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justmeinadaze · 29 days

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Secret Underneath Part 3 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: A lot of this came from the rough week I had and desperately needing Daddy <3

Warnings: Warnings: Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, toys (triple stimulation ;) ), dirty talk, nothing too rough just passionate. ANGST, reader has a bad day and needs help feeling better, mentions of her ex (brief mentions of him hurting her and being verbally abusive during their relationship; comments on her weight but its brief), boys mention their fathers as well as touching on their own ex.

Word Count: 5367

You were having a terrible fucking day.

One of the other teachers you weren’t fond of danced all over your last nerve as if it was her mission. You forgot your lunch because you had rushed out of your apartment late due to not hearing your alarm because you tossed and turned all night. Your AC broke around midnight and by 2am you were covered in sweat. Every time you called your landlord, you were either placed on hold or the line disconnected.

All you wanted to do when you got home was curl up in bed but as soon as you walked through the door you were immediately met with blistering heat.

Usually you could handle all this, all be it with a bit more snark than normal but you didn’t want to. All of your energy was drained and the only thing your mind could muster was the need to throw things against the wall like a toddler.

Daddy.

You debated on calling them. So far the guys had just given you money willingly after every meeting but you had yet to ask them for anything. Oddly with them, you didn’t want them to feel used. Maybe because of what they told you about previous relationships doing just that or maybe it was because you genuinely enjoyed their company.

Finally giving in to your brain, you reached for your phone and dialed the number they give you.

“Hey, honey.”, Steve practically sings as his voice floats through. “How was your day? I was just about to call you.”

“D-D-Daddy…”, you cry, unable to stop the tears as they flow.

“What’s wrong, baby?”, he asked, his tone changing to that authoritative one that made you feel safe. You told him what happened and how your day had progressively got worse. You could hear him moving around on the other line before the sound of a ding from an elevator caught your attention.

“Are y-you at work? Fuck, I’m so sorry—”

“No, hey, don’t be sorry. I was going to leave early anyway. I just got ahold of Eddie and he’s going to meet me at your place. Do you feel comfortable sending us your address?” His heart breaks as he listens to you cry harder, his protective, dominate side now fully in the driver’s seat. “Baby girl, everything’s ok. I promise we’re going to get everything taken care of.”

After texting him your address, you wait by the open window as you fan your face and as soon as you hear the knock you run to let them in. The rockstar doesn’t even hesitate as he takes you in his arms.

“Jesus, sweetheart, you are covered in sweat. Are you okay?” Your gaze kept shifting between him and the mogul as his fingers rapidly moved against the screen on his phone. “Hey, look at me, Y/N. How are you feeling? You’re not dizzy or dehydrated right?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry if I bothered you both. I didn’t know who else to call and I’m so exhausted—”

“Baby. Baby, breathe. It’s ok. Don’t ever be afraid to call us or ask for help, alright?”

Someone new knocks on your door, startling you but not them as Steve heads that way.

“Ed, why don’t you get a bath going for her? Nothing too hot though.”

“Yes, sir.”, he salutes making you smile. “Boy talkin’ to me like he’s my Daddy. Come on, pretty girl, let’s let Stevie do his thing.”

***

In the middle of your bath, the AC abruptly clicked on and you sighed in relief. By the time Eddie had you in a long, oversized shirt and brushing your hair, you were completely at ease.

“Ok, honey, I hired some of the best people to come fix your unit so it won’t break again for a long while. I also called your landlord and threatened to sue him into oblivion…so your next couple of months are free.”, Steve grins as a he takes a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you. “At some point, doesn’t have to be now or even this month, I would like to talk with you about getting you a new place. You shouldn’t have to argue before someone fucking comes to fix your necessities. I mean YOU pay THEM—”

“Steven, you’re doing that thing again.”, the metalhead chuckles as he places the brush on your nightstand.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Y/N. I just hate the idea of you struggling. You deserve all the good things.”

“Speaking of good things, what would you like to eat, babe? Harrington here said you had forgotten your lunch today. We want to make sure you’re fed and full.”

Your head hung as you silently stared into the mattress.

“Y/N, sweetie.”, Steve coos as he lifts your chin. “It’s ok that you called. You weren’t bothering us and we’re happy to help.”

“I know you said people in the past used you for your money. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want. I DO like you.”

Eddie lightly tugs your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss your lips.

“We like you to.”

“This apartment really isn’t that bad, you know.”

“Baby, I just gave you a bath in that closet you call a bathroom and that’s coming from a man who grew up in a trailer.”

“I didn’t know that.”

As you lean back into his bare chest, a pleasant sigh leaves his lips and you rest your forehead on his cheek.

“I don’t talk about that side of my life. I mean of course people find out but…”

“We grew up in a small town so people gossip.”

“That’s how you two met? Growing up?”

Both men grow silent and you promptly hang your head before crawling out of Eddie’s embrace to head for the kitchen. They follow and as soon as they enter the room, you throw a menu onto the counter.

“I like their pizza and beer special. Don’t worry, Steve, we can get you like a Voss water or something.”, you grin as he tilts his head and you stick out your tongue.

“I feel challenged. Why do you think I can’t keep up with you and rockstar here?”

“I think you just answered your own question.”, Eddie joked as he leaned over the counter to look over the food options with you.

***

“Ok…3, 2, 1, GO!”

As soon as the metalhead gives the go ahead, you and Steve puncture the beer can with a knife and hastily chug back it’s contents. You were the first to finish, throwing your hands in the air as the other man trails behind.

“Jesus, I’m rusty.”

“Yeah, sure pretty boy. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”, you sass as you lean forward to grab another slice of pizza.

“So this is like your go to stress reliever? Sitting on the floor eating cheap pizza and beer while listening to crap music?”

“First off, rude. My music isn’t crap. Secondly, yeah. During the colder months I’ll put up Christmas lights and just lay here watching the snow fall. I love this city. It’s so beautiful.”

“Were you born here?”

“No, I’m from the south. I moved here because my boyfriend got a job and I wanted to be near him. Obviously, that didn’t end well.”, you chuckle as you take a sip of your drink.

“The asshole that hurt you?”, Eddie growls, his own protective nature slowly creeping in when you nod. “Was he always like that?”

“Verbally he could be a dick but he never got physical like that before. After we moved here it just got progressively worse. He’d say things under his breath or give me back handed compliments. Fucker could dish it out but never take it.

‘You know for how much weight you’ve gained, that dress actually looks pretty good on you.’

‘Aw, gee, thanks. You know, not many men can pull of jeans that tight but with a penis as small as yours I guess you don’t have to worry.’”

Both men laughed making you smile before it tapers off and they glance towards each other.

“My father was a fucker to. He got in trouble with the law a lot and ended up in prison back home in Indiana. I grew up with my uncle in that trailer I mentioned.”

“What about your mom?”

Eddie sighed as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“She died when I was really little. She, um, she was a good woman.”

Nodding, you decide not to pry further as you lean back against Steve’s stomach who was also on his side on his elbow.

“MY dad could verbally be a dick like your ex. He made comments like that all the time especially when I was in high school. I was surprised he let me take over his company. My mother isn’t a bad person, she just…I don’t know…her priorities are all out of whack.”

“I’m so sorry you guys experienced that. I actually get along with my parents and I hate being so far away from them.”

“Why didn’t you move back after you two broke up?”, the metalhead asked.

“My job. I love teaching here and I love those kids. They are all so smart and sassy, I love it.”, you giggle.

Your eyes shift towards the window as you pleasantly exhale, closing your eyes as Steve’s fingers absently began playing with your hair.

“When did you two decide to do this whole Daddy/Baby thing?”

“We’ve always enjoyed everything that comes along with being a Daddy and not just sexually. Perfect example, seeing your face light up when I told you I took care of everything with the apartment. I like seeing you happy.”

“I mean the same applies in bed to.”, Eddie chuckles. “We like seeing you unravel and tremble because of us. Why did you decide to do this?”

“I’ve always preferred more dominate men who could take control. I didn’t realize they would be so hard to find.”, you smile. “Maybe I was looking in the wrong age bracket. I needed two OLD MEN.”, you tease as the rockstar bites his lip across from you to stifle a laugh. “I’ve never cared about the money aspect that comes along with it.”

As they nod, you take both men in as they continue to relax. Because of the heat Eddie had removed his shirt so you could see how low his jeans really were as his blue boxers peaked out above the waistband. His hair was perfectly fluffed out, just barely resting on the top part of his smooth back. Any time you tried to run your fingers through it, he always made a joke about how tangled it was but you didn’t care especially when his eyes would close and he would hum lightly in pleasure when you did.

Steve had showed up in his suit and you had yet to see him in anything else but at least in this moment he seemed relaxed. The first time you were with them, he appeared agitated which Eddie had explained it was because the mogul didn’t want you to feel used after your ordeal. The couple of times after, he constantly displayed an air of confidence which wasn’t abnormal with Daddies you met but in this moment when he put that wall down…he was adorable. Even his hair relaxed as the product began to fade, allowing it to move every which way.

“You both are handsome.”

They had been in the middle of conversation you didn’t realize they were having until you blurted your statement making them pause as they turned to grin your way.

“Thank you.”, Eddie laughed, air hissing through his teeth. “I think it’s time to take away the booze, Stevie.”

“Pfft I’m not that drunk.”, you giggle. “Trust me, you’ll know when I am. I can be mean.” Both men chuckle and make mocking facial expressions as you playfully glare. “I know you don’t want to tell me what happened with your last Baby but… she’s a fucking idiot for not keeping you two around.”

You don’t see but their features falter for a moment before Steve finally collects himself.

“You’re technically our first Baby.” Your eyes widen in shock and amusement as he nods before popping open another can of beer. “I know. Plot twist, huh?”

“Obviously we talked to other ones on that site but you were the only one that intrigued us and the first we’ve ever met with. Like Harrington said, we like the aspects of being a Daddy which includes taking care of the girl we care about. Individually and together…it just got exhausting after a while jumping from one date to the next trying to figure out their motives. At least this way…there’s some order to it. Another reason we like you is because you ARE up front.”

“So… your last girlfriend must have really hurt you then…if you decided to give up that scene to this.” They glance your way at your comment as a sad sounding sigh escapes you and you pull your knees under your chin. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, can we ask for one more favor?”, Steve asks in a serious tone that makes you face him.

“Yeah, Daddy, of course.”

“Have you googled us yet? Or did any kind of snooping?” Both men exhale in relief when you say no. “You wouldn’t lie to us right, baby girl?”

“No, I wouldn’t lie. I wanted to but you wanted privacy. I respect that. Plus, I’d rather you tell me things than for me to read it.”

“Good…good girl.” Eddie praises as you blush. “Can we keep it that way?”

“Yes, Daddy, I promise.”

“What’s going on over there, pretty girl? Why are you all shy all of the sudden?”, he teases eliciting a small squeal as you duck your head into your arms.

“I’m just glad you two came over. I really needed this.”

“Yeah, honey? Is there anything else we can do for you?”

“Actually…”, you sing. “I got a new toy the other day. Would you like to see it?” After they nod, both men watch you rise to your feet and excitedly run towards your bedroom. When you return, you hastily open the box it came in and produce a pink vibrator for them to see. “I figured since I have two Daddies now I can use this if you both are away. This part is like the normal vibrators you see everywhere but this end here goes into my behind and this little part up here plays with my clit.”

“Have you tried it out yet?”

“No, Daddy.”, you answer Eddie’s question shaking your head.

“Well, why don’t you, baby? Give it whirl and tell us how it feels.”, Steve instructs in a husky tone that has you biting your bottom lip.

Tossing aside your comfy clothes, you sit naked before them as your eyes suddenly fleet between each man.

“May I lean against one of you?”

You can’t help but laugh when both men turn to each other and without any hesitation or prior conversation begin to play rock, paper, scissors. The metalhead wins, throwing his hands victoriously in the air as his friend rolls his eyes before lifting his body and crawling towards you to place himself behind you. Melting into his touch, you lean your head back onto his shoulder and kiss his cheek as he tilts down to kiss your neck.

His beautiful large hands softly run up the back of your thighs and hooks them behind your knees making you giggle like a little kid as he pries your legs open. They watch with eager eyes as you squeeze a small amount of lube into your palm and your breath hitches slightly as you lather it between your cheeks.

Eddie army crawls forward till he’s a few inches in front of your cunt, sighing as he lays his head on his forearm.

“Fuck, you smell so good.”

Smirking, you glance down to make sure the toy is positioned properly before focusing as you insert all the pieces in their respective places. Your body tenses a bit as you lean your head back and close your eyes.

“Everything ok, honey?”, Steve whispers.

“Y-Yeah. Fuck… just feels a bit…different.”

“For something about the size of a regular vibrator, it really blocks my view.”, the rockstar whines making you pout. “No, shit, hey. I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.” Quickly pushing up onto his palms, his fingers grip your chin, and tilt you so he can kiss your lips. “As long as I can see your face and hear those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth that’s all I care about.”

As he starts to pull away from you to lay back down, your free hand shoots out to grab his shoulder.

“Wait…Can you…stay this close to me to. Please, Daddy.”

A shaky breath escapes Eddie at your needy tone before hastily collecting himself and clearing his throat as he tilts back to sit his heels.

“Yeah, baby, yeah. Of course, I can do that for you.”

After pressing the little button, the toy comes to life and your groan instantly hits their ears.

“Jesus.”

“How does it feel, pretty girl?”

You barely register Steve’s question as your body lights up with every kind of sensation, your mouth falling open as a soft uh falls through.

“He asked you something, sweetheart.”

“F-Feels…feels…good.”

“Hey. Can you open your eyes and look at me?”, Eddie asks as the other man’s lips gently peck between your shoulder and neck. “Y/N, open your eyes.”

At his firmer tone you do what he commands, mewling loudly when you notice his hand had slid down his pants so he could ease the ache of his cock pressing almost painfully against the denim.

“Good, good girl. Don’t…fuck, you’re so fucking sexy…don’t take them off me.”

Steve’s mouth grazed your ear and his low, husky whispers had you trembling against him.

“There you go, baby girl. Make yourself cum. You deserve it after the long day you had. After you make yourself cum, your Daddies are going to take care of you, honey. We’ll fuck you till that little brain goes quiet. Fuck, I can hear how wet you are. Makes me so fucking hard.”

Your eyes rolled back as the coil snapped and you pushed back against him as you came.

“No, hey, no, baby. Don’t run from it.”, Eddie lightly scolded as he grabbed the end of the toy and continued pumping inside of you at a rigorous pace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Daddy, please.”, you begged as you pushed at his hand.

After delicately removing the toy, he tossed it out of the way, collecting you in his arms, and positioning you so you were straddling his waist.

“You have to take off your pants.”, you breathily giggle when you feel the cold metal of the button on his jeans against your puffy lips. The rockstar’s eyelids flutter as he grunts in frustration and his arm grips your body to him as he uses his free hand to sloppily push them down his thighs. “Baby, you can let me go to take them off. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Damn right you’re not. You’re ours, princess. Fuck.” As you clung to his neck hovering over his lips, his eyes remained on your face as you slowly sunk down onto his cock. “Can you say that for me? Tell me who you belong to?”

“Mmm—I belong to Daddy. Oh my…so deep.”

“I know, baby, I know. There you go, that’s it. Just ride my dick just like that.”

His palms held the meat of your behind as he guided your movements while you bounced on top of him. Eddie’s gaze never faltered as he continued to take in every little movement that twitched along your features. Every time your bodies connected; your eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. When his length would roughly hit that sensitive spot inside you; your mouth fell open as you panted against his lips.

His favorite part was when either of you moved at a faster pace, you pulled him as close to you as you could. He loved feeling your needy hands pushing against his back to bring him to your chest or when your head fell against his shoulder as your fingers ran through his tangled mess of hair.

If he could be this close to you all the time he would.

“Fuck, Y/N.”, he practically growled as he lifted you up and placed you on your back underneath him. His lips roughly kissed yours as he rolled his lower half into your own. “You feel so fucking good. I need you to cum, pretty girl. Please.”

Your eyes opened at the word as his closed in focus, that little crease in his forehead as he thrust at a quicker pace had you swooning as you reached up to cup his cheek. A small smirk flickered across his mouth as he did the same; his thumb absently caressing your cheek.

“Just like that, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. W-Will you cum with me?”

After nodding, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room till it was replaced with your whimpers and his grunts as the coil snapped and you both came.

Steve had been patiently waiting as he watched you both together, stroking his cock as your beautiful moans filled his ears. He desperately needed you but he knew how to wait; you’d be his soon enough.

After removing all of his clothes, he tossed them to the side, wanting to feel every part of your skin against him this time. As Eddie backed away, the mogul beamed down at you as he took his place.

“Are you ok, honey?”

He chuckled softly at your lopsided grin as you reached up for him to bring his lips to yours.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I want you.”

“I like hearing you say that. Can you say it again?”

“I want you, Daddy. I need you.”

Falling onto his side next to you, he guided you to do the same with your chest against his and one of his arms under your head.

“I just want to be really close to you, Y/N.”, he murmured as his large palm slid down your spine, over your ass, and along your thigh as he lifted it over his hip. Steve only released you long enough to guide his cock inside of you before placing it against your back near the base of your neck. “Fuck, baby, still so wet. Did Daddy make you feel good?”

“So good—mmm—I’ve never…”

“Never what? Tell me.”, he instructions as he continues doing little but deep thrusts into your core.

“No one’s ever fucked me like this…at this angle…”

He can’t help but lightly laugh making you sigh as you smile and lean your forehead onto his.

“We told you, baby girl. You’re with men now. We know how to take care of a beautiful woman like you.”

As he finds a steady, firm rhythm, you feel like you’re going to melt into a million tiny pieces as he stretched you open. Steve’s palm continued to roam your skin as his other remains firmly positioned behind your head, keeping your face as close to his as possible feeling your pussy clench every time he moans into your mouth.

“That’s it—fuck—just hold on to me, Y/N. Don’t let go.”

“Never.”

You didn’t even realize you said it but they both heard as it fell from your lips. Feeling his pace falter, he pounds into you hard and fast trying to get you over the edge before he cums. Tears streak your face as you tremble against him and while your cunt quivers around his cock he warms your insides as he spills inside of you.

“Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck…”, Steve pants as he lifts your head and pushes back the hair sticking to your face. “Are you alright?”

A wide toothy smile greets him as you tilt back and giggle.

“Yeah, baby. That was perfect.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you into a quick shower.”

“Nooooooo, Daddy.”, you whine making Eddie laugh as he jumps to his feet in only his boxers.

“Come on, ya big baby.”

He starts to tug on your arm like he’ll drag you if he has to causing your smile to grow as you rise to your feet and let him lead you to your bathroom. After putting on his own boxers, Steve trailed behind taking in the things around him.

Even though the majority of people had music on their phones, you had a small shelf filled with records and a record player. Along your walls were pictures of you with different people he assumed to be your family and friends. As he entered your bedroom, there was a bookshelf filled with reading material and he couldn’t help but smile when he notices a book hanging out that pertained to his business.

You were trying to learn and understand; he appreciated that.

What he didn’t like was when he placed the book back down a picture that was nestled in the back binding tumbled out.

It was you with another man’s arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Steve heard your laugh as you and his friend exited the bathroom and he held it up in your direction.

“Where did you get that?”, you asked as your face fell.

“It fell out of this book here.”

Your eyes closed as you sighed, taking the book from his hand and placing it on your dresser.

“I didn’t know it was in there.”, you mumbled.

“So you could hide it?”, Eddie asked with a tone filled of accusation. “Who the fuck is this?”

You try to control your anger as you watch the rockstar snatch it from the mogul’s hand as the other man stares at you waiting for an answer.

“My ex.”

“Yeah, that’s going to require some more explaining.”

“He let me borrow the book. Look, it’s not what you think! I asked a friend to ask him for it. I didn’t even think the asshole would put his fucking picture in there. I don’t even know why he’d do that.”

“To manipulate you and make you miss him.”, Steve growled. “Why are you taking anything from him at all?”

“Can we talk about this later, please? I’m so tired.”

“No, we can’t, Y/N. This is the second time this man is popping up suddenly and after what happened the first time I don’t like it.”

“What part? The part where I still went on a date with him or the part where he assaulted me?”

“Does it matter?!”, Eddie yelled. “Both were fucking awful. Nobody should be putting their hands on you and you are ours. We’ve made that very fucking clear!”

“And it’s crystal clear to me, Eddie. I don’t want to have anything to do with him!”, you scream, grabbing the image and tearing it up. “I try to avoid him as much I can but it’s hard! Fuck, this day sucks so much.”

“Why is it hard, Y/N?”

Folding your arms, you feel your heart start to break as you prepare for the worst.

“Because we work together! That’s how we met. We went to school together back home and when he got a job here in New York I followed him. He suggested I apply to and to my surprise I was hired to!” You shrug as you wipe the tears that began to fall. “I thought we were going to be together forever. I was a fucking idiot.”

Taking a seat on your bed, your head hangs but after a few seconds the mattress dips on either side of you as Eddie pushes your hair behind your ear so he can see your face.

“Usually, he just ignores me until he wants something…like last time… Since I started seeing you, now I ignore him and according to idle gossip it bothers him.”, you explain as you roll your eyes at the end.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”, Steve inquires.

“Why don’t you about your last girl?”, you snap.

As he exhales in frustration, Eddie rises angerly off the bed and stomps into your living before coming back with his phone in his hand. Falling to his knees in front of you, he flashes you the screen but when you try to take it from him he pulls it back.

“Read.”

“Gina Frost, daughter of 90s film star, suing guitarist and business tycoon for palimony.”

Your gaze shifts up to meet his with confusion.

“H-How have I never…”

“Our lawyer managed to put a lock on our information and we don’t actually go into a court or anything. Not yet anyway…”, he sighs.

“Can she…I mean…palimony is for a couple not a—”

“Yeah we know.”, Steve cuts you off a bit harshly. “Add that twist into the knife she stabbed into our backs.”

“I’m so sorry. I really am… I didn’t tell you about my ex because I felt stupid and I thought…maybe you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore if I told you. I swear, Steve, Eddie, I don’t have feelings for him. I like you two. I mean I know this is just a…I don’t know…a thing right now but I do enjoy talking to you. I feel safe with you and even though we can’t put a specific label on it I at least consider you my friends. You know…my old man friends that fuck me from time to time.”

They both laugh at your joke causing you to smile as you relish the sound.

“We felt the same.”, Eddie responds first, guiding you against your pillows as he follows and climbs in beside you. “She took advantage of us and it took us forever to even catch on. We like you to...”

“Very much.”, Steve added as he curled up beside you as well. “We’re not that old, ya brat.”

You giggle as they pull you closer to their sides.

“Are you safe? From him, I mean?”

“Yeah, he won’t do anything while we’re at work and if he did I would knock him out. That’s what happened last time. He yanked on my blouse and I turned around to punch him. He told people in the school he got in a bar fight defending a girl.”

“Jesus Christ. What a dick.”, the rockstar chuckles.

“Thank you both for coming over. I really need this…needed you.”

That makes them softly smile as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep. Eddie’s eyes scan his friend’s demeanor as he absently plays with your hair.

“Steve Harrington, whatever you’re thinking about doing, you can’t.”

“I don’t like him being in the same building with her. What if he hurts her again?”

“She said he won’t. Ah, ah.”, he tuts as the mogul starts to argue. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like it either but… that’s not part of our deal. We have to trust her. Unless she asks us to deal with him, we shouldn’t bringing that kind of attention our way.”

“Eddie, I don’t care about that kind of attention. Fuck Gina and fucking popular opinion.”, he growls. “What if…what if we can’t get to her or what if he does something worse… She said he changed after they moved. It just makes me nervous especially with us going out of town soon. I want to know she’s ok.”

“She’s a strong girl and if she needs anything she’ll tell us. We can’t control her like that. We aren’t those kind of men… we aren’t our dads.”

Steve glances his way, exhaling as he reaches over to pat his best friend’s arm.

“You’re a good dude, Munson.”

“Aw.”, Eddie coos. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, Harrington.”

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c-optimistic · 9 months

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Hey, i saw you tagged something with "#Kara has been okay with dying for a very long time#makes me wanna write about it" and I just thought I'd pop in to say that if you write about it I would love to read it :D

The Phantoms lie.

She knows this, she knows this. But the truth is, the Phantoms do more than just lie.

They twist memories, create waking nightmares, force you to relive the most painful things your own mind can conjure up.

(And Kara’s mind is a dark place.)

She can distinguish it at first, what’s real and what’s not real. There’s a lot giving away the fake memories, the implanted thoughts. Little details that give Kara enough distance from what she’s seeing to recognize it’s not real.

Things like cruel smirks on Alex’s lips that she never wore in reality.

Things like J’onn’s distrustful eyes following her, like Nia’s disgust when she appears, like Brainy’s disappointed shake of his head when she takes another step.

But then, she loses focus. She loses her grip on reality. Because she sees Lena’s tearstained face, hears her blaming Kara for lies and betrayal and loss and...it’s all true. It’s true, and she finds she can’t tell the difference between the Phantoms’ lies and her own bitter memories.

(She takes another step, needing to keep moving, needing to find a way out, needing to get home.

The lies, the memories, and the hurt all follow.)

It’s cold in the Phantom Zone. Cold, dark, and utterly silent. There’s nothing but the sound of her boots against gravelly soil, chattering teeth, and guilt and blame ringing in her ears, the voices of her friends and family shouting at her, not wanting her, hating her.

(The Phantoms lie. She knows this.

She has to know this.)

There are no signs of passing days. There’s no rising and setting sun, no waxing or waning moons, no indication that time passes at all. At first, she tries to count, to create her own sense of time, using the numbers to block out the voices and the visions, but she loses track, loses focus, watches everyone she loves die and wishes she died with them.

(The Phantoms lie.

She thinks she knows this.)

Kara takes another step. And another.

(It’s painfully cold. Her thoughts make her feel colder.)

A step. She has to keep moving, even if she’s unsure where she’s going. Why is she still going?

(The Phantoms lie.

But lies with a foundation of truth are always easier to believe.)

Kara stops, surrounded by images of all her dead loved ones, and she drops to her knees to join them.

///

When she wakes, she’s in a small cave-like structure, a glow emanating from a fire that gives off no heat.

And the man who has rescued her, the man in the robes and defeated eyes, is her father.

When he notices she’s awake, he’s careful to shift, appear as non-threatening as possible, smiling benignly at her. And Kara just lays there, staring, wondering if she’s dead or if this is just yet another ghost sent to haunt her.

“Kara,” he says finally, breaking the silence, his voice cracked from disuse, tongue clearly not practiced with the single word he utters.

“I’m dead,” Kara guesses, sitting up, watching the robed man who has taken the guise of her father carefully. “Right?”

“No, you are not dead.”

“But you’re not him,” she says, not really accusatory, just stating a fact. He looks at her sadly, like she’s hurting him.

“I am Zor El,” he says, almost like he believes it. “I am husband to Alura. Brother to Jor El. And most importantly, father to Kara Zor El.”

Kara gets to her feet shakily, stepping as far back from him as she can, back pressed against the cave walls. “No, stop. Zor El is dead. He died. He put me in a pod, alone, and sent me off, and he stayed to die with Krypton.”

Like I should have, she doesn’t say. I should have died too.

“You’re not real,” she tells him, meeting his gaze defiantly. The robed man, the man who calls himself Zor El, the stranger, lets out a sigh and hangs his head.

“The Phantoms lie, Kara,” he tells her quietly. “You know this.”

///

They begin their journey. Her hallucination tells her there’s some sort of outpost. A place she can perhaps send out a message, they merely need to get to it. He tells her he will go with her.

He tells her to be strong.

(And she wonders if this ghost knows what she’s thinking, if he can look into her mind and read those dark thoughts she can’t seem to shake.

Because even as she takes step after arduous step, she is focused on a singular notion: perhaps the universe would be better off with her dead. Perhaps fighting had no use at all.

Perhaps, in those endless days, dark and cold and alone in her pod, aimlessly floating through the vast expanse of space, she should have given up. Perhaps it would have been better.)

Ghost-Zor El doesn’t touch her, but she feels his heavy gaze on her, and she turns to him.

“The Phantoms lie, Kara,” he reminds her, giving her a smile that brings back memories of her father, of sitting in his lab and learning more about his work, of listening to his stories, of watching him when he wasn’t paying attention. “You should know this.”

///

Stay warm, he tells her. Find shelter, he reminds her. Conserve your energy, he advises her.

Rest, he says, rest and keep fighting to get home—back to those you love.

She doesn’t ask him how he knows she has loved ones, people she desperately wants to get back to. She merely listens without complaint, obeying thoughtlessly to his suggestions, and lets her mind go blank.

“Are you real?” she asks him after what feels like several days, but could have been weeks or months or years.

Her hallucination never comes too close to her, but he smiles her father’s smiles and that’s enough for her. “The Phantoms lie, Kara,” he says softly, his voice lulling her to sleep. “Don’t forget this.”

///

Everything aches. Each step takes energy she just doesn’t have. It’s as though all the weight she’s always carried, all the grief and pain and regret, has finally become too much, sapping her of everything she has left.

She buckles under the burden, but before she can fall, she feels a strong grip around her arm, dragging her up back to her feet.

“You must keep going,” her father’s ghost tells her, his eyes sad, no warmth from where his fingers are closed around her arm. “This is not where you fall.”

“But it can be,” Kara murmurs hopelessly. And it occurs to her, she’s not quite sure what she’s still fighting for.

A sister who she overshadowed and whose family she ripped apart? Friends who were terrified of her and what was capable of? And Lena—Lena, who Kara has loved from the day they met, but who she has hurt so completely that the CEO will never be the same?

(Kara has been okay with dying for a long time. Okay with dying in her pod. Okay with dying to save Earth. Okay with dying to protect those she loves.

And here now, she’s okay with dying with her father’s ghost—finally, finally joining him.)

“The Phantoms lie, Kara,” the fake Zor El says firmly, forcing her to take another step. “You must remember this. The Phantoms lie, and you must live.”

She stares up at him blankly, and obeys. She takes one step. Then another.

Another.

And on and on.

She keeps going.

///

Time passes. She’s not sure how much. But her apparition father no longer walks a distance away from her. Instead, he practically holds her up as they keep going, his repeated promises than she can do this all she can really hear.

“I wish…” Kara manages weakly. “I wish you were real.”

Her ghost father chuckles, clearly hearing what she can’t say. (I wish I were with you. I wish I wasn’t alone. I wish, I wish.) “Ah, but I am real. I’m the best parts of you, daughter,” he says. “Resilience, strength, commitment…hope.” He says the last word with some force, as if needing her to understand. “You are good. You are kind. And you try, more than anything you try.”

“The Phantoms lie,” she reminds him quietly. He laughs again.

“Yes, but I am no Phantom.”

And they keep walking.

///

“I have hurt so many,” she says, half carried by the fake Zor El. “I cause nothing but damage and pain. Why would they even want me back? Lena especially?”

“I don’t believe love is as simple as you make it seem, Kara,” the fake Zor El says. Another step. And another. And on and on.

“Love? She hates me. I ruined her life. I lied. I betrayed her.”

“Sometimes we stumble,” the fake Zor El said gently. “Sometimes we fail. But as long as we learn, as long as we get up and try to do better, there is always hope.”

A step. And another. And on and on.

“I do, you know. Love her,” she adds when her fake father seems confused.

He smiles brightly at her, and it’s nice. Even though he’s not real. Even though she’s only partially sure she’s not dead and this isn’t all in her head, even though he’s at best a hallucination and at worst a trick of the Phantoms, it’s nice. Because she’d never thought she’d have the opportunity to tell her father about the woman she has fallen for—the scientist like him, the innovator like him. The woman who made her feel more at home, more like herself, than anyone else.

“Hold onto that love, Kara,” he says, helping her take another step. “If there’s one thing the Phantoms cannot destroy, it is your love.”

She nods, though she doesn’t quite understand. And they keep going.

///

She knows she’s reaching her limit physically. There’s only so much even she can endure. Between the cold, the bone deep weariness, the ache settling in her chest, and the energy sapped from her very being, she’s running on no more than fumes.

She tells herself it’s just one more step. Just one more.

Just.

One.

…more.

“Father, are you—” She stops.

She’s completely alone. The ghost is gone.

Kara trembles, choking not only on the dusty, frozen air, but on her despair. All she wants, all she wants is to stop.

To fall to the gravelly dirt.

To curl up.

To give up…

“Kara!”

(She falls to her knees. The Phantoms lie, she thinks. But what a mercy, what a kindness, she’s going to die with her name on Lena’s lips.)

“Kara! Brainy, we found her. Alex, you’d best come quick.”

(The words make no sense. The Phantoms lie. They lie. They lie, lie, lie.

She looks up, and an angel stands before her. Lena, with wide, desperate eyes. Lena, with hair in a messy ponytail. Lena, in dusty, dirty clothes.

Oh, she’s a sight. She’s an angel. She’s everything.)

“Kara? Kara, we’re here. We’re going to take you home.”

(The Phantoms…have never lied like this.)

“Lena?” Kara manages shakily, unsure if she’s dreaming, hallucinating, dead even. “Are you real?”

Lena doesn’t answer, instead she rushes forward, falls to her knees too, and pulls Kara into a hug. She envelopes Kara in her scent—sweet and flowery—envelopes Kara in her warmth. Her heartbeat is strong against Kara’s chest.

She’s so alive. So present. So very real.

“Lena, my father, he…” But she doesn’t finish what she wants to say. After days, months, weeks, years (she doesn’t know, she can’t tell) of being lost in the Phantom Zone, her body finally caves under the weight of everything she’s gone through.

And she lets go. Falls into Lena. Lets herself be supported. Her eyes close, she breathes in Lena’s scent, and she thinks, even if this is just a lie, just a dream, it’s a good one.

And she knows no more.

///

When she wakes, her first thought is that she’s still dreaming. That the Phantoms lie, and that their lies are growing more and more impressive.

She’s laying underneath a sun lamp, nestled comfortably in her own bedroom, wearing soft pajamas and enveloped in her favorite blankets. There’s gentle music playing from somewhere in the living room, but otherwise that’s all she hears.

(The silence is eerie, disconcerting. She’s unused to such quiet, always assaulted by thousands upon thousands of sounds each and every moment. What a blessing, she thinks wryly, that the Phantoms would lie to her this way—would give her this much peace after so much pain.

And she wonders if this is what dying feels like.)

“Kara,” says her angel suddenly, and Kara turns her head, noticing for the first time that there’s a chair set up next to her bed, that Lena is there, watching her. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”

“Am I dead?” Kara asks. Lena’s eyes widen but she shakes her head. “Are you…are you real? Is any of this real?”

Lena slowly reaches out, giving Kara every chance to say no, to pull away, and she takes Kara’s hand into her own, threading their fingers together.

(She’s warm. Soft. And her touch stirs something inside Kara.

It’s familiar. Hers. Something lost in the Phantom Zone.

Or at least, something she thought she had lost.)

“I’m real, Kara,” Lena says. “We all are. And we’re here for you okay?”

“You found me?” Kara asks, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “You came for me?”

“Always,” Lena swears.

(The Phantoms lied.

But love, love she thinks always tells the truth.)

#asks #butimaloneandfree #prompts #fanfic #supercorp #i started writing this ages ago #back when I thought the show would do something cool #unfortunately I don’t remember much of that season #soooo #sorry

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A/N: I'm sorry for taking ages to write your request!! @basicsofdying , I hope you enjoy it though 🤍.

Katsuki Bakugo and Denki Kaminari asking about tampons [ Requested ].

Katsuki Bakugo:

• You were too shy to ask Bakugo to bring you tampons and some snacks since you were dating for only a couple of months.

• You were struggling with period cramps to be able to go buy them yourself.

• But you had no choice, except texting him.

{ Hey Katsuki, could be please buy me tampons? my stomach hurts and I can't leave the house }

{ What's wrong with your stomach? you okay? and what the hell is a tampon? }

• You would literally facepalm.

{ Just go to the pharmacy and tell them that you need tampons...please hurry }

• He rushed back home, carrying a big bag full of snacks and tampon of course.

• “stay in bed I'll make you some tea”

• Would bring you your favorite tea in your favorite mug and helps you drink it.

• “Here your t-tampons..” he stuttered “ didn't know they were used for p-period...that idiot working there made fun of me cuz I thought they were cotton earplugs” he said sulking.

• You chuckled at his cute reaction.

• “ H-how do you use them anyway?” he

asked, his face reddening

• “Well they absorb the blood down there

so..” you answered shyly.

• “WAIT...Uhm aren't you a virgin?”

• “yes, and?”

• “Wouldn't they make you.. you know ...lose your Virginity?”

• You bursted into laugher, he was cute while being all curious and confused about girly stuff.

• “Nah..It doesn't.. why'd you ask?” you said wiping the tears from all that laughing.

• He would scratch his neck in embarrassment.

• “it's because...I want to be the one... to, you know.. take your virginity, you idiot ... AND NOT A STUPID TAMPON”

• He was like a lost puppy asking stupid questions, but it made you laugh a lot and did ease your pain.

Denki Kaminari:

• You were be in the bathroom and called for Denki to bring you a tampon since your period suddenly started.

•“Denki can you bring me a tampon?”

• “Bring you what??”

• “Euuh that thing on top of my shelf next to my shampoo bottle”

• Respecting your privacy, he opened the door slightly, enough for him to throw you the tampon without stepping into the bathroom.

• After putting it, you rejoined your boyfriend in your room, only to find him sticking a tampon in his nose while looking at the mirror.

• You looked at him in disbelief, then started laughing uncontrollably.

• “Baby what are you doing?” you asked.

• “How do you use this thing?” he asked confusedly.

• “Well it's for when my period starts..I use it down there” you said pointing down.

• His eyes would winden.

• “WHAT” he yelled making you flinch “D-does it hurt?”

• “Um a bit only for the first time”

• He forced you to sit on your bed while bombarding you with stupid questions.

•“Does it make you horny?”

• “WHAT?NO”

• “When about when you start moving.. does it make you moan? what if you were in public??”

• You would roll your eyes chuckling.

• Would shove some tampons in his bag.

• “Hey why are you taking my tampons?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

• “They look practical, since they absorb, I'll take some to use them in case I have a nose bleed during a fight"

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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König Headcanons

Warnings: Implications/mentions of smut, mention of pegging, König is a sub/bottom, FLUFF, implications/mentions of masturbation, no pronouns used for reader except for 'you'.

This man is W H I P P E D for you.

Regardless of whether he met you in a civilian setting or on the battlefield, you have captured his interest immediately.

And every time König sees you, hears you, his mental image of you grows, his daydreams become more vivid.

Over the course of a month, König’s light daydreams, wonderments of the type of person you were, what you’d be like as friends, became more frequent.

And, as a romantic at heart, the daydreams became gradually…well, romantic.

König didn’t mean to! The slip into an alternate universe wherein you and him lived happily together, holding hands, sharing secrets, laying close together felt natural and easy.

He was ashamed of himself, to say the least.

He felt awful that he’d even dared think of such quite frankly wholesome scenarios about the two of you without you ever having even met him.

Though, König had to admit that the more loving his daydreams because, the more he felt satiated.

After all, the life of a soldier in his position was a lonely one, especially considering he could tell practically no-one about it.

As the weeks trundled on, König tried putting you out of his mind. Tried focusing on hobbies instead.

He’s a big fan of crochet.

It calms him down.

Though, he struggles sometimes due to his anxiety making his hands shake.

He's also a big fan of literature, particularly 19th century romantic.

His favourite book is definitely Pride and Prejudice.

But alas, even his hobbies fell just short of fulfilling him.

And, luckily, he didn’t have to suffer for much longer.

Your meeting was purely accidental.

König had dropped his almost withered, well-loved copy of Pride and Prejudice and you, appearing out of nowhere, picked it up for him.

“Here, sweetie,” you said, passing it to him.

König’s heart dropped into his stomach.

His face blew up into flames yet his body felt as if it were encased in ice, frozen and stiff.

He could scarcely hold his book in his hands, shaking.

“Th-th-“

Speak, you fool!

You smiled up at him, your tone as sweet as your face.

“Hey, are you okay?” You tilted your head, body contorted in an air of concern König had never experienced first-hand before.

He’d seen it in romance movies and novels, but never this close and never in real life.

Don’t get ahead of yourself; say something, god damn you!

“Th-ank you!”

Nailed it!

You kept smiling. König’s heart skipped a beat.

And thus König’s liking-from-afar grew into a night full-blown obsession.

You had quite a lot in common!

Your love of books, appreciation of art - things of that nature.

After your initial encounter and your bonding over the book he dropped, you gave him your number.

Given that you didn’t have König’s number, he had to make the first move and call you.

He sat by his phone, shaking, poised over the ‘Call’ button with your number typed in.

After much deliberation and thorough consideration of every conceivable way he could get rejected by you, he clicked ‘Call’.

The phone rang.

Once. Twice. Thrice-

“Hello?”

König’s heart skipped at the sound of your voice.

“H-hey,” he said, voice thin and wavering. Watery.

You chuckled on your end of the line. “Hey, sweetie. Thought you weren’t going to call me for a hot minute!”

Never, König wanted to say. Oh, all the things he wanted to say.

His daydreams could not compare to the anxious joy he was experiencing in this moment.

And every moment together you shared after.

The two of you began to hang around together, more and more frequently as the months progressed.

And all the while, König could feel his heart swell with nothing short of euphoria whenever you were near.

He watched you more than he read his book whenever you got together for library visits.

He studied you as a writer would literature, committing your every quirk and preference to memory.

On days when you weren’t together, König would spend every spare waking moment thinking of you, fantasising about you.

His daydreams grew more and more vivid, almost seeming to bleed into his real life.

And König absolutely believed he was hallucinating one day when you asked him out on a date.

He couldn’t say no. Every fibre of his being urged him, screamed “Yes!”

König had never been more anxious in his life.

He was terrified he’d mess the date up, arrive in the wrong attire, say the wrong thing (or nothing at all).

But when he arrived and saw you, saw how wonderful you were with him, holding his hands in yours as you recounted stories, how you looked him in the eyes whenever he spoke, his anxiety just seemed to melt away.

Though you may not have known it yet, König loved you.

He’d fallen for you long before, yet he never expected you to feel for him even a fraction of that which he felt for you.

Your relationship began not long after.

He worships you.

Can’t stand to be without you.

And when he returns from his post and you’re together.

Oh boy.

He’s nervous to ask at first at if you’d like to do the deed.

Would try and transition into it.

Do the classic yawning-arm-around-the-shoulder trick.

You clocked what he was doing, and, wanting to spare him the torture, cut straight to the chase.

“König, are you too shy to say you want to sleep with me, or are you just a terrible, unintentional flirt?”

König froze. His kind went blank.

Long story short, you ended up sleeping together.

And König had never known anything like it.

Man has absolutely zero rizz, zero experience.

He was quite insecure about that, but you made it difficult for him to think about anything else when you got started.

König loves being topped, btw.

Likes feeling vulnerable when you peg him.

Definitely cries because you make him feel so good.

Your pleasure is his top priority, though.

He's absolutely massive so it's not difficult for him to fill you.

You can see the outline of his cock when he's inside you.

And if you poke him or clench while he's buried, oh my god-

This man's a moaner. No arguments.

König could hardly see by the end of the experience, convinced he could see smells and taste colours.

And there you were, beside him, panting, smiling.

And it only confirmed what König already knew.

He wanted to be nowhere else but with you.

After that, he’s basically horny 24/7, brought in solely by the thought of you.

Nothing else can get him off (not that he’s tried; he’s too loyal for that; more on this later ;-) ).

You share and partake in hobbies together.

König teaches you how to crochet. Or, if you already know how to, he’ll just crochet beside you.

Makes you things 🥺.

You try and help him with his brain freezes whenever in a social situation by getting him to read his favourite literature to you out loud whenever you're at his apartment.

You make it bearable to just be in public, reassuring him or speaking on his behalf when he’s overwhelmed.

He loves holding hands.

Lives for your soft touches.

Forehead kisses send him absolutely silly.

He goes feral whenever you rake your fingers through his hair.

Will start muttering in German, probably moans too tbh.

Loves laying his head in your lap/on your chest.

Is fully aware of how large he is, though. So he tries to hold back some of his weight so he doesn’t crush you.

You tell him to relax, that he doesn’t need to withhold anything from you.

And that’s why he loves you,

You love him for him for who he is.

You’ve never teased him for his height, or his stutter when he’s nervous, or his social anxiety.

He tells you how much he loves you daily.

“I can’t live without you, maus,” he’d say while you played with his hair.

“And I you,” you’d say, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Power couple.

König uses his sheer mass to protect you from people who even look as if they want to hurt you.

He may be socially anxious, but he has absolutely no qualms about killing someone for you.

Considering that death is part of his job description, he’s accustomed to it. Kind of enjoys it, to be honest.

It would take a while for him to come clean about his occupation, afraid he’d scare you off.

He loves and trusts you, but he doesn't want to lose you.

He ended up admitting his occupation to you after he’d been called back into action.

Knowing he couldn’t just up and leave without telling you where he was going, he confessed.

You didn’t even blink an eye.

“Alright, cool. Now, do you want pie or curry for dinner?”

Whenever he’s away, he’s always thinking about you.

Calls you whenever he gets the chance.

Thinks of you in...compromising ways when you’re apart for long periods of time.

The first time he did so, he ended up admitting it because he felt so guilty.

You just laughed on your end of the call, a delightful habit of yours.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured. “I do the same.”

He spent a lot more time in his room after that.

The thought of you keeps him going, gives him a reason to live rather than survive.

Whenever he's in a tight situation, he imagines you there with him, telling him everything will be fine.

Btw, please validate him.

Call him a good boy, tell him you're the love if his life - anything.

Makes him feel like his efforts are being rewarded.

König can’t imagine his life without you.

He loves you, you love him.

And he’ll do anything to keep you.

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 7 months

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Happy Birthday

Shimura Tenko x fem!reader

Navi.

Notes: My dream Birthday I´m not even kidding

Autumn Event

Warnings: smut, mdni, modern au-ish?, fluff, aftercare, spit (incl. he spits in your mouth), reader has long(er) hair, he carries reader, lots of cute petnames (incl. "pretty slut" and variations), reader wears a dress, pretty cute and domestic overall, he overstimulates himself

Wordcount: 2k+

“I wanna sit on your lap.” It was a statement, rather than a request and he had to suppress the smile threatening to break out on his lips.

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl feeling needy?” he asked, extending an arm to pull you closer. You gasped but climbed on his lap nonetheless.

“Hey, it´s my birthday, you know? Shouldn´t you give me like…princess treatment or something?”

Tenko snorted as he helped you get comfortable. Carefully, he rested his chin on your shoulder and grabbed his mouse again.

“I always give you princess treatment.” The sensation of his breath against your neck made you shiver, and you could see him grin in the reflection of his computer.

You stuck out your tongue but cuddled deeper into him regardless. He couldn´t help but smile softly and pressed a kiss to your head. After holding you tightly for a moment, he focused back on his game.

“Wait. Is that my account?” you said, suddenly.

Tenko grinned.

“You hate exploring, so I thought I´d max out everything for you.”

You jerked around, eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait really?” you gasped. He nodded, already knowing you´d bless him by throwing your entire body into his arms.

“It´s really easy to make you happy, you know?” he murmured against your hair while you pressed your face into his chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much!”

“Love you too, princess, now let me do my thing yeah?” he gently moved your body again so he could comfortably look over your shoulder and continue playing.

“Hmm.” You nuzzled deeper into him. “Wait, oh my god how did you do that?”

He snorted.

“Sounds like a skill issue on your part, baby.”

You gasped.

“How dare you! I will have you know, I´m a God at this game.”

“With an HP sands and goblet on your Wanderer?” he grinned down at your scowling form.

“Well, at least the crit stats look nice,” you pouted.

“I know, baby,” he cooed at you and kissed your temple. “At least you´re good at other things,” he mumbled.

“What? Tenko!”

He laughed.

“C´mon baby, what would I do without you in my life, hm?”

You grew soft.

“And?”

“Hm?”

“What would you do without me?”

He leaned back to look at you properly, hand finding your chin to tilt your face upwards.

“Playing video games and working and nothing more.”

You furrowed your brows.

“What? It´s all I did before you too.” a breathy chuckle escaped him. “What about you then?”

“I ask the question here!”

“Right, my bad, princess,” he teased and kissed the tip of your nose, barely pulling back after.

“Well lucky for you I don´t intend on leaving,” you grinned. “You´re stuck with me.”

He hummed, lips brushing yours. “Marriage and all?”

You giggled. “Yeah, marriage and all.”

“You´re so cute baby,” he murmured and kissed you again. “So fucking cute.”

He moved you to face him and gripped your waist to pull you flush against him so he could deepen the kiss. A mewl escaped your lips. You could feel him twitch against your core at the soft sound.

Gently, you ground your hips against his growing member, drawing a groan from his lips. His hands tightened around your waist, dragging your core against his body to drive you both toward an orgasm. You moaned against his mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmured, barely pulling away, too drunk on the taste of your lips. Abruptly, he picked you up and brought you to his bed – practically collapsing over your form. One of his arms was propped up right next to your head, fingers playing with your hair. His other hand made sure you couldn´t move away from his kiss.

You couldn´t help but mewl, silently begging him to come even closer, even tugging at his hoody. He grunted, settling down until he lay on top of you, hands cradling your face and hips slowly grounding against yours.

“Lemme eat you out, baby, yeah?” he rasped against your lips, but you couldn´t answer, breath completely stolen away. He rested his cheek against yours, watching you patiently until you had caught your breath again.

“Please, Tenko.”

He moaned at the sound of your broken voice and moved down your body, his hands squeezing and groping at your sides as he did so until he came face to face with your clothed pussy.

“Shit, baby, you smell so fucking good.”

Impatiently, he slipped off your panties for you and flipped up your skirt. He took another moment to breathe in your familar smell only to dive mouth-first into your pussy, spreading your outer lips to give his tongue space to lap at your clit. One of his hands held you down by your hips, the other trailed down your inner thigh. He briefly pulled back to wet some fingers with his tongue, but was back on you in a second, easing one of the digits into your pulsing core.

“Fuck, baby, you´re so good, take off your dress for me, yeah? Wanna see you completely,” he grunted, rutting his hips against the mattress at the sinful sounds you let out through your parted lips. You did as you were told, hands trembling and legs shaking at the pleasure coursing through you.

Soon he had you arching your back and pressing your pussy against him more while he sped up the licking and sucking at your clit, even pushing in a second finger to drive you ever closer to your orgasm.

You came against his tongue hard and he moaned at the feeling of you spasming around his fingers.

“Baby, fuuuck, you´re so good, gotta let me do that shit more often, yeah?” he groaned, slowly pulling out of you to push himself up on his hands, grinning down at you with cum smeared across his mouth. He leaned forward to kiss you and you both moaned at your taste now drenching both of your lips. “Tastes so good, doesn´t she?” he rasped and you nodded dumbly. “C´mon baby, say it,” he tapped your cheek expectingly.

“Tastes so good,” you softly repeated, still coming down from your high.

“That´s my pretty girl,” he groaned and captured your lips in another kiss. “Gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You could only muster a helpless nod accompanied by a whine and he smiled fondly at you.

“Prettiest fucking girl,” he praised you again, before pecking your lips once more.

With two fingers he spread your pussy to properly line himself up with your hole.

He eased into you, letting out a low groan against your lips.

“F – Fuck princess, why – ngh – how do you always feel this good?”

A soft mewl left your lips when he had filled you up completely, grabbing at him, disoriented, to press a wet kiss to his cheek.

“Tenko,” you whimpered.

He moaned at the messy sight in front of him. Your hair chaotically strewn over the pillow, your eyes pleading and glassy fixated on him and a cute little pout on your lips. He snapped his hips against yours and your back arched at the feeling. Quickly, his arms circled your waist.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, setting a rapid rhythm, hands groping and tugging at your skin to have you even closer to him. His strokes were deep, his heavy cock sliding in and out of you so nicely. His lips found yours again, spit spread across your mouth with his eager tongue while he rutted into you.

One of his hands reached down to play with your clit, stroking her in tandem with his heavy thrusts into you.

“Heh.” He grinned at you, eyes lidded, watching your face contort into one of pleasure. “You cumming, baby?”

You nodded wildly, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open – just so perfect for him to spit into. “Uhu.”

“Uhu?” he mocked, the hand on your hips tightened its grip so he could drive even harder into you. “My little princess slut is cumming?” One more tug of his fingers on your clit and your body tensed in his hold. A boastful laugh escaped him, though it was cut short by the wild clenching of your pussy that made him topple over your body, his face tucked into the crook of your neck and a loud groan escaping him. The speed of his thrusts decreased, driving into you slow but hard as he came.

“Mmh,” you mumbled, nuzzling deeper into his embrace, but all of a sudden, he picked up speed again. A surprised cry escaped you and your arms quickly found purchase around his shoulders. He moved so fast, holding you tightly and grunting against the skin of your neck. He couldn´t speak, just chasing the pleasure he felt when you spasmed around him, completely drunk on the feeling.

His cock was aching, but his mind was empty, set only on feeling you twitch around him again.

Moans and whimpers left your mouth, your body rocking against his from the way he harshly thrust into you. After a while he sped up even more and his grunts became louder. His left hand found the side of your cheek, shaky hand caressing your skin. It slowly travelled downwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake all over your body, until it pinched at your clit to make you crash head-first into your second orgasm.

He followed suit, body collapsing on top of yours, still rutting erratically into you until his thrusts turned sluggish and then, finally, stopped.

A long moan escaped him, his mouth, open, pressed against your neck.

You stayed entangled like this for a little bit as you attempted to catch your breaths. Once he had caught his breath again, he pressed several sloppy kisses against your skin and up your jaw. Slowly, he pulled away from your face and propped himself up on his arms to look at your tired-out form. He grinned at you blearily blinking up at him – lips swollen and breath still erratic.

“Fuck, you look so messy, princess,” he murmured, fingers brushing away some spit next to your mouth.

You whimpered.

“Mmh?”

“Kiss me. Please.”

His eyes widened, but a moment later a soft smile graced his mouth and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your parted lips. Then another. And another until he peppered your face with kisses and he held your giggling form in his embrace. His eyes crinkled at the sight.

“Wanna make out,” you whispered against his mouth, and he hummed.

"Just for a second though, gotta clean you up, baby.”

He moved his lips slowly against yours, fingers brushing lightly against your skin. Suddenly, he sat up, arms securely around you to carry your body with him and place you on his lap – his lips never leaving yours as they moved in tandem. His hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your skin.

He pulled back way too soon for your taste. Smiling fondly, he watched how your eyes fluttered open and a pout formed on your lips. “C´mon baby, I´ll carry you to the bathroom.”

He helped you to the toilet and held you steadily when he lead you to the shower afterwards, turning it on for you both. As the warm water finally soothed your skin, he ran his fingers through your hair while you hid your face in his shoulder.

“You okay, baby?”

You mumbled unintelligibly and nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

“You wanna watch something and cuddle a little bit before going to sleep?”

He received a nod from you and smiled, gently patting your head. After a minute of just holding you close to him, he loosened the grip you had on him so he could pull away to wash the sweat and cum off of you.

You trembled once he brushed against your clit and whined, but he simply let out a chuckle as he straightened his back again. For a moment, he just looked at you, holding your face in his hand, only to swiftly pick you up again, laughing at your surprised shriek and carried you out of the shower.

Not too long after, you laid against Tenko´s chest, absentmindedly playing with the string of his hoody. His left arm held you tightly around your stomach and in his free hand he held the remote in order to turn on the tv. A familiar intro music started playing.

However, you couldn´t help but look up at him instead, smiling wide. He mirrored your smile and let his left hand lightly trail up and down your neck. Then, he leaned down to kiss you.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed, thumb brushing away hair from your face.

“I love you too, princess.”

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alxtiny · 7 months

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Game Night | Song Mingi x Reader

Synopsis: where mingi teaches you how to play valorant

Pairing: Song Mingi x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff, crack

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

Notes: this one’s a little rushed but I hope y’all like it

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You glanced at the computer screen, a mixture of excitement and confusion swirling in your eyes as you stared at the colorful characters and fast-paced action of Valorant. Your boyfriend, Mingi, had been talking about this game for weeks, practically bubbling over with excitement every time a new update was released. Today, you had finally agreed to give it a try, even though you were more of a casual gamer yourself.

"Okay, so first things first," Mingi said, his deep voice full of enthusiasm as he scooted his chair closer to yours. "These are the different characters, or agents, you can choose from. Each has unique abilities."

You nodded, trying to absorb the information as he explained the basics of the game. But truth be told, you were feeling a little overwhelmed. The controls, the abilities, the maps – it was a lot to take in.

"Here, let's start with something simple," Mingi suggested, leaning over to adjust your hand on the mouse. "Move your character using the W, A, S, and D keys. Good. Now, try aiming your crosshair at that target over there. Left-click to shoot."

You followed his instructions, your shots going wide and missing the target completely. Mingi let out a chuckle, a warm sound that made you smile despite your embarrassment.

"I... I think at this rate I might end up shooting at our own teammates," you confessed, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips.

"Don't worry, it's totally normal to struggle at first," he reassured you. "Let me show you something."

Mingi's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you gently into his lap. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity, feeling his warmth radiating against your back. He positioned his hands over yours on the mouse and keyboard, guiding your movements with a patience that amazed you.

"See? You're getting the hang of it," he said, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned in to offer guidance. "Now, let's try using one of your agent's abilities."

As he explained the unique abilities of your chosen agent, his deft fingers danced over the keyboard, demonstrating the combinations you needed to use. With each passing moment, you felt your confidence growing. Maybe this game wasn't so intimidating after all.

Time flew by as the two of you played round after round, the evening melted into the night, stars coming out and lighting the sky. You went from struggling to shoot a target to actually getting kills in the game. Mingi's encouragement and guidance were instrumental in your progress, and you were having a blast despite the occasional frustration.

Surprisingly, after a few more rounds, something incredible happened – you managed to beat Mingi in a one-on-one duel. Your character's shot hit him right on target, and the announcer declared you the winner.

You let out a triumphant cheer, unable to contain your excitement. Mingi sat there with a stunned expression, a mix of disbelief and a playful pout gracing his lips. He looked like a kicked puppy, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter at his reaction.

"Hey, no fair!" he protested, his pout deepening as he crossed his arms mockingly. "I've been playing this game for months, and you beat me in one night?"

You leaned over, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "It's just beginner's luck, Mingi. Plus, I had an amazing teacher."

He let out a dramatic sigh, still maintaining the pout. "It took me so long to learn and be good at this game, and you just come along and steal my victory."

You grinned, cupping his cheeks and turning his face toward you. "Well, you know what they say about student surpassing the master, right?"

He huffed, but his pout was slowly turning into a smile. "Is that so?"

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a sweet, tender kiss. "Don't worry, Mingi. I might have beaten you in a game, but you're still the best teacher and the most amazing boyfriend."

His pout finally gave way to a smile, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "You're too good for me, you know that?"

You laughed, nuzzling into his chest. "And you're too silly for words."

His smile widened, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? Well, if I'm so silly…"

Before you could react, he started to tickle you mercilessly, his fingers floating over your sides and under your arms. Laughter erupted from your lips as you squirmed in his lap, trying to escape his playful onslaught.

"Okay, okay, I give up!" you gasped between giggles, breathless from the tickling.

Mingi finally relented, a triumphant grin on his face. "That's what I thought. No one can out-silly me."

You rolled your eyes affectionately, your heart full of warmth and love for this playful and wonderful man, as you snuggled deeper into his embrace.

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singsangseung · 5 months

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Study Date

Hhhheeeeyyyyy besties it's me @astraysimp! I’m switching it up and writing some smut–the duality. I’ve been having some UNHOLY thoughts lately…. And well here we are :D this is my first time writing smut though, so please be considerate of that. I plan on writing a mix of smut and fluff, and in the future plan on having a masterlist dedicated to smut only. Anyways, Enjoy (grab a snack this is a LONG one)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Summary: you have an exam coming up, so you ask your lovely boyfriend Seungmin to help you study. However, things go awry, you have other plans and end up not studying at all

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Warnings: college!boyfriend Seungmin, dirty talk, hair pulling, ROUGH, degradation kink, fem!reader, Seungmin wears gray sweatpants, unprotected sex(DONT BE A FOOL AND WRAP YOUR TOOL), chance of getting caught, hard!dom Seungmin,cussing-lots , reader is called slut,etc, choking kink,squirting

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You had a calculus exam next week and you knew you needed to study. But, you also knew you missed your boyfriend Seungmin. So, you had the idea to text him for a study date , so you sent him a text. “Hey baby, want to help me study for my calc exam?” You sent it to him , waiting for a reply. Giggling, you heard your phone ding, signaling his reply. “Sure,bubs. I’m at my dorm,come on over <3”. So, you made your way to his dorm building.

Arriving at his dorm , he buzzed you in and you made your way to his dorm room. Humming to yourself, you knocked on his door, before he answered. Smiling, he opened the door and leaned in for a kiss. “Hi, babes. Ready to study?” He whispered against your lips, feeling you kiss him back. “I am, bubba.” You smiled, kicking your shoes off and closing the door. Holding your hand, Seungmin led you to his room, sitting on his bed. “C’mon princess, study time,” He smiled, patting his bed. Then…you noticed, gray sweatpants, perfectly showing the outline of his cock. The sight of his sweatpants and the outline of his cock had your mind wandering. Sitting on his bed, you tried to push the dirty thoughts from your mind so you could focus.It went well for about 25 minutes, but then you started getting bored. “Minnieeeee, why’d you wear thoooseeeee? You know what those do to me.” You whined, throwing a leg of his waist and pressing wet kisses to his neck and jaw. “Yah, control yourself baby. You said you wanted to study for your exam.” He groaned, feeling his resolve slowly die. You just couldn’t help yourself though, he looked too good and his dick was PRACTICALLY asking for your attention. Humming, you moved to straddle his waist, sucking hickies into his neck, running your hands along his chest. “Mmm, can’t baby. Need you, ‘s been too long,” you whispered, grinding your pussy against his hardening dick. Seungmin groaned, threading his hand into your hair, pulling your head back. “Fucking pathetic. All you can think of is my cock huh?” He taunted, pressing his dick into you. Whining, you moaned and ground yourself harder against him. “F-fuck, yess baby. Want your cock so bad, ‘so so big, need it in me,” you whined, feeling your panties growing wetter. “Pathetic, what a needy slut. Work for it, my little slut.” He laughed, using his spare hand to grip your ass, grinding you on his dick faster and harder. You whined and pulled him in a searing kiss, your tongues colliding and hastily pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, along with your sweats and panties. “Fuck, fuck, so big, sir.” You whined, taking his cock into your hand.

Seungmin scoffed and lolled his head back, smacking your ass. “Come on, thought you wanted my cock. Hurry before you don’t get anything.” He rolled his eyes, feeling you line your cunt up with the tip of his dick. Moaning, you slowly sank down on his cock, feeling it stretching you.”FUCK! Oh my good, sir, fuck, minnie! SO big hhnnngggggg.” You whined, eyes clenched shut as you rolled your hips, grinding your clit against his pelvic area. Chuckling, he watched you slowly bouncing on him and slapped your ass. “That’s all you got. Come on, does sir have to do it all for you? How pathetic.” He, suddenly, thrusted up into your cunt. “fffuuuccckkkkkk!Sir! S-sir, cock’s so big! More please! “ You moaned, eyes closed and your head thrown back. Sighing, he pulled your hair hard and flipped you over, on the bed. Seungmin hissed, seeing how wet your cunt was, and guided his dick back into you, pressing your legs to your chest. “Fuuuck, baby. Your cunt is so good. So tight and wet for me.” He groaned, watching the way his cock slipped into you. Nodding, you grabbed the bedsheets. “Fuck! Sir, fuck- so good! Hhhnngggg!” You cried out, as he sped his thrusts up. Pounding into you, Seungmin wrapped a hand around your neck, snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck! Clenching my cock so good, princess. What do you say to sir?” He groaned, eyes focused on your fucked out face , he put pressure on the sides of your neck. “Hhhhhhnnnggggggg! Oh my - fuck! Thank you sir! Thank you- fuck you fuck me so fucking good!” You whined, opening your eyes to see him staring back at you.”Yeeeaaaaaah. Taking sir’s big cock so well, yeah. So fucking wet baby. So tight, clenching my cock like that,” he hissed, rolling his head to the side. Whining, you held onto the hand around your neck. “Fuck me! Oh my fucking goooddddd! Seungminn! SO fucking close,hhhnnggggg!” Leaning down to your face level, Seungmin scoffed. “ You don’t get to cum that easy, slut. Beg.” He smirked, flipping you onto all fours.

Burying your face in the pillow , you cried, his hips snapping against yours harder. “Fuuuck! Please let me cum sir! Please, want to cum on your big cock so bad. Please please please!” You whined, and threw your ass back on him. That seemed to not only not satisfy him but annoy him. Pulling your hair back, he pulled your back to his chest and put his hand around your neck. Groaning into your ear, he only sped up and hissed into your ear. “ You’re going to take what I fucking give you. Got it, slut?” He seethed, pushing your body down, the front of your body collapsing on the bed, and smacked your ass. “What a pathetic slut. What happened to studying,hm? Wanted to study my cock, this whole time.” He groaned, pulling your hips flush against his and ramming into your harder. You cried and turned your head to see his face– sweaty and brows furrowed with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “Yah! I asked you a fucking question, slut. Answer me, or you don’t get anything, understand?” He roared down at you, smacking your ass, and pulled your hair. “Aaaaaahhhhh! Hnnnnngggggg, fuck! Fuck yes! Just wanted your cock this whole time,sir,” You whined, feeling your orgasm approaching. Chuckling, Seungmin rolled his hips into you slowly, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot.

He knew that spot sent you overboard, so… he pulled out–only leaving his tip in you. Crying you reached back to try to make his dick sink into you. “Why’d you stop? Fuck,sir! PLease, need it ! need to cum, please let me cum! Please please please oh fuck–” you whined, feeling him snap back into you. “So fucking desperate for my cock,” he glowered, enunciating between each thrust. You could only nod , your eyes rolled back, which made him laugh. Smacking your ass, Seungmin groaned, feeling you clench his dick tighter. “Oh poor slut. Fucked all dumb on my cock.” He laughed condescendingly, watching you shake your head and clutch the bedsheets with white knuckles. “Maybe I should test you, slut. If you pass, I’ll let you cum.” That thought alone had you gushing around him, moans falling from your lips. “Oh my little slut likes that? If you fail…. No cumming , slut. You take my cum and don’t fucking complain.” He laughed out, hips hammering against yours-sending his cock to hit your g-spot. “Let’s start,hm? What’s the equation for the constant rule?” he asked, pulling you up by your hair, slowing his thrusts. “Hhhnnngggg-f-fuck- it’s d over d times x all muliplied by…fuck” you whined, feeling him reach down to rub your clit.”What was that, my little slut?” He sneered, snapping his hips into yours once. “Fuuucccccckkkkkk! Fuck it’s d over d times ex all multiplied by c equals 0, sir” You whined, feeling his thrusts speed up. “Good job, slut. You got that right, next question……what are the 4 basic steps to finding the derivative?” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck, your eyes rolling back. “Come on….1….2….if i get to three you get nothing.1……2…..” He counted, slowly rubbing your clit. “What’s step 1?” “fuck…choose the interval,” you moaned, reaching down to grip his wrist. Continuing his rubbing on your clit, “step 2?” “2 is..-oh fuckkkkk-find the r-raw change,sir.” You moaned, throwing your head forward. He only nodded, slightly speeding his thrusts up. “Gooood, good slut. What about 3 and 4?” He hissed, slowly fucking his cock into you. “Ooooh fuuuuuckkkk. Oh god, I’m close.Min min minnnn, right there fuck.” You whined, feeling his tip hit your g-spot. “Only two more steps, honey.” He soothed you, rocking his hips steadily, sure to hit your g-spot every time. “3-fuck-3 is find the rate of change and -fuck meeeee sooo big hnnnggggg- 4 is make your model perfect.” You rushed out .

Smirking, Seungmin quickly flipped you onto your back, going back to pounding into you with a hard fast pace. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips, seeing the tear stains on your cheeks. “Gooood job, my slut, my pretty slut. I can feel you clenching me.” He cooed, still ramming into you, reaching down to rub fast circles in your clit. “You close, does my slut want to cum?” He smiled, his hips colliding with yours. Shrieking out, you nodded. “Fuck yes yes yes! Please- hhnnnngggg- fuck please let me! So close, minnie!” You groaned, pulling his hair. Caging you against the bed, Seungmin snapped his hips against yours. “One last question…..who fucks you this good?” He punctuated, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot HARD. You threw your head back, legs shaking and vision blurry. “Oh fuuuucccckkkk! You! You,sir ! Minnie fucks me this good! Aaaaaah, need to cum!” Smirking , he drew his hips back, snapping them against yours, for the last time. “Yeeeeaaaahhh. Fuck, good little slut for me! Taking my cock so well. Soak my cock, only thing you’re good at,” he groaned out. That’s when the band snapped and you squirted, covering his dick, lower abdomen and bedsheets in your release. “Fuuuuckkkkkkk! Miiiiinnnnniiiiiiieee!HHhhhhhnnnnggggg!” You cried, arching your back as he spilled his cum into you.”Fuuuck, yeeaahhhh baby! Take my fucking cum,” he groaned, head thrown back.

Once you recovered and he had changed the bedsheets; he gave you a change of his clothes– his shirt and a pair of boxers– and slipped them onto your tired body.”Think you’re ready for that exam, princess?” He smiled, softly pecking your forehead, as you curled into him. “Mmmmm, I don’t know.” You giggled, playing with his hand as he laughed. “Yah! Naughty! But, I know you’ll do well, jagiya.” he smiled, tucking the both of you in, letting a yawn out. “Let’s sleep, sweetheart. We can get coffee in the morning….if you can walk.” He snorted, leaning down to kiss you. “Good night minnie moo, love you.” You smiled, throwing an arm around his midsection and fell asleep. “Love you too, jagiya. Sleep well,” then he drifted off to sleep, dreamland pulling him in.

And for the record .. you passed with flying colors.

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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Throwback to the very first thing i requested from u bc i think it’s been over a month HAHAHA

For ‘i’m stuck with you’ (art student x stem student miggy) EXCEEEPPPTTT make the reader a english/langlit major, or just really good at writing (bc i love my writers)

Okay, we have established that reader is fucking terrible at math (i am them, they are me)

But how about miguel needing help with essays? Because sci students are lowkey kinda bad with essays

Cause yeah, even though i hc that miggy probably has really, really good grammar, when writing essays? Nah, that mf is all over the place.

Like he has the ideas, but he lacks the creativity and writing skill to get them onto paper

(Not a request, but write it if u want to :D)

SHIEEEEEETTTTTT i am forever in love with college miggy <333

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

i'm stuck with you. — miguel o'hhara x reader pt. 2 (college dorm mates au)

summary: it should come as no surprise to anybody that miguel o'hara was extremely good at running his mouth off and pretentious when it came to grammar and spelling... but making him write an opinionated essay, or a book report? oh, you're stumping him. luckily for him, he has a super adorable, english-smart dorm mate; unluckily for him, however, you can't put up with his annoying, whiny ass about how "boring" all this writing seems to be.

pairing: college!dorm mate!miguel o'hara x college!dorm mate!reader

genre: fluff <333

word count: 965

author's note: when is it my turn to have a cocky, math and science smarts stem boyfriend that sucks ass at creative writing ,,, i'm alr the writer gf, universe, ano ba 😭😭😭

he stared at the flashing cursor on the document he was supposed to be writing his book report for the english class he had to take. he sighed and folded his arms over his chest in frustration, his eyebrows crinkling as all he could do was sigh again at the lack of ideas swirling in his head. "this is why i took genetics, nobody needs to write reflections on alleles or why DNA is shaped as a double helix... this is idiotic." he muttered under his breath as he forcefully hit the backspace key repeatedly and sighed for the third time.

you soon arrived back to your dorm after attending all your classes for the day and was surprised to witness your so-called "genius" dorm mate slump over his desk, his forehead pressed down against the surface as his laptop remained open and the document remained empty–even emptier than before, actually. you walked over to miguel, half concerned and half unfazed, ironically. you had yearned to see the day when his ego would break, but unfortunately, you weren't there to see the fall–hence you drew barely any enjoyment out of seeing him all stumped.

"hey, genius, what's wrong?" you asked him in a partially sarcastic and partially worried voice, with miguel groaning as he thumped his forehead lightly against the surface of his desk. "words are hard." he muttered. you raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled lightly. "words are hard? wow, and you can piece together a bunch of letters and greek symbols together... either you're speaking an alien language of incomprehensible numbers, or you're just good at everything but linguistics." "the latter." miguel mumbled all muffled and groan again.

you chuckled and moved closer to him, practically hovering over him as you looked at the very blank document before you. "what's this supposed to be?" "an... essay." "an essay has words, you realize that, right?" you asked him sarcastically with a smile. he scowled at you as he sat up a bit from his computer chair. "it's... it's loading." "nah, i know exactly when words are loading, i'm around documents a lot–you've got nothing on it." you pointed out with a snicker as miguel rolled his eyes.

"well, if you're so good at this, why not you do it?" he asked you with narrowed eyes. you rolled your eyes and placed your arms over his shoulders, bringing your fingertips to the keyboard to type for him. you were in such close proximity to miguel that he couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of your forearms brushing against his shoulders and neck occasionally, and the scent of your perfume filling his nose. he felt a bit flustered at the feeling and scents he was picking up from you.

you tilted your head slightly. "what is it, mig? care to tell me what your essay's supposed to be about?" you asked him, snapping him out of his trance as he pushed his glasses back up on his face and cleared his throat. "it's about... my thoughts around my favorite person. i know, pretty rudimentary, it's a question for a first grader. but the problem is... i can't even begin to describe that 'favorite person' of mine. the thoughts are pouring in, the words just... don't come as fluidly." miguel admitted as he shrugged.

that was no problem for you, however–you had the ability to come up with the most effective and creative ways to write feelings, thoughts, and ideas out with ease; you were just the person miguel needed. you articulated his thoughts out on the virtual document for him, listening to him patiently describe his favorite person in such layman terms; and you, with your very eloquent and unique way of delivering his scrambled thoughts, wrote him a 7 page essay in that one sitting. all he did was open and close his mouth, speak in such simple terms to describe his favorite person–stuttering, stammering, repeating words involuntarily due to his limited vocabulary for adjectives that could properly describe that person, expanded by your own broad vocabulary aiding him in drawing a picture of this favorite person of his that... felt familiarly unfamiliar, in an uncanny way.

you two finished the joint work you were doing, and miguel's mouth hung open in surprise at how quickly you could type and how you never repeated a single adjective to describe his favorite person–and especially at how long the work you wrote was. "no... way." he muttered aloud as he rolled the mouse's cursor all the way down to the seventh page, his eyes bulging from their sockets as he took in every word you wrote for him. "my professor's not gonna believe i wrote this." he gushed as you chuckled. "is it that bad?" you asked him with a shy smile as he looked at you in disbelief.

"bad? this is spectacular, beyond everything i ever expected–thank you." he expressed his thanks to you as you smiled wider and shrugged. "dunno, i... think i could've elaborated more on paragraph–" "oh, please, if you elaborate any more, my professor's got fail me on the spot, they'll know i didn't write it by then. it's beautiful, it... really encompasses how i feel about my favorite person. thank you..." he said as he grinned up at you brightly. you had witnessed a side of miguel that no one had ever seen before... a grateful side to the cocky, arrogant genius of this college; and you swore, that from the corner of your eye... a hint of a genuinely happy, adoring miguel was staring back at you through those hazel brown orbs of his that peered into the deep recesses and depths of his soul, of his heart.... have you finally figured out who his favorite person is?

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Hey Sam, it looks like I'll be in Chicago for a few days next May. I'm going through all the typical sight seeing websites, but do you have any recommendations for a first time visitor? I'm not huge on architecture, parks or crowds. History, art and music are a big yes. I'm considering the Big Bus hop on/off tour for practicality. Any tips would be appreciated!

I used to have a "guide to Chicago" that I would link people to, but I think it probably badly needs updating, since a lot of what it talks about is pre-pandemic, and some places don't exist anymore (which is not necessarily down to the pandemic, Chicago is an ever-changing place). RIP Apocalypse McDonalds. Definitely before you follow anyone's advice including mine, look up what you're going to go see to make sure it's still there.

So, couple of quick recommendations; thanks for telling me some of what you're into, that always helps :) I'm going to assume you're either staying somewhere close to downtown or willing to trek into the city from outside it. A lot of people who tell me they're visiting Chicago are actually visiting Rosemont, which is a nice place but not Chicago and not super close to most of what I'll be talking about. Chicago is extremely large, and if you are staying around the O'Hare airport area (Rosemont) it will be an hour by public transit or at least $50 by rideshare/cab to get downtown.

I will say whenever I'm visiting somewhere, my first stop is always Atlas Obscura, which usually lists the really weird shit to do. :D

I've never done the Big Bus tour, but it's much nicer to do it in May than, say, December, and the people I know who've done it found it a convenient and inexpensive way to get around the city without having to deal with public transit, so while I can't personally recommend, I've only heard good things.

I know you said you weren't into architecture, but if you want to see a lot of Chicago in a very relaxed fashion, while incidentally getting some architecture knowledge, it's tough to beat the Chicago Architecture Center's boat tour. You just get on the boat, buy a drink if you want one, sit back, and drift down the river and back while someone narrates the history of Chicago architecture to you. You'll also, in May, see lots of other folks out on the river and get a real taste of Chicago's downtown scene. If you'd like to see the river without the cost of the architecture tour, I'd check out the water taxis and see if there's an opportunity to take one when going between other places you're visiting. They do a lot of tourist-destination stops.

For history, the Chicago History Museum is a natural fit and a lot of walking tours leave from the museum, although most of them are architecture :D I would also HIGHLY recommend Adam Selzer's Mysterious Chicago tours; Selzer is a very smart local historian and if you'd like to do reading ahead of time I also highly recommend his book Ghosts of Chicago. If he's offering a tour of Rose Hill or Graceland cemeteries, I'd jump on that; Graceland was my old "home" cemetery (it was literally my backyard for about a decade) and I think it's extremely interesting and beautiful. If you do go to Graceland, I can recommend Byron's nearby as a great place to get a burger, fries, Italian Beef, or a hot dog. But pretty much any tour he offers I would recommend whether I've been on it or not, he's great.

For art, again, the natural choice is the Art Institute Museum; to avoid lines, I'd recommend buying your museum ticket ahead of time and entering through the Modern Wing on Monroe Street, which is less attractive but also way less crowded than the "Lions" entrance on Michigan Avenue. I always recommend people make sure not to miss the Thorne Miniatures (they're in the basement so easy to miss, but any docent can direct you there) and the Ugliest Vase in the World. They move the vase around quite a bit, but if you check the website for the Londonderry Vase before you go, it'll tell you where to find it. Its hideousness must be seen in person. Also make sure not to miss the Chagall windows, they're off in a corner by the entrance to the cafe.

I'm not really much on music so my reccs are weaker there, but if you'd like some Chicago blues in a tourist-friendly environment, Kingston Mines is good, as is Buddy Guy's (which also has great food and is closer to downtown). If you like fried chicken, Harold's Chicken Shack is near Buddy Guy's (it's all over, it's a small chain, but that's usually the easiest one for people to find). The Chicago Symphony Orchestra is pretty great for classical music, and in the summer they often have special guests. If you like the NPR show "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me", they record live in downtown Chicago at the Fine Arts building; you usually have to buy pretty far in advance, keep an eye on tickets here.

More general recommendations: the Museum of Science and Industry is really fun, especially with kids but even without, but it's also the furthest out from downtown and can take some work to get to. Field Museum and Shedd Aquarium are both fun times, although the Shedd is kinda pricey I think. They're right next to each other though so a day doing both is convenient. If you are doing any of the museums, keep your eyes peeled for the "Mold A Rama" machines, where for $5 you can watch the machine injection-mold you a souvenir. Often the museums have custom machines for various exhibits (the Death exhibit at the Field had a skull one, for instance).

There are two train systems in Chicago: the "El" (the color-coded trains you see in movies all the time) and the Metra. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TAKE THE METRA TRAIN ANYWHERE. The Metra is a commuter rail designed for people who know how to use it, and they don't announce stops or even sometimes have signage; often the train won't stop at a platform unless it's told to during certain times of day. It is extremely easy to get extremely lost on the Metra and end up somewhere you do not want to be. If you are taking public transit, even if it seems less convenient, stick to buses and the El trains. The El and Metra run on different tracks so it's easy to avoid the Metra, but I always like to warn folks.

Okay, I think that's the highlights, minus some parks and such; I hope you have a great time! Feel free to hit me if you have questions.

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lala3244 · 3 months

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Heartbreaks: LEVIATHAN

~Finished Levi! finally! Took me ages. So I hope you like it.~

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You started dating them but others had decided they should date demons of powerful lineage not a mere human.

Warnings: Hurt/no comfort

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DIAVOLO LUCIFER MAMMON ASMODEUS SATAN BELPHEGOR

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You grew up with two brothers. One of them was the sporty one and his sport of predilection was boxing. He would sometimes practice his moves on you, of course never hurting you, always with playful hits. The other one was the geeky one, playing video games and you always loved watching him play his games for hours on end. Sometimes, he would let you play but you were too young to actually finish the game and the games would be too scary for your young mind. Since your brothers had left home, you had found solace in video games, playing the same ones as your brother used to. You always told yourself growing up that the perfect partner would be playing video games so when you arrived in the Devildom and got to know the seven brothers, you noticed early the third one. He didn't really speak to you so you tried to ask his brothers about him. You didn't ask outright as not to sound too obvious but you learned that if he was always locked up in his room was because he played a lot of games. You missed playing as when you arrived in the Devildom, you, obviously, didn't bring any game console so you devised a plan to make friends with the Avatar of Envy.

It was hard as he would rarely get out of his room but everytime you saw him, you talked to him. It was sometimes only a greeting but you were persistent. One day, you finally were alone with him in the dining room so you took a deep breath and talked to him. "Hey Leviathan. So, I've heard you like video games?" He looked up at you, frowning, from his device. "Well, obviously." You giggled, embarrassed by how you decided to engage the conversation. "Yeah, I know it's kind of obvious." You cleared your throat. "I... I would like to ask you if I could play sometimes?" He snapped his head towards you, eyeing you suspiciously. "W-Why?" You blushed slightly under his intense stare. "I don't know if you'll believe me but I am a huge gamer and it's been a few weeks and I miss playing." You let out a huge sigh to accentuate your point. His eyes softened and he nodded. "I get it! I would go crazy to go even a day without playing or logging in in one of my games! Sure! You can come whenever you like!" You grinned happily and he smiled shyly at you. "We can go now if you want?" You nodded excessively and stood up. You heard him laugh for the first time and, to your ears, it was a wonderful sound.

You followed him to his room. You entered and stopped. You looked around in awe. The first thing that took your attention was the huge fish tank and you walked over it. His goldfish was swimming happily around and when you just touched the glass to say hello, it swam towards you and stared at you. After a few seconds, it bumped its nose against your finger through the glass. You giggled at the gesture and felt the demon coming up behind you. "Who's that little guy?" Leviathan chuckled "That's Henry." You hummed, "Henry? What an unusual name." You felt Levi froze and you turned around to see what was going on. "Y-You d-don't know Henry?" You shook your head. "you don't know The Tale of the Seven Lords?!" You shook your head again. He gasped and started to tell you all about it. "So yeah that's why I called him Henry." You laughed. "Alright then! I have to read them, then!" He went over to his bookshelf and pulled a book out and handed it to you. "There, I can lend you the first book." You took it and put it aside. "Thank you, can we play?" He walked over to his desk and installed everything so you two could play.

The following week, you played with him every night and slowly, the otaku started to show you his real personality. You actually loved how he was so passionate about his favourite characters and all the anime he was watching. You didn't know most of them as you never really had the opportunity to get into them but thanks to his passionate ramblings you wanted to start watching them so after that week of playing you decided you wanted to change things up a bit. Now, you had a routine where you had dinner with all the brothers, changed into some comfortable clothes and went knocking on his door. As usual, he asked for the password and you answered, rolling your eyes. You found it stupid but it made him happy, so you obliged, every night, but it was always a long answer! You entered quietly, you found him entranced in his game and you stood there, watching him. You heart skipped a beat when he turned around and he saw you staring at him. A small blush started to form on his cheeks and you thought it was cute. You smiled at him and walked over to his desk. You leaned against it and crossed your arms. "I don't want to play tonight." He had followed you with his eyes, crossing his room to him, his blush darkening the closer you got. When you said you didn't want to play, his eyes widened and he looked shocked. "What?! Why?" Your smile grew bigger. "I would like for you to show me your favourite anime!" He froze. His brain stopped functioning. You touched him lightly on his shoulder, worried about his reaction. He jumped at your touch and stood up. He turned his back to you. "You-you really want to watch my favourite anime with me? ME?!" You relaxed a bit and chuckled. "Yes, Levi! You made it sound so interesting I want to watch it... with you..." He finally turned back around and nodded while hiding his face behind one of his hands. He sat in front of his computer, silently and looked for the first episode of the first season. You took the chair that you had left there the first night you played with him. It was okay to sit on it while playing but to watch something it wasn't. You kept moving, trying to get comfortable but you really couldn't so you sat at the edge of the chair and put your elbows on your knees. Levi was watching you moving around and he saw how uncomfortable you were but he was trying to muster the courage to give you his chair. He finally stood up. "S-sit in my-my chair, I'll take this one." He pointed at the chair you were sitting in and you shook your head. "No, I'm fine, Levi." He stood taller, "I insist, you are a guest in my room." You finally stood up, impressed by his confidence and you smiled while looking up. "It's very nice of you." You kissed him on his cheek to thank him. He got flustered and red. "Hey! D-don't do that without warning!" You chuckled. "Alright, I won't do it again." He froze mid-air as he was sitting. "T-that's not what I said!" You turned your head around and quirked an eyebrow. "Really?" His eyes widened at the realisation of what has just been said. He blushed furiously and pressed play to start the video again. He slumped back against the chair, embarrassed and you cackled.

So for the following days, you binge-watched all the seasons of his favourite anime and every day you tried to fluster him. You tried to make it a challenge to yourself but the more you teased him, the more you started to have strong feelings for the demon. You didn't realise it until you were so close to him after one of your plans to get him flustered that if you had moved forward just for an inch, your lips would have touched and you were staring at his lips, your heart beating like crazy at the closeness. You had cleared your throat and regretfully pulled away as to not make yourself flustered as well. You had sat down in the chair he had bought especially for you and you had been quiet for the rest of the night. You spent the next day, distracted by your thoughts of last night and you were wondering what all you felt was. You barely listened while you were in your classes and it took you all day to figure it out. You had a crush on Leviathan. You felt relieved at the realisation but at the same time annoyed. You weren't expecting to find someone of your liking but apparently an otaku who had, seemingly, no interest in normies like you was. You laughed at yourself and your pathetic heart, falling for someone who will never like you back. That evening, you went to his room as usual but you kept to yourself. Leviathan kept glancing at you while you were watching the anime. You were oblivious about the turmoil that was happening inside the demon's head. You tried your best to not look at him and the few times he talked to you, you gave him one worded answers. After the third episode, he stopped the streaming and turned to look at you. It took him that long to finally ask you what was wrong. "Oh, nothing Levi. I... I am just thinking." Levi started fiddling with his fingers, anxious. "Is it about me? Did I do something wrong?" You sat up and grabbed, instinctively, his hand. "No! You didn't do anything wrong. If you did I wouldn't be here." but he barely listened to you. "Is it because I am a disgusting otaku? I know I-I am not interesting and I only talk about my fav characters but I thought you liked it?" He started rambling and putting himself down. You stood up and grabbed his head to lift it up. You kissed him so he would stop talking.

You sat back down. You were in disbelief. You couldn't believe your boldness but you didn't want to hear him putting himself down again and you had hoped a kiss from you would made him think. You understood how self-esteem worked and you understood how he felt as not long ago you felt the same. You waited for him to talk. You knew you had crossed a boundary by kissing him without permission. You didn't know if he actually liked you back and you felt bad about your action. "I am so so sorry Levi. I shouldn't have done that without asking you first. It's just that I couldn't bear listening to you deprecating yourself and you weren't listening to me and I just didn't know what else to do and I know it's not a good excuse for doing it and again I apologise and I don't want you to hate me and I like you a lot and..." He cut you off by kissing you back. You were shocked. You didn't think he had it in him! He pulled away as quickly as he kissed you, his face furiously red and you thought he was going to pass out if more of his blood went up to his face. You smiled at him, tilting your head to one side. "So you're not mad at me for kissing you?" His hand went up his face to hide his flushed face. "No, I-I actually liked it." You sighed in relief. "Good, I'm glad. I liked it too and actually I would like it if I could kiss you everyday and whenever I can?" He looked at you behind his hand, eyes widening. "As if we were a couple? Like that anime we were watching?" You laughed at the comparison. "Yes." He nodded enthusiastically and grabbed your hand. "I-it's just that I never.. I" You squeezed his hand. "I know Levi. We will figure things out together." He smiled bashfully at you. "O-Okay." You put your other hand on his. "You know nothing had to change from what we have been doing for the last couple of weeks. We can play and watch animes while eating snacks but I might sometimes want to snuggle next to you. I like physical touches but if you are not comfortable with it I won't be doing it." He nodded again. "I don't know if I like it but I am willing to try anything you want if that make you happy."

You started the relationship slowly, always making sure you communicated enough with the demon, always reassuring him, comforting him when he would make the first step. You didn't know how but rumours started going around RAD that you two were dating. You had never been out for a date together and you hadn't said anything to anyone yet. You actually didn't care but you were afraid Levi did. You didn't talk about it with Levi as your relationship was developing nicely and you didn't want to put pressure on him but unfortunately those rumours which had lasted for days got around to Lucifer and other powerful demons who didn't like humans but tolerated them as long as they weren't involved with demons, at least not more than friendship so they had asked for Lord Diavolo and Lucifer to verify that rumour. The Future Prince of the Devildom summoned the both of you to his castle. You arrived walking side by side with Levi, brushing your hands often as a comforting gesture to what was about to come.

We sat in the garden, Barbatos was serving us some tea. Diavolo was doing some small talk and after a few minutes, you got impatient. "Lord Diavolo? Why are we here?" He paused for a second and his usually cheerful face changed into a serious one. "Okay, I am going to be blunt. Are you two dating?" Levi and you both looked at each other and nodded. You looked at the future King and you saw sorrow on his face. "Why?" He looked around as if he was avoiding your gaze. "The house of the Lords got wind of you two dating and they are formally aginst it. Unfortunately, as you have made your relationship official to me, they had asked me to send Leviathan teaching our navy officers for 40 days on a boat as a punishment." You frowned. "Wait! What?" You looked at the two demons. "is that something they can force you to do?" Diavolo looked sad, "unfortunately, yes." You stood up. "That's ridiculous!" Levi stood up and put his hand on your arm. "I-it is but Lord Diavolo can't help it. The house of the Lords are still a powerful institution and going against their wishes could be devastating for Lord Diavolo's rule." You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. You wrapped your arms around Levi's waist and started to sob. You calmed down after a few minutes. "When is he leaving?" Diavolo sighed. "Now actually. Lucifer should be arriving any minute with some luggage." You stared at him with wide eyes. "What?!" Lord Diavolo sighed again and leaned forward. "You won't be able to text or call each other. You can't date anymore." You looked at the Avatar of Envy and kissed him. You put all your emotion in this last kiss, hoping that he would get them. You pulled away and left without saying another word. You walked away from them, tears rolling down your cheeks.

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Masterlist

I have Beelzebub left then I will do the part 2 for each of the brothers!

I hope you all having a good beginning of the year!

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thatwriterchaotic · 1 year

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You all wanted a second chapter so here it is.

What Are We?... continued

Summary: After your first time with Daryl, you both have been wanting to go further. But Daryl had been so busy lately with work. Not paying enough attention to you. So you decide to surprise him when he comes home from work.

Pairing: Pre Apocalypse!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: [18+] dom!Daryl, man handling, jealousy, hickeys, biting, oral, male receiving, throat sex, shower sex, p n v, creampie, unprotected sex, [DON'T DO THAT] scratching, little choking. This is the dirtiest thing I have ever written. You all asked for this-

It almost seemed like he was ignoring you on purpose. Constantly being at work all the time. His job just fired another employee for sketchy activity around the shop. Meaning Daryl had to pick up the slack and take care of it. Yes it made good money, but you also needed your man. Ever since the other night when he ate you out you couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he made you feel. The way his mouth felt on your body. Leaving marks all over as a reminder the next day. You felt yourself ache just thinking about him.

Daryl would be off work here soon. Maybe you could surprise him somehow. That's when you realized that Daryl always took a shower after work. Needing to scrub the sweat and oil off his skin. You had the perfect plan. Just had to wait until he got home. A couple of hours had passed until you heard footsteps on your front porch. Daryl must be home. "Hey baby! Ya home?" Daryl called out to you. Daryl kicked off his boots and threw the car keys into the bowl on the side table. "In here D!" You yelled back to him. Seeing him walk towards you. You smiled and stood up as he pulled you close to him. Your chest pressed up against his. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Practically burying yourself into his chest. "Mmm my girl, missed ya so much" He muttered into your hair not wanting to let go of you.

"Missed you too Daryl, been at work a lot lately" You said softly as you looked up at him. Gently brushing his hair away from his face. He always looked so damn handsome. "I know baby, It won't be long until they hire another guy. I make good money doing this too" Daryl said as he ran his hands up and down your back. His hands on your back made an electrifying feeling go up your spine. "Just want my man home is all" You said as you kissed his cheek. "Now go get cleaned up I'll have dinner done soon" You said trying to get your plan into motion.

Daryl leaned down and pecked your lips sweetly, giving your butt a little love tap as he made his way to the bathroom. You waited a few minutes until you heard the water running. You went up to your bedroom and grabbed some comfortable clothes for Daryl. You set them on the bed as you slowly open the bathroom door. Wanting this to be a surprise. You walked in noticing Daryl didn't hear you come in. You closed the door and started to undress. Throwing your clothes into the hamper. You carefully pulled the shower curtain back and got in. Wrapping your arms around Daryl's waist nuzzling into his back. "Hey baby" You said softly.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt your arms around him. "Jesus girl, gonna give me a heart attack sneaking up on me like that" Daryl said as he turned around to face you. God he looked so damn good. His hair sticking to his forehead from the water rushing down his body. His happy trail that led down to his dick, already half hard. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you. I just couldn't keep my hands to myself" You said as you moved your hands up his chest. Loving the feeling of his body under your hands. "I can make it up to you" you said as you slowly got down on your knees. He deserved this after all the hard work he's been doing.

"God you look so damn beautiful like that for me girl" You heard Daryl say as he looked down at you. He cupped the side of your face. Just admiring you. You smiled a little before taking his cock into your hands. Gently placing opened mouth kisses to the side of his shaft. You heard a quick inhale from Daryl above. Loving the idea that he was getting turned on just from you. Placing one last kiss on his tip before slowly sucking his cock into your mouth. He tasted like heaven. "Just like that baby, nice and slow for me" Daryl encouraged you as he gently took your hair into his hand. Holding it back for you.

You hummed softly sending vibrations through him as you took more into your mouth. Using your hand to stroke the rest of his dick that couldn't fit into your mouth. You slowly started to bob your head up and down. Keeping your hand with the same rhythm. You kept hearing Daryl whimper and grunt. Happy that you could make him feel good. It wanted you to take more of him. "Just relax for me and open up, I know you can take more of my cock" Daryl said as he looked down at you. You relaxed your mouth and opened up more. As Daryl slowly thrust his cock further down your throat. You placed your hands on his hips as you swirled your tongue around his shaft. Making him groan so deliciously.

"That's a good girl, taking my dick so well" Daryl grunted as he slowly pulled back out and back in. Starting to fuck your throat. You hummed around his cock as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. "Oh don't gimme that look baby, especially when my cocks down your throat" Daryl kept thrusting into your mouth at a steady pace. Hearing him groan and whimper from the pleasure. He was so vocal. You reached down and started to play with yourself. Gently stroking over your clit with your fingers. Daryl started to speed up, fucking your throat so good. You focused on your breathing, letting him take whatever he needed from you.

"Fuck sweetheart, Gonna make me cum with that mouth of yours. Such a dirty fucking slut aren't ya?" Daryl groaned as he slammed into the back of your throat. You let your jaw go slack, drooling all over yourself. You sped up your fingers, pressing down harder on your clit. Your pussy ached for Daryl. Needing him to fuck you good and hard. You moaned around his cock as you slipped two fingers into your cunt. Thrusting them in and out. "Need me to fuck you baby? Need my dick deep inside your pussy?" Daryl said as he looked down at you. Watching you touch yourself. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and made you stand up.

Daryl quickly pinned you against the shower wall. One of his hands on your throat. He gently squeezed the sides not wanting to hurt you. Just enough to make your head feel foggy. "If you want my cock baby, you gotta tell me. Tell me what you want" Daryl said as he looked you in the eyes. You whined and looked back at him. "Please Daryl.. I need you so badly, Please fuck me" You practically begged him. Daryl caved and leaned in kissing you roughly on the lips. Teeth crashing against teeth.

He tapped your leg, making you jump up. Wrapping your legs around his waist. Daryl moved his hand from your throat grabbing underneath your thighs to hold you up. You kept kissing him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Daryl slowly pulled away and started kissing on your neck. Leaving a trail down to your chest. Starting to gently suck and bite, making you moan softly. You loved when he left marks on your body. That's when Daryl found the sweet spot on your chest. He harshly bit down making you almost yelp but God did it feel so good. "C'mon Daryl please baby, I need you really fucking bad. I need your cock" You whined wanting him to do more. Daryl slapped the side of your leg making you wince. "Don't be such a desperate little slut, I'll give it to ya girl" Daryl said into your ear, rubbing his cock in between your slit. The tip of his cock rubbing right against your clit. Making you arch your back. Daryl loved teasing you. Until enough was enough and he needed you too.

Daryl slowly thrusted his cock into your wet pussy. The both of you gasping at the feeling. He went slow at first letting you stretch around him. He took your nipple into his mouth to distract you from the slight pain. Making you moan softly. Running your hands through his wet hair. The water was hot as it rushed down your collided bodies. Daryl sucked on your nipple as he played with the other. You couldn't stop moaning. He was so good with his mouth. "Fuck D, that feel so good" You told him as you looked down at him. He looked so fucking sexy like this. His pupils blow wide with lust. His cheeks a shade of pink. Daryl slowly started to thrust in and out of you. His mouth not leaving your tits. You gently gripped onto his hair, feeling him fuck into your pussy.

Daryl only went harder and harder. Abusing your pussy with his cock. The sounds of skin on skin bounced around the bathroom. Along with your moans. He felt so fucking deep hitting just that right spot. "Mm- Fuck! Faster baby! Please" You moaned out not caring if your neighbors heard you. Daryl jackhammered his cock into you. Moving his hand down to play with your clit. You arched your back more, your nails scratching down Daryl's back. Knowing there would be marks tomorrow. Daryl took your nipple out of his mouth and smirked as he looked at you. You were a total wreck. Your hair was soaking wet and sticking to your skin. Water droplets rolled down your body each time he thrusted up into your pussy. "You look so fucking beautiful, I'm the only one who can see how much of a slut you are for me" Daryl groaned as he leaned in and kissed you on the lips. You moaned into the kiss, starting to move your hips to match with his thrusting. You could feel the band in your stomach start to tighten. You where getting so close. Just needed a little more.

"Only a slut for you, please make me cum. I-I'm so close!" You practically shouted. Daryl groaned and sped up faster, he moved his fingers quicker on your clit. He needed to make you cum first. He was determined too. "C'mon baby, you can do it. Cum for me. Cum on my cock" Daryl encouraged you as he kissed on your neck. You moaned Daryl's name loudly as you came all over his cock. You felt like you were on cloud nine all over again. You moaned loudly as Daryl kept fucking into you. "That's it girl, doing so good for me. So close just a little more" Daryl groaned before he thrusted deep inside you. Cumming into your tight pussy. He panted heavily as you both slowly came down from your highs.

Daryl placed soft kisses all over your face as he rubbed your thighs. You hummed softly still very out of it. Your legs still shaking from your orgasm. Daryl held you close as he slowly set your legs down. "I got you sweetheart, I'll take care of you" Daryl said sweetly as he held you close and got you cleaned up. You loved how sweet Daryl was after. Always taking care of you. The water in the shower started to run cold. Making you whimper. Daryl quickly turned it off and helped you out. Wrapping a towel around you.

You slowly came back down to earth. Feeling the shake leave your legs. "I love you Daryl" You said softly as you looked at him. Daryl smiled and placed a soft and loving kiss on your lips. "I love you too Sunshine, Now c'mon let's get you to bed".

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heartburriedinvenice · 2 years

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Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight ?

( eddie munson x reader )

in which you haven't played Dungeons and Dragons in years, you definitely got the wrong date for your rehearsal, and Eddie Munson will never let you live down your middle school talent show performance.

content warnings mild cursing, hints towards drug use, and a lot of shakespeare.

a /n : so i am in love with eddie munson and i couldn't get this idea out of my head so i wrote it! ( i would definitely turn this into a small series if anyone wants it? ) a lot more stranger things fics coming, my brain is on an absolute high from this season-

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You could have sworn the calendar said tonight was a rehearsal, after school, at five in the auditorium. And maybe you should have come to the conclusion you were wrong when all the lights down the hallway were off and only a faint glow emerged from the open door of the small auditorium. Maybe that’s when you should have stopped walking, headed out and called your friend to double-check, and just head home. But your curiosity was peaked and it would eat at you if you did not appease it.

Walking closer to the door you began to hesitate, you felt the pace at which you walked slow as if some sort of tar had appeared on the ground the closer you got. Gripping the door frame, you peered inside. Definitely not a rehearsal day. A long tackle took up most of the space, set pieces from your show moved towards the back of the stage, and the stage lights dimmed to blues and reds and greens to set some sort of ambiance. Seeing no one there you continued to walk in, taking the steps up the sides of the stage to get closer to the table. A board, a few dice ranging in sides, an open notebook blocked by a folder, little figures placed in different spots on the board, and a grand throne sat at the head of the table. The same one used in last year's play, you had sat in it. You smiled at the memory as you ran your hand over its intricate details carved into it by some students in the other art classes.

“I think you are in the wrong place,” you practically jumped out of your skin at the voice turning to see the boy leaning against the door to the theatre. “Unless Hawkins High Theatre Star has a sudden interest in the intricate world that is Dungeons and Dragons.”

“So that’s what this is,” you said, mostly to yourself, as you glanced back at the board, before looking back up towards the boy. “I haven't seen one of these boards in forever.”

“I was joking… you play?” he asked, the look of clear confusion on his face and in his voice as he made his way towards the stage.

“Yeah, well, I used to,” you explained, rolling one of the dice around in your hand. “My cousin is like the biggest nerd on the planet and used to bring his board over during Christmas dinner and make all our cousins play a small campaign. I was always an elf princess named Samantha who was tired of her life of royalty. They stopped coming after everything started happening in Hawkins these past couple of years.”

“An elf princess?” a stifled laugh following his words.

“Hey! I thought it was cool at the time,” you countered, a smile growing on your face you hadn't even registered until that moment. “We thought we were so cool. I mean, it was cool, making up stories and pretending to be different people for a little bit. My mind was blown!”

The boy had this sort of awestricken look on his face when you looked up at him, some sort of trance that had caught his tongue in his mouth as he just stared. You were never too great at eye contact, averting your gaze back to the board.

“I didn’t know there was a D&D club,” you added, trying to break the growing tension in the theatre.

“Yeah, uh, yeah last one before the break,” The trance was finally broken, and yet the tension did not leave, remaining like a thick blanket over the two of you. “You interested?”

“What?”

“Well, I just thought that you were here because-”

“Oh! Oh no, I just, I thought we had a rehearsal today. I guess I was wrong…just a mix-up,” not a single person would be able to miss the way in which the boy seemed to deflate.

“Oh, yeah, no duh,” he said, trying to straighten himself up, running a hand through his unruly hair. You couldn’t help but notice how it fit him so well. “I forgot the spring play was coming up.”

“You know about it?” you asked, now your turn to be surprised. No one really cared about the shows, too busy at sporting events or whatever they deemed more important and enjoyable on their weekends. You guess you didn’t really blame them. “I guess I just don’t know a lot people who actually care to keep up with that sort of thing.”

“I mean, Dungeons and Dragons isn’t so different from theatre,” he offered, though even he looked uncertain by his explanation, your eyebrow quirking at his comment as he continued. “You play a character, tell a story, escape the real world outside for a while as you pretend to be someone else entirely, you know?”

Silence met the room, “Was that as stupid as I thought it sounded?”

“No!” you almost yelled, before taking a deep breath. “No, it made sense. You're right, they aren’t that different. Maybe that’s why I liked it so much?”

Another silence fell over the room as if you two had run out of things to say. You didn’t, you just weren’t sure what to say next. He was funny and interesting, and a little odd but in a charming kind of way. You had seen him before, always trying to piss the basketball team off in the cafeteria, or had heard the rumors of the drugs he had been selling to some kid in your show. Or at the middle school talent show with his band, him absolutely shredding his guitar like there was tomorrow, and he wasn't just in the cafeteria. He was different, different than what growing up in Hawkins usually produced and that’s what interested you most of all.

“You were the girl who did the Shakespeare monologue at the middle school talent show, weren't you?” He spoke up, as if it was a question he had been waiting to ask, one that caught you off guard. You had hoped everyone forgot, you knew everyone hadn't, and you got made fun of it for weeks after. While some kids danced or sang or played piano, you had decided to do a reciting of a monologue from Shakespeare's, Othello. “You remember that?” you had to ask, running a hand over your face, a grain escaping you, unable to look at the boy in front of you.

“How could I not, you were-”

“Bad, embarrassing, a little too passionate about Shakespeare?”

“No,” he said, all amusement leaving his face for a slight second as if he was serious. “No, you were good. Not many seventh graders can say they understand Shakespeare. And I mean, I had no idea what you were saying, but I could tell you did… and I thought that was cool, defiantly different. Like you were speaking some entirely different language.”

“Then let them use us well: else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us so,” you mockingly recited in your worst Shakespearian accent. “I am never living that down am I?”

“Probably not,” he admitted honestly.

“My fault for thinking the students at Hawkins Middle would be interested in a Shakespeare monologue,” a laugh escaping you at how ridiculous it sounded. “My mom did not do me any justice by encouraging it. But thank you, for you know, thinking it was good.”

“Just being honest,” he said. “I mean, you're still like crazy talented! I see like all the shows.”

And you were once again caught off guard, surprised, you needed to start keeping track of how many times it would happen within the time with the boy, “You do?”

“Shit, that sounds weird, I didn't mean it-”

“No, no it's sweet, I just didn’t think it really was your scene,” your turn to interrupt him.

“Kinda comes with the whole terms and conditions of using this room,” he explained. “Your teacher said we could use it if I came and saw all the shows with the club…no one else really would let us use their space so I just agreed.”

“That sounds like her,” you laughed, your drama teacher was the definition of what came to mind when one thought of a drama teacher. And any chance she could talk someone into seeing the shows, even if it was slightly against their will, she would.

“They are good though, so I don’t really mind,” he said. “What’s the next one? The one you had rehearsal for?”

“Oh, uh it's this modern take on, “As You Like It” by William Shakespeare, set in a roller skating rink and everyone is on skates,” you sounded crazy saying it, he stared in some sort of amusement that he wasn't sure if he could openly express. “You can laugh, it's weird, I know.”

“Let's just say my curiosity is piqued,” he admitted. “I'm interested, a little confused, maybe the tiniest concerned, but interested. Got a preview for me?”

A laugh involuntarily escaped you as he lounged back into the throne, kicking his legs up onto the table. Gesturing his hand towards the middle of the stage for you to begin, you hesitated for a second before realizing he was not joking. Or maybe he was, waiting to humiliate you for something you loved, but he was not that kind of person, you knew that from the minute he walked into the room.

“Okay, uh, let me think,” you thought, searching your mind for any singular line from the show, and with a deep breath you started, never having had someone other than your theatre watch you so closely, so unrehearsed. “Me believe it? You may as soon make her that you love believe it, which I warrant she is apter to do than to confess she does. That is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the trees wherein Rosalind is so admired?”

And before you could start again he began to speak, and you were caught off guard… again, “I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.”

“What are you doing-”

“I am pretty sure that’s not the next line,” he cut in. “I thought you were the expert?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, not entirely sure what was happening, but a giddy kind of churning had not stopped in your stomach and it took more power than you would ever like to admit to suppress the growing smile on your face.

So you continued, albeit hesitantly, “But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?”

“Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.”

“Love is merely a madness” you finished, as he began to clap, a slow dramatic kind of clap, you playing along taking a few bows. “You know Shakespeare? Like really know Shakespeare?”

“I don’t know, some girl in my middle school talent show got me kinda interested,” he said as if it was something one could say so nonchalantly. “I dabble here and there. A little bit of comedy, a few tragedies in there.”

You just smiled, you couldn’t help it, it was impossible to stop. “You are good! Oh my gosh!”

“Hey hey, I am not that good,” he tried to counter.

“Yes, you are! You should audition or something you would be insane,” you continued. “My teacher would love you, we have-”

“I don’t know if that’s really my scene,” he stopped you, standing from the chair and making his way over to you. “I am more of an audience kind of guy. Where you, you are like made for that stage, I mean look at you, you probably have the whole audience in love with you in the first few seconds.”

“Shut up,” you groaned out.

“What? I mean it! I mean, ‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’, right?” he quoted, like it was second nature.

“Yeah, yeah I guess so,” you replied at a sort of loss for words, a smile shared between the two of you, a soft one, one of mutual understanding.

The sound of voices coming from down the hall woke you both from whatever Shakespearean trance had caught hold of you.

“I should probably get going, your club is starting soon I am guessing,” you speak up, looking anywhere else but the boy. “Thanks for sharing your knowledge of Shakespeare with another Shakespeare lover.”

“Yeah, anytime,” he replied, a soft smile still covering his face, as you grabbed your stuff and began to walk out back through the audience of the auditorium.

“Hey!” he called, causing you to turn around. “We are missing one of our players tonight if you, you know, wanted to give D&D a try again?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I haven’t played in a long time, I wouldn’t want to hold you guys back-”

“They won’t be here for a while, I wouldn’t mind teaching you,” he offered. “Give you a little crash course. You know I am pretty knowledgeable about things other than Shakespeare as well? We could revamp Samantha the elf princess? What’d you say?”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at yourself and where you had ended up that Friday night, shrugging, “Okay!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, throwing your backpack into one of the auditorium chairs, and racing back up to the stage.

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ohnoanalien · 7 months

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Glitch

STOP MAKING ME RETURN TO TUMBLR TO WRITE THINGS

Anyway @lunar-wandering has some great ideas and I'm absolutely spoiled by the LMK/JTTW community. I love his posts about Macaque and losing control of his powers when he gets emotional, so I tried to combine "Macaque loses control when he gets flustered" and "it's very cute when Macaque is treated like a king". This is post beach stuff-- I hope you enjoy, and good luck with college! Call this a congrats gift!

"Ummm...not that I'm ungrateful that you made this, it's just--"

"The eggs are plant-based! I know you're vegan now, idiot. Your little one-sided biography's been hanging around since the 16th century."

It’s strange, Macaque thought, how the light worked. He could alter every spotlight, walk under the brightest beam of sunlight, and yet no glow compared to the great centerpiece that casually sat across the kitchen table. He would constantly blind the three realms with his confidence and booming voice.

And oh, how he pampered and spoiled his own shadow nowadays.

He was always in the spotlight, over-protective over every little bump in the road. Grooming tattered fur after he returned from training with his successor. Reminding his old rival to eat and drink after dragging himself across the three realms, nearly skin and bones under his captor’s bidding.

All services fit for a king. The least he could do is return the favor. Sometimes.

"You tweaked breakfast for me? That's...thanks, I guess." Wukong looked down at his plate with a kind smile.

"Don't mention it." Macaque grumbled between bites. The shadow demon pressed a paw to his speeding heart, checking the reflection of the window to see if it wasn't fluttering as badly as his six ears.

His very visible, unglamored ears.

Before the Monkey King could look up, he bundled his scarf over his head.

"Everything okay, bud?" He leaned in closer, curiously searching his partner.

"Uhhhh." Macaque said eloquently, leaning as far back in his chair as he could go. “I’m just…a little cold’s all.”

Bad move. The Monkey King’s brow furrowed, absent-mindedly scratching an icy streak in his fur. He could practically hear the great sage’s mind turn, counting the number of blankets they had in their little temple. “How cold?”

Shit. Shit shit shit! If he left now to fix his stupid ears he'd just look suspicious either way. He scrambled for his own fork, ready to down his meal in three bites and make a run for it.

Taking it as a big, neon ‘do not touch sign’, Wukong sighed heavily. “Just…let me know if you change your mind, okay?”

The other only grunted, waving a paw of approval.

"To be honest, I didn't think we could pick up where we left off." The Monkey King hummed thoughtfully, gaze and mind drifting elsewhere.

"Mhm." Macaque reached for his mug-- freezing in place as a patch of thick white fur crawled up his arm. He quickly stuffed his paws in his lap, sewing on a slapdash glamor. All while the great sage continued his heartfelt speech, not noticing the struggle a foot or so away.

"--ut I think we're really getting better at it. At us, I mean. So what I'm trying to say is, maybe we should talk about…” He looked up, blinking in surprise at the way Macaque dropped his fork, elbows shoved in his lap, teeth clenched through a nervous grin.

“Hey, Mihou? Are you a hundred-and-ten-percent sure you’re okay? You seem, I dunno, distracted?" A peach-furred tail slapped the floorboards.

"Just got a lot on my mind! I'm listening. Promise." Macaque lilted.

"Sure, I gotcha. But if something's wrong--"

"Nothing's wrong!" He waved freshly glamored paws. Nonetheless, the king’s brow weighed with worry, eyes trailing to his old friend’s torso and back again. Apologies would just have to come later. "Just...ignore me. Keep going."

"Fine, fine. Whatever you say. So where was I– Oh, yeah!"

A sigh of relief passed the shadow demon’s lips. And while Wukong chatted away into his teacup, the breath of fresh air was short-lived as Macaque's eyes turned a deep purple.

"--dual mentorship might be a good idea too?"

"Y'don't say." The shadow demon stared very intently at his eggs, head bowed. His snow-furred tail lashed frantically, slipping itself down his pant leg before it could knock something over.

"--t's a big step, but I trust you enough now to--"

Wukong looked up, and Macaque scrambled to hide his face behind his own cup– choking on his tea when longer, sharper fangs clinked against ceramic.

"Mac?" Sun Wukong's head snapped up just as he straightened himself, grin threatening to tear his muzzle apart at the ends behind a paw. "You’re not getting sick, are you?"

"Listening!" His partner wheezed out. He tried not to panic as the glamor that coated his hands nearly popped like snowy balloons. "I'm-- kaff kaff-- I'm listening."

"...Uhhhh sooo...in short..." the Monkey King drawled, ever-so-slowly turning back to his breakfast.

A close call. Macaque bit back a gasp as the table suddenly met his chest, shrinking just a smidge taller than the average macaque– edge prodding his stomach on the way down. A new coughing fit blossomed, barriers completely broken. The second Wukong looked up, his old rival had vanished altogether.

"Mac?" The sage called, standing up to scan the shadier corners of the room.

"Just-- koff-- just dropped something!" Macaque answered from under the table, still trying to get. His illusions. Under control.

He wasn't sure what he expected. Call it bad luck or a bad omen, he desperately pulled at strings of magic, growing three feet too tall before shrinking again. He hit his head on the wooden surface with a loud bang, dishes clinking from the force.

He could practically hear the unimpressed expression on his partner’s face as he lowered himself. "Oh come on, don't be like that! We both know you're never going to talk unless I...I..."

He didn't need much light to see the X-shaped chunk of a scar that carved through a single, dead eye. Frozen in time, Wukong was unable to stop the shadow weaver from melting into the ground.

On one hand, portaling was the fastest and easiest way to escape any situation. A battle, a theft, a social conversation-- any setting could be an exit when sunlight hit the room just right. On the other hand, Macaque was not informed that his glamors weren't the only defective power in his arsenal. The shadow demon aimed for his old, abandoned dojo. Instead, the demon yelped as he caught on a flurry of branches, falling from the shadowy canopy of a familiar peach tree. Morning sunshine peeked from the rustling leaves. Peppered by flora and pale sand, he felt a stone paw wipe away at his eyes. And when the fog cleared, he was met with another pair that hovered above him, blinking back gold vision.

“Soooo…” The Monkey King drawled, “any reason you’re glitching worse than MK after a bad Monkey Cop binge?”

Macaque didn’t bother to grace him with an answer. Instead he pushed himself upright, face twisting at the fur coat he just groomed.

"Ugh, I look like a wreck." He grumbled.

"Don't sell yourself short." Sadness turned to hope, cupping Macaque's cheeks with his palms. "I, for one, think you look very handsome."

Mihou rolled his eyes, ready to pull away, when Wukong twirled him back into his arms.

"I'm serious." He bent down to kiss the nape of his partner's neck, "I love your beautiful ears. Your silver fur."

"Yeah, sure." Macaque snickered, "Come spring, all the fair maidens in your kingdom would swoon for a guy with fur that looks like dry bones."

"Well I certainly did."

Four simple words sent a shiver up Macaque's spine. The last glamor crumbled to nothing, and he hurried to bury his face in his partner's chest. For a moment, the pair stood completely silent.

Finally, Macaque took a shaky breath, mumbling into leather and silk.

"Pardon?" His king raised an eyebrow, "Something you want to share with the class?"

Six ears pinned back. Teasing turned soft and gentle, and Wukong began to rock the both of them into a soothing rhythm. "Don't sweat it. Take all the time you need, okay?"

A groan traveled down Macaque’s knotted stomach, "I said I...ugh..."

"You...?"

"I just. Agh, this sucks!" Just for a brief moment, Liu’er Mihou raised his head, namesakes revealing brilliant hues that flashed to his emotions.

A realization pierced The Monkey King through the heart, and he swore that he felt feverish. His flush nearly matched the shadow that latched to his waist. "...Oh."

Macaque stared openly.

"...What?" Wukong asked.

"That's it?"

"For gods' sake-- what do you mean that's it?"

Swearing to every level of Diyu, Macaque squirmed out of his arms and towards the waves. "You read me like a goddamn book--"

"'Oh'! It's one word! What do you want, a poem?!"

"--I spent all night learning to make that disgusting, watery abomination of an egg recipe--"

"Hey! Don't diss the diet! It's pretty good when you stick with it for a couple centuries!"

"--And I'm stuck with this stupid mess of a body--" A gnarled root caught Macaque's leg, and he fought to untangle himself with all the strength of an adult-sized monkey. "and it's all-- ugh!-- thanks to you and your stupid eyes– Oof!" He fell to the floor in a heap, sending a cloud of sand flying.

Wukong blinked. "What was that?"

Macaque’s blush dusted the tips of his ears as he ripped the root from his ankle, mussed fur fluffing up with rage. "I said I love your eyes!"

He threw up his hands, exasperated. "I love your stupid, goofy grin! I love it when you laugh so hard you light up a room! I love it when you wear those– those ugly Hawaiian shirts! I love it when you leave them unbuttoned! I love how much you've changed! Sometimes I even love how much you've changed me! And I want you to say literally anything else because now you know I'm in love with you!"

Heaving gasps slowed to a stop. The shadow demon swore that Wukong had reverted back to stone. Slowly, carefully, he unclenched himself. He took one step. Then another. Bending down, Macaque could see Wukong's eyes sharpen, studying every crack and tear in his partner's face.

Macaque swallowed. "Whatever. It's not important. Forget I said any--"

His thoughts-- and breath-- were stolen from him with a pull of the collar. Warm lips connected, the sage’s feather light and gentle.

Nope, not a chance. Macaque didn't pour his heart out just to get a few drops. He wrapped his arms around his king's neck, deepening the kiss-- and sending them tumbling to the floor. For a brief moment, the pair stared at each other, wide eyed and stunned. Macaque's shadowy body hovered over the Monkey King. Splayed against foam that lapped at their side, dazed and panting for air.

Macaque snorted.

Wukong giggled.

Their laughing fit traveled through the ocean breeze.

"Well well well!" Macaque's head rested on his palms, spread flat against his chest. His tail swayed in the air, grown fangs flashing. "I didn't take you for the shy type."

"Ugh, no fair! You cheated." The sage pouted, "I can't help it if all your glamors are dropped. Next time you kiss a goddess, you tell me how it goes!"

It only took three-and-a-half seconds for the walking, talking deity to realize his mistake. Annoyance faded into embarrassment, eyes widening and fur fluffing. “Oh no.”

"Let’s see." His partner smirked, twirling a patch of golden fur around his claw. "How did it feel to kiss a goddess?"

He hummed a contemplative note, as if he were tasting the words in his mouth before speaking. "Eight out of ten."

Wukong bolted up so fast he nearly knocked Macaque off his perch, "Round two."

Macaque bit back a chuckle, "Peaches."

"I should have broken that scale, Mac! I'm a twelve at LEAST."

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