frame, her pussy pulsating around nothing as she begs and pleads to cum. She whimpers breathily as she feels herself squeezing her fingers, milking them until the dreamy sensation subsides, leaving her a sweaty, panting mess with a mess in her underwear.

"Fuck— fuck, that was good."

Harry chuckles, the sound warming her chest as she wedges the phone between her neck and shoulder. She quickly cleans herself up and washes her hands, shimmying her tights back up her legs.

"Seriously though, go back to class, Mi. It's been like 20 minutes since you called."

"Mm, I will," she says softly, fixing her hair in the reflection of the mirror, "Will you still come over tonight? I miss you so much."

"Of course, angel girl. You didn't think you got out of that punishment, did you?"

#writing #sugar daddy h

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tickle-bugs · 1 year

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I just wanted to say regardless of whether you've seen the show that you're my favorite ST writer. I dont know how you capture the characters so well while further developing them perfectly but it's genuinely incredible. I must've read your steddie fics like 97 times just because I adore them <3 If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to maybe see Steve and Eddie! Maybe with "Oh this is too good to pass up" as the dialogue? Either way, you're incredible and I can't wait to read all your other work <3

Okay, wow this is VERY sweet ;w; You are so so kind anon. I think I'm getting better at writing them now after having practiced. Those first fics have a fond place in my heart for being the first ones, but every day I am tempted to rewrite them LMAO

anyways, I'm certainly far from perfect but I'm grateful that you enjoy them!! This warms my heart so much. I really do love writing them and the positive response to those fics made me wanna keep going and improve. Still haven't seen the show yet but honestly I'm chilling in this little niche I've carved for them.

Hopefully this fic makes you happy and pushes me a lil closer to being worthy of the honor of being your fav. Really hope you enjoy--I fuckin love these boys <3

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Ahoy, Sailor

You can read this as a season three au or as season four. Either way, Steve and Eddie have a bitchy will they/won’t they rivalry situation going on. Eddie REALLY likes pushing Steve’s buttons.

It’s not unusual for Eddie to find his way to the Harrington house for some excuse or another, but he’ll admit it’s unusual to be invited. He tends to just appear and haunt Steve unasked. It’s more fun that way.

Steve had called him, muttering something about how Eddie needed to come pick up his vest because it ‘smelled like a depressed hippie’. Eddie had fired back that Steve’s room couldn’t possibly smell any better without it, and their usual bickering had Eddie leaving fifteen minutes later with a grin on his face.

He loves Steve. Messing with him, that is. So, naturally, when Eddie ascends the stairs and sees Steve dressed like a little schoolboy, he takes a minute to compose his best jokes.

“Ahoy, sailor.” Eddie whistles, leaning in the doorway to Steve’s room. He drinks in the Scoops Ahoy uniform and all it blessedly has to offer.

“Wh—oh, fuck off. It’s laundry day.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Aye aye, cap’n.” Eddie salutes. Steve flips him off.

“Cool the attitude, sassy lost child.” Eddie snorts. There’s piles of clothes on every surface in the room, arranged in a way that suggests intention but would baffle even the most equipped psychologist. Eddie wants to ask about the system here, but he knows he’s no better, so he just watches Steve flit around with a little pout on his face.

“You look like Donald Duck’s worst cousin.” Eddie snickers into his fist.

“You done?” Steve puts his hands on his hips.

“For now.” Eddie shrugs. Steve huffs.

Steve keeps rooting through the piles on the floor--slow enough to be mesmerizing, but fast enough where he’s clearly looking for something specific. Oh, his vest. Laundry. Eddie scans the room until, aha--he spots it hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, smooth and loved. Striking, compared to the state of everything else. Eddie smiles before he can catch himself.

“My vest is over there.” Eddie jerks a thumb towards Steve’s desk.

“Yeah, I see that.” Steve gives him a perplexed look. He shakes his head and keeps drifting through the clothes.

“Then what are you looking for?” Eddie ventures, stepping into the room properly. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t shrug his vest on. It feels like a conclusion of business, a visual excuse for Steve to kick him out despite the olive branch he’s inexplicably extended.

“A shirt. Robin’s got a date to impress.” Steve sorts through a pile. He looks between a yellow sweater and a green one, sighs, and tosses them both aside.

“By wearing…your clothes?”

“Yes, Munson, keep up.” Steve puts a hand on his hip. “She’s gonna be here eventually, probably freaking out, and I wanna give her two options. Just two. She’s gotta look good, but she’s gotta be comfortable.”

“Right.” Eddie nods slowly, as if this makes sense.

“Hey, make yourself useful. I’ve got this shirt, uhm, dark blue? With a little stripe? If you find it, let me know.” Steve flaps a hand at him. Eddie knows precisely the shirt--it fits Steve distractingly well.

“I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.” Eddie flops backwards on the bed. Steve shoots him a withering look. Eddie gives his most charming smile and folds his arms behind his head.

God, he loves this part of their little dance. The way Steve looks at him, the undeniable fondness buried beneath the exasperation—it’s a thrill.

Steve tugs at a shirt underneath Eddie’s body, but he can’t get it free. He heaves a belabored sigh.

“Do you mind?” Steve’s eyebrow twitches.

“Not at all. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” Eddie smirks.

“If you stretch out my shirt, I’m gonna push you in the goddamn pool. Get up!” Steve jabs Eddie in the side. Eddie giggles and flinches violently.

Steve Harrington is looking at him as if he’s the best present he’s ever received, and while some deep and unacknowledged part of Eddie does flips at the sight, it’s terrifying.

“Oh, this is too good to pass up.” Steve crawls onto the bed after him, his devilish grin curling wider by the second. Eddie’s face burns and he scrambles to flee, but Steve’s already on top of him.

“Don’t you dare, Harring—aaah!” Eddie’s soul and dignity flee him in a high-pitched shriek.

“Holy shit. I’m barely touching you.” Steve staccato pokes him everywhere he can reach, quick and light, and Eddie can’t stop the giggles bursting from him in waves. He wants to think of something witty to say, but it tickles, and Steve’s smirking—it’s a lot to ask of man under these conditions.

Steve starts tickling him in earnest, his fingers skittering wherever they can reach. When Steve trips up his ribs, Eddie arches like he’s being hit with a defibrillator. He smushes his face into his hands, hoping maybe he’ll smother himself and they can call this a day, but Steve tuts at him and pulls his hands away from his face.

“No way you’re this ticklish,” Steve says again—does he really need to rub it in—and gives Eddie’s sides a curious squeeze. Eddie shrieks and flips himself over, attempting to crawl towards freedom.

“Where’re you going?” Steve drags Eddie back into place by his waist. He makes an incoherent whining noise that breaks off into laughter and goes limp on the bed. He tries to roll back over but Steve is solid on top of him. Being face-down gives him the small mercy of being able to hide his face while he cackles.

God, he didn’t even know that the back of someone’s ribs could be ticklish. Holy hell.

Eddie grabs at Steve’s knee and releases a desperate jumble of syllables. Steve yelps and falls backwards off the bed.

Eddie peeks at him over the edge of the bed, laughter petering off into gentle embers. Steve stares up at him, wide-eyed. Eddie backtracks, trying to figure out why a simple touch would’ve elicited such a big reac—oh. Oh.

Steve’s halfway down the stairs before Eddie even realizes he’s gone.

“Hey! Get back here!” Eddie skids after him two stairs at a time, swiping at the back of Steve’s shirt.

Eddie tackles Steve over the back of the couch, both of them a tangle of screeching, flailing limbs. Steve’s stronger but Eddie is scrappy, having long since abandoned his self-preservation instincts. Steve tries to roll them over and Eddie goes limp. Steve grunts under the deadweight, and it gives Eddie the two seconds he needs to clamber on top of him properly.

“Now—“ Eddie finally wrestles Steve down, huffing a lock of hair out of his eyes— “What the everloving fuck was that?”

“Nothing.” Steve’s poker face is good, but Eddie can see right through that easy smile. He walks his fingers across Steve’s stomach. Steve inhales sharply.

“Didn’t sound like nothing.” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently. Steve narrows his eyes at him, but his fake smile is very slowly twitching into a real one.

Spurred on, Eddie kneads into Steve’s stomach, gentle and a little clumsy. Steve trembles under him, wrenching a hand free just to cover his face. Little huffs and snickers wobble out of him.

“Dishing out what you can’t take? Oh, this is precious.” Eddie snickers. Steve shoves his hand into the side of his face to push him away. Eddie licks it.

Steve screeches, but that breaks the dam. The first beautiful sound from him is a snort. Eddie gasps happily, then laughs right along with Steve.

It’s not that Steve doesn’t laugh, he does, but it’s often the restrained chuckle that Eddie loves to give every royal NPC in his campaign. Eddie’s never heard anything like this, this bubbly rush littered with voice-cracks and little bouts of nose-scrunched hiccups. He didn’t know Steve was even capable of these kinds of noises.

The stupid little Scoops shirt rides up and Eddie takes advantage of bare skin. Steve squeals and goes boneless on the couch. He hits Eddie with the full brunt of his smile, unfiltered and radiant, and something in Eddie’s chest flutters.

“EddieEddieEddie--” Steve snorts again, and the speed at which his face turns scarlet suggests embarrassment. Eddie can’t imagine why.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Eddie reaches behind him and finds Steve’s knee, tickling just where the goofy shorts stop, and Steve wails. He curls his head into Eddie’s chest and seems to resign himself to die there. Eddie has absolutely no feelings about how warm Steve feels or the desperate little leg kick he does.

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrists and he relents, figuring the promise of future mischief is a sufficient tradeoff for a truce. Steve collapses back into the couch cushions with a delirious little giggle, rubbing his hands over his beaming face. Steve peeks at him overtop his hands, then snickers again.

The longer they sit here, both breathing a little hard, the longer Eddie has to notice the gentle warmth and curve of Steve’s eyes. A hysterical man would call them doe-like. Eddie accepts this new state of being and leans a little closer. His guitar pick necklace dangles over Steve’s chest. Steve’s jaw falls slack, eyes flitting to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hair falls in a frizzy curtain around them both.

Eddie doesn’t see Robin so much as he hears her—the screech of disgust bounces off every wall. He pops his head up and they make direct, unfortunate eye contact. She shoots him an all-knowing look with her beady, accusatory little eyes and he gives her his most threatening zip it gesture.

Steve decides that that’s the moment to counterattack, sending a cackling Eddie toppling off the cushions and onto the floor. Steve slides down after him, ducking under a flailing arm and scribbling his fingers wherever he can reach. Eddie curls up like a pillbug. He can hear Robin saying something but it's unintelligible over the sound of his own laughter.

“I know, right?” Steve grins back at her, then looks back to Eddie. Softly.

Steve has the audacity to wink at him. Eddie files that little moment away for Tonight Eddie to scream into a pillow about, and instead focuses on launching a counter-counterattack that’ll save his life.

#my fics #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #ticklish!steve harrington #ticklish!eddie munson #me answering this ask and sweating: dont write an essay dont write an essay there's already a fic attached to this dont--#anyways thank you anon ive been sitting on these kind words for a little bit and it really means a lot to me. <3 #kind anons carry this blog on their backs fr #also codependent besties stobin are everything to me. robin steals steves clothes and then he just starts giving them to her #also at the end robin definitely is saying that eddie laughs like a goblin and steves like yeah. he does <3 #continuation of the 'robin has a key to steve's house' saga

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