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iiiiiiis-things · 10 months

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Period HC's with the Spiderverse

paring: (separate) earth42!miles morales, earth1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr parbhakar, miguel o'hara x femblack!reader

cw: period/vagina

blurb: what they're like when you're on your period

a/n: y'all i'm going through it rn. also this is what i used to translate my spanish

earth 42 miles morales

now despite his cold demeanor he would literally be so god damn sweet while on your cycle

well- as sweet as he can be

you didn't even tell him, he found out bc you was getting out of line with him

"Aye Mami me pasa mi bolso" his face contorts in confusion as you suck yo teeth "damn i gotta do everything for you ? what's next you want me to change your fucking diaper?"

immediately notices

"you on yo period?"

you flabbergasted mouth gaped wide open

he already knows about everything cs yk his mom.. since his dad... nvm

does anything you want

tells uncle aaron that any plans for the following days of the week had to be canceled

literally with you 24/7

he doesn't even goes to the store to go get snacks

mf uses go puff

"miles you need to go home" you speak laying on his chest as you were slowly but surely drifting off to sleep "Ya le envié un mensaje de texto a mi mamá que no voy a ninguna parte"

wake up the next day to breakfast in bed

y'all bfrl we kno damn well he can't cook 💀

he ordered dennys while you was still sleep and js fixed it up on a plate to make it LOOK like he did 😭

whenever you lash out at him and get to throwing shi he js let's you

"i swear to god you got me fucked up!" you throw the remote at him as he moves to the right dodge it.

overall is js a big cuddle bug and servant for you to use <3

miles morales 1610

is literally clueless

you've been acting weird and being bipolar asf the past three days

breaking point was when you got extra mat at him for accidentally knocking over a vase (that he caught so it didn't break) when he snuck in your room window

"is everything ok? ¿Tuviste un mal día?"

boy wants to cry when you tell him to leave

"bro, just leave me alone i'm not in the mood right now" freezes at the word bro

"ok i'll swing by tomorrow?" he looks back at you out trying to see if you'll change your mind "mhm yeah later"

is so sad bc you didn't even say you love him ☹️

when he walks in the front door of his house mama rio IMMEDIATELY senses something is wrong with her son

stops whatever tf she was doing main concern being miles

"miles baby what's wrong ?" he lets out a sigh "i think y/n is mad at me" then proceeds to explain the situation

rio then explains wdf is happening

miles feels SO bad for not knowing 😭

is at your house the next day with a shit load of chocolate, a pack or two of gatorade, and some extra strength tylenol

he then tells you what his mom recommended (like what to drink and which medication works the best)

gets scared and lowkey flinches when you get cramps 💀

(you see him do it but he tries to plays it off)

is cuddling with you all the time

you play a prank on him while sending him into the drugstore to go ask for a period product that doesn't exist-

THE HORROR ON HIS FACE 😭

jeff being concerned on why their child hasn't been home for the past 4 days (dw rio explains)

gwen stacy

at first doesn't really get why your attitude is bigger than normal

but after the second day immediately understands

"it's your t.o.m (time of month) huh ?" you look slightly embarrassed "yeah..."

WILL go to the store to get you whatever you need

y'all share heat pads no one can change my mind 🙄✋🏾

y'all have talks over which pads and tampons are the best

y'all debate over pads the only agreement being that wings are better

but the both of y'all agree that tampax is on top 💪🏾

she would always be over at your house because she uses you as an excuse to get away from her dad :(

if y'all ever got it around the same time all HELL would break loose 😭

both of yall would be just straight up mad with eachother

"what do you want to eat?" she looks over at you as y'all walking to the mall food court "oh anything's fine"

walks over towards the chic-fil-a section "oh wait i don't want chicken, how about taco bell?"

mf groans and roll her eyes "i want chic-fil-a, u said anything was fine!"

"well maybe i changed my mind! if you wanted something specific why would you ask me?!" people start to stare as the heat of the argument rises

yall eventually settle for smoothies from jamba juice

she's more cuddly than usual which is completely fine

you make jokes about being blood sisters 💀

she does not find them funny.

pavitr parabhakar

you avoid him like the plague

why? because you do not want to lash out at your sweet, sweet , baby boy for no reason 😭

pav is like so confused

thinks he did something wrong ☹️

"hi y/n!" your walking to class as you hear someone calling you from down the hall obviously recognizing the voice of your boyfriend you walk faster so he couldn't catch up to you in the crowded hallway

"y/n??" stands there like 🧍🏽‍♂️

he thinks you didn't hear him and is probably just trying to get to class early to turn in late homework or something

but later when you two are supposed to meet up for chai after school (like always) and you don't show up he knows your avoiding him

baby is SO SADDD 😭

the next day he finally catches up with you as you walk into the school building and asks you straight up "are you avoiding me?"

you began to feel like the absolute worst gf ever as you see the worry in his eyes "no baby, i just- i mean-" he slightly bends his back leaning to get eye level with you "is there someone else?"

your heart sinks to your ass 😭

"what no pavi swear!" "then why are you avoiding me?" you sigh, giving in and explain what's been going on

"oh" he then stands up straight you began to feel he's about to be disgusted about you bleeding from your literal vagina until he wraps his arm around your shoulder and drags you into the school building

"babe i'm gonna be honest with you, i really don't care you could've just told me"

walks you to class as if nothing's happened

best.boyfriend.ever

i feel like his spider sense would kind help him see your ina bad mood idk

pepper kisses on your face

but once he sees you cramping it's over with

he's gonna cuddle you and not let you go (you have to force him off of you when you have to use the restroom)

asks auntie maya about it and she tell him everything you need, how you might react, and how he needs to watch everything he does to not make you upset

doesn't hesitate to buy pads if you need em

is constantly by your side

he👏🏾is👏🏾your👏🏾personal👏🏾heat👏🏾pad

whenever you get angry or upset he immediately apologizes and blames himself bc he thinks that if ur upset than he obviously did something wrong.

he def runs you hot baths with epson salt

ends up getting a period tracker app on his phone to keep up-

y'all were watching moana and he was trying his hardest not to laugh. 😭

why? because you started crying when maui left moana all on her own 🙍🏾‍♀️

and cried harder when he came back-

y'all i feel like i went a lil overboard wit this one 😭

hobie brown

this mf here

he will literally be the worst person to be around

idk how bt he knew it was coming before YOU knew it was coming

like y'all could be chilling on his couch and out of nowhere he goes

"you're getting a visit from aunt flow (i googled this) tomorrow you know that right?"

you being confused bc "who da fuck is aunt flo.... wait-"

hobie will never tell how he knows when it's coming but hey at least he reminds you 🤷🏾‍♀️

literally loves to piss you off

he likes seeing you all riled up

it's just something about the way you scream and throw shit at him for leaving the tv on all night

kinda like miles(42)- instead when you throw shit he catches it

smug the entire time.

the amount of teasing is crazy

"do you think you'll get pregnant if we-" "no" 🙎🏾‍♀️

he isn't a complete asshole

eventually throughout all of the teasing he does whatever you want him to do

when your cramping he helps by rubbing his hand on your lower tummy in circles

he does buy steal you candy from the store

if your craving anything he will most def go get it for you and if you wanna cuddle he would

he'll obviously kno that you want to but makes you asks bc he like that 🤷🏾‍♀️

"you alright?" hobie asks leaning in the door way of his bedroom as he watches you hug your stomach on his bed "could you help?"

"sure luv what do you need?" like bitch-

if you need him to go get you more this mf WILL ask you what size your vagina is 😭 (weirdo)

OMG NO BC RMB THAT ONE BAYMAX SCENE WHEN HE WAS GETTING THAT GURL PADS ?! 😭

he stands in the drugstore on the isle with the women necessities (after getting your size) while a middle age woman sides eye him as she slowly reaches for her preferred option

(the lady is confused on why there's a tall ass, guitar playing, punk, holding a box of literal diva cups in his hand 💀)

he eventually gives up and asks the lady if the ones in her hand are any good

let's just say he walks out the store with 4 months supply of period products

overall he's an asshole.. but he's your asshole 😫🤞🏾

miguel o'hara

now he's a little older so he isn't dumb

but he isn't the smartest either

a lot of people say miguel is sweet... no he's not

like bffr we see how SASSY this mf is in the movie 👏🏾😭

i feel like this mf would argue you down whenever your in a bad mood

"get the fuck out my way!" you scream at one of the peters as they bump into you knocking your food out your hand "damn what crawled up your ass and died"

you turn around to see nun other than your boyfriend

"you apparently, do you ever take a day off" his eyebrow raises a little "and leave you idiots running this place?" you roll your eyes as you walk over to grab a duplicate of what you just dropped

miguel notices how your more snappy at him, in fact you've been snappy the past couple days

"hey what's up with you?" he asks, yeah you guys bicker but it's usually playful flirting

"i don't kno, how would you feel if you were bleeding from your vagina?"

he finally gets it

later at home he walks in with a walmart bag of candy, a new fluffy blanket, and a gift card that has "im sorry" written on the front

he would stop picking with you knowing your attitude can go from 0-100 rq

like i mention with hobie and miles(42) i feel like he would just listen as you yell and throw shit at him

but because of his huge size he just sits there unfazed as you throw a literal flashlight at him (where you found it? no one knows.)

he would only cuddle with you at night saying "it's the only way i can sleep" when you know he just wants you to feel better

yes i got impatient with hobie and miguel.

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 11 months

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#368

“Where are you off to?... The mall? Well, your friends will need to wait. We have something to talk about.

“I have looked after your step-dad, my brother, for his entire life, and I have gotten to know your ma just these past few years. I trust Doyle with my life. So when he and your ma ask a favor to have you live with me while they work out their problems, I can’t say no. I told them that I don’t expect any problems from you. And they assured me that you are a good boy and that you would follow my rules. Well, after a long twelve-hour day at the job site, I want to relax with a Scotch Whisky and a nice Macanudo cigar. Well, imagine my surprise that the bottle of Johnnie Walker, that I opened earlier this week, is well over half gone. I know how much I drink; that bottle would last me a month and a half at least. Care to explain?...

“Well Vinny, don’t ever insult my intelligence again. That is a battle you will never win. You drank my Scotch. Now you have to deal with the consequences.

“C’mere!... I said ‘Come here!’ Lay your sorry ass across my lap; you’re getting a good old fashioned ass whooping.

“…I don’t give a shit that you turned 18 only a few months ago. You ain’t too old to be put in your place…. Don’t you dare head to the door….

“…I told you not to underestimate me. Hold still. I was a state champion wrestler in High School. I was also a cop before my heart problems. I know how to take down a bitch like you. Quit squirming. Let’s get these sweatpants off you…. Going commando, hunh?

“…What? Don’t have something stupid to say? It’s time for you to pay for your fuck up. This is a nice ass. So smooth and pale pink. Too bad I have to welt it up.

“That’s one. One of twenty… on each cheek. Two… Three… Now this cheek. Fuck yeah. My hand is going to be sore for a while, but I don’t care. Six. Seven. You are starting to go red here. Boy you got a hot ass! Ha! Literally it’s very warm.

“Your crack needs some color…. What the fuck? You are wet in your crack. It doesn't stink. Fuck! This is lube! What the fuck?...

“Ha! You were going commando to the mall in sweatpants and your ass is lubed up? No, you have something lined up to get fucked. Ha! Ha!

“And I bet… Don’t try to fight me on this, you have enough lube here for me to easily glide in my finger… like this. Oooh, there’s your prostate.... I can tell you are cleaned out.

“So, let’s start this conversation over. Stand up…. I thought that’s what I felt. Your pecker is hard from you being spanked. Ha! I love it. Look I am totally fine with you being a sperm burper. Fuck, get laid whenever you want. So want to tell me where you were really going?

“Have a hook up? That’s nice. Is it from one of those apps?... Let me see his profile…. Give me your phone…. Which app was it?... Let me see. This him?... So you like 43-year-olds? That’s cool. I’m a little bit older than that.

“Oh, your chat with him is interesting. Very interesting…. So you like sucking on ‘Daddy’s toes?’ This is fucking great…. Quit protesting. I do love it… all of it. I love that you are rock hard.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. I am rock hard too. Yeah, I’ve played with boys before.

“Here let me take it out for you. Boy you got me leaking. Grab a hold of it. It’s a sizeable piece hunh?... I see you licking your lips.

“Shut up…. One moment…. There! I just sent him a message saying that you are going to be twenty to thirty minutes late because your uncle needs some help unloading some things.

“On the bed…. I don’t give a shit. You got me hard; you are going to take care of it. I want that red ass of yours. Atta boy.

“Spread your legs as far as you can. Just lay there. I prefer when my holes don’t move around. And if you can, don’t moan. Just be the hole you are destined to be.

“Fuck! It is like silk in here. I am going to enjoy using this hole daily…. I said don’t say anything. You live in my house with a hole I can fuck, you better believe I’m going to beat and breed this hole. You got that? Beat and breed. Beat and breed. I hope your mouth is as good as this pussy hole of yours. If not, I’ll train ya right.

“Oh man, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna flood your guts. Here it cums. Here it fucking cums. Get ready boy. Uhhh! Fuuuuuck! Hell yeah! Fuck! Goddamn! Fuck!

“Goddamn! I love your ass. Clamp down as I pull out. Fuck yeah. I can tell this isn’t your first fuck…. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your ma or my brother. They don’t need to know.

“Get up. Clean me off…. What? Look at my cock. It needs to be cleaned up. Get your mouth on my dick now. Don’t question me on this…. Atta boy. You are going to learn that living here requires you to follow my rules. Rule one, you are getting beat then seeded when I want. Rule two, you clean me up after yourself. My cock rules this house and those in it.

“Ok. Get dressed. No, you cannot use the bathroom. You are going to your hook up with a messed up ass, loaded up good. If he should ask, tell him your uncle unloaded a week’s worth of baby batter in your pussy.

“Now go. I want to hear details when you get back. Oh and Vinny, in the future, if you want some Scotch, just ask. Considering I’m going to beat your ass one way or the other, you kinda earned it. Now go.

“And take care of my babies.”

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beary-rambles · 1 year

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hii🤝 can i request an ethan landry ex’s to lovers fic where the reader and ethan broke up cause of ethans jealousy so they’re just kinda mean and sarcastic to each other they’re basically just still mad at each other while being broken up and so there’s a lot of tension between them like but no smut i suck at making requests i’m sorry🙏🙏

Second Chances

Warnings | best friend anika, ex's to lovers, very bad insults (im not good at insults), implied attempted sa, asshole when drunk ethan, slight angst but with happy ending !! not proofread

wc | 2.4k

a/n: hiiii i really appreciate the request i hope you like it !! sorry if its not exactly what you wanted !!

“Clean up in isle four a bunch of fucking garbage spilled all over the floor.” You turn to your coworker next you who rolled her eyes and walked away mumbling something about the back.

Ethan and the others had found their way to your work establishment. Ethan turned his head towards you and rolled his eyes, “Don't you have a job to do?” “I am working asshole see” you gesture to your work uniform and pick one of the items off the shelf just to put it back on. He shakes his head and makes a step towards you so youre almost face to face, “you're so stupid.” You mock him, “How dare you?” “There's nothing wrong with pointing out the truth.”

“Just make out already Jesus christ.” Tara, tired of the two of you, leads the others out of the isle, Ethan scoffs and turns away from you, giving you one last look to which you flip him off before he walks out of the isle.

Watching him leave sucks, you hate to admit it but you miss him. So much. The night two weeks ago is still burning in the back of your memory.

you were just at a party only maybe thirty minutes ago, you had walked away from him and the rest of the group for a quick second to grab a refill only to get stopped by a guy. He grabs your arm and smiles at you. You think his name is mark? You recognize him from your English class.

“You wanna be my beer pong partner?” You shake your head and smile at him, “No sorry i just need to grab a drink.” he sighs, “can i atleast get your number gorgeous?” You shake your head, “I got a boyfriend.” “I'm sorry.” He nods and walks back over to the beer pong table.

You make your way over to the drink table, “what was that?” As you pour a drink you see your boyfriend, Ethan, standing behind you with an unreadable look on his face. you smile at him before turning back to the table, “you know that guy mark from english? he asked if i wanted to play beer pong with him.” you laugh and fill up your cup.

However, you turn back to see Ethan have an upset look. “is everything okay-” “why was he holding your arm?” Your expression turns grim due to his tone, “um… he asked for my number, i told him no obviously.” His face didn't let up, “Ethan, I promise nothing happened.”

He scoffs and turns away from you, “you looked a little too happy to have said no.” You look at him in disbelief, “are you kidding ethan?'' He doesn't look at you. “I can't believe this, you can't even trust me?” he turns back to you, “why should i?” you open and close your mouth in shock, “because i'm your girlfriend? You know what, no I'm not. you're unbelievable i'm so done with you.”

He follows after you, you can see a stumble in his step, is he drunk? “Baby please-” You huff, “Leave me alone, seriously. Dont text or call me.”

He had left you a large array of messages and tried to call you many many times but all of them went ignored.

Whenever he would try to approach you in person you shut down any sort of advances with an ache in your chest.

You feel a hand tap your shoulder and you turn to see anika there with a sad expression, “you still haven't talked to him?” why should you? he was disrespectful and mean, despite how much you may miss him you will never let someone treat you like he did.

“y/n please just talk to him, you two are miserable.” You sigh and shake your head, “I don't feel miserable, I feel great.” you let out a halfhearted laugh before playing with the already perfectly arranged shelf, “sorry but i have to get back to work.” You see in the corner of your eye her frowning but before she can say anymore you hear Mindy calling for her to join them as they leave.

She walks away and you feel regret at the sad look on her face, you'll have to text her an apology letter.

One of your bigger regrets from your breakup is that you cut contact with the whole group, it's not like they wanted to but you didn't want them to have to choose. you watch out of the corner of your eye as they walk out the front door and you take a breath of relief. This sucks.

—

When anika invites you to go shopping at the mall, you are shocked to see her standing around with the rest of the group. Ethan standing further back in the group in a seemingly heated discussion with mindy. God this sucks.

Praying she hasn't seen you yet you try to rush away, maybe text her that you aren't feeling well but of course, “y/n!! over here!!” you sigh and turn back with a forced smile.

you slowly walk over and seeing her genuinely cheerful smile puts a real one on your face, “anika hey, hi guys….” you look at the rest of the group who all greet you except one. He looks to the floor as anika begins to drag you along talking about what clothes she wants to get today.

Soon enough sam, tara and chad split off from the group leaving just you anika mindy and of course, ethan. You are now walking side by side with Ethan as Mindy and anika hold hands in front of you.

You look over to him and see him already looking at you and you scoff despite the fact your heart races, “it's rude to stare you know” he rolls his eyes, “it's hard not to when you have something in your hair.” your hands immediately fly to your hair picking and pulling at it.

He stops you with a sigh, “it's here.” He turns you head towards him and your face heads as he pulls something from your hair and flicks it from his hand. You two stare at each other, his doe eyes softening seeing your face. You look down at his lips, remembering how they felt, wishing you could just grab his neck and pull him against you.

You snap out of it hearing mindy laugh, “god they're so stupid.” You see anika smile at you as you two pull away from each other. You scoff as you move in front of the group, “don't do that again.” You begin to walk away not bothering to look if they're following you, “not even a thank you?” you don't turn back to look at him, not trusting yourself to.

–

“Your outfit looks bad.” “is that the worst you have?” His outfit doesn't look bad. Hes wearing a fucking suit of course he doesn't look bad. It was Sam's birthday so you were all going to some really nice restaurant. you turn your body fully away from him as you all wait in the lobby for the table.

“the worst thing here just so happens to be your hair.” you hear him scoff, “you love my hair.” You turn back to him with an angry look, why would he say that, it's true of course but he has no right. “i don't like your hair just as much as i don't like your face.” he shakes his head and looks away from you with an unreadable look.

“your insults are really bad today. did you wake up on the right side of the bed this morning?” he finally looks back at you and stares at your face, you think he's looking at your eyes but his eyes are turned down slightly, your lips.

Before you can say anymore the table is ready while walking there his hand brushes against yours and you immediately pull your hand away. He looks at you with a frown before he shakes his head and sits far away from you. Good, you think no it wasn't good. It sucked.

–

You're at a party anika dragged you to, you hadn't gone to one since Ethan and you split. Anika decided it was time to get you out of the house so here you were. She ignored you anytime you asked if ethan would be there which leads you to believe he is which sucks.

You stare at the empty cup in your hand and sigh as you stand up to go fill it again despite the fact you are probably way too drunk and shouldn't be drinking anymore. You finally stumble your way towards the table, you pour yourself another drink and chug it down attempting to ignore your pounding head.

“Something wrong, gorgeous?” You turn and see Mark, the same guy from a few weeks ago, You shake your head unable to answer him and wave him off. “Are you sure? you nod again, putting a hand on your head.

“c'mon i'll help you to a room upstairs.” you feel in grab you and begin to lead you towards the stairs you try to push him away but he keeps a tight firm grip.

at the bottom of the stairs you grab the railing to stop him from pulling you up when you hear a voice, “uh what's going on here?” ethan. Thank god. He has a confused look on his face as he looks between the two of you.

“Hey man, I'm just taking her upstairs to rest her head.” you shake your head and look at ethan with a desperate look and he immediately steps into action. “I'm friends with her roommate, I'll just take her back to her dorm.” Ethan moves towards you to grab you but Mark gets defensive and pulls you towards him, “she asked me to take her don't worry man.”

Ethans face hardens, “let her go.” The rest of the group had made there way over to you guys and chad stepped next to ethan. “I don't see the big deal man-” Ethan ripped you from his arms and grabbed onto you as Ethan slammed his hands into the guy's chest. “dont fucking call me man again, leave my girlfriend the fuck alone.”

“are you alright?'' You nod at Chad and watch as Ethan gets in the guy's face and says a couple more things you can't hear before he rushes back towards you and holds you in his arms.

“are you alright? god i'm sorry baby, cmon lets go.” He lifts you into his arms and carries you out, not before he and Chad exchange a few words with a nod from Chad Ethan leaves with you in his arms.

It feels nice, for a moment you forget everything that's happened between you two the last couple weeks and lay your head on his neck. you feel his grip tighten as he pulls you closer, “i got you baby dont worry.”

You close your eyes and breathe in his scent feeling relaxed you almost fall asleep. He cursed to himself and you opened your eyes again.

You notice you aren't on the way to your dorm, “where are we-” “my dorm, sorry i didn't grab the keys from anika.”

You look up at his face and he looks down at you, he's so beautiful. you notice his face turns red and his pace quickens. Had you said that outloud?

You arrive at his dorm, “I'm gonna put you down for a sec, okay?” he only moves to put you down once you nod, he places you on your feet your body leaning against his and he opens the door.

He lifts you back into his arms and walks you inside, closing the door behind him. you feel his warmth leave you when he places you on his bed.

You watch him leave, wanting to ask where's he's going but he comes back quickly with a glass of water, “drink it please” you chug down the water, not realizing how parched you actually were he takes the glass away from you still don't making eye contact, “you can sleep on the bed, i'll call anika to let her know-” you watch him try to move away from you and you whine and grabbing his arm.

“don't leave me.” you don't want him to leave, all the nights you've spent alone since breaking up with ethan flood back into your mind and your eyes water why did being drunk have to make you so emotional. “please.”

His eyes widen before he sits down into the bed, taking off his shoes and yours before lifting up the comforter and squeezing in next to you. A smile grows on your face as he finally faces you, you run a hand along his face and trace his features. “I've missed you, I'm sorry, for everything.” his eyes close at the feeling of your hands.

you keep running a hand along his cheek, “what in particular?” you want to make sure he knows what he's apologizing for, now is not the time you know that but you need to ask. “That whole night, the words I said and what I insinuated, I was drunk. That's not an excuse I know but I want you to know I didn't mean it baby I promise.”

You nod your head, feeling sleep overtake you. “If you really mean it, tell me in the morning.” you mumble as you wiggle into his arms, knowing you already forgive him. He wraps his arms around you, “of course baby I love you.”

–

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. You groan and put a hand on your head, you should never drink like that again. You run your hands along the face before realizing you're not in your bed, oh right. last night.

you turn over and see ethan already looking at you, now sober you feel awkward “um good morning.” he smiles at you, “good morning.” you two sit in silence for awhile with him admiring you while you try to avoid eye contact, why was this so awkward?

“So do I need to go through the whole speech again or do you remember?” he looks at you hopefully to which you nod. “never talk to me like that again.” he shakes his head, “never.” you laugh, giving into your true desires and wrapping your arms around him.

“Does this mean I'm your boyfriend again?” You pull back slightly and kiss him, “does that answer your question?”

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twopoppies · 7 months

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Hi Gina... I need to rant 😠 lmfao

As a life-long Chiefs fan and KC native all I can say is this T*ylor shit is fucking annoying. I know you talk to a LOT of people in the fandom, so you may not remember, but I'm a fellow Sw*ftie hater (maybe that's too harsh but idgaf) and I didn't think it was possible to get more annoyed with this woman than I've been since I stopped being a fan in 2018. Boy, was I WRONG. I'm a die-hard Chiefs fan. I loved my team even when we sucked and couldn't make it to the playoffs (before Patrick Mahomes), so to see EVERYONE make the game on Sunday about her is beyond frustrating. People (Sw*fties) are seriously saying she's the only reason we won. Like we haven't won multiple AFC championships and two Super Bowls in the past three years. Maybe I'm just taking it too seriously, but when our boys played a kick ass game on Sunday after such a shitty season opener (that we lost), it was so nice to see that we're getting our mojo back but I literally can't look at any post, tweet, article, tv segment, etc that doesn't make the game about her.

God, please don't let her be around for the rest of the season 🙏🏻

Also, I'm not saying they're not hooking up, but this is 100% for PR. I've personally never seen them pan to a celebrity so many times during the game. I've never seen "candid" photos of Travis Kelce, Patrick Mahomes, or any of the other popular Chiefs' players leaving Arrowhead Stadium after a game like we just got with Travis & T*ylor, or "candid" photos & videos of any of the popular players driving through the city, which is so sus. And then what really sealed the deal for me was that T*ylor announced earlier today that her concert film will be shown internationally. She was also named as an entertainer of the year for entertainment weekly and is on the cover. Not to mention, she has a new re-recording coming out in a month and continues to announce new versions of the 1989 re-recording. "Someone" must not be happy enough that she's already broke records with the Speak Now sales, is selling the most number of albums overall, but she must be aiming to break those Speak Now records with the 1989 re-recording sales bc she's releasing new versions quite often. I mean, how greedy can one person be. Like you haven't sold enough albums? You don't have enough publicity? You don't have enough money? It's just gross to me.

Also, I personally just found her reactions over the top for someone who isn't even a fan, especially whatever that head shake thing is at the end. But maybe that's just because I find everything she does annoying and cringe.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxmAHqjrACL/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Plus, the stats around Travis and the Chiefs have skyrocketed. So they're absolutely getting a lot out of this as well as the NFL like someone mentioned earlier.

I'll attach an article but here are some numbers:

Travis' jersey sales went up almost 400%

Stubhub ticket sales for Chiefs' home games increased threefold in just 24 hrs

Travis gained 325k new ig followers - more than he gained after winning the last Super Bowl

Sunday's Chiefs' game was the most watched NFL game on any network last week

It was also the most watched game among girls and women 12 to 49 yrs old

https://www.axios.com/2023/09/26/taylor-swift-travis-kelce-merch-sales-up-chiefs-kansas-city

And yes, I know I know a lot about her for someone who doesn't like her. But she's inescapable even when I have muted everything related to her... And now she's taking over my everything related to my favorite football team and my city 🤢 Where's Pete Davidson when you need him? 😂

Ok, sorry for that rant. I know I probably sound ridiculous, but I prefer my life T*ylor free just like I prefer my life Ol*via free, and I thought you might understand 😂 Anyways, feel free not to post if you don't want to discuss her anymore.

I hope you're having a good night, Gina. Lots of love.

She really is a horrendous actress. Everything she did at that game was so embarrassingly fake. But clearly people want to believe it because it’s everywhere.

That’s bananas how much his stats already went up and just shows why it’s worth it to do this kind of nonsense, even to someone who’s already really famous.

I’m not interested in football at all, but I’m so sorry she’s contaminating your safe space. 😩

#swiftie #pr and marketing #stunts

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storytimewithnova · 8 months

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Finding love this side of paradise

I am doing something completely out of My comfort zone so if you know me and my work you know i don’t do Fluffy cute stories i do Angsty stories well this one will be fluffy with a tiny bit of angst so enjoy

Oikawa notice Shoyo always sits by himself the loner people called him the saddo the weird kid that know one ever talks to what people don’t know about him is he is mute and Deaf and because of that he pushes people away before the could abandon him oikawa walked up to Shoyo’s table and sat down making him jump

Tooru:Oh I am so sorry chibi chan didn’t mean to make you jump

Sho could see his lips moving so he held out a finger grabbed his notepad and wrote

Shoyo:📝sorry Oikawa senpai what were you saying

Oikawa followed Sho’s action and grabbed paper and wrote

Tooru: 📝 I said sorry for making you jump chibi chan may I ask you a question”

With Shoyo replaying

Shoyo:📝sure go ahead I see if I can anwser it

Tooru:📝Why are you writing and not talking also why are you sitting by youself you do hear the other kids calling you a loner

Shoyo:📝Oikawa senpai I can’t hear I am deaf and I am writing because I am also mute

Tooru:📝Omg I must of just looked like an insensitive Prick just now

oikawa dropped his pen then starts signing

Tooru:*signs* I am so sorry Shoyo

Sho smiles and signs back

Shoyo:*signs* it’s fine senpai and you know sign language

Oikawa nodded then signed again

Tooru:*signs* my sister is deaf so I had to learn so I could communicate with her anyway what club are you in

Sho replys

Shoyo:*signs* looking to join the volleyball club I might not be able to play anymore which sucks I was all round player any position mainly setter but I want to be a manager so I am still involved in the sport I love

Oikawa was in awe of his dedication he was disappointed he couldn’t play then he had an idea

Tooru: *signs* would like to be our manager but also try out and play in practice matches and training camps if we put you in a positions that suits you needs

Shoyo actually loved that idea and he was about to be involved with the sport he loved and even play and truth be told he had a crush for his senpai so for him this was a win win

Weeks pass and Shoyo and oikawa got really close oikawa even start having a crush on their new player he thought he would confess before they go to training camp so he took to the Seijoh Group chat

Tooru:@Chibi chan can I tell you something

Shoyo:yes oikawa san what is it

Before shoyo and oikawa could finish what they were saying the author and her assistant were having a slanging match

Tooru:Ahem excuse me when you two have finished your sibling hissy fit can I please say what I want to say to chibi chan

Author ; go ahead tooru

Tooru:as I was going to say before I was interrupted by the Authors @chibi chan

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Tooru:🎵Ask me why my heart's inside my throat I've never been in love, I've been alone Feel like I've been living life asleep Love so strong it makes me feel so weak🎵

Shoyo:what are you saying senpai

Tooru:🎵Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?) Our fingers dancing when they meet You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) I'll be the only dream you seek So if you're lonely, no need to show me If you're lonely, come be lonely with me🎵

Shoyo:but you know what they say about me senpai so why

Iwa:he doesn't care what people say Hinata you are you and you don't let your disability get in your way you just stick two fingers up and say yeah i’m deaf I'm mute fuck you

Tooru:his right chibi chan

🎵Lonely (are you lonely?) Passion is crashing as we speak You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) You're the ground my feet won't reach So if you're lonely, darling you're glowing If you're lonely, come be lonely with me🎵

Shoyo:Oikawa San you know I always push people away you are first I let get close to me in a long time

Hiro:sho that Is why he is confessing his feelings for you you opened up to him and been so genuine with him you're the only one that will be honest and hold him accountable when he has done something stupid

Issei:it's true we try it he doesn't listen to us you he is all earscongratulations senpai you broke him and will listen no question no bitching you are changing him sho maybe for the better I could say you change all of us for the better

Tooru:it's true even Kyotani has calmed down

🎵Underneath the pale moonlight Dreaming of a circus life Carousels and Ferris heights I'll be yours if you'll be mine🎵

Shoyo:😳 sjsbssk

Kunimi:congratulations senpai you broke him

Tooru:🎵'Cause I'm lonely, I'm so lonely If you hold me, I'll be your only🎵

Shoyo:vkflsjdjrbfj

Hiro:you broke him twice sho are you okay. 😔

Shoyo:I-I- I’m fine

Kyotani:yeah complete that's why you're stuttering over text

Shoyo: I am lonely I've been isolated from everyone because of my disability and frankly I'm sick of it now

Tooru:🎵Are you lonely? Passion is crashing as we speak You seem so lonely You're the ground my feet won't reach So if you're lonely Darling, you're glowing If you're lonely, come be lonely with me🎵

if it counts Shoyo I love you and seeing you that day alone while everyone was whispering and laughing about you frankly pissed me off

Shoyo: if it counts Oikawa San I have had a crush on you since my first year everyone saw you as a pompous arrogant prick I saw you as an inspiration I tried to even learn your jump serve nailed it too I got in to my first match my junior high team was half-assed from other sports that I forced to join me

Tooru:You’ve had a crush on me i am glad you saw pass that facade i put on

Shoyo:Natrually i figured it wasn’t the real you anyway when i put that half assed team together I went up against the king of the court did your jump serve he didn't like I kept getting service aces so when I went to spike the ball he pulled me down and I damaged my knee I was told I was never going to play again I know.

Tooru:my old kohai did that I am disgusted and ashamed to know that kid sunshine I am so sorry he pulled that crap on you now with all that out the way sunshine will you be my boyfriend and let me drive you to the training camp tomorrow

Shoyo:yes to both thank you Oikawa San

Tooru:you know you can drop the honorifics and call me by my first name I think it's safe for me to say to can do that with all of us here right boys

The boys:Hai ofc sho and tomorrow stay close to us we won't let the king of the court near you

Shoyo:😭 thank you guys so much I love you all

The boys: we love you sho/shoyo/my sunshine

#deaf mute hinata #oihina #possible seijoh x hinata #haikyuu songfic #Youtube

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thegoblinboy · 2 years

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Scar Boys -

Written by eddiethegreatteddybear (aka sonflowerboy on wattpad)

Smut warning

Steve's rubbing the scar cream into his sides when he hears the knock on the door. It was light and barely heard over the television screen that was currently playing a rerun of the Andy Griffith show. Grunting a little in pain when he accidentally presses a little to hard he takes a few deep breathes before he's tossing the tube on the counter. Wincing he carefully wraps a clean set of bandages around himself as he works his way to the door. Quickly tossing on a red sweater that laid on the back of his couch. Right as the doorbell goes off this time, he's standing in front of the door checking the peephole to only see Eddie's hair. Snorting a bit but quickly forcing himself to stop as he holds his sides he opens his front door.

"Munson." Steve says carefully unsure what this visit was for. The other had gotten the brunt of everything. Somehow getting worst injuries then Steve's. The injured boy in front of him was giving him a pained smile as he just walks in without permission. Neither of them cared really. They've grown used to the others company and probably could be in the same house for weeks without really noticing the other.

"Harrington, I need help. With my bandages. Dustin is off to camp, Robin nearly throws up every-time she attempts to help, Nancy is to busy going off to college, the other kids I barely know well enough to ask them except Mike who is currently sucking his girlfriends face off all the time and you? Well you're in the same fucking boat as me except you know how to clean yourself up and I can't. Wayne tried to help but I don't want him seeing my scars and shit." Eddie rambles out. A regular occurrence. Speaking his thoughts out without any filter. Steve doesn't stop listening to the other once as he watches him walk back and forth with anxiety, wrapping his arms around himself looking a tad uncomfortable. Though now Steve was taking a close look at him he didn't have his jacket or vest on, just a 'Black Sabbath' shirt on with a pair of black jeans that had more holes in them then the last pair he seen him wearing.

"Eddie, calm down. It's not a big deal really. Come on, funny enough I just finished doing mine." He chuckles as he moves leading the other to his bathroom where he moves grabbing everything he needs before gesturing for the other. "What needs to be cleaned?" He asks.

"All of it." Eddie says sounding a bit ashamed. Steve nods his head not even batting a eye at it. The bathroom felt to shoved in to really be comfortable. Steve moves away from the shower as he moves gesturing for the other to follow. Leading him to the dining room. "Wouldn't you want to make this mess in the bathroom?" Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow with a shit ass grin on his face. Now that the anxiety was wearing off he was becoming more talkative again.

Steve winces as he bumps into the table a little bit but starts to lay everything out within grabbing reach. "Well it's- I'm just a tad claustrophobic and I can barely handle myself in that tiny bathroom and I can't take you to the bigger one because my parents made sure to lock that one up before they went traveling." He chuckles as he doesn't look up at the other just running a hand through his untamed hair. Which had gotten a bit longer, and to be truthful he didn't care how long it would get. Seeing how comfortable Eddie was with his long hair compared to the jocks short shaved style that he was used to, made something click with him.

Unlike Eddie's frizzy mess that somehow looked good, Steve had more of a mane. It was pulled back like it normally was but some of his hair was starting to lay on his shoulders. His hair had always grown fast and within the past few months it's grown impossibly faster. He seemed to be the only one not really cutting his hair. Will cut his like he always had, Dustin still trimmed his and kept it at the length he liked it, Mike's dad had forced him to cut his when he seen it get to a certain length, Nancy and Robin let there's grow a bit for a month before going back to their normal chin length, Max kept hers the normal length but she really didn't have a choice as she laid unconscious in a hospital bed, but then there was Hopper and El. They both seemed to be racing each other to see who's hair would grow the fastest. Hopper was currently winning but Steve was sure that wouldn't last long.

Eddie doesn't talk about what Steve admits to as he stands awkwardly off to the side as Steve looks up seeing him still crossing his arms around himself. Almost as if he was trying to hug the hell out of himself. His hands were in awkward positions on his arms as his rings stayed in their rightful spots and his nails were chewed up. Steve steps back a little pulling a chair out for the other. "Ok, don't be shy now." He teases playfully before Eddie's listening and stumbling over to the chair. It only reminded Steve of when they were at Skull Rock and the other nearly fell on his face trying to tag along with them to the lake.

"Alright, don't be a dick about it and strip so I can clean up your bandages." He says with light amusement in his eyes as he turns to check that everything was good before they land back on Eddie who's looking at him with a shit ass grin.

"Like this your highness?" He teases pulling his shirt up and trying to make it look more suggestive then it was but his body was to awkward so none of it came out like it was supposed to. It only brings a grin to Steve's face as he holds back laughter.

"Oh man, and I was expecting you to throw your shirt at me and everything." He says back playfully. Though he's hit in the face with the others shirt almost immediately after he says that. Both of them start to laugh but it's quick to shut down as both of hold their own sides and bend over a little. "Eddie for the love of god don't make me laugh." He grumbles but he still had a grin on his face when the other looks at him with the same amount of amusement.

"Hey what can I say, I'm pretty funny." Eddie says playfully as he opens his mouth to add something else but Steve's beating him to it.

"Funny looking." He coughs into his fist as he moves to grab a hair tie to put his hair up. Not wanting any of it to fall into the others wounds. His hair pulled back into a tiny bun with a few strand falling forward he moves to grab the towels he brought out. Not realizing Eddie's gone silent looking at him. He turns his head when he finally catches onto it looking at the other with a raised eyebrow. "Oh come on Munson, I wasn't serious. Don't let the guy with fifteen year olds as friends bring down your self esteem." He teases playfully as he sees the other was in a trance like state. His heart drops for a second as he moves over but sees Eddie quickly snap out of it.

"Never, I would never let the King Steve bring my ego down ever. Even if I'm his said jester." He teases starting to talk in that funny way that Steve couldn't understand. But he's moving over as Eddie's starting to ramble again. "So, king Steve. When did the longer hair start to become your thing?" He asks amused as he watches Steve crouch in front of him and onto his knees. Majority of Eddie's body was covered in bandages so it wasn't like the other was seeing anything yet. Steve looks up at the other and it sends shivers down the Metal heads spine.

"Well I'm to lazy to go get it cut. That and I grew it out when I was younger before my parents came back from a trip and forced me to cut it. I wanted to see if I still liked it." He says amused as he reaches forward his eyes moving back to the others injured body. Each time he unwraps something he sees that a lot of it was unnecessary. Not until he got to the same area that he was bitten. "Why were you covered in bandages like that when you only need bandages here?" He asks curiously looking back up at the other as Eddie blushes a little. Moving one of his hands to his mouth, touching one of his rings to his lips feeling the cold metal bringing him down to earth again.

"Well I tried bandaging myself and got a bit carried away." He says shyly as he fidgets with his hair and Steve only smiles amused as he gets the other uncovered. Seeing each tattoo that was on the other boys skin. He can't help but take a moment to look at the art curiously. Though he doesn't spend to much time on it as he turns his attention back down to the wounds that looked a lot worse then his. Slightly deeper to.

"Well, it seemed like you were trying to turn yourself into a Mummy, Munson." He teases playfully and Eddie lets a surprised chuckle out as he's quick to wince and stop himself as he looks down at the other.

"It seems like the King has fallen, as he is currently on his knees in front of the Freak of the kingdom." Eddie teases back and Steve looks up a little confused before it all makes sense in his head. Shaking his head amused as he starts to do what he does with his wounds. Wipe them down with Alcohol and part way through he finds that Eddie's gripping onto the chair out of pain. Steve's quick to pull he others hand from the chair.

"Careful, this wood does break really easily. I don't want to pick splinters from your hand next Eddie." He says trying to lighten the mood up seeing the other smile a little as his head moves back in pain. Not looking down at Steve, instead gripping onto his hand. His rings digging into Steve's but Steve ignores it as he finishes up the wounds and continues to let the puss come out and he begins to take a old towel and pat at the sides.

"Steve, this hurts so much more then what the others do. What the fuck dude?" The others voice is shaky and higher pitched as Steve checks to make sure nothing is infected. It seemed to be closer to healing now then it was before. He wouldn't be surprised if the other would be able to get stitches put in now that it would be easier to close up. Steve doesn't say anything back letting the other ramble out random stuff. When he's finished cleaning him there's still a bad sting left behind causing a ache for the other.

"So, Metallica huh? Dustin told me you played something by them, and I played Master Of Puppets for him and he seems pretty confident that's what you played. Though I don't know how the hell you learned how to play that so fast when it just came out a week or two before everything hit the fan." Steve looks up amused as he sees the other look at him confused. But Steve's distraction plan was working as the others eyes light up.

"You know Metallica?" He asks excited as Steve shrugs a little.

"I knew of them yeah. I didn't really listen to them or anything but when Dustin wanted to go on a search for some mysterious song you played in the Upside Down that he's never heard of I helped him the best I could. We um. When you were in the hospital we went to every music store and Dustin went to your uncle to ask what bands you listened to. Which was really difficult because fuck dude you listen to a shit ton of bands. We listened to Black Sabbath and found that wasn't what you played, we listened to Ozzy and that wasn't what you were playing. We listened to Mötley Crue, Iron Maiden, Slayer, AC/DC, Judas Priest, Kiss, and I think Motörhead and after hours of going through all of it we found out by going to the store that the record that had the song you played was staring at us in the fucking face the entire time." Steve's telling the story with a happy smile as he begins to wrap bandages around the others sides. "Because apparently, Master Of Puppets just came out and neither of us thought to look at it because it only just came out and there was no way Eddie the Freak Munson learned and memorized an entire song on that album yet. And boy were we mistaking. Dustin freaked out so hard and I bought three copy's of the fucking thing. One for Dustin to give you at the hospital. Another for Dustin later on, and one more for me because I just spent over 48 hours of my time without any sleep searching for it with Dustin. And I did listen to it once, it's not to bad." He admits.

Eddie was listening the entire time and he can't help but feel giddy knowing that people cared enough about him to go on a search for something for him. And then buy it for themselves. "Oh my! That must've been a adventure of sorts. Just for that King Knight Steve the fifth I'll give you a reward for your efforts of helping my Heir Dustin Henderson." He's doing that thing again but Steve's looking up at him in amusement. Finishing the others bandage as he looks up and watches the other pull one of his rings off. "It would only be fair if I rewarded you too. Dustin, that little shit said he found it all by himself. I gave him my guitar pick necklace as a reward, but for you. I'll give you one of my rings." He says with a smile. Steve's a little flushed in the face and it only makes Eddie grin more.

Steve's stuttering a bit but the boy in front of him is grabbing his hand forcing it open and dropping the ring in his hand. Forcing the other to close it. "I can't possibly take one of your rings. It looks expensive as fuck Eddie." He comments as Eddie shrugs with amusement.

"I only give my things away to people that I know who'll take care of it, you do realize that vest I tossed at you was very important to me. But I still gave it to you to wear." He says with a smile. "And you're helping me out. I rather repay you with something." He says amused. Steve rolls his eyes trying to argue more but gives up when Eddie doesn't let him.

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A few weeks later at the music video store Steve's working without much of a thought. Wearing the ring the other gave him without really caring. It was comfortable and now he understood why the other wore so many. It helped him fidget with something when he was trying to focus. Robins the first to see it but doesn't say anything as the other seemed to actually be working. Though a hour later Dustin and the few of the others come in including Eddie.

"Steve why did you tell Eddie you helped me find that Record!" Dustin says ready to sass the hell out of the boy as Steve jumps startled as his hair falls in his face. Slightly longer then what it had been the last time he seen Eddie. Who seemed to be healing fine.

"Because I spent two days straight with you searching for it with no sleep, while having a injury myself!" Steve sasses as he glares at the other who glares back. The room goes silent as the two of the glare each other down and Steve blinks. Dustin's jumping up and down.

"Haha in your face Harrington!" He says as Steve groans rubbing his eyes that were watery from leaving them open for so long. But they both pause for a second.

"Holy shit you're back!" Steve yells as he throws himself over the counter ignoring everyone else. Even Eddie who was looking a little startled by the two. But watching amused as the two already start doing their hand shake. Dustin's giggiling like a maniac as Robin groans holding her face in her hands.

"I work with a Dumbass." She groans as she continues to watch Steve lift the other up in the air and twirl around. "When the fuck did you add dirty dancing to that hand shake?" She asks with amusement.

"We didn't, it just felt Right Robin, shut up!" Dustin yells as the two stumble a bit when they were both on their feet hugging each other as Steve grunts in pain. Holding his side as he goes a little pale. Eddie's quick to go to his side and pull him to a chair. Even though Eddie had it worse it seemed like Steve was recovering a little bit slower then him. In the process Dustin sees Steve's hand and his mouth falls open.

"Oh my god, when did you two get married?" He teases as Eddie and Steve look at him in confusion before realizing he was talking to them. Both of their faces going a slight red.

"Um- we didn't?" Steve says still a little pale as he lets go of the others shirt. Which he had not realized he grabbed.

"Well the ring on your hand says so! I couldn't even get one of his rings!" Dustin huffs obviously jealous that Steve got to get Eddie's ring and he didn't. Eddie looks down at the others hand before amusement shows on his face.

"Harrington, you sly dog." Eddie's starting in that tone with a shit ass grin. "If you wanted to get married you just had to say something, not put my ring on your marriage finger." He says playfully as Steve blushes swatting him as he rolls his eyes grumbling. "What's that Stevie poo. I cant hear you honey cakes, sugar pie, the apple to my eye-"

"Oh shut up! It's the only finger that it would fit on!" Steve's huffing as he blushes a little more fidgeting with said ring. Eddie's looking even more amused as he moves forward to the others ear.

"If you wanted me that bad all you had to ask pretty boy." He teases as Steve's swatting him again.

"Shut up!"

******

After that Eddie wouldn't shut up about the other. Starting to come in more just to bug him finding it amusing to mess with the other. Of course at first it was a joke. Starting off with playful married nicknames as Robin rolled her eyes from the side. But laughing along anyway. Steve had grown used to the other calling him anything from big boy, pretty boy, baby, honey pie, sugar cakes, sugar tits, and a few other inoproperate names. The others even called him princess. It just started to become a normal thing for them and neither of them seemed to really mind anymore. Steve at first used to tell him to shut up but now he didn't mind it either.

It slowly started to escalate from there. Eddie began to start slapping Steve's ass who was clearly startled and flustered as he flips him off. Or when they were hanging out Eddie made it his mission to lay his head in Steve's lap as they watched a movie with Robin, with Steve's hands playing with his hair. The both of them started to hang out on their own and began comparing their scars joking around saying they were truly meant to be. Matching scars, matching hair at one point, matching rings and matching tastes in girls. Though it doesn't hit them that they really were something until Steve goes on a date.

When he returns home Eddie's inside hands on his hip in a parenting way. "You were supposed to be home a half an hour ago young man where were you?" He jokes knowing the other went on a date. He was a tad jealous but he wasn't going to let that get in their way as friends. Steve laughs softly at the other, laughing for the first time that night.

"Sorry I just got my ear chewed out because apparently I was expected to sleep with her on the first date." He says amused as he adds. "My reputation has really stuck with me." He says amused as he kicks his shoes off and hangs his jacket to. It wasn't uncommon for Eddie to be over. He welcomed himself in freely when his uncle was at work. Not enjoying being alone for that long. He sometimes brought his guitar over and played for the other boy. Eddie's opening his arms and Steve laughs as he moves forward falling into the others arms. Laying his head on the others shoulder.

"I think I would have better luck marrying you at this point." Steve laughs as he jokes a little as he feels Eddie tense up a little. He furrows his eyebrows looking at the other confused. "You good?" He asks as Eddie nods his head. Steve pulls back from the hug seeing the other pout but smiles as he moves to the living room as he moves to sit on the couch. Eddie's moving to as he pulls his rings off and chains.

"Here hold onto these while I go shower." He says with a smile as Steve snorts but takes them. Carefully putting each one on a finger as he sits in front of the tv. The chains just lay in his lap as he watches the tv playing with the others rings. He enjoyed when the other allowed him to wear them. He curls up and jumps a little startled when he feels a body sliding in behind him and cuddling him from behind. This, this was new. But Steve doesn't say anything turning his head to look at the other boy. Who looked a little sad as he looked at him. Steve smiles a little as he pats the others face a little.

"What's wrong Eddie?" He asks as Eddie blushes a little hiding his face in the others neck. Steve blushes as he feels the others breath against his neck shivering a little which Eddie is quick to catch. Playfully nipping the others neck without thinking as Steve takes a shaky breath in. Closing his eyes as he feels his body reacting and it's slowly clicking in his head. He couldn't get this reaction when he was on-top of the girl he was out with tonight, but now he here he was with his best friend getting a little hard at him just nipping his skin. Which wasn't anything probably. He knew Eddie had a thing for chewing on things like pencils, his own shirt sleeves, Gum, plastic water bottles, literally anything.

Eddie's breathing gently against his neck as he pulls away his face a little red from the warmth of his breath hitting him in the face. He looks at Steve as he scans his face for anything. "I think I like you Steve." He says softly. The first name really sold how serious the other was. It sounded foreign coming from the other. Steve stops breathing for a second as his eyes move down to the others lips. It wasn't the first time he's done that. But now it made sense to him. Eddie looked scared and Steve smiles at him in that way that made Eddie's heart calm down and made the butterfly's in his Stomach act up.

"Yeah? I think I like you too Ed's." Steve returns with a smile. He barely gets anymore words out before the others lips are pressed against his and Eddie's moving on-top of him. Steve's hands moving to the others hair immediately, careful not to get a ring caught. Both of them kissing slowly before Eddie's the one to speed it up. Hearing Steve moan when he accidentally brushed his thigh against Steve's obvious hard on now.

The two aren't slowing down as the both of them pull back to catch their breathes. It already felt normal for them as Steve is quick to pull the others shirt off. Eddie returning the favor until they were both only in their boxers. They were both nervous, neither of them really ever doing anything with a guy before. Plus Eddie was a virgin. Something Steve knew about considering none of the girls wanted him because he was weird and Eddie felt weird trying to date any of the girls now. All of them to young for him in his opinion. It was a discussion they had. Steve wanted this to mean something for the other as he thinks. His brain short wiring as he feels the others mouth against his neck sucking down. Little moans leave Steve as his hand moves down into the others boxers. Stopping before he can touch the other and quickly pulling his hand back.

"Eddie can I touch you?" He asks sounding like he was out of breath. He didn't want to do something the other didn't want, and it was his first time ever and Steve's first time with a guy. When he hears a soft yes his hand is immediately wrapping around the other and moving his hand. Eddie's moans muffled in his neck as Steve touches the other curiously. He smiles as he hears the other rambling out praises as he turns his head a bit to talk to the other.

"Eddie, is it ok if I try to suck you off?" He asks curious as Eddie pulls away a little startled by the question. Looking surprised before nodding his head yes. Steve smiles as he moves flipping them over carefully before he's moving to his knees on the side of the couch. "Sorry, I didn't think you wanted to have your first time be a handjob." He chuckles as he sees the boys face furrow up.

"I don't mind princess. This isn't just about me you know I-" he was sat up and adjusted the way Steve wanted him. Before he can finish his words Steve's mouth his around him and Steve's testing what he can do by going down slowly. Eddie's hand moving to the others longer hair gripping onto it. "Fuck Steve." He moans very sensitive. Steve's opening his jaw more and he could feel the soft ache there. He ignores it as he bobs his head a little, to only gag a little before pulling off wiping his mouth catching his breath heating the others concerned voice but is going back down on him learning as he goes. After a minute he's caught on to what he's doing as he looks up at the other taking half of the other in his mouth and moving his hand up and down on the other half.

Eddie's moaning louder enjoying everything the others doing. Before he could cum though he's pulling the others head off not wanting to force the other to swallow it. "Sorry I was about to-" he apologizes but Steve's already jerking him off faster and Eddie's falling over the edge as his head tosses back and he's releasing over Steve's lips and chin, some of it landing on his cheeks. The coolness of his rings around him helping him fall over the edge faster to. Coming down he's looking at the other blushing at the mess as he takes his shirt to help wipe the mess up. Steve's smiling amused as he gets up kissing the other. Both of them humming before Eddie's hand is down his boxers and starting to jerk him off.

Steve's gasping into the kiss and Eddie slides his tongue in as they both moan a little. Eddie's not going slow and Steve's hips buck into his hand as he lets Eddie do what he wants. Though the pull back again and he's hiding his face in Eddie's shoulder as he moves his hips to meet the others hand. "Eddie." He moans as Eddie hums a "I'm here." Out as Steve's falling apart. Cuming shortly after into his boxers some of it on Eddie's hand. He's coming down from his own high when he pulls back seeing Eddie looking at his own messy hand. Then he's putting his cum covered fingers into his mouth as Steve's looking surprised.

Eddie hums and shrugs with a grin. "It's not that bad actually." He says amused as he licks it up as if it was only cake batter or sauce on his fingers.

#stranger things #bxb #steve x eddie #steddie #steveddie #eddie and dustin #steve and dustin #steve stranger things #steve and eddie #steveharrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie deserved better

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apocalypticvalraven · 2 years

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Figured others my benefit from my mistake.

A week or two ago, I was contacted by someone on here, offering to help me financially. I approached this cautiously, since, well "hey, let's talk on a different app" is a yellow flag.

But I could use the help, so I did talk to him in Snapchat. He wouldn't use, well, pretty much any normal form of sending money--another yellow flag--but was talking about sending "cashmail" via FedEx, literally putting cash in a parcel. This led to a lot of back and forth, and him asking me to cover shipping--a red flag tbh, but again, I need money, I'd just lost my job. So even having called FedEx and learning cashmail isn't a thing (he was taking about it as if it were, but also, anyone can just stick cash in a parcel and not disclose it), I went ahead hoping this guy was on the level.

Of course, it wouldn't work. And he wanted more money for shipping. I didn't have it, but even if I had, I wouldn't have given it to him.

This caused a change in method. He wanted to transfer money to my bank account--fine, but I'd need to open one, so I went ahead and did that.

I was leery, but I even went ahead and have him the login because he said he wanted to link my account to his. I only put $25 into the account, so, alright, fine. If I lost another $25, it would suck, but it wouldn't be horrible.

But then he said he needed my PIN. Which was the final red flag for. Did I have much money for him to take? No. I took precautions. But I didn't want to burn yet another bank account, and there's the possibility he was playing a long game, and would watch my account and take money later.

He could see my debit card on the bank account, because that's how that bank works. He can clone my debit card, but I'm hoping that without my pin he can't do anything with a clone. Maybe I've already royally fucked myself on this. I don't know. Can't really go back (tho I can make a new account and get a new debit card if it comes to it).

It sucks. I'm out $25 that would have been helpful, because my desperation and want to trust people overrode my caution, or at least some of it.

So, maybe this guy was on the level, but I doubt it, based on his reactions whenever I expressed skepticism (and aside from that, he came off as very condescending, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's not legitimate). If he is a scammer, I'm guessing he's changing usernames soon, so maybe the screenshots only serve as evidence of my own foolishness. But, watch out for this guy, and no matter how much you need money, don't give people info. There are a wealth of ways to send money legitimately, and anyone who won't use those probably doesn't actually want to help you.

I'm still unemployed, could still use money, but, honestly, it's at least as important to warn others.

If anyone would like to help me, you can send money to any of the following-

Cashapp: $ValravenApocalypse

Venmo: @Valraven

PayPal.me/korbl

My gofundme

Or Zelle (message me) or money wire if you must.

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hellfirecas · 3 years

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#my neurosurgeon's office called and canceled my appointment because he's now in surgery that day lol #and I'm not mad or anything because I know it's absolutely necessary #like I get it I certainly wouldn't want to be needing emergency neurosurgery and have the doctor not take me because he had appointments #but everything's fucked up now #they're offering me august 18th which is more than a week earlier than my original appointment #but my MRIs and CT scan haven't been approved by insurance yet #because the MRI place has been calling the wrong doctor for information lol #& I need to do the MRIs the day before the appointment bc I'm traveling 8+ hours to see him & I don't want to have to make the trip twice #he's like the specialist of specialists which is why I'm traveling that far #I know a lot of his patients come from a distance - the receptionist said I'm actually one of the closer ones #but anyway to do that means that all three tests need to be scheduled for the 17th #and this monday is the 16th #so now I need to see if the imaging centers have any openings for the 17th #and then if they do I need to see if the imaging centers can request for the MRIs to be rush approved #& if it somehow gets approved before the end of the work day on monday then my parents and I need to leave right then & drive to maryland #the reality is that I probably won't be able to see him the 18th because the MRIs really need to be done first #which really sucks because he doesn't have any openings for the following week & then the week after that my college starts back up #and between my schedule and the dr's schedule that means i'll have to miss one of my senior seminar classes which will mean that I'm already #off to a bad start #nevermind that my spine is killing me and the dr won't sign off on my physical therapy script until I have this appointment #it just sucks so bad #sorry ignore me this is long af I'm just upset #ari.txt

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Just a Name

Bruce Wayne x reader

warnings: the batman spoilers, injury, blood, drugs, needles, death, i think that’s it

a/n: changed the plot just a bit to make more sense. matt reeves let me write the next batman movie. also to anon: 💖💖💖

prompt: anonymous: “so the reader and batman have been working together for a while but reader doesn't know his identity (for now) and batman is badly injured so they try to drive him to the hospital because there's no way they're letting him die but he refuses to go there and ask that they take him to the wayne tower instead bc there at least he can keep his identity a secret so the reader drives there and goes with him in the elevator and leaves him with alfred and they put the pieces together concerning his identity, and maybe they get to see him without his mask when he's better?”

Help was scarce in Gotham. At least, the help that made a difference. Two vigilantes among Gotham found themselves needing each other’s help every once in a while, you and the Batman found you worked well together when the situation called for it.

And tonight it did. You found yourselves at the same crime scene with a swarm of cops buzzing about the place, but the two of you walked together finding whatever forensic evidence might help you with the case. “Batman,” you drew his attention near window, a fresh etching in the wooden windowsill that seemed to be a calling card of sorts, “does this mean anything to you?” You stared at five lines and the shavings that were left behind.

“Tally marks.” He said, taking a closer look. There were four vertically, one diagonally. Same number of victims found in the house.

“Another serial killer on our hands?” You asked, waving Detective Gordon over for a closer look at the discovery.

“It looks that way.” He backed up with you and made another round on the scene. “You’re helping?”

“Was that a question or a command?” You checked the time on the clock nearby, staring at it a few seconds too long. Last serial killer this city had brought it to ruins, worst week of your life. You made a wish at 11:11pm, please don’t cause another catastrophe. “I’m in. Let’s get this over as soon as possible, agreed.” He grunted and led the way out of the house, which you were surprised at. “Hey, are you just done looking around in there?”

“I have a lead.” Batman kept walking away from you and opened the passenger door of the Batmobile, abandoning it for his side. You paused your steps and stared at him, who caught your protest just before crawling into the driver’s seat. “Are you coming?”

“I show you my clues, why can’t you show me yours?” You scoffed and settled for the ride in the Batmobile, at least he trusted you enough for that. “You don’t trust me very much, do you?”

“No. Why?” He bluntly answered, pressing harder on the gas pedal.

“We’ve just worked together for a while and I don’t know who you are.” Silence filled the car for a few moments, you hated when he declined to respond. Make things awkward. “Did you fall asleep?”

“You haven’t told me who you are.” He retorted, making you roll your eyes.

“I’ve shown you my face.” You said.

“I didn’t ask you to do that.” He stomped on the brakes and parked his peculiar car on the dark street. “We’re here.”

“Where exactly is ‘here?’” You took a careful look of your surroundings, but it was just like any other street in Gotham. Dirty, bleak, and miserable. “Can you fill me in on your lead yet? I thought you knew working together meant sharing your knowledge.”

“Stay here.” He stepped out and locked you inside before you even got the chance to try and follow him. You knocked on your window a few times and watched Batman disappear into the building.

“God, he sucks.” You muttered to yourself and fell back into your seat. “I could have done this on my own. Maybe next time.” It took about twenty minutes for Batman to come back to the car, and you had much to say to him. “You really need to work on your people skills. Sorry I’m not Gordon, but I’m still a parter. Mind telling me what that was all about?”

“I’ve seen markings like those at other crime scenes, but never more than four.” Batman explained as he pulled back onto the road.

“And you’ve been keeping track of them because..?” You peered over and noticed his jaw clench and put the pieces together. “Because you thought they were scratch marks from your cat friend.” He huffed in response, confirming your suspicions as you smiled to yourself and quietly awaited a destination. Which happened to be a street corner near your hideout.

“Get out.” He instructed, catching your glare. “Now.”

“I was joking about the cat girl, by the way.” You pushed the door open with your foot and left, hearing him peel out seemingly before your feet reached the ground. “Sensitive much?” You muttered, stomping into the alley among the trash and rats and heading back to base. It was frustrating how uncooperative he could be, but you had work to do, work of your own. Hopefully this serial killer wouldn’t be as much as a hassle as the last one.

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It took two more days to hear anything back from him. And when you did, you actually got scared. He’d given you a beeper for emergencies and neither of you had used it until now. The location pinged to your computer and you rushed out the door, thinking over all the possibilities for the call. Was he in too deep? Batman, really?

The ride on your motorcycle was swift, but the GPS marker had moved since you left. Batman was escaping from whatever danger he was in. Or leading you to something you didn’t want any part in. Once you were close enough, you slowed down to try and spot the man dressed like a bat, and sure enough, he was hiding in an alley. Leaned against a dumpster, the most comically feared man-thing was panting, clutching his stomach, and fading in and out. You rushed to his aid, tapping his cheek to get him to focus. “Batman, it’s me. Hey, wake up. What the hell happened?” You asked and his eyes rolled back slightly. “Batman!” You shook him by the shoulders.

“Drugged…” He mumbled, barely audible.

“Shit…I gotta get you to a hospital.” You attempted to lift him, but he protested your words strongly when you tried.

“No! No…hospitals. Take me…my base.” He instructed and you shook your head.

“I don’t know where that is, Bat.” You reasoned with him as he faded in and out, breathing harder from the affects of whatever he’d been given. You noticed blood on his face, a few cuts. He’d been through the wringer, but mustered up the energy to move and fish into his belt pocket for a set of keys.

“Location is marked. Here.” He handed you the keys to that beast of a car and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t excite you, but this city couldn’t lose the Batman tonight, they’d be doomed without him. So you lifted his arm over your shoulder and hoisted him up, letting him direct you to his parking spot. You threw him in the passenger seat and sped out of there as fast as you could, setting his GPS for base.

“Hang in there, Batman. I’ll get you where you need to go.” You assured him and watched him reach for a button near the screen. An alert for whoever was waiting for him. A few sharp turns later, you were pulling into a hidden entrance, an abandoned train line with the name “Wayne” marked all over it. This place hadn’t been used in years, it was a clever hideout, didn’t look half bad either. You stopped the car and hopped out, dragging Batman out and being met by a nicely dressed Englishman who pulled him onto a gurney.

“He say what happened to ‘im?” The man asked and you nodded.

“He said he was drugged.” You told him as the masked man groaned loud, nearly screaming in pain. “Are you a doctor?”

“I’m whatever he needs me to be.” He rushed around the area, getting medical supplies in order to treat him, but he’d need to get the suit off of him first. “I think it’d be best if you left. Thank you for all you’ve done.” You shook your head in response, already putting everything together.

“Not going to happen. I’m sorry, but I’d like to help.” You protested and the man grew more upset.

“I’m afraid you can’t, you’d best be on your way.” He was losing precious time, it seemed, but this was dire.

“It’s because of his mask, isn’t it?” You asked, motioning to the room right after. “Do you take me for an idiot? I’ll save you the trouble, that’s Bruce Wayne. The same Bruce Wayne whose family owned this structure, who has the money for all these gadgets and machines, who has a butler for christ’s sake!” Your shouts echoed throughout the underground. “Trust me, pull off the mask.” You took off your facial coverings and decided to level the uneasy ground. “My name is y/n l/n. Any more problems?”

“Alfred Pennyworth.” He introduced himself. “Now that we’re acquainted, would you like to help me get this crap offa ‘im?” Alfred began trying to loosen the armor, and once he saw what he was working with, he was a bit shaken. “Oh, dear.” He gasped at Bruce’s pale, sweaty skin and the dark lines in his veins. “Mx. l/n, please grab me some ice from the cooler over there.” You were asked as he felt Bruce’s burning forehead, his breathing now much more shallow.

“On it.” You ran to where he pointed and found ice packs within, grabbing three and running back.

“Much appreciated.” He grabbed them and set one on Bruce’s forehead, and one under each of his arms. “That should cool him down.” He sighed, still very much on edge. “You know how to draw blood?”

“No…” You replied.

“Well, you’re about to find out.” He pulled out the kit and set in on a sterile cart, starting to explain himself. “We can test his blood right here and now to see what that bastard hit him with, that way we’ll know how to treat him. You just watch me, it’s a good skill to have.”

“Okay,” you nodded, watching as he turned Bruce’s arm over, tied a band on his upper arm, and cleaned a select spot, “hope you aren’t squeamish.” The sterile needle was taken from the packaging and stuck into his arm. “See the angle I did that at? Got to get the right vein.” You watched the reddish-black liquid run down the tube into a vial, it took a few moments, but once that one was full, Alfred passed it on to you. “There’s a machine beside that computer with a port for this little guy, set it in there and press the button, it’ll start the process.” You understood that much and did as your were told.

“How’s he doing temperature-wise?” You asked while doing your task.

“A bit better, not much.” He felt Bruce’s still warm cheeks and shook his head. “You know anything else about what happened tonight?”

“Can’t say that I do.” You stared at the loading screen as it analyzed the blood sample, but when you turned around, you saw the butler pull one of Bruce’s eyes open and reach for his eye. “Woah! What are you doing?!”

“Don’t be worried, my friend. He’s got a contact lens, records everything he sees. This should help us a bit.” The little lens was pinched between his two fingers and brought over to you, you watched as he set it on a separate machine and another monitor came to life. “Say about…an hour and a half ago?” He scanned back and started the recording, which was right where the struggle for Bruce was. One man, just the one was attacking him, which surprised you greatly. Not many could get the jump on Batman, but this guy, he looked crazy.

“My god, are those…those are scars, aren’t they?” You squinted at the unhinged man. The video paused and you zoomed into the man’s bare chest with the same markings from the windowsill a few days ago. “That’s the serial killer he was tracking, it has to be. But…that’s so weird. He’s definitely giving himself those scars.”

“You’re surprised by this? How long have you been in this line of work?” Alfred asked you.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess it isn’t that crazy for Gotham. Still…it’s unsettling.” You stared at the screen, looking at the man’s terrifying expression before the blood machine processed the sample, beeping a reply.

“Oh, great.” Alfred said to the computer and popped an empty vial next to the blood, then hooked it up to yet another machine. “This is the neat part. It’s making an antidote. Just gotta see what it needs…” He read off the ingredients from the screen and connected a few corresponding jugs to start the process. “Should only take a few more minutes.”

“You seem less on edge now.” You told him.

“Yes, well, things are starting to fall into place. Thank you for your help.” He tiredly smiled and went to the freezer for new icepacks. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

“Not at the moment, no. I can stay until he’s awake…if that’s alright with you.” You stood up from the seat you’d taken and walked near Bruce again, checking his light pulse.

“Stay as long as you’d like, won’t hurt me. Plus, I could use the company. Don’t get much of it.” Alfred tended to Bruce and as a few minutes passed, the machine pinged. “Ah, here we are.” He swiped the vial and added it to a syringe. “He might toss around a bit, it shouldn’t be an issue. Just step back.” Alfred injected the antidote and waited a few seconds, then Bruce jolted his body and let out a long scream, making you cringe at his pain. He’d been through enough for one night. After a few seconds passed, his body had relaxed and you felt at ease, too. “Well, now we just let him rest, he’ll be up soon. I’ll go make us some tea.” Alfred left the room and you found yourself alone in the Batman’s “man-cave.” It was a neat setup, much better than your basement apartment at a dead-end alley. You could never afford all this equipment. Or a butler. Man, a butler would be cool, though. Especially this guy.

A while later, Bruce came back to reality, turning his head sideways and seeing you. “You’re alive.” You smiled and walked over to him, who suddenly became aware that his face was showing.

“You know who I am.” He was disappointed, it sounded like it.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out after I got here. Nice setup.” You complimented, but he wasn’t very happy at the moment. “I’m y/n l/n. You’re Bruce Wayne. Now we both know who the other is.”

“That’s just a name…Where’s Alfred?” He asked, struggling to get himself up.

“Went upstairs for a refill on tea.” You answered him. “Hey, no ‘thank you’ or anything? I kind of saved your life.” Bruce walked past you and to the computer, limping on the way over. He was only concerned with what happened before he blacked out, concerned with the madman on the loose. “Is that really important right now? You almost died, you need to get some rest.”

“Thank you for your help. You can leave now.”

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lebenspurpur · 3 years

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AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

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sweettodo · 3 years

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we're your best friends.

jean kirstein x freader x eren jaeger.

includes : smut, threesome, swearing, innocent / naive y/n, taking virginity.

word count : 3,4k

a / n , thank you for 400 ( 450 as of 3 / 8 / 21 ) , i love you all <3 you're all so special to me and i’m grateful for you. i hope we can grow together as a big ole’ happy family !

"Do you guys ever stop?!" you bellow, your bedroom filled with the shouting amongst the two men in front of you, their rough voices which completely washed away any interjections you gave.

Sighing, you grab one of your notebooks from your desk, winding up your shoulder, and throwing it at Eren. The book slaps him in the face and he shouts, his hand rubbing his face.

"The fuck y/n!" He screeches, Jean, shutting up right after Eren, hair messy from tugging at it out of frustration. You wondered why a simple conversation about who would be the better gentleman; the better man. We had commenced in the formal meeting area- your room- hours ago, to study; hence the notebook used to bonk Eren's pitiful face, "you don't get it." He huffs.

"You two better stop acting childish before I kick you out." Walking between them and plopping down on your bed, pleased to see that the battle had now dwindled from your -very- empty threat. You couldn't kick them out even if you wanted to.

Everyone at school was very well acquainted with the fact that Jean and Eren both had a persistent problem of rivalry, they fought about everything; from who had the better penmanship, better wardrobes, better walk, to who was prettier.... yes, prettier.

Eren stubbornly sits on one corner of the bed, traversing his legs with his back pressed against the wall, Kerstein made himself relaxed in your desk chair, "as I was saying, before I was so impolitely interrupted-" you snort, glancing at the two men, "you both are gentleman, but it's more than just how you talk to a girl."

"Yeah don't be ridiculous, I'm good at more than you think y/n." Jean boasts, smirking and tauntingly glaring at Eren who returns the glare, hair seeping down his shoulders as he rolls his eyes at the cocky Kerstein.

"I'm a sex god, I can sex anyone up, anytime- anywhere." Jean lunging to his feet and stupidly rocking his hips side to side like the fuck-boy he knows he is, virtually wearing it like a badge. Eren and you snickered at him.

Jean grunts, finger in the air tauntingly, "alright! It's not that funny anymore! Quit laughing!" tears brimming your eyes, chest aching from laughing, the blonde now taking into account that you two were more laughing at him, rather than with him.

Defensively, he shouts, "Keep laughing, virgin." Jean grins, squatting back down in the chair dramatically.

"I can name plenty of girls who want to get with me." Eren retorts. Laying your back against the headboard, listening as Eren spews stories about the 'countless sexcapades' he has with girls every week and the 'countless' girls who plead to fuck him on the daily.

"So childish, especially for a couple of university students."

You're dismissed again, "Y/n, who do you think would be better in bed, be honest!" you evaluate the question as much as you could, not to mention how hard it was to even imagine.

Simply putting it, you were a prude.

They wait hastily for your reply, curious to what you had to say, the silence provoking them to shuffle in their seats.

"I think... hm, Jean." Eren groans out in defeat, Jean cackling and throwing his head back, Eren pouts and crosses his arms, huffing out.

"You know what, how the fuck would you know anyway, huh?" rolling your eyes, Jean who is taking his sweatshirt off and hanging it off your chair, heeding to Eren, who is still weeping, "Jean, that doesn't count, she's never gotten with either of us, to begin with, her judgment doesn't count." Declaring matter-of-factly, Jean rubs his chin with his thumb and index, looking into the distance like he was contemplating to speak.

You watched as Eren stands in annoyance, his arms still crossed, "I mean, we could show her, but-"

"-We should, then it'll be fair."

Left in utter shock, were they insinuating you do something so delusional and sinful with your two closest friends? wouldn't that ruin years of friendship? Have they no morals? And to think Eren would have a little more decency.

"No, no way, don't be ridiculous."

Jean sucks his teeth, leaning in his chair so his elbows sat on his knees, the energy in the room had drastically changed, they were now watching you, making your hands anxiously tremble, their eyes scanning yours, while you tried to look at anything but them, heart out of your chest and now in your throat, they sat so relaxed, so casual like the proposition of sex didn't even phase them.

"C'mon, I want you to tell us who's better, you're our best friend, you're the best one to determine who's best." Jean pouts, this was a very clear-detectable manipulation, and you were not inept.

"Are you trying to manipulate me, Kirstein?" he shakes his head, leisurely stretching back into the chair, "because if you are it won't work on me." Jean peeks over to Eren, looking to be affirmed.

Eren plays with the hem of his shirt, a smug look on his lips, looking down to attempt to hide it.

Both men have talked about getting you to become their little toy, countless times at dinner with all the other cadets to embarrass you- or during the summer when you wore shorts to practice with your gear, sparring with a tank top, they both imagined unholy things, things you would believe to be appalling. "How about- better kisser?" tilting your head, that wasn't so much worse.

"Yeah, we've nearly kissed before too," Jean interjects, he saw your eyebrows scrunch, looking mindless, eyes so naive, his head full of vile thoughts, ways he and Eren could corrupt you, tear you open, and leave you begging for more. But they clearly couldn't let you know what they talked about.

So innocent.

"Sharing drinks," nodding slowly, the boys internally prayed you would loosen up only just a little, just a foot in the door so they could kick the fucking door down and break you in- they both figured it was about time anyways; you were a college student and hadn't done anything?

But you had not even a clue, that dumb little head of yours, how could you not comprehend their tactics. This was their way to get your legs open? This was laughable to them; too easy.

Dragging your ass across the bed, not leaning on the wall anymore; you sat criss-cross in the middle of the mattress, center of their attention, "I guess you're right." Mind racing, Jean would never talk to you again if you had said no to at least kissing, and Eren would probably get upset with you, not eager in being your friend, most likely following in his friend's lead.

Jean rolls closer to the side of the bed in your chair, not even a foot away from you.

"I can go first, Eren?" Eren nods, he was beyond delighted, this was fucking crazy. Truth was, Eren, who was seldom nervous over this type of thing; yet he was envious that Jean could be so... persistent; wishing he could be the same. With Jean grabbing your chin, such a pretty face you had, especially when you were anxious.

Easy to mold, easy to manipulate you; to do whatever he wanted with a bat of his eyelashes and a polite smile.

And here he was- in the back of his head - telling himself that he needed to teach you not to be so susceptible from now on.

He squanders no time, capturing your lips with his own, moving in a swift and low action, you kiss him back. He was incredible, it was at the perfect pace, the residing taste of mint gum that filled your mouth.

No wonder the girls loved Jean so much.

His thumb caressing your cheek which sent little cringes of anxiety throughout your body- realizing you had to kiss Eren after this, this was going to make you so dirty, but how could you kiss Jean and leave your other friend out? How unreasonable that would be.

Eren's abrupt words make you jump, "alright horse face, stop hogging and share." Jean pulls back, lips light rosy pink, even a little swollen, he rolls backward in the chair, the other young man sits up in front of you while still comfortable on the bed.

Instead of Jean's approach, Eren tilts your head, kissing your jawline first, tensing up from the ticklish feeling, soft lips establishing morale towards your choice in agreeing to do what they asserted; it wasn't that terrible after all.

He kisses up to the corner of your mouth and then slowly kisses you on the lips, eyes fluttering closed, drunk off his smell, stomach doing backflips.

Gradually pulling back, he's smiling like a fool before scooching backward back to his spot.

"Who do you think was better?" Jean rushes, blushing and looking to your lap, thumbs playing with each other, subconsciously hoping they would do a little more. You didn't know who was better, they both were so good, too good.

"I don't know, you both are really good,"

Jean was going mad, you tasted so fucking good, and he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself, trying to remain relaxed.

Eren's dick twitching in his pants when he heard you finally say his name instead of Kerstein's, he was ecstatic...

Jean stands and scoffs, "alright I'll give him that, but I'm good at everything else. Eren s' a fucking virgin boy." biting your tongue, you felt guilty, Jean was really good, telling yourself 'maybe I should stop being so uptight, they would never actually hurt me.' Eren sees you ponder, looking into space while you stewed on your sentiments, Jean with no awareness as he rambles on and on about how experienced he is.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, anxious, you needed to make the first move- you needed to make this right.

Slowly, making sure they're both watching, you begin to unbutton your blouse, bottom-up.

"What are you doing?"

"You two wanted to show me who was better?"

Jean's eyes bug out of his head, smile growing across his face, Eren stands, embarrassed from your suggestion, they were nearly jumping for joy, "but I don't know ho-"

Jean jerked your shoulders, "relax," He whispers, out comes a shaky breath when his hands waste no time to finish unbuttoning your top. "You trust us, you wanna' feel good, right?"

The room was silent besides the pounding of your heart; could it have been any louder?

Blouse wide open for both of them to see your chest. Eren, who sat inches from you tugged at the fabric on your right shoulder, "so pretty- look at these Eren," Jean's large hands cupping your tits, sitting pretty in your bra, your throat grows increasingly dry, the feeling in between your legs tingling, though, you had no idea how to interpret it.

Eren stands back up, standing shoulder to shoulder with his friend, his hand caressing down your back and gripping at the flesh of your skin.

Looking at them as they stare at your chest, their hands all over you. "Do you know how to do anything at all?" Eren asks, shaking his head, he looks at Jean and pulls his hand back, "Jean and I are gonna ake care of you."

"Yeah, okay." Jean pushing you on your back, legs barely open, unbuttoned your pants, tugging them off hungrily. Both looking at you with lust-filled eyes, they had never seen you like this; so bare. Your legs are propped up so Jean and Eren can both stand before them. Their hands trailing up your jittery thighs.

"I'll get you ready, yeah? I don't want to hurt you." Responding with a simple nod, Jean is crouching down so his head is leveled to your clothed cunt, Eren sits back on the bed and slides his hand under your back; with one hand, he's unclasping your bra and peeling it off your body, his soft hands massaging your tits, nipples sensitive when his thumbs spend extra time on them.

Nerves doubling over when Jean's hands now pulling down your matching panties, head snapping up, legs shutting to deter them, Eren pushing you back down. "Calm down, you'll be fine." He reassures.

Eren feeling the soft skin, under his hands, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, Jean dragging his large hands in between your thighs, "have you ever fingered yourself y/n? Made yourself cum?" beyond embarrassed, the way they were taking their time on you, slowly feeling you up, you were almost becoming frustrated. Shaking your head, Jean clicks his tongue, "this might feel weird, but you trust us, right?" An audible gasp is shot out of your mouth when his middle finger is raking up between your folds.

Hissing out as he adds another finger, both of them running up and down your slick pussy, pressing down on a bundle of nerves, "feels- weird!" the more he played around with your sensitive clit, the more your leg twitched, the ticking feeling filling up your stomach, core flexing as he repeated his offense, the same sensitive rubs as his two fingers curled and fucked into you.

"Jean-” He was going so slow, making sure he didn't stretch you out too much, he needed to save that for later.

"Here, come taste."

Eren's grabbing Jean's hand, your tongue lolling out, his coated fingers dragging down your tongue, lips wrapping around his digits, tasting the juices from your cunt.

"Tastes good, right?" fingers still deep in your mouth, you're nodding like a fool, Jean smiling at the sight of the reaction bestowed on your face, the taste of your cum tainting your tastebuds; "of course she likes it, look at her, she wants more."

Eren nods in return, he leans down over you, soft hair falling on your chest as he leaves wet little kisses down your chest, peppering you with his lips down to your belly button.

Watching Jean, who is getting on the bed beside you, his knees next to your head, Eren jumping into action to take his best friends place, his sweats falling low just blow his v- line, he pushes them down, craning your neck to look up at Jean who his also pulling down his pants.

Your throat squeezes shut, lifting your head, "I don't you think that I-" Jean's hand grabbing your hair to silence you, jerking your neck up.

"Don't worry, I told you we'll help you."

"Jean, chill out a little." Eren mumbles, your head getting dropped back onto the bed, eyes fixated on Eren's wide torso, the tent in his boxers which made your mouth water, "I'll go slow, okay?" Palming his cock through his boxers, he holds your legs from under your knees, his boxers just under his cock, sliding his hand down and removes the little bit of coverage he had left. Your eyes widening, he spits in his hand, stroking his throbbing tip a few times with his thumb before adjusting forward and rubbing his raw cock up against your slicked pussy.

The feeling of Eren's thick tip squeezing inside of you makes you cry out in pain, the stinging pain of Eren taking his time to slide into you, fitting into you as much as he can.

Jean pinning your arms up above your head, tears spilling from your eyes, "h-hurts!" you whine, Jean beside you pumping his cock in his fist.

"So fuckin' tight, no wonder it hurts so bad." His hands pinning your legs open and up, he pulls out.

Without warning, he picks up speed, your body curling up from the pressure.

“I forgot what virgin pussy feels like, so tight-” he mumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the way he could feel his heartbeat in his cock, he needed this so bad.

The pressure soon becomes desirable, wanting to feel it everything he thrusts into you, your complaints soon turn to moans, looking at jean through your eyelashes while he's fixated on the way your boobs bounce while Eren dives deeper into you.

"Don't forget to help Jean out, remember?"

You're situating yourself up on your elbows, turning your body so your head is between Jean's thighs, he's pushing your hair back and holding it in a loose but sufficient grip, "let me guide you."

His thumb swipes down your bottom lip, opening your jaw, tongue sliding past your lips to wrap around his cock like it's instinct.

"Good, just like that," he groans, his hand on the back of your head guiding you further down the base of his cock, Eren fucking you slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls clench around him, sucking him in, he could stay like this forever.

Your neck uncomfortably stretched to pleasure Jean made it all the more painful when he started pushing down the back of your throat; harder to catch your breath, harder to swallow the saliva that was seeping up the back of your throat, trying not to cough around his length.

"Been waitin’ too long for this,” Eren grunts, the lewd noises of his hits snapping against yours on one end while your nose is barely brushing against Jean’s hair around his stomach.

Jean slowly pulls out of your throat, drool following, giving you the chance to speak, “Eren, h-hot!” you cried, your stomach twisting, pussy squelching around his wide cock, head dizzy as you begin to feel like your floating.

Jean sees your body shake from beside him, while he pumps his cock in his free hand, his other hand is kneading your tit in his hand. “Oi, I think she's gonna cum- c’mon it's gonna feel so good, you're so close, pretty girl.” Eren drilling into you with your legs pinned open, moaning and gasping for air as you feel your hole spasm, body tingling as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“C- I'm cumming!” your hand on Eren’s pec, pushing against him to ease the pressure of his cock buried fully inside of you, “f-fuck! Fuck, Eren!” his body sticky on top of yours, thighs uncomfortably stuck to his waist.

“God, can stay like this all day.” You panted like a dog, blinking the blurred vision out of your eyes from the blinding orgasm.

Jean’s getting off the bed, slapping your thigh to sign for Eren to get off of you, “I hope you can take it, pretty girl.” The brunette pulling up his boxers and sitting on the bed where Jean was just seated.

A panting mess, Jeans tearing you from your spot and pushing you on your hands and knees, Jean presses against the small of your back, pushing you into a deeper arch, abused pussy mere inches away from another cock.

Eren picks your head up by your hair, an evil smile growing on his face as he sees your face twist with pleasure, Jean pushing into your cunt, a mixture of his best friends’ cum already leaking out of your cunt, “gonna fill you some more, just stay still for me, okay?”

He holds your hips in place, the further his cock sunk into you, the more it hurt, the more he stretched you out, the more you were split open by the intimidating of him.

“If you keep squeezin’ me like that, ” he spits, unable to finish his sentence.

He thrusts into you from behind, held grounded in place as Jean ruts into your pussy mercilessly, Eren watching you cry and beg for stupid little nothings.

Cream covering his cock, feeling your walls tighten around him, he snakes his hand over your thigh, and to your clit, rubbing lose and light circles around the bud, your legs quivering, back jolting up from the overstimulation, “hm, what did I say about stating still?” ripping away from your clit, you whine and your back is pushed back down.

Jean mere inches away from climax, hips sputtering against your backside as you feel your juices drip down your thigh, sticking to his stomach.

Your head drops into the mattress.

“Pretty girl, we're far from done with you,” Eren’s purring into your ear, “dont give up now, we haven't gotten to the best part.”

The pad of Jean’s thumb is pressing against the rim of your tight, pretty virgin ass, “you can trust us, we haven't hurt you yet, have we?”

Nodding, this was only the beginning of a very- very long night. One of many, actually.

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wannabegwenstacy · 3 years

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Bangtan in Bed: Kim Seokjin | NSFW

Kim Seokjin: The Romantic Dom - 210920 🌹

Rating: 18+

Contains: overstimulation, stripteases, lingerie, roleplay, teacher/student dynamic, sir/angel or babydoll dynamic, body worship, praise kink, food play, dirty talk, orgasm denial, fingering, pink handcuffs

A/N: I apologize for this being late. This week has been quite hectic! not only online with the boys traveling for the UNGA and being stalked/harassed but irl also for me. It put me behind with planning but i'm gonna try to get back on schedule with posting. Anyways, ENJOY! 💜

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Definition of “Gentlemen in the streets freak in the sheets”

A Romantic Dom

I feel like when he finds his person there will be a lot of unrivaled passion from him, he will never let go.

He is loyal for sure. No other thoughts will adorn that beautiful head of his. Just them.

Speaking of that he is definitely one to go all-in for his partner. He would want to spoil them any chance he got.

Think that interview where he just so casually mentioned how his future partner will not exactly be sleeping after the wedding.

Multiple rounds with this one.

Tiring each other out after an especially stressful week. Releasing all the frustration from work and being away from each other then falling asleep in each others arms.

Using his love as his cardio rather than going to the gym on some occasions.

Overstimulating them till little cries and tears form in the corners of their eyes. Kissing them away before they fall down their face. Telling them just how well they are doing and just how sinful they look flush, red, and begging for him.

Just wanting to make them feel good. Rewarding them however he can. Showing them just how much they mean to him. Then doing it all over again.

Pushing them to their max, holding them back from what they craze just for a little while longer as deep satori laced encouraging coos fall from his lips. Pulling them close two fingers deep inside curled and pressed flush to their pleasure point. with each jut of his hand edging them on but not letting them cum just yet. He knows they can do more, go a little longer, his precious angel.

Jin's fingers are a sin all in their own. Crocked, long, and oh so beautiful. If Tongue Technology is Yoongi's specialty. Then Fingering is Jin's.

He loves his baby doll all spread out before him watching as they squirm under his touch. He hasn't even shed any clothing yet and they're whining under him, only his fingers touching their skin. The power of it all.

But still remember Jin's a romantic. He loves having that control but even in his more dominant moments there is always hints of care and love present. The sweet encouragements to the gentle or sometimes passionate kisses. He just wants to show them how much he appreciate them.

He is a passionate lover. The type to not go super fast. Hard and Deep but not fast.

Very sensual. Body Worship & Praise are a constant with him.

TEASE!

When he is in the moment he would hold his partner down.

Unwavering eye contact with feather-light kisses as he pushes in, slowly. Stretching them out and letting them feel the full of him. Once he bottoms out he would still his hips holding there.

Holding back his own motivations to move trying to be as still as he can muster himself to be in an attempt to increase the anticipation

He would go as deep as his own body was willing him to go, hips flush to their own, filling them up.

Holding them close before pulling out agonizingly slow letting them feel the contours of the veins of his cock move along their walls.

Once he is almost completely out, only the head still resting inside. His eyes would crinkle slightly, a small smirk appearing followed by a wink and a snap of his hips as he dives straight back in rolling his hips up at the end. Before doing that, again and again, changing the strokes ever so slightly each time.

It's no secret that Jin tends to be quite private (he doesn't got to tell nobody shit if he doesn't want to)

What I'm getting at is he is not one to really kiss and tell if you know what I mean.

He thinks of sex as a private act. One that stays behind closed doors. So not an exhibitionist.

He likes eye contact. He wants to see his partner at all times. See the effect he has on them.

He wants to see their jaw clench then fall open with a gasp.

Watch as they bite down on their bottom lip in an attempt to hold back any sounds from coming tumbling out.

Their swollen lips

Their chest heaving the closer they get to their finish

To watch as their eyes squeeze shut in concentration on the growing heat in their abdomen

Their little nose scrunches

Watch their eyebrows push together in the middle creating little wrinkles form between them

Their little forehead creases

He wants to see it all. He wants to see the effect he has on them as he works.

Outside of the bedroom this man is the biggest romantic too! Flowers, poems, serenading, little hidden notes, breakfast in bed, candles, baths, it all!

It wouldn't surprise me if romance even turns him on.

Aftercare kisses and cuddles turning into another round which leads to them needing to clean up, he would draw a bath and clean each other up which would just lead to maybe possibly even more.

His love and affection being poured out in these moments. Just seeing their flushed cheeks, batted breaths, and bare skin before him.

Knowing they are reacting to him in this way? Makes his heart do little somersaults in his chest <3

You know how loud Jin is when he eats? Yeah. If he likes it, he's not going to be quiet. Loudest Baby Boy there is!

Speaking of Jin's foodie tendencies. Food Play.

Kissing down his angel's body, worshiping every curve.

Feather light touches of his pretty pink lips brushing along their skin. Almost ticklish touches in contrast to the thick liquids heavy on their skin.

Body shots is another thing he loves.

Pouring the liquor into their mouth, some leaking out the sides. Little droplets caught by his thumb. Telling his babydoll to hold still. Not to make too much of a mess or else he'll have to have them on their hands and knees cleaning it up in that pretty little pink maid uniform of theirs.

He would lean down, lips pressing to theirs drinking it all up along with them. Tongue darting in, savoring the biteful taste of the poisonous liquid mixed with the taste of his sweet little angel before him.

Trying to collect every last drop before sucking down on their bottom lip pulling back, eyes flicking up. Lips flush and red from the previous transgressions.

Moving to kiss down the corners of their mouth following the path set from the droplets he missed. Hand lightly clasping their jaw with his thumb and pointer finger turning their head to get better access to their neck. Then kissing down it teasingly slow.

4/7 nights out of a week they are his dinner and dessert.

For dessert melted chocolate specifically.

Having it drizzled along their chest. Nipples covered in the warm liquid.

Licking across and taking his time to clean them up the best he can. Kissing most of it away in the first pass across their chest before going back across with his tongue licking the rest then clamping down with his mouth around their nipples, swirling and flicking against them. Making them 10 times more sensitive under him.

Kissing down their body from there. Leaving tiny pecks and little nibbles followed by a smirk. His fingers falling not far behind.

Worshiping every inch. Not letting any divot or crevice untouched by him. Taking his time ravishing every little "imperfection".

Telling them just how beautiful they are as he works his way down.

Little coos of angel / babydoll falling from his lips. His favorite pet names for his love.

He loves being called Sir on the occasion too.

Mostly during role play. Which isn't a so secret guilty pleasure of his. Hey, he went to acting school he doesn't want to let all that talent go to waste after all.

His favorite dynamic situations to play through are Teacher - Student ones. Their pink little school uniform hugging their chest, arms, and ass just perfectly. Being called "Sir". Having them do whatever he says. So submissive before him. He would have to punish them for talking back or breaking a school rule. Using some pink heart-shaped handcuffs he ended up taking home from the butter concept photoshoots.

Or something spilling onto their uniform making them have to change because that's also against school rules.

Stripping of their tight uniform revealing a matching pink, lacy, and frilly lingerie set beneath.

That's heaven to him.

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Being a big brother when you've never been a big brother (800 follower special)

Synopsis: In which Levi's been dating you for a year and a half and gets the news that Kuchel is pregnant.

Introduction: In this Kuchel is 43. She had Levi as a teenager (17). Female reader and Levi haven't talked a lot about having babies yet. You two live together but haven't discussed it fully but you have told Levi you'd be open to the idea of having children while he was slightly on the fence.

• To say Levi is shocked is a monumentous understatement.

• When he gets the news that his mother was pregnant with his step father's baby he gets quiet.

• Doesn't say much.

• Well what would he say honestly?

• You on the other hand are spewing out baby names and bouncing in your seat while asking his mother about her plans for colors in the nursery.

• It's not surprising that he's distant. He's 26 and he just found out he's gonna be a big brother. He knows next to nothing about children as it is.

• Though eventually he warms to the idea and by warms I mean he becomes as helpful as possible in aiding his pregnant mother around. Buys her anything she wants/needs and goes on all the trips to buy clothes, toys etc for the baby's arrival.

• Even though he's still pretty quiet on his feelings about the whole situation.

"Babe?" You call to him one night as you're both getting ready for bed. He turns his head slightly to look at you. "Are you ok? I know this might take a lot more getting used to."

He sighs placing his tie on the dresser. "How would you feel?"

It's not said maliciously just curiously. Grey eyes fully scoping the lines of your face. "How would I-" You start and then stop, eyebrows raised and cheeks puffed. "Well.. I know you probably don't need to hear awkward."

He blinks turning his attention back to the mirror. "No! I'm sorry, Levi!" You gestured out to him with both hands and he sighs, walking over to you with light thumps on the carpet.

You laid back in bed and he slowly pulled himself over you. His hands on either sides of your shoulders, legs spread on either side of yours and head resting delicately on your chest. "It's gonna be ok. Look the first year of that kid's life is just them needing love and a bottle to suckle. Worry about the first year once they're born and everything else will fall perfectly into place."

Levi snorted against your skin, fingers lightly stroking the arms of your tee shirt. "Perfectly.."

"You know what I mean." You reply, pressing the smallest kiss against the top of his head. "I'll be by your side the entire time."

The only reply you get is a soft exhale. Levi's heart beat softly evens out and with your fingers curling through his gorgeous black hair he slowly falls asleep.

Finding out the baby's gender:

• When Levi finds out he's having a little brother he feels.. pretty much the same though apart of him is kinda sighing in relief at knowing he won't have to protect a little girl from nasty boys.

• You on the other hand are beaming, "Levi, you're gonna have a little brother! Isn't that great. Kuchel were you hoping for another little boy?"

• Kuchel smiles, "I wasn't too concerned with the gender just as long as they were healthy." She admitted "But I wouldn't have minded a girl, just to see what parenting the opposite gender would be like."

• Somehow the conversation of Levi's future baby brother turned into a conversation about you and Levi's possible future child and what you'd want your first kid to be.

• Levi didn't stay long when that started, promptly excusing himself and you found out almost three hours later that he'd taken a walk and ended up at home.

"Levi?" When you walked into your shared house he was laying on the couch with an arm over his face.

He slowly laid his arm out flat next to his body and you walked over to him cupping the hand closest to you.

"I was going to come back but.."

"You didn't?" You gave him a small smile running a finger over his cheek. He went quiet, eyes falling shut.

"Don't.." He sighs, eyebrows twitching on his forehead. "Don't start that thing you do.. you know when you worry about people.."

You scoff, "Well I am worried about you, I've never seen you look like this before."

His eyelids flutter open slightly, grey eyes flashing over to you through the slits. "You've thought about our future kid a lot?"

You blink, mouth hanging open, "I- well I.. wasn't ok I was it was just for Kuchel." You tried to laugh.

Levi's eyebrow raised, "No, you didn't tell me how much you really thought about it beyond our past conversations. You've thought about it more than you admitted so you might as well stop pretending."

He sits up on the couch, hands dangling between his spread legs. "Ok fine you win." You admit with a huff. "But with Kuchel and the baby and the baby shower and all it definitely wasn't the right time to revisit this conversation. I just couldn't help it."

His fingers come up to rest in your hair carding away any loose strands where they are on your face. "Looks like we have to discuss it again." He says

A couple weeks after the baby's actual birth:

• You and Levi had come over only a couple days after the birth of the youngest Ackerman.

• "I named him Chance." Kuchel had remarked, her eyes filled with light as she held one of the smallest things Levi had ever laid eyes on.

• "Chance?" You replied, slowly transferring the baby from her arms to yours.

• "Because he was a Chance baby. It was honestly a little worrisome having him since I'm getting up there you know. More of a risk." She laughed it off.

• You looked to her with a small smile. "He's gorgeous." Your smile only getting brighter as you held the small person in your arms. Watching as he softly sucked his pacifier.

• "Just like his big brother." You added, smirking in Levi's direction.

• "Tch." Was the only thing he could muster as he stared in any direction other than the one where his girlfriend was now holding his newborn brother.

• "Levi, don't you wanna hold him?" Kuchel asked her smile never fading.

• Now he felt himself look up. He looked first at Chance and then to you holding him so tight.

• "Come here." You whispered and like a startled deer Levi slowly surveyed the situation a little more before he was coming closer.

• He inched his way down right in front of you and Kuchel, plopping down on the coffee table. Eyes locked on Chance's currently closed eyelids.

• "Not yet right?" You said to him

• He looked up at you then back to baby Chance.

• "Yeah.. not yet." You confirmed

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• You'd been right about one thing all Chance needed was love and a bottle to suckle..

• It just for whatever reason wasn't allowed to come from Levi.

• He'd hold Chance, he'd cry.

• Kuchel would hand him his sleeping brother while she got his dinner ready. He'd wake up and scream bloody murder.

• And at this point Chance had successfully: Peed on, spit on and thrown up on Levi.

• And all with the same blissfully smug expression.

"Don't get discouraged, Levi." Kuchel said soothingly "He's just not comfortable with you yet." She explained as she rocked Chance in her arms.

"You did talk to him the least while Kuchel was pregnant. Maybe it has something to do with that?" You tried with a shrug.

"All I know is I'm sick of being covered in his different bodily fluids." Levi huffed

"Awwww. Barely a year old and the brothers are fighting already." You giggled, Kuchel quickly joining in on your laughter.

Levi just rolled his eyes. He felt a little pang in his chest as he looked at his sleeping brother. No one else got nearly as much shit from this kid as he did. But it couldn't possibly be a personal attack the kid was less than one year old what could he possibly know about fights with his brother?

You and Levi take one year old Chance to the park:

• It was comfort weather.

• The perfect kind of weather to take Chance to the park on a crisp Saturday when you both were off from work.

• And a part of Levi was sort of glad for this opportunity.

• Kuchel and his step dad had gone out for pizza and here he was with you and his brother.

• It was surprising to Levi how lively Chance was: trying to push the hood of his stroller up and messing with the buckle strapping him in.

• Felt like just yesterday he couldn't hold his own head up.

• "Alright Chance. Come here." You giggled, gently pulling him out of the stroller with Levi's help.

• You guys had a little set up going in the shade under a tree. Blanket, Chance's toys and his sippy cup all sprawled over the space.

• You handed Levi a red donut shaped toy and told him, "Hold it out for Chance, he loves this game."

• "Chance look." You said as Levi held the toy up to a distracted Chance.

• Unsurprisingly the first thing he did was cry.

• "Here let me try." You offered, pulling the toy from Levi's grasp.

• The second you took the toy and held it in front of Chance his smile practically touched his ears and he leaned forward trying to grab it with his hands and then his mouth.

"You're doing great." You praised, pulling Chance onto his legs.

Levi just sighed, "Anything else?"

You pointed to the ball with one finger, still bouncing Chance. "He loves that squeaky thing."

Levi looked in the direction of the small toy, yanking it up off the blanket. He held it up giving it a little squeeze in front of Chance. It drew his attention surprisingly fast and he watched Levi's hand as he squeezed it again.

He was so weirdly enamored by such a normal item it was honestly really cute. A warmth spread through Levi's chest as you smiled at him in his peripherals.

"You want this?" Levi asked, holding it out for Chance.

Your smile stretched over your face as Chance reached for it. Little legs working to get him closer to the ball in Levi's grasp.

"That's it." You cheered softly. "Good job."

It wasn't clear who the compliment was directed towards but Levi was too distracted by Chance's little hands trying desperately to pull the object from his grasp. You still had your hands around Chance to support him as he finally grabbed the ball at a weird angle. The object immediately meeting his mouth.

"Yay, you got it." You said, bouncing Chance lightly. "See now you guys are-"

Chance turned in your grasp, the ball plopping onto the grass with an almost inaudible thud. Unfortunately Levi didn't account for Chance to bend over at the same time as him trying to pick up the ball and his nail came down on Chance's forehead. Not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough for Chance to scream at the top of his lungs as if he'd been stabbed instead.

"Wait no!" You gasped, picking up the ball.

"Shit." Levi sucked his teeth.

"Levi!"

Luckily Chance probably didn't hear either of that thanks to his loud screaming. You tried to give him back the ball only to have it smacked from your grasp. The tiny object tumbling down the hill as you tried and failed to coax Chance down.

Thankfully Levi reacted fast grabbing it before it could roll too far away.

"Is he alright?" Levi tried as you rocked him back and forth.

You giggled, "Yeah, he's a drama queen you know that." It didn't seem to really help though. Levi's features scrunched and his shoulders unnaturally hunched. "Let's take him for a little walk, maybe then he'll calm down."

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It took around thirty minutes of walking and rolling Chance's stroller through the once quiet park for him to finally tucker himself out.

Levi huffed as you and him plopped down on the nearest park bench. You rifled through the bag pushing the hood of Chance's stroller up before placing his blue bucket hat on his head. Which perfectly matched his blue overalls and blue socks.

"Sorry." You finally heard him mutter as you pushed pretty brown locks out of Chance's eyes.

"It's not your fault." You replied "I promise Chance is just being himself he probably would've cried that hard if I or anyone else had scratched him too."

Levi said nothing. Just watched as you pushed the brim of the hat up. With a little click you fastened it to the front of his hat. Chance's soft features in full view. The little froggy on his green shirt moving with every breath he took. But Levi could only watch.

"Hey, look here." Your cheeks were puffed out as you yanked Levi's face toward yours. "He's gonna warm to you." You said with softened features. "You're doing such a good job." You praise.

The edges of Levi's eyebrows slowly relax and he lets his chest flow with air like he hadn't done since he made Chance scream earlier. The corners of his lips lift a little and he sits back as you push the stroller back and forth with one arm.

Before he can even think about it he spills the awe flowing in his eyes, "You'd make a great mom."

When you smile at him it makes his heart sink. You slowly turn your attention back to a sleeping Chance and he moves in a little closer.

"If there's.. some future where I actually have a child. I want you to carry my babies."

Your eyes are blown a bit, mouth agape as you look back at him. "Levi.." You start but are immediately cut off by a soft aww from two passing women.

"He's adorable." One says, staring into the open stroller.

"You guys are the cutest parents." Says the other.

"O-oh.. I.. we're actually just babysitting him." You struggle

"Still he's cute." Says women number two bending down to have the same view as her friend.

"Thank you." You practically choke. Eventually they leave and you run a shaky hand through your surprisingly sweaty hair.

"Levi." You start before he can get the chance. "I want you to be sure. Ok, I mean we went from Chance being a drama queen to you saying you want me to have your kids?"

"I didn't mean to say it here." Levi admitted "I did mean it though. You weren't the only one thinking while Kuchel was pregnant."

You give him a little kiss on the nose, brushing your finger over the tip of his ear. "It would be a huge step. We're not even married."

Levi nods, "Someday.."

"Someday."

Family beach day? Family beach day:

• Mikasa had come cause this was her first time getting to meet Chance.

• There were lots of firsts actually. It was also Chance's first time on the beach.

• Chance instantly loved Mikasa the second she held him.

• Soft laughter and a bright smile flooding his face.

• Kuchel and Levi both spent as much time as possible under the beach umbrella.

• You spread sunscreen on Chance's body while Mikasa distracted him by showing him how to make a sandcastle.

• Cue you also trying to get some pictures for Kuchel to hang on the family wall she had back home only for Chance to turn away every time.

• Which he genuinely thought was the most hilarious thing ever.

• And in all the time you'd known Mikasa you'd never seen her smile so much.

• "Is it.. possible it's Chance?" You asked while Chance threw any and all the sand that could fit in his tiny fists.

• She just playfully rolled her eyes, handing Chance the shovel. Which he didn't know what to do with so he just resorted to shaking it around till it flew from his grasp.

• "That's such an Ackerman response." You chirped reaching for the discarded shovel.

• You were more than a little surprised when Levi's uncle Kenny showed up. Slamming the door of his kidnapper van closed.

• "Woah Kenny came?" You asked Levi as you sat on the edge of his beach chair.

• You, Mikasa and Chance had all decided to take a break from shell collecting to come up and eat lunch.

• Kuchel laughed at your surprise. "He hasn't met Chance yet." She explained

• "Ahh." You replied

• Chance seemed.. confused by Kenny.

• His only response to Kenny holding him being a blank stare.

• Kenny didn't seem to notice though as he yapped on about the time he accidentally put Levi in the washing machine.

• "You what?" Kuchel gasped

• "It wasn't on!" Kenny explained

• "If me and Levi aren't free to babysit please try Mikasa." You whispered to her.

• Chance spent most of his time after that resting in Mikasa's lap while she rubbed his back and hair.

• Cue Kuchel trying to get Levi to help her put a fussy Chance down for a small nap a couple hours later.

• Which unsurprisingly made Chance more fussy.

• Though the second Levi left, Chance drifted off on the towel in their tent.

• Mikasa made Chance a seashell crown 🥺

• It was a little big so it slipped off his head when he turned a certain way but he laughed whenever she'd place it back on his head.

• Mikasa had been a little on the fence about it but you had basically insisted on getting Levi to take Chance to the water.

• Unsurprisingly Mikasa wasn't the only one on the fence.

"He's having fun with you and Mikasa so you should be the ones that take him down there." Levi argued

"Oh come on Levi! It'll be fun."

Mikasa bounced a calm Chance in her arms as he played with the seashell crown she'd made for him. "He hasn't been with his big brother all day because you've been sitting here reading a book." Mikasa tried but it was only successful in getting Levi to suck his teeth.

"You know I don't wanna go anywhere near the water Y/N." He replied

Finally you got bored and peeled the book from Levi's grasp a cold stare greeting you when he looked up. "You can just go into the water for five minutes with Chance, please! Just so I can take a few pictures and he can get a feel of the water and then you can give him back to me and Mikasa and return to your book."

You could see the gears working in Levi's head as he looked over at a happy looking Chance. His red striped shirt covered in sand which Mikasa was happily dusting off. You already knew exactly what he was thinking but you didn't actually have to say anything because he was slowly rising from his chair:

"Mikasa give Chance to Levi." You said, holding your camera out as Levi reached for a distracted Chance.

Mikasa's arm came up to Chance's back, "Shouldn't I carry him to the water?" She tried

You tilted your head, "Mikasa.."

She finally relinquished Chance, handing him over as if she were fearful Levi would drop him. Levi looked down at the small boy in his arms mildly comforted in the fact that he didn't immediately cry, scream or pee on him.

"Come on guys let's get to the water." You called beckoning to them.

"I'm fine to carry him, I've done it before." Levi assured her as Chance looked behind him towards where they were headed.

"I'm not really worried about you." Mikasa replied, looking down at Chance who was now kicking his legs against Levi's sides.

When you'd all arrived near the water Chance was in awe. His bright grey eyes practically blown and his mouth hung open. He nearly dropped the seashell crown in his arms. Luckily Mikasa scooped it up before it fell.

"Look at this Chance." You cooed gesturing to the water. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Chance responded with glee reaching his arms out toward the huge body of water. He bounced up and down, hands out as he grasped onto nothing.

"He loves it!" You chuckled, carding your fingers through his gorgeous brown hair.

"Armin's gonna love him." Mikasa said, rubbing Chance's belly.

"Ok, quick get him over here while the water is calm." You gestured to the flowing sea and Levi placed him down, holding his waist awkwardly.

You lowered the camera in your grasp, "Come on big brother sit with him, make it look like you're really having fun at the beach with him." You gestured and Levi begrudgingly sat.

He looked back over to you and you gestured again to the water coaxing Levi into splashing water on Chance who was currently staring out over the huge body of water in delight.

Unlike Chance who was actually wearing water shorts Levi was not. He'd come to the beach in cargo shorts because he hadn't planned on sitting on anything but a beach chair or a towel. So now that he was wading uncomfortably in barely ankle deep water his shorts probably looked like he'd pissed or shit himself.

Though he still followed your advice, flicking a tiny bit of water in Chance's direction. It worked surprisingly well because Chance's attention immediately caught on to Levi sitting in front of him.

"Good job baby." You cooed as you snapped picture after picture. Meanwhile Mikasa crossed her arms as if she were waiting for Levi to mess up so she could jump in.

Chance's lips curved up slow and before Levi or anyone could react he lifted his legs slamming them down hard. Water flying all over Levi in the process. It made Chance guffaw and he did it again this time with his hands forcing Levi to shield his eyes from the assault.

"Chance stop it that's not nice." You called but Chance continued smacking and splashing every bit of sea water that flowed between his legs onto Levi.

And for someone who'd never played with water he was way too good at understanding how to get the most water with each scoop. Drenching Levi until Mikasa stepped in to stop it.

"Chance, that's not funny." She said, her features cold. "If you can't play nice in the water, you can't play in the water.

That seemed to strike a cord in him. His breath hitching as tears flowed down his little cheeks. He clung to Mikasa and sobbed until she reached up to rub his back.

"Are you ok?" You asked Levi as he spit ocean water. His hair clinging to his face.

"I just wanna take a shower." He admitted, though his jaw was locked as he spoke.

His hoodie was drenched and his shorts had turned dark brown all over. He walked a little bit faster than you and Mikasa as you both made it back to Kuchel and Kenny.

"Oh God what happened?" Kuchel asked immediately grabbing a towel while Kenny laughed.

"Chance happened." You answered for Levi as he dried his head first stripping his wet hoodie off to reveal his bare chest.

Kuchel looked to Chance who was now innocently sucking his thumb, his head laid on Mikasa's chest.

"I guess his first time in the water was interesting." She sighed

"I got some good pictures before things hit the fan. I'll send them to you." You said, showing her the first couple pictures you had pulled up of Levi and Chance sitting in the ocean together.

"Thank you so much Y/N."

Chance's first words:

• Chance had said his first words when he was 6 almost 7 months old.

• And barely anything else since.

• He really was an Ackerman.

• Every now and then he'd say little things: Ball, Mashed Potatoes (cause they're his favorite food) And TV.

• And of course names which he was pretty good at.

• But the only name he refused to say was Levi.

"Alright Chance you remember your big brother's name right?" Kuchel asked, Chance looked up from his block fort. Kuchel pointed to Levi who was calmly drinking tea and surveying the scene. "Levi." She said

Chance blinked then went back to his block fort. "He has to say it eventually right?" You asked Kuchel as you handed Chance another block.

"He's being stubborn and yes he has to." She replied squeezing Chance's waist.

Chance's eyes rolled to the sky as he placed the block you'd given him next to the tower of blocks that he'd already built.

"When did he learn that?" You huffed in surprise.

"Same time he learned the s-word probably." Kuchel sighed when you gasped she laughed a little. "Stupid." She explained still laughing.

"Oh! Oh."

The two of you continued to laugh as Chance rearranged the tower he'd built knocking it over in the process.

"Chance I believe a smart two year old like you can say a name like Levi I mean you got Mikasa down." You say

"He calls her Mika actually." Kuchel replied

You hum and Chance puffs, "Don't wanna."

He finally gets the block tower to look at least slightly how he wanted it seemingly. He slowly leans back like he's trying to get a better view.

"That's amazing Chance." Kuchel applauds with a soft gasp.

"Good job sweetie." You chime in

"It's not bad." Levi says to which Chance is rolling his eyes again.

"What are you gonna call it?" You ask hoping it'll cut the tension you can feel growing.

Chance peers at it then opens his mouth but before he can say anything he looks at Levi who's staring back. And slowly but surely that slow moving grin works its way onto his features.

"Stupid Levi!" He exclaims with a laugh before taking a block and smashing the whole thing in.

"Chance!" Kuchel huffs

"That's one stubborn kid.." You say with a sigh as Kuchel takes Chance to the punishment chair.

Emergency in babysitting (in which Levi gets high but Kuchel needs to drop off Chance because she has an emergency to take care of.):

{This is based off some headcanons I read for Levi when he's high. If I ever manage to find the post again I'll link it here.}

• You'd forgotten how clingy Levi got when he was high.

• He hummed into the fat of your waist as you sat still trying to watch TV on low volume.

• His leg shaking a little every couple minutes.

• Your fingers slowly carding through his head as his eyes stayed shut tight.

• At some point the doorbell rang and you tried to pull yourself out of Levi's grasp thinking he was sleeping.

• "Where are you going?" He almost whined, pulling himself up on his knees and crawling to you.

• "The doorbell baby. I promise I'm coming back." You said giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

• "W- OK.. I'll wait here." He sat on the edge of the bed, kicking his legs a little.

• You can't help how hard you smile, "I'll be back, I promise."

• The second you open the door you're bombarded with words and Levi's step-dad holding his nose.

• "Oh God what happened?" You asked

• "I need someone to watch Chance for a couple hours while we go to the hospital. He fell on one of Chance's toys while he was carrying some boxes and.." She gestured absently, handing Chance over

• "Sure, no problem." You replied "Hope you feel better." You said to Levi's step-dad.

• Kuchel quickly handed you a bag of Chance's stuff before hurrying off with Levi's step-dad.

• You shut the door with a sigh just as Levi came down the stairs, "You said you'd be back." He huffed

• "I'm sorry, listen your step-dad is going to the hospital so we have Chance for the night." You explained

• You honestly couldn't tell what Levi or Chance's faces meant but both boys seemed to be in silent agreement.

• "Are you hungry Chance?" You asked as he sucked his thumb laying his head on your chest.

• "Mashed Potatoes." He nodded

• "Yeah? OK let me get you some."

Levi followed you into the kitchen and watched you as you placed Chance in the high chair you guys had for when he visited.

"I know, you want to sleep off your high baby just give me a few minutes to get Chance fed and asleep." You offered

Levi nodded but he stayed by your side as you grabbed the box with mashed potato mix in it and got to work putting it in a pot with some water and butter.

"You don't want anything else babes? Just mashed potatoes?" You called to the small boy kicking his legs behind you.

He nodded, "mashed potatoes." He repeated with a kick of his legs.

You managed somehow to get the food cooking while Levi clung to you like a puppy. His gaze soft whenever you met his eyes. His hands in your shorts pockets and arms coming up to meet your waist.

"You know Chance, mashed potatoes are more of a side." You explained

Chance shook his head, he glanced over at Levi who was still holding onto you like he was worried you'd fly away or something. Which immediately sparked tears, he shoved at the tray in front of him screaming your name and reaching out for you.

"Ok, ok please don't cry Chance!" You shouted over his crying when you picked him up, he instantly stopped, yanking you closer to press a kiss to the side of your face before snuggling into your shoulder.

"Aww Chance." You patted his back giving him a kiss back on his forehead.

"I want kisses, please." Levi said bouncing on his tippy toes.

You quickly gave him a forehead kiss as well and he calmed down enough to rock against you, "I hope you're still this cute when you're holding my children." He sighs.

(Ok so I reached the post number limit. Might make a P2 of this let's see how this one does first.)

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I've Got Dreams To Remember

Pairing: Incubus Hvitserk/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 8244 (yeah, I don't know what happened either)

Summary: A certain young man keeps showing up in your very x-rated dreams.

Notes: I fully realise that the contents of this might not be for everyone, so I’ll just say that according to some stories Incubi are capable of shapeshifting. A certain aspect of this has been inspired by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie's absolutely brilliant fic, Take Me, so if you've read that you'll know what I'm talking about. And if you haven’t read it, what the hell are you doing? READ IT.

There is another moodboard all the way at the end of this to provide a visual for something that I describe in this so have a look at it at the end.

Tagging: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @vikingstrash @quantumlocked310

He only ever came to you in your dreams.

The dreams were interesting to say the least and he always played a very big part in them. You often wondered what deep and dark recesses of your brain had conjured him up, because you would definitely remember if you had encountered someone like him in real life.

It first started about a month ago. You’d gotten out of a particularly nasty relationship a few months before. You were still trying to navigate your way through this new life that you now had and while your friends were busy with trying to get you back onto the dating scene, you persisted in that regard. You weren’t looking for a new man in your life, but you still had needs. Sure, you had your toys, but they were a somewhat poor substitute when what you really wanted was for someone to grab your ass, lift you up and fuck you up against a wall.

Maybe that was where he had come from. Because that was exactly the scenario that you got the first time that he showed up.

It was a fairly generic one where dreams were concerned. You were in a bar with some people, a wide assortment of people that you knew in real life, when you could feel someone’s eyes on you. You looked up and stared straight into the half shaded face of a young man whose eyes you couldn’t actually make out, but you saw the smile that graced his lips and boy was it hungry. You only glanced away for a second and when you looked back again, he was already gone. You’d resigned yourself to missing your chance, when a hand suddenly grasped your wrist, dragged you outside to a nearby alleyway and gave you exactly what you’d been thinking of during your waking hours.

When you woke up, you had never found yourself feeling so satisfied before. You threw the blankets over your head, rolled over and tried to fall asleep again, but sleep didn’t take you for a second time that morning sadly enough. Later that day, after getting out of the shower and glancing in the mirror before combing your hair, you stared at your reflection in confusion or to be more precise at your bare skin. In your dream, your mystery lover had bitten your shoulder and there, right there on your shoulder, were teeth marks. But that was impossible, right? Maybe the dream had been that intense that it had somehow tricked your body into believing that it had been real? Did things like that even happen?

You didn’t dream of him the next night. Nor the following five nights. Not that you were keeping track or anything. He eventually put in another appearance though. The setting for that dream wasn’t particularly inventive either and you were almost embarrassed that your mind was even coming up with stuff that gave you the impression that they should be storylines in bad porn movies. It was a department store this time and you were looking at underwear. Your fingers continuously ran over the lace trims of various bras and touched the silky panties that came with them.

Again, you felt eyes on you and it was the same young man as from your previous dream. Apparently, dream you was in a frisky mood so you held up various bras in front of your chest, most of which he disapproved of, until you came across a bright red lace number that he seemed to like. When he finally found you in the fitting room shortly after, you were wearing the set that he had wanted to see you in before tearing it off your body and fucking you up against the full length mirror.

That was the first time that you’d gotten a good look at his face. Frankly, you were impressed with what your mind had come up with. He had long dirty blonde hair that he wore in a ponytail and that you longed to see loose. His eyes were green one time and when you looked again they seemed brown. That was one of the parts about him that mystified you. That and the part where you constantly wanted to kiss the tip of his nose and his ears. That was definitely an odd experience to say the least.

He was tall and lithe of build, but with surprising strength in his arms. The way that he would hold you was intense, like he never wanted to let you go. When his shirt came off, you found yourself staring at the intricate tattoo that covered most of his left bicep and part of his chest. It was some kind of Viking design and it looked old, but it was probably meant to look like that. You found yourself tracing it with your finger a number of times, something that seemed to amuse him.

Whenever you woke up, you were annoyed that you had been torn out of this perfect little dream world. The dream world where you were fucked six ways from Sunday. You were so thirsty for this young man that you had created that he was in your nighttime fantasies pretty much every single night now. In your dreams he left you so satisfied that you had no idea why you ever wanted to leave. If only you could stay asleep and feel this bliss forever. What would make them even more amazing was if the fantasies were better. You always swore that you were one dream away from having him come round to your house so he could have a closer look at your plumbing.

“What are you thinking about?”

Rolling over on your side, you looked at the man next to you in the bed. Despite the fact that you had been dreaming about him almost every single night for the past two weeks, you had never actually heard him talk. You’d heard him moan and groan several times, but to hear his lips form actual sentences was a new thing.

“Nothing,” you replied with a smile.

“I can read your thoughts, you know.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, I never told you?” He grinned at you and ran his fingers up and down your bare arm. “Maybe I could have told you if you’d wanted to talk, but you only want me for my body.”

“What? I don’t… I never…” You were flustered and looking for words after being so brutally called out. “It was never like…”

“It’s okay,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t mind. It’s what I do.” Since he saw the obvious confusion on your face, he continued. “I’ve been feeding off you this entire time.”

“Feeding off me? But I never feed you anything.”

“Your orgasms.” A frown creased your brow and he started laughing again before leaning in and pressing his lips against your forehead. “It’s what I need to sustain myself. I can eat other food as well, but it never quite fills me up the way orgasms do.”

“So the reason that you made me come multiple times is…”

“Because it fills me. Not my belly, mind you, but on a deeper level.” He cupped your chin and brushed the tip of his nose against yours. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I suppose a thank you is in order.” His hand slipped down, gently gripping your neck, applying just the slightest bit of pressure, before moving down to it’s destination and plucking at your nipple almost idly. He was gearing you up for another round and you found that you couldn’t actually remember how many times he had made you come already. “Can I thank you with this body that you can’t get enough of?”

“Wait.”

“So now you want to talk?” He continued his ministrations on your chest as if you hadn’t been talking at all. You caught the playful smirk on his lips before he leaned in and started sucking marks on your neck. “What do you want to know?”

“You say you feed off me, but doesn't that mean that you want to eat me?”

“And why would I want to do that? I like to use my mouth for other things,” he said with a low chuckle. You hissed through your teeth when he sank his teeth into your skin suddenly and then licked the spot where he had bitten you. “Would be a waste to eat you anyway.”

“So the reason that you’re able to…”

He pulled away so he could look you in the eye. He grinned as he pushed his hand against your shoulder and he got on top of you as soon as you were laying on your back. “Are you getting shy on me now? After everything that we’ve done?” He nudged your legs apart and you could feel his erection pressing into your thigh. “But yes, that’s why my erections last so long. The aim of the game is not to come myself, but to make sure that you do.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I beat myself off when you wake up. It’s not like I can’t climax myself, but I can make sure that I stay hard for as long as I need to.” You could feel his tip pressing against your entrance, ready to slide in at any second. “It’s a dream. Anything can happen in a dream.”

“Anything?”

“Sure. Wanna see?”

You didn’t know what he had planned, but you nodded anyway. His eyes lit up, his irises practically glowing green right now, and he started grinning, eager to show you what else he could do. He snapped his fingers and all of a sudden you were sitting on a red velvet sofa in what appeared to be some kind of high end bar. Your legs were wide open with him on his knees in front of you, his lips already on the inside of your knee and slowly working his way up.

“So you can change locations?”

“Honey, I can change everything.” You felt his teeth on the inside of your thigh, nipping at your skin playfully, mere inches away from the top of your legs. “Is the setting not to your liking?”

“How did you even come up with this place?”

“Experience?” He briefly looked up at you and shrugged. “I’ve been doing this for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Not telling.” He stuck his tongue out at you and then dipped his head down to lick a stripe from your entrance up to your clit. “I can never get enough of how you taste.” He moaned against your core. He spent most of his time with his face between your legs in your dreams. With what he’d revealed earlier, about how he fed on your orgasms, maybe that was the place where he could taste it the best? “Not really.” You moaned loudly when he spoke, because his voice was adding vibrations to what he was doing. You’d entirely forgotten that he had mentioned that he was able to hear your thoughts. “You just taste real good.”

A single finger slid inside of you, your walls instantly clenching around him, trying to pull him in deeper. When he adds another, you start whimpering and you know that you’re going to come soon. If you could, you’d have him in this position all the time. There had never been anyone in your life who had been this good at eating you out and who was so clearly enjoying himself as well. Your last boyfriend had been a disaster on that front, more often than not he would skip foreplay entirely, but he’d still expect you to suck his dick whenever he felt like it. Figures that you’d only be able to find an enthusiastic lover in your dreams.

Guys like that simply didn’t exist in real life.

You reach down to thread your fingers through his hair. The gesture makes him suck at your clit harder and thrust his fingers in deeper than before. He was practically devouring you at this point, lapping up your juices and making sounds that told you that he hadn’t been lying when he told you that he liked how you tasted. It was almost as if he didn’t want to waste a single drop. You keened out a noise as another orgasm positively engulfed you. You’d push him away and close your thighs if you could, but he had wrapped his arms around your thighs and was using all his strength to keep them wide open. Your muscles were tight as a bowstring, your back arched and pushed you up into a position that would start to hurt if you stayed in it for too long. He was relentless though, ignoring your discomfort and continuing his assault until he had managed to pull yet another climax out of your shuddering body.

When he finally released you, you collapsed onto the sofa, your entire body sticky with sweat. You blinked a few times to stop yourself from seeing stars and when you heard him chuckle, you swatted your hand in his general direction without actually hitting him. It took you a couple of minutes, but you eventually managed to sit upright again when your lungs stopped burning. He was still on his knees in front of you with an incredibly smug impression plastered all over his face. You nudged your foot against his shoulder and he fell backwards dramatically. Your face twisted when you felt the velvet against your sweaty body. It had felt pleasant on your bare skin before, but not anymore.

“I can do something about that,” he said cheerily and snapped his fingers again. When he saw the look on your face when you noticed where you were, he couldn’t hide his amusement. “No good?”

“This is terrible,” you replied with a wide grin. “I mean. Honestly.”

The flashing light underneath you made you laugh. He’d pulled this one from your bad sex fantasies again. A piece of paper slid into the tray on the side. He picked it up, looked at it with a frown before turning the piece of paper over so you could see it.

“I think there’s something wrong with this printer.” He shook his head and pressed a few buttons underneath your leg. “It really needs fixing.”

“Think you can fix it?”

“I can try.” He pushed his hands underneath your ass just as the light flashed again and a few seconds later he showed you the black and white printout of your behind with his fingers shoved in between you and the glass that you were sitting on. “That’s beautiful. Think I might have to frame that.”

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“I think that it’s funny.” He pressed his lips on yours hungrily and you could still taste yourself on his tongue. “I got this from your mind, remember? I really think we might have to work on the state of your fantasies though. They really could be a lot more inventive.”

“Maybe I’m just not very original.”

“You’re just not giving yourself enough credit, sweetheart.”

“Maybe.” You nipped at his lower lip and then pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose which was probably a little too gentle considering all the other stuff that you’d gotten up that night, but you hardly cared anymore. “You can probably come up with something a lot better.”

“I can try, but you’re probably going to be disappointed.”

One snap of his fingers and suddenly you were in the dark. You could also tell that you were alone. The other two times, you could always feel him around you, but not this time. You hugged your arms around your torso, feeling cold for no reason at all. All of a sudden a couple of lights switched on, bathing the room in red light, and you realised that you were standing on a stage. When you glanced at the side, you could see a pole right next to you. You instinctively reached out for it, feeling the cool metal against your palm and you held it as you walked in a circle around it. There were full length mirrors all around you and you briefly looked at your reflection.

The outfit that you wore left little to the imagination which was probably the point when you took the location into account. You were wearing a red triangle bikini top and a black pair of shorts that half your ass was hanging out of. The shoes, the infamous stripper heels naturally, had plastic, see-through straps and the platform heels had a iridescent sparkle to it.

When you had done a turn, your eyes scanned the place and you could see him sitting on a chair right next to the stage, looking up at you expectantly. He obviously wanted a show so why not give him one? Holding onto the pole, you slid down until you were on your knees and then you started skimming your hands up and down your chest. He was completely enraptured and kept reaching down to readjust himself in his trousers. Given how he usually remained rockhard throughout these dreams, the skinny jeans that he was wearing right now were probably incredibly uncomfortable.

You crawled over to where he was sitting. When you had reached the edge, you reached out to grab him by his shirt and pulled him up out of his seat. His eyes widened for a second or two before he composed himself again. He couldn’t resist leaning in when your face came closer to his, but you merely ghosted your lips over his before pushing him back into his chair.

“No touching the stripper,” you chided and then wagged a finger at him. “Or I’ll ask security to kick you out.”

“But you’re allowed to touch me?”

“Are you trying to tell me you’d have me kicked out?”

“No way.” He leaned back in his chair, arm hanging over the back and he started sipping at a cocktail that suddenly materialised in his hand. “Keep going.”

The only problem there was that you had no clue what strippers even did. Sure you’d seen a video, but those women were a lot more athletic than you were. You’d also seen Showgirls once, but that movie probably wasn’t the best example about what to do. The only thing that you had learned from that movie was how not to have sex in a pool and that licking a stripper pole wasn’t particularly sexy, just incredibly unhygienic. You swung your legs over the edge of the stage and put your feet on the arm rests of his chair, practically daring him to touch you. Having caught your intent, he didn’t move and then he had the audacity to feign indifference.

Sliding off the stage, you climbed onto his lap instead and started gyrating your hips against his. You reached up to grab a handful of his hair, pulled his head back and dragged your lips down the column of his throat. When he grabbed your ass, you slapped his cheek with your free hand.

“No touching,” you whispered in his ear. “I’m not telling you again.”

“Damn, baby.” He sounded impressed by how well you were taking control of this new situation. “That is such a fucking turn-on.” You pulled on his hair harder and since your mouth was still close to his ear, you took his earlobe between your teeth and gave it a gentle tug. “Holy shit. You’re a fucking natural.”

“Oh yeah?”

You leaned back so you could look him in the eye. His eyes sparkled with obvious excitement and a deeper, more animalistic need. Like he could grab you at any moment, throw you onto the stage and fuck you right there if you pushed him too far. Very tempting. Reaching to the back of your neck, you pulled at the bow that held the strings of the halterneck together and when it was loosened, they fell down your shoulders. You pushed the cups down until they hung loosely around your chest. The only thing that was keeping the top on was the string that tied together around your back.

His eyes flitted down to your chest and then back up to your face again. You wanted him to touch you, but after telling him off a few times, you weren’t sure if he was going to. So you placed your hand on the back of his head and pressed him against your chest instead. You felt him smile against your skin and then his lips started moving, shifting in the direction of your nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine and you looked up suddenly. You had the odd feeling that there was another set of eyes on you, but that was impossible since the two of you were the only people here. Looking up at the bar, you saw a young man who was leaning against the bar and watching the two of you intently. He was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit, his long hair loose and hanging down over his shoulders. Even in this odd red light, you could tell that his skin was too pale, so white that it was almost translucent and when he grinned at you, you could see that his canines were too long, too pointy. Without realising it yourself, you had frozen entirely and the young man underneath you had sensed it, looking up at you in confusion before following your eyes.

“What the fuck, man!” He suddenly shouted at the other guy, anger flashing behind his eyes. “The hell are you doing here? Fuck off!” The man at the bar shrugged and disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared. “Sorry about that.”

“Who was that?”

“My brother.”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, he’s a dick,” he said with a deep sigh. “Our mother would keep tabs on us when we were kids to make sure that we didn’t get into any trouble. You have any idea how weird it is when your mother enters the dreams where you’re trying to get off with a girl? Fucking embarrasing.” He raised his eyebrows at you when he noticed that you were trying to suppress a laugh and pinched your side. “I don’t know how the fuck it works, but my mother taught the little shit how to do it as well and so he just… I dunno… shows up sometimes like the little creep that he is.”

“Does that mean that he’ll come back?”

“No. He just likes to remind me that he can do it from time to time.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his head against your chest. “But fuck that. I don’t want to talk about my asshole brothers.”

“Brothers?”

“Ah shit. No. Not talking about them.” He pulled at the string on your back, pulled the bikini top from your body and threw it on the stage. “So this particular fantasy is ruined now. Let's start again, shall we?”

“Can’t we salvage it?”

“I’ve got something better.” The look on his face told you that this had the potential to be really good. “Do you trust me?”

“How bad is this going to be?” He tilted his head to the side, that wasn’t the answer that he had wanted to hear. “Yes.”

“I don’t do this a lot so bear with me alright?”

Another snap of the fingers and the strip bar starts to fade away. You were sitting on a bed now and you were wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that looked old. The new location was just as red (he really did seem to like that colour), but it didn’t look that special to you. In fact, it looked like a fairly cheap love motel, one where lovers would retreat to so they could enjoy each other's company for about an hour before going their separate ways again.

You got up from the bed and walked over to a table by the window to look at what was set out on it. There was a big bowl of strawberries and a bottle of ridiculously expensive champagne right next to it. He’d really pulled out all the stops, even in a dream. You were giggling to yourself when the door to the bathroom opened and someone appeared in the doorway. It took you a short moment before you realised who it was, but when it all clicked into place your mouth fell open.

Because leaning against the doorframe was a woman. Her dirty blonde hair was loose and still slightly wet, hinting at the fact that she’d been taking a shower moments earlier. She was wearing a silk bathrobe that was tied together by the waist with a big bow and you could see her hard nipples quite clearly through the thin material. The smirk was damn near unmistakable however. When she approached you, you instantly got the impression that you were her prey, there was just something very predatory in the way that she moved. She came to a standstill right in front of you and her mischievous eyes flashed bright green briefly.

“Feed me,” she said with a grin. You took one of the strawberries from the bowl and when you presented it to her, she held her mouth wide open, ready to be fed. You felt her tongue swipe over your fingers when you fed it to her and then she let out a single moan when she started chewing. A few seconds later you felt a finger against your chin so she could push your mouth shut. “Surprised?”

“Very.” You looked her up and down. The bathrobe barely covered the tops of her thighs and she reached down to play with the hemline, to make sure that your eyes stayed focused on her legs. “I didn’t know you could turn into a woman.”

“It’s a dream,” she stated simply. “Anything’s possible.” She leaned in to you and you closed your eyes, anticipating a kiss, but then her lips brushed against the shell of your ear as she talked. “I don’t do this a lot though. So consider yourself special.”

“All this to make up for your brother interfering?”

“Guess you could say that.” She took your hands and started pulling you along to the bed. When you reached it you thought that she was finally going to kiss you, but then she spun you round and made you sit on the bed instead. She pulled on the bow that held the bathrobe together and brushed it open, revealing herself to you slowly, like one might unveil a priceless painting. “Like what you see?”

Your throat had gone dry and you found that you had lost the ability to form words. He was beautiful when he was a man, but now that he was a woman, his toned torso had given way to soft curves and skin that looked so smooth that you wanted to do nothing else but reach out and touch it. She took a step closer and stood in between your open legs, a sweet smile on her lips as she looked down at you.

“You’re not talking.” There was a slight teasing tone to her voice as she spoke. “That bad?”

“No.” She took your hand and moved it up until it was covering her bare breast. You gave a quick experimental squeeze. “Just surprised. Takes some getting used to.” Your other hand moved up of its own accord so you could cup her other breast as well. “I mean, I’ve never been with another woman before.”

“You can. If you want to.”

While you had only ever been with men, the thought of being with a woman wasn’t something that you weren’t entirely opposed to. Especially not with someone as beautiful and seductive as this. She shrugged out of the robe and dropped it to the floor. The tattoo that was usually on his left arm had changed into something more delicate and feminine, pink cherry blossoms with green leaves and branches in between them that curled up her arm and covered part of her clavicle. You moved your hand up and started tracing them with your fingers, gently caressing her skin, her green eyes following your every move.

When you heard a soft giggle, you looked back at her face and before you could say anything, she’d pushed you back onto the mattress. She was on top of you a split second later and then you finally felt her soft lips on yours. You could still taste the sweet strawberry on her lips and on her tongue when she slipped it into your mouth. Your hands ran down her back, following her spine and then settling on her ass. Whenever you squeezed, she ground her hips down against yours and you were suddenly overcome with the urge to see her on her back with her hair fanned out over the red sheets.

Grabbing her hips, you flipped her over and since she’d just read your thoughts, she reached up and made sure her hair was spread out just the way that you had just imagined it. She started pushing your shirt up and you almost ripped it off in your eagerness to get naked for her, even if she’d seen you like that many times before. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and shoved her hand into your sweatpants roughly. Her fingers started rubbing at your sex, finding you very wet and very willing.

Pulling her hand out, you leaned back and pushed your pants down, kicking your legs to get them off entirely without moving too far away from her. When you were completely naked, her hand settled back at the top of your legs, her movements more hurried and urgent now. With your hands on her breasts, you started licking and nipping at her neck, moaning against her skin when one of her fingers started circling your clit.

“I want to make you come,” you groaned into her ear. “Never made you… fuck… come before.”

“But you give me so many other things,” she purred back. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You skimmed one hand down her stomach and slipped your hand between her legs. “Jesus Christ. You’re so wet.” You were rewarded with a moan when you tried touching her the way you liked to be touched. It was almost as if you were moving on autopilot, like you instinctively knew what to do. “Please.”

She didn’t reply so instead you pulled your hand away from her, making her let out a displeased whine, and you pulled your face away from her neck so she could watch you suck your fingers into your mouth. You twirled your tongue around your fingers, making sure that she could see exactly what you were doing and then moved your hand down again. You pressed them up against her entrance first, teasing her with the slightest bit of pressure and then slipped them inside. She started tilting her hips up against your hand and the way that her face contorted in pleasure really was something that would be etched into your mind forever.

“Can I?” You repeated the question since you still hadn’t gotten an answer. “I really want to.” Pressing your lips down on hers again in a searing kiss, you murmured against her lips. “Please say yes.” You pressed your fingers in as deep as they could go, all the way down to the third knuckle. Since he had seemed to like it quite a bit when you did it earlier, you tangled your fingers in her long hair and gave a forceful tug. She gasped into your mouth and you knew that you had her. “I’ll just keep doing this until you say yes.”

“Fuck.” She shifted underneath you and you reluctantly pulled your lips away from hers. “I love it when you do that.”

“I know.” A triumphant grin formed on your lips and she was so obviously into it that it was hard to drop this act. Dipping your head down, you bit her neck suddenly and she squealed with obvious delight. You decided to thrust your fingers into her harder and she was so wet now that you could hear your digits moving in and out of her. “I want to make you come so bad.”

“You’re pretty good at this,” she moaned breathlessly. “Want to take this a little bit further?”

“How?”

“I’ll give you what you want, but not like this.” She wrapped a hand around your wrist and gently pulled your hand away. She then brought your hand up to her lips and started licking her own juices off your fingers with such fervour that she could have been mistaken for a starving animal. Seeing that was so arousing that you couldn’t stop a moan from escaping from your lips. “I want you to do something else.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Check the drawers.”

You scrambled off of her, probably a little bit too fast, in your eagerness to see what was in there. You were expecting a vibrator, a buttplug even, but you must have pulled a particularly funny face when you saw what was in the drawer instead because she started laughing as soon as she saw your expression. You hooked your fingers in one of the straps and lifted it up, probably looking very much afraid to even touch it. Your eyes were wide as it hung from your fingers and you turned back to fully face her.

“You want me to wear...” You gestured at it with your free hand. “...this?”

“Well, yes, sweetheart.” She got on all fours and crawled over to your side of the bed. “That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“Right.”

“You’re not sure.”

“It’s just… this is very much virgin territory for me.”

“You were doing fine just now.”

“That’s kinda different though, isn’t it?” You looked down at the strap-on that was still dangling from your fingers and she started poking at it playfully. It looked so silly that you couldn’t help but laugh. Truth be told, you were kind of curious about this kind of thing. “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.” She pushed herself up on her knees and hooked her arms around your neck, pressing her entire body flush against you. “So. What do you say?”

“This is definitely one of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had.”

“Yes or no.” She started kissing you, nice and slow, and then sucked your bottom lip into her mouth. Your hands snaked down her back and when she nipped at your lip, you gave her ass a hard slap. “Baby!” She started giggling, her fingernails digging into your shoulder blades when you grabbed her ass and squeezed her roughly. “I love it when you manhandle me.”

“That’s new for me as well.”

“I really am pushing your boundaries, ain’t I?” She pulled away suddenly and got on all fours again, turning her ass in your direction. She wiggled her hips and peered over her shoulder until you slapped her again. “Keep doing that and I’ll climax before you’ve shoved that thing inside of me.”

“Yeah right.” But you slapped her on the other cheek just for good measure. She pushed back until her ass was pressed against your hips and then she started moving backwards and forwards like you were already thrusting into her. “I need some help… with this thing…”

She faced you again in a flash, obviously excited by your willingness to do this. The harness was on you fairly quickly all things considered and then she lowered herself, gave you a quick wink and started sucking the large dildo into her mouth. So that’s what it looked like from that angle. You stroked her hair in very much the same manner like your previous partners had always done with you whenever you went down on them. Come to think of it, you suddenly realised that you had never actually had his cock in your mouth. That probably wasn’t all that weird considering this no climaxing thing that he appeared to have going on, but whenever you’d even attempted to kiss your way down his chest, he always stopped you.

You felt her tap her fingers against your hip and then she released the dildo with a pop. “You’re overthinking this. This isn’t about me. Never was.” Sitting up on her knees again, she stroked the side of your face almost lovingly and you eased into her touch for a few seconds. “Like I said earlier, the aim is to make you come.” She flashed you a big, predatory smile and then continued, “Speaking of. You do this right and afterwards I’ll push myself into you balls deep and fuck you until your fucking alarm goes off. How’s that for a tradeoff?”

“The way that you usually are?”

“Depends on what you want.” Her hand settled on your chest and she twisted one of your nipples between her fingers. “If you want me to wear that strap-on afterwards, I can do that. No problem.”

“You’ll probably be able to tell exactly what I want when I’m done with you.”

“You bet your ass, baby.” She winked at you and then a bottle of lube magically appeared in her hand. “I know that this is a dream, but I still need to use this.”

“Do you have any idea how weird it is when you do that?” She looked at you with her perfect eyebrows raised as she squeezed some liquid into her hand, applied it liberally to the silicone shaft and then the tube disappeared again when she was done. “Magicking things up out of thin air.”

“That’s what you think is weird about all this?” She rubbed her hands between her legs, applying some more lube on her pussy and started pushing her hips up against her hands. “I can change everything about this dream, even my gender, but when I make stuff appear in my hand that’s taking it one step too far?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do.” She turned her back on you and pressed her ass against the sex toy. “Now get it over with and fuck me already.”

“That really wasn’t necessary.” You grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled hard and twisted her head back. She laughed breathlessly and pushed her hips back again. “I’m just going to have to fuck this attitude out of you.”

“Fuck yes! Teach me a lesson.” She was practically purring the words at you. When you pushed her forward roughly, she loudly voiced her delight. You pressed one hand firmly between her shoulder blades, making sure that her face stayed down. Grabbing her hips, you made her raise her ass in the air and then positioned yourself in front of her entrance. “I’ve been such a bad girl.” With one thrust of your hips, you slipped inside of her and she let out a long stretched out moan as you watched the dildo disappear inside of her. “You’re so fucking big.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that sudden admission. For some reason she was playing the part that loads of women seemed to play in porn movies and when you started pumping in and out of her, she wouldn’t stop moaning about how good it felt and how well you were fucking her. This really was something else and whenever you glanced down at how her ass rippled whenever your hips connected with her, you couldn’t help but be completely fascinated with how it looked, practically unable to tear your eyes away from her.

Her noises started increasing and you kept slapping her already reddening ass in between thrusts. Pulling out almost entirely, you pushed back in so hard that her moans were starting to sound muffled. Never once pausing what you were doing on her, you slid one hand down over her hip so you could touch her clit. You ran the other one up her spine, tightened your fingers in her hair and yanked her up, pulling her against your chest.

“I wanna hear you,” you groaned in her ear and she started whimpering instantly. “You gonna come for me now?”

“Almost,” she mewled back. “I’m so close.” You speeded up the motions against her clit and she let out a loud cry, reaching back with one hand to wrap it around the back of your head. You were barely able to move your hips at this odd angle, but she didn’t seem to care from the way that she was bucking up against your hand and panting. When she started whimpering and rubbing her back against your chest, you could feel the muscles in her thighs constricting against your hand. “Fuck.”

A grunt of pleasure was torn from her throat and she arched her back, all her muscles going rigid all at once when her orgasm tore through her. You kept her pulled against you, absolutely delighted that you appeared to have done this right despite being slightly weirded out about it at first. When you released her, she dropped down onto the bed, completely out of breath. You lay down on your side next to her and studied her face closely. Her eyes were squeezed shut and you ran your fingers up and down her jaw as she caught her breath.

“Gimme a sec…”

You saw her swallow hard, her throat no doubt having gone dry. You got up off the bed and giggled when you looked down. Seeing that huge silicone dildo swaying about with every step that you took really looked hilarious. When you reached the table, you were ready to struggle with attempting to open the champagne before noticing that she’d already taken care of that. There were two glasses filled with the sparkly liquid standing right next to it.

When you turned back around, you saw that she was gone and that he was now laying on the bed in her place. You briefly frowned, sad that you hadn’t gotten a chance to say goodbye before realising that they were one and the same person. You heard him laughing from the bed when you walked back with the glass in your hands.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are.” You sat down next to him and waited until he’d pushed himself up into a sitting position before handing him the glass. He emptied the glass in one big sip. “Wanting to say goodbye.”

“I just forgot. Until earlier I thought that you were nothing but a figment of my imagination.”

“Oh no.” He threw the glass across the room and it bounced off the wall before rolling onto the floor. He looked down at your lap and flicked his fingers against the strap-on. “I’m very real.”

“Can you help me get this thing off?”

“Or you could keep it on.” He flashed you a quick and very dirty smile. “I’d let you peg me.”

You almost choked when you tried to imagine what that would look like and blurted out a quick, “One thing at a time please.”

“Spoilsport.” He tapped a finger on the harness and then it was gone. “You’d be pretty good at it, you know. Pull my hair a couple of times and I’m yours to do with as you please.” Before you could reply to that, he put an arm around your waist and pulled you back onto the bed. Moving you onto your back, he knocked all the air out of your lungs when he suddenly got on top of you and pinned your hands up above your head. “But I promised to do something else anyway. So I win anyway.”

He kept true to his word and fucked you with such ferocity afterwards that when you finally woke up the following morning, it was a damn miracle that you were even able to walk at all. And all that just because of a dream. In the many more dreams that followed afterwards, the woman made an appearance on more than one occasion. On some nights you would just get her and other times he would turn into her while he had his mouth on your pussy. You were never entirely sure about how the entire thing even worked. He wasn’t merely something that your horny mind had come up with one night. No, he was indeed very real.

A couple of months into this very odd arrangement, where he would satisfy your every desire while you were asleep, you were at the beach with your friends. They were convinced that you were seeing someone even if you always said that you weren’t. Maybe this little weekend getaway was a ploy to get more information out of you, but how could you possibly tell them that you’d met someone in your dreams? You’d sound like a bloody lunatic.

When the four of you were looking for a spot to spread out your beach towels, you passed two guys. One was sitting underneath a parasol, dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts, making sure that no part of him even got out of the shade that was provided by the large umbrella over his head. He was scowling at another young man with long blonde wavy hair who was sitting next to him, strumming a blue ukulele.

Your small group settled down a couple of feet away from them and stripped down to the bathing suits that you wore underneath your clothes. You were wearing a red triangle bikini, somehow now also favouring the colour since your dreams were constantly bathed in it. Your friends headed down towards the water while you sat down on your towel and started reading the romance novel that you’d brought with you.

After a couple of minutes, you realised that you had completely stopped paying attention to what you were reading but were instead focusing entirely on the young man a couple of feet behind you who had started singing. You instantly recognised the song that he was singing. It was the song that the sirens sang to Odysseus in the Odyssey. You were so hypnotised by the song, that you’d completely forgotten about your surroundings. It wasn’t until something slammed into your upper arm that the spell was broken. Your head whipped to the side and you saw a frisbee laying next to you in the sand.

“My bad!” A voice called out to you and you picked the piece of plastic up to hold it out to whoever was approaching you. “I am so sorry! I should have caught that.”

“No problem. Not like I’m…” As soon as you looked up the words died in your throat and you instead stared at the young man who was now standing next to you with wide eyes. “Wait…”

“Well, this is a surprise.” He dropped down onto his knees next to you in the sand, a huge smile plastered all over his face, and he took the frisbee from your hands. “Definitely wasn’t expecting this.” For some reason, you reached out and poked a finger against his chest. You half expected that your mind was playing some kind of trick on you, as if your finger was going to pass right through him, but it didn’t. “See? Real.”

“Serk!” Another voice called out and he tore his eyes away from yours to look at whoever it was that had called his name. “Stop hitting on girls and toss the frisbee back!”

“I’m done playing!” He threw the frisbee back which the other guy effortlessly caught. “Tell Sigurd to play with you before he drowns someone with his singing.”

“Fine! But you owe me.” He winked at you and turned around to join the other two guys that you had passed when you had just arrived. Your eyes were drawn to his back or to be more specific to the long braid that swung back and forth as he walked away.

“Stop checking out my brother.” You blinked and turned your attention back on him. “You want me to introduce you? I mean, if you’d rather want to spend time with him than me…”

“What? No!” He chuckled when your words came out louder than you intended. “Not funny.” He ran a hand down your arm, mirroring the same thing that he’d often do in your dreams. “He called you Serk. Is that your name?”

“Short for Hvitserk.” He held out his hand to you. “And what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied when you took his hand in yours. He repeated your name with a warm smile. “I erm… this is weird…”

“Is it?” He let your hand go and got to his feet. You panicked slightly, thinking that he might leave, when he suddenly extended his hand to you. “Come on. I wanna buy you a drink.”

“And then what?”

“I dunno,” he said with a shrug when he pulled you up off the ground. “Sit with me. Talk. I know you, but that’s the dream you and now I want to know the real you. That okay?”

“Sure.” He started pulling you along to the beach bars a short distance away. “I’d like that.”

*****

And this moodboard is based on when I described female Hvitserk coming out of the bathroom.

#vikings #vikings au #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk ragnarsson #incubus hvitserk #hvitserk x you #smutty smut smut #mar writes #mar moodboards

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THE LONER KID

Introduction

Meet Shoyo Matsukawa youngest brother of Matsukawa Issei he is deaf mute and was known as a loner kid no one knew why because no one took the time to actually sit with him get to know him if they did they would get to know there is more to him and not what they say

🗣️freak

🗣️Loner

🗣️Weirdo

🗣️Saddo

And shoyo isolates himself from others and anyone that wants to go near him those said people would say don't go near him he is weird and hates people that is far from the truth he pushes people away because he doesn't want to get hurt he has trust issues his brother was brother was worried about him

Chapter 1

That same day at lunch oikawa heard the whispers the jokes and he hated it that was his friends brother they were snickering about so he went to Shoyo and sat with him

R/G🗣 what is oikawa senpai doing he knows no one interacts with that loser right

Kawa ignored her and carried on he sat down Shoyo felt someone’s presence he turned and looked at oikawa and oikawa as speaking to him he saw his lips move so he held up a finger indicating to give him a minute got out a pen and paper and wrote

✍️ sorry oikawa say what were you saying

✍️Oikawa looked at him for a minute before following his actions and wrote I sad sorry for making you jump chibi chan

✍️nah it’s fine

✍️can I ask you a question chibi chan

✍️sure go ahead I will see if I can answer it

✍️why are we writing things down and not talking also why are sitting by yourself and not with your brother don’t you hear what people are saying

✍️ oikawa senpai I can’t hear I am deaf and I am writing things down because I am mute

Chapter 2

Oikawa now realising he sounded and looked like an insensitive arsehole ditched the pen and paper and started to sign Shoyo smiled brightly and signed back you know sign language senpai Oikawa nodded and said my baby sister is deaf so I had to learn to communicate with her after explaining more about his sister then kawa asked have you chose a club yet chibi chan

“Honestly, I was looking at the volleyball club I might not be able to play anymore which sucks”

“Why not if you don't mind me asking”

“I used to play any position I was known as an all-round player but mainly a setter I wasn't all ways deaf I don't know what happened I got in a car accident and suddenly I couldn't hear anything anymore apparently my knee was also busted so I couldn't play anymore otherwise physiotherapy here I come but I want to be around and involved with the sport I love”

Chapter 3

Oikawa was in awe of his dedication he was disappointed he couldn’t play then he had an idea chibi chan I have an idea

*signs* would like to be our manager but also try out and play in practice matches and training camps if we put you in a positions that suits you needs

Shoyo actually loved that idea and he was about to be involved with the sport he loved and even play and truth be told he had a crush for his senpai so for him this was a win-win

People are still whispering and saying things about shoyo but now The volleyball team are quick to jump to his defence and tell them to shut up they don't know him they don't know his story

They don't know what is going on so they can disrespectfully piss off.

Chapter 4

Weeks past Shoyo and oikawa were hanging out a lot oikawa was starting to get a crush on their new manager/player he even caved in to his feelings and confessed by doing a lyric confession (https://witapp.co/story/53251061)

They then went out on their first proper date shoyo talked for the first time it was soft but to Oikawa it was angelic he wanted to hear his voice more shoyo saw his brother as he walked into the gym hello Onii chan masukawa stood there mouth open for a few minutes before saying you spoke” “Nah really never noticed Oikawa giggled” “ hello my baby sunshine” he said kissing him “ hey Tooru” “ Oikawa what have you done to my baby brother” “ besides loving him I helped him find his confidence he has been learning to lip read so we don't have to keep signing to him” shoyo smiled proudly and he is talking with his angelic voice a bully just had to put an end to their good fun

Bully: what are you doing at this table freak have some respect

Oikawa had had enough

Kawa: that is it I am fed up if you and your little friends picking on my boyfriend you don’t know what is wrong with him you don’t know his story so shut the fuck up

Sho: Tooru love stop now

he signed and said at the same time the bully saw this…..

Chapter 5

Matsu: what didn’t know my brother was deaf he was mute you didn’t take the time to maybe learn his story to understand why he pushes people away the only one he let in was Kawa and its Thanks to kawa he is now beginning to find his voice

The head bully he looked at his friends who looked worried then he looked back down not knowing any of this and said “I didn’t know he was you brother senpai let alone dating oikawa senpai I also didn’t know he was deaf and mute we fucked up I am sorry he bowed”

“You know I have good mind to tell the principal aka our uncle you have been bullying and hurting his favourite nephew and have you all expelled” “please senpai don’t” “give us all one good reason why we shouldn’t” the bullies had nothing and matsu said right Kawa stay with my brother Kyo bring these foul loathsome roaches with us” “hai now walk” the bullies scared of mad dog walk to the principal’s office matsu knocked and then said Uncle Keishin” “come in son what can I do for you” “we just rounded up all that have been bulling your favourite nephew Kyo if you and Iwa may bring them in”

the bullies came in heads bowed “so your the ones that think it’s a fucking riot not only bully my nephew but to bully someone that deaf mute” “we didn’t know sir” “can it you speak when my uncle gives you permission also he isn’t the first disabled kid I’ve seen you lot bully” “ is that so it just makes it worse for you because his family but tell my Issei whose the other kid” “Kozume Kenma wheel chair bound after car crash that resulted in the death of his parents both CEO’s of the biggest gaming company in Japan Bizarre Inc he now lives with his boyfriend Kuroo Tetsurou ”

Chapter 6

“Oh shit we fucked up” “yes you did these are the letter I prepared have fun giving them to your parents” “ oh now nephew no need for letters I’ve called there parents in” “and we are dead” “also if you want the ringleader it’s the one Iwa is holding Iwa said he want to give him a taste of his own medicine but Sho stopped him” “yeah damn that kid is to pure and kind hearted” “ oh love you say that like it’s a bad thing” “it can be a bad thing he will let people take advantage of his good nature” “well isn’t it a good thing he has the Seijoh 4 looking out for him as well as his boyfriend the students learnt from that day not to mess with Seijoh4’s sunshine unless they want to find their lives ruined in a really humiliating way Shoyo was being to like school again and was beginning to open up more and communicate More maybe not well with others out side the volleyball club yet but result was he was speak to twins the miya twins they are from a whole another school he was beginning to get a network of other players from other school almost starting a harem up and he stopped being the loner Kid

Chapter 7

Time skip everyone has graduated oikawa is planning to propose to Shoyo today so he wanted everything to be just perfect so he made up a rose petel bath

Made Shoyo his favourite breakfast and left him a note where could find it as so as he woke up then he went to start the little suprise at sunset hill which like the name suggests is where couples got to watch the sunset after making bento boxes and taking them to the car he went to set up with the help of the seijoh4

Shoyo woke up he looked around and found a peice of paper Kawa’s note

Hey my sunshine I have made you a rose petel bath and your favourite breakfast when you up and ready can you join me at sunset hill please my love

Love you from Tooru

Shoyo got up and ran to the bathroom there was the bath he stripped and got in and instantly felt relaxed Shoyo began to think this man spoils me to much not that I’m complaining but he must know his love is enough he kept on thinking that he started to full asleep again only to be woken up by his phone and him noticing he was still in the bath

He got out and anwser the phone

📱 hello

📱 oh little brother thank god I’ve been trying to call you I thought something was wrong

📱 nope just fell asleep in the bath tooru made me it was so relaxing oh shit I forgot to eat

📱 again Shoyo really

📱 hey I was asleep in the bath I lost track of time

📱 fine fine I’ll let you off after you have eaten get to sunset hill

📱 i will bye Onii Chan

Chapter 8

Matsunjuat hung after talking to shoyo he then said” unbelievable”

Prompting Kawa to walk over to him and ask “What’s up Issei is my sunshine okay”

“His fine Kawa the idiot fell asleep in the bath you made him”

“Oops I may have overdone it on the lavender oil and rose petals”

“ no wonder he felt relaxed he lost track of time and forgot to again you spoil my brother you know that”

“I know but his worth it just to see him smile it’s worth it and hey if you’re worried about his eating behaviour consider it as something else we have to work on like we worked on him being mute now look his talking we worked on him lip reading so we don’t have to sign all the time or he can combine the two this is just another little hurdle for Shoyo to jump over and over come”

“Who are you and where is my moron childhood best friend” Iwa asked

Back with Shoyo he was busy think what to wear

He then grabbed a jacket and his phone and left the house to got to sunset hill

When he finally arrived the site that greater him was kawa

Kawa ran over to him and kissed him “you look cute as always” “thanks you look handsome why was I summoned here by my brother actually he rudely demanded I came I asked you too remember I put it in that note you did hang on he grabbed the note and re-read it properly this time

Hey my sunshine I have made you a rose petel bath and your favourite breakfast when you up and ready can you join me at sunset hill please my love

Love you from Tooru

“See it says join me at sunset hill” “ I’m sorry tooru love so what did you need me for” “well I made us dinner we are going to do what the name suggests and I have a surprise”

So they did and as it came to the stars coming out Oikawa thought now is perfect he got down on one knee and said “matsunkawa Shoyo will you do me the honour of being Oikawa Shoyo and marry me” “ OMG YES A MILLION TIMES YES” everyone clapped the happy couple and Shoyo know this was the start of something new and he couldn’t wait for it he was getting to say so long to the Loser kid he use to be and hello Oikawa Shoyo Not just a deaf mute kid but now with a family and a husband that helps him through his struggles”

Chapter 9

So that is how me and mommy got together kids

Kaito: I can’t believe people use to bully Mom the disrespect

Hara: right Nii chan is right mom is too perfect for this world m

Kawa: and so are you guys now sleep

The twins: night daddy

Kawa: night babies

Sho: was you telling them our story

Kawa: yes princess our story is cute after all

Sho: true well I hope you exaggerated it to make it kid friendly Tooru

Kawa:yes maybe not all of it

Sho: Tooru!!

The end

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