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toiletwipes · 3 years ago

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hello! its that cabin au part 3! know that meme, i can fix him? we're making them worse!

part 1 / part 2

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After an… exciting day of hiking, where techno has taken many chances to slip inside of you, watching you cry into his neck trying to muffle yourself�� and the hike back to the cabin of course, it is perfectly okay to say that everyone is exhausted.

And well, you’re one to tap out after strenuous but after a three hour nap, and your boyfriend boiling you in the dead of summer, you��re not shying away from the cool night on the porch, on the swinging bench.

Your feet scrape the wooden boards gently, brushing against it as you let your legs do some of the work, the breeze cooling your burning face and neck faster than you anticipated. Your head tips to the left, leaning against the arm and closing your eyes. The sounds of the night lulling you into a sleep, the crickets chirping and the owls hooting every now and then. It’s pretty nice.

Then someone opens the door and you’re not that quick to open your eyes. The door shuts with a quiet click.

Your name is murmured within a scratchy throat, and you lift your head, rubbing your eyes open as you turn to look at the father of your boyfriend. “Hey, Phil, couldn’t sleep so I figured I should sit out here for a minute,” he nods, taking the seat next to you, the bench creaking the tiniest bit under his weight, nothing like the sounds it’d make if his boyfriend was the one next to you.

You’re tempted to do something but something about the peace, the quiet and existing next to him is something you haven’t had in a while. Yes, you enjoyed feeling good while making this man feel good, while under the current, rigid circumstances, but there’s a reason why you loved Techno’s family the way you did. They were not only interesting but incredibly kind to you. (Not to mention, unbelievably hot.)

“You’re good for my son, I’ve never seen him happier.” Phil’s low voice hums next to your ear, mumbling to you or himself, you’re not sure. “I don’t know why I’m meddling with it.”

You smile, shifting in your seat and give him a side-look, “you know I’m not good for him for that exact reason. And… I don’t think I want to stop anytime soon.” Your hand slides over his pajama pants, squeezing his thigh a little bit. You lean close, your mouth parting as you kiss his shoulder. “But if you ever want to stop, then tell me.” You slip your hand away, sitting straight up while you pull the cardigan over your chest, “I'm not going to be an asshole.”

You hear him shudder a breath, a shiver rolling down his spine as his hand stops you from leaving, encircling around your wrist soundly as you turn to stare at him. You watch him hesitate to form words but with the way he’s stopped you… you know he’s not going to stop this little thing between the two of you. (You’re certainly not, if you can help it.)

“I don’t want to stop. I’ve never felt more alive,” he confesses and you reach up with a free, slow hand. Caressing the side of his face and watching him lean into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and you nearly coo, enjoying this bit of peace with him. You nearly feel bad at ruining it when you tug your hand out of his hand, cupping his junk and feeling him stiffen against you. “You gonna let me suck you off while everyone’s asleep?” You whisper to him and his head tips back, a quiet groan escaping his lips while you move to get on your knees, getting comfortable while you fish his cock out, wetting his head with the tip of your tongue and sucking it into your mouth.

His hands come up to hold your head, his hands gripping the sides and making you feel hotter in a way you didn’t come out here for.

His muted moans, only quiet because of how hard he’s biting down on his lips, you’re sure, they set your insides on fire, knowing just how much chaos the cabin would be in if they found the two of you like this. Phil’s tiny ponytail slowly comes undone while his jaw is lax, prayers being mouthed to the ceiling of the porch, and no doubt, the reason being why the most incriminating. You, on your knees, lovingly tending to his dick, slobbering over and taking it into your throat even when you felt you couldn’t breathe, your lips will no doubt be puffy. And when his thighs tense, his fingers dig into your skull, a little dull tugging at your scalp making you moan, you know he’s close. So what do you do besides flick your tongue over his piss slit and suck at his head until he shoves your head down all the way, leaning forward as he curls into your mouth, pulsing as spurts of cum are shot down your throat.

You finally come up when he relaxes against the bench, massaging your head and giving you a look with his half-lidded eyes, kissing his tip goodbye and you press one into your fingers, fingers against his lips. “See you in the morning.”

“Can’t I return the favor?” He asks, hand sliding up to kiss your knuckles, looking up as you stand.

You hum, thinking to yourself how you should return to bed, Techno will probably wake up any minute and the faster you two part, the safer you should be from the consequences of getting caught.

And the thought of getting caught leads to you pressed against the cabin from the outside, gasping as your legs are over Phil’s shoulder, his tongue lapping over your clit, over your labia and pulls not one but two orgasms out of you, the sounds of slurping too addicting in your ears to let him stop at one.

You gather your breath as Phil wipes his mouth across your thighs, smiling to himself as he says goodnight, entering the cabin. Still breathing heavily and legs shaking as you approach the bench swing, you take what feels like an hour before going back inside, being sure you could actually walk without seeming weird.

And when you slip into the shower, scrubbing your scalp with the delicious smelling shampoo, you’re too content to check whether the person slipping into your shower is actually your boyfriend when you greet him with a groggy voice.

“I thought you were asleep,” you say as he pulls the curtains back, hands coming around to settle at your waist, squeezing and pulling you close to him, and when you didn’t immediately feel him slip inside of you, you’re curious. You hum a question as you open your eyes, looking down and seeing the music note tattoo on the inside of his wrist, you know it’s Wilbur holding you close in the warm water.

“Would you believe me if I said you kept me up?” He kisses the back of your neck, hands slipping towards opposite directions, one curling around your neck and one hand pressing a digit inside of you, pressing you closer and closer against him.

You bite your lip, one of your hands coming up to cover your mouth and he shushes you quietly, “none of that, c’mon pretty girl, let me hear you.” And you have to pull him by his neck, pressing your needy moans into his mouth so you would have a chance at actually fucking without getting caught. He slips a second finger, and you’re twitching, needing more of his long, cold fingers inside of you.

“That’s it, that’s it, I got you,” he bites your lip, fastening his pace and guiding you over the edge, pushing you into a freefall of an orgasm, shaking in his arms and nearly falling over. You let him press you against the wall, the water cascading over the sides of you two, as he pulls one of your legs up, sinking his dick in so easily, so good for him. He murmurs in your ear how good you feel, nearly whimpering when he has to hold himself still, how you feel too good and how he might just cum right then and there.

His hips move slowly, inch by inch, groaning with how your walls clench around him. “You’re gonna- fuck, oh you’re so good, my good girl, right?” You nod, trying not to lose yourself in the dizzying pleasure, gasping against the onslaught of water.

“Letting me f-fuck you like this, oh fuck, so close to him and yet you’d let me bend you over in front of him and show him who owns this pussy, wouldn’t you? Yeah? You’d show him who fucks you better?” You weren’t processing his words at all, only knowing it made your stomach flutter at the thought.

“Tell me,” he gasps in your mouth, one of his free hands dipping down and circling your abused clit, pulling every sound he could out of you. “Tell me I fuck you better, tell me you’re my good girl,” and you say every word. Well, the best you could when he fucks you in the shower while trying to not wake your boyfriend. In between whines and crying, you tell him. You tell him everything he wants to hear and more because it all sounded so, so good in that moment.

And when he’s down cumming inside, he doesn’t hesitate to drop down to his knees and clean his mess.

He leaves the shower not long after, a kiss pressed to your forehead and promise on his lips.

You don’t even make it to your shared bedroom, you just curl into the couch and pull the thin throw blanket over your body, too exhausted to do much else. You know that among most nights, this was the riskiest. And the thought only makes you smile, the danger buzzing underneath your skin, sending you to sleep.

Tonight was too risky but you couldn’t find yourself to care.

If anything…

You had even more… daring ideas to try next time.

#wilbur soot x you #philza x you #techno x you #wilbur soot x reader #philza x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot smut #technohblade smut #philza smut #tw: cheating #cw: cheating

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illegal-spiegel · 4 years ago

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Earwig pt.2

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader x Shoto Todoroki Genre: smut Warnings: threesome, spanking, choking, temp play, slight bdsm?, unprotected sex(always wrap it up!), degradation, and I think that’s it??? Summary: After Bakugo and Todoroki hear you talking about them in the locker room, they decide to give you a nice surprise Word Count: 3.5k A/N: CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP. Also, you don’t necessarily have to read part one to understand this but it’ll help you understand some of the comments they make and whatnot

Part One

You giggle and tease the girls as you head out of the locker room, stretching your sore body out. You smile and greet the boys who are already in the class, taking your seat in the middle of the classroom. It gave you a pretty good view of Bakugo but sadly not of Todoroki who sat behind you.

You pull out your phone and just start to do random stuff on it until class starts. You didn’t even realize class was starting until Mr. Aizawa started talking. You snap your head up and look around with furrowed brows. Normally, everyone would be chatting up a storm until the last second. Today though, only the girls were conversing quietly with each other. Most of them don’t sit near each other though, so they had to get up to stand around the classroom.

You look around suspiciously, trying to figure out why some of the boys are acting so weird. You sit behind Kaminari and in front of Kirishima. Normally, they’d be yapping your ear off about a new meme or something ‘manly.’ Today though? Nothing. You can’t turn around to look at Kirishima since class has started, and you’d rather not have Mr. Aizawa thinking you’re not paying attention. Again.

So, you just have to look at what’s in front of you. You can tell Kaminari is in a good mood thanks to his humming. Actually, he’s humming Jiro’s favorite song under his breath and keeps looking to his left at her. She seems to not notice this though since she’s writing down something Mr. Aizawa said.

Maybe you should be paying attention but you’re just too freaked out right now.

Next, you look at Ojiro who sits right in front of Kaminari. You can see his ears are dark red and he’s sitting very stiffly. After observing Ojiro, you look at Aoyama, who is pouting to himself as he stares at Mr. Aizawa, but doesn’t seem to be paying attention.

Yup, something fishy is definitely going on here.

You look from student to student until you reach Deku who is shaking in his seat and is as red as a fire hydrant. You’d be worried about him if it wasn’t for the fact that all the boys are acting weird.

You stare at him for a while, trying to come up with answers to why he and the other boys are acting like this. It’s not all of the boys either, from what you can tell. Koji and Sero seem to be acting like normal. You stare at the windows now, the gears in your brain moving faster than they have in a while.

Movement in front of the window causes you to blink and turn your focus to said movement. You’re met with cocky, crimson eyes who stare at you without hesitation. You stare right back at him, refusing to bow down to the handsome brat.

He suddenly smirks, making your brows furrow in response. He opens his mouth a little to slip his tongue out, taking his sweet time to lick his lips. Your eyes, obviously, move from his eyes to his mouth to watch the little show he’s putting on. This only causes his ego to boost more than it already is but you can’t help it. With you watching, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth before biting his bottom lip.

That’s when it hits you.

They heard! Those nasty, perverted, pigs!

A gasp flies past your lips before you can stop yourself, bringing all eyes to you. Except for Bakugo. He looks away to look back to Mr. Aizawa, who is also staring at you.

“Miss (L/n),” you stand as your name is called, your face as hot as the sun, “you seem quite excited about today’s lesson. Why don’t you tell everyone what you learned last from chapter sixty-nine.”

You flinch a bit at the number, your mind going back to the hallway when you said you’d want to try that with either of the two men you named. You huff and squint your eyes a bit at Mr. Aizawa as you start to recite a few things that you remembered from the reading. As much as you didn’t want to do the reading, you aren’t about to get left behind or have Mr. Aizawa hold this over your head just like every other mistake you make.

“Okay. Sit down,” he says, in what you swear is in a tone filled with boredom, in the middle of your response to his demand, making you shut your mouth and try not to glare at him. You do as you’re told and quickly plop down, crossing your arms over your chest.

You’re going to murder Bakugo and the other boys.

As soon as class is over, Bakugo is practically the first one out the door. Oh, that prick thinks he’s so sneaky and slick. You practically growl as you follow after him as quickly as you can without bringing attention to yourself.

He gets outside before you can stop him, your face getting hotter by the second the angrier you get. You bust through the front doors and search among the many bodies for unruly blond hair. You huff when you don’t see him, your hands clenching at your sides.

You quickly go back in and get your stuff, which you had left in your hurry to catch up to him, before leaving the school to walk the short distance to the dorms. Your eyes widen when you walk into the dorms to see Bakugo leaning against the wall, looking immensely bored. Well, that is until he sees you. A smirk then instantly crawls onto his face as his eyes look you up and down.

Your mood instantly plummets again as you swiftly start to march towards him, your face growing warm again. His smirk turns mischievous as he pushes off the wall and heads towards the elevators. He walks inside just as you reach him and quickly follow him inside, ready to reprimand him for eavesdropping on the girls and to ask who else heard.

“Bakugo-” is all you get out before the elevator doors close and your back is suddenly against the wall. You stare at him in shock before realizing, duh, he knows some of your kinks and what you want him to do to you. He presses his body against yours and then brings his hand to your throat, lightly squeezing it and watching your eyes flutter.

He chuckles lowly as he leans his face close to yours, his nose trailing over your jaw before his lips find your ear. “Well, I sure think I’m packing. Maybe that’s why my ego is so inflated,” he says lowly before nibbling on the lobe of your ear. You whimper softly and arch into him, wanting nothing more than to feel him hard against you.

“You weren’t lying, were you? This really is all you think about, huh? You’re such a dirty whore. I wonder who’d you rather have pounding into you while the other one puts that filthy mouth to good use,” he growls as he starts to grind against you.

A moan escapes you before you can trap it and lock it deep down inside of you. He kisses down your neck and, even then, you can still feel him smirking. “God, I hate you,” you growl, making no effort to push him away or stop him.

Why would you? You’ve fantasized about this almost, if not, every day.

“Oh, it’s not a matter of whether you hate me or not. Either way, you’re still desperate for this coc-”

He’s cut off by the elevator door opening, making him grunt. He pulls away from you but is sure to grab your wrist to drag you to his room. This is when you notice that he is taking you to his room, seeing as how you live on the second floor whereas he lives on the fourth.

He opens his door, practically throws you in, before slamming the door shut behind him. You almost start saying that maybe you two should slow things down when you find Todoroki sitting on the bed. When you lock eyes with him, you almost whimper. He stands up and places his hands into his pockets, his face not showing any emotion but his eyes are practically shining.

Bakugo comes up behind you and pushes his hard-on to your ass, starting to lightly grind against you. “I invited icyhot, hope you don’t mind,” he grumbles in your ear. This time, you do whimper. You don’t have to be facing Bakugo to know he’s grinning that evil grin he does when he’s about to do something bad.

“Well? Do you just plan on watching?” he snaps at Todoroki, making Todoroki huff a bit. He silently walks over and stands right in front of you, looking at Bakugo’s hands on your waist.

“Can I touch you?” he asks softly, looking up to meet your eyes. The fact that he even had to ask is so cute.

“I know you heard us today,” you start, reaching out to run your hands across his broad chest, “I know you heard what I want you to do to me,” you finish in a sultry tone, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. He watches the action before swooping down to connect your lips, a moan escaping you as Bakugo thrusts against your ass harder.

The kiss is messy and sloppy but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You gently pull on his hair, his hands going from your cheeks to slowly going down to your breasts. You gasp into his mouth when he squeezes them, your back arching away from Bakugo to press your chest further into his hands.

You hear Bakugo grunt before sliding his hands up under your shirt, bringing the cloth with him, When his hands meet Todoroki, Todoroki pulls away to allow him to take your shirt off. While Bakugo pulls it off, Todoroki is quick to reach behind you and remove your bra.

As soon as it’s off, Bakugo has his hands on your chest and making you moan with no lips to stop you. Todoroki meets your eyes before leaning down to start kissing down your neck, sucking and biting on random places. By this point, your clit is throbbing and your panties are completely soaked.

“Guys, I’ve been dreaming about this for a while. Can we speed up the foreplay?” you stutter out, your hands tugging at Todoroki’s double-colored strands of hair. He pulls away to look at you once more, panting a bit from his attack on your neck. Once he’s pulled back though, Bakugo is quick to push you forward before shoving you onto the bed.

“What was it you said you liked?” Bakugo asks sarcastically, his hands trailing down your back to your ass that you pushed into the air. “Oh, that’s right,” he says after a moment, acting as if the thought just occurred to him.

You cry out when he spanks you, causing you to arch your back and tightly grip the covers of his bed. “You don’t get to tell us what to do, whore. We are the boss of you, not the other way around.” You mewl lewdly at his words, your mouth watering as you wait for him to say more.

He spanks you again, causing you to moan loudly. You stare up at Todoroki when he moves to the other side of the bed, watching his face as he gently pushes the hair out of your face. “Don’t I need to be quiet? We are right next to Kirishima’s room,” you reason softly, trying to press your thighs together.

At this, Bakugo shoves your bottoms down and spanks you harder this time. This spank though involved a tiny spark from his quirk, making you barely be able to hold back a scream. It hurts but the pain is so delicious that you can’t help but to want another hit.

“I don’t care if he hears it or not. You probably want him to hear you so that he can come join us. Would you like that? Have another man here to fill you up with his cum?” Bakugo growls before spanking your other cheek the same way he hit you last time. You smack your hand over your mouth, tears springing to your eyes.

An animalistic growl comes from him as his free hand reaches forward to snatch your head up by your hair, making you stare up at Todoroki. “Admit it, you slut. You’d like that. Just like how you’re gonna love having me stuffing one of your holes while Todoroki stuffs the other one,” he says darkly.

A guttural moan escapes you as your eyes roll back into your head, your wet flower clenching around nothing. “Look at her. Maybe we should go over and invite him right now,” he threatens.

“Please, fill me up with your coc-”

You cut yourself off with a shrill moan when he spanks you again. You notice then that Todoroki has taken off his clothes and is currently pumping his hard length. Just like you thought, he’s long and thick. You wonder how big he is compared to Bakugo.

You gasp when you feel Bakugo’s length suddenly rubbing against your wet heat. “This what you want, huh? You want this hole stuffed by me, whore?” You nod your head with a whine, leaning your hips back to rub yourself against him. You’re quick to reach back and wrap your hand around his length, almost moaning at how thick and heavy he is in your hand.

You gasp again when your face is suddenly shoved into the mattress while his other hand snatches your hand away from him. “Did I say you can touch me?” he hisses. You feel him get off the bed and walk to somewhere else in the room.

You didn’t dare lift your head from the bed to look.

You inhale sharply when you feel Todoroki’s hands on your head, his fingers gently turning your head to look up at him. “You aren’t acting like the good girl I know you are,” he says softly, his already deep voice sounding lower than usual. You whimper at his words, it being better than anything you’ve ever dreamed. “How was that? Was that ‘deliciously dark’ enough for you?” he teases, a smirk coming to his face. You mewl at this, quickly nodding your head to show him how pleased you are. You just knew he’d talk like that once he’s riled up. You lean your weight on one hand and let the other reach out to him, starting to slide your hand up and down his member.

Your focus is pulled away from him when the bed shifts with Bakugo’s weight, your lip coming between your teeth when he forces your hand away from Todoroki to put them behind your back to tie them. Once your hands are tied up nice and tight, he forces you forward to where your chin is just over the bed. Bakugo has a tall enough bed frame to where you’re face to face with Todoroki’s hard member.

Now that you’re getting a better look, you see a vein protruding on the bottom that runs up his entire length. When your eyes reach the tip, you see precum gathering at the slit, making your mouth water once more.

“Do you think I even have to prep her? I bet she’s stretched out from all the times she’s shoved a dildo up her tight hole while imagining it’s one of us,” Bakugo says to Todoroki, his hand coming down on your right cheek again. Your body jumps with the hit to your already sore ass, a whining moan slipping past your lips. “Say, I wonder who she fantasized about more,” he says to himself as if he’s thinking out loud.

He brings his fingers to your sopping heat, pulling your panties to the side to spread your juices from your dripping hole to your clit. “She’s so wet. She loves the way we’re treating her, icyhot.” You turn your head to look at Todoroki’s face, finding that he’s biting his lip. You shudder as Bakugo takes his sweet time pulling your panties away, a strand of your arousal sticking to your panties as he pulls them down your legs. “God, you’re soaked,” he hisses, dropping the panties to your knees before grabbing your hip tightly with one hand.

The other hand goes back to touching your wetness, going against his idea of shoving himself right into your warmth. You moan when he gathers your arousal on his fingers and starts to rub at your swollen clit again, your eyes fluttering as you finally get some relief to the throbbing nub. With him pleasing you, you felt bad that Todoroki is just standing before you watching.

You shift your head forward and lick a stripe up the vein you were eyeing earlier. He hisses and brings his hands to your head again, his nails lightly digging into your skull as you suckle on his tip. You moan around him when Bakugo slips two fingers into you at once, your mouth going further down Todoroki’s length with each pump of Bakugo’s fingers.

When he adds a third finger, you accidentally deepthroat Todoroki and gag around him. You pull back quickly but keep your mouth around him, your tongue lapping at the head. “Look at you being such a good girl for me,” Todoroki says between pants, his hips starting to lightly thrust.

You hum in response, glad that you’re pleasing him. “She’s not a good girl. She’s anything but. She’s just a nasty little whore that wants us to use her as a sex toy,” Bakugo says behind you as he pulls out his fingers. You pull away from Todoroki’s member to wail when Bakugo finally pushes into you, stretching your walls out more than your fingers or toys ever could. “See? Look at her. This is all she’s good for,” Bakugo growls as he bottoms out before pulling his hips back to just snap them back against your ass.

You cry out in pleasure, your eyes rolling in your head for the nth time. You’re temporarily distracted when Todoroki turns your head back to his member and uses his other hand to grab ahold of his wet shaft. He then presses the head to your lips with a smirk, raising his brow up at you after holding it there waiting for you to open up. You instantly drop your jaw and stick out your tongue, his member sliding along your tongue towards the back of your throat.

You close your mouth around him and let him thrust since you’re having trouble moving with Bakugo pounding into you with each of his thrusts and moving your body. You moan with each of Bakugo’s thrusts, letting Todoroki feel the vibrations and making him grunt each time you do it.

You gasp around Todoroki’s shaft when his member suddenly starts getting really warm, making you become concerned for a moment before you realize what he’s doing. Before it can get too hot, he starts to drop the temperature and cools your mouth with his member until it’s as cold as ice. You moan loudly and clench around Bakugo, feeling Todoroki’s hands start to wander your back and do the same thing his member just did. Seeing Todoroki use his quirk on you, Bakugo decides to use his again.

You scream when Bakugo spanks you harder than ever before with his quirk, your scream thankfully being muffled since your mouth is full. Your scream causes Todoroki’s head to drop back, his mouth falling open as he starts to thrust faster in your mouth. Before you even realize, you’re cumming around Bakugo. Your body shakes a bit from the power of it, your eyes squeezing shut.

“That’s it. Cum with me stuffed in your tight hole. I can feel you pulsing around me,” Bakugo hisses, his hips starting to smack against your ass quicker and quicker. Todoroki starts to push deeper into your mouth, making him deepthroat you with every thrust. You moan when you can, your walls clenching around Bakugo and making your entrance cling onto him every time he pulls out.

It didn’t take long for Todoroki to shoot his load down your throat, some of his seed slipping past your lips and goes down your chin and neck. He stays in your mouth for a moment before slowly pulling out, your lips catching any cum that was stuck to his shaft.

Bakugo cums next, pulling out just in time to cum on your sore ass. He lets out a guttural moan as he does, his head tilted back when you turn to look at him. When he finishes, your legs are quick to give out and you slide them to lay down flat on the bed.

That is the best sex that you’ll ever have in your life, you’re sure.

“Next time, we are switching holes,” Todoroki says, leaving no room for questions.

“Fine. Ten minutes and you’ll get your turn,” Bakugo grumbles as he lays down on his back next to you. You grunt, both too tired to go another round but also too impatient to wait any longer to have them again.

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Again, characters are aged up

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More with Bakugo

I lowkey wanna write a part three-

Tag List: ik some of you didn’t asked to be added but you commented on the first part so I figured you’d wanted to be made aware of the second part. Let me know if you want to be removed :) @bobasuki, @toxicfirewolf2020, @whoreforouterbanks, @on-jah-bruh, @eternal-0ve, @todorokishotolover, @lovemythos, @coolbabydumpling, @cathwritestragediesnotsins, @jabby16, @spitfyrefae, @living-the-husbando-life, @nikatastic, @courtneypaigemartin, @kac-chowsballs, @the-sander-fander, @dweebbblog, @inumorph, @earthfce, @m-jkttyl, @psicotropicwanderlust, @spicyhokage, @lifudesuka, @woahcalmdownjamal, @notyourmommy, @shotos-bitch-babie, @cece-lives-here, @nojammsss03, @honneymusterd, @fee-btheweeb, @an-unlikely-ghost, @shadowdreas, and @astroepiphany

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legends-live-in-memories · 4 years ago

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Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century

AYO! Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle! Team Enemies-to-Lovers for the win. I bring you another oneshot. but this time i used 3 prompts like a dumbass.

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Daminette Oneshot 4.3K words (no warnings except slight cursing)

Summary:

“Marinette is invited to the Super-Rockin' Wedding of the Century and she needs a date. Alya is both her best and worst wingman.”

Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle, I used 3 prompts to make this thing: 1. "You don't have to like me, you just need to pretend you do." 2. "I like your costume. You look very cute." "Are you making fun of me?" 3. 'Write about a very unusual wedding proposal.' this is the culmination of all my efforts.

without further ado:

It was the biggest news on the internet. Global sensation, international rockstar, Jagged Stone, was officially engaged to childhood friend turned manager, Penny Rolling. Memes and fan theories stormed every corner of the web. Trending topics including #rockstar_wedding and #RollingStone permeated every social media platform. Guest lists were speculated, dress designers were tagged in every post that even mentioned the words ‘wedding’ or ‘bride’. It was total mayhem but none felt it worse than up-and-coming Parisian designer, M. D. Cheng, privately known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The young adult was up to her neck in design templates, and was drowning in half-baked ideas and sketches. While the internet has only heard about the proposal for a solid two weeks at this point, Marinette was in the know for six months. Jagged Stone had contacted her in advance because he needed her help with the proposal itself.

And what a proposal it was.

Jagged had outlined his idea in simple terms but it was still so mind-boggling that Marinette needed him to draw some visual aids to completely convey his idea. Initially it sounded simple enough but the more the man spoke, the more Marinette felt her brain fry at the mental picture. It first involved recreating a scene from Penny’s favourite movie. Which sounded rather romantic, if you ignored the fact that her favourite movie was Bride of Chucky. Then it involved Jagged dressed as the Tinman from Wizard of Oz. Oh, and the proposal had to happen on Halloween because that was the anniversary of their first date apparently, and based on everything else this plan entailed it might as well have been. Marinette’s role in all of this was to simply re-make the white wedding dress Chucky’s bride, Tiffany, wore because Penny already had the leather jacket to match. Of course she did. She didn’t even want to know how Jagged acquired the Tinman suit. Not her barrel of monkeys.

While many thought Jagged was the eccentric one of the pair, due to his loud personality and being an actual rockstar, the more Marinette worked for the two of them over the years, the more she learned how absolutely wrong they all were. It turned out it was Penny’s idea for Jagged to dye his hair purple, and she was the one to ask him out on Halloween all those faithful years ago. Her calm and collected demeanor was an impressive cover for the absolute weirdo she actually was. And Jagged had planned a proposal that was undoubtedly perfect for her. Regardless of how abso-fucking-lutely bizarre it was.

To each their own and let’s move on.

The set-up for the proposal started with Jagged, dressed as the Tinman, playing the part of Chucky, who begins the body-switching chant from the movie. Everything from that point on was resting on Penny’s love for the movie. Without hesitating, Penny, dressed as Tiffany, and playing her part, knew the lines by heart and immediately began reenacting the scene with Jagged. Her lines involved telling ‘Chucky’ to kiss her while she reaches for a knife that’s supposed to be in his pocket. Instead, as Jagged was still dressed as the Tinman, Penny pulled out a slip of paper. On said paper, the words ‘All the Tinman wanted was a heart’ were written in Jagged’s almost illegible chicken scratch. When Penny was distracted with the piece of paper, Jagged had gotten down on one knee and pulled out the engagement ring. The actual words of his proposal were never actually said because, upon seeing the ring, Penny flung herself into the man, clipping her chin into his metal-plated shoulder, but she wasn’t complaining.

So that was how the proposal went.

Wedding planning started almost immediately since the newly engaged had already picked a theme. And this is where Marinette began to regret every life choice she has made since she was thirteen; starting with opening the mysterious box she found on her desk and ending with agreeing to being the main designer for the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. One thing that wasn’t well-known but not a secret about Jagged was that he was a superhero fan. He grew up enjoying the fictional ones in his childhood comic books and he adored the real ones he witnessed in his adult life. His song that he dedicated to the teenage Ladybug was only one part of his… appreciation. His hero-worship went so far as to beieve that a hero-themed wedding was appropriate. Or he didn’t, but also didn’t care about adhering to societal propriety and went with that theme anyways. So the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century was now the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. And twenty-three year old Marinette was incharge of the entire wedding party’s outfits.

Perfect.

As a small mercy from some god, both the bride and groom to-be had a rather short list of people in their parties. Marinette was also able to design appropriate hero-themed outfits for all of them and scheduled them for fittings in the coming weeks. That, surprisingly, was the easy part as there were plenty of heroes to draw inspiration from. However, that wasn’t the cause of her current crisis right now.

No. Marinette was up to her neck in unnecessary designs and ideas because she’s been avoiding one particular contingency in her acceptance of the wedding invitation.

She needed a date.

She needed a date because she had promised Penny that she wasn’t overworking herself and to prove it, she would bring a date to the wedding. Rather than call any of the people who expressed interest in her at some point in time, she designated herself to wallow in her situation and distract herself with designs. In the midst of her one person pity party, her phone rang under the sea of ripped out pages. She scoured for the device and hastily answered before she could accidently send the caller to voicemail.

“Hello?” She didn’t check the caller ID and was delighted at the sound of her best friend answering her.

“Marinette! How’s it going over there?” Alya’s voice was mixed in with the busy street life of Metropolis. She had moved there immediately after high school, snatching an internship with the Daily Planet and attending the local community college. She and Marinette don’t call often due to time differences, but when they do it’s like they’ve never parted. She always looked forward to her calls.

“It’s going great, Als,” if she ignored her current dilemma, then yeah, everything was perfect. “But you wouldn’t happen to have an available bachelor willing to be my date to the ‘Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century’ in your back pocket, would you?”

Alya’s answering laugh was both comforting and teasing and Marinette felt herself missing her even more. What she said next, however, took Marinette by surprise.

“Actually I do.”

“Pardon?”

“Well,” she took a pause to build suspense. “I know a guy who knows a guy. But it’s nothing shady, I swear.”

“That’s not comforting.” Oh god. What has she unintentionally signed herself up for?

“You know my coworker, Jon? The guy who does the photography for all my field work?” Alya had met Jon as soon as she had started her internship. Both of his parents were top journalists at the Daily Planet so he volunteered to act as tour guide for all the new interns. He and Alya, from the exasperated stories Marinette has heard from Nino, got along like a house on fire. If he was involved, Marinette was starting to doubt even further that this was going to end well for her.

“Yes, I know Jon. How is he by the way?”

“He’s fine, but I remember him telling me how he tried to set up his best friend on several dates over the years and how they all ended poorly. He’s as approachable as a brick wall; not just a prick but the whole damn cactus. Or so Jon says.” How does that sound like someone Marinette wanted to bring along with her to the wedding? “But he’s totally your type so I could ask Jon to wrap him up in bubblewrap and send him your way whenever you want.”

“How,” and Marinette said this with a lot of feeling, “is he my type exactly?”

“Green eyes with daddy issues.”

“ALYA!” Marinette was absolutely floored at her bluntness. She wasn’t even sorry about shouting into the receiver.

“Am I wrong? You have a type and he fits that type. Jon mentioned how this guy and his dad hit several roadblocks when they first met. And I’ve seen pictures of him so ‘green eyes’ checks too.”

“That is not my type of guy.” She can’t believe this was how this conversation was going.

“Adrien.”

“I didn’t even know who his father was at the time, Alya.”

“Felix.”

“His dad is dead! That doesn’t count as ‘daddy issues.’” She can feel her cheeks flaming as the call went on. Any hotter and she was going to set her sketchbooks on fire. “Besides, I dated Luka so he doesn’t fit the criteria.”

“He’s an outlier and that’s only because his eyes are blue.” Okay, fine she had a type. “And besides, you don’t even have to date the guy. You only need him to accompany you to the wedding and you both go your separate ways after. No harm, no foul.”

Right. That was true. No strings attached. She could do that.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but,” she held her breath and let it out loudly, ignoring Alya’s chuckle at her dramatics.” Give Jon my number to give this guy. And send his number to me.”

“Wahoo! Look at you, girl,” Alya was hooting and hollering over the speaker and Marinette found herself going along with the theatrics. “Okay, I will. But I gotta go, my cab is here. Bye!”

“Bye! Stay safe. Oh before you go, what’s Jon’s friend’s name anyways?”

“Uh, Damian, I think.” The call ended before Marinette could respond, but it was okay she mused. Tossing her phone onto her couch, she flopped down onto her floor and stared at her ceiling contemplatively.

What could go wrong?

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When Alya had described this Damian guy as ‘not just a prick but the whole damn cactus,’ she was right. Marinette had been texting back and forth with Damian for a month, and the guy was making this idea seem less and less worth it by the day. Whenever Marinette tried to learn more about the guy, he would ghost her for days on end before replying with a half-assed response at best. She knew nothing about him other than that his first name was Damian and that he was from Gotham. She had no idea how the ball of life that was Jon was even friends with someone like Damian. She asked as much to Alya in their most recent call.

“How did they even meet?” She was pacing the floor plan of her apartment, ready to tear her hair out. “Did Damian bully him in school or something?”

“Apparently their dads knew each other and introduced them,” Alya sounded half awake, stifling a yawn; probably because Marinette had called her at 1 am, Metropolis’s time. “Their brothers being friends also forced them to get along.”

“And that’s another thing!” Marinette had paused in her pacing and was now staring intently at a potted plant in the corner of her living room. Any more rage in her glare and the plant would have wilted and died. “He doesn’t tell me anything about him. I don’t need to know all his personal information, but if he’s going to be flying out to Paris on my behalf, I think I at least deserve to know his last name.”

“Hey, M,” another yawn echoed through the speaker, “I love you, truly, but maybe this could wait for holier day time hours?”

“I guess,” a vindictive part of Marinette felt like this was payback for all those inopportune calls when Marinette was busy with clients. “Sorry for interrupting your sleep.”

“It’s no big deal. But have you tried talking to him about it? If he’s ghosting your texts, try calling him. If he ignores you then too then maybe you should try finding another person to be your plus one.”

“The wedding is in two weeks, Alya!” Marinette partially regrets waiting so long to vent her frustration about the situation but she had tried to tough it out. “I would have much preferred if you were my plus one. You sure there’s no way to convince your parents to skip out on the family trip?”

“Sorry, M. Once the news about the proposal hit the internet, I tried everything. I even tried to use work, saying that I could cover the ceremony for the newspaper. My folks won’t budge though. My dad’s aunt is important to him and he wants us all at the funeral.”

“Right, right, I forgot about that.” Now she felt like an ass. “Send you dad my condolences when you see him again.”

“Will do. Good morning, Marinette. And don’t worry too much about the guy. Everything will turn up great. I can feel it.”

“Thanks, Alya. Good night, get some sleep.”

The line went dead and Marinette let out a rather weary exhale. She had no idea how this was going to work. She pulled up her contacts and searched for what she had Damian saved as.

‘Douche’ flashed on her screen and she hit the call button without remorse. She didn’t care that it was also currently 1 am in Gotham. He didn’t deserve that much consideration from her.

“What?” His voice was gravely and deep. And also really pissed if his clipped tone was anything to go by.

“Damian? Hi, this is Marinette, the girl you’re accompanying to the wedding in two weeks?” Her voice was pitched as if she was dealing with an irritating customer. Fake and polite.

“I know who you are. Why are you calling me at this unreasonable hour?” Fair, but Marinette was still aggravated at him so she wouldn’t concede.

“I’m calling because we need to talk.” She heard him scoff over the line and she felt her blood boil even hotter. She took several calming breaths to reign her temper in. “Don’t hang up.”

“Look,” She didn’t give him a chance to refuse and kept talking, getting everything off her chest. “This wedding is important to me and I promised the bride I would bring a date. After that you can delete my number and we never have to speak to each other ever. You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“Whatever,” he sounded less annoyed from when he first answered the phone. “I will act as cordial as the situation requires, and nothing more. I also have my attire secured for the wedding and accommodations in Paris already prepared. I will see you at the wedding.”

“Than—” The sound of the call ending interrupted her and her frustration was back tenfold. With a cry in anguish she flung her phone onto her couch and stomped into her kitchen to channel her rage into baking.

Three loaves of bread and a dozen eclairs later, Marinette felt calm enough to finish the final touches on her outfit for the wedding.

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It was the day of the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. The Rolling-Stone’s, as they were asking to be called, had kept the ceremony small. Relatively. Only two hundred invited guests, few of which were asked to bring a plus one. Marinette was over the moon at the array of outfits people were sporting. Some chose full-on cosplay while others, like herself, went for more subtle nods to the heroes. In honour of a previous Ladybug, Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, Marinette based her outfit off of Wonder Woman’s uniform, Hippolyta’s daughter. A navy blue sequined halter top bodice that flows into a blood red A-line skirt. She paired it with a thick silver belt, silver gladiator heels rather than boots and broad silver arm cuffs. It was simple but effective. Besides, all attention should be on the bride and groom today.

A tap on her shoulder caught her attention and she turned only to come face first with red with black spots. Ladybug. Someone chose her as inspiration. How flattering. Looking up to see who was wearing the Ladybug-themed suit jacket, she stared at a pair of deep forest green eyes and a sneer to ruin that ridiculously handsome face. She recognized him from the photo Alya had sent some time ago. Damian.

“Hi, Damian,” at least one of them had to be civil and Marinette knew it was going to be her. But the idea that of all the heroes for him to choose from he chose her sent her into poorly stifled fits of giggling. Images of him going ‘Lucky Charm’ and ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ were almost too much to bear.

“I don’t know what’s so amusing about my choice of attire,” his face was starting to flush in similar shades to his jacket and that made Marinette laugh harder. “Ladybug is a well respected heroine and I thought it appropriate to pay homage while in her home city.”

“No. No no. There is nothing wrong with it. I like your costume, you look very cute.”

“Are you making fun of me?” His irritation was rather cathartic for the still giggling woman.

“No, I just didn’t think you would have put that much thought into your outfit for today. You always gave me the impression that you were ready to back out at any time.”

“I made a commitment and I had all intentions to see it through the end.”

“Could have fooled me.” And her snark was back. Now was not the time to pick a fight with the guy, he did fly all the way to Paris on her behalf after all.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” and Marinette wanted to know how he managed to sound so condescending with that statement. “How did you even get an invitation to this wedding anyways? You’re not a celebrity and you don’t look like family either.”

“Actually,” she said it with more force than what was probably necessary but his slightly accusatory tone was just so irritating. “I am the lead designer for the wedding party,” her chest was swimming with confidence at the chance to talk about her job. “I’ve worked with the bride and groom for years; M. D. Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette will deny to her grave the rush of satisfaction at the absolute gobsmacked look on Damian’s face. A real fish out of water. Mouth open wide ready to catch flies. She wished she could capture this moment forever.

The moment was over too soon because Damian was regaining his composure and slipping into his default stoic expression. He cleared his throat and fixed a look at Marinette. It was rather intense.

“I believe I owe you an apology then.” He looked put-out at admitting something so menial. “I believed you were nothing more than a socialite chain climber.”

“A what?”

“When Jon reached out to me saying that a friend of one of his coworkers needed a date for an event, and when that event turned out to be the wedding of someone of such popularity, I figured you were only trying to increase your own social status by showing up with me on your arm.”

“And you said ‘yes’ anyways?” Marinette was confused but pieces of the mystery that is Damian were starting to fit in place. But something else stuck out as odd to her. “Also, how would you being my date increase my social status anyhow?”

He scoffs before answering. Bitch.

“What? It wouldn’t be the first time one of Jon’s set-ups ended that way. Besides, we’ve had an agreement that I can’t turn down an offer until meeting the person face to face.” Weird deal but some friendships are just like, Marinette supposes. “And being seen with me is enough to make anyone more popular.”

“...And you are?”

“Damian… Wayne…” He spoke as if he was talking to a small child. As if it should be obvious who he was like he was some celeb— Oh shit.

A name had flashed into her mind. On the finalised guest list, Marinette had only seen it once in passing, there was a name that belonged to someone Jagged was rather excited to see. He said the friend was an old college buddy. She remembered that much. She had completely forgotten that ‘a billionaire playboy’ was also attached to the name. Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne. Suddenly everything in the past few months made perfect sense. The cold shoulder, the ghosting, and his prickly disposition. He was overly guarded because he had justified reasons to be. Now she felt like an ass.

“Oh.” Real intelligent, Marinette.

“Oh? What, you didn’t know?” He sounded incredulous at the notion and he had every right to be. Marinette could only shake her head. Words were failing her now, her brain trying to rewrite the memories of every interaction the two ever had.

She was saved from further mortification by a call for everyone to find their seats. The wedding was about to begin.

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The ceremony was beautiful. Penny’s dress was a silver grey, tied back with a golden belt. Instead of a long train, Marinette had attached a black cape that shimmered in the right lighting. Penny wore a tiara with two peaks to imitate the ‘bat-ears.’ A Batman-themed wedding dress was not something she ever saw herself making, but she was proud at how beautiful and confident Penny looked in it. Jagged was adorn in a royal blue suit with bold red lapels. He also had a matching red cape. His hair was styled in the familiar sleek way Superman wears it. The two made quite the pair.

The reception was a lively affair. Jagged had dedicated several songs to his new wife and they dazzled the crowd on the dance floor. Marinette didn’t pay much attention to the speeches beyond a quick glance at Damian when his own father stepped up to the podium. He had buried his head in his hands, looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. A courtesy pat on the back was all Marinette gave to him.

The two hadn’t really spoken much since the revelation that they had completely misjudged each other. The awkward tension was almost palpable. As Marinette was gathering the courage to speak to him, to try and officially clear the air, she was being dragged by one of the bridesmaids onto the dancefloor. It was time for the bride to throw the bouquet. All the unmarried women were being corralled into a tight cluster and Marinette got swept up in the tide.

Marinette wasn’t focusing on the actual game, trying her hardest not to get trampled, when she saw something move in her periphery. Years of being Ladybug had left her with finely honed instincts so she could not be blamed when she immediately jumped and caught the incoming object. The bouquet. She had caught the bouquet. Oh that was just her luck. Deafening squeals of delight brought her out of her own head and she was suddenly being embraced in Penny’s arms. She returned the hug, sharing in her delight, before breaking away to sit down.

“Nice catch.” His voice had surprised her, she hadn’t expected him to speak to her for the rest of the night.

“Uh, thank you. Just lucky, I guess.” Damian didn’t get the chance to respond because he was being dragged by his own father to join all the bachelors in catching the garter. Marinette was equally uninterested in this spectacle and had let her mind wander to other things.

A loud uproar caught her attention again and her eyes zeroed in on Damian holding the tossed garter. He made his way back over to her, dropping himself into his seat gracelessly. The two sat in silence, contemplating the implications of them both catching the garter and bouquet. The games were done purely for tradition’s sake, with total disregard of what it was supposed to symbolise. Still. One’s mind couldn’t help but wander. Minutes ticked passed and Marinette was beginning to wonder if someone was going to talk about the elephant in the room.

“So,” Damian’s voice was slightly strained, like he wasn’t used to being this flustered. It was kind of endearing. Wait what?

“So.”

“While marriage seems far out of reach for right now,” Oh god. He was going to talk about it. “How does dinner sound, next Friday?”

“Wait,” he wanted to spend more time with her? After their disastrous first impressions? “Really?”

“Really. I believe we started off on the wrong foot,” he let out a soft chuckle, almost self-deprecating. “Which isn’t really new for me, but it’s not everyday I meet someone who doesn’t recognise me at first glance. I think you’re someone who I would like to get to know better. If that is something you are also interested in.”

“Yeah,” Marinette knows all about wanting to get acquainted with someone who she’s had a bad first impression of. Just look at her past relationships. Wow, she really does have a type. Damning thoughts for later. “Friday works for me. Seven pm?”

“Perfect. I’ll text you the details then.”

“Wonderful, I can’t wait.”

The rest of the evening was spent in companionable silence with small bouts of conversation in between. They shared a couple dances on the floor and parted ways at the end of the night with budding anticipation for Friday.

As Marinette was preparing for bed that night in the comfort of her apartment, she sent a text to Alya that her friend would see later in the day.

You were right, I do have a type :(

#maribat #daminette #maridami #mgi trope tussle #mgi- server event #enemies to lovers #speedrun #i #like a dumbass challenged myself to use three prompts and i delivered #i hope #i hope yall enjoy #tumblr do me a solid #dont hide my posts #please #im begging #ml x dc #mlb x dc #tumblr please stop hiding my posts #no beta this is tussle

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calamity-unlocked · 3 years ago

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hope you have a safe trip!! For the prompt meme, here's one from the hurt/comfort list:

“You were supposed to stay behind and be safe. If you die, I’m killing you myself. Stay awake!”

How about this with Anne and Sasha ? But if you'd prefer to write different characters that's fine too 😌

L'il late but I promise I'm still working on these! here ya go Méli, this is prompt was just an open invite to write some painful angst no comfort and I don't regret a thing :D

Writing prompts are closed!

Words: 825

It was funny.

Back when it was just her and Grime making their stand, facing off the rest of the world, she had felt like she was the strong one.

Her blades and her proficient aggression made her a formidable warrior. She had trained until her bones hurt and her breaths were wheezing rasps. Sasha strived for perfection, and nothing less.

She had never reached it. She'd survived multiple downfalls, each humbling in their own right. Anne had beaten her and Marcy had outsmarted her, forcing her to her knees as the realization that she had chosen the wrong path pressed closer. But despite the losses, she was still stronger. Still a fighter who could stand up against the forces trying to destroy her. She played her part and it mattered.

That was all different now. This time, Sasha’s might paled compared to that of her friends.

She had seen it first in that throne room, when all felt lost and done for. The bright light that had enveloped Anne had changed her destiny in an instant. Anne's transformation had made her the heart of a blue flame, seemingly calm but its underlying fury hotter than a sun. Her powers were the only thing giving them a chance.

And Marcy…

Sasha blinked slowly and sluggishly to keep the dizziness at bay. She looked down as the shape of her bloodied hand, wrapped around her waist, became clearer. Her own blood.

Marcy had become dangerous too.

Sasha and her swords made for a puny thing. She did not matter anymore. Not in the grand scheme of things.

She pushed herself to stumble just a few more steps. The dancing light of a crackling campfire became brighter, sending orange spots floating around the edge of her vision. Just one figure was waiting in the clearing in the swamp, outlined by the fire and the red light of the moon.

“Hey Anne,” Sasha groaned, flashing the other girl a weak grin and a two-fingered salute. “How’s it hanging?”

Then she collapsed.

The cool grass barely did anything to catch her fall. Her head rang from the impact, but her body was preoccupied with a different pain. Anne was at her side in seconds, because of course she was. Before Sasha knew it, she was held with a carefulness she had almost forgotten existed.

“Sasha! What happened?!” Anne's voice cut through the expanding haze. “You were supposed to stay behind!”

It had just been a scouting mission. They’d gotten word that Andrias had traveled to Wartwood, with minimal security in tow. The village had been long abandoned after the king had doubled down on the robot assault. It was the perfect chance to end this war once and for all. To get revenge.

They had been wrong.

“I saw Marcy,” she whispered. The wound in her left side throbbed louder than her heartbeat.

Anne's tight grip on Sahsa's left hand loosened just a little bit. "Marcy?" The name was more of an escaped breath than a spoken word.

Sasha opened her mouth to report - like a good soldier would - but instead she hissed sharply, the pain starting to drown out any coherent thoughts. "Fuck," she groaned.

For a moment, Anne's expression was distant, thinking of someone else. Then she was sucked back into the present, trembling as she took in the sight of blood.

"I- I'm gonna get Maddie, okay?"

"Sure," Sasha whispered, the words feeling as heavy as her eyelids. "I'm just gonna... I'll just take a nap."

"No!" Anne snapped, grabbing her by the chin and shaking her head until her eyes snapped back open. “No napping! Sash, I swear to Frog, if you die, I’m killing you myself. Stay awake!”

Sasha had gotten more familiar with Anne's anger than she had hoped. She'd been the target of that careful fury many times now and it had stung every time.

The emotion etched into her friend's face was not that anger. This was desperation.

Sasha blinked. In the dark, she saw tears trailing down Anne's cheeks. How many times were they going to cry over the other?

“I’m sorry,” she said, for the tenth, hundredth, thousandth time. "Guess I didn't listen to you again."

She didn't hear what Anne said next between two sobbing gasps.

Sasha had thought she was strong enough to play this game. And she had been, once.

But the world had changed too fast for her to keep up. She was outclassed.

Her hand that wasn't being held by Anne slowly reached up to cup Anne's face, leaving red trails in its wake. She watched as Anne's eyes flashed blue, illuminating her tears.

Then her hand fell limp. Her sight became unfocused. The blaze of the campfire behind them reminded her of a different orange light.

Like so many of her early nights in Amphibia, Anne and Marcy were the last things on her mind before consciousness slipped away from her.

#hoped you liked it <3<3 #amphibia #answers and such #kara-melys #i could have expanded a little on this but decided to keep it self contained #calamity's writing #ask meme #writing promt meme #im still working on the rest of the promps #but yknow #busy

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more-stuff-of-pi · 4 years ago

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Jump and I’ll Kiss You

a/n: backstory: i do prof theatre and had to do this with a woman who was like 5’10”. i’m 5’2”and thicc and the unbridled joy that i got from holding a woman taller than me and making out with her was insane so have this

notes: i love my baby kiri. hope he’s not ooc whoops. requests are open :) find my masterlist here

pairing: kirishima eijirou x gn!reader | genre: fluff | warnings: none :) | word count: 669

So, kiri is beefy and tall af and only gets bigger as time goes on

kiri is Big Big size kink go brrr

No matter how big you think you are, next to kiri, you’re wrong, mans is always gonna be massive af

Embrace the fact that mans makes you feel so fucking small (good ways only)

Denki saw that meme with the shit of like jumping at someone and seeing what their reaction would be and if they would drop whatever they had or smth to catch you

And since Kiri is massive and you, his s/o, is small, Denki thought it would be funny to see what your reaction would be and so he presents this idea to Kiri

Yours and Kiri’s relationship is pretty playful and y’all will do harmless and cute lil pranks to each other every do often

But only like small stuff and they’re not even really pranks

And Kiri is all for this idea bc he’s also curious. Like, he knows you obviously are strong af bc you’re also in the hero course and if Kiri has anything to say about it you’re also one of the best so like,,,, you have to be strong

But kiri is big

So he was thinking that he was going to be too big for it to actually work and that he was gonna make y’all fall over but then he would have his lil heroic moment and catch you both and maybe you would gasp and then playfully hit his chest before smiling that pretty little smile and leaning in all so very cute--

Mans thought he was prepared to say the least

Eijirou was fully not prepared for the situation he had somehow ended up in.

What was supposed to happen was that he, at Denki’s urging, would run and jump at you, startle you so that you would maybe fall and Eijirou could swoop in with the manliest of moves and maybe even get a little kiss from it, too.

What was not supposed to happen was Eijirou’s brain malfunctioning from overheating.

Eijirou was aware of how massive he was compared to most of everyone around him. Sure, he still had room to really grow into himself, but he was well on his way there. And Eijirou completely dwarfed you. If he was being honest, sometimes he would be terrified of accidentally hurting you.

But, instead of catching you off guard, Kirishima Eijirou played himself.

When he had run and jumped at you, he was fully not expecting to be caught and held so steadily. You were in the middle of a conversation when suddenly your boyfriend had called out your name, barely giving you enough time to look over. Your mind was a little slow, but your body was faster, only stumbling back a little due to the sheer force of Eijirou barrelling at you. You hoisted him up, hands sliding under his thighs to keep him sturdy.

“Eijirou, what the hell are you doing?”

Cue Eijirou’s brain malfunction because, first question, how in the fuck. He was huge! And you were so small! Even with all the training that you do, determined to be the best you could, there was no way you could catch him, let alone hold him. Right? Wrong.

Second question and the one that lit him up like a Christmas tree and made him burn hotter than Todoroki’s fire: fuck, why was this kinda hot?

“Eijirou? Ei, baby, are you--” you grin wickedly when you connect the burning blush on his cheeks. Your grip tightens as you spn him around, giggling when you chastely kiss him. You squat to put him down and when you stand back up again, his hands are still on your shoulders, cheeks flaming as he’s slowly processing what just happened. You laugh when he nervously chuckles.

“That was…”

“Pretty fucking manly, huh?”

Eijirou gulps out a breathless “yeah” which only causes your grin to grow a little more wickedly smug.

taglist: @samwrights, @mayaoliviee, @luluwiie

#jump and i'll kiss you #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro #idk why i like to put the u at the end #i think it's bc i speak chinese and when i'm writing pinyin there's lots of u's at the end???#i really have no idea if that's a fair reason tho yoinks #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #gn!reader #also i suck at titles lmao i'm so sorry #but i do kinda like this one it's v silly

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mangosmemes · 3 years ago

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CAPYBARA SHENANIGANS

Collected quotes from the RPC Development Tea Room Discord Server! Feel free to change wording/etc to fit your muse.

(Name), you wouldn't be you if you had chill.

I'm hoping Glitz is like glam rock. Jazz with more glitter. Like a hair band.

It sounds like they've named their dogs using one of those 'what is your porn name?' memes.

sorry sir, you're asking for services that come with the girlfriend package, & you're currently subscribing to the fringe benefits deal, please talk to me about an upgrade

this has backfired tremendously

leaves splayed out like a professional on a porn set's casting couch

my next life, make me a fuckin houseplant

I have moments where I brain goodly

I’m a houseplant with more complicated emotions

But I’m a coconut ho

If you tell me they made you cry, I will burn down their house with them in it, & I will never forget they did that.

I regularly say Mercury is in Gatorade to fuck with people

and at some point I realized that I was in too deep

get your capybaras we got so many of em. ya want a sleepy one? a caffeine addicted one? how about an angry capybara, an angybara if you will

So edible undies, but made of cookies instead of fruit rollups?

where's that cookie underwear, i need to eat my feelings

you're not allowed to charge me with murder again

THREE TIMES I'VE BEEN ACCUSED OF MURDER WHEN IT WAS MAN-SLAUGHTER AND YOU KNOW IT

Well i guess setting yourself on fire would wake you up

DON'T THINK UNPURE THOUGHTS ABOUT WINNIE THE POOH I SWEAR

I came back to some weird shit

I felt my entire ass loosen.

Cows care not for hygiene

I think IHOP might be where hope goes to die, and I say that as having been in many an IHOP at 3am

life is too short and i choose violence

DID YOU JUST COMPARE ME TO THE BUG'S LIFE RIDE IN ANIMAL KINGDOM?

She is a ship, He's a canal, Can I make anymore obvious?

It’s your fault I’m gay as hell so it must be your fault everyone else is too

the feral part is most accurate

send in the bitchslapping raccoons

you don't gotta be old to be a cryptid

stop trying to kill people

I feel like I was rickrolled by a pet site.

grand theft horsey

jeff bezos; not even the first dickhead into space, but probably the first flying in on one

YOU SHUSH YOU SHITSTIRRER

May I remind everyone that they have the ass of a frog

what emotion am I depicting?? fuck around and find out

just because you read it in a fanfic doesn't mean its a good idea

That information makes sense but I don’t like it

The heat wave has turned me into a part time nudist i swear

this isn't twilight

But most importantly, hotter than Satan's asscrack in a lava bath, so not a viable option

I will push your pin

#dearindies #rp memes #rp starters #sentence starters #member submission

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glytchfic · 3 years ago

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We started as a spark. PART 1.

David Dastmalchian x Fem!Reader

Hellooo guys! So i’m back for the official Part 1. I’m glad so many of you enjoyed the Prologue, it’s really appreciated. I don’t know at what frequency exactly i’ll be able to upload because i’m in college - you know the drill with college lol fml - and i’ll probably get busier and busier as the week goes by, but i’ll keep you posted as much as i can! As usual, if you have any criticism or anything, just let me know.

Enjoy!

Rating: 18+

Warnings, i’ll probably add more as i go: slow burn, foul language.

Inspired by the song False Alarm by Matoma & Becky Hills.

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I hear a knock on the door and I open my eyes a little bit. I turn around, hide under my blanket and close my eyes again. I can feel myself dozing off again and I hear another knock, louder this time. After a sign of despair, I get up and stumble to my front door, not entirely awake yet. I open it and see a red-haired man walking right through it. I groan. Here comes the legendary Steve Agee with his early morning attitude.

‘I’ve been waiting for 15 minutes downstairs.’

‘How come Richard let you through?’

‘The man at the lobby? I told him your darkest deepest secret to prove I knew you and he let me through. Now get dressed, we’re gonna be late.’ Steve commands.

‘Late for what?’ I ask, apparently confused.

He frowns at me and tilts his head a bit. After a couple of seconds, it hit me.

‘Aw fuck the table read!’ I scream as I run to my room.

‘Nice PJ by the way.’

I mutter a ‘Fuck you’ under my breath as I search for something decent to wear to our first table read. I put on something quite simple – black leggings and a white T-shirt – and grab my phone on my bedside table. One text from my mom, eight missed calls from Steve and one text from – oh my god – David.

‘I reserved a seat for you and Steve right next to me. You’re welcome.’

I can’t help but smile. I first met David a month ago when James – James Gunn – decided to organize something at his place so the crew could get to know each other. To my biggest surprise, David and I hit it off immediately. But if I’m being honest with myself, it does not help the huge attraction I have for him.

‘Are you coming or not?’ Steve yells while jingling his car keys.

‘Oh my god, I hope you got us coffee before you got here because you’re insufferable right now!’ I yell back.

I take a sip of my coffee as I look out through the window.

‘Sorry for making us late.’ I say calmer than earlier.

‘Don’t you have an assistant to help you keep track of all that?’ Steve points out.

‘Yep. Might fire him.’

Steve parks the car and I get out of it, coffee in hand. I gaze at the building, and I see the Warner Bros logo at the top of it. I look at my phone and see we’re only ten minutes late, which is not so bad. Chances are we’re not gonna be the only ones late. We enter the building and I follow Steve, who knows this place much better than I do. We arrive in front of door 171 and he opens it for me like the gentlemen that he is. With a loud bang, the door closes behind us and everybody turns around to stare at us.

‘Hey.’ I say with an apologetic tone.

‘Have you, at least, brought coffee for everyone?’ James chuckles.

I mouth a sincere ‘Sorry’ as I look around for my place. I see David in the corner waving at me and Steve. He smiles at me as I sit next to him, and I can feel my face getting a little bit hotter. I really need to calm down. I can’t let him have this much effect on me.

‘Did you get lost?’ he whispers to me.

‘Worse than that. I forgot.’ I whisper back and he chuckles a bit.

He hands me a copy of the script and we finally begin our first table read for The Suicide Squad. James shares with us his thoughts about most parts of the movie, some information we need to know about the underlying messages and all the important dates we need to know about the productions. After a few hours of reading and re-reading some parts, we leave the room and the first I do is lean against the wall in the corridor, holding my rumbling stomach.

‘Are you pregnant or something?’ Steve said in his mocking tone.

‘Fuck off, Steve.’

He laughs. Being very vocal about not wanting kids, he knows it annoys the shit out of me when he makes those kinds of comments. But since I’ve known him for years and we became good friends, it just became – in a way – a running gag between us. And maybe because most of my attempts at the relationship thing failed because of the baby thing and he knows all about it. He’s an asshole and I love him for that.

‘All jokes aside, wanna grab a bite? You look like shit.’

‘You look like shit.’ I smile at him, and he smiles back, ‘but yeah, we should. Coffee only diet is not good.’

‘Wait here. I’ll ask David if he wants to come with us.’

Hearing his name makes me a bit weak. I see Steve walking away from me to join another group of the crew a bit farther in the corridor. I lean my head against the wall, and I close my eyes. I’ve only seen David face to face a few times this last month – and never completely alone – so I’m not really used to having him around me yet. Our brand-new friendship mainly developed from the fact that we realized from the get-go we had a lot of things in common and we shared those interests via text messages. You know, Youtube videos and memes as any friends would do. Let’s put the emphasis on the word friends here since, you know, we’re gonna be weeks long together filming and stuff.

‘Well, hello Clarice.’

I smirk at the nickname and open my eyes to see David looking at me with a grin. Since he’s learned that I’m a huge fan of The Silence of the Lambs - and of horror movies in general – he's been calling me Clarice or Miss Sterling from time to time.

‘Doctor Lecter.’ I say as professionally as possible which makes both of us laugh.

‘Stop playing around kids, I’m hungry let’s go!’ Steve exclaims.

‘Uh-huh, I can’t agree with that, I’m sorry but -’ I say while chewing on my burger.

‘Oh my god, really?’ David replies, interrupting me.

‘Let me explain,’’ I swallow my bite and wave at them to calm down before I continue, ‘look, I do think George Lucas was right to change a few things about his original Star Wars movies since we do have better VFX and CGI for it now. It doesn’t change anything story wise so who cares?’

‘Unbelievable.’ David simply said under his breath.

‘Okay, that’s enough. I don’t care, I’m gonna say it: I’m ashamed to be your friend.’ Steve dead-pan comments.

‘I have every right to say it and I’m gonna say it goddamn it! George was right!’ I exclaim.

Both take their faces in their own hands, and I can’t help but chuckle as a sip my milkshake. There’s nothing like creating pure chaos with Star Wars fans. I let them try to explain to me how wrong I was, and I continue eating, amuse. As I am looking at Steve explaining a deep theory about the Star Wars universe, I see from the corner of my eyes that David is glancing at me. I subtly look in his direction and he immediately turn his stare away when our eyes connect. I smirk and turn my attention back to Steve.

‘So, anyway, that’s why you’re wrong.’ Steve says as a matter of fact.

‘Sure buddy.’ I laugh.

Steve rolls his eyes and looks at his phone. He sighs, gets up and puts some cash money on the table.

‘Gotta go. I have a meeting with some friends for a photography session. You guys have fun.’

We wave him goodbye and in just a few seconds, he was gone. I turn my attention to David, and it hit me. It’s officially the first time we’re completely alone. Completely, not really, we’re still in a public place but there’s no Steve or no James to keep the conversation going. I’ve never struggled with small talk or any talking really, but somehow, it’s the first time in my entire life where I’m legitimately concerned about me not knowing what to say or what to do.

‘I didn’t know you were such a drama queen about Star Wars’ I say to David, trying to mock him a bit.

‘I thought they were called public nuisance now?’

I let out a sincere laugh, ‘In no way whatsoever you could be a public nuisance.’

‘I will take that as a compliment’ he says with a lovely smile.

Fuck, this friendship is gonna be hard to deal with.

#we started as a spark #part 1 #david dastmalchian #david dastmalchian x reader #abner krill x reader #polka dot man x reader #fanfiction #x reader

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you ever just take time to think about how scott mccall is truly the best character, the best person, in the whole world???

28 notes • Posted 2021-07-07 05:13:37 GMT

okay unfortunately my brain is not producing a lot of unprompted thoughts rn (it’s been a long day) but uhh for the sentence meme: “This is definitely not how I saw this day going- not that I’m complaining!”

“This is definitely not how I saw this day going - not that I’m complaining!” Buck says with a laugh, his eyes lighting up as he takes the ring from Eddie’s outstretched hand.

“You really had no idea?” Eddie asks, lacing his hand Buck’s, running his fingers over the ring - the engagement ring. “I was so sure that Chris wasn’t gonna be able to keep the secret.”

“I had no idea. I believed you when you said you needed to take care of stuff around the house and wanted me to take Chris out while you did, which, I mean, I guess isn’t untrue,” Buck adds as he looks around the room covered in flowers and candles (strategically placed to not be a major fire hazard).

“I was really worried you were going to say no,” Eddie whispers as he pulls Buck into him. “I know you love me and I know you love Chris, but being a family is a big commitment and I would understand if you didn’t want it.”

Buck looks at Eddie, eyes locked for a few seconds, before he bursts into laughter. “You are so dumb,” he says, shaking his head. “We’ve been a family for years. And,” he says, leaning in, his lips inches away from Eddie’s, “there is nothing I could ever want more than this.”

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.

36 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 04:39:41 GMT

okay but like,,,, is there legit anything hotter than a fat person in a crop top? it really is top tier !

38 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 17:10:11 GMT

sucker for your glowing

all of my love to @eddiesdiaz for reading over this and giving me enough confidence to post this fluffy mess

read on ao3

When Buck kisses Eddie for the first time, he feels like the world is crumbling around him, dissolving, disappearing. All he knows is the taste of Eddie, the feel of his hair as he runs his fingers through it, the sound of his heart racing, fast - fast - fast!

He’s imagined kissing Eddie many times. Imagined what it would feel like, imagined how he would feel. But Buck could never have imagined anything as wonderful as this kiss is.

Eddie pulls away first and Buck wants nothing more than to reach out and pull Eddie back into him, hold him tighter than Buck has held anything before. But he lets him pull away, Eddie’s eyes looking at the floor.

Buck doesn’t know what to say. He hadn’t planned on kissing Eddie. Well. He had planned on kissing Eddie at some point, but now? That wasn’t… that wasn’t planned. He’s stopped himself from kissing Eddie so many times, stopped himself from letting his feelings slip. He’s held it all in for so long he can’t be too surprised it all busted out now.

He opens his mouth to speak, unsure of what is going to come out, when he hears the door open followed by, “Dad, I’m home.” Then, seconds later, “Buck!” And soon Chris is in his arms.

“Why do you always hug Buck first whenever he’s here?” Eddie asks, his voice so casual that Buck wonders if the kiss ever happened - or if it did, did the kiss mean anything to Eddie? Did he feel anything?

“Because I don’t get to hug him as much as I get to hug you. Duh.” Chris lets Buck go and turns around. Eddie crouches down and pulls him tight against his chest.

When they part, Chris asks, “So what were you two doing?”

Buck’s eyes widen, wondering if somehow Chris knew what just happened. He tries to come up with some lie, something to hide the anxiety running through him.

“We were just waiting for you to get home. Did you want to go to the arcade?”

“Yes!” The excitement is written all over Chris. It’s one of the things Buck loves about him - his emotions are right there; he’s never afraid to show you exactly how he’s feeling.

“Go put your stuff in your room and we can head out.”

Chris nods and heads out. When he’s out of earshot, Buck steps closer to Eddie and whispers, “We should probably talk.”

Eddie nods, placing his hand on Buck’s shoulder, the grip firm. “Later.” Eddie’s voice is low, deep, and Buck feels chills. Unlike Chris, Buck can’t read any of Eddie’s emotions right now, completely unsure of how his best friend is feeling.

Chris is back a few minutes later, smile bright. He walks to the door, Eddie following close behind. Buck watches them walk ahead, frozen in the spot. He thinks part of him is still frozen in that moment, frozen in the kiss, stuck in the feeling of Eddie Diaz.

They reach the door and Chris turns to Buck and says, “You coming?”

Buck puts a half-forced smile on his face and says, “Of course!” and walks over to the door. He holds it open as they walk out. As he closes the door, he turns and looks at where they were standing before. He can almost picture it. Almost still feel it. He closes the door and hopes he’s not closing the door on the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

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Chris, extra hyped up from the arcade and the ice cream Buck insisted on buying them, is taking longer than normal to fall asleep. Which has left Buck sitting on Eddie’s couch, alone, waiting, his mind reeling, his hands tapping his leg, the couch, the wall. Everything in him is telling him to just run. There’s no turning back from what he did and he knows that. So maybe the only option is to leave before Eddie can crush Buck into a million pieces.

He feels ready to get up, to just leave, at least for now, when he hears Chris laugh, bright, loud, and shortly after Eddie is laughing too. Buck can picture them, Eddie probably tickling Chris, trying to tire him out.

It hits Buck then that he can’t leave. If Eddie doesn’t want him in his life - in their lives - Buck will go. But Eddie is gonna have to ask. Buck is not going to give them up without a fight. Not after everything they’ve been through. He won’t give up this family he’s made for himself.

Buck pulls out his phone, debating on texting Maddie. He knows how that conversation will go. The excitement, the happiness, mixed with just a bit of sisterly concern. It was just last week that Buck told Maddie how he felt about Eddie. Of course, she already knew, telling Buck it was “obvious how much you love each other.” And maybe that pushed him to this. If Maddie was right about his feelings, maybe she was right about Eddie’s too.

He navigates to Maddie’s name and writes a quick, “I kissed Eddie,” his finger hovering over the send button. He finally sends it and embraces for impact, gripping tightly to the armrest.

Two minutes later his phone rings, the vibration loud, his hand shaking. He’s about to answer when he hears Chris’ door close. Buck places his phone next to him on the couch and watches Eddie enter from the hallway. His phone stops for a few seconds before starting up again.

Eddie raises his eyebrows and asks, “You need to get that?” with a slight nod at Buck’s phone.

“No, no, it’s fine.” Buck smiles and his phone soon stops. And again starts up seconds later. Buck sighs and says, “Let me just text Maddie real quick.” He grabs his phone and sends out, “Eddie and I are talking. Call you later.” He goes into his settings and sets his phone to do not disturb, but not before seeing Maddie’s reply: “‘talking’” with a winky face emoji.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks, joining Buck on the couch. Buck looks over, immediately noticing the extra distance between the two of them. Just inches, but it feels like miles, feels like proof that Eddie doesn’t feel the same way.

Which, of course he doesn’t. How could Buck have ever thought otherwise?

Still, Buck smiles and says, “Everything’s fine. Just Maddie wanting to catch up.”

Eddie nods, his lips pursed together. Buck waits, expecting Eddie to say something, but he seems caught in his thoughts. But Buck doesn’t mind waiting. He knows Eddie can get stuck in his mind, can contemplate over and over exactly what he should say, figuring out just the right way to express something.

Buck isn’t sure how much time has passed when Eddie turns to face him. “Why did you kiss me?” There’s no anger in his voice, no malice. But it’s something else, something more than Eddie’s normal voice. It’s almost… fear. Buck isn’t sure if it’s the same fear that’s coursing through him, the same fear pounding at his heart.

Buck isn’t sure what to say. He doesn’t want to lie, doesn’t want to make up some excuse of “Oh, didn’t you know? It’s all the rage in Europe to just platonically kiss your friends. No big deal!” Not like Eddie would ever believe him anyway.

Still Buck doesn’t know what to say. Does he say it was that Eddie had a hard day and Buck just wanted to make him feel better? Or that Eddie smiled at Buck, the same smile he’s smiled a million times, his face glowing so beautiful, and that Buck just couldn’t stop himself? Both are true. But Buck knows that’s not it. Not fully.

But he’s not sure if he can tell Eddie the real reason. How can he? How can he risk this? He knows, most likely, if Eddie doesn’t feel the same way, they’ll remain friends. Eddie doesn’t seem like the person to just throw people away. Only… Buck’s been thrown away before by others, thrown away for much less. And there’s a part of him that can’t stop himself from feeling like that’s exactly what Eddie will do. That maybe, that’s what Buck deserves.

Buck knows he doesn’t deserve Eddie. He’s not sure if anyone does, if anyone could ever be good enough for him. His ex’s didn’t deserve him, and Buck doesn’t want to be added to the list of people who had and lost Eddie.

Eddie looks at Buck, expectant, waiting, and Buck wants to give him something. He needs to. He has to. He opens his mouth, hoping the right thing will just magically come out. Instead a, “I..” comes out, his voice trailing off, the sound weak. Buck can’t stop himself from sighing and placing his head in his hands.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Eddie says, a small whisper, reaching out, his hand on Buck’s shoulder.

Buck glances up, their eyes locking on each other. Buck loves this about Eddie, the way he understands Buck, the way he doesn’t demand anything from him. Growing up, his parents always wanted so much from him while never actually caring about him, never actually knowing him. But Eddie… Eddie knows him, knows him probably better than anyone else, and Eddie doesn’t want anything from Buck, doesn’t require anything. He takes Buck how he is. Despite what a mess that seems to be.

And Buck is grateful for the out. They can go back to how things were six hours ago before Buck kissed him. But Buck knows they wouldn’t really go back, at least Buck never would. Because now he knows what it’s like to kiss Eddie, knows what it’s like to feel his heart beating against his own. He knows that feeling and maybe he’ll never feel it again, but he doesn’t want to stop himself from ever feeling it again.

Buck shakes his head and sits up straight, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s. He’s still not totally sure what to say, but he knows he needs to. He opens his mouth again, this time determined to say something, say something real, something honest, something, something, something –

“I’m in love with you.”

The words are out, hanging above them. Buck can feel them, almost tangible, their weight heavy in the air. Eddie’s eyes haven’t left his, but Buck still can’t read him.

When Eddie says nothing, Buck wants to backtrack, add a quick, “Just kidding!”’ before running out the door. But he holds back. Eddie knows. And that may change everything. Eddie may ask him to leave, tell him he never wants to see him again.

Or.

Or –

Or Eddie could love him too. The thought is almost laughable, the idea that Eddie could love Buck.

Eddie breaks their eye contact a minute later, looking down at his hands, which Buck now notices are shaking. “Are you sure?” His voice is barely audible, the sound soft.

Buck can’t help but chuckle as he says, “I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about anything.”

Eddie starts laughing, too, and when he looks up, Buck sees he’s crying. Buck has no idea how to take this. Is Eddie laughing at him? Is he so sad that he’s crying?

Regardless of what it is, Buck can’t stop himself from reaching over and wiping the tears off his face. As he starts to lift his hand away, Eddie’s grabs hold, pushing his hand against his face. Eddie holds it there for a few minutes, the two of them just looking at each other, Buck still so unsure of what is going on in Eddie’s head.

And then

And then! Eddie’s lips brush against Buck’s wrist, the feeling light, soft, and Buck almost thinks he must be imagining it. He pulls away and whispers, “I,” his voice deep. He pulls Buck’s arm up slightly and kisses him again, a little below his wrist. “Am so.” He kisses him again, even further down his arm. “In love.” Kisses again. “With you.” Eddie kisses him again, his lips almost burning against Buck’s skin.

Buck can’t help himself from asking, “Are you sure?”

Eddie laughs, unrestrained, smiling so wide. “I have no doubts.”

Buck smiles back, wider, brighter than he thinks he ever has before. Eddie pulls him in, wrapping his arms around him before kissing Buck. And Buck melts completely into him, merging, meshing, feeling every part that is Eddie Diaz.

When they part, minutes later, breathing heavy, their eyes lock, and Buck feels happier than he ever has. Feels whole, complete, seen – loved in ways he could have never imagined.

They settle into each other, Eddie leaning his head on Buck’s chest, Buck’s hands running through his hair. It’s something so simple, casual almost, but it feels more intimate than any sex he’s ever had.

“How are we gonna tell Chris?” Buck asks.

“We can just tell him at breakfast.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna care or be concerned or anything? You remember what happened when you told him about Ana. He ran away.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, he ran away to you. If anything, I bet you he’ll say something like ‘it’s about time!’ before asking what you’re making him for breakfast.”

“Oh so now I have to make him breakfast.”

“How about this, if I’m right, you make him breakfast. If I’m wrong, I’ll make breakfast.”

“So if you’re wrong, I still lose since I’m stuck with your cooking.”

Eddie reaches up and hits him lightly on the arm. “Rude. Maye not wrong, but still rude.” Eddie lets out a small sigh and adds, “Fine, if I’m wrong, I’ll buy us all breakfast. Anything you want.”

“Now we’re talking.” Buck smiles as he looks down at Eddie, whose eyes are closed, a small smile on his face. Soon Eddie is asleep and Buck watches him, his chest rising and falling, peaceful. It’s not long after that Buck falls asleep too and despite the uncomfortable position, Buck sleeps better than he has in years.

epilogue

Buck ends up making breakfast the next morning, pancakes, eggs, bacon. Chris is all smiles as he talks about how cool it is to have Buck as a dad now. Buck wonders if he should correct him, tell Chris that he’s technically not his dad. Before he can, Eddie, somehow knowing what he’s thinking, is at his side and whispers, “You already were family. Now it’s just a little more formal.” He pauses before asking, “Is that all right?”

And Buck looks over at Chris, who is pouring way too much syrup on his pancakes. He looks at Eddie, who has this look of longing, of love, of everything Buck has ever wanted. Buck nods before leaning over and kissing Eddie on the cheek. “It’s more than all right,” he says as he pulls away. “It’s perfect.”

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The first time Eddie calls Buck, "my love," he doesn't even notice he said it. It's something he calls Chris on occasion, wrapping his arms around his son, Chris' head leaning against his chest. Eddie's caught himself almost calling buck "my love" before, but has pulled it back, the words sharp as he swallows them down.

And while Eddie doesn't notice he's said it, Buck does. Buck, who stands frozen, one hand in his locker, the other hand still, reached out towards Eddie's retreating hand. His mind jumps a million places, a million different thoughts, all of which make no sense. The only thing he can make out is the sound of Eddie's voice, soft, smooth, calling Buck his love. The words repeat over and over in his head until -

"Everything okay?" Eddie looks at Buck, confusion, concern.

Buck nods and continues nodding far longer than he needs to.

"You sure?" Eddie asks and Buck continues to nod, not trusting himself to say anything more.

Buck doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to do or feel or react. His love? Eddie's love?

And Buck knows it could mean absolutely nothing, like the time Chimney called him "babe" or Hen calling him "hon." But there was something about the way Eddie said it, something about the tenderness, that Buck can't help wonder if he meant it.

And Buck, despite knowing there's no way he could ever be Eddie's love.... Buck can't help but hope and wish that he was.

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i need a serious crack of the vibrator charging thing for real, i’m gonna die

YOU AND ME BOTH NONNIE but I see you and your arousal pleases me so we in it-

Warnings; D/s, throat fucking, oversensitivity, crying, cockwarming, vibrators, choking, and uh sub drop at the end? Oh and Thor technically listens in on Tony edging Peter to death but he doesn’t know SO UH whatever that is.

Enjoy!

Edited to add A MOODBOARD! 🤩🤩🤩

“I see you’re getting comfortable, kid.” Mr. Stark’s words don’t immediately register as abnormal or dangerous until Peter turns and sees the leer directed at his PS4 and-

Oh.

“Oh, my god, Mr. Stark, uh, you weren’t, uhm- you weren’t supposed to see that?” Peter’s cheeks are flaming so hot it kinda hurts or maybe that’s just the humiliation of having his toy found by his…his…of Mr. Stark seeing his hot pink vibrator out and charging at his PS4 dock.

He hurries over to unplug and hide the evidence and is stopped by a hand on his wrist. Peter looks up and partially over his shoulder, not turning his body but paying attention.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I want you to feel comfortable.” Mr. Stark caresses the thin skin over the wrist he’s still got. He moves behind Peter and gently, slowly, trailing his fingers up from wrist to elbow to shoulder and down, his hands migrating to Peter’s hips and holding on confidently. Peter melts when he feels the first kiss at his neck and Mr. Stark’s heat along his spine.

“I want to use that on you, right now, too. Is it charged enough for a little fun, Babyboy?” Tony says the words wetly, following it up with a gentle breath along the spot he’d been sucking and tonguing between kisses.

Tony rubs at Peter’s hips while he waits; hands sliding forward and back, forward and back, forward and just barely into the hem of Peter’s pants, then back far enough to thumb the dimples above his ass, and forward again- just a little deeper into his pants and then- back again, back toying with the hem above his ass now, and Peter’s started rolling into it so he’s thrusting into empty air at Tony’s tempo.

“It’s, uh…it should be…” Peter isn’t paying attention to the conversation anymore. His entire world is narrowed down to where Mr. Stark is touching him. The older man hasn’t gotten more than a fingertip beneath the hemline and Peter already feels like he’s going to cream himself from anticipation. Everytime those rough hands drag backwards his body follows eagerly and Mr. Stark isn’t shy about letting Peter feel just how affected he is by what he’s doing.

Somehow Peter’s been led into a rhythm where he grinds himself against Mr. Stark’s erection and then fucks forward in little rabbit bursts. His cock is leaking in his jeans.

“Think you’re too sensitive to play for long? You’re being so good for me you deserve a reward but Daddy doesn’t want to expect more than you can give, sweetheart. Give me an answer and a color.” Mr. Stark’s asking a question but Peter’s distracted by the haze of pleasure and his hyperfocus on following his Daddy’s touch by feel alone. The idea that he’s being good and that his Daddy wants to play with him long enough sensitivity might come into question penetrates through the fog of lust enveloping him. Peter blinks his eyes and tries to concentrate as hard as he can on something other than Mr. Stark’s cock.

“Green. I can do it, Daddy. Please let me show you I can do it.” There. He can use his words. Bucky would be so proud if he were here.

“Go grab the toy then, gorgeous.” Tony slaps Peter’s ass from out of nowhere and grins when he gets a gasp in response. Peter’s already keyed up to eleven and they haven’t even got his dick out. “Then turn on your set up and grab your headphones and lube; I know you and Thor were going to play Fortnite in about an hour but I can guarantee you he’s on now and would play with you if you asked.”

Peter does as he’s been told and tries his best not to rub at his erection or relieve the pressure. He’s got a pretty good idea of what his Daddy might have in mind and if he keeps thinking about it he’s going to explode way too early and ruin the night.

“Perfect, baby. How do you normally game with Thor?” Tony watches Peter put his headphones around his neck and pull out his phone to show him his Discord account. He nods; he’s never used the app himself but a quick glance shows it’s not much different from all the other messaging apps out there. Perfect for the game they’re about to play.

“Get on the couch, put your headphones on, undress from the waist down, and log in for me, baby.” Tony orders. He grinned to himself when Peter hops to it; the boy is eager to please at the best of times and it’s only magnified by the hero worship now being combined with cock worship. Not that Tony is complaining when he gets to enjoy such a responsive and obedient sub.

Peter feels hot and prickly all over but especially wherever those dark eyes trail across his bare skin. He curls his toes into the soft carpet of his apartment’s living room floor and shifts, feeling the material of his couch under his bare ass and thighs. He bites his lip when his knees are pulled apart and his hips slip forward until he had to balance his feet on the coffee table to keep from sliding right off and onto the floor.

“Beautiful.” Tony is looking at him; at his bared cock, at his flexing thighs, at the T-shirt with the dumb Fortnite meme Thor had bought for him when he declared them ‘brothers in arms both real and virtual’. Peter’s arousal only amps up from the smothered urge to cover himself under that intense gaze.

The stare off is broken by Peter startling upright a little and letting out a small yelp when his headphones start ringing in his ear with a Discord call. He looks up at Tony with a deer in the headlights look. The answering shark-grin he gets back makes him feel distinctly like prey.

“Go ahead. Answer it.” Tony lifts and lowers one leg so he’s standing with Peter’s left thigh between his own, the TV at his back and Peter in front. He grabs the lube Peter had gotten as instructed and leisurely begins unbuttoning and rolling up the cuffs to his dress shirt without breaking eye contact. “But I’m not going to stop.”

“H-hi! Hey, yeah, hi, uhh, Thor! Hi.” Peter babbles complete nonsense as his brain goes offline. The crinkle of amusement at the corner of his Daddy’s eyes only makes him feel dumber and hotter and his tongue is heavy and thick in his mouth. “I’m, um, showing Tony a few rounds of Fortnite, if, uhhh…”

Tony’s taken his cock out and Peter’s mouth is now wet and empty and what was he saying-?

“No, no, he won’t be playing. Not really, uhh, not really…his thing.” Peter’s eyes aren’t even on the screen as he starts the game. His character would have walked right into a wall if his teammates hadn’t collected it for material. There’s so many other players nobody notices -or they assume he’s new or a troll- that all he’s doing is collecting in the same small area he fell into at the start of the map. Peter’s only tangentially aware of the goings on of the game.

Tony’s finished rolling up his sleeves and eye-fucking Peter in his place and moved on to stroking lube onto Peter’s pink vibrator from base to tip. The promise in the motion, in knowing he’s getting fucked with that very soon, makes Peter suck in a quick breath that pairs with his dick jumping on his abs.

“Oh! I’m, just, uh, was being, was under fire, you know? It’s fine!” Peter’s voice cracks when he says the word ‘fine’ and he blushes down to his throat and collarbones. In the next second his character is taken out by the enemy and he’s left spectating his teammates carrying on without him. “Oops?”

Tony looks over his shoulder at the screen, taking a moment to read the layout and figure out what the problem is. When he does he turns back to Peter with a raised eyebrow and a tilt of his head in question. Peter blushes under the presumption implied in that look and ignores how his balls throb from his Daddy’s attention in any form.

“I’m normally better, sorry Thor. Just a little distracted tonight.” Peter hastily explains -to Thor- and then stops paying attention to his friend’s reassurances when Tony lowers his hand down to dick height and crooks his finger at Peter in the classic come hither motion. He sits up eagerly, licking his lips when his Daddy’s cock is pressed against them, the mic lifted just enough to give his dick room. Fingers wind into the curls at the back of Peter’s head and he’s so ready for this.

“Keep talking.” Tony orders, low enough not to carry, and then doesn’t slide his cock in any further. Just rests the head against Peter’s lips so he has to keep feeling and tasting while he talks. It’s frustrating and humiliating and all Peter can think about is how deep he can take him and how fast he can make him cum.

“Tony is checking out my new apartment. Yeah. Bucky convinced me that May would be fine. He’s out with Steve and Sam. Oh, yeah. I’ll ask him to join next time.” Peter’s glittering eyes skate up to his Daddy’s and he lays a wet kiss on the crown. Tony gives him a knowing grin, smearing pre-cum across Peter’s chin deliberately and then pushing him back into a recline.

“Leave it.” Tony strokes himself as he orders it. Peter keeps both hands on the controller and squirms his legs further apart, hard and dripping. The next round starts and Peter plays it without any physical interruption from Tony. He can still feel the sticky streak on his chin every time he sees his Daddy thumbing the tip of himself. It’s distracting but this time he manages to get a weapon and survive half his teammates before being taken out.

He’s expecting it when Tony crooks his finger for him, already halfway sitting up and mic positioned upwards. His back arches into the grip at his hair and his eyes go half lidded. He forgets himself and lets out a soft kitten sigh loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“I’m, um, dust? There’s dust. In the air? Allergies? Clearing my throat because of dust allergies!” Peter trips over his words. Then Tony pushes forward and fills his mouth with his cock and Peter has to listen, in stereo, to Thor assuring him that he ‘needn’t play if he’s feeling so unwell, little spider’ while his mouth is too full to counter-argue. The satisfaction of finally getting what he wanted mixes with the titillating realization that he’s sucking cock with Thor listening in and it’s a good thing his Daddy is already gagging him or he might have let out the needy moan growing in his chest.

Then Tony pulls him off and he’s leaning back against the couch cushions and the game’s started again and-

He’s dead already.

His Daddy ‘tsk’s at him and doesn’t even lower his hand to signal Peter closer. Peter feels his chest go cold and squeeze from disappointment but he gets the game now. He’s being rewarded for how long he survives. The longer he lives each round, the better his reward will be.

So, he’ll need to up his game if he wants to get that dick.

He tries to ignore him when the next round starts and Tony must sense that he’s cottoned on because he’s back up in Peter’s space this time instead of hanging back. He reaches down and wraps a hand around Peter’s dick, giving it a stroke from base to crown and back again to squeeze in a tight circle.

Peter makes it more than halfway through the round but this time Tony doesn’t stand up and present his cock for him. Now, instead, he’s turned the vibrator on and is trailing it up and down the shaft of Peter’s dick, the lube from earlier gliding the way.

“Oh, my god, I-I-I-” Peter drops the controller and looks up at the ceiling. It’s too much. It’s so good. He doesn’t want to cum and he probably can’t with how tightly his Daddy is collaring the base of his cock with his fist but the waves of pleasure still feel like they’re building to a crescendo inside of him. It just never ends.

“Pay attention.” The vibrations stop and Peter actually feels a quick prickle of tears. They’re gone before he can even get his hazy gaze back on his Daddy. He licks his lips and nods and wonders if it’s a good or a bad thing that the answering smile he gets makes his neck warm and chest hot. “Good boy.”

This repeats for enough rounds that Peter is both desensitized to the vibrations and can carry on a conversation with only minimal stuttering and gasping and keyed up to the point the skin of his inner thighs won’t stop twitching for minutes after Tony’s turned the toy off. Peter curls his toes and waits for (dreads) the next round to start, bottom lip red and swollen from how badly abused it’s been by his teeth to keep his noises in check.

It comes as a shock when Tony changes their routine by sliding a finger inside of Peter. It startles him enough that he cries out and the mic definitely picks that up from the immediate heckling and ribbing that starts up. None of them have guessed the real reason for his noises, but some of them have gotten close and Peter’s cock throbs.

“S-sorry, Thor! It’s, it’s, it’s…a spider!” Peter closes his eyes and wishes his brain didn’t float off into the clouds the second Tony Stark’s dick was involved. He’s so turned on he doesn’t remember anything beyond this bubble they’ve created together. Each time he has to pull his attention onto the screen and control his character comes a little bit slower, takes a little more effort as a little bit more of him stays with Tony.

Then the toy is slipped inside in place of the fingers that had steadily opened him up and Peter bolts upright, dick jumping in a valiant effort to cum around his Daddy’s grip. He’s shocked speechless from the intensity of the sensations inside of him and can only squirm, rocking his hips from side to side, balls drawn up tight and sweat plastering his shirt to his body. When the round is finally, finally over Peter squeaks out a quick breath of relief and reaches for his phone.

“B-bathroom break, gonna mute!” Peter hit the button on the side to mute before he could hear if Thor had responded. He spread his legs and thrust his hips, lifting a hand to place on his Daddy’s wrist. “Daddy, Daddy, green- but I’m gonna cum if you keep-”

“Oh, the vibrator inside is too much? We’ll give you a break then, Baby.” Peter suddenly isn’t sure if this was the better alternative because his Daddy is slipping the pink toy out of him and standing up with it and walking to put it away without another word. He gets a parting smirk instead. He had been close to cumming but the promise in that single, wickedly curled smile, had him simultaneously hotter than ever and bearing down on nothing in too eager sensitivity.

When Tony comes back he’s not holding anything in his hands but he is fisting his cock one handed while the other rests in his pocket. Peter’s mouth waters. Then his eyes widen when, instead of stepping up and using Peter for a blowjob like he’s been teasing about doing all night, he reaches into his pockets and produces a small black rubber cap that had two silver bullets attached to the sides and a remote.

“Once your break is over I’m going to put this,” The black cap is waved a little to draw attention. “On that pretty little cock of yours. Then, I’m going to sit you on my cock and you’re going to tell Thor you’re back and ready for another round while you warm my cock. The bullets vibrate at different settings but if you need me to hard stop because you’re about to cum or otherwise need to stop without using your safeword, tap my knee twice. Color?”

“Green, Daddy.” Peter’s voice is breathless and shaky and eager all in two simple words. Tony could listen to him for the rest of the night like that. If only he didn’t have plans to keep breaking his babyboy down bit by bit- next time, maybe. Bucky could join in; Tony has been dying to see the man’s mouth wrapped around Peter’s cock from up close ever since that performance for him on the gala balcony.

Definitely next time.

“Unplug your headphones from your phone but keep them on. Keep the mic down and lay out on the table for me, sweetheart.” Tony watches Peter move for him. His shirt is stained from the amount his erection has dripped onto it during their extended play. His pale skin is flushed and glistening, overheated and oversensitive. He’s beautiful.

“I’m going to fuck your throat, sweetheart.” Tony kneels by Peter’s head where it hangs over the coffee table he’s had his feet propped on. Peter’s cock is so hard it’s pointing towards his belly button. Tony’s words only make it twitch and leak worse. “You’re not going to touch yourself and you’re not going to cum. Think you can learn to be Daddy’s good little cocksucker?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please teach me.” Peter’s wanted to learn how to deepthroat ever since he saw Tony do it. They’ve worked at it and talked about technique and expectations (turns out a lot can go wrong if you try just shoving a dick down your throat without prep) but this is the first time they’ll put one of the positions into practice.

“So good for me, baby.” Tony praises. He grips himself and aims for Peter’s waiting mouth, sliding in past Peter’s usual gag reflex easily from the way this opens his throat up. He pulls back and gives the younger man a moment to breathe, to get used to what just happened, and then he does it again. He doesn’t go slow but he does go steady, smooth dips in and out of Peter’s throat, training him to relax and take it one inch at a time.

“Just look at you. Fuck, I’ll never get over how well you take it.” Tony pauses, fully buried down to the root. He can see the bulge his dick is making from the outside of Peter’s body. He traces his fingertips up the shivery skin, from collarbone to stretched out lips, enjoying the feeling of himself under his palm when he wraps his hand around Peter’s neck. He squeezes enough to feel the constriction on his cock as he pulls back.

“Green, sweetheart?” Tony asks casually. His hand is still on Peter’s neck when he nods. He strokes the tender skin lovingly, caressing gently at the red forming where his fingers indented. Then he bears down and fucks his hips forward, burying himself deep inside Peter’s throat and fucking into his own hand at the same time.

“Such a good slut for Daddy. You’ve learned how to suck cock so fast. I’m so proud of you for being able to take all of me like this.” Tony lays on the praise as heavily as he’s laying into Peter’s mouth. If only he had the stamina and cocaine of his youth; he’d love to cum down his throat and fuck him ten minutes later, too.

“Break time’s over, baby.” Tony teases as he eases back. Peter’s a wreck; his face is red and his chest is hitching like he’s been crying or running a marathon. His eyes are hazy and far away as he sits up and follows Tony’s directions back onto the couch in a fog.

Tony kneels and preps the little vibrator cap, kissing Peter’s bare knee and then upwards all the way to his dick. He slips the rubber over the sensitive tip, grinning at the way his babyboy’s cock jumps from the sensation. Tony pushes the remote into Peter’s hands. “Hold this, baby.”

Tony gets up off his knees and onto the couch beside Peter. He fists his cock for a second but doesn’t otherwise undress before patting his lap with a grin and a crinkle at the corners of his eyes. Peter moves over, letting rough hands grip under his thighs and lift him up and over the crown of his Daddy’s cock. He’s still wet and fluttering from the leftover stimulation of his vibrator and it’s all he can do not to squirm down and try and blindly catch it on his rim himself.

Then Peter’s being lowered down his Daddy’s bare dick and it’s so much better, so hot and solid but flexible and rubbing his sensitized walls so good. He tips his head back onto a firm shoulder and bites his knuckle to keep in his moans. He settles in Tony’s lap, the older man’s cock buried to the hilt, his pants scratching at Peter’s bare and sensitized thighs.

“Turn it on. I wanna know what you think of it.” Tony orders directly into Peter’s ear. Peter’s finger hits the button before he’s finished registering and then he loses the ability to think.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Babyboy. Just look at you.” Tony slid his hand around Peter’s waist, touching lightly to the younger man’s stomach. Even through the shirt he can feel the deep, full body contractions that ripple up Peter’s abdominals with each gentle pulse from the bullets. Peter’s finger is still caught between his teeth but each surge from the toy drags out a broken gasp or stuttered, choked off keen. It coincides deliciously with the way Peter’s inner muscles are grasping onto Tony’s cock in time with the toy. Tony pets at Peter’s quivering belly for a moment just to enjoy the feeling.

“Now, listen up, Gorgeous. You’re not going to move during this round. Nothing but your fingers on the controller is allowed to move, babyboy. You can keep clenching and pulsing just like that for Daddy but you’re not going to squirm or whimper or beg. They’re listening to you, Baby, so you have to be quiet and you have to be good.” Tony picks up the phone and the remote and flicks the mic down on Peter’s headset. He places the controller back in Peter’s grip.

“Daddy, I- I can’t, this, this-” Peter’s shaking and he can’t stop it. His entire body is lit up from the inside out and he wants to be good but his Daddy wants so much from him. He’s finally, finally gotten Tony’s cock inside of him but now he can’t move?

“Color?” Tony turns the bullets’ off. Peter feels the tears he’s been fighting the entire night spill over. He wants to be good and he will. For his Daddy.

“G-green. Green, Daddy.” The remote is flicked back on and Peter sobs harder. He looks up at the TV and can barely see the screen through the tears and the pleasure coursing through him. The pulsing really is spaced out but Peter’s sense of time has spaghettified so much it feels endless. He’s holding perfectly still like his Daddy asked but his thumbs and fingers are flying. He has no idea what’s going on beyond his rim fluttering and grasping onto Tony like his body is determined to milk him dry without Peter’s conscious input.

Distantly, sounding far away and right in his ear, Peter hears his Daddy talking.

“He’s just very invested in his character, Thor.” Tony says it calmly, with just enough deadpan delivery to make everyone laugh and go back to the game. He thumbs the tears off one of Peter’s cheeks at the same time and nobody in the chat has any clue. They think Peter is some weird germaphobe having a breakdown over dust in his new apartment. They have no idea that Peter is one second away from throwing the controller across the room and begging to be fucked into the ground.

Peter’s so lost in his own head that he doesn’t understand at first what’s going on when Thor starts congratulating him. Does he know? Did Tony tell him what they’re doing? Peter’s so far under that even Thor telling him ‘Good Game’ in that booming voice of his makes him preen and warm in the chest and stomach and dick.

But it isn’t Thor praising him for being such a good cockwarmer for Daddy. It’s Thor praising him because somehow…

Somehow they’ve won?

“Good job, guys. It only took you, oh,” Tony checks his watch with the hand not petting Peter’s stomach. Peter can tell he’s grinning even out of his mind with pleasure and on the brink of the best orgasm of his life. “Two hours for you to win a round?”

Peter stops tracking when his shirt is pushed up and his nipples (ignored until now) are pinched. He didn’t think he could feel anymore but he was wrong and it’s so good. Tony twists and pulls and flicks with one hand while the other is on Peter’s stomach, holding him close, keeping him perched in Tony’s lap crying his eyes out.

Peter follows directions and keeps holding still no matter how hard the tears start coming.

“-think we’re gonna call it a night. End it on a high note, you know?” Tony’s words register and Peter realizes he’s missed a chunk of the conversation entirely. He doesn’t care; he’ll apologize to Thor later. Right now he’s keyed into Tony’s every move -inside and out- and can’t concentrate on anything besides the bliss coursing through his synapses. The headphones are slipped off and Peter’s body tightens up.

“You did so good for me. You deserve to cum, don’t you, babyboy?” Tony slides his hand down from Peter’s stomach to his cock. He kisses him on the side of his neck and grips him, stroking and praising and kissing his wonderful boy. “Go ahead. Cum for me. Show me how much being good for Daddy gets you off.”

Peter wails when he cums; spurt after spurt rockets out of the openings in the cap, dribbles following after, balls throbbing and squeezing out more than he’s ever managed before. His entire body locks up for a solid few seconds that feel like an eternity. He feels like he’s floating and everything is warm, soft, and good.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re good. You’re so good for me.” Daddy’s words don’t really penetrate so much as permeate the fog. He’s wrapped up in it like a blanket. He hopes Daddy came, too. He’s so wet and tingly he can’t tell.

“I did, baby. I came when you did because you looked so gorgeous I couldn’t help myself. You were perfect. Can I wash you up now, sweetheart? Daddy’s made a mess of your pretty hole.” Tony can tell this session sent Peter off the charts. He’s proud that the kid trusts him so much that he could let go like this.

Now it’s Tony’s turn to take care of someone in need. He smiles looking down at the blissed out, half lidded gaze looking up at him.

He’s going to enjoy pampering Peter.

This was so much fun omg edging is my JAM and stupid ideas being done seriously is my JAM and Peter crying is my JAM and Tony fucking his throat is my JAM and-

#starker #nff #very #very nff #d/s #dom!tony #sub!peter #edging to tears #oversensitivity #semi-public sex #i guess?#mentions of Bucky because this is a tie in to my winterironspider au #but if you want to think of this as a stand alone #feel free to skip those 2-3 lines #GOTTA GO THIS WAS EDITED SUPER QUICK SORRY IT SUCKS #HOPE YOU LIKED ANON LOVE YOU AND YOUR PROMPT

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bakatenshii · 4 years ago

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Shouto x Marquie HCs

It’s 00:48AM here so technically it is no longer your birthday, but let’s just pretend it is because it’s the 17th in some time zone okay.

I wish I could say I came up with this concept all by myself, but my other ovary @theygottheircages actually did, so you could say she co-wrote this. Anyways, don’t kill me for the first few bits, I promise it’ll get better! Happy birthday my love, my ray of sunshine @mindninjax you deserve all the love in the world.

Shouto Todoroki was never brought up like most children; childhoods filled with laughter and friends, aimless ambitions and whatnot.

He never had any experience interacting with others his age, or anyone really in general. Which brings us to:

Bullet point 1: Shouto Todoroki does not understand social cues.

Shouto Todoroki is a loser

It’s almost painful for us to see him stumble into conflicts in conversations he has no part of being in. (It provides some good entertainment, though)

But Shouto being Shouto, glorified hotter version of Zuko (I SAID WHAT I SAID), still has girls throwing themselves at his feet. No one is surprised. (Except maybe M*neta)

But Shouto also being Shouto means he has no fucking clue about how to treat a girl.

This boy can barely read the room, you think he can understand women? Madness

So as per, after Shouto’s third dumping, everyone came up with a game:

A bet; How long before Shouto gets broken up with this time?

Is it mean? Maybe a lil. But is it funny? It sure fucking is.

He doesn’t get it. Shouto? Cue the confused math lady meme.

He just doesn’t understand why these girls pursue him for weeks, spill their loves out to him, to... break up with him a week later? r/woosh

Anyways, the most recent break-up had him more confused than usual. The girl had said something along the usual lines of, ‘you just don’t get me, do you even like me?’, but then there was a comment slid in there about how she’d found another man who’d treat her better.

Another man? So she didn’t like him while they were dating?

Bullet point 2: Shouto Todoroki did not ask to be cucked.

Up til now, yall are probably like, this is just Shouto slander! Angel, where is protagonist!! We didn’t sign up for this!!! (Except you did, welcome to my blog where I make the rules hehe)

And for this crack headcanon, we throwin’ in a lil twist. In this headcanon, the hero’s not gonna save our protagonist. Our protagonist saves our hero.

Enter: Marquie

Well, technically, Marquie is exiting the building (Angel shut up you’re not funny) of her work when she spots a suspicious young man...

setting fire. To what? fuck knows.

But there’s the distinct flare of flames that are lighting up the alleyway (yes! another alleyway!! sue me!!!)

and Marquie? Nah, she’s not having that. How dare someone commit arson, do they know how environmentally damaging that is? God

She marches up to the man, already preparing the script to tell him off:

“What are you doing? We can’t afford more pollution, not in this city—“

He turns around and she comes face to face with...

a Zuko cosplayer.

With duo-coloured eyes and duo-coloured hair.

It’s all a lil ridiculous because who the hell dyes their hair that colour, but also more concerning is that he’s setting fire to what looks like the iceberg that sank the Titanic.

(cue a tomato being thrown on stage because that’s positively the worst joke I’ve made up to date)

He just stares at her though, because frankly, he’s a lil slow.

No, but genuinely the screws in his brain’s just turning tryna figure out why this woman’s just coming at him before—

oh.

and he proceeds to deadpan an explanation about being a hero and his quirk that frankly is a bit too convenient but he’s cute and Marquie’s a bit of a sucker for cute boys so.

Marquie!! do we need a bit of background info? Well I’m about to spoonfeed it to yall anyways.

Marquie is the human embodiment of a ray of sunshine, can make conversation with just about anyone, and honestly, you just subconsciously get whirled into it. Caught up in her flow and whatnot.

Which is precisely what happens, and yeah sure, Shouto’s not giving her much to work with, bc since when was he the talker of the century?

He’s still got the same expression on his face, but he’s enjoying it. He swears, can you not tell?

For once, he doesn’t feel as if the girl’s expecting anything out of him, doesn’t feel pressured to fulfill her image of him, whatever that is. He hasn’t even figured it out himself.

She’s so excited, as she always is. Soon as she realized he wasn’t harming the environment, in fact, staying behind to clean up his mess, he was in her good books.

And a hero? Mate, she’s got a list of questions the length of that Spongebob meme. You know the one. (no, not the ‘The’ one.)

It happens naturally, they’re just going with the flow. He’s still not giving out much input, but she’s more than content with whatever singular-word answer he gives.

It’s fun, and cute, blah blah, their personality just meshes, you know?

They’re grabbing food together because Marquie’s just got off work, and he’s off patrol, and honestly, why the fuck not.

The story’s gotta progress somehow, init.

And the story progresses like this:

They start spending more time together, because the area he patrols just happens to be where she works.

(God! Angel pulling the strings of fate once again.)

He’s frankly surprised she’s not gotten bored of him, or been offended he seemed so ‘disinterested’ (even though he doesn’t think so, it’s just his face, probably)

She’s happy with him just the way he is, he’s good company, although Marquie could make anyone good company. She’s just that likeable.

She knows how to have a good time, and if she has a good time? You can’t help but also have a good time.

I knooow the motto of my blog is ‘fuck a slow burn’ but man, you want me to write fast burn Shouto? (I didn’t make a pun, everyone thank me for that.)

He’s surprised, you know? Never has a girl just spoken to him so casually, without any traces of ulterior motives (not that he could’ve picked any up, what even are social cues?) and somehow, she’s always managed to know what he’s feeling.

She says something like— I can tell by the expression on your face, it’s pretty obvious— to which we reply:

No, Marquie. That’s just you. Shouto’s got a total of 2 distinguishable expressions and it’s when he sees Endeavor and when he doesn’t.

So yeah, whatever, we all know where this is going. He’s blushing more around her, finding himself wanting to see her more and, what do you know.

Bullet point 3: Shouto Todoroki’s got a crush.

Not that he knows what that is. But Marquie sure does, so instead of the guy taking the lead (because fuck gender roles!! yeah!) she makes the first move.

And when she tells him he’s an idiot for not realizing, we’re all snorting because— now you realize he’s an idiot?

Yeah he’s an idiot, but he’s her idiot, you know?

(GAG, VOMIT)

And maybe he’s googling for the first time: Where to take a girl out on the first date? What to buy a girl for her birthday?

He can’t for the life of him figure out why he doesn’t want to fuck this up this time, but it’s okay baby, we’re all patiently waiting for you to grow up. It’s okay. (It’s kinda endearing)

And that leads us to our final point:

Bullet point 4: Shouto Todoroki will never be cucked again. Marquie has saved him from the cucking, congratulations.

You heard it here first: Cuck Wars 2020 has been ended by Marquie.

tags: @enjifuckersupreme , @theygottheircages , @yukiimanic , @lookslikeleese , @rat-suki , @baku-no-alt , @blahkugo , @sanguinekeigo , @pomsuki , @zahrashallucinations , @saratour , @red-riot-girl642

#CUCK WARS 2020 #THIS IS CANON #DONT FIGHT ME #I hope I tagged everyone!!!!#everyone enjoy this bit of pure unadulterated crack #i hope shouto isnt ooc #SHOUTO STANS DONT COME FOR ME #I LOVE HIM TOO OK #hes just a lil slow #BUT THATS OKAY!!!#matchup hcs #here we go lads

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midknight-sentinel · 4 years ago

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Shield-sibling @the-bloody-wolfy said:

Childhood memory. ((Give us the BOI!))

memory meme

“ E-Eunokh! Wait for me! ” The younger boy whined as he grasped at the hand of the older one, trying his hardest to sprint along the old steps outside of the city, “ I-I’m not that fast! ”

“ Well, MAKE yourself go faster! ” Grunted Eunokh in frustration, tugging Hallkel impatiently as they finally got to the top. Two young boys, one a servant-boy and the other a noble, had chosen to take their time adventuring outside of the religious capital that was Taras Nabad, running past Sentinels and soldiers, strange Maykr Angels and other high-and-mighty-looking Argentans. They had rushed their way along the stone bridge and had rushed their way along to climb trees and push on to look over the high walls of the city. Hallkel weakly breathed out, trying to catch his breath as Eunokh again tugged on the noble boy’s silk tunic, his own brown burlap one flowing a tad with the wind, his silver hair put back into a mohawk, as sapphire-colored eyes squinted off into the distance. Their boots hit the ground, their pants lightly stained with dirt from the journey... and Hallkel’s habit of tripping over his own foot

“ Lord Eindride wouldn’t tell you anything about this, I bet! ” Eunokh said proudly, tugging Hallkel along a bit more, “ ’Cause I heard you’re related to Lord Sigewulf himself! ”

“ Lord Sigewulf? ” Hallkel asked quizzically, blinking. “ You don’t know? ” Eunokh gasped out, before rolling his eyes in a bit of annoyance, “ Lord Eindride really DOESN’T teach you anything good besides how to make you feel bad... to think I have to study your family history all the time, and you barely know it. ” He grumbled out, making Hallkel squeak out a tiny ‘sorry...’, but Eunokh continued on, his eyes drifting up to a statue in the distance. The statue was of an intimidating-looking man, wearing ancient Sentinel armor, standing tall, with long hair adorned in braids, with a scruffy beard on his face. His muscular stone body was adorned in battle scars, with a large greatsword on his back, his stone eyes looking over the lands protectively as he held his arm up, as if to say ‘no enemy shall bring harm to this city’.

Vines hung from the statue’s arms, moss creeping along parts of the proud statue’s armor, with small etchings in stone at its feet. Sigewulf the Immortal.

Hallkel gasped in awe, his small hands pressing against the stone, gliding his fingers along it as Eunokh couldn’t help but crack a smile at Hallkel’s reaction, the slightly-older boy focusing on the younger, crossing his arms. “ He was this real famous hero back in the day, ” Eunokh explained, looking up at the statue and its eyes-- each part of the statue was carved out with care, with each part taken into consideration, with so much detail to the point it could have been considered lifelike. “ and he battled these unhooooly beasts! ” He lifted his arms up with a little grin, waving his fingers.

This made Hallkel gasp in horror, before giggling a tad, covering his hands with his mouth, “ R-Really? What’d they look like? ” He asked him, while Eunokh tried his hardest to think on the spot, before he began to circle Hallkel, “ They were tall, some were skinny! With leathery skin, and-- spikes! With red, beady eyes! Some of them had metal on them, and could shoot large ballistae bolts, with goat legs! ” He tugged down an eyelid a bit and went on his tip-toes, like a goat on his hind legs, to emphasize his point, leaning closely to Hallkel from behind and making him yelp in alarm. “ And they could throw FIRE! ” Eunokh said, before throwing his arms up, “ They were as hot as the sun! Even HOTTER than that! ”

“W-What!?” Hallkel squeaked out, horrified, as he looked up at Eunokh, but Eunokh knew how to make sure Hallkel wasn’t afraid. So, the older boy pointed up at the statue, mimicking a much more stronger voice, “ Yeah! But Sigewulf’s immortal! That’s why he’s ‘Sigewulf the Immortal! He fought them all and ripped ‘em to shreds! He did it to protect an Outlander! ” He told Hallkel, “ A guy with black hair and green eyes, and wearing green armor... ”

“ Was he a Sentinel, too? ” Hallkel asked, meaning the Outlander, making Eunokh shrug, “ I dunno. ” He replied simply, “ But some say Sigewulf was gonna fight the Ruler of Hell himself! But then... he disappeared. Gone. Poof! Most people say he went to a whole other world! ” Eunokh dramatically continued on, suddenly running behind the statue, making Hallkel gasp, “ H-He disappeared? So how do we know about him, then? ” He asked. Eunokh peered out from behind the statue’s legs, “ Well, he had a habit on writing everything down in journals. Like you do, and they’re considered important pieces of history... ”

He then cracked a grin to Hallkel, “ And they’re kept safe in the Memory Keeper’s room back in the Sentinel Training Grounds! I can show you ‘em, ‘cause I’m training to be an Inquisitor. ” He said, making Hallkel’s mouth fall open in awe, adjusting his hair that was put back into its low ponytail. “ Woahhh... ” He whispered, looking back up to the statue... “ And I’m related to him? ”

“ Yeah! ” Piped up Eunokh, patting at the statue’s leg, “ I bet you’ll be a Paragon like him. ” He told Hallkel, seeing the younger boy’s eyes sparkle with delight as he craned his head back, staring off at the statue of his ancestor, before he murmured, “ ... a paragon... ”

He wanted to fight demons like him... He wanted to be a hero... He wanted to be... be...

A Night Sentinel Elite. No matter how tough it was! He wanted to be a paragon like his ancestor! He wanted to be a hero for the Argentan people, too!...

...

The memory faded, as Hallkel’s eyes blinked back a wave of tears while he sat at the base of the statue in silence, adjusting his helmet over his head, before choosing to remove it entirely and leaving it to the side. His eyes settled onto the ruins of Taras Nabad, and all he could do was manage a smile at the gentle memory. Oh, Eunokh...

how he missed him...

#☩they are no longer your people to save---question answered☩#☩i don my armor and my blade---ic☩#☩if they stand behind you // give them protection---INNOCENCE☩Verse☩#☩they can only kill the body but not the soul---musings/headcanons/aesthetics☩#//lilkel was so fucking hyped abt like... learning abt family members and shit #//homeboy's just fuckin depressed now though #//uehehehe.. the feels though... i Vibe #long post cw

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bangtansfavwriter · 5 years ago

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💘bangtan as boyfriends: jungkook💘

-oh my god this soft boy

-still can't quite believe you guys are dating and sometimes still blushes very heavily when you kiss him

- it took ages for him to ask you out and he probably wouldn't have done it without a pep talk from seokjin who hyped him up before you and jungkook went on a date together

- he was so timid and tripped over his words a lot, so when you asked "are you saying we should start dating?" he went "oh my god yES PLS"

-he know tells everyone that you asked him out first bc "the golden maknae of bts, bangtan sonyeondan, behind the scene, world's best band tbh has to be asked out"

seokjin: makes sense, bc said golden maknae looked like he was gonna pass tf out before you two met

jk: .. hyung why you.... I asked y/n out!

seokjin: lies

you: he did... kinda

seokjin: LIES

jk: I find your lack of faith disturbing, hyung..

seokjin: nerd 😚

jk: 😔✊🏼

- a nerd indeed, but cuteee

- very loyal, it already took him long enough to call you his, so he sure af won't give you up

- also very selfless, he loves helping you out with whatever you need help with... even when you don't ask for it

- like when you had a project due and you were stressing out about it bc you had no time for anything else and stuff... he was really worried you'd skip meals to do your work, so he made sure that you'd eat by either coming to your place or calling/texting you, whenever he couldn't come over personally

-he was afraid he'd bother you while you do your work so he was always very cautious but you reassured him it's fine

-but you felt bad bc you couldn't talk much while doing your work... he looked at you and smiled: "it's ok, I'll write some lyrics maybe.. and you do you. we'll give each other strength with our presence, alright?" he started laughing when you got up and cozied up to him. you spent the next 10 mins cuddling, as this was the only reasonable thing to do after he was being so sweet. "so much for no distractions, hm?"

- you still got your work done btw, so no worries

- movie nights are a huge thing for you two, your range is broad af but mostly consists of marvel, disney and studio ghibli. he has a thing for 80s movies tho, felt ferris bueller on a personal level

- cried when he watched the princess diaries for the first time and will end u if anyone hears about it

-rather savage irl but he cries during some movies, especially when he's tired, he gets emotional and even whiny

- for example: he was very sleepy when you first watched the mandalorian together and you swear he started weeping when he first saw baby yoda and he's been obsessed ever since btw

- very thoughtful and caring

- remembers the smallest things about you, will bring you your fav ben&jerry's when you feel down and enjoys the fact that you look at him like the saint he is

- also memorizes your habits and reads your body language so well that it still surprises you even after all the time you've been dating

-you poke his cheeks on any given occasion and kiss his nose, he's not quite sure why but he enjoys it too

- his hugs are just warm ... they make you feel like everything will be ok

- many pancake mornings together

- will never ever forget any birthday or anniversary, he once did tho and he still beats himself up about it but he was busy as hell during that time so you were ok with it in hindsight (which was greatly appreciated bc he truly felt awful)

- very down-to-earth, it doesn't have to be all fancy with him, he's doing just fine with netflix and ramen

- your personal laundry fairy

- looots of laughter and giggles with this one, always cracking jokes

- you guys have like 48394 insides jokes

you: hey.. hey

jk: ?

you: second goose right left

jk: LMAOOOOO WOFT

you: LMAOOO

jk and you: -dying-

rm: this sounds like some terror code

hobi: or a stroke

- sends u memes at 3am, his go-to are kermit memes as reaction memes, he sometimes forgets to use actual words tbh

you: kook, i can't come over today, working late :( but tomorrow is fine tho, you free ?

jk: -kermit crying under the shower meme-

you: jungkook, words pls

jk: oh sorry babe, yeah im free 🤗

- either uses the cutest nicknames or the weirdest which are pretty cute when he explains it (like left shark "bc you stand out")

- displays of 'strong manly man' when he picks you up, and spins you around only to kiss you --- displays of 'babie boy's when pouts until you give him attention or your last pockys ("we can share, you know 👀" - "oh worm? 👀")

- a true romantic deep down, he once surprised you when he decorated your entire house with candles and flowers bc he knew you had a tough time and you legit just started crying. he was overwhelmed for a sec but knew this was just bottled up emotions and relief coming through so he just smiled and hugged you until you calmed down."it's alright, love... let me take care of you." you nodded and smiled at him, while wiping your tears away. "you're the sweetest, you know that?" - "well, obviously. but fire safety was never my forte, so let's be careful, ok?" he said and you both started laughing.

-sings to you very very often, get used to it, even when you're not right next to him you can still hear him humming from afar and it makes always makes u smile

-you two are fiercely competitive, there is no "it's just a game"... you guys play mario, sonic, rayman etc and there's always a whole lot of screaming

-there was a time namjoon jin got so fed up with this that he took the playstation away (+ mario kart) and jungkook and you had to find other gaming options

-some examples of truth or dare sessions between you (in the safety of your own home):

you: i dare you to dance to begin

jk, in his pyjamas: wha- ... no!

you: truth it is, then. what was the dumpling incident about?

jk: nevermind, I'll do the dance.

you: squeeze the ketchup bottle empty with your thighs.

jk: ?????? jesus, you take your kinks to a whole knew level. choose something else, the stains will be nasty as hell.

you: wear booty shorts👀

jk: you wants thighs and booty, huh? 👀

you: you bet 👀👀

(a blessed day for u tbh)

jk: babe, i dare you to dance to fire.

you: ?????? well, I can try, but you should get me an inhaler, my lung capacity may not suffice for this

(jungkook laughed so hard when did it that he was the one that needed an inhaler)

-takes lots and loots of pics of you when you're together and of the location you went together , posts the view on twitter sometimes and jokes about you two being official (to fans) without really being official

- you two go on walks together, have coffee shop dates, go to concerts (and go fckn feral when u go see iu), visit art galleries where you mostly imitate everything and touch things you shouldn't touch, go to karaoke places ... and you also do art together! that was actually his idea were he bought a shitload of acrylic paint and huge linen sheets and you had your first painting date, which has become a tradition ever since.

- something that jungkook absolutely loves and appreciates is that you guys never run out of topics to talk about

-the intellectual stimulation he gets from you is pretty much unmatched and that's also something that made him realise he's into you before you started dating

- 2 sides of the same coin: smart, charming and kind // absolute crackhead (remember the vid with his goggles? vids like that are now your exclusive content from yours truly)

- once chased down chickens when you visited a village together and ran away screaming when a huge ass rooster chased after him ( u filmed it ofc)

- lives for dramatics, gains new life power on Halloween when you two do shenanigans on bighit's annual party

- he loves the fact that you're still a child at heart and that you're not too stuck up to scare hobi and jin with michael myers masks on (but you did feel pretty bad about it when hobi almost fainted)

- you're super savage when you want to be and he loves it when you are... ngl... you being assertive and all kinda turns him on lmaoo

-your green card to get him to laugh whenever was saying "you sexy beast" and he'd forget whatever issue you were having before, as long as it wasn't something too important obviously

-loves you show you off, especially when you guys are all dolled up and ready for a night out "look at us being all sexy and shit, like, how dare we look this hot, jimin-hyung hates it when someone looks hotter than him" - "hmmm kook, imagine if I'd have jimin as my date today, the place would burn up" - "...." - "kook, i was joking..." - "right shark" - "I WAS JOKING BABY" - "........say it. you know the deal." - "i would rather die" - "go hang with hyung then, i'm gonna stay home" - "you...." -

👀👂 - "YOU SEXY BEAST" - jungkook laughed until he couldn't breathe when yoongi, who just passed by you two, and you stared at each other, completely mortified. you: how to unsay things... / yoongs: how to unhear things/ jk: -on the floor and in dire need of an inhaler"

- you couldn't face yoongi the whole night, whereas jungkook occasionally stared down jimin who had no clue what the heck was going on and munched on some appetizers

- jealousy is not a big thing for him but he still doesn't quite like it when someone is too touchy with you

- he trusts you, absolutely no doubt about that or he wouldn't have even entered a relationship with you, as he has high standards about who to let into his life, especially with potential lovers

-that's why everyone knew you guys were serious about each other and it was hardly surprising that you got to meet his family shortly after you guys started dating (his mother loved you btw)

-has like 200 pics of the day you met gureum

- an absolute sucker for you, you could say you want the n seoul tower to flicker in purple and pink lights and he would get it done somehow

- very sensitive to touches so ......👀

- loves your room bc he says it always smells like your lotions and laundry

- you sometimes surprise by setting the mood with some smooth music and nice fragrances and the world comes to a halt for him, it's just him and you

-shower him in affection and he's putty in your hands, legit, when he first performed euphoria and did the high note at the end you spammed tf outta your messenger and hyped him up and he actually got so hype he jumped around backstage after the concert and sprinted to you when he saw you, twirled you around and, for the first time, kissed you while the guys were there

-he still gets teased about it tho, but he doesn't really care bc your support means the world to him and he values it too much to care about the guys

-you guys went home that night and he serenaded you while you were cuddling. you guys started talking about songs, especially your favourites. you got sleepy when he started talking about 'home' and softly sang it to you, until he realised you dozed off. he smiled to himself and caressed you hair, as you had layed your head onto his chest. admiring your sleeping figure, closely entangled with his broad frame, he said to himself: "this is home..."

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