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Smutty Kol mikaelson headcanons?
mmm smutty kol… i need to get back into the swing of writing for him!
okay. i have so many WIPs where he's more dominant, but have only posted one smut of him and he's submissive in that one. that being said, i can see him going both ways.
also, in general, idk why i started doing my hcs like this, but i can switch them back to the other format if preferred
tw: cnc / dub / non section; minor noncon mentioned
he's definitely experienced & mostly dominant
he's been alive since the dawn of time
he's an original vampire & whether or not he reveals that status, he will embody it by being the more dominant one in the relationship / situationship
and as charming & flirtatious as he is, it's safe to say he's got a lot of experience under his belt (HA - accidental pun)
that is to say, though, he's probably never been super serious about any of his flings
until, ofc, he meets the one that he absolutely falls for, and none of those hookups matter + he's lost interest in anyone else
1920s - little subsection for if you met him in this decade
okay so i read about this thing that happened in the 1920s called "petting parties," where PDA and sex weren't really acceptable, so people would have these orgy-type things centered around heavy petting and i can see that as SUCH a kol thing
i was actually going to write something based on that idea but need to do more research on it first
but kol would be so engaged with something scandalous (for the time) like that
he'd have girls worshipping him for the way he touches them; for the feel of his fingertips against their skin; the way he undresses them with his eyes, both parties wishing they could strip themselves of the last layer of separating fabric
he'd get into so much trouble in the 20s for this kind of stuff
flirting with other men's women, making crude hand gestures under tables to turn them on
he knows how to lay on the charm and fit in with the 20s, but he has the sexual appetite and style of a modern man
ofc, those words being nothing negative, but instead just him knowing how to be rough and how to please
modern day
likes the vulgarity & speed of modern sex
likes that he can strip a girl of her clothes and pin her to the wall and she welcomes it
likes that there aren't a thousand eyes watching his every move; likes the freedom & lack of rules nowadays
he wasn't around for the sexual revolution of the 80s (thanks, klaus 😞), but he would've relished it
all the young women looking to finally express themselves sexually; him giving them the best first experience he could deliver
despite all that, though, he loves the tender, loving sex of being with someone he knows, once in a while
he appreciates it more once he gets into a stable relationship, but sometimes his menial hook-ups were on the gentle side, too
modern day in an established relationship
rougher by nature, but can certainly be sweet, and often is
slow & passionate, kissing all over - forehead, neck, down your stomach, chest
roughness or gentleness depends on his mood
depends on your mood, too, because he cares & won't ever push you into something
respects boundaries if you say no
he maybe wasn't always like that, but when he started running with witches, he learned a specific respect & appreciation for others, especially women & those he'd sleep with
so, when he wants to have a long-term relationship with you, he really puts in the effort to be the best he can be
he wants you to know he loves you and shows it
kinks
so i read a fic about this, and i can see it fitting him 100% - some kind of predator / prey; hunting / hunted type dynamic, where he stalks & hunts you & then when he finally catches you off guard, fucks the daylights outta you up against a tree
very much a kol thing
throw a knife in the mix, too
you're pinned to a tree with a knife at your throat and his fingers are underneath your clothes, pleasuring you out of sight
bonus points if it's at night. or, if he hunted you all day and finally caught you at night. by now, he's extremely hungry
speaking of hunger, let's not forget about feeding
he definitely fed on most of the girls he railed in one night stands, but if it were a person he loved, he wouldn't feed until he knew he had enough control to not hurt them
the most intimate situation he can imagine is slow, passionate sex with blood sharing at the end
him drinking from you, then healing you back with his blood, or a mutual feeding if you're a vampire, too
first time with him with someone who just turned, he'd be very gentle, knowing how difficult the transition is
giving into every single need, including offering his own vein when the blackness starts to form under your eyes
i'm not sure kol would be into exhibitionism, but pda and public flirting, certainly
flirting across the bar at the grill, beckoning you closer with his eyes, then (mostly tasteful) jokes once you sit next to him
even when you're dating, flirts like you're strangers and he's still trying for your attention, just for the thrill
though places that are kinda hidden but kinda public, he loves to take you into those for a quick time ;)
bathroom stalls, dressing rooms, janitor closets, the whole lot
also... shower sex
he'd think it'd be a great idea even if you're skeptical
but you agree & it's ofc, a disaster, bc it never actually works out like it does in tv
but you make it fun anyway & he has a very strong hand on you to keep you from slipping
now, klaus' room, i think, he'd love to take you in there as a "fuck you" to his brother after a fight
an orgy type of guy, i think, as long as you're consenting of it
and then gives you all his love & attention afterwards when you get jealous of one person in particular
makes up with gifts & a very long night in the bedroom, with lots of aftercare
witch!kol would 100% tease you in public
it's over for you once he discovers vibrating panties
sometimes gets turned on by you at the worst possible times
you stand up to him against one of his brothers? yes
you fight off an enemy all by yourself? yes
even if you're joking around and fit a whole doughnut in your mouth or something, he's dtf
and his response to your shock is always along the lines of, "i can't control it!"
if he's in a submissive mood
is submissive at times, and some times, needs you to be more dominant
especially when esther is around
i can see kol having mommy issues & needing that reassurance
but it would take a certain level of trust for him to be comfortable telling you that
at first, you were surprised at how submissive he got, but then you were happy to provide what he needed
he's very appreciative of your comfort & lack of judgement when he gets in that type of headspace & makes sure to shower you in thanks & kisses when he "wakes up" from it
tw: cnc / dub / non
can't see him being into this, especially in a relationship
except for the desire to hunt you, i don't think he'd be into it straight up
as previously mentioned, pre-witch hanging-out, he might've had a few incidents that were a little questionable, but he's straightened out & learns that those incidents were wrong & does not repeat them
his biggest offense in one of those situations was probably nonconsensual blood drinking that turned him on
was still kind of a baby, psycho vampire when it happened, & he probably still regrets it to this day
dubcon, though, where you're both drunk after a night of bar flirting, he's into
like, if you were used as a distraction for him when caroline was used to distract klaus
you're both drinking way too much and one thing leads to another and then you find yourself in the mikaelson mansion in the morning like 🤷‍♂️
he makes sure you don't regret it, though, and you don't
calms his worried little not-beating heart
somnophilia, given explicit consent beforehand, he would like
the prospect of you waking up full of him, or with him delivering pleasure via tongue or fingers
you wake up and the first thing you feel is pleasure brought on by him - he loves that concept
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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years
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The pussy eating fic was 😵😵😵 I was killed, buried, revived and killed again
I think my new kink is Dick Grayson being "Here Touch My Sweater It's Made From Boyfriend Material" in the streets, and then being mean and teasing in the sheets 🥴
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Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F)Reader Words - 3.2k Warnings - SMUT 18+ -  Graphic Sexual Content -  Unprotected Sex - Multiple Orgasms - Mean!Dick -  Begging/Teasing - Marking - Crying - Degradation - Swearing - Creampie - Breeding!Kink - Fingering - Praise!Kink - Casual Dominance - Fluff. Notes -  oh Oh OH. I can’t deal with this. Just?? The thought of him being all soft and sweet with you when you’re in public, or around friends and family. Then absolutely switching into a goddamn meanie when you’re home and he has you all to himself. Hurhurhg Mean!Dick has me in a chokehold, I didn’t think it would fuck me up this much but uhhh, here I am.
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Gotham’s weather can be described in one of two ways; raining, or about to rain.
Existing in a microclimate of its own making you’re almost certain that in the years that you’ve lived here, you can count the times you’ve seen the sun on one hand. Suddenly–amusingly–the fatigue and low mood finally makes sense.
Limited sunlight and nearly perpetual rain equals low vitamin D.
You decide then and there that maybe, just maybe you should start adding supplements to your diet, or at least changing it up to give you what you’re missing.
Gotham is funny, although you think that thought stays within the city limits.
After all, not everyone has the same sense of humour.
Frigid wind lashes through the streets and you press your teeth together, trying to starve off the urge to start shivering. Dark clouds roll in over the already grey horizon and your eyes catch the edge of the thin cardigan covering your shoulders. You almost want to smack yourself over the head.
Beside you Dick glances over, fingers briefly tightening around your own. Without a word he shrugs off his jacket, letting go of your hand to remove his arm from the sleeve and throw it over your shoulders.
Tucking your arms through the sleeves he gives you a soft smile and zips it up, making sure to settle the zipper just under your chin.
Staring at him your gaze melts, a gentle sort of warmth weaving through your chest.
“Thanks.” You say, tucking yourself into his side.
Humming quietly his arm settles across the backs of your shoulders, steering you through the streets and protecting you from the blistering chill sweeping through the city. Tugging you into the entrance of a coffee shop he pulls open the door, gesturing for you to walk through first before he follows.
You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it, get used to the quick, soft swell of your heart, the heavy thud of your pulse when he does something like that. Can’t quite get used to how he puts you first, holds open doors, gives you his jacket when it’s cold, meets you at the end of a tough shift just to walk home with you.
Dick Grayson is attentive, thoughtful, fucking perfect.
“Go sit down, baby.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll get the drinks and come find you.”
Weaving between the various tables you find one at the back, against the wall and overlooking the entire store. Settling into the chair with your back facing the shop you leave the one opposite for Dick, knowing he likes to be in a position to see everything going on around him.
Pulling out your phone you check through your emails, sighing tiredly when you see one from your boss asking once again for overtime. Locking the screen you place the device face down on the table, refusing to look at the email any longer.
A shadow passes over your shoulder and you spin to the side, throw a cautious glance around the shop before focusing your attention on Dick. Sliding your drink onto the table in front of you he slips silently into the chair opposite.
Cupping your hands around the cup you use the warmth to regain feeling in your fingers.
Across from you Dick surveys the shop, sharp eyes darting from one person to the next, accessing and categorizing potential threats. You know he does it reflectively, doesn’t even know he’s doing it half of the time, but some part of your heart pangs for him.
You wonder if he ever gets tired of it; always searching for a threat that might not ever be there.
Glancing back at your phone you tap your foot under the table, a relentless rhythm trying to dispel some of the restless energy swinging through your veins. Your boss asking for overtime isn’t anything new, crops up at least once every few weeks. More often than not you agree, far too worried of losing your job or becoming a potential target for some of the worse duties out of retaliation.
Mentally, you run through your shifts, processing your hours and sliding the overtime into place. Under the table your foot keeps tapping, drinks shaking on the tabletop. Biting at your bottom lip you try to figure out the best way to tell Dick you’re going to be working again this weekend.
Eyes settle on your face and you look up, catching Dick’s gaze seconds before he clamps both feet around your ankle and stops your foot.
He says one word, stern and uncompromising, “No.”
Your eyes widen, “Huh?”
“Overtime,” He clarifies, “You’ve worked the past three weekends in a row, you’re not working again this weekend.” You open your mouth to protest, to tell him that it’s not like you have much of a choice. “I said no. Baby, you’re exhausted, you need some proper sleep, not just a few hours here and there.”
A scowl twists your mouth, “You’re not allowed to lecture me on bad sleeping patterns.” Dick raises an eyebrow in silent challenge and something hot kicks awake in your gut. “He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t need help. Besides, I get paid for it and god knows I need the extra cash.”
Remaining silent for a beat Dick darts his eyes over your face.
“You’re a terrible liar.” Grabbing your hand across the table he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “You keep agreeing to it because you’re worried he’ll fire you otherwise. Tell him no, and if he starts giving you trouble, I'll deal with it.”
The tension twisting over your shoulders loosens a fraction.
“Tell him now.” Dick says, eyeing your phone. “You won’t do it otherwise.”
Tugging your hand out of his hold you pick up your phone, fingers tapping over the screen to formulate a somewhat professional response. Across from you Dick takes a sip of his drink, eyes quickly leaving your face to rove over the shop once again. Sending the email you put your phone back down on the table.
“Can I have my foot back now?” You ask, grinning slightly.
Releasing your ankle Dick shuffles in his chair, settling into a more comfortable position, not once moving his attention away from what is happening around him. He rests one hand on the table absentmindedly, palm facing up. Tracing your finger over the lines of his palm you watch his fingers twitch in response.
Walking the pads of your fingers over his palm and towards his wrist you settle at his pulse point, pressing gently to feel the steady thud of his heart. Smoothing over the vein you hook your little fingers together and take a sip of your drink.
On the table your phone vibrates.
Dread quickly coils in your stomach, the warmth you’ve managed to stoke inside yourself disappearing instantly. Looking up you lock eyes with Dick and he grabs your phone before you have a chance to. Watching intently for his reaction you grumble quietly in aggravation when he doesn’t let his emotions show on his face.
Damn him and his training.
Nudging his foot under the table you bite at your lip, “I’m fired aren’t I?” Dick’s eyes dart over the screen and you see a flash of something rageful ignite behind his pretty blue eyes. Tugging at his sleeve you quietly run through your options, start mentally updating your resume. A tired sigh works up your throat, “I’ll start looking for another job in the morning.”
“You’re not fired.” He finally mutters, handing over your phone so you can read through your boss's response. “He said you either come in over the weekend or he’ll have no choice but to file a NCR.”
Growling under your breath you feel tears burn behind your eyes. Opposite you Dick pulls out his phone, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Great. Just fucking great.” Putting your phone down you run your hand through your hair, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Under the table, your foot starts bouncing again. “Should’ve known he’d pull that card. I’ve been there almost three years and not once had a problem. The second I say no he’s threatening me with non-conformance.”
“Stop bouncing your leg.” Dick orders, still tapping on his phone.
Lost in the swirl of your own thoughts his voice doesn’t register, too caught up in the thought of losing your job, or murdering your boss. For a split second you think of just giving in and agreeing to work through the weekend, you’d rather do that than have an NCR on your record.
“I said,” Dick growls, clamping his feet around your ankle again. “Stop bouncing your leg.”
Snapping your head up, your eyes lock. There's something hard and dominating in his voice and you react on a base level, almost like a reflex. Relaxing your foot you exhale through your teeth, frustrated and halfway to exhausted.
Darting your gaze away you rub your eyes, “Sorry.”
Dick sighs, calling your name gently, “I’ve got you, okay? I’ll sort this out.”
Nodding silently you pick up your drink–now almost cold–and take a long sip. Glancing out of the window, you slide your eyes up and down the street, watching as the wind blows everything in its path. You start to dread the walk home already, darkness creeping in over the endless horizon.
Warm fingers trail over your hand and your mouth quirks up at the edges when your skin tingles in response. Keeping your attention on the world outside you miss the way Dick looks at you, all soft and warm, committing the sight of you to memory.
“Y’almost done?” He asks, slipping his fingers under the sleeve of his jacket in search of more skin.
Shuddering under his gentle touch you glance his way, “Yeah, almost.”
Dick smiles, your heart skips, and not for the first time you think about how much he means to you, think about how much you love him.
**
Dick is disgusting with it.
Drags you over his cock like you’re nothing more than a toy, nothing more than a tight, wet hole to shove himself into. He catches his fat, leaking tip at your entrance, stretches your flushed hole open around the head of his cock but gives you no more, not even when you beg for it.
“Please,” You sulk, muscles trembling. “Dick please!”
You’re spread open on his lap. Dick mouths at your neck, sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin there and bites hard enough to make you hiss. He licks over the indent of his teeth, bites again, and when you whine, fidget on his lap, Dick grabs your jaw to hold you still.
“Stop moving.” He says, letting the length of his throbbing cock press against your slit. “If I want to mark you up, I expect you to be a very good girl and let me.”
You groan, pussy aching and drooling against the underside of his cock, “Dick–baby, please.”
Forcing your head to the side, Dick sucks a mark into your skin. The flesh burns as your blood blooms under the surface, the mark surrounded by perfect indents of his teeth. Flexing your hips you try to grind yourself on his length, try to rub your clit over the thick, pulsing vein running up his shaft.
“You’re pathetic. You can’t even listen to a simple request, can you?” Dick anchors one hand on your hip, presses hard enough to almost leave a bruise. It stops you moving immediately, has tears of frustration pricking at your eyes. “I told you to stay still, and what do you do? Grind your greedy little pussy on my cock like a whore.”
A whine catches in your throat, nails digging into his broad shoulders.
“You could come from that if I let you, couldn’t you? Could rub your aching clit on my cock and come like the desperate little slut you are.” He sneers, voice horribly wicked. Dick stuffs two fingers in your mouth, presses down on your tongue so you drool from the corners of your mouth. “You’re so fucking easy.”
Drooling over his hand Dick smirks when your spit dribbles between your breasts. Releasing your hip he swipes his fingers through your drool and smears it over your nipples. Arching your back you try to push yourself into his hands, try to silently signal for more stimulation.
He doesn’t give it to you.
Instead, Dick strokes himself between your thighs, taps the wet head of his cock against your clit until you’re moaning. His smile is lethal, makes you want to shrink in on yourself, makes you want to kiss him because only Dick Grayson can make being mean so goddamn hot.
“Beg.” He grins, pressing down harder on your tongue so that every word you say is a slur of vowels and spit. “If you beg nicely for me, I'll give you what you want.”
You try but every word you say is a garbled mess, unintelligible, barely stringing together into something comprehensible. Dick laughs, his eyes are dark and glittering and attentive. He watches you with something akin to glee, high on the complete control he has over you.
“What’s that baby?” He mocks, leaning in to hear you better–like he’s really trying to understand what you’re saying. “Want me to fuck you?” Nodding your head you flush white hot all over when you feel your arousal roll down Dick’s balls, wetness smearing over the inside of his thighs. “I don’t know, princess. I can’t hear you very well.”
Tears fill your eyes and Dick’s face blurs. You whimper, roll your hips and try to speak, but he keeps your tongue pinned to the bottom of your mouth. He keeps tapping at your clit with the fat head of his cock and you feel yourself twitch and pulse each time he touches you.
You’re so close. You could come from the rhythmic tap of his cock against your swollen, straining clit.
“Are you even trying?” He questions. Tears stream down your face and you sob. Dick leans forwards to kiss them away, ignoring the desperate grind of your hips. “There you go. You’re so pretty when you cry for me.”
Finally removing his fingers from your mouth he wipes the spit covered digits over your nipples. Pinching at the stiffened peaks you gasp, a soft moan balancing on your tongue. Taking one into his mouth he bites at your nipple, drags his teeth over it then soothes the slight sting with a firm lick.
Trembling from head to toe you feel your thoughts go fuzzy, you feel weightless.
“That’s it. Let go.” Dick whispers. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Shifting you around on his thighs, Dick finally, finally, pushes his cock into your pussy. Your walls stretch around him, sucking him into the wet heat of your cunt. Dick moans, tucks his head into the crook of your neck and bites down, hard.
“Oh fuck!” You cry, tears still staining your cheeks. “I’m–I’m gonna—”
Bucking violently you shout, and to your horror, you come. Right there, right then. He’s been inside you for all of a few seconds and you come, pussy squeezing at his cock, clit twitching and pulsing as you orgasm.
“Wow. You really are easy.” Dick grunts, unable to move with how tightly you’re clamped around him. “Can’t believe that’s all it took for me to make you come, baby. I just shove my cock into your weeping little cunt and you come for me, don’t even need to fuck you.”
“Dick.” You gasp, raking your nails over his shoulders. “Fuck! Please, I can’t–hng–please.”
Thrusting up into your pussy, Dick forces your clenching walls to yield. He shoves himself balls deep then flips you over, twists your body until you're underneath him, splayed out and writhing. Wedging your thighs open around his hips he grabs your hands and pins them over your head.
“M’gonna fuck you now.” He says, staring down at you. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
His pace is punishing. You can’t string a reasonable thought together, soft little noises escape your mouth with each powerful thrust of his hips. His balls smack against your ass and you mewl, try to dislodge his grip so you have something to hold on to.
He doesn’t let you.
Just tightens his grip and clucks his tongue, disappointed, “No, baby. Take it. C’mon, you can take it can’t you?”
Arching your back you shudder, mouth parted, “Uh-huh, I can take it.” You gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Dick grinds his cock into you, nudges at your sensitive clit with barely there pressure.
“Gonna fill you up. Want my come dripping out of your pretty pussy.”
“Oh–oh please!” You think you could reach out and touch the edge of time, could swallow the whole fucking world whole. “Dick, please! Come in me, baby. Please come inside me.”
Slamming into you, Dick groans, long and low and so goddamn pretty your head spins. You feel him twitch inside you, then seconds later you feel his come flooding your pussy and leaking out around the sides of his cock.
Holding both of your hands in one palm he uses his free hand to rub at your clit. The stimulation has you sobbing, sensitive and ready to claw out of your own skin. Dick shushes you when you cry out, kisses you hard, mean, licks into your mouth and swallows every noise like he’s hungry for it.
You come again and Dick groans into your mouth then pulls back, a thin string of spit connecting you.
Shuffling off you, his cock slips out and the emptiness feels endless, feels like you’re missing something important. Getting face to face with your pussy Dick moans when he watches your hole twitch and leak a mixture of yours and his come.
Gathering his release on his fingers Dick pushes his come back into your cunt, fingers it back inside you, “Fucking hell,” He groans, biting at your inner thigh. “Y’look so good with my come dripping out of you.”
“Love it when you come in me, baby.” You admit, breathless.
“Careful.” Dick warns. “You’re gonna get me hard again.”
The smile on your face is coy, “Good.”
**
It’s touching four in the morning when your phone buzzes.
Rolling over with a garbled groan you swing wildly and embarrassingly uncoordinated for the device. Flicking through the notifications glaring over the screen you pull up short when you read the beginnings of an email from someone who isn’t your boss.
Suddenly awake and balancing clumsily between fury and fear you unlock your phone to read through its entirety. Getting to the bottom of the email your mouth hooks up at the corners.
‘From this point onwards you will no longer be asked or required to work overtime, and effective immediately you will be working under a new manager.’
Dick Grayson you little bastard.
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emssturniolo · 6 months
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hi emms! would you be able to write about matt and a reader who’s never been in a relationship & just hesitant on engaging/ initiating things (physical touch, cuddling, kisses, hugs) and after a sweet moment or gesture she realizes how loved he makes her feel and is patient with her 🩷
getting comfy :)
pairing: matthew sturniolo x reader
summary: request
a/n: this is my first ever writing ! i didn't plan on ever writing fan fics, but since i got requests i kinda got in the mood to !!!! i also kind of switched the roles a bit from the request, hope that's alright !!! so yeah :) happy reading ! <3
you and matt hadn't been in previous relationships. ever since the two of you had become a tad bit closer than just friends, which was just about two weeks after you met, hugs and small gestures like a hand on the shoulder weren’t foreign.
as you sat on the couch in the boys’ LA place staring blankly at the television, which wasn’t even on, you caught yourself thinking how all the small touches and gestures had practically disappeared ever since you and matt started dating. being the overthinker you are, you started wondering whether matt had only led you to believe that he was interested in you - though you knew he was not that type of person, the thoughts flooding you head seemed more realistic at that moment. your eyes started to water at the overwhelming amount of thoughts running through your head – but you were quickly cut out of your train of thought as your phone rang. you picked it up and read the notification which covered some of the lockscreen picture, which was of course, of you and matt.
 
‘hey :) we should be back in fifteen minutes’
 
matt had texted you. you responded with a quick ‘okay <3’ as you were too worried about your previous thoughts to even think of matt. you checked the time before locking your phone. it was almost two in the morning. you sighed as you quickly went to matt’s room to grab one of his hoodies which he had given up fighting for. putting it on, you decided you were going to try and show a sweet gesture yourself. tonight.
as matt had promised, the boys were back in just about fifteen minutes, and after a quick shower and an ice cream break, matt found himself lying next to you on his bed, a good distance separating the two of you.
unbeknownst to you, matt had also been feeling the distance between the two of you ever since you started dating two months ago. he wanted to hug you, to kiss you, to hold you. he wanted to make sure you felt the safest when he was around and he overall just wanted you to know he cared for you. and as had happened to you earlier, matt was soon brought back to reality when you draped your hand over his side; scrunching the fabric of his shirt up in your hand and pulling yourself closer to him.
all of it just felt weirdly, yet familiarly natural. his hand found its way to the small of your back, and he moved himself to make sure that there was no space between the two of you – he wanted to be sure that if there was the smallest creature living in between you both, it would have either been crushed by your intertwined limbs or that it would suffocate due to the lack of oxygen and space.
matt sighed contently.
‘i’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time. i’m so glad you felt comfortable enough to do that. i always want you to feel comfortable with me – always.’ he used the last breathe he had in him to get that sentence out to you, and once it was said, he let loose and let himself fall fully onto you.
you giggled at the boy as he slowly reached his hand to your stomach and started tickling you – of course, all before you started laughing uncontrollably and begged him to stop.
the two of you stayed in that same exact spot, in the same exact position until the next morning. and when you both woke up, you had pinky-promised each other to do the same every night.
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kritischetheologie · 1 year
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Ok i just experienced the busiest two days of my LIFE (not really but it felt like it). I am now politely requesting a director’s commentary on the ending of the garage scene. I would also appreciate commentary on Lewis’s statement that Seb is “flexible” in matters of sexual dynamic. Is this your usual Seb thesis? Is this a characterization you developed just for this fic? All thoughts that will distract me from Real Life Tasks are appreciated
answering these in reverse order because the seb thesis is easier teehee. will reblog to add DC this afternoon...
I would say that my answer to both of those questions is "yes." as in, yes, I do generally headcanon Seb as being fairly switchy-- his characterization in EWTRTW, where we see him predominantly bottom except when he tops, is probably closest to my Seb Thesis. I tend to make Seb "whatever I need him to be for the story he's in," but I never really write him as someone who only wants to be in one or the other position (even in a/b/o, which can get biologically essentialist on top/bottom dynamics, I'll often write him as an omega who nevertheless wants to be psychologically in control... dynamics are complicated). But also Yes, I did write him this way because I needed him to be a switch to make the dynamics in the fic work.
I will say that this little bit of dialogue is one of my favorite parts of the fic. It's basically the only time I explicitly acknowledge The Dynamic between Charles and Bono, which is probably the most played-straight top/bottom (or even dom/sub) dynamic I've ever written. Having Lewis be the one to say it gave me a bit of license as an author to jump in like "HELLO! Lewis and Bono Didn't Work Because They're Both Tops LOL!" which is pretty crucial characterization-- it explains why this isn't a Lewis/Bono story, as well as heightening the reader's expectations for what Charles and Bono will do-- without having to have either of my romantic leads say it out loud, which neither of them would ever fucking do.
It also, in my opinion, added some shades of nuance both to Lewis and Seb's relationship and to Seb and Charles's. We've seen that Seb is still very comfortable around Charles and vice versa, and that Lewis is comfortable around both of them, but I really wanted to drive that point home by making clear that Lewis is comfortable alluding to the fact that he's married to someone who used to fuck Charles (literally), and that he and Seb have the kind of relationship where Seb has told Lewis exactly what he and Charles did.
And it fleshes out Lewis's feelings about his own sexuality-- the Lewis of this fic has made his peace with being openly gay, but still has some (self-identified) room for growth in terms of the things he's comfortable with sexually. Lewis's comment about admiring his husband's flexibility in these matters is both a cheeky way of phrasing it and a genuine admission of vulnerability, especially when he's reflecting back on his 2016 self (there's definitely shades of that podcast interview Lewis gave recently, where he said he doesn't even recognize himself 7 years ago...). In a fic with Out and Proud Background Sewis, I wanted to keep either of them from being too static of a character, and this line gives Lewis, in particular, a lot of depth. Lewis doesn't think everyone needs to be as flexible as Seb-- he has no problem with Bono being happy exactly as he is, for example-- but he is able to acknowledge that, for himself, being exclusively (or, at this point, almost exclusively) a top was a response to the trauma of *gestures broadly at the world in which they live*. And now he's in a relationship where he feels safe enough to want to explore the other side of things... I love them your honor.
anyway shoutout to that one post that went around during the babygirl poll fight that "charles is so babygirl he turned seb into a top" because that's also the mood tbh
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lxffy · 2 years
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*sits down slowly.*
Hi.. I would like to request some Sanji angst. No comfort, just angst. A one sided love between Sanji and the reader. Sanji buries his love for said reader, he knows that they don't want to fall in love and even has a fear of falling in love. And.. If you could.. He lets it slip and the reader doesn't feel as comfortable with him, know that he is love. Like.. As if they had a bad hand with romantic love.
If you do not want to do it. I understand. Thank you for at least taking the time to read this!
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pairing: sanji x gn!reader
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note: angsty?¿ i hope, unrequited love, 1 cuss word, not proofread; i’m still new to writing angst because i tend to steer away from it, but i want to get used to writing angst so i tried my best! i wasn’t completely sure on how to do this request, so i hope this works! this is like a hc and fic mix?
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— the day you met
the day you and sanji met is a memory sanji won’t ever forget. a lot happened, but the moment he laid his eyes on you, something in his mind switched on. it wasn’t like anything else before; he couldn’t describe what he felt each time his gaze found you.
— getting to know you
as usual, sanji takes his normal procedures when trying to court someone. or at least, he tries to. his attention is always on you and no one else, always making sure you’re okay, asking if you’re hungry or thirsty, or even just keeping you company. but it’s so obvious to everyone around the two of you that he clearly has more than a simple crush on you.
the crew has never seen sanji smile so brightly until he met you. he’s always makes an effort when talking to you, sharing his stories as he hopes to hears yours. with that, you make it easy for him and decide to tell him that you’re looking for anything but love. it comes as a shock to him because who would voluntarily give up the idea of falling in love?
but then he hears exactly why you would give it up, he finds himself wanting to help you overcome that fear.
— his advancements
ever since he learned about your past, he’s been subtly trying to let you get used to his advances. you know that he’s always made attempts with other people so it’s nothing new, but you still hope he doesn’t have any underlying motives.
every time you have a negative reaction to his advances, whether it’s a grimace to his romantic gestures or overly affectionate nature, he feels a pang in his chest. he’s had people reject him before, so why does it hurt so much when you any bit of rejection to him?
— the accidental confession
It was nearly time for dinner, but you were feeling a bit light-headed and decided to head to the kitchen for a glass of water. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, with most of the crew chilling on the deck enjoying the evening sun. You valued moments like this; having close friends who you truly care about and getting to spend endless time with them.
You entered the kitchen and found Sanji preparing dinner for everyone. He was calm and focused as he was in his own element, but his concentration immediately broke as soon as he noticed you were walking towards him.
“Y/n— decided to watch me cook today?” Surprised, Sanji makes a little joke to try and make you comfortable.
“Ah, no, I just came in to get a glass of water.” His attempt to make you smile had failed. You already felt a tad bit sick today, and simply wanted a drink of water to rejuvenate your system. Although he was partly joking, a part of him hoped that you actually were there to watch him, just to make conversation.
“Oh, don’t worry, I can grab it for you! Just take a seat at the counter,” Sanji offered, quickly washing his hands before grabbing a glass cup from the cupboards. You would’ve declined his offer, but he was already making moves to fulfill your desires.
You sat at the counter and put your head down to imply that you weren’t in the mood for any kind of conversation. In the background, you could hear the rushing water and the cup filling up. Moments later, you heard the glass make contact with the table.
“Thank you, Sanji, but I could’ve done it myself.” You thank him, still grateful for his help.
“Of course,” he smiled, getting ready to go back to his cooking. “I’ll do anything for the one I love, no matter how simp…”
Sanji realized what he had said much to late to fix it. He was turned away from you already, but he could tell that he fucked up. He didn’t want to turn around and see your reaction, but he did anyways. He couldn’t turn away from his mistake.
You were visually upset, not ready to deal with this and your growing headache. Even after all your rejections, he still fell in love with you and weren’t able to accept his feelings.
Even so, Sanji tried to say something.
“Y/n, I was j—,” He started, but you immediately interjected.
“I’ll be back for dinner,” You simply stated, before walking out the kitchen. You honestly didn’t know if you’d be back for dinner, but even so, you had to say something without hurting anymore of his feelings.
But the empty glass you left on the counter said a lot more than you could imagine.
— aftermath
it wasn’t the same as before.
sanji could tell that after accidentally confessing that he loves you, you couldn’t feel relaxed around him. if the two of you were ever in a situation alone, you would take your leave. conversations were cut short and you kept your distance from him.
you were only trying to protect yourself and sanji knew that, but he ended up hurting himself in the process. he wants to apologize for it, but he doesn’t know how to tell you. he can’t lie about his love for you, so he decides to give you space.
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ejzah · 1 year
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I know we'll never get to see that on the show but Could you write about kirkin meeting Rosa?
A/N: I don’t know if anyone’s in the mood for fic after tonight’s news, but I was already writing this before it dropped, so I shall carry on.
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So We Meet Again
“So, what do you have going on next week?” Deeks glanced up from his menu, catching Rosa’s eye. In the last year, they’d made it a habit to go out as a family on Saturdays, barring and work-related emergencies.
“I have a study group on Monday and Wednesday after school,” Rosa answered. She paused, eyes dipping for a second. “Um, and I’m going to hang out with a friend on Thursday.”
Deeks’ suspicion, more sensitive than ever since becoming a parent, instantly rose.
“Is this a girl friend or a boy friend?” he asked. Kensi nudged his elbow, giving him a quick shake of her head. He narrowed his eyes, silently assuring her that he wasn’t about to flip out.
Rosa blushed, which was answer enough for Deeks, but he waited while she took a sip of her tea and cleared her throat.
“It is a boy.” Her voice lilted up at the end, and she smiled sheepishly.
“Oh, I see. Maybe you should invite him over for dinner some night.”
“Deeks!” Kensi hissed.
“What, I think it’s important to get to know—what the hell?”
“Deeks, what is it?” Kensi grabbed his wrist, instantly on alert, eyes searching the Italian restaurant for threats.
“I thought I just—but it can’t be,” he muttered.
“Babe, you need to tell me what’s going on before I have an anxiety attack,” Kensi told him. He twisted to face her more fully.
“I thought I saw Kirkin come in, but that can’t be because he’s dead.”
“Uh, yeah, I wouldn’t count on that.” Gesturing with her chin, Kensi looked beyond his shoulder. “That’s definitely Kirkin.”
“What’s he doing?”
“Mm, trying to pretend he’s not looking this way.”
“Who is Anatoli Kirkin? Is he dangerous?” Rosa asked worriedly.
“Anatoli Kirkin is a complicated person to describe,” Deeks began, drawing in a dramatic sigh. “He’s a supposedly ex-Russian criminal, who is oddly endearing but also kind of creepy and prone to pop up in the most inconvenient times.”
“He also has a pretty massive crush on Deeks,” Kensi said, ignoring Deeks’ strangled noise and Rosa’s gasp. “And now he’s headed this way.”
“Oh my god, not again,” Deeks groaned, just as he heard the hallmark drawl that meant it was far too late to escape.
“Maaarty! What a surprise to see you here!”
With a resigned sigh, Deeks turned around, but not before he threw Kensi a bemused look. She just shrugged, apparently just as confused as him.
As usual, Kirkin was smiling coyly, hands folded neatly together. Dressed in an impeccably tailored blue suit, he appeared a little older, but otherwise much the same as ever.
“Yeah, I’d say so. You look in remarkably good health for a dead man,” Deeks responded as he face Kirkin. For Rosa’s sake, he didn’t go into detail. “You want to explain that?”
“Oh, I was running into a bit of trouble and took the opportunity to enact my plan B,” Kirkin explained.
“I thought you died saving my life,” Deeks told him with a touch of irritation.
“And did that upset you?”
“Of course it did!”
Kirkin practically beamed, resting his hands on Deeks’ shoulders. He removed them before Deeks could, or Kensi, could fully react. Apparently he’d finally learned not to press his luck around Kensi.
Switching to the endearing smile he reserved for when he wanted gl charm people, he turned his attention from Deeks.
“My Dear Kensi, it’s always so good to see you too,” he said, daring to pat her hand. She just shook her head, going with the insanity. Though she did tuck her hands under the table as soon as Kirkin stopped touching her. “I know you’ve been taking good care of our Marty.”
“Yeah, because he’s my husband. Mine,” Kensi replied dryly.
“Oh, Martin has always inspired great loyalty in those who care about him.” Kirkin waved his hand airily. He snuck a sly look in Deeks’ direction and winked, before continuing. “And you must be Rosa.”
Rosa hesitantly accepted his outstretched hand, glancing between Kensi and Deeks uncertainly.
“Uh, yes.”
“I was so pleased for Marty and Kensi when I heard the good news that you were joining their family. I know how much they’ve wanted children.”
“I’ve been very happy,” Rosa said with a nervous smile.
“Of course you are! They are wonderful people,” Kirkin exclaimed. Pulling out a chair next to Rosa, he sat, making himself comfortable. “I’ve known your parents for many, many years. I met them during a case.”
Leaning towards Deeks, he lowered his voice, “Remember the bathhouse, Marty. I assure you I will never forget.” He winked suggestively, and Deeks shifted his chair a few inches closer to Kensi.
“What happened at a bathhouse?” Rosa wondered.
“Ah, you definitely do not need to hear about that,” Deeks interceded before Kirkin could respond.
“Oh, Marty.” Now he sounded disappointed. “I’ve always remembered that day so fondly. As I do the time you modeled my designs for the photoshoot. I still keep copies in my bedroom.”
“Well, that’s fantastic to know. And doesn’t creep me out at all.” Deeks grimaced, shaking his head a couple times to dispel the image of Kirkin with his pictures close at hand.
Rosa meanwhile fixed Deeks with a curious, wide-eyed expression. “You modeled clothes for this man.”
“It was the result of a poorly formed agreement and something with which we never, ever talk about,” Deeks explained. “Ever. Also, always clarify the terms of a contract, whether it’s verbal or written.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, Marty. I know Kensi did. Besides, you looked marvelous!”
Deeks pinched the bridge of his nose. Beside him, Kensi squirmed a little, probably thinking of the prints she’d kept from said photoshoot. He definitely felt a headache coming on. “Ok, is there some reason why you decided to come out of the shadows and interrupt our dinner?”
“Well, the people who wanted me dead are no longer a problem, and I’ve rebuilt myself to a satisfactory level, so I decided it was time to visit old friends.” He spread his hands wide to encompass Deeks, Kensi, and Rosa. “Aren’t you pleased to see me?” he asked more uncertainty, the corners of his mouth tipping down into the most pitiful expression Deeks had ever seen.
Deeks held out for roughly ten seconds while Kirkin continued to stare at him.
“Fine. I’m glad you’re not dead,” he settled on, and Kirkin immediately went back to smiling, pressing a hand to the center of his chest.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He checked his watch suddenly, and tsked. “Unfortunately, I must be going. It was wonderful to see all of you.” He blew Kensi and Rosa each a kiss, reserving a suggestive look for Deeks. “Maaarty.” With a final wink, he turned and started weaving his way between tables.
“So, that was Anatoli Kirkin,” Deeks said after an extended silence. Rosa still looked completely bemused.
“Still in love with you after all these years,” Kensi added.
“Thanks for that, babe.” Sighing, Deeks looked in the direction Kirkin had gone. “You know, it was kind of good to see him.”
“Well, I’m sure that it won’t be the last time since Kirkin miraculously returned.”
“Ugh.”
“Don’t you have to be naked at a bathhouse?” Rosa asked, eliciting another groan from Deeks.
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A/N: Thanks for the prompt!
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tickle-bugs · 3 years
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Life’s Distractions
Summary: After Eddie babysits Dan’s niece, Venom catches wind of a strange human quirk. What else is there to do but conduct research?
@happyandticklish: Hey, I noticed that you opened prompts and that you would potentially write for Venom. I was wondering if you could do something, maybe where Eddie either teaches Venom about tickling or Venom keeps tickling him in public where he has to stay quiet?
I love your stuff btw, and congrats on the followers!
Game night was a sacred institution in Eddie’s life. Every Saturday at 8pm his life got a little bit brighter. Between the mess of job searching and the logistics of feeding a symbiote with an endless appetite, it was his little moment of peace among the chaos. Hell, even Venom seemed to like it--though the news of his return wasn’t quite public.
So imagine Eddie’s crushing disappointment when he entered Dan’s apartment and there’s no Dan. Or boardgames. Or liquor. 
“What’s going on?” Eddie bumped the front door shut with his hip. Anne was sitting on the stairs, texting at the speed of light. She all-but-threw her phone once Eddie came in. 
“Oh thank god, you made it. I need a huge favor.” Anne rested her palms on his chest in that way she did when she needed him, really needed him, and he put his hands over hers. He could never say no to her. 
“What’s wrong? Where’s Dan?”
“He had an emergency call from work and my client just asked to meet with me about something big. I can’t skip it.”
“I can come back next week--”
“No, no, you need to stay here.” She clutched his shirt as if he might bolt. 
“Anne, what’s going on?” He pried her hands from his shirt and held them, giving them a squeeze for good measure. 
“Dan’s sister dropped off her niece. We told her we’d watch Rosie thinking we’d have game night, but, well--” She gestured vaguely at the air.
“I can watch her. S’no problem.” He patted her shoulder. 
“You’re a life-saver, Eddie. Thank you. I’ll be back in like, two hours, tops.” Anne pulled him over to the dining room and he got his first glimpse of the baby. 
She was goddamn adorable. Her hair was still growing in, marked by the wispiness of youth, and it rested across her forehead in choppy bangs. Her eyes lit up when she saw Eddie and she instantly reached for him, hopping up and down in her seat. Eddie cooed at her. 
“Hey, sweetheart.” He picked up Rosie and balanced her on his hip. He waved at her and she babbled enthusiastically. Eddie offered her his hand and she took it, absolutely fascinated with the size compared to hers. 
“Wow.”
“What’s wow?” He looked up at Anne.
“I didn’t expect you to be good with kids.” She huffed, looking between the two of them, and he turned a little pink under the attention. 
“I’m full of surprises, Annie.” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. She gathered her things quickly, sending lingering glances at the two of them. 
“You can watch her? Safely?”
“Mhm.” Eddie twirled in a circle and Rosie giggled in delight, tiny fists twisted in his shirt for balance. 
“Eddie, are you sure?” Anne hesitated at the door. 
“Yes! Shoo! We’re not gonna burn anything down. Right, Rosie?” He shook her a little and she squealed, clapping her hands in a resounding ‘yes!’. Anne booped her nose. 
“Okay. I’ll be back soon. Thank you.” She squeezed his shoulder and slipped out the front door. He stood on the stoop and waved. Once her car disappeared from view, he kicked the door shut behind him and locked it. He carried her over to the living room and gently set her down near the couch before taking a seat himself. She wobbled on her chunky legs, nothing-but-thrilled to be in Eddie’s presence. 
“This human is small.” Venom’s head rose from behind Eddie’s shoulder and peered at the baby, rumbling softly. Rosie reached up and cradled Venom’s face with her tiny hands. 
“Kitty!”
“Did it just call me a pussy--”
“Watch it! She’s just a kid.” Eddie covered her ears. 
“Why are you shielding her from new vocabulary?”
“Pussy.” Rosie nodded sagely, looking between Eddie and Venom for their thrilling input.
“That’s why,” Eddie sighed. “At least you didn’t say fuck. That’d be worse.”
“Fuck!” Rosie cheered and clapped her hands. Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly, deeply. 
“Sorry.”
“Alright, kiddo. You’ve caused enough trouble. Nap time.” He reached for her. Rosie’s eyes widened and she took off, toddling away at an unexpectedly high speed. It wasn’t that he was losing her--that’d mean he was a bad babysitter, and he was a fucking fantastic babysitter--it was just that Rosie had pretty much mastered ducking under furniture at the right time, which meant Eddie kept slamming his knees and toes into the stupidest things. 
“A little help here?” Eddie huffed, just missing Rosie as she slid under the kitchen table, squealing as she went. 
“This is very entertaining.”
“Venom.”
“Fine.” A black tendril shot forward from Eddie’s chest and snagged her by the ankle, lifting her up into the air.
“You are something else,” He grinned, tickling her stomach quickly. 
“Noooo,” she giggled, slapping at his hands. He held his arms out and Venom dropped her into his waiting grasp. Eddie carried her over to the couch and threw her on the cushions, soul singing at the way she laughed at the bounce. He pulled a throw blanket up over her and tucked her in as best as he could--she was asleep in under a minute. 
“You are fond of this tiny creature.”
“I always wanted a daughter.” Eddie smoothed her hair. She murmured sleepily at the touch. 
“You can take this one.”
“I can’t steal someone’s kid, V.” Eddie stifled a chuckle. 
“You can if you’re not a coward.” 
“Touché. I don’t want to go to jail, though.” Eddie stretched and popped a few things, sighing at the spread of warm, easy muscle through his body. 
“No human prison could hold us.”
“You’ve got that right.” 
……………………………………………….
 Dan’s sister swung by an hour later and took Rosie home, singing Eddie’s praises all the way to her car. He tried not to let it go to his ego, but it felt pretty damn good to be appreciated. Anne returned a couple hours after that, bearing takeout and wine as an apology for her disappearance. They spread the food out over the table, putting the spring rolls, egg rolls, and crab rangoon into various bowls for easy plucking. It’d been a while since the two of them had spent time alone, but they clicked into it like clockwork. 
“So, new job?” 
“Nothing yet.” He finished the rest of his wine in one smooth gulp, licking his lips to catch the last droplets. She’d always known how to pick a good red, damn. 
“You’ll find something,” Anne patted his arm and smiled sympathetically. 
“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie slurped up some noodles and Venom hummed in his head.
“I mean it, Eddie. You’ll find something.”
“Thanks. How’s work going for you?” He loaded a few egg rolls onto his plate. 
“Oh, y’know,” Anne waved her fork dismissively. “Well, actually, this case has been a doozy.” She started telling him about her new client and their affairs, probably breaking a few confidentiality laws as she did, but they’d already established that Eddie was terrible about making judgements on those things. 
“Eddie.”
“Shh,” Eddie hissed mentally, passing off his drawn eyebrows as an aborted sneeze. Anne passed him a second glass of wine as she talked and he took it gratefully. 
“What did you do to the child?”
“Huh?”
“Earlier. You touched its stomach and it laughed.”
“Oh, that? It’s just tickling.” Eddie ate a bite of his food to quell any accidental facial expressions. 
“So, your new client is annoying.” He’d missed a good chunk of what she was saying, but her nose always crinkled when she was annoyed, so he figured that he’d made a good bet. 
“I’m not even at the best part!”
“It gets worse?” He laughed.
“It always gets worse.” She groaned and took a generous sip of her wine before continuing. 
“What is...tickling?”
“It’s a human thing. Don’t worry about it.” 
“I want to know.” 
“I’ll tell you later. Now, hush.” Eddie smiled and nodded at Anne, hoping he didn’t look as annoyed as he felt. Concentrating on two conversations at once was ridiculously difficult--Eddie could barely concentrate on one. Plus, he was really trying to hide that Venom had returned, but at this rate, she’d know within the hour. 
“Tell me now.”
“Just be patient.” Eddie snapped. Anne giggled at something and he joined in, completely having missed whatever she’d said. Venom thankfully went quiet.
One second, Eddie was successfully ignoring Venom, and the next, Venom was curiously scribbling up his ribs. He slammed his knee into the table and yelped. 
“‘Scuse me. Bathroom.” He all-but-sprinted from the dining room, leaving Anne to swallow the rest of her sentence. So much for preserving their cover. 
“V, what?” Eddie slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it. 
“You ignored me.”
“I was talking to Anne!”
“Talk less.”
“You are the neediest, most high-maintenance--” 
Two clawed hands raked gently down his chest, down to his sides, and pressed experimentally into the perpetual softness just above his waistband. Eddie choked on a laugh and toppled backwards over the edge of the tub, wrapping his arms around his stomach as his self-preservation wires crossed. Venom caught him and pushed him back up to stand, but not without an experimental squeeze to Eddie’s sides. 
“Cute.”
“Stop it!” Eddie doubled over in a fit of wheezy giggles, arms vacuum-sealed to his torso. HIs breath caught on a snort and he covered his face, trying to stifle his laughter in the heels of his hands. 
“Do that again.”
“No! It’s embarrassing.” Eddie bit his lip and snuffed out the laughter bubbling in his chest. 
“Again!” 
“See? Needy, high-maintenance, dramatic as hell--” 
“Do not test my patience,” Venom rumbled directly into his ear and Eddie jerked away, snapping his ear to his shoulder. God, even his breath tickled. It’d been a while, sure, but he never remembered being this damn sensitive. 
“Alright, sorry. Can we get through dinner, please?” He tried not to sound as breathless as he felt.
“Hurry up.” 
Eddie squirmed through the rest of dinner and excused himself before Dan even made it home. Venom was all in his head, sure, but Eddie could feel him looming and it was driving him up the wall. The walk home was surprisingly quiet, and the quiet felt ominous, so Eddie did what he did best--he ignored Venom.
He snagged a soda from the fridge on his way in the apartment, perhaps shutting the door a bit too hard. The quiet had settled into some semblance of peace. Maybe Venom’s silence was genuine. Huh. 
He flopped on the couch and took a generous swig of his soda. He scratched at his stomach idly and Venom, weirdly thoughtful, took over for him. It would’ve been sweet if Eddie didn’t keel over, trying to scoot away from the sensation as giggles queued up in his throat. 
“Oh?” Venom loomed over him, grinning evilly. Nevermind, the silence was still ominous, the bastard was just waiting for an opportunity to strike. Venom plucked the soda from Eddie’s fingers and set it aside--again, weirdly sweet. 
“No, no oh, there’s nothing to oh about.” Eddie shoved Venom’s face away, cheeks blazing bright pink. Venom laughed and dragged the hem of Eddie’s shirt up, trailing tendrils just barely over his skin. Goosebumps rose on his quivering stomach as the shadow of a laughter-filled future loomed over him. 
“W-Wait, let’s talk about this.” He was already snickering from the one touch, and he hid himself behind his hands as if it’d make Venom disappear. 
“Your species is strange. I see no purpose to this besides your hatred of it.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, I just--eep!”
“Just what? Speak up.” Venom pulled his hands away from his face and pressed them down on either side of his head.
“Look, I will buy you like six chocolate bars if you drop this.” He was a little breathless already. Venom laughed darkly and it sent his heart into a gymnastics routine. 
“Ten! Make it ten! Super sweet deal.” Eddie squeaked as a sea of black ooze, all shaped vaguely like hands swept down to hover just above his stomach. A few nervous giggles bubbled out of him, but it was far too late to save his pride. 
“How about we do both? Yes, that is a...sweet deal.” Venom grinned. Eddie’s eyes widened and he spluttered. 
“That’s not how this works--no!” Eddie yelped and dissolved rather quickly into bubbly giggles as Venom returned his attention to his stomach. He seemed fascinated with the slight plushness there and wouldn’t stop squeezing, immediately pushing him into the kind of belly laughter that simply couldn’t be stopped. 
“You are more tickleable than the child.”
“Ticklish! Ohoho, you fucker!” Eddie threw his head back into the couch, accidentally arching up into the touch, and Venom snaked a hand beneath his spine to keep him there. A special zing of playful panic rushed through him. The best he could do was suck in his stomach, and even then, it wasn’t really helping. 
“My mistake. Ticklish,” Venom purred. He looked Eddie up and down, taking his sweet time deciding where to strike next. 
“I’m--ohoho man--I’m so ticklish it’s not even funny, dude! Please!” He forfeited the last of his dignity through frantic giggles. He wasn’t above begging. He could feel Venom’s lack of mercy in his bones. 
“It’s hilarious, actually.” Oh no, abort mission, abort mission--
Eddie kicked and thrashed as if it would help. Venom wrapped a tendril around Eddie’s thigh to hold him still, digging just so into the muscle, and Eddie shrieked with all his might. 
He thought it couldn’t get worse, but it could and it did when Venom poked curiously at Eddie’s hipbone. He thrashed, nearly flying from Venom’s grip altogether, but of course he wouldn’t be that lucky. Venom poked again, then again, then in a continuous rhythm, and Eddie’s laughter skyrocketed past endearing and straight into wild hysterics. He was yelling more than laughing, knees jerking like he was being electrocuted. 
“I’m gonna die!” Eddie giggled violently, voice stuck in the highest possible octaves, and Venom stilled his touch for a moment to leer at his host. 
“I won’t let you. Stop whining.” The prodding started up again, just in the crease of his hip, and good lord it tickled worse than anything he’d ever experienced. Anne used to lovingly bully him over his ticklishness, but this was something else entirely.
He kinda liked it. 
“V, it’s so bahad! Please!” Eddie wheezed, lashes wet with tears. His entire right hip was whited-out with tickly sparks. Every nerve stood at attention, completely overloaded, and Eddie may have been an eloquent writer, but there were no words for the depth of his senses at the moment. Venom played his muscles like harp strings, and every pluck left him gasping for breath, writhing on his horrid couch for some sort of purchase. 
Eddie Brock was not a religious man, but when Venom turned his attention to his left hip, he prayed. He’d thought he understood unbearable before but this was a new plane. There were no barriers to Venom’s touch--he had full access to Eddie’s bare skin and he was using it in ways that needed to be illegal. He distantly registered the unhinged cackles in the room as his own, but he was too far gone to do anything about it. He knew logically that Venom wouldn’t kill him but god this was a valiant fucking effort. 
Venom finally stopped after what felt like years and Eddie could do nothing but lay boneless on the couch. He wore the slight burn in his lungs like a medal of valor. 
“That was fun.” Venom’s face rose from Eddie’s stomach and hovered over him. 
“Easy for you to say. I did all the work.” Eddie shoved Venom’s face away. Venom growled lowly--a warning--and Eddie stuck his tongue out--a dumbass move. Venom scooped him up with no preamble, tendrils and fingers digging into every spot within reach. Eddie apparently had plenty of laughter left in him because it all came out in a panicky, high-pitched rush. 
“Ahalright, you dick! It was pretty fun.” Eddie screeched, thumping Venom’s head until he set him back down and finally relented his attack. 
“I look forward to the next time.”
“Count your days. I’m actively plotting.” Eddie leveled a threatening finger at Venom and he nudged it aside. 
“Are you? It sounded like you were giggling.”
“Shut up.” Eddie threw his arm over his forehead, but not without a smile. 
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katmoonz · 3 years
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Depression
Pairing: Wolfstar x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3034
Includes: TW suicidal thoughts, depression, mentions of missing meals, crying, fluff, hugs, angst to fluff, comfort
Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work. 
Notes: I have depression, this fic is kinda based off of my experience with depression. I wanted more than anything for someone to notice how badly I was struggling and I was in desperate need of a hug. I can’t change the past but I can write down my thoughts, feelings and what I needed at the time.
Thank you @quindolyn for helping me to fix a couple bits and for helping me decide on the ending xx
Depression is completely unpredictable. You might feel on top of the world one minute and suddenly feel miserable the next. You smile around your friends and family hoping that they don’t notice that anything is wrong but deep down you just want someone to notice, to care, to ask you how you are or just hold you while you cry it all out. You want to die yet you can’t bring yourself to do the actions that would end it all because that scares you even more than living.
Lately, you had been feeling very happy. Remus and Sirius were wonderful boyfriends and would do everything they could to make you laugh or smile. Your favourite moments with Remus are the ones where he decides to cuddle with you, there is nothing more relaxing than just resting your head on his chest and listening to the thump of his heart and his steady breaths.
The best moments with Sirius are when he tries to make up his own jokes, most of the jokes he tries to tell aren’t even funny but that somehow makes it funnier when he tells you a bad one-liner whilst in detention. The sweetest thing about Sirius is that when you least expect it he curls up on the bed and sleeps next to you as Padfoot. It’s the sweetest thing ever waking up in Remus’ arms to Padfoot lying across your chest, Remus just watches over the pair of you with a smile upon his face at seeing his two lovers sleeping so peacefully.
This morning you had woken up and felt like crap, you couldn't quite place it so you skipped breakfast and had a lie-in instead. This caused you to miss your first lesson and most of lunch. You managed to go to your next lesson though which was Charms with your boyfriend Remus.
At first, you tried to concentrate but you felt like a cloud had settled itself over your head causing you to struggle with your work.
You’d been feeling better for a while now but for some reason today had just left you feeling miserable. For the rest of class, you sat with your head in your hand gazing out the window.
Remus could tell that you weren’t paying attention to the class and was starting to grow concerned. “y/n, you okay?” He whispers in your ear.
Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself or bother him, you just nod and force a smile in the hopes that you could pretend that everything was fine.
The bell rang a few minutes later signalling the end of the class period. You had History of Magic next, Remus wasn’t in that class with you but Sirius was. Remus walked you to your next class observing your behaviour.
You weren’t smiling and didn’t speak at all on the way there simply looking at the ground. Remus stopped with you at the classroom door and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright love? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong.”
Looking up at him you sigh. “I’m fine,” you say quietly before turning around and walking into the classroom.
Remus was growing very concerned with your behaviour, something was clearly wrong but you weren’t telling him.
Just then Sirius walks down the corridor. “Moony, decided to switch classes have you?” He jokes.
Not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation Remus grabs his arm and pulls him over to an empty classroom shoving him in the door.
“I need a favour,” said Remus in a serious tone.
“What Moons?” replies Sirius, confused at the sudden change in Remus’ behaviour.
“I need you to watch y/n for me and make sure she’s alright. Something is wrong and I want to help her but she won’t tell me anything.” blurts Remus.
Sirius pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Remus, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Sirius leaves the empty room and proceeds to walk into the History of Magic classroom.
Sirius seats himself beside you but you don’t notice at first because you are spaced out not paying any attention to the lecture being given by Binns.
You felt like crap to put it simply. You wanted to focus on your classes so badly but your brain was just telling you no.
Your brain is running at a hundred miles an hour making you feel even worse. *I’m going to fail all of my classes. Why am I so useless? Do the boys love me or do they just tolerate me? Nobody loves me, not really. I wish I was dead, why can’t I just die?*
You feel slow tears make their way down your face. You sniffle softly not wanting to bother anyone.
Sirius quickly notices your tears as you sniffle next to him. *Moony is right* thought Sirius *something is very wrong.*
Sirius reaches a hand out to yours underneath the desk and gives it a gentle squeeze as a reminder that he is there for you.
Finally, you have enough of your self-deprecating thoughts and abruptly stand up, grab your things and leave despite only having twenty minutes of class left. Sirius gets up and follows you, grabbing your hand as you leave the room.
The pair of you walk silently through the castle until you get back to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius seats you at the couch in front of the fire before grabbing your bag and chucking it aside.
Sirius sits down next to you as you stare into the ornate fireplace with tears still slowly rolling down your face. “Y/n love, what’s wrong?” He softly asks.
Instead of answering him, you rest your head on his shoulder. Sirius brings his arms around you to pull you into a hug. The pair of you sit like that for a while, listening to the crackle of the fire and your sorrowful sniffles. Sirius simply holds you whilst tears slowly roll down your face.
“I'm sorry, I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go have a nap” you say softly.
“Alright doll, I’ll see you at dinner then?” He asks.
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you tell him knowing full well that you wouldn’t be in the mood to eat.
Leaving Sirius in the common room you walk up to the boys dorm and throw yourself down on Remus' bed. Grabbing a discarded sweater from Sirius’ bed on the way. You curl up in a ball under the covers on Remus’ bed before letting the tears fall down your face again *why can’t I just feel happy for once in my life? I always fuck everything up, I want to die*
Sirius watches you walk up the stairs to the boys dorm before letting out a sigh and putting his head in his hands. You had never been like this, you were usually so bright and cheerful something bad must have happened because Sirius hadn’t seen even the slightest smile all day.
The bell for the next lesson rings and Sirius remains sitting on the sofa in the common room contemplating what he should tell Remus. He didn’t want to make his friend even more alarmed but he couldn’t hide his feeling of concern for your breakdown in class.
Remus enters the common room behind a babble of second years who were complaining to each other about their homework.
Spotting Sirius on the sofa before the fire he rushes over to sit next to him.
“Where’s y/n? Is she alright?”
Sirius takes a deep breath before sitting back on the sofa. “No, I can see what you mean Rem, she’s very upset.”
“What do you mean?” replies a panicked Remus
Sirius turns to face him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look mate I don’t want to worry you but in class, she just sat and stared into space, then she started crying and walked out.”
Remus let out a pained sigh and ran his hands down his face before clasping them in his lap. “Is she okay? where is she now?”
“I walked her back here, we had a cuddle for a while then she said that she was just tired so she left to have a nap,” replies Sirius
Remus stands up from the sofa and brushes his sweaty palms off of his trousers, “let's go and check on her.”
Sirius rises off of the sofa too, he turns around and looks around the common room before turning back to Remus. “Maybe she just needs space, she told me she’d come down to dinner so let's just give her some time alone and if she doesn't come to dinner then we can go and check on her.”
Staring into Sirius’ stormy grey irises Remus stays standing for another minute before nodding and sitting back down.
The boys study in the common room for an hour in complete silence, both of them preoccupied with thoughts of their distressed girlfriend. Sirius and Remus then head down to dinner, sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table closest to the doors so that they could spot you as soon as you walked in.
The boys sit and pick at their food mindlessly for ten minutes continuously watching the door in hope that you’d join them for the meal.
Sirius lets out a deep sigh and drops his fork on his plate rubbing his brow before looking at Remus. Remus looks up at him offering a small smile before standing up. “Come on Pads, our girl needs us”
Sirius quickly stands up and grabs Remus’ hand dragging him out of the great hall. The boys briskly walk hand in hand back to the Gryffindor common room and quickly ascend the stairs to the dorm.
Remus opens the door quietly in case you are sleeping and peers in, he feels his heart break as he catches sight of you. You are lying in his bed fast asleep with puffy eyes from crying.
Remus approaches the bed and sits down on the side closest to you. Gently he starts to stroke your face with his hand whilst gesturing for Sirius to come over to the bed with his other hand. Sirius kneels on the bed next to Remus, reaches out and starts playing with your hair.
Remus watches as you slowly awaken, your eyes fluttering as they adjust to the light in the room. “Darling are you alright?” He asks you softly while rubbing his thumb over your cheek.
You feel your eyes fill with tears but don’t want the boys to see them so you roll over and put your face in the pillow hoping that they leave you alone so that you can compose yourself again.
The boys look at each other trying to figure out what to do next. Remus nods at Sirius gesturing for him to try and get a response from you.
“Baby, why didn’t you come to dinner?” You still don’t respond, making Sirius panic. “Please talk to us, we want to help you.” This makes you feel even worse, they just wanted you to be happy but instead, you’d caused them to leave dinner to look for you.
Your body starts to shake as the tears start rolling down your face. You keep the sobs in not wanting to make them even more worried.
Remus carefully runs a hand over your back worried at the lack of response. “Y/n please talk to us, we love you baby we only want to help you. It’s killing me that you are this upset and we want to be here for you.”
This is the last straw and you lose control of your crying, finally letting out the sobs that had been building up all day.
Remus’ heart breaks even more “Oh baby, come here”. Remus turns you over and carefully pulls you into his lap.
You press your head into Remus’ neck and let out all of the emotion that had been held within you all day.
Sirius sits down next to Remus and yourself at the head of the bed, he runs one hand soothingly up and down your back. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.”
Your entire body shakes with sobs, tears soak the front of Remus’ sweater whilst the boys continue to make attempts to console you.
Remus rocks you in his arms carefully trying to calm you down. “Shh darlin’ it’s okay”
You start hyperventilating from the force of your sobs, Remus pulls you back from his chest slightly brushing hair away from your face.
Sirius reaches out to you and picks up one of your hands, he brings it up to his chest so that you can feel his steady heartbeat. “I know you're upset baby but you’ve got to breathe. Can you do that for me?”
Sirius breathes in and out slowly emphasising each breath for you to follow. “In...and out, in…and out.” This continues for a few minutes as you try to regulate your breathing.
“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job baby”
The sobs slow down slightly as you regain control over your breathing, tears still fall down your face but not as quickly as before.
Remus cups your face in his hand wiping away stray tears with his thumb before pressing a solitary kiss to your temple. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Please tell us” he begs.
You let out a sigh, opening and shutting your mouth a few times trying to come up with something to tell them.
Sirius notices your hesitation and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay love, you can tell us anything. I promise you that we’ll try to help you and nothing you say can make us love you any less.”
Looking into his eyes you see nothing but love and concern. You sniffle and wipe one of your sleeves across your face. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel good”
Sirius runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Is it that time of the month baby? You feelin’ sick?”
Tears well up in your eyes again. “No” you reply softly “I don’t feel sick”
“Then what is it babe?” asks Sirius with a small frown on his face.
You consider lying to them for a moment not wanting to burden them with your thoughts and emotions but in the end, it’s the pleading expression upon Remus’ face that makes you give in.
You take a deep breath, “sometimes I just feel really sad, like nothing will get better. I feel like no one loves me. I don't want to bother you guys because I don’t want you to leave me.”
The tears fall down your face again as you turn around and put your face back into Remus’ sweater, your fingers have a firm grasp on him as if letting go would make him disappear.
“Please, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry” you beg them as you cry into Remus’ chest.
Remus feels tears well up in his own eyes but swallows them down in order to comfort you. “No no no, sweetheart, it's okay. I promise that we aren’t leaving you.”
Remus holds you even tighter in his arms “I wish you’d told us that you were feeling like this sooner darling. We love you so much”
Sirius sits in silence listening to Remus comfort you before lifting a hand and rubbing your back. “Look at me baby,” he says with a stern tone.
You look up at him, he has a more pronounced frown upon his face than what was there previously but it softens slightly when he realises that you are watching him.
“You need to tell us when you feel like this okay? You aren’t bothering anyone, we just want to help you and we would never leave you over something like this.”
You remain silent looking away from him, the tears slowing down again so all that remains are the odd couple every few seconds.
“Promise you’ll tell us when you feel like this baby?” He asks, holding your face in his hands.
You sniffle softly before agreeing “m’kay, I promise”
“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for telling us baby,” he says fondly before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away from your cheek he gets a mischievous look upon his face. “Hey babe, what do you call a cow with two legs?”
You look at him confused for a minute before saying “I dunno”
He leans in towards you with a grin upon his face as though he is telling you a secret “Lean beef”
This causes you to giggle, Sirius smirks whilst Remus chuckles. The boys are pleased to hear you laugh after having been deprived of such beautiful sounds for an entire day.
“Good one wasn’t it?” He asks with a cocky smirk on his face.
“No” you reply, still slightly giggling.
“No!” He repeats back to you in disbelief. “What do you mean no? I thought it was a good one”
Remus raises an eyebrow looking at Sirius “c’mon Pads, you can do better than that”
“Fine, I’ve got a better one” huffs Sirius. “What does the perverted frog say?”
“I dunno” you reply again trying to keep a straight face.
“Rubbit” he replies.
This joke was much funnier than the last and you burst out in laughter. You have joyous tears of laughter pouring down your face as you giggle until your sides hurt.
After a while you yawn and rub your eyes, Remus smiles affectionately at you before moving you off of his lap changing positions so that you are laying half on Remus’ chest with Sirius spooning you from behind.
“C’mon darling, let's get some sleep,” he says quietly.
Sirius buries his face in the back of your neck before mumbling out a quick “I love you”
You settle down into their embrace, relaxing all of your muscles and just as you are dozing off to sleep you feel Remus run his hand through your hair as he whispers “I love you darling, more than you will ever know.”
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theshelbyclan · 3 years
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Horse Thieves
Summary: The Shelby siblings are still building their imperium, and they need a horse to do it.
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A/N: I asked around a bit and people wanted to read a lot more about Teddy, so I decided to use this request by one lovely anon: Hello! I've never done a request for a fic before so please excuse me if this isn't the right way to do it 🙈 But I noticed your requests were open and read the prompts list you linked to for Shelby sister prompts - so can I request something that incorporates 7.“car. Now”, 8.“what story do you want tonight” and 14.“your heading the right way for a smacked backside”. Thank you! I decided to base this on this idea I had in the longer Teddy series, where she refers to a time when she stole a horse with Tommy. So see this as a prequel if you will, set before the series. Words: 2773
*** “Whatever you do, you’re not using Finn.” “I won’t…” “I mean it, Thomas,” Aunt Polly warned, “You’ve only been back for five minutes from France and I will not have you endangering my nephew, after I’ve kept him safe for fucking four years.” 
Tommy sighed, “Yes, I understand.” Polly looked at her nephew with a distrustful gaze, “Why do we need the horse?” “Betting’s down,” he slowly lit a cigarette, “We need our own. A horse that looks good. Convinces people to lay a bet.” She had to agree with that, “Where will you go?” “To the place where people most expect a horse to be stolen.” “Why?” “Hide in plain sight,” he pointed, “you taught me that.” “I thought I taught you everything…” Polly mused sternly. Tommy nodded slowly, “Maybe. And now I’m acting on it…” After a short pause, he said, “I’m gonna do it, Pol. I’ll make this family rich. Trust me.” “What about the little ones?” “I’m doing this for them, alright, so that they won’t have to grow up like we did!” Fire was burning in his eyes when he spoke, but Polly had never seen him quite like this. He was different these days. After pondering for a while, she said, “So tell me where.” Tommy took a deep breath, knowing she’d disapprove, “The fair.” “For fuck’s sake, Thomas!” *** “WELCOME TO THE FAIR!” Arthur bellowed, which scared most people in his vicinity away, but it made Teddy, who was used to it, literally jump for joy. Arthur grinned broadly and lifted his little sister up onto his shoulders, shouting, “Now look here, sweet girl, this is where we bloody come from and don’t you forget it!” “Arthur, can I have a candied apple?” Teddy asked him, knowing he wouldn’t refuse her anything when he was in a mood like this. “You can have all the apples, Teddy!” he replied with a grand gesture. John came walking besides them and quietly said to his brother, “They’re here.” “Good,” Arthur said uncharacteristically gently, and he lifted Teddy off his shoulders again, “Tommy’s in place.” “What about Finn, Arthur?” he said, playing with his toothpick. Arthur winked at his suddenly much younger brother, “Don’t worry, brother. He’s off playing with the Boswell kids. He’ll be no bloody trouble.” John grinned down at Teddy, “Unlike this one!” “You know why, John?” Teddy asked cheekily, “Because Finn is like Arthur, but I am like you!” John laughed manically out loud and Arthur bellowed, “She’s fucking right!” “How about that apple, Arthur?” Teddy asked innocently, quickly adding a, “Please?” “Wait here, princess.” As they continued walking, John took Teddy’s hand in his and said to her, “Look at all the horses, Teddy. Maybe one day you could have one of your own.” “But I already have the pony you gave me when you came back,” she looked up with adoring eyes. It was no secret that Teddy had four heroes in life, and those were her brothers. He looked down, “Yeah, but one day you’ll have a horse. Promise.” “John?” she asked, suddenly serious, “You won’t go away again, will you?” “Go where? Why would I leave my favourite little girl!” “You did before…” John stopped and turned to her, “Listen, that was the war… You know I don’t like talking about that…” “I know…” “But the war’s over. No more fucking mud for us, alright?” he said earnestly. He tried desperately to hide the pain he felt. Teddy nodded. “I’m sorry,” John blurted out all of a sudden, “I’m sorry we left you. We didn’t know… what it’d be… we thought it would be…” he simply couldn’t find the words. “I know,” she interrupted him in a high voice, “It’s okay. Just don’t do it again, alright?” “Alright,” he smiled. Then he changed his tone again, happy to switch subjects, “Now, what story do you want tonight?” “One about a horse!” “How about we get you a real one?” John suggested light-heartedly.
Teddy giggled because she thought he was joking, slipped her hand into his again and started skipping. Then she looked over at Arthur, who was just in the process of stealing an apple for her. It was good to have her brothers back again. 
“Teddy?” John asked, “think you could do something for me?” “Like what?” “Tommy needs our help.” “With what?” her eyebrows shot up. John coughed once and waited for Arthur to join them, “Eat your apple. And listen, Tommy needs us to help him with something.” Mouth full of candied apple, “whaff kinf of somefingff?” “Just do as we tell you to,” John explained, “and then Tommy’ll tell you what to do.” Arthur nodded, “He’s already instructed us.” “Arthur,” John became unsure, “Are we really involving our eight-year-old sister in this?” “She’ll be fine, John-boy! She’s fucking smart, she is.” “I am,” Teddy replied proudly. The candied apple was nearly gone already.
“Alright, Teddy-girl, you listen to me, yeah?” John bend down to her level, “I need you to pretend you got lost, or maybe ask for help, or cry! Can you cry?” Teddy sniffled a little, “I’m not sure,” she then said in her normal voice. “Don’t worry if you can’t! Just scream a lot, alright?” “Wait!” she said, “Give me a second….” And she pouted her lips again, scrunched up her nose and suddenly tears were falling down her cheeks. “Bloody hell…” Arthur mumbled, as he turned to John, “you fucking created a monster.” “I’m crying!” Teddy said triumphantly through her tears, “Now what?” John shook her head to banish the emotions he felt over seeing his baby sister cry, “Go to Tommy.” Teddy quickly darted off and went in search of her other brother. When she found him, she announced herself with, “Look, Tommy, real tears!” “What the fuck?” Tommy replied in shock, “What happened, tell me now!” “Nothing!” she quipped, “John made me.”   “I’ll fucking kill him,” her brother said automatically, “Did he throw you up in the air again?” Teddy grinned, “No, and besides that doesn’t make me cry…” “It did when you broke your arm.” She waved a disinterested hand, “Fine. But I mean he told me to cry because you needed a disattraction! “Distraction.” “Yes!” Tommy knelt down and said in a hushed voice, “Alright, first things first, you can never, ever tell Aunt Polly about this, do you hear me?” Teddy nodded obediently. “I mean it Teddy. She’ll have my fucking balls…” A high voice replied, “Which balls?” He sighed deeply again, regretting his words intensely, “Listen to me, eh? Don’t tell Aunt Pol.” “I will,” but a vague twinkle had come into Teddy’s eyes the second she realised her big tough brother was scared of Aunt Polly too.
Tommy lifted up Teddy and she rested on his hip, hugged close by his arm. She could vaguely smell his hair, his cigarette and a whiff of horse on him. This was her brother, who’d been gone for two whole years. She was only little when he’d gone, but Teddy remembered she cried a lot. All she ever wanted at night was for John to play with her and for Arthur to sit with her and for Tommy to tell her stories. She and Finn used to curl up together and cry. But now he was home, not the same, but still home.
“See them?” Tommy pointed, with a smile playing about his lips like he used to have all the time before the war, “See that family?” Teddy followed his hand with her eyes, “Yeah, the ones with the man with the blue scarf?” “That’s the one,” he nodded, “I need you to distract them.” “Why?” “So I can take their horse.” Teddy turned to face Tommy, and as she grinned, his face lit up as well, “Are we going to steal the horse, Tommy?” Teddy whispered excitedly. “Yes.” She lowered her voice even more, “just you and me?” Softly, he planted a kiss on her head, “Can’t do it without you…” Couldn’t do any of this without you here, he thought, but didn’t say it. “Alright,” he continued, “I’m going to talk to the man with the scarf. Meanwhile, John and Arthur are going to pick a fight with some other men, over by the candied apples, you see?” “That’s why I got an apple…” Teddy mused, slightly disappointed. Tommy quickly got her attention back, “I’ll be talking to him about this other family I know,” he waved a hand, “it’ll be something useless, but I’ll get him to walk away. John-boy is itching to punch someone, so he will, don’t get scared, alright?” Teddy frowned, “I’m not scared of John.” “Now, you see that horse, the black one, by the water?” She peered through the crowd of people and finally caught a glimpse of the beauty. Her eyes lit up in a way that only the Shelby’s eyes light up when looking at a horse. “There’s two boys with him. I need you to go to them. Make sure they walk away from the horse.” “Tommy…” Teddy thought out loud, “Won’t they know it was us?” He smirked at his sister’s intellect, “No. They don’t know us. Besides, they’re feuding with another family here. There’s a war coming, but we won’t be involved this time. Don’t worry about it, eh?” “Why are they fighting, Tommy?” she was not letting it go so easily. “Because I made it happen.” Then he walked a few feet so that they were both hidden from sight, “Now, I need you to distract the boys, and maybe some of the women as well. Cry, if you can, and if anything goes wrong, scream. I know you’re good at that…” “Who will take the horse?” “Johnny Dogs will. He’s close by,” Tommy leaned his forehead onto Teddy’s, “Think you can do it?” “Yes!” “Not too scared?” “Never!” Teddy replied enthusiastically, which slightly worried Tommy, but instead he said, “Go on.” So Teddy walked out behind the tent on her own and started thinking sad thoughts, just to make the tears come easily later on. There wasn’t much need for them though, because as soon as she approached the boys who were washing the horse, one called out, “Piss off!” “Fuck you!” Teddy replied in a flash, “This is free land and I’m a free woman!” she heard Aunt Polly say that once, “I’ll go where I fucking please!” One of the boys pushed her and angrily Teddy shoved him back. Then the second one came for her, and Teddy suddenly remembered her mission. So against all of her instincts, she let herself be pushed to the ground and started howling as soon as she landed. Immediately heads turned and Teddy cried like she hadn’t done in two years, “They pushed me!” But somewhere from out the corner of her eye, she saw Arthur arguing with someone and John landing a punch, almost in slow-motion, and she knew everything went according to plan. “Did not!” the boy protested nervously, “she started it!” Teddy curled up a little and held onto her leg like it was hurting, while trying to make herself as small as possible, “It hurts…” “What have you done!” a strange woman called out to one of the boys, who shrunk visibly as soon as he heard her voice, “fighting little girls now, are you?!” “I didn’t, ma! She started it!” but before he could finish his sentence, he’d gotten the first smack around the head. One down, one more to go. So Teddy upped the tears and it worked beautifully: the second boy didn’t wait for his mother to hear, but decided to run instead. Slowly, Teddy started to calm down, because if she just stood up now and showed it was all fake, everything would’ve been for nothing. She made that mistake once with Finn, and she wouldn’t be doing so again. After about a minute, chaos had descended on the fair. Men were fighting, Tommy was making an already nervous man simply anxious and this side of the camp was almost deserted. But where was Johnny? Teddy got up and hid near the beautiful horse. And then she saw him: somehow Johnny had ended up in the middle of the fight as well. This could ruin everything! “Come,” Teddy beckoned, “Come here! I promise I won’t hurt you…” and much to her own surprise, the horse obeyed. She untied the reigns and like he’d always been hers, he followed her down into the river. Teddy swam a little, wondered for only a second what Aunt Polly would say, and then climbed up onto the horse’s back in the water. From there on, she made a quick decision and urged the horse on. The river was low and couldn’t be seen all the way from the camp, so she kept the route of invisibility. After a while, she spurred the horse on and he climbed the riverside, with the tiny load still on his back. From this distance, Teddy could still see the fair, but because of the trees she was certain they couldn’t see her. “Now what?” she asked the horse, because she hadn’t really thought this through. In reply it neighed. “Shh!” Teddy scolded, “you want me to get caught?” So she steered the horse by its manes and made her way to where the family car was parked. With some luck, everyone else would still be too busy fighting. *** “Teddy!” Teddy turned her head and saw her brothers running, with sheer panic in their eyes. “Where the fuck were you?” Tommy demanded. Teddy shrunk a little at the anger in his voice, “I didn’t know where to go so I went here…” “Car. Now!” Tommy fumed. “That was actually smart, Tom,” Arthur defended her. Tommy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “I thought something happened to you… That’s why I tell you not to leave my fucking side!” “I’m sorry…” she whimpered and tears started forming in her eyes again. “Don’t even try that,” John joked, “We know you can pretend now.” Looking caught, Teddy tried to hide the smile she shared with John. “That’s it, Tom,” Arthur walked back and forth to get rid of the adrenaline still coursing through his body, after they found there little sister was missing, “We’re not using our bloody sister again, for anything!” “Agreed,” Tommy said at once. “I thought you wanted the horse?” Teddy questioned. Again Tommy sighed and he lit another cigarette, “No fucking horse is worth losing you over, Teddy.” And that’s when she realised he wasn’t angry, just worried. “No fucking horse,” Arthur agreed. “But…” she started. John interrupted, “Forget about the horse, Teddy, we’re just glad you’re okay.” “But…” “Besides, we can get a horse some other way, eh?” Tommy continued, “Might even pay for it…” “But…” Tommy held up a hand, “Stop interrupting me, Teddy.” Instead Teddy interrupted him, “But the fucking horse is fucking here!” she pointed beyond the car at the woods, “Look! I rode him here after Johnny didn’t show up!” “I’ll be fucking damned,” Arthur blurted out, “she rode the fucking horse here.” John burst out laughing and simply high-fived Teddy, but Tommy looked as stunned as Arthur did. Anxiously, Teddy waited for Tommy’s reply, occasionally saying things like, “Johnny wasn’t coming,” and “my tears were almost dried up,” and “it wasn’t really my fault, the horse just followed me!” “Teddy Shelby,” Tommy said finally, “you little horse thief…” “You told me to,” Teddy said pointedly, but couldn’t quite hide the pride in her voice. “Oh, so this is our fault, eh?” Teddy shrugged and put on an angelic face, “Well, Arthur taught me how to steal, John taught me how to cry and you told me what to do…”
He pointed at her, “You’re heading the right way for a smacked backside...” Again Tommy looked at the horse and then he coughed a short laugh, “Alright, you win. We’re all horse thieves. Go get your horse.” “Mine?” “Yours.” As Teddy got the horse, the brothers still couldn’t get over the fact that she just did all of that. “Before we go home, there’s just one more thing, Teddy,” Tommy said, “Tell me again what I made you promise.” “Don’t tell Aunt Polly about this.” “Or?” he said menacingly, hoping he still had some authority over her by usually being the one who punished her, when he wasn’t teaching her how to steal that is… “She’ll have your balls.” Tommy eyed his two brothers who doubled over in laugher, but decided to ignore that. “Good girl.”
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Premise: Planning a perfect Valentine’s Day dinner for your girlfriend should be commended, unless you’re dating Cassie Valentine.
Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Mature with light NSFW. Fluff. Event Prompt: To Be (“I love you.” “That won’t get you off the hook.”) Words: 2,300
A/N: This fic is for the @choicesmonthlychallenge​ Valentine’s Challenge. The above event prompt was requested by @rosebudde, @rookiemartin and @lucy-268. Set during Second Year, a couple of weeks after Rumor Has It.  Enjoy!
Submitting to @choicesfebruary2022challenge​ Day 15 prompt “Dinner”
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Dr. Ethan Ramsey had never seen the point of Valentine’s Day. It was a made-up holiday (not even a holiday truth be told), designed by retailers to sell more greeting cards, chocolates and flowers.
Not that he begrudged anyone their ability to make money, the economy being what it was. He just didn’t participate in perpetuating the fallacy of expressing one’s devotion through mass-produced platitudes.
And yet, here he was on the phone trying to reserve a table last minute at Cassie’s favorite Italian restaurant and failing miserably.
Ever since he’d declared his love for her in front of the entire hospital two weeks ago, he’d felt he ought to make an effort for Valentine’s Day. It was what one did when they were in a committed relationship, he supposed. Cassie loved romantic gestures and would be expecting something, even if she hadn’t said anything all week.
At least he’d been able to order the flowers online much faster. And he’d managed to grab the last box of passion fruit-raspberry artisan chocolates from the store she liked in Back Bay.
“I see,” he said tuning back into the conversation on the phone. “I understand. I’ll figure something out, Armand. Thanks for trying.”
Disappointed, he ended the call with the restaurant manager. Looks like going out tonight was a non-starter unless they wanted to spend half the night waiting in line with no guarantee of a table at the end of it. Time for Plan B.
He checked his calendar to see if he could leave early to go grocery shopping. He could pick up the ingredients for a traditional lasagna and just make it at home. If he doctored the jar tomato sauce with the right herbs and spices, it should be good enough. He had an excellent cabernet at home that would suit the occasion and would add body to the sauce.
Candles, some music to set the mood, dancing with the living room lights turned down low against the view of the Bay outside. All that followed by a slow seduction in the bedroom was guaranteed to make their first Valentine’s Day memorable.
It could work, he thought, inwardly pleased with the revised plan.
He blocked out his calendar and was about to text Cassie to invite her to his place after shift when the glass doors slid open and she and Baz Mirani walked in.
“I’m telling you, Baz, it was a very near thing,” Cassie was saying, her arms gesticulating as she narrated her story, throwing Ethan a quick smile. “If my friends and I hadn’t figured out the meds were amplifying each other, the team would not have made it to the World Series let alone win it.”
“Why haven’t I heard this before?” he asked excitedly, sending a nod to Ethan by way of greeting as they both took their seats at the conference table.
June Hirata arrived shortly after as Cassie finished her tale with how Jake Sandburg, who had also testified at her ethics hearing last year, had invited her and her friends to the team’s spring training in Florida later this month.
“If we’re done reminiscing, let’s get to work,” said Ethan, keeping his tone neutral as he walked over to stand at the head of the table.
Straightening his coat, he switched on the LCD screen and pulled up their patient’s latest scans. As they discussed the results and brainstormed ideas, he didn’t like the way June watched him or Cassie out of the corner of her eyes, as if wanting to call them out for any signs of impropriety.
She was going to be disappointed. Dr. Cassie Valentine wasn’t one to let anything or anyone get in the way of work, especially not her boyfriend.
And wasn’t that a strange word to apply to himself, he thought, after all these years of non-commitment. And yet, he who hated grand gestures had stood in the middle of a busy atrium making the grandest gesture of all for the woman he loved as if they were starring in a damn Hallmark movie.
“Valentine, take another pass at the patient, find out everything you can about his lifestyle,” he said at the end of the meeting, divvying up the work. “Mirani, I want you to check the journals for similar symptoms and case studies. Hirata, you’re on point for a team regroup later today. I’m taking some personal time in the afternoon and will be away from the hospital.”
“Is everything okay, Dr. Ramsey?” Cassie asked, watching him with a worried look in her eyes.
Baz repeated the question in much the same manner and June’s gaze ping-ponged between him and Cassie, eyebrows rising when it became obvious Cassie was in the dark too.
“Ethan Ramsey taking personal time. Did the world turn on its axis?” June sneered a touch too nastily.
Clearly, the world was ending if him taking a few hours for himself caused such a reaction in his team.
“Yes, yes, everything is fine,” he huffed impatiently, eyebrows snapping in annoyance at the questions and June’s tone. “Just do what I asked, please. Team dismissed.”
June was going to be a problem, thought Ethan once he was alone, and he would need to address it sooner rather than later. He made a note to speak to Naveen about it, get his guidance, and then shelved the entire matter as he headed out to see his patients.
Later that evening, Cassie pressed the buzzer outside Ethan’s building and waited for him to let her in. He had texted her earlier asking her to meet him at this apartment after shift. She had sighed in relief upon hearing from him, still worried about his earlier announcement.
He never left early or took personal time unless it had to do with his mother Louise. Cassie knew she was still in rehab, but maybe something had happened. A relapse or worse.
If that was the case, Cassie wasn’t sure how Ethan would handle it. He had reluctantly agreed to give his mother a second chance, but those scars ran too deep and would take years to heal.
When the elevator stopped at his floor, she shook away her grim thoughts. Clutching the strap of her purse, she marched determinedly towards his door and rang the doorbell.
What she saw when he opened the door had her going still as if she’d walked into a wall. The living room lighting was subdued, soft music echoed behind him and the most delicious smells permeated the air.
“What’s all this?” asked Cassie, walking past him to stop in the middle of the room.
The kitchen island was set for a candle-lit dinner, the flames flickering gently. Two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine stood next to a beautiful bouquet of red roses.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” said Ethan, entwining their fingers together and bending to brush his lips against her in a tender kiss.
Cassie closed her eyes and let out a short scream of frustration causing Ethan’s hand in hers to jump before she dropped it.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she griped, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest. “Is this why you left work early today?”
“Yes,” he said, his face and tone showing his confusion at her contrary reaction. “I tried to get us a table at La Roma, but I thought of it too late and nothing was available. It’s not the same thing, but hopefully the lasagna comes close to what you like. For dessert, I picked up gelato from…”
His voice trailed off when her eyes went wide at the litany of things he’d done.
“Ethan…” she began, stabbing her fingers into her hair like she did when she was frustrated. And then she took a deep breath to center herself.
“I appreciate all this,” she spread her arms to indicate the romantic setting, “but I hate this day. I wasn’t kidding last year when I told you that. I know you don’t believe in it too, so I’m just lost as to why you went to all this trouble.”
Ethan flipped through his brain for the conversation they’d had after a visit to Naveen’s hospital room on Valentine’s Day and how his mentor had teased them about it. When they stepped out into the hall, she told him to never mention this day to her. Something to do with being made fun of because of her last name.
Given what had happened in Miami and their conversation in the lab about inevitability, Ethan had thought she was trying to save face and prevent any more awkwardness between them.
Looking at her now and the deadly serious expression on her face, he realized she hadn’t been doing anything of the sort. No wonder she didn’t say anything all week or even this morning during their coffee break at Derry’s.
As far as she was concerned, it really was just another day but sadly one where her family name was used as a greeting or a punch line. No wonder she hated it.
“I’m sorry, Cassie. I guess I got our signals mixed,” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “I love you?”
“Nice try,” she countered, “but that won’t get you off the hook. I do love that you did all this for me even though I know you hated it. But I’d rather celebrate another way.”
“What way is that?” he grinned, sensing the tension ease.
She leered and then nodded towards the windows. “Remember our first time? I want you to take me up like you did then, make it last as long as you can. Do what only you can do to me and make my world go black with desire. All night long.”
He stepped into her space. His hands framed her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as his blue eyes locked with her green ones. He swooped down to cover her mouth, his tongue darting inside to tangle with hers, capturing her moans. 
Her hands gripped his hips, pulling him close, pressing her body against his. He broke off the explosive kiss, panting as he tried to catch his breath. 
She reached for his belt, undoing the buckle before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Her hand slipped inside the opening to stroke him through his boxer briefs and he groaned, pushing himself into her eager fingers.
“Take them off,” she growled, pushing him back on to the couch. 
She climbed on top of him, her thighs straddling his. He lifted his hips as she pulled his pants down and then off, throwing them somewhere in the distance. 
His shirt was next as she unbuttoned it and spread it open, raking her fingers down his chest. She peppered kisses along his collarbone before drifting below to swirl her tongue over his nipples.
“I thought I was the one supposed to be seducing you,” he teased, head thrown back as she trailed kisses down his torso and slipped her fingers below the band of his underwear.
“You’ll get your chance,” she said, looking up at him with a wicked grin, her slumberous eyes half hidden beneath long lashes. “First I need to thank you properly for the lasagna, the wine, the gelato. Consider this the appetizer round.”
Before she could go further, he reached down to pull her back up and kissed her deeply. Keeping her locked against him, his lips moved urgently against hers, not letting up until they were both aching with want.
“If it’s the first time you’re after, Rookie,” he smirked, “I believe we need to change the scene.”
With that, he grasped her hips, holding tight as he stood up from the couch and carried her into the bedroom, setting her down in front of the wall-to-ceiling windows.
“Now, what did you say about dessert?” he said, gazing into her eyes, the smile curving her lips all too familiar.
“I believe you’re supposed to show me the view,” she challenged, leaning back against the glass and spreading her legs open.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he said, reaching for the hem of her dress and tugging it over her head, dropping it to the floor.
“Now that you’ve solved that pesky problem,” she teased, “what’s next?”
He pressed his body along her front, feeling the cold glass as he clasped her hands and raised her arms above her head, holding them against the window. His lips cruised over her jaw before tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue, enjoying the shivers that ran through her as he suckled one breast, then the other.
By the time he knelt in front her, her thighs were quivering from anticipation, her core glistening from desire. Impatient, she clutched the back of his head and tugged him close, offering herself. His mouth closed over her center, his tongue swirling the nub, stabbing inside as her moans rose.
He glanced up, his grip on her hands tightening so that she was forced to open her eyes and meet his gaze. Eyes locked together, he took her over the edge, catching her in his arms when she melted and her world went black.
Later, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, his arms wrapped around Cassie who was asleep, her head nestled into his shoulder. He thought back to the grand plans he’d made for today and silently laughed when he realized that only one thing had gone according to plan.
If this was how she preferred to celebrate Valentine’s Day from now on, or not celebrate it as the case may be, then he was very much along for the ride. 
He had finally found someone who challenged him in every way possible; someone he didn’t have to pretend with. And nothing said inevitable better than that.
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Hogwarts idea
Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw
Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.
love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)
(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)
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Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.
It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.
"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.
"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:
"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.
"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"
"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."
"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.
"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.
"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.
You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.
Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-
"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.
"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.
It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.
"Missed you today," he said softly.
"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.
"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.
"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.
"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.
"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."
And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.
You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).
He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.
You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.
Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.
Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.
It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.
It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.
"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.
"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."
"You're daft," you laughed.
"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.
You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.
"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.
"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"
"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.
It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.
Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.
The End
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god- l. laufeyson (part 2)
pairings: loki laufeyson x reader, platonic!tony stark x reader, mentions of nick fury warnings: language and minor angst about: part 2 to god a/n: i apologize for taking so long to post it, i was having trouble coming up with the little details and honestly just writing overall but it’s up!! and another bucky fic will be up tomorrow or saturday!!
loki is suspicious after you leave. in the- admittedly short- time he’s been shoved away and locked in a cage to rot, he had seen you all of two times, and he was enthralled. flabbergasted, too, surprised that a simple mortal managed to stay hidden in the deep parts of his brain and refuse to leave. you were… interesting, just as you had described him: not as a villain, or evil, or horrendous, but captivating; unbelieving that he would do anything for no good reason.
whether that was true or not was still up for debate, so he had yet to decide if you were incredibly intelligent or the simple, stupid mortal he thought you all to be. nevertheless, he found himself slightly disappointed when you left, waving goodbye to him and tucking your book under your arm. while he tried to dissolve the sensation, tony stark came bounding in, standing as close as he could to the glass barrier. stark barked words that loki didn’t care much for, ignoring the man. he could see you wince from inside the elevator, a sliver of your face still available from the closing doors.
“hey, hey!” stark barked, snapping his fingers at loki. the god tilted his head at him, “yes?” he asks, voice dripped in more annoyance than usual. “that girl who just came out of here?” stark started, while loki took a minute to examine his words, “girl,” was she not an accomplished avenger? he thought tony of all people would show the respect that loki thought none of them deserved. “if you even think about doing anything to her, i will bring in the big guy to slam you around some more. you remember him? or do you need a refresher?”
loki nearly scowls at the mention of hulk, body reminding the strange ache that was left after the oaf slammed him into the floor. he only chuckles lowly, though, “how much do you distrust a fellow avenger to believe they cannot handle themselves?” loki muses. tony scoffs, shaking his head, “i really don’t think you’re in a position to question me.”
“i’m a god. i am always in the position i wish to be in,” loki reminds, making tony roll his eyes, “you’ll never see her again if i can help it. and i can,” he says. “oh, but i like her!” loki rebuts, riling tony up, “so sweet, don’t you think?” tony freezes, abruptly turning around and slamming a hand against the glass, “you will not lay a hand on her. i’ll make sure of it.”
“i seem to remember midgardians can usually do as they please,” loki replies smoothly. “and you really think she’ll want to spend time with a monster?” tony questions. loki smirks, “i suppose i simply have a feeling.”
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tony is seething when he comes to your lab, having switched with steve to come talk to you. you’re humming along to a song he doesn’t bother to recognize. “you’re in a good mood,” tony observes. at the sound of his voice, you turn, taking your earbuds out and grinning at him. you press what he assumes is the pause button on your phone, “tony! i’ve actually been meaning to ask you something,” you begin. tony raises an eyebrow to tell you to continue. “it’s about loki,” you continue, anxious about his reaction. the man pauses, exhaling softly, “oh. i know what you want to- i’m so sorry for doing that to you, y/n. i promised that i wouldn’t put you with him and we should’ve been more prepared. it won’t happen again.”
the confusion is clear on your face, vocally affirming it with a “huh?”
“that’s what you wanted to talk about, right? babysitting loki?”
“well, yes, but no, it actually wasn’t bad, i wanted to bring up the idea of maybe allowing him books? or maybe music or something, i can’t imagine going from having any book at your fingertips to none at all. also, he’s not getting enough food and i wanted to talk to you abou-” tony stops you with a raised hand, “what?” you recognize the conversation won’t end too well, so you try to phrase your words in a way that tony won’t get too angry at. “i just- when i was watching him, i thought we could be a little less… cruel.”
“with the guy who tried to take over earth?” tony retorts, you sigh softly, already beginning to feel resigned. “he still deserves to eat,” you defend weakly, “come on, tony, please? i’ll watch over him myself when he’s listening to music or reading or eating and i’ll take it back when i have to leave.” tony shakes his head, “someone will always be watching, and it won’t be you.” you frown, “why? don’t you trust me? i’m an avenger, tony. i’m not weak or useless, it’s just watching over someone who is literally in a cage. he can’t even escape.” tony’s about to say no again, so you press, “how come nick fury- man who doesn’t trust- trusts me enough to do that but you don’t?”
tony’s fingers squeeze the space between his eyebrows, eyes closed. he contemplates the effects if he refuses, no doubt ending in the thinning-by-the-minute thread that is your trust in him completely snapping.
“fine,” he finally agrees, and your frustrated frown melts back into a relieved small smile, “but everything you give him has to go through someone else first. i don’t care if it’s fury or hill or romanoff or me, but it has to be approved.” you nod quickly, “yes, of course.” tony raises a finger, “and, you will watch him the whole time. you got yourself into this, kid. i trust you can protect yourself from him if you ever need to.” you agree, “absolutely, and, uh-” you reach into your bag, pulling out the book finnegan’s wake, and your old ipod, equipped with a single downloaded song and earbuds plugged in. “i actually have already chosen a book and a song that i think he would appreciate during the time he tells me himself what he would like and while it gets approved, and um,” you push the objects toward tony, a surprised look lining his features, “since you have time now… the ipod has only that one song and i doubt he can do anything with either of the items, although i’ll be here if he does.”
“you picked these out for him?” tony questions, and you nod again, “i don’t really know him, i doubt anybody does, but i thought james joyce was a good guess considering.” tony looks from the objects in your hand back to you, before sighing and grabbing them. “i want to break free?” he asks, holding up the ipod. you feel your cheeks heat, “music is hard, i went for the obvious.”
tony exhales, looking down at the book, “fine, both are approved.”
“what, you’re not gonna check to see if i carved out a hole into the book and put the tesseract in there so he could escape?” you ask sarcastically, taking back the items while he rolls his eyes. “no, i trust you.” you grin, “you better. there’s no reason for you to not,” tony agrees with you softly, genuinely feeling bad while he kisses your cheek in goodbye. “steve was just called on a mission and needs a replacement, so you better get down there. bowser isn’t in a good mood today.”
you huff out a light laugh at the nickname, cradling your dear books and tangling your fingers in the cords of the earbuds while you walk to the elevator. you catch your bottom lip between your teeth while you watch the numbers blink above the elevator doors, nerves from your choices finally making a home in the pit of your stomach and making your grip tighten on the items. you really don’t know him, and one of the few things that you do know about him is that he isn’t the nicest- although you think it probable that it was warranted- which begins the inkling of regret of your carefully-picked choice to form. you try your best to push past it though, attempting to reassure yourself through the fact that loki’s reading options are limited, and as evil as everyone (including him) claims he is, you suspect (hope) that there is something in him that can’t simply disregard kind gestures. you suppose that theory is from what thor has told you about frigga. you hope it’s correct.
the elevator dings, knocking your thoughts off their destructive railroad and your attention to the shield guard wearily eyeing you and what you carry. “hey, wally,” you greet, shooting him a smile as you walk over to him, pulling your id card from your pocket. “what’cha got there?” he asks, sitting up straighter in his chair to look closer at you. “a- already approved by tony stark- book and song for loki. you know how much he had access to in asgard?” you question. he shakes his head, and you sigh, “me neither. but i imagine it’s a lot, and i don’t think he’s been introduced to our books yet.”
wally stares at you for a few seconds, before pursing his lips, “already approved by stark?” he checks, “already approved by tony,” you repeat. “just no ear things. don’t want him to choke somebody,” he instructs, holding out his hand. you oh quietly, hurriedly pulling off the headphones and putting them in his hand. wally only nods then, trusting you enough to not ask for any more reassurance, and pressing a button next to him to allow you into another elevator. the ride is much shorter, and you bounce on your heels, fidgeting with the edge of the book.
you barely recognize when the doors part, the slick-haired god already examining you. “in asgard, it is strongly discouraged to damage books like you are doing,” loki states. you stop your picking, dropping your hand and walking inside. “hello to you too, loki.” the god ignores you, instead focused on what is in your arms. “i thought any pleasantries for you weren’t allowed down here,” he says, eyes focused on your ipod. “ah, not if you ask nicely,” you reply, standing next to the chair, “and, these aren’t for me.”
you set your own book down on the floor- a very cliche wuthering heights, but it was either that or romeo and juliet, and you’d prefer not get caught reading about a forbidden romance while watching a villain- and hold up the one for him, grinning. “so i don’t know much about asgard or its books because thor hasn’t budged yet on taking me, but from what i can gather, you have little to no media from here, right?” loki ducks his chin suspiciously in response. “so i can imagine you haven’t read shakespeare, or james joyce, which reminds me a lot of you, so…”
you offer no more explanation, putting the book on your chair and showing him the ipod, walking closer to the glass. “this is an ipod. it’s used to play songs offline, and i picked one out for you. i don’t know if you’ll like it because i don’t really know what type of music you like or if you like it at all-” you pause, finally recognizing how long it had been since he’d talked. “but, uh, i hope you do.”
you look up at him then, unsurprised to find him already staring back at you. “you did this for me… why?” he queries skeptically. “i told you before; i imagine it’s difficult to go from everything to nothing in a day. and i think it must be boring to be trapped in there all day with nothing to do.”
loki still looks distrustful, but you grab the book, pulling out the key card to open his food slot. “i can’t leave these in here after i leave, but i’ll stay until you finish both,” you assure, pushing the book through the small gap. your ipod is still in your hands as you walk back near him. he looks at you for a few moments longer before his eyes flick to the book. “and there are no… explosives? poison of some kind in that?”
you shake your head, “no, of course not.”
loki narrows his eyes at the paperback anyways, walking towards it apprehensively. “when you want me to, i can teach you how the ipod works and you can listen to the song. it’s by a rock band called queen,” you babble, watching as he slowly observes the book before picking it up at an even more leisurely pace.
“i��m going to go sit over there now. just let me know if you need something,” you can’t seem to stop talking, so you focus instead on your legs moving you back to your seat, picking up your novel before sitting. you’re about to ramble on about something else again, until you notice the publication in loki’s hands, slightly panicking at the immediate rush of satisfaction and happiness it gives you when he opens the first page.
you try to avoid the sound of turning pages when you stay stuck on the same sentence, too concerned about why your neck decided to warm when the god accepted your favor.
“you can play it,” loki voices suddenly, almost as if reading the loud thoughts about your decision on the song. he looks up at you, “reading is usually accompanied by light music, but i suppose i could listen to rock.”
you nod, pressing a button on the small device that makes the beginning notes bounce off the walls of the room. your fingers gently tap along to the beat on the edge of your page without your noticing, too used to the melody to not react. you try not to look too hard at loki to watch for his reaction, too interested if he’ll like it or not.
after the first minute passes by and he doesn’t object to the sound, you count this as a win, allowing yourself to relax into your chair and actually read the words lined on the page, discovering them to make a lovely combination. you only notice when the song ends when loki speaks up, “it is okay,” he compliments, “i enjoyed it. i think i’d enjoy your so called queen.” you chuckle softly, “i thought you would. do you have any favorites here so i can add them for next time?”
“no,” loki responds, not taking his eyes off the page. “i’ll find some for you, then,” you promise, then press play on the ipod again, not missing the tiny quirk of loki’s lips, making you way too giddy than you should be.
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after it has been over six hours and loki has barely finished finnegans wake, you’re completely sure he took extra time to read it; whether it be to absorb it better or simply have more time with it in his hands, you don’t care, pride swelling up in your chest because you did something right for him. he hadn’t complained about the repeated song, and you can’t blame him. the sounds are a lot more entertaining than the cold silence that usually occupies the space where he resides.
you ask loki more about what he thought, attempting to coerce him into telling you his preferences, until tony is calling you up.
you’re about to leave, both books and ipod in hand when you pause.
“y/n,” loki starts, and you realize it is the first time you’d hear your name out of his mouth. you decide you like how it sounds in his voice, not disregarding how you shouldn’t. “yes?” you answer instead, meeting his eyes. “thank you.”
you swallow, surprised at the genuinity in his voice while you nod, “it was no problem.”
loki finds it disturbing how much he dislikes seeing you walk away.
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kanene-yaaay · 2 years
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Talks, Teases and Tea
Warnings: I can’t think of any. They’re just talking about boundaries and lightly teasing and tickling ech other. Brief Ler!Aizawa and Lee!Hizashi with implied Lee!Toshinori. About 2500 words.
Kanene’s notes: Heya! I’ve been wanting to finish this fic for a while! I wanted to write a bit more about it because it is an interesting scenario but dfghjdfghjr I was already losing the tracks with this quite long fic, so, yay! I am glad I am finally sharing this w u all <3. I hope u like this ^v^
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Toshinori winced at his own smile, staring at the cup of tea in front of him with an intensity that wasn't really needed. His gaze flicked quickly across the two guests in the room, analysing the situation. Aizawa drank his tea slowly, partly oblivious to Hizashi, who kept drumming his finger on the tabletop in a rhythm he was sure he heard somewhere, humming a song. Their gazes locked together and Toshinori couldn't help the slight blush which traveled to his cheeks. They quickly averted their eyes.
Aizawa's loud, exasperated sigh flew across the room. "You two are ridiculous."
Hizashi and Toshinori broke down in giggles, not really denying the black haired teacher words, the acknowledgement of how they, professional heroes trained to act through the nervousness and pressure, just spent minutes deviating glares and blushing like teenagers in love making them only laugh harder.
"It's kind of silly, isn't it?" Yagi was the first to get himself together, softly smiling under Shouta's intense eyes.
"Yes." The aforementioned retorted. "But it's necessary."
"We can't say it isn't even a bit awkward, though." Hizashi contemplated, stirring a spoon on his untouched drink. His smile became wicked as he wiggled his fingers in front of Aizawa's face. "Aren't you nervous about sharing your deepest desires with us, Shou?"
He yelped as the other batted his hand away, scoffing, not unkindly. "Stop, you're scaring Toshinori."
The attention switched to the taller one. Showing vulnerability was difficult to all of them, but to the former number one hero it sometimes felt as if he would never be able to fully do it.
He was working on that.
"Oh, shit, sorry,  I didn't mean to."
"It's okay, Hizashi-san." Yagi scratched at his neck, wondering if the hot feeling painting his cheeks would ever disappear. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you with it." His grin was small, but honest.
Aizawa did his best to not get up from his chair and hide Toshinori on his capture weapon before he killed him with cuteness, just as he did with his cats. At his side, Hizashi made a show of placing his hands on his chest and crying "My heart!" dramatically as if he just got shot. All Might's face got even redder.
"Right." The erasure hero started before his urge became stronger. "Let's start with a safeword."
"Right." Yagi beamed, getting a small notepad in hands and hurrying to find a blank space on it. 
He looked up when no more suggestions filled the air, only to find a very amused green gaze staring right at him as the other grumbled something about not being awake enough for that and stole Hizashi's tea. "Toshi, dear, what are you doing?"
"I'm, uh, actually I…" He cleaned his throat. "My memory is kind of bad so I was wondering that I could, maybe, take notes?”
"Will they be coded?"
"Yes."
“Then I don’t care. Do what works for you.”
"Oooh," Yamada popped in, hands resting on the tabletop as his body inclined forward. "Clever! Such a clever idea! Can you teach it to me later? And let me take pictures?"
"O-of course, Hizashi-san."
Shouts huffed, amused. "You know he will use all that information against you, right?"
"Shhh! Shou, don’t expose my evil plan!"
"Maybe we could use the Spotlight system?" Yagi cut their bickering, knowing the lengths they could take their playfulness and he really doubted he would have the courage to finish this conversation another day.
"Bo-o-ring! We should choose something more unique and new! Something more like..." The blonde's eyes suddenly gathered a dangerous glint. "I am here."
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"No, no, no, Toshinori-san, hear me out, hear me out!" His words almost couldn't be understood across his crackles, the voice hero trying to make the Number One hero to stop hiding his face, knowing that any attempt of reasoning about this with Aizawa would be quickly ignored. "Think about it! Think carefully about it!"
The called one peaked between the fingers of the hand, opening his mouth to vehemently protest against the use of his hero persona’s trademark phrase, but then, in that exact moment Yamada pointed to Shouta.
Suddenly, a very clear image of his gloomy, reserved coworker, with a gigantic smile plastered on his face shouting "I am here!" between his frantic, low laughter filled his mind.
He took a steady breath.
"I am tempted," was his final verdict.
"Yes!"
"I refuse."
"Democracy is really a bitch isn't it?" Hizashi pouted in fake empathy. "I promise I won't tease you... too much."
"I can and will kill you both before that. I am an underground hero, I have my ways."
Yagi chuckled. "I still believe we could use the spotlight system, too. It's faster."
"Noo, Toshinori-san! We were almost winning!"
Aizawa flicked him on the forehead, lips quirking upwards before he sobered. "We also need a word to signal a need for a break and a non verbal one. That is not negotiable."
Hizashi blinked, red dusking his initially confident expression. "Oh, yeah, this is actually a very good idea."
"For the non verbal we could tap out?"
"Nope. I trash around too much, probably would do this without even realizing it…" How could Yamada talk so freely about this, Yagi would never truly understand. "Ah, I know! We could just snap our fingers!” He was fast to demonstrate his words. “Quick and easy!"
"And we could use Break as the other one, everyone agrees?" Aizawa nodded at the affirmative sounds said by the others. "Good. Bondage?"
Silence.
"I am… not very comfortable with it as the ler, but…" Hizashi drummed his fingers harder on the tabletop, stopping only when Aizawa gave his mug back, happy in occupying his antsy hands with it. "Sometime... When I am in a strong Lee mood, I like the light ones?"
"Always ask before, then." Yagi smiled kindly at him before scribbling that down. "Shouta-san?"
"Yes. Just not my arms."
"Right."
"And you Toshinori-san?"
The pencil stopped for a second. Yagi chuckled nervously. 
"...I don't really know."
He couldn't describe it. That not quite quite, but definitely there, feeling that accommodated on his chest everytime he thought about it.
"It's okay." Yamada reassured. "It's never too late to discover and try it! When you feel comfortable enough to do that, of course. Also, don’t forget: just one word and we will stop."
"This talk is important exactly because of that."
Warmth filled Yagi’s chest at care and the safety that flowed from each act, each word from the other two.
"Of course." His tune then became serious. When did he get so soft in the first place? "And, if any of your preferences change, warn me. This needs to be comfortable for all of us, right?"
"Will do."
Shouta hummed in agreement.
"Okay. Aaand what about petnames?"
Suddenly, Yagi was very, very happy for having that conversation in person and not through shy, quick messages in their shared group - how he first intended for it to be,- because otherwise he wouldn't have had the gold opportunity to watch how fast Aizawa’s face was able to blush entirely with a single sentence.
The Erasure Hero lifted his gaze, gave a quick glance between Hizashi’s smug expression and Toshinori’s truly awed one and immediately shrunk on his chair, arms crossed and grumpy grubbles being chewed under his breath, the red on his features still shining brightly. 
“Fuck.” Both of the other two integrants in the room snickered at the curse.
“Baaabeee.~”
“Shut up. I hate you.”
“My deeear, my adorably, adorable blushy toyy.~”
Shouta twitched in his place, an uncontrollable wobbly smile opening its way to his lips, butterflies jumping and dancing non stop on his stomach. He shrunk even further on the chair, refusing to hide his face only because he knew how much of a fuel that would be for both blondes.
(And, maybe because deep down, he liked the attention he was receiving.) 
“I am going to leave.”
“Aww, why? The serious, grumpy Shouta can’t stand letting his bestest friends knowing that he is actually a soft, adorable, flustered-” at each adjective Hizashi ignored the other’s - admitelly fake - sharp gaze in order to poke his stomach with every word. “-little wiggle lee?”
It took just a blink of an eye. In a second Yamada was tormenting him, having an absolute blast with the way Shouta’s blush was travelling all the way to his neck, chest shaking with his attempts to trap the bubbling giggles inside, and, on the other, the underground hero used their proximity to grab the Voice Hero’s hand and twist him so the blond would be trapped on his arms, a surprised high pitched sound flying the air.
“I would be very careful with my next words, if I were you.” The black haired hero adjusted them so his low tune would hit directly Hiazhi’s unprotected, and also very sensitive, ears, that act alone being able to fish more whining noises from the blond.
“And you.” Toshinori couldn’t help the way his soft smile turned into a nervous one when those black, deep eyes stared directly on the bottom of his soul, the redness of his face taking some of the sharpness of his words, however. “Don’t think you’re out of danger just because there is a table between us. We know I’m faster.”
“I wouldn’t dream about it, Shouta-san.” Yagi replied with an amused placating gesture, his entire face filled with softness. “I was just appreciating how considerate and attentive it was from Hizashi-san’s part to bring up such an important topic and also how great it was for you to let him have some fun before your immediate reaction.”
He watched with a sweet interest and a polite faked confusion, as if he couldn’t understand the impact his words and the implications they held, as their faces were set on flames again with his blunt honesty. 
“You’re on thin fucking ice.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shouta-san!” The former number one hero chipped before innocently writing down a few more lines on his notes.
“Yagi-san!” Yamada whined. “I thought we were a team! Partners in crime! Two forces that gathered together to bring Shouta down. How could you betray me like that?!”
Toshinori just grinned free of any guilt, not taking long before he sobered again. “Is there, however, any nickname you’re not comfortable with, Shouta-san, Hizashi-san?”
The one with vivid green eyes seemed lost in thought for a moment, so the underground hero’s grumbles were easily noticed in the sudden silence.
“Just don’t call me any variation of ‘pet’ and you’ll be fine.”
“Thank you.” Toshinori replied, writing that information down as well.
“Oh, yeah, I just remembered something. It’s not really a nickname and more of a situation? I think it can be called that?” Hizashi cocked his head to the side, fingers tapping on the temple of his glasses. “I mean, it’s not the topic here and I can wait for when talk about it, of course! I just literally remembered it-”
“Hizashi. Spill it.”
“Right. Okay. Hm, don’t call for help while we’re at it?”
Shouta furrowed his eyebrows, not really getting the reason for the wish. His gaze found Yagi’s one and found confusion there as well, however both were quick to let it be buried  away by understanding.
If Hizashi wanted to share his reasoning in the future, he would. It was not in their place to question his boundaries.
“Of course, dear.”
Hizashi could barely describe the warm, nice feeling filling his chest when he heard Toshinori calling him that, immediately melting when Aizawa gave his back a few light scratches, not enough to tickle, but just the nice tad of a good, comforting gesture.
“Softies, softies. All of you.” He sing sang cheerfully at them.
A squeeze on his tummy made a loud squeal cut any other teasing he might come up with. “I can show Yagi how soft you can be.” Aizawa purred, his hands slowly crawling to strategic, ticklish spots on his belly and thighs. 
“Shouta. Shouta, wait! Y-you know I was only kidding, my dear, my sunshine, my old pal, my very kind, very, very forgiving friend!” Yamada’s wiggles become stronger, titters spilling from his lips in between his pleas, body squirming and trying to escape from the other’s still strong hold.
“Don’t think you will able to escape so easily, not after the whole ‘petnames’ topic you decided to bring up.” His titters evolved to fast giggles when Aizawa decided it would be a good idea to place surprising pokes and prodding on his skin. “Also, a serious, sad face doesn’t fit you.”
“We stihihill have to finish the conversation!” Aizawa hummed, not convinced. “Yagi, my hero, tell him!”
Toshinori wouldn’t point himself as a coward, really. He had faced and battled against all kinds of villains with a reassuring smile and a booming laughter on the tip of his tongue, he had survived a meeting with Nedzu and Gran Tourino’s training.
However, as Aizawa’s smirk was thrown in his direction in sync with a sharp, playful gaze, he couldn’t stop the excited squeak that escaped from his mouth.
Also, at the scene of a previously smug Yamada giggling himself silly and staring at him with a fake pout, maybe he couldn’t help but feel a little playful, as well. Besides, even though he would deny it until his end days, Yagi knew how much soft Aizawa truly was when it came to the people he cared about, therefore the underground hero would be careful to not cross any of the blond’s boundaries. 
“Oh, my, it seems like the tea is cold.” He got up, gathering the cups on his arms. “Maybe we could take a deserved break before discussing the rest of the topics, right? I will make more tea.” And he grinned, light and innocently, at Hizashi’s energetic protests, which grew more less like words and more like a mess of laughter, snorts and giggles as the tallest friend directed himself to the kitchen.
After a few more minutes of tickles, Aizawa stared at the smiley mess on his hold with a dangerous shine on his eyes.
“You’re really a tickle monster, aren’t you?” Hizashi chuckled.
“It’s not my fault that he really believes he can escape from the same fate of yours.”
Yamada huffed a laugh, lightly smacking his arms. “Go. But soon enough I will catch my breath, so don’t forget to watch your back. ~”
Aizawa gave his hips a warning pinch before snorting as he got up, looking at the kitchen’s direction with a smirk on his face. “Good luck with that.”
Needless to say, they had a very giggly break.
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mxxnlitwonders · 3 years
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c’mon pretty boy — miya atsumu
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✎ gender. uhm neutral? but female parts are used ✎ contains. pegging, dom!reader, aka atsumu’s a little bratty :3c but i didnt focus on it that much, degradation and praising (giving), oral (giving and receiving), face-riding, little bit of edging, aftercare!!!, bad grammar (i think i switched between tenses hng) ✎ wc. 5.8k (im so sorry)
✎ summary. you’ve always been more of a switch, and you really want to, well, switch, things up. It’ll just take some convincing when it comes to your dear boyfriend.
✎ ameris’ notes. repost from my other blog! owo lil special thanks for nidae back when they helped me a bit with this fic <3
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The shatter of the mug echoed through the kitchen, but your form stayed still, sipping your cup of coffee as you stared at Atsumu’s appalled face across the room. His hands frozen and the back of his head still facing you. 
“What?” He nearly murmured, turning to face you. 
Gently and calmly, you set the cup on the table as you uncrossed your legs. Perhaps you should have waited for Atsumu to sit at the table across from you, but what’s done is done. 
Eyeing the remains of the mug on the floor, you stood back up to meet Atsumu’s brown eyes. 
“I wanna peg and dom you,” you said again, then pointed to the mess on the floor. “Also you’re cleaning that up.” 
Atsumu grimaced, “Hell no.” Carefully, he tiptoed around the shattered pieces to grab a broom and dustpan to clean it up. He was thankful that the mug wasn’t filled with coffee yet. 
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” You grinned at him as you leaned against the kitchen counter, resting your chin on your hand. He crouched down to pick up the pieces but gave you a wary side glance. 
Atsumu knew that your eyes were on him like a hawk. The two of you guys were together long enough that you knew his every tell. And he knew it. Sometimes, you knew him better than you knew yourself. You were there for him for most of his life, from losing to Karasuno at Nationals during second year, to the falling out you two had in third year, to reconnecting a year after graduation, and finally to when he got scouted by the MSBY Black Jackals when he finally asked you out. 
The point is, Atsumu knew that you knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea of you taking control in the bedroom. And he knew you knew that he knew. 
“What size do you want?” You asked the setter, already scrolling through an adult sex toy website on your phone. 
“I never said I wanted to get pegged,” Atsumu replied, standing back up to throw the remains away. He had to walk past you to toss it into the trash and suddenly he became more and more aware of the predatory gaze you had on him. 
Biting your bottom lip, you set your phone down and trailed your eyes over his broad shoulders, to his slim waist (at least compared to the rest of him), and his ass. Atsumu’s thighs were nice too, no doubt, except with the gray sweatpants he had on it was hard to admire. But damn, did you want to ruin him. 
Slowly you walked up to your boyfriend and as he turned to face you, suddenly surprised by your presence, you set your hands on his hips, your eyes settling on his chest before going up to his eyes. Atsumu swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing along. Your lust-filled eyes almost scaring him. 
Your hands squeezed his hips, bringing him closer to you. A smirk made its way onto your face when you felt his hardened length against you. 
“Yeah, but I think you like the idea of it, don’t you?” Leaning up with your breath ghosting over his ear you whispered, “You’d love getting fucked in the ass and you’d love being a good boy, just for me, wouldn’t you, baby?” You made sure to grind into his hips when the last syllable left your mouth. 
A low groan rumbled over Atsumu but you suddenly took a step back, an innocent smile on your face being the total opposite to the mood of what was happening just a few seconds ago. 
For once, Atsumu swallowed his pride, knowing that you wouldn’t do anything without his explicit consent. 
“Surprise me. On the size...” he murmured the last part, looking off to the side. 
“Yay!” You cheered in an extremely jarring change of tone, immediately picking up your phone to continue to scroll through for a strap-on. 
Atsumu huffed, slightly pissed off that you just left him hanging. Whatever, he’ll make you help him out. Leaving you to your own devices, he settled onto the couch and turned on the TV. That is, until you spoke up once more. 
“In the meantime, do you want me to help you with your little problem?” You asked, your voice ever so slightly condescending. His cock strained against his sweatpants and Atsumu couldn’t help but shift around his pants, feeling ever so slightly uncomfortable. Especially with how your eyes rest on the obvious tent. 
But you wanted to play around a bit, test the waters. 
“Yeah baby, why don’t you help me out?” Atsumu smirked, trying to regain control only for him to slightly falter once he saw the frown on your face. 
“Sorry baby,” you walked up to him, caressing his face to make him stare up at you, “only good boys get taken care of.” You ruffled his blonde hair before walking away. There was a little sway in your hips as you walked into your shared bedroom and Atsumu knew that he was so fucked. Literally. 
Of course, he shut off the TV to quickly follow you into the bedroom, stumbling over himself on the way. 
Atsumu’s presence could be described as large, to put it simply. 
He’s a professional volleyball player for one thing, so he was taller than the average person. He’s more than fit too, with his broad shoulders and large thighs. Physically, he took up a lot of room. And even then, Atsumu was loud. His personality took up the entire room whenever he could. 
So to see you staring down at him with a hunger in your eyes that he’s never seen before. Shit, for the first time in his life he’s felt small. And fuck does he like it. Loved it, even. 
Not that he’ll ever admit it. 
Not with the way you stood between his legs and how you tilted his chin to look up at you. God forbid he ever admits to being into this. 
“Bet by the end of this, you’ll be so tired I’ll have to take care of you,” Atsumu smirked up at you but instead, your other hand pulled sharply on his hair, yanking him back. You bent down, your lips ghosting against his. 
“If you keep acting like a brat I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum,” you scold, “only good boys get to cum.” 
With that said, you shoved him back by his shoulders, causing him to fall onto the bed with a light plop. To Atsumu’s distaste, you walked away. But when he saw you grab the strap on and the lube that came with it? He could swear he felt his cock twitch in his sweats. 
You set the items on the bed for easier access as you moved to straddle him. You purposely grinded down onto his already hard member and bent down to give him a soft, short kiss, only to move your lips away. You smirked, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes as he desperately tried to kiss your lips. 
“Does my pretty boy want to kiss me?” 
His hand moved from your hips to the back of your head but you immediately slapped it away, pinning the arm down beside his head as you glared. 
“If you keep acting like a pathetic brat, you won’t cum at all tonight,” you threatened. “Just because of that keep your hands to yourself, okay? ‘Tsumu.” Atsumu’s breath hitched. You knew what kind of effect you had on him. You felt him subtly grind into your core just then, but you’d let it slide. After all, the way he was uncharacteristically quiet because of you made you feel a little bit too powerful. 
Slowly, you trailed your hands down his chest, grazing over his nipples before playing with the hem of his shirt. Tapping Atsumu’s side, silently telling him you wanted to take it off, he shifted himself to make it easier and you quickly pulled off his shirt. 
You took a deep breath, admiring him underneath you. 
“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” And shit, Atsumu really did have a praise kink because all he wanted was for you to keep on complimenting him, praising him, to call him your pretty boy. 
“Are you just going to stare at me?” Atsumu smirked, his voice slightly wavering. He hoped you didn’t notice, you did.
“I could,” you replied, your hands slightly hovering over his chest, barely touching him, “I could touch myself, make myself cum as I stare at your pretty body. But that would mean you don’t get to cum. I don’t think you’d want that, would you?” Your hand slid down his abdomen, your finger tracing over the ‘v’ shape lines. You knew he wanted you to touch him, especially with the way he was pressing up into your core. 
Wanting a little bit of relief yourself, you grinded down into him, a slight moan leaving both your and his mouth. 
“Shit, st-stop fucking teasing!” Atsumu growled, tossing his head back slightly. 
You clicked your tongue, “I give the orders here, baby. Not you.”
Climbing off of him, you gestured for him to move further back onto the bed to get into a more comfortable position. Atsumu sat there, watching you as you slowly took off your top and pants, leaving you bare with just a matching lace bra and panties. His favorite ones; the ones that he loved to tear off of you. And you knew it. 
You moved onto the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight as you went to sit between his legs. Atsumu felt incredibly vulnerable with your gaze on the obvious tent in his sweatpants, but he felt safe, comfortable.
Your finger traced over the tent lightly, Atsumu rutting his hips up to get more of your touch but you quickly pulled your hand away. Instead, your hand dipped below his waistband, dragging down both his briefs and pants and tossed the clothes to the side, freeing his hard member as it slapped against his stomach. Trails of precum left on his stomach and Atsumu stared down at you, waiting for your touch. 
“You look so pretty like this,” you sighed out, your hand finally wrapping around his hard cock, your thumb swiping over his red tip to spread the precum. Leaning up, you pressed your lips against his and he immediately reciprocated, pressing back even harder against you. You bit his bottom lip, causing him to groan as you continued stroking his cock, his hips ever so slightly thrusting into your fist. You slipped your tongue into his mouth before you pulled away, a string of saliva connected your mouth and Atsumu’s. 
Your grip tightened as you stroked a little faster and a groan left his mouth, tossing his head back. 
“Fuck, feels good,” he moaned out. 
“Yeah, pretty boy?” You asked. Before Atsumu could reply, you ducked your head down, placing a languid kiss against his red tip. Then a small kitten lick against the beads of precum that gathered at the tip. Atsumu let out a choked moan, wanting more from you but he bit his lip, he wasn’t about to let you hear him beg, he knew he’d lose if he begged. But you weren’t about to lose either. 
Slowly, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and moved your head down his shaft until you felt Atsumu hit the back of your throat. It was difficult taking all of him in your mouth, since Atsumu was on the larger side but it was easier now after a bit of practice. 
Breathing through your nose, you hollow your cheeks and begin bobbing your head up and down his cock. Atsumu tried holding back his moans but when you slightly slapped his hip, he finally let out every pretty noise that was only for your ears. Your hands began stroking the parts of him that you couldn’t reach as your jaw began hurting. But you were determined to make Atsumu cum and with the way his thighs tensed and his moans getting louder as he pleaded for you to let him cum, you knew he was well on his way. 
You take your mouth off of him, to his disappointment, but when your hand takes over, stroking him how he likes it all thought leaves his head. 
“Your moans sound so pretty, baby,” you murmured against his lips before kissing him and swallowing his moans. You couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto your lips as he began thrusting up into your fist and with how he couldn’t focus on kissing you. Instead, he pulled away letting out a loud groan as he felt his peak approach. 
Until you stopped your strokes and Atsumu let out the saddest of whines which made you want to spoil him. But you wouldn’t. 
“Fuck, I was so close,” Atsumu panted. 
“Gotta beg for it, baby, I don’t know how much you want to cum,” you replied. Atsumu scowled at you but you could only smile back at him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Especially with how you decided to wrap your hands around his hard cock again, slowly stroking up and down his shaft. 
Atsumu let out more moans and he knew that you already won. He knew that you wouldn’t let him cum, would make him edge for the rest of the night and as much as he liked the idea of that, maybe it’d be better off if it was for another night.
Another night, meaning he was definitely going to let you do whatever you pleased to him again after this. 
“Fuck,” he gasped out your name, feeling you speed up your strokes, your thumb swiping over his tip. He thrusted his hips up into your fist, felt his thighs tensing and his peak was coming close again. Faster this time as you had just edged him. Just as you were about to edge him once he finally let out the words you’ve been wanting to hear.”
“Let me cum, please, I—fuuuck—“ he choked on his words, letting out a loud, desperate groan. “‘S’close, I want to—want to cum.” 
Knowing that was the best you were going to get out of him, for now, you continued stroking his hard member, your grip tightening just a little bit. You were sure to focus on giving his tip the attention it needed as well. And then his eyes rolled back into his head, a loud moan escaping his mouth that vaguely sounded like your name and spurts of white cum painted your hand and his stomach. 
You stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his member slowly softening. When Atsumu put his hand on your wrist, trying to pull you away from him to prevent overstimulation, you smiled up at him. 
“Good boy, you look so good cumming like that, ‘Tsumu. So pretty, all for me,” you leaned up to give him a chaste kiss. You pulled away, staring at him with half lidded eyes before kissing him again. 
Atsumu lived for your kisses, with the way you were nibbling on his bottom lip to the way your tongue swiped into his mouth, how you slightly suckled on his tongue. If it was possible, he could live off of your kisses but he was only human, still in need of air and still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. So he pulled away.
His brown eyes stared into yours, as you stared at him with innocent eyes. You brought your hand up to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the cum that fell on your hand and you smiled. 
“Always taste so good, baby,” you moved your hand towards him, telling him to lick what was left and he hesitantly did what he was told. Atsumu’s cock was already hardening once more from how dirty this was. 
“So, are ya gonna fuck me already or what?” He asked, eyeing the strap-on that sat on the bed. 
You clicked your tongue, “Gotta be patient baby. Besides,” you pushed him down gently onto the bed, stripping off your panties and bra before climbing to straddle his waist, “you’re gonna make me cum with your tongue, okay pretty boy?”  Immediately, his hands went to caress your breasts but you slapped them away, pinning them beside his head. 
“No touching until I say so,” you chastised Atsumu, “now make me cum or I’ll leave you exactly like this.” You reach back to lightly stroke his cock before pulling away, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth. 
Before Atsumu could give you any type of remark, you had already climbed towards the top of the bed, settling your legs beside his head. 
Atsumu stared up at your glistening folds, his hands already automatically trying to grab your hips to bring you down to his mouth. Repeating your actions from before, you were quick to swipe his hands away. 
“Remember what I said, pretty boy,” you scolded. With that, he slowly set his hands back onto the bed, gripping the sheets and you lowered yourself onto his face. One of your hands buried in his hair and the other on the headboard. 
Hesitantly, Atsumu licked his tongue through your folds from your entrance to clit, a pleased moan leaving his mouth as he tasted you and he was sure not to miss your gasp. You pull on his hair a little harder, slowly grinding your hips down on his mouth, following his tongue against your core. 
“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so-fuck!” you desperately cried out as he brought your clit into his mouth, suckling on it then going back to licking through your folds. Your grip on his hair tightens as you begin bucking your hips against him, breathy moans filling the room. 
His tongue trails down from your clit to your entrance, thrusting in you as one of his hands moved to then replace his tongue. You’d be sure to punish Atsumu another time because fuck was he putting his mouth to good use for once. He slipped in two of his long, thick fingers into your wet hole that’s a mix of your slick and his own saliva. He moves his mouth back to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bud and suckling against it as his strong setter fingers stroked inside you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you so easily and so well. 
“Fuck, yes, I’m almost-” you felt the pressure in your core building up and your thighs tensing up. A desperate whine left your lips as you finally hit your climax. Atsumu stroked you through your orgasm, letting you ride his face until your grip on his hair loosened up and you slowly got off of him. 
A sense of pride and admiration flowed through you as soon as you saw your slick coat the sides of his mouth and chin. Sitting slightly up, Atsumu grinned at you as he placed his fingers into his mouth, sucking and cleaning his fingers of your juices before pulling them out with a ‘pop’. 
Grasping him by the back of his head, you pulled him towards you, placing a passionate kiss against his mouth. Your tongue stroking his lips before he parted to let you taste yourself against him. Atsumu moaned against you when one of your hands moved to twist one of his nipples between your fingers. 
You pulled away, a smirk very apparent on your face as he flushed red, “So you like that more than you let on, huh.” You recalled the few times you’ve given his nipples attention in the past, him often pulling your hand away but he’d always bring you into a kiss right away instead. Probably to hide his pink-tinted cheeks. 
Atsumu pursed his lips before you moved to kiss his jawline, then began leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his neck, suckling here and there to leave marks. You made your way down his chest, making sure to lightly play with his nipples with your fingers until your lips found its way onto his chest. You pull the perked bud in between your lips, sucking and lightly nibbling. You stared up at Atsumu, who let out light, breathy moans with his eyes shut. 
You pulled away, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube, the cap opening up with a click. Atsumu opened his eyes at the sound, then watched you closely. You patted his knees and Atsumu layed back on the bed, spreading his legs open. 
“You alright?” You asked, watching as he seemed a bit uneasy. 
Atsumu would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. On one hand, he wanted to prove that he could take your cock. On the other, he’s the one usually doing the fucking. But fuck he really, really, liked feeling like putty because of you. 
He felt your hands caress his legs up to his waist, “Relax baby-” you kissed him at the crown of his head “-we can always stop if you’re uncomfortable.” But Atsumu shook his head with a huff. 
“Can’t lose to you,” he argued. You lightly chuckled, knowing that was just a way for him to convince himself that you fucking him? Wasn’t going to make him less than. And if his conversations with Bokuto and Hinata in the locker room were any indication, he was clearly the one winning. 
“Alright,” you grab one of the pillows on the bed, telling him to lift his hips as you slide it snuggly underneath him. You moved to sit between his legs, tapping on them. 
“Hold yourself open, pretty boy,” you ordered softly. Atsumu placed his hands under his knees, spreading his legs open for you and watched as you stared down at his puckered hole. You traced your finger around it, Atsumu slightly jolte and you chuckled softly to place a kiss on his thigh, murmuring reassuring words to the man. 
With the bottle of lube, you poured a generous amount on your fingers before moving to slowly insert a finger into his hole. You kissed his thigh again, asking Atsumu if he was alright. 
“Y-yeah,” he breathed out. He was about to ask you to move but instead bit his tongue. The feeling of your finger in him was... Foreign, to say the least. But it wasn’t unwelcome. With the way you fingered him gently was different to how you’ve been treating him every now and then this past session. 
“Ah-!” Atsumu gasped out in pleasure when you placed another finger into him, even pouring a bit of lube to help ease the stretch. You kissed him again, distracting him from any discomfort as you stretched him for what was to come. Your fingers stroked his insides, scissoring every so often to try to open him up wider. 
You pulled away, glancing at his face to make sure he was alright before he told you to keep going. You smirked, kissing the tip of his nose before you went to kiss his chest once more, leaving dark red marks. He’d have to change quickly if he wanted to avoid any teasing from his teammates in the locker room. 
Sliding one more finger into him, Atsumu moaned. You separated your mouth from his chest, smiling at the marks before staring up at him, your fingers sliding in and out much more easily as you spread him open. 
“You like that baby?” You asked, leaning back to stare at him in all his glory. His cock was painfully hard, dripping with precum with an achingly red tip. With your free hand, you lightly stroked him before placing a languid kiss on his tip before sitting back up and pulling your hand away. “Okay, pretty boy, do you think you’re ready?” 
Atsumu nodded his head, not trusting his voice. You kissed his thigh again before taking your fingers out, watching as his hole fluttered around nothing. Atsumu was about to let his legs down again but you held them both back.
“Be a good boy for me and keep yourself open, baby,” you told him then climbed off the bed to put on the strap on a little easier. Atsumu watched as you placed your legs through the harness, watching as the dildo hung from your hips as you snuggly put it on. Admittedly, you looked really good, to put it simply. And, he was glad you picked one that wasn’t too girthy but still somewhat long. It wasn’t too intimidating as you slid back onto the bed, grabbing the lube bottle once more to coat the dildo before tossing the bottle to the side. 
You settled between his legs once more, your hands caressing his thighs before settling onto his hips. 
“Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” you said softly, as you stared down into his brown eyes. 
“Yeah, yeah, just fuck me already,” Atsumu replied. You rolled your eyes, slapping his bare cheek. He was definitely ready but trying to hide his nerves. “Unless you’re too tired.” 
You glare at him, already grabbing the dildo to place at his entrance and pressed your hips forward. Atsumu hissed which quickly turned into a moan as you slowly filled him up. You made sure to go slow, stopping every so often to rub soothing motions on his thigh and making sure he was alright. Each time he’d give you the go ahead you made sure to whisper him praises, telling him how much of a good boy he was being. 
When your hips pressed into him, signaling that you were all the way in, you stilled. 
“You’re so good for me baby, taking me all so well,” you murmured, leaning down to give him a kiss on the corner of his lips. His eyes were shut as he controlled his breathing. Atsumu was admittedly more nervous than he thought but he was enjoying this a lot more than he thought. 
Opening his eyes to stare up into you, he shakily said, “You can move.” 
Your eyes flickered over his face, trying to see if there was any discomfort or any part of him that was even lying to try to show that he could take you. Once you couldn’t find anything of the sort, you slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip in before gently pushing back in. 
As you began to find a sort of rhythm, gradually going from gentle thrusts to rough thrusts, Atsumu lightly panted, purposely preventing himself from trying to let out any moans for your satisfaction. 
With a newfound passion, you angled your hips to deliberately hit his prostate and finally you heard him let out a choked moan. 
“Fu-fuck! Ah-baby please, I—fuuckk,” Atsumu dragged out the last words, tears gathering in his eyes as he held up his legs by the back of his knees a little more. Your hand gripped his hips harder, your nails surely leaving marks. Another hand sprawled on his chest, lightly scratching over his toned body and over his nipples. 
With every sharp thrust into his desperate hole, hitting the spot that is making him see stars, his hard member slapped against his abdomen, leaving streaks of precum along with his previous orgasm. The tip of his cock was so red and pretty that you couldn’t help but move your hand down to lightly stroke it. Incoherent moans continued leaving his mouth as your thumb rubbed over his tip, spreading his precum more. 
“Yeah? You look so fucking pretty like this,” you breathed out, groaning when a particular thrust just sucked you back in. “What a pretty boy, taking my cock so well. Who knew you could be a good boy.” 
“Ahh- fuck!” his words bleeding into a moan as you gripped his cock a little tighter, stroking him a little faster. The sharp pain in his hips grew numb as you continued holding him up, thrusting harder. A satisfied laugh escaped your mouth as you felt him grind his hips up into you.
“You like this? Huh?” You asked, a condescending tone lacing around your tongue. “You like it when I fuck your tight hole so much that you’re holding your legs open. What a slut. My. Little. Slut.” Atsumu could feel his peak coming, the heat in his core building up and his thighs were shaking for the second time that night. 
Atsumu bit the bottom of his lip, trying to hold back any moans. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of how he felt from hearing you talk to him like that. No, not at all. Nev—
A sharp pain against his ass cheek caused him to gasp out but you were quick to rub over the mark, soothing him. 
“Don’t be a brat, come on pretty boy, let me hear your moans,” you rolled your hips into his and Atsumu knew he was close. So, so, so, close. “Or I won’t let you cum.” Your thrusts began to slow down and instead of pumping his cock like you were earlier, you gripped the base of his shaft. 
“Fuuuuck, I’ll be good,” Atsumu caved in, begging so desperately, “I’ll be a good boy for you please, I need to cum.” He let go of his legs, immediately wrapping them around you instead to rut his hips into you. His hands sprawled beside his head as he turned to look to the side, too embarrassed at giving you full control. 
“Good boy,” you murmured and began thrusting harder, faster into him. You intertwined your hand with his when you bent down, kissing the marks you’ve left on his chest. A smirk appeared on your face as you heard him moan. “My little prince.” 
Atsumu’s other hand found its way onto your shoulder at the same time as your hand moving down to stroke his aching cock. 
The two of you hissed at the same time; Atsumu for the added sensations and you as he dug his nails onto your back. There were definitely going to be marks left on your back but you didn’t mind. Not with the way Atsumu’s pretty face was scrunching up in pleasure, the desperate moans that left his mouth as he continued to try to meet each of your thrusts. 
And—oh fuck—with his tongue hanging out from his mouth like he’d always do while playing on the court, shit. You felt like you could cum right there and then with the way his eyes rolled back into his head. 
“Shit, ‘m gonna-” Atsumu let out a whine, unable to finish his sentence as he came all over you and his stomach. His legs tightened his hold around you and you slowed your thrusts with your hand stroking his cock, letting him ride out high. 
When Atsumu’s legs loosened around you, you fully pulled out, watching as his chest heaved with every breath he took. You rubbed circles on his hips, especially over the marks left by your nails. The stinging on your back was still there, but you’d be sure to check them out tomorrow morning. 
“Good boy,” you murmured, licking off the cum off your hand before leaning down to softly say against his lips, “Such a good fucking boy, just for me.” 
You finally kissed him, tilting your head for a deeper kiss, running your hands up his sides as you continued giving him small praises against his lips before kissing him again. Finally pulling away, you admired your handiwork. The many marks left on his skin would surely make him the slightest bit mad, albeit jokingly (somewhat), tomorrow but damn did they look good on him. 
“How was it?” You asked, smiling as you comfortably shifted back into your casual personality. 
Atsumu let out a heavy sigh, tossing his head back against the bed, “ ‘Sgood.” 
“Just good?” Atsumu brought his head up, glaring at you which made you laugh. This was as good as it was going to get but with that gleam in his eyes, you knew this wouldn’t be the last. 
You lightly slap his thighs before moving off the bed and promptly taking off the harness, “Alright big boy, let's get you cleaned up. You weren’t uncomfortable at all?” Worry flickered through your eyes as you watched Atsumu push himself onto his arms. You sat beside him on the edge of the bed, interlocking your hands with him as you searched his face. 
“No, I’m just surprised you had enough energy to fuck like that, thought you were more of a, well, pillow baby.” 
You shrugged, “I just wanted to switch things up.” A grin made its way onto your face as Atsumu groaned, falling back onto the bed and letting go of your hand. You laughed as he threw insults at you for that terrible pun, getting up to grab a few wet and warm towels to wipe him down. You also set the water for the bath as well before heading back to help clean him up. 
As the two of you prepared for the night an hour later, with Atsumu resting his head on your chest as you ran your hands gently through his surprisingly soft, blond hair, you asked him if he’d want to do it again. 
Silence filled the room until Atsumu lifted his head to look up at you. 
“If ya wanted to fuck me that badly you could just ask y’know,” he replied smugly. You placed your hand on his face, shoving him away but his grip around your torso tightened, trying to keep you close to him. 
“Agh, okay okay, fine stop pushin’ me,” Atsumu protested trying to lick your hand to get you to stop. You pulled your hand away (not because of his childish antics), wiping your hand on his shirt with a sigh. 
He rests his head against your chest once more, “But, fine. I... wouldn’t mind it.” He whispered the last part into your chest. 
You hummed lightly, the corner of your lips turning up, returning your hand to thread it through his locks. Now you had something to look forward to and damn were you glad that you saw that one notification on his phone. The one with his shared chat with Hinata, Bokuto, and Sakusa. And specifically the notification about Bokuto directly addressing Atsumu about how “he’s always wanted to try pegging, too.”
You’d have to thank Bokuto later. 
***
“Babe, are you kidding me?” Atsumu shouted from the bedroom. You raised your brow, sipping your coffee before setting it down on the dinner table to walk into the shared room. 
Upon walking into the room, Atsumu was staring at himself through the mirror, his shirt through his arms but the rest of the torso bare and you could tell he was getting ready for his morning run. But what surprised you when walking in was the actual amount of hickies and marks you left over his chest with a few coupled on his neck. 
He turned his head quickly towards you, his blond hair swaying a bit. 
You sheepishly grinned with a shrug, “Oops?” 
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a/n: hi. its missing changjin hours also now I am addicted to poly r/ship fics so here is what my brain came up with hehe (pic creds to OPs!) 
what you heard | reader x changjin 
Pairing: self insert, hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader x seo changbin 
Genre: smut w/ fluffy tones 
Tags: poly r/ship, comfort fic, outdoors sex, friends to lovers, discovery of feelings, idiots in love, with a lil bit of comedy, college au, teehee switch!changbin, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, they’re all kinda fighting for dominance muhaha (its those bestie vibes ahaha), bratty behavior on all sides, jinnie kinda flips a switch when he gets in the mood (hehe pun intended), spitroasing (r), unprotected sex (stay safe!), sex under the stars hehe, penetration and fingering (r), oral (r & m), face fucking, cumshot, cum eating, that good, good makin’ out, soft and intimate body touching hell yeah, fluffy ending
Word count: 6.8k 
Recommended listening: what you heard by Sonder 
If there was something that you and your two bestfriends were the best at, it was getting your heart broken. 
Hopeless romantics you all were, in one way or another. In fact, it would take even more than your set of three hands to count the number of times that the three of you had come over with a broken heart, seeking ice cream, hugs, or plates to break. 
Changbin was the kind to fall in love slowly, but when he did, it consumed him, and everything that he was. He would become convinced that there was no one better for him in the whole world. He would spend sleepless night writing songs and poetry about those who would occupy his mind. Changbin would write love letter after love letter to never send them, or to have them crinkled into papery balls, and slam-dunked into his waste bin. He would often joke that he was ready to love someone, but he just didn’t quite know how to. Under it all, you and Hyunjin knew that he must’ve been scared if they didn’t love him back. 
Hyunjin fell in love with people at the drop of a hat. It was his “fatal flaw” as he liked to to joke about too. The gorgeous blond man would fall in love over hearts scribbled on coffee cups, smiles in passing, and compliments on days when he had caught the bus late. This man was the kind to sing love songs loudly in the shower no matter who heard him, and would often have a new crush by the week. Unlike Changbin, he had no fear when it came to confessing, but had even worse luck getting someone to take his words seriously. Hyunjin had too much love to give, and never received enough back. 
You, on the other hand, delayed love for as long as you could, no matter how much that you would dream of it. Love came to you in the forms of movies and books, fictional characters and song lyrics. You wrote about the love you had to give in countless journals and on the back of sticky-notes that had been used on the front-side. Love was more of an abstract concept to you. It was never something that you could touch but rather dream about. However, while this wasn’t the worst way to view it all, you still thirsted for something more. A hand to hold, a warm body to tangle up in the sheets with you. 
On this day in particular, you and your friends had gathered for a meeting: your “Unofficial Lonely Hearts Club” as you called it. You couldn’t recall who had called the meeting after the long week that you had, but it was likely what each of you had needed. 
These nights would often start the same: the three of you shoved into Changbin’s pickup, windows down, night air in your lungs, some song on the stereo that Changbin had been into these days. The three of you lived in the typical college city nestled into the side of some mountainside--a stark contrast to where you had come from before. It was the kind of place where people went to forget about who they were before to become new people. For some reason, some crazy fraction of the people who moved there, never left. 
First chance you got, you would move the hell out of there: a place full of so much heartbreak and disappointment…who could dare to stay? 
Hyunjin stuck his hand out the window, making little waves with his palm in the wind. You wondered what he had been thinking of that night; if he was sad or if he was happy. After knowing him for nearly four years now, you knew there was nothing in the world that he deserved more than to feel all the warmth that he had conveyed to others. It was a crime that he never got it back. 
Changbin’s free arm held to the handle above the car door frame, and he flexed and relaxed his muscles as he hung his fingers there. You too wondered what thoughts floated on his mind: if he was making up lyrics or if he was putting together some grad story or gesture only for it to never see the light of day. He too deserved all the love the world could offer. 
Changbin’s car sped up the dirt road to the lookout spot where kids would go to get drunk, high, or possibly both. It was a dreary and empty Wednesday evening, and secretly you hoped that no other rambunctious students would be there to shatter bottles on the craggy rocks. His headlights lit the path ahead, and the car bounced on the rough road with dusty orange rocks. The higher you got to the mountainside, the more static-y the stereo would buzz until soon all that was left were broken lyrics. 
There was one spot you liked particularly: it was a ledge that would jut out horizontally, giving a clear view to the whole of the land below: you would see the white lights from the nearby hospital, and the stadium lights from that god-awful football stadium that had sucked up your student loans. Further, you could see river on the edge of the city-line, and how it would ripple in dark blue sparkles under the moonlight. 
Your two best friends would grab the blankets that were habitually kept in the backseat made of scratchy wool, but this only made them warmer. Changbin also kept a couple camping lamps in his car to light up the dark space of his cargo bed. The weight of your bodies would shake the space and make the car bounce a bit on its wheels when the three of you would cuddle up between eachother to take in the scene. 
On nights like tonight, neither of you would say much, but just look out and feel it all. There was a kind of beauty in the simplicity of the way that everything seemed so still up there, or how time had appeared to stop somewhat. If you were lucky, you could hear the hoot of an owl, or some other critter rustling in the bushes. 
Hyunjin was always the one to sit in the middle, and he would take turns resting his head upon your shoulder or Changbin’s sighing deeply into how they would rise and fall. You hugged your knees to yourself and wondered how many more times you would come up here with them, or if after graduation, it would happen at all. It was painful to consider, but you even wondered if they would be in your life at all after everything ended. 
“I’m sick of being lonely.” Hyunjin said into the cold air. He shifted, looking both you and your other friend in the eyes. “Its depressing and exhausting.” 
“What are you talking bout ‘Jin?” Changbin threw his hoodie over his head.
“I mean moping about people who don’t ever feel the same...feeling sad when it doesn’t go my way...I’m sick of it!! I just wanna like, give up!! Would it be so hard for me to just like, stop feeling??” 
“Oh Jinnie...don’t be ridiculous. You can’t just stop falling in love with people. It’s impossible. Not just for you but...” You exhaled out, “...for all of us.” 
“Yeeeah, I don’t think that you have much control over that.” Changbin agreed. 
“No, seriously!! It’s shit!!” 
You wrapped your arms around him lovingly, nuzzling into his shoulder to sooth him, “I know, I know.” 
“Aren’t you guys sick of it?? The three of us must be cursed or something.” 
Changbin laughed out his little trademark chuckle and ruffled up his friends blond locks. “You’re being dramatic again Hyunjin. It’s not that bad.” 
“Psh! Says you who hasn’t gone on a date in months!” 
“Hey!!” 
You flicked both of your friends on the sides of their heads. “Cut it out, will you? We came up here to relax and forget all that stuff, remember?” 
Hyunjin gave out a sign in his exasperation, turning to fiddle with his little Bluetooth speaker that had definitely seen better days. The last crickets of the season chirped in the early fall air, and the little device booted up with the tiny ringtone that you knew well. 
“Anything we want to listen to in particular?” 
“Whatever you feel like Jinnie.” 
The little blue-white light of his phone illuminated his face, and Hyunjin picked a song that you had likely heard dozens of times before. It was from that artist that he had adored to bits, but only really listened to when he was feeling down. 
“Oh Jinnie.” You hushed, then wrapped your arm around his wide shoulder. “No one deserves you.” 
Changbin let his head fall on the other boy’s shoulder too. When the three of you were close like this with your body heat shared between you, it was cozier than anything imaginable. While you and your two friends weren’t the most touchy of people, there were still times when you could huddle up, and it was no secret that it felt safer than anything. 
Hyunjin chuckled a bit, causing his shoulders to shake. “You know what they say in those movies about people who can’t find love after long?” 
“What’s that?” 
“They say, “By the time that we turn thirty, if neither of us have found love, lets just marry eachother.”” 
Changbin scoffed, “And you’re bringing this up why?” 
“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be the most ridiculous idea if the three of us decided to do that, right? Seeing how the current trend is going?” 
You exchanged adoring and teasing glances with Changbin over your adorably naïve friend. 
“I think you’re missing something out of that equation Jin.” 
His doe-eyes widened, “What’s that?” 
“In all of those movies, it was usually two people who made that promise.” 
“Two people, three people, what does it matter? As of right now, its looking like the only people that we’ve got is eachother.” 
Hyunjin stretched out his hands into his sweater paws and made a little squeak when he cracked his back. 
“What do you say?”
“Hm.” Changbin cleared his throat, “So you’re being serious?” 
“What’s so crazy about it?” Convinced as ever, he counted out the points on his fingers, “We could all live together like we’ve always talked about, we’ll never be lonely and have someone to do things with, we don’t have to be second guessing ever, waiting for someone to call us back...we all already know eachother really well so there will be no surprises...” 
“Oh, so you are being serious about it then?” You ruffled his hair up a bit, just to get a rise out of him like it usually would. 
“I mean...it’s not like it would be hard...right?” 
Changbin sucked at his teeth, “Mm. I guess not.” 
“But isn’t a marriage supposed to be like, having kids, being in love, being...partners?” You added. 
Hyunjin stammered with frantic hands, “W-well, we don’t have to do everything!! Marriage is so conventional these days, we don’t have to follow all the rules, especially since there will be the three of us anyway.” 
Changbin sighed, casting his head up to the ocean-blue sky dotted with silvery constellations and the red blinking lights of airplanes overhead. 
“You’re still forgetting something Jinnie.” 
The blond tiled his head. 
“The part about being in love?” 
The tallest boy shied his hair behind his ear, then tucked his chin into one of the blankets. 
“I mean...I know that I love you guys. I wouldn’t mind spending the time...” 
Your chest buzzed with warmth hearing your friend say it for the first time. It previously had been somewhat of an unspoken phrase between the three of you, but now that he had said it out loud, it felt even more real. 
“Awww, I love you too Jinnie.” 
Changbin scoffed once more and picked with the fraying ends of the blanket. “I guess I do too.” 
The cargo bed grew silent while the three of you chewed on the idea. The longer you thought about it, it started to make sense bit by bit. After all, through all the confusion and the broken hearts, ice cream and broken plates, your little group understood each other better than most. When there were tears to dry, each of you knew exactly what to do. You had loved them all along, you always had. 
“I really love you guys...I think.” Hyunjin finally said, and linked his arms with yours and the other man’s. 
“What are you doing getting all cheesy for, huh?” Changbin nudged him with a smirk. 
“I don’t know, I guess I just never really thought about it like that before.” 
“Like what?” 
“Out of all the people that I’ve “loved” I don’t think that I’ve ever loved them like I have with you both.” 
“What do you mean?” Under the swath of blankets, your knee nudged against his, and he jumped a bit from the feeling. 
Both you and Changbin looked at him attentively and how his lip quivered, and soft eyes glistened from the glow of the lanterns. 
“M-maybe all along...I’ve been in love with you?” 
“Like, in love, in love?” 
“I don’t know...maybe?” He rubbed his eyes like he would’ve had they been lured with sleep. “Maybe I’m just, making things up...I don’t know. It’s getting late.” He laughed out with a tentative breath, “I’m saying things that don’t make sense.”  
Changbin looked out at the stretch of city lights as if he was contemplating the idea himself. 
“I guess that it wouldn’t be impossible.” He said blankly. 
“What!?” You tried to look at both of your best friends as seriously as you could. While your heart started racing, it was as if it was against your will. 
“It’s kinda funny,” Changbin began, “The three of us always complain about how love never really comes our way when we’ve already got it...right here.” 
Logically speaking, it made sense. You and your two best friends really did know eachother better than anyone else ever had. When you had met as scared little 1st years without a clue in the world how to be your own people. You had figured it all out together. The ways that you had showed love to each other had been a bit different--but it was still all the same. If you were to have not met them all those years ago, your life would’ve been drastically different. You couldn’t even picture it. 
Perhaps in all of your little rambles in journals and daydreams, was what you were looking for...them?
“Maybe we were just looking in the wrong place?” You offered, and both of them shrugged. 
“It’s possible.” Hyunjin pulled both of your arms closer to him, and rubbed his cheek into the top of your head, then Changbin’s dark curls. He giggled out, tackling the two of you to lay flat on the cargo bed. It crinkled with a plastic sounding thud, then he wrapped his legs up in both of yours the best that he could. 
Under his arm, you choked a little from his tight grasp, but you eventually let yourself mold into the curves of his body and soak up his warmth. The scratchy wool tickled at your cold fingers, and you soon felt Changbin’s hand come searching for you under the blanket too. It was a bit startling at first, but he reached out to hold your arm, then rubbed small circles into it with his thumb where you rested them on Hyunjin’s chest. 
It was as if he was a bit delirious, but Hyunjin chortled with laugher until he had lost his breath, and his lyrical sounding voice bounced off the cavern of the mountain and echoed up into space. 
“Why do I...weirdly...kinda...wanna make out with you guys right now?” 
Changbin pinched his friend with a teasing grin, “You mean it?” 
Hyunjin pouted with his plush pink lips, “I thought we all just agreed that we were in love with eachother??” 
“Jinnie...” You settled your head into the crook of his neck, right by his collarbones. 
“Damn. Glad I’m not the only one.” Changbin bit a smirk into his lip, then propped himself up on his forearm to gain better ground on you and the other man. 
Your fluttering heart beat it’s way up your throat and into your ears, and your two friends looked at you expectantly. 
“O-outside? Right now?” 
“Yeah, I guess. Why not?” Changbin traced his thumb and index under Hyunjin’s smooth jaw. 
“Aha! So you admit that you want to too!!” Hyunjin beamed and tugged at the sleeves of your own hoodie. 
“I-I didn’t say that...” 
Hyunjin leaned over on his side to face you. “Y/n, how about lets make a deal. We try it out, see how it feels, if it feels weird, we stop and pretend it never happened?” 
“I don’t know Jinnie...this seems pretty friendship ending to me.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Changbin said with a sly grin. 
The tallest boy pleaded to you with nearly needy eyes. “I think that it would feel nice? Besides...none of us have really...felt that...in a while.” 
Changbin’s creeping hands came surveying over Hyunjin’s deep green pullover, and the other boy shivered out a little feeling the touch. 
Hyunjin’s own curious hands reached out to hold both sides of your face gingerly with pink fingertips. 
“I know that I’d like to kiss you...if you’ll let me?” 
Both of your friends waited for you as you took turns checking with both of them. The whole prospect was unimaginable, but now...with both of them in front of you, both more real than anything you could have ever thought up, it started to make all the sense in the world. 
“What do you say?” Hyunjin asked with a dreamy air. It was chilly on that early fall evening, so he tucked up the blankets even higher. It was a simple gesture, but still held multitudes of his care. 
“It doesn’t hurt to try...” 
You felt your face pulled closer to his, and all at once his warmth flooded your lips. It was a strange feeling your friend’s lips on yours like this, but while it was new, it was comfortable. Your friend relaxed himself over you, smiling with the corners of his mouth, and slowly sucking at your lower lip like he didn’t want to startle you with anything too fast. His glossy lips stuck with his favored strawberry flavored Chapstick, and you only wanted to taste more. He hummed with a little happy sound, and his larger hands nearly covered your whole face where he helped tilt your head a little so that he could gift deeper kisses to it. 
Beside him, Changbin shook with a sigh watching the two of you, a different kind of passion growing within him seeing the two of the people that he loved most do something like this. He was a bit unsure at first, but he tucked back his friend’s blonde edges to free the skin of his neck, then sucked little kisses there too. He to was careful, and didn’t want to leave marks, but rather feel the way that Hyunjin’s skin dotted with goosebumps from the feeling and then let kitten-sounding whimpers go from the pressure on his neck. 
While the night itself was nearly too cold to bear, the three of your bodies heated instantly, and you nearly felt as if the sweater that kept you warm was even too much. Hyunjin parted his lips slightly to enter your mouth with his tongue, and it was a feeling so indulgent that you tried to hide from your friend how good he could make you feel out of your own embarrassment. 
Your name slithered from his lips to yours, and you tucked your hands under his sweater, finding Changbin’s hands there too on the other boy’s bare skin. Hyunjin flinched from feeling both sets of hands on his muscles. His abs flared from the attention, and he accidentally bit into your lip feeling the cold pads of fingers on him. 
Now that you had one taste of him your body could only crave more. 
Changbin tilted Hyunjin’s gasping and swollen lips to his own where he took his own turn gifting the other boy his affection. Hyunjin pressed his whole chest into the other man in an attempt to get closer and Changbin’s hands splayed across his back to hold him tightly. The two of them giggled a bit as they roughly worked their way around each other’s mouths. Changbin, a little smaller in the other man’s wide and long arms appeared to swim in him, and the two of them melted between the thick fabric of their clothes. 
Once more your hands went journeying up Hyunjin’s shirt, and you ran your fingers over every curve and twist of his back: from the little dimples above his hips, his ribs, his sweeping shoulder blades and each swelling bit of fleshy dorsal muscle you could get your hands on. You had never realized how curious you had been for him in this way, but it delighted you to feel him this close. 
Legs became anxious under the wool blankets, and tangled up with little regard for personal space, and hips writhed asking for attention that had been kept for them for far too long. 
Changbin moved down Hyunjin’s jaw to give him more kisses to his tender neck, sucking harder this time to imprint little purple marks. You had never taken Changbin to be one to do so, but something told you that he was one to take pride in those that he loved, and wanted them to be his only. 
“B-Bin...” Hyunjin’s voice wavered, no longer loud enough to bounce off the rocks surrounding you. 
From the way that Changbin kissed the other boy, you instantly craved for him to do the same for you. Across the width of your gorgeous blond friend, you tossed around Changbin’s dark and curly strands, and soaked up his warmth to your hand cracking from the cold. 
You called out for him too, and found your hips grinding into Hyunjin’s back, becoming more impatient by the moment. The way that both of them touched you, and each other was...different. There was no fear, no heartbreak, no uncertainty or loneliness. When you thought of it later, it was if the three of you could actually heal from it all for the first time. 
Changbin’s eyes softened hearing you beg for him, and he helped you slide closer to him. 
“Hm. You’re so cute.” He muttered before filling your mouth with his own kisses. Changbin appeared to channel everything that he had in him to give to you--it was no surprise considering the romantic that he was. He was attentive and slow; rough at first, but then melting into something much more infatuating. Hyunjin took his turn swiping his hands up and down your thighs, kneading into the skin, and then tucking up your sweater. He shimmied down your body, pressing soft lips into your belly to make you tremble from the pleasant gesture. He made his way up higher, up to your chest where he exposed even more skin to the cold, but was sure to make up for it by keeping the blankets close. 
Changbin swiped his thumb over both of your lips, smiling as he did so. 
“Have I ever told you that you’re really breathtaking?” He said with a tone so sultry it was a bit laughable. 
“I don’t think so?” 
He too took a greedy hand down your chest where Hyunjin nipped lightly, admiring the way that you had looked under the moonlight. He brought his fingers back to your lips, giving you a tiny and accidental taste of his fingertips, then promptly resumed the kisses that you had asked for. 
Hyunjin worked his way back up your body, stopping at last to lap lightly into your neck with tiny fleeting love bites and delighted in the way that he could see them fade onto your skin--almost like you and him were a matching set now.
Changbin broke his lips from yours, creating a tiny wet sound with a thin string of his saliva on your your bottom lip.
Hyunjin played with the elastic of your sweatpants, gasping out a bit once he saw your legs rub together in the absence of friction. His eyes wandered slowly to his other friend who had grinded his hips down into the cargo bed with a quivering length.
“Are we about to do what I think we are?” He asked, both thrilled and shocked.  
“Seems like it.” Changbin said simply after going to caress the other man’s cheek.
“Damn. I was not expecting this night to go like this.” Your voice shook, either from anticipation, or from the cold--you couldn’t quite tell.
“Me neither...but I’m not mad about it.”
“Friendship offically ruined?” Hyunjin said with a mischievous little smile.
The breeze blew through, wrapped up in the smell of the crisp mountain air. Hyunjin’s little speaker played on with his songs that you still knew the names of. There wasn’t too much light, just the glow from the inside of Changbin’s car and his lanterns, but it was just enough to take in your friends fully--the ones that you had cared for so much, you didn’t even known how much you had. While you would’ve been worried about getting caught on that Wednesday night, this mattered little.
“I’d say so.” You answered, and it was exactly what they had wanted to hear.
The three of you opted to keep your tops on to fight off the elements, but under the covers, you each jiggled off pairs of joggers, jeans and sweatpants. The car bounced once more as the three of you readjusted. As soon as bare legs intertwined and the thin fabric of undergarments got thrown into the mix, you each got louder and more desperate for wandering touches that could quell your desires.
With twisted and oversized socks, Hyunjin straddled both sides of Changbin’s head, letting the other man palm the outline of his dick and squeeze at it harshly until he shivered over the smaller man’s frame.
“Damn Jin...” Changbin groaned seeing the other’s length. “You’ve been packing and didn’t feel like sharing?”
“S-shut up.” Hyunjin whined as the other teased him.
You worked bite after bite down Changbin’s torso, sucking lightly, then harder. After long, you found that it tickled him a little--this knowledge you would save for another time.
He wore baggy boxers which hid the full girth of his dick that swelled with his erection that bopped and only appeared to grow larger once you and released him. Thick veins wrapped around his length, and his tip flared where you grabbed him into your palm.
“I could say the same to you, Bin.” You teased your friend.
Hyunjin turned to see for himself, laughing out, seeing the way that it looked in your smaller hand.
“Bin, what the fuck?”
“...Intimidated are you?”
The other boy tossed his head back, hair getting caught in his hoodie. “No...”
Changbin snapped the elastic to Hyunjin’s briefs just because he liked the sound, then pulled the other’s member out to pump at the considerable length with his fist. The blonde boy choked out a gasp at the strong grip, and Changbin dug his fingers around the other’s waist to bring in him closer.
“What me to suck this pretty dick of yours?”
“Do I even need to answer that question?” Hyunjin snarked.
Further down, you worked your own hand around Changbin’s cock which you had lathered at first with your spit. Obscene sounds of the liquid cupped in your hand, then you worked your mouth down to his gloriously thick thighs. Something overtook you then, and all you wanted to to was ravage them, make them all yours, mark them as yours, and make the quiver all because of you.
Your fingernails dug into the fleshy and squishy skin, and Changbin moaned out forcefully feeling the sting.
“Feels good?” You asked with a wicked grin, then returned to sucking bruises into the inner parts of his thighs.
“You’re gonna...gonna distract me.” He sighed out, still jerking the other boy away.
Hyunjin swiped away the other man’s curly bangs so he could see him fully. He guided his length over Changbin’s mouth, teeth clenched with a tight exhale once he felt the warmth of the other’s tongue lapping up the sides of his shaft.
Your teasing was enough, and you finally granted your friend what he wanted. With a girth as wide as he had, it was somewhat of a challenge, but a challenge that you gleefully expected. He had puffed up your cheeks fully, and you could barely take in half is length without it testing the back of your throat. Still, you focused your breath coming out of your nose, and swallowed him down deeper. Your eyes wetted from the simulation to your gag reflex, but you held on for as long as you could. At last, your wish was granted, and his marked up thighs shook just for you.
“Bin...fuck.” The blond shuddered upon coaxing himself fully into his friend’s mouth. He moaned out sinfully feeling the twist of the other man’s tongue.
To give yourself a moment’s pause, you stopped, gasping over your friend’s slit, teasing your tongue around his head, dipping down to the place where he dripped with beads of precum.
Changbin laughed out breathily, swearing easily and calling out your name too with a rasp to his tone. “S-shit...”
“Getting too distracted?” Hyunjin purred, seeing the other man made a wreck by you. “What about me?”
“S-sorry.” Changbin admitted, wetting his lips and taking back Hyunjin’s cock into his hollowed cheeks.
As you swallowed around him, your friend rutted his hips just slightly, his lust overtaking him.
“Oh fuck, just like that, mm--” Hyunjin cooed, getting lost in his own ecstasy with head thrown back, and his sweater paws melting down to Changbin’s quaking chest where he supported himself.
You worked your hand and mouth up and down around the pulsating vein’s of your best friend’s length, lazily letting him feel your flattened tongue, then switching to let him feel the tightness of your throat.
Hyunjin sighed out heavily as looked down at his friend who had taken him so well. It was almost as if he felt cheated from the crappy head that he had been getting in dirty bathrooms and semi-public dressing rooms. It was dangerous in the way that Changbin would stroke him languidly, then let his drool wet his tip.
Further down your hips, the pent up heat from your own sex ached on the cool plastic of the cargo bed, and you grinded your hips down for any simulation you could get. 
The blonde man whimpered out after long, feeling even hazier the longer that Changbin continued on. “Binnie...you’re...feels really--fuck--so, good...”
It was as if the words hand been a trigger for him, but your friend pulled his length for your mouth, panting out like a dog, while also robbing Hyunjin of all feeling.
“Don’t-don’t wanna cum yet...” He laughed out, “I was really fucking close.”
Hyunjin pouted, then turning back and look at you with a bit of your own saliva running down your neck.
“Your turn now.” He nearly whispered, then crawled down the other man’s body to jerk at him lightly.
“Jin! I-I--” He clenched his teeth.
“Lay down, y/n. Is there any way that you want it?”
“A-anything. Anything that you want to do. I-I don’t care.” You begged, falling under his spell.
“Aw. Cute.” He added once he had seen the purple marks on Changbin’s thighs.
You fell back under the two of them, opening yourself up for them to do as they wished. First, Hyunjin crept down your body with as much care as he could--beautiful in the way the he looked close to you like this. 
Hyunjin’s hand cascaded down your chest, then belly, all the way down to your own twitching and wetted sex, and you keened directly into his touch. 
“Wouldn’t you like my fingers? Filling you up...” He asked softly, finally sinking down far enough so that you could feel his words swirl over your exposed arousal, then pressing light kisses into you. “...as deep as you can take it?” 
“Mm-yes.” You squeaked, opening your legs further for him. 
Your other friend settled beside you, tilting your chin nearer to him. Just barely, his lips grazed over you, breathing in your air with his hooded eyes glued to your weakened form under the hands of the other boy. 
“You’re that excited?” Hyunjin mocked, “We’ve barely touched you.” 
“Quit talking and just get to fucking me, got it?” You demanded, mustering all of your strength. 
“Oh-ho! I didn’t take you for one to bite back.”
Changbin bit a proud little smile into your lip, wrapping his arms around you. The blond man then toyed with your entrance, licking his fingers, wetting them, then pushed them slowly into your needy hole. 
“Ahhh, look at that, so fucking tight around my fingers, You want it that bad?” 
His long and lithe digits filled you up where he started to thrust them in and out, using his free hand to push your jolting thighs back. Your right hand traversed it’s way under the blankets which you had readjusted, all the way down to Changbin’s leaking length which still blushed red. You wrapped around him carefully, promising his to lips that you would go easy on him. 
As Hyunjin curled his fingers, the other man then reached down to rub at you fervently, matching the pace at which Hyunjin flicked his wrist. Your hips lurched feeling the combination of each sensation, and you cried out loudly for the two of them--the sound itself bounced off that empty space where the three of you existed, almost as if you were calling out for the whole starry sky to hear you. 
“I-I think that we were really missing out on something...” You joked with an airy breath and both of your friends joined you. 
Changbin’s teeth caught his lip as your hand squeezed and twisted, and you could see with every ounce of restraint that he had, he was holding back. 
“Way to make me want to fuck you sideways, huh?” He said with a little grin, observing the size difference between your hand and his member. 
Your back arched when Hyunjin reached in even deeper, and you dissolved into the pleasure that he brought you--an amazing kind of all-consuming feeling that shattered your will, and sent you mewling out into your other friends mouth. 
“I-I can’t wait anymore,” You begged, clawing right into Hyunjin’s golden trellises. 
Changbin scooched up quickly, taking half of the blankets with him, thankfully giving the other boy a nod when he let him be the one to use your entrance. With his brutish hands, he flipped you to your stomach, and hiked up your hips too, cold fingers holding them in place. Hyunjin kneeled permitting you access to his cock which as softened slightly, so he pumped himself back into place with his eyes holding yours. 
At first, Changbin teased you with his tip, adding pressure to your twitching hole, then guided himself in bit...by bit. 
The blonde tapped his dick to your lips, holding firmly the back of your neck as you took him in and choked out at the way that the other stretched your walls. Changbin grabbed at your ass in handfuls starting slowly, grinding his hips in little circles to simulate you deeper. 
“Hm. Who would have known that your pretty little hole would be so perfect for me? Guess we really were missing out on something.” 
Hyunjin growled lowly feeling his cock slide down to the back of your throat, brows crossed, and the bottom of his hoodie resting just above his hips. 
“Squeeze my leg if it becomes too much, okay? ...I’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” 
You nodded best you could, and he started to thrust carefully, every few seconds you would hold his member to drag it against the sides of your cheeks, causing him to huff out loudly at the fleshy bits of your mouth. 
Changbin quickened his pace, doubling over your back as he lost himself in you, grunting out in his rhythm. From both sides, your best friends used you, resorting to something much more feral as they edged themselves closer. From the motions, the car rocked back and fourth like a bed and it’s headboard. 
You too felt the tension build deeply in your core, and it begged with reckless abandon at your dizzy mind that drew itself closer and closer into the feeling of being utterly all theirs. 
In many ways, you guessed that you always had been--while it had been unspoken at the time. Now, having the two of them wholly like this under the silver sheen of the moon, the cold biting at your skin, then furiously met with your heat, you could no longer see them as the two broken souls whom you had bonded with at first. They were now everything, everything that you had wished and hoped for.
Even now that you had become much more to each other, there was nothing that could take away the closeness that you had shared with them. 
“F-fuck--gonna cum--” Changbin announced while he pounded frantically. The other man rolled his hips into your mouth quicker too, seeking the same kind of release. 
“Y/n?” He said with a broken breath, and you muffled out a moan to let him know that you were nearly there too. 
“Oh shit, oh shit--” 
Changbin grunted out, with a bit of panic to his voice, forcefully removed himself from you seconds before he spilled his white seed onto your hole, then sending it dripping down your leg. 
“Oh fuck--s-sorry--” He gasped out, still jerking his cock while he pulsed. 
“Bin!! What the fuck??” Hyunjin yelled out, his words quickly turned into mumbles of nonsense when you took him down as deeply as you could manage without gagging, focusing only on him even though your sex ached feeling so empty.  
When he had come down after a few moments, Changbin took to fucking your walls once more with his thick fingers, not even caring that he had fucked his white warmth back into you at the same time. Meanwhile, he returned to rubbing of your sensitive flesh, trying to replace the feeling he had robbed you of. 
“Cum for me baby, cum for me.” 
On cue, you came in waves, shuddering over Changbin’s fingers slicked with his cum, just as your other friend released down your throat and the warm liquid painted your tongue. 
His blissful moans turned into light chuckles as he milked himself into your mouth, giving you every last drop. Changbin drove you further, overstimulating you to the point where your knees nearly gave out, and you had to beg him to slow. 
After each of your bodies collapsed weakly to the bed of blankets and rejected clothing, you drew the covers back up over yourselves, feeling the cold seep in once more. Both of your friends kissed perfect adoring kisses into your raw lips, tasting the both of themselves on your skin. While your thighs still stuck with your friend’s cum, it didn’t matter as much now that you had huddled up cozily into their arms. 
“Bin, you asshole!!” Hyunjin jested, and flicked the other boy’s forehead. “You fucking finished before you were supposed to!!” 
“What the hell was I supposed to do?? I’d already edged myself enough!!” 
“You could’ve tried!!” 
“Whatever, it felt fucking amazing, don’t blame me.” He added with a smug smirk, “You felt fucking amazing, y/n.” 
“Did it feel good for you too, y/n?” Hyunjin gingerly asked, falling right back to his soft and adorable composure that you knew well. 
“Like Bin said, it was fucking amazing.” 
“So we all agree then? We won’t forget that this happened?”
You gave Hyunjin a little nod to say yes, and your group of three hugged eachother even closer. You hadn’t noticed it, but at some point, Hyunjin’s music had turned off. 
“So, this means that we’re like, a thing now?” Changbin asked, playing with the drawstring to your hoodie. 
You peppered Hyunjin’s forehead with a tiny kiss. “I’d like to be.” 
He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and reached out for Changbin across the expanse. “Me too.” 
~🌹~
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Into His Heart (Chapter 2)
Here's chapter 2! I hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts on the fic! As always, I hope you have a lovely day/night!
Chapter 1.
Word count: 1865.
Read this on AO3!
Underlust Sans (Hearts) x Gender Neutral Reader.
“He… He died in a car accident. It was a hit-and-run. We still don’t know who the damn culprit is…” he hissed.
You pulled Hearts to his bedroom. It (also) looked like a mess. You’d clean it up later. Now, you had to comfort your skeletal friend. You dragged him to his bed and draped the covers over the both of you.
He nuzzled your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. Hearts was always a very touchy monster. He knew no boundaries, not that you minded. You knew if you were uncomfortable, he would’ve stopped immediately.
A sob racked his body. Tears fell down his cheekbones, plummeting to the mattress.
“I miss him so much…” he muttered, his voice shaking.
“Grieving is the most difficult thing someone can deal with…” you replied. He sniffled in response.
“I’m so sorry you have to go through this. You don’t deserve it. I’m here for you, Hearts,” you said truthfully. He froze in your embrace.
“Why… Why are you so nice to me?” he mumbled into your shirt.
“Everyone deserves kindness. You’re no exception,” you answered.
“I… I’m a coward. After I found out about Papyrus’s… passing, I skipped town telling none of my friends who are like family to me. I forced a friend, Grillby, to not say a word of my whereabouts. He’s the only monster who knows where I am. If there wasn’t a job opening at his strip club, I dunno what I would’ve done…” he admitted.
“You’re not a coward,” you said firmly. His skull turned towards your eyes.
“You panicked. Anyone would've been in the position you were in. Thank you for telling me this. It must’ve been very hard for you. I’m grateful you trust me so much,” you offered him a small smile.
Hearts couldn’t help but return a sad smile.
“You’re the only one who’s stuck by me. Thank you, Y/N…” he uttered.
You ignored the sudden heat on your skin and nodded your head in understanding. In a matter of minutes, you both fell asleep, content to rest beside each other.
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As you watched Netflix on your computer, the sound of your phone dinging cancelled you out of your thoughts. You pulled it out and realized it was Hearts who was calling you. You picked up.
“Heyyy lovely~” he slurred.
You paused. You knew he had a drinking problem, but you thought it was getting better. Something must’ve happened… It’s only been a few days since the anniversary of Papyrus’s death. He’s still coming to terms with it, too.
“Where are you?” you inquired without skipping a beat.
“At the bar across from my work. Their alcohol is pretty good,” he hummed.
He hiccuped into the phone. You grabbed your belongings needed to pick up Hearts. “Okay, I’m gonna pick you up,” you told him and ended the call before he could reply. You let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose.
It was gonna be a long night.
As you entered the bar, you realized there were many monsters present. It must’ve been a monster friendly bar. More and more monster friendly places were opening in town, which was a good thing. It seemed like people were finally listening to Frisk’s words on the news.
You spotted Hearts, toppled over on a bar stool. You made your way towards him and tapped him on the shoulder. His teeth cracked into a grin as he realized it was you. He embraced you into a loose hug.
“Lovely!” he said joyously.
You didn’t return the gesture.
You hoisted him up, thanking the employee behind the counter and dragged his nonexistent ass out of the place.
“But… I was havin’ fun!” he protested weakly.
“Your definition and my definition of ‘having fun’ are clearly different,” you gave him a stern glare. He shrank in on himself in response.
You returned home in less than ten minutes. The bar wasn’t that long of a drive, thankfully. Hearts hadn’t thrown up in your car, either. You knew he likely would tomorrow, but you weren’t gonna worry about it until it happened.
He was all over you on the couch as you forced him to drink some water. He complied, but you had to hold his hand while he drank his water. You felt like you were dealing with a toddler.
You tucked him in and turned off the lights. As you were about to leave him to get ready for bed, he tugged on your wrist.
You sighed for the hundredth time that day and whipped your head around. “Yes, Hearts?” you asked him.
“I’m… I’m so fucking in love with you. I want to be with you… every day. When I’m not around you, I feel lost...” as he was about to continue, he hurled into the garbage can beside the couch.
“You’re drunk, you’re not thinking straight…” you replied, shock evident in your tone. He wiped the bile off his teeth and shook his head slowly in disagreement.
“Sober me… wouldn’t have the guts to tell you. I just… had to tell you. I know my feelings will probably be unrequited, but that’s okay. You deserve someone better than me, anyway…” his voice trailed off.
“You’re an idiot!” you exclaimed.
Before he could react, you sat beside him on the couch.
“I want you! I always have, and I always will. So what if you’re not perfect? No one is. We’re all imperfect, and that’s what makes us beautiful,” you explained passionately.
“No… No, you don’t…” Hearts said in disbelief.
“If I didn’t love you, I never would’ve gone through the trouble of picking you up at the bar, Hearts,” you deadpanned.
A genuine grin formed on Hearts’s teeth as he rested his skull on your shoulder. “Thank you… for everything…” he muttered softly before he closed his eye-sockets.
You watched him for a few minutes before you carefully readjusted him on the couch and tucked him in. You shoved the trashcan close to his skull in case he needed to puke again. You took one last glance at Hearts’s sleeping figure before you left for bed.
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“I… confessed to you, didn’t I?” inquired Hearts, trying his best to hold his emotions together.
You paused, staring at your cereal in front of you. You swallowed it down before you played with your spoon nervously. “Y-Yeah…” you stuttered out.
“Listen, I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable-”
“We’re dating now, Hearts. Your feelings are mutual,” you stated flatly.
He stared at you for several moments. His teeth practically hit the ground with his brow-bones high above his eye-sockets. You held in a laugh at his reaction.
“You’re- you’re being serious?” he nervously chuckled.
You swallowed another piece of your cereal and nodded in response. He grinned, shaking with excitement in his seat. He made his way towards you and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. His hand squeezed your waist, making you squeak. He chuckled again, smiling against your lips.
He removed himself from you and grabbed both of the bowls before he cleaned them in the sink. He left you blushing profusely, blinking a few times.
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“Tori and Frisk invited us for dinner. Wanna go with them?” asked Hearts.
You glanced up from your phone. “That sounds like a plan,” you responded warmly.
“Great, because I wasn’t gonna take ‘no’ for an answer,” Hearts sent you a shit-eating grin, making you roll your eyes.
Hearts reunited with his family over two months ago. It was your idea in the first place for him to meet them again. He was reluctant at first, but you and Grilby convinced him it was for the best.
Now, he was on better terms than ever with them.
His mental health had been improving over the past few months with your help and his family’s. You’ve never seen him in such a great mood since you encountered him in the alleyway. Of course, he still missed his brother greatly, but slowly, he’s been accepting his death.
You switched your clothes to a black shirt and overalls on top of it with combat boots. As you finished putting on your outfit, Hearts whistled his way towards you and slapped your ass.
“You’ve got one sweet ass~” he purred.
You hit him on the skull in response.
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As you exited your car and locked it once Hearts left the passenger seat, you watched as Frisk raced towards Hearts and threw him into a bear hug. You chuckled, covering your mouth with your hand.
Hearts braced to fall, but luckily, he caught himself before he could’ve fallen. Toriel sighed in relief, resting her paw on her chest. She must’ve been concerned he would’ve fallen on his tailbone. She was a mother, after all.
He rubbed Frisk’s head, messing up their hair.
“It’s nice to see you too, kiddo,” he chuckled.
Toriel cleared her throat. “Come now, everyone. As much as I love to witness Frisk’s bear hugs, I don’t want our reservation to be in vain,” she chastised.
You, Frisk, and Hearts followed her inside of the restaurant.
Dinner went smoothly. Hearts conversed with Frisk in front of you and you couldn’t help but smile at their banter. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize his family loved him dearly.
Suddenly, Toriel pulled you aside as you exited the restaurant.
“I want to personally thank you, Y/N. You’ve been a tremendous support for Hearts. When he visits Frisk and I, he never cannot talk about you. He loves you more than words can describe. I’ve never seen him so happy before, after Papyrus’s passing. We truly appreciate your help,” she smiled warmly.
You almost broke out into tears from her words, but nodded instead to keep yourself (somewhat) together.
“Hey! Water you two doing? It’s almost 8:30, y’know! That’s Frisk’s bedtime!” shouted Hearts.
Frisk protested, clearly embarrassed at Hearts’s teasing.
“Peas forgive us, Hearts,” joked Toriel.
You held in a snicker as you both followed behind the pair again.
As you made your way back to your car, you bid Frisk and Toriel farewell.
“Thank you for accompanying us. I had a pleasurable time tonight. Although, I can’t say the same for Frisk,” Toriel darted her eyes towards her child, who crossed their arms playfully.
Hearts screwed up Frisk’s hair again, sending them a smile.
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“I’m really proud of you, Hearts,” you said heartily.
Hearts' skull perked up from his phone. He looked side to side before he pointed at himself.
“Me?” he asked dumbly.
“Yes, you! Who else is named Hearts?” you huffed.
“Sorry, continue,” he gestured with his hand.
“You’ve come a long way, honey. You were in such a depressive state of mind when I found you in the alley. Look at you now! You’ve grown into a better person,” you grinned from ear to ear.
“Eh, I think you’re giving me too much credit,” he shrugged.
“Just take the compliment!” you glared daggers at him.
He laughed. “Okay, okay! I wouldn’t have changed if it wasn’t for you, too.”
You rolled your eyes and leaned towards him on the couch, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead.
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