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sashiavi · 2 months

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Jealous SDV (hybrid?) boys rutting into you after getting jealous after smelling someone else on you <3

Ahhh oh goshhhh okay- I need to whip smth up for this

(I got carried away - forgive me? I went for a ramble and it became smth- I wrote enough for warnings 😭)

PuppyBoy!Sam jumping on you when you finally return home! Hugging you, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing in your scent with a happy sigh when you card your hand through his hair.

PuppyBoy!Sam who stops short, nose pressing hard into your skin, inhaling an ever familiar scent; Sebastian, the Catboy.

PuppyBoy!Sam who whines and whimpers, his yellow-blonde ears drooping down. The smell distressing him despite being best friends with Sebastian for many years - He squirms and cries, glomping over you, tail frantically wagging as he makes an attempt to heavily scent you.

PuppyBoy!Sam pressing his body to your own, weight keeping you on the surface of the bed below, feverishly rocking his hips into your cunt. Heavy balls slapping into your pussy, warm hands all over your body.

PuppyBoy!Sam who can't help but bite and nibble at your skin, slobbering all over you. His tail wiggles and wags, ears pinned to his head, poor croaked voice whimpering and whining, moaning out silly insecurities and desperate attempts to soothe himself.

PuppyBoy!Sam just can't stop crying. "You love me, I know you do!" "M' a Good Boy! Right?" "Better than Seb- Love you more-!" Babbling nonsense while he humps at your gushy pussy and feverishly rubs at your clit.

CatBoy!Sebastian lazily crawling to you on the lounge when you return, slinking across, tail swishing calmy as he snuggles up, gently pawing at your chest.

CatBoy!Sebastian tucking his face into your neck as he carefully kneads at your skin, peppering kisses and nose boops behind your ear.

CatBoy!Sebastian letting out a little feral growl at the offensive scent of someone else lingering on your clothes and skin - Probably that stupid dumb Jock CowHybrid!Alex. His ears pin and his tail stands static.

CatBoy!Sebastian biting and licking his corse tongue over your pretty, sensitive nipples. Hands kneading at your thighs, lips latched over your pert buds. If he thought and imagined hard enough, he could taste your sweet milky cream on his tongue.

CatBoy!Sebastian who gets a little carried away with the thought of you swollen and leaking milk just for him and his Kittens. He can't help but rut and grind up on your clothed cunt.

CatBoy!Sebastian who wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing subtly, coaxing your tongue to lul out of your mouth.

CatBoy!Sebastian who spits on your tongue and kisses you after. Searing hot, canines clattering your own, biting into your soft lips as he pulls away, eyes quinted and lips downturned in a pouty frown.

CowHybrid!Alex knocking his forehead softly into your own, mindful of his budding horns, bringing you into a warm hug after your night out at the Saloon.

CowHybrid!Alex kissing your temple, shucking off your coat to hang up, noticing a wet patch and catching a whiff of something odd - Spilt beer no doubt, tangled in something spicy.. Jalepeno poppers?

CowHybrid!Alex wasting little time, instincts running rampant. Easily manhandling your pretty self to the nearest counter, head in the clouds, mind only focused on reclaiming what was his.

CowHybrid!Alex falling victim to his own Bull heritage - Rutting his cock up between the pretty swell of your ass, horns poking pressure into the back of your head. His jaw threatens to nip and bite into your neck, rough, large hands pressing you down.

CowHybrid!Alex who makes haste at his pants, revealing his veiny leaky cock, pushing the sticky, squishy tip up against your wet panties. Grinding and pushing the barrier of your underwear, messing up the fabric even more with his own leaky pre.

CowHybrid!Alex pulling your panties aside and fucking his thick bull cock into your pretty pussy, tumbling himself into a rut. He moans and shouts, hands on your hips to pull you back on his length.

CowHybrid!Alex who can't help but stare at his fat, drippy bull cock burying up in your tight, wet cunt.

CowHybrid!Alex who would go again and again, releasing his hot milky cum over and over, Marking up on your insides. Messy and gooey, dripping down his own front as he humps at you from behind.

BearHybrid!Shane walking home with you from the Saloon, after a big night of drinking and Pool with the other younger patrons of the town.

BearHybrid!Shane grumbling as you enter the front door, kicking off his shoes. Bending to put them on the rack, standing with a crack in his knee and a glare when you giggle at him.

BearHybrid!Shane who pretends to be mad, pulling you in for a big warm hug, wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you snug and tight.

BearHybrid!Shane who lets up a little, nose pressing into your hair and neck, catching a whiff of an abundance of hybrid smells - Some Canine, Feline, all sticking to your skin more than he'd like - Surely those youngin boys weren't stupid enough to make an attempt at anything? Right?

BearHybrid!Shane who thinks he just has to mark you up better, to let everyone know who you really belonged to.

BearHybrid!Shane rubbing his scratchy chin on your neck, pressing his larger body on to your own, putting a warm pressure on your skin.

BearHybrid!Shane licking at your skin, nibbling, biting, kissing up on your torso, leading down, down, down your tummy to your core.

BearHybrid!Shane squeezing at your hips and thighs with his large, warm hands, pawing at your body, caressing and teasing over all the most sensitive and ticklish spots. His large thumbs swiping over your cute, drooly pussy, his own mouth nearly watering at the sight.

BearHybrid!Shane suckling on your clit, lapping his tongue through your sticky folds, grumbling to himself between your legs cause you're just "Too fucken' sweet" "Like fucken' honey, Baby".

BearHybrid!Shane and his scratchy 12 o clock shadow scraping your inner thigh. Large, warm hands squeezing at your hips, pulling your pussy onto his tongue.

BearHybrid!Shane with his lips smushed up on your cunt, nose bumping up on your clit, pretty purple eyes peering up through his dark brow, furrowed and grumpy while he laps and suckles on you. Just spitting and drooling up on your thighs, marking you up with his teeth and slobber.

(I don't have a favourite what do you meannn)

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dotster001 · 10 months

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What kind of parents are they?

Requested by @stygianoir

A/N: as per usual with these long ones, staff and non NRC will be a separate post that I someday make

CW:raising kids, but gn. No talk of whether birthed or adopted

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Riddle Rosehearts

1 kid

Riddle is a learn as you go kind of parent. Breaking the chain is hard. It takes generations. He knows that, so was always hesitant to ever raise kids. But with you he thinks he can speed up the process. He is a little strict, you can't win every battle, but he's much more understanding. And that's the difference between him and his mother. If he makes a mistake, or upsets your child, he takes the time to understand and grow from it.

Trey Clover

3-8 kids

He's a jovial father. He's calm but everyone can see he's just so happy to have this life. He's the kind who will quietly sit with the kids to help them with homework, boop their noses with chocolate frosting, tell the worst dad jokes ever that make them laugh so hard they pee, and tucks them in snuggly so "the monsters can't reach them". A soft man, who when he passes, the kids will always remember dad as someone who had a smile for everyone.

Cater Diamond

0-2 kids

Honestly, Cay Cay is one of the ones who if you wanted to have kids, you'd have to try hard to convince him. But for the sake of these HC's, we'll ignore the 0. In all honestly, he starts out incredibly scared and tense. He's worry he'll break the kids. But he slowly gets over it, and becomes the cool dad. The dilf at pta meetings His holiday cards are always the best, he sets up a haunted house for the neighborhood during Halloween, puts on a light show during the winter, dresses the kids in modern fashion…a lot of parents are so jealous. They wouldn't be so jealous if they knew the literal blood sweat and tears he puts into it all though. You need to tell him to calm down from time to time.

Ace Trappolla

2-5 kids

Hybrid of cool dad, and concerning dad. He'll let the kids do pretty much whatever they want, as long as they don't disrespect you. Sure you and your friends can go snowboarding, but your room better be fucking spotless, or you'll be praying to the seven for your soul. Yeah you're friends can- what the fuck do you just say about Y/N? No more friends. You're grounded. You'll have to try your darndest to get him to watch his language. Spoiler alert, he never will.

Deuce Spade

3 kids

Deuce is the kind of dad where, when people asks if he wants to raise a boy or a girl, he says boy. Not because he doesn't want a girl, he's just scared he'll fuck her up on accident with some of his behavioral tendencies. But in the end…he's a girl dad. He raises three girls, whether by birth or adoption, that's just how his luck turns out. And he's the best goddamn girl dad ever. By kid three, he only wants girls, cause how the fuck do you boy dad? Even as the girls get older, he isn't scared of some of the things that come with women. He always carries pads and pain killers. Anytime they need advice on relationships, and societal problems, they know they can go to dad.

Leona Kingscholar

1 kid

The one is a struggle for him. He doesn't want to have a second born who will go through what he did. So only one kid. That's it. He…to his surprise…turns out to be exactly the way Mufasa raises Simba. Stern when necessary, but totally down to rough house and play. He never even thought he had the energy for a kid…turns out he does. He loves his little rat more than life itself, and will do anything to prep him for life so that he can have the things Leona never did.

Ruggie Bucchi

5-8 kids

Teaches his kids early on to be light fingered. Imagine a bunch of hooligans running through the street, and when they're gone, you realize you're wallet is gone too. That's your kids. But only when you're not looking. He's raised them to understand not to snitch on dad. 😒 Otherwise no one can have fun. Other than that, he's a really soft dad. Playing with the kids, good for hugs, cooking meals that get them all their nutrients, but also provide comfort. The moment he can afford it, Ruggie is becoming your perfect little househusband.

Jack Howl

5 kids

He's the kind of dad that outsiders worry is a little cold and distant. But that's not the case. They just don't know how to read him. He has his own language that his kids perfectly understand. Left eyebrow quirked=what do you think you're doing? Right side of mouth quirked up=I'm so proud of you. Left side quirked down=that's not funny. Etc etc. The kids can always count in dad for snuggles if they are sad or have a bad dream. Even if he doesn't always remember to verbalize it, they always know they are loved.

Azul Ashengrotto

He's the one who has every step of his parenting and finances planned, to flawless perfection. And then immediately panics when he realizes you can't plan for everything, children are unpredictable. The first kid that breaks a bone, he's just wanting to go back to his octopus pot. Not to mention if your kids are birthed, he's not prepared for half octomer, half human, kids. He's unprepared, and very scared, but he's a loving dad…even if he seems too tense sometimes.

Jade Leech

1-3

He's the Gomez Adams, raising little Wednesdays. Female and male Wednesdays, but Wednesdays nonetheless. So excited, big smile, happy to be alive with you, and with your kids! Meanwhile the kids are all dark and brooding. It always looks so professional when you all walk up in business attire, Jade smiling, as the kids, also in business attire, have the darkest expressions on their faces.

Floyd Leech

2-15

Rough housing dad. He raises a bunch of chaotic rascals. They're all sweet kids, but damn some of them have so much energy it scares the neighbor parents. Then they'll look over and see eel merman wrestling three of them and laughing like a mad man. He'll bandage them up, and give them kisses on their boo boos, but he won't calm down. Not that he needs to, they don't want him to calm down. Dad's fun!

Kalim al Asim

8-whenever you say to stop 😁

Party dad! He's a, "we rather you tried it at home than with strangers" kinda guy. By the time he is parenting, he's a little better at self control though, so he's willing to be that buffer, and help kid's stop before their limits. Also, he's the kind that pouts if his kids don't say, "I love you" when he drops them somewhere.

Jamil Viper

1-2

Strict dad. Old habits die hard. Or don't at all. You'll have to be self aware if he's too hard on the kids. The thing is, he has only had his freedom for so long, and his kids. The reason he's like this is because he's scared. His kids have a freedom that previous generations of Vipers never had. He doesn't want them to throw it away. He's terrified one misstep and they'll lose everything. You'll have to calm him down sometimes. But the kids, especially the older they get, will understand that this is how dad protects them. He also gives out expensive gifts if he thinks he's taken things a step too far… the kids love that.

Vil Schoenheit

There's no way this man doesn't raise a high achieving, future ex gifted child. So at first, he'll beam with pride as his child produces the best results, grades, magic, appearances, etc. It'll be a bit of a learning curve when the crash hits, and won't understand right away. But once he does, he becomes the biggest advocate for mental health services,and getting kids the care and enrichment they need. He does speeches, runs rallies, becomes the face of any movement that has to do with his kid.

Rook Hunt

Teaches his kids to hunt like wild animals. He's the kind of dad that says, "I'm gonna take the kids out!" And later you find them in the middle of the woods, hiding in the bushes, waiting to jump you in a tickle pile that is inescapable. He's raising wild animals. And yet…somehow…the kids seem normal as they age? At least that's what you see…

Epel Felmier

5-7

Another one who raises hooligans. You have a bunch of freckled, sunburned kids, all who live outdoors and climb trees. But the kids are never alone when they are hooligans. Dad is always in the tree with them.

Idia Shroud

Scared shitless. He's a gentle parent, but, God, is he terrified. Everyone knows it. Anytime the kids get sick, or hurt, or sad, he's always worried it's cause he fucked up in some way. But once he calms down, he's always good at calming them down. He's gentle and understanding…once he gets out of his own head.

Malleus Draconia

1-15

He has to raise the future heir. So on the one hand, he has to be strict. But he makes it clear early on, that there's separation from work and home. Aka, sometimes he is father, king of darkness, and sometimes he is dad, server of applesauce. The kids are smart enough to know the difference, and figure out which Malleus they are talking to.

Lilia Vanrouge

When you and Lilia discuss raising a family together, you aren't expecting Silver to come to you with stories of how he was left in the middle of the woods for training…and if you don't say anything, you're destined to be raising kids with Lilia Vanrouge, delightful scamp, and general to Malleus Draconia's armies. If you have that conversation, you'll be raising kids with Lilia Vanerouge, delightful scamp, and nothing else. Usually. Make sure if he's giggling, and you can't find the kids anywhere, you know exactly where they are.

Silver

1-2

Quiet dad. A lot like Trey. He's soft and gentle, and the kids can count on him for snuggles, whether he's awake or not. A man of few words, but perfect for a lullaby, deep life advice, and snuggles.

Sebek Zigvolt

3-6

Soccer dad. Angrily yelling at his kids when they are subpar, and angrily yelling at other kids when they come for his kids. Fiercely loyal to the end, and to a fault, he will protect his family at all costs, even if he does grump and groan about it the whole time.

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selfishdoll · 7 months

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NOW PLAYING…. LES

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ I hope nobody catch us | But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway

SCARE ACTOR! TAKUMA INO

SUMMARY. your lovable boyfriend decided to do a favor for a friend; act in a haunted house. you decide to visit him in support. ━━ ★

CW. ooc ino, first & foremost the haunted house is an adult one meaning no children would be walking around, semi-public sex (it’s in a room but..), mask kink, slight degradation & praise, pet names, costume sex (you both are in costume), you lowkey being a bad influence <3, mentions of fear, unprotected sex, over the cloth sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, etc. ━━ ★

NOTE. i got this idea randomly & i specified it was an adult only haunted house cause the thought of children being around icked me out. anyway, hope you enjoy <3 also he’s wearing his normal mask & just all black because i’m unoriginal. (does this count as kinktober??). unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

You loved fall, from the weather to the scenery; it was your favorite time of year. You also loved Halloween, the perfect excuse to dress up how you wished without the fear of judgement or unnecessary opinions. With each event you went all out, dedicating time to your outfit, hair, and makeup to assure you looked amazing. At least, your lovely boyfriend Takuma Ino thought so. But instead of resting on the edge of your bed; complimenting you with a red tinge to his cheeks, he was off working— as a scare actor.

You chuckled at the idea, not being able to imagine your sweet yet goofy lover scaring adults. He just wasn’t that scary. He was far too cute. But still, you supported him like the wonderful girlfriend you were; promising to visit him with your friends. Promising to dress in the Betty Boop costume he had picked out a while ago. The red tube dress fitted your curves perfectly, heart gaterbelt wrapped around your chubby thigh. You slid some product through your short bohemian styled braids, smiling to yourself in the mirror. The smile twitched when a loud honk echoed from outside, you quickly gathering your things and making your way out of your room and home. Your bestfriends clad in their own costumes, cheering the moment you got into the car.

It didn’t take long to drive to the Haunted Attraction, your friend pulling into a spot and turning off the car; you all leaving it soon after. You glanced around the broad area, spotting many adults clad in their own scary or not-so scary costumes, smiling to yourself. Yep, this was definitely your favorite time of year.

Locking arms with your closest friend, your small group approached the entrance of the attraction, taking in the decor, wandering scare actors, and the many signs explicitly stating anyone under twenty-one was not allowed. Which scared you a little, what exactly were they showing that they didn’t want to show kids? Though, you didn’t let that thought consume you, deciding it was fine. That was the whole point of Halloween; getting scared and laughing about it later.

Besides, it couldn’t be too bad, right?

Wrong. You were definitely wrong. Your group was only twenty minutes into the attraction, moving between the many buildings and rooms; letting loose blood curdling screams with each new event. From being chased by a person with an actual chainsaw, to having a thick liquid that looked a little to like blood dropped on you— you were lucky you hadn’t peed your pants yet. Your little heart simply couldn’t take it.

With a soft huff you aggressively wiped the questionable liquid off you, glancing up to chuckle at your friend who was worse off than you. Despite the fear, you were enjoying yourself. Your nearly forgot why you came here in the first place. Until, you friend reminded you.

“We haven’t seen Takuma yet, do you know which one he’s in?” She asked, blinking over at you. You thought her question over for a moment before shaking your head with a small smile, “He refused to tell me.”

“Probably wanted to surprise you.”

“Probably.” You laughed softly, rising from your previous seat on a random bench, tossing the soiled cloth in the trash can nearby. You looked yourself over, adjusting your dress and garterbelt to assure you looked presentable. You had a feeling you would be seeing Ino soon, and you wanted to look your best infront of him.

Even if he didn’t care what you looked like half the time.

“Ready for round two?” You spook cheekily, giggling as your friend let out an exasperated sigh but allowing you lead her towards the next attraction. Your group started out down a dark hallway, chains hanging down from the ceiling and brushing against your heads. You curled up close to your friend, eyes darting back and forth; searching for something, maybe a scare actor or some other prop. So far, there was nothing.

A shrill went down your spine as something brushed across your leg, hopping close to your friend who teased you lightly. “Something was on my leg!” You whined, attempting to defend your case. You all continued down that dark hallway for a while, each person jumping about; declaring something or someone kept touching them. Soon enough you had reached a room that had a dim light overhead, a black box against the wall, plus handcuffs and chains lining the black walls.

“This one wasn’t so scary..” You mumbled softly, despite still gripping your friend’s shirt in uncertainty. You all continued to look around for a moment, until loud shouts came from down the hall the just came from— you all snapping to see individuals in black clothing, holding far too real looking weapons rushing for you. You screeched softly as they came closer, attempting to move away quickly, only for your friend to move much faster.

Like the lovable traitor she was, she pushed you towards one of them as bait, ignoring your surprised yell. She turned on her heel, rushing out of the room while the other scare actors followed. You felt betrayed, a little scared, and oddly.. comfortable? Seeing as the scare actor had their arms around you and.. were they laughing?

You knew that laugh all too well.

You switched around in their hold, playfully glaring at your lover’s covered face. You reached over, grabbing the edge of his mask and pushing it up to his forehead, his laughter no longer muffled. “Holy shit— I can’t believe she did that!” Ino doubled over into you, body shaking with laughter as you stood and pouted like a petulant child.

“I’m so gonna get her back.” You murmured, feeling him slowly relax, coming to his full height, arms still around your form. “And why didn’t you tell me you were here!?”

Ino gave you a goofy smile, sliding his arms to press his fingers into your hips. “Mostly because they didn’t tell me where I would be until I got here.” He shrugged a little, smile deepening at the little shake of your head. He leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the space between your eyes, thumb caressing the fabric of your dress. “Also.. I really like this costume. You look, amazing.” His words came out breathy, pulling back to allow his eyes to trace over your form.

You smiled at his compliment, “Well, you were the one that picked it out.” Ino chuckled at your words, eyelids lowering the moment you leaned over, planting your lips together. Your hands gently grabbed the black longsleeve he wore, sliding up his lanky body until you reached his face. Your fingers curled around his mask, pulling back whilst pulling it down his face. “I like this mask.”

The man squeezed your hips at your words, a small chuckle escaping him. “You do?” Ino questioned coyly, voice now muffled. You nodded at his words, rising up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Mhm..Look so good in it.” Your sweet words flew from your throat softly, hand dragging down his form, feeling the poor man shudder in response. The moment your hand made contact with the waistband of his pants, however; he caught your wrist, eyes boring into your own.

“[Name]..” Ino’s words dragged, clearly attempting to be the responsible one here. As much as he wanted to absolutely ruin you in that beautiful red dress, he was working— plus anyone could walk in right now. He was already pushing it kissing you. “We can.. later.”

The pout you gave only melted his resolve even more, breath hitching as you came close to his covered face. “If we’re quick, it’ll be fine. Besides, this is towards the end of the attraction; no one should be coming here for a minute..” You egged the man on, searching his eyes for a moment. He glanced off in thought, subconsciously brushing your hip with his fingers. You knew he was having an inner battle, and you enjoyed it deeply. Watching him mentally weigh the options, thinking over every possible outcome.

“Ino.. I need you.”

That was enough to convince him, the man pushing his mask just above his lips to crash them against your own. You met the intensity easily, feeling him back you into the long black box behind the two of you, hands gripping your sides tightly. He pulled you close, breaching the space between your thighs to slowly grind into you. Your fingers curled under his mask, tugging at his warm brown tresses, moaning softly as his tongue entered your mouth. Curling around your own, he released a hip to drag his hand up your body, large hand covering your breast, rubbing you through your dress. You breathed into him, pressing up against him.

Ino pulled back, pushing you to sit on the box while his face fell to your neck. “Can’t believe you got horny off me wearing a mask…” The man muttered in disbelief, sucking kisses into your skin while his hand continued. You ground up into him, desperate for more friction, more attention— causing the man to chuckle to himself. “Now you’re ruining my pants, fucking minx.”

“Ino.. God— stop teasin’ me.” You breathed, feeling his other hand withdraw from your hip to go between your thighs, causally rubbing you through your panties. You bucked into his hand, leaning back on your own as your head tilted to the side to give him more access to your neck. You gasped out as his hand entered your panties, long slender fingers parting you to use his middle to rub tight circles on your swelling bud. The man swore softly at the mess covering his fingers, pulling back from your neck.

“I’ll do what I want with you— your needy self is taking me away from my job, after all.” Ino grinned a little at the pathetic whine that escaped you, free hand dropping to your thigh to push you up higher, allowing two fingers to slide into your entrance. Wet sends emitted from between your thighs with each curl and thrust into your pretty pussy, the man watching in awe at the way your eyebrows furrowed close, soft breaths escaping you as your legs threatened to close. Ino was always so lost in your pleasure, dedicating each twitch and moan to memory for days he was away from you. So lost, the thought of someone walking into the room completely fled his mind. He couldn’t care, actually— your effect on him was far more overpowering.

His thumb rose to push and rub against your bud, quickening the pace of his fingers to watch you moan, hips pushing to meet his thrusts. By the way your walls clenched the man knew you were close, grinning down at you as his fingertips pushed against your spongy walls. And just when you felt your peak approach, the man was withdrawing his fingers, shoving the wet digits into your mouth to cover the exasperated whine that escaped you. “Relax, pretty girl— you’ll cum.” Promise hugged his words, free hand delicately undoing his belt, pushing the garment and his boxers down enough that his cock slipped out. The man breathed as he felt your tongue curl around his fingers, sucking, gagging softly when his fingers went just a little too deep.

Once he was satisfied the man pulled his hand away, using your combined saliva and slick to spread along his dick, fisting himself a little. Not even a moment later he was coming close, pushing your panties to the side as the head of his length pressed against your entrance. Ino took over your lips in a deep kiss the moment he pushed into you, knowing just how loud you could get during the stretch. Your thighs shook around his waist, reaching to grab his shirt with one hand, keeping yourself steady with the other. Soon enough he was entirely inside, sucking in a breath from the way your walls clenched around him.

A hand held your lower back, pulling his hips back until just the tip remained inside of you. Ino didn’t wait long to flick them forward, thrusting into you roughly. Your legs tightened around him, pulling back from the kiss to moan as you gripped him even harsher. Your body bounced with each thrust, eyelids growing heavier and heavier as the pleasure slowly took over. You desperately tried to keep your voice down, bottom lip caught between your teeth, pleasure filled sounds muffled as best as they could. But Ino refused to make it easy, rushing into your body as if you two were alone— as if the threat of someone walking in wasn’t looming over your heads.

You whined out as he angled his hips just right, thrusting against that sweet spot inside you that made stars dance behind your eyelids. “Fuck, fuck! Ino—!” Your next words came out a muffled mess on account of palm being pressed against your mouth, Ino hissing at you softly.

“Not so loud baby, your pretty voice is only for me, understand?” He grinned at the way your eyes rolled back with each rock into your body, other hand hitching your leg close as his steady place never faltered. Ino moved his hand to instead push his fingers back into your mouth, hissing at the way you instantly sucked them, tongue curling around them like they were his dick. “So natural for you, isn’t it?” The man teased softly, releasing your thigh to reach between the two of you to rub tight circles onto your clit.

That was enough for you, hips rising up off the black box as you came, squeezing his cock which’s pace never stopped inside you. Fucking you through the high, Ino praised you softly, still rubbing against your clit. The moment the sensitivity hit you were whining against his fingers, pulling back and reaching to his stomach— declaring it was too much. Ino gave you a devious smile, hands falling to your hips, pulling himself out. You were only given a moment to breathe, to think before he was turning you around, pushing you to lean your hands against the box before plunging back inside you.

You cried out, attempted to stand on shaky legs as you leaned over the ruined prop. “Ino, fuckkk..!” Your voice turned into high pitched moans, feeling him rise your dress up a little higher, the sound of skin to skin contact covering the room.

“I know sweet girl, I know— Feels so fucking good for me too.” The masked man cooed, watching you. The way your body shuddered and bounced, the way your walls clenched and sucked him in with each thrust, the way your ass jiggled and clapped each time he moved— it was enough to have his eyes rolling back, pressing his fingers deep into your skin; leaving marks. And the moment you were pushing back against him, he was truly lost, hunching over your body as he groaned heavily into his ear.

“Fu—fuck.. Just, oh fuck — like that, keep fucking back against me.” His thrusts became hurried, wrapping his arms right around your waist as he pounded into you, caring less for how loud the two of you were being. Ino’s cock twitched as he became closer and closer, eyebrows pinched close with his eyes completely closed. Your face turned, catching his lips in a deep kiss, the feathery soft feeling pushing him over the edge; painting your walls white.

The warmth was enough for you, crying out for the last time as you came, walls clenching and milking him dry. The two of you breathed into the other’s mouth, his arms loosening around your form but still holding you snug against him. Moments passed before Ino pulled away, face falling into your neck to continue to catch his breath.

Just when you opened your mouth to speak, a soft, scratchy hello entered the room. Ino scrambled to grab the walkie-talkie from his back pocket, bringing it to his lips, “He—Hello?”

“Where’d you go? We chased those girls for a while and we’re on our way back.”

“I was.. uh— Nothing! Just had to..” His eyes darted to your own for a moment, attempting to ignore the little simper covering your features. “Do something important really quickly. I’ll meet you guys in a minute.” Ino sighed as he turned the device off, slowly pulling out of you.

“Is my name, something important?”

Ino gave a playfully smile, helping to fix your attire and pulling you close for a kiss. “Meet me in the house of mirrors in twenty minutes.”

“Deal.”

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vqnrouged · 1 month

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𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌 ── ᡣ𐭩

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↳ content | what it’s like spend time with your boyfriends tsum counter part, lilia tsum!

↳ i’ve been obsessed with reading the fics people have made with the boys and their tsums, they’re all so cute to read! so i made my own, with my fave of course! hope you all enjoy!

♱ ˖° this tsum will wiggle with joy if you give it kisses, hugs, or even just little pats on their head. and just as the true version of itself, it will relish in it. a single kiss is enough to make it snuggle right into your chest or neck, making it known that it wants much more of the affection you have to offer. now, sometimes it will make you work for it’s affection. there are often times you find it, or more like it finds you, and you have to go on a little chase to catch it. but, after you catch it, it will give you many cuddles as a reward! little nose kisses are also a cute thing the tsum gives you, it will jump up just to place a little kiss on your nose! you’ve never really understood why it does this, but then again have you ever really understood why your boyfriend does what he does either?

♱ ˖° lilia finds it adorable you get along so well with his tsum, its love for you does not go unnoticed. and due to that mutual feeling, they often team up to scare or launch a sneak attack of affection on you. however, most often it becomes the latter, which you don’t mind at all. and it always happens at the most unexpected times, for example when you’re hanging out with ace and deuce. the four of you, including grim, will just be having a nice lunch break together in the cafeteria when your boyfriend and his tsum counterpart appear behind you to give your group a light scare. the rest of your group nearly jumped out of their seats, which gave lilia a good laugh. but, the little lilia tsum was quick to hop onto your shoulder and smile with it’s eyes, showing you that it was just a mere joke. your boyfriend was also soon enough teasing you about it, as well as your friends who sat there speechless about the random appearance of the diasomnia dorms vice housewarden. and just before the fae disappears again, a small peck will be placed on your cheek along with a little boop from his tsum. truly, they are the cheekiest duo.

♱ ˖° the three of you also sleep together at night, the little tsum often being between the two of you. this is to quell both the needs of your boyfriend and his tsum, who both lay awake longer than you just to see your cute sleeping face. cuddling with the little tsum in your arms is by far one of the most heart warming sights lilia has seen in his life time, it almost reminds him of a time back when silver was younger. there were a rare few times that the boy would ever have a nightmare, but whenever he needed comforting, lilia was always there. sometimes he would talk with him til his eyes became droopy, or sit with him next to the bed while telling him stories of old until he finally went back to sleep. or even the young child would just crawl into his bed, latching onto the former general like a koala, which reminded him of you now. the feeling was so warm. he feels truly lucky to be able to experience such a love with you in his life time, even if he’s forced to share it with his tsum.

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starryeyedjanai · 9 months

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sitting between comfort and chaos

steddie | 5.7k | rated: teen

5 times everyone thought Steve and Eddie were dating before they got together + the first time Steve tells someone after they actually get together

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Thinking back on it all, Steve thinks he should have known something was up when Dustin started letting Eddie sit up front when he drove them places, a spot reserved only for Robin or Erica when Dustin was riding with him.

Steve has seen that kid - who's not really a kid anymore, he's in college now which is so weird to think about - elbow his friends in the neck trying to get to the car first so he could ride shotgun. So giving up the coveted spot for anyone - even Eddie - should have been a giant red flag.

Steve brings up Dustin letting Eddie sit up front to Robin and gets an eye roll for his trouble.

"What?" he asks. "It's not like it isn't weird. The kid will literally only let you or Erica sit up front and he only lets Erica do it because he's afraid of her."

"Yeah, and he let me sit up front because he thought that we were a thing or about to become a thing or whatever," Robin says, like that explains anything.

"Right," he says, not quite getting what she's getting at.

Dustin knows better now and has stopped bothering them about it, stopped asking Steve when he's going to finally ask Robin out. It only took a million years, but he thinks Dustin gets it now.

He still lets Robin sit up front out of habit - and because Steve refused to start the car the one time Dustin tried to bully his way up front with Robin after figuring out they would never be a 'thing'.

"You know he still kind of idolizes both of you and now that you're, you know-" Robin says trailing off.

Steve lost the thread a little bit, but he nods. "Sure, sure," he says.

Now that he and Eddie are friends, Dustin has stopped bugging them about about each other. Maybe Robin's right. Dustin is still just idolizing Eddie and that's why he lets him sit up front.

Steve still thinks it's weird though.

The first instance Steve can remember something weird happening even before Dustin started letting Eddie sit up front was at a club in Indianapolis.

Robin's sitting in between him and Vickie in the booth, talking about her classes this semester, when she stops short.

"Rob?" Steve asks, and then waves a hand in front of her face when she doesn't respond.

She snaps out of it when he boops her nose lightly. "Uh, um. Don't look, but-"

He immediately looks in the direction she was looking in when she spaced out and tries to scope out what she saw that caught her attention so hard she stopped talking. He sees the crowd of dancing people in his line of sight, but he doesn't see anything out of place.

"I said don't look!" she snaps at him and he turns back to her.

"What? I don't see anything!" he says, feeling chagrined at her snapping at him like that. "You can't say 'don't look' and expect me not to look."

"Just- Eddie's, like, dancing on someone right now," she says, tone almost apologetic.

Steve fails to see what's so special about that. Eddie's always hooking up with someone when he and Steve come out together. He doesn't even think it's the first time Robin's seen it, so he isn't sure why she's so shocked. Vickie has a sympathetic look on her face when Steve glances at her to see if she thinks it's weird that Robin is bringing this up.

"Okay?" he says, voice lilting high at the end like a question.

"And you're okay with that?" Robin asks, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Uh, should I not be? He's always hooking up when we go out," he says, looking back over and yep - he's got his tongue down some guy's throat on the dance floor, the guy's hands gripping Eddie's ass to bring their hips together. Steve feels a ribbon of want float through him - it's been a while since he hooked up with someone.

"So, you've got like an arrangement where you can hook up with other people?" Robin asks, confused.

And Steve is also confused. The way she says 'arrangement' like it has connotations that he should understand. Why would he and Eddie have even talked about hooking up with anyone?

His slightly tipsy brain tries to rationalize it - maybe she's talking about when they go out just the two of them, like if Eddie hooks up with someone, Robin's assuming Steve would be all alone. He doesn't have a problem with it - he's a social butterfly when he's drunk and even if he wasn't, Eddie running off to go dance or make out or hook up with someone gives Steve time to find someone to hook up with himself. It's not like he's ever bored when he goes out with Eddie.

So he tells her, "He can literally do whatever he wants, Bobbie."

She sips her drink and stares at him, her gaze scrutinizing, and whatever she sees must appease her because she drops it and starts talking about her courses again.

When he remembers that conversation the next day, all he can think about is how bizarre Robin was acting.

The next weird occurrence he can remember happening, he didn't even find out until after the fact that something was awry.

He's on vacation with most of the older crew, staying at a house near the ocean, just a small little bungalow, for the week that they're in California.

When Steve and Eddie go to drop their suitcases off in the room Nancy shuffles them towards, they pause.

There's only one bed.

He and Eddie look at each other and Eddie says, "Maybe all the rooms have one bed?"

"Yeah, yeah, probably," he says, dragging his suitcase to the far side of the room.

"We probably shouldn't say anything, right?" Eddie asks, later, before they all head out to the beach. "Like, about the room?"

Steve thinks about it. He knows Nancy is the one who got the keys to the house through her parent's friends and she got here earlier than them and scoped out the place. If there was another option to them sharing the same bed, Nancy would have told them. "Yeah, I mean. It's fine, right? You don't have a problem sleeping next to me?"

Eddie shakes his head. "Oh, of course not. I'm good sharing if you are."

"Yeah, it's no problem," Steve says. He kind of can't remember the last time he shared a bed with someone other than Robin when she stays over at his apartment sometimes.

"Okay, then we'll just. Keep it to ourselves. Besides, I feel like Nancy would skin us if we tried to complain about a place we aren't even paying for," Eddie says with a grin. The perk of Nancy's parent's friend having a vacation house is that even though it's a little small, they let them use it for free. And it's empty because they only use it when it's winter in Hawkins.

"She one hundred percent would," Steve agrees, so they drop it and don't bring it up. Too few beds isn't the end of the world.

Waking up with Eddie's arm firmly wrapped around his waist is fine, nice even. If Steve turns off the alarm that woke him, snuggling back into the embrace, making them both late for breakfast when they finally do wake up, that's no one's business but his own.

It's later, after they're home, that Eddie stops by and tells him about the extremely bizarre conversation he had with Nancy the last day there.

He says, "So something weird happened on vacation and I don't know what to make of it and I'm only telling you because you're the only other person it affected," as soon as Steve opens the door.

"What happened," Steve asks, instantly worried. He lets him in and Eddie starts pacing in the living room. Steve goes to sit on the couch.

"So, that last day on vacation, Nancy asked me to come sit on her suitcase because it wouldn't close with all the souvenirs she bought. I went into her and Jonathan's room and there were two beds," Eddie says, stopping in place to look at Steve to gauge his reaction.

His eyebrows shoot up. "Oh," he says. He's really not sure what to make of that either.

Eddie starts pacing again.

"Yeah. So I asked her why there were two beds in their room, but not two beds in our room - kind of put my foot in my mouth if I'm being honest. I didn't mean to just blurt it out, but then she said 'we were just trying to make sure everyone was comfortable'," he says, inflecting his voice higher to mimic Nancy.

"What the hell does that mean?" Steve asks, trying to wrack his brain and see if he remembers her telling him anything about her and Jonathan's relationship being shaky. He thought they were good. There were some rocky times before Vecna, with the distance and everything, but once they were both in the same place again, things seemed to smooth out between them. They've been happy together for years as far as he could tell.

"Exactly!" Eddie says, finally coming to sit on the couch next to him. "I literally asked her what does that mean? Because I had no idea. Still have no idea. She said 'what? It's not like you have a problem sharing with Steve', which honestly something about her tone made me feel like I was stepping on her toes, so I just dropped it. But I can't stop thinking about it. Are she and Jonathan okay?"

"As far as I know," Steve says. "That's so weird. But if there is something happening between them, it would make sense that they'd call dibs on the one room that has two beds. I gotta talk to her and see what's going on."

"Don't, like, tell her I told you or anything," Eddie says to him. Steve still thinks it's hilarious that Eddie is patently afraid of Nancy and her guns, which are mostly retired and locked up.

"'Course not," he says. "I'll just ask how they're doing the next time we hang out. I hope it's something they can get through at least."

"Yeah," Eddie sighs. "If they don't make it, how are the rest of us supposed to have a chance?"

Steve does ask Nancy about it later, just casually asks how she and Jonathan are doing.

She kind of narrows her eyes at him and says they're fine, but her voice is suspicious like she isn't sure what he's getting at. He drops it because he's also a little afraid of her.

The entire situation just leaves him confused, though.

He doesn't bring it up to Nancy again, but he does talk to Robin about it because his conversation with Nancy left a weird feeling in his chest.

"Eddie told me Nancy and Jonathan had separate beds on vacation," Steve blurts out, trying to go for casual, but absolutely failing.

She looks over at him with a weird expression on her face and says, "Yeah, I thought you knew that? It was just how it all shook out. Nancy just wanted everyone to be comfortable." And those words are eerily similar to what Eddie told him Nancy said about it.

He asks, "What do you know?"

"What do you mean?" she counters.

"You know something," he says, narrowing his eyes. "Are she and Jonathan alright? I tried asking her, but I felt like she was gonna bite my head off."

"They're fine," Robin says. "Nancy and Jonathan were just taking one for the team."

Steve's still so confused.

Robin must see the confusion on his face because she grabs his hand and says, "Look, we don't really ever talk about it, and that's totally fine by the way, but we all just want you to be happy."

Steve isn't sure where that came from or what it has to do with Nancy and Jonathan, but he's touched that his friends want him to be happy, he supposes.

It's when he and Eddie get an apartment together that Robin brings up the thing she said at the club, jogging his memory of that bizarre night.

She's helping him unpack his room, putting stuff in the drawers, leaving space in some of them like she expects half of his wardrobe to be filled with something else. He thinks it's just another one of her weird quirks. Does she keep yarn for her knitting projects in half of her dresser or something?

He's hanging some shirts and she's folding his jeans when she blurts out, "You know, you don't have to let him 'do whatever he wants' just because it's what he wants, right? You're allowed to have a say in it too, you know."

It takes him a minute to realize who she's even talking about and even longer to realize she's referring to the conversation they had at the club years ago now.

"What- Eddie?" he asks confused. She nods, so he asks, "Why, because we live together now and that should, like, change something?"

Robin sighs, setting the folded jeans in the drawer. "I just mean, this doesn't exactly seem like the type of thing you'd be into. You've never mentioned wanting-"

He cuts her off, and says, "I mean, it's not like I don't also hook up with people when we go out."

That shuts her up for a solid minute. He watches as she processes it and almost wants to roll his eyes. His friends really think he has no love life whatsoever, huh?

He knows he hasn't dated anyone in a long time, but he's fine hooking up with people when he and Eddie go out sometimes. He can't say he doesn't miss having someone, or being in a relationship, but he's fine for now. He's still young, he still has time, you know?

Robin looks at him and says, "Okay. Okay, if that's something you want. Only if it's what you want, though. Don't just let Eddie talk you into something you don't want to do. Don't let him walk all over you."

"Yeah, of course," he says easily. "And if you're worried about us bringing people back here and it causing tension or whatever, we have rules in place and everything."

Robin says, "That- that's good! Rules are good."

'Rules' might be stretching it, but they did talk about guests not staying for longer than one night and trying to keep it down when they do have guests and that's good enough for Steve.

Luckily, Robin seems content to let him drop the subject and talk about how they're thinking of decorating the living room.

The invitation comes in the mail.

Max popped the question - surprising Lucas, who had been agonizing for weeks over how to propose - a few months ago.

They knew the invitations were coming. Max told him over the phone that they'd be coming soon and that she expected them to send back an RSVP even though she already knew they'd be coming.

Steve checks the mail and is surprised to find just one invitation addressed To Steve & Eddie.

He takes the mail inside and shows the invitation to Eddie, who's eating his breakfast, still a little bleary-eyed and soft from sleep.

He drags the chair at the kitchen table closer to Eddie's chair and drops into it as he watches Eddie frown at the envelope in his hands.

He looks at Steve and asks, "Just the one came?"

Steve nods and Eddie opens the envelope to pull out the invitation.

They look over the invitation and Steve notices the RSVP section doesn't have options to add a plus one for either of them.

"Wow," Eddie says, dragging the word out. "None of our friends think either of us would manage to convince someone to come with us to the wedding, huh?"

Steve hums in agreement. He knows Robin, Dustin, El, and Erica helped Max and Lucas with the invitations and no one saw an issue with this one.

"God, are we both so extremely single that not one of our friends thinks we could find a date?" Steve asks, putting his head in his hands.

"Truly and deeply so fucking single, dude," Eddie says, rubbing a hand over Steve's back to lament with him.

+1.

"Hey, can we talk?" Eddie asks him after dinner one night and Steve's heart immediately starts beating out of his chest.

That phrase, even uttered by a friend, out of blue, makes him think something is wrong. He has the irrational thought that he's about to get friend-broken up with or that maybe Eddie wants to get his own place or something, which would really fucking suck.

They've lived together for a long time and are kind of co-parents to a cat now - it would just be a supremely inopportune time for Eddie to suddenly decide he wants out.

Eddie must see the anxiety in his expression because he quickly says, "No, it's nothing bad. It's just- it's actually something good, I'm hoping."

"Uh, okay," Steve says, wringing his hands a little with worry.

Eddie takes a deep breath and says, "So you know how I haven't really been interested in going out or hooking up lately?"

Steve nods, his heart finally calming down a little. Eddie hasn't wanted to go out lately, but it's fine - Steve hasn't really been all that interested either, more content to just lounge around the apartment with Eddie than to go out and try to meet new people.

"It's because there's someone I'm kind of interested in right now, but I'm not sure if he likes me back. It's a close friend, so I've been debating whether or not to say anything because I don't want to screw things up if he doesn't feel the same," Eddie says.

Steve's eyebrows furrow trying to think of who Eddie could be into. The thought that he might be into Jeff or Grant or Gareth, one of his closest friends, makes something in Steve's stomach swirl. He's not sure he likes that. Eddie dating a close friend, moving out to move in with him, sharing a life with him - that leaves a bad taste in Steve's mouth.

But it's Eddie - and Eddie deserves to be happy - so he says, "I think if you like someone, even a friend, you should tell him. If he's into guys, I mean. He'd be a fool to say no to you, whoever he is."

The smile that lights up Eddie's face is a little painful to see for some reason.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Eddie says.

Steve expects Eddie to get up and leave, to go find whoever it is he's into, but he stays put, on the couch next to Steve.

He reaches out and takes one of Steve's hands in his, still looking at him, like he's waiting for something.

Thoughts churn through his brain, first wondering why Eddie would hold his hand when he's apparently in love with one of his friends, and then realizing that he's probably also in the category of people Eddie considers a close friend and then-

Oh.

"Me?" Steve whispers, eyes wide.

That smile is still there, fond and happy.

"You," Eddie says, squeezing his hand.

"But why though?" he blurts out.

Eddie laughs. "We kind of share a life together, dude. We have a cat together and a home. And like, I don't think I've ever wanted anyone the way I want you, so there's also that."

Steve looks at him and thinks about their friendship up until this point, thinks about them deciding to move in together, to keep the stray cat Eddie found, the natural stop to them going out to clubs and bars in favor of staying in together and curling up on the couch.

He thinks of waking up for a week straight on vacation with Eddie's arms wrapped around him, feeling safe in his arms.

He thinks about the feelings that wrap around his heart and squeeze when he looks at Eddie sometimes.

He thinks about Eddie's hand in his right now.

He squeezes his hand back.

"I did say whoever you were into would be stupid to say no to you," he says.

"You did say that," Eddie says. His cheeks are a little flushed and Steve is overcome with the urge to pepper kisses all over them.

He scoots closer on the couch and says, "I meant it."

Eddie leans in closer and says, "I want to kiss you, but I want to be sure that we're on the same page. Like, it's not just about wanting to fuck you, which I do by the way-"

Steve interrupts and says, "I mean, I kind of got that when you said you didn't want to ruin your friendship if I didn't feel the same."

"Shut up, I'm trying to confess my love to you," Eddie says.

"Love?" Steve teases.

The blush on Eddie's face deepens, spreading down his neck. "Kind of. I mean, I've known you for how long now? I think it's kind of impossible to know you and not love you."

There's heat prickling behind Steve's eyes, embarrassingly enough. "I'm gonna kiss you," he says, instead of addressing how that one line has absolutely swept him off his feet.

He pushes closer, closing the small distance between them, getting his mouth on Eddie's for the first time.

Eddie sighs against his mouth, this pleased little sound that lights Steve up from the inside. He wants to kiss Eddie until he's dazed with it, wants to hear all the noises Eddie can make, wants to draw them out of him with his mouth and his hands.

Eddie kisses him and kisses him and kisses him until his mouth feels tender under Eddie's.

He pushes Steve backwards on the couch to lay on top of him, his hips in the cradle of Steve's thighs. He keeps kissing him as he settles his weight on top of Steve, their bodies pressed flush together.

They lick into each other's mouths for a long minute, just tongues tasting each other and mouths moving together.

Steve is working up the courage to touch Eddie, to put his hands on him, when he hears him hiss in pain. He pulls away from Eddie's mouth and sees Trick clawing her way up Eddie's arm to get on the couch.

Eddie sits up and pulls her off his arm and deposits her on Steve's chest. She immediately steps on his windpipe in an attempt to curl up near his head.

"God, your daughter is so mean to me," Steve says as he moves her off his neck.

"To you?" Eddie asks, looking at his arm to make sure he's not bleeding. "It was my arm that she clawed."

Eddie's still perched between Steve's legs, but with Tricky on the couch, there's no way they can go back to making out.

And-

"I have to tell Robin," Steve says.

Eddie grins at him and asks, "Immediately after our first kiss? You're gonna run over to her place?" There's no judgment in his voice and that makes something in Steve's chest feel tender - that Eddie knows how he is with Robin and isn't weird about it.

"Yeah, it won't take long. I'll be back before you know it." Steve watches as Eddie climbs off him and adjusts himself in his pants. He covers Patricia's ears and says, "Trick won't like it, but when I get back, we can lock her out of the bedroom so she can't interrupt us next time."

"Oh yeah? And what are we gonna do 'next time'?" Eddie asks.

"Whatever you want," Steve says, watching the flush return to Eddie's face.

He bites back a grin and says, "Hurry back. I'll, uh, I don't know. I'll get myself ready or something."

Heat floods Steve's veins. "You gonna be waiting for me with a rose in your mouth when I get back?" he teases, trying to dissipate some of that heat.

"I think you're the roses boyfriend, not me."

"Boyfriend?" Steve asks, standing up from the couch.

"Boyfriend," Eddie says, cupping his jaw and kissing him again. It's easy to get swept up in it, the feeling of Eddie's mouth moving against his, the feeling of Eddie's hands on his waist.

He pulls back from the kiss with a slick noise and says, "I'll be back in like twenty minutes."

Eddie nods and lets him go.

Steve grabs his keys and heads over to Robin and Vickie's apartment where he knows Robin will be.

"Bobbin," he calls out as soon as he opens the door to her apartment.

"In here," she calls back from the kitchen.

He rounds the corner of the kitchen and says, "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with Eddie."

He watches several emotions pass over her face, none of them excitement, and deflates a little bit.

She says, "Okay?" like it's a question, like she's confused.

"Like, we're dating now and I'm. We like each other and I'm pretty sure it's more than that for both of us," he say, hoping to get some kind of reaction from her.

"I don't understand," she says.

"What's not to understand? Eddie and I- we're together now," he says, in case she didn't get it the first time.

Robin squints at him and says, "Okay, but you've never wanted to talk about it before. What's changed?"

"What do you mean, what's changed? We kissed and he said he was confessing his love to me. I thought you'd be happy?" His chest feels a little tight at the thought of Robin not approving. He really thought she'd be happy.

"Did you, like, break up and not tell me? Why would him confessing his love to you warrant a house call? Where is this coming from?" she asks, and Steve's moment of hurt is replaced with a deep sense of confusion because they are somehow not on the same page about this.

What the hell is she talking about?

"Rob, what do you mean break up?" he asks, feeling off-balance.

"I mean, you and Eddie have been together for years nowso I'm not sure what you're talking about." She looks in his eyes and then lights up. "Oh, are you trying to tell me you're exclusive now? That's exciting!"

Steve just stares at her for a minute, memories of the weird things his friends say to him and Eddie and the weird things that happen coming rushing to the surface. The weird conversations he's had with Robin over the years, feeling like they were talking about two different things. The first vacation where they shared a bed together even though there was a room with two beds, and how it happened again the next time they all went on vacation together. Dustin letting Eddie sit in the front seat of his car. The one, singular wedding invitation.

He's not even sure how to broach the fact that his friends all apparently thought he and Eddie have been together for years, but he says, "Eddie and I weren't dating before now. We literally just got together. We, like, literally just had our first kiss less than fifteen minutes ago."

"That's not funny, Steve. You guys have been in each other's pockets for closing in on five years now," Robin says, coming to sit on a bar stool at the kitchen island. "You, you live together and have a cat together."

He can see her mentally going through all the things she thought about them as he comes to sit next to her.

He gently says, "We weren't together before. We were only friends before today. I'm not sure what we did to make you think that we were together, but you know I'd talk to you about anyone I was dating, even Eddie."

"It's not just me!" Robin says, looking at him again with a piercing stare. "It's everyone! We all know. Or we thought you were together. I'm so confused. How is it possible that you've never kissed before? Like, wait a minute."

She stops talking and puts her head in her hands.

"What are you doing?" he asks her when she doesn't say anything for a couple minutes.

She pinches the bridge of her nose as she says, "I'm trying to channel my memories. Because there has to be a time where I asked you point blank if you were seeing Eddie and you said yes."

"I can guarantee you won't find that memory. Because it doesn't exist. Because Eddie and I weren't dating. Until now," he says.

"You went to Max and Lucas' wedding together!" she says, looking at him triumphantly.

"Not really," he says. "We thought everyone just thought we were both terminally single or something and that's why they sat us together."

Robin smacks her hand against her forehead. "This makes no sense to me. Wait, I asked you if you were in an open relationship before! We talked about it at the club and again when you moved in together. How do you explain that?" she asks.

"That time at the club, I thought you were talking about him ditching me to hook up. It didn't bother me. That's literally all I said. Not that we were in an open rela- wait, you really thought I'd be in an open relationship with someone?"

"I know! It never made sense to me! You're like the most monogamous person I know," Robin says. "Okay, I get that we crossed wires there, but what about when you moved in together? I talked to you about it then too. You said you had rules about hooking up."

He can see how saying that might have been misleading. He says, "I meant like, rules about keeping it down, not about us dating and hooking up with other people." He feels a headache coming on.

Robin looks just as exasperated as he feels. She looks like she's grasping at straws when she says, "You're always together and you touch each other all the time. When I've seen you cook together, you're always bumping his hip or hand-feeding him extra ingredients."

"We live together, of course we found a groove cooking together." he says.

"A groove, okay," she says, rolling her eyes. "But even before then, you were always hanging out."

"Because he's my closest guy friend? Closest friend in general other than you," he says, still so unsure how he missed his entire friend group thinking they were together.

Steve doesn't know how this happened - how all his friends could have thought they were together when he didn't even know how he felt about Eddie until today. How could he have missed this?

But listen.

Steve has never claimed to be a smart man.

If anything, he thinks Eddie should have caught on long before he ever did, so he's holding strong that it's not his fault he didn't see the signs. If Eddie couldn't see them either, how the hell was Steve supposed to be able to?

"And now you're boyfriends," Robin says, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"And now we're boyfriends," he agrees.

She grins over at him and says, "That's the first time you've said the b-word. This is the first time we've talked about it and you said the b-word. You really weren't dating before now."

He shakes his head. "We really weren't. And I seriously can't believe you ever bought me saying we were in an open relationship. It's like you don't know me at all," he says with a sniff.

"No, I was extremely confused about it, but you were happier with him than anyone else I've ever seen you with, so it didn't matter what I thought, you know?"

Steve's face smooths out at that and his heart melts a little. He loves her so much.

He hugs her to his side and she playfully shoves him away.

"I can't believe I've had it wrong - we've all had it wrong - this whole time. The more I think about it, though, the more it makes sense that you weren't together. Like, I expected you to be talking about him all the time, but you never really gushed about him to me. At first, I thought it was because it was your first boyfriend, you know?" she says.

He nods. He can get that. What he can't get is- "You were okay with me not talking about him, sure. But you really think I wouldn't kiss a guy I was dating in front of you? Or hold his hand?"

Robin shrugs and runs a hand over her forehead like she's getting a headache from thinking about it. "I thought you were just shy at first. Again, the boy thing. And then it was just habit not to or maybe Eddie wasn't into PDA- I was just guessing. And, I, everyone thought it, so it's not just me. You guys literally adopted a cat together, how were we supposed to take that any other way?" she asks in an exasperated tone.

"She's Eddie's, technically."

"You're telling me Patricia's not your daughter?" Robin asks.

"No, she is. But Eddie's the one that found her, so I'm just her step-dad," he says.

Robin stands up from where she's seated and says, "See! You say shit like that all the time and expect us not to think you're dating him?"

He winces. "Yeah, I kind of see it now. Well, good news is that we are dating now and I'm gonna go home and fuck him about it."

Robin rolls her eyes. "Christ, I can't believe I ever thought you could be dating him and be anything other than like that about him."

"Oh Robbie, when we come up for air, you're gonna wish we weren't like that about each other. Apparently, we've got like five years of PDA to make up for," he says with a grin.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #this has some sweet stobin moments as well #platonic with a capital P #happy birthday jen!!!#janai.doc

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eileenslibrary · 3 months

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Man Of The Hour

A/N: Just needed some fluff today so I wrote this, hope you enjoy

Tiny Dragon! Zhongli x GN! Reader

Warnings: Only mentions of work stress and crying, Zhongli is a lil shit, fluff, me listening to Norah Jones too much.

Song: Man Of The Hour, by Norah Jones

GIF is not mine

“It’s him or me”

The two men stand in the doorway looking at you incredulously as the tiny dragon sits in your lap you look up at him “Neither I am happy now” you hum petting behind his ears as the dragon purrs like a cat.

That’s what he said

But I can’t choose between a vegan and a pothead

The two men scoff and leave your house the door slamming behind them the dragon curling his small tail around your wrist and letting out a big yawn.

So I choose you because you’re sweet

And you give me lots of lovin’ and you eat meat

“No more complicated meals for us huh?” you pick him up from under the shoulders and flop onto your back looking up at him, his little tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth you chuckle and pull him under your chin.

And that’s how you became

My only man of the hour

The tiny dragon wiggles in your arms as the sunlight peaks into the curtains before dancing over your head “It’s not breakfast yet” you grumble grabbing the tiny cat serpent and tucking him into your arms.

You never lie

And you don’t cheat

He stands on his hindquarters as he watches you cut up the salmon you chuckle at the cuteness throwing him a piece for him to catch and eat.

And you don't have any baggage tied to your forefeet

You boop his little nose when you return home immediately falling onto the bed to say hi to your little dragon your work attire ruffled from a long day. “So quiet in here?” you hum picking him up and placing him on his pillow his tail swatting in excitement, watching as you switch into his favorite hoodie immediately slipping into the big pocket his head coming out one side, his cute butt out the other.

Do I deserve, to be the one, who will feed you breakfast, lunch,

And dinner and take you to the park at dawn

He peaks out of the top of your shirt as you meet with your friends downtown his forked tongue peaking out taking in the new smells, you feel his tail wag as he smells all the delicious food. You chuckle as you approach Wanmin restaurant sitting with your friends as they coo at the tiny dragon poking his head from your shirt, you all order and feed some of your noodles to the little one until he slips into a food coma.

Will you really be

My only man of the hour

You feel the tiny dragon climb up your pants with his tiny claws as you wait for your coffee to be done as you read the paper, he finds your lap and curls still sleepy, you stroke one of his horns making him purr in content as he naps on your lap.

I know you'll never bring me flowers

Flowers they will only die

You once again find a shiny rock on your bed waiting for you on your bedside table, They weren’t flowers but it was just as meaningful, you stash it in one of the drawers with the other knick nacks he brought you.

And though you'll never take a shower together

You put him in the bath with you as you rinse the grime off his scales making him pout as the mud falls from him “No rolling in mud Rex! It tracks mud into the house” you scold washing under his belly.

I know you'll never make me cry

You sink in front of the door sobs wracking your body from the hard day at work, Rex’s little head pops up from one of your boots yawning as he climbs out of it and walks over to you rubbing against your leg and getting your attention, you look up and peak at him before scooping him up into your arms sobbing into the soft scruff of his neck.

You never argue

You swing him around at the soft jazz making you smile as he gives you an odd look, none of your significant others did this with you always breaking into an argument due to your “childish” nature. You kiss his snoot pulling him into your arms once again and cuddling him next to your heart.

You don't even talk

Even though he can’t talk he does make a bunch of ruckus as he ruffles in your sock drawer making you chase after him when he grabs one of your socks his tale wagging frantically as you try to corner him and grab the sock but he dashes between your feet. “Oh come here you little shit!” you huff chasing after him as he climbs up the towel holder, you finally grab him and gently yank the soaking sock from his mouth making sure not to hurt him.

And I like the way you let me lead you

When we go outside and walk

You bought a chicken harness so you could take him out on walks as you stroll down the harbor the gold collar that has REX in bold red lettering. He leads you down the harbor and sits on the dock you sit next to him and swing your legs over the edge your socks and shoes to the side as you dip your toes watching the fish swim by.

Will you really be

My only man of the hour?

He was glad you dumped those pea brains and lived this nice life with your cute dragon, maybe someday you’ll catch him in his human form and he’ll tell you his true feelings for you, maybe he’ll finally swing you around the living room, bring you flowers, and finally share a shower with you.

My only man of the hour.

#fluff #zhongli x you #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli #genshin liyue #genshin impact #norah jones

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minleeeknow · 3 months

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‘stray cat’

‘pairing’ -이민호 (lee minho/lee know) x fem!reader

‘genre’ - fluff, college au

‘tw’ - kissing, flirting, teasing, lost cat, angst if you look closely

‘word count’ - 1.4 k

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pls note, reblog, anything

minho hears a scratching sound come from his window. he looks up to see the shadow of a cat perched on his windowsill.

a faint meow comes from the cat and it scratches its claws against the glass again. minho opens his window and a slender siamese leaps into his bedroom. the feline weaves itself between his legs, purring softly.

“hi, kitty,” minho coos. he has a soft spot for cats and he reaches down to stroke the cat’s soft fur. the cat stretches across his legs, its purrs getting louder.

minho notices the mark of a collar among the fluffy ruff of fur. “did you run away, kitty?” minho asks, crouching down. his long fingers scratch the feline’s dark brown ears.

another familiar mew announces the presence of one of minho’s cats, soonie. soonie and the new cat sniff each other before leaping into minho’s lap. he laughs as he runs his hands through their soft fur.

the next morning, minho wakes up with a light weight on his chest and sees a curious face of a siamese cat staring at him.

“hi kitty,” minho says, booping the cat’s nose with his index. eager for the same attention, soonie, doongie, and dori leap onto minho’s body and shove their faces into his.

on the other side of his bedroom wall, you curl up on your bed, lonely as hell. your cat had disappeared yesterday, leaving only her collar. the thought of your trigonometry test and dance assessment forces you to get out of bed.

dark rainclouds gather in the sky, signaling the arrival of rain soon.

as you lock your apartment door, you see your neighbor say goodbye to his cats. a deep longing wrenches through your heart as you listen to him.

“bye soonie! bye doongie! bye dori! bye kitty!” he says with his beautiful, smooth, melodious voice.

four cats? you think, confused. i thought he only had three, since like, yesterday. i think i’m losing it.

you don’t realize you’re staring until he says, “hi.”

“hi,” you squeak shyly, self-consciously fixing your hair. as he looks at you, you realize how pretty he is. he looks at you with gorgeous big boba-colored eyes thoughtfully.

“do i know you?” he asks. then he snaps his fingers before you can process. “you’re yn, right? from my dance class, trig, chem… and linguistics?”

“yeah,” you utter, staring at him hypnotically.

“i’m minho,” he introduces himself, smiling. you almost faint at his cute little bunny smile.

“yn,” you reply, finally mustering enough energy to make your brain cells function half of what they’re capable of.

“well, i’ll see you around?” minho asks. “maybe let’s exchange numbers later, huh?” before you can reply, he leaves with your heart, his bag slung across one shoulder, throwing a finger heart back at you and a small, shy smile.

you smile back, half in shock, half in ecstasy, your loneliness forgotten.

the solemn day drags on until lunch break, when you decide to escape to your favorite cafe. you haul your bag onto your table and take out your folder, a handful of sharpies, and your phone.

“alright, chai, i’m getting you home,” you breathe out as you open your folder. taking out your first missing cat poster, you take a black sharpie and uncap it.

your hand flies across the paper as you write in neat script “missing cat. female brown siamese with blue eyes. comes to the name chai. please call xxx yyy once seen.”

“hey, mind if i sit?”

you look up from your work. “oh. yeah, sure, sorry about my mess,” you murmur apologetically. minho shrugs, flashing another cute smile. he toys with a black bracelet, matching the white one on his wrist.

“why aren’t you with your friends?” he asks hesitantly. you stiffen immediately, your grip on your pen tightening. minho notices, of course he notices, he can notice anything.

“oh. i’m sorry–” he stammers, his cheeks reddening. you don’t say anything, you’re too focused on trying not to break down and on your handwriting. his pretty eyes land on your cat’s picture and he freezes.

minho stares at the image of your cat, his heart racing. his hands shake as he thinks back about the stray cat he cared for yesterday. the kitty he found looked exactly like your chai.

“um, i–i have to go,” minho stammers, standing up. his bunny smile is gone, instead he’s biting his lip. you stand up as well, trying to grab his hand before he leaves.

“min–” minho slips out of your grasp and disappears, his eyes covered by his bangs.

minho avoids you the rest of the day. dance practice was especially hard not to interact with him. you were paired up with him, like fate.

you can still remember the way his hands held you up when he accidentally crashed into you, the way he licked his lips nervously as he stared into your eyes.

“sorry,” you mumble under your breath to him as you accidentally elbowed him. minho tries not to smile at your obvious flusteredness as he breathes down your neck. you shiver involuntarily and he smirks, suddenly summoning some energy and forgetting the game of avoidance.

“you’re a good dancer,” he murmurs in your ear at the end of practice as he flies past you and disappears through the door. once minho leaves, the guilt of taking your cat gnaws at his heart again.

as soon as he steps outside, the drizzling of rain starts. minho stares up at the flecks of water painting across the sky and smiles slightly.

he twists the key to his door quickly and opens it. his three cats attack him and minho leans down to scratch each of their ears. he realizes his kitty, your chai, isn’t there. instead he sees chai’s silhouette on the window. chai taps the glass and minho opens it, confused.

the rain patters loudly against the rooftops of the ground floor and before minho can blink, chai is gone.

“no!”

as you walk back to your apartment, the rain attacks you viciously. you have your hood on but you can feel the wetness seap into the fabric. realizing the hood is useless, you take it off, letting the raindrops fall on your head.

suddenly you see a siamese cat a few meters in front of you on the sidewalk, looking straight at you. you blink a few times, thinking it’s an illusion of the rain and your mind.

“chai?” the cat meows and turns around and runs away from you. you take a fraction of a second to react and you’re running after her.

“you freaking cat–” you mutter as you run along the side of the buildings to avoid the random people walking.

chai leads you to what used to be your favorite park until–until you discovered your ex was cheating on you here.

you see chai walk up to a shape that looks vaguely familiar holding an umbrella. you get closer when you recognize them.

“minho?”

“yn?”

minho looks up at you, memorizing your body. your cheeks are flushed from running and your hair is damp from the rain.

you open your mouth but no sound comes out. minho laughs and takes your hand, pulling you under the umbrella and closer. your back is against his chest and he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“so, here’s the short version,” minho begins quietly, suddenly shy. “i may have accidentally taken in your cat not knowing she was yours and here we go, i was scared you’d think i had stolen her but then she escaped and–”

you unravel his arms from your waist and press your index to his lips, stopping his frantic flow of words.

“hey. it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “i guess she wanted us to–” your voice becomes a squeak. “be together?” you feel your cheeks turn red and you bring a hand up to cover your embarrassed face.

instead, minho catches it and pulls you swiftly into a kiss. the feeling of his soft lips against yours makes your heart race in your chest, threatening to burst out. minho cups your chin and the kiss becomes harder.

your mingled breaths warm the atmosphere around you until you both break the kiss. minho looks down shyly, a small smile on his lips.

“and all this time, i thought she was just a stray cat.”

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piratefishmama · 11 months

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Nest | Part 4

A Steddie A/B/O ficlet

Eddie hadn’t skimped on ‘personal’ items. His bags were full to the brim, not of things for him to wear, but of other people’s clothes. Other people’s things.

He had sweatshirts, he had shirts, he had an old pair of jeans, some hoodies, he had pillowcases and extra blankets to throw over the scentless nest building ones provided.

He was prepared to fill his nest with comforting scents. Yet there wasn’t a single alpha scent among them.

Steve felt… comfortable there. He wasn’t intruding on anyone’s rightful place, the alpha in him felt like it belonged in that spot when Eddie finally decided he’d had enough of layering hoodies and shirts generously donated by his bandmates and friends and settled himself back next to Steve, laying in that spot where he’d just taken a momentary break, hands tired.

So it was kind of a surprise when Eddie came out, after a moments silence, with “I’m missing something.” Like it wasn’t that big of a deal if he didn’t have it, but it wasn’t there, so he needed to make it known.

“I can have one of the staff call your emergency contact if you want, see if they can get it for you?” Robin would still be at the front desk, she wouldn’t mind.

“N-no… no i—I don’t think Wayne would be able to get what I need. It’s… dumb. It’s dumb, I don’t need it, it’s okay.” Steve shifted so he was on his side, elbow propping his face up as he looked down at the omega.

So, he was pretty. He was very pretty. He was a goddamn pretty omega at that angle, how had Steve just never noticed before?

Had he really been that blind in high school?

“Eddie… whatever it is, it’s not dumb, think of it like this… pregnant omegas will ask for the weirdest shit to eat, like… the weirdest combination of foods, apparently my mother? She always asked for Celery covered in Nutella, and tuna with beef pâté on this fancy herb bread my Nonna bakes” the expression, yeah Eddie was very cute. Too cute actually. “I mention this, because it’s important to cater to those weird requests, cause that’s your body basically asking for whatever nutrients comes from those things. That’s your body saying I need something that’s in those things, combine them for quicker consumption. It’s the same sort of concept, you’re in pre-heat, that little omega part of your brain is asking for something it needs, it’ll be stressed without it making this whole thing less effective. So what is it?”

Steve had done his training, he'd spent hours, weeks, months, years of his life learning this shit so he could be better, so he could help people like Eddie.

So he could be there for someone who needed him, because so few had needed him while growing up.

So he could tell that Eddie was obviously conflicted. Brows furrowed, his bottom lip captured between his teeth worrying at the plush skin reddening it and— okay stop focusing on his lips, Steve.

“You won’t judge me?” God could those eyes get any prettier? Any bigger? Any shinier?

Steve just about managed to catch the little whine at the back of his throat, caught it before it escaped, critical hit right there. He needed to get himself under control. “Eddie…”

“You were such a judgy bitch in high school, Steve! You cant blame me for being hesitant now.”

“Okay. I’ll give you that.” He was judgemental. He and Robin had spent many hours judging people from the reception desk, never the Omegas but definitely random staff members or people who brought their family members in, those who were fair game basically “I can be judgemental, you’re right, it’s in my nature, but never here, you’re safe here, I swear.”

“So like… a customer service smile?”

Steve grinned, all teeth, eyes shining with amusement in a way that made Eddie feel good, it gave him fuzzies.

“Exactly like a customer service smile, only with you—” Steve had the audacity to boop his nose just to watch the adorable little scrunch it garnered. Eddie couldn’t even be mad, his whole being just kind of tingled at the minimal contact. An alpha touched him. He wanted more. Steve was right next to him, close enough to curl into, that broad chest of his close enough to burrow into and snooze for a while. “I mean it.”

So he did just that. He rolled inwards. Decided Steve’s chest was exactly where he wanted to be and if Steve let him, which he did, the alpha merely letting out a soft, surprised sound, before wrapping an arm around Eddie’s body to hold him there, Eddie would stay. Comfortable. Practically purring in contentment.

He had the best alpha in his nest. He was going to enjoy it dammit!

“I’ve… never had anything of an alpha’s in my nest” he finally admitted into the soft fabric of Steve’s shirt. It made sense. He’d never had an alpha in his life, of course he wouldn’t have had anything of an alpha’s in his nest. “I was just—I just thought that maybe… it’s stupid but—maybe you’d give me something?”

It must have been the right thing to say, because the sweetest smell of cinnamon buns, toasted marshmallows, and the most delightful rumble of a sound seemed to just burst from Steve’s whole being.

The Alpha was pleased. His Alpha. His. Steve was his now. No returns.

Steve squeezed him. Squished him into his chest in a hug. His Alpha was damn near euphoric, it was the right thing to say, right thing to do, and it got him a wonderful hug too. God, Steve had such perfect arms. Perfect chest too, Eddie just wanted to bury his face between those pectorals and stay there.

Which was good because Steve didn’t seem to be keen on letting him go. Good.

“Anything” Steve answered him, tilting his head down to press his face into all those fluffy curls and just breathe. The Omega in his arms crooning softly in delight “I’d give you anything, Eddie… anything you want, it’s yours.”

Steve. He wanted Steve. It felt like such a good time to ask too. Anything, Steve said anything, and Eddie was an opportunistic little shit when he wanted to be, he could ask for anything and Steve would give it to him. Was this what it felt like to be wanted by an alpha? To feel his whole body alight with warmth? It wasn’t even sexual, he just… he felt good.

An immense amount of pleasure that had nothing to do with sex, it was just… like he’d found his spot and didn’t have to leave it. Home. He’d found home.

“Then… can I have you?”

Part 6

#PirateWrites #NestFiclet #Steddie #CW: A/B/O #No Upside Down AU #Omegaverse #Omega!Eddie Munson #Alpha!Steve Harrington

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lipglossanon · 10 months

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Out Here All Night

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A Little Savory tier commission for @iloveyousomuch1989

Word count: 1993

Thanks so much for the request! 💜 💜 😘

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, kissing, tipsy reader, biting/hickeys, dirty talk, degradation, objectification, spitting, unprotected sex, creampie

proofread! But apologies for any mistakes I may have missed 😅

Title from Out Here All Night by Damone

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You tug down the hem of your dress after you climb up the porch steps. Never more thankful than now that your parents are gone since you stayed out with your friends a little later than intended… and maybe coming home a little more tipsy than intended, too. You giggle to yourself as you unlock the front door and step inside. You kick off your shoes and slide the lock back into place.

You pad into the living room and see Leon lounging on the couch, looking bored as he channel surfs. Oh he’s so pretty you think, a giggle slipping past your lips. His attention moves over to you and you see him tense as he rakes his eyes down your body. You feel a thrill of satisfaction as he takes in your red mini dress, hugging your curves and shimmering in the lowlight from the tv.

You walk over to him, a bubbly smile spreading over your face, “Hi, big brother.”

With an oomph, you plop down next to him, side to side as you look up into his face.

“Where have you been?”

His low voice gives you goosebumps making you shiver.

“Out with some friends,” you giggle, “missed you, shoulda come with.”

He grins down at you, “Sounds like you had fun. Had a few drinks, huh?”

“Just a few,” you stifle a laugh with your palm making his grin widen.

His hand smooths across your neck, teasingly running through your hair before grazing your shoulders. You sigh and lean into the feeling.

“I love your eyes, Leon,” you giggle again, staring up into his dark blue gaze, “my pretty big brother.”

He chuckles and drags his fingertips over the line of your throat, “Mmm yeah? Think I’m pretty, little sis?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, “really pretty.”

You boop his nose with a giggle making him laugh at you.

“You’re being really sweet huh, princess?” he murmurs, thumb tracing along your bottom lip.

You feel bold under his heated gaze shifting yourself to straddle his hips, glittery dress hiking up with the motion and showing off your thighs.

You run your nails along his scalp making him groan which lights you up on the inside.

“Love your hair too, ‘n you always smell so good,” you whisper, lowering your head to nibble at his jaw, “anytime I smell your cologne I get really, really wet.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, watching you with dilated eyes, “what else, little sis?”

“Y’know,” you bite your lip, rocking down onto his bulge, “you're so strong, love when you push me around and force me to do stuff.”

He grunts as your nails scratch through his hair and across his neck, “I like that too.”

You giggle and kiss his neck softly, “Love your big fat cock and how it always stretches me out,” your lips trail up to nip his earlobe, “I also like when you talk dirty to me, saying you’re g’nna make me take it.”

Leon groans as you kiss his jaw, teasingly bypassing his lips to kiss the other side of his face. His hands grip your ass tight enough to bruise, making you whine. He slaps his hands down on each cheek before groping until the fat dimples between his fingers driving you to press into him harder.

“Want it, want big brother’s cock in my needy princess pussy,” you kiss his cheek sloppily, “wanna be big brother’s slut, just a hole for him to use anytime he needs to cum.”

“Fuck me,” he murmurs, pulling you back by the hair, “such a dirty little sister, huh? Need big brother that bad?”

“Uh huh,” you moan, rocking down on his chubbed cock, “‘m all yours, my pussy is made for your cock.”

He kisses you messily, tongue licking past your lips to taste you. Scraping his teeth against your bottom lip, he sucks it into his mouth before letting go with a pop. A low whine escapes you as he pushes closer, slanting his mouth to deepen your kiss. His tongue flutters into your mouth.

You moan and suck on his tongue eagerly, letting your hips roll down to grind against him. Leon’s fingers slip under your slinky dress to rub against your cunt, lacy panties completely soaked. He moans into your mouth as he lets himself feel all across your panty clad slit, wetness coating his fingers.

“Take it off,” he growls, yanking the spaghetti straps off of your arms and shoving the neckline below your breasts.

With a pained groan, he watches as your breasts bounce in his face as he tries to work your dress down your body.

“God damn,” he mutters before latching onto a hard nipple making you keen.

“Big brother,” you mewl as he swaps to the other sensitive bud.

“Sexy fucking tits right in my face,” he spits out, nipping and sucking at the underside of each breast until they bruise.

He yanks you by the hair again making you whimper before letting go to squeeze your tits in each hand.

“Use me,” you gasp out, “use my pussy like a little fucktoy, big brother.”

He turns and shoves you down on the couch, kneeling in between your legs as he grips where your dress is bunched up and roughly pulls it all the way off. You whine at him, arching your hips up drawing his eyes to the pretty lace that’s practically transparent now from your slick.

“Gonna eat this hot little cunt,” he rumbles, snagging the hem of your panties and pulling them off, tucking them in his pocket.

“Noo,” you pout, foot coming up to press on his clavicle, “don’t want your mouth, want your cock.”

His eyes are so dark now they look black, “You just want big brother to ream this pretty pussy?”

“Yes, yes, please, ‘m just your little cock hungry slut,” you toss your head back.

Leon undresses then leans forward, pressing his cock against your slick cunt. His thumb comes up to pull your bottom lip down, dropping your mouth open. You loll your tongue out excitedly. He spits directly on your tongue making your clit pulse in hot arousal. You swallow, feeling his cock kick against your pussy lips. He growls and spits hard into your panting mouth.

“Beg me for it, baby sis,” he smacks his dick against your clit, “beg me to fuck this slutty hole.”

“Want it so bad, Leon,” you let your foot fall away, to wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your slick folds against his thick cock.

“Aww princess, it doesn’t sound like you want it,” he mockingly pouts, dragging his fat tip against the hood of your slippery clit.

“Big brother, please,” your voice breaks as tears gather at your lash line, “want you to stretch me on your big cock, want you to use my hole til you cum.”

“Fucking hell, you’re so hot,” he groans, pressing the tip of his dick inside your pussy, slowly sinking into your fluttering walls until he’s balls deep inside of you.

You gasp trying to swallow air as he bullies in and out of your spasming pussy.

“Speechless?” he laughs at you, “nothing but a dumb little cockwhore.”

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m your cockwhore, big brother,” you moan, hands digging into his shoulders, thighs spasming as they wrap tightly around his waist.

Leon groans and cages you in with his body, forearms bracketing your head as he slowly ruts his cock into your soaked hole.

“Just my little slut, huh? Like your pretty big brother fucking you with his big cock?” he sucks a bruise into your neck, one of his hands coming up to tangle in your hair to tilt your head back.

“S’good, love it so much, want it all the time,” you thrash underneath his weight.

He hums and keeps biting bruises into your skin in between words, “My own personal pocket pussy, just a wet little hole for my dick.”

You nod jerkily, dislodging Leon’s mouth from your neck and the collar of bruises he’s left across your throat. He moves up to messily lick past your lips, sucking on your tongue before filling your mouth with his own. Pulling away, he sloppily kisses down to your neck, teeth sinking into the bruised skin again making you whimper and squirm.

“Big brother, please,” you mewl needily, nails scratching along his back making him buck harder into you.

“Such a slutty sister,” his laugh ends on a groan as your cunt clenches around his dick, “mmm, that pussy loves the way I’m talking about her, just squeezin’ me so tight.”

He picks up the pace, cock thrusting into you harder and harder, grinding against your g-spot every time he presses into your cunt. One of his hands moves to grip your waist as the other slips down to rub your pudgy clit.

“Leon,” you moan, pussy clenching down on his thick cock, eyes fluttering as the pleasure builds.

“Yeah? Gonna cream big brother’s cock like a good cockdrunk whore, hmm?” he coos mockingly, “this pretty pussy’s been crying for a good fuck.”

His eyes watch your pussy greedily suck his cock back in with every thrust.

“What’re you, baby sis?” the hand on your waist moves up to grip your chin, “tell me and I’ll make you cum.”

“‘m yours,” you choke out as he bullies your g-spot with the fat tip of his cock, “my pussy’s yours, big brother.”

“I know that, princess,” he simpers condescendingly, “aren’t you my little slut? Big brother’s own little cumdump?”

“Yes!” you whine, hips rocking down onto his thick cock, “I’m your slut, big brother. Nothing but a slutty hole for you to use whenever you want, c’n use my princess pussy any time.”

“Fuck me, little sis, such a dirty mouth,” he grins, “think it’s about time that hot little cunt creamed me, don’t you?”

“Please, Leon—big brother,” your nails score down his chest making him grunt, “w’nna cum for you, wanna cum for my brother.”

“Damn,” he hisses, roughly flicking his thumb on your clit as he grinds into your pussy.

He bites your shoulder just as his fingers pinch your sensitive bundle of nerves, making your hips arch as pleasure washes over your body. Your walls pulse and flutter around his dick making Leon groan and snap his hips into you harder.

“Feels so fucking good—god damn,” he groans, burying his cock deep inside your spasming cunt and cumming, hot jizz coating your walls.

You sigh when he slowly pulls out, Leon hissing at the sensation. He lays down next to you, squeezing himself between the back of the couch and your body.

“So fucking lucky to have you,” he murmurs into your hair, “you’re next level sometimes.”

You giggle and turn to kiss his jaw, “Just sometimes?”

Humming, he kisses your swollen lips, nipping the bottom one, “Don’t need you getting an ego.”

He laces your fingers together making your heartbeat pick up as he pulls you into his arms.

“Think you’re the one with an ego,” you bite your lip stifling your grin.

“That goes without saying, princess. Gotta keep up with you,” he kisses your lips, a little softer and slower, “prettiest fucking girl,” another slow, wet kiss, “so smart,” another tongue teasing kiss, “and sexy.”

You sigh and let Leon pull you into slowly making out, all soft lips and hot tongues. Feeling your eyes start to droop, you pull away from his mouth.

“Tired, Leon,” you mumble, pressing your face into his neck.

“Mm, let’s get to bed then. C’mon, I’ll carry you,” he kisses the top of your head and helps you to your feet before swinging you up into a bridal carry.

The next thing you know is Leon laying you out on his sheets. Pulling you into his chest to cuddle, you sigh happily and snuggle further into his arms, letting his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

#lipglossanon #paid requests #kofi commission #stepbro!leon s kennedy #stepbro leon s kennedy/you #stepbro!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fem!reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #lipglossmasterlist

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 11 months

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One Night in Roma

Pairing: JoeXFemReader

Request: I know you're writing a fic for Joseph and maybe after today's new photos you can write something about a drunk Joseph in Italy...like in the chair in the back

I won't lie. I jumped to this request because the words just came and I rolled with it. Hope you enjoy!

18+ Only

You stood on the roof, gazing out over the city below you. You had brought you to Italy multiple times but the beauty of the country never failed to leave you in awe. The sounds of casual conversation, ice clinking in glasses, and music playing hummed in your ears. You swayed softly to the beat of the music, losing yourself to the moment completely before turning around, your eyes finding your favorite guy.

Joe was off chatting to his friends and you could tell he was fairly drunk by this point. He’d been enjoying this vacation to its fullest and you were glad. He’d been working so hard lately, bouncing from con to con meeting his fans, and he was beginning to shoot the Gladiator sequel shortly so that wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Your man was tired. It filled your heart with joy to see him so relaxed, leaning back against the parapet, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other, a wide smile lighting up his face, creating those little crinkles next to his eyes that you loved so damn much.

He caught you watching him and winked, raising his hand and beckoning you over, “Hey darling, come here.”

You made your way over, smoothing down your skirt as you approached. Joe took your hand, pulling you to him until you stood between his legs, pressed against his chest. His friends chuckled and walked away, joining another small group. Joe’s hand came to rest on your hip as he nuzzled his nose against your hair, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm…you smell delish,” he rumbled, fingers kneading your hip, his nose now moving along your ear and down your neck. You gasped when his tongue flattened against your throat, licking from the base to your chin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

“Joe…” Your brain was telling you that you were surrounded by a bunch of onlookers, your body didn’t give a shit, and you were struggling to protest. “You’re drunk, baby.”

“I most certainly am,” he agreed, pulling back and booping your nose with his finger, that throaty giggle bubbling out of him and you couldn’t help but join in. The man’s laugh was so infectious. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want, darling.”

“Baby, your friends are all around us,” you whispered.

“My friends aren’t down there.” Joe looked over his shoulder, down off the side of the balcony, where there were two chairs on a lower level. Down far enough to be out of eyesight but not earshot. His hand slid from your hip to your lower back as his lips came next to your ear again. “Do you think you can be quiet for me, love?”

“Joe, I don’t know,” you replied, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you glanced down at the sitting area.

“My pretty girl…” Joe crooned, jutting his lower lip out, those soft, puppy dog eyes begging you as he took your hand, bringing it to his crotch, his erection already straining against his slacks. “Look at what you do to me, love. I need you.”

You groaned softly, “Joseph, stop giving me those eyes.”

“What eyes?” he asked innocently, smirking because he knew he had you now.

He grabbed your hand, leading you along the edge of the balcony to a small set of stairs that led down to the sitting area. You glanced around but none of the others were paying attention, lost in their own conversations, many of them drunk, dancing, not caring what you and Joe were doing.

“Come here,” Joe growled, flopping back into the chair, pulling you onto his lap.

You maneuvered your legs under the arms so they hung on either side. Joe’s large hands covered your face, pulling your lips to his. His tongue danced along yours before he pulled your lower lip between his own, gently sucking. His hands were roaming now, sliding down your back and under your top, over your rib cage. His fingers danced over your skin until he covered each breast with one his hands, thumbs teasing your nipples over the flimsy lace until you uttered a low moan, his mouth swallowing the sound.

All thoughts of the other guests upstairs vanished from your mind,

your hips rolling over his. His erection pressed against your center and now you were whimpering, hands gripping his shoulders, needing this just as much as he did. You felt the growl in his chest as he took one nipple in each hand, pinching and pulling until you pulled away from his mouth, biting down on your own lip to keep from crying out.

“This skirt was a bloody good idea,” Joe hissed, hands now on your knees, pushing the gauzy fabric slowly along your thighs. “Fuck, the person who invented these things is a damn genius. Easy access.” He traced his fingers over the front of your panties and you choked out a gasp. “Mmm…so wet already. Shit, I want to taste you but that might have to wait until later.” One hand teased, thumb running over your clit through the satin underwear as the other gripped the back of your back.

“Jesus, Joe,” you muttered, hips rocking against him as his fingers slid past your underwear. His thumb brushed along your sensitive little bud and you buried your face in his neck, smothering the sounds you couldn’t control. You never could when Joe was touching you. Your hips bucked harder and he groaned deeply.

“That’s so fucking good, darling,” he whispered, “keep going.”

You needed no encouragement, your body aching for release as Joe kept your pleasure building, your pussy pulsing in anticipation of release. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back and his tongue traced a path from the base of your throat to your mouth before his lips claimed yours again. He sensed how close you were and slowed his thumb, now making lazy circles.

“Joe…baby…please…” you pleaded, gasping, grinding yourself against his hand, his erection, seeking out a way to relieve the tension within you, wound tighter than a clock.

“Does my beautiful girl need to come?” he asked.

“Yes. Jesus Christ, yes. Please,” you whispered, struggling to remind yourself that you needed to be quiet. His thumb picked up its pace and then he flicked your clit and you cried out, eyes closing.

“Must be quiet darling,” Joe mused, enjoying how out of control you were becoming at his touch. He yanked on your hair again. “If you want to come, you need to open those lovely eyes. I want to see you.”

You struggled to follow his command, opening your eyes and the intensity with which he was looking at you was enough to send you over the edge. Joe anticipated it and covered your mouth with his, swallowing your screams of pleasure as your body shuddered, his thumb never ceasing, working you through as you tumbled off the edge, coming completely undone.

“Good girl,” he praised, tongue running gently over your lower lip. “Can you stand up for me, darling?”

You nodded, legs shaking as you gripped the arms of the chair, slowly making your way to your feet. Joe watched you, undoing his pants and sliding them and his boxers down his legs just enough, his length now on full display. You went to get on your knees, assuming that’s what he wanted but he held up a finger, shaking it and his head before spinning his finger.

“No darling, turn around.”

You did, your legs almost giving out but he grabbed onto your hips, steadying you. Joe slid your skirt up to your hips, pulling you back onto him, his cock slipping inside you slowly. You moaned as he bottomed out, your ass nestled snug against his hips. Nothing ever felt the way this did, Joe filling you up, stretching you completely, fitting inside you like his cock had been molded for you.

“Shit darling…your pussy is fucking perfect,” he growled against your ear, hands slipping under your shirt again, cupping your breasts as he pressed his hips up into you and your eyes rolled back, head falling against his shoulder.

You grabbed onto the arms of the chair, using it as leverage as you lifted your body and lowered it again, riding his cock. You relished the soft grunts and groans he released against your neck, his teeth nibbling the tender flesh there. When you took his full length in again, you rotated your hips, gasping as he hit all the right places within you.

“Fuck, my pretty girl,” Joe hissed, “keep doing that. So good…”

You didn’t need telling twice. It was so fucking good. Joe kept one hand on your breast, teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand traveled down along your stomach, under your skirt and back to your clit. You had no control, over stimulated, lost in the intense sensation throbbing through your body. The minute his finger brushed your clit, you cried out and his hand that had been teasing your breast clapped over your mouth.

“Darling, don’t want us caught,” he reminded, groaning deeply as he rocked his hips, matching your rhythm, his finger brushing over your clit, alternating between back and forth movements and circles until you were mewling, back arching, completely undone. “Gonna come for me again, love? Yeah, you are. Come on, beautiful. Be a good girl for me and come all over my cock.”

You shrieked against his hand, back arching, body rigidly shaking as Joe kept hold of you, keeping you from slipping down off of him. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the chair for dear life before collapsing against him.

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, both hands grabbing onto your hips as he thrust up into you hard and fast. His breathing picked up, low grunts rising out of him before his fingertips dig in hard and you felt him fill you. “Fuck…Shit…”

You melted into him, your body refusing to cooperate. Joe’s arms came around you, holding you against him, his lips pressing against your shoulder, your neck, your cheek. Your head rolled and you wondered how in the hell you were going to get up. Just sitting here, nestled against Joe, sounded perfect right now. Your legs had lost all function.

“You are so fucking amazing, darling,” Joe growled, nipping at your earlobe. “Jesus Christ, I love you.”

“I love you,” you gasped quietly, “but I can’t walk Joe.”

A laugh rumbled in his chest, “Then I did my job.”

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn fanfic #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #joe quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x you

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papermonkeyism · 1 year

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This post can be found in my devArt, (link), please use that for linking if you need the reference, thank you!

Wingbeans

The funny little griffin-y things colloquially known as wingbeans are flightless, roughly cat-sized, seemingly mammalian creatures with curious nature.

They resemble bipedal cats with chicken feet, but not quite. They are usually covered in soft, floofy fur, except for their hind legs and pawpads. They have soft snoot covering their mouths, which they will boop into things and people they like. Snoot bumps are their way of saying hello.

They have big, bright eyes with vertical slit pupils, and their nostrils are hidden beneath the floof of the snoot. They trust their sight and hearing more than their sense of smell.

They have short arms with three fingers, that are usually held tucked against their chest. The fingers usually have hidden cat claws.

Their wings are small and covered in soft, fluffy feathers, that are used mostly as display and as an additional pair of arms when climbing. The wings have five fingers in a fluff mitten, each having a paw pad, which is where the name wingbean comes from. In a wild type 'bean only the thumb of the wing has a retractable claw, like a cat, to use as climbing grip and for defence.

Their legs are usually hairless from ankle down, and have four toes, three pointing forwards and a small dewclaw pointing backwards. The foot claws are dull, and non-retractable.

They usually have long floofy tails, though there are short tailed and even bobtailed variations. It is also possible to have a tuft tipped tail.

Wingbeans are omnivorous, and as a species aren't picky about what they eat, though personal preferences vary wildly.

Wingbeans can have anywhere between 1 and 4 kittens (also called beanies or beanlings) at a time, most often 2. The kittens are born within a soft leathery egg shell, and they hatch usually within few hours after birth. They nurse their young like mammals.

Mom takes care of the kittens untill they're big enough to fend for themselves, though the offspring often stays nearby even as adults. The 'beans are social creatures who enjoy hanging out with friends, so big family groups (be they actually related or adopted) aren't unusual.

Wingbeans are considered fully grown at one year old, and in the wild their life span tends to be around 20 years, though domesticated 'beans can get a lot older.

Wild wingbeans come in a wide variety of markings and their colors cover all shades of browns and grays, but some have been bred to display brighter colors and strange markings, including unnatural ones. All coat types and lengths are possible; short haired, long haired, curly coated, maned, etc.

They have no apparent sexual dimorphism, and gender appears to be an optional feature to them.

Wingbeans are meant to be fun creatures, and to bring joy and fun.

Wingbeans are not meant for making money. They can be created freely, and they may be gifted, but they shall not be sold.

If you want to get rich by making weird little griffin-y things, make your own species.

Can I make my own wingbean?

Yes you can!

Can I make wingbean adoptables?

As long as you don't sell the designs for real life money. Giving them away for free, or trading them for virtual stuff such as virtual petsites' in-game currency, or things like art or poetry is fine.

Can I make wingbean NFTs/sell them for crypto stuff?

No.

Can I commission people to draw my wingbean?

Yes! Also, while wingbeans themselves aren't meant to be bought with money, do pay artists for the work they do. Artists need to eat too.

Can I commission an artist to design me a wingbean?

I'd say that still counts under the commission clause, so yes.

Can I use them in my D&D/TTRPG campaign?

Sounds fun, sure!

What if I want my wingbean to have rainbow colors?

Sure. Maybe your 'bean was bred by a wizard or something. Have fun!

Can my wingbean have raptor claws?

Sounds awesome. Go for it!

Can my wingbean have horns or other fancy details?

Did your 'bean wander in the way just as you were about to cast polymorph, didn't it?

You said they are flightless, but what if I want my wingbean to be able to fly?

Sounds like it was either born with bigger wings, or it can levitate. Either way sounds cool.

Can I make a wingbean of a big cat species?

That might stretch the definition of a wingbean, but if you feel like it's still wingbeany enough, then sure, go for it!

Do they have whiskers?

They can, if you want.

Are wingbean legs scaly like bird feet, or leathery?

Whichever you want. Both are good.

Are there any rare or limited features or markings?

The rarity of those depend entirely on what kinds of 'beans people create. If half the people making wingbeans decide to make theirs blue, then I guess blue isn't a rare color at that point, now is it?

But how will I know if my wingbean is special?

It's special because it's yours. No wingbean belongs behind paywalls.

What would a hairless wingbean look like?

Considerably less fluffy.

#Wingbeans #long post

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sagechanoafterdark · 2 months

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Ransom and Marshmallow getting into a boop war with each other 🤣🤣🤣

"Boop."

Blinking a few times, Ransom watched as your finger withdrew from the tip of his nose and back across the kitchen island. You were standing there in your robe and slippers still in the late afternoon, clearly getting caught up in your day off by wasting time on the internet.

Ransom scrunched his nose slightly, wiggling it at the itch, "What was that?"

"I boop'd you."

You blinked up at him expectantly, but he didn't quite know what that meant.

"And?"

With a slight frown, you stared meaningfully into his eyes for a long moment and slowly raised your finger again. This time pressing with a little more force onto the end of his nose with a whispered, "Boop."

He blinked again as you withdrew your finger again, "Is this some stupid internet thing?"

"JUST BOOP ME BACK RANSOM!"

This time he rolled his eyes with a scoff, blue eyes watching you critically as you stood beside him at the counter. Ransom tentatively raised a finger, pushing before he made any contact with the tip of your adorable nose but that second was all you needed. With a flash of teeth and a cheeky grin, you lightly bit the tip of his finger with all the teasing mischievous mirth of an internet sensation cat.

"Hey," he exclaimed, hand dangling from between your teeth.

"Tha's wha hough get fo hot pahying," you mumbled around his digit.

Ransoms' lips pursed as he eyed you amusedly, "I'll show you what you get!"

Before he could get out of his seat you, spit out his finger and dashed out of the kitchen going for the stairs, "You'll never catch me!"

"Here I come pussy cat," he exclaimed taking the steps two at a time behind you. Grinning ear to ear as you giggled, dashing towards the bedroom where Ransom caught up to you and slammed the door shut behind him. "Got you trapped, Kitten."

"Oh no I'm so scared," you mocked from the rumpled bed, shuffling over the covers before Ransom tackled you with a heavy oof.

You laid still under him for a moment before trying to wiggle, "Christ you're heavy Ran."

"Must be all that Golden Retriever energy I've got," he growled into your ear.

"I was only teasing. It was girl's night with Lizzie, how was I supposed to know Grayson could hear me?"

Your excuses were short-lived as Ransom dug his fingers into your sides and all the little nooks and crannies he knew would have you squirming beneath him in no time.

Laughter and panic were hot in your chest as Ransom held you down, tears springing to your eyes and streaming as you wobbled back and forth at his mercilessness. "Ran. Please. Stop," you wheezed out. "Please! Oh no, I'm gonna pee Ransom! Stooooop!"

"It's what you get for teasing me," he shot back, mock rage in his voice. "Now take your punishment!"

A loud scream of laughter erupted from you as you managed to get the upper hand. Rolling him off of you and freeing yourself to the air of the room. You straddled him in the confusion, legs gripping his waist on either side.

"Ha," you exclaimed, sweaty and disheveled above him as your thighs pinned his hands to his sides. "Now who's got who?"

Ransom laughed a little, the rumble starting deep in his chest as he looked up at you, "Oh no, you got me. What do I do now?"

Narrowing your eyes you looked down at him before a very noticeable friend of his throbbed against your leg. With a smirk, you were sure to wiggle and settle your hips against him, just enough to tease and make him buck up against you just slightly.

"Close your eyes."

Instead of closing he narrowed his gaze at you as you began to lean down over him, "Trust me," you purred against him. "Close your eyes."

This time he did as asked, those impossibly long lashes touching his cheeks.

Ransom waited, feeling the heat of your breath and your weight shifting on top of him. Anticipating the feeling of your soft pillowy lips against his in that teasing brush he loved getting from you on playful days like this one. He waited patiently, eyes closed as he felt the ghost of your breath over his lips before...

"Boop."

"That's it!" Ransom shouted eyes shooting open as he flipped you over into the bed. You shrieked with laughter as he pinned you down kissing you as many times in a row as he pleased.

#Ransom x Reader #Ransom x You #Ransom Drysdale x Reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #Ransom x Marshmallow #Held For Ransom

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mynameismckenziemae · 3 months

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In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 3

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: The tension builds

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, sexual tension, wet dreams, etc.

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Charlie: Sorry to bug you on a Sunday but can you do me a favor and add someone in for me this week? Any day works.

Hayes: Depends. It’s not that old farmer who called me a dumbass when I told him he needed a new knee?

Charlie: Lol, no. It’s my friend Jake. Traumatic tibia/fibula fracture after he ejected from his jet.

Hayes: Wait, that Jake?

Charlie: My best friend Jake…yes.

Hayes: *cough* The one you’re in love with *cough*

Charlie: Maybe I was just trying to let you down easy.

Hayes: Liar. You have hearts in your eyes when you talk about him. 😍

Charlie:🖕🏻 Forget it. I’ll just drive him to Austin. And I am NOT getting you coffee at all this week. You’re on your own.

Hayes: No, I’ll see him. I’ve got to meet this guy.

Charlie: Thank you. He’s not talking about it yet but I think he’s pretty shaken up.

Hayes: I bet. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll look at my schedule.

Charlie: Great, thanks again.

Hayes: Anytime.

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Jake smiles a bit more when you eat dinner together at the table that night.

He falls asleep with his head in your lap again, tightening his grip on your thigh when you try to move, so you end up on the couch too; waking up with an awful crick in your neck.

“Hey Jake, let me up. I’ve gotta get in the shower,” you whisper.

“'m so comfy though,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your bare thigh; the slight scruff of his facial hair sends a thrill between your thighs.

You both freeze.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” Jake says, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“No big deal,” you say, brushing it off. “Need anything before I jump in the shower?”

“I’m good, thanks though,” he replies, lying back down.

He’s still asleep when you put his breakfast on the counter and a note on the coffee table telling him to call if he needs anything.

“Be a good boy for Jake, okay?” You tell Cash with a boop to his nose before heading to work.

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Jake’s on the porch when you pull in a little after 5, throwing a tennis ball to a delighted Cash. He looks better already; more rested and lighter.

You could used to seeing him at home every night.

“How was your day?” You ask as you juggle the pizza you picked up and some PT equipment.

“Pretty good, slept ‘til 10. Haven’t done that in years. Caught up on some TV and then came out here to play with Cash,” he says, petting your tired dog. “You?”

“Long but good. Dr. Hayes can you see you tomorrow over the noon hour. Let’s get your PT out of the way and if you do a good job I’ll reward with you pizza and beer.”

“I’ll try my best, what happens if I don’t?” Jake asks cheekily.

“You get a bologna sandwich and the day-old milk in the fridge,” you tease, knowing he hates bologna.

He looks a little green as he replies. “I’ll do good.”

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“I’m sweating. Why am I sweating Charlie?” Jake pants from the thick exercise mat on the floor.

You had him do some upper body work to keep him in shape when he gets back to California.

“‘Cause you lift too many weights without enough cardio,” you laugh at the offended look on his face. “I’m kidding. You just haven’t worked out in almost 2 weeks, so you’re a little deconditioned.”

“Apparently.”

“Alright, let’s finish up with some stretching,” you say, kneeling on the floor by him and lifting one of his legs.

“Jesus, your hip flexors are tight,” you say, pushing his leg towards his head.

“What the fuck is a hip flexor?” He grits out, holding his breath.

“Breathe. It’s the group of muscles towards the front of the hip. Right here,” you reply, hovering over his upper inner thigh.

He nods, face red. “Fuck that burns.”

“Maybe you’ll think twice before folding women in half, huh?” It slips out of your mouth before you think.

Very professional.

He huffs out a laugh. “It’s been so long since I’ve been laid, I don’t think I remember how to do that.”

“You too?” You cringe internally at yourself. Shut up.

“Yeah. Almost 2 years,” he replies, looking at the ceiling to avoid your eyes. “You?”

“Grad school, so about the same,” you answer, bending his leg for a different stretch.

“Fuckfuckfuck, cramp,” he grits out.

“Here, turn over and I’ll massage it.”

You help him to his stomach and dig your fingers into his hamstring, the muscle contracted and rock hard, but it eventually begins to loosen under your touch.

Other things begin to harden as your fingers work upwards, his ass clenches and he grunts when your hands almost reach the crease where his thigh and butt meet.

“Sorry, ticklish?”

“Mhmm,” he answers, his tone strained.

“Alright, you earned that pizza. Let’s go,” you pat his leg and rise.

“I need a minute,” he murmurs, face pressed into his crossed arms.

“Shoot, cramping up again?” You ask, ready to help.

“No. I’ve got a uhm…situation.”

“What hurts?”

“Nothing hurts. I’ve got a boner.”

“Oh,” you realize, heart skipping a beat.

He sighs, lifts his hips to presumably tuck himself into his waistband, and rolls back over.

Your eyes flick to his groin and your mouth waters at the thick, hard line of his erection.

You ignore it and help him up, catching him as he stumbles. His face just inches from yours. His eyes flick to your lips before meeting yours. “Thanks,” he says after clearing his throat and stepping back after you hand him his crutches.

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Your ‘Liked Songs’ on Spotify plays softly as you sit at the kitchen table as you share the pizza. The Coors are going down easy and soon you’re down to the final 2 of the 6 pack as Jake has you crying from laughing so hard as he tells you of Rooster’s latest antics.

You’re feeling good as you wash the few dishes when one of your favorite songs comes on.

“Give me one reason to stay here,” you song softly before turning to him and pointing your soapy finger at him. “and I'll turn right back around…”

“Sing it, Charlie!” Jake calls, taking another swig.

So you do, dancing along as you approach him.

The energy in the room shifts from playful to tense when you straddle the thigh of his good leg.

“You can call me baby,” you lean forward, brush your lips over his.

“You can call me anytime,” you whisper, meeting his heated gaze, rising quickly when you realize what you’re doing.

“Come on Cash, I’ll take you outside,” you say as you leave the room to cool off.

Jake’s head falls back as he tries to do the same.

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You both go to bed shortly after.

It takes ages to fall asleep as you kick yourself for your actions; tossing and turning most of the night and wake up feeling like you only slept an hour.

You hear Jake softly call your name as you head back to your room in a towel after your shower.

“Yeah?” You ask.

No response.

You hear him grumble again and wrap your towel around you tighter as you walk to his room, gasping when you push open his door.

The blankets are kicked off and he grips himself through his boxer briefs, eyes still closed.

He’s having a wet dream. About you.

“Charlie!” He mumbles, back arching as he cums, coating the inside of his briefs.

His eyes shoot open when you whimper at the sight.

“Fuck.”

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A/N: sorry this was another short one. I hope it’s decent, I wrote half of it while in the ER waiting for my husband to get a CT after he was in an accident today that totaled my car 😬 he’s okay btw, just very sore.

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing your feedback in comments/reblogs.

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mymainwastoocluttered · 2 years

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Batty for you (Lilia)

There's a little guest in Ramshackle, could you spare some fruits?

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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There is a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.

There shouldn't be a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Grim is right by your side, snoring away on his pillow, like the very spoiled cat monster weasel he is. And it is not the ghosts, they're too talkative to in just make a noise, they'd be giggling between words. So why is there a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night?

That's what you're going to figure out, slipping your feet in the fluffy slippers Vil gave you during the SDC and grabbing whatever blanket Grim isn't hogging. As quickly as your sleepy brain allows you, you speedwalk down the hallway, going directly to the kitchen, a fireplace poker firmly in hands. After Floyd almost scares you to death breaking in, your trusty poker has become a mighty weapon.

Oh, please, let it be Ace letting himself in because Riddle kicked him out again. Please.

"Khee!"

"Oh!" You startle, almost tripping on the blanket dragging in the floor.

Sitting on top of a counter is a quite big bat, surrounded by grapes and other fruits, munching happily on a strawberry. Oh, so it was the bat who made the noise by turning the fruit bowl upside down to spill the fruit out of it. Wait...

"... Are you one of Lilia's bats?"

The little one perks up at your voice, or maybe at his... Carer's name. Oh, it is so cute, like a big puppy, chewing on fruit with big eyes whole holding what didn't fit its mouth with its little hands. It swallows the piece before clicking at you a few times, and you're now in love with it.

"You're so cute~" you coo, sitting on a bench so you could prop your face on your hands and watch your visitor. "Did you get lost? Or is Lilia around?"

It clicks again before shoving the rest of the fruit in its mouth. You quickly grab a random grape and hand it to your guest, watching in delight as it takes the grape from you and then nuzzles you hand.

"So cute! Eat more, little one, there's a lot of fruit here."

"He won't be little anymore if you keep feeding him like that."

The shriek that rose from your lungs would've been enough to wake up even Leona, but thanks to Lilia and his fast thinking on covering your mouth, all that came out was a muffled squeal. He only lets go once he's sure you won't scream again.

"To think that's all I needed to do to get you to make a face like that," he winks at you, boyish smile sharp as always.

"Stop– if you do that again, I'm never talking to you ever again!" You threaten, huffing triumphantly when his smile drops a millimeter. "And get down from my counter!"

"Apologies, my dear, I didn't think you'd scare so easily," he is still smirking as he jumps off the counter, but you forgive him because he's so cute, and you have a massive crush on the man.

"... I forgive you. Now take your little friend and get out of my house."

"I thought we were welcomed here?"

"I can deal with a cute bat eating in my kitchen. You, on the other hand, will just cause mischief."

"Aw, I'm hurt you think so lowly of me, dear~" he dramatically places a hand on his forehead in an impressive perfomance. Add a hat and one would think he was Rook. "I am capable of more than just mischief."

"Mayhem."

"You're no fun."

Lilia shakes his finger at you, and you can't help but giggle at his antics. The little bat lets out a soft "khee", that you now notice sounds a lot like Lilia's laugh, taking your attention away from the fae. The little one licks its lips and then its little hands, before stretching his wings. With one swift movement, it goes up in the air, and fliess over to the bat fae.

"I see how it is, you don't eat my food, but a pretty girl's are fair game," Lilia accuses, booping the bat with a finger, and you feel like dying of cuteness.

"Maybe it doesn't like your boyish looks, Lils, maybe it likes my feminine charms~" you joke, winking at him. A yawn goes past your lips, and you remember that it is still the middle of the night.

"Maybe so," he chuckles, allowing the little bat to rest on his head. "That's a big yawn, missy, you should go back to bed."

"As soon as you leave my kitchen, Silver told me to never leave you alone with an oven."

The man pouts, prompting a soft laugh from you, only to smile again and bow. With a low 'later, dear', he disappears in a flash of light, much how Hornton tends to do. You are alone in the kitchen.

"He could at least have teleported me to bed," you joke to yourself, hugging the blanket tighter to your shoulders.

(Outside Ramshackle, Lilia scolds Henry the fruit bat in a soft voice for trying to play matchmaker so late at night. Henry reasons that he's very much a bat and likes to go out at night best, and maybe he wouldn't have to do this if Lilia stopped wasting time and confessed already.)

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dandelions-143 · 9 days

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Decode

Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist

Pairing: (non idols) Jisung x Minho x f!reader

Also featuring the rest of the members briefly.

Warnings: cussing, fighting, nothing too crazy.

Summary: Jisung has feelings for you but Minho also likes you.. when tensions rise between the two best friends what will unfold and where does that leave you? Keep reading to find out.

This is also written in third person.

Song and title idea credited to @moonndustx ♥️♥️

Jisung was stretched out on the blanket y/n had laid out beneath a large tree in the park that was not too far from her apartment complex. It was late afternoon and the sun cast a golden hue over the small friend group that was lazing about by the pond they frequented often.

The man laid there with his eyes closed, dosing in and out of a well deserved nap after stuffing himself full of the takeout they had ordered earlier when he heard a shrill squeal accompanied by Mino’s soft laughter. Jisung lazily lifted his head to see what was going on. He almost wished he hadn’t looked up. Minho had y/n wrapped up in his arms playfully bringing her over to the small pond, acting as if he was going to throw her in. Jisung felt a slight burn to his ears and cheeks trying not to stare but he kept glancing over at the two who had their hands all over each other.

“Since when did those two become close?” Jeongin asked as he sat close by scrolling through his phone. Jisung just shrugged, “We are all friends, so what.” His mumble came out a bit annoyed and that made Jeongin look up at his older friend. Jisung snapped, “What?” Jeongin just shook his head and went back to his scrolling, “You’re not jealous are you?”

He didn’t bother answering. He couldn’t be jealous, Minho was his best friend and y/n was as well. They were just playing around it doesn’t mean anything. He told himself.

Minho finally let go of her and stepped back laughing at her frazzled state. Y/n tried to give him her meanest look of disapproval which only made him smirk at her and boop her nose with his pointer finger. “Cute.” Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold in her smile, “stop that. Why are you such a jerk, Minho? What if I would have slipped and fell in!”

“Mm, I would have laughed, then told Jeongin to save you. I can’t swim.” He giggled and before y/n could argue any further Minho stepped close and plucked an eyelash from her cheek and held it up on the tip of his finger, leaned his head in closer and whispered, “make a wish.” Y/ns eyes met his and for a moment she hesitated, and in that moment Minho’s heart felt heavy.. it hit him all at once. He realized he had feelings deeper than playful friendship and meaningless flirting.

Meanwhile Jisung felt his own heart being squeezed as he watched the two people he loved getting closer. Panic rushed through his mind and he instantly began to overthink. What are they doing? Does she like Minho? Does he like her back?

As Jisungs mind raced with anxious questions Jeongin who had put his phone down to gather his things to leave noticed Jisung nervously scratching at his thigh as his eyes were glued to the couple standing a few feet away. “Hey, Ji, stop.” He gently put his hand over Jisungs and squeezed a little. “Why don’t you just ask her on a date? I’m sure Minho would back off if he knew how you felt.” That’s the thing.. he does know how I feel. Jisung thought to himself.

Jisung chewed at his bottom lip, “Yeah, he would. I mean, he wouldn’t compete with me over it.” He told himself more than Jeongin.

The two men gathered up their things since the sun had almost set below the horizon. Y/n and Minho helped gather the rest of their things and they all set off to leave. “Y/n, would you ride with me? I want to talk to you about something.” Jisung mustered up enough courage to say. His dark, wavy hair looked as if it had a bit of red in it with the fading sunlight. Y/n couldn’t help herself, she reached up and pushed a few soft strands behind his ear. “Sure thing.” She simply said with a smile.

Minho didn’t say anything but his eyes stayed glued to Jisung and Y/n as they said their goodbyes and got in the other car. “You coming?” Jeongin said, startling Minho out of his thoughts so they could get going.

It was quiet in the car at first, Y/n could tell Jisung was nervous but she had no clue why. They had been friends for ages so he shouldn’t feel anxious around her. “Ji, what is up with you? Usually you’re talking my head off.” Y/n turned to him as they pulled up to her apartment complex. Once he put the car in park he also turned to look at her. Jisung bit his lip, his heart was pumping so fast he could almost hear it in his ears.

He watched her looking at him with her beautiful curious eyes, she was so pretty to him it almost hurt. “Well.. I… um,” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked down not being able to look at her while he asked. “Would you want to go get dinner sometime? Or lunch.. hell, even coffee with me?” He began to ramble off a little. Only then did he look up at her through his lashes to see Y/ns reaction.

Y/n was looking at him not in surprise or shock as he expected but, she was smiling. A wide grin that lit up her entire face. “Well sure! Of course I’ll go have dinner, lunch, or coffee with you, Ji.” She giggled softly. “You didn’t have to be so nervous to ask that.” Jisung began to smile and nodded, “okay, I just didn’t want to make you feel awkward.”

Just then y/ns door opened which startled them both and there was Minho. “What are you two doing? You’ve been sitting here for ten minutes.” Jisung couldn’t help but be annoyed that he was even here. “And what are you doing, stalking us?” Jisung added with a roll of his eyes.

Minho just gave him a sickeningly sweet smile and held out his hand for Y/n to take. “Just making sure my girl gets inside safely.” Jisungs brows furrowed at his friend’s words. Y/n seemed oblivious to the tension between the two. She took Minhos hand so he could help her out of the car. Before Minho could close the passenger door Y/n leaned down and said to Jisung, “text me the details later okay? See you soon.”

Jisung smiled softly at her and nodded in reassurance, when Y/n had stepped away both the men’s smiles dropped as they stared at one another for a split second before they heard Y/n call, “Goodnight! Thanks for today!” And with that she stepped inside.

Minho then took it upon himself to lean back down to peer in the car at Jisung, “Just to make sure you understand, I like her. So back off a little, yeah?” Jisung shook his head, “too late, we are going on a date soon. I liked her first, you have no claim on her anyway.” He didn’t want to argue with his best friend over Y/n but he had liked her for a long time and he was not about to give up when things were finally going somewhere.

Minho only smirked, huffing out a cocky little laugh, “We’ll see about that, Han Jisung.” And he slammed the door to leave Jisung to his thoughts. Jisung sat there for a moment, letting Minhos challenging words sink in. “Alright, if this is how he wants it..fucker.”

Y/n and Jisung were walking down the busy city sidewalk together. Night had fallen while they ate their dinner. Chatting and laughing the entire time. A soft evening breeze blew as they slowly made their way back to Jisungs car. “So, uh.. did you enjoy yourself tonight?” He asked, glancing over at y/n with his big curious eyes.

She nodded and bumped her shoulder to his, “Of course, I always have fun with you, Ji.” He couldn’t help but smile at her little show of affection. Any touch from her made his head spin. As they walked up to his car Jisung opened the passenger door for her but before she could get in he gently grabbed her arm to spin her back towards him.

Y/n looked up at him, her brows furrowed in confusion. She was about to ask what was wrong when her phone began to buzz. Jisung was going to take his chance and kiss her. He was going to kiss her despite the constant buzzing in her little bag that was hanging off her shoulder. “One sec.” Y/n said as she looked down to retrieve her phone. Jisung sighed softly and stepped back just a bit to give her space.

He watched as she answered it and instantly her face lit up. He took the opportunity to study her flawless face. Jisungs eyes followed the curve of her lips to the slight slope of her nose. Y/n’s smile was gorgeous to him, a little imperfect but the most beautiful he has ever seen. Just as he was allowing his eyes to take in her delicate neck and silver necklace that made its home there he heard here say, “Sure, Minho! Yeah, I’ll just get Jisung to drive me over there.”

Jisungs eyes instantly went to hers, wondering if he actually just heard that name come out of her mouth while he was with her. A few seconds later Y/n hung up and shifted her eyes to his. “You heard that right?” She said and Jisung nodded. “um, why is he calling you?” He didn’t mean to sound annoyed but, in all honesty he was. This date was going so well and then Minho had to ruin it. Y/n tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she spoke, “He was calling to invite us to a party. He knew I was with you already so I thought we could just go over to Chans house. All the guys are there and some other people.”

She watched him for a moment and when he hesitated she added, “If you would rather not go that’s okay. I can take myself.” Jisung didn’t hesitate at all then. He stepped back to allow her to get into the car. “No no no, we will just continue our time together there.” He gave her a soft smile to reassure her that he was fine with it. Y/n leaned in and kissed his cheek quickly, “Thanks Ji, you’re the best.” Jisung waited while she got in and closed the car door for her. He ran his fingers through his hair anxiously, “Motherfucker.”

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The party was only suppose to be a small gathering of Chan and Minhos friends. Some drinks and music but, nothing too crazy. That is not how it was turning out. Chan made the mistake of telling their tight nit group to invite their friends as well… which would have been just fine but he forgot that Changbin knew everyone and when he invited those friends he told them to invite some of their friends as well. So now the house was packed, body to body almost. People upstairs, in the kitchen, outside in the back yard, and in the front yard. Minho was pretty sure he saw some people heading downstairs to the basement as well.

At least Y/n was coming even if she had Ji tagging along he knew this party would get a lot more tolerable with here cute ass there. Minho was standing in the kitchen with Felix beside him, them both sipping on warm beer as they watched a drunk couple dry hump on Chans kitchen counter. “Should we stop them?” Felix said, his brown eyes still glued to the couple. Before Minho could answer Chan suddenly appeared. His face was red and he looked pissed, “Yah! Get her off my counter! I eat here, man!”

Minho and Felix both burst into fits of laughter as Chan shewed the couple away. “I think Chans got it handled.” Minho mumbled. The eldest of the three leaned against the counter running his hands through his curly hair. “Whose idea was this again?” He asked the guys in exasperation. “Yours.” Minho and Felix said in unison.

It was loud…too damn loud. Now, Jisung was not apposed to parties, he quite liked gatherings with his friends but, he could feel his anxiety slowly creeping up his spine as he pulled up to the house and saw all the cars and people scattered about. Not to mention the loud music already making his head pound. “Holy shit!” Y/n exclaimed. “Minho wasn’t exaggerating when he said it had turned into a rager.” She placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned a little closer, being well aware of Jisungs battle with anxiety, “You gonna be okay? If it’s too much you don’t have to stay, Ji. The guys are here so I will be fine.”

Jisungs round eyes glanced from her to the looming party ahead and then back to Y/n. “As long as I’m with you, I’ll be just fine.” He reached over and placed his warm hand on her thigh, his eyes meeting hers and something passed between them in that little moment. It wasn’t a big moment by any means but they both felt it. Something that was likened to electricity.. a spark if you will. Y/n was the first to tear her eyes away from his, “Mm, lets go find the guys.”

Inside the house that seemed to be bursting at the seems with sweaty human body’s Jisung stayed as close as he could to Y/n. The pair made their way through the crowded hallway until they came to the even more crowded living room where people were dancing, making out, and what looked to be a game a beer pong in the corner. “Hey, there’s Changbin!” Jisung pointed towards the center of the living room where most of the people were.

In the middle of the living room was Changbin dancing his ass off with Hyunjin. The two could tell that both Changbin and Hyunjin were completely wasted. Red faced, sweaty, and shaking their asses as if their life depended on it. To the left of the them were Suengmin and Jeongin, both were grinning and talking to one another as they watched the shitfaced duo in the middle of the room.

Jisung leaned close enough to Y/ns ear so she could hear him well, “What do you bet one or both of those two got Changbin and Hyun drunk so they could see who passes out first?” Y/n giggled at Jisungs words and she slid her hand into his, “Oh you know they did, lets just hope one of them doesn’t decide to go skinny dipping in the pool like last time.” She laughed a little louder at the memory of Hyunjin stripping down and jumping into Chans pool while Changbin had passed out on the kitchen floor long before then.

The young man moved his fingers to easily lace them with Y/n’s, feeling her warmth and loving every second of it. Her soft floral perfume was mesmerizing as they stood so close, Y/n watching the debacle happening in the center of the room, Jisung watching her. “I see you two made it.” Minho’s voice seemed to have come from nowhere.. or the depths of hell, Jisung thought. He watched as Minho moved in to hug Y/n, causing her to have to drop Jisungs hand so she could properly hug the man.

Minho gave him a sly smile over Y/ns should as he wrapped his toned arms around her frame, his hands sliding down to rest at her lower back, dangerously close to her ass. He was taunting Jisung and he knew it but, all he could do was glare at the other, wishing everything but death upon his so called friend. As Y/n and Minho pulled apart Felix came up from behind him also hugging her and then Jisung as well. “I’m so glad you could make it!” His deep voice resonated over the obscenely loud music rather easily.

As the two men chatted with Y/n Jisung stood there wishing he could just take her out of there. It was so much better when they were alone. “Hey Ji, can you grab us a drink? I’m going to go say hi to Minnie and Jeongin.” He moved his hard gaze from Minho to her sweet face, his eyes softening at her lovely smile. “Sure, you want a beer or something else?” He knew she would say a water because she didn’t drink. Jisung felt as if he knew her like the back of his hand. “Water, please.” She simply said and with that Minho took her by the hand to lead her away to greet the other guys.

The way that bastard put his hands on her so easily like he owned her pissed Jisung off but, he did as she asked and headed towards the kitchen to find her water and to pour himself a beer. He felt like he needed it after that annoying encounter. When Jisung entered the kitchen he saw Chan leaned up against the counter, his fingers rubbing circles over his temples as if he was trying to combat a migraine. “Rough night?” Jisung asked as he opened the fridgerator door to find Y/n a water.

Minho lead Y/n over to the rest of the guys, Seungmin and Jeongin greeted her with soft hugs while changbin and Hyunjin greeted her with loud yells making her giggle. Minho couldn’t keep his eyes off her face, watching her laugh made his smile grow. “I’m really glad you came, Y/n.” He leaned in close to her so she could hear him.

“Well I wanted to see everyone, I haven’t seen you all together in ages. I just didn’t expect it to be this… big?” She looked around at all the people in various states of partying. Minho took her hand in his causing her to snap her eyes back to him. “Come with me.” He whispered, his lips grazing her ear just a bit. He could see her physically shiver which made his pouty lips turn up into a soft smirk.

He didn’t give her time to really answer him, Minho began to pull her out of the living room, passed the kitchen where Jisung was still chatting with Chan, and out the back door to the almost empty back yard. “Why are we out here?” She asked him, his hand still grasping hers. Minho just pulls her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her figure securely and places his lips on hers. “Because I wanted to do this and I didn’t want an audience.” Minho kissed Y/n deeply, his lips soft to the touch but his movements were firm with purpose.

Jisung had finished up his conversation, eager to get back to his date. With water and beer in hand he made his way back into the living room where he saw no signs of Y/n. He walked up to Jeongin, Seungmin, and now Hyunjin and Changbin leaning up against the far wall, “Hey, did you see where Y/n went?” Changbin was the first to answer, “Minho took her towards the back door.” Seungmin chiming in, “Looks like someone’s date got stolen.” They all kind of chuckled at Jisungs expense, most if not all of them drunk or on their way to being drunk.

He sighed heavily and turned to go find them both, he was annoyed at the thought of Minho still continuing to do exactly as he wanted, with no regard to anyone else’s feelings. As Jisung moved through the house his anger was growing, moving through his chest like something ugly getting ready to show its face. When he opened that back door he immediately saw Minho with his filthy hands on Y/n and his lips pressed to hers…kissing her.

The beverages long forgotten as he dropped them both to the ground and made his way over to them. That anger he was feeling grew instantly into something black and poisonous, Jisung at this point only saw red and that deep seeded anger was aimed directly at Minho. In one swift movement Jisung grabbed Minho’s arm, pulling him away from Y/n, causing Minho to stumble back nearly falling to the ground. “What the fuck, man!” Jisung heard Minho’s annoying voice call out as he shoved his best friend hard in the chest.

Jisung barely moved, his blood was pumping and all he saw was red. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of his best friend. Y/n was yelling for Jisung to stop, to leave Minho alone which made him even more furious. How could she be on his side…she was his date.. they had a connection. “Come on, you’re gonna be a little bitch about me kissing her? I am the better choice, you shouldn’t be surprised.” Minho gloated, that smug little smile painting his lips and that was the last straw.

Jisung landed the first blow, hitting Minho in the side of the face, making the man fall back with a hard thud. He wanted to wipe that smug fucking smile off his face. When Minho got up and turned to Jisung his lips were bleeding now but, he still had that taunting smile on his face. In that moment Jisung let that monster inside of him loose and went after Minho with a ferociousness he didn’t know he had. The men went tumbling to the ground, punches being thrown wildly, with Minho on top of the smaller Jisung now.

That didn’t stop Jisung from landing just as many blows as his best friend. Y/n was screaming at them both to stop it. She realized it wasn’t working so she ran in the house to get Chan and the other guys when she returned with them Jisung was on top of Minho landing blow after blow to his face and sides. Chan and Seungmin ran up and grabbed a flailing Jisung off Minho. Felix helped Minho sit up checking out his injuries.

The other guys and some more party goers stood by Y/n in shock at what had happened. “You bastard! How could you.. you’re suppose to be my best friend. You knew how I felt about her and you just.. you think you can take whatever the hell you want! I’m fuckin tired of it!” Jisung was so angry he was in tears. Minho stood silent just watching his friend come apart. Jisung shrugged Chan off of him who was still holding him back. As he walked away he stopped to picked up the discarded water bottle that was meant for Y/n. He walked back to her, his knuckles bloody and broken, his nose and lips busted and bleeding and he slipped it into her hands, Here’s you’re fucking water.” And walked back into the house, leaving everyone standing around wondering what just happened.

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