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At Last-RalphxF!Reader (CH 5/End)

Ok so tell me why this chapter took me so long to write??? Lol here it is, the long awaited wedding night smut chapter!!! This chapter does indeed conclude the main At Last storyline. I say main storyline because I may end up writing one shots about these two down the road, just little things about daily life. But that may be a ways down the road as I have to focus on making inventory for a vendor market as well as a con I'm hoping to be a vendor at (tis the woes of a small shop owner). But I just wanted to give a big thank you to everyone who has enjoyed my story, reblogging it, commented such sweet words, or even just hearted it. This was the first story I wrote after a whole year of not writing and honestly I wasn't sure how it was gonna go. This story and everyone's reactions made me remember why I love writing so much though, and I can't thank you enough ❤️❤️...ok I'll stop rambling now lol TO THE SMUT!!

Summary: It's yours and Ralph's wedding night, and though a bit shy, Ralph is more than ready for the two of you to consummate your marriage.

Pairing: Ralph x Female!Reader

Word count: 7,219

Warnings: PURE SMUT!! MINORS DNI!!

This is also on ao3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I also have a Ko-Fi 😊

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

And here we are in heaven

For you are mine

At last

"This place is beautiful!" You smiled, looking at the beautiful…well…mansion.

"I'm shocked that you and your sister don't live here!"

"Victoria didn't like the commute to London" he told you while he held the car door open for you, taking your hand as you stepped out.

"Commute or not, this place is breathtaking"

"I quite prefer my view" he smiled, his words making you look over at him, finding his eyes on you. You felt your face flush as you looked away.

"I still can't believe that I get to call you my wife" he sighed happily, bringing his hand to rest on your cheek.

"I still can't believe I get to call you my husband" you smiled back, your hand resting on his. The two of you stood there for a moment, simply gazing at one another, still unbelieving that you were truly married.

"Shall we go in?" You broke the silence first, your voice no more than a whisper, but Ralph heard you perfectly.

"O-Oh um yes, let's" he nodded, stepping forward to unlock the door and turning towards you, you gave him a confused look before he suddenly scooped you up with a strength you honestly didn't think he had, but a strength that had thoughts running through your head of him just taking you against a wall.

"Ralphie" you gasped while he stepped inside

"It's tradition for a man to carry his wife across the threshold is it not?" He smiled while looking down at you.

"Y-yes I suppose it is" you replied, already feeling the heat spread to your cheeks and lower. He gently put you down, his hand still resting on your side while you looked around.

"This place is amazing, I feel like I'm in a prince's castle" you giggle, causing him to smile while looking around as well.

"I'm glad…That I found the one who fit the shoe" he spoke, causing you to look at him, your heart melting at his words.

"I'm glad you found me too my prince" you told him, cupping his cheek and bringing his lips to yours, the kiss was gentle and sweet…at least it began gentle and sweet, you knew that Ralph wouldn't make the first move so you decided to, swiping your tongue over his lip you felt him gasp, creating an opportunity for you to gently glide your tongue along his, earning a moan from him that had your body heating up. His hands hesitantly rested on your hips as he followed your lead, his tongue gliding over yours before exploring your mouth, your moan at his action had him whimpering and pulling you closer, his excitement already becoming obvious. You knew he would be shy tonight, heck this was a big night for the both of you but you knew that Ralph was a bit worried.

"What if…What if I ruin our first time?" He had asked you one night while you two talked, the held back tears told you that this was a very big fear of his.

"Oh Ralphie" you cooed, cupping his cheek and turning his head towards you.

"You won't ruin it sweet boy, there may be some clumsiness from both of us, and we will both have to learn the other's body, what the other likes and doesn't like, but we'll be learning together" you told him, leaning in to capture his lips.

His tightened grip and whine brought you out of your thoughts as he gently bit your bottom lip, causing you to smile in the kiss. Slowly you pulled away, feeling Ralph chase after your lips, not wanting the kiss to end just yet. You indulged him for a moment longer before pulling away to look at him, amber eyes now darkened while soft pants fell from his lips as he looked at you. His hands still gripped tightly to your waist as his front pushed against yours, his excitement clearly evident. You could still taste the champagne on your lips from the kiss, and with one more look you dove back in. Earning a whimper from him while he backed up, pulling you along with him until his back hit the wall. Your lips left his to kiss his chin, hands slowly undoing his bowtie before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, enough to allow access to the silky skin of his neck.

"D-Darling" he moaned as soon as your lips came in contact with the junction between his shoulder and neck, the sound making your heart race and body heat up even more. His hands gripped your hips tighter, hips stuttering to find a rhythm as he ground your body against his. You paid special attention to that area, kissing and sucking on the soft skin, listening as his breathing pick up even more, moans falling from his lips before he covered his mouth to quiet them. Pulling back you looked up at him, his face flushed deeply while his eyes were closed, brows upturned as he trembled lightly. If this was how worked up he got from just a bit of light teasing you couldn't wait to see him once you both started.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, watching his eyes open, those soft brown eyes gazing down at you.

"You don't have to hide your noises from me" you told him, hand coming up to rest on the hand that covered his lips, he let you slowly bring it down, lacing your fingers together as he whimpered.

"I-It's quite embarrassing" he told you, making you kiss his cheek to try and sooth him.

"Oh Ralphie, it's not embarrassing, I love your sounds, I find them rather…Arousing" you told him, watching his eyes widen.

"You do?"

"I do, infact, I would show you but-" you trailed off, looking towards the stairs.

"B-but?" He asked quickly, causing you to turn towards him with a smirk that had his breath catching and his throat going dry.

"But you'd have to take my dress off first"

And if there was ever an expression of someone who could cum right then and there, it was the one he wore. Mouth hanging open slightly, dark eyes blown wide as he stared at you.

"Would you like that Ralphie?" You asked, backing away from him and running your hands from your collarbones, across your breasts, down your sides and hips. Surprising even yourself with your sudden confidence.

"Would you like to take my dress off?"

"W-without q-question" he groaned, hands fisting the fabric of his pant legs.

"Then I guess we should move to the bedroom" you told him, backing towards the stairs.

"Unless you want to take me right here?" You questioned, watching as Ralph followed like you had a leash on him.

"Y-Yes"

"Yes you want to take me right here?" You giggled.

"N-No, I m-mean-" he walked forward, grabbing your hand and beginning his ascent up the stairs.

"In the bed first" he muttered, the dark blush never leaving his face, but his words made your own face flush, so there was some spice under all that sweet. The two of you walked down a hallway on the second floor before stopping in front of a door, when he pushed it open it revealed a beautiful bedroom. Against the far wall was a four post bed, with what already looked like beautiful silk sheets. There was a door on either side and you wondered where they led to, the curtains covered the large windows to the right and there sat a wardrobe, desk, and chair to the left.

"Oh wow" you gasped, stepping into the room.

"This is beautiful"

"N-Not as beautiful as you my love" he told you, causing you to turn and smile at him.

"Awe Ralphie" you cooed, walking further in and hearing him close the door behind the two of you. You made your way over to the bed, running a hand along one of those posts before turning to look at him, who hadn't moved from his spot in front of the door.

"Are you nervous?" You asked, very well knowing he was, but you wanted Ralph to talk to you, now was not the time to clam up.

"Y-Yes" he told you, looking at the ground.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to-"

"I want to!" He started suddenly, meeting your gaze, before looking away again.

"I'm just…You know what I'm afraid of" he told you.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, holding your arms out for him, he made his way over to you, happily letting you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

"I'm afraid of messing up our first time too, but like I said before, this is going to be a learning experience for both of us. We can do this as slow as you want to sweet boy, and we can stop at any moment" you told him, running your hand through his perfectly styled hair, happily messing it up.

"S-Shouldn't I be saying this to you?" He asked, but you could feel the smile against your neck.

"I feel like you are a bit more nervous than I am cutie" you told him with a giggle, feeling him hold you tighter as he pressed his face into your neck more, before beginning to leave gentle kisses on your skin, the action causing you to let out a breath, your hand still tangled in his hair while the other rubbed his side. You felt his lips beginning to leave a trail down your neck and across your collarbone, stopping once he reached the end of the low V, before coming back up on the other side. By the time he finally reached your lips again you were completely red and breathing faster, earning a shy smile from him.

"Good?" He asked, still unsure of himself.

"Very good" you breathed, staring into his eyes while you felt his hands slowly glide up your sides and around your back, gently grabbing the zipper of your dress. He looked at you for permission, unsure if you were ready, with a smile you nodded and felt him slowly lower the zipper, your dress becoming looser around your form. He quickly dove in to capture your lips in a heated kiss as the dress fell, pooling around your feet. His hands came back to rest on your sides, though when his hands met your heated skin a strangled moan fell from his lips that parted from yours with a small gasp. He stared into your eyes, too shy to look down at your almost completely naked form, after all, all you had on now were your white lacy panties, and your shoes that you quickly kicked off and slid your dress under the bed so you wouldn't trip on it. You watched him close his eyes, and take a deep breath before he looked down at you, the whimper instantly leaving him at the sight. There you were, standing almost completely bare before him, a sight that in his mind he swore he wasn't worthy to see.

"You're so beautiful" he breathed, eyes raking over your form, his hands itched to move, to take your breasts in them and worship your entire being.

"Touch me Ralph" you whispered, afraid to speak louder than that, the thought of disturbing the quiet that had taken over the room too much for you. You sighed as his hands slowly made their way up your sides, cupping the underside of your breasts before looking up at you. You couldn't help but giggle at his slightly lost look, and with surprisingly steady hands, you brought his up higher to completely cup your breasts, listening to his breath hitch upon feeling your already pebbled nipples graze his palms, a moan left his lips before they were on yours again, swallowing your surprised moan as he began to gently squeeze, palms running over your already sensitive skin before his lips parted from yours, leaning down quickly to capture one of your nipples. The sensation had another hushed moan leaving you while your hands tangled in his hair. The feeling of his tongue running along your skin before his teeth lightly grazed you had your head becoming fuzzier by the second, and here he was worried he would ruin your first time together.

"Ralphie" you moaned, knees almost giving out when he gave a rather hard suck, his other hand coming up to play with your neglected breast. You heard a moan in response to yours, the vibrations not helping your already weakened legs, and you swore you would have started to slide down to the floor if Ralph's hand hadn't grabbed you and brought you closer to him. His mouth now on your other breast, giving it just as much attention before letting go with a pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his mouth to your skin.

"Was that good?" He whispered, and oh, looking up into his blown eyes filled with so much love and lust combined, you knew this boy would be the death of you.

"That was perfect" you breathed.

"Really?" He asked, a smile making it's way to his lips.

"Why don't you feel for yourself?" You smiled, watching as he gave you a very confused look, even tilting his head slightly..Oh your little puppy dog. Grabbing his hand that was now resting on your hip you slowly brought it down to the top of your panties. Waiting to see if he would take the next step on his own.

"You can reach inside'' you breathed against his lips, waiting, and soon feeling his hand slowly make its way under your waistband, inching lower until his fingers could lightly graze.

"Oh my-" he moaned, other hand pulling you closer, slamming his lips onto yours, the moaned that came from him as he continued to run his finger along your soaked entrance, was only matched by the one of pure pleasure as he began to rock his hips against you, the prominent bulge in his slacks telling you that you made him feel just as good.

"Right there" you breathed when his finger grazed across your clit, the feeling setting your nerves alight. Ralph focused on that spot, fingers making tight circular motions that had your knees going weak as you clung to him.

"F-Fuck" you panted, being shocked that your body was already at the edge, though you had been so pent up and frustrated for a month that it shouldn't have been a surprise when you quickly tumbled over the peak. Your hands clung to his sleeves, face buried in his shirt while your legs shook, the band in your stomach finally snapping as you moaned out Ralph's name. You were thankful that Ralph was holding onto you, otherwise you would have probably fallen to the floor with how much your legs felt like jello at that moment, but Ralph held you gently, his other hand coming out of your panties to hold you with his other arm as well. You could hear his heart racing, feel his shallow breaths before you finally looked up to meet his lust blown eyes.

"D-Did you? B-Because of–D-Did I?"

"Yeah you did" you giggled, watching as he took in a sharp breath, you adjusted yourself, rubbing against the straining in his pants as you did so. Looking down you could see the very obvious tent in his dress slacks, a small patch of wetness already forming and honestly you couldn't wait to have him on the bed moaning. Bringing your eyes back to his you watched him swallow loudly, eyes not breaking your gaze as you leaned in and captured his lips for a moment, only parting to ask if you could undress him, to which he happily nodded. Your hands came up and began unbuttoning his vest, before reaching in to unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it from his pants before pushing the shirt, vest, and jacket off of his shoulder, hearing the fabric fall to the floor while your hands roamed the newly exposed skin. You had never gotten the chance to feel more of Ralph than his hands really, so you greedily felt the soft skin of his neck, running down and across his chest, smiling in the kiss when he let out a gasp as your hands brushed over his nipples before descending lower.

"Can I?" You asked, earning a quick nod and a breathy

"Please" while you played with his waistband. You slowly unfastened his belt, pulling the leather from the loops before letting it fall to the floor, your hands moving to unbutton and unzip the pants for kissing him again, letting the pants fall down his legs where he quickly kicked them and his shoes off. You broke the kiss to look at a heavily panting Ralph while your fingers ran along the top of his underwear.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, causing his dazed eyes to focus a bit more.

"Why don't you lay down on the bed ok? And take these off only when you're comfortable" you told him, watching as he swallowed again, nodding before slowly detaching himself from you. You watched him walk over to the bed, quickly taking his socks off before standing up again, his back to you while he seemed to take a deep breath before you watched him hook his fingers in his waistband and pull them down. You would be completely lying if you said you didn't admire the view, the porcelain skin stretched over the muscles of his back that flexed while he leaned forward, the arms and legs that looked far stronger than you imagined them too, the idea of his strength flooding back to you. And lastly, the very cute butt that had you smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl. You watched him climb into the bed, before turning to face you upon hearing your giggles.

"W-What?" He asked, a new blush spreading across his face.

"Nothing Ralphie dear, was just admiring how cute you are, it made me a little giddy to think that you're all mine" you reassured him while making your way to the end of the bed. You slowly climbed up and over his body, never breaking eye contact and watching as your advance made him slowly lay down so he was completely at your mercy.

"Those thoughts make me very giddy as well" he smiled, hands coming up to hold your waist.

"Ralphie?" You whispered, descending to capture his lips in a quick kiss before moving your kisses to his jaw and neck, quickly finding the spot you had found earlier.

"Y-Yes! l-love?" He moaned loudly, head falling to the side to allow you more access, access you happily took as you marked his skin, making sure to leave a mark high enough so even his shirt collars wouldn't cover it.

"Ralphie, can I please you?" You asked, lips slowly moving their way down to his chest.

"You already a-are" he whined, breath hitching when your lips grazed his nipple, a moan soon following as you wrapped your lips around it, your hands ran down his sides, stopping at his hips before coming back up.

"I want to please you more though" you told him once you felt like your lips had kissed and sucked on every inch of his chest.

"What do you-?" He breathed, breath coming out in quick pants, before he felt your hands dip a little lower on his hips, almost touching him.

"O-Oh"

"Only if you want Ra-"

"Please!" He begged, his tone causing heat to form between your legs once more, you had a feeling Ralph would be the begging type, you just didn't expect it to be this soon.

"Anything for you my love" you told him, lips coming to capture his once more before descending down his body again, only this time you didn't stop at his chest, your lips left wet kisses along his hip bones, down and back up one thigh before repeating against the other. By the time you looked back up at him there were tears brimming in those doe eyes.

"Do you want my hand or my mouth?" You asked him, earning a whine and a buck of his hips from the man under you.

"Words Ralphie" you responded, leaning down to kiss his thigh again, so close yet so far from where he wanted.

"I-I don't know" he breathed

"E-Either–both–just t-touch me please m-my love" he begged, head falling against the pillow, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Ok baby boy" you breathed, finally turning your eyes to your prize, Ralph wasn't too above average, a good size and girth, and very well groomed where it mattered, though that didn't surprise you with how well groomed Ralph was everywhere else. But the head was already a dark red and leaking steady droplets of precum, and you couldn't leave the poor guy like that any longer. Bringing your hand to your lips you made sure you had a generous amount of saliva before wrapping your hand around him. The initial reaction is one you expected, a sudden gasp followed by a whimper while his hips raised to drive his pelvis against your hand. You brought your free hand up to push his hips back down, calming him before slowly running your hand up and over the head, giving it a gentle squeeze before bringing your hand back down, drawing a breathy moan from him.

"Faster" he panted "Please"

Not wanting to deny him the pleasure, you sped up your movements, you thumb running along the slit to collect his spill, making your movements easier, you gave him a tighter squeeze once you reached the base again, and watched him throw his head back into the pillows, a moan falling from his lips. You did that a couple more times before he finally found words.

"M-Mouth please, darling I– I need more" he whined, looking down at you with small streaks of wetness falling down his cheeks as he pleaded with you. You decided against teasing him, knowing that could wait til another night, you adjusted yourself, licking a stripe from the base to the tip and watching as Ralph started falling apart. Peppering kisses along his shaft before slowly taking him in your mouth, you listened to his almost shout as you took him.

"Oh my G–!" He could feel your mouth hollow around him, creating a delicious friction as you began to bob your head, each downward motion causing more of him to slip into your wet heat until finally your nose was brushing the patch of hair at his base, but it was when you swallowed around him that he lost it.

"Yes! P-Please!" He moaned, hips surging forward, causing you to gag as he suddenly slipped down your throat. The sound making him suddenly lean up on his elbows, a worried look on his tear streaked face.

"Darling I'm s-so sorry! I didn't mean t-to I–OH!"He moaned, feeling you swallow around him again, he watched as you began bobbing your head again, this time moving quicker while feeling your tongue run along his vein.

"Love" he breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you through blurry eyes, mouth open to let out heavy breaths. You looked up at him, a moan leaving you and running through him at the sight you saw, the sensation causing him to toss his head back, still propped up on his elbows.

"Please don't stop" he begged, hips giving small thrusts as he chased the pleasure you had coursing through his blood, this was better than anything he had ever felt. He knew tonight would be a whole new experience, having never felt a woman or had one pleasure him, but this was far better than even the pleasure he gave himself. He felt your tongue dip into his slit, drinking up the salty liquid and causing him to shudder, the knot in his stomach tightening further. He moaned loudly at feeling your tongue work his skin while your head bobbed, one hand coming up to wrap around his base as your mouth worked the top, allowing you to breathe better and move faster. Your other hand came down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them in your hand and causing him to whimper at the overwhelming feeling, the coil tightening even more, and it was all becoming far too much.

"D-Darling" he whined, balancing himself on one arm to reach down and grab your shoulder. His only answer was a hum, a vibration that went straight through him.

"Love!" He moaned, hand gripping your shoulder harder as his hips lifted once again.

"I-I can't" he whispered, trying to warn you about his impending completion. But your head simply moved with vigor, hands fondling him in a way that had him seeing stars.

"I-I'm! If y-you don't mo–Darling!" He rambled, eyes shut tightly, tears sliding down his cheeks as he felt himself reaching his peak, tipping right at the edge. He felt your hand leave the base of him, before you completely swallowed him once more. The action too much for him as he came with a shout of your name, hand digging into your shoulder while his body leaned forward, stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as he filled your mouth with ropes of his hot seed. His vision going white while his mouth works overtime, he's unsure of what he's saying, only able to focus on the pleasure coursing through him, setting his nerves alight as you milk him. Only when you pull your mouth away does he open his eyes, vision dancing with black and white dots as he tries to focus on you, on the way you swallow his fill, wipe the spill from the corners of your mouth and lick your finger, before leaning down to lick him clean. The soft touches and gentle kisses relax his over-stimulated body, his mind slowly coming to as you rest your head against his thigh, looking up at him. He truly was a sight to see, flushed cheeks, a flush that spread to his ears and down to his chest, which rose and fell quickly. His completely blissed out stare while you waited for his mind to come out of his post-orgasm fog. You turned your head to the side, kissing his skin softly, earning a breathy giggle from the man under you, before you felt him reach down and take one of your hands in his, gently pulling you towards him. You complied, slowly crawling back over him and smiling when he pulled you down to capture your lips once you were close enough.

"Good?" You asked with a giggle

"Absolutely Wizard" he giggled back, both of you sharing smiles and basking in the closeness, you watched his breathing slow to a normal pace, his hand slowly and gently running along your back while you were cuddled against his side.

"I want to make you feel like that" he told you, and when you looked up at him his face was bright red.

"W-with my mouth a-and hands" he added, not daring to look at you afraid you wouldn't want him to, afraid you might not like the idea. You on the other hand felt a whole new wave of heat rush down your body at just the thought.

"If you want to" you told him, his eyes finally meeting yours.

"Yes?"

"Yes" you smiled, rolling off of him and laying in your back, watching as he crawled over you, his eyes darting everywhere before he decided to start with a kiss, a quick yet passionate one to steady himself before lowering his lips to your neck, seeking out the spot like his, and finding it soon enough. Your whimpers were music to his ears as he sucked marks along your skin, at first being afraid you would be angry at him for doing so, but the way you gripped his hair and held him against your neck as he sucked told him otherwise. He slowly moved down to your chest only when he was completely done with your neck, smiling at his handy work, even with a ring on your hand, this was sure to show men that you were his and he was yours. His mouth descended further, lips capturing your bud again, gliding his tongue over and around it before giving it a harsh suck, moaning at the way your body rose from the mattress, chest pushing further into his face while you mewled at the sensation. He spent longer on your breasts this time, learning what actions drew what noise from your lips, and it was only when you were squeezing his sides with your legs begging him for more did he release them.

"I-I love pleasing you" he whispered, rutting into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure that had already returned for him, hearing you moan, whimper, and whine for him, because of him, had caused him to recover quickly.

"I love it when you please me" you giggled.

"Then a-allow me t-to please you more" he smiled, hips finally stilling against the sheets as he continued his voyage downward, kissing along your hip bones and thighs the same way you did him, only when he came to a halt between your thighs, he was a bit less confident than you were. Looking up at you, you simply nodded, watching as he slowly pulled the white lace panties from your body.

"Y-You're so wet" he groaned, slowly bringing his hand from your thigh to your wetness, slowly running his finger along your slit before spreading your lips.

"Can I–Can I use my tongue?" He asked shyly, looking up at you, puppy eyes pleading.

"O-of course baby boy" you stuttered out through a moan, how could he be so cute and sexy at the same time?! You watched at Ralph ducked his head down, his tongue running from your opening to your clit in one flat line, causing you to let out what was probably your loudest moan yet, your hand immediately reaching for him, landing on those beautiful curls that had long since come out of their pristine styling. You volume encouraged him to repeat his action again and again, until he decided he wanted to know what would happen if his tongue simply found its way inside you. He reached as far as he could, moving it this way and that, trying to learn which patterns made your legs tighten around him and which made you moan louder.

"Ralphie" you pleaded.

"Y–Yes my love" he panted, breaking away from you, his mouth and chin soaked and shining with your wetness, a sight that had you moaning once more.

"R-Remember that s-spot that you f-focused on before?" You asked breathlessly, he simply nodded.

"This one" he spoke while reaching up and rubbing your nub, the feeling throwing you closer to your peak.

"Y-Yes! T-That one" Ralph watched you start to move around more while he rubbed, but he wondered what you would do if he… taking a steading breath, he moved his fingers, quickly replacing it with his mouth and giving it a slightly harsh suck. If you thought the moan you let out before was the loudest, it pales in comparison to the moan you let out of his name. The sound causing him to moan, his eyes rolling back and shutting as you grabbed at his curls harder, his tongue dipping out to flick across it, just as he had done to your nipples, only this time he could tell that the feeling had you rushing towards your end. But it still wasn't enough for you.

"Please Ralphie! I need more" You begged, eyes shut and head thrown back.

"Tell me what to do" Ralph whimpered.

"Your fingers" you moaned, feeling him start to replace his mouth with his fingers but you quickly stopped him, leaning up to reach down and grab his hand.

"Not there Ralphie" you smile, watching as he nodded, seeming a bit confused at first before it seemed like the lightbulb went off as he brought his finger down to your entrance, slowly pushing it in, you fell back on the bed, the moan leaving you instantly as you finally felt at least slightly full.

"Y-Yes" you breathed

"J-Just like that"

He nodded and began moving his finger around while inside of you, in awe at just how tight and wet you were, the feeling had him rutting against the sheets again. You on the other hand couldn't hold in the giggle, that only caused you to clench around his finger and earning a moan from him.

"Ralphie baby, you gotta move your finger" you told him.

"I am" he replied, curling his finger and hitting a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

"Yes" you panted.

"But it also feels good if you do that as well as move them in and out" you explained.

"Oh" he nodded, beginning to move his finger in and out of your gummy walls, curling them each time they were deep enough to hit that spot. He watched as your breath picked up, breasts rising and falling quicker while your eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure he was bringing you. He listened to you whimper and moan, the sounds going to his cock that dripped onto the sheets, he groaned when you begged him for more and he remember when you said it felt good when he moved them in and out, so he slowly entered another finger into your heart, whimpering when he felt no resistance at all. When he felt your fingers start tangling in his curls again he latched onto your nub once more, tongue flicking against it while his fingers pumped in and out of you faster. He looked up, wide eyes watching as you gripped the pillow with your free hand, face turned into it, crying out his name and pleas for him to not stop, not that he was planning on it. He moaned against you, the vibrations causing you to nearly scream as he doubled his efforts to get you to your peak,a peak that was fast approaching.

"I-I'm so close" you told him, hand tightening in his hair when he gave a harder suck, his fingers hitting that spot everytime.

"S-shit! B-baby! Baby I'm-!" You managed to get out before your vision went white. You could hear him moan, feel him quicken his pace, tongue flicking over your nub quickly while you rode out your orgasm. He only stopped when you tried to push him away because of the overstimulation. He looked up at you, worried he had done something wrong, but seeing your completely blissed out appearance.

"Was just becoming sensitive" you told him, reaching down to cup his cheek, smiling as he happily accepted your affections.

"Was that good? Was I good?" He asked, brown eyes meeting yours as he waited for your answer.

"Absolutely Wizard" you smiled, using his own words.

"You were amazing beautiful boy" you added, watching as he became bashful at the compliment, hiding his face in your thigh.

"Come here" you told him, watching as he took a breath before crawling up towards you, hovering over your body, and when you glanced down you could see just how much he was enjoying pleasing you.

"Oh baby" you spoke, brows furrowed while you reached down, taking him in your hand gently and watching his eyes close, a moan leaving him.

"This looks like it hurts Ralphie" you spoke, while he could only nod in return, body begging to thrust himself into your hand. His moans slowly beginning to become louder, so you quickly took your hand away earning a whine from him as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Would you rather finish in my hand, or would you like to finally consummate our marriage?" You smiled, watching the blush spread on his cheeks and down his neck.

"Consummate our marriage" he answered quickly.

"I would like that too" you smile, hand resting behind his neck to pull him down into a quick kiss.

"How do you want to do this?" You asked, watching as he looked at you quite confused.

"With…our bodies?" He answered in a question, his words causing a full on laugh to leave you.

"Oh Ralphie, you are so precious" you smiled, leaning up to kiss him again.

"I meant what position?"

"O-Oh! Um-–I-If you are o-ok with it—p-perhap we m-might try you—on top" he managed to get out, and just as you suspected, Ralph was living up to that blushing virgin idea, even after all the two of you had done.

"We can do that" you told him with a gentle smile before prompting him to lay down, watching as he quickly did as he was told, once he was comfortable you straddled him, his hands coming up to rest on your hips as you guided yourself to just above his cock. You reached down and grasped him, listening to his breath hitch while he watched every move you made. You brought his cock up, running the tip through your folds, the both of you moaning at the feeling before you brought it to your entrance.

"Are you ready, my beautiful husband?" You asked, watching his blush darken as he nodded quickly.

"O-only if you are, my beautiful wife" he smiled, watching with bated breath as you slowly began to lower yourself, and when he felt his tip finally enter you his mouth hung open, no sound leaving him as he watched you raise up before sliding down further into him. Each time you took more of him into your tight wet heat he swore he died, because surely this is what heaven feels like. By the time you finally bottomed out, the hair at his base tickling your skin, his head was thrown back against the pillow, shaky moans leaving his lips. You on the other hand were feeling absolutely dizzy from pleasure, you had been told that your first time may hurt, but whether it be the foreplay or how wet you were, the only feeling you had was just the odd yet not unappealing feeling of being completely filled. You moaned along with him, eyes closing while your head lulled back, simply basking in the feeling, but it was Ralph trying to pull your hips forward that had you looking at him. Keeping eye contact you raised your body, slowly, before lowering it just as slowly, trying to get used to the feeling of him. His eyes didn't know where to look, you were like a goddess above him, your face showing the pleasure that was buzzing through you, your body slick with sweat from your previous actions, the way your breasts bounced ever so slightly, or the area where you two connected, his cock disappearing into your tight heat and reappearing wetter than before. You were quickly sending him into overdrive.

"I-I can't b-believe this" he panted, hands grabbing your hips tighter, not to guide but to simple ground himself.

"Believe what?" You asked with a breathless laugh.

"T-that you're–Oh–you're m-my wiiife Ah! And I-I'm making l-love–God!-- Love to you r-right now" he moaned, his brain starting to become fuzzy as his end was fast approaching, especially when he felt you begin to bounce faster, circling your hips when your skin met.

"I can't believe it either" you breathed, hands coming to rest on his chest to help you get leverage for a different angle, causing him to reach deeper.

"Oh! Ooooh Ralph" you moaned, earning a whimper from the man under you.

"Fuck!" You panted, head dropping against your chest as you picked up your pace again.

"Ralphie" you whined, looking up at him, only to find him already staring, eyebrows drawn together while his mouth hung open at the sight of you, moans and fast pants falling from him.

"I can feel you so deep" you moaned, a sentence which was simply the truth, but a truth that seemed to snap something inside him, because suddenly you were kissing, his arm pushing your body against his while you felt him plant his feet and he was pistoning into you.

"Oh Fuck!" You moaned loudly, breaking the kiss as you held onto him. By now Ralph was a muttering mess, incomplete sentence falling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck, hips never slowing.

"So good–I-I caaan't–OH!--Y-You're gonna m-make mee–(Y/n)!-- S-So good, never wanna–never wannaaa–YES!"

You could feel your end fast approaching, your own moans growing in volume as you held onto him as well as the sheets, the spring in your body being wound tighter and tighter with each slam of his hips. But you knew that it would be his sounds that did you in, and you were right.

"I love you! I-I love you! I-I love yooou! (Y/n)! So g-good! I- I can't! I love you! I-Im! I'm g-gonna cum! OH! I'm cuming!!!" He shouted at the end, feeling his hips slam upwards into you before stilling, keeping himself deep inside you while he filled you, the sensation of his heat filling your body caused your own orgasm to rush forward, your own loud moans being thrown into the air of the night while you rode out your high, but you couldn't take your eyes off of him, his eyes shut tightly, lips squeezed together, tongue peeking out ever so slightly as he finished. Ralph slowly leaving and entering you again, successfully fucking his cum into you deeper. When his thrusts became gentle and your vision cleared fully you both looked at each other while he let you slowly lift off of him, a hiss of pain leaving you with how sensitive you were at the moment. You slowly snuggled against him, his head on your chest while you ran your hands through his hair.

"I didn't mean to get that rough, or finish…That quickly" he apologized, though he didn't need to, and you quickly told him as much.

"I quite enjoyed the pace you set, and it's not like I didn't finish as well love" you smiled down at him, his eyes dancing with both happiness and sleepiness.

"So I did good?"

"You were perfect beautiful boy"

"So were you beautiful girl"

"Really?" You asked, earning a nod from him, his eyes already drooping.

"I'm glad you were my first Ralph and I'm glad we waited until our wedding night"

"I told you it would be better" he smiled.

"You did, let's get some sleep baby" you told him, leaning down to kiss his head.

"Mm'k" he mumbled.

"Can we do this again…sometime?" He asked, earning a giggle from you.

"Anytime you want Ralphie" you smiled.

"So…tomorrow morning?" He asked, causing you to laugh and lean down to kiss him again.

"Of course, let's get some sleep first though" you told him, watching through lidded eyes as he nodded.

"Sleep sounds good" he spoke, leaning up to nuzzle into your neck where you soon felt his soft breath as he slept.

And there it is! Again, I can't thank everyone enough so all the love and support for this story, it truly means a lot! And I hope I can make more stories down the road for you all to enjoy again ☺️❤️

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trobeds · 2 years

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hi! do you have any ronance + elmax headanons? <3

HELL YEAH!! ALSO YOU ARE AMAZING THANK YOU FOR THE RONANCE PROMPT IVE BEEN DYING TO RAMBLE ABOUT THEM OMG I LOVE YOU <3

ok so onto the hcs (yeaahh)

robin and max hang out and talk about their crushes a lot and robin ADORES having someone like girls in the same way she does. but straight boy solidarity is great, steve! (ik hes bi obviously it just hasnt clicked yet)

nancy is a journalist with insane instincts, so she was bound to pick up on elmax eventually

robins already out to nance and the party at this point so nancy just mentions it casually in conversation

"hey, do el and max like each other"

robin doesnt have a filter so she just blurts out "wait max told you??"

"...no. i guessed"

and thats how ronance teams up in trying to set elmax up. as if theyre so amazing at confessing to their crushes *hint hint*

ronance = maxs moms = encouraging max to ask el to be her gf near constantly <3

its so silly bcs they dont realize theyre making eyes at each other instead of keeping tabs on elmax and making sure everything is going according to plan

max knows. she knows everything 100% and she keeps thwarting their plans like the self sabotaging bitch she is (rip)

el asks her out first.

she goes to robs bcs she knows robin likes girls and is just like her <3 and they come up with a plan for el to ask max out

she does and their first date is a picnic fuck you i will never give up the elmax/elumax picnic first date agenda

nancy helps el pick out something cute to wear (disclaimer: el is fucking adorable in everything she wears. its all cute.)

they laze around and el appears in her mind so max can see her when she kisses her for the first time <3

max and el are super bouncy and happy next time they talk to ronance and robin and nancy clap for them and get just as excited, if not more

ronance with that sense of "you only got your shit together because of us" high-fiving quote unquote, "subtly"

the roles reverse. el and max are the matchmakers now (+ steve bcs hes ronance truther #1 in my mind)

el using her powers to make them gravitate towards each other and them giving her death glares that say "what are u doing stop trying to set us up its obviously unrequited" and el just stares back like "girl wtf are you talking about??" while max gives them thumbs up and nods encouragingly while both robin and nancy think theyre being set up for rejection.

once nancy composes herself she power walks her ass over to robins house to tell her that el and max are trying to set them up

robin "what? no theyre not haha why would they do that its not like we like each other amiright? am. i. right." buckley and nancy "yeah ofc totally not. right. youre right." wheeler being kind of oblivious.

they get together when robin is just rambling about this book she read one day and she wont shut up and theyre sitting close enough that their sides are pressed together and their knees are in a perpetual state of bumping into each other and shes just so adorable and pretty and hot and nancy just cant resist

she grabs her face and kisses her

it takes a hot minute before she pulls away in mortification and robin starts talking. again.

"that was mind-blowing but if that was an experiment we can just forget about this. um. if it wasnt. id be surprised but...not opposed. at all. but thats not possible so anyways, my book was so-" ohmygodohmygodohmygodholyshitohmygodwhatthefuckohmygod

theyre girlfriends pretty soon after

elmax commends them on *finally* getting their shit together

final verdict: elmax and ronance are in love

anyways, thank you sm for the ask!! i really enjoyed answering it ily and take care of yourself <3 <3 <3

#ronance #elmax #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #el hopper #jane hopper #el byers #jane byers #jane ives #[insert every other variation of el's name i'm missing]#max mayfield #my fav sapphics <3 #+ two (2) mentions of #steve harrington #i love u thanks for the ask <3 #(my head)canons #my mailbox 💌

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time-to-write-and-suffer · 10 months

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IF writers write one single book/game that's good first before you plan a series of barely coherent fanfic tropes mashed together instead of an overarching plot challenge <3

I like series personally. I mean not wayhaven length long series but I like duologies and trilogies. I feel like it gives the romance more depth and time to be fleshed out whereas in some stand alone IFs I've read the romance was barely developed before it actually happened, but at the same time the story I tend to like more in the standalone because sometimes in multiple book series it can be dragged out. But Wayhaven is on another level of dragging out, I think it would have done well with being 3 or 4 books long. Idk what other plot will be able to make it seven. I think it would have also made for a solid duology if the story was better paced and the characters and story beats were better written though. One of my main issues with some IF finished or unfinished is the way the romance is written, idk how to explain but a lot of them and how they develop I'm not the biggest fan of or either that or some of the romance options feel 1 dimensional and the mc has no sense of agency whatsoever. On the other hand there are some ifs I've also really enjoyed so I guess it depends. I would love to know more about your opinions on this topic. I think it's a really interesting point and I enjoy reading your thoughts on different topics.

Thank you, that's very sweet of you to say! ^^ And enables me to do more self-important rambling. Although I would love to hear more about why some romances work for you and others don't, since I'm maybe gonna try my hand at writing an IF eventually.

Ok, back to the thing.

Honestly my main issue isn't that there's series, it's that it's often pretty blatant that they're a series solely for the sake of being a series? And not because the author actually has enough material to justify having multiple releases. You feel me?

So like, yeah! If you're using the extra time to develop characters and plot and flesh out the world, if there's a clear progression of events and things are evolving and happening, then obviously write a series! But if you just go "Oh I have all these fun ideas but there's NO way they'll fit into one or two books, it simply MUST be a trilogy/quadrilogy/pentalogy etc etc" without even planning shit out? It's like ... Ok you have a lot of ideas but did you ... do anything with them? Do you have a plan of where you're going? A lot of the time I see announcements of "This will be a trilogy/series!" before the first book is even finished so like ... How do you know. And then you get to the second book and you realize, oh, you didn't know. You just made that up.

And you can say that "Omg Eff, you don't KNOW how these authors operate, maybe they did plan and figure stuff out and your standards are just different and snobby and rude!" and maybe you'd be correct. But I've now read several multiple-book series where you could remove entire chapters, subplots, and yes, one entire BOOK, without changing the status quo or disrupting any character development at all, by just tightening up the writing and shuffling events into previous or next books. I've also read books that were firsts in a series and came away thinking "Okay? Um? Where is this going, exactly? What's the overarching plot? Why should I keep playing this?"

When it gets to that point, I just feel like ... What are you doing, ya know? How are you outlining this shit that things are just randomly happening for no reason. Subplots dropped entirely without a word. Character development stagnating because you've planned all their progression for a different book so in this one they can't do anything to evolve at all. Why is this a series if you're wasting so much time faffing about in one spot until you've stamped the earth into a flat circle.

Also, if you'll allow me to get pretentious for a moment, as a Gamer who's studying Gaming for my Gaming Degree, I feel that the medium of IFs isn't as close to books as people believe just because it's primarily a written medium. You can have plenty of books where people faff about doing fuck-all. Those are generally not good books, but it's excused because of the medium. The author has complete authority over the progression, and the reader is along for the ride, their only choice is whether they engage or not.

However, with IFs, because you've added player interaction into the mix, the things that you put in front of the player need to be justified, need to be worth interacting with. You've already sacrificed a portion of your authority for the sake of player empowerment, so you need to give the player something to DO with the authority you've given them. If you have entire sections of a game where the player becomes too aware of how little their actions matter, how little thought you've put into what you're presenting, how the only thing they're able to change is the replies to a character's words, it becomes less of someone enjoying reading a story and more of a chore to click through the pointless options and watching your character do fuck-all to change any outcomes.

When you write a book where characters faff about, that's your choice as the author. You have absolute authority and can decide when the faffing stops.

But when you write a game, you need to engage the player, you can't faff about forever. The story does not exist without them. The things you put in need to be there for a reason, because someone, by definition, by design, will be on the other end poking and prodding at it, and if you put in shit that doesn't need to be there, then you're wasting your own effort and also the player's time.

Idk. Does that make sense?

I also disagree that single-book romances tend to be worse, IMO they usually work better for me because they're actually planned and structured as stories, as the rest of the books. If you need to rely on word counts in the millions to tell a romance, that's not great, methinks. IFs also give you plenty of time and word count for romances, as well. Like, a 100k fantasy romance is on the longer end for a book, but an IF with a 100k word count would be considered on the shorter end, so readers are plenty ready for much longer word counts and it's even a selling point, usually.

So there's really no reason to justify having multiple books to write a good romance. An IF has no material reason to fit standard tradpub guidelines, so if you need bigger word counts, it's like, go wild. One counterargument would be that IFs romance routes are generally shorter than romance books, because all that WC doesn't actually go to the individual romances but is split up between regular plot, variations and other routes, but again, there's nothing really stopping you from writing as much as you want.

There's also the problem of most IFs having a lot of romance options, but they all tend to be different people with different romance timelines, so stretching out every romance to a slow-burn in different ways just for the sake of giving every route something to hook the player in each book becomes kinda tedious and transparent eventually. So I think multiple-book romances aren't a guarantee to be better than single-book romances (not that you were claiming this, I'm just out on a mind journey rn, apologies).

Anyway, that last bit got a bit off-topic and I'm already seeing some holes in my argument that I don't wanna think about lest this post becomes infinite, but, uh ... There ya go! :')

In the end, I think it's not about what's better, but about structuring, and having a vision, and not wasting my gotdam time and attention and money just because someone couldn't write a proper outline or self-edit. Single-book IFs have just been better at showing restraint and artistic vision in my experience, hence why I generally side-eye any upcoming IF or demo that advertises itself as the first in a series.

Cuz I just don't trust like that anymore.

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fefairys · 9 months

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all along when we've been writing we've sort of been imagining like fake discourse for everything that happens because it would be funny, yknow? all the while being like "lmao yeah because theres toooootally gonna be enough people reading this for it to have DISCOURSE lol good one" but now... there might be. but theyll just be directly in my ask box. fun 👍

hold on im gonna ramble real quick

homestuck has so much infamous memorable discourse that sometimes still makes the rounds to this day and its because it provides both sides of the argument within the text for you to choose which one to support. you can use the text to support two completely different sides of the argument.

you can say "the text says THIS so you're WRONG if you think otherwise!!!!" but then someone can come back and go "um obviously that part is the wrong part because the text ALSO says the OPPOSITE and you're STUPID to believe that the text is supporting your argument and not mine!!!!" this happens ALL over the place in homestuck. its insane. its awesome??? its terrible.

i think we are lowkey kind of doing that sometimes in psy. not as much or as drastically as homestuck, i'd say, but we kind of are providing two opposing sides of discourse, providing the language to argue for your side within the text, equally supporting both sides of the argument with the text. excited and scared to see how that goes. because sometimes its because we find merit in both arguments, both sides have good points etc, but sometimes there is a wrong answer, in our view. and individual characters can be right about some things but EXTREMELY wrong about other things, so you can never look at one character and go "this is the authors' Viewpoint Character, this character is the mouthpiece for the authors to tell us how they feel about the issues being shown" because thats NOT the case for literally anyone in the story. every single character expresses opinions we agree with AND ones we disagree with and thats fun to me :) i just really like it i really like doing that i love writing!!!! never trust anyone <3

i mean thats just part of writing i guess, like, inherently, but i'm just enjoying it. like im just really really pumped and excited about writing rn and i want to scream about it. nothing revolutionary or anything just EEEEEE im VERY new to having more than like 3 people actually read my writing and tell me what they think about it, so. thats a whole new world to me that im seeing. and anticipating specific types of peoples reactions to specific scenes is very fun lol

ok thats all my alarm just went off goodbye

#psy comic

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ptergwen · 3 years

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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

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nari-nim · 3 years

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yeosang as your boyfriend

nari note: kicking off the bf series with this king. who do you want to see next? creds for gif goes to @holy-yeosang

Let’s be honest, you might have to make the first move with him

But it’s worth it because yeosang is actually such boyfriend material

He takes comfort in established familiarity and warm-heartedness, so likes taking things slow and understanding your personality more than anything

Shy boi at first even as y’all are dating

It can take a long time to reach the point he’s super comfortable.

But please be patient with him because he really has super intense and strong feelings for you

Super playful and chaotic once he feels max comfortable around you!!

Type to be quiet around others but then rambles nonstop with you. Would be so funny too, he has so many hot takes he was holding in

Can be unpredictable, but not in a bad way!

More like he just stares at you in such a straight face until you get slightly worried, but he just feeds you three pocky sticks, kisses your lips as you are munching in confusion, and then leaves

Also please he’s so funny??? Like it’s not the type of humor like Wooyoung who just is so loud and makes everyone laugh, but the type where he makes such snarky or intellectual jabs at the situation/those around him

So it just ends up with the two of your snickering on the side

So many inside jokes

So much laughter, always

Definitely the type to tease you as his form of flirting

Enjoys personal attention and lots of eye contact when talking about literally anything that comes to mind

Really likes just sitting with you somewhere cozy and talking about life for hours and hours on end

Once he’s comfortable, he’s actually so adorably expressive and unafraid to return PDA

While he may struggle with emotional expression at times, physical affection can stand in loving words for him

While not as touchy as San or Wooyoung, he isn’t afraid to have the two of you be in your own world

Sits close to you at any given opportunity and quietly takes care of you

Like offering you snacks first, moves your hair behind your ears, urges you to wrap you arms around his, gives you his jacket

He’s the type to love you quietly

Actions speak louder than words, and his actions are so incredibly thoughtful and attentive

For example, he may not be tripping over himself to tell you just how much he loves you 24/7 but he never fails to open soft drinks for you after the one time your nail broke in front of him when you tried to pry the metal tab open, he literally ignores the group chat but makes sure he bids you good morning and good night because he’s seen how happy they make you feel, etc

Ok but he is so kind even if he rarely voices it. You can absolutely count on him to be there for emotional and practical support whenever it’s needed.

Very trusting in the relationship

He is really understanding of you having friends/a life outside of him so he’s less likely to get jealous

Really rational in disagreements

Sometimes it can get hard to read his expressions, so it’s important you both learn to communicate a lot to keep the relationship healthy! He’s actually really good at voicing his thoughts and opinions well once he has the space to do so

Values reciprocation

Will do aegyo to make you blush or sway things in his favor. And then will proceed to hide his face immediately after

please he is Adorable

You’re his hype man. He will also then get super shy, but loves every single second of it. Secretly wants you to hype him up nonstop

I think he secretly really enjoys words of affirmation as his primary love language (receiving).

Compliments can be a little rare from him, so when he does compliment you, you know he really means it!!

And he will roast you

Sometimes, he has his fun by occasionally starting some verbal sparring followed by intense making up.

Like he’ll choose a topic and say something so wild about it just to see your expression. Pushes your buttons a little before either one of you has to shut the other up through a make out session or a bet

Just very trustworthy, loyal, loving and faithful as a whole uwu

NSFW after this

With that being said, he’s a switch

I don’t see power play being as big of deal for him tbh, he likes to go with the flow with what you both feel like during the moment

literally his preference to dom or sub may actually depend on you and the dynamic of the relationship

when he’s dom, he’s soft or hard depending on the mood as well

but ngl I’m leaning on that hard dom agenda

Sex with him can start out a bit vanilla at first

He’s so careful and wants you to be comfy :’)

But give it a few rounds and lots of communication, his kinky ass will take over

Takes a lot of joy in pleasing you, and can take this to an extreme where he just wants to watch you cum again and again and again from his touch

Um can be a bit of a sadist

Type to ask you if it hurts while overstimulating you and says “good” when you moan in affirmation

Secretly has a thing to see you cry

Also really likes edging

He likes driving you so desperate to the point you’re begging him to let you cum

As you’re reaching and moaning for him he’ll say in a teasing tone “oh really, what do you want? You want my cock? Hm? Is that it?”

Just to hear your pleady whines

That mocking tone will send shivers down anyone’s spine

Oh My God you cannot tell me he won’t have a degradation kink (giving)

Also the type to be like “use your words” while he’s going down on you and then proceed to suck your clit extra hard, making you unable to form coherent sounds through your loud moans. It then becomes his excuse to edge you for yet another round because you didn’t use your words, did you?

Whew, anyways

Grab onto his biceps while he rails into you and notice how they flex underneath you as he starts pounding harder in response

Likes to show off his gains by pushing you up against a wall

Also likes it when you top him

Likes hearing you really vocal, even though he’s more on the quieter side when he isn’t dirty talking

Usually just groans when hitting an extra sensitive spot or when you give a particularly good blowjob that day

Likes having you go down on him as foreplay, but prefers penetration as an end goal

Into the classic missionary and launchpad positions so he can see your expression clearly as he overstimulates/edges you

Likes seeing you look up at him through those teary eyes <3

But also very into doggy style

Likes fucking you into the sheets in general, so any position adjacent to that is on his favorites list

um his fingering game is so strong

In the mornings, likes slowly fucking you from behind while spooning you so he can also grab onto your tits or play with your clit

His end goal always is to make you feel so fucking good, it just manifests differently than service tops like Seonghwa or Yunho

Very private about your sex life and not into public sex at all

Possessive in that way. Only he can touch you like that, see you like that, hear your moans like that, etc

Likes hearing you confirm that

“Only I can make you scream like this”

“Who fucks you this good, huh?”

“C’mon, say it louder.”

Has one hell of a degradation kink (giving) me thinks

Likes it when you talk back, lowkey likes brat taming when he’s in a dom mood

But does like teasing you in public and keeping it like that until you both find a bedroom, gets off on the idea of you both having to hide your neediness in public

Very little people expect that from just seeing you both together in regular settings

But little do they know despite the two of you innocently sitting together eating brunch with the team, leaving a few inches for jesus, y’all just had the freakiest sex before getting there. Like you’re literally shifting around in your seat as the soreness kicks in, and Yeosang is smirking ever so slightly at your discomfort

Will rest a heavy head on your upper thigh for a few seconds, brushing his pinky finger against your clothed clit through the thin fabric of your outfit, as he reaches for the bread basket

Likes hearing that little gasp leaving your lips

Knows he’s leaving you very frustrated and will use that to his advantage later

The whole time, he has the most innocent, fair expression on his face

when he’s a sub tho?

similar vibes. wants you to feel good.

Still wants to dirty talk, but it’s far more subservient now

one quick way to get him into subspace

if you push him far enough, then he’s so pouty and clingy and fucking cute

It’s so rare to see him like this but always such a treat

favorite positions is to have you ride him and he’ll play with your tits

or he’s still fucking you into the sheets but you are 100% in control

Just imagine him all whiny and teary as he fucks into you, begging you to let him cum as your clench your walls purposely around him, making him yelp as he tries to still his shaking thighs to wait for your signal

actually can be quite obedient as a sub

truly will do his best to be your good boy

Anyways, aftercare is pretty good with him. He’s very caring and gentle and checks in a lot with you (he better, usually he fucks quite a few rounds out of you)

If he’s fucked out tho, make sure he is also taken care of! As a sub, he follows your orders so well so he’ll probably fall asleep so fast after intensely cumming for the nth time

At the very least wipes you both down clean with a warm washcloth and kisses you to sleep

Likes spooning you at the end :’)

give him his cuddles </3

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autumnsart22 · 3 years

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Flat Tire: Suna x fem reader

SMUT 🔥🔥

This is technically a part 3 of First time in College: Suna x reader, but I decided to make it a stand alone. You can read the other parts if you’re interested. Also, I left the ending kind of open, so I would be super happy to continue it if anyone wants me to...

P.S. I feel like it’s rare to have someone look this fine when it’s NOT EVEN FANART BRUHHHH

Suna was late to pick you up for your “date” (was it a date? He hadn’t made it particularly clear), which wasn’t a good sign. You had spent the hours after your class at 3 pacing around, trying to figure out what outfit to wear, and questioning your whole existence. Your roommate, Kiyoko, didn’t make things any better. When you had explained how you had met Suna at the frat party, how sweet he had seemed, her mouth had dropped and her eye practically popped out of her head.

“Out of every guy you could have picked, you chose Suna Rintarou?” She sighed, burying her face in her hands.

“What? Is he...bad?” You asked, suddenly nervous. You liked Suna, from the amount you knew about him. He seemed like he was pretty arrogant, and also kind of lazy, but he was nice to talk to. You knew you’d be disappointed if he ended up being a piece of shit.

“He’s just...you know…” Kiyoko was clearly trying to find a way to phrase it. “He’s ditched a lot of different girls, sleeping around and then never speaking to them again, that sort of thing. Typical frat boy behavior.”

You sighed, since it was exactly what you expected. “Well, it’s fine. We’re just going to eat, so I’ll just get it over with and then be out of his life.”

“Ok. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You waved her off. “I know, I know. Don’t worry.”

Unfortunately, six o’clock came and went, and no sign of Suna; suddenly, despite my dismissal, “getting hurt” seemed like a distinct possibility. By 6:30, you ditched your shoes and coat, crashing on your bed and starting the newest episode of Attack on Titan. Fuck Suna and his dumb pretty face. You were good with Levi.

Halfway through the episode, there was a knock at your door, and your muscles tensed so suddenly that your neck twinged.

“Uh, who is it?” You yelled as you rolled out of bed, stumbling to the door.

“Su--” You opened it and blinked up at the guy outside in shock. “--na.”

“Oh.” You raised your eyebrows. He was wearing black pants and a black crewneck, a white collared shirt underneath.

“Hi,” he panted, completely out of breath. “Sorry.”

You snorted. “Um. It’s late.”

“I got lost.”

“Did you now?”

“And I had to go back home to change.”

“You could have texted me!”

“...I don’t have your number.”

You opened your mouth, but you had nothing to say to that. “Well, fuck,” you muttered, turning away.

“Sorry. You’ll still come to eat though, right?”

You wanted to curse him out for making you wait so long, for making you think he ditched you for the night and forgot.

“Fine. But you’re a dick.”

He grinned lazily, leaning in the door frame as you grabbed your shoes and jacket again, scooping up your purse as you exited your dorm.

“What?” You said as you finally approached him, blushing as you met his eyes despite how hard you tried not to.

“Nothing.”

He led the way to his car in silence, and it was a strange mix of awkward and comfortable. Suna didn’t seem like the type to be super talkative, but at the same time you felt like you should be making conversation.

When you got to his car, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down before sliding into the passenger seat. Of course, the whole car smelled like weed, but it wasn’t overwhelming and honestly kind of nice.

“So, you’re a freshman?” He asked, pulling out of the lot, and you nodded.

“Are you?”

“Sophomore.”

“What’s your major?”

“Undecided, but I enjoy photography. Not the best career path though…”

“Wait, that's really cool.” You glanced at him, impressed. “What do you take pictures of?”

“Anything, but people mostly.”

“You’ll have to show me some time.”

“Only if you forgive me for being late.”

You crossed your arms, snorting. “Fine.”

The car suddenly jerked, and you gasped as you heard a rush of air coming from the rear.

“Oh...fuck,” Suna muttered, pulling off to the side of the road. “I think we just got a flat tire.”

“How????”

“How am I supposed to know?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Do you want me to call someone?”

“Hang on, I might be able to…” He hopped out of the car before finishing, and you sat in silence as you heard him walking around to examine the damage. A moment later, he re-entered the driver's side with an annoyed expression on his face. “Yeah, it’s flat. Shit.”

“What are we going to do?”

“My friend has a spare tire, but it might take him a bit to get here. Are you ok with waiting?”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

“Sorry, this is the worst night ever.”

“It’s not your fault. We can just hang out until your friend gets here.”

Suna’s expression didn’t change, but you thought you saw his shoulders relax a little. In the darkness of the car, you couldn’t help but admire his profile as he turned off the car and shoved his hair back from his face.

“What?” He said, turning to look at you, and you went beat red.

“Huh?”

“You’re looking at me.”

“N-no.”

“Really?” He smirked, leaning towards you slightly.

Your heart stuttered, practically stopping at you stared into his pretty yellow eyes. Oh my god...

“I--”

Before you could answer, Suna sat back, still smirking. A car drove past you on the dark street and you used the momentary distraction to try and get ahold of yourself.

“So, what do you want to do?” Suna asked, and you looked over at him again.

“You say that like we have another option besides just sitting here.”

He shrugged, pulling a THC pen from his pocket and holding it out to you. You took it from him, hitting it twice before handing it back.

“What’s your major?” He asked, holding the pen to his lips.

“Political economics right now, but I’m considering switching to english since I like writing.”

“What do you write?”

“All kinds of things, although mostly short stories. I’ve been working on my second novel too, and the first draft is almost done. It’s really shitty right now, but hopefully once I go back and edit it…”

You paused, suddenly embarrassed. Were you rambling? You could talk about writing all day, but most people didn’t care enough to keep listening beyond the first sentence.

“Yeah?” Suna said, waiting for you to finish.

“Oh. That was it.” You glanced away, waiting for a subject change.

“What’s your novel about?” He paused, laughing under his breath. “I can’t believe you wrote a fucking book. That’s so sick.”

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your face, and you covered your mouth with your hand. “Ok, short version--”

“Short version? Why? We’ve got plenty of time.”

You opened your mouth, and then paused. No one actually ever asked to hear about your writing beyond just the basic formalities, and you couldn’t believe how happy it made you feel that someone seemed genuinely interested.

Deciding to abandon all pretenses, you jumped into a long scale explanation of the plot you were writing, all while Suna watched your face intently.

“...And yeah! That’s basically it,” you finished finally, smiling brightly at him. “Sorry if that was super boring, I didn’t mean to…”

“Can I read it when you finish? I’m invested.” He took another hit off the pen while watching you, and you smiled to yourself. How was this boy saying all the right things? Fuck.

“I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

“Depends on my mood.”

“What can I do to guarantee you’ll let me read?” He reached over to grab your chin, stroking your cheeks gently with his thumb, and your breathing hitched. “Ha, you’re cute when you’re all red like this.”

You snorted, but didn’t pull away. “Flattery doesn’t work on me.”

“Really?” He leaned closer to you, until your faces were only inches apart in the darkness.

“N-no.” Your heart thundered.

“Hm,” He murmured. “I’ll have to try to change that.”

And then he was pressing your body back into the seat and kissing you hard on the mouth.

Oh my god, it was heaven. He tasted like minty chapstick and weed, and you sighed, your mind going blank.

His long fingers tangled in your hair, dragging you closer, and a low noise came from his chest as you opened your mouth. You pulled away after a long minute, gasping, which only prompted Suna to trail open mouthed kisses down your neck.

You leaned your head back to give him easier access, letting out an embarrassing noise as his hand slid under your shirt to trace the skin of your stomach.

You weren’t a virgin, but you had only had sex with one person--your previous boyfriend--and it had been less than satisfactory the few times you had done it. Apparently you had missed the physical contact more than you thought.

You sat up, and Suna pulled away, his eyes a little glazed over and his hair messed up. God damn, he was fine.

He smiled slowly as your eyes trailed down his chest to his crotch, and he slid his seat all the way back so there was enough room for you to crawl into his lap.

It was awkward, and you slammed your head on the roof of the car hard enough to make you yelp in pain as you tried to maneuver over to him. But any embarrassment you might have felt washed away as he burst out laughing and kissed you gently on the mouth.

You tugged at his shirt in annoyance, suddenly pissed that it was still in place, and he awkwardly pulled over his head.

“Pushy,” he muttered, and you flicked him hard on the forehead.

“Dick.”

“No need to beg, sweetheart. You’ll get it soon.”

You swallowed hard and your thighs clenched in anticipation, even as you rolled your eyes.

Any annoyance you had flew from your head as he slipped a hand down your pants, the other coming up to tangle in your hair. Instead of touching you where you needed him to, he traced along your inner thighs, kissing your collarbone.

“Suna,” you mumbled, suddenly impatient as you shifted your hips, and he grinned into your skin before you felt his fingers shove the thin fabric of your underwear aside.

“Oh go--” Your eyes rolled back as he slowly eased a digit into you, wiggling it as he slowly widened you up.

“S-Shit,” you gasped, your hands grasping at his shirt as he added another finger, circling his thumb at the same time on your clit.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” Suna grunted, kissing up your neck as you began to roll your hips, riding his hand.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, but he grinned wickedly and immediately pulled his hand from your pants. Your eyes widened in outrage, but you stopped when he held up his fingers, covered in your juices, and shoved them in his mouth. You almost came from the sight, clenching around nothing as your heart stuttered.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he mumbled, and you felt his dick twitch beneath you. It was hard as a rock in his pants, and you could feel it straining against the fabric. It was pretty big, if the bulge was evidence enough.

You quickly fumbled to get his zipper open, needing to have him inside you right now. His fingers were good, but you needed...

Suna smacked your hands away. “Take off your pants,” he ordered, and you obliged, choosing to ignore how hot you got at his commanding tone. You could unpack that later.

It was a struggle to get the fabric off in the small space, but finally you were back in his lap, and he was holding your hips, and his (long) cock was free of his pants. You reached down, stroking it slowly and rubbing your thumb gently across the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered already.

“Jesus christ,” Suna said, his voice strained, and he twitched in your hand.

“Jesus wouldn’t appreciate his name being used in this context.”

“He’d be jealous of me right now.”

“You’re definitely going to hell for that.”

“And you’re not? You little slut.” Suna shoved his fingers in your mouth while his other hand fumbled with a condom which he tugged from his pocket. He slid it down over his length with expert speed, clearly having done this many times before, but you shoved the thought from your mind.

Suna held your hips tightly as you positioned yourself over him, helping you as you eased yourself down onto his dick. He was larger than your last boyfriend, and it burned for a moment as you adjusted to his size, but Suna held your face and stroked your hair as you breathed through it. “You’re such a good girl, taking my cock so well,” he groaned in your ear. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

His praise made you clench around him, the pain easing away, and you rolled your hips experimentally. The friction on your clit and almost made you cum right away, and you let out a moan into his neck as your head dropped onto his shoulder. Holy motherfucking shit how did it feel so good...

Suna buried his face in your chest as you began to ride him, shifting your hips slowly as you felt his full length hitting points you didn’t even know existed. When he ran his tongue along your nipple, you let out an embarrassing noise and fucked him faster.

Your legs began to burn, but Suna took over easily, thrusting up into you while you held onto his shoulders. Your moans and the sound of sex filled the car, and your hand slid across the fogged glass of the window as you grasped for anything to hold onto. You were so close to coming, you could feel it all the way down to your toes.

“You’re doing so good, baby, you feel so good,” Suna groaned, reaching down to rub your clit, his tongue circling your nipple at the same time, and with his voice in your ear, it was enough to finally send you over the edge. You clenched around him, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you came hard all over his cock. It was easily the best orgasm you’d had during sex, possibly the best ever. Suna didn’t take his eyes off you as you came apart, relishing in how it was him who put that expression on your face, and how only he was seeing you like this right now.

“And you said flattery doesn’t work on you,” Suna laughed, but you couldn’t even make yourself glare at him.

“Idiot.”

You panted as you came down from your high, but Suna still wasn’t finished. You could tell he was getting close by the way his pace picked up and how he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he thrust up into you. His groans were deep and sexy in your ear, making your overstimulated clit throb as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.

“F-fuckkkk…” He panted, kissing you again and shoving his tongue in your mouth. He held onto your hair, tangled around his fist, forcing you to lean your head back as he created hickies all along your throat.

He finally came with a groan, his cock twitching as he held onto you tightly, head falling on your shoulder. You both stilled, panting, and you couldn’t help the slow smile that tugged at your lips. For a moment you were too tired to move as you felt his dick soften inside you, so you gently stroked his hair instead.

“Are you ok?” He murmured, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a wreck, but you were sure you didn’t look much better.

“I’m great,” you said, smiling. “Are you?”

Suna blinked, looking dazed for a moment, but he nodded.

You shifted, trying to get off his lap in the most graceful way possible, but your back slammed against the wheel and the car honked loudly.

“Jesus!” You cursed, flinching, and Suna rolled his eyes.

“You just woke the whole neighborhood.”

“Ugh,” you glared at him as you pulled on your pants, readjusting your shirt to cover your chest once again.

The car suddenly lit up as headlights pulled up behind you, and you whirled to face Suna.

“Is that your friend? Wait, where’s your shirt?!”

He wasn’t listening, casually tugging it over his head as he opened the driver’s side door. You heard a door slam from behind you, and then a guy with grey hair and dark tips leaned down to wave at you from Suna’s side.

“Hi. Sorry it took so long, but I have the tire.”

“Thanks,” Suna nodded, and then gestured to you. “Kita, this is Y/n L/n. Y/n, this is my friend Kita Shinsuke.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you said, but you felt your stomach drop as Kita’s eyes went to the fogged windows, where your hand print was still visible.

“Yeah…” He raised his eyebrows. “Nice to meet you too.”

Suna crossed his arms, looking bored. “Wanna help me change the tire?”

The two boys left you alone as they went to swap out the flat, and you worked on trying to get your face to stop burning. By the time Suna finally got back, you felt decently less embarrassed; he probably did this all the time, so for Kita, it was definitely nothing new. He probably wouldn’t even remember your name.

“Hey,” you looked over at Suna in surprise as he slid back into the driver’s seat and gently grabbed your face, kissing you slowly.

“What was that for?” You sighed when he pulled away.

He shrugged, smirking. “Are you still hungry?”

Part 1

Part 2

#holy shit i love him #ive never blushed harder than while writing this #mad butterflies omg #smut #suna #haikyuu suna #suna x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarō #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #fanfiction #fandom #fanfic

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svnaslove · 3 years

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beach trip with fukurodani

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ; [requested;anon] hcs of beach trip with Fukurodani where reader has a crush on Bokuto

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; my bad writing

this turned into more of a story than a hcs, sorry😭(but i promise this is worthwhile this is so cute skjsjsj)

ok ok ok when you heard there was going to be a beach trip with the boys fukurodani volleyball team and you were invited you were ecstatic !!

but then...

you remembered that your CRUSH, BOKUTO was gonna be there

jesus christ

now this was going to be an anxiety induced trip

bokuto with his sunshine of a smile and beautiful personality and muscles and the fact he’s gonna be in swimming trousers....

YOU NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT

but then you think about how YOU’RE going to be in a bikini

um 😳

you’d have to be either nuts or v confident to reveal yourself in a bikini and not be a tiny bit nervous because you are surrounded by a bunch of 17-18 year old guys

at least the managers were going to be there and they were all girls so you were a little bit more relaxed (unless you’re into girls too sjkjks)

so comes the day for the beach trip

you went to fukurodani yourself, a second year and you were invited by yukie, one of the managers

she was one of your best friends and she’s trying to get you closer to bokuto *eyebrows* *eyebrows*

you took 2 third year classes that you shared w him and that’s how you ended up knowing him and started to have feelings for him

the whole team plus the managers went together on the bus they used to ride to games, so you know what that means

ya in the bus too love <3

anxiously, you made your way to the back of the bus with yukie dragged behind you, taking a seat on the same side as the door of the bus at a window seat

“im so nervous”

yukie just looked at you and said “he likes you too dummy”

your brain: SKJSJKJKFLSKFJSDKJ HUH

she’s just smiling slyly and takes a huge bite out of her food she had packed

“watch, bokuto’s coming to the bus now. guess what’s gonna happen. i’ll do it for you. he’s gonna look like he’s freaking out and blabber to poor akaashi next to him about how nervous he is that you’re actually in the beach trip with us, and then when he gets on the bus you two are gonna lock eyes or something because you’re so dumb for each other and then he’ll do that hey hey hey thing and come sit near us and start talking to you.” she declared inbetween bites

you scoffed, “yeah, as if.”

“he’s very easy to read, you’ll see” she says

you rolled your eyes at her, there was no way she could be right about this

but-

wtf 🧍‍♀️

you looked out the window and saw bokuto and akaashi walking over to the bus, bokuto rambling nervously to akaashi, akaashi had a sympathetic look and bokuto couldn’t stop fiddling with his fingers. must be a habit he picked up from akaashi.

you looked to yukie and she wore a smug look.

the two boys walked in, bokuto in front

you looked at him to see that he had been looking at you, you two locked eyes and you heard yukie laugh

a soft pink taint made it’s way to bokuto’s cheeks and your own

“hEY HEY HEY WHO’S READY FOR THE BEACH” bokuto laughed trying to snap out of the trance of locking eyes with you and came and sat DEAD RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

im-

“wtf yukie is this staged or something”

“im the mama manager, never doubt the mama manager” she winked

well now we have a future teller.

you looked over to yukie and whispered, ”if you’re the ‘mama’ manager i wouldn’t suppose you know why he does that hey hey hey thing do you?”

she smiled, “it’s how he gains confidence when he’s nervous” she winked again, taking another bite of her granola bar

the bus’s engine starts and you’re now all on your way to the beach

bokuto turned around in his seat with the biggest smile, “hey y/n-chan- is it okay if i call you y/n-chan? i was wondering what your number was so we could add it to the groupchat in case you get lost at the beach :)”

SLY ASS BITCH

you gave him your number and told him it was okay to call you y/n-chan

hOW-

maybe ya girl yukie was right, he did have a thing for you too, you will never doubt mama yukie again 😔

you all are nearly at the beach, you can already see the ocean, the coach is just trying to find a spot to park in when bokuto turns around in his seat again, “HEY HEY HEY, Y/N-CHAN DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE OCEAN WITH ME WHEN WE ALL GET CHANGED?”

poor bby you

rED AS A TOMATO

“i- uhm, yes thank you bokuto-kun” you smile

at this point you just want to sTRANGLE YUKIE BECAUSE SHE HAS SUCH A SHIT EATING SMIRK

ITS DRIVING YOU CRAZY

“oooo~ go to the ocean with yo manz y/n” she whispered, poking your side

screaming internally because yukie is teasing you nonstop and bokuto jUST ASKED YOU TO HANG OUT W HIM SKJFS

you guys find a spot to park and start unloading and walking towards the beach

ah it felt so nice, the sound of the waves, the sand under your feet and the warm sun

everyone for the most part had changed, you had to hold yourself back when you saw bokuto, wHY WAS HE SO MUSCULAR

bite bokuto’s muscles 2021

you dazed out staring a little too long at bokuto and his v-line

yukie had to push you into the changing room to get you to “stop being weird” as she put it 😭😭

you were just admiring the view 😭

when you walked out, everyone was still around talking to each other but you noticed eyes stealing glances of you here and there

and then you noticed bokuto from a bit far back, was he-

was he-

checking you out?

you literally short-circuited

rip y/n 2020

his cheeks were flushed, akaashi next to him, seemed like he was trying to hold back a laugh

close ur mouth bokuto

ur already dead idk how ur blushing too

you walk up to him and he’s like “you look really good y/n” all dazed out

cue akaashi hitting him in the back of the head and walking away for bokuto to stop being h word

he nervously laughs, “let’s go?”

he rented two boogie board while you were changing and surprised you w it awee

so you two go into the water, deeper, and deeper in and there’s like no one around and it just feels natural??

like you’re both not that nervous as much as before and it’s just fun

you got smacked on the face by a wave and he started laughing only to get hit in the face by an even bigger wave

you had to pull him up from underwater lksdjfdklsfj

and now bokuto’s hair is... down?

excuse me sir this is not allowed

stop playing with y/n’s heart, y/n can’t take it they’re gonna die again

u just zone out looking at how pretty he looks with his hair down and he’s all laughing because he had to be saved and then he relaxes, still smiling and looking at you

is this gonna happen?

i think it’s gonna happen

he gets a little serious now

you’ve never seen him calm down to this point

“y/n... i.. i like you, like, alot” he let out a small laugh to relieve the tension

you can’t think of words to use to reciprocate your feelings to him so you just do it

you throw the boogie board from under you to the side and just hold his face and kiss him

bokuto was surprised, he tensed for a quarter of a second before relaxing and enjoying your kiss

his arms held your legs up around his waist underwater so you didn’t have to kick up while kissing him

he tasted of salt water from the previous fall

mid kiss he started smiling in the kiss

“i’ve been waiting for this for a long time you know.”

you can’t help but to smile, “me too”

and you both just start softly laughing with each other

he bring you out of the water and you’re both holding hands, “let me treat you to some ice cream” he said

the whole team notices you two coming out of the water and holding hands and they’re all like

$#(#$*()??WHAT???#$#)$*#(SLKDJFDSKL

akaashi is slightly surprised that bokuto managed to do that so fast but happy for him

the rest of the team was just “BOKUTO???DID??IT???”

they knew from the beginning that he liked you since he’s always talking about how pretty you looked in class to akaashi and how you make him so nervous and how he wishes he had the courage to talk to you and they all know how they set up yukie, conveniently enough being your best friend to invite you to the beach trip so that bokuto could make some kind of move

BUT DAMN BOKUTO

THAT WAS FAST

you two are just giggling the rest of the day with each other holding hands and hanging out together

IT’S SO CUTE SJDFLKDSJ

when it got to sundown it started getting colder, you didn’t expect for it to get cooler so you didn’t bring a jacket

bokuto had a baggy jacket on and he just told you to come cuddle up on his chest and he closed the jacket with the two of you inside

yukie was about to cry because he was so DAMN SWEET

she took pictures for you because what’s a best friend for

the sun’s setting and the sky is gorgeous, a mix of pinks and oranges with wispy clouds and the ocean right in front of you

bokuto’s sitting behind you and you’re sitting in front of him and his legs are wrapped around you and you’re inside his jacket w him and he just leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek, “will you be my s/o?” he asks softly, nearly a whisper

when you say yes his heart springs and he hugs you tight

when you two get back on the bus to go home you two sit together, you both end up falling asleep together, falling on each other and you had his jacket on since he got hot but you were still cold

yukie definetly took a picture of that too

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jeanswife26 · 2 years

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Teach Me

Chapter one - Introductions

Paring - Jean Kirstein x Female reader

Series summary - By chance you come to be friends with an upperclassman, Jean Kirstein, who offers to help tutor you in hope you forgive him from making you late to your class one morning. All though the plan was for him to help you with history, are there others things you want him to teach you as well?

Chapter summary- With the thought of being late to class looming over her reader finally thinks her day is going up. On her way to class she literally runs into someone who might hinder her plans more.

Content - fluff, building relationships, college Au, clumsy Jean

Content warnings - smut, sexual content

Author notes - Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this little story I'm creating! It might be a slower build, not too slow don't worry, but it will eventually get to the good stuff! I'll try to upload as soon as possible and the chapters will get longer as the story builds. Thanks for reading!

It was 8:45am on a rainy Tuesday morning. Why did that matter? Well your first class started at 9:15 and you were in the middle of line at the coffee shop about 2 blocks away from the lecture hall. It was a disgusting habit but there was no way you were about to stay awake during the 3 hours of mindnumbuning listening and notetaking you were about to invoke.

No. You absolutely couldn't get through it without a trace of coffee.

You took a deep breath of relief as you noticed there was only one person in front of you now. Your order wouldn’t take long to prepare and if you just rushed you would definitely make it there in time.

It was your turn to order and you quickly gave your barista your order. You stood by the pick up window anxiously waiting for yours to be next.

8:53

You smiled as you saw your coffee come out and grabbed it swiftly. This was working out in your favor. You now had plenty of time to make it there, maybe even a minute or two early.

You began to walk, still on the quicker side of your normal pace just to be cautious. You were feeling great until the feeling of hot liquid singed at your stomach. You were so preoccupied by the burning that you almost missed the whole person who fumbled into you.

“I am so sorry!” A voice said from what seemed to be high above you.

You looked up and almost fell over on your own. The man who stood before you had to be some kind of superhuman. He was tall and slender with light skin, his light rose brown colored hair was on the longer side but brushed away from his eyes. You could see where he had the underneath shaved as it shone a darker color. His hazel eyes locked with yours as he searched for you to respond. “Are you ok?” He asked, analyzing the large brown stain that now formed on your shirt and jeans.

“Um… yea I’m getting there.” You said as you tried to replay the past 30 seconds in your brain.

“Here I think I have some napkins in my bag that you could use.” The man said as he frantically dug through the leather cross body bag that he had slung around his shoulder.

He did in fact have a few napkins that you used to help dry off the excess liquid.

“I am so, so sorry I am usually pretty good at multitasking but I haven’t been to this side of campus in a really long time and I was trying to use the map at the same time and then your body just appeared.” He rambled on anxiously.

“It’s ok, really… What building are you looking for?” You asked.

The man perked up a little bit at your question. “Oh, the McCade lecture hall.”

Your brow furrowed at the knowledge of his destination. That was where your class was. Fuck. If you weren’t on the border before now you were definitely going to be late. Late and coffeeless.

“That's where I’m headed, you can just follow me.” You said, trying to cover up your disappointment.

“Really? Man, I can't thank you enough.” He said happily as he began to follow behind you. You felt like a mother duck who just found her baby.

His long legs were no issue to keep up with your faster pace. You couldn’t be even more late because then you really had it coming for you.

Who even was this guy? Was he a new transfer? Who gets lost on the way to class in the middle of the semester?

9:27am

That's what time you basically jumped through the door.

“Man looks like we were headed towards the same lecture, how funny!” He said with what seemed to be a forced smile. Maybe he was just trying to smooth things over from before?

He waved goodbye, apologized, and thanked you a little more than needed just for spilling some coffee.

Coffee

You tried not to think about it too much before your mind figured out you were uncaffeinated.

A few of the girls gave you an interesting look as you walked by them. You shrugged it off and sat in your usual seat.

“What was that?”

You looked to your right to see your friend Pieck sitting next to you like you did everyday. Pieck was one of your best friends, I mean she was your only friend.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Why did you walk into class, with Jean Kirstien of all people, let alone your all dirty like that.” She said as she looked me up and down.

You turned your head to see into the direction the man walked off too. You watched as he walked up to the Professor and seemed to have an almost normal conversation. He laughed and smiled with him and then he started to look around. His eyes finally met your direction and you tried to look away. You glanced back to see them talking again.

Were they talking about you? Maybe he was explaining how he spilled coffee all over you and that's why we were late to save his own ass. You tried to focus on taking your notebook out alongside your aray of pens.

“You still didn’t answer my question.” Pieck huffed.

“Oh. He bumped into me on the way over here, literally, and I spilled my coffee. After that he helped me clean it off and asked for directions so he followed me here.” You answered.

The look on Piecks face said it all. “What?” You questioned, tone a little sharper.

“Jean Kirstein is one of the hottest Juniors on campus, he has a reputation if you get my drift.” Pieck explained.

“I don’t think I get what you’re saying…” You said, trying to figure her out.

“He’s a whore.” Pieck said flatly.

“Oh.” You said lowly as you diverted your attention to the lecture that was about to begin.

History was not your strong suit. To be honest you were hanging on to a passing grade by a thread. You tried so hard to keep your focus on what the professor was saying but your eyes kept drifting to the man on his computer in the front row. You watched as Jean typed. It was odd. He didn’t seem to be taking notes like the rest of us. Maybe he had a different system? And why was a junior in a sophomores class?

Eventually the three grueling hours passed and students crammed out of the hall. You and Pieck walked out into the courtyard and started your trip back to your dorm.

“Hey hold up!” a voice called from the crowd.

You thought nothing of it because well to be frank, no one would call for you.

Then you heard your name get yelled and your head snapped in its direction.

You watched as Jean pushed through the crowd of people and jogged right in front of you.

“You deaf or something? I called your name like three times…. That is your name right?” He asked as he seemed to catch his breath.

He crouched down a bit to ease the strain on your craned neck. He was so tall it was hard to believe.

“Um yea.. That's my name…” You said as your mind went other places. Your eyes trailed along the short line of facial hair he had growing on his sharp jawline.

He smiled in satisfaction and stood up a little straighter. “I just wanted to see if you were still ok after earlier, You seemed kinda in shock when it happened.”

“Oh I’m fine now, just a stain that will wash out.” You said with a small smile.

“Actually I think you need to apologize for what you did to my friend. I think you should pay more attention to where you're going.” Pieck, who you forgot was even there chimed in.

You gave her the “Please shut up look” but all she did was ignore it.

“I think you are correct. I have apologized but maybe I can make it up to you and buy you a coffee for the one I ruined?” He asked.

You stood there blank, trying to comprehend what he was implying.

“I think that is an acceptable deal.” Pieck said.

“Ok, Do you have class early tomorrow morning? I only have something in the later afternoon.” Jean smiled.

“She is free all day tomorrow actually. Does 9 am work? Same place?” Pieck propositioned proudly.

Jean gave a small laugh. “Yea that works. See ya then.”

You watched in awe as he waved goodbye and walked off in the other direction.

“What was that?” You asked Pieck as your eyes still followed the now glimpse of him.

“I was helping you.” She said as she linked arms with you, practically dragging you back home.

“You're the one who said he was a whore! Why would I want that!”

“Honey please just go, you never know what might happen.” Pieck smiled widely. She was enjoying this too much.

#aot #jean kirstein #jean x reader #attack on titan #fanfic #aot fanfiction

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moved-danganronpamess · 3 years

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Just give me Fuyuhiko, the baby needs some love.

GUESS WHO'S BACK

BACK AGAIN

Me beech, ayo wassup- :D

I!! Love!! Fuyuhiko!! I saw this in our inbox while I was on break and went "✨SNATCH✨" because I adore him to bits. He's like- my favorite character in the series and I- I simp for him so much- no words can describe how much I love him. I genuinely couldn't wait to write this because I constantly have Fuyuhiko brain rot, so get ready for me to ramble. I have like- a lot of ideas so this may be a bit unorganized or all over the place. This one's for my fellow Fuyuhiko simps!!

A bit of a warning for a curse word or two. This is Fuyu afterall-

Hope you enjoy this, my buttercup!

- 🌺💖Mod Rantaro💖🌺

Fluffy Fuyuhiko HCs!

AYO time for me to simp-

I feel like he's someone who needs time to get used to physical affection, but when he does get used to it, he genuinely craves and adores it.

Because I would imagine he's extremely touch-starved. I mean, his childhood consisted of him almost dying because of his parents' fighting, so I wouldn't think that they were very affectionate or loving towards him or Natsumi.

Like- like sometimes, when he wants cuddles, but you're busy or something, he just clings to you. Doesn't say a word, and if you point it out, he denies it.

"Fuyu, what are you doing?"

"Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about."

While you literally can't move because he's holding onto you.

If he was a cat he’d be one of those cats that deliberately sits on your keyboard and doesn’t move until you give him head scratches or something.

I also like to imagine that Fuyuhiko has freckles on his shoulders and arms, maybe a few on his hands.

Why? Freckles are cute damMIT-

And when you're cuddling, you're constantly tracing your fingers over his freckles, like you're trying to count them. Whether it be caressing his face or his shoulders, he just- melts on the spot. It's really sweet to him, even if he'll never admit it.

I also think he’s easy to gross out, but by like... Regularly gross things, I guess?

Like my guy sees a dead body and turns a blind eye but if you blow a spitball at him he’s freaking out over it.

“eW IS THAT A SPITBALL?! HOW FUCKING OLD ARE YOU-”

He has big mom friend energy and nobody can change my mind. I can see Nagito constantly getting paper cuts and Fuyuhiko always having bandages on him because of that.

Or fixing Kaz’s clothes because he always looks disheveled in some way, to the point of Kazuichi not even questioning it anymore after a while.

But he’ll act like he’s annoyed. You know, he’s gotta keep his tough persona. Even if he’s genuinely worried for his dumb friends.

Anyways stan mom friend Fuyu-

Back to the relationship stuff sorry for going off track um-

He always blushes whenever you kiss. Whether it be your first or millionth kiss, he's bright pink.

And at first his kisses were very gentle, mostly because he held himself back a lot. He was afraid he'll hurt you, but with time and reassurance, he became a lot more passionate.

Also sQUISH HIS CHEEKS, PLEASE.

They're so soft and hdbddh🥺💕

*mod rantaro simping noises*

He may try to bat your hands away and get embarrassed, but it's all worth it.

And he? Doesn't hate it?? He actually thinks it's lowkey cute???

But again, mr boss baby over here would never admit it.

I’m sorry but my cat keeps batting my goddamn face with his tail like sIR CAN YOU STOP

If you call him handsome he malfunctions.

Like ok he's used to being called cute and yet barely handles it- you tell him he's handsome and his brain goes "MARRIAGE RN💍🧎🏼‍♂️" because it's just?? So domestic and precious and he just goes soft??? Mans ready to give you a ring, gIVE HIM YOUR FINGIE-

Fuyuhiko honestly hates the fact that he’s actually SO cheesy.

He just wants a warm, loving relationship that will last forever. He wants to get married, grow old with you, maybe have kids if you’re up for it. But if you don’t want human babies, animal babies are fine too!

Speaking of animal babies, cats gravitate towards him for some reason. It’s like he’s a cat magnet. If you ever go to a cat cafe the kitties will just be all over him and completely ignore everyone else.

Me too random cats I put in here, me too

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t smother them or go out of his way to pet them. Who knows-

He really likes to sleep in with you, or just stay in bed all day.

You’re so warm... He just wants to be in your arms.

Please kiss the scar on his eye by the way. He may or may not tear up a little.

Even with you knowing what he’s done in the past, you still adore him, and always will. And he can’t thank you enough for that.

Also, lowkey won't admit he likes being the little spoon. The feeling of being protected and cared for by the one you love most, it's just,,, heaven to him,,

Totally not me just projecting because I wanna hold him um

He buys you a lot of stuff. I would imagine that before you started dating, he would always give you something on Valentine's Day and then brush it off as him "not wanting to hear you complain about not getting anything all day".

If you got him something in return he's extremely flustered, but says something along the lines of ",,, not like I wanted any of this stupid shit from you but ok" while on the inside he's just "GEHDGDJDBDN🥺💕💗💘💝💓💕🥺💗💘"

Don't let his tsundere self fool you, he is literally the definition of whipped.

*chav accent* AYO LUVS✋😩 Been a while, huh? I'm still not in tippy-top shape but I'm doing... Relatively ok! I'm glad to be back though, I missed you all a bunch!

Make sure to drink some water, take any meds you may need to, and maybe eat some fruit or candy! Lotsa love from me, my buttercup baby! <3

#mod rantaro petals #mod rantaro #story petals #danganronpa #super danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa goodbye despair #sdr2 #goodbye despair #fuyuhiko x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu imagines #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu headcanons #sdr2 fuyuhiko #goodbye despair x reader

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wolfgirlclit · 3 years

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Does domming you count as a kink? Because it sounds fun~ <3 MommyBard

Mmm that does, and that does give me a unique chance for something we don't see a lot of, which is dommes getting after care from their subs, so thank you, @mommybard

Purrrrrsonally, depending on the specific day, I can vary a bit from being into only really soft things to a couple harder things, like being bitten till I bleed sometimes sounds fun. However, I allllways love being a dumb bimbo whenever I sub... That always gets me super subby and super horny.

(this uh...got real long :#)

So for you, I'm thinking of some nice gentle snuggles afterward, after you've thoroughly railed me and broken my brain for a bit, both of us content and sticky from cum. Collecting the cum from your skin with lazy kisses once the scene is done, enjoying the buzz of feeling dumb but quickly recovering, for once grateful for my ADHD's feature of bouncing from mindsets quickly.

Once I've trailed kisses down to your hand, nuzzling your palm and making cute little noises, maybe a moo since Mommy is a cow after all and deserves all the cute cowgirl subs she wants, or maybe a meow since I tend to be a kitty sub. If neither, just your name leaving my lips in a whisper to get your attention as I press a kiss to your palm and look up into your eyes, thanking you for making me feel so good.

Getting me out of my head, quieting my constantly racing mind, being the right amount of gentle for me to feel safe, whilst whilst still being rough enough for us both to get off on you using me like the eager bimbo fleshlight I love being. Thanking you for letting my worship you, giving me a chance for making good use of my oral fixation.

Once I'd cleaned our cum off you, I'd sit next to you on the bed, hands on my knees like a good girl, wiggling in delight before an idea pops into my head, still recovering from having you ballsdeep in my brain. With much blushing on my part, after all I try to be really good about these things, excusing myself and prancing out of the room and returning with two water bottles, one cowprint the other covered in my spell sigils and my name in spell runes, as well as some snack bars, having brought a variety to make sure there's at least something you like. Cause it's super important to hydrate and stuff after a scene and stuff mmhm mmhm.

Once the crinkling of wrappers has died down and we've had water, asking if you wanted to watch a show, pulling out my super fluffy blankets, soft and fleecey and nice on the skin and curling up with you, quietly murmuring thank yous to you as we cuddle.

If we'd done something that you hadn't done before or that like... you were doing something just for me that made you feel a lil weird, I could wrap you close in blankets, emulating the wing cave I wish I could actually do, holding you close and murmuring how happy you made me and promises that I'm ok.

Wow um.... that kinda got rambly and away from me but uh... yea! That's my idea for aftercare for you dommeing me 🥰 Lots of reassurances that they made me happy and didn't do anything I didn't like, or communicating about what could be better or what I didn't like so that moving onward things go better~

#mommybard #the trans softccubus #demon #softccubus #reblogs welcome #ask game #after care ask game #>///<

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sicjimin · 3 years

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If you’re still taking requests could you maybe write another mpreg (sorty i love it alot too) i was thinking platonic Taejoon since their friendship is so cute and it could go who ever taehyung’s partner has to go out for the day so Namjoon looks after him bad taehyung ends up getting really bad morning sickness. I don’t mind if it’s panicked Namjoon or really soft or what ever way you take it, i love your writing and it’s always adorable x

A.N : I WANT TO SCREAM THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEAAAA i love this so much !!! thank you for the adorable request, i hope you like how this turns out from my brain shdhshdjh. anw what's going on with Taehyung and morning sickness? 😹😹 most of my mpreg request always Taehyung one 😹 ok .. enjoy !!

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting, mpreg

"Are you sure you want me to go? just say the words and I will cancel it for you", Wooshik says as he observes the man in front of him, the latter stills look pretty even though he's a little bit pale and exhausted after the vomiting session he goes through an hour ago. To be honest, Wooshik feel bad to leave his husband going through his morning sickness alone, but Taehyung has been threatening to be mad at him if he missed this important meeting just because the younger is sick.

So Wooshik has no choice but reluctantly goes, " Yes hyung", Taehyung swallow thickly before leaned back from his husband embraces. He moves one of his hands grazing over his stomach as he could feel it starts churning again, "You know what I said last night, right? I will be mad if you ditch this for me. I will be fine", he adds.

Wooshik observes him one more time before leaned to placed a soft kiss on his forehead, "Okay, but if it goes bad please call me. I will be back as soon as possible"

Taehyung hums and placed a soft kiss on his husband's cheeks, "Okay. See you later, you're gonna do a great job", he softly says before Wooshik bid goodbye and walk away.

The moment the door closed, Taehyung turned his heels as fast as his hands clamping the gag that urging to escaped from his body, ready to bring along more of his stomach content. He quickly runs to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door since he's the only one that's here. A wet gag echoes to the bowl as soon as he opened the lid, diving his head there as thick coppery saliva dripping from his lips. He purses his lips tightly, his body rocking with waves of nausea that hit him on and off. Damn, he's so nauseous. He opened his mouth slightly to breathe, air crippling into the clear water that only filled with saliva. He rests his head on the seat, not caring how gross it might be, and one hands making its way to rub his little bump.

It goes for like hours for Taehyung, swallowing and fighting nausea in his rolling stomach but can't throw up. He was about to flush and let go of the clear toilet but that's when his body decided to surprise him— without a warning, his stomach leaps to his throat, making loud grumble noises as his dinner making a reappearance. He squeezed his eyes shut as he could feel murky liquid slipping on his tongue, leaving a foul aftertaste. He managed to gasps a quick air before his body jolts again with another heave, sending more of his dinner. He goes and goes, vomit filling 2/3 of the toilet. Taehyung shakily flushed the toilet and lift his head when his stomach decided to give him a break. He wipes his runny nose and tosses it along with swirling water. He stays there for a minute, gaining the composure of his body before brings his legs to rinse his mouth and freshen up his face.

Taehyung walks down the empty hallway and settled himself to the couch, plopping himself there as exhaustion starts crashing his body. His hands still grazing on his bump, making a gentle pattern to make the little one there stop moving so much and making him nauseous. Taehyung perked up when he heard his notifications ding a few times and slowly swipe the lockscreen.

Namjoon-hyung : Taehyung-ah

Namjoon hyung : Are we still up for later?

Namjoon-hyung : Taehyung-ah, are you there?

Namjoon-hyung : I will go there in 30 minutes after dropping Seokjin, okay? Open up your door~

Shit. Taehyung frantically presses the call button on Namjoon's profile, biting his lips as he listens to the ringtone there before the older pickup. "Taehyung-ah?", Namjoon's deep voices seeping into his ears. He could hear the buzzing of vehicles behind him, he must have already on his way. Taehyung bites his lips as he curses himself internally, how could he forget his promise to go out with Namjoon?, " Hyung", he hesitantly call out the older.

"Yes? Are you okay Taehyung-ah? I was about to go to yours"

"Um, about that ...", Taehyung trailed off, " Can we raincheck?"

"Why? I mean, it's okay", Taehyung unconsciously release the breath he was holding the whole time after hearing Namjoon's response. There's not an ounce of annoyed tone in his hyung voice and suddenly, he's relaxed. He brushes his hair in exhaustion before answers, " I'm sick hyung .."

"What?!", Taehyung winced when he heard Namjoon's voice go up one pitch, " Why don't you tell me sooner? Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital? Are you alone? Where's Wooshik?"

"Hyung" , He bites off his cheeks, holding himself to laugh at the older panicked rambles, "I'm not sick SICK .. i'm fine. Just ..", he sighs as he darted his gaze to his stomach, " My morning sickness is bad today. I keep puking the moment i wake up. I don't think i could make it out of my apartment without puking my guts out either"

Its silent for a moment, until he hears Namjoon says softly, "Is Wooshik there with you, Taehyung-ah?"

"No..", Taehyung fiddle with his sweater, " He's out for an important meeting today. Maybe he will be back late". He hears Namjoon hums on the other side along with a loud horn and busy noise on the road, "Hyung, i'm really sorry for canceling so suddenly", he mumbled, still feel guilty for the canceled brunch between them. He knows Namjoon has been dreading this meet-up for so long.

"Taehyung-ah, it's okay. We still have a lot of time to do that"

Taehyung sighs, "I know.. but—"

"No but Taehyung-ah", he hears the sound of blinkers, indicating Namjoon was taking a turn, " Positive thoughts only, okay? The little one must not feel happy if his dad is sad". That remark makes Taehyung smiles softly, "Thank you hyung"

"I need to go now, It's okay if i end the call?", Namjoon asks, gaining a nod from Taehyung that quickly mustered an " Okay, drive safely hyung". Taehyung tosses his phone aside and stared mindlessly at the TV that plays some dramas he doesn't know. He took a glance at the clock, 11 AM. He huffs and brings his sluggish body to the kitchen. As much as he doesn't want to eat since his stomach still feels queasy, the little one in his stomach must have enough nutrition.

He settled for toast with bacon and eggs —Hobi's recipe that he's growing fond of— mint tea, and bananas. 10 minutes and he finished all of his breakfast. He's grateful that he managed to get in the food without gagging or have the urge to puke. Maybe, his morning sickness already ends for the day.

—

Taehyung was quite engrossed in the drama he found earlier when he heard the bell ringing. He furrowed his eyebrows, does Wooshik finish early?

He groans as the ringing intensify. He straightens his body to stand up. He sucked a deep breath when he could feel his stomach sloshing and moving along his body. Nausea starts crippling up. He gulped the sick down, before screaming when whoever outside press the bell again, "oh gosh— COMING !!"

"Hyung?", Taehyung agape when he sees Namjoon's wide smile as he opens the door, " W-what are you doing here?", he stammered.

"Hanging out like our initial plan?"

"Uh .. oh", Taehyung stuttered, still couldn't grasp the situation. it's not like he didn't like Namjoon's visit. He's happy— being alone when his body feels like shit is not a quite pleasant feeling. Namjoon tilts his head, " Can I come in? or do you want me to go home?"

Taehyung shakes his head frantically—that's proven as a stupid idea since it's making him dizzy, bringing back the splash of liquid up. He presses his fist to his mouth before stepped back to let Namjoon in, "Come in hyung"

Namjoon was about to open his mouth to start the conversation, but Taehyung beat him to it.

"Hyung", Namjoon turns his head to the younger that still in the doorway as he closed the door. Namjoon eyed how Taehyung's hands was fixed on 2 places, his stomach and his lips. Oh, he's nauseous .

" You can crash the couch first, make yourself at home. I will join you in a few, I just need to—", Taehyung hasn't finished his sentence when his words morph into a wet gag. He shots a panicked look at Namjoon before running to the bathroom.

Namjoon just smiles fondly, his mind going back to Seokjin's morning sickness a year ago that was also bad. He stepped into the bathroom, immediately greeted by his little brother's hunched figure as the younger breakfast making its reappearance. Namjoon kneels beside him, moving his hand to Taehyung's nape and give it a massage to lessen the tense muscles, "That's it, Taehyung-ah"

Taehyung groans when his stomach keeps clenching, urging it to expel everything. He almost cries when he sees his breakfast earlier already turn into brown murky liquid and swirling in the water below, "Hyung.. 'm tired", Taehyung croaked out in between heaves, gaining a soft, " I know .. you're doing a great job. Don't hold yourself back, you will feel better soon" from the older. It took Taehyung 3 more rounds of sick before he only burping clear liquid and pale yellow bile that leave a bitter taste on his tongue.

"You're empty, Taehyung-ah, let's rinse your mouth, okay?"

Taehyung could only nod. He has no energy left since it's already his third time vomiting and all the source of energy he had—already go in the drain. He let his body guided by his hyung to the sink and then plop to the couch. Taehyung closed his eyes, he's so exhausted

"Hyung", Taehyung clears his hoarse throat, "What are you doing?", he asks as his ears catch clattering of kitchen utensils he didn't know and didn't bother to find out since he's too exhausted to move.

No answer. Taehyung opened his eyes slowly and peeked from under his arms, his eyes meets with Namjoon's figure before the other side of his couch dipped.

"Here, drink this mint and ginger tea. Seokjin told me to bring you this, he said it help with nausea, and i used to make this for him too", Namjoon says as he placed a cup of warm tea in front of him. Taehyung moves his body slightly and takes a sip, its nice. He could feel the warmth of tea spreading through his queasy belly and the mint flavor dissolving the foul taste in his mouth.

"It's nice hyung", Taehyung mumbled in between his drinking. Namjoon rubs the younger back softly before opening the plastic bags he carried, " What is that hyung? It looks.. a lot?", Taehyung asks.

Namjoon began to placed things in the bag on the table, "I brought you one pack of that tea, and here's candy .. i don't what flavor is that but Seokjin says it helps a lot for your morning sickness. He told me to bring that for you, so i did"

Taehyung watches the older in amusement and fondness, he wants to cry at how his hyung never change a bit, still care a lot about him.

"and i also brought you this", Namjoon says as he takes something from the bag. Taehyung's eyes widened, " That's the strawberry cheesecake !!", he beams in excitement, "Oh god I've been craving for that in so long !!"

Namjoon giggles at the sight, "I know. Do you want to eat that now?"

Taehyung gulps at the sight of eating, "Mhm.. i think later? I still feel so nauseous, it might come back up in no time if i tried to eat it now", he mumbled in a pout. Damn this little one and his weak stomach.

"No need to pout Taehyung-ah", Namjoon says in between his giggles, " I will save it on the fridge then?"

Taehyung nods hesitantly, pout still prominent on his lips. He just wants to eat the cake !! . His eyes trailed on Namjoon's figure as the older walk away with the cake. He didn't realize he was dazing off until he could feel a soft finger-slap on his forehead, "Aw, Hyung!!"

"Stop pouting! I can bring that cake back for you to eat?", Namjoon teases as he plops himself on the couch. A wet gag immediately escaped from Taehyung, making him clamped his mouth again before he punches the older gently, gaining a laugh from Namjoon, "No. Don't mention food in front of me now"

"Aigooo poor baby, this little one really knock you off hum?", Namjoon continues, still giggling at the sulking person beside him, " Stop sulking Taehyung-ah"

" 'm not"

"you are", Namjoon moves his body so he can face the younger better, " but for real Taehyung-ah, I know this time is tiring for you but it will be worth it. So enjoy it, okay? If it's too much, you can call me and Seokjin. Especially Seokjin since he was the one who goes through the same. We gonna help you. Don't hesitate to call us, okay?", he adds softly.

Namjoon yelps in surprise when a body lurched to him and engulfed the older in tight hugs, "Hyung .. thank you for coming", Taehyung mumbles as he nuzzled his head into his Hyung shoulder. Namjoon smiles fondly, running his hand to Taehyung's long-permed hair, " I'm your hyung. There's no need to thank me. Let's watch movies until Wooshik come home, and stop that tears", he says as he moves his hand to wipes tears on Taehyung's cheeks, "I don't want to pick a fight with Wooshik if he sees you in tears"

Taehyung giggles as he leaned back, searching for a more comfortable position in Namjoon's embrace, "You're silly hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #caretaker!namjoon #sick!taehyung #and again another mpreg fic

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winryofresembool · 3 years

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 35

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: Final Waystation chapter, yay!

Or: In which Leo and Calypso both make some progress.

A/N: OK, first of all, within these 3 weeks we have hit 3 pretty big milestones! 1) It was this fic's first anniversary this friday so hooray for that! Can't believe this story has been in my life so long already. 2) We've reached 7000 hits on ao3! It's crazy to think so many of you are reading this even though not all that many seem to like Caleo! And 3) We have also reached 90k words with this chapter! No, when I started planning this fic I definitely did not plan to make it over 100k words but that really seems to be the direction it's going to :'D I /do/ however hope that once we finally get the flatmates back to their flat, we are (slowly) starting our journey towards the 'final arc'. But how many words will that take? Only Apollo knows, I guess.

Alright, enough rambling! Now, enjoy and please, please, please, let me know what you think of this chapter (and the previous one if you haven't) because I /really/ do want to know what you think. Was it about time? Are these two being too sappy? And all that stuff!

Words: 4287

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / AO3

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After the whole ‘kitchen episode’ Leo and Calypso went back to spend some time with Leo’s family who were playing Monopoly in Waystation’s small library. Calypso had expected to be questioned about what had happened in the kitchen. To her surprise, though, Emmie just briefly asked if the flatmates had managed to resolve their issues, to which they answered a quick ‘yes’, and that was the end of that conversation. Even though Calypso was grateful that she or Jo hadn’t asked more, at the same time, one part of her did want to tell them.

Once a new round of Monopoly was finished (with Leo winning, even though the others kept whispering to him that he should let Georgina win), it was already pretty late and Leo and Calypso withdrew into their respective rooms. When it got quiet in the hallway, though, there was a knock on Calypso’s door.

“Who is it?” Calypso asked from her bed where she had been resting, thinking about the events of that day.

The voice from the other side of the door said: “Just me, Leo. Can I come in?”

“Sure, as long as you don’t do anything funny while in here,” Calypso replied, half joking, half serious.

“What, nothing funny? But Leo Valdez and fun go hand in hand,” he claimed through the door.

Calypso rolled her eyes at him even though he couldn’t see. “Ugh, you know what I mean. Listen, I know we are… um…” she stopped to taste the word in her mouth, “... dating now, but I have decided that I want to take it slowly. Too many bad experiences in the past. I hope you get that.”

“Alright, I understand,” Leo said to her relief. “Don’t worry, I won’t be trying anything ‘funny’ as you called it. I’m a man of my word!”

“In that case, you can come in here,” Calypso told him, sitting up on her bed.

Leo entered the room, still wearing the day clothes (surprisingly, jeans and a white shirt this time, and not his favorite overalls. While Calypso loved the overalls, she did have to admit that he looked pretty nice in the current outfit) even though it was already pretty late. Calypso herself had changed into her pajamas, a pink flannel shirt and pants that matched it. She followed Leo to a small couch opposite to her bed, sitting down next to him. At first she kept some space between them but after some hesitation and some encouraging looks from Leo, she finally snuggled up by his side, leaning her head on his shoulder. Her hand was laying on her pajama pants and he lowered his on it, tracing the outline with his thumb. Calypso was happy to notice he felt nicely warm on the cool winter night.

“I am glad we can do this now,” she said quietly, watching their hands.

“Me too. Although, we could probably have done it a whole lot earlier if we weren’t so damn stubborn,” Leo reminded her.

“Ouch. Yeah, that is probably true,” Calypso admitted, closing her eyes.

“So… it’s been a day,” Leo said when a silence fell between them. “It has…” Calypso agreed. “Weird how this morning seems to have happened like a year ago.” “Yeah…” Calypso shifted slightly on her spot by Leo’s side. “Can I ask you a question, though? How are you feeling now? You know… after… everything...”

“I… it’s hard to say,” Leo answered. “I’m not gonna claim that us kissing fixed all of my problems. Nah, it doesn’t work like that. Don’t get me wrong, it was awesome but - woah, am I really saying this? - I think the opening up part was more important. It clarified some things in my head. You know, like what I want to do and what I should do. And the fact that you have experienced something similar… This is probably gonna sound awful, but I was kinda relieved to hear that. Don’t get me wrong; I wish that you wouldn’t have had to go through any of that, but since you have… it means we understand each other. I can trust that you won’t judge me, which I honestly can’t say about all the people.”

“Yeah.” Calypso nodded slightly, not removing her head from his shoulder. “I know what you mean. I feel the same way.”

“And…” Leo continued, and Calypso imagined a grin spreading on his face, “Now I have some good memories to associate Christmas with. That definitely doesn’t hurt, right?”

“I’m glad I managed to give you something else to think about, then.” Calypso smiled.

“You certainly did. For real, I’ve had to pinch myself a couple of times this evening,” Leo confessed.

“Why?” Calypso frowned.

“Because it’s hard to believe it’s true. I mean this. Us.”

“And why is that?” Calypso wanted to know.

“Because you’re great in practically every possible way while I’m… me?”

Calypso raised her head from Leo’s shoulder and gave Leo her best ‘are you kidding me’ look. “Listen to me now. Aside from your guilt complex, you really should work on your self esteem some more. You’re a good person, Leo, even though you don’t always seem to think so. Of course you have your flaws just like I do, but I don’t love some superhuman version of you. Me from a few months ago is probably shaking her head so hard right now, but here’s what I think: you’re smart. And funny when you’re not trying to. And persistent. Hard-working. You make fixing things seem effortless. And you’re ready to put your loved ones’ happiness before yours. In fact, I think sometimes you care so much that it hurts you. But it only makes me care about you even more."

Leo was quiet for a while, probably still trying to swallow Calypso’s words.

“Woah, um… Thanks, Sunshine. I guess two people can really see the same thing very differently.”

“Yes, we can,” Calypso agreed. “I bet your view of me is also very different from how I see myself.”

“You’re probably right there.”

Calypso decided to change the topic when it got quiet. “Do you think that your family has any idea? About what happened between us?”

“I think we did our acting pretty well.” Leo grinned against her hair. “It’s pretty suspicious, though, that they didn’t ask us anything.”

“Well, better that way than trying to answer some awkward questions,” Calypso noted. “Um… I hope you know that I would really like to tell them about us, but… it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“I know. You just want to protect me, right? I would also want to protect you if I was in your situation.”

“Mmmmh.”

A comfortable silence fell between the couple. Calypso was happy to notice that Leo was so relaxed in her company that he didn’t even swing his legs back and forth like he often did. Eventually he spoke:

“Hey… you asked me how I am doing but what about you? I know I haven’t made this day easy for you…”

“I appreciate you asking. To be honest? I’m doing pretty well now. This night has been… unexpected, to say the least. I didn’t think I would be brave enough to get over my worries, but here we finally are. It’s a bit scary…” Calypso noticed Leo’s hand twitching slightly on hers, so she was quick to add: “... but like you said, also relieving. Don’t worry, I will be sticking to my word. There are no take backs now,” Calypso reassured him.

“Good.” Leo nodded.

“Hey... “ Calypso said when she spotted something on the nearby desk. “I, uh, know that we both have been really testing our boundaries today, but there’s something I would still like to try. That is, if that’s OK with you.”

“Alright. What is it?” Leo asked curiously.

“My mum always used to light up some candles by the windowsill on Christmas night when I was a kid. She said she did that in memory of those who weren’t there to celebrate with us anymore. That’s a tradition that’s stuck with me until now. Emmie put some candles over there…” Calypso nodded towards a desk by the window, “... earlier today, but I didn’t know how you would feel about me using them, so I didn’t. But… What do you say? You could take it as a part of your training.”

Leo didn’t seem to love the idea at first but finally he gave in.

“Alright. But just one. And it needs to be far from all the other objects.”

“Yes. Don’t worry, we both will keep a watchful eye on it.”

Calypso felt Leo’s eyes on her the whole time as she rose from the sofa and lit up the candle. He was seemingly relieved when she sat back down next to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “You know all about the fire’s dangerous sides…” Calypso started with a calming tone, “... but it can be very useful too when used right. It can ruin, but it can also help to build new things. A lot of your precious machines wouldn’t exist without fire, right? Have you ever stopped to consider that?”

Leo frowned at her, taking her words in. “Are you trying to say that fire has many different sides to it, just like us people? But if we only choose to see the negative, we will never understand the positive sides?”

“Yes, basically. We are both very judgemental towards ourselves, but today was a good example that not everyone sees us the same way.”

“Yeah… You’re not wrong there… I’ll try to remember that.”

“Me too.”

Calypso noticed Leo glanced at the candle briefly before his eyes returned to her. He was still a little stiff but a lot less so than when Calypso had lit up the candle.

“I was thinking…” he said suddenly. “Since we are official now and all that… Should we, you know, do something together… you know, outside our flat… sometime? When this vacation is over?”

“You mean like a date?” Calypso asked, surprised by the chance of the topic. But then again, she figured it might have been his way to try to distract himself. “Hmmm, let me think…” Leo already looked a bit worried for a moment before she finally started smiling at him. “Alright. I suppose we can do that.”

“And will we resume our movie nights? And cooking sessions?” His eyes lit up almost like the candle on the desk.

“Of course, you weirdo. I don’t think I have any reason to avoid you anymore, now that you know…”

“Know what?” Leo grinned. “That you think Leo Valdez is pretty damn hot?”

Calypso knew that Leo was most likely expecting her to lash at him, so she decided to use a different kind of tactic. She gave him a flirtiest smile she could muster, and replied:

“Sure. Let me tell you a little secret: when you are wearing those overalls you always do, my heart feels like it’s doing somersaults in my chest…”

Leo blinked at her a couple of times as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“Wait, what? What did you just say?”

Calypso snorted. “Just playing your own game, you know.”

“Oh, alright. I see now.” Leo’s ears went red, which amused Calypso a lot.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” she chirped at him, poking his cheek playfully.

“Har har.”

Calypso pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“I hope you know I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t 100% comfortable around you. I had already decided that I would not… I would not allow myself to go through what I already did several times before, but you just had to make me break my promise to myself.”

“And you know what?” Leo turned his head so they were eye to eye. “I’m not sorry at all that I made you do that.”

“Of course you aren’t,” Calypso rolled her eyes at him. They kept gazing at each other for a moment before Calypso’s urge to kiss her fool of a boyfriend got too strong. It was a light and gentle kiss, one that she hoped told him that she was happy to be where she was and also proud of him for being able to handle the flame of the candle.

“Whoa, what was that for?” Leo asked once Calypso had pulled away.

“Just to shut you up for a moment,” Calypso lied.

“Nah. You wouldn’t want me to do that,” Leo grinned at her knowingly.

“Alright. Maybe I wouldn’t. So keep talking,” Calypso encouraged him.

“Okay,” Leo obliged. “About what?”

“Anything, really. Something silly and light, Leo Valdez style.”

Leo seemed to think about Calypso’s request for a moment.

“Hey, have you heard about the time when Jason had a party at his father’s house without him knowing and Piper…”

Leo continued telling her silly stories about his friends (even though a few involved also Percy, that didn’t ruin Calypso’s mood). From that they moved onto other things, such as what an ideal date would be for each of them (their opinions differed less than expected, to Calypso’s surprise), the favorite place they had ever visited (Calypso remembered Malta and the nearby islands quite fondly), and how fast Georgina would build her 1000-piece puzzle. The time flew by as they talked and Calypso was surprised to notice at some point that it was almost 3 AM and the candle had gone out a long time ago without either of them noticing. Leo snuck back into his room as quietly as possible, but not without giving Calypso one last good night kiss in the dark hallway before they separated.

…

The Christmas break was coming to an end and it was Leo and Calypso’s last full day at Waystation. Calypso felt a little bitter sweet about it; on one hand the vacation had been a bit of a rollercoaster emotionally, but on the other hand everything had ended better than she had dared to expect. She knew that she and Leo still had plenty of work to do when it came to their communication skills and of course she was also worried something would go wrong – specifically, regarding her father – but it still felt so freeing to be able to tell what she really thought and to be able to love and be loved.

She would of course miss the people of Waystation. Georgina was adorable and seemed to have basically adopted Calypso as her big sister at this point. She enjoyed teaching things to the girl; baking, gardening, sewing, even a little bit of singing… She was also pretty quick-witted for someone of her age and Calypso was quite certain that she did know that something was going on between her and Leo no matter how hard they were trying to deny it. Leo’s mothers were also great people and they had already told Calypso that she was welcome to Waystation any time she wanted. They also mentioned that they didn’t mind if she kicked Leo’s butt a bit sometimes when he deserved it. She had thanked them and told them that she’d keep their advice in mind.

The final day didn’t go entirely without surprises. Emmie had quickly mentioned that they would be getting more dinner guests that day, but Calypso hadn’t been prepared for the entire Hunters of Artemis crew to show up. They were old acquaintances of Jo and Emmie, the group’s former coaches, and the older women still asked them to drop by whenever they were nearby. To Calypso’s surprise, when she heard about the visit, her instinct to flee was not quite as strong anymore as it had been when she had last seen Thalia and Reyna.

“Are you OK with this?” Leo asked after Emmie had gone back to greet the visitors. “I remember that you weren’t eager to talk to them at the Halloween party and now I understand why… If you wanna, like, go out and check the foster animals or something like that, we can do that.”

“I think… I think it’s time for me to face my past,” Calypso replied. “I can’t do that if I hide every time I see someone who used to know Zoë…”

“That’s a fair point,” Leo agreed. “But still, don’t push yourself too hard.”

Soon the couple was in the hallway where everyone had gathered.

“Oh, there you two are!” Jo exclaimed when she saw them. “I was already starting to wonder if you had gone back to your flat earlier than planned.”

“Oh, nah,” Leo denied, waving his hand nonchalantly. “We just had some things we needed to discuss.”

Jo looked at him suspiciously, probably wondering what exactly they had discussed. “Hmm. Well, it’s good that you seem to be on speaking terms again. Anyway, Calypso, I believe you haven’t met these people before, so say hello to the Hunters of Artemis. Thalia Grace…” She pointed at a young woman with dark, spiky hair, whom Calypso remembered from the Halloween party. “Reyna Ramírez-Arellano…” Another dark haired girl, with a long braid, however, nodded at Calypso. “And here’s…” Jo continued her introductions but the names simply went through her brain and didn’t stay there. Maybe it was the Leo influence, she wondered; she didn’t remember having issues with focusing earlier.

“Hi, all.” She tried to sound confident but she didn’t think she succeeded very well. Surely Reyna and Thalia remembered how she had spent a whole night trying to avoid talking to them, getting drunk and throwing up in Piper’s bathroom in the end. “Hello,” Reyna spoke first. “I believe I’ve seen you once before. At Jason’s place last month, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Calypso had to admit reluctantly. Well, at least she wasn’t drunk in a mythology themed costume right now, she thought, so she had a chance to give them a bit better picture of herself than earlier.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you properly now,” Reyna said and shook her hand.

“Likewise,” Calypso told her, although she still felt like she was not living up to the meaning of her name, ‘she who conceals’.

“And you probably saw Thalia at that party too. Jason’s sister. My… friend.” Reyna glanced at the other girl quickly when she said the word ‘friend’.

Calypso noticed the slight hesitation and remembered Leo and some others as well mention that the two girls most likely had something going on even though they had to hide it because of their status on their archery team. She knew better than to bring that up, though.

“Hello, Thalia. Yes, I remember seeing you there,” she replied, mainly to be polite.

Before anyone had time to say anything else, Jo told the group that the guests were free to explore the house or do anything they wanted while she and Emmie were finishing the dinner and setting the tables. Many of the Hunters headed back out to the yard to see the animals or do a little bit of exercising before the meal, but Reyna and Thalia had apparently spent their afternoon practicing so they needed a little down time. Leo asked Calypso if she would have preferred to go to help Emmie and Jo but she remained stubborn. If she couldn’t do this now, she didn’t know she would be able to do it, so she guided Leo to the living room where Reyna and Thalia had gone.

When Thalia heard they had entered the room, she turned towards them.

“We didn’t really get a chance to talk the last time I saw you,” she noted bluntly.

“Sorry about that; I was having a bit of a rough day back then, to be honest,” Calypso replied vaguely.

“To me it looked like you were having the most fun out of all of us,” Thalia said, but Reyna elbowed her in the ribs. “Hey!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Calypso sighed. “I wasn’t acting like myself that evening.”

“We all have those days…” Reyna reassured her.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Calypso shrugged.

“Someone mentioned that your last name is Astal,” Thalia noted when it got quiet again. “Is that true?”

“Yes, unfortunately it is,” Calypso replied, getting a bit anxious because she knew where this conversation was heading to. “Why do you ask?”

Her hand quickly reached for Leo’s, who was still standing next to her, and even though she couldn’t hold it in front of the others, feeling his fingers right next to hers felt reassuring.

“Because it’s probably not a very common last name, right?” Thalia inquired, “and we used to have someone on our team whose last name was Astal before she took her mother’s last name. Zoë Nightshade, does that ring any bells?”

“Yes. She was my older sister,” Calypso confirmed, feeling herself stiffen a bit.

“Oh… I’m so sorry… I mean, I heard what happened to her… Just horrible.” Thalia shook her head.

Calypso was struggling to find the right words, but Leo quickly tapped on her back with his fingers when the others didn't notice and that helped her to root herself. “I don’t think there are any words to describe it,” she mumbled. “Um, did you know my sister well?”

“Not as well as some others on our team, to be honest. I had only been on the team for a few months before we heard the news about the accident…” Thalia said. “But she seemed like such a great person. One of our most talented archers for sure, and really determined. She was always the first on the field and the last to leave.”

“That… that does sound like her,” Calypso smiled a bit sadly. “Did she… did she ever talk about her home life to you?”

“Not much.” Thalia shrugged. “A bit.”

“Oh… What did she say?” Calypso wanted to know.

“I did get the impression that she really hated her father. And her mother lived somewhere far, apparently? But she did mention her sisters every once in a while. Did she have any other younger siblings besides you?” Thalia asked.

“No, she didn’t. She was the second youngest and I am the youngest of the group. Big family… But is there a reason why you ask that?”

“You see, she did sometimes talk about her baby sister. I remember that she always wished she could do more for her because she thought her sister deserved better than what she… Wait, what’s wrong?” she stopped when she noticed Calypso’s reaction.

Even though Calypso had tried her best to stay calm, once she heard what Zoë had said about her, she couldn’t stop the tears anymore. Leo quickly stepped in front of her while she tried to recover and glared at Thalia angrily.

“Calypso was there when the accident happened,” he blurted. “Do you think she really wants to talk about her the whole time?”

“I thought she would be happy to hear that her sister respected her a lot,” Thalia attempted to defend herself.

“But…” Leo wanted to continue the debate but Calypso stopped him.

“No, Leo, it’s OK.” She put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not OK!” Leo exclaimed.

She took a deep breath and withdrew herself from Leo’s arms. “It is. I mean… It's not easy for me to talk about her, but it’s like I said earlier. I need to learn to live with this. Does it hurt? Yeah. But I’m also thankful for hearing her say that about me. She wished I could experience a better life than she did prior to her joining the Hunters. I hope that if she’s watching me right now… from wherever she is… she’s happy for me. Well… I’m not out of the woods yet, as you can surely see right now," she chuckled ironically, referring to her teary face, "but… you know. I’m getting there. I’m feeling better than I have in a long while. And that’s what counts.”

“I don’t know what your source of happiness is, but whatever it is, I’m sure she would be happy for you.” Thalia nodded approvingly.

“Some things are better kept secrets,” Calypso replied mysteriously, turning to Reyna. “Did you know my sister?”

“No, unfortunately not,” Reyna replied. “I joined this group only a couple of years ago. Thalia’s been on it way longer. But I’ve heard a lot of stories about her from some of our older teammates, and it sounded like she was someone everyone looked up to. Even our coach complimented her sometimes and she never compliments anyone unless for a very good reason.”

“It sounds like she was really enjoying her life and had great people around her before… you know. It’s… great. I saw how hard she fought to get out of our father’s grip and do what she really wanted. She was happy with you guys.” The evil side of Calypso’s brain wanted to add that ‘she was happy until I messed it up for her’. She considered the fact that she managed to call herself out before she said that sentence aloud as some kind of progress.

“Yeah. I really think she was,” Thalia reassured her.

Calypso gave her a small, sad smile. “Good.”

After that the group started talking about other things. Thalia told Calypso some stories about Jason. Reyna explained why she had decided to join the Hunters even though she had already been doing well on another team before that. Leo also contributed to the stories sometimes and at some point, Calypso noticed that she was feeling quite at ease with this group. Even though Zoë was still briefly mentioned on a few occasions, it didn’t bother her as much anymore. Some kind of lock had opened inside her and she didn’t plan to close it anymore.

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au

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ptergwen · 3 years

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hi i love reading your fics! could you maybe do something where reader is a little tipsy and tom takes care of her like gets her ready for bed and stuff, but during it she starts whining about how much she has missed him while he’s been away and its all fluff? ty :)

make this worth it ➳❥

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of drinking, like two swears, and a breakdown

a/n: hii thank you angel <3 i really loved this concept so i turned it into a lil fic! i hope that’s alright :,)

“i want ice cream. can you make me ice cream?” you drunkenly request as tom helps you through the front door. he chuckles at the out of no where question and tightens his arm around you. “in the morning, love. ‘m not sure you can handle it now.” that makes you grin, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. “ooh, ice cream for breakfast.”

you’re just getting back from the homecoming party, if you will, that you and some friends put together for tom. he wrapped a movie in the states earlier this week.

the party wasn’t anything too big, dinner at a nice restaurant with a very generous happy hour. you’d taken advantage of that. tom thought he was the drinker of you two, but damn. you were throwing the things back and getting more giggly with each one. it was fun to see unfold, and you weren’t causing madness in the place, only enjoying the buzz you got.

when it was time to go, harry carried your bag and shoes out to the uber while tom carried you. he was the only one brave enough to volunteer. you spread out across the seats, layed all over tom. he listened to your drunk ramblings and rubbed your back, thinking to himself that it was nice to be home.

“tommy, did you have a good time tonight?” you wonder aloud, looping your arms around his torso as you walk. you’re not sure where you’re going, though. “i always have a good time with you. thanks for doing this.” tom smiles down at you and makes his way to the bathroom with you attached to him. you mumble a you’re welcome into his arm.

he flicks on the bathroom lights, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and guiding you in. you squeeze your eyes shut from the sudden lack of darkness. “nooo, too bright,” you complain, taking his hands and putting them over your eyes. tom brings them down to your cheeks with a breathy laugh. “sorry, love. i’ll fix it.” he gives you another kiss, this one an apology and on your forehead. you perk up just like that.

tom turns off all the lights except the one for the shower, this way it’s dark enough, but he can still see you. “ok, let’s try again,” he speaks softly. you open up your eyes, letting them land on him. “better.” pecking your cheek as he moves past you, tom reaches into the cabinet for your toothbrush. “i don’t wanna brush my teeth.” your voice comes out in a whine.

part of you is aware of how childish that sounds. the other part of you is hardly able to stand straight.

“i know, but you have to. you’ll get, um, cavities and such,” tom reasons with you and grabs your toothpaste next. you cross your arms in defiance. “i’m not a baby.” “you’re acting like one,” he jokes and squirts the toothpaste onto the bristles. before you get upset, he finishes off with, “my baby. now, c’mere.”

you dodge your toothbrush when he holds it out. “no,” you hum, tom sucking in a breath. he’ll give you the benefit of the doubt because he’s made you deal with far worse when he’s been drunk. “fine, then. i’ll do it for you.” you open your mouth to protest, so tom sticks your toothbrush in instead.

he uses his now free hands to lift you up and sit you on the counter. he’s got on a smug smile while you frown, seeing as you’ve lost. “open.” tom is back to a quiet tone now. you do as he says and let him take the end of the toothbrush, starting to move it around your teeth. he wraps his other arm around your waist to ensure you don’t fall.

there’s no one else on earth besides your dentist who would do this for you, who actually cares enough to shove a toothbrush down your throat. it sounds terrible, but it comes from a place of love. love, as tom carefully brushes each set of your teeth because you’re too stubborn to. love, as he stands between your legs and gazes down at you. love, as he gives up his night to make sure you’re okay.

the thought and alcohol running through you makes you emotional, tears pooling in your eyes. tom stops his movements with concern coating his features. “oh no, darling. did i put on too much?” he swipes his thumb over your lower lip, covered in toothpaste. “is it too... spicy?” you giggle, tears and mascara running down to your cheeks as you shake your head.

“no, no. it’s fine.” tom takes the toothbrush out of your mouth so you can talk properly. “then why’re you crying, hm?” he asks, barely above a whisper, getting onto his knees and looking up at you. “i just,” you shrug, a hiccup passing your lips. tom gets a disposable cup off the counter. “here, spit,” he tells you and holds it up to you.

you cry harder while you do, at his thoughtful gesture, at all his thoughtful gestures tonight.

“hey, come on. talk to me, y/n/n,” tom coos, putting down the toothbrush and cup, able to set both hands on your sides. “i- i missed you so much, and i don’t know how i even, like, survived without you,” you whimper out and sniffle through your congested nose. his eyebrows knit together. “darling-“

“and- and i feel bad because we were supposed to celebrate you tonight, but i drank too much and ruined it, and you- i- you deserve a better welcome back, tom. i-“ the only thing that cuts you off is a sob wracking through your chest. tom isn’t sure whether to laugh at how fucking sweet you are or cry along with you.

“y/n, i love you so much,” he settles on saying, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter by your waist. “i love you, i love you the most. you didn’t ruin anything.” he’s so genuine about it, big brown eyes meeting your glossy ones. a small smile graces his face. “but i-“ “you didn’t ruin anything,” tom cuts you off. you have to fight back more tears.

“i told you earlier, i don’t need streamers or balloons or, jesus, i don’t know, a parade to remind me i’m home.” his words make you both laugh a little, you licking off your salty yet minty lips. tom squeezes your waist and grins. “you’re home, you’re my parade, you’re what makes the eight hour flight worth it.”

“i love you, tom. you can’t fucking imagine how happy i am to have you back,” you exhale, watching tom get to his feet and trying to wipe off your smudged mascara. “you never lost me,” tom murmurs as his lips meet your forehead, then your temple. he walks off to another part of the bathroom, but you take his arm before he gets too far.

“where are you going?” you eye him with remnants of your tears down your face, that you’re not aware are still there. tom can’t help but chuckle at the sight before answering. “to get your makeup wipes.”

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland au #tom holland smut #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years

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Loki Odinson’s Guide on How to Woo a Noble

Chapter 2: The Feeling of Friendship

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Now that Loki made a good first impression, you became fast friends. Determined to get a day out of the palace, you and Loki sneak into the nearby village for some fun. Warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff (did I mention fluff?) A/N: Just more young Loki and his crush. There’s references to the first chapter in this, but I realized you could probably read it as a oneshot if you really wanted. Anyway, one more chapter to go in my first attempt at a miniseries. As always, my lovely readers, I hope you enjoy :) Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

About a month after that night in the gardens, Loki once again found himself brooding in a tree. This time, however, it had nothing to do with you. Odin had left earlier that morning for a diplomatic mission to Alfheim, taking only one of his sons with him. Needless to say, it wasn’t Loki. The young god couldn’t fathom his father’s decision to bring Thor and not him when his brother was so reckless and brutish. Deep down, Loki knew it was because the Allfather was grooming his eldest to take the throne, but it wasn’t fair. Loki was still in the running to become king, but he’d never win if he wasn’t given the same opportunities as that oaf.

Loki sighed. He was aware of the fact that it wasn’t Thor’s fault he’d been left behind, but he still felt angry at his brother. After all, it was doubtful he spoke up on Loki’s behalf. With nothing else to do, Loki began to practice the latest spell his mother had taught him. Focusing on the energy in the air, he pictured what he wanted to happen. One deep breath later, he’d successfully produced a ball of light in his hand, a trick that would be useful the next time he was sneaking around in the servant passages. The next part was considerably harder to accomplish as it required much more control, but Loki was determined to feel like he was good at something. Slowly, he produced the desired effect, and the light began to pulse in his hands.

“Hey, Loki! Come down here!” you called, pulling him from his fixation on his spell and causing the light to fade away.

“Hello,” he replied, swinging off the branch he was seated on with impressive agility. “How did you know where to find me?”

“Simple. I just followed the pulsating ball of light. Not to mention you seem to have a thing for sitting in trees.”

You both laughed at that, and he felt a light blush color his cheeks. After the stargazing, Loki assumed that you’d be friendly to him when you passed each other in the halls of the palace, but was pleasantly surprised when it went beyond that. You’d begun to actively seek him out and, sure enough, had found him in a tree quite a few times. He wasn’t exactly sure when that habit started. He just knew that it was one of the best places to avoid people. Luckily, you happened to look up often. Or, perhaps, you were specifically searching for him among the twisted branches. Either way, the fact that you initiated conversations gave Loki the confidence to do the same. Soon, walks in the garden became a weekly occurrence. He was certain no one else knew yet, for if they did, it would surely be the subject of much gossip. Not to say that you were actually courting each other, though. It was merely friendship.

“Fair enough, I suppose. Where are you going?” he inquired, noticing the cloak you wore over suspiciously casual clothing.

“I think the better question is where are we going?”

“Ok, fine. You still haven’t answered the question, though,” he persisted as you started off down the path.

“Into town, obviously. Which reminds me, you’ll be needing this.”

You pulled out another cloak from a satchel that was hidden by the flowing cashmere fabric of your own. You were met with a hesitant look from Loki when you held it out to him.

“Are you sure about this? It seems ill-advised that we go out unaccompanied. Besides, that might clash with my outfit,” he mused, examining the cloak.

“Relax. We’ll be fine,” you reassured him. “Plus, the whole point is that we’ll look inconspicuous. No one will even notice what you’re wearing. Not to mention you look good in anything.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth once the words you’d just said registered in your mind. Though you hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud, it was exactly the push Loki needed to agree. Anyway, he never could resist a chance to stir up a little mischief. Walking side-by-side, the two of you made sure to stay quiet as to avoid detection from someone who could stop your plans. Eventually, you reached the wall surrounding the palace, but much to Loki’s confusion, not the part where the gate was.

“You are aware that there is no exit here, correct?” he inquired, though he was certain that you had some trick up your sleeve.

“Haha, very funny. This is where you come into play. Can you magic us out of here?”

Loki frowned for two reasons. For one, he wasn’t confident enough in his ability to get one person to the other side, let alone two. For another, what if that was the only reason you’d invited him to tag along? Not only would that mean you didn’t actually want his company, but he was also positive he’d let you down.

“If that is the only reason you have asked me to come along, I apologize, but I will have to disappoint you. Teleportation is not exactly my strong suit,” he admitted, eyes locked on the ground.

“Loki, gosh, I thought you knew. I seek you out because I like spending time with you. If you’re really not comfortable using your magic, that’s ok,” you consoled him as you stepped closer. “We can figure something else out. I do believe in you, though. All you have to do is get us to the other side of the wall, not into the village or anything like that.”

Loki bit his lip and stole a quick glance at you. He felt ashamed that he’d let his insecurities show to you, of all people. But, ignoring that for a minute, it felt good to hear you say you enjoyed his companionship. And you believed in him and his ability, which was another rare thing. Now, he had practiced teleportation before with some success. Well, that is, if you could count moving two inches as success. The wall before him was, what, nine maybe ten feet? Then he’d have to add an extra foot or two to ensure a safe landing. You were looking at him expectantly, already forming a plan in your mind in case you had to get past the guards.

“I can do it,” Loki decided, shaking out his doubts and squaring his shoulders.

“Perfect!” you squealed in delight. “Ok, let’s do this.”

“Just a couple of things if this is going to work. We need to stand as close to the wall as possible. And well, um, we are going to have to hold hands,” he added sheepishly.

“Oh! I-I mean, yeah. Of course. If that’s uh, a thing that has to happen then, sure. Yeah,” you rambled and looked away as you offered him your hand.

Once you interlocked fingers, Loki grinned at the familiar feeling. It took him right back to that perfect night that had led to this moment. Though he never knew why, Loki had always run on the cold side, so the warmth emanating from your palm was extremely welcome. He offered you a shy smile, which you returned with an encouraging one. He shut his eyes and furrowed his brows. You were careful not to make a noise, understanding the intense concentration he’d need to accomplish this task, something that he appreciated.

Loki started just as his mother had taught him, picturing the place he was trying to get to. He imagined the lush, green grass on the other side of the obstacle keeping you from your destination. Next, he focused on the distance he needed to travel. Once he had a clear image in his mind, the young god took a deep breath and prepared to complete his most impressive feat to date. That is, if he could actually accomplish it. A gentle feeling of wind passed by him, accompanied by the tingling sensation of his magic.

“Loki! You did it,” you cheered, pulling your hand away from his to throw a hug around his shoulders.

He slowly opened his eyes and embraced you, too. Now that he’d succeeded, he allowed himself to acknowledge the fact that, had he messed up, you could both be dead right now. Needless to say, the thought caused him to shake a little. That was soon replaced, though, when he realized that you were still hugging each other. You must have also noticed because you pulled away and nervously shifted your weight from side to side.

“We should probably get going now,” you said, starting to walk in the direction of the village.

Loki nodded and followed you with a dorky grin on his face. He was starting to be thankful that his father left him in Asgard. Unfortunately, remembering that did sour his mood, but he did his best to hide it. After all, he didn’t want to ruin his time with you. He’d almost entirely forgotten about it by the time you reached the houses on the edge of town. The two of you pulled up the hoods of your cloaks and joined the flow of people in the streets. That was when Loki realized he had no idea what exactly you planned on doing here.

“Well, what now?” he whispered to you, eyes shifting from side to side, expecting to be caught any second.

“Now, we shop! And don’t look so nervous, we’ll be fine.”

Eyes shining with excitement, you grabbed Loki by the wrist and pulled him into the busy marketplace. For once in his life, Loki decided to relax and enjoy himself. Besides, it’s not like anyone would be paying attention to him. As far as they knew, he was just another common kid running around. Granted, he might look a little more lost than anyone else milling in the streets. From the way you expertly navigated in the crowd, Loki could tell this was not the first time you’d been here. It wouldn’t surprise him if you also snuck out when your family spent time in your manor, which was even closer to the village than the palace was.

There were many potent perfumes and scented oils at the booths of the market square, filling the air with their heavenly aromas. They were starting to make Loki’s head feel a little foggy by the time you finally paused in front of a stall that sold candles, examining their wares. You were tapping your chin with the most adorable contemplative look on your face. The way the light was glimmering in your eyes completely transfixed Loki for a minute before he regained his senses and pointedly looked away before you could catch him staring. It was then that an item at the next booth over grabbed his attention.

“I will just be over there for a second,” he informed you, pointing at his destination.

“Ok, I’ll be done here in a minute. Don’t get lost without me,” you teased.

After squeezing through the mob of people that separated the two booths, Loki stopped and got the attention of the clerk.

“I would like that bracelet please, my good sir,” he said, gesturing to the one he wanted.

It was a thin gold band that, upon closer inspection, was designed as a snake with its tail in its mouth. A single emerald that served as the eye of the serpent was set in the medal. It was as if it was made for the sole purpose of Loki being able to present it to you. Unfortunately, the salesman did not share the same point of view.

“I’m sure you would, sonny, but how ’bout we find something more in your price range.”

He laughed then and gestured to the brightly colored, obviously cheap jewelry made of beads and string. Loki became indignant at the comment. Not only did this man think he’d be gormless enough to ask for something he couldn’t afford, but he also indicated that Loki had poor taste by suggesting he would like such an ostentatious accessory that was only fit for children and street performers. It took all his energy not to place a hex on him or reveal himself as a prince of Asgard. Instead, he quickly eyed the price tag and then emptied a pouch of gold coins that had enough money and then some.

“Believe me, it is, what was it you said? Oh yes, ‘in my price range.’”

Between the haughty, mocking tone of voice Loki used and the seemingly endless bag of riches, the clerk was left standing with his mouth agape. He eagerly inspected the coins, wanting them to be real but not quite believing it. Satisfied that he wasn’t being duped, and having no good reason to accuse Loki otherwise, the man handed over the bracelet in an ornate box.

“Will that be all, sir?” he asked, still not entirely trusting what just happened.

“Yes. Thank you,” Loki replied, pleased with the new respect in the man’s tone.

Spying you working your way through the throng, he went to meet you halfway. Based on your empty hands, it seemed that you’d decided not to purchase anything after all. On account of how noisy your surroundings were, Loki decided to wait until you’d made your way out of the market to present his gift to you.

“So, what did you get?” you questioned once it was quiet enough.

“Well, it is for you, actually.”

Loki opened the box and showed you the trinket. Now that he’d done it, there was no taking it back, but he suddenly became very self-conscious. Was it even appropriate for him to get you a gift if you were not courting? He was sure that his tutors would disapprove, but it was just hindsight now, and there was simply nothing he could do. The worst part, though, was that you’d yet to say anything. Rather, you were just standing there with a surprised look decorating your features.

“Of course you do not have to accept it if you do not like it,” Loki added somewhat dejectedly. “Or for any other reason, either.”

“Loki,” you breathed out in a soft voice. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.”

The sincerity in your eyes chased away any lingering doubt he still had. Carefully, he picked up the bracelet and slid it onto your outstretched wrist. It was a perfect fit, and Loki’s skin tingled with magnetic energy from where it brushed yours. For a minute, neither of you said anything and instead just got lost in the other’s eyes. And then you were interrupted by a growl from your stomach.

“I, um, I guess I’m hungry. You?” you stammered, sheepishly fidgeting.

“Absolutely famished,” he replied, hoping to alleviate some of your embarrassment. “Well, I suppose we should be heading back to the palace then.”

“Are you kidding me? The best food is right here in town! Come on, I’ll show you.”

With that, you were once again bobbing and weaving through the crowds. Finally, you came to a cart emitting a delicious scent. After a short wait on line, you ordered some laufabrauð and urrädla for you and Loki to share. The crispy, fried dough treats were light and delightful on the tongue. Loki hummed in joy at the pleasurable taste.

“See, what did I tell you?”

“Well, it is delicious, I’ll give you that. But better than what is served at the palace? I think you are crazy,” he said with a friendly laugh.

“Maybe. But you like crazy, don’t you, God of Mischief?” you teased right back.

Loki once again found himself blushing. He hoped you did not know too well just how right you were. At least, when it was applied to you. The clever remark Loki was preparing died on his tongue as he noticed a pair of royal guards approaching where you stood. You looked over your shoulder, following his gaze, and saw them, too.

“It’s probably fine,” you said. “They’re just walking in this general direction, right?”

“Perhaps,” he responded, though something about their urgent gait did not sit right with him.

The Einherjar were doing their best to avoid looking at the pair of young nobles but kept glancing at you to make sure you hadn’t bolted. Unfortunately for them, you both noticed, and with a small nod to each other, you took off, trying to lose them in the crowds. Though Loki had received training for battle, even his nimble feet couldn’t keep up with yours, experienced in traveling the busy streets. When you noticed he was falling behind, you seized his hand without thinking about it. Sadly, it did more harm than good because Loki couldn’t focus on his footing when your fingers were interlocked with his.

Finally, you found a stack of boxes to hide behind. You dove down, pulling Loki behind you. Thinking you’d lost the guards, you both dared to peek out to make sure. After identifying their retreating forms, you and Loki descended into a fit of giggles. Unfortunately, you were too busy laughing to notice the figure approaching you.

“What are you two doing away from the palace? Running around unsupervised, no less.”

Your chuckles came to an abrupt stop. Looking up, you saw Heimdall standing over you, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Loki was pretty sure that was a rhetorical question, and that he’d be in deep trouble even if it wasn’t. You shot him a concerned look to which he responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh, wow. You’re right. This isn’t the palace,” you ventured, playing dumb. “Did you notice, Loki?”

“I had absolutely no idea! How confounding, don’t you agree?”

You nodded along, saying, “Indeed. Well, I suppose we should be heading back, now. Thank you, Heimdall, for alerting us.”

You and Loki started heading back in the direction of the palace, though neither of you actually had the intention of returning yet. You’d already started quietly giggling between yourselves, but it was cut off by a loud, exasperated sigh from the all-seeing god.

“It is no problem at all. Since we are all returning to the palace, we can walk together.”

You and Loki had no choice but to agree, and so you sullenly started your walk back, for real this time. The young prince was beginning to be annoyed by having his time with you cut short. It happened far too often, in his opinion. When he risked a glance at you, though, you were smiling.

“Don’t look so upset,” you whispered, elbowing him in the side. “I still had a good time.”

“Me too. And,” he whispered back, lowering his voice even further, “I rather think that we will have to do this again.”

You nodded, eyes lighting up in excitement. It made Loki’s heart flutter in his chest. The whispering continued all the way back to the palace. Once you’d reentered the gates, Lupus came running up to you.

“Hi boy!” you greeted the wolf pup, bending down to pet him. “Did you miss me?”

Loki bent down to pat your pet on the head, which was met with a lick on his face. He sputtered as Lupus’s tongue caught him right on the mouth, earning a laugh from you. It was then that your mother’s maid came rushing up to you.

“There you are!” she exclaimed. “Your parents are looking for you. Come along now, best not to keep them waiting.”

She grabbed you by the arm to whisk you away, and you helplessly waved goodbye to Loki, Lupus running behind you. He waved back and stared wistfully off into the direction of your abrupt exit. The light caught the golden bracelet hugging your wrist, and he couldn’t help but break out into a huge grin. Heimdall, who was not about to let Loki off the hook so easily after his little escapade, cleared his throat, bringing the young god back to reality.

“Alright, fine. I apologize,” Loki conceded, though it was quite hard for him. Then a bit more nervously, he added, “You will not tell my father, will you?”

“You know I am required to report any significant events to your father,” he said. “Though, since this is only a minor infraction, I am willing to turn a blind eye, as it were.”

“Thank you,” Loki said as Heimdall turned to leave. He made a mental note to work on ways to avoid Heimdall’s all-seeing gaze in the future. “I truly appreciate it.”

“You are welcome, my prince. Oh, and one more thing,” he said, turning back around, “they really do enjoy your company.”

He bid a stunned Loki goodbye and was on his way once more. Naturally, you’d expressed that you liked spending time with Loki, but he never could fully rid himself of doubt. Heimdall was certainly telling the truth, though, instilling Loki with a newfound confidence. He swaggered into the palace, completely certain that when he told you how he felt, whenever that may be, you would feel the same way, too.

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