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Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Request: Eddie teasing and flustering his girl best friend who has a not so hidden crush on him and he has a not so hidden crush on her but they're both blind to it With a happy fluffy ending please 🥺

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It had been a Tuesday afternoon. You only remember that detail because any other day of the week, Eddie wouldn’t have been free to give you a ride home after school. It wasn’t anything new, you were in the passenger seat of his van, the music blasting through the speakers at a deafening volume. He had just made a joke that to this day you can’t remember, but that wasn’t what did it. You turned to the window, rolling your eyes in annoyance at his teasing, everything was business as usual. That was until you glanced at his reflection, staring at the back of your head. It was a simple, innocent look, but something about it lit a fire in you that you couldn’t stamp out.

That was the moment you realized you were in love with your best friend.

You spent every day after that either in active denial, or trying your best to suppress the emotions you knew were brewing. It shouldn’t have been that hard. Eddie was just as much of a little shit as ever. His constant comments about how bad your breath smelled, or how terrible your music taste was, or slight digs at your personality in general should have been enough to completely kill the crush that you had. But the small moments where he would check to make sure you were ok in stressful situations, or when he would insist on buying you flowers when he knew you were having a particularly bad day. This moments would bring you right back to that day in his van, and the butterflies would come creeping back up on you.

It only got worse after graduation. On graduation day, Eddie had picked you up and spun you around out of excitement. Neither of you had really thought that he would be graduating with you that year, but after all the late nights you forced him to study, he had finally crawled his way past the finish line. For a second, after he had set you down, you thought that he was going to lean in and kiss you. He just stood there for a moment, staring into your eyes without saying a word, but the Hellfire boys ruined the moment when they practically tackled him from behind. You avoided him for the rest of the night after that.

Once you both got full time jobs, it got harder to spend time with each other. You began to worry that the two of you would drift apart, but Eddie would have never left that happen. The second he realized that you were worried about it, he chose to come over to your trailer every day after work.

It didn’t matter if he worked a 10 hour shift, or if he got off a 3 am, you could always expect him to let himself in and plop himself down on your couch with a loud sigh. It became a new normal to wait for Eddie to “come home”, but you hated that you thought of it that way. It was staring to feel a little too domestic. But that didn’t stop you from making him something to eat after every shift, or listening to his incredibly boring work stories for hours, or walking him 100 feet back to his trailer so he could get some much needed sleep.

On one night in September, you came home from your shift at 4 pm, as always. Your hair was slipping out of it’s pony tail, and your makeup was smudged. It had been a particularly long day. The amount of customers who had left with nothing but complaints had been higher than normal, and it had worn you out by lunch. You counted down every minute of the tail end of your shift, but not even clocking out was enough to get rid of the storm cloud over your head.

You had no idea how long you had until Eddie would inevitably let himself into your trailer, but you figured you had at least a few hours to shower and get yourself in a better mood before you had to socialize again. However, you were proven wrong when you opened your trailer door and found Eddie’s work boots kicked off to the side, and heard him rustling around in the kitchen.

“Is it too early for dinner? I mean, you always make it when I get off, but that can be like six o clock or midnight so I don’t really know what a normal dinner time is to you.”

“What are you doing here?”

He turned around to face you, now standing behind him in the small kitchen area, his shirt covered in a mysterious food stain that you couldn’t find the origin of since it appeared he was only making macaroni.

“You feeling ok?” he asked as he feigned concern and placed his wrist on your forehead to feel for an imaginary temperature. “How could you forget about your favorite person in the whole world? I’m Eddie, remember? I practically live here,” He giggled to himself before you slapped his hand away from your head.

“You’ve just never gotten off this early. I figured I had time to at least take a shower before you got here,”

“Bad day?”

You sighed and turned to finally take your jacket and shoes off. Your sigh was answer enough for him.

“You can still go take a shower. It’s not like I don’t know my way around.”

“It’s fine, you made food, let’s just eat.”

“No,” he chided as he blocked your access to the cupboard you were reaching for, “Go get out of your work clothes and get in the shower, before I help you out of them.”

“Eddie!” you yelped and slapped him on the arm, praying that the blush you felt on your cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

“I’m serious. Shower. Now,” he laughed and began to shoo and chase you down the hall into the bathroom.

“I don’t have any clothes to change into,” you pouted before he could close the bathroom door in your face.

“Get the water warm, I’ll go get your pajamas.”

You said a quick thank you as he disappeared, and you did just as he said. You turned the water up as hot as it would go, knowing that you needed to melt the day away. Eddie quickly returned with a change of clothes before running back to the kitchen in hopes that he hadn’t found a way to somehow burn a box of Kraft.

After your shower, you emerged from the bathroom fully clothed, but hair still dripping wet. You hadn’t had the energy to dry it, and the grumbling coming from your stomach was getting to be too much. Luckily, by the time you made it to the living room, Eddie was waiting on the couch with a still warm bowl of macaroni waiting for you.

“There she is,” Eddie smiled, mouth half full of noodles. He pushed the blanket that had been resting next to him onto the ground and patted the cushion excitedly.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you sighed and bent over to pick the blanket back up. You could feel Eddies eyes focusing on you as you folded it and rested it over the back of the couch.

“What’s with you today, sweetheart? Something happen at work?,” he asked, much more gentle now, as he handed you your dinner.

“Just a long day Eds,” you fought off another sigh.

“Seriously,” he stopped you from taking your first bite, “Is there someone I need to beat the shit out of? You know I’d do that for you, right?”

“Can I just eat this lovely meal you’ve prepared for the two of us?” You faked a smile and hoped your blush wasn’t too dark.

Lately, anything Eddie said made you feel a certain way. It was like he was going out of his way to get a reaction out of you, almost like he was doing it on purpose.

“Fine,” he smirked, “I’ll get my answers out of you later, Doll.”

You tried not to choke in response to that name. That was a new one, and your brain reacted a little too fondly to it. You quickly reached for the remote and turned to the first station that seemed entertaining enough to shut Eddie up.

You reveled in the silence for the short while it lasted. You loved spending time with Eddie, always had, but it had grown harder to be around him with him acting like this. The last thing you wanted was for him to figure out how you felt about him and ruin the friendship. As time went on, it was growing harder and harder to control your own reactions to him though.

Just as your heart finally began to beat normally again, right after you had finished your dinner and set the bowl on the coffee table in front of you, you hit your limit. Eddie reached out and guided your chin towards him. He made eye contact for a moment, with an expression that felt too serious for the situation, and for a second you thought he might kiss you. Instead, he brought his thumb to the corner of your mouth and swiped away what you could only assume was a glob of artificial cheese.

“Got it,” he smiled.

“I’m feeling pretty tired, I think maybe you should head home,” you nearly snapped at him. It came out more polite than you expected, but much less than you meant for it to sound.

“But it’s only like 5:30,” he pouted. It was obvious that something was off. He usually wouldn’t get off work until much later than this, and would still end up staying longer than he had today.

“Like I said, long day. You should get going.”

“Come on, y/n, did I do something?” he tried to reason with you as you began to usher him off of the couch and towards the exit.

“Eddie, I just wanna be alone right now, ok? Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“No,” he dug his heels in just as you had nearly gotten him to the door, and turned to face you, “Something’s up and I’m not leaving until we resolve it. You know what they say, never go to bed angry.”

“Eddie, that’s for married couples.”

“And we’re practically that.”

“Excuse me? No, Eddie, we aren’t practically anything!”

“Woah, ok, I was just joking around sweetheart.”

Had you been thinking straight, you would have noticed that Eddie almost seemed offended at your reaction to his joke. But you were far from level headed, and all you knew was that he had no right to tease you like that if he didn’t mean a word of it.

You groaned and rushed around him, opening the door to make the invitation to leave feel more like a demand. But if there was one thing you knew about Eddie Munson, it was that he was the most stubborn piece of shit, beating out even you.

“You know for a fact that I’m going nowhere until you tell me what I did. I know this isn’t just a shitty day. It may have started out that way, but you’d never kick me out over just that.”

“Well maybe today was just extra shitty, Eddie. And maybe the cure to a shitty day is to not have you around to make me even more miserable.”

You hadn’t meant it, it had just slipped out, and the second you saw Eddie’s face drop, you had regretted it. But it was too late to take it back, and you still desperately wanted him out, so you just stood in silence, trying not to let any hot tears free from your eyes. You cursed yourself for your tendency to cry at any situation that made you raise your voice.

“Y/n, seriously, what did I do?” he asked, voice laced with deep concern, and took a nervous step towards you.

“Nothing, I just want you to leave, please.”

Your tears had begun to fall, and Eddie would have been able to sense your overwhelm from a mile away. He was unsure what to do though, since in any other situation, he would offer his presence to console you. He tried to comb through the night in his brain, trying to pick out anything he had done to upset you. Once he remembered the last thing he had done before you asked him to leave, he had an inkling of what may be happening.

He gently reached out and grabbed your hand to pull you even closer to him, and he proved himself correct when he saw the way you nearly winced at his touch. He knew you well, he had once declared himself an expert on everything y/n. But, he had missed the most important thing there was to know about you.

You loved him in the exact same way he had loved you from the start.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

“What?” you exclaimed, the surprise putting a pause to your tears.

“That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Eddie,” you warned, and pulled away from him, gently this time. There was no more malice towards him, just defeat. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you wouldn’t want,” you finished as you turned to walk back to the couch. Before you could get far, he grabbed your arm once again and spun you around to look at him.

“Then let me kiss you because I want to,” as he spoke, his demeanor changed from confidence to match your insecurity, “Please.”

You both stood, staring at each other as you tried to take in what he had said. The butterflies in your stomach were trying to convince you that he meant it, that he really had wanted to kiss you, but your brain was trying to let you down gently. He had had a million chances to kiss you, to make a move, to do anything. But he had always chosen to tease, to make you think that what had blossomed between you was nothing but one sided. You were ready to turn him down, to try to preserve your friendship and your heart, until his hand reached out and cupped your cheek.

He slowly took a step towards you, never breaking his line of sight on your eyes. He moved as if you would turn and run at any sudden movement, and his heavy breathing gave his nerves even more away.

He wouldn’t be nervous if he were lying. That was the final thought you had before you launched yourself into his lips. There was no way he was going to get the glory of kissing you first. Not after all the teasing he had put you through.

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takecareluv · 9 months

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hello, maybe some headcanons/concepts on meeting vinnies friends🥺love your stuff so much

she’s the one || vinnie hacker x reader

word count : 873

author’s note : i thought i posted this already ?/? i’m so sorry, nonnie! i didn’t realize it was still in my drafts >.< i hope you like this! i started writing it as a short concept but then it became longer so i turned it into more of a headcanon / blurb ( idrk !) also thank you so much for your kindness <3 mwah !! <3

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vinnie’s down bad from the moment he met you, there’s no doubt about it. he’d been practically begging the universe for a girlfriend for ages now and finally, after months of sulking and swiping left on the endless amount of l.a. girl that are basically carbon copies of each other, here you are ; everything he’s been searching for — a diamond in a sea of glass.

after just one date with you, he knew you were the one and he wasn’t shy about sharing his excitement. his friends weren’t used to this side of vin, and although most would find it annoying to hear him go on and on and on about this perfect girl he’d been seeing for only a short period of time, his friends were happy for him ; and dying to meet the mystery girl that’s got their best friend cheesin’ non stop.

it wasn’t too far along in the relationship that vinnie would bring up introducing you to his friends. they meant the world to him, and now so did you, of course he couldn’t keep you hidden for long.

you, however, were extremely nervous to meet the infamous group. knowing vinnie’s current living situation, you knew his friends would be around a lot ; so in your mind, if they didn’t approve of you, you could kiss your relationship — also known as the best thing that’s ever happened to you — goodbye.

vinnie assured you a million and one times that wasn’t the case and you had absolutely nothing to worry about. his friends would love you just as much as he did — well maybe not as much as vinnie did, that would be impossible, but a close second.

so here you were, sitting passenger side in vinnie’s mazda, on your way to his house to meet only a few of his closest friends — baby steps, as vinnie called it.

the car ride was filled with vin whispering sweet nothings to calm any and all of your nerves ; his hand on your thigh, as it was during every car ride you shared, giving gentle squeezes as to say a silent ‘i love you’ ; and short kisses pressed to your lips, cheek, forehead — anywhere vinnie could reach while the light was still red. it didn’t take long for you to become a blushing mess and forget all the worries that filled your mind only minutes prior. that was the effect vinnie had on you, and one of the many reasons you loved him — you’ve never felt more safe and happy with anyone in your life.

after a longer ride than anticipated, thanks to the constant bustling streets of l.a., you pulled into the driveway of vinnie’s gigantic home.

the anxiety you were feeling quickly came back to you once you saw just how many cars filled both the driveway and garage of the house — way more than you expected. vinnie could see you eyeing them while simultaneously doing the math in your head. he realized by the looks of it, it would seem as if there was a party going on inside when in reality, as he hurried to explain to you, most of those cars were his own — immediately causing you to let out a big sigh of relief. but wonder, how many cars does one person need?

being the gentleman that he is, vinnie opened the car door for you, holding his hand out to guide you towards the house.

before you made it to the front door, he paused, pulling you into a hug as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. “i love you and they’re going to love you, i promise. you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

and vinnie was right, like always, he was quick to remind you later. his friends adored you.

jett was especially impressed with your knowledge on cars — little did he know it came from all the babbling you heard whenever vinnie visited you after just spending hours at the warehouse.

you originally planned on staying for only a little bit before heading to a dinner reservation, but the boys begged vinnie to cancel it, not wanting you to leave just yet. and how could vinnie say no to that. he was just thrilled to see his favorite people getting along.

instead, he ordered food for everyone and you spent the rest of the evening watching anime and playing games with the group — getting yourself into an intense game of mario kart with jack.

hera even joined the party and cuddled up right next to you on the couch, squishing herself between you and vinnie.

vinnie couldn’t help the smile that was glued to his face. his best friends, his favorite girl and his precious cat all together in one room — it couldn’t get better than this.

when it was time for vinnie to drive you home, the boys were already inviting you back over for a barbecue the following weekend. a barbecue vinnie didn’t even know they were having until that moment.

the following morning they were all telling vinnie how lucky his was to have found you and that you were definitely the one. even commenting on how they’d never seen him so happy.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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TXT reaction to having a s/o way shorter than them

Genre: Romance, fluff

Warnings: None

Description : Txt reaction to having a s/o (you) being way shorter than them

a/n: Sorry if this is short yall, (see what i did there lol) but this one is for all my short baes! really just all of y’all bc TXT boys are TALL

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Yeonjun

- man thinks your so cute

- Literally it hences out his protective mode when he’s with you

- Like if someone hurts you? oh they’re dead

- okay one day, he heard a loud bang in the kitchen, he went to go see what made the noise and he just sees you on top of the counter, clearly struggling 😭

- And he’ll just be like, “Do you need some help y/n?” and you’re just like “NO” bc you know he’d bring it up later if he helped

Soobin

- The height difference between y’all OMG

- Of you need him to get something for you that’s too high for your reach, he will be so happy to help

- He gets butterflies like crazy when you look up at him

- You’re his plain out weakness, you’re just so small and cute it’s so hard to say no to you like ever

- i think the height difference makes him feel so much more confident bc he’s just more comfortable around you in general

Beomgyu

- He’s a teaser

- loves how tough you are despite your height LOL

- When you guys start to playfully banter with each other he just HAS TO bring up your height

- can’t take you serious when you’re mad

- but just know, if someone else is mean or says something rude about your height, he will COME for them

Taehyun

- Doesn’t like to bring up anything about you’re height, he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or something so he just doesn’t talk about it

- but heFinds you so precious

- Tries to be so gentle and soft around you

- He loves how he can just pick you up and hold you 🥺

- lowkey he kinda has a problem babying you sm LOL

Huening Kai

- HIS ADORABLE S/O

- Just wants to pick you up and smother you with kisses

- admires you when you aren’t looking

- he likes to watch over you, he hates when you get hurt

- doesn’t like to make a big deal abt the height difference but sometimes he just can’t help it

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flowercrowngods · 11 months

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hello i’m attempting something for steddie week too, but it'll be one large thing probably @steddie-week

day 01: pining

2 new messages

eddie The Problem munson: —steeb —esteban —stefano —stevie —love of my life apple of my eye pls pls tell me i can call you —i am very chill etc etc —no i’m not —let me call youuuu —😠🥺🙏

Steve snorts as he picks up his phone and reads Eddie’s messages that keep coming in his usual spam of consciousness, a giddy feeling spreading in his chest as he snorts and goes to answer.

— Call me then, coward

Not a second later, his phone rings. Steve picks up immediately, even though he considers making Eddie wait; just to be difficult. Just to calm his racing heart that is always so lively around Eddie.

“What,” he says, attempting to sound bored and annoyed — in vain, because even he can hear the smile on his face. Traitor, he thinks to himself.

“Steve,” Eddie sing-songs, drawing out Steve’s name like he does every time he’s happy. “Steve, Steve, Stevie.”

“Ed, Ed, Eddie,” he sings back, relaxing into his couch and shutting the laptop. Lesson planning can wait, he decides, shuffling all the loose pages into the text book and placing his laptop on the pile, trusting that physics won’t betray him. “What’s got you so happy, hm?”

“Why do you think I’m happy?” Damn idiot has a smile on his face as he asks that, Steve can hear it. It makes his own grin widen and he huffs into the phone.

“I literally know you, babe.”

Babe. His heart flutters every time he says it — and he tries not to, because it’s meaningless, it’ll never happen. But Eddie picks it back up every time, and Steve is weak. God, he is so, so weak.

On the other end, Eddie hums and Steve basks in the sound for a moment. It’s always so contagious, Eddie’s happiness, and he wants to soak it all up. Wants to be the reason for it. Wants, wants, wants.

“You do,” Eddie says, his voice so light and fond it makes Steve’s whole body tingle. And his heart flutter. And it fills him with such happiness that he feels like he could take on the entire world right now, just with the way Eddie’s voice went all soft on him.

God, he’s hopeless. So, so hopeless. But he’s also weak. An addict, leeching off Eddie’s attention, getting a kick out of the smallest dose, and absolutely certain he couldn’t survive if it were taken from him. He needs it. Even if it kills him a little bit, because—

“She said yes.”

Steve blinks. “Huh?”

“Chrissy. She said— She said yes, Stevie. We’re getting married.”

He says it and he sounds so happy. So, so happy. And Steve is the world’s worst best friend for the way he freezes, the way he almost drops his phone if it weren’t for the vice grip he has on it, frozen in time and space because his heart has stopped beating. It has stopped, surely, because no beating heart can hurt this much. No beating heart can crack open and still work the way it used to three, five, seven seconds ago.

Eddie, bless his entire soul, laughs to fill the silence, and it’s the happiest sound. A boyish one, like there is no pain in the world and not a worry on his mind. A bit hysterical, too. Like he can’t believe it himself yet. Like this is the best day of his life and saying it again has reminded him of it. At least that’s what Steve imagines it feels like when someone wants to be married to you. He wouldn’t know, of course, as the only person he would ever ask is already engaged to someone else. Apparently.

Eddie is engaged.

Engaged and laughing and so, so happy.

And Steve feels nauseous. Dizzy. Breathless. His eyes begin to sting and the hand that’s holding his phone begins to tremble, his grip so tight it hurts.

Steve feels… too much. His hands tremble and he tries hard not to cry.

“You’re getting married.”

“We’re getting married.”

They’re getting married.

Fuck.

Someone has to tell Robin. Because in true Platonic Soulmate manner, Steve and Robin fell in love with the two people who are in love with each other. Like the chaotic mess they are.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner,” Eddie continues, a bit more sober now. Sounding genuine and sufficiently awkward about it, in true Eddie-manner. Like the big old softie he secretly is. “I would have, but…”

But I know you’re in love with me and didn’t want to burden you with the love I carry for someone who isn’t you, Steve’s brain auto-fills helpfully. But you keep flirting with me and there was never room for someone else when I was with you.

But, but, but—

He swallows and drags in a deep breath past the pain in his throat where all the words he can never say are forming a massive lump.

“Hey man, don’t worry about that, we all know I suck at keeping secrets,” he offers. And it’s a lie, because he has kept this one thing secret for years and years. This one thing, this huge and all-encompassing thing that he can feel in the tips of his fingers when he is texting Eddie, and on his tongue when they are talking, and in his heart even when he is sleeping.

This one thing, this one secret, is his never-ending love for Eddie.

And he will add another one to that, a lovely little friend for it. To keep it company. That other secret, of course, will be the way his heart has shattered into a million little pieces and will remain that way until he can’t even look at Eddie anymore. And even then will he look at Eddie and smile at him, and Eddie will smile back and the pain will flare up again.

Again and again and again, for the rest of their lives. Possibly even beyond that.

“You do suck at that,” Eddie chuckles, though it is quieter this time, almost private. Fond. Gentle. Always, always like that. It used to mean something once. And if Steve closes his eyes, he can imagine that Eddie smiles his secret smile, the one Steve has only seen directed at himself. It almost breaks him.

Eddie’s I have known you for a whole eternity and love you beyond words, silly, but you also make my life so much harder-smile. That’s what he has dubbed it because that is what Eddie had said the first time he smiled like that when Steve was drunk off his ass.

But. But, but, but—

It’s no use to think of that now, to reminisce and imagine what might have been if… Well. If Steve weren’t Steve.

And that sure is a dark path he doesn’t want to trudge now, not in the face of the even darker path of Eddie getting married that he sure as hell will have to walk down for the rest of his life.

He sighs and tries to think of something to say. Something good. Something that is not Please don’t marry Chrissy. Please don’t take yourself away from me. Please. Please don’t get married to anyone who isn’t me. Please open your eyes and see me, please listen to me, please understand what I say when I say I love you. Please.

He kind of spaces out for the rest of the conversation, not really listening to Eddie’s words over the ringing in his ears and the pumping beat of his shattered heart.

Eddie speaks softly to him, the undercurrent of happiness and contentment still in his voice, and it would give Steve life, it would be contagious, it would be so very precious if it didn’t also drive the knife of pain ever deeper into Steve’s entire soul, slicing him apart with no one around to put him back together again.

Splitting him in half. One half that just wants Eddie to be happy, to sound like he does right now for ever and ever. And the other half, loathing that Eddie’s happiness is not inspired by him, not because of him, not in any sort of relation to him.

It’s not fair. And Steve is torn. So he shuts himself off and lets Eddie ramble, tells him that he is tired after pulling an all-nighter again and wrangling the his difficult seventh graders that were particularly hard on him today when the other man asks him if he is all right.

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, and a traitorous tear rolls down Steve’s cheek at the caring exasperation he hears there. “How often do I need to tell you that sleep is important? You’re gonna wear yourself out at this rate. And the kids just suck.”

“I know,” he says, and sniffs, willing the tears to not fall. Not until Eddie has hung up on him.

“Aww. That emotional, huh?”

At that, Steve sobs out a laugh and gladly accepts the way out. “Well, excuse me, my bestest friend whom I love very much is getting married soon! Or, well, I hope it’s soon, nobody has time for all that suspense. Anyway, I am allowed to be emotional about this!”

Eddie chuckles again and sighs gently. “Yes, you are. I’m glad you are. Thank you, Stevie.”

Don’t thank me. Not for this. Not over this, please, don’t thank me.

“Don’t thank me,” he says with a grin, and it hurts his cheeks from how forced it is. “Thank yourself for being brave enough to actually go through with the proposal! We both know you’re chicken shit.”

Just like me, he thinks. Just like me.

They laugh and it sounds hollow to Steve’s ears. He just wants the phone call to end, wants this to be over with. Wants them to not get married. Never, ever, in this life or the next.

He wants… he wants Robin. No, he needs his best friend, his soulmate. He can’t cry alone, not about this.

Eventually, Eddie hangs up, that smile still so audibly his lips, and that painful happiness still very clear in his voice. Steve wants to share it. But he can’t.

All he can do is stare at the phone in his trembling hand before he closes his eyes and lets himself cry, his head falling back against the couch until he slumps over to one side. He stares and he cries until he can’t anymore.

Eddie. The love of his life. Is getting married. To Chrissy, the other, platonic love of his life, who is like a sister to him. Who, coincidentally, is the love of his real platonic soulmate’s life.

Fucking hell, the mess they find themselves in!

After a while of pitifully staring at the wall, all cried out and feeling thoroughly pathetic, he lifts his phone and speed-dials Robin.

“Stevie?”

He sniffs, and it must sound as awful as he feels, for her next words are, “I’ll be right there. Alcohol or ice cream?”

“Both?” he whimpers after a moment, and Robin hums right back.

“I’ve got you. I’ll be there in ten.”

She hangs up before he can say anything more, and he is overcome with all the love he holds for her.

As he waits for her to come over, he does not move from the awkwardly half curled-up position on his couch, the lesson plans for tomorrow forgotten completely. This is his life now. His Eddie-less life. His engaged-Eddie life. His loveless, hopeless, endlessly pitiful life.

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#steddieweek2023 #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #dio words #listen idk if this'll be a whole thing but I hope it will (but also I've written almost the exact same premise for the Witcher once before #so if you feel like this is too familiar I swear I am not plagiarising this is just me again with a hallmark typcial trope dont yell at me #please 🤍#it’s technically not day one for me bc it’s 3:42am but eh

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yeonzzzn · 2 months

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Enha hyung line when you ask if they’re ready for a baby

oh my goodness I love this 🥺 this could go both sfw and nsfw so i’m writing it as both 🤭

𝜗𝜚 heeseung would be so happy. asking if he’s ready to have a baby with you? like his heart would be doing backflips just at the thought alone. raising a baby with you would be the happiest time of his life. he’d answer back with a soft yes, reaching over to place a kiss on your lips and hands cupping your face, his thumbs rubbing up and down your jaw line, “we’d be one hell of a family, my princess.” heeseung would be getting so excited, his cock growing hard and twitching against his pants, the thoughts of making a baby now reaching his head, his kisses growing deeper and hands now running up and down your body, “come on princess,” he whispers, pulling you into his lap, hands lifting your shirt over your head, “let’s make a baby now, ya?” his thumbs now looping into his shorts and boxers, lifting his hips up to pull them down and removing your clothes, steadying his hands on your hips as you slide down onto him, “will pump you so full of my seed and breed the fuck out of you, making me a daddy.” he bites his lip as you move against him. fuck he couldn’t wait to see a miniature him/you running around.

𝜗𝜚 jay wouldn’t hesitate picking you up and carrying you off into your shared bedroom at your question. cock already hard at just the thought of fucking into you until his cum is spilling deep inside you. he’d shove his tongue down your mouth as he undresses you and then himself, lining his pulsing cock to your dripping cunt, “no time like the present, right baby?” then shoving himself into you, pinning your hands above your head as he piston into you, his hips smacking against yours with the lewd sounds of your juices filling the room. “can’t wait to fill this sweet pussy with my cum,” he growled in your ear, “can’t wait to see you pregnant, god the sight already sounds so sexy,” jay’s brain was going fuzzy at the thought of you carrying his child. the thoughts of being a dad softened his heart, picturing the two of you raising your child together, growing as a family. “we’ll be such good parents my love,” he whispered as his cum painted your walls and kissing you softly, “I can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”

𝜗𝜚 jake would start tearing up the moment you’d ask him. you wanted a baby? with him? it’s all he could ever ask for. to start a family with you. it was the happiest moment of his life just hearing those words escape your lips. he’d plant multiple kisses on your lips and all over your face as he chants out “yes yes yes yes yes.” even though it would be a happy moment, jake’s pants would grow tighter, but not in a lust full way, but in a way it was such a turn on knowing you loved him enough to want a child with him, in a way of love. “sweetheart, let’s make a baby now? please?” he’d ask in between kisses on your lips, waiting for you to nod and pulling you into his lap, softly and slowly removing each others clothes until you were now wrapped around him riding his cock. jake would continue to kiss you softly, hands gently gripping your waist as you moved against him, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chanted against your lips, “i can’t wait to breed you, I can’t wait to be a daddy.” his heart was pounding against his chest, tears filling his eyes again at the future the two of you would have.

𝜗𝜚 sunghoon would blink at you, confusion on his face, “you want a baby? with me? you’re ready to take that step with me?” sunghoon would do everything in his power to not jump your bones the minute you nod and confirm you did, in fact, want a child with him. even as he tried, he couldn’t hold back his smile or keep his hands to himself, pulling you too him and smiling against your lips as he kissed you, “you love me that bad to make a child with me?” you nod, smiling just as wide as he would be, “then let’s get to it now, ya? I don’t think I can wait much longer, I need to get you pregnant right now.” sunghoon would lay you down on your back, his hands removing your clothes and his until they are thrown all over the living room, his cock sliding into you in a swift motion, fucking into you fast but gently. he loved the thought of seeing you pregnant, loved thinking of laying on the couch or bed with you, his head resting against your tummy, leaving kisses and whispering how much he loved you and your future child, it got him going, pushing his cock faster into you wanting to cum as quickly as possible, not wanting to waist anymore time. he needed you pregnant. “make me a daddy, baby,” he moans in your ear, “take my cum, let me make you a mommy.”

#yeonzzzn asks #enhypen hyung line #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #lee heeseung #jay park #park jongseong #sim jake #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #enhypen #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #yeonzzzn writing

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onismdaydream · 4 months

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bro, I've been wanting to read a step brother for a while now and I'm SURE that only you could do something as good as I've been thinking. So, can you do one where Leon (RE2) is fantasizing about his little sister? imagining how he could fuck and abuse his little sister's big breasts 🥺

sorry i made u wait for a month but i finally wrote something :3 i hope u like it!! <3

tags: mdni. 18+. stepcest (siblings). afab/fem reader. masturbating (m). voyuerism (leon watches reader without their knowledge). he's obsessed with your tits obvi. not proofread.

He didn't mean to. Honest.

But he couldn't help but steal a quick peek as he walked by your room, your door open just the slightest bit. He could see your reflection in the standing floor length mirror, the one with those little strings of ivy wrapped around the top. Your room was always so cute.

You were rifling through your closet, the hangers clanging into each other as you pushed past each article, trying to find the perfect outfit. Leon couldn’t wrap his mind around the amount of effort you put into your appearance. You already looked perfect in his opinion, no need to waste all that time getting ready.

Biting on your sparkling lip gloss covered bottom lip, you pulled out a frilly skirt, a pretty shade of pink that you always seemed drawn to. Leon suppressed a groan when you bent down to slide your lounging shorts off, his eyes glued to your panties. They showed off your ass in just the right way, hugging your wide hips and barely covering anything. It’s like you were putting on a show for him, like you knew he was there watching you. Wishful thinking, to say the least. Knowing you, you would slap at his chest, calling him a gross perv for staring at his step sister before you would run off and cry to your daddy. And then he’d get an earful from his mom and that wouldn’t do.

He should really stop, walk away while he was ahead, but then you started to twist your hips to watch the material twirl around you. And he was fucking mesmerized.

It’s not like Leon didn’t know you had a nice rack, he wasn’t blind. Especially when you would wear those tight tank tops or those low cut shirts that you almost burst out of, or god that absolutely not appropriate excuse for a swimsuit you’d sport during the summer. Family trips to the beach would make his mouth dry and he’d have to run to the bathroom to jerk off at the sight of your wet body. He would never admit how quickly he’d cum, his hand covered in sticky white as he tried to catch his breath.

But this was different somehow, more authentic. The lacy bralette didn’t do much to support your tits, the slight movements of your body making them bounce. He wanted to stick his head between them so bad. Suffocate him between those massive things and he’d die a happy man.

You seemed content with your choice, nodding your head with a soft hum before you walked towards your dresser to find a top. Leon could feel his cock straining against his underwear, the tightness becoming too uncomfortable to ignore. Thinking fast, he pulled out his phone and snapped some pictures of you, your full breasts and perky nipples beginning to prod at the thin fabric, a sight too perfect to not capture. His eyes caught your own in the mirror for a split second before he bolted as quietly as he could to his room.

Leon slammed his door shut and immediately fished his aching cock out, gripping at the base as his head tipped back against the wood. He didn’t even need the pictures honestly, the image of your beautiful tits at the forefront of his brain. God, what he wouldn’t give to just feel them in his hands, to grope and squeeze the fat of them. They’re probably so sensitive, you probably cry out when someone tweaks at your nipples. Probably liked them being sucked on, too. He could imagine you pulling at his hair as he licked and bit at those swollen buds, your voice turning whiny as it always does when Leon teases you.

Maybe he could convince you to let him fuck them, let him slide his fat cock between your tits. All you would have to do is push them together a bit, just enough so he could feel your soft warmth surrounding his length. Surely that’s not asking for much, right? It’s not like it’s actual sex so it’s completely fine. Just let him use your body for a bit and he’d make sure you felt good, too. Leon’s a nice guy, after all.

He didn’t even realize how hard he was fucking his fist until he felt the familiar coil tightening in his gut, his mind running rampant with images of you and your fucking tits. It was pathetic, really, how fast you get him all worked up like this. It hadn’t even been five minutes and he’s about to blow his load, his tip practically drooling with precum.

The sound of your voice calling out his name made him tip over the edge, a loud moan slipping past his lips as his jizz coated his hand and dripped to the floor. He could hear your hurried footsteps come closer to his room, your palm banging on his door as you yelled at him. So you did actually see him, huh.

He wipes his dirty hand on his pants, stuffing his twitching cock back inside. He didn’t really care to listen to exactly what you were threatening or what insults you called him, not that it really mattered anyway. Leon had a pretty good idea of what he could do to get you to shut up.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #stepcest #perce.doc #resident evil #.resi

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daydreamingyuta · 5 months

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NCT as Husbands Series: Yuta

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!yuta wc: 996 nct as husbands masterlist

Yuta is my fav man so to me, he’s the absolute best husband!

He would be completely obsessed with you. Like you didn’t think it was possible for him to become more obsessed with you, but ever since you two got married he's been on a whole different level. A lot like his love for Mark but intensified because you're his wife.

But Yuta can also come off as hard to read sometimes, not always making his emotions known. So I think Yuta would find comfort in the fact that even though he’s not showering you with love at the moment, you still know just how in love with you he is!

He’s also possessive but not in a (super) toxic way just in a “that’s my wife” kinda way. Which is one way he shows his love for you. like nothing makes him more proud to be your husband than when other guys are clearly looking at you, but he’s the only guy you’re concerned with! and you know exactly when it’s happening because of the little smirk he gets on his face.

Also this man is obsessed with blowing kisses for some reason and it’s the cutest thing in the world! So he would be constantly blowing you kisses especially over FaceTime when he can’t actually kiss you. (or he would send you a quick video if you can’t pick up)

I think one of the most precious things about him is that, when he likes someone, he makes sure that they know how special they are to him. like the way that he would genuinely make you feel like the most beautiful woman that's ever walked this earth! Compliments from him would leave you blushing and replaying his words over and over in your head all day! but as soon as you tell him how handsome he is, he’ll get so shy and cute about it 🥹

One thing that he’s going to make sure of is that his baby is happy!! He literally cannot stop himself from spoiling you and showering you with love 🥺🥺

You hated the fact that one wrong thing could happen, and your whole mood would be ruined for the day. You had gotten into a disagreement with a friend today over dinner and you couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't even that big of a deal, it was just annoying that they couldn't see your side of the argument. Yuta could tell that your mood was sour as soon as you got home, plopping down on the couch without even changing into sweats like you usually did. "You're back home early." He says, wrapping his arm around you, letting you lean into him. You hum in response and he knows that you don't really want to talk about what’s put you in a bad mood. Since he doesn’t know what’s bothering you, he quickly searches his mind for ways to make you feel a little better. He sits there with you for a good minute, stroking your hair to comfort you, when he thinks of the new cookies you had bought but haven't tried yet. "Hey, did you want to try those new cookies you got from the store?" He smiled to himself when you perked up slightly at the thought of a sweet treat. "Yeah, I forgot about those." You two walk into the kitchen, Yuta instinctively putting water in the kettle for some tea as you get the cookies out. "Their coffee flavored right?" "hmm…?" You inspect the packaging until you spot the description of the cookies. "Yeah, they’re mocha flavored." You point at the packet showing Yuta as he leans down to get a closer look but then he surprises you by giving you a quick kiss on the cheek instead. You give him a playful smile as he gets two mugs from the cabinet. Once the tea is poured, you both try the cookies which turn out to be amazing. You both express your delight by nodding your head at each other because your mouths are full. As you enjoy your treat, you find yourself talking all about your disagreement with your friend. It's nice to talk to your husband because he's such a good listener, but reliving the conversation made your mood go right back to annoyed. Yuta actually gives you some good advice once you finished telling him the whole story, which he could tell made you feel better, but he still wasn't going to be satisfied until he saw your pretty smile that he loves so much. "Hey, stay here." He says, as he leaves the kitchen. You wait there until he returns, phone in hand and looking something up. You're confused for a good minute until you hear him playing one of your favorite songs. He grabs your hands, and you know he wants you to dance with him. You follow his lead as you sway with him to the song. He can see a smile creep onto your face as he presses more into you. You bury your head into his neck and stay just like that for a while until Yuta gets an idea. He pulls you two apart gently so he can spin you in a circle, which causes you to laugh because the song that's playing does not warrant him to be spinning you around like this at all. Yuta flashes you a proud smile, beaming at the fact that he made you laugh. "Now spin me around." You shake your head at him, but comply with his wishes, spinning him around not once, not twice, but three times until he’s satisfied. The song ends and you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a big kiss for being so adorable. "Have you always been this cute?" "Only when my sweet wife needs to get out of a bad mood." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you back.

#yuta #nct #nct 127 #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct scenarios #yuta x reader #yuta x y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #established relationship

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devildomditzy · 1 year

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Aaah!!!!! I’m so excited for this!!!! Would it be alright if I requested “I need you beside me.” ❤️‍🩹🥺 for Mammon? I love all your work, and I can’t wait to see everything that comes out of this event!!!!

Thank you very much ❤️ I hope I make you cry a lil

(this one got way too long)

TW for gore, spoilers for lesson 16

Also should have mentioned - ooc mammon bc i want to see him get angry

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Things changed after that day. As much as you hate to admit it, seeing your lifeless, cold, dead body in your best friend’s arms really does fuck with you.

You became fearful, jumping at loud noises and avoiding the attic. A simple hand laid on your shoulder could provoke the most blood curdling scream, and necklaces were out of the question. If you felt even the lightest of touches around your throat, you’d panic into fight or flight mode.

And it wasn’t just you that changed. No, every brother personality’s shifted ever so slightly, and while you made a point not to mention it, you can’t say you were that fond of their new…‘quirks’ so to speak.

They became softer, too afraid to set you off into a spiral of memories that’s hard to come back from. They made sure you were never alone, a trait that while comforting, was becoming extremely bothersome. They watched you, ever present like hawks just to be sure you were still alive, you were still breathing, you were still with them. And even more so, they watched Belphie.

You’re trying to be nice, fuck, you’re really trying your best. Now that the news that you’re Lilith’s descendant has washed over, Belphie has taken a new, rather innocent interest in you. When he smiles that sweet, gentle smile at you, asking if you want to take a nap together, all you can see if his twisted, self righteous smirk, his lips upturned in laughter as he squeezed all the life out of you, crushing your windpipe and slashing a large, deep, sickening gash along your chest, reaching down to your stomach. It might have not happened to this version of you, but since Barbatos merged the times lines, it might as well have. You have all the memories, all the burning feelings, all the swelling pain. And now you had to learn to live with that.

Progress was being made, you told yourself, in order to keep spirits up, not letting yourself wander in your head too much. Hey, just last week you stopped crying when he was in the same room! You could tell it made Beel happy to see you two interact. He’d try to offer to sit in on movies and naps to get you two acclimated to each other, but you just couldn’t . It’s not only your mentality holding you back, there was a physical force stopping you form getting any closer. Quite literally whenever the opportunity would arise, Mammon would grab your wrist in a vice grip, pulling you behind him and answering for you.

“They’re not interested in anything that has to do with ya.”

His body language screamed protection, and the gaze he shot the youngest reminded everyone he’s the second most powerful avatar. Honestly, you were thankful for it. You didn’t want to hurt Beel’s feelings, but the thought of being in a room with Belphie without Mammon made you want to throw up.

Group activities have been attempted. Family movie nights were once again ago, but the second born made sure the two of you were the farthest possible distance from his younger brother while still being able to see the screen. The atmosphere always awkward, intense, suffocating. You noticed Belphegor’s gaze reach you a few times, a small smile on his lips.

It was almost unbearable, if not for Mammon.

It once was rare that you felt Mammon’s aura become dark and foreboding, so rare that it took so long for you to see his demon form, the first time being at the ball Diavolo held. It was the first time you’d seen one of them like that and your brain didn’t scream in fear. Hell, he was the only brother who hadn’t tried to kill you. The amount of restraint he usually had was commendable.

That was all out the window now.

Mammon stared across the room at his brother, eyes throwing a wordless threat towards him.

“Dontcha wanna watch the movie Belphie? Ya keep starin’ at them yer gonna lose the plot.”

You’ve never heard him so emotionless.

So cold.

So threatening.

Unsurprisingly though, the youngest had decided he had enough of your protector.

“You don’t own them, Mammon”, Belphie grumbled under his breath.

“What did ya just say?”, Mammon shot back, his voice laced with venom, daring Belphie to answer him.

“I said you don’t own them!” The seventh born raised his voice now, tone matching Mammon’s in a lethal contest. “I said I was sorry! I’m trying to make up for lost time, but I can’t if you keep being their guard dog! We’ve barely seen them all week!”

The rest of the room stayed surprisingly quiet at first, simply observing the exchange in anticipation, waiting to see who would make the first move, if any move at all.

“Make up for lost time? Ya wanna make up for lost time when you almost made us loose them for good?”, you notice Mammon begin to clench and unclench his fists in what you have come to learn is an attempt to calm down.

“Ya better shut yer mouth before I shut it for ya. Permanently.”

This was going to break bad any second.

“How about I choke ya out till I cave your throat in? Slit ya down the front until you’re bleedin’ out and cryin’ for mercy, huh? How’s about I make you feel like they did, kiddo?”

Your eyes widen and shoot towards the only source you know who could stop this. As if waiting for your cue, Lucifer stands up and puts a hand to Mammon’s shoulder.

He leans in and whispers something harsh, quietly so the others can’t hear but loud enough for you to take in.

“Enough. Mammon, I understand your anger, but I will not allow anymore deaths on this property.”

When the second born does not seem to back down, he continues,

“Don’t you think they’ve seen enough carnage?”, he gestures towards you, and the action makes Mammon falter.

“Now, take them back to their room and calm down. If this happens again, I won’t be so forgiving.”

Mammon hangs his head, making his expression unreadable to you, huffing out shaky breaths before wordlessly grabbing your shoulder and ushering you out of the room.

You now find yourself seated on your bed, watching him pace relentlessly. He’s talking to himself under his breath, but you’ve never been good at reading lips. Usually between the two of you there’s never a dull moment, never a lull of silence. Right now though, you’ve got it. And it’s scaring you.

“Mammon?”, you question cautiously, trying to get his attention. You can tell he heard you by the way he jolts, but chooses to ignore you to continue his circling.

“Mammon, please?”

He stops, back facing you. At least he’s listening.

“I…”you struggle to find the right words. “I really appreciate you looking out for me.”

With that, he finally turns to face you, cobalt and golden irises finally locking onto yours. He looks pissed, but you can tell he’s trying to calm down for your sake.

“And I really appreciate you hanging out with me all the time…but, I don’t want that to get in the way of the relationship you have with your brothers.”

“Nuh Uh. No no no no no, nope. Don’t blame that idiot’s actions on yerself,” he sighs, grabbing you by the shoulders.

He kneels down now, meeting you at eye level.

“Listen, okay? And listen good cause I’m only gonna say this once. Our family’s problems shoulda never became yer own, got it? None of this is yer fault. Just…you were kinda… how should I put it…wrong place wrong time?”

“So you’re saying it would have been better if I wasn’t picked as an exchange student?”

“NO!”, he winces once realizing how loud that came out, with a speed that needed to cut off that line of thinking any further.

“But you guys have killed humans before? You even talked about eating them, and I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, but Beel definitely has, so why do you care about me? All of this started because you have to protect me, you’re honor bound and pact bound. If you didn’t feel the need to protect me so…so strongly, you would have never been mad at Belphie. Hell, you probably would have felt the same way about me too.”

You drop your gaze, unable to look at him now. The tears that pin prick your lash line threaten to pour over and fall down your cheeks. You become surprised as a hand comes up and wipes them away.

“Fuck, you’re an idiot, ya know that? Sometimes you can be a bigger idiot then me, and that’s sayin’ sumthin’”.

You head shoots up to angrily glare at him only to find him giving you the most sincere look you’ve ever seen on his face.

“You comin’ here didn’t change anything. Belphie woulda done anythin’ possible to kill the human exchange student if it was you, or any other schmuck. An I woulda had to look out for them, too.”

You ponder it for a moment letting his words sink into your skin. It sounds logical, you know that, but you still can’t help but blame yourself. He can almost see right through you.

“But, I don’t want any other schmuck, got it? You’re my human and I’m your first man. Ya know what that means?”

“It means I have to give you my undivided attention or you’ll throw a hissy fit?”

“Wha- Hey! No!”, He tried to look mad, but how can he when you giggle so brightly.

“It means you’re mine, idiot. There is no one else because no one else could even compete with ya. Of course I’m gonna protect ya. I can’t go loosing ya”, you can hear him choke on his words a bit before continuing, “not again.”

You reach out and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest and holding on as tight as you could, almost for dear life. He lifts his head of unruly white hair to look up at you.

“I need ya beside me.”

#obey me #mammon #om #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me headcannons #obey me mc #mammon headcannons #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon x y/n #mammon drabbles #om mammon #omswd mammon #dddroadto2kevent

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enigmaticagentalice · 1 year

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the thing about Cassandra and Varric is that they are just SO GOOD, SO CHOICE, SO 👀🥺😳 because like...they hate each others guts, they have so much in common, they’re both the family renegade, they both lost their only brother, they both have grand, outsized public personas that eclipse the people they actually are, brave and stubborn and loyal to a fault, they would very probably - with little sentiment and hardly a second thought - die for each other, but lock them in a room together and you’d return to an icy silence at best, they won’t give each other a single goddamn inch, after their biggest fight both of them will apologise to YOU the Inquisitor and admit they were at least partly wrong but they both point-blank refuse to talk to each other, but Cassandra WILL speak to you earnestly and gently about Varric’s faith and his virtuous heart, and Varric WILL write an entire NOVEL just...for a joke...for the lulz... as if writing an entire smooshily romantic smutty romance novel is an absolutely normal amount of effort to put into a Jape™ for someone who hates you, because of COURSE they hate each other, Varric even tells Dorian outright that just because two people don’t get along doesn’t mean they’re going to kiss, not like in his books, but the thing is his books are EVERYTHING because he believes in stories and so does Cassandra, it’s how they met after all, they’re both romantics, idealists, people who care so much about the world and everyone in it, people who believe deep down in sunsets and roses and happy endings and heroes, she dragged him halfway across the world because she believed he could help and he stayed because he wanted to believe it too, she loves his books but she can’t stand HIM of course she can’t, she’s a Seeker of Truth and he’s a professional liar, and he’ll get along with just about anybody, embrace the rogues and reprobates of the world with open arms but not HER, she expects too little of him and demands too much, she’s got a stick up her ass except when she doesn’t and he takes nothing seriously except when he does, but no they’ll just keep sniping and bickering like an old married couple and fighting side by side as the world falls apart around them, looking everywhere with eyes wide open except at each other

#Dragon Age #cassarric #cassaric #tethraghast #Dragon Age Inquisition #DA:I #Varric Tethras #Cassandra Pentaghast #yes maybe I've been replaying this game recently and yes maybe I'm a little drunk #but god #GOD #they're so CHOICE #if these games didn't want me to ship them #why did they give me the freshest zestiest juiciest potential enemies-to-lovers story ever

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milkywaydrabbles · 6 months

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Hi, can I ask you 21 (threesome) for kinktober with Rindou and Inui, please? 🥺

A/N: I've made an entire world to be able to put these two mfers together LMAO sorry it took so long to get out, but I'm quite happy with the result! Hope you enjoy it too!!!

Threesome x Rindou, Inui

Rindou and Seishu had been your friends for as long as you could remember. You know you met Rindou first--in elementary school, right before he and Ran started becoming trouble makers. You remember how quiet and shy he used to be in comparison to his loudmouth brother. He would always hold your hand when you were little, Ran poking fun at his little crush whenever he could. You remember having to move away in middle school, crying for days because you weren’t going to the same school as your favorite boys anymore. (Rindou would never admit to this, but he cried for days too. Ran would tell you later on.)

You remember when you met Seishu, curious about the boy with the burn on his face. He stayed away from you for months, refusing to acknowledge you. You wouldn’t push it, not really, but you would offer him parts of your snacks or your lunches. You’d find him alone sometimes, and just sit with him in silence, until his friend would snatch him away to do god knows what (you later find out his name is Kokonoi). One day he finally told you that he was in a gang, that it was dangerous for you to be around him--that you should stay away. You shrugged anyways. You knew he was in a gang. You’d known the haitani brothers, of course, you knew that life. You weren’t a part of it, but it never stopped you from being friends with them. And you told him so. His eyes widened, hearing the name Haitani--he asked if you’d seen them recently, and you nearly started to cry again like all that time ago when you first moved away. He brought you to them a few weeks later after asking for a temporary truce, and private meeting with them.

The brothers and Inui tried to stay away from each other after that, if only to keep away from gang violence against each other.

Years and years later, you still stay in touch with the three of them, mostly Rindou and Seishu, full grown adults and out of the gang life now. You visit Seishu regularly at S.S. Motors, bringing him lunches and spending time when your schedules allow (Shinichiro regularly pokes fun at Inupi, squinting his eyes at him whenever he sees the faint blush fall on his cheeks.) Rindou calls you every day, sometimes when you’re with Inui, throwing him a grumble of a ‘hello’ , only for you to laugh and reprimand him for being so jealous (you see him later that night to make up for it.) And you continue your life this way, seeing your favorite boys day in and day out. Some of your coworkers start to feel bad for you, saying you’ll be ‘alone forever’ if you keep giving them all this attention and not trying to find love for yourself. They take you out that weekend, begging you just to let loose and have fun, even letting you pick where you want to go. You pick a club the Haitani’s own, naturally, but you don’t tell them that.

Rindou happens to be there that night, and so does Seishu, surprisingly enough. Shinichiro wanted to bring him out along with his brothers and Draken, a ‘boys night’--to unwind and just have fun. He agreed, making respectful conversation with Rindou when he found him by the bar. Neither of them notice you’re there for a few hours. They’re not looking at the dance floor, they’re not interested. But eventually Shinichiro pulls Inupi out of the conversation with Rindou long enough to point in your direction--obviously tipsy in the way you’re stumbling, and wildly uncomfortable. A man is behind you, grinding himself into your ass and hands groping at your body--they notice you try to shove away and look at your ‘friends’ for help--they’re too far gone in drinks and conversation with other sleazy men.

It doesn’t take long for both of them to spring into action, Rindou ripping the guy off you by his collar and Seishu pulling you into his chest. The drunkard was ready to jump at their throats, but of course security got involved before anything else could happen-it was Rindou’s club. “Hey, you okay?” Seishu spoke directly in your ear so you can hear him, and your hands grasped at his shirt, eyes wide going between him and Rindou. “Sei,” You choked out, pressing yourself deeper into him while looking at Rindou. “I wanna go home.”

Rindou led you to his car as Seishu grabbed your things from the coworkers you came with, and promptly took his leave--a nod of acknowledgement from the rest of the guys understanding he’d be leaving with you.

It was a short ride to your apartment complex, and you sat in the car with glassy eyes begging them both to come upstairs with you. You were nearly fully sober now, the man shaking you out of the nice buzz you had.

“You’re not usually one for going out, pretty.” Rindou commented, pet name not unnoticed by Seishu ( though he didn’t say anything about it). You sighed, shrugging. “It’s my co workers they’re--” “A couple of dicks.” Seishu mumbled under his breath, which had Rindou cackling, even you cracked a smile. “They’re not that bad. Not at work anyways...they keep saying I should go out and meet someone.” Both men scowled, looking at each other before softening and looking back at you.

“Do you want to meet someone?” Rindou questioned, though he felt he already knew the answer.

“...No. Not really. I like where I’m at. But they think I...” You paused, biting your lip looking between the men. “But they...?” Seishu’s turn to speak. Another sigh.

“They think I spend too much time with you two. That I won’t meet someone if I keep spending all my time with you guys.”

There was a pause in the air, before they cautiously approached you on the couch, sitting on either side. Rindou spoke up first. “Tell ‘em to fuck off.” He whispered, a hand cupping your knee thumb rubbing the side. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do, sweetheart.” Now it was Seishu speaking, and had Rindou raising his brow at his term of endearment. They both obviously were very comfortable with you, having their own sweet names for you that didn’t make you bat an eye. You giggled at their words, one hand covering Rindou’s and the other on Inui’s cheek. “I know--you’re my favorite boys, and I don’t think that’ll ever change.” You admitted with a smile, before collecting your hands back in your lap. “But..but what if I am alone forever? What man wants someone who spends all their time with other men? Even if they are her best friends...”

“You’ll never be alone, sweetheart. You have us.” Inui tried to console you, caressing your jaw--a sad smile on your lips. “I know but not like that--”

“Yes you do, pretty girl. Don’t you know that?” You turned your attention to Rindou, staring into your soul with the way he was looking at you. You swallowed, mouth drying suddenly. “You have us like that. You always have.” Your face was growing hot, trying to wrap your head around what they were saying. You tried to brush it off as just alcohol in your system but you knew better--you knew you weren’t even inebriated anymore. Rindou starts again.

“And you got me all the way fucked up thinking about other men, baby. Barely like sharing you with Inupi.” The blonde chuckles behind you, rolling his eyes. “Feeling’s mutual, Haitani.” You heard the playful tone of the blonde behind you. They’d become closer friends than they’d like to admit, thinking their conversations would be dry since you were the only common ground. Turns out, they were wrong, banter even when you weren’t around.

Breathing felt heavy, like the oxygen was turning into stones the second it hit your lungs. “I don’t--I don’t understand.” You stuttered out, feeling hands on you from both of the men. “Hey, relax sweetheart. It’s just us, we won’t ever hurt you-you know that.” Seishu whispered into your ear and it felt like electricity shot down your spine, and then he spoke again. “We love you, sweet girl.” You felt like crying at the admission, body on fire. You loved them too, you always have. They were your boys, no one could ever come close to them. Rindou wiped away tears you hadn’t known you were shedding, thumbing over your cheek with desire burning in his eyes, “and we want you. You want us too, baby?”

He barely got the question out before you started to nod.

“Mmh, Sei, feels good.” You breathed out, running your hand through his hair below you. Inui had sat you down on his face seconds after they got you naked on your bed, running his tongue between your folds, suckling at your clit and pushing the muscle deep into your cunt. In front of you was Rindou in all his glory, cupping your face with his large hand and bringing you closer to kiss you- your first proper kiss with him. It’s better than you ever imagined it being, and you imagined it more often than you’d ever admit. He ran his tongue over your lower lip, asking for permission, which you promptly gave. Your mouth parted open, graciously accepting Rindou’s tongue and rubbed yours against his, drool pooling in the corners of your mouth. Below you Seishu pushed into you deeper, nose pushing against your nub and it had you moaning into the other’s mouth. You humped into his mouth, which made you sloppy with the kiss. Rindou parted and you gasped, eyes already hazy and fucked out. “Look at you, baby--you want us so bad hm?” He teased, and you couldn’t help but pout. “‘Course I do, you’re my boys--o-oh fuck, Seishu!” You whined, hand gripping at his roots as he licked through your folds and sucked your clit again. You looked down, heart stopping at how Inui was staring at you--like you hung the stars in the sky yourself. “Fuck,” Between the way he was making you feel and the way he looked at you, you couldn’t help but cum earlier than you thought you would. Legs twitching on him, Inui lapped up all the juices he could, slurping and moaning against your pretty pussy. You pushed off him when it became too much, trying to catch your breath, of course they wouldn’t let you. Rindou kissed at your throat, whispering against you: “Suck my dick, pretty girl.”

Your head was guided down, swallowing hard when you finally had a good look at Rindou. He was big, and honestly it made you nervous to take him in your mouth. The brother pet at your head, pinching your jaw and tilting your head up to him again. “S’okay baby, just the tip...I’ll fit.” You salivated at how good he looked above you, and you were determined to take most of him in your mouth. Pretty lips wrapped around his length, suckling at his head and kissing around the tip, then dragging your tongue down to his balls and back up. “Fuuck, just like that baby, get it nice and wet.” He cooed, pressing his hand on the back of your head as you slowly took him down your throat. He would have felt embarrassed of the moan he let if it weren’t for the fact that it was you sucking him off. Rindou has wanted you on his cock for years, and this night was just a dream come true. Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick, pumping the rest that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. You were absolutely messy--spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth and slowly dripping down your chin, while his cock was a wet mess with how you slobbered on him. You looked up at him through your lashes, tears in the corners of your eyes. Your skin felt hot, letting go of all inhibitions as you sucked your best friend’s cock. Rindou tilted his head back, but not enough to get you out of his line of sight. He’d be damned if he broke eye contact with you, looking up at him so prettily. This view would burn into his mind, and he prays it’s all he sees when he closes his eyes from here on out.

You’d nearly forgotten about the blonde, before you felt his girthy tip prodding at your hole. You let out a whiny squeal against Rindou, pushing your ass back onto Seishu as he lined himself up. His hand gripped at your hip so hard you were sure you’d bruise. “So impatient,” He mumbled to himself, watching his cock get swallowed up by your tight heat. Your eyes rolled back, stilling your ministrations for a moment while you tried to catch your bearings. Rindou was big, but so was Seishu, his cock stretching you out more than you’ve ever felt with any other man you’d been with. Rindou took over for you, grabbing the sides of your face and fucking into your mouth--with as much care as he could, trying not to go too hard. It was difficult to control himself when you gurgled and moaned around his cock like that, eyes nearly going cross eyed with ecstasy coursing through your nerves. You bounced back and forth on both cocks, Rindou using the momentum to fuck deeper into your mouth. “Breathe, baby, fuck--taking my cock so well, you look so fucking good.” Rindou praised, seeing you take him more into your throat. It was hard to listen to his advice, when Seishu was fucking you so good behind. His hand came down hard on your ass and squeezed, both hands now gripping your cheeks and spreading your ass so he can see how your pussy lips wrapped around his length. “Pussy’s so good, sweetheart, fuck, fuck, fuck, so tight.” You clenched at his words, moaning so much around Rindou he pulled you off his cock before he could cum, “wanna hear how loud you’re getting pretty.” He kissed your jugular as you cried for them, babbling about how good Inupi was making you feel, how big and deep he was--gripping onto Rindou’s biceps in hopes for some sanity. As Rindou kissed you, Seishu leaned forward himself to leave open mouth kisses on your shoulders. “Love you, sweet girl, love you so much.”

You felt your tears falling freely again, sniffling and whining around his cock. “Love you, Sei! Love you, love you, aah fuck! Love you!” Rindou’s hand crept down your body and his fingers found that beautiful bundle of nerves and rubbed as he kept kissing around your neck and face. You screamed, cumming for the second time tonight harder than before. Your vision went black for a moment, body shaking and leaning into Rindou for stability. Seishu stilled, spilling deep in your sloppy cunt. You felt so warm, feeling his sticky cum shooting into your deepest parts. He’d cum so much you felt cum spilling out from the corners of your pussy even as he had you plugged up. Slowly he pulled out, seeing his cum ooze from your hole, making even his softening cock jump. Much like Rindou, Seishu had already dreamt about making love to you--he’d never imagined it would be like this, but fuck he couldn’t complain when you let him fuck you raw and cum inside you with no complaints, much less scream that you loved him. You were so tired, but you couldn’t stop until Rindou got off--you’d never leave him like that. So with sluggish arms you pushed him down against the headboard and climbed on top of him, trembling legs and all. “Take your time baby, it’s okay.” He whispered to you, gripping at your waist as you slowly pushed yourself down on his cock. You gasped, the feeling of him filling you up was almost too much. He leaned forward and nuzzled into your neck, panting against your skin. “God your pussy’s so fucking tight, you’re driving me crazy baby--fuck, I love you.” You let Rindou pound into you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and gripping his hair, moaning. “So good Rinnie, so good--I love you Rin, love you so much.” You bounced on his lap, feeling him bully his dick deeper into your abused hole. Your moans got louder, pressing your tits against his chest, begging to be closer to him. You pussy twitched around his length, Seishu’s cum covering both of your thighs and making an absolute mess--sticky webbing connecting the both of you. Frankly Rindou couldn’t give less of a fuck, your cunt was everything he’d ever hoped for. He angled himself to fuck right into the gummy part of your walls that had you creaming around him with tears in running down your face. “There we go, baby--you got one more for me yeah?” His jaw was clenched, barely getting the words out as he tried his hardest to push back his own release just to see you cum again. “Come on baby, give it to me, fucking give it to me.” Fingers rubbed and pinched your clit again, and you felt the weight of your orgasm crashing into you like a truck. You mindlessly babbled and cried against him, body shaking and twitching as you felt him continue to pound into you bordering overstimulation until he spilled himself into your cunt.

The smell of sex was heavy in the air, only pants heard. “Love you both so much.” You sniffled, hiding your embarrassment in Rindou’s shoulder. He laid you down, Seishu ready with a wet rag to clean you up the moment Rindou let you go. “Love you, pretty girl.” Rindou said proudly, as Seishu gently whispered ‘I love you’ into your ear with a kiss, wiping you down. They’d get you comfortable, dressed in fresh clothes to sleep in--the squeeze in your bed was tight for the two bulky men, but they’d rather die than let you go.

You don’t think you’d ever look at another man again.

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