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acupoftaewithsomesuga · 1 month

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Cat and Mouse • San Choi

san x fem!reader

summary• on your routine Saturday game nights you and San get bored of the board games. San proposes the idea of playing a childish game of hide and seek.

warnings• Smut, passionate sex, dom! San, sub! Reader, boyfriend San, light BDSM (blindfold), pet names (daddy, babygirl, baby, princess), oral (f! receiving), overstimulation, breeding kink *let me know if i missed something*

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a/n• this is based on a dream about San I had a few nights ago. This story plays out word for word but instead, my alarm goes off when San finds me. Mind you my alarm is Crazy Form so all I heard was Hongjoong telling me to get up lmao. I hope you like this short smut! Please give me some requests girlies! My inbox is always open and you can also send in requests anonymously! I love y’all enjoy :)) masterlist💜

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“Once I hide I put this on?” you questioned as you held the black lace fabric in your hand, running your fingers through the pattern. You looked up waiting for San’s response but were met with a grin that defined his dimple. All you could do at the moment was giggle and shake your head. You knew what San was trying to do, but he had to work for you first. “Get in your hiding spot, cover your eyes, and listen to my voice,” San said, tapping his index finger on your nose, causing you to scrunch it. You nodded in agreement and stood up. “Close your eyes and start counting then Sannie,” you said, waiting for him to close his eyes so you could run off. San turned his back to you and placed his hands on his eyes. “20, 19, 18,...,” San counted down as you watched him closely, making sure he didn’t turn around to see what direction you were going in. You hurried and darted through the living room and to the kitchen. “14, 13, 12,...,” San’s voice echoed through the room as he shouted louder for you to hear. You made your way to the hallway and looked at your options carefully. You couldn’t hide in the bedroom that would be too obvious. The bathroom also wasn’t an option either. Nor the office since there isn’t anywhere to hide. “8,9,7,...,” You opened the door to the guest bedroom, shutting it softly. You then opened the closet door, closed it behind you, and sat on the floor. “4,3,2,..” You heard his muffled shouts as you took the blindfold in your hand, placing it on your eyes, and tying it tight from the back.

Your heart was racing as the house fell silent. All that you could hear in that moment was the thud of your heart. You heard San’s footsteps walk through the house as he was making a clicking sound with his mouth, as if he was calling for an animal. “Y/n-ah, where are you baby?” You heard him say from afar. You heard him get closer, it sounded like he was in the hallway. “Hmm. Which room would you go in? You wouldn’t be in the bedroom, that is too easy. And there isn't anywhere to hide in the bathroom or office. So you must be here.” You covered your mouth as the guest bedroom door swung open. You could hear his feet grave the carpet as he looked in the room. You heard him slide against the ground as he looked under the bed. He got back up off the floor and you heard an audible chuckle come from him that formed a shiver to run down your spine.

You felt the closet door swing open as the draft breezed through your whole body. “Found you babygirl.” his words cut through you like a knife causing you to whimper. “You look so precious like this baby, the black lace compliments your skin tone beautifully,” he expressed, reaching down and running his thumb against your cheek. “How did I get so lucky hmm?” he said, his face being close to yours. You felt your blood rush to your core at the thought of him fucking you while you were blindfolded. The thought of not knowing what he would do next turned you on drastically. His fingers then caressed your chin, pulling your head up. Even though you couldn’t see you could imagine his expression, him smirking and his eyes hooded at the sight of you. “Should we go to our room? Or do you want me to please you here in the guest room princess?” Your mind spiraled at his words. The thought of him having his way with you while you were blindfolded made you lightheaded. “In here please.” You said softly biting your bottom lip. You reached out, filling for his face and then cupping it. You pulled him closer and felt his lips against yours. Your lips danced along each other as your thumb caressed his cheek. A slight hum came from San as he pressed deeper into the kiss, loving how you tasted. The kisses were slow and sloppy causing a tint to form in San’s sweatpants. You loved how he was biting onto your bottom lip and holding your head up with his fingers. His actions were so simple yet so effective, causing you to whimper for more.

San chuckled and pulled away “What is it, sweetie? You can’t wait?” He teased, you pouting in response. You felt San’s thumb move from your chin to your lips, he pressed slightly against them. Involuntarily you parted your lips and let his thumb slide into your mouth. You suck softly as your eyes roll back thinking of his dick replacing his thumb. “Good girl,” he cooed, watching you desperately suck on his finger. He removed his thumb from your mouth and rubbed his fingertip over your lips, causing you to kiss them. You felt San’s arms wrap around your body as he pulled you up off your knees. He peppered kissing onto your face as he guided you around the room. His arms then wrapped around your butt as he lifted you from your feet. He held onto the back of your head with one hand and kept you steady with his other arm. You felt him lean forward and place you on the soft bed.

You could feel his presence towering over you and staring at you. You reached out and made contact with his biceps, running circles on his skin, feeling goosebumps form on his arm. “I love it when you touch me like that, so delicate,” San whispered in your ear, followed by his lips making contact with your neck. You felt his tongue run laps on your skin before kissing it, making a whimper escape your lips. He bit softly on your skin causing you to reach for his head, running your fingers through his hair. He saw this as an invitation to keep going, forming multiple hickeys along your neck. “San please baby, I need more,” you begged wanting him inside you, making you cum for him. “Hold on, be patient for me princess,” he responded, making you wine in disagreement. You felt San get up from on top of you and run his fingers down your side. You felt him pull up your shirt exposing your chest to him. You felt San’s fingers cup your chest followed by his thumb flicking your hard nipple causing you to moan loudly at the sudden sensation. “You’re so pretty for me baby.” The way he praised you made you squeeze your thighs together, feeling your juices seep through your panties.

You grabbed onto the sheets and his arm as he continued to tease you. He then leaned down, his tongue making contact with your other nipple. You moaned out and scrunched your eyebrows together, grabbing onto him tighter. Your pussy was throbbing, so ready to be touched to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. “D-daddy please,” you begged, wanting him to fill you up with his cock. All you could hear was the sound of his mouth smacking against your sensitive nipple, sending you over the edge. San removed himself from your chest and trailed kisses down your stomach, making contact with the hem of your shorts. In one swift movement, he pulled down both your shorts and panties, exposing you to the air. You feel his hands run up the backs of each thigh, moving your knees to your chest. “You're soaked babygirl, I can see you dripping,” he breathed, biting onto his bottom lip. You involuntarily grabbed onto the back of your knees, spreading your legs wide for San. “Good girl.” He heard him say as he looked at you with a smirk on his face. Your fingers dug into your skin as San reached for your sensitive core, lapping his fingers against your soaked pussy. He made direct eye contact with your body as he watched you squirm at his touch. His fingers ran from your entrance to your clit, causing his fingers to be coated with your juices.

San removed his fingers for a moment and you heard him hum, assuming that he put his fingers in his mouth to taste you. You felt San kiss your inner thigh followed by his lips and nose grazing your core. You could feel his breath against your skin, driving you insane. You felt his tongue spread your lips apart and flick against your sensitive clit causing a slight moan to escape your lips. His tongue slowly lapped circles around your throbbing clit as he looked up at you. Your lips were parted, your eyebrows were crunched together, and your nails were pressed against the back of your thighs. He started to flick his tongue at a fast pace causing you to arch your back. “San please,” you begged, wanting more from him. You then felt his lips wrap around your clit as he started to suck. A broken moan came from you as you felt your core throb with excitement. San kept alternating from flicking and sucking, sending your whole body into shock. His face was deep in your pussy and he was eating like he hasn't eaten in weeks. You could feel how eager he was to please you and that sent you into a spiral.

You reached for San’s head, pushing it down further into you, rocking your hips back and forth on his face. “Fuck you taste so good baby,” he said against you pussy causing you to whimper. “I don’t want to stop,” he breathed, pulling you closer to his face by your thighs. The slurping noises echoed through the room as San continued to suck on your sensitive clit. You bucked into his face as you felt yourself getting close to releasing. You tugged in his hair as his tongue rapidly flicked your clit, causing you to moan loudly. You were so close as you felt the knot in your core almost pop. “San- holy shit!” you screamed, releasing all over his face. You continued to moan as he sucked on your clit once again, causing your body to shake. You attempted to close your legs but San forced them open, lapping his tongue rapidly on your sensitive clit. You let out a loud moan, causing it to echo through the house. You let the pleasure consume you as San held your legs open and continued to suck on your pussy.

San removed himself from your core and watched as your body jerked from the overstimulation. You then felt him get off of the bed and heard his sweatpants slide down, the sound of the fabric ruffling and being thrown across the room. You felt yourself sink into the mattress as San climbed over you. Both of his hands were on either side of your head as he towered over you. You felt his lips make contact with yours, tasting yourself on his lips. You could feel how wet his face was as you placed your hands on his cheeks. You felt the tip of his dick touch your stomach, the precum dripping and landing on your skin. You both moaned into the kiss as you reached down and stroked his cock, running your thumb against his tip. “Fuck me please, I can’t wait any longer baby,” you whispered, pulling away from the kiss. With that, San placed one more kiss on your lips and moved his thighs under yours. “Anything for you babygirl,” he responded, rubbing his shaft against your core.

He took your legs and rested them on his shoulders, kissing them gently. San then pressed his tip inside of you, watching as your face changed. He looked down and watched as he trusted his dick inside of you, stretching you out. You threw your head back at the sudden feeling of him inside of you, clenching onto him. He let out a grunt trying hard not to instantly cum inside of you. “You are always so tight for me fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back. You nodded your head eagerly in agreement, followed by a slight whine. San then looked back down and grabbed into your thighs, starting to pump slowly into you. You felt his dick slide in and out, caressing your insides causing your head to spin. You were still sensitive from the overstimulation that you quickly felt a knot form in your core.

San could feel you getting tighter around him, signaling him to thrust faster into you. He increased the speed causing you to moan loudly and him to say your name. He pounded rapidly into you causing wet squelching noises to emanate from your pussy. The bed was squeaking violently, the headboard slamming into the wall. The room was filled with the loud smack of your skin making contact with his. Your fingers were gripping onto the sheets as you moaned his name loudly. You felt his hands caress your thighs as he fucked you, occasionally squeezing them. San couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful you looked like this. Your eyes blindfolded, you focusing on the feeling of him fucking you. Your mouth open, moaning his name along with broken moans. Your breast bouncing up and down as he rammed into you.

San was repeatedly hitting your g-spot causing you to squeeze tighter around him. You wanted to hold off from cumming for as long as possible but your body was being pushed into overdrive. San then suddenly moved your legs off of his shoulders, letting them fall to his side. He held onto you, putting his hands behind your back, lifting you up, and pulling you close to him. You were now on top of his lap as he thrusted into you. You placed your arms around his neck, propping yourself up. He buried his head into your neck, biting softly on your skin. He held onto your waist while his other hand rested on your back. The feeling of him fucking you in this position couldn’t be described. The way his dick was hitting your g-stop was incredible, feeling every inch of his dick deep inside of you. “I love you, baby,” he breathed as he thrusted up into you. You were lost for words but responded “I l-love you- Sannie.” Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you felt your orgasm coming. “San- fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You yelled, feeling like you were going to explode. “Cum for me baby, cum all over me,” he breathed as your pussy clenched tighter around him. “SAN!” you moaned, throwing your head back as you came. You felt your core twitch around him as he continued to thrust slowly into you. You started to grind slowly against him, making his tip kiss your cervix.

You were both breathing rapidly as you grinded against him, making sure he didn’t pull out of you. You removed your arms from around San’s neck and reached for your blindfold. You untied it and let it fall from your eyes, wincing at the sudden brightness of the room. You looked at him and saw his beautiful smile looking back at you. His hair was wet and messy and beads of sweat were rolling down his cheek. You caressed his cheek with your thumb and kissed him passionately. You looked down at the blindfold on the bed and picked it up. You took the blindfold and wrapped it around San’s eyes, tying it in the back. “It’s your turn baby,” you whispered in his ear. You kissed on his neck softly as he ran his hand across your back. He hummed as your teeth latched onto his skin, sending a vibration through you. You got up slightly so San could lay his legs down flat, instead of resting on his knees.

Once he was sitting on the bed you pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him down on the mattress. You ran your hands down his arms and guided his hands to your waist. He held you tight as you started to grind against him. You put your hand on his chest and started to bounce up and down. You saw him bite his lower lip and his eyebrows scrunch together. “Fuck, so good,” San moaned, gripping onto your hips tighter. “Just for you Daddy,” you breathed, looking at how sexy he looked like this. “I want you to fill your princess up, show me how much cum you can fill me with,” you demanded as you bounced faster on his dick. San dug his hands further into your skin as he moaned your name. You clenched yourself around him tighter watching him lay his head back as long moans escaped his lips. “Just like that baby,” he moaned, moving his hand to rub your thigh.

San was moaning and grunting loudly, they were piercing through the walls. The bed was creaking as you rode him faster, watching how he reacted. You felt him twitch inside you signaling that he was close to cumming. You saw him grab onto the sheets as his mouth fell wide open. “Cum in me daddy,” you moaned, leaning down and kissing his cheek. “Y/N!” he moaned as you felt warm liquid fill your pussy up. You slowed down as you felt him jerk under you. You could feel his cum run down your thigh as you removed him from inside you.You then laid on his chest and moved his wet strains away from his face. You felt his heartbeat as you ran circles on his chest with your finger tips. “Sannie, are you okay?” you asked, looking up at him. You reached your hands up and unraveled the blindfold off his eyes. You both made direct contact with each other and smiled. He wrapped his arm around you and placed a kiss on your lips. “We should play hide and seek more often,” he laughed, causing you to roll your eyes and giggle as well. “As long as you are hiding next time,” you said, booping his nose with your fingertip.

#ateez #atiny #san ateez #san smut #ateez smut #san x reader #kpop #kpop smut

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ilwonuu · 11 days

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hiii love all of your work btw!!

hear me out please!, this might be a long one😭

okay so you and jaehyun (or whatever idol you may want to use) are best friends. and have been since childhood! your a dancer and he’s a idol so your schedules are complicated. your very close with each other’s families. so one day you visit his mom like usual and surprisingly he is there with his group visiting home too, which you didn’t know he was visiting. you guys are excited to see each other and everyone can see your chemistry ( you get introduced to everyone) but you guys say y’all are “best friends” even his family see it. y’all flirt. (a lot) boom spend the night smut and boom😭😭😭.

(ik it’s a lot i’m sorry😭)

thank u for saying u enjoy my work ily<3 NO NO ITS NOT A LOT ITS OERFECT KSJSHA,,, i love this idea and of course i love rhis idea with jaehyun ehehshs!! i hope u enjoy,,, thank youu for requesting <3

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⤑ jeong jaehyun

𖤓 pairing- best friends to lovers, idol!jaehyun x nonidol!femreader, softdom!jae x sub!reader, established friendship

𖤓 warnings- lots of cringe flirting, kissing, fingering(f receiving), dirty talk, slight smut heheheheh(dw lmk if you want another smut part), lmk what else<333

𖤓 a/n- hiiiii im fulfilling my lovely anon’s ask!!! im so happy that u requested something!! i based this fic off of some of the lyrics from this song<3 thank u for reading🙃🙃

you almost cry after finding out about your 4 days off. you’ve been working yourself to the core with dancing. of course it’s something you love but you really need a break. you decide to go your best friends house. you know he isn’t going to be be there but it’s fine because you’re just as close with his family. his mother always being there for you whenever you needed. today you could use the company. you knock on the door a couple times waiting for her to open the door. to your surprise your very handsome best friend opens the door with a big smile.

“get in here.” he pulls you into a big hug. “jae? you didn’t tell me you were free!” you roll your eyes at him, letting go of him to greet his mother. you hug her with a smile. “i came to see you.” you smile getting comfortable a little more. you wave to the other guys in the room. “hi guys! i’m y/n nice to finally meet you all. i’ve heard a lot.” jaehyun smiles as he introduces each of the members to you.

“yea we have heard a lot too!” haechan smirks at you and jaehyun, causing johnny and mark to snicker at him. “you’re so pretty!” jungwoo says after you compliment his outfit. you smile knowing that you two will be great friends. exchanging numbers with the guys as you and jaehyun basically have the same friends. jaehyun pulls your attention back to him when he grabs your hand.

“so you guys are friends?” yuta asks looking as you guys intensely. “yea- best friends.” you smile at jaehyun. they see right through what you guys are telling yourselves. “definitely.” doyoung says as he laughs at how red jaehyun got at the question. “okay! are you guys hungry?” mrs. jeong cuts the silence with a smile.

after dinner, you and jaehyun spent the night watching your favorite childhood movies laughing and fucking flirting. how could you not flirt with the boy? it’s hard having a hot best friend (a lot of people suffer from this!!!) he has you in his arms as he mindlessly rubs your sides. you are melting in his arms. “i missed you.” he says taking your attention from the movie.

“i missed you more jae.” you smile at him. he blushes hard at the gesture. “no like i seriously couldn’t wait to see you. i couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he holds you tighter. “ew you’re being cheesy all of a sudden.” you playfully push him away. “shut up you love it baby.” you choke on your spit. baby?? what the fuck he never calls you baby. obviously because you guys are just friends,,,,definitely! “im just messing with you.” he smiles at you innocently.

“you’re annoying.” he shakes his head. “you don’t really think so, you like me too much.” he kisses your cheek and at first it seems sweet until he moves his kisses down your jaw. “is this okay?” your breath hitches as he holds you in place. “jaehyun- what are you doing?” you look at him nervously. “tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop right now.” he rubs your side gently. “no- i want this.” you nod at him and he smiles.

“relax baby.” he helps you out of your shorts leaving you in just your panties. your back is against his chest as you rest between his legs. “look at me- good girl.” he smiles at you pulling you to kiss him. “i’ve wanted you like this for so long.” his voice is quiet as it leaves his lips. he’s been trying to ignore his feelings as were you. anyone could see that you guys were more than friends.

“kiss me again.” you sighed against his chest. he chuckles a little kissing your cheek before turning your head to kiss your lips. you moan into the kiss as your legs spread. his hand snakes to your thighs rubbing it gently.

“jaehyun- touch me.” you whisper to him. he nods at you pecking your lips. you grab his hand to move it higher against your thigh. he just smirks at you teasingly. “you’ve been thinking about this for a while huh baby? my hands touching you like this?” he teases as he moves your panties to the side.

“look at how wet you are just from me talking to you.” you nod shamelessly laying your head back on him. you feel one of his fingers sink into your aching cunt. “dirty girl, you are soaking.” he smirks at you as he adds another finger inside of you. “feels so good.” you sigh at the feeling. he scissors his fingers inside of you making you moan out his name. “mm jaehyun-“ you start to squirm as you get closer to your high.

“yea, you gonna cum baby?” he kisses your neck as he curls his fingers. you cum undone on his fingers with a sigh. “fuck you’re perfect.” he pulls you into a kiss. “do best friends finger each other?” jaehyun asks with a laugh causing you to roll your eyes at him. “you ruined the moment.” he smirks at you. “come here baby.” he pulls you into his arms before smothering you in kisses. “i want you to be my girlfriend, not my best friend.”

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct 127 #nct u

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luvjunie · 7 months

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hiii!!!

i was wondering if you can do some miles earth 1610 and earth 42 miles head canons if they were your older brother??

btw I love ur work <333

in which miles is your older brother and your favorite hobby is annoying the shit out of him

the brief mention of Jeff can be present or past, meaning this can be interpreted as 1610 or 42. don’t think it needs to be mentioned but y’all are siblings in this au so it’s obviously platonic lmfao

“Miles!” you sang delightfully on your way to his room, nearly skipping with the excitement of aggravating your older sibling. “Dear, sweet ‘ole brother of mine~”

“Nope, leave me alone.”

His voice, sounding just a tad deeper than it did last week, echoed from down the hall as you approached.

Miles was already up from his bed and on the way to close his door, but you somehow beat him there and leaned your shoulder against the frame. A proposition was eminent in your demeanor, and it made his top lip turn up in distaste.

“Hey Milesy. What’s up?”

He crossed his arms. “You stopped calling me that when you were six.”

Perhaps you were laying it on a little thick, but you’d already gotten this far, so you played on.

“And? Maybe… I’m feeling… nostalgic.” you shrugged.

“Spell nostalgic.” He challenged smugly.

“Anyways!” You abruptly changed the subject with a cheeky grin, the dissimilarity in your expressions comical. “Wanna do me a teeny-tiny favor?”

He couldn’t have shot you down faster.

“Absolutely not. I’d rather use the bathroom after Dad.”

You cringed at the thought. Was he that unwilling?

“Why not?”

“Are you crazy?” Miles gawked. “I got my door taken off the hinges the last time you asked for a ‘teeny-tiny favor’,” he quoted the words with his fingers. “Get somebody else to do it—“

“Wait!” You foiled his sudden attempt to shut his door by using your right foot to stop it— the foot in question, currently clad in a fuzzy, christmas themed sock.

It was the middle of April. But that wasn’t important.

Miles’ hazel eyes agitatedly narrowed at you between the small gap you’d managed to keep open. You both knew he could easily close his door if he really tried, but he didn’t want to hurt you. Though he was considering it.

“Pleaaaseee?” Hands clasped to accompany your begging, you whined at him in a tone that made him grimace.

“Y/n, what did I just say?” He grumbled. “No escuchas. (you don’t listen). It’s like you were born without ears or something.”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you for!”

He shook his head, “I don’t need to!Knowing you, it’s something stupid.”

Making his way to the kitchen, Miles immediately recognized the scent on the hoodie you were wearing when he brushed past your shoulder.

It was the one you’d bought him last year as a birthday gift. He hadn’t noticed it was missing until now, and after it being in your possession for God knows how long, the remnants of his cologne were now drowned out by some tooty-fruity ass body spritz that had his head hurting.

“And stop wearing my clothes, dude. You always give ‘em back smelling like Victoria Body Works and argon oil. That’s if you even give them back.”

Yeah, ‘Victoria Body Works’ was definitely not a thing.

Hot on his heels like a cold that medicine just couldn’t kick, your brows pinched together while you accompanied him through the empty apartment on what you assumed was a search for food.

“It’s Victoria’s secret, dumbass. This how I know you ain’t got hoes.”

“Who?” Miles quirked a brow as he sifted through the snack cupboard for a box of something to demolish in an hour.

“You-“

“—Asked. Bozo.”

“Wow,” you scoffed, a deadpan look on your face when you went to rest your elbows on the granite counter top. “You’re actually ancient.”

Miles was only two years your senior, but he acted like an old head, and that was probably the fault of your Uncle Aaron. He’d spent more time with that man than he did in his own room, which was shocking to say the least.

Miles’ eyes lit up when he discovered a hidden gem tucked into a back corner. “Yo, you gonna eat these honeybuns?”

“You gonna do me a favor?” you shot back, head tilted with the confidence of your incredible advantage over him.

Miles kissed his teeth. He had an immense sweet tooth, and you of all people knew he could never deny sugar.

“Dude, this same box has been sitting in here since last month. Which I know personally, because mom sent me out to get them. Meaning your tubby-ass forgot about these at least two weeks ago!”

Your jaw dropped in shock. “I am not tubby!”

“Tubby is a mindset. Now can I have ‘em or nah?”

You paused to think. “Depends.”

“On?” he encouraged impatiently as you toyed with the hemming of your sleeve.

“When asked where I’m at, around…Let’s say,” you chewed on your thoughts. “Six pm tomorrow— and I know you’ll be asked— say I’m at Isabella’s.”

Miles gave you a skeptical look. “And where are you really gonna be?”

He doubted he wanted to know the specifics on why he needed to lie for you, but he thought to ask anyway. You were his little sister after all, at least one person needed to know where you were.

“Nunya.” you mumbled.

“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Miles squinted, fingers pinching either side of the honey bun’s plastic in preparation to open it.

Rolling your lips under your teeth, you awkwardly shifted your position so your back was leaned on the counter instead, and spoke cautiously as you ogled the lifting of a few floorboards.

“Maybe… But we’re just gonna-“

“Alright, alright. I got you. I’on need details.” Miles scooped the entire box of his well-earned treats into the cradle of his arm, then reached the other over your head to close all the cupboards he’d previously opened.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You stole the opportunity to trap Miles in a quick hug, tightly squeezing your arms around his torso on purpose because you knew how much it annoyed him. He never did grow out of being ticklish.

“Yeah, yeah. Move,” voice muffled as he was mid-bite, Miles separated you from him with two, rudely-stiff fingers to the middle of your forehead, then started back to the room he rarely left, somehow grabbing the entire jug of apple juice off the counter on his way.

He called out to you without turning back around.

“But if you not back by 9, I swear I’m snitching. I need my door, trust.”

Your face screwed into one of disgust at the implication. “Ewww bro, you’re gross!”

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡#across the spiderverse headcanons #miles morales fanfiction #atsvplatonic #miles morales x sister!reader #miles morales headcanons #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse fanfiction #miles morales drabble #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x reader

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ilovepedro · 4 months

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birthday girl | frankie morales x plus size latina reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~3.5k

Summary: It’s your birthday, and Frankie celebrates his favorite girl.

Warnings: established relationship, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all!!!), oral (f receiving), fluff, pet names (princesa, bebita, querida, hermosa, baby, etc), Frankie being in love, slightest hint of insecure reader, reader is female, reader is plus sized, reader is Latina, but no mention of hair type/skin color/height, reader understands Spanish, NO USE OF Y/N, translations available at the end.

A/N: it’s my birthday meaning this is completely 100% self-indulgent lol no other reason behind this. i wrote it with me (a plus size latina) in mind, but i hope you can still find relatability in it! y’all know Frankie is one of my favorite P boys, and i’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. shoutout to @mandoisapunk for hyping me up to post this one ilysm <333 anyway, happy frankie friday!! i hope y’all enjoy!! i’m off to pamper myself, then get plastered at the club 🪩💃 this was written very quickly. not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

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Daylight peeks through the blinds, bleeding through the curtains. A gloomy morning, typical around this time of year. Stirring in the sheets, you feel around for your boyfriend. Instead, you’re met with cold sheets on his unmade side of the bed.

He must’ve been up a while ago.

You swipe your phone from your nightstand, catching a glimpse at the time while unlocking it.

10am. He’s definitely been up for a while.

Frankie is an early riser, waking with the sun. While you prefer to sleep in as much as you can, being a night owl and borderline insomniac.

Rubbing your eyes, you scroll and respond to the birthday texts you received throughout your sleep. A few missed calls, you make note to call them back later.

Sitting up, you stretch and let out a yawn. The urge to crawl back under the covers grows strong as the chilly air hits your skin. Just as you’re about to get out of bed, you hear those unmistakable footsteps.

The door gently swings open, there stands your Frankie - beaming with a tray in hand.

“Happy birthday, hermosa,” he says through his dopey grin as he walks towards the bed, balancing your breakfast. You let out a soft hum, touched by the sweet gesture.

“Babyyy, you didn’t.”

“But I did. And I don’t want to hear any complaints, it’s your day, let me spoil you.”

“But you always sp-,”

“Ah ah! Let me spoil you, bebita. It’s what you deserve. I even made your favorite,” he says, setting the tray down in front of you. A tiny gasp bubbles over your lips.

“Frankieeee,” you whine, bottom lip jutted out as tears well in your eyes.

It’s a simple meal, nothing extravagant, but not one you make too often with how time consuming it can be. Your favorite childhood breakfast - chorizo con huevo y frijoles and homemade tortillas - one your abuelita would cook on the mornings you went to her house as a little girl.

You’d told him about it one morning when he found you downstairs making tortillas from scratch to go with breakfast. A labor of love from both of you, as you taught him the same way your abuelita had shown you - a way to honor her legacy.

He remembered.

“You remembered,” you whisper, voice wobbly as you’re overwhelmed with the simple, sweet gesture. Glossy eyes meeting his soft gaze.

“Of course, baby. I remember everything you tell me,” he says, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your head.

“How did you make the tortillas?” you ask.

He chuckles, sitting down beside you.

“I told you, I remember everything you tell me,” he says while fishing out a crumpled up index card and placing it in your hands. It’s got all your abuelita’s instructions, measurements, and ingredients scribbled on it in his chicken scratch.

He’d written everything down.

“Wrote it all down after that morning. It took some trial and error, and they’re nowhere near as perfect as yours and your abuelita’s, but…”

“I- Frankie…” you sigh, tears pricking your eyes as you’re nearly rendered speechless. Cupping his face softly in one hand.

“This is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you,” you sniff, a stray tear cascading down your cheek as you smile at him through watery eyes.

He swipes his thumb on your cheek, wiping away your tear.

“Of course, baby.”

You capture his lips in a languid, sweet kiss. Sighing into each other as you wrap a hand around his neck, carding your fingers through his hair. Frankie cupping the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

Parting for air, he rests his forehead against yours - toothy grins adorning your faces.

“Come on, princesa. Eat before it gets cold.”

The two of you share breakfast in bed before getting ready for the day.

Frankie spends the rest of the day spoiling you - taking you to a surprise nail appointment he’d booked. He’d headed home unbeknownst to you, setting up something else.

He picked you up, and the two of you landed in Barnes & Noble. Letting you go rampant, Frankie bought every book you wanted. He’d tucked them away safely in his trunk, reminding himself to take them out in the morning. You’d both decided to grab some dinner before heading out to the bars with some friends.

The bars are loud, particularly this karaoke bar. Although he despises karaoke, his love for you trumps his disdain. Seeing you sing your heart out on stage with your friends - the people who always show up for you - makes his heart swell. Your happiness is his.

Frankie nurses a glass of whiskey the entire night, allowing you to have your fun with everyone. He can sense your exhaustion, your telltale yawn is his silent cue that it’s time to call it a night.

Bidding everyone good night, you and Frankie walk hand-in-hand to his truck. Heading home after a day well spent. Giddiness radiating from both of you on the drive home, excited to finally have some privacy.

You two could barely keep your hands off each other the second you stepped out of the truck. Both of you stumble into the house, giggling through the tender kisses. Frankie tosses the truck keys onto the table in the foyer and flicks on the lamp before cupping your face again. Both of you refuse to part for air as he attempts to stealthily guide you into the living room.

Something brushes against your head, making you break away and whip your head around. A soft gasp is punched from your lungs, your eyes glimmering at the sight in front of you.

Balloons hang throughout the living room leading into the kitchen as a bouquet of flowers sits on the coffee table. Frankie grabs your hand, pulling you out of your trance, weaving through the trail of balloons as he leads you into the kitchen. Tears well in your eyes at the gesture. A small cake in your favorite color sits on the table, next to a card and another vase of flowers - tulips specifically, your favorite flowers.

He fishes for a lighter in his pocket, showing you how prepared he was for this moment. Lighting the candles, he pulls you into his embrace, your back flushed against his chest.

“Surprise, princesa,” he whispers. A watery chuckle bubbles from within your chest, sniffling while he softly sings his own rendition of ‘happy birthday’ in your ear as he sways you side to side. The glow from the candles illuminating the blinding smile on your face.

“Make a wish, birthday girl,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss to the shell of your ear.

You close your eyes, wishing for this love, this life with him for eternity. Leaning forward slightly, you blow out the candles before falling back into Frankie’s arms. He gives you a gentle squeeze before turning you around to face him.

Gently kissing you, you yelp in surprise when he swipes frosting on your nose.

“Couldn’t resist, sorry, bebita. Que le muerda,” he says with a wink. Playfully scolding him, you reach behind you to scoop frosting on your fingers and smear it on his cheek.

Frankie smirks, “Oh you think that’s funny?” You nod, snickering as you lick your fingers. He reaches for the cake, gathering more frosting on his fingers. Smearing it all along your lips and chin, you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Normally, you hate the tradition of taking a bite of the cake - it usually leads to having your whole face smashed into it, makeup ruined. But with Frankie, it’s not done with malice, not done to embarass you. It’s playful, fun - like the life you’ve built with each other.

Before you can retaliate, Frankie swoops in and slots your lips together. The sugar from the frosting combined with the glass of whiskey he had at the bar makes for a full-bodied kiss. Giggling like a pair of school kids, you and Frankie clean each other up with some paper towels.

"You missed a spot, bebita," he says, gesturing to the bottom of your lip.

"Oh!" You swipe your lip. "Did I get it?"

He grins. "Almost. Let me help you, hermosa," he says before crashing his lips onto yours.

Shared laughter resumes as he guides you into the living room, never letting your lips part. He accidentally bumps into the coffee table as he moves onto the couch. He smiles into the kiss as you laugh at his clumsiness. He plops down, grabbing your hips and tugging you onto his lap.

His large, rough hands squeezing your plush thighs before giving your ass a firm squeeze. Eliciting a surprised hum from you, you part from him with heavy eyes and a dopey smile. Frankie mirroring your expression.

“You have a good day today, baby?” He asks softly, timidly awaiting your answer.

You fervently nod. “The best. Thank you so much, baby - for this, for everything.” You say, gesturing to his hard work.

“Of course, bebita. Least I could do,” he rasps against your skin, littering kisses along your neck. A content sigh leaves your lips, basking in the love he showers you in daily.

“Baby?”

He hums in response.

“When did you find the time to even do all this?” You ask, carding your fingers through his hair as you straddle him, his lips still connected to your throat. He lifts his head, locking eyes with you.

“Did it all this afternoon while you got your nails done. I bought all the balloons and blew ‘em up on my lunch break yesterday and just kept ‘em all at work. The flowers, I went right after I dropped you off at your appointment to get them before I went to pick up the balloons and your cake from my fridge at work. Knew I could surprise you one day,” he explains with a wink.

You feel your heart grow 10 sizes bigger, a swarm of butterflies flutter throughout your tummy.

He’d done all this for you.

Tears sting your eyes again, a soft smile on your face - one only reserved for him.

“Frankie,” you whine in protest, your gaze shifting to the side as guilt floods you.

As if he can read your mind, Frankie grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Uh uh. I don’t want to hear it. I wanted to do this for you. It’s your special day. Now I know this day isn’t the easiest for you, but I want to make it easy. I want to make everyday easy, the same way you make loving easy. You deserve the whole world and more. And I’ll work everyday to give it to you. Let me celebrate my favorite day, my perfect girl. Because on this day those years ago, the world got brighter. And 2 years ago, my world did too.”

Overwhelmed by his devotion, you shamelessly let your tears fall. Love seeping from your eyes and onto your cheeks, Frankie draws you in gently. Kissing you with such tenderness, cradling your face as if you were the most delicate diamond in the universe, your cheeks wetting his. He pulls back, swiping those tears, mirroring each other's small smiles.

“I love you, bebita,” he says, his voice hushed and husky.

“I love you too, Frankie. Thank you for today, for all of this, baby. This was the best birthday I’ve ever had, all thanks to you. You always make me feel so loved, and I hope you know just how much I love you. Eres el amor de mi vida,” you choke out.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything and everything for you, princesa. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. I do know how much you love me, you show me everyday, bebita. I’ve got you, baby. Always. Eres mi amor, mi luz, mi vida, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. Eres mi todo. Te amo mucho, con todo mi corazón, bebita,” he whispers against your lips.

Melding your lips together, your combined hums ring in the air as you vehemently consume one another.

He shifts his grip to your thighs, tightening his hold on you as he rises to his feet.

“Frankie, stop! I’m too heavy, you’re gonna hurt your back!” You yelp as he carries you up the stairs, the whispers of insecurity creep into your head.

“Hush, bebita. My back is fine. I’ve never thrown it out any of those other times I carried you before, and I’m not about to start now. You’re never too heavy. ‘Sides, how many times have I tossed your sexy ass around in bed? Hm?” He asks as he turns the corner, leading you to your shared room.

He immediately rids your mind of any insecurities as he’s met with your silence. Bashfulness coursing through your veins as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck..

“Exactly. That's what I thought,” he says as he kicks the door open, tossing you onto the bed. You yelp as you bounce in the air, Frankie’s pupils dilate - blown black and wide.

Your head resting on a pillow with dress ridden up your thighs, exposing your panties to him as your breasts nearly spill over the low neckline.

He pulls your shoes off, his following suit as tosses them off to the side. Snaking his hands up your thighs, he grabs the hem of your tights.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he warns before yanking them down, tearing them in the process. It’s unbelievably feral, how swiftly he ripped the tights in two. You gasp as another wave of arousal pools in between your thighs.

He hovers over you, hands trailing up your tummy and cupping your breasts. He captures your lips in his, patience thrown to the wind as his tongue invades your mouth. Sucking in your bottom lip between his teeth, you moan as he bites down. The slight sting only sending more slick to seep from your weeping cunt.

You eagerly fumble with the hem of his shirt as you moan into his mouth. His chest rumbles with a small chuckle, before parting from your lips. He quickly yanks it over his head and tosses it to the floor, refocusing on your lips.

He snakes his hands down to your waist where your dress is bunched up. Slowly raking it up your body, you lift yourself up so he can pull it off you. Frankie licks his lips. He knew you’d been wearing one of his favorite lacy bras, but it’s such a sight for him every time.

Sloppy kisses are exchanged while he slickly maneuvers to unhook your bra, lifting you slightly and discarding it on the floor. He kisses down your bare breasts, sucking a nipple in his mouth while he fiddles with his belt. Frankie releases your nipple with a lewd pop and shucks off his jeans and briefs, his hard cock throbbing.

Both of you bared naked, on display for each other.

“So fucking beautiful, baby. The most beautiful woman on Earth,” he rasps, nearly to himself.

Heat radiates throughout your body, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears and a fire simmering in your belly as he slides down to position himself in front of your bare sex.

Frankie insatiably licks his lips, feasting his eyes on your glistening folds. As if he’s about to devour the finest meal. He peppers kisses along your soft thighs, making you twitch under his grasp.

Your clit throbs, aching for attention. Whining, your hips buck up into his face as he presses a tender kiss to your mound.

“I got you, bebita,” he whispers against your core. He dives in, tongue licking languid stripes up your folds. Frankie groans at the taste, something he’ll never get enough of.

Flicking your clit combined with the vibrations of his groans draws out a high-pitched moan from you, your head sinking further into the pillow. His tongue prods your entrance, slurping up your slick.

“S-so fucking good, Frankie. A-always so f-fucking good to me,” you keen as the flames in your belly fan into a fully-fledged fire. Panting and whimpering, you squirm beneath his hold as he relentlessly flicks your pearl.

He grips your thighs tighter as he suckles your clit between his lips, humming into you. Stars burst behind your eyes as you're engulfed by your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, Frankie! I’m gonna-,”

You're cut off by a never-ending stream of moans, babbling incoherently about how good Frankie is. Tugging on his hair as you fall over the edge.

He lets out an animalistic groan as he laps at your slick, slurping up every last drop. Savoring the tangy sweetness seeping from your aching cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste. He takes great pleasure in getting you off.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body, glistening in the warm glow of the room. Frankie presses a chaste kiss to your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze before towering over you.

Your eyes heavy and glossed over with bliss. Whimpering into him as he presses his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Sweeter than any fucking cake, bebita,” he jokes, getting a giggle out of you. You bring him down to meet your lips again. Humming as you feel his hard length graze against your bare sex.

Precum weeps from his tip, lightly smearing on your mound. A soft moan slips from you as Frankie lines his cock up with your pussy. He swirls the tip around your mound, gathering your slick on his cock as he teasingly prods your entrance.

“Frankieee, please. Need you inside me,” you whine, rutting your hips seeking relief.

“Relax, hermosa. Like I said, I got you.”

He slowly slips inside, your dripping pussy welcoming him in with ease. Your walls flutter around him, adjusting to his size. Moaning in tandem as he slides home, bottoming out. He’s so big, he’s already kissing your cervix.

You clench around him, panting as the sting from the stretch of his cock morphs into pleasure. Frankie lets out a moan, huffing as he tries to keep his composure.

“Don’t do that, baby. Or else it’ll be over before it even started,” he grunts above you.

“Then how about you fuck me, Morales? ‘S my birthday, I want you - need you, baby,” you whine.

“Oh I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna have you fucking stumbling all over the place after this,” he slurs, nearly drunk on just being inside your warm walls.

Without preamble, he swiftly draws his hips back before slamming into you. You unabashedly scream, not caring that your neighbors will probably hear you.

Your noises drive Frankie wild, spurring him on to bring you to your orgasm. His pace picks up, unrelenting as he cants his hips into yours - pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust as he hovers above you.

His chest brushes against yours as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“Feel good, bebita? Huh? Feel me here, in your stomach?” He taunts, pressing down on your stomach as he punches your g-spot. The added pressure makes the coil in your belly tighten, burning white hot as he fucks in and out of you.

“Answer me, baby,” he growls against your lips, the angle he’s at hitting that spot just right.

“Y-Yes, Frankie! Feels s-sooo fucking g-good! Gonna feel you for d-days,” you shriek, hiccupping as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Squeezing around him as your second orgasm rapidly approaches.

“That’s right, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good, so fucking tight. I could live between these fucking thighs. Like you were made for me,” he babbles, moaning as you clench around him.

“Made for you, Frankie. Only you,” you whisper, the air being punched from your lungs with every thrust.

“Cum for me, bebita. Dámelo, wanna see your gorgeous face when you soak my cock. Come on, baby,” he grunts, holding out on his orgasm - set on making you cum first.

His words toss you over the edge. The coil snapping in your belly as you writhe beneath him, riding out your orgasm, gushing all over his cock.

“Fuck yes, bebita. Good girl, good fucking girl,” Frankie grits as he continues to fuck you through your high. His own orgasm not far behind.

“Cum, Frankie, f-fill me up, baby, please!” You beg breathlessly as you come down from your high.

He moans, chasing his high as he ruts into you. Moaning in tandem as he fills you with his load. Both of you sticky and clammy, covered in sweat and cum. He topples over you, caging you in between his broad biceps.

Small lingering kisses trail along your neck as you bask in each other's proximity and warmth. The post-coital bliss sinking in. You wrap your arms around his taut back, running your fingers through his disheveled curls.

“Love you so much, Frankie," you whisper into his ear.

“Love you so much more, princesa."

Translations:

Que le muerda - bite it

Eres el amor de mi vida - you are the love of my life

Eres mi amor, mi luz, mi vida, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. - you are my love, my light, my light, my moon and all my stars. You are my everything

Eres mi todo - you are my everything

Te amo mucho, con todo mi corazón, bebita - I love you so much, with all my heart, baby girl.

Dámelo - give it to me

hehehehe can you tell Frankie is rotting my brain?

this was definitely my most vulnerable piece yet, as it contains aspects authentic to me so i was very nervy to post. like i said, i hope you found some relatability, and enjoyed!

anyway, happy frankie friday!! thank you so much for reading!! 🩷

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athena-writes-i-guess · 1 year

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hiii can you do one where eddie won’t stop blowing raspberries when he and the reader are trying to cuddle? i love your fics <333

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I know it’s been awhile! But I have been working on this one for a bit, I loved it so much I wanted to get it out for y’all! I really hope you like it!

“Hey, baby! Welcome home!” Eddie said as you walked through your apartment door. His eyes crinkled with happiness as a large smile broke on his face as he shot up from the couch and bounded over to you.

It was new, the two of you living together, Eddie had just moved in a few weeks ago and every day when you got home from work and saw him, you wished you had asked him sooner. See, you had this routine already; you get home from work about an hour after him, exhausted, and he without failing would take you into your bedroom to cuddle for as long as you wanted. All day you had been daydreaming of finally being in his arms again and you felt a smile break on your face knowing now you finally would.

“Hey Eds.” You said, relieved, as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I missed you baby.” He said, leaving a kiss in your hair. He didn’t miss the dreamy, content, sigh you let out as he did. “Sweetheart, you seem like you need some lovin’. Wanna go lay in bed for a little while?”

“Please?” You said, clinging to him tightly as he chuckled out an “Of course” and squeezed you. He pulled back after a moment, sending you a smile before placing a tender kiss on your lips, bumping your nose playfully as he pulled away.

“Mmm, been wanting to do that all day. Come on sweet thing.” He said, leading you to the bedroom.

He helped you change into something more comfortable, sending you flirty looks the entire time as he peppered your skin with light kisses. He looked at you fondly, taking you in as you stood in his old Hellfire Club shirt and a pair of his boxers.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you in my clothes baby.” He admitted as he placed his hands on your hips, rubbing light circles into them as he led you to your bed.

You giggled lightly as you fell back on the mattress before moving to the middle of the bed to make room for your boyfriend. “C’mere gorgeous.” He said once he got himself comfortable, his arms wide open for you.

You sighed dreamily, almost in relief, once you settled into his arms. You buried your face in his neck, his long curls tickling your skin as you breathed in the scent of your own shampoo. “I just like yours better babe.” He’d always say. Little did you know it was so he could be reminded of you when you were away.

As you melted into the moment you felt the neck of your shirt get pulled down carefully, exposing your shoulder to the metalhead who started leaving feather light kisses on your skin. “Eddie that tickles.” You said with a small laugh.

“Oh does it? Sorry sweetness. What about this?” He said, you could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed them to your neck and blew a loud raspberry.

Eddie basked the squeal of laughter you let out as he blew raspberry after raspberry across your neck and shoulder, completely drunk off the sound.

“Eddie! Eddie! Stop please!” You gasped out between your laughter. Eddie stopped his assault and looked at you, his big brown eyes shining with so much love and adoration that you almost forgot why you stopped him and somehow missed the mischievous grin on his plush lips.

“What’s up baby? I thought we were having a nice cuddle session.” He said, cocking his head innocently to the side.

You glared at him jokingly, “That wasn’t cuddling!”

“What do you mean babe? We were just holding each other.” He said with a shit-eating grin.

“You know what I mean, Eddie Munson!” You said with a playful roll of your eyes. “The raspberries?”

“What? This?” He asked before attacking your neck again, his lips finding anywhere he could as you giggled and rocked in his embrace.

He pulled back a minute as you gasped for air, a big smile mirrored on both of your faces.

“Eddie!” You chuckled, pushing him lightly as he clung to you. “Why’d you do that?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders with a sweet smile, “I just wanted to hear you laugh sweetheart.” Your heart jumped at that, “Seemed like you really needed it.”

You’d admit, you did feel a hell of a lot better now, “Thank you sweet boy.” You smiled up at him. It was now Eddie’s turn to get distracted at the way you looked at him, like he was everything you ever wanted. “I love you Eds.” You said before capturing his lips with yours, catching him almost by surprise.

“I love you too beautiful.” He said, dazed by the affection as you broke the kiss. You went to pull back when you felt him cling to you even more. “Wait, come back.” He smiled as he found your lips again, kissing you silly.

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jermer10 · 4 months

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TF2 relationship hcs + miss pauling

suggestive, gn reader | silly romantic hcs

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout:

- the most emotionally immature out of all the mercs, also the most inexperienced with dating so he can get pretty jealous over stupid things - a demo flirts with you? dead. a medic pockets you for too long? whoops didn’t see that enemy sorry medic. god forbid another scout even breathes in your direction - ironically he used you to make Pauling jealous and eventually realised he actually likes YOU (fake dating trope my beloved) - non-stop rambles about you to his ma, when she meets you she’s already calling you her child in law - dates with scout usually consist of going to baseball games or getting lunch together, he’s pretty simple and won’t plan anything too extravagant unless it’s an occasion (with spy’s help ofc) - not huge on pda, will hold your waist or sling an arm around your shoulders on occasion, in privacy however he is HUGE on physical affection he loves you sm <333 - stroking your hair and running his fingers along your back, kisses on your neck, throwing in a couple of cheesy pickup lines here and there - pretty much only refers to you with pet names, “doll, babe, toots, handsome, etc” he’ll only use your name when he’s emotional or during intimacy

Soldier: - the most dense man on god’s green american earth so unless you’re similar to zhanna, chances are he won’t even bat an eye at you. you need to be batshit and violent for this man to notice you first - wakes you up at 5am sharp every morning for “training” (forcing you to workout with him whilst he yells at you….lovingly?) expect to be buff as hell after a couple months because his routines are intense - “DROP AND GIVE ME 20 CUPCAKE” “GOOD JOB SOLDIER. HERE IS A KISS FOR YOUR HARD WORK” “PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN SWEETHEART” - his kisses are really rough, he lifts you up into the air and spins you around or dips you and it’s genuinely super sweet, he enjoys picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as well :3c - he has no jealous bone in his body, only random accusatory statements towards anyone who shows kindness towards you and it deters them enough for soldier to never have to worry - dates with soldier usually consist of working out or going to war museums, will never plan fancy dates so that’s all up to you - does not care about public or private affection, he will makeout with you anytime, anywhere and is unapologetic about it, much to everyone else’s dismay - “EUGH! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” “AFFIRMATIVE, WE WILL MOVE TO THE LIVING ROOM”

Pyro: - i hc pyro as being aroace so a romantic-platonic relationship between you guys would be more mushy and cute than anything else - going out on ice-cream dates and buying matching colouring books and seeing how differently you each colour the same scene - cheek kisses no matter where you are is a must!!! holding hands around the base, tapping on each-other when bored and to show affection <3333 - the other mercs have no fucking idea what your relationship is but none of them care as long as you’re keeping pyro in check - you’re the first and only merc to see pyro without their mask on, one of the most tender moments shared between you and something that they treasure - pyro doesn’t get jealous, but they will harm anyone who makes you uncomfortable, no questions asked - cuddle buddies!!!! you guys can be seen lying around the base in a sleepy huddle, i can see demo joining and medic or engie tripping over y’all 😭 - they are super attentive of your needs and compromise despite having trouble feeling romantic or sexual attraction, as long as you enjoy it, they enjoy it

Demoman: - more of a flirt than scout is, and that’s saying something. demo will chat you up at any time of the day, whether it be in the privacy of your bedroom or straight up on the battlefield - has died MULTIPLE times because he just cant keep his eye off you, he makes mental notes of how attractive you look while bashing an enemy spy’s brain in and uses it later (WINK) - a solid 80% of your relationship is shared in silly drunk moments and the other 20 is rooted in insecurity. demo being jealous? likely. demo being scared of you leaving him for someone with two eyes and their head on straight? definitely - there are nights where he feels completely sober just holding you in his arms and acknowledging that you’re here and you love him, warts and all - SUPER BIG ON PDA!!! he wants the entire world to know that you’re his, also super big on cheesy nicknames “beauty, my love, handsome boy/beautiful girl/gorgeous partner” - messy kisses, lazy cuddles, dragging his fingers along your body feeling every dip and curve <3333 even if the affection seems half assed, his heart is devoted to you - offhandedly mentions you to his mum after dating for a year or so, to which her response is to slap him upside the head for not telling her sooner and then asking about grandbabies - you’re demo’s rock, if you asked him to go sober for you he probably would. he adores everything you do, words are unnecessary just look at his face

Heavy: - the stern and silent type, he generally doesn’t show public affection towards you unless it’s to protect you or to calm you down - in private he is the most gentle merc, holding you close to him and stroking your hair, playing with your fingers and mentally squealing at how cute and small they are compared to his, rubbing your back with his palm - he is a man of few words, but it’s pretty obvious that he is completely enamoured by you just from the way he touches you and how his gaze softens when he sees you - would plan the most personal dates, things that he KNOWS you would enjoy doing or seeing just so that he can see you smile up at him - “Любимая (darling), Дорогая (dear), Любовь моя (my love)” are the most common pet-names you’ll hear him calling you, he’s a more traditional guy - heavy is not a flirty man, he’s too blunt and would rather say what he means in the most direct way possible. thaaaat doesn’t mean he discourages you from flirting with him however - his family is extremely weary of you to begin with, heavy doesn’t talk about you much and so they’re going to be on guard (despite the fact that he could crush you with one hand if you did have malicious intent) - after a while though they warm up to you and consider you apart of the family- baking with you, teaching you how to hunt bears, making bearskin clothing, cooking the bear meat, talking about marriage and children, ANYTHING they can do to include you

Engineer: - it’s tough dating engie - he’s either working or passed out from the exhaustion of working, so you never really get quality time with him - he still takes every chance he can get to show you a good time, whether it’s cooking dinner with you or writing songs for you, he is much more romantic than he leads on - “darl, darlin, sweetheart, honeybee” sweet and simple names that roll off the tongue - the merc most inclined to shower with you. not even in a sexual way, he just enjoys the calm heat of the water and how intimate it is to share such a space - creates devices to make your life easier; need a new weapon? no need to buy a faulty mann co one, he can build you anything you want. need your very own kitchenette so you the other mercs can’t keep stealing your food? he was already drawing up the plans a week ago - the type of guy to bring you breakfast in bed every morning, putting on some slow romantic music and peppering your face with kisses to wake you up - always keeping tabs on you in battle, making sure that you’re safe and unharmed (despite knowing that you can respawn he still hates seeing you hurt) - the least jealous man to exsist, he is completely secure in himself and knows that if you didn’t wanna be with him, you simply wouldn’t

Medic: - another workaholic over here, it’s a mission getting him away from the operating table, or his desk right next to it - quiet, soft moments are few and far between, but when you do get them they are spent in each other’s arms lazying around the base - medic isn’t the romantic type and would likely just take you out to a traditional dinner or would want to teach you how to perform certain medical procedures on dates - don’t get him wrong! he loves you entirely, he just doesn’t see the need in being overly romantic with you, his way of showing love is letting archimedes anywhere near you or letting you lie on the operating table while he finishes up his paperwork - his pet names for you include “schatz (treasure), maus (mouse), meine taube (my dove)” - will pocket you 1000% and the other mercs HATE it - they have to strategise a way to keep you separated from eachother during battle - it wouldn’t matter if you were invincible or on the verge of death, this man would protect you to the ends of the earth. that being said he is also a massive shithead, will tickle you randomly or poke fun at you when you’re in a bad mood. its sweet. usually - in that middle ground of jealous but also chill af, he will only really become jelly if you’re flirting with someone else, but if they’re flirting with you he does not care unless you’re uncomfortable

Sniper: - simultaneously the most chill and anxiety ridden person on earth, the way he can go from 1 - 100 in five seconds should be studied - it takes him a VERY long time to actually warm up to you, let alone DATE you, so be wary that you’re in it for the long haul if you want this man - the first 6 months of dating are torturous for the both of you, he is far too nervous to touch you and instead of telling you this he will literally just ignore you, but once you start being physical he is one of the most touchy mercs - you will have to be the initiator in most situations until he becomes more comfortable with affection, this man has spent most of his adult life in a van isolated from society so its no kidding that he would be awkward with you (even though he adores you) - “love, babe, darling, honey” generic nicknames, if he’s feeling more comfortable he’ll use “sweetheart” or “roo” if you’re getting on his nerves - he doesn’t do dates. like sorry to burst your bubble but he would consider eating dinner together in his van or even just having a bath together a date - extremely jealous but will never admit it and it is VERY obvious. this could be said for most of his feelings though and reassurance is all he really needs - will spy on you using the scope on his gun during battles, killing enemies who might try to sneak up on you <3

Spy: - spy is by far the MOST romantic merc out of the bunch, will take you out on date nights every week, intimacy regularly, affectionate both in private and public, etc he is the dream - in saying that he is also a player, he needs a partner who can keep him feeling fresh, and someone who is just as cunning as he is - will intentionally try to make you jealous in order to get a gauge on the kind of person you are. he is entirely mind games babe and will play it off as if he doesn’t care about other people trying to flirt with you (he wants to kill them with his bare hands) - he is either going to be obsessed with you or mildly attached, there is no in between and it will be strikingly obvious which it is - often refers to you as “mon amour (my love), beau/belle (handsome/beautiful), mon bébé (my baby)” - most likely enemies to lovers, if you’re good at your job he sees you as competition, if you’re not he sees you as a nuisance, either way you’re initially a problem to him - but then he starts to wonder: why can’t he stop thinking about your skin? and the way you say his name? and the way you bashed that sniper’s brains out? he is smitten without even realising it - occasionally cloaks and follows you around to keep you safe from enemies, but mostly sticks to trying to win the match

Miss Pauling: - if you thought engie or medic were bad you have NO idea with pauling, she quite literally has one day off a YEAR - and you bet your ass she is spending it in bed all day cuddling with you - doesn’t use pet names, she’ll either call you by your last name, or some nickname variation of your first name. she called you “babe” once and cringed so hard she couldn’t even look at you - as much as she doesn’t want to put you in any danger, she LOVES bringing you along for missions. she gets to finish earlier and spend time with you, its a win-win situation - coming home from work and eating dinner with you is the highlight of her day, she could be completely exhausted and yet you bring life back into her with just a smile - yes you had to “fight” scout for her and there was absolutely no competition, he didn’t even know you two were together until she rolled her eyes and kissed you in front of him (he was surprisingly supportive) - she’s far too busy to be jealous, if someone was flirting with you she wouldn’t even notice until it escalated and the person was on the floor with you standing over them triumphantly - she dreams about being able to go on museum dates with you one day, but for now bubble baths, dinners, and morning kisses are all you both get <\3

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─────DATING THEM !! INAZUMA GUYS──────

CHARACTERS: ayato, gorou, heizou, itto, kazuha, thoma.

SCENT: headcanons

WARNINGS: hickeys (gorou, heizou, kazuha) and making out (heizou.)

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2022 !! #©LOVELYNEY

꒱₊˚ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 !! 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

𖠵𝟎𝟏: I like to think Ayato is a combination of a gentleman and a sadist.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: On one hand, he likes to see you struggle and plays with you (harmlessly) because he finds it cute and entertaining.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: And on the other, given the nature of being the head of the Kamisato Clan and taking care of Ayaka, he’s also incredibly warm and gentle.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Before you two started dating, Ayaka would always tease him about marrying you.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: He wanted to keep your relationship a secret from the public to save you from any nasty rumors. However, one day while you two were simply taking a walk together (you weren’t holding hands or anything), someone tried to whisper something behind your back sneakily, and Ayato had it with them and just kissed you right then and there to prove them wrong.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: He’s quite territorial and does not like sharing you.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: It’s hard to decipher the next you’ll see him with how hectic his schedule is.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: “(My) darling,” “(my) love,” and “honey.”

❝Darling, are you home? I know I said I wasn’t scheduled to return til’ next week, but I already feel so bad leaving you alone for such a prolonged period. So, I’m going to work harder and faster to return to you sooner. It really is the least I can do, my love.❞

𖠵𝟎𝟗: He always asks Thoma to look over you for him ;; the ginger, of course, doesn’t mind (:

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Whenever he’s away for long, he’ll write you long letters on how he’s doing and how much he misses you.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: If he sees something that reminds him of you, expensive or not, he’ll get it for you in a second.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Decided he was going to marry you the second he saw you.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: He is perfect husband material, y’all.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Really wants to start a family with you ‹//333 He’s waiting for work to settle down before consulting with you.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Whenever you two get into arguments, you’ll always spend extra time with Ayaka and not even spare him a glance.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Ayaka is very excited for you to marry him, by the way !! She couldn’t be happier that you’re the one taking care of her dear brother. Expect to go wedding shopping with her when the time comes.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Given your relationship with him, people know not to bug you, but some people purposefully do so just to grab his attention.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Ayato is a very pretty man which means there’s lots of stares. If you ever doubt yourself or his love, expect a very long and heated make-out session.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: He’s a very loving and passionate man both in bed and out of it !! He’s very domestic when it comes to romance, pushing aside his sadistic tendencies, BAHJSJ.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Escorts you anywhere and everywhere in public.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Surprisingly clingy and pouty when you aren’t giving him enough attention, LMAO.

꒱₊˚ 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔 !! 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑

𖠵𝟎𝟏: The goodest of good boys !!

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Initially (and kinda still is) was incredibly shy and awkward.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Besides that, he’s very considerate and loving !! He makes sure to look after you whenever he can.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: You are the only person who’s privileged to pet his ears and tail !! But be careful; he can and will revoke your privileges if you abuse them !!

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Please save this poor boy from Yae Miko’s teasing ‹//333

𖠵𝟎𝟔: (↑) You can confirm that he does like to hug his tail when he’s sleeping, though !!

𖠵𝟎𝟕: He keeps his and your relationship usually to himself unless directly asked about it. He isn’t ashamed or anything; he just doesn’t want the soldiers to know that he’s a cuddle bug at home; LOOOL.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: “Lovebug,” “honey/hon,” and “sweetheart.”

❝Welcome home, lovebug! You’re home later than usual; did something happen? Why do you look so upset? Ah. . . Just a worrisome day, huh? Do-Do you want me to draw you a bath? Y-You look like you could benefit from some relaxation. . . A-And I can join you if y-you’d like. . .?❞

𖠵𝟎𝟗: If you have a pet and give it more attention than him, he will pout. How dare you pet something that’s not him ??

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Tries his best not to get jealous because he trusts you. However, if he sees someone getting too close, he’ll hug you from behind and stare down the opposing person.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: One of his favorite cuddling positions is when he’s resting on top of you. You’re the best mattress he can ask for ‹333

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Has a nose of steel so you can’t go hiding any injuries from him !! Expect to be scolded if you try.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: If you two are out training together, he’ll always be sure to keep an eye on you to ensure you’re holding up okay.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Isn’t the greatest with words, but his arms are always open to you if need the additional comfort. (:

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Probably isn’t as innocent as people make him out to be.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: A biter !! One of his favorite things to do is leave love bites down your collarbone. His teeth are also pretty sharp, so they leave a hell of a mark.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: If he wants your attention, he will get it. Sometimes, he’ll sit in your lap and nuzzle his nose against your neck or start sloppily kissing it to gain your attention.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: He’s completely smitten by you ‹33 You are the love of his life without a doubt.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Talks about you with so much love that it’s incredibly obvious how obsessed he is.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: His ears always perk/twitch at the mention of your name.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He hates leaving you so early in the morning or late in the night whenever he has night watches ): Expect to be sleeping in the days he isn’t working.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Seeing you in your uniform for the first time had his tail wagging like a madman, LMAO.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Loves seeing you absolutely kick ass, LMAO. He thinks you’re the coolest and hottest person ever whenever you beat someone tf up.

꒱₊˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔 !! 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Whoever said Heizou doesn’t open up to many people clearly hasn’t met you !! He’s the one who chased after you.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: He was very flirty in the beginning, so it was hard to decipher whether or not he was just being Heizou or had actually taken a liking to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Although, now that he started dating you, he's stopped flirting with a lot of people (much to your request, stop being a manwhore, Heizou.)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Always takes the opportunity to tease you ;;

sometimes he fails to see that it actually bothers you and feels awful whenever he genuinely upsets you.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Likes to act cocky, but he'll follow you around like a lost puppy when you're not giving him your attention.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: This man is INFATUATED with you and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: He may flirt with whomever (most of the time for investigation purposes), but if he sees someone flirting with you, then he’s fuming and storming over there.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Keeps a hand on you at all times whenever you two are out together—always gently tugging on your hand if you start to wander.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: “Sweetheart,” “partner (in crime),” “(my) love,” and “princess/prince.”

❝Aw, why the long face, partner? Someone been bothering you lately? Oh? You don’t say. . . Mind giving me a description of them? Hm? Why you ask? Well, that’s for me to know and you to find out, my love.❞

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Always willing to throw hands for you ‹333

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Sara doesn’t know how you deal with him but is only grateful that you keep him in check.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: He has to make out with you at least once “for good measure,” he says. 💀

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Seeing his marks on you gives him a completely different wave of accomplishment, LMFAO. But he also loves to be marked by you !! He wears them with pride everywhere he goes.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: He’s a detective for a reason; you cannot hide anything from him. If you’re not ready to talk about something, he’ll give you time, though.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Sometimes if you have the free time, he likes to drag you along on a case he’s working on.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Will sit you on his lap while he’s working; he claims your presence grounds him and helps him work better.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: One of his favorite things to do is sit you on a counter or desk and make out with you ‹//3 he loves having the higher ground.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: (↑) Another one is carrying you bridal style, especially in public. He doesn’t matter where or why; he just likes feeling like your knight in shining armor.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Will drop whatever he’s doing just to take care of you or comfort you.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Never one to be emotional, but whenever he sees you crying, it breaks him. And if it’s because of him ?? Might as well kill him right then and there ‹//3

𖠵𝟐𝟏: A sly bastard !! He will figure out a way to get what he wants when it comes to you.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Loves whenever you kiss his beauty marks ‹/3 He has hearts floating around him fr fr.

꒱₊˚ 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎 !! 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐒

𖠵𝟎𝟏: The perfect combination of golden retriever boyfriend and himbo !!

𖠵𝟎𝟐: You’re not an ‘official’ member of the group as much as he says you are. However, your role fits in with Shinobu’s! (she greatly appreciates your assistance, LMFAO.)

𖠵𝟎𝟑: You and Shinobu are best friends !! You and her always like to playfully tease him that the two of you are gonna get together. (You always assure him you’d never actually do that, LOL.)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Such a lovable dork )): ‹3 He never fails to express his love and care for you.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: You can guarantee that each and every member of the gang loves you !! They treat you as if you’re their older sibling (and/or) parent

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Itto loves to carry you on his shoulders !! He is pretty tall, so you always get a lovely view no matter where you are.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Loves to boast about you every and any chance he gets !! You know how he did with Shinobu in Perilous Trials ?? think that but like times 10.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Always asks you to paint his horns so that you can get the places he can’t reach.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: “Baby/babe,” “lovebug/bug,” and “honey/hon.”

❝Heyyyy, honey! I’m baaaack! Totally not from jail. . . What’s with that look for? Listen, listen. I’ll have you know that it was for a totally acceptable cause this time! This punk was saying some bad things about you and—ARGH! It makes me angry just thinking about it! Anyone who has something bad to say about you has to answer to me! No buts or ifs!❞

𖠵𝟏𝟎: He’s protective over you !! You’re such a beacon of light in his life, and he wants to shield that light with every drop of strength he has in him.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: On normal occasions, he’s calm and collected. However, if he hears someone actively talking shit about you or sees someone bothering you, that’s thrown away in a second.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: You have a small little enclosure that you put all the onikabuto he gives you in ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Hates seeing you hurt or sick; it makes him feel helpless ):

he tries not to come off as worried or panicky, but you see riiight through him.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Finds you incredibly attractive whenever you snap at someone or beat someone (that’s not him) up.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: You know just how calm him down whenever he’s having an allergy attack; he’s very grateful he can rely on you.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: You always go through his food to make sure it doesn’t have any beans in it Sniffs.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: A giant manbaby when it comes to cuddles !! Cuddling with you is his favorite thing to do. Don't tell anyone but he loves to be the little spoon, hehe.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: People look at you two and go “how did that happen?” People thought you were dating him out of pity at first until you very sharply shot those rumors down before they could reach Itto.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: As much as Itto's capable of protecting himself, you're also protective over him when it comes to people talking shit out of fear of him taking everything to heart—only you can tease him.

꒱₊˚ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 !! 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He. Is. Perfect !! Literally. He knows just what to do (most of the time) whenever and wherever. It’s like he has some kind of sixth sense when it comes to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: As someone who’s spent his time idling wandering around the nations, he used to avoid being tied down. However, since dating you, he wants nothing more than to settle in a home with you ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Husband/housewife material !! If you were to want to continue working while he stayed at home doing domestic chores, he’d be perfectly content with that.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Surprisingly (or maybe not?) flirty. Seeing you all blushy and shy because of him complimenting you is his favorite thing.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Whenever you’re heavily injured, his eyes will ALWAYS be focused on the rise and fall of your breathing and your vision. You can probably guess why.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Isn’t shy with PDA in the slightest.

he loves to hold your hand or link arms with you anywhere he goes !! he just wants to have a hand on you !!

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Writes his newest poems about you, then gifts you them with some flowers (“:

𖠵𝟎𝟖: When he introduced you to Beidou, she literally crushed you in a hug and welcomed you delightfully to the Crux.

she likes to ask about you time to time !! always playfully teasing him about when he plans on proposing to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: “(My) maple,” “(my) love,” “(my) dove,” “(my) kaze,” and “hummingbird.”

❝My dearest maple, would you mind coming to my side for a moment? Hm? No, nothing’s wrong. Well, with me, at least. Your eyes—they look dull and lost, like a rose that’s about to wither away. Tell me, my love, what’s troubling you? You never have to shoulder your burdens alone.❞

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Likes to recite poetry to you, smiling whenever you drift off simply by the sound of his voice.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: If you ever try to take after him, talking in that soft and refined tone, he will melt on the spot.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: One of the best people you can go to for comfort and advice !! He, without a doubt, will give both.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Being someone who’s often in no rush, he loves to sleep in with you, often tugging you back into his arms if you try and get up before him.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: So so touchy !! He loves to have his hands on you one way or another.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Loves to play with your hair and braid it !!

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Would do everything and anything for you without question HDJEJEJ.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Loves to trail kisses down your jawline and onto your collarbone; seeing you squirm in his hands is something he takes pride in.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Doesn’t get jealous too easily, given his patience and trust in you. But, if he sees you getting uncomfortable and they’re not taking in the hint, he’ll step in and just. . . make out with you. Both to take your mind off the latter and to show them that you’re taken (and/or) drive them away.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Praises and worships you like 24/7. He's the man for you if you have a praise kink BABSBDB.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: A really good kisser !! And he isn’t shy with it either, if it’ll get a reaction out of you; he’ll do it.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Almost everything reminds him of you 😭😭 He somehow finds a way to correlate something with something you’ve said, done, etc.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Loves neck kisses; he loves the adrenaline it gives him.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Likes to shower/bathe with you ‹3 Seeing you lean into his palm while he's washing your hair makes him melt.

𖠵𝟐𝟒: One of his soft spots is seeing you wear his clothes !!

𖠵𝟐𝟓: Loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear ‹3 Some promiscuous, some not. . . He’ll also nibble on and kiss your earlobe to provoke a reaction, hehe.

꒱₊˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 !! 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑

𖠵𝟎𝟎: Hello, one Thoma, please !!

𖠵𝟎𝟏: You see his title !! He’s very much a protector !! And a good one at that.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: 1000% husband material, quite literally the definition of it. Yes, he do the cooking; yes, he do the cleaning!!1!1 (nicki minjaj. . .)

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Has talked you up SO much to both the Kamisato siblings. Ayaka has grown to adore you ‹3

she was actually the one who gave him his final push to confess to you since he was feeling unsure!

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Worries excessively about you. He checks up on you mentally and physically 24/7.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: And if you’re not feeling well, you’re damn right if you think he’d drop anything he was doing to make sure you started feeling better.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: That said, he is the best person to go to if you’re feeling sick !! He has the best remedies and always ensures your comfort.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Ayaka once asked him if he wanted to start a family with you; he talked for an entire hour on the subject. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟖: If you were to fall (and/or) need help reaching something, he’d laugh at you first before actually helping you ‹/33

𖠵𝟎𝟗: “Honey/hon,” “(my) love,” “lovebug,” and “sweetheart.”

❝Sweetheart! I saw the strangest thing today while I was out grocery shopping! I saw a guy who looked almost identical to me! The same hair and everything! Although, he dressed kind of oddly for Inazuma. . . Maybe you knew him? I didn’t ask his name. . .❞

𖠵𝟏𝟎: If someone were to flirt with him, he’d find a way to rope you into the conversation. EX: “Oh, you think my eyes are pretty? Ahah, thank you! My significant other, (NAME), always tells me that they remind them of calla lilies. They really are the sweetest. . . Say, do you want me to introduce them to you? I’m sure they’d love to meet you. . .”

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Loves to take care of you! whether or not the care is needed. he loves stuff like brushing your hair, cooking for you, showering/bathing with you, etc. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Isn’t a very jealous type unless the person is actively getting closer to you (in proximity.) However, he cannot stand people making you uncomfortable, so will always butt in when needed (:

a particular case, though, is whenever Ayato gets a little too friendly with you, LMAO. he does it just to tease Thoma.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Always gently scolds you whenever you get yourself injured or in trouble.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Doesn’t really initiate PDA but will always indulge it if you wanted !!

𖠵𝟏𝟓: You are so engraved in his schedule that he finds it harder to sleep without you by him.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Arguments aren’t too common, but that makes them worse when they do happen. He always feels incredibly guilty and tries to make it up immediately the following day ‹//3 He cannot stand to see you so upset. Sobs

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Always tugs you at his side whenever you’re wandering too far or whenever he senses you’re about to get yourself into trouble.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Remembers everything you like and everything you don’t. In fact, he remembers just about everything you say to him. 😭

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Can and will listen to you talk for hours if that’s what you wanted (and/or) needed.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Always puts others' arguments about you to a quick stop, wherever it be arguing with him or you. Nobody talks bad about the love of his life, smh.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Gives you every type of lesson out there. Cooking, cleaning, knitting, you name it. You have no reason to worry if you’re struggling with either one of those things.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: KNITS !! YOU !! MATCHING !! BLANKETS !! AND !! SWEATERS !!

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Lots of visits to see the dogs and cats !! You guys gave them all personalities and backstories.

#|✿| — 𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍’𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 #|✿| — 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐒 #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #ayato x reader #gorou x reader #heizou x reader #itto x reader #kazuha x reader #thoma x reader

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cupiddivinearrow · 6 months

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Advice From Spirit

PICK A CARD READING

PILE 1

🦅 PILE 1 🦅

🕊️ Key Indicators 🕊️

Healer/ High Priest(ess)/ Witch

Pure

Powerful, Strong, Strengthened, Courageous

Balanced

Clairvoyant

Wise

Focused

Ascending, Growth, Enlightenment

Music

Look on notes on phone for this pile

Throat & Sacral, Root chakra may be blocked

Highly Intuitive

May love to sing

Freedom, Setting yourself free of any limitations, limiting thoughts, and/ or beliefs

Phoenix energy, Rebirth

Divine Timing

Drawn to the night, the Moon

Feminine Energy

#️⃣ Numbers of Significance #️⃣

May be seeing:

3s (333)

4s (444)

5s (555)

⭐ Animal Spirits of Significance: ⭐

Eagle

Horse

Phoenix

Rabbit

Gull

💫 ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: 💫

Sagittarius

Aquarius

Pisces

🦅 PILE 1 🦅

P1, the saying: The Eagle Has Landed…

P1, have some of you in this pile been focusing on growth and expanding your abilities/ gifts? Some of y’all in this pile may be healers, high priestesses, witches, etc. You’re pretty pure and straight forward. And as of late, you’ve currently have been gaining enlightenment about how to stay balanced and focused. This pile is strong. Powerful. Intuitive. P1, I feel that you’ve been listening to your intuition more lately, which is allowing you to find your voice and let go of unrealistic expectations that are keeping you bound emotionally. Did you just come out of a storm? You should be celebrating making it through, if you haven’t because it is an achievement. Whatever situation you just fought through, could’ve hurt you, and made feel incredibly alone. I’m glad that you made it though this lesson P1. Because that’s what it was. A lesson. That had to be learned to create a catalyst within you. You may be learning about Divine timing in this pile. Coming to a realization that time is an illusion and where you are at this moment is where you’re meant to be. This pile has been learning to stand alone, to speak their truth. And teaching others while doing so. This pile is setting themselves free of any limiting beliefs or lack mindsets. Congratulations on your freedom P1, you have completed a cycle. You’re learning, or will, how to balance out your material and spiritual world. The balance between the 3D (Earth) and the 5D (Astral). You’re healing and manifesting a world of abundance. Through tapping more into your spiritual side, you’ve made the balance that has brought, or will, bring you peace. You have risen like the phoenix, or a rabbit.

P1, You are safe. Continue to be patient, as well as, focused. You are on the right path. Keep going! You are about to have a whole new world. Try being more compassionate with yourself. You had to go through lessons to be able to be who and where you are today. To be able to help others and guide them through your experiences. Try disconnecting from the internet and others for a day and go out in nature. Spend more time with yourself to continue breaking free of things that do not serve you. Continue to set and keep your boundaries and practicing self love. Try giving yourself advice by imagining giving a friend advice and taking that advice. Ask yourself what would you do to really show that you love yourself? Or what do you really enjoy most? When do you feel most intune with yourself? Try to really take the time out to think and answer as realistic as you possibly can. Then act on it. And don’t worry, the Universe has your back. YOU ARE SAFE P1!!!!

🦅 CLOSING MESSAGE: 🦅

The Universe/ Spirit would like for you to learn how to further respect your body and to detox your body this winter. To continue trying to learn your spiritual abilities and gifts by going out in nature or sitting by a body of water and meditating. Tuning in. Exercising. Dancing. Singing. That help keep your mind and body right, respectfully of course. Also, try returning back to the basics. Retracing what you’ve learned on your spiritual journey so far. You can always learn more by retracing your steps and seeing if there’s anything you’ve missed and can use now. In addition, maybe it’s time to declutter. Look around you and think, do you really need all the stuff that’s around you? If you do not, it’s time to consider cleaning your area, which will help with any stagnancy energy around you at the moment. This should be your sacred space. If it’s cluttered, you can’t really relax or enjoy yourself. It’s time to let go of Earthy materials that aren't necessary. It’s important to take care of your physical surroundings and body, as well as your spiritual energy. It is important. Try listening to music more or tapping into your creative side. Slow down. Without your vessel, you lose access to the material world, so treat it well.

LASTLY, EXPECT INCOMING COMMUNICATION. MAYBE A SPIRITUAL DOWNLOAD. THE UNIVERSE HAS BEEN TRYING TO COMMUNE WITH YOU. YOU HAVE BLESSINGS COMING IN THAT’S GOING TO LEAVE YOU FEELING RADIANT, WITH A HEALER’S ENERGY. YOUR GIFTS ARE GETTING AN UPGRADE!!!!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

✨ PILE 2 ✨

🕊️ KEY INDICATORS 🕊️

Masculine energy

Distracted, Unfocused

Burdened

Emotionally Burdened

3D, Material World, Earth Energy motivated

Unbalanced

Spends time outside alot

Spiraling

Crown, 3rd eye, Heart, Sacral chakra may be blocked or being aligned

Brave, Courageous

Taking Lead

Irritated

Passion, Desire

Rebirth

Angel Wings- Earned their wings

Peace

GLOW UP

Connection to Lady Gaia, Mother and Goddess of Earth

#️⃣ Numbers of Significance: #️⃣

2s (222)

4s (444)

5s (555)

8s (888)

10s (1010)

⭐ Animals of Significance: ⭐

Lions

Rabbit

Puma

Cow

Kingfisher

Whale

Dolphin

💫 ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: 💫

Leo

Aquarius

Scorpio

✨ PILE 2: ✨

Pile 2, the saying, “Team work makes the dream work” comes to mind when I tap into this group.

Recently, or you will be, P2, you had a glow up. You have put in the work to close cycles and you have done it!!! And because of this, the Universe is blessing you with a gift. In partnership, In new beginnings. Possibly (very) in love… Oh la la 😘

P2, you’ve been working hard on yourself after a possible heartbreak or betrayal that left you feeling like you needed to close yourself off to love and kept you in a confused or negative mindset in the past. Maybe with a False Twin Flame, a karmic. But as of late, you’ve been trying to find your peace by focusing on things that helps you to heal. You’re currently gaining the courage of a lion and growing your power. If you believe in terms such as Earth Angel, then P2, you once may have lost your wings after indulging in lower vibration activities. You’ve earned them back.

You may be drawn to nature at this time, P2, or doing some inner child healing. You may be looking back into the past, wondering what you couldve done better. But P2, dont you see, you have achieved alot. You should be proud. You’re learning to trust in your intuition, and to let go of the past, which will benefit you soon, if it’s not already.

Some of you in P2 will be offered a new opportunity in business or with your gifts. If its business, trust in yourself, stay resilient, move in silence. As for those who gifts are enhancing, protect yourself. The bigger you get, the more haters you will have. (But i appreciate the haters. They let me know I’m doing my job well.)

Some of you in P2, I see a love or new partnership coming in. Try to keep boundaries but dont be afraid of starting something new in your life. Yes, love can be scary, but it’s meant to be a gift. Not feared. When something doesn’t work out, we often forget that it’s the Universe's way of protecting us and helping us learn a lesson that we must learn. And sometimes, we have to learn that lesson the hard way, due to Ego.

✨ CLOSING MESSAGE: ✨

The Universe wants what’s best for you, and is just waiting for us to figure that out P2. And I believe you have. You understand how important it is to find balance within ones life by not letting one thing or person take over it by having a career and social life to focus on. And P2, I believe you’re about to receive it. A blessing. Either you’re about to be blessed with a new opportunity in business, life, or you’re about to experience a great big love that will leave you feeling safe and cared for. Pile 2, you’re about to be blessed with security. However, you will need to use discernment. You’re about to have many options available to you. Go out and explore. But take baby steps. It’s time to discover who you are in your heart P2. But, remember to use caution. And you will figure out which is the right path, hobbies, activities, people, things for you by letting your intuition and experiences to guide you. Allow yourself to partake in ALL OF THE SWEET THINGS LIFE HAS TO OFFER YOU.

For those that are receiving new opportunities in life, gifts and business, please let the past go. Balance yourself. Continue to try to find direction if you havent already. Your gifts are growing. Keep pushing forward.Your gifts are enhancing.

Now, for those of you that are having love come in, if you are not ready for a baby, please be careful. I see a baby might be coming in soon. CONGRATULATIONS TO THE SOON TO BE PARENTS! BLESSINGS!!!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

🌄 PILE 3 🌄

🕊️ KEY INDICATORS 🕊️

Feeling Insecure, Not At Home

Security

Artist

Writers

Shadow Work

Creativity

An Ending

Vulnerability

Release

Meditation

Renewal

Connection to Egypt

Lady Hathor: Egyptian Goddess of Beauty, Sensuality, Music, Dancing, and Maternity

A whole new world

Unapologetic

Autumn

Throat, Heart, Solar, & Root Chakra may be blocked

Spiritual (Vision) Quest

Clairvoyant

#️⃣ Numbers of Significance: #️⃣

1s (111)

4s (444)

⭐ Animal Spirits of Significance: ⭐

Spider

Scarab

Rabbit

💫 Astrological Signs: 💫

Virgo

Scorpio

🌄 PILE 3 🌄

The statement: “It’s the Beginning, Not the End.”

Pile 3, are you currently feeling confused, lost, confused. Or maybe this was your energy in the recent past? Did you start to lose hope in a situation? Were you currently in a dark place? Seems to me that maybe, P3, just maybe, you just experienced what I call a Dark Night of the Soul, or should i say, Ego Death and now you are seeing a brand new world. Have a whole new perspective. P3, the veil has been lifted and your spiritual journey has stepped into a new chapter. It is time to focus more on your spirituality, for the world that you once knew is gone. Now, or in the near future, you will face a 2nd chance in life after some news is revealed and helps you find release.

It’s time to tune into yourself and ground yourself. To figure out who you really are and what your life path, your purpose, is. Deep inside yourself, there are secrets. Secrets that will reveal lost wisdom if you just look a little deeper inside. You may have the ability to see visions. And in this vision, you will see you way forward. You will let go of the past and embrace the future. Learn to experience life as it comes It’s time to forgive. Speak out. HEAL. Set your intentions and believe it. You have limitless possibilities waiting for you. You just have to let go of the past and take a step into the future. Instead of looking at the past with regret, change your perspective. Don’t use the lesson to be hurt, but as a lesson on where to heal. It’s all about “The glass is half empty/ The glass is half full” kind of thing. Life is what you make of it. And only you can decide how you’re gonna react to a lesson. But, it’d be easier on yourself if you try to connect with your ancestors. There may be one that’s reaching out. A grandmother spirit. And she’s wanting to help you heal. You just need to listen. She will help guide you.

🌄 CLOSING MESSAGE: 🌄

Let go and try to have no regrets. There is beauty in the pain. Beauty comes from our perspective on how we see things. We prefer to look at the sky vs trash. We prefer what we call beauty vs believing that everything and everyone has some beauty to it, or a lesson, which is beautiful. Its guidance. Its love from the Universe. Ever heard that saying when someone stays quiet to worry vs someone that nags because it shows how much you are loved? This is the same. The Universe shows us where we need to improve to have a better life. It’s a gift. So when we hurt, there’s something that need to be fixed or taken a closer look at. Just because something seems like its a matter of concern because it’s ending, doesn’t mean it’s not a blessing… It could actually be a blessing in disguise. But that’s for you to determine. Try not to focus too much on this and push forward. Gather the strength from this issue that caused an imbalance in your life and try to focus that energy elsewhere in your life, where you know you’ve needed to take a closer look at. Find your peace by not focusing too much on one area in your life. It helps. Believe me when I say that. It’s time to nurture the whole of you – mind, body, soul. Also, if writing is your thing, go ahead and start journaling. Write about what you’ve been through on this journey. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Try to find the positive lesson there for all your hardships you’ve through…Writing will also help you to manifest your goals and desires faster. It helps you to capture your ideas, plans, dreams, memories, etc. And it can be extremely therapeutic, while also releasing that creative streak inside you. Try to determine what charms and rituals you do or could do everyday to invite a little magick within your life. Try to go out in nature and meditate. Try to get in touch with the water and nature spirits around you. Remember to protect yourself psychically. Also, try making a talisman for yourself or use crystal magick for protection. When it comes to those focusing on their careers, if you’re not already, it’s time to develop some more skills or look at your career and figure out what needs to change there. Go after what you want. If you have to go to school, do so. If you’re not happy where you’re at, start looking for a job to feed your soul. Do what you have to to bring more happiness and joy into your life, now’s the time.

AND THAT CONCLUDES THIS READING!!!!

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE IN ADVANCE!!!

🕊️ Blessings 🕊️

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casualheizouenjoyers · 1 year

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“fuck sweden” “…you haven’t seen me in two weeks and that’s the first thing you say????”

youtube au! 5wirl x reader who just got back from a long trip

if you’re from sweden i’ll fight you /j

literally writing this while in the customs line

Aether

has one of those cute “Welcome Home” signs where he’s waiting by your gate <333

such a sweetheart fr, he brings you comfort snacks and flowers i love this man

bro out here acting like he didnt stay up late so he could facetime you every night 💀

will be clingy because while you obviously stayed in contact he missed having you physically there with him <3

will post a picture of you guys at the airport with a really cheesy caption, something like “they’re back ❤️❤️❤️”

his friends call him a simp but it’s okay cause he loves you

and yes he’s picking you up alone because he wants some time for just the two of you before the rest of 5wirl bother you lmao

cries when you give him souvenirs cause you know he likes to collect them

will ask you a million questions about where you went so he can plan a travel vlog so be prepared once he’s used to having you around again to never know peace /lh

Venti

menace, literally sobbing at your gate waiting for you. it’s okay though cause he’s pretty and brought you flowers

and like ten “welcome home” balloons 💀

dragged xiao along with him because no one trusts this man behind a wheel

a moment of silence for xiao’s suffering as a third wheel

anyone watching you two reunite would think you were gone for YEARS and he hasn’t been able to contact you for their enterity

will leave you at the airport if you didn’t buy him souvenirs /hj

takes a million pictures, makes like three different posts full of old pictures of you when you’re gone and has some emo ass captions (taking inspo from xiao fr /j)

as soon as you’re back he posts pictures of you at the airport and captions it “didn’t even know they left” and deletes his angsty posts like bro you’re not fooling anyone 💀

forces xiao to take pictures of you guys together cause that’s what besties are for

never lets you vacation by yourself

Xiao

won’t show it too much but is SO happy to have you back

panic called heizou to ask what a good gift would be to welcome you back and heizou, like a normal person is like “give them flowers”

xiao is like fuck that and brings you flowers, your favorite chocolates and boba

denies that he picked those gifts out of his own free will (heizou snitches lmao)

doesn’t even say anything just instantly hugs you really tight, he needs a moment

has your favorite takeout waiting for you with the rest of 5wirl and some of your friends to surprise you :D

is going on vacation next time with you, non-negotiable /hj

Kazuha

just like aether has a cute little “Welcome Home” sign and a small bouquet of flowers, keeping it simple and sweet

kinda unrelated but i just KNOW his car smells heavenly and is cozy but still super clean

takes your luggage, he refuses to let you handle even a single backpack because yoh must be exhausted (the others would do the same but would let you carry your own backpack and are just not as extreme as kazuha is about it. bro is usually chill but he won’t budge on this)

ordered your favorite takeout ahead of time to be at your house ((lowkey craving some chipotle as i’m writing this))

posts a really cute poem about you on his alt twitter and how happy he is to have you in his arms again <3333

made a playlist for y’all to listen to as he’s driving, encourages you to take a nap in the car and drives as gently as possible

Heizou

brings you flowers and a cute little card <3

he told you not to tell him the gate you’re at so he could deduce it with his amazing abilities (he looked it up online but shush he wanted to tease you)

kisses your cheek, steals your bags and replaces them with a cute little chocolate box that he totally didn’t buy last minute at the airport 💀

kazuha is waiting in the airport parking lot for y’all because while heizou can drive first of all kazuha’s car is the nicest in the world and if he can make an excuse to be in it he will and second of all he wants to cuddle with you in the backseat <3

will not let you do anything for the rest of the week, as a detective who totally has credentials he sentences you to a week of relaxing on the couch and snuggling while watching movies sorry :P

will begrudgingly invite the rest of 5wirl but only if they bring snacks

#aris writes #5wirl x reader #omg aris actually posted something #aether x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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I Can't Love You in the Dark

pairing: riri ✘ fem!udaku!reader

summary: given your siblings' over protective natures, you are forced to keep your relationship with riri a secret, but missing her calls for drastic measures. what happens when they find out? (requested by @melodykisses)

word count: 10.4k

contains: fluff, implied smut, protective!shuri, protective!t'challa, slight himbo!t'challa, shuri in her detective bag, lovesick!reader, lovesick!riri

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @xoxo-dede @yvxmpire @zayswriting

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: ngl it took me forever to finish this because i kept crying whenever i had to write scenes with t'challa in them. i hope it turned out okay and i didn't completely botch his character lol. but i think it's cute and fun idk. as always shouts out to oomf for the translations. pls enjoy these words my brain concocted <333

translations: ndiyacela - please, ndikuthanda kakhulu - i love you so much, mtuwam - my person

Rainy days in Wakanda always brought with them nostalgia. Droplets pelted the grass in your garden as you sat perched by your windowsill, admiring the fall. The hammering rain remedied your mind, bittersweet memories playing on an extended loop. A necessary distraction from your existing reality. It was not heavy enough to be deemed a storm, there was no thunder, no lightning, but it had the same lasting effects on your mood.

Rain made you miss her. You missed her smile, her laugh. You longed to feel her lips against yours again, craved the wistful sensation they filled you with that last night she spent in your quarters.

She'd come to say her goodbyes. She was with Shuri moments before, collecting her things and being reunited with her father's car. You thought she'd leave without a word, seeing as your time together was barely enough to be considered anything. Stolen touches in the presence of your siblings, magnetic fingers ghosting over one another. A push and pull that never got the chance to connect, not completely.

You two would lock eyes in your sister’s lab from a distance, using yearning stares to convey what your words could not, what you wouldn't allow them to.

At the time she wanted more than you saw yourself able to offer, so assuming she would leave Wakanda without saying goodbye to you was an idea you made yourself comfortable with. Until she showed up that night while you sat on your balcony, nursing a cup of tea, and letting your mind spin on with thoughts of turmoil and loss.

“Heavy is the head.”

You whipped up at the sound of her voice, not believing it at first. Her warm half-smile brought you back down to Earth and out of your own thoughts. Seeing her, just merely looking at Riri standing in your doorway had your chest tightening and heart sprinting.

“I am afraid you must be thinking of my brother. T’challa is king, his head is heaviest.”

She chuckled slightly, moving closer onto the balcony. “I don't think Ima ever get used to how gorgeous it is here. You hear the stories, but they don't do it justice.”

Brown eyes marveled at the city lights before them, while you marveled at how the gleams illuminated her face. It was difficult to admire the city when someone else stole all of your attention just by being.

“Wakanda will miss your presence.” You sipped your tea, averting her eyes when she finally turned to face you.

“Here I was thinking y’all wanted me out for good. I mean I'm technically the reason all that shit went down anyway.” Her nervous laughter pulled your eyes to hers.

You stood, walking over to her, studying her features. You could see the guilt swirling in her pupils, how it lodged itself deep inside of them, darkening their hue. “None of what happened was your fault. No one blames you. You are a victim just as we all are.”

“I blame me.” It was a whisper, and it rocked your core. A flick of anger ran through you at the thought of her feeling even the slightest bit guilty, anger at those who created it. Everyone who made her think this way about herself was taken care of. It eased your conscience some, knowing she would not be bothered again. Yet you still wished there was something you could do to absolve her of the feeling, anything.

You tilted Riri’s chin with your index finger and she flinched. You’d hardly touched her since she'd been in your country, not in the way you wanted to. So her shock was warranted. The two of you were aware of the brewing emotions when in each other's presence. You liked it, wanted more of it, but you were also aware of your older siblings, and their overprotective natures.

You knew it would only intensify now with your mother gone, and being with Riri, or anyone for that matter, would make them wary.

“I want you to stop that. I do not blame you, and I will not have you leave me believing that I do.”

Riri gulped. This was the closest you'd ever let her be to you. “Leave you?”

“Are you not preparing to leave me? Isn't that why you've come? To say goodbye?”

She shook her head, stepping out from under your touch. “Nah, I'm leaving Wakanda. You made it clear you didn't want this, don't do that.”

She was wrong. So very wrong. You wanted her more than she knew, more than you yourself understood. But you couldn't have her, and she didn't get that. “Do what?”

“That. Don't act like I'm breaking your heart or some shit. You don't wanna be with me and that's cool, but don't make me feel like it's on me. I told you how I felt from jump, don't put this on me. Please.”

“It is not on you. Nothing is on you, I need you to know that, now and forever.”

She backed away slowly, frustration fueling her antics. “Ugh! You know ion like when you do that. You're making it seem like choosing to be with me is some huge task, like you want to but can't. It's either you do or you don't. You're in your own way, this don't got nothing to do with Shuri, or T’challa. It's you. You don't want this, you don't want me.”

“Riri I–”

“Nah. I came to say bye, like you said, and Ima do that. Cause you deserve that at least, and I'm big on treating folks in the way they deserve. So goodbye, have a nice life.” She tried to step through the door, but you grabbed her wrist, igniting that familiar pull. That magnetic buzz you two knew well.

You spun her to face you and her eyes widened. She attempted to tug away, she was quite adamant about it, but your hold was firm. You wouldn't let her walk away from you. Not this time.

“Don't.” She did not mean it. You’d grown to learn her tones, and this one was a plea not for you to stop, but one that begged for continuance. Riri wanted you to take it all the way, and her beautiful gaze told you as much.

When you kissed her the sky roared, shaking your world. It pelted the two of you with endless showers. You cupped her wet face amidst it all, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper. Passion seeped from within her into you, and you absorbed it all like your clothes did the rain. Soaking up all that Riri was had been a long-standing desire of yours for the last two months, and now you were drowning in it; you were drowning in her.

The rain still poured as you pulled away, but neither of you seemed to mind, neither of you seemed to notice. You were too caught up in the heat of each other as you watched the lightning reflect in her striking eyes. “To hell with my siblings. I do know what I want. I want you, Riri Williams.”

She nodded, kissing you again before tugging you into your room and ridding your bodies of your soaked clothing. You touched her everywhere that night, making up for lost time. It was something you both needed, something to solidify everything you felt for each other. No one had ever made you feel the way Riri did, and you needed her to know that.

Rain pounded at your windows, desperate and eager just as your lips were roaming her body, and it only added to the intensity floating inside your bedroom. You’d never felt more whole than in that moment.

“I am going to miss you terribly. Going to miss this.”

She put her bra back on before slipping into one of your tops. She kissed you then, less forceful now, still as heated. “I think you'll be aight for a couple of months.”

“Months?!?!”

Her laugh was loud and it roared from within her like the thunder outside. “Damn, I barely got my clothes back on yet and you already feening? Was it that good ma?”

You tossed a pillow at her and she gasped. “Shuri gave you Kimoyo beads?”

She held her wrist up, showing off the bracelet your sister crafted. “Good. I will be contacting you every day until I am able to see you again.”

“You real cute when you clingy, I like it better than you being detached and trying to ignore me.” You pulled her in again, pecking all over her face and she giggled. “But I really gotta go before Shuri comes looking for me and finds me half naked in your room. I been gone way longer than I said I’d be.”

Your eyebrows shot up as you were reminded of the risk you were taking. “You are right. She tracks me and watches me like a hawk. You should hurry.”

With one last kiss, Riri was out of your bedroom and heading back to America. And all you could think of was the way her mouth felt against every part of you, and how big your feelings for her were.

Every time it rained, your thoughts drifted, returning you to that night. That was your last time seeing her in person, feeling her, and you were suffering. You longed to be in her embrace again. Riri was a drug and your addiction only strengthened and grew incessant the more days you spent without her.

You’d kept your relationship a secret, fearing your siblings would not approve, especially now. At first it was thrilling, having something only you and Riri shared. And it was easy to conceal, being worlds apart.

But months of video chatting and vaguely explicit messages were no longer cutting it. You needed her with you, and it was something you were going to get. A plan hatched in your mind just as you heard soft rapping on your bedroom door.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, I am awake. I am breathing. You may tell my brother that and you may leave me alone.”

“Who is to say I am not checking on your living status for myself?” Aneka stepped into your room then, grinning as she often did.

You spun to face her, sporting a bored expression. “As you can see, I am alive, and I am well.”

“Alive, yes. But you are not well. You have not been well since Miss Williams returned back to America.” She smirked when she caught your eyebrows shooting up, knowing she had you, but you were determined to prove her wrong. “What? Did you think I was unaware of your relationship?”

You deadpanned. “I have not been well since Shuri and T’challa decided I was a prisoner in my own home.”

“Ah, Princess, come on now. You are not a prisoner, they are only worried about you and want to keep you safe. As do I. We have all learned that we are not as protected as we previously thought ourselves to be.”

“Then why do I feel like I am a prisoner?” You challenged.

Aneka stepped closer to you, holding your gaze in that deathly intimidating way that she did. Despite her seemingly chipper demeanor, this stare she possessed, this daunting glare, it never failed to run your blood cold. The goosebumps on your forearms sparked instantaneously, like a knee-jerk reaction as she stood directly in front of you. Your breath hitched. “I can assure you, the life you live is in no way similar to the life of a prisoner, Princess.”

“Have I mentioned how unsettling it is when you stare at me like that?” Your attempt to keep the air light was acknowledged and she loosened her shoulders.

“You think so? I have been trying to perfect it, Ayo told me it isn't quite there, but I disagree.” She grinned. You respected Aneka a lot, and you respected her ability to shift from soldier to friend with ease.

You rolled your eyes with a huff, flopping onto your bed rather dramatically. “I'm glad you find this so amusing.”

“If you are so miserable without your scientist, why don't you make your case to go see her? I'm sure Shuri and T’challa would not mind you spending time with her, she and the Princess are friends after all.” You tried ignoring the buzz you felt at the words, your scientist. Riri was yours, all yours.

This made you sit up, a plotting grin hanging on your mouth. “Oh don't you worry about that, Aneka dear. I have that all figured out.”

“Now it is you who unsettles me, Princess. I want no part in whatever it is you are scheming. I will report to the King that you are awake.” With that, she picked up her spear and shifted out the door, leaving you alone to your own devices. Not a particularly logical thing to do, seeing as you had it in your mind you would be seeing your girlfriend soon. You and your devices would make sure of that.

•••

The Throne Room awakened memories you tried putting to bed. Months of avoidance, only for you to return now, reliving everything all over again. Gone was that homey feel it previously housed, in its place stood despair. Somehow the rain was aware of that. Crying skies depicted the emotions you felt being back here, your mood threatening to darken like the clouds outside.

It was quiet. No stirring apart from the gentle showers. Your brother was alone, as you hoped he'd be.

Stoic as ever, T’challa stood in front of the reinforced windows, palms tucked inside each other behind his back as he studied the foggy glass. You needed not to see his face to know he was contemplating, deep in his thoughts, swimming in them as he often did.

His whirring mind did nothing to conceal your presence from him. There was no doubt he sensed you coming before you even rounded the corner. “Do my eyes and ears deceive me?”

He watched you now, following your distorted silhouette through the glass as you strode toward him.

“They do not, My King.” His aura as intense as it was inviting, pulling you closer until your feet rested right beside his towering body. You joined him in his leisure, your own eyes falling to the streams of water racing each other down the surface.

"How are you?" His true concern buried deep under the question, and you answered as best you could, aware he was feeling similarly.

You bumped his shoulder with your own, grinning ever so slightly.

When he chuckled, it rumbled out of him from deep within. It was teasing, just as you expected. It was also comforting, cozy, washing over you and lightening your mood. “Have you come to ask me for something Shuri has said no to? If she has denied you, I am afraid there is nothing I can do to help you, Littlest Sister.”

He was bluffing and you knew it. Together, there was no negotiating with Shuri and T’challa. They worked as a unit to plot your untimely demise, as you were so fond of saying. Or rather Shuri worked, whilst T'challa merely followed her lead. The simple thought of your new ‘restrictions’ had your irritation flaring. No late night walks or drives alone, no venturing to the river without supervision, you had to be home at a certain time, no spending the night at your friend's.

Some were reasonable, you could admit that, and you understood their worry completely. But not allowing you to go shopping in the market without Aneka at your side was a tad overbearing. You were not a child, you could protect yourself just as well as they could. But once the two of them made up their minds together, that was final.

Which is precisely why you sought T’challa out alone. Of the two, he was easiest to manipulate. In Shuri's absence, you got what you wanted. She knew your tricks too well, having been the one to teach them to you. It was tougher for T’challa to say no to you and you took advantage of that.

“No. I have not seen Shuri today actually. Aneka was too busy, she could not cradle me in her arms like a baby and escort me to the lab.” You narrowed your eyes and his smile grew.

He tsked, deciding to play along. “That is too bad. I suppose since you have no supervision, I have no choice but to confine you to your room for the rest of the day, hmm?”

“I do not need supervision, Brother, as I've been saying for months.”

“Then what is it that you want? I am sure it’s something.”

Your gasp was dramatic as you clutched your chest, and it made him laugh again. “Do I have to want something to pay my Big Brother a visit?”

“Usually, yes. What else would bring you here, and have you address me as King, instead of what was it again? Oh yes, your jailer.”

You rolled your eyes, stomping your foot in the process. He still hadn't changed his stance, if he didn't see your pout and puppy dog eyes, you would be leaving here without the thing you came for. “Well now that you mention it, there is something I have come to discuss.”

“See, I knew it!”

“But! It is not for me, it's for Shuri.”

He turned to face you then, sporting a curious expression. Perfect, it was game time. “Well, I am sure you've noticed she retreats to her lab more often these days. You didn't hear this from me, but I think she sleeps there. It's worrisome. Not good for her at all.”

You embellished your concern, adding extra emphasis to certain words in attempts to keep his attention.

The two of you nodded in unison. “Yes, I have noticed this. You are correct, it is worrisome.”

“Right? I’d say maybe she should be the one constantly surveilled and not me, seeing as she's clearly losing herself in whatever it is she's working on over there. This new project of hers has truly been causing immense stress. It's not healthy, I think–”

T’challa snapped his fingers, losing patience with your rambling. “Your point, let us focus on that.”

“Oh yes! My point! The reason I am here! Well, I have a proposal that I believe can be good for her. Something, or rather someone, who can assist her, someone who gets her. A person who thinks similarly to the way she does.”

“And who is this person you speak of?”

A large smile spread across your face as you thought of her, her name escaping you coated in sheer adoration. Adoration you wanted to keep inside. But in order to carry out your plan, have it succeed, you would need to share it, reveal it only slightly to get your way. “Riri Williams.”

“Ah, yes. The American scientist. You believe she can help Shuri?”

You paced in front of him, your hands mimicking his behind your back. “Oh, I do, yes. They are both very intelligent, I believe they can help each other.”

“And how do you know this is something that either of them will want?” His eyes followed you, watching you walk back and forth.

“Well, I can assure you, Big Brother, this is something Miss Williams and I have discussed for quite some time. She wants to return to Wakanda and I would love– I mean, I think Shuri could benefit from her being here.” You cleared your throat and tried to ignore the smirk on your brother's face.

Your demeanor displayed the utmost confidence. You rocked perfect posture and spoke with worry-drenched words, but still, there was a storm brewing inside you.

Your heartbeat stuttered with every sentence, sweat dampened your forehead the longer you stood under T'challa's skeptical gaze. He knew there was something deeper going on than your concern for Shuri, but you had to sell it the best you could.

“Is that so?” That smile on his face told you he was not at all convinced by your sentiment. But you did not need to be convincing, you only needed his permission.

You nodded with a hard smile and faux desperation. He could not break you, you wouldn't let him. “Yes.”

“You and Miss Williams speak often?” Something in his tone dipped and so did your stomach.

“We are friends. Can I not have friends?”

T’challa threw his hands up and you exhaled softly, an indication that he would not be pressing you any further.

“I do not believe that this is entirely for Shuri, you’re not that selfless,” You feigned hurt and he laughed, scratching his beard. “But I will allow it. I quite like Riri, let her know she is free to visit whenever she may like.”

“You wound me, Big Brother. But I quite like Riri as well, and so does Shuri, obviously. Which is why I have decided to arrange her visit for this weekend.”

You beamed, and he squinted at you. “Oh, Littlest Sister, this is where you reveal the part of your plan I will not like, right?”

You bobbed your head up and down before speaking. “I was thinking since this is a surprise for Shuri, I could accompany Aneka on the trip? It would be good for Miss Williams to be greeted by a familiar face you know. She doesn’t know Aneka as well as she knows me. It would make her more comfortable.”

You threw your arms around him before he could protest, pulling back to gaze at him with the most gentle, pleading eyes you could muster. “You've already said she can visit, I just want to make sure her journey here is safe. This would make you my favorite big brother in the world!”

“I’m your only brother. And I did not agree to this. This was not the idea you pitched to me. No, Aneka can retrieve her on her own.”

“Please? Please can I go? I've been cooped up in this palace for months, I just want to greet my friend. Say yes, please?”

He shook his head in defiance. “No. And that is final. I will not risk your safety. Out of the question.”

Your arms were around his neck again as you begged, yanking hard and promising to take extra precautions. You felt T’challa relax under you and a devious smirk formed on your lips, dripping triumphantly. You’d won.

“Fine. But Shuri cannot know, do you hear me?”

You zipped your lips and locked them, tossing the imaginary key over your shoulder. Your smile still housed those doe eyes, and he shook his head.

“Go. Before I change my mind.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

You skipped off then, humming to yourself on your stroll back to your quarters. Excitement and anticipation bubbled in your chest at the thought of seeing your girlfriend again. Your longing daydreams of holding her and kissing her would soon become a reality and you felt like you were going to burst.

•••

“Where you going? You look pretty.” The holographic image of Riri’s face examined your expression. You were on your way to surprise her, and it was getting harder to conceal your joy the longer you spoke to her.

You smiled with a light blush, getting lost in her eyes. “Oh, I’m just heading to Shuri’s lab with my babysitter.”

Aneka’s groan was loud enough for Riri to hear and she laughed. “Well, I miss you baby. I wish you were coming to see me.”

“I miss you too, my love.” Riri stretched and you bit your lip at the sight of her in only a sports bra.

When she caught your reaction, she smirked. “You miss me? Or you miss something else, ma?”

“I do not appreciate what you are implying here.” Your voice lowered to a whisper as you eyed Aneka cautiously.

Riri laughed again and the mere sound of it soothed you, making it exceedingly hard to be annoyed with her. “I got the texts to back it up too. Remember when you said, ‘I just want to feel your mouth on m-’”

“Okay! We’ve arrived at the lab, I will talk to you later! Love you, bye!” You swiftly ended the call, hanging your head in embarrassment. Riri’s candor would never be a thing you got used to, you’d found. It was something you loved about her, her openness, but it never failed to shock you.

Aneka turned her head slightly as she spoke to you. “If only the King knew what he agreed to when he allowed you to go on this trip. I told you to leave me out of it, now I have to be subjected to these displays.”

“Ugh! How much longer until we are there? Can’t be trapped in here with you for another minute.” You huffed and she returned her attention to flying the aircraft.

“I can turn it around, you know?” Her words rendered you silent, and you remained that way for the rest of the flight. It was easy to discern from the self-satisfied smirk on her face that Aneka was pleased with her ability to shut you up. You were too excited to see Riri to challenge her anyway, even if you were sure her threat was indeed false.

“We are here.”

Stepping off the Talon Fighter, each breath you drew dried your mouth out, nerves beginning to get the best of you. This was not your first time in America, but it was your first time in Boston, and your first time being in Riri’s world.

Your mind trailed back to when you’d learned of Shuri’s kidnapping the last time she was here, along with Riri. Terror grew inside you that day at the thought of never seeing your sister again. You feared for Riri too, though you hadn’t known her then.

Now it was impossible to envision not knowing her. She took up so much space in your life, and did so gracefully over the span of months.

Your anxiety grew the closer you inched to her dorm room, treading through the sea of students littering the hall. You stood in front of her door then, and you knocked, anticipation clawing at your throat. Trembling fingers fidgeted at your sides as you waited. Seconds felt like hours, ticking by slower than molasses moved, and you allowed the intrusive thoughts to trample your mind like a stampede of elephants.

Did your hair look okay? You’d gotten your Bantu Knots redone that morning, just for her. What if she hated them? What if months apart made her realize she was no longer interested in you? Was she even home? Did she meet someone else? Maybe that was why she hadn’t answered the door yet. Perhaps she was no-

The door swung open and a rather sweaty-looking Riri stood before you: eyes wide and lips parted as her chest heaved. Post-workout looked amazing on her.

She hadn’t moved, nor had she uttered a word, her slow blink recognized as shock. You found yourself at a loss for words as well, taking her in fully for the first time in far too long. The two of you got lost in each other's eyes, as you often did. Staring down at her ignited that pull you’d been craving for months. Your eyes flickered to her lips, and she nodded, still unable to speak. You knew what she wanted, you wanted it too, yearned for it, even if you couldn’t find the words to say it.

You leaned in, smashing your lips to hers and fireworks exploded at the connection. Kissing her awoke a hunger inside your sternum. Riri hopped up, wrapping her legs around your waist and you backed the both of you into her room before kicking the door shut. Her back was on the bed shortly after as you hovered above her, lips still locked. Breathing was an afterthought. You only wanted more of her, all of her.

“You lied to me.” She managed in between hard pecks to your throat. Your hands roamed her sides and her exposed stomach as you moaned into her touch. “Said you was going to Shuri’s lab.”

“I know. Surprise.” Your lips met her chest and she shuddered with a giggle. Her whimpers drove you mad and you tugged on her leggings. “Off.”

She obliged without a beat of hesitation, and you slithered down her body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down her abs on your way to your final destination.

You rolled beside her, exhaling loudly and she laughed into your side. “You are radiant, do you know that?”

“You aight too, I guess.” You gasped and pinched her thigh, bringing forth a whine. When you shifted to face her on the mattress, you found her shiny eyes already on you. The sight warmed your insides. Feeling the heat radiating from her sweaty body pulled you in, that neverending attraction working overtime to weave you two together. Being by her side mended parts of you you did not know were fractured, and you felt whole again. Riri made you whole.

Words were still scarce as you lay next to her panting body, the dim light casting shadows over that face that stole your breath away.

“What are you thinking about?” Riri’s gentle voice was like a song, and you got caught up in its melody.

“You. How much I missed you. How much I love you.” You watched the words wash over her and she grinned, making your heart flutter in that way only she could. You’d said your first real ‘I love yous’ two months ago, and now you couldn't stop.

Riri sat up, pulling her knees to her bare chest, head resting on them as she watched you intently. “How are you here right now?”

“As I said, I missed you and I wanted to see you.”

“Right, but how are you here? Thought T’challa and Shuri had that ass on lockdown.”

You rolled your eyes with a faint smile. “I think I have proven that when it comes to you, I am willing to defy everyone and everything in the world.”

“Damn, okay Princess. So how long you staying?”

“I’m not. You are coming with me.”

You watched the confusion flash across her face. “To Wakanda?” You nodded and she scrunched her nose.

“I got class on Monday baby. I can’t just-”

“I will have you back here in time for your classes. Now, get dressed and gather your things. Aneka is waiting.”

Riri did as she was told, grabbing a bag from her messy closet, stuffing clothes into it. “So you flying me to another continent? Just for the weekend? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“Yes.” Your answer was matter-of-fact and simple, and you could tell she was having a hard time believing it.

She slung her bag over her shoulder nonetheless and waited by the door for you to lead the way. “Ion know how I be forgetting I’m dating a literal Princess. Like powerful kingdom and rich as hell type Princess. How do I forget that?”

You laughed, grabbing her fingers and lacing them into yours. The static shock did not cause either of you to jump, instead, you latched on tighter. “It’s because I am quite humble, what can I say.”

“Or I’m just so obsessed and in love with you alone, I block out all the unimportant stuff. Like how rich you are.”

You beamed down at her clinging to your arm. “I think I like that reason better.”

“While we on the subject, just how rich are y’all over there? Gimme like ballpark or something.”

Your chuckle was hearty as the two of you boarded the ship hand in hand and you shook your head.

•••

The trip home seemed to be shorter than the one leaving. Riri was all over you the entire time: sitting in your lap, kissing your face, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, and making you giggle with her corny little science jokes.

“Okay, okay you gon like this one. What do you call it when a biologist takes a photo of themself?”

Your eyes rolled and you sighed. “I don't know.”

“A cell-fie.” She laughed in that over-exaggerated way she reserved only for you and slapped her knee. It was your own fault really, you’d made the mistake of telling her science and humor did not mesh well, so it became her mission to prove you wrong.

“That was awful.” You responded with a fond smile.

She pushed off you and you attempted to pull her back. “Man whatever. That shit was hard, you just wouldn't get it. Shuri would laugh.”

“Speaking of my darling sister. She doesn't exactly know you are coming.”

Riri quirked a brow, and you heard Aneka huff a soft laugh at your confession. “What are you talking about?”

“Well… in order to get my brother to agree with you coming here, I was forced to tell a few white lies. One of which included me telling him I was bringing you here as a surprise for Shuri.” Your grin did nothing to shift her frown.

“And what does that mean for us? This isn't gon be like the first time I was here right? Because that was just, no. I ain't doing that ag–”

You reached for her hands, trying to ease her unrest. “No! Of course not. You would only have to spend some time with her in the lab. And given her current state, it is highly probable that she'll kick you out almost immediately. Then we may spend the weekend together. Trust that I have thought this through, mtuwam.”

“Okay… if you say so.” It was evident she was still a bit uneasy, so you kissed her lips gently, hoping to soothe her.

“Princess, we are home.”

Reentering Wakanda’s borders was an activity you could never grow bored of. Your home was marvelous, and being reminded of that was an amazing feeling.

Letting go of Riri’s hand proved to be a difficult task. You kept grabbing it and pressing kisses to her knuckles, prolonging your stay on the ship. T’challa was waiting to greet you as you landed and you made sure to stand a reasonable distance from Riri, though her body called to you.

“I see you have made it back in one piece. I must admit, I didn't think the odds would be in your favor, Littlest Sister.”

“Comedy does not suit you, Big Brother, I would stick to sulking on the throne if I were you.”

He laughed, then his eyes drifted to Riri perched patiently beside you. “So happy to have you back with us Miss Williams. I'm sure Shuri will be as well.”

“Happy y’all invited me. Wakanda is dope as hell, I love it here.” Her response was genuine and it filled your chest with pride. You met her gaze for a split second longer than intended and you couldn't help but grin. Damn those striking eyes of hers.

You cleared your throat, excusing yourself to help Riri settle in and T’challa nodded. “Give me your bag dear.”

It was a whisper soft enough only for the two of you to hear, and you hoped the gesture wouldn't seem too off. You were simply being hospitable. There was no way you were letting Riri carry her own bag, not when your hands were ready and available.

Your hands brushed at the exchange, longing fingers lingering lovingly. You felt eyes on the two of you as you walked away, but when you turned, there was no one.

“And the best part is my room is right down the hall. So you can sneak out at night to visit me. Or I can visit you, whichever you prefer.” You’d just gotten Riri settled in one of the palace's spare rooms.

She only beamed at you, pulling you in by your waist and you laughed. Her hands on your body just felt right. She was on her tippy toes then, kissing you long and deep, and you molded into her. Her fingers traced the hem of your skirt, climbing higher and higher up your thigh.

She shoved you onto the bed with force and you groaned. “Riri.”

“Just go with it.” She was on your lap soon after, wet mouth roaming your exposed neck as she created bruises that were sure to last.

You moaned, allowing your fingers to find her hips. “We can't.”

“You sure?” Her head was descending lower and you wanted her to keep going, every muscle in your body wanted to guide her, but you couldn’t. Not now, not with the Dora posted outside the room door, and not when you were supposed to be sticking to your plan. You knew T’challa would be checking in soon and you needed to head to Shuri’s lab immediately to avoid further suspicion.

“Ayo is outside, and T’challa could stop by at any time. I do not want to risk anything. Besides, we must go see Shuri now.”

Riri groaned but got up, once again allowing you to lead the way. You laughed at her and she stuck out her tongue. Bast, you had to be the luckiest person on Earth, with the cutest girlfriend on Earth.

“You sure Shuri’s in here? It ain’t usually this dark.” The two of you entered your sister’s lab. It was empty. Her playlist drowned out the sounds of her soft snoring, but they got louder the closer you inched to her.

“Oh, she is certainly in here. Griot, the lights please.”

The AI obeyed, lighting up the space to reveal a sleeping Shuri at one of the workstations. She was still in her clothes from the day prior, same lab coat too. Her curls were wild and frizzy from not being tied down and there was a small amount of drool on the side of her mouth.

“Yo, did she sleep here?” Riri walked closer to where you stood in front of your sister and you nodded. “Do we wake her?”

“In due time, my love, in due time.” You snapped a selfie of you and her sleeping form, mentally bookmarking it for later use. Your girlfriend shook her head next to you and your lips curved. “Now we wake her.”

Your finger met her cheek and you poked, but she did not stir. Then a thought struck you and you did everything to hold in your laughter.

“Shuri! You will never believe this, wake up! Tems has followed you back, look!”

This jolted her awake, and you took note of the candy wrapper stuck to the other side of her face. “She what? The love of my life has noticed me? Where? Show me!”

“Yeah, she did not actually notice you, but could you imagine? Tems is not thinking of you, dear sister. Just needed to wake you is all, seeing as you slept here again after you said you wouldn't.”

Shuri narrowed her eyes, looking you up and down curiously. “I would much rather sleep here than in the same place as my lying and deceitful sister. You cannot joke like that, you know how much I love her.”

“Right…” She pinched your arm and you yelped. "Ouch! What is your problem?!"

“Speaking of lies and deception, I will give you one chance to tell me where you went this morning, I lost signal on your Kimoyo beads for a few hours.”

Your groan was to be expected, and it did not soften her accusing tone. You knew Shuri would be tracking you, which is why you switched them off the moment you were outside the border. “I am not a child, you know. I can come and go as I please.”

“No. You cannot. Now tell me where you went and who you were with.”

Riri poked her head out from behind you after minutes of going unnoticed by your sister. She waved shyly with a smile. “She actually came to get me. Heard you was working on something that had you stressed, and your sister thought I could help.”

She reached up to pluck the wrapper from Shuri’s face and you swallowed your laughter.

“Riri! I've missed you! I honestly did not see you standing behind her. Sometimes I forget how short you are.” She pulled the smaller girl in for a hug and you snarled.

Annoyance bustled within you, the need to protect Riri taking hold of your thoughts and actions. “Hey! She is not that short. You’re one to talk.”

Shuri tilted her head, startled by your outburst, and your attempt to play it cool was rendered useless when you caught Riri’s sly smirk, clearly pleased with your defense. You fought your own smile, ignoring the awkward tension floating above the three of you. You prayed desperately for it to dissolve, fearing Shuri’s comments if it did not. “Okay then, that wasn't weird at all. Where is your sense of humor sister, geez? But anyway, Riri, yes I could use your help. I have not slept in my bed in days.”

“We can tell.” You retorted and she attempted to smack you.

“Uh yeah, how can I help?” It took nothing for them to completely zone out, wholly consumed by their work.

Though your presence was neglected soon after, the sight of the two most important women in your life bonding warmed your entire heart. You did not think it possible to love Riri more, but witnessing the smile she brought to Shuri’s face, seeing the way her eyes lit up, made you aware of how wrong you were. Loving her was limitless. It was so easy for her, lifting the spirits of others, being generous with her mind and time. She filled you with joy and pride, every ounce threatening to seep out of you.

You were staring, and you knew it, but it was not a thing that could be helped. Being so enamored with all that Riri was, you were oblivious to Shuri’s eyes darting between you and the young scientist you ogled across the lab.

Riri’s presence was enveloping like that, it toweled around you, muffling everything that wasn’t her.

“I think I'm going to call it a night. Going to actually sleep in my bed for once. Riri you are welcome to stay here as long as you like, I’m sure my sister would be happy to keep you company.” Something in her tone of voice sounded off, but it was difficult to pinpoint.

Riri nodded, turning back to the blueprints on the interface.

“Be safe, please.” Shuri kissed your head, smiling softly before leaving.

It wasn’t long before Riri took advantage of your aloneness, leaping onto you like a bunny. Her mouth was all over you, and you were a mess underneath her. She gripped your ass and you shrieked. “Riri, not here, we can't.”

“When you gon give me a chance to show you just how much I missed you, ma?” She kissed your stomach, pulling a tired moan from the back of your throat.

She knew just how to get you worked up, touching and kissing all the right spots. “Okay, fine. But it cannot be here.”

The two of you were giggling messes as you tiptoed through the silent palace. Riri pulled you into a secluded hallway, nipping hungrily at your jaw. Her tongue lapped over the bruises decorating your neck, amplifying your need for her. You smirked down into her lust-filled eyes. She would take you right here, and you were prepared to let her.

“I want you.” Her fingers were already under your skirt and you whimpered at the contact. Your heart came alive in your chest, batting against you from the thrill of it all.

A heated kiss muffled your moans as you writhed under her. “Shhh baby. You gon get us caught.”

It was difficult, and Riri was terribly skilled with her fingers. You were both gone off each other, so inebriated that the footsteps approaching the dark corridor went unnoticed. Someone cleared their throat and you jumped. Your stomach flipped, and your heartbeat revved into overdrive. Thrill melted away, dissolving into gut-wrenching dread.

You ripped your wet lips from Riri’s and turned to face the mystery person. The two of you were distraught and out of breath as Ayo inched closer. “Princess? Is that you? What are you doing out this late? The King–”

“I will head to my room now! No need to involve my brother!” The shake in your voice was noticeable, and her eyes widened when she caught sight of kiss-blown Riri tucked nervously behind you.

“Oh! Um, my apologies Princess. I was not aware you were not… alone. But please, head to your quarters. If I have found you, anyone can.” You tried ignoring her admonishment, but she was correct after all. Taking this kind of risk could have ended a lot worse, T’challa could’ve found you, Shuri. You knew better. It was reckless, but when Riri was in your head, thinking straight was a battle, a losing one.

She dipped her head, leaving you and your girlfriend alone. Your laughs were instant after, and you slapped your palms over each other's mouths. “Ooh, you in trouble Princess.”

“Stop it! Come on, let's go.” You tugged her to your quarters, fully intending on finishing what was interrupted moments ago.

•••

Waking up with Riri next to you was a feeling you needed to know forever, you’d decided. In the dark of the night, she'd tucked herself into your side, head on your chest as small snores escaped her. Being deprived of this sight, this warmth, for as long as you were was criminal.

She nestled closer and it just about brought you to tears. A soft kiss to her temple pulled her from slumber and she frowned, stunning brown eyes finding yours instantly. “You woke me.”

“With a kiss.”

“I ain't sleeping beauty.” She glared at you, it was so cute you just had to kiss her again.

Your chuckle was immediate as you stared at her arms, still wrapped around your torso with zero plans of letting go. “You are beautiful when you sleep, so I disagree. You're quite the sleeping beauty.”

“Corny.”

Rapid knocking at your door hindered your response and you panicked. It was far too early for Aneka to be checking on you. You leapt out of bed frantically with your sheet wrapped around your naked body, fearing it was one of your siblings. “Who is it? I am not yet decent.”

“It is just me, Princess. Thought I’d come to check on you a bit earlier, in case you needed help sneaking a certain scientist out of your quarters.”

You sighed loudly. “I don't need–”

“Do not lie, Princess. I am aware of where she spent the night. Your little run-in with my wife last night has made me privy to many things.”

You heard Riri giggle behind you and you huffed. “We are fine, Aneka. Your assistance is not needed.”

“Very well. Oh, and Shuri would like to see Miss Williams in her lab later today. Something about their project. And, be cautious, ndiyacela.”

It was unclear if Aneka’s concern about your relationship remaining a secret was out of love for you, or fear of losing her job. But knowing her, it could very well be both. When she left, you crawled back into bed, pulling Riri atop you, cradling her body ever so delicately in your arms. She tucked her head beneath your chin, meshing well with your skin there.

A puzzle, the pair of you were, you fit just right. Tender fingers massaged circles into her back, causing her to coo into your ear. If given the choice, you'd stay this way forever, making her frame an extension of your own.

“We have got to get up eventually, mtuwam.”

This caused her to groan and snuggle closer into you. “Don't wanna.”

“If we do not get up, someone will come looking for us. Most likely Shuri herself, if she's requested to see you.”

Riri held you tight, still refusing to budge. You had no desire to move either, having made a home under her warmth. But alas, like a wolf, you had to blow it down, leaving her bare skin exposed to the cool of the room.

Her little huff of annoyance was adorable as she shifted back to the side of the bed she slept on, and you got up. “So does this mean you won't join me in the shower? That is too bad. I remember how much you enjoyed the water pressure when you were here last.”

Riri’s head rose from the covers excitedly, tripping over the sheets as she ran into your arms.

After your shower activities, you and Riri found yourselves battling to keep your hands off of each other in the elevator down to Shuri's lab, touching her only enabled your growing addiction.

The lights were dimmer than usual when you stepped off, it was quieter too, no music or buzzing chatter of her team. Weird. There was always movement during the daytime.

“Shuri?” You called into the darkness, but silence greeted you. It all felt off; ominous, and you did not like it.

Riri tugged on your arm. “Ion think she's here babe.”

“Oh, but she is here… babe.” A shadow moved toward you and you squinted, eyes adjusting to Shuri as she stopped in your direct line of sight. T’challa was not far behind, face contorted into what you believed was meant to be a scowl. “See. I told you, Brother, if I sent word for Riri, our darling sister would be in tow as well.”

Shit.

Your eyes passed quickly to Riri, who seemed more confused than anything. You, on the other hand, were on the verge of collapsing. The drumming in your chest blared in your heated ears, blocking out the sound of Shuri’s ranting. T’challa had not yet addressed you, his eyes merely fanned you disappointedly, which somehow made it all worse. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Answer my next question truthfully or so help me…” Shuri wiped her palms down her face with an exasperated sigh, thickening the atmosphere with the air her body expelled.

“Are you two,” She wagged her finger between Riri and yourself. “You two are… Bast, Brother I cannot even say the words.”

She was being theatrical, honestly. When Shuri got like this it was hard to get her to listen to reason, but reason escaped you, so either way you were screwed. You passed a glance at your girlfriend, whose eyes seemed particularly fond of the shiny floors. Every bone in your body wanted to comfort her, needed to reassure her, but you froze, your feet planting deep roots in the ground, prohibiting your movement.

“Littlest Sister, is it true? What Shuri has told me about you and Miss Williams? Are you two… involved? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” T'challa spoke at last as Shuri paced.

Involved? Involved made it sound so formal, so dated, like the two of you were in your forties. You were not involved, you were in love. Admitting that would only escalate things now though, so you bit your tongue and hung your head in shame. You had to hand it to him though, pulling out the doting brother card was almost enough to crack you.

Neither of you spoke, fearing too much the outcome. Riri’s discomfort buzzed off her and onto you as though it was your own. Not easing it was enough to fracture you again, undoing all the rebuilding you’d done in the past twenty-four hours. She stood silently, fidgeting with her fingers, intending on following your lead like usual, but you were all out of moves.

“Take her silence as an answer Brother.” Shuri’s unyielding glare made you flinch. Under any other circumstance, you’d find her behavior amusing, but her ability to intimidate had grown more effective after ingesting the heart-shaped herb.

You cleared your throat, finally gaining the courage to speak and you felt hopeful eyes on you, Riri’s eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

“Answer the question, liar.”

A laugh climbed your throat as Shuri spat her sentence at you, but you swallowed it. “And what is it that you presume I've lied about?”

Your question was only to gauge their knowledge, to see just how much you could twist your already existing string of lies before it snapped completely and forever.

Shuri tapped her chin dramatically. “Hmm, well let us see. Should we start with the original lie you told to get her here? Disguising it as a surprise for me,” T’challa nodded beside her, cosigning the entire ordeal. “But that one is more on you, Brother, for not catching it.”

“Hey now! In my defense, I was truly concerned for you when I agreed to Miss Williams coming here.”

“You were a fool is what you were. You fall for her tricks all the time, it's sad. I’m sorry, but it is.”

T’challa scoffed. “Can we please focus? I am not the one in trouble here.”

“I'm just saying, if only you had run this past me, instead of blindly agreeing, this could have been avoided altogether.” Shuri’s expressive hands spoke with her, just as frantic, just as accusing.

“Well–”

Your anxiety dissipated the longer you watched the two of them bicker, who the ring leader was, was clear as day. You passed a glance at Riri, discreetly squeezing her hand for a few seconds.

“Oh! Did you see that?! Let's get back to you deceivers, eh? Seeing the way you defended her when I called her short did not concern me much, it was odd, but not concerning. Now, the way you ogled her, that, raised my eyebrow.”

She paced some more, condemning you with each stride. “I knew that look, it’s the same look I sport when Tems uploads a new photo. But it was not quite enough, no. It could be explained away.”

Shuri stopped, regarding Riri’s puzzled exterior before turning her focus to you. “And that brings me to my next piece of evidence,” Her fingers lowered the collar on your button-up and you cursed under your breath. “Brother, what do these look like to you?”

He jolted to attention, clearly unaware his input would be warranted. “Um, I believe those are hickeys.”

“Hickeys.” The word rancid on her tongue. “I noticed them when I kissed you goodnight. Now how would my little sister get hickeys on her neck? They weren’t there the day before, but conveniently appeared when Riri arrived.”

“I saw you take her bag as well. Yesterday when you returned, you carried her bag, you may not have thought I saw it, but I did. Shuri, tell them.”

Shuri rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, T’challa saw the stupid bag. The point is we know about you two. We know everything. And there is more.”

“More? What more?” T’challa seemed just as perplexed as you and Riri, eyeing Shuri in anticipation.

She held up her wrist, displaying a rather incriminating video on her beads. T'challa’s gasp was as loud as it was comical. It was of the both of you, in the lab last night. Your mouth on hers, hands in places they shouldn’t have been. Your blush crept up the back of your neck, stretching across the span of your body. You felt it in your stomach, your toes, it even slithered itself into your mouth. Bitter and dry, and scarce of compassion.

“I needed to be sure of my suspicions, so I turned on the cameras before I left. What do you have to say for yourselves? Lying will not save you now, we have seen everything.”

“Everything.” T’challa repeated, waving his finger in your faces.

You locked eyes with your girlfriend again, communicating without words. “Fine. You've caught us.”

“I knew it!”

Shuri’s glower was a bullet of irritation, and she smacked T’challa in the head. “Of course you knew it, genius. I told you this before they arrived.”

“Right. You did, yes.”

Your laugh evaded you before you could stop it and you were met with the same look your brother received. “So you find this funny?”

You shook your head. “Sorry, no. This is all very serious. Serious allegations, serious evidence. Carry on.”

“How long?”

“A few months.”

She squinted. “How many months?”

“Seven.”

They both widened their eyes at your confession, and T’challa slapped his hand over his mouth, bewildered. “You have been lying to us for seven months?!?! So this started before you returned to America?”

Her question darted to Riri, and she waited expectantly for an answer. “Yes.”

Your brother shook his head, mirroring Shuri because of course he did. “You are too young to be involved with anyone.”

“Exactly. I forbid it.” Shuri threw her hands up as if her word was final. You refuted her statement with a quickness, under no circumstances did she get a say in your love life. Before you knew it, you were in a screaming match with your siblings, a rare occurrence, but you would not back down.

“You can't forbid me from loving your sister Shuri.”

The yelling subsided, three royal heads whipping around to face Riri. You had not expected that, you hadn't expected her to say anything. It was your mess, not hers. Your lies.

“Loving her?”

Riri stepped forward, gripping your fingers tightly, and for the first time, the shock startled you. “I love your sister. I'm in love with her. And if I'm speaking out of turn my bad, but forbidding us from being together ain't gon work because I’m not giving her up, not ever,” She observed them cautiously before continuing.

“Now I understand why there might be cause for concern, I get it, after what y’all went through, being protective is justified. But trust that I wanna protect her too? I want her safe, I want her sound, and I want her loved. I love her so much, too much, and ion wanna have to do that in secret. I don't wanna have to hide. Because your sister deserves more than that.”

T’challa was the first to wipe his tears. “Shuri, maybe we are being too harsh. They seem happy, hmm?”

“Was that rehearsed or did it all just come to you right now?” Her unrelenting glare was beginning to falter.

“Can't rehearse how I feel Shuri, I just… feel.”

Shuri's watchful eyes were on you, you felt them, but you only had the strength to focus on one thing, so you chose Riri. Her words rearranged every cell in your body, rendering you entirely and utterly speechless. Coherence was a thing you no longer knew as you stood dumbfounded, watching her, learning her all over again. For a moment you zoned out, forgetting where you were and how you’d gotten there.

“And what have you to say, Sister?”

“I-I love her too. She means everything to me. She is my person. I choose Riri, I will always choose Riri.” Gazing into her eyes felt different this time, more honest, more open; though they sucked you in all the same.

Shuri gagged. “You two are gross, but I suppose I can allow this, seeing as I trust you both,” She turned to Riri then. “But if you ever hurt her, and I mean in any way, I will create a virus so complex and otherworldly to infiltrate and destroy every piece of technology you own, including your suit. Maybe even while you're in it, zipping around in the sky. Then bam!"

She slammed her fist on a table with force, cracking it in half and you both jumped, blinking in disbelief. T'challa's snicker was muffled behind you and you shot him a look.

"Just because we are friends doesn't mean I won't demolish you in the name of my little sister. I will end you, in every way I know how. And trust that I know many.”

Riri gulped, clearly shaken by Shuri’s tone shift. “That's fair, I respect that.”

“Now I may not be as harsh with my words as my little sister, but I do agree with everything that was just stated. Do we have an understanding?” Your brother’s hands were on Riri’s shoulders and she bobbed her head. “Good. You two may go, enjoy the rest of your weekend, I will deal with Shuri. Make sure she calms down.”

You wasted no time, scurrying off and onto the elevator, wanting desperately to escape your siblings.

•••

The evening breeze was brisk, and it cooled your tea as you watched the city lights flicker on. The sweet aroma of her leave-in conditioner greeted you before she did, wafting deep inside your nose and clinging to your senses. You smiled when she emerged on your balcony.

“We suck at being in a secret relationship.” Riri sat in your lap and you gripped her waist.

“Absolutely horrible at it.” Her eyes were the softest you'd ever seen them, leaking with vulnerability and want. “Perhaps our love is not meant to be concealed, mtuwam.”

Her lips curved upward, delighted by your admission. “Say more words like that.”

“I want to love you in the open. I want the world to know you are mine and I am yours, truly and fully.”

“Damn. You real good at that. Almost makes me wanna kiss you.”

Her words made you scoff, as they were intended to, and she laughed. “Almost?”

“Kinda scared to do anything now after your crazy ass siblings just jumped me.”

Your own laugh bellowed out, causing her to dip her head into the crook of your neck. “If I am remembering correctly, they cornered us both.”

“And who got threatened with an ‘otherworldly’ virus? Me or you? You ain't tell me Shuri was kinda…”

“What? Insane? I'm sure I've mentioned this over my many rants about her aforementioned insanity.”

She glared at you, and you smirked. “Seeing it for myself was different. I ain't believe you for real.”

“That's truly something, I'm glad we are in agreement, but can you please kiss me now? Or do you want me to tell them you've been denying me, and you’ve hurt me?”

Riri grabbed your cheeks and scrunched her nose. So, so cute. “Shut up.” Her lips were on yours moments after, and her tongue was in your mouth. The kiss was rough, it was passionate, and it warmed your insides better than your long-forgotten tea ever could on this chilly night.

A clap of thunder gave you déjà vu and you two pulled away. The stars competed with the shine in her eyes, losing terribly. You were bathing in rain soon after as she pulled you in again.

When the showers became too much, you carried her inside, tossing her damp body onto your bed before getting on top of her and connecting your foreheads.

She giggled as she held your wet face in place. “Convenient how it always rains when we on that balcony of yours.”

“Perhaps it is all my doing. To get you out of your clothing of course.”

She leaned up to whisper in your ear. “You don't need rain for that baby.”

“Ndikuthanda kakhulu, Riri Williams.”

And she grinned, wider than ever, basking in the tangible feeling of said love. “Right back at ya.”

#riri williams x black!fem!reader #riri williams x fem!reader #lyricswriting #riri williams x black!reader #myworks #riri x black!reader #ironheart x black!reader #ironheart x reader #riri williams x reader #riri williams fanfic #dominique thorne #black panther #wakanda forever #ironheart #riri williams #riri williams x y/n #riri x reader #riri black panther

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s0ftl3 · 10 months

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hi cole how are you :)

hcs for being friends with ted and schlatt (sfw/nsfw you choose)

Hiiii I’m good how are you <333 I’m gonna do sfw for you bc there’s not enough ted fluff on this blog (and I’m adding Charlie I hope that’s okay)

𝑻𝒆𝒅 𝑵𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏:

ꨄ little bit of a bully tbh but like never fr

ꨄ cute nicknames>>>>

ꨄ takes candids of you like any best friend who’s secretly in love with you would do

ꨄ collabritve playlists; he loves hearing your music recs (even if he thinks the song is bad)

ꨄ sharing his clothes at sleep overs and movie nights teehee I love him so much

𝑱𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕:

ꨄ Bully pt2 still light hearted

ꨄ 24/7 calling you short he won’t let your forget you’re not as tall as him

ꨄ oddly clingy for a bestfriend; he never leaves your side at parties

ꨄ smiles to himself everytime his chat mentions you bc he just likes you so so much and they know it

ꨄ hates leaving his house but if it’s mentioned that you’re going to be there he’s already ready and out the door

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆:

ꨄ a lot of “platonic” hand holding

ꨄ y’all are on call like 24/7 he loves hearing your voice it’s his favorite thing abt you

ꨄ you two play a lot of mine craft together and are the proud parents of a dog and a cat in game (and of your beds are next to eachother)

ꨄ it doesn’t matter if he just got home from hanging out with you he’ll text you saying he misses you

ꨄ another clothes sharer, he loves seeing you in his clothes more than a friend should.

#chuckle sandwich #chuckle Sandwich hcs #chuckle sandwich hc #ted nivison #jschlatt #chuckle sammy #cole answers #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt x y/n #ted nivison fluff #Charlie slimesicle fluff #chuckle sandwich smut

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zeetickles · 4 months

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OK HERE WE GO YALL ITS TIME FOR

ZEE’S FIRST SESSION

i had the ABSOLUTE HONOR of having my first session with @bunnygirltickles !! we met each other over thanksgiving break and found out we’re in the same state . and each haven’t had a session before . so .. THE REST WRITES ITSELF !!!

i legit prepared so much for this yall . i bought paintbrushes and baby oil, watched videos on how to give great massages for aftercare (I LITERALLY TOOK NOTES) , asked ppl for advice, etc.

on the evening of, i also bought some chocolate chip cookies for her as a gift and headed to her place !! after like an hour and missing my exit two times (im horrendous with directions) I MADE IT !! we hugged and chatted for a bit before deciding on somewhere nearby to pick up some food, then got back and ate while watching a movie :)

THEN . we finished eating and i noticed her like …staring at me .. and i realized. OH.. ITS TIME HUH .

you could tell we were both VERY NERVOUS AKSJSQ MY HEART WAS BEATING FAST IN ALL HONESTY . and we just kinda did a-

“soooo.. uh.. should we …?” 😳

i brought my switch to play Mario Kart since we talked about it a bit in dms (talked a lot of shit too 👹) and she mentioned loving the idea of tickle challenges ! so the first thing we did was a challenge where one person had to do a race while getting tickled and we see who does better/gets the faster time ! i think it was a good way to ease into everything :)

to sum it up tho i did way better than her and she’s mad ☺️

then we were pretty much just chilling on the sofa watching Christmas movies, and she had her feet in my lap .. and every now and then i would gently drag my fingers or one of the brushes up and down her feet and she’d squirm and giggle and it was the CUTEST!!!! and when i’d try to go for her tummy she’d just kinda melt off the couch and we’d end up on the floor and i’d tickle her everywhere and have tickle fights !!! (i’d win) i was a little mean here i won’t lie .. 😗 BUT IT WAS FUN !! it happened a couple times too :)

i slowly got more comfortable with saying teases too and i was pleasantly surprised :) (big worry i had) still a little tame tho .. i said things like “you have such a pretty laugh/smile” and “this is a bad spot huh?” and “good job” but i didn’t use any of the sweet nicknames some of y’all know so well, MAYBE NEXT TIME I’LL BE BOLDER !!

i got to pin her down, blow raspberries, used baby oil on her feet, she got away at one point and ran to the bathroom SO I HAD TO CHASE HER DOWN >:) it was super fun ..

her worst spots are definitely her tummy ESPECIALLY BELLY BUTTON, feet, inner thighs, and underarms 🤭 for me, she only tickled my tummy, underarms and feet BUT MY TUMMY AND UNDERARMS WERE PRETTY BAD AJWHSQJ . feet got some laughs but not as ticklish as i hoped they’d beeee ;(

finally i TRIED MY BEST to give her a good foot massage ! i never gave one before but i watched a lot of videos and i hope she enjoyed it ! she got super sleepy afterwards tho, so hopefully that’s a good sign :)

she’s an amazing person, so sweet for hosting, and i had such a great time with her!! this whole thing felt so surreal … I CANT WAIT TO HAVE MORE SESSIONS WITH OTHERS !! LOVE U ALL <333

(if u actually read this whole thing ur a real one and here’s a cookie 🍪)

#LONG AHH POST #BUT DEFINITELY A NIGHT TO REMEMBER #THANK YOU EM <3 #zee sessions #tickle community #tickling #tickle session #tickle thoughts

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brighttears · 5 months

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Worship

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: Joel and you met on the road, and he fell for you hard. You’ve turned him into a romantic, and it all really comes out when you stumble onto an abandoned church and you look so good up at the podium that he has to do something about it.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: religious talk, hinted unspecified age gapJoel daydreams about marrying you, sex in a church, smut (minors dni!), unprotected PiV, creampie, super mushy romantic dirty talk, pet names (baby, angel, darling, sweet girl, lovely girl, my dove, my girl, sweetheart)

A/n: i'm back writing, kinda, for a minute!! I’ve had this unfinished for weeks and weeks and weeks but here it is!! Inspired by hozier cause yeah. Btw there’s a twilight quote ok. Made Joel some kind of fucking poet I love making him be head over heels. Anyways I also have a request coming soon and a multi-parter cowboy au that I’m gonna finish all the parts of (actually this time) before releasing it!! Hope y’all enjoy I’ve been missing this blog <<<333

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He couldn’t have ever seen you coming, and he never could have predicted what you’d do to him. He fell fast, and he fell hard. When he felt it coming on, like a cold, one you know is gonna be long and nasty, he told himself he wouldn't. He couldn’t. But he had no choice. He was powerless over you; like a wave crashing down on him, you came. And how quickly did he drown, and how easily he gave in.

You had ruined a part of him, that part that he uses so often—to not give in. You destroyed it in him, you the only person that could. So he gave up, falling to his knees before you. For you. Only for you.

This is something he would have talked to Tommy about, but he’s still miles and miles away from him, so he was all alone in it, completely lost, and it was up to him to make his own rules, to try to wrap his head around it. And god, did he twirl, dizzy in the thoughts, considerations, indignation and desire and complete powerlessness.

You’re sweet. Calloused, but in a way he’d never seen. You smile. You give. You touch gently. You offer with no means to an end, no expectations. You bury your dead and count your bullets, but god how sharp your eyes are over your scope. How easy you wield a knife, and god how good you look with blood on you, and how indescribably good does it feel to clean it off of you.

You do something to him, something he doesn't understand. All he knows is that when you move, he moves; like a magnet to you.

No doubt he would do anything for you. Kill, live, fight, lie down, he’d give you everything, every ounce of his being. If you asked him to cut himself in half with that scared voice of yours, he would. But you never do.

Joel is not a holy man. He’s the farthest thing from pure, he knows it, there's no doubt in his mind that he’s going to hell. He struggled with you, feeling like soot to your cleanliness, like he could ruin you with a touch. But, you asked him to hold you, to soil you, to come to you, so he did.

He had no defense against it.

Joel is an animal. He wouldn’t say that you tethered or leashed or trapped him—you let him inside. For the first time in 20 years, he was in a home. You tamed him without trying. He obeyed without you asking.

The long grass shifts whispers against your shins as you walk through it, eyes set on the weak wooden church. Small and simple, peeling white paint leaving it almost bare, steeple tall and topped with a thin cross.

There’s no real reason to be here, just that you wanted to check it out. Always so curious, so adventurous. He could very well be annoyed by it, but he loves it about you, so he follows, hand on the gun on his hip as you walk. His eyes should be scanning the area, which he is trying his best to do, but he keeps coming back to his view from behind you. The swish of your dress, the way it flows in the breeze, revealing your thighs, is hypnotizing.

Dresses are rare attire these days—impractical, really, but they’re your signature. That was one of the peculiar hooks that got him when you met. Femininity like that is uncommon these days, and shows some sort of openness, some kind of vulnerability. He’s not exactly sure why he loves it as much as he does, or why you insist on them, but we stopped asking about it pretty quick, because he adores it.

The ancient wood steps up to the church creak loudly under your feet, tightening Joel’s hand on his gun. You pause in front of the doors, waiting, but it’s silent, granting a bit of relaxation in his shoulders. The door cracks just as loud, revealing an almost crude wooden interior of the church. It’s very small, with only a few rows of pews leading up to the raised sanctuary, the altar centered with a simple engraved cross.

Joel stays in the doorway as you walk up the aisle, looking around. He’s stuck there, watching you. That pretty little dress, in his head, transforms into something white, your shoulders bare, trailed by a long, royal tail, a tiara veiled atop your head, petals at your feet. The church stays small and wooden. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you. It’s all he can see.

Your voice breaks through his daydream, “This is a quaint little place.” You dance your fingers on the pews as you pass them, stepping right up to the podium. You grasp the sides, leaning forward to him with a wide grin. “I like it.”

“Mmm. Me too.” Actually, he doesn’t think much about the church at all, other than the fact that it might be a safe place to spend the night. Or the day, because you look damn good up there at the podium, smile all up on display for him. Something about being in here with you… fits, but not just because he wants to marry you, and this is the perfect place to daydream himself into oblivion about it in.

You tilt your head, raising your brows, recognizing the half absent look on his face. “Is that really what you think about it?”

“Makes me think about… worship.” He decides to say, glancing at you. And that’s when he realizes it—it makes me think of you. This is where you belong, a place of worship, and me, here, on my knees for it. You’re no god, but you’re close enough for me. My divine. My unexplainable seraph, in the midst of this world that could very well be hell.

“Oh, yeah?” You say, looking like you have no idea, no idea that he worships you.

He nods his head to the chancel, “You look real good up there.”

“Do I?” You chuckle innocently.

“Yeah, you do.”

He approaches slowly, and you watch him, smile fading into a curious look as he does . “You belong in somewhere like this.” Joel stands behind you, slinking his arms around to rest his hands on your stomach.

“What do you mean?” You say quietly, and he feels the small breath leaving you. How he loves them, and to hold your body as they rise and fall and come out of you. Knowing you're alive. Knowing that this body is in his arms.

“In a church.” He replies just as quiet, slowly closing his mouth and nose into your neck. All he does is breath, feeling the pulse from your jugular vein against his skin. He closes his eyes, so close that his eyelashes brush your skin, and there’s that breath. Almost stuttered, almost shallow. His affect on you.

“Why’s that?” you nearly whisper.

He breathes in. Because you’re holy. Because you’re pure, in a way. Purest you can be. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I feel it when I touch you. It’s on your tongue, and you don’t know that when I kiss you, I drink you. Your spit’s like holy water. You can’t make me pure. But you let me taste some of it.

“Cause.” Is all he says. He doesn't know how to speak these words. Not yet. He tries, and sometimes it works, but he’s too caught up in the feeling of every part of his body pressed against you. “You just… fit.”

“Well that’s cryptic.” This would be a place for you to chuckle, but it seems you’re just as caught as he is. The idea alone is intoxicating. He knows this love isn’t one sided, but each time he remembers that you might love him just as much as he loves you, it’s intoxicating. He sucks in your scent.

“You really… have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He presses his lips against your skin as he speaks, wrapping his arms tighter around you, holding you close to him.

“What do you mean…?” You breathe out, so clueless… do you really not know? After all this time, you haven’t realized?

“Well…” Joel’s lips automatically go to start pressing kisses over your neck, magnetically called to your skin, “I guess I’ll have to show you.”

He’s not even sure what he means by that exactly, and already, his head is swimming. Joel closes his eyes, keeping himself pressed against you, and starts snaking his hands over your stomach, your waist, your chest, your sides, lips still pressing softly over your neck. It’s like he wants to touch every part of your body at once. He can’t get enough, can never, ever get enough. He wants to envelop you, show you that everything he is is for you. His body starts to move as it pleases, beginning to slowly grind against you. He’s stiff already, hips sliding right up on your ass. And as he does, you make a sound, a breathy moan, only a moment long, but it does what it always does, and his grip tightens, mouth becoming greedier, opening to taste you. His body loves you just as much as his mind, its own separate being, wanting you, needing you, seduced by the existence of your body on its own.

“I love you,” he breathes out, moving his lips over the bare skin granted by the scooped neck of your dress as his grip slides down to your hips, beginning to roll into a push and pull of your body to his. Tongue against your shoulder, he moans, soaking up the dopamine that seeps out of your skin. You dance at the podium, bodies working together in a sultry waltz, and its proof alone that you were made for each other.

He was made for you, he knows that, and though he didn’t know it, he’s been following that destiny all this time, and it’s all he’ll do for the rest of it. Because he has everything now. You, here in this church, he feeds on the holiness, licking it off you, pulling it against him. And hearing those perfect sounds coming out of you, he knows he’s making you feel good, almost as good as you deserve. He’ll be seeking out that limit for the rest of his life, trying to give you what you deserve.

But he knows how good he fucks you already. You tell him. So he can’t help but fuck you again, right here in this church. Your grip on the sides of the podium as he unbuckles his jeans as he pulls your dress up and slips your panties down. He presses into you, and as he groans, you maon, and he feeds on it. Like a leech. Like the hungry dog he is. Like the victim of your elixir, he needs it, and it’s all over his fingers as he slips them down the front of your pussy, swirling his fingers around your clit.

Slow. He likes to start slow. Soak it up. Let you get used to it. A taste at a time. He likes to bury himself deep first. Know that you're his. That he’s the one this deep inside of you now, that this seraph is taking his cock, and you like it, you love it, and you show him that you need it when you push yourself back onto him.

“Oh, baby,” he groans, every inch of him inside of you, and he can’t help but start to fuck a little faster.

Joel lips are all over your neck, sliding his mouth around it, kisses and licks and just the lightest of bites. He doesn't want to hurt you, all he wants is for you to feel good, and then you tell him, “Feels so good,” in that small purr of yours, holding his hand on your breast, and he groans again.

To touch you. To hold you. To kiss you. To fuck you. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he knows he has it, so he does.

What a sight this would be, if anyone were to wander into this church. Some big, old man with his grimy hand reaching up under your dress to feel over your chest, fucking this perfect young woman from behind, up here on the chancel. The devil fucking an angel. But she likes it. She loves it.

“Joel,” you moan out as he squeezes your breast, and with his face still pressed against your neck his breath over wet skin, he begins to speak.

“I love you so much,” he says quietly, muffled against you, his eyes closed, just feeling you—that's when he can speak like this, though it’s always slurred, because he’s drunk on you. When he’s buried deep, smelling and tasting and feeling nothing other than you. When he gets wrapped up in you, that is when his voice is released. “You’re my angel, you’re my everythin’, an’ I was made for you, an’ all I want is you, all I want is to taste you, feel you, fuck you, make you feel good. I’d give you anythin’. Everythin’. Anythin’ you want. It’s yours. I’d burn the whole damn world if you asked me to. I fuckin’ belong to you, darlin.” And he feels it, almost like an ache in his chest, how profoundly he loves you. “Aw, baby,” he nearly whimpers, picking up his pace because he can’t help it, because he’s too damn hungry, and you feel too damn good. He keeps his hand over your pussy, swirling his fingers on your clit, slipping a finger down to feel himself coming in and out, and how wet you are for him. He adjust his stance, bending his knees slightly, fucking harder and faster. Moans bump out of you, his singing angel.

“Joel, all I want is you, all I need is you,” you utter, voice high like it gets when he fucks you like this, hand going into his hair, running through it, holding him there. Against you. In you. He nearly growls.

“Forever. I need you forever. In this life and the next. I don’t ever wanna lose you.”

“God, fuck me,”

“I didn’t believe in god,” The flood continues, almost unable to even hear himself over the rushing falls of his own feelings, emotional and physical. “I still don’t. But I believe in you. You’re the closest thing to it. You’re so perfect it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy, baby, y’know that? Holy fuckin’ pussy right here.” He drives himself deeper, and you moan louder. “My perfect baby, angel, you’re an angel. And you know, I belong out there in the pews.” Joel raises his hand away from between your legs to point out to them, but you take it right back to your pussy, pressing it back into your sweet wetness. He growls, clamping his teeth gently over your shoulder before pulling away to speak, though his lips stay stuck to your skin. “I love it when you do that, darlin’, when you show me how much you want it. All I wanna do is make you feel good. All I wanna do is for you. All I am is for you.”

Suddenly, you pull away, but only to face him, taking his face in your hands to kiss him. He hoists you into his arms automatically, dick focused on its own personal mission, placing your ass on the podium so that he can keep himself inside of you.

“God, yes, fuck me,” you say into his lips, so he does, harder, and he can feel himself bottoming out, and you cry out sounds of pleasure into his lips. But he can’t stop talking.

“You’re a gift from fuckin’ somewhere, I swear. I don’t care. I used to get so riled up about it. Who the fuck is this chic,” you chuckle into his lips as he speaks, messy, needy lips and tongues and teeth that he has to talk around, “and why’s she doin’ this to me? What the fuck am I doin’? And why am I lettin’ ‘er? Fuck if I know—but I have her,” he pauses to kiss you deeper, the weight of his own words, of the reality of all of this, scrunching his face up. Because he has you. In this world, on that road out here, and here in this church, so open for him, taking him so well, like you always do.

“I love you,” you say, loud and lilted by pleasure, and he groans and moans and growls and whimpers back into your lips.

“I love you more than anythin’. More than life it’s fuckin’ self, I swear. I swear, more than anythin’. You’re it for me, darlin, you’re it for me. Anythin’ you want.”

“I just want you.”

“An’ here I am, darlin’,” he replies, then grabs your ass in both hands, a better grip for him to pump himself into you, just how you like it, because he’s memorized what you like and how to do it so he can make you feel good, make you cum every single time he fucks you. “I’m not leavin’. I’m not leavin’.” He continues on, some words hitched or interrupted by a groan or moan or whimper, the sound of skin slapping skin and your own moans a chorus to it. “I’ll never leave you. Never. You make me feel human. You make me feel right. You make me feel… almost… holy. Like I’m close to it. To bein’ right. True. I’ll never be righteous. I’ll never be pure. But I can be somethin’ for you. I can do somethin’ good for you. I’ll keep you safe. Forever. I’ll keep you safe, baby, I’ll keep you safe. My sweet girl. My darlin’. My lovely girl. I love you.”

You seem at a loss for words, very much unlike him at the moment, but he knows that’s a good sign. It means you’re close to cumming.

“My dove. My love. Cum for me, angel, cum for me.” He slips his hand back between your legs, beckoning your climax, and your moans stutter and your thighs clamp around his waist and there’s that heavenly squeeze around his dick and you’re cumming but he can’t keep his mouth shut, “That’s my girl. That’s my angel. So good to me. So good to me. It’s fuckin’ unreal, darlin’, how good you are to me. What did I do to deserve this?” He asks in between kisses, sloppy and wet and loud on your quivering lips, still seeping moans as you finish on him, “What did I do to deserve this?” He can’t stop his hips from jutting into you, holding your hips tight, so he begs, “can I keep goin’ sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe back out, gripping his thick forearms, holding onto him as he fucks faster, needily.

“God you feel so good,” he says back into your lips, starting to pour out moans. Your fingers slide around his face, cupping it, pulling him away only enough to lock your gaze. Then, he’s gone. Nothing else exists, not even the church. Just your eyes, that almost sleepy look you get after cumming hard like that, and the feeling of rutting into you, wetness starting to drip down his thighs.

Despite how difficult it’s becoming to get words out, and how interupted they are by the other sounds he’s making, he’s always the most talkative at this stage. It’s when he finally lets himself go, unleashing himself in more ways than one. Being this close to you, this level of intimacy, it all comes out.

“I don’t know how I got you. I don’t understand it, darlin’. You do somethin’ to me. You did somethin’ to me. You changed me, darlin’. I know I, I’m still rough around the edges, and I bet you can’t even tell, but, you did somethin’ to me. Somethin’ I don’t understand. But I feel it. I felt it when I saw you for the first time. I felt it shift. I felt everythin’ shift. You scared the shit outta me, darlin’. You still do. Cause I love you so goddamn much. I love you hard, darlin’. I think that’s the only way I can love. Hard. Like a fist. Like a bullet. But I—I’m sweet with you, aren’t I? I’m not too rough on you, am I? You like it when I fuck you like this, darlin?”

“Yes, yes,” you nod, face screwed up again and interrupting him with moans.

“Yes,” he nods back, “I make you feel good, my angel?”

“Yes, yes, you make me feel so good,” your breath hitches, cut off by a moan.

“You deserve it, baby. That’s all you deserve. Everything’ that’s good is made for you. I don’t understand how you fit down here on this Earth. But you do. You’re an angel, an angel of death, sharp and smart and quick and perfect in every goddamn way.” Joel slows, turning his head to press his lips to your hand on his face, kissing your fingertips, your palm, breath still sharp and hot. He closes his eyes, your long moans filling his ears. “You’re so perfect, darlin’. You’re so perfect. And you feel so fuckin’ good.” He moans loud, then leans into you, laying your back over the podium, hands on your thighs to keep them around him, and he fucks harder, jolting his hips faster, face back down on your skin. He fits his throat against yours with his lips to your ear, and he can feel your blood moving and the vibration of your voice as you moan, louder, and god, oh, god, all he wants is this, you, and he wants to make you cum again.

Every part of him is pressed into you, save for his knees against the podium. “I’m nothing’ without you, darlin’.” He buries himself deep, feeling himself fill you up, and the sweet friction of his cock sliding with your cum, wet and ready and perfect. “I’m a sinner, darlin… I’m a sinner… all up on you, this fuckin’ angel, god, fuck.” He groans, then plants his mouth on your neck, wet from it already. “I’m goin’ to hell anyways,” he continues, finding himself unable to shut the fuck up, “but I’ll take this heaven here. I’ll take it for as long as you’ll give it to me.” He groans, throat becoming tight, feeling himself coming close, his whole body warm and needy and full and ready to release, “can I have a little bit more, darlin’?”

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop Joel,”

“D’y’ think y’ can cum again for me, darlin?”

“Ahuh,”

“God, you’re so good to me, ” his hand slides back between you, laying his palm down over your stomach with his thumb circling your clit. With his hand there, he can feel it, your pussy starting to squeeze, and when it registers around him, he stops breathing for a moment, and cums, maybe harder than he ever has. His hips stutter, pumping you full of his cum, your pussy squeezing it deeper with every stroke. You grasp his hair, pulling bundles of it, the sweet pain only making it that much more euphoric for him.

“Heaven,” comes out in a breath as he presses himself as deep as he can into you, bodies united and still pulsing, your legs keeping him clamped there, thighs shaking in spurts.

“I love you,” he concludes.

“I love you, I love you,” you whisper. You save your words for other times, for the late nights as your fingers dance over his skin, wrapped together in the cold or the heat—it doesn’t matter, neither of your bodies seem to be able to keep apart when they have the opportunity. You lull him to sleep with effortless poetry, anything that comes out of your lips. Every word, every sentence, perfect, because it’s your voice, it comes from you.

Joel sighs deeply, laying over you, breaths deep and ragged with your own just the same under his weight.

After a moment of catching your breath, he pushes himself up to admire the view. Your lips are open and wet, plump from his own, eyes half lidded, neck marked, breasts pushing out of the top of your dress. An angel. Slowly, he leans in for a sweet, slow, kiss.

“You’re perfect.”

When he pulls away, you’re smiling, eyes closed. You hum and then open them, and it's everything. And then your hands are on his cheeks again, warm like sunlight, and everything is perfect.

“I love it when you get all lovey dovey on me, Joel. I love it when you talk. I love the things you say. You make me feel so special.”

“You are special.”

You smile, then lean in for another soft, simple kiss.

“You’re special too, Joel. You’re so special to me. I love you.” You whisper, and in this abandoned church, in the middle of who knows where, he’s home, in your voice, your lips, your skin; in you.

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