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peachsayshi · 1 year

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Pre the “love you” first HCs, can you do a flirting hc of how the jjk boys would woo their crush before falling in love? ♥️

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ how did they woo you before falling in love? (feat. gojo, geto, nanami)

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: fluff; only soft things

notes: anon, I am so excited to write this request for you! if anyone wants to read the previous hc's you can find them here & here. I'm just writing this out for the characters that I already wore about.

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Gojo

In the beginning, courting you was simple. Satoru would go all out by treating you to fancy dinner dates. He constantly surprised you with little gifts of flowers, chocolates, and jewelry. Throwing money as a way to earn your affection was easy, and he didn't have to think about making any effort when his feelings came wrapped up in a pretty bow.

In between the many text messages and phone calls, Satoru would spend any free moment he had with you, but he could tell that you were responding to his gestures with a forced smile. You've only been dating for a short while but you were suddenly unimpressed by everything he had to offer. The spark in your eyes started to fizzle and he knew that you might be reconsidering this relationship altogether.

He understands that he isn't the easiest man to love - he can't exactly commit himself to you, and he's usually inaccessible because of his duties as a sorcerer. There's nothing about Gojo's world that accommodates another person, but he moved mountains to make it happen.

"How about we stay in tonight?" he asked one evening, his arms circling your waist and his blue eyes taking in your shocked expression reflecting from the mirror.

"But...I'm already dressed..." you replied with confusion, looking at your outfit that you thoughtfully put together with disappointment.

"Trust me, I have a better idea..."

You were sitting on a stool, resting your elbows on the kitchen island while watching with intrigue as your lover, who is one of the wealthiest men in the country, struggle to cook a decent meal for you.

The apron barely fit Satoru's long torso, and his clothes were stained with oil and sauce. He spent a majority of the time complaining about why things weren't working correctly but you were smiling throughout the whole experience. By the end, your cheeks were killing you from how much you were laughing. Satoru made it across the finish line with his hair tousled and his cheeks red. The counters were a complete mess, and you even bit back a teasing comment about how terrible his plating looked.

Despite the chaos that he ensued, the food tasted absolutely delicious. You swallowed every bite as you stared at him with nothing but tender eyes. The vibrant smile plastered across his face wasn't his smug satisfaction for accomplishing this task but relief that the fading spark as blooming into a warm flame.

He wasn't going to lose you.

He made gentle love to you that night, listening to every breath and swallowing your pretty moans. He used the moment as opportunity to reconnect with your body, and in many ways, tether himself back to your heart.

Satoru Gojo earned your love. He fought hard to keep it by showing you that he was worth all the trouble.

Geto

Suguru's dates were a simple combination of getting together and talking. These intimate conversations strengthened your relationship, until there was nothing that you couldn't discuss. Suguru cracked open his skull, and you were met with a beautiful mind full of complex thoughts and emotions. He fascinated you in every way possible and wasn't afraid to express his real feelings.

He constantly reassured you that his heart was yours.

Even though you knew Suguru from the inside out at this point, there was still a level of mystery that surrounded him which kept things interesting. The man was the most spontaneous person you knew and that made him unpredictable. You learned over time that he never liked making solid plans, and approached dating you on what he was feeling rather than seeing it as something obligatory.

Your first trip together was planned out one afternoon in your bedroom. Suguru was just scrolling through his phone when he saw a small air bnb in the countryside that he liked. You kept every token from that weekend trip together. You visited a hot spring, hiked through beautiful nature pathways, and found the tiniest little restaurants that served the most delicious meals.

Your last night together was spent with the two of you snuggling in one another's arms while making love in between. He was keeping you close to his chest, his delicate fingers trailing your spine as he stared out the window watching a strip of warm color slice through the twilight sky.

"I don't want to leave," he whispered - his voice a little hoarse and exhausted from the long night.

You nuzzled into him, your leg tightening over his thigh as your hand finds his and you interlace your fingers.

"Maybe...maybe, we can stay one more night..." you sigh, feeling his thumb stroke the back of your hand lovingly.

You don't see the tick on his lip or the cheeky smile that follows soon after. He kisses the top of your head as he relaxes into the mattress.

"We've both got work tomorrow..."

"True, but I'm sure we can think of something..."

His chest vibrates when he chuckles and he releases a long exhale as he shifts his position. He turns to his side, curling his strong arm over your body and hugs you close to his torso. He's quite aware of how happy he is as he watches you fall asleep in his arms, and all he can think about is how he would gladly go to bed with you beside him every single night.

Suguru's courtship felt like an intimate waltz; from the moment he held your gaze, he lured you into a rhythmic dance that only ended on one note. The longer you swayed to the tune of his music, the more you realized that falling in love with a man like him was inevitable.

Nanami

Nanami's courtship of you reminded you an endangered love - one that was dwindling in such a fast paced culture. He approached dating you with a level of patience and in doing so, he wooed you in a way that left butterflies in your stomach and tingles up your spine.

Nanami wasn't shy about expressing his interest towards you and he was a gentleman in how he handled romancing you. He preferred taking you out on intimate dates - like cozy dinners, visits to museums or art galleries, and walks to the park. He had a keen interest in getting to know y ou, and was conscious about his behavior for the sake of your comfort.

Over time, you watched his personality unravel before your eyes. He had a way of making you laugh with his witty humor, and you soon learned that he was far more laid back than what he presented himself to be. His intelligence made for really interesting conversations, and he always spoke to you with the utmost respect. He had a way of making you feel protected and his restraint worked out in his favor because you felt safe enough to gamble your heart with him.

Then there was the other side to Nanami, the part of him that would appear on occasion with every teasing touch and flirtatious comment that left your cheeks scorching with heat. His eyes would darken with lust when he transitioned from the gentleman to charmer. Nanami's strong attention to detail had him reading your body language in a way that no man ever could. He took his time to figure out how to kiss you, to touch you, to fuck you and make love to you.

"Can I ask you a question?" you asked him the morning after you slept together for the first time.

He shifted his gaze away from his laptop and looked at you leaning against the wall. You were dressed in his white t-shirt, wearing nothing underneath except your underwear. Your fingers were clenched around the mug of tea that he gave you, and he quirked his brow at your sudden nervous demeanor.

"Anything you want."

You shifted your weight from one foot to the next. "It might be a stupid question..."

At this point your lover stood up from his seat. He walked over to you, placing both hands on your waist and giving you a light squeeze. He brought his lips down to your cheek where he planted a soft kiss, before casually asking, "what's on your mind?"

He finds it adorable when you question if this means that you're both committed to one another and Nanami doesn't even hide his gut wrenching smile when he gives you a sincere confirmation.

"I don't know about you," he teases, "but there has been no one else for me since we met."

"There has been no one else for me either!" you insist, "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page before I go around and start calling you my boyfriend..."

"Boyfriend, huh?"

His tone is playful, but it's the way his voice deepens with that question that made your heart skip a beat.

"I mean, what else am I supposed to call you?"

His expression softens, and he's thankful that you can't see the thoughts running through his mind at that very moment.

"You can call me whatever you want, my love..." he replied with a kiss to your temple, knowing full well that he was working his way towards achieving a prospective title that would suit him better considering he was already picturing you as his wife.

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen hc's #jjk hc's #gojo hcs #geto hcs #nanami hcs #peach queues.🧡

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whalesforhands · 10 months

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Okay, digest your feelings series.. but reader and shoko are doing the pocky challenge and reader accidentally kissed shoko infront stsg?

Anyways already falling inlove w/ your stsg fics🫶🫶

hello my lovely first non-anon ♥️

honestly? stsg would NEVER allow shoko to kiss you. not when they’re watching, of course.

sure, they let her tease them a bit here and there using her shoko privilege, but if she tries to pull moves that will definitely make you fall for her even an increment more, absolutely not!

stag are possessive over what they think as theirs, and even if shoko is one of their closest (and only) friend, they can’t allow that. they just can’t.

but let’s say it’s something they let slip their sight. an indirect kiss. mwah

can we kiss? (shoko x reader, mention of gojo x reader x geto)

You stare at the can of tapioca juice Shoko held in her pretty hand.

It was a scene in some anime Gojo was showing to you. A cheesy romance depicting a lovesick boy with his love interest.

The girl had taken a few sips of the chilled drink during a hot, crowded summer festival, before offering it to him.

“N-no way! A-a-a-an i-i-i-indirect KISS?!”

A smile on her face as she watched the boy’s face erupt into a comical red, his nose spewing an exaggerated amount of blood for comic relief as the coveted can touched his lips.

You blinked. What’s so intimate about that?

Gojo watched your lack of reaction with interest. Sliding closer next to you before he held up his can of melon soda.

“Wanna try?”

You don’t think you’ve felt thirstier. You don’t even like the taste of tapioca juice. You just wanted to drink it from Ieiri’s can.

She notices your gaze, adamantly pinned to her half empty drink. She quirks a brow.

“I thought you hated this.”

You shudder at the way she drawls out her words, so elegant, so prim, so pretty.

Just like her.

(You like her too much, is what you decided.)

“I think I may change my mind if I tried it again.” You said it with an apparent shy lilt in your voice, your eyes still glued to the can that Ieiri’s precious lips touched.

(You now have a profound understanding of how that anime character felt.)

Ieiri, intrigued by your current behavior, decided to humour you.

“That so? I can go buy you one right now.”

No. You don’t want that!

“A-ah, I don’t think I have it in me to stomach a full can.” Your nervous gaze meets her own teasing one.

“Yours would- um, do perfectly fine! If you don’t mind that is!” Perhaps you sounded too anxious, too excited, but it felt as if she saw right through your plan.

She hummed in mock thought, before waggling a finger towards you in a ‘come hither’ motion.

You never got out of your desk so quick.

She held the drink out for you, moving it to the left. Then to the right. Up. Down.

(You were following the damn can like it was a delicious hamburger steak. What is wrong with you?!)

Shoko laughed, before simply placing it in your hand.

“Go nuts.” She had said, watching you with a grin on her face.

Your hands shook as you gripped the can as gently, as gingerly as possible, stare zeroed in on the imprint of her lip gloss on the edge of the can.

Before you knew it, your entranced state had taken a sip. The taste of tapioca that you had initially found odd had turned slightly sweet, a small hint of cherry on your tongue as it rests on the imprint of her lips.

You gulped down the remainder.

“It’s… Better than last time.” A smile on your face as your cheeks lit with a blush, staring down enchantedly at the can.

“I’m glad you liked it then.” Shoko was now giggling at your absolutely awestruck expression, sneaking a quick photo of you on her phone to show off to the two later.

masterlist

Note:

Upon showing the SG duo the photo that Shoko had made her wallpaper, they had requested for it to be sent to them.

Shoko refused.

You started receiving random cans of tapioca juice from Geto all of a sudden.

“I don’t think I can finish all these…”

“Well… Wanna share?”

He figured it out after piecing together Gojo’s recollection of watching the anime with you, and from the way you looked at Ieiri’s drink.

You had rejected Gojo’s offer to drink his opened can of melon soda. It was left on his desk for so long you saw ants crawl inside.

#shoko ieiri x reader #geto x reader x gojo #geto x reader #gojo x reader #getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru #jjk x reader #whalewrites #shoko x reader #gojo satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader #dyf au

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m-myeon · 1 year

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New anon here! ♠️ Would love to read a Beomgyu Drabble with 4 or 6 if you haven’t already!! Love ya tysm byeee ♥️

𝑀𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝑌

4. “Tell me how you like it” + 6. “Don’t cover your face, I want to see you”

contains !: (kinda softdom!)gyu x subfem!reader, mentions of gyu being a switch, fingering, lots of petnames and praise 🤪, eding, grinding , mentions of hook-ups, best friend to .. fuckers?, you could say gyu is kinda jealous or really devoted to his task lmao, tears and mentions of toys

authors note : thanks for waiting and welcome to the annons family !! also tysm for requesting this, it was so hot to write 🫡

what the hell was going on

At what fucking moment were you in your best friend's lap, letting yourself be done by his beautiful long fingers buried deep in your pussy. Oh, sure. At the time when Beomgyu's big heart had not been able to allow his best friend to leave the house of one of her hook-ups unsatisfied after discovering his disastrous finger play.

Incomparable to Beomgyu's, by the way. You had no idea that your best friend had so much talent stored on his fingers, but you were more than happy to be discovering it.

A whimper escaped your lips when your friend's middle finger brushed your G-spot, Beomgyu smirked when he noticed you move on top of him and continued to abuse your gummy walls until your sighs turned into muffled moans on his neck. .

"Come on, sweetheart" he whispered in your ear, leaving a kiss behind your ear "Don't cover your face, I want to see you"

Gathering up enough courage and dignity, you rested your hands on his abs, rejoining his legs. You felt his abdomen contract under your blades and, right there, you felt it, something hard and hot touch your inner thigh, begging for attention.

"Shit, you're so-" "I know, darling" shushed you Beomgyu ", but right now focus on putting on a good show and showing what that asshole has been missing"

The knuckles of the boy below you (who you hadn't recognized as your best friend in a while) made wet noises as they hit your folds with dizzying force and speed. You felt like you were bordering on madness and the only thing you could focus your thoughts on was Beomgyu's digits making a “come” gesture towards himself, bouncing into his hand and biting your lip when hearing his airy laugh.

“Very good—fuck-, you're doing so good” you whimpered as Beomgyu's teeth kissed your neck, digging in with a care that belied the force and harshness of his actions in your south zone “Are you enjoying yourself, pretty? ”

“S-so much —oh f-fuck”

“Mmh” hummed the boy, wetting his lips hungrily “Do you like it when I touch you here…?” a little cry came from your mouth when his fingers curved, searching for your belly button "Come on, baby —shit, tell me how you like it, I want to make you feel good" with two fingers, he took control of your jaw, forcing an eye contact of what more intimate “do you prefer to hard-dom me? I would do anything you asked me for those pretty eyes you make"

“I-I like to h-listen to you, g-gyu” you were a trembling ball of blush and sweat, eagerly awaiting any delicious movement Beomgyu's fingers made.

"Is that right?" his thumb pressed on your lips, causing you to hug the intruding finger with your tongue "ah— so obedient, didn’ even have to ask" you closed your eyes tightly at the strong praise that escaped from Beomgyu's mouth unconsciously "good job, princess" fucking god. You lost any remaining contact with reality, pulsing around the fingers embedded in your pussy and suppressing your moans with the boy's finger resting in your mouth.

"oh god— you're squeezing so good " your shoulder blurred the dirty mutterings of Beomgyu, who was getting more and more lost in the curve of your neck "more, ple— ngh, gyu p-please" "what a greedy girl I have, doin’ what he wants with me" the boy growled, enjoying the view that his position afforded him "come on, princess, use me, imagine you are using one of your pinkie toys on that pussy, mmh, just like that"

You began to rub against his bulge and fingers, seeing the stars as Beomgyu stimulated your clit with his thumb, continuing with his movements into your tight cunt. Your moans were heard above your friend's, which faded as his mouth made contact with your cheeks or jaw.

"you gonna come?" he whispered as he noticed the trembling and erratic jolts on his legs "tell m-me, sweetheart, words"

"'m gonna —ngh- come!" tears began to form in your eyes and Beomgyu felt like his pants were going to burst at that sight

"are you —fuck!- gonna come on t-that dickhead’s cock?" you shook your head from side to side, making tears roll down your cheeks, but as you felt the grip on your jaw intensify, you remembered Beomgyu's call for attention. "Nuh-uh, gonna c-come on gyu's f-fingies!"

"fucking s-soak them, princess, go ahead, make me proud"

your orgasm hit you with a deep moan and several more tears. Beomgyu helped you ride it, murmuring more praise and petnames in your ear, praying you didn't notice his teary eyes from being edged into his pants.

Blinking, you came out of the trance you had plunged into in your post-orgasm, snuggled into your best friend's neck and calming circles being drawn on your thigh by his clean hand. You settled back on his lap and felt Beomgyu's hard cock through his pants and underwear poke at your cunt. You took a breath to speak but he cut you off before you could intervene.

"Please tell me that boy also fucked terribly, because I'm more than ready to give you the fuck of your life"

#kpop #txt #tomorrow x together #txt headers #txt beomgyu #txt smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu fic #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu #꒰♠️꒱ ⑅ annon ᠀#♩ new e-mail 💌#៸៸៸ myeon fic ꒰ 🫧 ꒱

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aphroditelovesu · 2 years

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Yandere Eros headcanons pretty please????

As the god of love, I know that you and I are soul mates and made for each other. - Eros.

❝💗— lady l: here it is, anon's. I don't know why it took so long to make, but probably due to my procrastination lol. I received two requests from a yandere Eros and I incorporated them together in this headcanons, it has a bit of nsfw as it is the Eros yandere baby, except for the part where he is described as a platonic yandere. Anyway, I hope you like it <3

💗 2nd request: Could I request some Yandere Eros headcanons, please? He is one of my favorites. ♥️

❝💗 tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, uncontrolled jealousy, physical aggression, dub-con, (im)explicit non-con, mention of murder and torture, unhealthy relationship, light nsfw, public display (?).

❝💗 pairing: yandere!eros x gender neutral!reader

The god of love had never really fallen in love. What he believed was love was just his most primal desires speaking, his lust taking over his senses and his desires. Eros never loved anyone unconditionally and he believed he never would, until he met you. And it was the best thing that had happened to him since he could breathe for the first time. There you were, so ethereal and so innocent, his sweet and innocent love ready to be broken by the overwhelming passion of the god of love and eroticism.

Eros was completely stunned by you and he didn't know why, honestly. Of course, yes, you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen but you were so much more, there was something more about you that captivated him. Your beauty is just a complement, because that ''something more'' was what really made him interested in you. And maybe that was your downfall.

The god wanted you and he would have you, simple as that. It doesn't matter if it's a romantic or platonic obsession, he'll still have you. And he won't mind having to force you to get what he wants, interpret it however you want, they're all right. Eros will use every means available to make you his, you can resist as long as you like, but you will belong to the deity in the end.

He'd rather not be forced to force you to be with him, he really does. But you need to understand one thing: he doesn't handle rejections well. Eros will not accept if you reject him, despise him as if he were nothing. He will use his arrows on you without any hesitation. If you don't love him willingly, then you will love him by force. He doesn't want a puppet, but if it's the harm he needs to do for you to be his, then so be it.

Eros would shower you with expensive and extravagant gifts, he would pamper you without any kind of restraint. You will almost always be covered in jewels and dressed in the most expensive silks money can buy, in this case what a greek god can buy. The divinity will spare no effort and expense to make you feel how deep is the love he feels for you. Presents won't be enough for him, every day with Eros will be like a romantic movie, with him being a true gentleman, opening doors for you, whenever you go to make love he will make sure you are comfortable and the mood is completely romantic and erotic. That is, of course, if you are an intelligent person and accept being obsessively loved by the god of love.

The god would be what can be said "a perfect boyfriend", he is everything that many girls and some boys dream of, a faithful and loving boyfriend/lover whose eyes are focused on only you. No one is interesting and important enough to retain the attention that Eros pays, attention that is only given to you. He loves you, or at least he believes he loves you, and if you're a smart girl/boy you'll know how to use that to your advantage.

Eros is extremely and madly possessive and jealous, heavens, he is jealous of everything and everyone, you will never be safe from the jealous tantrums that come followed by the god's rage. No one is safe from the god's wrath when he is jealous, not even you. Eros will scream, beat, threaten you and whoever made you jealous. He will kill that person in a slow and painful way, torturing them and sending them to the depths of Tartarus to be a little more terrified and then he will turn to you. He would take you where you are, it doesn't matter if it's in private or in public, you will be forced to part your legs and he will enter you without any kind of preparation, taking you hard right there. It doesn't matter to him if you don't want to, he'll take you anyway. But if you deny it, it will only make him angrier, which will lead him to be harsher and rougher with you.

Eros would feel guilty for having forced and hurt you and he will try to compensate for his actions by being obedient and submissive to you. He's not ignorant or dumb, he knows what he did is inexcusable, but he's delusional enough to think that just doing what you want is enough for you to forgive him for hurting you so much. And if you're a stubborn girl/boy, he has other ways for you to forgive him.

The god is quite protective, but not suffocating in that sense. He does fear you'll get hurt, but he doesn't want you to think he's a stalker, because he's not one. He will watch over you from afar without you knowing and will rarely intervene, only if necessary. He doesn't want you to fear him, at least not too much.

In a more platonic way, Eros wouldn't be much different from what's been described to you, except that he'll be more protective of you, especially if you're a child. He would be most involved in everything you do and would try his best not to scare you with his yandere tendencies. Eros would be a very loving and protective daddy, brother or friend, loving and caring for you. You wouldn't be allowed to be romantically involved with anyone, Eros sees you as a baby and babies don't do that kind of thing, right? Any possible suitors who approach you, Eros will be quick to get rid of them. He would spoil you just as much or even worse, after all, you are his baby.

Denying Eros is not a wise decision, he is vindictive and his emotions are extremely strong, especially love and anger. He would try to be patient at first, not wanting to scare you too much, but if you keep denying him he will be tougher in his advances. Eros doesn't want to use his arrows on you, he doesn't like the thought of you being a puppet in his hands, ready for him to play any way he wants. But he doesn't have infinite patience, you know, he will use his arrows on you only if absolutely necessary and depending on how desperate for your love he is. And believe me, Eros is very desperate for love, for your love.

Eros is dangerous, one of the most dangerous yandere gods in the entire pantheon, because he is easily overwhelmed by his emotions and has no control over them. The god will have outbreaks of anger and jealousy easily, he will hurt you in any way he can, but when he regained his senses, he would realize what he did and try to compensate for all the damage he did to you, but it won't be enough, isn't? Eros can be manipulated and controlled, yes, if you knew the power you had over the god, you would never be in danger. Just be smart enough and play your cards right and maybe you'll walk away unscathed, but with a god obsessed and madly in love with you.

#yandere greek mythology #yandere greek gods #yandere eros #yandere eros x reader #yandere eros headcanons #yandere headcanons #greek mythology

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komoreibi · 2 years

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Hi, hopefully your Requests are still open… May I request for some Fuyu Content? Where he got a huge crush on Bajis lil sis and everyone except Baji knows about this and is teasing him constantly when she's around?

Love your work ♥️

thank you for enjoying my work! actually i had something like this in mind so i hope you dont mind i’ll put it in hc format? >< // uhh this might not 100% be according to the request but i hope you still like it, anon!

．・chifuyu having a crush on baji's sister (hcs)

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chifuyu first saw you when baji showed up to a toman meeting with a girl on the back of his bike.

he had to look a little closer and then he realised, you were someone he saw around the hallways once in a while and who he thought was cute, but never got the chance to talk to!

but if you were with baji…

were you his girlfriend or something?

before he knew it he was running over

“good evening, baji-san! can i ask uh… who’s that? is she…?”

“ah, chifuyu. this is my sister, y/n.”

SISTER?? BAJI KEISUKE HAS A SISTER?

chifuyu: “b-baji-san, i didn’t know you had a sister.”

baji: “she’s younger but we’re in the same year so it’s embarrassing for others to know. so normally we stay away from each other. plus it brings too many questions to me repeating the year.”

chifuyu: “a-ah, i see…”

baji: “take care of her for a moment, i needa talk to mikey.”

and he left without letting chifuyu say a word

“chifuyu-kun… right? it’s nice to meet you!” you smile and he feels his stomach flip.

how can someone be related to baji and be this pretty and soft-spoken and sweet?!

anyways he slowly starts falling for you when you show up to meetings more frequently and baji asks him to look after you while he talks to the other captains.

his heart just squeezes at the way you wave so excitedly when you see him!

and he can’t help but start grinning when you ask about his day (even if there’s not much difference between the days)

and oh man, he can practically feel butterflies sprouting from his tummy on that one day you knocked on his door to ask if you could borrow some manga.

basically everyone in toman’s first division can see that their vice captain has the Biggest crush on the captain’s sister.

not that they would tease him.

bc he would probably punch them into tomorrow

but the other captains and vice captains would.

“hey, chifuyu. i heard y/n’s coming tomorrow night since baji’s picking herfrom club activities or smth” - mitsuya

chifuyu: “that doesn’t have anything to do with me…”

mitsuya: “just telling you.”

and then he finds it hilarious the next day when you can clearly tell chifuyu washed his uniform with a Lot of nice smelling fabric softener and sprayed himself with cologne.

you didn't even come that day and he looked so upset lol

or that one time chifuyu gave you a dorayaki at a meeting and said "i bought one for you on the way... b-because... you must be a little tired coming here so late, so i thought it would be good..."

he's a little shy but thankfully you were happy with it!

until mikey came over with a Big Big grin

"oi, chifuyu... where's my dorayaki?"

"sorry, commander, i didn't get one..."

"eh... so you would buy one for y/n, but not for me?"

you: "mikey-kun, if you want one you can have mine! :D"

chifuyu: :(((

mikey: "nah, it's fine~ chifuyu got it just For You anyways ;D"

he became rather red

after some time, he was considering just confessing to you to get his feelings out

but then seriously decided against it

and that's because nahoya once asked baji (in front of chifuyu), "what would you do if someone in toman had a crush on y/n?"

baji: "i dont trust any of you losers to take care of my sister enough. is there someone like that? do i have to beat some sense into an idiot like that?"

chifuyu felt like crumbling

nahoya: "nope. just thinking about stuff~ have a good day, baji, matsuno!"

chifuyu could not have a good day.

but he couldn't help the fat crush he had on you!!!

the teasing kept going because honestly he looked like this seriously lovesick boy who would never get the guts to actually tell his crush about his feelings.

but it all ended at a meeting in the middle of december, you shivered and sneezed pretty loudly.

chifuyu was a bit of a distance away but he walked over so fast

the conversation he was having with some subordinates ended with the guys grinning and one of them whisper-shouting "good luck, vice-cap!"

chifuyu: "y/n, are you alright?"

you: "mm, i'm fine. it was just a little cold on the way because i lost my scarf ahaha"

chifuyu removed his own scarf so fast and put it around you.

"here, wear mine for today."

both of your ears were red and it wasn't from the cold.

you: "b-but then you'll be cold!"

chifuyu: "i'll be fine, i'd uh... i'd rather you have it! you can keep it too! because you lost yours and all."

he can't believe he's stuttering like this.

you: "well... i wanna go shopping soon for a new one so i'll give it back after."

chifuyu felt a little dejected hearing that...

you: "i was wondering... maybe you'd like to go with me? next monday?"

chifuyu thought for a bit... monday... CHRISTMAS?! WERE YOU ASKING HIM ON A CHRISTMAS DATE?!

chifuyu: "i'll definitely be free! l-let's go out!"

you: "okay! it's a date."

congratulations, you might've just made matsuno chifuyu pass out.

and while this was happening...

baji was looking at the two of you from a couple meters away, squinting and with crossed arms like ???

he knew you hadn't lost your scarf... you literally told him you didn't need it today

baji: "hey, mikey, draken, emma, do you think y/n and chifuyu have been acting weird lately?"

those three were also watching the scene intensely with big grins

emma: "nah, it's just her~"

baji seriously couldn't get what was going on.

#chifuyu x reader #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #fem!reader #chifuyu fluff #tokyo revengers #tokrev #rei.writes #chifuyu #chifuyu headcanons #tokrev fluff

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Wanderer x GN! Reader [Smut]

《●Important/Warning: -(N/N) is the nickname you gave Wanderer -Y/N is you as per usual -Power bottom(?) Scara, mentions of rough sex, This smut can be read by anyone of any gender/Sexuality, Soft and fluffy sex -ooc Wanderer? -!!!NOT PROOFREAD●》

♧|🍦anon: I'm too scared to make an actual account for these stuff💀 I hope you don't mind me sharing my imagination in here. Maybe next week I'll make a writing acount. Oh, Can I change my anon name to "Creampuff Anon"? OH GOD MY CLASSMATES WERE BEHIND ME WHILE WRITING THIA OH JESUS|♧

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Oh poor boy Wanderer.

He was tired.

Once he tried to fuck you, He couldn't keep his position.

He whines on your neck, his dick was so sensitive.

As his lover, you decided to take care of him this time.

Once you got on top of him he was expecting for you to go all out. Fucking him till he's stupid to the point where only thing he knows is your name. Fucking his ass and slapping him. Him sucking you off for hours as his painfully hard cock rocks back and fourth on the bed. Oh you know, just small thoughts of possible paybacks to when 'Scaramouche' went rough on you all these times.

But oh was he wrong.

Even though he was under you, under your mercy, you gave him some sense of power. Obeying his please and demands, Riding him to his hearts content. Being oh so good for him. Bouncing on his cock, his mouth agape as he tightens his grip on your thighs. His eyes are shut, strands of hair sticking on his forehead.

He's so lost, You did fuck him dumb but in a good way.

You panted the nick name Traveler gave him, "Hmmm... (N/N), Are you gonna cum? I want to cum with you.." you whispered.

"Yes c-cum with me..♡now–!♡" The grip on your thighs hurted but wow. It felt good at the same time.

You almost lost your balance, "Are you okay? Should I get off or stay?"

Your obidience, your kindness, your worry, your love.

It was all too much for him. He sighs pulling you close to him as he changes the position slightly, wrapping his arms and legs around you.

He will give you a reward after this.

"Oh? Are you still hard?" He didn't even notice he was grinding on you.

"Please, Let me take care of you until you're satisfied."

"Y/N– Hmph–!♡" You caught him off guard, climbing on top of him again, "(N/N)? Sorry. Should I stop?"

"N-no its not that.. I just-" he wasn't able to finish coherent sentences, Especially when you kept that eye contact with him. Keep it up and he'll cum earlier than expected.

" 'Just' ?"

"Just that, you're too good." He tried sitting up to kiss you.

"So... you want me to continue?" You smirked.

"...Yes." without wasting another moment you gave him pleasure until he slept soundly.

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♧|🍦 anon: It's the parental issues me and this man has okay I want to give him some good fluffy sex mkAYYY

Also part 2 will be out pretty soon, Writing smut is way faster cause you're just Horny |♧

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes fucking god yes. soft sex my underrated beloved♥️

#nobu.nobu.chat #creampuff anon #sub!genshin impact #sub scaramouche #sub!genshin #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub!scaramouche

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austinsmutler · 11 months

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hii ,I heard requests are currently open and wondering if you could please pretty please write a masterpiece of a sleepover with virgin!elvis and his girl bff who he has a crush on and not too long hes found masturbating then it turns into a steamy ass night I guess? if you’re not comfy writing it, totally alright! love u and ur work, literally breathe and live on it😭🙏🤭♥️

Anon, are you trying to appeal to my ego? It’s working. I’m loving, living, and breathing from this idea! You know me, I love a bad boy EP, so this is my first take on virgin!Elvis. I’d love to write more, and I LOVE me some friends-to-lovers. And don’t get me STARTED on best friend!Elvis, good lord. The pining. The yearning. The increasing desperation all boiling over… have mercy.

Anyway, hope ya like this one!

Young Dreams - Virgin!Elvis x Reader - 3,600 Words

What you’ll like: Virgin!Elvis, Best friend Elvis who is absolutely weak for you, cute smut

Warnings: Sex, Elvis and reader are both inexperienced, but there's no pain because in this house we practice foreplay. Minors DNI.

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Currently writing for Elvis, Austin!Elvis, and Eddie Munson)

“What do you mean no-one’s home this weekend?” Elvis sounded worried. Your fingers played with the phone cord, not sure how to console him.

“I’ll be fine. My folks needed a break, so they’re staying with Grandma on the coast for a few days. It’s only a few hours away- I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm.” Elvis hummed on the other end of the line. “I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

“Elvis!”

“Alright, five minutes.”

You laughed until the other end of the line went dead. He can’t be serious, can he?

You’d known Elvis your entire life, ever since he’d moved onto the house at the end of the street. You walked home from school every day together, and now that high school was over and you had a job waitressing on the edge of town, he drove you to and from work every day. He said it wasn’t a problem because he drove in and out of Memphis for his own work, but the little diner was on the complete wrong side of town. Still, it meant you stayed close, even after graduation.

You sat on the living room windowsill. The rest of the house felt intimidating, big without your parents to fill it. Elvis knew you didn’t like being home alone, but what was he going to do about it?

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You looked at the clock and bit back a smile. Exactly two minutes and thirty seconds since he hung up the phone.

“You’re late.” You said, crossing your arms in the doorframe.

“I had to pack.” Elvis grinned and held up a bag. “Can’t wear the same clothes all weekend, can I?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and stepped aside to let him in. Old Mrs Cranston was on her front porch, scowling from her rocking chair with a look that said, Your Momma will hear about this.

You fought the urge to stick your tongue out as you closed the door. Your parents had let Elvis stay over before- granted, you were kids then, but nothing had changed between the two of you since. You were just friends. If there were any feelings between the two of you, they were buried deep; the most private treasure, never to be unearthed.

Elvis had already made himself at home, leaning the bag beside the couch and turning on the radio, quickly tuning into Sam Phillips’ station.

“B.B. King.” Elvis whistled.

“Everyday I have the blues.” You named the track without thinking, and Elvis smiled. Music was the first love you shared, and you both sang along to the tune.

Ooh everyday,

Everyday,

I have the blues

When you see me worryin' baby,

Yeah, It's you

I hate to lose

Elvis’ voice was deep and soulful, honed from years of singing along to the choir every Sunday. You took a seat on the couch beside him as the next song played and he didn’t even pause for breath. Big Boy Crudup.

“That’s alright Mama, that’s alright with you…” He stood up to dance, taking on a completely different persona to the one he held when you sang together. His pretty features screwed together as Elvis sang with an attitude. “That’s alright, any way you do…”

You bit your lip as he lost himself in the music. Was he putting on this performance for you, or for himself? Maybe both. You’d listened to music together hundreds of times- at your home, at his, in his truck, in diners and at the movies. Every time he made it feel like an intimate experience, stirring something inside you weren’t sure you should feel.

“You’re good at that, you know.” You said as the song ended, hoping the heat on your cheeks wasn’t noticeable.

“What?” Elvis sat beside you, not even out of breath.

“Singing. Moving.” You smiled. “Remember that talent show when we were thirteen? You got first place.”

“I sang Old Shep.” He chuckled. “And you did that little dance, in the pink dress.”

“I can’t believe you remember that!” You slapped his arm. “Dunno what I was thinking, I’ve never been able to move. My feet get confused.”

“I liked it.” Elvis cleared his throat. “I like seeing you dance.”

If you weren’t blushing before, you were now. “Thanks, but I’ll pass on that.”

Another rock song came on the radio and Elvis stood again, feet already wiggling as he extended a hand. “C’mon, it’s easy.”

You shook your head, hugging yourself. “I’m fine right here.”

“Nah.” Elvis pulled you up with one almighty tug on your arms, pulling you into him. You weren’t so close that someone watching through the window would get the wrong idea, but you could still feel the heat radiating from his body, feel the strength in every motion as he moved. “Just feel the music and let it move you. Don’t think.”

You tried, and nearly tripped over your own feet before he caught you. Both of you broke into laughter at your awkward movements, but by the end of the song something loosened up. Were you a good dancer? Absolutely not. Next to Elvis you were even worse, but that didn’t matter.

Every time he grinned over at you, a little bit of that self-consciousness melted away until you were spinning in time to the music, so hard your poodle skirt lifted to show a flash of the underskirt beneath with every movement. It was the most delicious kind of dancing- free and fun, and certainly not allowed at school dances.

The room seemed to heat up, sweltering by the end of the song. Both your chests heaved with heavy breaths and you fanned yourself as you and Elvis stopped, staring at each other.

His blue eyes were dark, mouth open slightly as he looked at you. You’d seen that look before. Usually it was just a flash, when you laughed in the back of his truck, when he picked you up from work, when you listened to a brand new record together. This wasn’t a flash- this was written all over his face. Hunger.

“I should, uh…” You gulped. “It’s getting late, I’m gonna make dinner. Momma left me some things to reheat in the fridge, that okay?”

Elvis blinked and the look was gone. “Sure.”

He didn’t follow you into the kitchen, and you couldn’t tell if you were relieved or not. There had always been space between you, but it was always full of something. That look…

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you put two dishes of leftovers into the oven and set it to a low heat, along with a kitchen timer for ten minutes.

Sweat started to creep onto your skin, and you tried to shake away all the thoughts of Elvis, the molten look in his eyes, the way his jaw flexed as his eyes trailed down to the bust of your dress…

You needed to cool down, you decided, heading to the bathroom.

Only to open the door and be greeted to the sight of Elvis leaning against the sink, eyes closed and head tilted back, lips murmuring your name as his hand moved frantically over his-

You slammed the door with a yelp.

“Sorry!” You headed back to the kitchen, blood rushing to your face. Had you really just walked in on him touching himself?

He was whispering your name. He was whispering your name, and touching himself.

Elvis stumbled into the hallway, safely tucked into his pants. You tried to keep your eyes on his face and not on the obvious tent in his jeans. His face was just as red as yours must have been as he stuttered,

“M’sorry, you- you weren’t supposed to see that- I wasn’t-”

Your eyes flicked down, then to his face, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, I was-” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I won’t- god, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Were you thinking about me?” You asked, ignoring the way your voice wavered.

Elvis froze, before his eyes finally met yours and he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I was.”

“You do that often?”

The look on his face told you all you needed to know. He shrank back as you walked up to him, hands shaking at your sides. Suddenly all those looks, all those flashes of hunger were making sense.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen. It- it won’t happen again, I’m sor-”

Elvis was cut off as your hands wrapped around his head and pulled him down for a searing kiss. He froze again, before a moan rumbled up from deep in his throat and he grabbed at your lower back, pulling you against his hardness.

You devoured each other’s lips until there was no more oxygen in your lungs and you had to break apart or pass out.

“Why did you never say anything?” You breathed against his lips. Elvis licked at your bottom lip, humming another kiss into you before responding.

“I never thought you’d feel the same.”

Shock pulled your jaw to the floor. You weren’t sure whether to slap the man or kiss him again, but you decided on the latter. “I’ve never felt anything for anyone but you.”

Elvis growled and spun you around so you were against the wall, his hands on your waist, his tongue on your neck devouring every inch of exposed skin. The only thing in the world was the heat radiating from his body, dancing with yours. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him instinctively, the sudden contact of his hand on your bare thigh pulling a moan from your throat.

When Elvis pulled back to look at you his eyes were wild and raw. He ground against you, holding you in place against the wall as he moved. He rubbed against just the right place and heat shot through your body, releasing a sound you’d never made before, echoing up from your core to the tip of your tongue.

“That good?” Elvis asked and you nodded against him. He hit the same spot again, and again, grinding hard through your clothes until your entire body shook and you were sure you were about to die, or explode, or-

A sharp ringing cut through your moans. Damn timer.

“D-dinner.” You gasped. “Elvis, I- it’s in the oven…”

Elvis reluctantly put you down and you stumbled over to turn off the heat.

When you turned back to look at him, he was flushed, black hair messy from your fingers running through it, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them now that you were out of arm’s reach.

His dark eyes met yours and he stuttered out, “I’ve- I’ve never… Never done anything before. With anybody.”

You froze. “Not even with Dixie?”

He shook his head. “We only went to prom. She wound up dancing with Reggie from her band practice, and he took her home. That’s why I spent most of that night third-wheeling with you.”

You nodded, remembering the night. You’d been surprised when Elvis told you he’d found a date, but then a guy from the football team had asked you out and you’d reluctantly said yes.

Turned out he’d just wanted to get close to one of your friends. By the time Elvis came over, you were a third wheel on your own date. The only redeeming part of prom was driving home with him and listening to Fats Domino.

“I should’ve asked you.” He spoke, voice soft. “I was scared.”

“I would’ve said yes.” You swallowed. “I’m saying yes now.”

Elvis tilted his head. “To what?”

You closed the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. “Everything. Anything.”

You bit back everything else, all the thoughts suddenly floating to the tip of your tongue: I’ve always wanted you. I want everything you have to give me. I don’t even know how long I’ve wanted you, but you’re under my skin and I want you deeper.

Elvis hummed into your mouth, picking you up again and placing you on the table. Dinner was left forgotten on the countertop as he devoured your lips, then your neck, then lower to nip at your neckline.

“Elvis,” You whimpered, “Wait.”

He stopped immediately to look at you. “Is this alright?”

“I don’t want to… not here.” You bit your lip. “Let’s go to my room.”

Elvis’ eyes widened, then went so dark they were practically black as he understood. He helped you off the table, but you led him up the stairs on shaky legs. The whole thing felt like a dream- a good dream- but the warmth of his hand in yours grounded you to reality.

Elvis was your best friend. He’d been in your room before, but suddenly the space felt smaller; more intimate. You lay back on the pale pink sheets, watching as he drew the curtains, shrouding the room in half-light.

He paused and looked at you, eyes trailing from your face all down the length of your body.

“I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.”

“Come kiss me.” You smiled, ignoring the nerves fluttering in your stomach.

Elvis lay beside you, cradling your face in his hands before tracing his way down to the zip at the back of your dress, where he stopped again.

“What is it?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” He smiled, avoiding your eyes with a shy smile.

“Neither do I.” You reached behind yourself to pull the zip of your dress down, tugging at the top to reveal your bra. Elvis reached out with a shaking hand and you closed the gap, sighing as his fingers pulled you in.

“We’ll figure it out together.”

Your confidence brought a smile to Elvis’ face- a crooked, curled-lip smile that melted everything else away.

Your hands shook as you unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the army green away to reveal a body tanned from the summer and toned from years of hard work. You’d seen Elvis shirtless before- summer heat waves meant swimming down at the creek- but this was different. Slower. Your eyes could linger, hands touch every muscle, drawing ragged breaths from the back of his throat.

Elvis breathed your name as you tugged the rest of your dress away, leaving you in just your underwear.

Then you were flush together, tasting every inch of skin. Frantic. Like you’d been waiting all your lives for this moment, and now that it was here it could all be over in a flash. Elvis hissed as your fingernails dug into his back, pulling him closer to you.

“I want you. I need you.” Elvis panted, biting back more words- as if a mountain of confessions was stacked up in his chest, making it hard to breathe. “Baby, tell me what you need me to do.”

You took Elvis’ hand and guided him beneath your underwear, showing him exactly where to touch. You both groaned as his finger pressed on your clit, rubbing softly at first, then hard. You cried out at the sensation, before Elvis pulled away to loop his fingers through the elastic of your panties.

“I need to see you. Please.”

At your nod, he took off your underwear and you made quick work of your bra, leaving you completely bare for him. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight of you, wet, gleaming, ready for him.

“How… how far do you want to go?” His eyes flicked up to yours.

“I need you in any way I can have you.” You replied.

He frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” You smiled, and he was on you again, between your legs, thrusting against you through his pants. You pulled his lips down to meet yours, grinding hard together.

“Wait,” He panted, stopping your hand from undoing the button. “Just… slowly.”

He pulled back to look at you again. “I want to take my time with you. What this is… I want it to be special.”

You moved your hands to stroke the hair back from where it had fallen in his face. “Okay. Slow.”

The heat between your legs begged for more, and Elvis didn’t complain when you wrapped your thighs around him, moving your hips to meet his every thrust. Every brush against your clit had the heat pooling deeper at your core until you were throbbing, body begging for him inside you.

Elvis was listening, learning, and every time you moaned he repeated his movement, smirking against your neck when your sounds started getting louder and louder.

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” You panted, “Please, Elvis, I need- I need-”

He pulled back at the desperation in your voice, so new and exciting. He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence before pulling his pants and underwear away in one swift motion, stopping to pick a condom from the wallet in his pants. You looked at him questioningly.

“They were handing them out at school, I never thought I’d use one.” Elvis chuckled, pink rushing to his cheeks. “I mean, one day, but-”

“Hurry up and put it on.” You grinned.

You’d seen a flash of Elvis’ cock just once before, earlier that night, when you’d walked in on him and started this whole thing. But now it was in full view, almost intimidatingly big as he stroked himself with practiced ease before slipping on the condom.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“Please.” You were begging out loud now. “Don’t make me wait any more.”

Elvis grinned and lay between your legs, letting you adjust your hips. He sank into you slowly, as if he was waiting for a sign, for you to change your mind, or some divine intervention that never came.

You sighed as he bottomed out, rolling your hips after a moment of stillness. Elvis took that as his cue to start moving. Every slow roll of his hips brought you closer to something you’d only ever given yourself.

You’d expected sex to hurt, or at the very least be uncomfortable. That was what you’d been warned about your whole life. Yet, as Elvis moved, the only thing you could think of was the feeling, his cock inside you, and the desperate need for more.

“You okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead.

“Yes,” you hissed with pleasure as he rolled his hips again. “You feel so good.”

Elvis shifted so his weight was on one arm, allowing the other to roam every curve of your body, from your hip to your breast, brushing over your nipple. You’d never felt safer, or more loved, and the feeling had you clenching around him. Elvis groaned and repeated the action before lowering his head to swirl his tongue around your breast, shuddering as sinful sounds echoed from your lips.

“So soft,” Elvis breathed, squeezing your hip, running a hand down your thigh, starting to move faster. “My beautiful girl.”

“Elvis,” You squeezed your eyes shut as his hand found your clit again, applying pressure exactly as you’d shown him earlier.

He kissed your eyelids. “C’mon baby, show me those pretty eyes.”

You shook your head, tugging him down for a kiss and keeping him there, clinging desperately as his hips sped up, pulling a cry from deep in your throat.

Elvis was everywhere- hot lips on your neck, cool breath in your ear, arms on either side of your head, shielding you from the rest of the world. Everything that wasn’t him, you, now.

The orgasm hit out of nowhere. One moment you were focused on the pleasure of him pounding into you, the next you were crying out. Your nails dug into his back, legs tightening around his pelvis, trying to get him impossibly deeper.

The sensation pulled Elvis over the edge with you. His cock pulsed with his release as you both moaned out in raw pleasure before Elvis collapsed on top of you. You held him there, stroking his hair as you both came back down to earth.

“You’re trembling,” you murmured.

“I’ll be alright.” He placed a kiss to your collarbone. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. “Elvis, it was perfect.”

A slow smile spread over his face as he lay his head on your chest, humming appreciatively. “So does this mean if I asked you on a date, you’d say yes?”

You snorted. “I think this means if you asked me to marry you, I’d say yes.”

“How’s next week sound?”

Your heart fluttered. “Saturday at two?”

“I’ll have my momma call the church.” Elvis chuckled, rolling and pulling you on top of him. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You bit your lip as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. After years of being so close, it was rare to see something new from Elvis, but this was. The satisfied glaze in his eyes, the easygoing smile, hair mussed in all directions, the faint sweat that covered both your bodies.

He was gorgeous.

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” Elvis smiled wider.

“I’m thinking, I’m the only one who’s ever seen you like this.” You caressed his cheek and he leaned into the touch with a kiss to your wrist. “I like it.”

“You’re the only one who’ll ever see me like this, baby. That’s a promise.”

#austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #austin!elvis imagine #elvis imagine #elvis fanfic #austin!elvis smut #elvis smut #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc

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sanderchu · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request having a date with DSMP in Minecraft?

-🦄 anon

Minecraft date

Writing or [hcs]

Characters: dream, George, sapnap, karl, quackity, tommy, Wilbur

Dream 💚

- He makes this whole forest themed place for you

- It looks so magical and mysterious

- He gives you items you wanted for a bit or like enchanted armor or weapons etc

- Show off energy

- Always saying romantic things

Bonus: tommy comes out of no where and ruins it on purpose

George 🦋

- a simple house date in minecraft

- You guys make a mini shared home

- If you have a favorite something in Minecraft he hangs it up in a item frame in your shared bedroom in the game

- Very sweet and pretty romantic even if he’s not trying to be

Sapnap 🐼

- bamboo forest date

- You guys admire the pandas in the tree

- Beforehand he makes you a tree house in said tree the hang out

- Pretty quiet you guys just chat and sing on call

Karl 🌀

- he takes you to one of his time travel places to explore it more

- Mainly rants about the backstory behind it the cool mini thing in it etc

- Happy ranting boy and you guys recreate all the scenes as a joke

- Happy karl happy you :)

Quackity 🐤

- fighting

- A manhunt Mexican style

- He’s hunting your ass down

- When you kill he he rages but immediately starts to look for you again

Tommy ♥️

- literally just around the smp talking about all the lore memories

- Enjoys showing you the failed things telling you about the foaled things

- Like a walk back into memory lane together in the smp

- Gives you a rose to start off the walk

Wilbur ☕️

- very romantic with it you guys go to minecraft Disney for fun

- Enjoys going on the rides with you

- Likes to see the fireworks in the end he finds them nice

- Just very romantic in and out of game

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rinbowaman · 9 months

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Hiiii girl I think its been like a while since I sent an ask but I have a question for heethan!! So basically I was watching youtube and then in the video came the boys being dared to put their hair in 2 little pigtails. Do you think heethan would let YN do that to him or does that go against his image he has of this guy who like doesnt do stuff like that?

Love your work cant wait for the new chapter of HHP, MT, and TO

Em anon

hey love, so when it comes to silly things like that generally, heethan (bc of how dominant he is) he would carry out his attitude (kind of how he did in the couples questionairre smau/drabble) and he'll be like "thats dumb, i'm not doing that. come here and let me kiss you." if you're still upset about him not letting you do it, knowing heethan, he would do something like this....

“Pig Tails”

.................

"Come here, let me kiss you."

"Heeseung stop....."

"Whats wrong?"

"......nothing."

"are you mad because i wont let you put those stupid things in my hair?" he' spoke out as he raises your hand to his head and gestures for you to play with his hair with your fingertips. "you can play with it...just not with those stupid clips or ties."

"I just wanted to put them in small pigtails...like in the video of that one couple.....i thought it was cute."

"Sorry pretty.....i'm not into that......besides....you'd look way better in pigtails than me......you wanna puts some on for daddy?" he smirks against your throat, trying his best to not only lighten up the mood, but to get you hot and bothered.

"thats not the point heeseung...." you remained firm in your annoyance as you crossed your arms and tilted your head away from him.

Sighing in slight frustration, he pulls you in on his lap as he sits and taps his fingers along your thigh. "get your jacket, we're taking a a small drive."

Confused, you look up as he grabs his keys and hat, and extends a hand in your direction. Pulling you up and leading you out to the car, he drives you just around the block.

........................

"Oh my God, he looks so cute! I wish we could have done this sooner!"

"Yeah....i mean....its really not the same to what i wanted to do but this is good too." you laughed out as you and H/N admired your work.

"he looks so adorable!" H/n exclaims. "Jake! doesn't he look so cute?"

Nodding and strategically covering up his laugh, Jake stands next to Heeseung as they both hid their faces away, turning to the side and cover their mouths. "He looks great babe. Keep up the good work. You too, y/n."

.......................

You and H/n look and admired Johnny, or Jugnwon, as he sat there and allowed the both of you to fix his hair. With the promise of the new video game that was coming out, Jungwon agreed as Heeseung sealed a deal that both appeased you, H/n and Jungwon.

"I want the special addition with the bonus features." Jungwon remarks towards Heeseung.

"You got it." Heeseung scoffs out trying to maintain a serious face, yet failed as his eyes were watery and his skin flushed red as he cleared his throat.

"I want a new controller too."

"Yeah man, whatever you want."

"I also think i deserve a free dinner for this."

Jake nods and raises his hand as he volunteers to grab Jugnwon dinner. "I got you bro."

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seii-fantasy · 1 year

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Hey! Can I request dating headcanons for Buddha? If you’re not accepting request, you just ignore this. I just recently followed you and I really like your writings!

Ah h3ll naw ! I will not ignore , an anon's request . Sorry dear i was very busy with my birthday😅♥️

Here you goo><<<3

Little Bunny~(Hcs Buddha)

🍭If you're a deity , Our dear Buddha might ignore you , thinking that your one of these "Annoying bastards" that want to rule over everything (Even though that's what deities are supposed to)

🍭 Or if you're a simple human , he might get friendly with you because yk , Buddha became of the Einherjars and they shall get along so they could beat together the Gods

🍭He often remarked that you're always in the Garden where he always eats his sweets , he's suspicious . Until he see you , often there , doing nothing/picking some flower/taking a nap . So he stopped being suspicious

🍭Until you two started to became friend and a couple

🍭You know that kind of couple that are always funny? Well you two are , you often(not often! Everytime) tried to steal his sweets, but you fail , he always catch you .

🍭Or someday while you will be upset at him , he will kiss you , gave you throught that kiss a candy and after he will whisper "Even tho sometimes , i am such a cheapskate with the others, i'll love to make an exception for you ; sharing my candies with you , in a special way you might like it~"

🍭He definitively love making you blush, like he will tease the h3ll outta of you (but he won't tease you to the point you might cry or be mad at him)

🍭And about candies , he DO make an exception to you , for you and You only.

🍭Zeus looking right at'you jealously

🍭He loves sometimes when you play with his hair or caress it . He will sometimes purr like a cat

🍭You can do his hair , pigtails , braid whatever you want darling . Since you're his S/o , you are allowed

🍭Idk if Jakata and Gautama (Buddha) met after he became Buddha. He will take you to Jakata , since he was his only family ( we do know) and hope you two would got along pretty well.

🍭Loves to lay his head on your lap , and he wants you to play with his hair

🍭Cuddle session , big bunny(teddy) bear is hugging you , not to tight (Well just like RoR mens would do their S/o)

🍭One time , for his birthday , you gave a cake vanilla and a bouquet full of lolli . That boi was too happy that you made him this that he didn't gave much attention . Until you pout at him

🍭But he will give you attention thought

🍬Jealousy? You see that Buddha has many enemies in Valhalla , and everytime he see you with another men/God (not ur family tho) , he will keep smiling but deep down , our Shaka-kun will be jealous and upset

🍬Someone hurt you? Darling , hold your little flower , he's going to hunt down , if that person hurted you again . The door of Niflheim are open for them :) The Buddha's Harem (Conficius , Socrate and Jesus) will be there to confort you

🍬He will always defend you against gods/humans

#seijunns fantasy ❤️#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #RoRBuddha #snvbuddha #ror buddha x reader #snv buddha x reader

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scoops-aboy86 · 20 days

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not sure if you're taking prompt requests (I've been lurking hehe♠️♥️) but can we consider steddie who have sexual tension whilst also being each other's biggest hater? maybe Eddie is mouthing off to Steve and they place a bet; loser draws a card at random and if they don't complete it within the month then...I don't know but something embarrassing. let's say Eddie (cocky and on his high horse) underestimates Steve and loses the bet and draws the card: bulk up. And determined not to be a sore loser he goes all in, unfortunately he misinterprets just how much he's supposed to bulk for, and what bulking up actually entails 👀 by the end of the month that boy is busting out his pants

Hey there ♠️♥️ anon! I for sure take prompt requests, and I love the idea of these two giving glaring daggers vibes whenever they’re in the same room…

(The following is also on ao3, because, uh. It's 5545 words.)

They’d settled their differences in the Upside Down, that first time, right? Despite a shared mutual history of one looking at the other and thinking ugh, Steve had thanked someone who wasn’t a friend and didn’t have any person interest vested in his safety for coming to help rescue him from a gruesome death, and Eddie had broken with years of anti-jock, anti-popular tradition to admit that Steeeeve Harrington was a good dude. They’d even bonded a little over how much of a butthead Dustin was. Right?

Wrong. The truce only held up until Eddie nearly died by bat attack, though it wasn’t officially called off until several weeks after that because Eddie was in a literal coma. Pretty much the last thing Steve had said was to not try and be a hero, and Eddie had agreed… and then pulled that shit? The idiot had nearly bled out in Dustin’s goddamn arms—leaving the fifteen year old even more shell shocked than he had been after Starcourt when it had finally, fully hit him that Steve could have been literally tortured to death, just because he’d picked up some weird Russian transmission.

So Eddie’s first real day coherently awake and not foggy from pain meds, jarring and stressful as all that was on its own, also included a vicious reprimand to the tune of what the hell were you thinking from the former King of Hawkins High. And, hey, he firmly maintained that if you kicked a man when he was down then you shouldn’t be surprised when he goes for your ankles. The shouting match that ensued only ended when Robin, Jonathan, and Jonathan’s weird friend from California physically dragged him out of the room, while Dustin and Mike each put a hand on Eddie and effectively held their weakened DM pinned to keep him from giving chase when he could not, in fact, actually walk.

(Surprisingly, Mike is actually on Steve’s side with that one. It’s because upon returning to Hawkins, when getting the full rundown, Dustin had said, “He was dying, he was right there and I couldn’t do anything to save him… It was like when Troy told you to jump off the quarry and you actually did it. I was useless then too.” One look at his friend’s haunted expression and Mike was thoroughly pissed off at both Eddie and his past self, no matter how okay things had turned out after.)

Everyone hopes it’ll blow over, but both Steve and Eddie are stubborn as hell and convinced the other is in the wrong. Neither wants to back down, so they don’t. Things snowball into an active feud, Steve with his sarcastic comments and the bitchy faces he pulls, and Eddie jumping on furniture to deliver thinly veiled speeches about whatever his beef of the day with Steve is this time—both dramatic as fuck and not nearly as ashamed enough about how loud and petulant their complaints about each other are.

As Robin likes to say, they’re both kind of right but they’re also both morons.

So their friends do what any reasonable group of young people irreparably traumatized by intradimensional monsters would do: they trick both of them into the same room and lock the door until they either sort their shit out or knock each other unconscious. The new Hopper-Byers house has a basement that doubles as a tornado shelter that’s just perfect for keeping them contained, no windows and all.

By the time the Party lets them out, they seem to have reached a truce.

Robin finds out later, though, that they haven’t ended their feud so much as… turned it into a competition. They’ve given each other a month to get into one of the other’s hobbies, though she does not get any explanation of how the results will be judged or what the ‘winner’ gets out of this besides general bragging rights. Steve will try and learn guitar well enough to play a single song (and not that Twinkle Twinkle Little Star shit in the guitar for beginners books, an actual, recognizable song that one might hear on the radio, singing optional), and Eddie will try and bulk up.

“Bulk up,” Robin repeats flatly, picturing Eddie’s toothpick frame and absolutely failing at imagining muscles showing up on it. “Eddie Munson, who was held back for two years in part because he refused to climb a rope in gym, or participate in any other Presidential Fitness Test activity as an anti-war, anti-mindless sheep protest, is going to take up working out.”

Steve just shrugs with a smirk. “I don’t know, all he said was ‘bulk up.’ We’re not asking each other for advice—which means he can’t ask Lucas either, since that’s just, like, my advice but trickle-down style—”

“That’s not a phrase you should use, Steve. Not when you’re making… that face.” Robin is starting to think that the sexual tension between these two idiots isn’t completely in her imagination.

“Whatever, he can’t ask for my advice and I can’t ask for his. By the way, do you know anything about playing guitar?”

It’s going to be a long month.

“Okay,” Gareth begins, “I’ve done some research, and I’ve compiled a list of—”

Eddie snatches the sheet of paper out of his hand, ignoring Gareth’s grumbles as he scans it. “‘Eat lots of starch to fuel the body,’” he reads. “Okay, easy enough. ‘Lots of protein, fish is good.’ Done, I fuckin’ love fish sticks. Healthy fats, blah blah blah… ‘Recovery after workouts is important.’ Makes sense.” He flicks the paper back in the younger boy’s direction, sitting back into the couch in his trailer with an exaggerated stretch. “This is going to be easy. I can just carry amps around like usual and eat up, I’ve got this in the bag. Harrington is going down.”

Snatching it up, Gareth shoots Eddie an annoyed look. “This is bringing out a lovely color in you, dude. I might not be around much for the next thirty days.”

Eddie snorts. “Band practice,” he reminds him in a sing-song voice. “I’m thinking we can do two or three times a week now that school’s out.”

“Yeah, about that…”

And that’s how Eddie finds out that Gareth is being dragged on a family road trip next week to visit some great aunt or uncle somewhere, Jeff has already started courses at the nearest community college, and Frank has a full time job washing dishes at Enzo’s now. The latter two will probably give Eddie a good in for selling to new customers, now that he’s been freed from perpetual daily forced contact with high schoolers, but other than that it all kind of sucks.

After Gareth leaves, Eddie sulks his way to the grocery store to pick up what he figures he needs for the next few weeks. Piles the shopping cart up with fish sticks and ketchup, protein powder and ice cream (because the list had said something about smoothies, there’s ice cream in those, right?), pasta, various kinds sauces to keep things interesting, a bunch of different kinds of chips for snacking, and bacon and a carton of eggs for breakfasts. That should cover most of it, right? He can come back for more whenever, but he thinks this might last him a week. No skin off his nose when that big government payout is basically footing the bill.

One week later, Steve’s fingers are sore from trying to play his grandpa’s old guitar he had found in the attic, and he’s having a hard time with Robin’s explanation of sheet music. She doesn’t know a thing about string instruments, but she’s working out an arrangement of Everybody Wants to Rule the World that he can both read and play, so he can only complain so much.

Eddie feels vaguely bloated all the time, but he deadlifts his amps and carries them around the trailer for a while several times a day and takes care to give his muscles a nice long break afterwards. He’s already had to make a couple more trips to the store for pretty much everything except protein powder… Which isn’t that bad with enough ice cream blended in with it, and sometimes he even remembers to throw in some fresh fruit for color. Sometimes he does bananas and peanut butter. Zero complaints.

By the second week, Steve is making decent progress . He’s pretty sure, anyway. The music he plays is basic, halting, and awkward, but it’s music. The real VIP when it comes to helping him learn, actually, is Erica. She’d just taken up the flute in eighth grade, more to fulfill an elective requirement than anything else, and she’s a vicious but effective task master when it comes to making him practice. Her critiques, while scathing, usually offer the information he can’t make sense in of in a new way, sometimes easier to process. Between that and Robin helping him puzzle out where to put his hands to make the chords sound right, things are coming along.

Meanwhile, Eddie has developed a routine. He deadlifts his amps and carries them around the trailer for a while a few times a day. He cools down with a joint afterwards, and if it’s a really hot day he goes through popsicles like nobody’s business. They’re basically frozen juice. Practically just water. He’s pretty sure he can have as many as he wants, and when he gets to the goofy part of his high he sometimes deep throats them just for fun—because he’s busy with this whole bulking thing, alright? Hasn’t had a chance to drive out to Indy for some good sweaty stress relief. The munchies hit him hard and there’s something satisfying in how all the snacks he blows through (ha) make him feel sluggish and warm on their way to making him bigger. He doesn’t give a shit about building muscles, it’s just… The sense of accomplishment is nice.

Partway through the third week, Steve runs into Eddie in the grocery store. Literally.

“Oof. Hey, look where you’re—Oh, it’s you.” Eddie barely glances at Steve to make this assessment, he’s too busy trying to decide on what pasta sauces he wants to get for the next few meals. His cart is already quite full (plus there’s an entire case of Mt. Dew on the wire shelf underneath), his eyes slightly bloodshot, and he has an already open Snickers bar that he takes an absentminded bite from.

Steve has to pause to take him in, knowing that something is different but not quite able to decide what… But his brain registers it as a vaguely positive thing all the same, and he finds the Snickers bar amusing. “Jeez Munson, you couldn’t wait until you got to the register? How long have you been shopping?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, swallows, and very maturely sticks his tongue out at Steve through his plush lips, right there in the grocery store. “I was working out earlier and got hungry, fucking sue me.” He makes his sauce selections and moves on, but Steve trails after him with just a dinky little basket with a few items in hand.

Which… he doesn’t mean to do, but finds himself embarrassingly hypnotized by Eddie’s ass. (And since when is Eddie not flat as a pancake back there? Must be doing squats or something. Whatever it is, Steve can admit in the confines of his own mind that it’s paid off.)

He breaks off towards the register before Eddie says anything else to him, though—and before Eddie can notice the unexpected semi starting up in his jeans. And he gets away with it too, because Eddie is facing resolvedly away, unwilling to let Steve see the way his cheeks have flushed from that bare minimum of teasing. Because Eddie has only been in the store for less than ten minutes. Made a pass at one of the candy displays by the front entrance as he was coming in, and yeah he’s high, but usually he has some restraint. This time… he just really wanted something sweet in his mouth, and Steve’s comment makes him want to shove the rest of the chocolate bar in his mouth all at once. (Which he still does, but manages to wait until Steve is gone and hold in the little moan that wants to worm its way out around the mouthful.)

If they both go home and touch themselves for a bit after the encounter, no one’s ever going to know.

The next time they see each other, it’s because time’s officially up on their bet. Steve cannot get over how Eddie, who declines to sit down for this private little open mic event in the bland Harrington living room, fills out his jeans. It’s making his mouth water involuntary, throwing off his concentration while he tries to play the song he’s prepared. And what is up with that? He’s never looked at Eddie this way before, never had this problem in locker rooms with his jock teammates, had little trouble not looking or not thinking much of it if he did. Eddie’s not even naked for fuck’s sake, his jeans are just painted on, a stark contrast to the loose t-shirt he’s wearing.

He needs to see what’s under that shirt. Doesn’t know what he’s hoping to see, other than, just… Eddie. Which is annoying as hell, because it’s distracting while he’s trying to play—a month is long enough for him to figure out some basics and a single song, but not to be totally comfortable with the instrument.

When he’s done, he looks up from where he’s been focused intently on his hands only to see Eddie staring at him with a slightly furrowed brow, head tipped slightly to one side.

“I can’t call it good,” Eddie says slowly, reluctantly, “because it’s Tears for Fears, for chrissakes. But… I am impressed.”

Steve resists the urge to pump his fist in victory.

“For only a month of learning to play, the most painful part was really just your taste in music,” Eddie continues, smirking.

“Oh shut up.” Steve rolls his eyes and puts the guitar aside with a huff. “Your turn, Mr. Metalhead Smartass. Time for show and tell.”

And Eddie barely hesitates. Sure, he knows that he’s kind of missed the intended mark on this bulking thing, but he definitely is bulkier. His pants, the same size he’s been wearing comfortably for years, are digging in at the waist hard enough that he’s opted to stay standing for now rather than risk their integrity. He’d gotten a new, bigger shirt specifically for this occasion just to draw out the suspense of the reveal.

Part of him just wants a reaction. Like in the store, when Steve had teased him about the candy bar. He wants Steve to see him, stride over from the couch, and grab at the roll of pudge spilling over the top of his jeans. Call him out on all the pasta and sweets and nutritionless snacks, on getting high after his increasingly shorter workouts and clearing out the pantry. On the angry red stretch marks that streak the skin untouched by bite scars.

So Eddie wets his lips, and pulls his shirt off over his head. He shivers as Steve looks him over, even though it’s a hot day, and god he could go for a popsicle right now, would shove it all the way in and give Steve a show—

“Okay, let’s test it,” Steve says. “Arm wrestling, like we agreed. You want to do this in here? Or there’s the dining table, or kitchen counter.”

Eddie frowns, part of him disappointed. “Uh… Kitchen, I guess.” They can stay standing in there. No way he’s going to get down on his knees to arm-wrestle Steve fucking Harrington over a mirror-polished coffee table.

Steve waves him on. “After you then, it’s over there.”

Because Steve is trying hard not to react to a shirtless Eddie Munson in his living room. He’d seen Eddie shirtless before but that had been in the hospital, when he’d been almost more bandages than man. It had scared him then, seeing the proof of how close they’d come to losing someone this time. (Again, even if Hopper had come back.) Now it makes him want to grab, maybe push Eddie against something, just to see… what he feels like under his hands.

No, really, Steve wants to know. He can’t even articulate why to himself, but he wants, and he’s always been the kind of guy to jump first and ask confused questions later.

So they’re in the kitchen, hands clasped and elbows on grouted tile, each pushing as hard as he can. Maybe Steve started with the intent of going a little easy, though fuck if he understands why—but Eddie is really warming up now and Steve, to his surprise, is having to work a bit.

“You been lifting?” he asks.

Eddie grins, wolfish, back at him. “Yeah, I have these big amps I carry around all the time. Musician, remember?”

Steve wants Eddie’s teeth in his shoulder. Wants to bite him, all over him. Wants—Jesus fucking Christ—to watch himself disappear into Eddie’s mouth like that Snickers bar, like Eddie couldn’t imagine not wanting to swallow him down.

… Oh no.

It’s not like Eddie ever had particularly defined muscles, and what Steve now registers as extra softness all over isn’t helping them show. He was a wiry dude to start with, never meant to have bulging biceps, but that doesn’t mean he’s weak. Not after all that post-Vecna physical therapy and the past four weeks of working out with heavy band equipment.

Steve still wins the match, but it takes a while.

“You’re definitely stronger than you were a month ago,” he admits. “So… I guess I’m impressed too.”

They just sort of look at each other for a moment.

“So it’s a tie?” Eddie asks finally. “Fuck, what do we do for a tie-breaker?”

And Steve has a wild idea, one that, when he floats it, Eddie agrees to much faster than he’d agreed to the original bet.

The tie-breaker is this: they’ve ordered one large pizza each, and whoever eats the most wins. Eddie has barely stopped to consider that this might not be a fair contest; he hasn’t had lunch yet, and feels like his stomach is starting to digest itself. Hasn’t gone this long without a huge and heavy meal providing the delicious stretch to that organ that he’s recently grown to enjoy in weeks, and it’s probably a minor miracle that the hunger pains aren’t audible.

When the pizza arrives he just about tears his box out of Steve’s hands, flipping the lid and grabbing the first slice on his way back to the couch without fanfare, only a huge bite and a stifled sigh of relief as he finally plops down on the cushions and gives his feet a rest.

“Here,” Steve tells him, holding out a two-liter that Eddie hadn’t even realized was part of the order, he’d been so focused on food—and since when has Steve known that Mt. Dew is his favorite? “Hang on a second, I’ll get glasses.”

“S’fine,” Eddie grunts through a still partly full mouth, deftly twisting the cap open with his teeth, spitting it off into the distance, and raising the entire bottle to his lips for a long pull. “That hits the spot, thanks,” he says absently when he’s done, not bothering to put the bottle down as he reaches for his next slice. “Are you ever going to start on yours, or what?”

“I, y-yeah.” Steve turns away to his own box before Eddie can see the flush on his face, the one that goes all the way to his chest. What is happening to him? He hasn’t felt this tongue-tied since the first time he’d made out with Nancy, but why is it happening with Eddie?

Something about the abandon with which he’s eating, like it’s both effortless and necessary. Like he could keep going all day at the same pace, never satisfied, still chasing whatever it means in Eddie’s book to be full, and… Steve always has been a sucker for girls telling him how well he fills them up, hasn’t he? It had never meant this before but, well, there is some precedent at least.

But still, Steve thinks, as he tucks into his own pizza. Eddie. They hate each other, right? That’s why they’ve been feuding. The dude’s theatrical persona and general aura of fuck the world puts Steve on edge… but there’s no sign of either while he’s eating, wholy focused on the task (meal) before him.

Eddie finishes his pizza first, naturally. He guzzles some more of his soda, the bottle reaching about three-fourths empty, and doesn’t bother stifling a burp. Pressing a fist to his filling stomach, he manages to extend it to a belch, forcing out more of the gathering carbonation to make more room in there. Then he reaches for Steve’s pizza.

“Hey,” Steve protests, but makes no actual move to stop him. (Part of Eddie wishes he would. ‘Jesus, Munson, you ate a whole large pizza in under fifteen minutes and you still want more? You’ve really turned into a fatass.’ God, that would be—Eddie crams as much in his mouth as he can while his free hand is already reaching for another.)

“I win,” Eddie says with his mouth full, muffled and chewing but still understandable. (Fuck stopping just to talk, he’s hungry, he needs it.) “You wanna get between me and—urp—my prize, Steve? Try it and see what happens.”

And Steve doesn’t, just lets him take what he wants, and god damn if that isn’t a strange little thrill. Grease is starting to drip down Eddie’s chin, pizza sauce gathering in the corners of his mouth. No one has ever watched him eat before but Steve is watching, his own progress slowed now that the game is up.

They’re back on the living room couch, Eddie with his shirt still off and well beyond feeling self-conscious about the way his jeans are practically creaking at the seams the more he puts away. He’d give in and unbutton them (a common occurrence at home), but instinct tells him the problem is too far gone—the threshold between ‘tight’ and ‘too tight to get the button undone’ crossed. Still, he keeps eating because that feels better than stopping to problem-solve. He feels almost high under Steve’s gaze, an echo of the munchies creeping in that has him reaching for more pizza, more soda, just more.

Until the inevitable happens. Eddie doesn’t exactly notice it until he feels his belly drop, still cradled in his suddenly looser jeans.

It’s not even the button that’s popped. The entire left side of the denim has ripped down to the lower curve of his ass, bare skin bulging out because he’d forgone boxers so they wouldn’t bunch up uncomfortably under the pants.

“Shit,” he hears Steve whisper, and then bare skin is covered by warm hands and Eddie hums appreciatively as he’s cupped, kneaded, Steve’s fingertips teasing their way just under the stretched, shredded edges of fabric. Relaxing into the touch, into a quiet headspace he’s been falling more and more into over the past few weeks, where he just sits and eats.

The fact that there’s still pizza grease on Steve’s hand makes it, somehow, even more perfect.

“How did you do this,” Steve murmurs, sounding amazed, “in a month?”

Eddie just hums with his mouth full, relishing the attention. Now that Steve is focused on him he’s abandoned his own food, allowing Eddie free rein to take as much as he wants.

He wants it all. Loses all track of time in getting it. Even more so when the pizza runs out and Steve is at his side offering a lit joint, his own partly-finished bottle of soda, and packages of snack cakes.

(When had those come from? When had Steve left to get them? … Are questions Eddie barely cares enough to think, let alone ask.)

Everything feels hazy and syrupy-slow as Eddie greedily sucks down the smoke. He’s so full, but not full to bursting, not yet—and this will help him feel hungry again, help him eat more. Maybe until he can’t even move. For now, the food keeps coming, sometimes brought gently to his lips without him having to do anything but chew, and Eddie gives himself over to the pure hedonism of it.

Steve’s fingers around the joint (from Eddie’s jacket) rest against Eddie’s lips while he takes his hit. He’s still amazed that after only a month that Eddie can eat like that before getting high—how much food has he been going through in the name of ‘bulking,’ anyway?

For a moment Steve feels vaguely guilty for setting the challenge in the first place, and for impulsively suggesting a pizza eating contest as a tie-breaker… but Eddie’s rosy cheeks and hazy expression and overall eagerness for more is both a balm and a cure. And Steve listens to him chew, and gasp and moan between bites, eyes dropping down to tattooed skin, flush and growing damp with sweat as Eddie gets more and more worked up with the crinkle of every wrapper.

The pile of snack cakes is running low—the box had been full but Eddie is still going, one after the other after the other, so Steve puts the joint down and gets back to feeding.

“You look so fucking soft,” he murmurs. It’s both derision and praise, and he glances up just in time to see Eddie’s eyes roll back in time with a deep moan, squirming slightly in his spot on the couch. “Oh, you like that? You like when you get called out on how big you are?” Watching him swallow and try to breath shallow enough not to jostle himself but deep enough to actually get some oxygen, Steve licks his own lips. “How much you ate to get this way?”

Eddie sucks the last mouthful from his fingers in answer, tongue swirling around the tips. There’s so much in there already that Steve almost has more chocolate, frosting, and cake crumbs when Eddie pulls off with a wet smack than he’d had before, but it goes straight to Steven’s dick.

“Been eating all the time,” Eddie mumbles with a hint of a whine. “Can’t stop. Don’t want to.” He reaches out, not quite looking where his hand is going and groping around blindly until he finds Steve’s wrist and guides him to touch his gurgling belly. “Do you like it? Do you like me—urp—like this, Steve?”

“I really fucking do,” Steve breathes. God, his jeans are entirely too constricting right now, dick filling at the mental images of Eddie eating all the time—while watching tv or planning out his story-campaign things, even during simple tasks like putting his shoes on or applying eyeliner before playing at the Hideout, slowly chewing even in his goddamn sleep. (Which, realistically, he probably didn’t, but it’s such a heady thought that Steve doesn’t care about realistic right now.)

“I don’t even fit in my pants,” Eddie whines, pawing clumsily at his still buttoned fly while half his ass is already hanging out the rip. His pupils are stretched wide, eyes reddened, the high setting in nicely. “How, how’m I gonna go home?”

“Stay here,” Steve blurts out. “You don’t want to flash your wide ass around the whole trailer park, right? Just stay, plenty of room, and we can find you something to wear in the morning.”

Eddie nods, groans, and grips his distended belly with both hands. Steve helps as best he can, massaging over the other boy’s jam-packed stomach to coax all the carbonation from the Mt. Dew and Coke back out, spilling from Eddie’s wet and greasy lips like sweet, filthy nothings. And—

“Is it crazy that I still want more?” Eddie groans, tipping his head back to rest on the couch cushions. “Fuuuck that feels good Stevie, keep d… Oh god, mm, keep doing that…”

And then he spreads his legs wide with a groan, pausing to use both hands to finally get his pants unbuttoned. With no hint of self-consciousness, he wriggles his hand inside pants and pulls out his stiff cock, licks a long, lingering stripe along his other palm while maintaining direct eye contact, and starts to stroke himself.

“T-that’s it, keep… You’re so fucking hot, feeding me by hand,” Eddie babbles. “Letting me have this, oh Jesus Christ—”

His fist is moving in time with Steve’s ministrations, panting and with a flick of a thumb over his cock head, twist of a wrist on every pass. Steve can’t tear his eyes away from the heated flesh peeking out between Eddie’s fingers—the one on his cock and the one clutching his belly, flicking continuously between the two.

“You should keep doing it,” Eddie gasps, blind to the lack of remaining food he’s so full and gone. “Ste, Steve, that should be my prize for winning—” He pauses to let out a wet series of belches, hips practically jerking with them. “Ooh fuck, yeah, you should. You should feed me, keep making me bigger. Wanna be, mmmhmmnn, be full all the time, I’d let you fuck me even, god I bet that’d be good. W-wanna be filled from both ends, Steve…”

And Steve isn’t much better, barely blinking and throbbing in his pants, leaking a wet patch into his boxers, nodding and panting yes and uh-huh and I will. He’s thinking about how much he’s always liked going down on girls, and how different could a dick be? It’s not like he doesn’t know what feels good, and he knows the basics like keeping his lips over his teeth and using his hand for whatever he can’t fit, and Eddie’s thighs look soft and inviting. He can picture those thighs around his ears.

Wanna be filled from both ends, Steve.

“Fuck,” Steve growls, leaning in dangerously close to Eddie’s face even if the majority of his attention is still angled downwards. “You’re getting fat, man. You want to get fatter? Bust more of your clothes? The way you’re going, this thing—” he swipes a hand down over Eddie’s rounded belly and then back up to his stomach, pressing out another round of wet, breathy burps “—is going to be huge. Your ass too. You’re going to bump into things. You’re going to lose sight of your feet, of your dick. How far do you want to take this, huh? Until you can’t even reach it under all that extra padding? You want to have to ask me to help you with that? If you can’t stand me now—”

“Wha,” Eddie gasps, shuddering, so close. “No, you’re the one… Can’t—urrp—stand me…”

His voice is so petulant, so sad, that suddenly Steve gets it. They’ve both been posturing, picking fights to avoid direct rejection. And Steve, without even realizing it until now… He’d been so mad about Eddie playing the hero and nearly dying because it had scared the shit out of him, and Eddie had felt attacked and lashed out right back.

Steve slings a leg over Eddie’s, settles on him, and kisses him hard. Doesn’t even care when Eddie shakes and comes all over them both, biting Steve’s lip with a moan that could put actual porn stars to shame. Steve scrambles to get into his own pants and finish himself off a moment later, while Eddie is still catching his breath and groaning with every bump of Steve’s fist against his belly, but also still kissing him with no apparent intent of ever stopping.

And they don’t stop so much as, Steve slumps to one side and Eddie is too bloated and weighted in place by his own overindulgence to follow. Which Steve whines about a little, but his mind is too blown to figure out how to sit back up right now.

“I think I like guys too,” he says, dazed. “Is that a thing?”

“It’s a thing,” Eddie confirms, patting him on the thigh where it’s still stretched across the other boy’s lap. “If it helps, you’re taking it well.”

“Thought you said you wanted to take it,” Steve mumbles back, and feels a giddy little thrill at Eddie’s snort of amusement. “Speaking of things I just realized… Did we ever actually decide what we’d get for winning the bet?”

There’s a pause.

“I’m too full to think about that right now,” Eddie sighs, which they both know is a no. “Think I might’ve overdone it today.”

Another beat of silence, and then Steve can’t help asking, “Just today?”

A slow grin spreads across Eddie’s still-flushed face, the look in his eyes as he briefly bites his lip telling Steve that pretty soon there will be a round two. “Well now, sweetheart… Why don’t you sit back up here and tell me what you think, and we’ll just see if you’re right.”

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