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"Baby we're high on you."

Drug Dealer!Seonghwa x f!reader x Drug Dealer!Hongjoong

Shout-out to @seventhcallisto for helping me with the planning and writing of the smut scene <333 Do check out her writing!

Parts 3/3 of Drug Dealer! Seonghwa

>>Part 1:"She's a regular here..."

>>Part 2:"Use me like a drug!"

CW: threesome, unprotected sex (stay safe guys), switch!matz, drug dealers!matz, mentions of illegal activity, a little bxb action, lmk if I missed out anything!!

< [y/n]’s dms with Seonghwa >

Hwa 💞: sweetheart?

Hwa 💞: I kinda need need your help with something

Hwa 💞: It's a big favour…

you: What is it? You know I'll help however I can

Hwa 💞: Well, Joong and I need a safe place to stay at

Hwa 💞: That big raid on PARADIGM is happening soon, and many dealers are closing shop temporarily to avoid getting caught in the crossfire from the probable gang clash, MATZ included

Hwa 💞: Do you think we could crash at your college dorm for a week or two?

Hwa 💞: It's completely fine if it's too much of an inconvenience, of course!

you: Hwa, I'd love to have you guys stay over! My roommate is actually flying off tomorrow to visit her parents in her home country. She'll be gone for the next month, so you guys are free to stay longer than 2 weeks if you need to <3

Hwa 💞: Thank you so much, my love 🫶

< Present >

Your fuzzy socks swished against the floorboards when you scrambled over to the front door at the sound of the doorbell. Quickly pulling a stray lock of hair aside to make yourself look a little more presentable, you unlocked the door, coming face-to-face with your raven-haired boyfriend.

“Seonghwa!! You're here!”

You practically launched yourself into Seonghwa's arms, earning a chuckle from him. He tilted his head downwards to kiss your hair, wild hair strands tickling the tattooed skin on his neck. You hummed appreciatively in response, and snuggled into his snakeskin blazer. The two of you stayed this way for a moment. An annoyed voice from behind Seonghwa suddenly spoke up.

“If you guys are done making me feel single, I'd like to be able to put down my things.”

You leaned around your boyfriend to see his best friend and partner-in-crime (literally), Hongjoong, standing behind him, the fur from his fluffy winter hat seemingly irritating his eyes. He stumbled slightly under the weight of the heavy duffle bag slung across his shoulder. “Oh, sorry– let me help you with that,” you mumbled. He sighed and shook his head. “No, I'm sorry, you're the one helping us out here. I'm just feeling annoyed because of all the admin work we had to do for a fucking gang clash that we're not even involved in.”

You let him step around you to enter the apartment, while Seonghwa patted his best friend on the shoulder. “It's for safety precautions, Joong. Closing MATZ temporarily is better than possibly losing it, we've talked about this.” Hongjoong huffed in response from the living room, a loud thump indicating that he had plopped himself on the couch there.

Once certain that Hongjoong was out of earshot, Seonghwa leaned downwards, gesturing to you to listen carefully.

“Hongjoong's been more stressed from this whole ordeal. Usually he just has to deal with shipment schedules and arrangements, but the raid on PARADIGM gave him a lot more work to do, what with the postponing of shipments and smuggling tactics. He's also super ticked off about having to close shop, even though it's just temporary. Personally I feel like his current workload is equivalent to what I deal with on a daily basis, but, you know, to each his own.”

You listened attentively to his words, giggling quietly at Seonghwa's sassy remark at the end. He smiled and gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks again for letting us stay over, sweetheart. We'll look after ourselves and do some chores around the place while you're at lectures, hm?”

“That would be so sweet of you. Though I'm honestly not complaining, since it means I get more time with you…”

“Mmm, I thought the same. But we,” Seonghwa's eyes lingered pointedly at the shorter man in your living room, “Won't cause any trouble. Promise.”

“I'll take your word for it, baby.”

Over the next few days, Seonghwa did indeed keep his promise of not causing any trouble. Emphasis on just Seonghwa. His best friend, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.

The living arrangements were as such: Seonghwa would sleep with you in your room, and Hongjoong would sleep on the couch in the living room. However, it wasn't long before you and Seonghwa found out that Hongjoong was secretly still doing deals with clients. And he was hiding his products in the crevices of your sofa. “The grind never stops, I gotta make that bag,” he'd protested when you confronted him about a box of ice that was shoved under a couch cushion. But thanks to Seonghwa's unlikely, but still plausible, argument of getting your dormitory raided under police investigation for illegal activities, he was able to get the younger man to get rid of the goods. Also, it wouldn't have been a very good look on you if Yujin, your roommate, came back to find tiny jars of weed rolling around under the couch.

Eventually, to prevent him from pulling another similar stunt again, Seonghwa and you agreed to let him sleep in Yujin's room, which was right next to yours and would let Seonghwa keep an ear on his best friend's movements. Hongjoong had readily agreed to this. Now both the threat of getting into trouble with the cops and the threat of dealing with Kim “your-couch-gave-me-a-fucking-backache” Hongjoong every morning were out of the way.

A few days passed after the new arrangements were made, and there was a particular morning that Hongjoong started acting weird around you.

It was the morning after the three of you had sat down together for a drink, celebrating you finally submitting a paper that had been torturing you for a week. Having gotten blackout drunk for the first time in a while, you didn't remember what had happened after waking up in the morning. You'd assumed that Seonghwa had just carried you back to bed after you'd fallen asleep from the alcohol (it wasn't the first time your boyfriend's had to deal with your drinking habits).

Yawning and scratching at your neck, you stepped out into the hallway, head aching from the hangover and stomach grumbling for something savoury. The sound of water running in the shared bathroom indicated that Seonghwa was taking his usual morning shower, so you decided to make breakfast for everyone. You stumbled slightly into the kitchen/dining room, surprised to see Hongjoong slumped over a cup of coffee at the kitchen island.

“Joong?”

The man jumped slightly at you calling him. He'd evidently been spacing out before you made your presence known. He dipped his head at you, his unusually jittery eyes avoiding contact with your own.

“Good morning y/n…”

“Why're you up so early? I usually don't see you awake and aware of your surroundings until lunchtime.”

“Ah… I slept earlier than usual after that drink with you and Hwa. So I managed to get up earlier.”

Hongjoong took your hum as an approval. Sure, it was a lie, but you didn't know that. His breath hitched when you stretched your arms back, letting out a quiet moan at the same time.

“You okay, Joong? Did you drink too much last night?”

“A-ah, yeah…uhm, in fact, I really need to go lie down right now.”

“Oh, but I was about to make breakfast for us…”

“There's no need to make a portion for me! I'll join you and Seonghwa later for lunch, maybe.”

You pursed your lips at his hurried response, but shrugged it off. Hongjoong hopped off the elevated kitchen island stool, shuffling back down the hall and into his temporary room.

Once inside, he groaned and bit his lip, nearly drawing blood from how hard his teeth dug into his lip. Memories of the night before flashed through Hongjoong's mind. Lying alone in bed, shamelessly listening to you and his best friend fuck relentlessly on the other side the wall. Turns out you'd forgotten how horny excessive alcohol would make you. And the walls were, evidently, very very thin.

Hongjoong whined pathetically at the raging boner in his shorts, which had formed when you were talking to him in the kitchen. How was he supposed to face you after overhearing you at your most vulnerable state? How could he, after hearing your whimpers and cries of “Seonghwa, harder~”, his best friend's name that slipped out of your mouth like a prayer? How could he, after he had snuck a hand down his shorts, stroking himself to the rhythm of your melodious moans? He swore under his breath, making a promise to himself to just avoid talking to you alone until the gang clash was over, and he could finally leave.

That, however, proved very hard to do, especially with an intuitive man like Park Seonghwa in the premises. Being the observant person he is, he quickly picked up on Hongjoong's closed-off body language and evasive responses to your small talk. He immediately figured out exactly what was bothering Hongjoong, too. After all, on that night, Seonghwa was drunk but still aware enough to know that the younger man had probably overheard him fucking his needy girlfriend into the mattress. The only difference was that while it bothered Hongjoong and made him all flustered and embarrassed, it had actually been a major turn-on for Seonghwa himself. There had been plenty of instances when he had made out with or had sex with you in his office, the premise of possibly getting caught by his business partner always spurring him on. Sadly, Hongjoong had never actually walked in on it happening. However, staying in the same house as the two of you made it bound to happen. And it did nothing but excite Seonghwa. He would surely exploit this.

☆☆☆

Nearly 2 weeks into his and Seonghwa's stay at your dorm, Hongjoong laid across the bed, mindlessly reloading his messages. He groaned. Never would he have known that he'd ever actually miss the usual stream of texts from clients ordering from MATZ’s supply. It was quiet. Too quiet. He hopped up from the bed, opting to go watch a movie in the living room to pass some time. You and Seonghwa had gone out for a late-night convenience store run, and had taken Hongjoong's request for a dessert.

Plopping down on the couch, Hongjoong winced at the memory of sleepless nights on the cramped cushions. Sure, now he was sleeping in an actual bed, but with the things he's overheard next to his temporary room, was it really any better than the lumpy couch? His mind began wandering at this thought again. He bit his lip shamefully when he imagined your muffled moaning and whines from that night. He stared at the growing tent in his sweats, contemplating silently on whether he should do something about it.

Just as he was reaching for the boner between his legs, the familiar clatter and squeak of a key came from the door. Hongjoong quickly shoved a cushion over his lap and pointed the remote at the TV, playing a random movie to look occupied.

“Joong! Hwa and I are back!”

“And we got that rice pudding you asked for~”

You and Seonghwa walked into the living room, shrugging off jackets that were slightly wet from rainwater. Had it been raining? Hongjoong was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice. He smiled gratefully at Seonghwa when he handed him a plastic bag, no doubt containing his beloved pudding. Hongjoong's eyes momentarily flickered up to the “MATZ” tattoo scrawled across his best friend's neck.

Drops of sweat and rainwater trickled down the blurred black lines and Seonghwa's dewy skin. Seonghwa was panting slightly, a red tinge on his pale face, possibly from running in the rain earlier on. Hongjoong's mind wandered again. Does Seonghwa pant like that and look like that when he fucks you? Would you kiss against his sweaty neck when he has you bent in half?

“Joong? I asked you if you need a spoon…”

Hongjoong snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Seonghwa speaking. He nodded quickly and mumbled a “yeah”, still avoiding eye contact with both Seonghwa and you. What the fuck? Why was he daydreaming about the both of you now? Maybe the lack of activity and work was really driving him mad. He didn't notice you standing at the nearby kitchen island, exchanging mischievous glances with Seonghwa who was leaning against the couch backing.

“Hey Hongjoong, have you been doing alright?”

“H..huh? What? Why are you asking?”

“You've been so closed off lately. Both Hwa and I have noticed it.”

Your voice was laced with sympathy, hiding your intentions. Hongjoong sighed tiredly and scratched at his neck. You made eye contact with your boyfriend, fighting the urge to smile at his knowing glance.

“Uh, yeah, I'm good… probably just getting used to the new sleeping arrangements.”

“No way, you miss sleeping on that crappy, old couch? I didn't take you for a masochist, Joong.”

Walking over to sit next to the younger man, Seonghwa prodded teasingly at him. You slid over and joined the duo on the couch, sitting on Hongjoong's other side. Hongjoong was still oblivious to yours and his best friend's movements, his fists clutched tightly on the cushion covering his rock-hard dick.

“I'm good… Just a little stressed about not being able to work, probably.”

“Ahhh, I see~ You must be really tense.”

“Mhm, look at him, Hwa! His shoulders are so stiff and tight.”

Without warning, you reached out and put your hands on Hongjoong's shoulders, giving an experimental squeeze. What neither you nor Seonghwa expected, however, was for a deep, drawn-out moan to escape from Hongjoong's lips.

Hongjoong's eyes widened and filled with panic at the realisation of what he did. Waving his hands frantically at yours and Seonghwa's blank stares, he jumped up from the couch and started talking at what seemed like a hundred syllables-per-second.

“Oh fuck oh shit I'm so sorry- I don't know why I made that noise, I've just been so tense and like stressed and shit- honestly speaking my shoulders are really sensitive, too, so like-”

The couch cushion slipped off his lap in his frenzy. Unbeknownst to him, this made you and Seonghwa notice the raging boner in his sweats. Hongjoong didn't even clock the knowing glance you and your boyfriend shared, instead continuing to ramble a stream of apologies.

“Hongjoong.”

“--I know, I know, it was extremely inappropriate for me to fucking moan in front of your girlfriend, Hwa!! Please forget what you just–”

“Kim Hongjoong!! I know you heard us fucking the other night!”

Both yours and Hongjoong's eyes grew as wide as saucers.

“Baby, what… what d'you mean?”

Your lips trembled, a deep blush appearing on your face as you hesitated to speak up. Your boyfriend had told you that Hongjoong had been sexually frustrated recently, but he'd conveniently left out the part about him overhearing the two of you having sex. Wait, was that why Hongjoong was horny in the first place?

Seonghwa offered you a soft, reassuring glance in response, the subtle clench of your thighs not going unnoticed by his sharp eyes. He quickly turned his gaze back to the man standing dumbfounded in front of the two of you.

He had never seen his best friend look so taken aback, flustered and embarrassed, all at the same time. Hongjoong's face was paused on an expression that screamed “oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-shit”. Seonghwa maintained a stern look, with you shifting uncomfortably behind him. The room suddenly felt very, very warm.

“Seonghwa, look, I….”

Hongjoong finally opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off almost immediately.

“Do you wanna have sex with us?”

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Hongjoong stared, bewildered, at Seonghwa, wondering if all the weed he did was finally catching up to him.

“I– excuse me?”

“Yeah, Hwa, what the fuck..?”

Seonghwa scoffed at both of you. He arched his neck onto the back of the couch, the tattoo on his neck seemingly dancing seductively against his skin as he did so. He slid a veiny hand down to your exposed thigh, cold rings against your skin earning a shuddering sigh from you. He smirked when he saw Hongjoong's boner twitch in his sweatpants.

“Don't act like you guys haven't thought about it! Hongjoong, I've seen how your eyes linger on my sweetheart's pretty tits when she wears her tank tops around the house. I'm not blind, I always catch you checking out my ass and my neck, too. You want both of us, don't you? And Y/N, right now, I can see you squeezing your thighs.”

Hongjoong watched with bated breath as Seonghwa's finger slid into the opening of your shorts. You jumped a little when his thick fingertip made contact with your soaking-wet panties.

“Fuck, babygirl, you got turned on from knowing that my best friend heard me fucking you into the sheets? You're so wet for us, so dirty, hm?”

You whined at his words, body instinctively leaning closer to him, before dazedly nodding in acknowledgement. Seonghwa smiled at this. He really knew your body and your kinks like the back of his goddamn hand. He then whipped his head at Hongjoong, who was slowly inching away, evidently debating between staying to see what was going to happen, or changing his name and fleeing the country.

“So? What d'you say to a threesome?”

“I…”

Hongjoong's eyes darted uncertainly to you. You were leaning against Seonghwa, eyes glazed over and looking very needy. Seonghwa cooed at you, at the same time reassuring the hesitant man.

“Don't worry. The two of us have talked about having sex together with another person. She's honestly as into it as I am, and who else would be a better candidate than my hot best friend?”

Hongjoong bit his lip in deep thought. Despite his years of friendship with Seonghwa, he did often think of the two of you at the same time, especially on those lonely nights in his bed. Even before he overhead you fucking. After all, you were a very hot couple. He attempted to reason with himself, taking a brief moment to weigh the pros and cons. But his dick was so hard it felt like it was gonna burst. And this could be the opportunity of a lifetime. Heck, it was practically being served to him on a silver-fucking-platter.

“Fuck, man, let's do it.”

♡♡♡

Seonghwa’s tough hands had gently spread your legs apart for Hongjoong. The other waited with bated breath when he finally got a good look at your damp panties. “Fuck” he hissed under his breath, and Seonghwa's lip quirked up into a smirk. Peering back up to look into your dazed eyes, Seonghwa parted one of his hands from your thighs to gently skim his fingers over your slit, causing your thighs to jolt. “Seonghwa~” you whined gently, turning your head into the pillow. “You're so wet babygirl” he murmured, glancing to Hongjoong who had been sitting there, his hands balled into his lap to keep them to himself.

“Go on joong, touch her,” he retreated his hand after skimming your clit through the fabric, another low moan falling from your lips. “And you, baby, don't move an inch” Seonghwa's voice spoke up once more, in a sterner tone this time. Hongjoong didn't have to be told twice, with a single look to confirm, he shifted to laying between your wide hips, guiding your legs over his shoulders.

You were soaked. Evidence lingered on the expansion of your panties, a dark patch of wetness that Hongjoong wanted nothing more than to indulge himself in. Taste and get lost in. His fingers parted your folds through the fabric, thumbing your clit gently as he ran his fingers around your slick. You breathily whimpered, already tired of the teasing - but willing to take it slow for Hongjoong.

“You look so fucking pretty,” Seonghwa groaned by your ear, lying next to you to hold your hips down. He knew you tended to get a little overzealous with your movements. You whimpered at the praise, guiding your hand through your boyfriend's hair to tug him on your mouth, a mess of tongue and teeth, the slight chill of his grillz, even when he pulled away to begin kissing along your neck. Generously pulling your shirt over your chest so he could shove his hands into the warmth of your breasts, kneading the flushed flesh.

“Not even a bra, fuck, wanted to play with these pretty tits as soon as I saw you in this tight ass shirt,” he hummed into your neck. Before you could reply, Hongjoong placed an open kiss on your clit through your panties, making you jolt.

Hongjoong’s tongue swept out to lick up the length of your cunt, humming at the taste of you, his nose ever so gently bumping against your clit every time he swipes through your folds, wetting you with his saliva and collecting all of the slick you've produced so far. A trail of heat building in your core from the foreplay, the rough pads of Seonghwa's expert fingers pinching and twirling your nipples has you clenching around nothing. With a whine, your head falls to the bed. “Hwa- joong- please,” you called out, needing to feel something in your pussy or else you'd go insane.

Or worse, beg for it. Hongjoong’s lashes parted to glance at Seonghwa. Lust, dark and heavy swirled in his eyes as soon as they clashed. Joong couldn't help but grind his hips forward into the bed, his cock catching at the front of his sweats, he swirls his thumb over your clit once again to apply more pressure. Watching Seonghwa squeeze once on your tits, exhorting another distorted sound from your lungs. “Are you gonna let Hongjoong play with that pretty pussy of yours, darling? Put his mouth and fingers all over you?” He murmurs, breath fanning over your ear.

You nodded your head eagerly, whimpering under your breath and shifting your thighs at the thought. The anticipation building up within you. Seonghwa's hand left your breast to grab your chin, pinching it enough so that your eyes popped open to see what he was doing.

Confidence was in every corner of Seonghwa's eyes, a dominance that would eat you alive. “Say it, sweetheart.” He purred, dropping his hand to crane your neck to look at Hongjoong, still rubbing circles into your sensitive bud.

His eyes - equally blown and lustful as Seonghwa's - were trained directly on you, your breath caught. “Hongjoong.. joong will you please touch my pretty pussy? Please.” You spoke with clearness, an eagerness only a person as demanding as Seonghwa would get out of you.

Hongjoong didn't need to be told twice.

He immediately dived in, tugging aside the crotch of your panties before attaching his mouth to your pussy. A loud moan tore from your throat when he began lapping at your already soaking folds. Surely your neighbours would've heard that, and would be complaining to you the next morning, but you could care less. He slurped relentlessly at your wetness, humming happily into your cunt, all while you squirmed and let out little “ah-ah”s for the two men. Music to their ears.

You cried out when Hongjoong's finger prodded the rim of your pussy, helplessly clawing at his hand to stuff his fingers in as far as possible. He scoffed under his breath, taken aback by your urgency.

“She's needy, isn't she, Joong?”

“Y-yeah, fuck…”

Seonghwa smirked at his best friend's reply, opting to tease him further when a mischievous remark came to mind.

“Bet you think about her crying for your cock, huh?”

Hongjoong blushed furiously at Seonghwa's cheeky accusation.

“S-shut up, man!”

He rolled his eyes at Seonghwa before stuffing his index and middle fingers into you. This pulled out a needy moan from you, twisting your fists into the sheets at the sensation of Hongjoong's fingers caressing your pussy walls. He couldn't help but groan at how your body just yearned for more and more of his touch. You clenched around on his fingers, cumming faster than expected. Hongjoong couldn't help but stare at you; breasts rising and falling from your orgasm, a thin layer of sweat that had formed on your dewy skin. He knew he just had to give you more.

Hongjoong looked nervously at Seonghwa, who was still laying leisurely across the bed and caressing your skin.

“Seonghwa… May I….”

“Hm?”

Hongjoong tried to speak up to the older man, but his words trailed off once more. Seonghwa knew what he was going to ask. And he already knew he would allow whatever it was. But was he going to let Hongjoong do it without saying it out aloud? No way in hell.

The prolonged eye contact between the two men made Hongjoong understood what Seonghwa was asking for. Sucking in a deep breath, he finally spoke.

“May I… Can I fuck her?”

Seonghwa's lips curled into a satisfied smile and he nodded, pleased with himself for having gotten Hongjoong to speak up for once.

Hongjoong fumbled with his belt, slipping it off with a click and pulling down his pants and boxers at once. His cock was rock hard and already leaking pre-cum. Even in your dazed state, you still marvelled over how girthy it was. It was not as long as your boyfriend's, but it was plenty thick and would definitely stretch you out. You whimpered when Hongjoong rubbed his tip over your entrance. He groaned at how your slick essentially served as a natural lube for him. Seonghwa cooed at you when you grabbed his hand for support.

“Aww, you wanna be stretched out by my best friend's cock, my love?”

“M-mhm, p-please~”

“It's his dick, not mine, sweetheart. Tell Hongjoong what you want.”

You mewled at Seonghwa's stern tone and turned shyly to the man standing between your legs. Sliding a hand down in between your thighs, you used your digits to stretch open your sopping pussy.

“Please fuck me, Joongie~”

If it was even remotely possible, Hongjoong felt himself grow even harder at your voice. How could someone be so fucking perfect? Who was he to deny you of your desires.

“Since you asked so nicely~”

Hongjoong chuckled and sank his dick into your hole, the wind in his lungs almost being knocked out from how perfectly warm you felt. He grunted and knitted his eyebrows in frustration, hips twitching slightly in place. It was taking everything in him not to just start thrusting into you at an animalistic pace. You sighed breathily when his girthy member pushed into you, whining quietly while trying to get used to his size. The entire time, Seonghwa was peppering kisses on your hand and rubbing his thumb soothingly over your forehead.

“That's it, love, you're doing so good for him, hm? It's almost like you were made for cock, baby, you look so precious right now.”

Your boyfriend hummed sweet nothings into your ear as you took deep breaths, your body slowly accommodating to take Hongjoong's thickness. When you were sufficiently stretched out enough, you nodded at Hongjoong, who gladly obliged to start moving.

The room filled with your whiny moans, mixed with Hongjoong's breathy grunts. Seonghwa watched on with a lustful gaze at the scene taking place before him; his best friend and business partner, rocking in and out of his sweet, beloved girlfriend's dripping pussy. He couldn't have been more turned on. He bit his lip at the sight of your cunt stretching out everytime Hongjoong pushed his dick into it, again and again. Your slick leaked out around his girthy member, giving it a sheen under the dim bedroom lights.

Seonghwa's eyes perked up when he noticed Hongjoong was starting to move faster. His thrusts grew more erratic and uneven, eliciting cries of “J-joongie wait!!” from you. Hongjoong was in the zone, his head thrown back and whines growing louder as his hips did anything but stop. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he was about to cum.

This didn't sit right with Seonghwa. He could tell you hadn't cum yet, so why was Hongjoong rushing for his own orgasm already? Clearly he needed to be taught a lesson.

Seonghwa quickly got up and got behind Hongjoong, pulling him out of you and tossing him effortlessly onto the bed. You whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth, and Hongjoong let out a yelp of dissatisfaction. But before he could complain, Seonghwa held him down by his thighs and started furiously jerking off his leaky cock with his free hand.

Hongjoong's protests turned to desperate whines, his breathing growing increasingly turbulent, as his best friend twisted and pulled at his twitching cock. When he finally released, cumming all over his stomach and Seonghwa's hand. Seonghwa smiled, clearly pleased with himself. He jeered snarkily at Hongjoong.

“Looks like your stamina for fucking is the same as your stamina for your workload~”

Seonghwa then lifted his slender hand to his mouth, making it a point to slowly lick off Hongjoong's thick cum while making direct eye contact with him. The younger man watched with flickering eyelids, biting his lip so hard that it almost drew blood.

You watched the whole scene unfold with hooded eyes. Despite being upset over not being able to orgasm, you couldn't help but clench your thighs at the fucked-out look on Hongjoong's face.

After getting off Hongjoong, Seonghwa slid over to you, helping you to sit up and kissing you tenderly on your neck. Catching a look at your pouty expression, he murmured a quick apology and winked at you, before turning back to Hongjoong.

He'd finally recovered from his release, and was now looking irritably at Seonghwa.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“My sweetheart was nowhere near cumming, yet you were already chasing your own orgasm. Talk about selfish, Hongjoong.”

“Dude…”

Your boyfriend chuckled at the younger man's defeated body language.

“It's fine. We all make mistakes,” (cue Hongjoong looking offended as fuck) “Let me show you how to actually please an angel like her.”

Seonghwa laid you back onto the sheets, his eyes searching yours for any form of denial. Still such a gentleman even after he'd watched his best friend pound you like there was no tomorrow. You nodded eagerly, eager - heck, desperate - to give him any number of orgasms at this point. “My sweet girl,” he chuckled lightly into your ear, kissing down the valley of your breasts while slipping off his belt and pants.

You drooled at the sight of his cock lying against your thigh. No matter how many times you'd seen it, you could never get over how long and pretty it was. Flushed with beads of precum leaking from the tip, poised at an angle that hit your g-spot everytime without fail.

As Seonghwa lined himself up at your twitching hole, he turned to face Hongjoong, who was sitting on the other end of the bed and watching the two of you intently. His dick was already rock hard again. Seonghwa rubbed his hand up your thigh lovingly, actions clashing with the stern tone he would use to address the other man.

“Watch and learn, Hongjoong.”

He leisurely rolled his hips into yours, lengthy dick already rubbing against that sweet spot in you. You jolted at the sensation, hands immediately flying up to grip at his toned arms.

“Ah- ah, Seonghwa~!”

He grinned at how fast you were reacting for him, before setting a steady pace and leaving love bites all over your chest. He reached up to push your legs over his shoulders, strong grip leaving behind blurry red marks against your thighs. Your mind grew fuzzy within mere minutes. It was amazing how well your boyfriend knew your body. Your hands left his arms to curl into his hair, tugging lightly at his short, cute ponytail for support. His heavenly groans and your rhythmic moans mixed together like the symphony of an orchestra. Hongjoong could only watch and tug lightly at his dick, unsure of whose position he wanted to be in at that moment.

In between his heavy thrusts, Seonghwa made eye contact with you. He smiled radiantly, making your heart skip a beat. That loving, heartfelt look in his sparkly eyes and the expert movement of his hips pushed you over the edge. Your hips canted against his pelvis, orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave.

“S-seonghwa, I-!”

You let out a high-pitched mewl, body shaking as you creamed around your lover's dick. A white ring quickly formed around the base of his still-hard cock. Seonghwa hummed satisfactorily as he swiped at your dripping release and stuck his coated finger into your mouth. You gladly obliged, sucking on his fingertip, tasting the orgasm you'd given to him. The hazy look in your eyes only steered him on even more.

Seonghwa leaned down, voice barely above a whisper.

“Think you can give me another one, love? Maybe stick Joongie’s cock in your mouth while you're at it? After all, he didn't get to finish in you~”

“Hwaa….but only you can cum in me..?”

Pride bubbled in Seonghwa's chest at your response.

“Mmm, that's right, baby. But we have to give him some sort of consolation prize, especially since he's been so patient.”

Hongjoong's whiny voice suddenly cut him off.

“Fuck, the two of you are so frustratingly hot, but weren't you supposed to help me?? My balls are about to fucking burst, and you having your little moment isn't really helping.”

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, sighing dramatically at the man's impatience. He quickly made eye contact with you, smiling when you nodded, a green light for the night to continue.

“You're so needy, Joong… get your ass over here.”

You'd never seen anyone get up so fast and run over. Seonghwa sat on the edge of the mattress, directing for you to sit on his thighs, your back flush against his chest. Excitement tingled in your core when he lifted you easily, sinking you onto his erect dick. You closed your eyes for a moment, getting used to his lengthy cock resting in you. When you came to, Hongjoong stood in front of you, his own heavy, leaky dick out on display. His expression was a mix of relief and desperation.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, man, fuck, let's just get to it-”

“Shut up! I was talking to Y/n.”

Before you could giggle at the two men's bickering, Hongjoong shoved his dick into your mouth. You could feel it pulsating against the opening of your throat. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you began bobbing your head up and down on him. Hongjoong moaned shakily, hands finding the base of your neck for support.

“She's good at sucking cock, isn't she?”

Your boyfriend sounded proud. Hongjoong could only groan in response, nodding eagerly at the same time. Seonghwa quietly enjoyed the scene for a short while before he started to thrust lightly into you, veiny hands squeezing the plush flesh of your ass. You gasped around Hongjoong's girthy member, your whimpers sending vibrations through him. He couldn't help but shudder at the sight before him; his best friend's cute girlfriend expertly deepthroating him, while said best friend sat below her and grinded into her plush ass. Your plump lips enveloped Hongjoong's cock again and again, allowing him to fully enjoy the view. Watching the furrow of Seonghwa's eyebrows and beads of sweat dripping down his forehead was the cherry on top. Who knew such perfect scenery existed?

It wasn't long before both men's movements began speeding up. You whined pathetically, trying to keep up. Granted, they were both sensitive from the previous rounds, but so were you.

You began bouncing your ass on Seonghwa, while simultaneously gulping on Hongjoong. The three of you let out increasingly loud sounds that echoed around the room; Hongjoong's grunting, Seonghwa's frantic pants, and your desperate sobs. They blended together with the sounds of skin slapping and slurping to form a melody, one so lewd yet so exquisite, merely listening to it would be as good as taking an aphrodisiac.

Soon enough, Hongjoong climaxed, hot cum so thick and copious that some leaked out the sides of your mouth. You hit your third orgasm of the night, body convulsing at the overstimulation. Seonghwa came last, his breath hitching as he jerked his hips one more time into your cunt. Your mouth slipped off Hongjoong's dick, and you let your head fall back onto your boyfriend's shoulder. You dazedly swallowed the remaining cum on your tongue, making sure to make eye contact with Hongjoong in the process. You didn't bother to get off Seonghwa's dick, opting to sit on it and bask in the warmth that was his milky release leaking out of your used cunt.

The 3 of you panted heavily for a few minutes, clearly still processing one of, if not the best orgasm any of you had ever shared with another person. In this case, your first orgasm that you'd shared with 2 other very attractive people. You eventually spoke up, getting the attention of both men.

“Did… Did I do good for both of you?”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong turned your way, with a wobble in your voice you asked - struggling with your throat from the amount of dick you've taken.

“Good? Fuck, baby, we're high on you.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa unexpectedly spoke at the same time, making you giggle at how in sync they were. Seonghwa glanced up at Hongjoong, who was still coming down from his high.

“You finally relaxed, man?”

“Mm, yeah, Joongie, you were the whole reason we even did this…” you trailed off, pushing your hair out of your face gently.

“You bet I am,” Hongjoong sighed contentedly, before adding on, “Fuck, I don't even feel like going back to work anymore.. “

“Then I'd better not find any more weed in my couch! You have something else to think about, now.”

Hongjoong's eyebrows raised at your remark - disappearing into his sweaty bangs - surprised by your energy level.

“Aren't you exhausted?? You just took 2 dicks, you should be knocked out by now.'' Seonghwa chuckled at Hongjoong's remark, swiping his hand across your sweaty back.

“Oooo, he's got a point, sweetheart…I bet you could go for another round~”

You groaned and pulled off of Seonghwa, throwing yourself onto the other side of the bed. You pulled the sheets tight over your body, but not before shoving a pillow at the two men.

“Forget it!! You guys are mean. I think Joong rubbed off on you, Hwa!” You whined, clenching your thighs tightly- fluids still dripping from your core, despite the urge to roll over from the men - Seonghwa was already tilting towards you. Lightly palming your hip with a grin.

“Come on sweetheart, let's get you washed up."

Author's note:

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tonowarii · 1 year

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Yawne

Pairing: Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan x Fem! Dreamwalker! Reader

Request: Tsu'tey with a dreamwalker reader were they come up with human nicknames for him when they are training become one of the na'vi, and he's confused and asks jake. So when he finds out he starts calling her nicknames that are meant for mates or something in his language. Something that makes the reader flustered. If you want to.

Word count: 2.3k

Warning/s: none really?? just fluff bc tsu'tey <333

Note: tsu'tey i miss u man come back <3 Anyways, likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are much appreciated! Let me know what you think!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

yawne - beloved

tìyawn - love

You face planted. Hard.

Groaning, you prop yourself up with your elbows. Your face was caked with mud from falling off your direhorse.

“Glad I’m not the only one falling off my ass.” You could hear Jake playfully say as he walked with Neytiri, going somewhere to teach him how to use a bow.

You could hear Neytiri smack him on the arm, muttering something else.

“Yeah, yeah, piss off.” You say with a light chuckle.

“You are not taking this seriously.” Someone spoke from above you.

Looking up, you spot the usual scowl on the man’s face, Tsu’tey. Soon to be olo’eyktan of the Omaticaya clan. The man you wanted to choke the living daylights of, at the same time he was also the man whom your heart started to beat for.

It was stupid, really, falling in love with your instructor, you knew your stay here would may as well be temporary, but you were going to make the most of it.

“I am, give me a break I just fell off my horse.” You grumble, standing up to meet his eye, well, you still had to look up from the difference in height.

“There are no breaks. How are you going to learn? You Sky People should just go away.”

You knew of his distaste in the Sky People, and you couldn’t blame him. You hated your own kind too. For now, you just played with him.

“I can’t, I know you’d miss me, Casanova.” The edge of your lip curls up in a smirk at the nickname you gave him.

Tsu’tey’s brow knitted together at confusion for the said nickname, yet he ignores it, jerking his head towards the horse. “Again.”

All you could do was sigh and hop on the direhorse again.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

As you got used to Tsu’tey being by your side, the nicknames you gave him started to get worse. However, you enjoyed the grumpy look on the warrior, it made you laugh.

“Where are we going now, Romeo?” You asked, trailing behind him through the forest, holding your bow.

You could hear his tall figure let out a ‘Tch’ before he kept going.

“Not even going to answer me, Romeo? Oh, you pain me.” You giggle.

“I do not understand what you are saying, woman.” Tsu’tey said, stopping and finally looking at you.

“That’s why it makes things more exciting, don’t you think? Since we’re spending all this time together.” You speak nonchalantly. Tsu’tey couldn’t believe how lively you were being.

And the worst part is? He’s enjoying it.

None of the young hunters he had trained had the personality like you, no. It was either they were too focused, which Tsu’tey liked, but the others were too scared or often other female na’vi would just flirt with him.

But he would rather feed himself to a viperwolf than let you know that he’d been enjoying this little game of nicknames of yours, even if he didn’t know what it meant. It made all the time spent with you more fun, like he said, lively.

Still, he was always reminded that you were one of the Sky People, another dreamwalker on their planet. But why was he feeling a certain way when you smile at him?

When you perfected something he taught you, why does he want to go to you and congratulate you by holding your hand and smiling at you?

Instead, what he does is nod at you, before making you do it again to make sure. He must remain professional, but why does his instinct crumble when it comes to you?

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“Hold it.” Tsu’tey said to you as you held your drawn bow.

“Higher.” Tsu’tey commanded, but you didn’t follow. He bites the inside of his cheek before grabbing your elbow, your body inches away from his as he raised your elbow at the height it was intended. He never failed to notice the slight dark hue to your cheeks.

He backed away again, wanting to see your form. “ (Correct).”

You smile at him, and he almost smiles back at you.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The game went on and soon you’ve called him a bunch of names.

It ranged from honey, sweetie, sweetheart, honey bun, and a bunch more that Tsu’tey couldn’t keep up with. It made him curious, why were you calling him like that?

So, there he was one night after a feast, his eyes trailed to you. You were wearing their clothes and you looked even beautiful. You were currently laughing about something with Neytiri when the curiosity of his mind got the better of him.

Thankfully, Jake was just right beside him.

“I have a question, JakeSully.” He said to the man who seemed quite busy stuffing his mouth with food.

“Oh, sure. What’s up?”

Tsu’tey suddenly debated whether he should really be asking Jake. But as since the two of you were from the same kind, he figured he knows much more a lot about it than the others.

“(Y/N) keeps calling me things- things I do not understand.” Tsu’tey said.

“Oh? What things?” Jake replied.

“What does ‘honey bunch’ mean?”

At that, Jake could swear he inhaled some of his food as he broke out into a laugh.

Tsu’tey frowned, does it mean something bad? Were you making fun of him the whole time?

“Man, didn’t know she had it in her.” Jake laughed.

“What does it mean?” Tsu’tey said, slightly tightening his grip on the strap of his holster, awaiting Jake’s answer.

“Well, it’s a nickname, I know you know that. But its you know, something you call your… how do I put this?” Jake thought. “Like its something you call your mate only.”

Tsu’tey then felt his grip loosen at Jake’s words. All this time you were calling him names that were meant for your beloved.

Tsu’tey’s mouth went agape for a moment, before gulping and nodding. “Ah, I see.”

“Its also a way for her to tell you that she likes you, trust me, I know her.” Jake said before going back to eating and talking with the other na’vi.

He inhales, his eyes finding their way back to you, to his surprise, your eyes met his.

Then you smiled and waved at him.

He didn’t know how to respond, so he moves away from your gaze, busying himself with his thoughts that he missed your frown at being ignored.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You and Tsu’tey now sat in front of each other, under one of the highest branches in hometree.

He was teaching you how to speak na’vi.

“Nam’ake.” Tsu’tey said.

“Namate.” You repeated but Tsu’tey shook his head.

“Nam’ake.” He repeated.

“Nam’ake.” You said.

“Good.”

There was that smile of yours again. “You are learning well, tìyawn.” He smiles smugly at your confused face.

“What does that mean?” You ask him as he shrugged, smirking. “Hey, no fair, since when did you also start calling me names, huh?” You spoke.

“You started it first.” He was now being playful with you, which was a new thing , still, you enjoyed it, getting to see this side of Tsu’tey.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You just finally had your first kill as you closed your eyes, thanking a silent prayer to Eywa before mercy killing the hexapede in front of you with your dagger.

Tsu’tey watched, a proud smile on his face as you learned well from him.

“You are ready, yawne.”

You open your eyes again to look at him. “You got to tell me what that means.” You say, standing up, sheathing your dagger back into its holster.

“Maybe one day.” He replies.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

After countless days, you were now ready to be signified as one of the people, one of the Omaticaya.

Tsu’tey and Neytiri traced the white liquid onto you and Jake’s body.

You could feel yourself shiver as Tsu’tey’s hand dips into the bowl then traced a line down your lips. You could feel his concentration. You didn’t miss how his fingers lingered on your lips before removing them.

Tsu’tey was proud of you. Once you walked out with Jake, you could see all of the Omaticaya turn their heads towards the two of you. It made you shiver, you heart spiking as you made your way down.

You and Jake were still beside each other as Eytukan was in front of you. “You are now a son and daughter of Omaticaya.” He spoke in Na’vi. You stare at his gentle gaze. “You are part of The People.”

Eytukan both laid a hand on yours and Jake’s shoulder. You could feel yourself becoming one with them. Not just a person in an avatar body, but as truly one of the people. You see Neytiri clasps her hand on Jake’s body, a proud smile on her face, making you smile too.

Then you suddenly feel two rough, calloused hands rest their place on your shoulder and you immediately recognize who it was.

Tsu’tey.

And then a big feast was yet again held, celebrating becoming one with the people as you and Jake were now warmly welcomed by the others.

“Come, come dance with us!” Neytiri said, pulling you up from your sitting position. Your eyes widened as you gasped. “Neytiri, I’m no dancer!” You said, dark hue tinting your cheeks.

Neytiri smiled yet she was persistent as you already found yourself standing and being pulled along with her.

Tsu’tey didn’t miss the scene as his eyes followed yours, he watched as you began to dance along with the Omaticaya women. His eyes only focusing on your figure. He watched how you went from doing small moves into finally feeling yourself as your hips dipped and swayed to the drumming.

His eyes were only pried away when one of his friends talked to him.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

After finishing the dance, you laugh, out of breath as you and Neytiri conversed, making your way back to your original spot. You had a few drinks in your system that you didn’t even realize was possible, leaving your face lightly flushed and feeling confident.

Reaching the destination giggling to yourselves, Neytiri playfully shoved you against Tsu’tey’s front. You gasped as your hands placed themselves on his broad chest to stop the impact as his arms instinctively reached out to catch you.

“Enjoy (Y/N).” Neytiri teases before going to Jake, pulling him up from his seat and dragging him somewhere. You gasp at her, laughing to yourself, not realizing a certain warrior was now holding your almost intoxicated self.

Your attention was now turned to Tsu’tey as you looked up at him. “Hi.” You greet with a sheepish smile, your hands still on his chest., lingering there for a few seconds before you retracted it, the same with Tsu’tey’s arms.

You then tried to move beside him to sit when he suddenly grabbed your arm, making you stop and look up at him again, your breath hitching in your throat.

“(Y/N).” He said your name with his thick accent, his voice almost lower than its usual tone. “Hmm?” You inquired. Before you know it, he was leading you somewhere away from the people… somewhere secluded yet beautiful as the bioluminescence glowed and you could hear the trinkling of water somewhere nearby.

Tsu’tey did not know what he was doing, but he guessed it was time to say it, before everything was too late.

But he feels his words melt away as he saw you standing there, your hair was down in cascading waves from them being trapped in a braid for too long, you were wearing a top adorned with little flowers and vines as they littered your chest. You were looking around, your face in awe, admiring the flowers that glowed and the ground beneath you glow as you stepped.

Think straight. Tsu’tey tells himself.

Moving towards you, he reaches for your arm.

You glance at him with a smile. “It’s beautiful here.”

“(Y/N).” He speaks again. You listen.

“You are one of the people now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree,” He began, but the next thing he was going to say felt heavy on his chest. He looks into your eyes to find you staring at him. He opens his mouth.

“And you may now choose a man. The Omaticaya has made men into fine warriors, protectors, like Atsìì.” He spoke.

You recognized Atsìì, also one of the fine warriors in the Omaticaya clan.

But the way your face lit up at the mention of his name made Tsu’tey regret mentioning him.

“I know him,” you say, making Tsu’tey’s ear twitch but he ignores the gnawing feeling in his stomach. “But I don’t see him that way.”

He instantly felt relieved that he almost let out a sigh, he almost gave himself away.

“But there is this fine warrior.” You spoke, never taking your eyes off him as he listened.

“A very fine warrior who has a strong heart.” The drinks you had were really taking its effect on you as you slowly smiled at him.

“And he has taught me many things,” You decide to push your luck and place your hands on his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart as you inch your face close to his. “He taught me how to love.”

Tsu’tey’s hand rests themselves on your hips as he fully realized who you were talking about. You were talking about him. Him.

A proud smile slowly makes its way to his lips, his fangs showing as his tail flicked behind him. “I taught you how to love, hm?”

You nod, smiling at him. “You did, tìyawn.”

Tsu’tey’s head tilt at you upon hearing the word. You giggle, coming closer as he leaned down, your lips almost brushing his.

“Two can play at that game.” You whisper before his head dips and your lips connect.

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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Yandere!Eddie gets jealous and angry because Steve starts to baby bimbo!reader like he does. He can tell he likes her too. (:

please he'd get so mad!!!

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CW: possessive!eddie munson, yandere!eddie munson, bimbo!reader, power dynamic, jealousy, jealous!eddie, eddie and reader aren't dating yet, flirty!steve harrington, babying, mentions of stalker!eddie, crying (from reader), cursing (from reader), manipulation, toxic!eddie, slightly toxic!steve, steve harrington hate (from eddie) dw steve is one of my fav characters i love him sm <333, crybaby!reader (hints of), mentions of hickeys, hickey-giving, kissing (reader thinks that the kisses she shares with eddie are platonic.. even if she is in love with him or whatever screwed up version of love they have lol. eddie just takes adavantage of her..dumbness (lol sorry))

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basically all of hellfire club along with steve are at eddie's trailer celebrating their campaign being over. steve's only there because 1) he knew you would be wherever eddie was (and vice versa) and 2) he was dustin's ride home. so, he decided to stay.

everyone's just drinking either juice or alcohol and listening to some of eddie's metal music on his boombox, talking about the campaign, school, girls, eddie's band, or whatever. everyone's just relaxing.. well, mostly everyone.

eddie sees you sitting on steve 'the hair' harrington's lap.

steve's lap.

you're giggling and blushing at whatever the fuck he's saying and it's needless to say eddie is fuming.

you're his, for crying out loud!

sure, you two weren't official, and maybe you didn't quite know it....yet, but there were lots of things you didn't know. like basic things and the fact that eddie would watch you sleep and take pictures of you showering or.. pleasing yourself and then he would jack off to it later on in his bed, moaning your name while he holds a pair of your panties he stole from your laundry basket a long time ago up to his nose to finish himself off.

how he had a secret compartment in his closet filled with your things.. but it was only because he loved you! only because he knew what was best for you! and he knew that steve fucking harrington was not the one for you. eddie was.

he protected you and cherished you and loved you relentlessly. he bought you gifts because he liked seeing your face light up. he bought you things with all of the money he earned from selling weed instead of the things that he really needed. like food, for example. he would starve himself till the day he died if it meant seeing you happy.

happy because of him.

so when he saw steve harrington, hawkins' 'golden boy', spoon-feeding you ice cream from a plastic bowl and kissing your cheek and neck every fucking second (just like how eddie would feed you lunch everyday!), he was sure that he was going to fucking kill him.

but, he knew that if he did that he would be seperated from you, his one true love, and he could not have that! so, putting out the cigarette he was smoking on the coffee table's ashtray and getting up from his chair, he made his way over to you and steve.

he could hear steve mutter a soft, "good girl," and "you're such a pretty baby," everytime you swallowed the strawberry icecream.

that should be him.

it usually was.

how could you betray him like this?

you looked up from your spot on steve's lap, eyes wide and glimmering softly.

eddie's heart practically melted.

steve looked up, however his reaction was more so filled with distaste.

"eddie!" you squealed, reaching your hands up and making grabby hands to let eddie know you wanted to be picked up. usually, that made his heart swell, but instead he just held onto your hands with his own; his large hand engulfing yours. you pouted softly, slightly confused.

steve rolled his eyes, annoyed that eddie ruined his fun.

"what do you want, man?" steve asked, his hands still resting on your hips, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs.

eddie felt his body heat up with anger.

the fuck do you think, Hairball?

eddie smiled, cheshire cat-like. "oh, i just need to talk to y/n.."

"mm, sure you do," steve rolled his eyes, "but we're busy right now..isn't that right, baby?" he looked at you so sweetly it made your heart swell.

"y-yeah," you giggled.

eddie's smile dropped, his hands squeezing so tight with anger it began to crush yours. you yelped, pulling your hands away from his.

why are you doing this to him?

"owie! eddie that hurt!" you whined, and steve just pouted, cooing and kissing your knuckles softly. you blushed.

eddie felt like he was going to be sick.

"y/n." eddie said sternly, causing you to whip your head around and look at him, your bottom lip jutted out, tears forming in your eyes.

normally, eddie would feel bad for making you upset...but the anger took over.

"I need to talk to you...alone. in private."

you nodded, getting off of steve's lap as if you followed eddie around like a lapdog. which to be fair, you always did.

steve just scoffed, not at you, but at eddie's rudeness. he knew eddie was obsessed with you. when would you stop complying with whatever that metal-head wanted?

when would that.. freak get over you?

the answer: never.

you followed eddie to his room, sniffling softly.

was he mad at you?

once you make it to his room he slams the door, cornering you against his wall.

"what the fuck was that, y/n?" he spat, and you gazed up at him, confused.

"w-what was what, eds?" you asked softly, trembling at the fact that he was using your real name and not a cute little nickname like "princess", "sweetheart", "baby", or "bunny".

"God, do you have to be so fucking dense all the time?!" he lashed out, and that's when you started to cry.

"E-Eddie, i don' like it when you yell.."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Again, if he had you crying (negatively) in any other situation he would be on his knees kissing your feet and begging for your forgiveness (which he has done before). But in this situation, he was more mad at steve than you and he unfortunately took most of his anger out on you.

"i wouldn't 've had to yell if you weren't out there all over steve fucking harrington! I mean.. what the fuck was that?"

he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, the silver of his rings glittering in the yellow lamp-light in his room, the pretty sparkly- look almost distracting you.

Almost.

"H-he was jus' feedin' me some ice cream!" you reason, fiddling with the bottom hem of your skirt.

"No, he was all over you! H-he was kissing you, and--and babying you!" he got up closer to you. "I'm the only one that can do that, baby, you know that.." You nodded softly, sniffling again.

He held your chin with this thumb, making sure you looked at him.

"I-I didn't wanna make you cry, but... baby, you drive me fucking insane! I mean--the things we do, y/n, they are things that only you and I can do... do you understand, baby? Hm?" he used his thumb then back of his hand to wipe off your fallen salty tears from your face.

"I-I understand, eddie.. didn' know! 'm sorry," you whimpered, and eddie smiled softly again, pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's okay, baby.. just- whenever you wanna be held or fed or whatever, come to me, sweetheart. okay?"

you nodded against his chest, and he kissed the top of your head.

pulling you away from his chest you mewled a soft, "kissie?" with your lips pouted. his heart skipped a beat, and he swore to God that he might die. And if he did die, he would go happy.

"'f course, baby," he sealed his lips over yours, kissing you for a moment or two and then passionately kissing you before pulling away. "you're my good girl, I love you so much." he admitted, and you giggled.

"I love you more, eds."

"impossible." he whispered, wiggling his fingers around on your waist to get you to laugh again.

However, what he said was true. It was impossible for you to love him more than he loved you.

"Now, I do believe we are expected to go back to the party at some point..Shall we?" he held his hand out and you took it, giggling more than ever.

For the rest of the night you sat on eddie's lap, snuggling into his neck and exchanging kisses with him.

He spoon fed you ice cream, and held the water bottle for you to help you drink.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

He sucked on your neck and left hickey's on the supple skin.

Steve left early.

btw i didnt re-read it for any mistakes so ignore if there are any! thank you anon! <33

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httpshujii · 10 months

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Ayyy <33

For the prompt things you shared, if you're OK with it of course

"#12. "your mom totally hates me."

"she almost started planning our wedding yesterday."

"oh."

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞 彡 In which . . . he's the embodiment of a bad guy and your mom agrees.

〔CW〕 — Pet name(s) (baby), making out.

〔AN〕 — It took me a good minute to realize that today is July 10 and it's @natdu 's bday so.......HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAT MY BB <333

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

"She's going to hate me."

"No she's not."

"Baby."

"C/n."

He stops in front of you. You cross your arms over your chest.

Last night, your mother asked you to invite your 'wonderful' boyfriend over so she can meet him for the first time.

Unbeknownst to her however, your boyfriend holds the embodiment of 'if looks could kill.'

Rocking tattoos here and there, a dangling hoop in his ear, and a bad mouth.

"What if I accidentally say a bad word? I'd never be able to see you again!"

A sigh escapes your throat as his arms wrap around you and he sobs (fakely) into the crook of your neck.

"Oh the agony!" A small slap to his shoulder sends him to stand up straight. The reality of him standing in front of your home sinks in.

This is where you grew up. This is where you sleep and do your homework. This is where you spend your time when you're not with him.

He's nervous. And you're very aware of that.

With a small squeeze to his hand, you reassure him by pressing a kiss to his cheek before opening the door and walking in.

"I'm home with the special guest!"

Immediately, the smell of warm food hits his senses. A hum rumbles low in his chest and you both kick off your shoes.

You basically drag him towards the dining room to see your mother preparing the table.

"Mom, this is c/n. C/n this is mom." You introduce with a bright smile on your face.

And your mom's reaction was what you expected. Eyes wide and blinking rapidly.

You look up at your boyfriend and he's practically sweating bullets, "H-hello ma'am. It's very nice to finally meet you." He manages to greet your mother, extending a shaky hand waiting for her to accept it.

A small smile grazes her lips and she shakes his hand.

"It's nice to finally meet the boy y/n can't stop talking about."

"Oh?" Now he's looking at you. Heat tickles your neck.

"Mom!"

"It's true," A small giggle leaves your mother's lips and she guides you both to the table, "Hope you like [your favorite food]."

"Y/n told me about it, I've always wanted to try it."

And so dinner goes better than great. The three of you laughing together, enjoying the food together, and just having a good time.

He even offers to clean the dishes with you while your mother makes tea.

And so once again, laughter echos in the living room. You and c/n sitting on one couch, his arm playing with your hair as your mom tells him stories about you.

And somehow...

You all decided to watch a movie, you and c/n went to make popcorn while your mother picked out a movie.

And what do two teenagers that are so in love do?

They make sure the other knows how much they love them.

"I love you.." c/n murmurs against your lips, his hands resting on the counter, pinning you between him and the marble surface.

Feeling shy and fidgety, "My mom can come in any minute you know.."

"I know." One of his fingers brush over you burning cheek, "But a little kiss wouldn't hurt right?"

A little kiss would hurt if it turns into a full on make out session.

And a make out session would kill, if your mother decided to walk in on you two all over each other.

"H-hey mom! How um how is the air you're breathing?"

The poor woman was buffering up what she just witnessed and the beeping of the microwave snapped her back to reality.

"I think I'm just gonna...yeah, I'm gonna call it for the night."

. . .

"Your mom totally hates me."

"She almost started planning our wedding yesterday."

"Oh."

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"WHAT?"

-TERUSHIMA, Kuroo, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo??, Kazutora, Baji, Mikey, Draken, RAN, Smiley

💭. . . 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 . . .@natdu

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAT!! Where do I even start? Okay- so ever since we started interacting, I would feel all giddy and warm inside. You make me so happy even on days where I just don't feel like being happy. Anytime I get a notification from you, or anytime we interact, even if it's only a small one, I feel very complete and my day would get better. I'm so happy we got to meet on here and hope you have an amazing birthday <3

💌. . . 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐑𝐚𝐲

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princessdemo · 1 year

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tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

massive thanks to @cosmic-parker for coming up with the idea and helping me out! i luv you <333 first fic of 2023? wtf- most likely the only fic with how slow i am- hope you enjoy, lots of love, demoooo 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Where are you, baby? Trent types as he soundlessly, but with a slight scamper, strides down the corridor.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing it. And if his best man-the title which caused an abundance of disagreements amidst Andy Robertson, Tyler and Marcel Alexander-Arnold found out he was doing this- it would conclude with an mixture of profanity words. But he’s decided to listen to his heart this time, rather than his head. Taught by his mother- whom was the significant woman in his life, other than you, who is the one tightening his tie tomorrow, fixing his collars as he cries his nervousness for the special day.

Tomorrow was the wedding day of you both. The day you finally would express your love towards each other, not that you don’t every day, though this time in the form of a selection of Vows, drafted by you both. Tomorrow isn’t a day like any other. It’s the moment where your world stops, and for a second, you don’t forget how lucky you are. Trent’s mind had been like a rollercoaster, his emotions mixed all over the place. Even months before the wedding, the boy had been pacing around your house, making sure everything was organised. The final weeks before the day, he’d find himself making silly mistakes during training, or questioning his teammates about how their day to remember proceeded. The man was so in love with you, and that’s why he wants to make sure you know- for the last time as his fiancé.

Your phone buzzes on top of the bathroom counter next to the sink. Just as you’d finished brushing your teeth and wiping your mouth clean with a towel, the screen brightens and a notification pops up.

A giggle leaves your lips as you read the message, heart pounding at the words displayed. A text from Trent voicing ‘where are you?’ makes you shake your head. A deep breath leaving exhaling your nose.

‘In my room, just finished cleaning my teeth. You, okay?’ You type, before placing your phone into your hoodie pocket- selected from a certain scouser’s wardrobe. Claiming if you wasn’t going to be in each other’s presence for at least 24 hours- you’d need something of each other’s.

Not a minute later, your phone is vibrating, causing you to hastily have the gadget back in your hand, eyes glazing over the text.

‘I’m good- just couldn’t sleep. What are you doing now?’

You skim over the dialogue, eyes fixated onto the screen as your hand reaches to turn of the bathroom light. Stepping out of the room, you head towards your bed for the night, placing yourself on top of the sheets to type your response.

‘About to sleep T. My eyes are half dozing as I send this message.’ You note, before switching of your device and placing it aloft the bedside table, slipping into the warmth of the bed sheet. In the twinkling of an eye, the screen pops back on with a flash- lighting up the room. Beside you, laid Rachel Robertson, scrolling through her social media or likely questioning her parents how her children had been. Undoubtedly, herself and Andy were delighted to both be such meaningful positions on yours and Trent’s special day. The four of you spending many days off, switching between either houses, though they were down the road, catching up. The females chuckling at their foolish partners mannerisms. Partly, they were both ecstatic about the idea of having a small break from their children, the young Robertson’s could be a handful at times.

‘Come meet me? In the lobby?’ The message Trent sends presents, inducing a sigh to pass your lips. You tilt your head in the direction of Rachel, weighing up your options. Your head is demanding you to acquiesce with the wedding tradition of not seeing your partner 24 hours before the momentous day. However, something inside you is tempting you to see him.

Eyes peering back to the beaming screen, your fingers type, ‘Trent.’ Lip gnawing in anticipation.

Three dots appear within a flash, replying back to your response.

‘Please baby, I need my goodnight kiss.’ Trent declares, coaxing a smile to form upon your face, cheeks rising with heat.

And this is what persuades you to slide out the bed and slip your trainers on, briskly texting the scouser you’d meet him in 5 minutes. Tying your laces, Rachel grabs your attention-

“Where are you going?” She questions, pupils scanning over yourself- fitted with a pair of joggers, a hoodie of Trent and some trainers.

Beckoning your head within her direction- a puzzled emotion displayed from the Scot. Clearing your throat, you respond. “Just going to head down to the lobby for a minute, grab some water- my head wont shut off.”

She doesn’t interrogate your choices, though you grasped that she knew your response was untruthful, due to your fast pace tone of voice and an even more perplexed expression. She wasn’t going to argue with you over your special day, so attempting to modify your decision was out of her books.

“Okay, don’t be too late.” She smiles, before looking back at phone. That’s your signal to vacate the bedroom and find the scouser waltzing the corridors for you so desperately. “I wont be,” you shake your head, heading towards the door of your hotel room.

Fixed in the hallway of the residence for the night, your eyes scan the walls for a sign leading towards the lobby. To your right, you see an arrow facing the stairs leading to the ground floor, where you supposed your lover would be waiting for you.

Trudging down as you follow the commands stated in front of you, taking a left around the corner where the stairs were located, your body collides with another- a bulked, muscular physique as your head thuds into their chest, a groan leaving your side from the impact.

Your vision leaves the individuals warmth and your eyes glisten up to face the other in front of you.

“Sorry- Oh, T, Hi.” You smile, a slight shock to of seen him so soon.

Trent chuckles at your wonder and bewilderment, bringing his hand up to tickle the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Hi sweet.”

Sight observing a state of anxiousness, you bring your hand to stroke the apple of his cheek, the soft skin warming to your touch. “You alright?” You nod.

Trent sighs, eyes fixating towards the ground. “I’m nervous,” puckering his lips.

Your eyes scrunch in confusion, a tinge of sadness for the scouser makes you want to cuddle him until he cannot breathe. “For what? Talk to me?” you guide.

His eyes still beckon over the sight of your shoes, glued to surface of the carpet. A deep inhale is followed by an breathily exhale. “Everything. Tomorrow, becoming your husband- what if I'm not good enough, the-“ He notes as you cut him off.

“Trent,” You take his larger hand in yours, thumb fondling over the palm. “Come on, what’s making you think like this?” you question.

“I don’t know really. You are so special, and the only girl that’s made me the happiest man ever, I just don’t want to mess things up.” He replies softly. Making your heart thud immensely.

You lean in to peck his lips, a slight tinge of alcohol still present that you knew would be encouraged by his teammates, much to Hendo’s disagreement. As you pull away, your eyes meet his, “Let’s go for a walk outside hm, a bit of fresh air is probably needed.”

The pair of you make it outside, the cold temperature demanding you to snuggle close to each other, the attraction of warmth too pleasurable. You notice a bench in the distance, dragging the 5ft 9 male in the direction of the seating. You both take seat, the view presenting a small lake, lighten by a street lamp.

Your hands never lost contact, the touch becoming comforting to you both. Something one may have required more than the other.

“Talk to me.” You start, your body turning to face the man next to you, in less than 24 hours, you could finally call him your husband, something you had always dreamt of as a little girl.

Trent shrugs, “Just nervous, yknow? Like I don’t want to mess tomorrow up. Its our day, and I know you have been waiting for something so magical since forever.”

Your eyes widen at his words, lip jittering out in despair, “Hey, you aren’t going to ruin tomorrow okay. Its going to be the best day of our lives. Well, I hope it will live up to the champions league final. But I do know that it is going to be immense. You have nothing to worry about.” You nod.

This time Trent’s bringing your face as approach to his, lips meeting yours with an instance. “I love you.” To which you reply back, “I love you too.”

“If anything, I should be the one stressing. What if I fall over in my dress? My shoes, no idea how I'm going to walk in those?” You both share a laugh, Trent hand clutching yours tighter.

“Remember when you had too much to drink at Ox’s birthday party?” you shake your head at his words, eyes closing in embarrassment at your actions. “I even had to hold your shoes when we were leaving cause’ your feet were so sore.”

“That’s going to be me tomorrow.” Tucking your head into Trent’s lap, raising it after his next response.

Trent smiles, “We’ve had some eventful times together.”

Your eyes light up at his words, floods of memories coming back to you. “Remember our first date?”

Now it’s Trent’s turn to shake his head, “When we got mobbed by fans? Can’t say that’s what I had in mind.” He tucks you closer into his chest.

“Still ended the night well though, first kiss in Maccies carpark is unforgettable.” You chuckle.

“The boys still take the piss out of me every time I walk into the changing rooms, should’ve lied and said the night went so smooth- rather than letting them know we ended up stuffing our faces with burgers and fries.”

You gasp, “Can’t believe you went against your dietary requirements. Shocking that!”

Trent chuckles under his breath, “Listen!” His voice raises with the intention of proving his point. “It was me day off, give it a rest babe.”

You giggle at his words, hand leaving his to cover your mouth. “Alright, alright.”

“Now its me turn to tell one of my favourite memories about us.” Trent starts, “Remember when I took ya to see me mural? And ya said you preferred Hendo’s more?”

Covering your eyes in mock shame, “I cant lie, Hendo’s looking pretty good in that painting.”

Trent gasps at the verbalisation he’s heard, “You being serious? He’s a dad!”

The trees in the setting swayed in line with the wind. The breeziness making goose bumps raise upon your skin attributable to the sharp, nail biting cold. Both were snuggled against one another, Trent’s arm perched upon the lower part of your back.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, the pair of you scanning through your camera roll, snickering and yapping about old pictures.

“Aww, you recall this?” Nudging the phone into his hands, the bottom of your back adjusting to the loss of tepidity from the man beside you.

“Of course, I do. One of me favourite moments in my career.” He smirks. “I remember twitter went mad after it. Wanted to show me love and appreciation towards ya in the form of my cherished platform.” Trent responds.

One of the first games you made an appearance to support your partner in, ended with a mass of messages and a collection of butterflies whooshing within your stomach. Trent had decided his next goal occurred would see him performing with a love heart into the crowd. The direction was to yourself and ended with a smile never parting from your features.

“On another note. You are wearing a tie which matches the flowers tomorrow right? No red for Liverpool-“

Trent shakes his head at your mannerisms, rolling his eyes. “Robbo suggested it. Hendo’s sorted it out though. They are both buzzing for me to get married. Jordan keeps saying his son’s growing up.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that followed. When it came to Hendo and Trent. Their friendship was inseparable, similar to him and Andy, though, The age on Henderson made himself perform a father-like figure towards Trent throughout his career. It settled your nerves knowing he had someone to offer love and ease when you weren’t around. Especially times when he was outside of Liverpool, away from you for handful of days, he could struggle. It calmed your nerves knowing he had that someone, and Jordan was more than happy to play that role.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t believe tomorrow is actually the day, finally calling myself an Alexander-Arnold.” A soft grin arising. “Wonder what your vows are going to be like..” You question, lips puckering in the sense of curiosity.

“Me vows? Going to be absolutely breath taking. Worked me arse off writing this essay.” He teases, pressing a peck to your lips.

Shoulders shaking at his response, nodding intensively. Sometimes he did come out with some berserk statements. But it made you love him more and more each day.

Trent grabs your hands into his own, shuffling so you are facing each other, now separated from your snuggled position. He stands up from the bench, fleetly rubbing his hands on his jeans to remove any creases, before placing them back into yours. He nods, “Listen, let me act out how tomorrow is going to go.” He starts, as you giggle. “So, we say our vows- blah blah blah, mine will be the most emotional, heartfelt-“

“Woah.” You stop him, disagreeing with his opinion of his own. “What?” you exclaim.

“Shh, baby. You are interrupting my performance.” Trent snarls, raising a finger to his lips as a visual instruction for you to listen. He starts again, “So we do the vows, astounding the crowd as I do.” You roll your eyes, as he contuines. “I’ll grab the ring, then place it on your finger like this-“ He takes your hand, holding your ring finger in his own, and pretends to slip a ring on. Your heart flutters at his gestures, hand raising to your heart in a state of awe.

“Then once you have done the same for me, and its time to kiss.” He pulls you up from the bench, a thrilling rush flowing through your system, heart pulsating out your chest. “I’ll lean in like this, hopefully me mum’s crying so much she doesn’t see much or ya dad isn't watching for my sake.” He guides your head to face his own, a finger tickling your lower chin. A smirk emerges, as you snake your arms round his neck. He reaches to move the unwanted baby hairs, flourished around your face, tucking them behind your ears.

Trent leans into your features, lips softly attaching your own, moving at a sweet pace, nothing too heavy. He pulled away gently, catching his breath, “Need too,” a second kiss, “Get in,” lips hoover over yours, “as many kisses as possible,” allowing a small amount of tongue to slide in, skimming the tip. “As after tonight,” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “The next will be as husband and wife.” Planting a final smooch to your forehead.

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

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anikaluv · 9 months

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Can I request a short drabble with miles reaction to finding out abt myles and reader dating? No problem if you can't! I really enjoyed the second part <333

STICK TOGETHER —

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

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: Miles being a lil sad :( , happy ending though

❤︎︎ summary: Miles learning that you and Myles are dating

❤︎︎ w/c: 600

❤︎︎ a/n: I had no planning of making a part three to this, but I’ll do it for you anon <3

PART ONE PART TWO

You and Myles had been dating for a few weeks now, secretly, and that was becoming a challenge. You both knew why you kept it hidden; if you didn't, there was a chance that Miles would find out. However, both of you were tired of sneaking around. You wanted to love each other openly without worrying about who might see.

The decision was made – it was time to tell Miles the truth.

Planning this conversation took some time, considering your busy schedules as Myles and Miles handled their respective prowler and Spiderman duties. But eventually, the moment arrived when you all found an opportunity to sit down and talk things through. The atmosphere was a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you three walked into the Morales home to begin the conversation.

You and Myles sat in Miles' room on his bed, holding hands, while Miles sat on his desk chair, looking at the two of you. He wondered why there was this sudden talk you both needed to have with him, and he hoped to get an answer to why you were brushing off every time he brought up having a second chance to go on a date with you.

Myles, being Miles' twin and knowing him best, took the lead in explaining the situation. He carefully explained the feelings you both had for each other and how difficult it had been to keep it a secret. You nodded in agreement, affirming his words.

As Myles spoke, you could see the surprise and emotions playing across Miles' face. He listened intently, processing the information. You were anxious, not knowing how he would react, but you knew you couldn’t lie to your best friend anymore.

After a moment of silence, Miles finally spoke, "So, you two have been dating this whole time?" You nodded your head, confirming his shock. His tone held a touch of disappointment, and you felt a pang of guilt; you could tell he was disappointed. You reached out and rubbed Miles on his knee. "We wanted to tell you, but we were scared you would think we betrayed you. We're sorry."

Miles hummed, taking everything in. You were scared. What if you were about to lose your best friend? But then, Miles turned from you and looked dead into Myles' eyes, with a serious demeanor.

"Do you make her happy?" His tone was deep, serious. Miles leaned forward in his chair, awaiting Myles' answer, studying his moves. Myles looked back at him with the same face, speaking back with the same tone. "Damn right I do," he smirked at you, making you blush.

Miles grinned at seeing your face light up like that. He relaxed back in his chair. "Then just keep her happy, man, and we won't have any problems," he said nonchalantly. You and Myles exchanged glances, still slightly suspicious. Was that all?

"Oh, and one more thing," Myles started, looking back between the two of you, going back to the same serious demeanor. "Whatever you two do, make sure you stick together, okay? Last thing I need is my two favorite people hating each other," he joked.

Miles laughed as you giggled. You both looked at each other for a while coming to a silent agreement and smiled brightly, an understanding passing between both of you. Then, turning back to Miles, you both spoke in unison.

"I think we can do that."

ENDING A/N: Some people were wondering how Miles would react to the two of you dating. I felt he would be kinda bummed out at first, but ya'll are two of the most important people in his life; so if you'd make eachother happy, he'd be okay with it.

TAGLIST: @janaeby @bellstwd @nmgstuff @axeoverblade @zaddyskye69 @agstuffsworld @spidrstar @laylasbunbunny @missusmorales @popeheywardssecretgf @lumineliax

TAGS:

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lelelenaxx · 10 months

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Hey!! I Hope you’re well! Can I request a Drabble on tsukishima kei with baby fever? Please take your time and do it when you can, thank youuu💗

Kei Tsukishima with baby fever <3

Kei Tsukishima, was a reserved and analytic but he found his world turned upside down when his long-awaited dream of becoming a father finally came true. As he held his tiny daughter in his arms for the first time, a whirlwind of emotions surged within him.

Tsukishima's natural protective instincts kicked in, and he became dedicated to providing his daughter with a safe and nurturing environment. From researching the best baby products to creating a meticulously organized nursery, he left no stone unturned in ensuring his daughter's well-being. He spent every night he was not at your side, at hers. Watching her sleep peacefully. He never thought he'd find anyone he loved as much as you.

Despite his initial reservations about expressing emotions openly, Tsukishima found himself captivated by his daughter's every movement and sound. He marveled at her innocent giggles, her tiny fingers wrapping around his own, and the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Now you and his daughter quickly became the center of his universe, and he couldn't imagine a life without you two.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Tsukishima's bond with his daughter deepened. He discovered a new level of patience and tenderness within himself that he hadn't known before. From late-night feedings to changing diapers, Tsukishima eagerly took on his fair share of parenting duties, embracing each task with a sense of responsibility and devotion.

However, amidst his careful planning and dedication, Tsukishima also learned to appreciate the spontaneous moments of parenthood. He discovered joy in the unexpected, cherishing the impromptu laughter and the unfiltered love that flowed between him, You, and your daughter. The once self-proclaimed "king of sarcasm" found himself softened by his daughter's presence, his humor taking on a gentler, more playful tone.

As your daughter took her first steps, Tsukishima couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. Seeing her mirror his determination and resilience, he knew he had embarked on the greatest journey of his life. Kei Tsukishima, the once stoic volleyball player, had become a devoted and loving father, forever changed by the indescribable love he felt for his daughter and the newfound purpose she had given his life.

Thank you for the request angel! This is my first ever request i've written and feedback is welcome! Sorry if it's very analytic, i just thought it was so adorable to see a tough man like him break down his walls for his daughter <333

also the image above is meant to be very pixelated before yall come at me aushfjdskfkdf

#Kei Tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fanfiction #kei tsukishima fanfiction #tsukishima fanfic #kei tsukishima fanfic #hes so cute hehehhebfjskdnfkjdsnkjdsngjkdsfhgisijgijrijgoijrjre

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liveforjeongin · 3 days

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Go On...

This is literally the first fic I've ever written that's not a request so I feel very proud of that

I wrote this one thinking on my baby (@itzsana-kiddingmenow) (and with her indirect help-) so I hope it's good enough and just as amazing as she is<333

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

lee!Jisung ler!Changbin

requested by: no one

warnings: ticklish kisses, nuzzles, kinda short(???

taglist: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @channieissocute125

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Hannie was in his room, doing nothing more than staring at the ceiling, kind of bored but not really.

Changbin had just finished writing a new song he had been working really hard on, and was really proud of it, he wanted to show it to someone, just to listen to some other opinions.

Of course the first people he wanted to show it to were the other 2 members of 3racha, but small problem, Chan wasn't at home at that moment.

That didn't stop the rapper, he went to show it to Hannie anyway, he can tell Chan once he's back.

"Hannie? You awake?" Binnie asked when he entered the room, even though it was only 8pm, you never know with Jisung.

"Oh hey, hyung. Come in" Sung waved the older, moving a little so he can lay down next to him.

Bin sat on the younger's bed showing him his phone with his new song "What do you think? I think is good, but probably not my best job"

Hanji read it carefully "This is amazing, hyung!" He said after a while, returning the phone to his hyung.

The dwaekki smiled softly "Oh, well... I think it's good, yes"

He then felt a bit affective, so he cuddled his dongsaeng, nuzzling a little on his neck.

Hannie giggled a little at this "Hyuhuhuhung..."

Bin just continued at it "What?"

"Yohohohou're..." Sung couldn't complete the sentence, the word was too much for him.

But Binnie finally realized what he was doing "Oh. Am I tickling you?" He stopped "Sorry, I didn't mean to" he said to the younger, just cuddling him now.

The quokka boy couldn't help but pout

He didn't want him to stop

But couldn't ask for it... He was too flustered to do so, so he just kept pouting, hoping his hyung realized and helped him.

However, Changbin seemed to be oblivious at Hannie's wishes, and even closed his eyes, getting comfier there with his dongsaeng.

Jisung didn't want to ask him to tickle him

But ended up doing it anyway

"H-Hyung..." He called him as tapped his shoulder

"Yes?" The older opened his eyes and looked at him

"I... Didn't really want you to stop..."

Changbin didn't understand at first, but then realization hit him.

Hannie wanted him to tickle him

And he will gladly do it

Almost immediately, the dwaekki sat on the younger's hips, raising his arms above his head, to immobilize him.

"You ready for it~?" Bin teased, to which Hanji nodded shyly

The older decided to start on a spot he knew Hannie loved: his belly. Started scribbling gently but extremely tickly all over it, provoking some cute giggles out of Jisung, besides a cute blush on his cheeks as well.

"Awww~ Is this good, Hannie?" Binnie asked, kind of teasing, kind of actually asking.

Han could just nod, making the ler grin.

Soon, Changbin changed of spot and technique, now starting to squeeze his younger's side, making his way to his ribs as well, not limiting at just one side of his torso, but going for the other one too.

Hannie, meanwhile, couldn't do much than giggle and blush. He was totally loving this, and Bin knew that.

Changbinnie felt like trying something he hadn't before, not sure if he should, but risking anyway.

He leaned down a little, blowing some air on Sungie's ear, not expecting it to tickle him that much, but it certainly did.

"OH MY GOHOHOD, that's bahahahad hyung!" Bin just grinned at his strong reaction, and, using the fact he was close to it, decided to give him little ticklish kisses on his neck, while whispering some teases he knew would have him bright red, while at the same time, the tickling on Han's sides and ribs got a little bit rougher. "You just love this too much, hmm~? You can't take it~? Too bad~ You asked for it, you're stuck here~"

Jisung's face soon was extremely red, he was too easily flustered for this- But despite of that, he didn't want it to stop just yet, so didn't say anything.

They kept it like that for a while, until Hannie thought he really had had enough "OkaHAHAHAY hyung! StohohohoHOHOP IT Now please!"

Bin of course stopped immediately, and got off the younger "I'm sorry, was it too much...?" He asked concerned when he saw Hannie panting slightly

But Sung of course shook his head "No, hyung... It was great..." He hugged him "Thank you..." Mumbled shyly

Changbin just smiled softly at him, hugging him and rubbing his back "No problem, Hannie"

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I liked this one😻

I feel it's too short, but good anyway

I hope y'all like it as well :3

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Can't Help Loving You

pairing: riri ✘ black!reader

summary: you and riri are roommates who hookup sometimes. you agreed to keep things casual but it may not be that easy. (requested)

contains: jealousy, implied nsfw, fluff, a smidge of angst

word count: 3102

tags: @mingitheii @natsgirlfriend @shurimainhoee @fanficgoddess @prettyluhlaiiii @chrome-edition @wannaberavanbitch @vlkyriesverse

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: the lack of riri fics hurt my heart and soul so i'm here to save the day! everyone cheer! can you tell i was listening to lucky daye whilst writing this? lol i like how this turned out and i hope anon does too. more riri fics to come soon. enjoy <333

Lucky Daye played softly from the speaker on her desk while she kissed you against it. You giggled into it, needing more, but lacking the time. Something small and sharp poked you in your lower back, and you’d probably care to know what it was if Riri’s lips weren’t wrapped around yours and her tongue were not down your throat. Her fingers caught in your moisturized curls as she massaged your scalp. You should pull away. You should be sitting in your Mechanical Engineering class right now. However, all rational decision making skills leapt out the window whenever said decisions involved your stunning roommate.

She broke the kiss to catch her breath and you saw it as an opportunity to slip from within her hold. Being the genius she was, she caught onto your plan before you were even able to execute it. Damn her and that gorgeous brain of hers. Her fingers tickled your sides when they slipped under your hoodie and you shivered. Riri kissed your neck in that special spot you loved. She had you now, and the dangerous part was that she knew it.

“Riri…” You whined when her tongue hit your throat. “I need to get going.”

“Your class started ten minutes ago. I can teach you everything you need to know about Mechanical Engineering right here.” She tugged your hair and you groaned.

You grabbed her face, planting your lips back on hers. The kiss heated up at a swift pace and she got lost in it. She was swimming in the feeling, the expression on her face depicted that well enough. Grabbing her hips, you spun her so her back was now against the cluttered desk. She bucked under you with a low whine. Fuck. You were beginning to suspect that classroom would not be seeing you on this day. You hoisted the shorter girl onto the table and her legs found your waist instinctively. You pecked her once more before pressing your foreheads together.

“I really need to go.” She pouted and crossed her arms, and a fond smile broke out in your features. “That cute little pout is something so very serious, whew! But I’m for real. We can pick this up later?”

Riri rolled her eyes and climbed down onto the carpeted floor, “Fine. Go learn or whatever. I can satisfy my own needs. Like I always end up having to do.”

“Were your needs not satisfied last night? I guess I just assumed they were, you know based on all the ‘oh fucks’ and ‘right theres’ you were hollering the whole time.” Her eyes widened at that and her perfectly arched brows shot up to the ceiling.

“Just get out.” She grabbed you by your shoulders and ushered you out the door as you laughed at her. You enjoyed making her flustered a little too much.

Leaning down to her level, you whispered in her ear before you began your departure, “Later?”

“Yes, fine. Later.” Her smile was captivating, though it always was, and you were a sucker who only seemed to be falling deeper into all that Riri came with. Which you discerned was a very terrible course of action.

•••

“I just don’t get how you show up twenty minutes late to class and still be able to keep up. I was the first one in the room and I was lost the entire time.” Your friend spoke, walking by your side through campus. He needed to borrow some of your notes so he was accompanying you back to your dorm. The air was brisk, yet nice and fresh on your stroll. Sunlight serenaded the freshly cut grass and the pavement.

“I don’t know man, I’m just hella smart. I does this.” Your response was playfully cocky and your friend laughed. You both knew your roommate was responsible for your understanding of most of your coursework. She was an amazing tutor, when she wasn’t laid under you that was.

He pulled open the door to the building and held it for you, “Right. Just tell Riri if she ever wants to donate some of that brain she so generously lends to you, I’m around.”

You smacked his arm in disgust. His chuckle was so loud, a few students in the common area turned their heads to look at the both of you. The glare you shot him was borderline homicidal, if looks were indeed able to kill. Your chest felt funny, feeling your heartbeat pick up in this way was strange to say the least and you didn’t understand it. But what you did understand was your not wanting to hear anyone speak about Riri like that.

He threw his hands up in defeat, “Look I’m sorry. That was a terrible joke, one of my worst. Besides, I know she’s off limits. I would never do that to you.”

“Off limits? Nah, Riri and I are just friends. It ain't even like that.” You weren’t even sure you yourself were convinced, let alone satisfied with that sentiment. “I just don’t wanna hear you sexualize my roommate. That’s all.”

The two of you stepped off the elevator as you approached your room door.

“You let all your friends give you hickeys like that?” He pointed to your bruised neck and the morning’s events flooded your memories: Riri’s lips on yours and on your neck. Her fingers in your hair, her little whimpers in your ear. Your stomach flipped and you felt like the air was lifting you up, up, up.

Upon opening the door, that floating feeling was ripped away from you before you even got a chance to enjoy it. The scene of Riri making out with the guy from down the hall, whilst straddling his lap on the couch pulled you back down to Earth. That funny feeling in your chest from mere moments ago was full blown hilarious now. Your friend froze beside you. Clearing your throat, you tossed one of her shoes at them.

“Yo what the hell?” Riri screeched and turned to meet your eyes. Trembling fingers twitched at your sides. You tried for words, but none came. You weren’t even sure you wanted them to. What would you say? You just threw a shoe at the back of her head, intentionally. Was that justifiable? The anger on her face answered that question rather quickly; no, it was not.

She climbed off the guy and your eyes stalked her, shame rumbling inside you. “Did you just throw a shoe at me?”

“Sorry.” It was all you could manage, you were still reeling from the jealousy of seeing Riri with someone who was not you. “Let me get you those notes.”

Your friend and the guy left the dorm room silently, still stunned and tired of treading in the awkwardness.

“What was that?” Her voice was coated in agitation.

Jealousy, you thought. “I don’t know. I already said I was sorry. I just–”

“Do we need to go over the rules of this again? This is casual, ain’t nothing else to it.” Her fingers gesture between you and her.

You sucked in a sharp gust of air and it sliced the back of your throat on the way down. Of course you knew that. Riri was not your girlfriend, there were no feelings to be had between the two of you. You both agreed, and yet her words still stung.

“I know that. But he literally lives down the hall, you could’ve at least–”

She cut you off again, “Who I fool around with outside of you has nothing to do with you. Your input is not needed aight? Just stay out of my damn business.” You could tell that saying those words did something to her emotionally, but she refused to take them back. And you refused to address it. She pushed past you and was out of the door with a swiftness. It was what it was.

•••

It’d been days since the shoe incident and neither of you had mentioned it. Things were not as tense as you’d expected them to be, but they were tense enough to have you sleeping in your own bed every night without her. It was fine really, it gave you time to catch up on a few assignments and make it to all your classes on time.

You were sitting at your desk finishing up a paper due at midnight when she walked in the door. She’d gotten her braids redone a few days ago and they looked gorgeous on her, you hadn’t complemented her like usual though. And she seemed kind of ticked off by it. Riri slammed her bag on the couch and plopped down beside it. She definitely had a long day. Her blanketing presence in the room pulled your attention from your homework, but you just wanted to look at her.

She propped her chin up on the back of the couch and her eyes met yours. It was one of the many cute things she did that drove you crazy. There it was; that feeling that had been missing for the past five days. Riri’s gaze always lit you up.

She grinned and you matched it. “So. You tryna slide to this party tonight? I need to unwind.”

“Uh yeah. I’m already going… with Kayla.”

Her smile dropped and something unfamiliar glossed her eyes over. “Kayla, your ex Kayla?”

“Yeah.” You responded softly, still holding her gaze.

Riri inhaled sharply, “Oh. I didn’t know y’all still used to kick it.”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

She hopped off the couch irritated, and walked over to the fridge for a drink. “Didn’t she break your heart or something last semester?”

“She’s not like that anymore.” Riri laughed at your sentence, behaving as though she knew something you didn’t.

“And who said that? Kayla?” You were trying your hardest not to remind her of the familiarity this conversation had. ‘I told you sos’ were never in your domain, but she was making it painstakingly hard to resist.

You huffed a laugh and returned to your paper. Riri scoffed and stomped her foot at your blatant ignoring of her question, causing you to quirk an eyebrow. She wasn’t even trying to be cute, but she was.

She brought her water bottle to her lips and chugged it before responding, “Well I guess I’ll see you there. With Kayla.” The indignation in her tone was very entertaining to you. You watched her exit the room before shaking your head and continuing your assignment.

Later that night, you’d watched Riri get dressed on her side of the room in silence as you did the same. And she made sure to lay the teasing on thick: towel hanging loose around her when she stepped out the bathroom, bending over so you could see everything from the back. It was torturous. She had opted to wear a sparkly crop top with a never ending plunging neckline and some baggy lowrise jeans. She looked amazing, obviously, but all your thoughts were on the attention she would be sure to garner from everyone in attendance. Irritation flared within you at the idea of her dancing with some random person.

“Are you leaving with me? Or is she picking you up?” Riri practically spat the word ‘she’ out, as if the pronoun harbored a disgusting flavor.

Your smile was hard to conceal, “Pretty sure when I said I was going with Kayla, I meant exactly that.”

She scoffed, “Whatever man.”

When you arrived at the party you’d already lost Kayla. She sent you a text saying she was with friends, typical. You rolled your eyes and tucked your phone into your bag.

You grabbed a drink and you dipped off into a corner. Truth be told, you hated parties. But Riri loved them every once in a while and she always made you come with her. You spotted Kayla walking towards you and gave her a faint smile.

“Wanna dance?” You nodded and she dragged you through the crowd of sweaty students. Extra by Lucky Daye blasted through the large speakers as Kayla grinded against you. Perks of attending a party thrown by the BSU. She spun around to sling her arms around your neck and you placed yours on her waist, swaying with the infectious melody of the song. A peck to her forearm caused her to giggle.

Over her shoulder, you spotted your roommate. Five feet of pure fury, and it was growing as the minutes ticked on. You’d never seen her that angry before and honestly it confused you. Your eyes met, and a few readable emotions flashed in hers. Hurt. Jealousy. Riri rolled her eyes and stormed off, something she’d been doing a lot recently.

You walked away from a confused Kayla and followed after her, but by the time you got through the crowd, she was already gone. There was only one place you knew she would go when she was upset. It’s where she always went. Pulling out your phone, you called an uber to Riri’s garage.

The sound of metal clanging hit your eardrums as you walked through the heavy door. You followed the noise, and there she was. Something about Riri being all dressed up and sparkling, with a hammer in her hand drove you absolutely mad.

“Are we okay?” Your words tumbled out your mouth, floating hesitantly to her ears. Anger was certainly still residing in her from the looks of things.

Riri slammed the hammer down again, “You threw a shoe at my head.”

“And I said I was sorry about that.”

Bang! “Where’s Kayla?”

“Answer the question Riri.” Your voice was low and demanding. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at you.

“Can you hand me that wrench?”

Your eyes trailed to where she pointed and you picked up the tool. The weight was familiar in your hands, having handed it to her many times prior. You were the only person she told about this place and the warmth you felt from sharing this with her snaked through you right then. A feeling you liked; loved. “Riri, we obviously need to talk.”

“What about?”

“Us.”

Her response was clipped, “There is no us.”

“So you keep saying. But–”

She snapped her head up then, “But what?”

“But I don’t believe you!” Your voice rose to a shout and Riri startled at your tone. You’d never yelled at her before and you did not like that you just did. Your eyes softened as you looked at her.

She stood up, tugging the wrench from your fingers. “Well.”

“If there is nothing to talk about, why did you storm off when you saw me dancing with my ex? I saw how angry you were, how angry you are right now. What happened to who we fool around with being our own business?”

“You're making it seem like I’m jealous or something. Be careful bec–”

It was your turn to cut her off, “And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Jealous.” You eyed her. “And look me in the eyes when you answer. Please.”

Riri cleared her throat nervously before her oh so pretty eyes met yours. It was like they were begging you not to make her say it, desperate to be pardoned. But she wouldn’t get off that easy.

“No.” The word was barely a whisper swaying from her mouth. You inched closer to her, clasping her tremoring hands in your own. You brought her knuckles to your lips and kissed them sweetly. Riri gasped at the contact, watching you, her irises like melted chocolate.

“Liar.” A smile broke out on her lips at your accusation and you knew you had her.

She bit her lip as she turned over what to say next in her head. Watching her mind work was one of your favorite pastimes. A large ball of yarn coming undone, rarely ever tangling. But it was now; tangled. She still hadn’t said a word and it pleased you, being able to trip up a genius like that.

Riri exhaled rather dramatically, shaking her wrists vigorously. “I think I love you.”

Her confession knocked you back a bit, your words too, your thoughts. You were not prepared for that at all. Your heart lurched in your chest, trying to thump its way out of you. It was in search of its other half, it was searching for Riri’s. How could you deny it that? Riri was amazing, and brilliant, and cunning, and soft. She was also stubborn and insufferable at times, but she was yours. Here she was admitting that — admitting to being yours — and you had yet to respond.

She seemed to have mistaken your silence for something it was not, so she started rambling.

“I know I’m not supposed to because I’m the one who kept reiterating how we were just a casual thing. And maybe we were in the beginning, but that isn’t how I feel now, I feel everything for you now. And that’s why I got mad when you said you were going to the party with your bitch ex because I didn’t want you to go to the party with her, I wanted you to go with me. But I know I screwed up by hooking up with that guy and then I saw you two dancing to our song and–”

Your lips crashed into hers, heavy and forceful. They demanded her full attention and she did not hesitate to give it. She got on her tiptoes to grab your cheeks, pulling you closer, deeper. Riri pushed you up against her work station harshly, sending her tools and materials plummeting to the ground. Neither of you cared about anything happening outside of the passionate kiss you were sharing. The sharp pain in your spine would have to be dealt with at a later date, it was something you were used to at this point. Riri kissed rough, and you loved it.

You moaned into her mouth and she swallowed it. You could never grow tired of her tender lips.

You broke the kiss and she whined, “I hope you know this means I love you back. How could I not?”

“I kind of worked that one out, yeah.” She grinned, pressing her forehead to yours.

“And how exactly is Extra by Lucky Daye our song again?”

She smacked your shoulder jokingly, “You threw a damn shoe at my head. Let’s focus on that first.”

You both laughed, and she pulled you in again, lacing her fingers in your afro.

#riri williams x black!reader #riri williams x reader #lyricswriting #ironheart x black!reader #myworks #riri x reader #ironheart x reader #iron heart #riri williams #riri williams fanfic #riri x black!reader #riri x shuri #black panther #wakanda forever #shuri x reader #dominique thorne

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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Hey again! I was the anon that requested the spider noir x reader with their daughter. I loved it sm it was so cute! I was wondering if you could maybe write another fic like that but their daughter finds out she has spider powers just like her dad and freaks out which causes Peter and reader to freak out too? This idea popped up in my head recently and it’s been stuck 😭😭 Tysm for writing my last request tho!

HI ANONNNNN <333 omg thank YOU for the cute idea, i'm so glad youloved it <:DD I'LL TRY FOR THIS ONE TOO OMG (what if this is mayday's variant.......)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he wasn't just spider man anymore, he was now a spider dad; he wore that title proudly like a badge of honor, the efforts of his hard work at taking care of you and his little girl had paid off to see both of you smile. honestly speaking, there were many times when he'd worry about not being able to come home when duty called for him, but that never stopped him from doing so, again and again, without fail.

he was your peter benjamin parker, your spider man in the black trench coat with the black fedora, and with the biggest heart that was filled with love for little family you two have together. finally, peter thought as he came home and into the door, behind which, his loving spouse and daughter dearest would be waiting for him–he'd scoop them up in his arms and pepper them both with kisses as they giggle and squeal.

"dears, i'm--"

"peter! look at your daughter!" you exclaimed in a frantic voice as your expression became more and more worried. he raised an eyebrow at your growing concern over what appeared to be air as he looked around the living room. "ah, where... is she?" he asked as he took his coat off. he hung the coat up what he thought was the coat hanger, though it was a little lighter and softer than before, he had to admit.

you looked upon in horror as peter has still failed to realize where your daughter was. "dear?" peter asked as he was about to take his hat off, but realized he was patting his own head. you kept mumbling as you pointed to the ceiling, and peter's eyes soon followed where you were pointing. "what in the blazes...?" he murmured as he watched his little princess, three years of age, crawl upon the ceiling with her soft locks of hair hanging down as she gazed at you two, her beloved parents, gaze back at her in utter shock.

she giggled as she held peter's hat and coat, letting go of the coat at peter's feet, which he didn't even react to. he was just so...

"peter?" you asked aloud as you saw your husband's limp body lie down as he fell backwards, fainting from this new revelation. your daughter giggled as peter fell over, and she let go of the ceiling; but you caught her in a nick of time. she wanted to be on her father's chest right then and there, but you left her on the couch first and tried to wake peter up. all your attempts failed, however, and you instead dragged him onto the sofa to rest.

peter awoke to the feeling of soft, pudgy little hands prodding and poking his cheeks. he woke up in a daze, but recognized his daughter immediately. he chuckled as he held her in his arms and cooed to her. "oh, honey... you won't believe the dream i had. our little girl, she... she..." he muttered in a hoarse voice, having just woken up from the shock he was treated to earlier, only to have his daughter shoot a web in his face. she giggled, and he was left stunned.

"what did you dream abou--oh, not again..." you muttered with a small sigh as you tried to get the gooey mess off of peter's face. he didn't frown, nor did he get mad, instead... "darling, my little princess is a heroine." he whispered in surprise as he held her close, her babbling and dribbling all over herself. you sighed and gave him a small smile. "well, i... i don't know what to say or do about it. she does take after her father in, oh, in too many ways." you said as he looked over at you with a beaming smile, your daughter peering up at you with the same, lovable, beaming smile.

what an tangled up family you two have become, in the best way possible.

a/n: AND THEN PENI BECOMES HER ADOPTIVE OLDER SISTER AND THEY'RE A BIG HAPPY FAMILY <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @connors-cumslurper @sabcandoit

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #itsv #itsv imagines #itsv x reader #itsv x you #itsv x y/n

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danisbrainrot · 14 days

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totally ok if you don't want to, but could you write a fic about misty came home after a long day at work and reader wants to comfort her?

adult! misty quigley x reader

ofc!! need more fics about my lovely <333 (she is me and I am her). besides, she deserves better and I refuse to believe she hasn't found someone yet. might have strayed from the original ask a little bit, hope you don't mind!

you hear the keychain in the door, and turn around excitedly under your covers and smile. it takes a while before you see misty walk through the door and flick the lights on, "today was so long," she complained, slipping off her scrubs and crawling into bed. she snuggles in close to you.

"wow, not even gonna get in your pjs first?" you tease, a cheeky grin on your face.

she sits up straight, "oh, of course, I'll do that now," she replies immediately, heading to her closet to change. you feel bad, tempted to tell her you were kidding but she was already changing.

you snuck off your bed, a small smirk on your face as you heard her humming a tune. misty jumped as she felt your arms wrap around her, as you tucked your face in the crook of her neck. "gloria still being a pain?" you ask, kissing a trail up her neck and to her earlobe.

misty began blushing deeply, "not more than usual," she replied, gasping when she felt you bite down on her neck before sucking it better. "let's take this someplace else," she didn't bother getting her pajamas on before pushing you to the bed, a wide grin on her face.

you giggle, wrapping your arms around her neck before the back of your knees hit the bed. falling over, with her on top, your giggles turn into laughter and she pulls back, "did I do something wrong?" she asked, pushing her glasses up her nose nervously.

"no, babe, nothing," you reply, pulling her close again and claiming her lips with your own. she held herself up with her arms, refusing to put her whole weight on you—no matter how often you told her you were fine with it.

you snuggle under the covers, pulling misty close to your chest and resting your chin against her forehead. her body heat combined with the covers making you feel nice and toasty on a partially chilly night. "I forgot to tell you, something came in the mail today," you mumble against her hair.

misty pulled away, looking up at you with a questioning look. "what?" she asked, sitting up. you moan, begging her to stay in bed as she got up, moving the covers off her.

"it's cold, come back here," you bemoan, reaching out for her hand, but she was already out of the room. you sigh, pulling the covers off and following after her. "it's just a postcard, I promise it'll be there tomorrow," however, when you saw the horrified look on your girlfriend's face, you immediately knew that it wasn't just a postcard.

she holds it up so you can see, "who gave this to you?" she questions. suddenly you feel like a suspect being interrogated by the police—reminding you of how the two of you had met over citizens detective reddit. "where did this come from?"

". . . the mail?" you answer, confused on why she thought this was such a big deal. "it's just someone sending you a—" as the words spilled from your lips, you realise it was over the canadian wilderness and suddenly remember everything misty had told you about the crash. "do you think someone's blackmailing you?" crossing your arms over your chest, you see her face darken.

she shakes her head, "it's probably nothing, just that reporter lurking around trying to get a story," she smiles unconvincingly, and you can tell she doesn't want you to know, "come on, let's go to bed," you nod, wrapping an arm around her.

you could tell she was up all night thinking about that postcard, waiting for you to fall asleep before pulling out a list of suspects. you snuggle into her side, hoping that it was nothing serious—she didn't want to tell you what happened out there, and you weren't going to push; you could only wonder what that postcard could meant.

#misty quigley x reader #fluff #blurb #fanfic #misty quigley #yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets #misty x reader #comfort #wlw #danisasks #yj #yj fanfic #dani's fics <3

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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ok so... what about wheeler!reader with steve 👀 a year older than nancy like the same age as steve? yeah, so basically the oldest wheeler? thank u!!!! <333

Dating Steve Harrington and Being A Wheeler Sibling

summary: what it’s like to date steve harrington while being the oldest wheeler sibling

pairing: steve harrington x reader (wheeler!reader)

warnings: swearing, a bit of awkwardness, mentions of canon typical violence

note: this ask is literally ancient i’m so sorry this took forever !! i hope you like it !! <3

Dating your little sister’s ex-boyfriend is a very hard concept to explain to your family.

Obviously, you met Steve when Nancy started bringing him home. You always thought he was cute, admiring his chocolate brown eyes, his luscious brown hair, and the way his jeans fit just right.

You and Nancy had even talked about him, way back when Nancy’s relationship with Steve was nothing more than a harmless crush. The two of you spent a lot of nights together, giggling about Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

When Nancy and Steve broke up, it was a pretty big shock to your whole family. None of you really expected their relationship to end.

Everyone got used to not having Steve around. The only time you saw him was when he would occasionally drop Mike or Dustin off at your house, hurriedly kicking them out of the car and spending off before anyone could see him.

However, between getting a summer job at Scoops Ahoy, fighting off evil Russians, and saving Hawkins together, you and Steve became pretty close.

Of course, by this point, Nancy had moved on, seeking comfort from Jonathan Byers after the events of Starcourt while you secretly sought comfort in her ex.

The two of you date secretly for months, both of you offering up lame excuses to those around you just so you could meet up somewhere.

Then, the day came where you finally couldn’t keep the secret up anymore. Mike had seen Steve climbing through your window, similarly to how he’d caught Steve sneaking out of Nancy’s window a few years prior.

This situation is definitely awkward to everyone involved.

Your mother, who opened the door, ushering Steve in out of the wet, cold rain, rambling on about how she “didn’t know Nancy and Jonathan had broken up, but Nancy doesn’t really talk to her about those kinds of things and oh, it’s so nice to see you again, Steve, she’s so glad you and Nancy could work things out!”

Steve, apologetically and awkwardly, has to explain that “No, Mrs. Wheeler, he’s not here to see Nance, he’s here to see Y/N.”

Mike and Holly, who just got used to having Steve around so much when he was with Nancy, then they broke up and they got used to not having Steve around, but now Steve is around again? It’s really confusing and Mike is decidedly choosing to stay out of his siblings’ love lives, especially when they involve Steve Harrington.

And Nancy, who did love Steve at one point but couldn’t deal with the guilt and shame of losing Barb. Now, she’s with Jonathan and she loves him so much so it shouldn’t matter who Steve is dating, but she can’t get over that small pang of betrayal when you introduce Steve as your “boyfriend.”

It takes a long time (and multiple late night talks) but Nancy eventually comes around to the idea of you and Steve. Her deciding factor was seeing the look on Steve’s face when you walked into the room. His eyes lit up and you would’ve thought there was nobody else in the world besides Y/N Wheeler. Nancy questions whether Steve ever really looked at her that way.

Nancy and Steve are still a little awkward and the tension between them is definitely noticeable, but they both try really hard to be friends. Eventually, they become pretty good friends. Both of them agree that their relationship is so much better when it’s purely platonic.

Steve tries really hard to become close with your siblings. He knows Mike and they’ve hung out before, but he’s never really gotten close to Mike. He makes a real effort to do so, offering up girl advice, free rides, and even learning about DnD so they have something to talk about.

It starts a little awkward and it takes a while for them to really get comfortable with each other, but Mike really likes Steve and he’s glad that he’s around more.

Steve also really wants to bond with Holly !! He thinks that she’s adorable and offers to babysit frequently. When Steve is in public, he can often be seen with Holly in one arm while arguing with Dustin

(Steve even considers getting a car seat permanently installed in his car but after a lot of convincing from Dustin, he decides not to)

Steve isn’t a huge fan of your dad, but he loves your mom !! He’s so polite and loves bringing her flowers.

He’s always invited to family dinners/holidays !! Christmas is always fun with your family because there’s so many of you. Steve prefers it to Christmas at his house, which often just consists of him eating cookies and opening gifts in an empty house.

You love to tease Steve about his reputation within your family (only after he and Nancy are more comfortable, obviously).

Overall, Steve loves you and your family. He’s very glad to have been accepted into home for the second time around.

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poursomesunaonme · 2 years

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savor (sequel to friends, just friends)

pairing: eren x fem!reader

summary: eren struggles to keep his feelings for you under control, but your seemingly new relationship makes it impossible.

wc: 4.3k

cw: nsfw, minors dni (only 18+ allowed to interact, please have age in your bio/easily accessible on your blog), jealous eren misreads a situation of course, incredibly emo simpage coming from an angry jealous man child, heavy sprinkle of angst, a little verbal fight, a foot fetish by accident ?, a little biting, oral (fem receiving), marking, use of “baby,” vaginal fingering, teasing, pussyjob, sex without condom, the L word, creampie, incredibly soft sex <333

a/n: been in the works a little too long, but i hope u lovely people enjoy <33 as always, reblogs/comments/asks are always appreciated. shoutout to my lovely @mitsuyuhhh and @bimboboobafina for being the best betas and making me giggle with ur comments <333

the stream of people push past eren as they exit the classroom. his eyes search the crowd, only focused on finding you despite the bodies winding around him. earlier that day, he had agreed to walk you home since mikasa was home sick and she would usually accompany you back to your shared apartment. just a favor. isn’t that what friends are supposed to do?

the events that occurred earlier in the day quickly made him regret his decision, however. he can’t help but clench his fists as he remembers. since he didn’t have class, eren’s plan was to study in a coffee shop for the morning before meeting you. he had even decided to pick you up a treat before he left. it wasn’t very often that he would do things like that for you, but he had been feeling a bit nicer lately. after all, isn’t that what friends are supposed to do?

maybe you weren’t friends after all; because if anything, that morning, eren came to realize that what friends don’t do is keep secrets from each other. surely, that guy that you had been with in the café when he arrived was just some other friend that you had completely forgotten to tell him about. surely, eren was just overthinking a meeting between two acquaintances.

a meeting between two acquaintances that touch each other so familiarly. he remembers how you spoke with him. how you laughed almost every time his lips moved. how your eyes sparkled like you were in love. it was so obvious, even through the tinted window.

no, it couldn’t have been just a friend. eren tries to swallow past the lump in his throat to no avail.

no matter how hard eren tries to convince himself, it was blatantly obvious that you had acquired some kind of friend, just from what he had see . your touch had lingered on his arm. that sight lingers still in eren’s mind. it was the kind of touch you used to give him.

he refuses to admit it to himself, refuses to accept the reality that your relationship is on the verge of switching into another phase of the cycle, the one where you don’t hook up for a few weeks because you’re seeing other people. the one where you choke down the pill that your meetings are finite, that your feelings aren’t as strong as you want them to be.

however, both of you know that it isn’t true. your feelings are strong enough. it’s the lack of courage that buries those feelings so deep that you suffer as you watch the other find another hookup.

eren thinks that maybe he could text his previous girl, the one that he was seeing before the two of you left the movie night at jean’s to get together. yeah, he could find solace between her legs like he usually does, pretending that some mediocre hookup is as good as something with you that could basically make him cum on the spot just thinking about it.

no.

because eren dwells on how you looked with that other guy. and if he hates to admit that you were seeing him romantically, there’s something about it that he hates to admit infinitely more.

that he wants it to be him.

he hears you call his name and you meet his gaze with a bright smile, jogging up to him. he can’t help the soft smile that rises to his lips when you greet him cheerfully, hair falling from the style you had put it in to keep it out of your face while you paid attention during lecture.

however, when you adjust your bag on your shoulder and mention the fact that you’re craving a treat even though you already had one when you went to the cafe that morning, he can’t stop himself from picturing the scene that boils his blood. he doesn’t want to seem like a dick, but he can’t exactly forget it either. so he turns away and starts to walk briskly towards your apartment, ignoring your teasing about how mad he looks.

he wants to be kind, he really does, but he knows that until he can own up to his feelings, he’s just gonna be a jealous bystander for the rest of his miserable existence.

you seemed so happy with that other guy.

you look miserable when he shifts his gaze over to you.

maybe it’s for the best. but only for you.

because unfortunately for him, you’re on eren’s mind constantly. you’re all he can think and breathe. every night, he’s rolled over on his stomach, scrolling through your social media like he’s absolutely fucking whipped. he knows he is.

every thought has some tie to you, always leads to you. every conversation that he has with anyone else ends up with your name in it. every time he passes a store, he always finds something that he thinks you would like. everything reminds him of you. it’s only a matter of time that he can ignore it, let it go unspoken.

what he braces for more, however, is the next time he sees that guy, maybe even in the pictures on your social media that he’s constantly looking at.

thankfully, for the next two weeks, it doesn’t come.

but the feelings that he has for you stay the same. in fact, they swell up bigger and bigger with each passing day.

you shouldn’t have such a hold on him when he was the one that insisted on staying friends with benefits. he knows that it’s basically impossible for such a relationship to evolve into something more. but he can’t exactly admit to himself that made a home in his heart the second he laid eyes on you.

he knows that trying to prolong a shallow relationship is a mistake. he knows he’s scared.

and that’s exactly why he breaks, why he’s banging on your door, why there’s an outgoing call from his phone to yours in case you’re not home. but you hear him like he’s someone trying to break into your house.

you open the door, eyes wide with fear, but you soften when you see him. “eren, what the fuck is going on with you?”

“i… uh…” his mouth goes dry when the opportunity to confess to you is finally granted. you still, seeing a strange expression on his face, one that you’ve seen before but don’t quite understand. eren shoves his hands in his pockets and takes a deep breath before leaning to the side to peer around the door to see if anyone else is around.

his heart falls when he sees that guy sitting in your living room, watching the scene unfold from behind his laptop.

eren’s whole world whirls upside down. his heart shatters.

you watch it happen - watch his face fall, the corners of his mouth turn into a frown, his eyes shimmer.

eren knows that it should be him. he should be the one lounging on your couch, the one that stays in your bed till the morning. it should be eren’s hands holding yours, eren’s lips on yours, eren’s body entangled with yours. it should be eren’s heart in your hands.

“eren, we’re just studying,” you say preemptively, taking a step forward to push him out of the door, to isolate him, before he does something he’ll regret. but he puts a hand on your shoulder, stilling you.

“get out.”

the man on the couch hesitates, closing his laptop in case he needs to defend himself or even you from the crazy man in the doorway.

“get out.” eren’s repetition doesn’t go unanswered this time.

the man gets up, starting to put his laptop in his backpack, ever so slowly as to not incense eren further. “look man, i don’t want any trouble.”

“did you hear me?” eren shoves past you, shoulder hitting you like a brick wall. your mouth is dry and you try to ignore the pounding in your heart as eren towers over your poor friend.

“sorry,” he murmurs, packing the rest of his things and dashing out of the door before eren can utter another syllable.

“who’s that?” eren turns to you. your fists ball at your sides. anger boils up within you. his demeanor had changed so quickly when he had faced you. his entire body had relaxed.

“what’s your fucking problem, eren?” you yell, pushing against his chest with your hands. you barely move him an inch. “he’s a friend from one of my classes. i’ve been falling behind recently and he’s been helping me study to catch up.”

his heart skips a beat, the realization of the misread situation hitting him like a bag of bricks. the adrenaline racing through his veins begins to wane, leaving him embarrassed and ashamed. he lowers his head, avoiding your gaze.

“so…” eren trails off awkwardly, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, “he’s not your boyfriend?”

you laugh past the frustrated tears that gather in the corners of your eyes. “no, dummy.”

the two of you stand together for a moment, in silence. your gazes find each other easily. he wants to ask if you can feel the industrial grade magnet that draws him to gravitate towards you.

instead, he doesn’t say anything, as usual. you take him by the hand and lead him to the couch. you sit down, patting the seat. eren doesn’t make a move to join you. he tucks his chin to his chest, hiding his face.

“are you okay?” you ask.

no, eren is not okay. he feels so dumb, like he’s never had a thought in his life. he wants to tell you that everything he’s ever wanted has been right in front of him the entire time. he wants to tell you how much of a coward he’s been since he’s known you, ever since mikasa invited you to the friend group from one of her classes. he wants to tell you that it’s always been you, no matter how many times he tried to drown his feelings in between other girls’ legs.

the man who stands so tall suddenly feels smaller than an ant. his knees buckle and he crumbles down in tears at how deplorable he seems. the feelings overwhelm him in too great a number, spurred by something he can’t fathom. if it’s anything, it’s you. he can’t help but soften into a pool of mush when it’s just you. you make him feel so much no matter how hard he tries to stifle those emotions. but even so, it happens often, how he lets his heart get the best of him when he’s ruminating by himself. but here, all that negativity gets beaten away by your soft hands.

it’s not just helplessness and guilt over cowardice - it’s how the fury at that other guy fades at an alarming rate when eren clutches at your thighs to steady himself. he needs something to blame his inactiveness for, but there’s something about you that brings brutal honesty and clarity to his tumultuous emotions. sure, he can be mad on his own, but he can’t ever stay mad when he’s with you. his hands may itch to beat in the face of whatever guy you choose to associate with, but he couldn’t ever think of hurting you. even though that’s all he’s ever done. maybe that would be the next excuse he makes up for not asking to make you his.

seeing him fall apart, you lift yourself off the couch, settling down on the floor next to him. he basically falls into your chest, hands grasping at your arms as you wrap him into a tender embrace. he shakes against you. it’s almost scary to see him like this. so helpless.

eren allows himself to melt into you.

your body is warm. you smell like you always do. he can hear your heartbeat directly in his ear and he wishes with all his might that it beats for him and only him.

he buries his head in your chest, pulling you closer and closer before he gets so intoxicated on the contact that he can’t help the words from spilling out of his mouth.

“i don’t want to see you with anyone else anymore.”

your heart skips a beat. you know he feels it. your hands begin to shake. but you steel your resolve and bite back a laugh when you take his cheeks in your palms and lift his head to face you. “eren, what’re you-”

“i can’t fucking do this anymore!,” he nearly shouts. “i want you. i want to be with you. please.”

you think you might catch flies with how your jaw hangs slack. but there’s a tenderness in which you suddenly feel you need to treat him. you brush a stray strand of hair out of his face, gently trailing a finger down his cheek. he shudders at the contact. “eren, i-”

he holds up a hand to stop you. “just - don’t say anything. it’s okay if you don’t agree. i’ve just felt this way for a while. i - god - it’s been unbearable seeing you around with him and i just-”

your lips cut him off. the kiss is like magic. you’re soft and warm and he smiles when your arms wrap around him again. you pull him closer and closer until your bodies may as well be considered conjoined.

the next thing you know, his arms tangle around you. he lifts you up, stumbling over couches to fumble for the door handle to your room.

the two of you don’t even make it to the bed before a knock rings out.

“a little warning would be nice next time!” mikasa yells through the door. you and eren pull back and share a laugh as you listen to her and armin’s retreating footsteps. you sigh with relief when the front door closes, leaving the two of you alone for some long-awaited privacy.

eren doesn’t hesitate to meet your lips again. the kisses are soft, but you can feel the desperation behind them. you feel the desire that eren has for you, all those emotions that had been pent up for so long that he’s kept bottled down for months and months upon end.

when he undresses you, it’s slow, deliberate. he gently pushes you onto the bed with a sly smile, one that says “i’ve finally got what i want and i’m going to savor it.” his lips trail over your hands, your forearms, your biceps, your shoulders. he takes off your shirt and unclasps your bra. he kisses your neck, your collarbones, your décollatage. he takes off your shorts and kisses down your stomach, your legs, all the way to your feet.

trailing his lips back up your legs, he spreads them, marveling at how the feast is laid out just for him. he presses a long, tender kiss to your clit.

you shudder before pulling yourself away and scrambling over the bed to lay yourself across the pillows, allowing eren to join you on the bed instead of kneeling on the floor. he smiles up at you, tying his hair up into a bun before wrapping his arms around your thighs. his lips ghost along the sensitive skin, pressing soft kisses and gentle nips to it like he owns it.

he takes his sweet time, letting his mouth cover every inch of your inner thighs before marveling at your cunt. he nearly busts in his pants when his tongue trails over your leaking slit, drooling over just how delicious you are. he groans at the taste of you.

your legs close around his head. the bottoms of your feet skim over the muscles of his back. he doesn’t move an inch closer and it drives you insane, his breath is hot and heavy against your pussy.

“i want you, eren,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair. it’s maddening, how the only pressure you feel is hot air when all you want is him. “i want you and only you.”

“say it again.”

“what?” your heart skips a beat.

“my name.”

“er-eren!” the one whispered syllable becomes a desperate plea when his lips close around your clit. he sucks on the throbbing bud, right where you need him. you melt on his tongue like a pad of butter.

while eren gorges himself on the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, you pull him closer by the hair. the smooth locks easily tumble from the elastic and leave you to brush them back out of his face so they don’t get in the way of him pleasuring you.

when they aren’t rounding to accommodate your pulsating bundle of nerves, his lips curl into a sly grin at his name pouring from your lips. as if he was the one receiving, deep, throaty moans rumble through your core and across your sensitive inner thighs.

a few times, he comes up for air. at the sight of you toying with your perky nipples, his green eyes light with a carnal flame of desire. he’s determined to touch, to kiss, to nip every inch of your skin - so by the time he catches his breath before diving face first into your pussy again, your upper thighs are covered in sweet little bite marks and hickeys.

before you can utter another syllable of his name, two fingers slide into your soaking cunt. your thighs thrash around his head, threatening to crush it before you can experience the fulfilling high of being with someone who finally knows how you feel, and vice versa. eren merely laughs, encircling a thigh with a free hand and gently prying it off of him so that he has more free range to ravish your cunt.

his breath is hot, lips sticky, a shimmery sheen adorning the lower half of his face. you can never, ever get accustomed to the sight of him nestled so comfortably between your legs. it’s so natural, it’s like he’s born to do it.

after fumbling around your tongue that had become lead in the approach of climax, you finally whine out his name as those blissful waves of pleasure take over your body. eren groans into your pussy, exponentially increasing your high. your legs tremble against his shoulders, toes curling as you press your feet into his back to bring him closer. he’s mumbling something you can’t quite understand with his mouth full; you can only imagine that it’s the sweetest praise for his sweetest love.

when he finally eats his fill, he flashes you a bright smile before slinking up your body to reach your lips. trailing kisses all the way up your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones, your neck, your jaw, you think you might die before he reaches your mouth. the sweet taste of you is still on his lips when he finally presses them to yours.

you moan against him, at the feeling of him lining himself up with you. he teases you relentlessly, sliding the tip in between your folds to lube him up before he truly makes love to you. your name falls off his lips like a prayer, having him nearly shaking when he hadn’t even pushed in yet.

his hand cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek as he beholds your face, your mouth ajar in anticipation of moaning when he sinks into you.

“you ready?” he breathes. you nod, biting your lip before he shifts forward. the stretch of the tight ring of muscles begs your eyes rolling back into your head, but you’re too entranced by eren to obey. his jaw muscles tighten before his mouth hangs open in a shaky breath, eyebrows furrowing. you’re sure that your face mirrors his. you gaze at each other for the first few initial thrusts before your lips collide.

there’s nothing that beats the feeling of him softly groaning into your mouth, his slow, deep strokes reaching places that they previously never had. your legs wrap around him almost immediately, locking him in close proximity so that he won’t leave too soon. something deep in you reminds you that he won’t, however.

every few moments, eren pulls back to take in the sight of you, hair splayed across the pillows, lips throbbing and covered in spit - and he finds that you’re the most beautiful creature that has ever graced the earth. he can’t help but smile back at your gentle grins before diving in to taste you once again.

“tell me…” he starts after hesitating for a moment. one of his hands cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek before it travels down your body, slowly tracing a pattern that draws gooseflesh on your skin. his lustful eyes grow lucid, just for a second. “tell me that nobody touches you like me.”

“‘ren, c’mon,” you tease, but after finding that his serious expression doesn’t fade, you give in. it’s your turn to cup his face, to brush back the strands of hair that fall into it. “nobody touches me like you, eren.”

“now - fuck - now…” his thrusts falter for a moment, but continue. “tell me that nobody fucks you like i do.”

you let out a slight grin, starting to trail your nails over his biceps, his chest. “nobody, not a single person, fucks me like you do, eren.”

as if to emphasize your point, you pull him in, pull him impossibly deeper. sparked by your validation, he picks up the pace faster than he had gone the entire night, hammering into your hips. he doesn’t lean down to your lips, entranced by the way your tits bounce in response to his hips slamming into yours. your moans are music to his ears and have gotten him impossibly hard.

“talk to me,” he whimpers, stooping to close his lips around the soft skin of your neck. you recoil against the low, ticklish vibrations scattering along your nerves.

there are so many things to say, so many events, feelings to process, facts to establish. but if there’s anything that you’re sure of in this moment, in the moment where eren’s thrusts hit deeper and deeper with each rotation, in the moment where there is literally no other place you would rather be, all you can say is

“i want you.” your exhale is just barely enunciated. the infinite thoughts dedicated to the man plowing into your hips are just too much to bear, too much to articulate, besides

“i need you.” it’s deprived, desperate, punctuated by your fingers tangling into his hair, by his twitching in your gushing warmth. it’s lewd, the moans that follow, the ones that he swallows as his lips meet yours, before

“i love you.”

he gasps in the minute pause that he had allowed you before his lips meet yours again. if there’s anything about eren, it’s that he seems so vast to you. he had already surrounded you, was everything you tasted, touched, smelled - and now, he seems to have expanded infinitely. he envelopes your entire heart, your entire being.

it’s as if god himself reached down and touched your heart, igniting it into a brilliant blaze. his fingers laced with yours on either side of your head, effectively pinning you under his love.

the darkness hums around the both of you with an unspoken energy, waiting for eren to acknowledge verbally what you had just unleashed onto him. he doesn’t say anything, at least for a few seconds that drag onto years.

maybe it’s a mistake ruining the relationship that you pursue with him. is it sustainable? absolutely not. will it last forever? as is, no.

could you go on another second without telling him? you prefer death.

in the midst of your dissonance, eren’s kiss on your searing forehead is the cooling rag that breaks your fever.

“i love you.” the whisper is shaky, scared, but you understand. there’s a dark pit of unknown splayed out in front of the two of you, something that you hadn’t been able to come to terms with over the last countless months.

however, as his thrusts change in accord with his expression, becoming more passionate, traveling deeper, as his hands envelop and tighten around your own, your fear dissipates. there’s nothing to worry about, nothing standing in the way of your and eren’s happiness. it’s stupid, really, how long it took for the two of you to swallow your pride and confess. but now that the words have been spoken, there’s no doubt in your minds that you hold each other's hearts.

in the flurry before the sex began, eren didn’t have the brainpower to consider a condom. you had known that he wasn’t wearing one. you find it funny that it seems like an afterthought now. the conversation you had with him at the last hookup rang in your mind.

“cum inside,” you whimper, holding eren’s face in the crook of your shoulder. he moans at the phrase, nearly finishes at the thought of filling you up, the white substance leaking out of you. “make me yours… cum inside. please, ‘ren.”

he fumbles with his words, head so hazy that he can barely think straight. “c’mon baby, be mine. be my girl. love you so much ‘n want you to be mine.”

“‘mkay,” you whisper, smiling at him as he pulls back to kiss you again. each thrust earns a heavy groan as the two of you draw closer and closer to finishing.

when his cock twitches a final time and you begin to feel double the warmth from his climax and your own bliss, those three words leave your mouth only to be immediately devoured by eren’s and returned tenfold.

the exchange of “i love you” continues further and further into the night, past each high, past each rest, past each kiss, touch, breath.

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kywaslost · 1 year

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hi!! saw that you were taking requests and got super excited!! i absolutely loved your platonic fics and i was wondering if you would be willing to do an platonic dabi x reader panic attack comfort? (ik dabi is in the characters you write for but i didn't see anything for him on your masterlist so if you aren't as comfortable writing him could i get the same thing but with keigo?)

i hope you're having an amazing day 🫶🏻

Sit By The Fire - Dabi

A/N: Hello! I’m glad you like my platonic writings, that makes me so happy! And I never noticed that I hadn’t ever written anything for Dabi considering he’s one of my favorite characters! So thank you for requesting him! I hope you’re having an amazing day so far <333

You should have been home two hours ago. When Dabi had called to check in on you a few hours ago you said that you’d be back by 7pm and in time for dinner. Except now it was 9:30 at night and Dabi wasn’t sure if you were home or not. You had missed dinner, and he thought for a split second he caught a glimpse of you in the hallway but he didn’t think much of it. If you wanted alone time then so be it.

It was pouring down rain now and Dabi could hear thunder off in the distance. It was getting later at night and he was sure you’d be in bed by now if you were home. He was beginning to feel tired himself, so he made his way up to your bedroom to check on you before he turned in for the night. Knocking on your door, he received no response.

“Y/N?” he called softly. “Can I come in?”

“Aww,” Toga giggled from her room across the hall. “Look at Dabi being all soft.”

Dabi turned around, death glaring at the girl. “Shut it.”

She giggled again. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others.” She went to close her door but said one final thing. “I’d check the roof. I think I saw them go up there earlier. They looked pretty upset.”

Dabi didn’t rush up the steps too quickly so he didn’t draw too much attention to himself, but he did move with a purpose. Why were you outside? Surely you had heard the rain and thunder before heading up to the roof. But that didn’t matter. If you were out in the rain for as long as he thought you’d been, you were sure to get sick.

Dabi reached the entry to the roof, pushing open the door and stepping into the cold rain. His light blue eyes scanned the rooftop in search of you. He didn’t see anything at first, but as he looked closer he could see something leaning against the AC unit several feet away from him. Getting closer, he could see how soaking wet you were. “Y/N?” he asked softly. “What are you doing out here?” He crouched down beside you, placing a hand on your back. That’s when he noticed how hard you were shaking.

“Darling, let’s get you inside.” When you didn’t move, Dabi carefully picked you up and carried you back to the door to the roof. He closed the metal behind him, silencing the sound of rain by a great deal. You were still shaking, however, and he swore he could hear you crying. “Are you alright, Y/N?” You didn’t say anything. You just gripped Dabi’s shirt tightly and cried harder.

The burnt man sighed with slight worry, slowly twisting the door handle to his bedroom. He gently placed you down on the foot of his bed and knelt down in front of you. He placed a hand on your knee. “You’re soaked, Y/N. You need to change clothes. I’ll be back.” He gave your knee a pat before standing and exiting the room. He made his way down the hall and into your bedroom, quickly sifting through your drawers and pulling out an outfit for you to change into.

Dabi didn’t expect to see you on the ground in full panic mode when he returned to his bedroom. You had slid off of his bed and onto the floor, curled into a ball and beginning to hyperventilate. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your hands were in your hair, pulling on it harshly.

“Oh, darling,” he cooed worriedly, rushing over and kneeling beside you yet again. He set your change of clothes down on his bed and then placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, breathe. You’re alright.” You let out a strangled cry, panicked eyes meeting Dabi’s for the first time. His gaze softened in an attempt to calm you. “Calm down Y/N. What’s going on?” You couldn’t answer him. Your breathing was becoming much quicker and more shallow, scaring the man beside you.

“You’re having a panic attack aren’t you?” he asked, except he was talking to himself more than he was talking to you at this point. Dabi sat down from his crouched position, then reached both of his hands out to gently pry yours out of your hair. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Please, stop.” He freed your hands from your hair, holding them tightly on his own now.

“Hey, it’s ok, just breathe,” Dabi soothed while rubbing your knuckles, waiting for you to give permission for more contact. “I’m right here. I’m going to help you, I promise.” You locked eyes with Dabi again, silently asking for him to make this pain stop. You felt like your chest was on fire and your face and hands had gone numb. You were freezing and you just wanted all of this to stop so you could dry off and rest.

“It hurts,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut again. “Cold.”

“I know, n/n,” Dabi said softly. “Let’s get you calmed down first, then you can dry off and change and we’ll get you all warmed up again, yeah?” He thought for a moment, turning his head to the side ever so slightly. “Can I hug you?”

You nodded harshly as Dabi let go of your hands momentarily to maneuver you to sit in his lap, back pressed against his chest. He wrapped his legs around your own to keep them away from your chest. This ensured you kept your chest open and that it would hopefully make it easier for you to breathe. His arms snuck around you and his hands moved to hold yours again.

“Breathe with me,” he said softly, taking in large, slow breaths. You could feel his chest rise and fall behind you, and it somehow made you feel just a tad bit safer. You tried to match his breathing, choking a few times on air and sending you into a coughing fit. One of Dabi’s hands moved to your shoulder, rubbing small circles where your shoulder meets your neck. “Slow, you’re alright.”

Eventually your breathing slowed down and became more even. You began to gain feeling in your face and hands but your chest still stung with an aching pain. You were left cold and exhausted, slumping back against Dabi’s chest. At this point, he had one arm wrapped around your waist and one hand in your hair, brushing through it softly.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked quietly. “Tired, maybe?” You nodded, snaking one of your hands into the one hand of Dabi’s that was settled on your hip. “Don’t want to talk?” You shook your head in confirmation, sighing. “That’s alright. I understand.”

When you felt like you could finally stand Dabi helped you to your feet and over to the foot of his bed again.

“I brought you some dry clothes,” he said softly. I’m not going to leave, but I’ll turn around and let you change in peace.” It took a moment but you finally changed into your dry clothes. Dabi even tossed you one of his hoodies to slip on over your t-shirt.

“I would feel better if you stayed in here tonight,” he confessed. “I want to be here if you have another panic attack.”

You nodded, allowing Dabi to pull the covers of his bed back and then slid in beside him. He hesitantly draped an arm over you, pulling you close to him. “You’re still shaking,” he noted. “Can I get you anything?” You shook your head, only burying your head deeper into his nightshirt. “Alright then. Get some rest.” He was silent for a moment. “Oh, and Y/N?”

You hummed in response.

“You’re gonna tell me what caused this tomorrow, alright? But for now, get some sleep.”

You nodded, smiling ever so slightly. You knew Dabi liked you, you were best friends after all. You just didn’t know he was capable of being this soft and caring for you.

With the sound of rain and lightning off in the distance, paired with Dabi’s soft breathing and your exhaustion, you fell asleep quickly, curled up under Dabi’s blanket and under his comforting hold.

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