#I JUTS WANT TO HUG HIM OKAY

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every time this man says something heart breaking

all i want to do is gently hold his face and remind him he's not alone

let me just hug this guy, okay

[call-memissbrightside]

“No!”

Your ears perked up at your daughter’s little voice ringing from the bedroom. You sat in the living room, tired but on edge to deal with a tantrum. Wine glass in your hand, you swirled the cup in hesitance. Katsuki wanted you to relax after working a long shift, and he urged you he could put Mai down to bed.

“Nooo!” Little footsteps ran with a flutter of hurry from the bedroom to the living room. “Mommy, noo!”

Mai’s cheeks were rosy and big tears were falling down her face, and she quickly climbed onto the couch and into your lap.

“Mai, please let your mommy go, it’s time for bed-“ Katsuki tried to reach out for Mai but the little girl screamed bloody murder.

“No! No Suki! Go away!” Mai huddled closer to your chest, sniffling.

“Baby, don’t be mean to Katsuki,” you softly chastised. “He’s just trying to help.”

Rubbing Mai’s back, you rocked your baby against your chest.

“Mommy, no sleep. Suki being mean!” Mai was cranky, you could tell and her misdirected anger was a tad funny coming from the toddler.

Katsuki sighed, running a hand through his hair. You realized then that Katsuki didn’t understand that Mai was sleepy but fighting it, which meant turning her anger towards him.

“Hey missy, you’re making Suki sad.” You pressed a kiss to her forehead, Mai looking up at Katsuki in shock at your words.

“He just wants to be your friend, and friends don’t be mean to each other.” You recalled some simple life lesson from Mai’s favorite cartoon, and your daughter immediately sympathizes.

“Suki my friend?” Mai looked to you, eyes wide but now tear free.

“Yes my love, Suki is your friend and he’s mommy’s friend too,” you explained. Mai nodded, like it all was clicking for her.

“You say sorry to Katsuki?”

“Sowwy Suki,” Mai jutted out her bottom lip, hands now reaching for the hero.

Katsuki smiled, taking her in his arms. “It’s okay baby.” He kisses her forehead, leaning her weight into his forearm and holding out his free hand towards you.

“How about mommy and I put you to bed? Would you like that?” Katsuki asked Mai.

Your heart squeezed, setting down your glass and immediately hugging Katsuki’s side.

“Yes! Mommy sing and Suki read!” Mai clapped cheerfully, making Katsuki and you laugh at her orders, but you both knew you’d do anything for her.

[ninikrumbs]

fluff with boyfriend satoru. thats it.

boyfriendsatoru who's weary and exhausted from the weight of the world on his shoulders, fighting curses day in and day out.

boyfriendsatoru who's favorite part of the day is coming home to you, to the soft hum of your cozy apartment. Your warm smile and open arms a perfect remedy to melt away the exhaustion in his bones, along with the smell of a freshly made meal or takeout depending on how tired you were from your own missions.

"Welcome home, Toru!" The tender tone in your voice made his heart warm. Despite your tired eyes, you still stood up to greet him by the door. You wear wearing his shirt and nothing else with your hair up in a messy bun. And to him you looked so beautiful it almost hurt. How did he ever deserve you?

He closes the distance between you two, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, hugging you tightly like someone was gonna take you away.

Tucking his head in the crook of your neck, he breathes you in and melts into your embrace. "Im home."

boyfriendsatoru who's house is now so full of life ever since you came in the picture, apartment now filled with cute trinkets, scented candles, plants and cozy throw pillows. A stark difference from his once cold and empty house that he only uses to sleep for a few hours before carrying the mantle as the storngest once more.

boyfriendsatoru who makes up for his absence due to long missions every chance he gets. He now demands for days off like other sorcerers and spends those days trailing behind you like a little puppy.

boyfriendsatoru who doesn't know what personal space is when it comes to you. Wanna shower? he's right there with you. Reading a book in bed? his using your chest as a pillow, purring like a cat every time your laugh reverberates from your body, might even offer to reenact your favorite scenes. Need to pee in the middle of the night? You get startled when he opens the door, sleepy face yawning as he scratches his toned tummy while he waits for you to be finished. Claiming that he can't sleep without you. Doing skincare? He's right beside you, waiting for you to pat in your toner and moisturiser on his face. Honestly, he's just a baby who loves you and wants to be included in everything.

"Toru, not that I mind..."

He looks up from his place on your chest, looking so sleepy and satisfied that you almost didn't wanna disturb him.

He yawns before answering you, voice laced with sleep. "What is it, sweets?"

You thread your fingers through his fluffy hair, giving him head scratches here and there and he basically purrs like a kitty on catnip. "You know you don't t have to spend every waking moment with me. I know you feel like you have to make up for the time we're apart, but its okay to make time for yourself you know."

In typical Gojo fashion, Satoru juts his lips out as his eyes water comically. "Does that mean you don't want to spend time me?"

"What? No!" You were somehow panicked and amused at the same time.

"You should've just shot me instead, that would have hurt less!" He cries, tightening his arms around your waist.

You shake your head at his theatrics, laughing fondly, "I didn't mean that you big baby."

Sparkly blue eyes stare back at you, "But Im your baby."

You snort in response. If only the world could see him now, the stongest so soft like this. But truly you felt lucky that monly you could see this side to Satoru. A side to him that you could keep all to yourself. The world can have the strongest, you only ever wanted Satoru. "Toru, I only meant that you might get tired of me if you don't have your personal space."

He scoffs, looking so offended. "First of all, there's absolutely no chance of me getting sick of you and second Ive had enough alone time to last me a life time."

The way he said the last part made it sound like it was no big deal but the thought of him coming home to an empy house with no one to turn to made your heart ache. "Toru.."

Seeing the look on your face, he quickly gives you a smile, "Don't look at me like that, sweets. Im fine, really. Its all in the past."

You were unconvinced but you didn't want to breach deeper into such a sad subject so instead you made a promise to yourself to make sure he never feels alone ever again.

You pull him up and wrap your arms around his neck, he snuggles into you but makes sure not to crush you under his weight. His warmth seeps into your skin as you caress his back. You murmur softly into his neck, "You have me, Toru. Always."

Gojo had to blink back the tears and stop his voice from shaking when he spoke, "And you have me."

--

"Just to be clear, you don't like personal space?" You ask, teasing lightly as you looked down at Gojo on you lap.

He gazes up at you, arms circling your waist, smirking cheekily as he answers, "I like your personal space."

[samisverycool]

Heyyy! I’m obsessed with the yandere!prince:)) Can we get him, when he sees other maids bullying the reader bc he (clearly) favours the reader over them? I don’t mind if it’s long:) Have a nice dayyy<333

yes ofc!! thanks for the req <33.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. yandere prince . part two

➯ part one

to say he was angry was an understatement.

no, the prince was furious.

"what do you think you're doing?"

his voice was sharp, low, trembling, like it was taking all his effort to hold back from blowing up.

just moments before, two maids had entered your private room, strutting in like they owned the place. you barely had time to greet them before the brunette one swept your legs from underneath you, and the blonde one bent down to give you the nastiest glare two inches away from your face.

"you just think you're so special, huh?" the blonde spat. "just because you're the prince's personal maid doesn't mean you're better than us, whore!"

the brunette grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you towards her as you yelped in pain. "i don't know why the prince likes you so much, you're just a pretty bitch" she seethed.

a hard kick to your side sent you into a coughing fit, hugging yourself as you struggled to breathe. hot tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to fight back.

"let go of me!" you wheezed out, grabbing the brunette's wrist and digging your nails into her flesh, drawing out a shriek as she reeled back in pain.

you wanted to cry. to scream. to tell them that you didn't choose to be the prince's favourite, and that it was unfair you were being treated this way.

"what do you think you're doing?"

a suffocating silence filled the room as your eyes found the doorway, where the prince stood. his eyes were practically glowing in pure, unbridled rage.

the two maids, who were so confident and cocky before, were suddenly so quiet.

"i'm quite sure i asked a question," the prince's voice was clear as he approached, his knuckles turned white from how hard he was struggling to stifle his anger. no one dared to speak. his gaze observed the scene in front of him: his darling, his sweetheart, crumpled on the floor with two maids looming over her.

he laughed. it wasn't one of amusement, no, it was disbelief.

he was in utter disbelief that one would even think of laying a hand on you and get away unscathed.

"get out," a tilt of his head, a tight-lipped smile, hands folded behind his back. the prince was terrifying.

the maids glanced at each other, a wordless agreement. the duo scrambled for the door, fearing for their lives.

the prince then fell to his knees, blubbering as he cradled you in his arms. "my sweet, are you okay? what did they do to you? oh, i should've been here sooner! please forgive me!" he looked like a guilty child, eyes glossing over, lips jutting out in a shaky pout.

you blinked, dumbfounded at the quick shift in his mood. "i'm alright, my prince.. i'm sure it was a misunderstanding" you lied.

he knew you were lying, but he would deal with those.. nuisances later. he just needed to make sure you were okay.

"come on, my sweet, i will bring you to the physician to get you checked out" he gently picked you up bridal style, arms locking under your knees and gently steadying your shoulders.

"you are never leaving my sight after this, you hear me? never. never!" he shook his head frantically, almost panicked at the thought of something like this happening again.

"yes, my prince" you agreed quickly, calming his nerves. "..thank you."

his features softened as he gazed down at you, eyes filled with such fondness. "you're welcome, my sweet. you know you are very dear to me."

you gave a small smile.

"...so, would you like me to bring their heads to you?"

"what-?"

[byhees]

when you get pouty during a prank

heeseung would crumble in an instant— in fact, crumble would be an understatement; he’d melt at the sight of your little pout, gaze softening. “ah.. sorry, sorry, baby.. i was just playing around”, he’d coo, shifting closer to you to engulf you in a tight hug, hand gently caressing the back of your head— “not funny, babe”, you’d softly mumble; and he’d lightly poke your cheek, a soft smile spreading across his features as his eyes sets on the endearing look of your face; “how can i make it up to you, love?” he’d ask— and rest assured, if you want cuddles, he’ll give you the best of the best of them…

jay would succumb to your adorable expression in an instant— it wouldn’t take much convincing for him to drop the act, heart melting at the sight of your small pout; “ah.. you just know how to make me all soft”, he’d huff, lightly poking the swell of your cheek, and watching as a victorious grin spreads across your face…

jake would try his best to keep up with the ridiculous act, eyes constantly flickering from your pretty face, to some distant object, knowing for a fact that if he were to meet your gaze, he’d give up on the prank in an instant— “okay, okay..! you win, baby”, he’d groan, watching as the proudest little grin makes an appearance on your face; and even though his attempt at playing a little prank on you was practically futile, he can’t help but to grin at the sight of your beaming smile, your eyes curling into little crescents…

sunghoon wouldn’t even be able to keep the prank on for five minutes— one glance at your little endearing pout, and he’s completely defeated; “that’s no fair! you can’t do that..” he’d softly mumble, arms crossing across his chest— oh gosh, you just know his weaknesses all too well; you’d wind up peppering him with pecks and kisses, wanting to cheer up your sulky boyfriend…

sunoo would be so endearing; first of all, his prank would be the sheer definition of adorable on its own— the way he’d attempt to act out a nonchalant persona with the corners of his lips occasionally raising in the wake of a smile, would have you grinning without your knowledge; and second of all, the moment he’d catch sight of your little pout, he’d, physically, melt, his faux, cold expression dropping in a mere millisecond— “awh.. don’t be sad, baby— i promise! no more pranks..” he’d mutter, arms naturally engulfing you in a hug…

jungwon would be a little surprised; his acting would be so believable, it’d strike any other person as genuine— and his pretty girlfriend isn’t exactly an exception either; when you’d pout ever so slightly, bottom lip jutting out sulkily, it’d be obvious just how surprised he’d be, eyes lightly widening at the thought of hurting you over this prank of his; “oh baby.. i’m sorry.. it’s just a prank, promise!”, he’d hurriedly say, pressing a quick peck to your forehead shortly after— would drop the act in a millisecond, showering you with tons of affection…

riki would, surprisingly, drop the prank— or any prank for the matter— in a heartbeat, not being able to continue the facade, especially with your adorable pout, and doe eyes gazing at him; a hand would instantly raise up to cover the growing blush across his face, his heart thumping from the mere eye contact. “ah.. never mind.. it was a prank, babe”, he’d say, the tone of his voice being softer than anything— your pout is practically your little cheat code; finds you so surreally endearing…

[rafecameronssl4t]

Night out || Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: A night out with your boyfriend and Madelyn and waking up to pictures of you and Drew circulating around social media.

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1,591

A/n: Send me drew starkey requests pleaseeeeeee

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“Look at you,” Drew says with a playful grin, his eyes tracing every detail of your outfit with admiration. You giggle, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you catch your reflection in the mirror, pleased with your appearance. “What time are we meeting up with Mads again?” you ask, tearing your gaze away from the mirror to glance at Drew as he checks his phone.

“Uh, like right now,” he says sheepishly. Your eyes widen in surprise. “Drew!” you exclaim, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in your voice. Without wasting a moment, you grab your perfume, quickly spritzing it on as you rush to the other room to retrieve your Sambas.

“I feel so bad for making her wait,” you mutter to yourself, hastily tying up your shoes. “It’s fine, babe. The drive is only like five minutes,” Drew reassures you, the keys jingling in his hand. You shoot him a playful glare, your bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout.

“Still!” you retort, a hint of mock annoyance in your voice. With a quick glance in the mirror to ensure everything is in place, you grab your bag and hurry out of your cozy Charleston home, Drew following closely behind.

In the car, you carefully apply a layer of lip gloss, glancing at yourself in the visor mirror. Drew’s hand rests warmly on your thigh as he admires you, his eyes filled with affection. Feeling his gaze linger, you turn to him with a smile. “What?” you ask playfully, catching his eye.

Drew grins, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your inner thigh. “You’re just so pretty,” he gushes, his voice full of admiration. You giggle, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “Thanks, babe,” you reply, your heart fluttering.

~

“I’m so sorry we’re late,” you apologize as you and Madelyn go in for a hug, embracing each other warmly. “No, it’s okay. I was sorta late too,” Madelyn chuckles, pulling away from the hug with an understanding smile. Drew joins in, pulling Madelyn into a hug as well. “Hey Mads,” he greets, smiling down at her. “Hey Drew,” Madelyn replies, pulling away from the hug and smiling up at him.

You three catch up, ordering drinks and food, simply enjoying each other’s company. As the night rolled on, the three of you decided you wanted to walk down the street to your guys’ favourite bar.

It was around 11 at night, and the streets of Charleston were still bustling with a few people. “Wait, I’ll just go to the bathroom,” Madelyn says just as you step outside. “Want me to come?” you offer, concerned. “No, it’s okay, I’ll be quick!” she assures you with a smile as you nod in understanding.

Drew pulls you close to him, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively as you wait for Madelyn to return. “Do we have any choc chips in the fridge?” you randomly ask, looking up at Drew.

“I doubt it, why?” He chuckles as you couldn’t help but smile, “I wanted to make choc chip pancakes in the morning,” You say, “I’ll just buy them tomorrow,” He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. “Thank you,” You smile, going up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips.

“You lovebirds ready?” Madelyn calls out. You and Drew turn your heads toward her, both smiling. A playful grin spreads across your face as you step away from Drew, immediately missing the warmth of Drew. Linking arms with Madelyn, you share a glance. She sticks her tongue out at Drew, who feigns offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.

Drew walks behind the two of you as you giggle about something Madelyn said. The sight is pretty amusing—how small the two of you look next to him, with Drew towering behind like a protective shadow. It’s almost as if he’s your loyal Doberman, following closely and keeping an eye on his favourite people.

The three of you arrived at the bar and immediately ordered drinks, though Drew opted for just iced water since he was the designated driver. The atmosphere was relaxed and cozy, with only a few people scattered around. After about an hour, Madelyn decided to head out, mentioning her early start the next day.

The bar was nearly empty, the clock inching past midnight, but you and Drew decided to stay. The two of you continued to chat, enjoying the quiet intimacy and the time together. His hand rested on your thigh as you talk about something, his eyes watching your side profile in awe at how lucky he was.

“We ready?” Drew asks, downing the last of his water. You hum in agreement, getting up and thanking the bartender, who returns your smile warmly. With a final glance around the nearly empty bar, you head out into the night with Drew by your side.

~

Waking up, your hand moves across to Drew’s side of the bed, only to find it empty. Lifting your head from the pillow, you catch the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen. Curiosity piqued, you slide out of bed, your feet hitting the cool floor. As you leave the bedroom, Bella, your cocker spaniel, trots up to you, her tail wagging enthusiastically.

You crouch down, scooping her up into your arms, her soft fur warm against your skin. With Bella nestled comfortably, you head towards the kitchen.

Rounding the corner, you spot Drew at the counter, mixing something in a bowl with his back turned to you. “Morning,” you say softly, catching his attention. He turns around, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Mornin’, baby,” he greets, his voice filled with affection. You walk up beside him, and he instinctively wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. Curious, you peer into the bowl.

“You’re making pancakes?” you ask with a smile, looking up at him. Drew grins down at you. “Mhmm, I got the choc chips in the fridge. Could you grab ’em for me?” he asks. You put down Bella, who trots off happily, and head to the fridge to fetch the chocolate chips, feeling a surge of affection for Drew and his sweet gesture.

“I didn’t start them too long ago, so sit down,” Drew says, giving your ass a light pat as you pass by. You lean up to kiss his cheek, “Thank you,” you say warmly before heading to the other side of the kitchen to make your coffee. The aroma of freshly ground beans fills the air as you start the coffee maker, glancing back at Drew, who’s humming along to the music, focused on making the pancakes.

You settle down on one of the kitchen stools, enjoying the comforting warmth of your coffee as you watch Drew mixing the batter . Scrolling through your phone, you’re suddenly interrupted by a FaceTime call from Madelyn.

“Mads is calling,” you inform Drew before answering the call. Maddy’s cheerful face fills the screen as you prop your phone up on the counter. “Hey!” You greet her as she does replies in the same cheerful tone.

“I’m getting my hair and makeup done right now, and I got bored, so I called,” Maddy explains, chuckling as she looks up to let the makeup artist do her eyeliner. “Hey Maddy!” Drew calls out.

“Hey Drew!” she greets back, her voice bright. “What are you doing?” Madelyn questions Drew as you flip the camera around to focus on him. He’s in the middle of flipping a pancake, his expression concentrated yet relaxed. “Making pancakes,” he replies with a smile “Stoppp, you’re making me hungry. I haven’t had breakfast yet,” she groans, letting out a loud sigh.

“Where in Charleston are you? We can drop some off if you want?” you offer, genuine concern in your voice. Maddy smiles gratefully at your kindness. “You’re too sweet, y/n. Thank you, but I feel bad making you drive out to me. I’ll just ask my manager to get an açai bowl or something,” she replies, her gratitude evident. You hum understandingly, appreciating her consideration.

~

After about ten minutes of casual conversation, Maddy brings up something that makes both you and Drew pause mid-chew. "What are you talking about?" you ask as Drew pulls out his phone.

"Are you guys living under a rock? It's all over social media right now. I thought you would've found out last night or at least this morning," Maddy says, sounding surprised.

"No, we haven't been on social media at all since we left the house yesterday afternoon," you explain while Drew opens Instagram and heads to the explore page. Almost instantly, you spot what she's talking about. "Oh, I see it," you say, leaning closer to get a better look at the post.

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Drew and his partner y/n spotted out in Charleston tonight!!

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"Aww, these picture is really cute," you smile, swiping through the images as Drew chuckles beside you. "Oh, and one of the workers at the bar made a TikTok about seeing us there. They even took a photo of you guys from the CCTV camera," Maddy adds, "I'll send you the TikTok too."

(the pic)

With Drew being a well-known celebrity, you're used to pictures of you both popping up on social media. Still, you always enjoy looking at them, finding them wholesome and cute.

[moonstruckme]

remus x touch starved! reader ❤

i want him to hug me so badly 😭

<3

Me toooooooo! Unsure if this was a request but thanks for sending and potentially for requesting haha <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 707 words

Remus’ foot is touching yours. It’s incidental, thoughtless. You’re sitting on opposite sides of the couch, facing each other as you both read your books, only you’re not reading anymore because all of your attention has been stolen by the way your boyfriend’s foot is lightly pressing yours into the back cushion. The slightness of the contact, the smallness of it, it isn’t nearly enough, and yet you don’t think you could take any more. 

The other side of the couch seems a thousand miles away. 

“You alright?” Remus asks. You look up to find him studying you over the top of his book. 

“Mhm. Why?” 

“You just seem like you might be cold.” You look at him bemusedly, and he nods to the blanket around your shoulders. “You’ve wrapped yourself up fairly tightly there.” 

You look down. You’re holding the blanket closed with a near vice-like grip, cocooning yourself in warm snugness. 

“Oh.” You ease your grasp on it. “Sorry, I didn’t even notice.” 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Remus replies easily, sitting forward and clasping a hand around your ankle. “Should I go turn the heater up?” 

Every nerve in your being has directed its attention to your ankle, your boyfriend’s fingers braceleting it loosely, casually. One finger moving slowly up and down as though to placate you. Your chest aches terribly. 

Some of it must show on your face, because Remus frowns. “What is it?” 

“What?” 

“You look upset.” He leans forward, his touch coasting up to your knee. His frown deepens. “Sweetheart, what's wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You close your eyes, feeling silly. Shake your head. “Sorry, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“It’s really stupid.” 

Remus shushes you admonishingly. “I doubt that. Will you tell me?” 

“It’s just…” You push out a breath, not quite able to look at him. “It is, it’s silly. I feel like I miss you, but you’re right here.” 

Remus gives you a contemplative look, his lips downturnt. You almost want to laugh just so he’ll take you less seriously. You feel far too exposed. 

“That doesn’t sound silly,” he says after a moment. “I think…I know what you mean, sometimes. Maybe there’s something we’re missing.” 

“Like what?” you ask helplessly. 

He considers you. “Could we have a hug?”  

Now you do laugh. “Yeah,” you say, though you don’t move. “Of course, whenever you want.” 

“Whenever you want, too,” Remus reminds you. He takes the initiative, setting his book down and moving across the couch toward you. 

His arms come around you almost tentatively, one hand moving across your back while the other settles itself between your shoulder blades. You give a little shiver at the contact, and he strengthens his hold, your own fingers bunching in the material of his jumper. That ache in your chest begins to feel like a sort of fracturing. 

“I might cry,” you warn him wobbily. “Don’t worry about it.” 

Remus’ surprised chuckle jostles the first couple of tears out of you. “Oh, sweetheart.” He palms the back of your head. “I’ll try not to, but are you sure you’re alright?” 

“Yeah.” You clutch him tightly. “This helps.” 

“Okay,” he says softly. 

Remus lets you cry it out. He holds you, shuffles closer on the couch, presses his lips to the top of your head. When you’re done and you pull away to press a salty kiss to the corner of his lips, he picks up your fallen blanket and draws it around the both of you. 

Your legs are all tangled together, bent knees and coarse hairs and the jut of an ankle bone into your hip. Remus looks into your eyes with a steady fondness. 

“Do you feel any better?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” you answer honestly. “Sorry, thank you.” 

“Why are you always sorry?” There’s a bit of teasing in his voice now, softened by the brush of his lips against your nose. “You can always ask for hugs, you know. You should.” 

“Okay.” 

“I want you to.” 

“Okay.” Your face feels warm, but you feel a thousand times lighter. “I will.” 

“Good.” He gives you a little smile. “Can we do another now?” 

“Remus,” you smile back at him, “I’m really fine.” 

“I believe you. This one’s for me.”

[hoonieyun]

Hello I know your requests are closed rn but when they’re open I was wondering if you can do reader doing the trend when she tells enhypen that she can’t pay rent this month (lmk if you don’t know the trend I’ll link it!)

i can’t pay the rent ⊹˚. ♡

pranking enha hyung line by telling them you can't pay the rent for the month

warnings: profanity, kissing, teasing/pranks, consensual touching, 18+ genre: fluff… just fluff idek LOL notes: OKAY I SWEAR NOWTHIS IS MY LAST REQUEST IM DOING TIL NEXT YEAR LOL yall keep sending good ones and i dont wanna make you guys wait but PLS save the requests for next year, i promise i will do them all hehe anyways thank you for requesting!! i thought this was so funny because my sister did this on her husband recently and he was so dramatic about it, telling her that they had to sell her car LOL anyways enjoy and as per usual… not proofread lmao

husband!heeseung ⋆˚ʚɞ – wc: 484

– you thought this prank was hilarious, especially because it seems like the people’s reactions were always so dramatic and you knew heeseung’s would be similar, if not funnier. heeseung was going to be arriving home from work anytime soon so you sat at your dinner table waiting for him to walk through your front door. 

in just a few minutes, you could hear his keys enter the lock and turn the doorknob. heeseung was very hardworking and as much as you fought him on the fact that you were okay also working, he wasn’t going to let his wife do another day of corporate work if he had anything to say. 

the year before you two got married, heeseung received a huge promotion, one that allowed him to take care of the two of you without you having to ever lift a finger ever again. you were grateful for him and you did your best to be a good wife even if heeseung was okay coming home to ramyeon and cuddling in bed all day. 

“hi, my love. how are you?” he says, throwing his shoes off and making his way over to you. he quickly presses a kiss on your temple and you release a pent up sigh to make your distress believable. “what’s wrong?” heeseung asks, squatting down so that he could be more eye level. 

“hee… promise you won’t be mad at me?” you say and he nods at you, slightly pouting and looking at you with his big doe eyes. he was unsure of where this was going and the contrast to your usual bubbly personality was a bit worrying to him. 

“i don’t think i can pay the rent this month…” you say, jutting out your bottom lip with a slight quiver. heeseung looks like he’s just heard the saddest thing ever, like you just confessed the utmost heartbreaking statement. “baby, that's okay! please don’t worry? we’ll make it work…” heeseung says, pulling you intoa hug anf rubbing your back softly. you accept his hug but can’t stop yourself from bursting out into laughter. heeseung suddenly pulls you away, holding your shoulders and looking at you with a suspicious expression, his left eyebrow raised as he stares at you. 

“babe? why are you laughing! we can’t pay rent and you’re laughing– wait…” heeseung begins to say and you realize that he’s caught on. “you don’t even pay the rent! i do!” heeseung says, shooting up straight and posing with his hands on his hips with a scolding face. “sorry hee!! i had to prank you because your reaction is too cute!!” you respond and he smirks with a chuckle, falling into your arms with a hug. “you’re lucky i love you!” heeseung says before the two of you share a kiss. 

“now… where’s my ramyeon!” he says, picking you up bridal style and walking over to the kitchen.

husband!jongseong ⋆˚ʚɞ – wc: 663

– everything about jay just screamed gentleman. he always opens doors for you, when it rains he carries the umbrella predominantly on your side more than his, he keeps you on the side furthest from the street when walking on the sidewalk, he showers you in love and compliments, and never lets you forget how much he loves you. 

he respected your wishes when you said that after getting married you no longer wanted to work, in fact, he encouraged it. he had wanted you to stop working for a while now because of how shitty your boss was but you ultimately waited until you were married to do so. he wanted you to stay home and work on your dream home, encouraging you to use his card for whatever you needed so that you could make the house you two got together, the one of your dreams. 

so when jay was at work, you were at home doing projects to do just that; make this house your dream home that you and jay would spend the rest of your lives together in. you were taking a break from gardening in the backyard when you came across the tiktok and because you knew that jay was weak to your pranks, it was going to be easy to pull one over on him. 

you finish doing the rest of your garden for the day just as jay was coming home from work. you greet him at the front door, sliding your gloves off and giving him a kiss on the cheek instead of a hug so that you wouldn’t get his clothes dirty since yours was slightly covered in dirt. 

“hi baby, can we talk?” you ask and the atmosphere instantly shifts as you grab him by his hand to the kitchen. you pour him a glass of water as he’s taking a seat at your kitchen counter, eyes fixed on you as you walk over to him. “is everything okay, my love?” he asks and you pause for a second as you try to bite back a laugh. 

“i don’t know how to tell you this but i can’t pay our mortage this month…” you confess and he looks at you with furrowed brows. “what mortage?” he ask and you tell him the mortage for the house and his eyebrows remain furrowed. “did you buy a new house??” he ask and you couldn’t help but break character. “why are you laughing?? what’s going on??” he asks, even more confused than before and you explain to him that it was a prank you saw but he wasn’t able to move on from your statement, still asking if you had bought another house that he hadn’t known about. “wait so is there another house? do you pay the mortage for that house?” he asks as you try to catch your breath from laughing so much. 

“can you be serious? i have no idea what’s going on! do you need me to pay the mortage on this house? it’s okay if you do, you know i’ll help you with anything.” jay adds, proving yet again how kind and generous he was. 

“baby, it’s a joke! there’s no other house.” you answer in between laughs and his eyes narrow at you after finally realizing what you were saying while laughing. 

“wow, i’m going to need to learn how to stop falling for your pranks. what’s next, you’re going to bring home a bunch of puppies?” and when your eyes widen at his response, he pulls you into a hug while shaking his head; “no, don’t even think about it!” he says, pulling you towards the bathroom. 

“but– nope! we are not getting a puppy!” jay says cutting you off. you look at him with a pout and all he can do is place a soft kiss onto your lips. “okay, fine. i’ll think about it.” he says and you cheer knowing deep down jay wanted a puppy too. 

boyfriend!jaeyun ⋆˚ʚɞ – wc: 733

– you and jake have just moved into your first apartment together after graduating from college. it was nothing crazy, just a humble 2 bedroom apartment and although you would’ve settled with 1 bedroom, jake insisted on getting two so that you could have a dedicated space for your art. jake definitely made more than you and although it made you a bit insecure that he was always taking care of the finances, he reassures you that he wouldn’t want it any other way.

often telling you that he’s happy to do it if it means you could put all your focus in your passion for your art. he even goes as far as having your art supplies on a refill cycle because he knows how fast you go through them and he doesn’t want you to ever run out so he has them delivered just in time as you’re about to run out of something whether it be a canvas, tools, or a certain color of paint. jake was loving like that. 

willing to spend what he needed, no matter the price, just so that he can make sure that you have everything you needed because he was your number one supporter. 

you were scrolling on tiktok, procrastinating on a piece, when you scrolled into the trend and it seems after seeing that first video led your algorithm to show you similar videos 8 more times before you decided that you would try and prank jake. you often tried to prank jake because his reactions were always cute and dramatic but you could tell whenever he was able to catch on so for this one, you prepared yourself. going over a small script in your head about how you would say it and what responses you would have for whatever jake could possibly say in return. 

so, when jake got back from work you walked out of your little art studio and welcomed him home with a hug and kiss on the lips. “hi, pretty. how was your day?” he asks and when you tell him that you were stressed and a bit anxious, he immediately drops his work bag and holds you closer. “what’s wrong?” he asks and you slowly you pull yourself out of his grip so you could look at him– bad idea because his eyes seemed to carry so much love and adoration for you in them that you could get lost in them. 

“yn?” he asks and you shake yourself out of the trance of looking into his doe eyes. 

“jake, i don’t think i can pay the rent this month… baby i’m so sorry!” you respond, throwing yourself back into his arms and burying your face into his chest to show him just how bad you felt and you could feel jake hesitantly put his hand on your back. 

“pay the rent?” he asks and you nod your head against his chest. “my love, no offense but i pay the rent not you.” jake says and when you look up at him his head is slightly tilted to the side with a furrowed gaze. 

“we all know i make the big bucks around here, baby!” jake says proudly and although it didn’t offend you at all, you pretend to be hurt by softly hitting him on the chest and pouting. 

“hey!” you yell while crossing your arms. 

“it’s true!” he says, pulling you back into his arms while rocking the two of you side to side. “what are you even talking about? i thought we agreed that i would cover our rent so you could focus on getting your art exhibit together?” he asks and you couldn’t even prolong the joke anymore because he was being too sweet. 

“yeah, i know… it was just a stupid prank i saw on tiktok.” you confessed and jake laughs at you endearly. “aww… not your best one babe.” he says and this time you hit him again because he was teasing you. he let out a small “oww” even though it didn’t actually hurt. 

“come on! i’m just playing!” he says, now he was looking at you with a pout and your scowl transforms into a smile. the two of you shared a tender kiss before preparing dinner. he was your hard working and caring boyfriend and you were his “little picasso if picasso was sexy”; his words not yours. 

boyfriend!sunghoon ⋆˚ʚɞ – wc: 835

– sunghoon, although usually very quiet, was very mischieveious and silly when the two of you were alone. he often played harmless pranks on you like hiding and waiting behind corners and jumping out when you got close, placing fake plastic bugs in unsuspecting spots for you to find, or just randomly having an outburst of energy and screaming that would startle you. 

and although you would tell him that you hated being scared or surprised, you secretly loved this goofy side of him because it brings out the biggest smile on his face whenever he sees your reactions. even when you do get scared, which is almost all the time, he makes it up to you by cuddling up close to you and whispering loving things into your ear until the two of you fall asleep. 

so, when your best friend sent you the tiktok and said you should get revenge on sunghoon for scaring you just the day before, you didn’t hesitate to dwelve into the tiktok trend to find inspiration on how you could really sell the story and try to prank sunghoon the way he pranks you. 

sunghoon would be getting home from work soon, he was a part of the IT team of a large scale company and you loved how smart he was, his cute face was just a bonus. when he got the job and moved the two of you to a bigger condo closer to his work, the two of you agreed that he would take care of the rent if you took care of the smaller finances like groceries and esstentials. 

at first you were a bit reluctant because you didn’t want it to come off like he was taking care of everything but sunghoon soothed your worries and told you that if he were to ever let you take care of the rent, his parents would be highly disappointed in him for letting his lady do that. as time passed, you slowly became comfortable with sunghoon’s job and how it did provide more than enough for the two of you. you didn’t really work, you often would help out at your family’s floral shop but it wasn’t anything to sunghoon’s big tech job; something you’re very grateful for… and of course, him. 

“honey, i’m home!” sunghoon announces as he enters your shared condo and you stay in place, slightly hiding in the blanket so it looked like you had been having a gloomy day instead of running outside to greet him like you usually do. 

sunghoon quickly makes his way to your shared bedroom when you don’t come out to greet him and he finds you on the bed, in a fetal position and hiding under the big fluffy white blanket. “honey, are you ok? you look sad…” sunghoon says softly and his tone of voice tugs at your heartstrings, almost making you back out of the prank. 

you mumbled something but because you were hiding under the blanket, he couldn’t hear you so he gently pulls the blanket off to reveal you, now hiding shyly behind your hands. 

“what’s wrong?” he says, grabbing your hands and placing them in his, gently rubbing circles on your knuckles with his thumbs. 

“hoon… i’m so sorry but i can’t pay the rent this month.” you say, finally making eye contact with him, giving him sad puppy eyes and when sunghoon’s blank face doesn’t change for a moment except for a few blinks, you start to believe that you’ve totally convinced him… wrong. 

“baby… i’m gonna hold you hand when i say this– you’re broke and you’ve never paid the rent a day in your cute little life.” he says, flashing you his cheeky smile that showed his fang like canine teeth. your jaw drops in shock at his response, prompting you to shout an empty “i hate you” at him as you grab the blanket and return to hiding underneath it. 

“noo, you looove me!” sunghoon says, grabbing the blanket once again to reveal a pouty version of you. 

“i buy you those creepy furry thingies you like, i buy you all your favorite snacks, and i pay for this lovely condo so you can have a beautiful home.” sunghoon says, getting closer with each word and finally placing a kiss on your lips. 

“hey! the labubus are not creepy…” you mutter and the both of you look over to your vanity where there sat a pink labubu. 

“okay, yeah they’re kinda creepy– but i was trying to prank you because you always prank me but i guess it didn’t work.” you confess and he pats your head, brushing some of your hair out of your face. 

“don’t worry baby, your cuteness makes up for your bad pranks.” he says with a laugh before lunging out of bed, just in time as you try to lunge at him; starting a cat and mouse chase around your condo until one of you, you 99% of the time, gets tired. 

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[paleepeaches]

Happy Valentines Day

(Connor Rk800 x Fem Reader)

Warnings: Idk NSFW so 18+

Word count: 2422

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and instead of making Connor dinner you let him fuck your brains out.

A/N: This took way longer than it should have. It's pretty mid.

Tags: If you're still interested @joelsfavoritegirl

You were a festive person. Always have and always will be. Valentine's was your favorite holiday not only because of the pink and red strewn across supermarkets and stores but because it was a day of love: a reason to celebrate you and Connor’s union. You were sentimental. Sensitive and a bit of a sappy girl when it came to things like that. Connor was fully aware of it. He made note of it when you first got together. How you pouted up at him. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly covered in your lipgloss. When things didn’t go your way your pretty doe eyes would water with tears and coat your spiky lashes. Seeing you so whiney and needy all the time was an adorable sight. Especially when it came to him. You’d pout every time he had to leave for the DPD every morning. Today was no different.

“Do you have to go?” You fluttered your lashes up at him. 

Connor turned his head to look at you while he did his tie. His hands skilfully mastered it. He felt his resolve waver seeing you so like that. You’d just gotten up. Hair was a bit messy, eyes a bit tired but what you wore got him. It was the babydoll nightdress. Baby pink in color and the cups on it hugged your tits so nicely. It was sheer and cut off at the top of your plush thighs. He had to resist throwing you on the bed and just fucking your brains out. Poor baby girl didn’t know what you were doing to him.

“I have to. Hank needs me for another case. Plus who’s gonna make enough money to take care of you?” He cooed down at you with his signature smirk. 

You huffed out a sigh nodding in understanding. “Okay but are you gonna be home on time to celebrate? To eat dinner and do….other activities?” You blushed at the hint you threw out. Connor had been balls deep inside of you, lapped viciously at your pussy, and had you whining and calling him daddy yet you were still so timid. He nodded his head trying to hide his amusement at your shyness. 

“Of course,” He smoothed out his jacket and reached a hand out to you. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek and relishing in its softness. “I’ll never keep you waiting. You know that.” He leaned down and placed a peck on your lips. He could taste that lingering lip balm on you. Cherry. You always had to have it cherry-flavored. He licked his lips tasting it and hummed. He reluctantly let you go as soon as he felt his cock begin to throb to life. Just kissing you was enough to send him into a feral mood.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He promised you and grabbed his car keys leaving you wanting and yearning for him.  

You filled your day with meaningful tasks despite the growing ache of Connor leaving you high and dry. You were dedicated to making this Valentine’s Day one he would remember. 

You had decorated your shared home in heart-shaped garlands and had a few scented candles going. If it was any other Valentine’s Day involving a human with functioning organs then you would have made a delicious meal and set wine out. However, this was Connor an RK800 model who didn’t need food or water to keep functioning. So you had to get creative which was why when he came home he was happy to see the festive decor, the soft glow of the candles around the living room, and the trail of petals leading to the bedroom.

You knew it was a bit cheesy of a tactic and overused but what other things could you have possibly used as a romantic trial? Connor had come home with flowers and of course, a gift for you held in the other hand. “Y/N…” He called out softly as he pushed open the bedroom door. If he had lungs they would have surely strained and stopped his breathing. He’d seen you in proactive wear before but this was the cherry on top. 

You sat knelt on the plush soft bed with each leg under you. You wore a babydoll lingerie top that cupped your breasts, making them sit so pretty on your chest. The top was thin, sheer, and baby pink bringing out the color of your skin. A pretty bow sat in the middle between the valley of your breast effectively accentuating your body. A thong was keeping your pretty puffy lips in place from falling out. Connor could see you went all out this year. He set the gifts for you on the dresser and walked meaningfully towards you.

“You like it?” You giggled softly a playful smirk on your pouty lips. Connor sat down next to you, the bed dipping in the process. “Of course I do sweetie.” He moved your hair aside with his hand and leaned in kissing you on the exposed skin of your neck. You inhaled sharply your eyes softening and body feeling like putty. 

Connor was programmed to analyze and interrogate deviants. So, naturally, he was able to figure out what aroused you and what didn’t. He knew of all the special spots on your lovely skin. His lips skilfully kissed your neck leaving hot wet kisses. You mewled delightfully for him making his cock harden.

He leaned into your ear whispering, “You sound so fucking pretty.” 

It caused a pink shade to cover your supple cheeks. He never ceased to make you blush even when he wasn’t trying to fuck you.

“Lay down, I wanna taste you.” He lightly pushed you down to lay on the bed. Your hair was sprawled across the sheets and your arms were at your side. Connor spread your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed. He kneeled before you, slipping your thong off. His fingers skillfully spread your puffy folds revealing your wet slick cunt. 

“I haven’t even touched you and you're already soaking.” He smiled cruelly at you. 

“Connor…” You whined out, hips bucking up to get him to taste you, finger you, anything. 

He laughed at your desperation, “Always so needy.” Connor didn’t want to give in to you just yet. He wanted to draw it out, have you begging for him to touch you. His plans quickly changed when he saw your pleading eyes and fluttering lashes. You looked so docile and cute that he couldn’t help but give in. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He spread your pussy folds further getting a good look at how drenched you were before giving you a long lick. He was hungry for you, tongue swirling around your clit and lapping at your puffy folds. 

“Fuck C-Connor-” Your moans were broken and rough as he continued his assault. Your eyes rolled back and your hands immediately tugged on his hair.

“You taste so good.” He muttered the vibrations of his voice over your clit caused you to throw your head back. 

He took your whines as fuel and dipped his tongue deep inside your hole. He groaned feeling it grip and clench, greedy for anything to fill it. He retracted his tongue humming and relishing in the sweet taste of your juices. 

“Shh baby you’re doing so good for me.” He cooed to you and before you could reply he plunged two long and slender fingers into you. You gasped for air, body squirming under him. He had to hold you in place to keep you from moving.

“Connor I-I think I’m gonna cum-” You choked out, voice cut off by his fingers slipping out with a loud squelch. He smirked down at you and you knew he’d refuse to give you an orgasm. At least not with his fingers.

“Connor, please.” You whined out for him desperately clawing at his trousers and tugging his belt. You wanted to see him, stop this torture, and have him fuck you raw.

He smiled down at you, tilting his head slightly to the side. “You’re so needy Y/N.” Connor slapped his hand down on your cunt making you yelp. It came out breathy and far from painful. His hand smacked you again, hitting deliciously against your throbbing clit.

Connor engrained your reaction into his hardware, studying, and learning. He yanked off your babydoll lingerie, pulling it over your head and leaving you in nothing but your bare skin. 

Connor was quick, fingers deftly opening each button of his shirt. His belt was next, his hands deftly moving to unbuckle it. He threw it on the floor, making it clang against the hardwood. He pushed down his trousers and underwear down and his face fell in relief. His cock sprang free, the head was swollen and leaking pre cum. 

At the sight of it, you felt your hole flutter and clench around nothing. You squirmed on the bed, withering in need. “Connor please, please, I’ve been a good. girl” You mewled out, batting your sweet lashes up at him.

There was something so thrilling and almost primal about you laying before him so vulnerable. The way you begged for his cock had him hardening even more. You never ceased to make his heart clench and cock jump from how sweet you were.“Shh, baby it's okay. I’ll give this pussy what it needs.” He cooed to you so softly.

Connor pumped his cock a few times, his pre cum seeping from the tip and spreading over his shaft. He pushed your legs up to your chest and lined his cock up to your hole. He could see your pretty pussy tighten up in anticipation. An amused exhale left his nose as he looked up into your eyes. They were foggy, glassy with lust and pure need. 

Connor pushed the head of his cock in and he groaned, hand coming down to the side of your head to brace himself. He gripped the bedsheets below you two and his face scrunched up in restraint. He knew first penetration was always hard for you. Your poor pussy couldn’t take so much cock so he had to take his time. He struggled to keep his composure and just thrust his full length into you. He knew if he did you'd cry out, sob, and claw at him. It was thrilling.

He sighed out and smoothed the skin on your hip with his palm. "Relax baby." With each second that passed he slipped in further and further in taking his time to stretch you out.

You were a mess below him, clawing at his shoulders and back. If he were human you would be sure he'd have red claw marks on his porcelain skin.

You panted like a bitch in heat, cunt clamping hard on him. “M-more, more Connor, I can take it.” You pouted up to him.

Connor chuckled at your bold statement. “You can take it huh?” 

“Y-yeah I can take it-”

Connor slammed his cock into you causing a yelp to escape your throat. The big stretch was painful as his tip bumped your cervix. Your body jolted upwards away from him but he just pulled his cock out and shoved it in again.

“Thought you could take it, princess. This is what you’ve been whining about?” Connor smiled down at you cruelly. He folded you in half, pushing your legs farther up to your chest. His cock slipped further in, making a lewd squelching sound.

“Y-yes!” You cried out in response.

“Then stop fucking complaining and take my cock like a good girl.” Connor leaned down and kissed you roughly, tongue slipping into your mouth. His hand gripped your chin as he pumped his cock into you.

His heavy balls slapped against the plump flesh of your ass. The noise echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and into your ear. Your juices leaked out of your cunt, coating his cock and dripping down his balls. He could feel it warm them and groaned into your mouth. He pulled back from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. “That’s my good princess, fuck clench down just like that.” 

You blushed, your pussy clamping down on him just from the compliment. “Ahh! Mphm! Fuck…Connor!” You were loud letting high-pitched moans fall from your pouty lips. Your eyes rolled back and you bit down on your lip relishing in the sweet bliss of his cock.

“Don’t do that. I wanna hear you.” Connor smacked your face lightly and you released your bottom lip from your teeth. 

“C-Connor I’m not gonna- I can’t-” Your words were chopped up, as you struggled to speak. They came out in whiney babbles and Connor couldn’t help but become amused. He thought you looked so cute like that. Your face controted into pleasure, words not even forming sentences just sounds. He loved seeing you completely drunk on his cock. 

“Good girl, just like that.” He praised you. He pressed the pad of his thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing slow and tight circles around it. You cried out, clawing at his back. Your bambi eyes brimmed with tears. You blinked, lashes fluttering and coated in the wetness. Fat tears rolled down your pink cheeks as you came.

Connor noticed but didn't fret. You would cry often due to the pure delight of cumming. He leaned down, cooing to you and licking them up with his tongue. He could taste the bitter and salty flavor of your tears.

That simple act made your walls clench down on his throbbing cock. Your legs locked him in place, wrapped around his waist and not letting him retract further than he should. He pounded into your soaking wet heat. “Fuck!” He cursed as you milked his cock. One final thrust into your spongy sweet spot had Connor spilling ropes of cum deep into your pussy. He gave a few sloppy thrusts helping you both ride out your orgasms. Your cream and his cum oozed out as he pushed his cock deep in, making it overflow and spill. You poor pussy was a mess. All fucked out and painted white.

Connor panted for a few seconds but recovered quickly due to his android body. He placed sweet soft kisses on your red cheeks and your forehead. “You did so good for me baby.” His voice was soft and sweet as he spoke.

You smiled up at him, panting softly, “Happy Valentine's Day.” 

[emmyrosee]

tw // jokes about being tied up, jokes about "kidnapping," all for the sake of comedy. no kiyoomis were harmed in the making of this post ❤️

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“I have a plan.”

Kiyoomi chuckles softly as his thumb continues to scroll through his phone, the other gently rubbing back and forth over your shoulder. Your legs are tossed over his lap, arms around him, while his free arm encases you in a loving, safe hug.

Silence fills the room, a lightness to the air that only comes from your sacred time together, time where there’s no Miya barking in his ear, or Bokuto excitedly yelling. Time where your own boss isn’t in your mind, time where your thoughts are only filled with each other and only each other.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about my plan?” You ask.

He shakes his head and juts out his lower lip in thought, “nah. No, I’m good with just lettin’ you think.” When you reach up to grab his lower lip, he tucks it away, “oh my god, fine, what is your plan?”

You smile sweetly up at him and curl deeper into his side. He, taking your bait, puts his phone away and cradles your body, his head resting against yours and holding you as close as his long arms can gather.

You press a kiss to his neck, and the tender skin there bursts out in goosebumps from the unfamiliar sensation, skin that probably should be used to your affections by now, but perhaps that means you should just do it more.

“Okay,” you sigh happily. “Here’s my plan.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m gonna tie you up-“

“Dear god, not where I thought you were going, okay.”

“-and lock you in the attic, so like, no one can see you, except me and your family.”

“I’m glad you’re allowing my family to see me,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “but you can’t kidnap me.”

“It’s not kidnapping,” you defend. “It’s tactile hiding.”

“Okay, it still sounds sketchy and illegal,” he snorts. “You can dice it however you want. What about my team?”

“You’re trying to convince me to not kidnap you and you use your job as a defense?” You scoff. “They see you sweaty and perfect and handsome every single day, what if Meian steals you from me?”

He laughs softly at your words, pulling back to look at you sweetly, "sometimes, I would love to hear what goes through your head when you look at me that conjures such feral thoughts."

"Aw, sweetie," you coo, kissing his jawline. "No you don't."

"You're right, no I don't."

[zorosangell]

I wanna read about kata so bad 😞🖐

Uhhh what do you think about jealous katakuri, like the other siblings are a bit flirtatious towards the reader and it makes him a little jealous or sth, I don't even know

⛥ﾟ・。 rooftop

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- when cacker gets a little too vocal about his admiration for you, katakuri becomes furious, and begins to genuinely consider the option of fratricide. luckily, you're able to talk him (and suck him) off the ledge... aka the story of Latte and Frappe's conception.

cw: nsfw, fluff, comfort, angst if you squint, lovesick katakuri, lovesick reader, he is thirty, you are twenty-nine, soda is six, cocoa is three, reader is a sweetheart, cracker's a creep

By no means could Katakuri ever genuinely hate his brothers.

They were his family... his blood, and for the better majority of his life, some of the closest companions he'd ever had—only companions, given the general didn't have many to begin with.

They'd seen him through thick and thin, been at his side through countless battles, and accepted him as his true self without issue—past the usual teasing that came with having a surplus of siblings.

But... if there was one thing that could change his mind on the sentiment... it was his wife.

And the way his brother was drooling over her right now.

"God-damn!" Cracker gaped, eyes bulging out his sockets and tongue nearly lulling out his mouth as you entered his view, gracefully. "Just when you think she can't get any hotter!"

Sharply, your husband's eyes flicked to him, brows cinched in a disapproving furrow as he knew exactly who his brother was looking at without even having to check.

"Watch it," he warned, firmly, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Oh, I'm watchin', all right."

The purple-haired man cheesed, utterly pleased as his eyes followed you toward sweets table.

Or, more accurately, your body.

Like a dog with a bone, he stared, mesmerized, as you made your way over, hips looking ripe and tender for the grabbing.

After a recent vacation to Snack Island, you'd developed a delectably smooth tan, the expensive lotions he was sure you used giving your skin an alluring shine.

Eye roaming over your body, he took in the deep, wine red of your dress, which hugged your form beautifully and exposed your smooth leg in a rather high slit, not to mention the gold bangles and jewelry that adorned your ears, neck, and wrists.

You looked good enough to eat—even more than endless variety of treats surrounding him.

"Mama! Cupcake!" Cocoa pointed, dazzled by the staggeringly tall tower of confections as she tugged at your hand.

You nodded, happily, adjusting one of her flyaways as a small smile broke out onto your face.

"Yes, honey, those are cupcakes," you confirmed with a giggle. "Do you want one?"

Frantically, she nodded, excitement etched clearly across her tiny face.

"Look! They even got chocolate!" Soda grinned, letting go of your other hand and using his taller reach to grab two, handing one off to his younger sister. "Here, Co! Try it."

Confused, the little girl examined the dessert with a raised brow.

"Chocwate?" she asked, poking the frosting.

"It's good," Soda assured, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me."

With your assistance, she removed the wrapper, before slowly raising the treat to her lips.

But, just as she was about to take a bite, her tiny grip accidentally loosened, the cupcake falling and landing frosting first on the brightly colored ground.

Saddened, she stared at it, lip jutting out in a pout and eyes already becoming glassy.

"My chocwate..." she teared up, disappointment weighing heavy in her tone as her lip began to wobble.

"Oh, honey, don't worry. We can—"

"It's okay. You can have mine," Soda assured.

Quickly, he peeled the wrapper off his cupcake, carefully handing it over and watching as his sister took a bite.

And instantly, she lit up with wonder, unseen galaxies now visible in front of her eyes as the rich, unique flavor danced on her tongue.

It was nothing like she'd ever tasted before.

"Yummy!" she gasped, wasting no time in finishing off the rest of the confection.

"You think that's good?" Soda smirked, taking her hand before starting off toward the other buffet. "Wait until you try a chocolate chip cookie!"

"Cookie?" she raised a brow, her small legs doing their best to keep up with him.

"You're gonna love it! It's got a ton of chocolate!"

"Chocwate!"

She needed no more convincing, and was now completely on board with the plan.

"Don't get any chocolate on her dress, Soda!" you called after them. "And don't get any on your suit, either!"

"Yes, Mama!" he replied, the two not even bothering to turn back as they set their sights on another large table of snacks, Cocoa giggling all the way.

You couldn't help but smile at the display, forcing Cracker to instantly clutch his chest with an iron grip, as if he had been shot.

You were a vision, the paragon of beauty and grace—and hotness.

What he wouldn't give to have just one—

"You keep looking at my wife like that, Cracker, and we are going to have a problem."

Katakuri seethed, tone deadly calm as his eyes sharpened like daggers, staring his younger brother down with a furious glare.

His jaw ticked as he watched the man gaze upon you, his expression displaying his thoughts clearly as he practically undressed and fucked you with his eyes.

In an instant, his chest began to smolder with a rage reserved only for when matters concerned you, the feeling akin to a third-degree burn as it began to rise up his throat and sting his tongue.

It was obvious to anyone with working eyes that you were a gorgeous woman, and if one was truly being honest, it would not be far fetched to say that at any given time there were probably ten other men eyeing you up in the same exact way .

Obviously, that fact didn't make Katakuri jump for joy—no man enjoys watching his wife be gawked at and lusted after.

But the sting felt different when it was one of his kin doing the hounding.

His fellow crewmate... his brother... his blood.

He knew Cracker was a bit of a sleaze in terms of women, but over the years he'd hoped the man would mellow out and dial back his outspoken attraction toward you.

For respect's sake, at least.

But, alas, seeing his brother objectify you so openly and comfortably gave Katakuri the honest motivation to think of the unthinkable...

'One brother gone wouldn't be so bad...'

"Careful, Cracker," Oven chuckled, amused by the sight before him as he and Daifuku made their way over. "Don't need haki to see that you've got a jellybean in your future."

"Or a trident," Daifuku sniggered right along. "Whichever comes first."

"I'm just sayin' what were all thinkin'," Cracker smirked, tossing an arm around the Minister of Flour—which was promptly shrugged off, "Katakuri, brother, you have got to be the luckiest bastard in the world. Your wife is the prettiest chick at this event."

His brows furrowed, the pink-haired man staving off an eye roll.

He knew that.

Obviously he knew that

That was like telling him the sky was blue or the sun was yellow.

It was a fact that was irrefutable, and one he didn't need reminding of—especially from Cracker.

The man who was dangerously nearing the edge of Katakuri's patience.

Luckily, his haki predicted an angel of diplomacy swooping in to save his brother's hide.

"Hello, boys," you greeted, kindly, your voice as smooth as sun-warmed honey as it seeped into your husband's ears.

"Hello, (y/n)," the brothers greeted in unison—save for Katakuri—each one sharing their own knowing looks.

"You look lovely this evening, my dear," Daifuku complimented before Cracker could say something crude.

"Thank you. You all look very dashing as well," you smiled, gaze flicking over to your husband, who was oddly quiet. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Actually—"

"Not at all," Oven interjected, slapping his hand over Cracker's mouth. "You need something? Is everything all right?"

"Oh, everything's fine," you assured, waving him off. "I was just hoping I could steal my husband away for a moment, if that's okay."

Katakuri could not have moved faster if he tried.

"Let's go," he quickly stated, his hand settling in its place at the small of your back as he ushered you away, not so much as offering a glance toward the brothers he was leaving behind.

"Damn..." Cracker sighed, still muffled by Oven's hand as his eyes trailed down to your ass. "Hate to see her leave, but I love to watch her—"

Instantly, his two older brothers hit him upside the head, the combined force knocking the Minister of Biscuits out.

"Really... I can't tell if he's drunk or just stupid," Daifuku sighed, disappointed.

"Katakuri's patience can only run so thin," Oven stated as he tossed his little brother over his shoulder. "Best to keep the two apart before he murders him in front of the guests."

Raising a brow, he glanced at Cracker, whose face was still contorted in a rather pervy expression despite being unconscious.

Annoyed, he groaned, rolling his eyes as he turned to walk away.

"On the contrary... a good ass-kicking might teach him a thing or two... little creep."

As you led your husband to a hidden, more secluded part of the rooftop on the Whole Cake Chateau, he couldn't help but be hit with a sudden bout of confusion.

You were acting very odd.

Cryptic... secretive... unable to keep yourself from smirking.

It was unlike you, and beginning to make him worry.

But before he could even open his mouth, you pulled down his scarf to kiss him, roughly, pressing him firmly against the wall.

"(y... /n)!" Katakuri gasped into it, eyes wide as his back hit the hard surface, your kisses trailing down to his jaw and neck.

Slowly, you dragged your teeth over the skin of his collarbone, sending a shiver up his spine as you looked up at him with hooded eyes.

He swallowed hard, a sudden buzz jolting through his chest, twisting his stomach with knots of arousal.

"(y/n)... the ceremony is going to start..." he stumbled as he tugged his scarf back up, instinctively resting his hands on your hips, face growing hot as your lips trailed down his bare chest.

"How long?" you sultrily asked, nipping at the flesh of his pectoral before slowly lowering to his stomach.

He cursed under his breath at the sensation, quickly shifting his gaze to the sky as he took a deep inhale.

If he looked at you, he was going to get impossibly hard.

"...Tw-enty minutes!" he gritted out, taken aback as you began to palm him through his leather pants, his dick painfully sensitive.

A devilish smirk curled on your lips as your other hand hooked into his belt, gently undoing it before slowly pulling his pants down to his ankles.

He watched you loop your hands through his boxers, body on fire.

He'd never get over the sight of you, never lose the rush that coursed through his veins every time he looked at you.

"You're so beautiful..." he muttered to himself, unaware that he said his thought aloud.

But the sweet compliment went unnoticed.

You were to busy gaping at his cock as you released it from its prison.

No matter how many times you saw it, the sight would always leave you salivating.

He was big, thick, and extremely hard, his bulbous, pink head dripping in pre that dribbled enticingly down his thick shaft, where a couple veins throbbed under the tender skin of his cock.

He kept himself trimmed, each pink-purple hair cut short but curly like the faint hairs on his happy trail.

From his cock hung two heavy balls, soft, sinewy with pink hair, and holding all the cum he held for you and you alone.

He relished in your gaze, feeling like the sexiest man in the world.

"We got time," you cooed. "Right now... I wanna show you who I belong to."

You started by spitting all over his cock, causing him to groan at the sight of your saliva dripping over his shaft and balls.

Then you began to stroke him, having to use both hands because he was just too damn big for one.

Katakuri's toes curled while his head tipped back, eyes screwing shut.

"Shit!" he hissed under his breath, doing a poor job at withholding his sounds of pleasure.

Your soft, smaller hands felt so good stroking his big dick.

Every move you made caused his body to tingle, his cells coming alive from the pleasure you were giving him.

The lewd, wet sounds of your hands stroking his wet cock didn't do him any good either.

Especially when you finally wrapped your lips around him.

Katakuri's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull the minute he felt your soft lips and wet tongue wrap around him, turning all kinds of tricks and skills on his dick.

Flicking, licking, sucking.

"F-Fuck," he groaned, pawing at the wall beneath his gloved fingertips.

He's never been treated so well.

'Looks so good on her knees like this...'

He blushed red at the lewd thought.

He shouldn't be thinking of you in such a horrible way!

But the way you were sucking on his dick and taking him in your throat was making him think different.

You gripped the base of his cock with one hand as you opened your throat for him, taking him as deep as you could go.

The gagging sounds that slipped from your pretty throat nearly made him cum, especially combined with the way it tightened around him.

So wet... so tight...

"F-Fuck... (y/n)!" he groaned, his strong fingers creating indents against the thick wall. "Gonna... cum soon!"

You hummed appreciatively, nodding your head.

The way it bobbed caused his cock to brush against the roof of your mouth, sending tingles throughout his dick.

"Cum for me, Kuri," you urged, speeding up your stroking until his toes were curling and his thighs were shaking. "Cum all over my face."

You went back to eagerly sucking him off, slurping him down like it would be your last meal.

His balls began to tighten, already feeling himself reach his peak.

You looked up at Katakuri, finding his eyes locked with yours, pink hairs and sweat sticking to his forehead.

And your lustful expression was the last thing he needed to push him off the edge.

He came, spilling his seed in your mouth without warning, a moan of your name and a whine of ecstasy leaving his lips as he did.

You felt his cum stream inside your mouth, warm and overflowing.

So much so that some began to spill, your eyes widening as it dribbled out the corners of your lips and down your face, dripping off your chin and onto the floor.

The sight so lewd, yet so arousing.

"(y/n)... that was... you were..." he panted, shoulders relaxing into the wall as he let out a heavy sigh. "Are you all right?"

You gave him a warm smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before standing back on your feet and returning his package to his pants, zipping him up and redoing his belt before placing a kiss on his lips.

"I am fine, my love," you stared into his eyes, lovingly, placing a few more pecks across his face, his skin burning with each touch.

"You didn't have to do this," he stated, solemnly, arms wrapping around your body and pulling you close. "You shouldn't be on your knees for me."

Your gaze softened, hand rising to gently cup his cheek, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone as your forehead pressed against his, "Kuri, nearly ten years and you still have yet to realize just how much I adore you."

Slowly, your hands slid down to rest on his chest, the man nearly letting out a groan at the drag of your nails, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I saw how Cracker was being... and how angry you were... and I wanted remind you that everything about me—my body... my mind... my soul—belongs to you, Kuri. There's no man or brother in this world that could ever turn me away from you. You are the father of my children, my beautiful husband, and I love you with all my heart."

Katakuri blinked at you, shocked.

He would never, ever admit it to anybody—including you—but for a moment he felt just about ready to shed a tear.

No one had ever said something so loving to him before, or with such passion.

It only tripled the size of his heart, creating more space for you to monopolize and rule over, effectively, until it finally bursts one day.

Without warning, the man suddenly scooped you up, relishing your gasp of surprise as you threw your arms around his neck, eyes slightly wide.

"Kuri, what are you—?"

"Where are the children?" he asked, quickly, intense eyes glancing down at you.

"Playing with Smoothie, Citron, and Cinnamon," you answered, breathless and slightly confused.

He nodded, quickly turning around to sneak toward the back entrance of the Chateau.

"Good," he nodded, voice low and sultry with a tone that only came out when he was truly in the mood. "We'll return for them after the ceremony."

Suspicious, you raised a brow.

"Why...? ...Where are we going?"

Knowingly, his gaze flicked to you, his eyes glazed over with a look that could only be attributed to complete and utter carnal desire.

He didn't even have to say anything.

The half of his expression that you could see was already half-lidded and dark, practically burning your face from his inside out as you realized what trouble you'd just gotten yourself into.

"Oh."

Of course, it was a surprise to no one that the twins were born nine months after the fact.

[creeksandsocks]

Splash

Hi! Okay, so, this is my first time ever writing smut - please feel free to leave me constructive criticism, or requests! 

Paring: inexperienced!Eddie Munson x inexperienced!f!Reader, established relationship

Tags/warnings: 18+ Mature, Minors do not interact, 1980s, ST4!AU,  smut, first handjobs, tit sucking and groping, grinding, kiss, graphic description of sexual acts, bad writing, misuse of italics, author is a virgin  😅😮‍💨

[4.5k words]

Author's Note: First ever smut! This fic is placed in an AU where the events of ST4 haven't happened, a lot of the “accurate lore” about his character is from the Flight of Icarus book, and while i'm still debating if I consider it cannon - I did use it for some some period-accurate stories and interests :)

When Eddie came to visit you during your shift at Family Video, you pushed a VHS of Splash into his chest.

“We have to watch this tonight, it’s my guilty pleasure movie and I need you to see it” you inform him as he inspects the tape that was just jutted into his chest.

He agrees without any argument. It’s not the kind of movie he’d pick out to watch for himself, normally opting towards Star Wars or Fire Escape from New York, but he’s not against rom-coms. He likes Tom Hanks enough, and thinks that mermaids are cool. But, really, he would watch anything for you.

You’re both so new into your relationship that you’re still figuring things out about each other. You're glad to learn that he’s modern in a way, for not condemning things for being “chick flicks” or whatever, at least for a small midwestern town like Hawkins.

The real reason you picked Splash isn’t actually because you’re dying to have your new boyfriend watch it, it's really because the familiarity of the film will hopefully provide a crutch in calming your nerves as you try and make a move on your guy tonight. Deep down, you know he won’t reject your advances. He really likes you and finds you hot, too. Both times when you’ve been left alone you’ve acted predictably. Jumping onto each other and making out.

The first time you made out with Eddie was the second time you kissed him. He was dropping you off at your house after a very successful first date. He kills the ignition to his van and his cassette stops playing. He turns to look at you, “I really had fun” he stammers, “I was wondering, if you wanted to go out again sometime? And… maybe be my girlfriend?”

He’s nervous, blushing and unblinking as he confesses to you. He takes his arm and rubs the back of his neck with it. You reply shortly after, but to Eddie, with his heart out on the line, it seemed to take eons. “Yes!” you try not to sound too eager, but youre ecstatic, “Yes to both I mean, being your girlfriend and a second date…”

You both stare at each other with soft accomplished smiles before instinctually meeting in the middle as you lean over his middle console and start feverishly kissing. You're practically earned it after all the pining going between the two of you. Your hands are in his hair, cupping his head and pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt. He's holding your head with one boyish palm and gently pulling you closer by the waist with the other. 

Eventually, you get fed up with his center console keeping you separated and decide to be fearless. You clamber over it, barely disconnecting your lips as you do and fumble yourself into his lap. He seems very happy with your new position and wraps the hand around your waist even tighter, hugging you into him. You’re both switching the tilt of your heads constantly. You want to get at him from every angle possible. He eventually kisses your jowl, chin and jawline as he kisses down your neck. He mouths at your lats and leaves bruising love bites there. He's quick to move back to your mouth though, desperate to get a taste of all you. You feel him stiff in his pants the more you kiss him, you are very proud of yourself for being able to get him so worked up. He parts your lips to breathe and he tenderly cradles your face. 

You admire each other's spit-covered mouths before you run your tongue down his jawline and suckle a hickey onto the angle of his mandible. He moans at your tongue lathing over his skin and he swallows the drool out of his mouth. Once you've decided he’s got enough of a mark you kiss him more, slowly winding each other down. 

You eventually part for the final time. Before you separate, you leave one last sweet kiss on his cheek. You pry his left arm off you and angle it to see his watch. He lets you, he’s gone slack at the weight of you on his lap, feeling the pressure of you against his hard-on. You see you're 15 minutes past curfew. “Shit shit shit!” you panic, scanning the passenger seat to grab your bag.

“What?” he questions, scared he’d done something wrong and hurt you. You inform him “I’m fifteen past curfew, if i'm not home like now i'll be forbidden from ever seeing you again”. Eddie doesn’t want to leave you, but he wants to never see you again even less. You have one last soothing kiss before you clamber out of the driver's side door. You run up to your front door as fast as your legs will carry you and scramble through your bag for your keys. You shove them into the lock as you turn over your shoulder and sweetly wave at the boy who you just rocked the world of.

The second time you guys made out you started both laid out on your bed. A mixtape Robin gave you fills the silence as you lounge. You were sprawled out on your back, knees bent and arms folded over your ribs. He's on his back too, just next to you, and you’re both stealing glances at each other. Admiring the look of each other's side profiles. He’s telling you about how one time he found drugs in the principal's desk and used them to (for lack of a better word) blackmail him into supporting the hellfire club. 

You laugh and turn your head towards his smiling face. “No fucking way?!” you say, more shocked than in disbelief. He turns his body onto his side now and props his head up on his arm.

“I was pretty nervous, actually, I would have made a huge fool out of myself if it was just aspirin or something,” he confessed, “but I knew that bottle, and by the dumb look on his face I knew I'd caught him, too!”.

He mimics the dumb face the principal made which makes you laugh even harder. He chuckles too, proud of himself for making you laugh and he smiles as he admires your beautiful scrunched face. You both take a deep breath to recover from all your laughing. He moves a small face-framing strand of hair that has been tousled into covering your lips and decides that he should make a move.

You nervously stare at his dark eyes and he moves his head closer to yours; his eyes haven’t moved from your lips since he cleared them off. He’s giving you the chance to stop him if you don’t wanna kiss him. Given you allow him, it’ll be the third ever time you guys have kissed each other. You spare him the rest of the distance and bring your face up to meet his. You kiss once at first, soft and reassuring each other that you both want it. Knowing he has permission he gently pushes your face back into the bed with his lips as he kisses you again. He's got one arm, on the opposite side of you that he's laying on, supporting himself. He wants to be close to you but he’s scared of crushing you. His inner wrist is tightly pressed up against your waist where your shirt has risen up. You can actually feel his heartbeat through the delicate skin there, it’s beating quickly like a hummingbird and you're reassured that you’re not the only nervous one.

His other hand is nestled in the negative space between your neck and shoulder and he has a gentle fistful of your hair in it, your soft hair grounds him as he moves it though his fingers, careful not to pull on your scalp. Your kisses are getting hotter and you eventually slide the very tip of your tongue between his lips. He gratefully reciprocates with his own warm muscle and slides a good amount of it past your teeth. It's really nice, your tongues are swirling around each other and exploring the taste of eachothers mouths. You straighten your legs out on the bed and he takes it as a sign to adjust himself over you. He lets go of the handful of your hair and brackets his arm around your head. The hand that was previously supporting him is now placed under your shirt at the small of your waist. He gently squeezes you there, trying to get a feel for your soft skin and the musculature underneath while his thumb separates from the rest of his hand and is angled towards your belly button softly stroking the skin over your obliques. Your left leg is unintentionally pinned beneath his thighs, but your right one is free. You again bend it at the knee and use it to pull him closer. You both feel dreamy together, his hair has fallen around you and created a dark curtain around your faces, blocking out most of your room's light.

“You're a good kisser” he confesses in the chamber of his hair, intimately and softly he says it; he's never been vulnerable like this for a girl before.

“Thanks, you too” you respond awkwardly at his compliment. But his hazy mind only picks up on the fact that he's making you feel good.

You resume your depraved kissing and remove one of your hands from being perched on his broad shoulders to his waist. You too, take the time to massage and examine the flesh that is breached under your hand.

You continue on like that for a while before he decides to be really brave and slowly, gently, graze his denim-clad hard-on down the seam of your pants. He's in awe of how warm your core is and how good it feels to rub his most intimate parts against yours, you both amateurly moan at the friction he's created, relieving some of the boiling hot pressure between your respective legs. Your cheeks are warmed by your rapid blood flow, and the clutch between your legs feels liquid hot. You really feel the wetness in your panties as he cautiously drags his boner up the seam of your jeans for a second time. You're positive you've soaked through them but you don’t seem to care as you lift your hips to come meet the hard bulge in his jeans for a third time. You continue to gyrate your hips into each other. This novice bunny humping feels so good to you both and you continue to breathlessly whimper and moan into the protection of each other's mouths. 

Eddie’s fairly certain he's about 2 minutes from blowing his load into his boxers. He’s not complaining exactly, because, god, it feels good to dry hump onto you like this. But, he doesn’t want to disappoint you with his lack of stamina or unintentionally end the moment early. He dumbly tries to distract himself from the boiling throb between his legs by gently snaking his hand up your shirt (because feeling your tit will for sureeee hold him off. He’s just about to make anticipated contact with the very bottom of your bra before your bedroom door slams open.

It’s Hopper. Because of course it's him. The chief scrunches his face into his shoulder and turns quickly. Both you and Eddie are so embarrassed to be caught like that you both freeze and separate your mouths with a final suctioned click. Eddie (wrongly) assumes that you’d (ever) want him off you and presses up off of you. Both his arms are straight now and his cock is now hovering above where he was just grinding on you. You sit up, too, and stare scaredly at the intruder. You bend both of your legs at the knee now, and shield Eddie’s bulge from the man as Eddie works to pull your tshirt back down. Hopper's hand blindly reaches back towards your door handle and continuously misses.

He tells you both “AH JESUS- I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING. I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING” its silent for a second before he says smally “dinner’s ready if you guys can come down… you guys do realize you can't do that while other people are in the house, right? Jesus. I did not want to have this conversation today,” he corrects himself “ever, actually. Just be down it ten. And USE PROTECTION” he warns (mostly Eddie) before finally getting a handle on the door and slamming it.

Neither of you were able to correct him that “ugh no dude, were werent actually fucking FYI”... that it was just a depraved and needy makeout secession. Eddie and you both awkwardly laugh at each other and you both take a second to cool yourselves down. He slams his back on the bed and lays down. You can tell he's pleading to any higher power to just have his boner go softly into that goodnight. You decide your sweet man needs space and kick your legs off the edge of the bed. You both take regulating deep breaths for a few moments before sliding off the bed and creeping downstairs together. The entire gang seems to sense something off with you two as you are both especially quiet and sweaty while you eat.

But this time? This time is gonna be different. He’s invited you to his place after work, he made sure to tell you that you'll be both home alone till 3AM because his uncle is on the night shift. You will make sure there are no interruptions in your activities as you’re desperate to touch his cock. You’ve done your research, you want to make him feel good. You've snuck tapes from the ADULTS ONLY section of Family Video as you restocked, and done everything you can to prepare for this moment, watching the moves of the porn girls and they perform effortless hand jobs and you’re wearing cute undies. It seems entry level enough, jacking a guy off, but you really want to make this good for him.

Work seems to go by especially slowly today despite how busy it is, and 9PM seems like it will never come. It always seems like that when you're especially tired or looking forward to something. The second the “OPEN” sign is switched off, you're clocked out and running out the door. Telling your coworkers and closest friends, Steve and Robin, that you have to study for a killer test, thankfully, they seem to believe it. You’re driving fast to his trailer. But, the second you pull into Forest Hills your heart starts beating out of your chest and you feel less confident. Second guessing yourself, your body, your abilities, even how much Eddie even likes you. But, you're already pulling up to his plot before you're able to let the anxiety fully consume you. You take a deep breath, brace yourself and make your way to the front door.

He wantonly kisses you hello after opening the door and the warm light of the kitchen highlights his shape. For the first hour, it’s innocent, you two only giggle with each other and make popcorn. Finally situating yourselves on the couch by the time 10 rolls around. He shoves the VHS into the TV and thuds into the couch next to you. He snuggles his arm around you and you fawn into his chest and shovel the buttered popcorn into your mouth as the opening credits start. He eventually tells you he's liking the film so far, but you realize that you haven’t been paying attention and you're already twenty minutes in. Your mind wanders to if he has any plans for you later.

It's impressive, honestly, that you've both made it a whopping half-hour into the movie before your wants take over. From under his armpit you look up at him with your best bedroom eyes (if you practiced them in the mirror beforehand, is between you and god). You twist yourself up to face him, both of your knees touching the back couch cushions and your feet are pointed out. You lick your lips, but before you're able to lean in and kiss him, his mouth is already on yours. You immediately wrap wandering arms around each other and kiss feverishly. 

This time he's the first one to put his tongue into your mouth, it feels good, heavenly, even, to have him inside you like this. You can taste his recently brushed teeth and butter as it swirls around your mouth. You're both already whining by the time you straddle his lap. Your practically touching tonsils by the time he eventually uses his strength to twist you both on the couch and ease you onto your back. He’s laying above you once again, but this time there's nobody down the hall. Just him and you (and Splash). He leans down over you slowly and one again pushes his bulge against the cleft of your pussy. He goes again and you both moan as his unpracticed thrusts. 

He separates from you, barely an inch and asks you “can I take your shirt off? Please?”. You nod your head and grab the hemline of it. You ease it over your head, both tempting him expertly and delaying feeling so naked in front of him. It’s not like you don’t want him to see you naked, you want to see him naked, too. You're for the first time it’s pretty scary. He makes you feel safe, though. Held and warm, pushed into his worn couch. You throw your top onto his coffee table and allow him to take a look. He has to actively stop himself from drooling over your bra covered breasts. He’s just looking for a while, and you start to get nervous.

You interrupt his stare “is, um everything okay? Like I'm normal right?”. He looks up at you and nods.

He confesses “holy shit yeah this is actually awesome”. You warmly smile at the boyishly sweet comment and pry one of his hands off your waist. You place it on your breast and shyly nod, urging him on, telling him it's okay, I want you to touch me. He gently cups your tit and massages the flesh through the fabric of your bra. He moves his hand to the other one and gropes you there, too. More confident now that you grind yourself up into him as he touches you.

You push your chest up into him and tease “your turn”. He sits up and obediently slides his shirt off. You run your hand down the milky skin of his pec and toned stomach, you use your finger to trace the silhouettes of his chest tattoos. You glide your finger through his adonis belt before running your hand back over his soft and taught flesh. “Im likin’ what im seein’” you good-heartedly joke. He blows air out his nose and crashes back down onto you. You contine grinding and tongue-fucking eachothers mouthes, taking the time to feel your naked abdomens rub, before you breathlessly tell him to take off his pants.

What follows is a frenzy of stripping, both of you standing up from the couch and wrestling with belts, button flies and socks until you're both scantily clad in nothing but your underwear. You both finish undressing simultaneously and turn towards each other. You feel comfortable with Eddie, but definitely very exposed, you assume he feels the same way too. You each scan each other's bodies. You eye the prominent tent in the front of his blue gingham boxers and defined line of hair that leads from his belly button to under his waistband. You eventually get to his dark eyes, his pupils seem to be dilated, deep brown eyes turned near black with want. You see him scanning your body, too. Taking his time before complimenting you. “Baby, wow. Your body is perfect like, idk, like a pornstar. But better, even”. You blush and return the favor. Your horniness goes straight to your head and you cut to the chase. “You’re sexy, Eddie.” Your bluntness could actually be comical if you guys weren’t so thirsty for each other.

He pounces on you, again stroking his hands over your exposed skin, groping your ass and unconsciously pushing his hard cock into your stomach. He lays you back down on the couch and you kiss for a while. Both of you easing into the idea of how bare you each were. Eventually he rises above you again. He asks “can I?” and plucks at your bra strap. You tell him yes and he pulls both straps down your arms in tandem. Revealing your perked nipples to him. “... You’re beautiful, thank you” he says. You can't help but softly giggle at him for thanking you for letting him pull your tits out. But when he goes back to kneading your mounds of flesh between his hands you forget about anything funny. He's mouthing at your neck, collarbones and sternum before he lathes your tit in his mouth. Licking the revealed expanse of skin and sucking into the soft flesh, biting at your nipple. He provides the care to your other breast too, and uses his hand to grope at the one that is free from his suckling. “Feels good Eddie” you reassure him. He’s definitely liking this, too, pushing his throbbing cock into your thigh. And humping you like an animal. Eventually you work up enough courage and ask him for what you really want.

“Eddie?” you question, “can I uh- can I jack you off?”. His drooling mouth goes dry at that. God he wants you to, but he's never actually been touched like that before - he’s nervous but immediately responds. “God yes you can, you don’t even have to ask, baby”. You both sit up then, he tucks himself into the corner of the couch and welcomes you as you crawl over to him. Sitting with your knees jabbing into the side of his thigh. You confirm “you're sure you want me to, Eddie? It’s okay if you don’t want me to - I can stop”. “What no!” he assures you “I definitely want you to continue. I just ugh- i've never done this, " he gestures arm around his crotch and your naked body, “before, so i'm kinda nervous. I'm also totally gonna bust in like 30 seconds baby. I'm sorry but I just have to warn you-”. You kiss the nervous bumbles out of his mouth and fully unclip your own bra.

You admit to him “I’ve never done this either, so please tell me if you don't like it - or if I can do something better, okay?”. He nods again, though he thinks there's nothing you can do to him right now he wont like, and you meet him for a slow and warm kiss before you separate and get to work.

He admires your fully exposed tits as you slide your hand down his stomach. Your hands breach the elastic of his waistband and you two lock eyes once more, making sure you are both ready to commit. You peel the waistband from his hips and he lifts them from the couch. His boxers are just on his thighs now, fully revealing him to you. Your mouth is dry now, too, reveling in the look of him. From what you know, he's a little longer and thicker than average. You examine him in totality - the blushing dusky pink tip of his manhood leaking pre-cum and hairy patch at the base. He’s got some veins running down the sides of it that simply accentuate that fact that Eddies got a nice cock. Your eyes wander past the patch of his pubic hair and to his balls, they are unshockingly perfect, too.

“Eddie, it's big” you tell him, and he moans at that as his dick twitches with want.This is real, this is happening, you tell yourself as you kiss him once more for good luck before you get started.

You decide to go all in to start, wrapping your hand around the middle of his cock. You only grip him and he’s hissing and panting at the feeling of your hand. He’s already liking it, so you feel good enough to continue. Stroking your hand up and his entire abdomen flexes.

He nods and whines “feels good baby, feels really good”. You release him from your grip and swirl the palm of your hand around the head of his cock, collecting the precum that's been dripping out before you slide your hand down his entirety. He's clearly having a great time - hissing, and breathing deeply, moaning your name and lulling his head as you stroke him four more times solidly. You release him to spit on your own hand and he takes a deep breath, the separation of your pleasure how close you realize he is. “Baby, fuck-Y/N, im close, im close, im really close”. His cheeks are pinked and his eyebrows are pinched. He fills his cheeks with hair and blows it out before you kiss his bitten lips.

Though his vision is blurred, he makes eye contact with you. You candle his face in one hand and pause your stroking with the other, though you keep it on him. “Eddie, I want you to cum. It’s the point - I want you to”. Again, he shakily nods and licks his lips. 

You confidently return your hand and jack him off now, he's looking from the ceiling, to your bouncing tits, to your hand sliding down him as he tries to delay his orgasm. But, it's futile. With pathetic “ugh ugh ughs” he's cumming all over your hand and wrist. He's lost in the aftershocks of his orgasm and you kiss him again. His head is fully relaxed and he uses all his strength to kiss you back. You gently release his softening cock and you blush look at his release, splashed all over your hand. Eddie looses his mind and you lick his cum off your hand. Fuck - he could get hard at that alone.

You're back to kissing now, you cradle his face, snaking your fingers over the expanse of his flushed body. You tell him to lift his hips and you place his boxers back on his hips, (unfortunately) hiding his ruddy cock from you, again.

 He looks at you with big, wet eyes, you notice the tears glossing just under his bottom lashes, “baby, want me to do you now? Gimme five minutes and I’ve got you - I swear”. You kiss him again, grateful that your boyfriend cares so much about your own pleasure.

 You just set your sticky palm on his haunting chest tattoo and promise him, “next time, cowboy, I want you to - but tonight, just enjoy this” you cartoonishly wink at him and he nods dutifully. He’s tired and fucked out as you both snuggle under a well-loved quilt. Both excited for what next time may bring.

[solarmorrigan]

[cw: weight loss, body image issues/body dysmorphia]

Consider: Steve whose migraines become unmanageable for a while, or who falls into a harsh depressive episode after everything with Vecna, or who experiences reduced mobility or chronic pain due to the many varied injuries he's picked up over the years, or any combination of the above

Steve who loses his appetite and who isn't able to keep up with the workout routine he used to have and who loses weight and loses muscle mass and fucking hates it

He's always been on the lean side, but he hasn't been skinny since probably eighth grade, when he was still gawky and growing into his frame. But this is different; this isn't awkward adolescence, something he'll grow out of, this is the sight of his ribs through his skin and his hipbones jutting out and his wrists getting too skinny for his watch. This is feeling cold all the time and struggling to lift things he used to be able to pick up without much trouble

(It's fear, too. Not just a fear that he'll never get back to where he used to be, but fear that something will happen and he'll be too weak to stop it. Too weak to help. Too weak to protect anyone the way he should)

There are days he can't quite stand looking at himself; can't stand the sight of baggy clothes that used to fit perfectly, can't stand looking at tired eyes staring out of the sharpened angles of his face. He feels insubstantial this way. Like anyone could look right past him - right through him

Eddie never does, though. He never treats Steve differently, except to worry about his health - but never what he looks like. He hugs Steve as tightly as before, kisses him just as hard as before, whistles at him when he catches Steve in the middle of dressing, just like before. Like he isn't disappointed that Steve doesn't look good anymore, like he isn't even bothered

He'll hold Steve, and pull him close on bad days, and he'll let Steve be upset, but he'll never stand for Steve speaking badly about himself. He'll always push back, sometimes gently, sometimes loudly, always reminding Steve that he loves him, and what he looks like is a part of that. Reminding him that Eddie loves it all

"But you can gain it back, if you want to. When you're doing better," Eddie tells him

"What if I'm never doing better? What if I can never get back to where I was?" Steve demands. "What if this is just my body now?"

"Then it is." Eddie kisses his shoulder, his neck, his cheek. "Then I'll help you learn how to love it as much as you did before. As much as I still do."

And he says it so openly, so honestly, that even on bad days, Steve thinks that maybe - maybe he could be okay

[natimiles]

Spoiling a Fishie (Rafayel x reader)

Words: 2324

Tags: sfw; fluffy; romance; established relationship; pet names everywhere; lots of kisses because he deserves them all; taking a bath together but nothing sexual.

Celebrating Rafayel’s Birthday: Happy Birthday, my lovely fishie!

“Okay, promise me you’re not seeing anything?” you ask, waving your hand in front of his face.

“I promise, cutie,” Rafayel replies, his voice tinged with anxiety from the whole situation. “Can we go in now?”

He’s been a nervous wreck ever since you told him you wanted to surprise him for his birthday. It took you a while to convince him to let you do something. Honestly, it took hours, but eventually, he gave in and agreed not to pry or guess what you were planning, waiting patiently like a good boy.

And he kept his part of the deal. At least until this morning, when you ordered him to leave his house and go for a walk on the beach while you set up your surprises. The dramatic sigh, his hands on his hips, and the indignant look he gave you didn’t stop you. You basically pushed him out while he whined about how rude and mean you were for kicking him out of his own house on his birthday.

Now, with the place all set and everything in place, you made him put on a blindfold, as if he weren’t anxious enough already.

“Ummm… Let me just—”

“Cutieeee!” He cuts you off, jutting his lip out in a cute pout. You can’t hold back and give him a little peck, making him pout even more and his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. “You’re so unfair.”

“Sorry not sorry,” you giggle. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing you. We can go in now.”

Holding his arm, you help Rafayel walk inside. You position him where you need him, giving the room one last glance before removing his blindfold. Your boyfriend blinks a few times, adjusting to the light again. You’re the first thing he sees, right in front of him, smiling beautifully from ear to ear. He smiles back, his dual-colored eyes lifting so he can take in your long-awaited surprise.

A path of pink rose petals forms where he’s standing, guiding the way toward the hallway that leads to his bedroom. He turns to you, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” You roll your eyes. “I guess… Well, you’ll see soon.”

“If my cutie says so…” he smirks, starting to walk down the path.

When he gets close to the hallway, he notices there are more things on the walls than usual. He stops in his tracks when he realizes what they are... Pictures of you and him adorn the space, along with little notes filled with ‘I love you’ and ‘Happy Birthday’ decorated with hearts and little fishies. He reaches out to gently touch the photos, vividly remembering when each one of them was taken. The first date, the time he invited you to watch the sunset because he wanted inspiration and knew the perfect spot to admire the view, the first picnic, the first trip together, your birthday from the previous year, his birthday from the previous year… so many memories and special moments shared with you, now beautifully placed in front of him to admire.

He knows he’s never taking them down; they’re part of his home now and will stay there forever.

His eyes shine as he turns to you, suddenly hugging you and catching you slightly off guard. “Thank you,” Rafayel says softly, his voice a bit hoarse as he nuzzles his face deeper into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath to inhale as much of your soothing scent as he can.

You smile, hugging him back and running your hand across his back. “You’re welcome, my love. But we haven’t even started yet,” you say, and he perks up instantly, looking into your eyes.

You chuckle and turn in his embrace to walk toward the bedroom, with him still attached to you. There are petals all over the floor and some on his bed. His bathroom door is open, and he can feel the damp air coming from inside. You keep guiding him there, where you’ve prepared a bath, with bath salts and more petals.

“I mourn all those flowers you killed,” he teases you, his voice low in your ear.

“It was for a good cause,” you wave your hand dismissively. “Now, are you ready to be pampered?”

You turn around to face him again, a smile on your face, and he stares at you for a moment before nodding slowly. Your smile widens as you reach for his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. Your tongues intertwine briefly until you pull away to observe your boyfriend more closely. The way he’s blushing a beautiful pink, as usual; his hands holding your waist firmly; his blue-pink eyes watching your every move intently as your fingers slowly slide down to the first button of his shirt, making their way down.

He murmurs your name, one hand tentatively going to help you take off your clothes, but you gently slap it away, pulling a pout from him.

“Meanie,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Well, today is all about you. You’ll have to stay put and accept it all.”

You continue helping him undress, his shirt soon hitting the floor. His belt is the next thing to be undone and discarded, followed by his pants and underwear. You catch his hand and guide him to the water, checking the temperature with your hand. It’s not as hot as when you first started preparing everything, but again, he prefers it that way. Rafayel climbs in and watches intently as you undress to join him.

“I thought this was about me,” he smirks when you put one foot inside the bath.

You pause, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “I can pamper you from outside, if that’s what you want.”

“That’s not what I said at all.” His brow furrows, and he reaches out his hand to help you finish stepping into the bath.

You chuckle and accept it, moving behind him, your thighs hugging his body. His hand automatically goes to your knees, caressing your skin as he turns his body slightly to look back at you over his shoulder, but you turn his face to face forward again. “Now be a good boy and relax, or I won’t be able to do it.”

His ears turn a lovely, soft pink, and he just nods curtly. You bite back a laugh, wanting so much to tease him about it but deciding now isn’t the time to do it even if you want to see him blush even harder.

A comfortable silence settles as you pour the liquid soap into your palm and begin lathering your boyfriend. Your hands travel along his smooth skin, and he sighs in contentment. They go to his shoulders and slide down his chest and the front of his body first, and he leans back to help you reach it better. Then, you go back up to his shoulders and slide down to his back, making him lean forward as you apply a little pressure, giving him a massage from his shoulder blades to his lower back. Your fingertips press on the knots, moving in circles, going up and down, and you can visibly see his body relaxing and melting under your touch, bringing a smile to your face. When you move up to the nape of his neck, his head falls forward to give you better access, and you give it the same treatment, finishing with a little peck where his neck meets his shoulder.

You then wet his hair the best you can with your hands and reach for the bottle of shampoo to wash it. Your fingers glide through his lavender locks, carefully untangling any knots so you don’t accidentally pull his hair and end up with a whiny fishie complaining about it for the rest of the day. Your fingertips gently scratch his scalp, and he almost purrs, leaning back into your embrace with every passing second.

“Someone is relaxed,” you murmur with a soft laugh, your hands leaving his hair to slide down his arms as he falls back and rests his head on your shoulder.

He hums, a cheeky smile on his face. “Just following some orders from my beloved.”

“As you should. Now give me your hand.”

You bring his hand to your lips for a soft peck and then start massaging, squeezing the palm and sliding to each of his fingers. Rafayel watches, entranced by your every move, the sensation of your touch against him, the feel of you caring this much about him. When you finish with another kiss on his palm, he can barely wait for you to lower his hand so he can raise the other one to receive the same treatment. His eyelids are starting to grow heavy, and he has to make an effort to keep them open, but he doesn’t want to miss a single second of this moment.

When you give his other hand the final peck, he looks up at you from beneath his lashes, waiting for your next move. You smile at him and kiss his forehead, your voice low as you speak. “I’d like to rinse you off now.”

He nods once, sitting back up so you can reach for the shower wand and do what you need to. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back so you can rinse his hair, your fingers once again delicately brushing through the strands.

The water is colder now, and even though he likes it this way, he knows it’s not the best for you to enjoy it too. So, when you finish rinsing his hair and body, he stands up and steps out of the tub. You glance at him for a second, but you know him well enough to understand why he left so soon. You stand up as well, quickly washing yourself before stepping out of the tub with him. You both dry off and put on the matching robes he bought a while ago, heading to the bedroom.

“Go sit there.” You point at his bed with your chin as you grab a towel and the blow dryer.

Rafayel doesn’t even think about disobeying you at this point; he’s loving this way more than he thought he would. There’s something truly special about being treated like this, and he finally gets a glimpse of how you usually feel when he’s the one in pampering mode.

He sits in the middle of the bed, and you adjust yourself behind him. You dry his hair with the towel first to remove the excess water, then use the blow dryer, using your fingers as a hairbrush so his strands don’t end up too messy. Again, he has to fight the urge to close his eyes and doze off. Your presence is soothing enough, but your touch and the soft humming are almost lulling him to sleep.

When you finish, Rafayel thinks you’re done with your surprises for the day and is ready to fall on the bed with you for some cuddles. However, you get up and extend your hand to him. He looks at your hand, then up at your face, blinking cutely in a confused way that makes you want to bite his cheeks.

“Come on, honey.”

“You’re going to spoil me like this,” he grins in an almost sheepish way, but you can see how much he’s enjoying it.

“Maybe that’s my goal,” you return the smile. “Now, come on already.”

He laughs through his nose and intertwines his fingers with yours. You help him get up from the bed and guide him out of his bedroom.

You go back to the living room and step out onto the balcony. Only then does he notice the table you’ve set up. A beautiful vase with flowers sits at the center, and from the way you’ve arranged everything, he can tell you’ve cooked the meal for you two as well.

Truly, you’re making him feel so spoiled.

And just when he thinks you can’t surprise him anymore and that this is the last thing that will make his heart skip a beat and his whole being melt for you…

You walk to the other side of the table and bend down to grab something hidden on one of the chairs. A bouquet of flame lilies emerges — pink and vibrant, like the man in front of you. You extend it to him, your smile widening as his cheeks flush when he accepts the gift. He wonders if you know what this means, but one look at your face is enough to answer his question: you do.

“Passion, love, and pride…” you say, as if reading his mind. “That’s what they symbolize, and it’s how I feel about you. It’s you, and it’s your color.” Your hand reaches out, gently pulling one of his from the bouquet and bringing it to your face. You kiss his palm before resting it against your cheek, nuzzling into it. “Everything you do is full of passion. And I’m always proud of you, of everything you are and do. And I’m happy to be able to celebrate you, and with you, again.”

“Cutie…” Rafayel calls you but stops, pursing his lips into a thin line. His beautiful eyes shimmer and glisten, and he never thought he’d feel this much happiness again, but here you are, looking at him with the most lovestruck gaze as he looks back at you in what he’s sure is the same way.

He reaches for you, hugging you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck. The bouquet is still in his hand, and it tickles your back as he wraps his arms around you, but you don’t even think about moving or saying anything. You just hug him back as tightly as you can.

“I love you, Rafayel,” you whisper near his ear. “Happy birthday.”

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i would love a fic about dad!matt and his two year old daughter where the triplets are streaming and matt’s daughter walks in past her bed time asking to “cuddle with daddy” so she sits on his lap and falls asleep there

cuteeee!

“Cuddle with Daddy”

Sturniolos x matt’s daughter

Matt had planned for a chill night—just streaming with Nick and Chris, cracking jokes, and hanging out with fans. His two-year-old daughter, Y/N, had been tucked into bed hours ago, snug in her favorite pajamas, hugging her stuffed bunny. He’d even checked on her before starting the stream, making sure she was out cold.

Or so he thought.

They were mid-game, locked into an intense match, when the door to Matt’s room creaked open.

At first, Matt didn’t notice, too focused on the screen, but Nick’s amused expression caught his attention.

“Uh, Matt?” Nick smirked, nodding toward the doorway.

Matt turned his head—and there she was.

Y/N stood there in her tiny pajamas, rubbing one sleepy eye with her fist, her bunny clutched in the other. Her curls were messy from sleep, and her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“Dada…” she mumbled, her voice small and tired.

Chris grinned. “Yo, chat, we have a visitor.”

Matt muted his mic, smiling softly. “Baby, what are you doing up?”

She took a wobbly step forward, her bunny dragging along the floor. “Wan’ cuddle with Daddy…”

Nick let out a quiet “Aww,” while the chat exploded with messages:

“MY HEART.”

“CUDDLE HER NOW OR ELSE.”

“SHE’S SO TINY OMG.”

Matt reached his arms out, and she wasted no time toddling over, letting him lift her onto his lap. She immediately nuzzled into his chest, her tiny fingers gripping his hoodie.

“Okay, okay,” Matt whispered, stroking her back. “You tired, baby?”

She hummed sleepily, her head resting against his shoulder. “Mhm…”

Chris and Nick watched with grins, their game long forgotten.

“She’s literally the cutest kid alive,” Nick said, shaking his head.

Chris turned to the chat. “Y’all, should we kick Matt off so he can just be a dad right now?”

The chat went crazy again:

“YES, LET HIM GO.”

“MATT NEEDS TO LOG OFF AND SNUGGLE HIS BABY.”

“PROTECT THIS CHILD AT ALL COSTS.”

Matt chuckled, glancing down at his daughter, who had already started dozing off in his arms.

“You guys are acting like I don’t do this every night,” he whispered, rubbing her back gently. “She’s a cuddle monster.”

Nick grinned. “Bro, you’re literally a dad first and a streamer second.”

Chris nodded. “And we respect it.”

Matt smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “Alright, chat, I’m logging off. Duty calls.”

The chat filled with heart emojis as Matt carefully stood up, cradling his daughter.

“Night, guys,” he whispered, before ending the stream and carrying his little girl back to bed—where, without a doubt, she would get all the cuddles she wanted.

[spatialwave]

"all mine."

pairing: lee russell x fem!reader word count: 2.5k summary: as the youngest teacher on staff, you enjoy taking your peers out for a night of dancing, drinking and gossiping. lee russell was one of the few who joined, the married man you’d fallen hopelessly in love with. warnings/tags: mdni! smut, affair/cheating, dirty dancing, oral (m-receiving), verbal degradation, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, i feel like i made lee a little ooc so forgive me!

“oh, come on, lee,” your voice was soft and gentle, humming sweetly like a songbird, “it’s friday night, and you’d rather go home? really?”

hazel eyes settled on you as you shared a table in the staff room. it was sixth period and you had a planning period. you may have been the youngest member of staff, but you were the most organized, meaning you could waste the hour away with your favourite person at north jackson high.

vice principal lee russell.

your bottom lip was jutted out in a pout as he stared at you with his chin in both hands. he kept a straight face for a few moments until he scoffed and waved you away, “don’t give me that fuckin’ look, you’re too good at guiltin’ people into doin’ shit. you’re a bad influence.”

you gasped, sitting up straight, “that’s rich coming from you. i recall you asking me to help you dig dirt on gamby when he was pissing you off last year, and i followed him around for an entire saturday like some serial-killer stalker. a saturday when i was supposed to hang with my girlfriends, mind you, so don’t get all grouchy with me about being a bad influence.”

he pursed his lips and his gaze flickered between your eyes, “fine, if you must know, i’m starting to feel old as shit, okay? everytime we go out i end up at home at four in the goddamn morning with a migraine and the luxury of a two-day fuckin’ hangover” lee admitted, “it’s a real pain in the ass, you know. if it isn’t for you pukin’ your guts out and needin’ help home every weekend, i’d be back home in the comfort of my own bed at a normal fuckin’ time.”

you lips curved into a small smile as you listened to the man whine and complain, “not my fault that someone buys me shots all night.”

“and that was the last time because i learned my fuckin’ lesson. you can’t handle your alcohol,” he pointed a finger at you, lips lifting at the corners to match your sweet, little smile.

lee russell was smitten with you, and it was a slippery slope that he’d been sliding down. he was a married man, after all, but the marriage came with its own complications.

“great talk. i’ll see you tonight, lee.” you winked at him, taking your coffee, and giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you walked past him. lee’s eyes stayed on your body, watching your hips sway with each movement.

you had him wrapped around your finger, and he fucking hated it.

loud music and flashing lights filled your senses as you sipped on your vodka soda, waiting for your peers to arrive as time ticked away. amanda, bill and jen were always ready to crush back shots and forget about the bullshit week of classes with you, but even they were late.

you checked your cellphone as you leaned up against the bar, seeing if you had any missed messages from your colleagues. nothing.

you downed the rest of your drink and made a stop in the washroom to touch up your makeup and adjust your outfit—something special you wore in hopes to impress lee. a short, black skirt that hugged your curves and a black halter top held with thin straps that did little to cover your skin.

staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt a mix of emotions, mostly disgust and embarrassment. lee was married, and here you were hurting your feet with four-inch heels and wearing an uncomfortable skirt in hopes that he’d see you and want to ravage you.

all for him to not even show up.

you swallowed your pride. maybe you would forget about the married man if you met someone nice on the dancefloor. someone single and your age.

your heels clicked against the tiled floor as you left the bathroom, eyes flickering around the busy club when your gaze settled on the man you’d fallen madly in love with. he was at the bar with two shots in front of him, hazel eyes eagerly searching for you. you stayed in the shadows a bit longer, your heart rate skyrocketing as you watched him standing there in his dark grey suit with red-patterned button down peeking from underneath.

he was such a dork—a nicely dressed dork.

those eyes you loved flickered in your direction, and your stomach filled with butterflies when his lips pulled into a toothy grin. he hadn’t even needed to beckon you, your legs working beyond your brain as you sauntered to his side.

“lee,” you beamed, wrapping your arms around your friend and giving him a quick hug, smelling the expensive, intoxicating cologne, “you’re the only one who showed,” your breath tickled his ear as you spoke, pulling back with a coy smile in your lips. you were quick to notice the way he looked you up and down, settling on your revealed skin until he met your eyes.

“really? no one else came?” he was shocked as he spoke, “well, those assholes are missing out,” he slid one of the tequila shots over to you, “because tonight is the fucking night we party our goddamn brains out. we’re not goin’ home until the sun is risin’, baby, i promise you that.”

the casual pet name sent a shiver up your spine, “what happened to being too old?” you asked with a smirk.

“a moment of weakness,” lee replied, “i’m lee fuckin’ russell, i’m fuckin’ invincible. i wanna’ get goddamn wasted!”

the tequila was warm down your throat, but you cringed at the taste. your work companion cheered, inhaling through his teeth sharply, “shit, that’s good,” he breathed, waving for the bartender to bring another round as he laid out cash on the counter to pay.

the second one went down smoother than the first, a lazy grin smeared along your lips as you focused your attention back on lee. he was already staring at you, smirking.

“why are you looking at me like a piece of meat?” you teased, licking your lips, and smoothing down the front of his suit with a delicate hand. your nails were painted a deep shade of red that matched his shirt.

“i’m allowed to admire a pretty woman,” he replied oh-so confidently, and you knew that he had showed up to the club with a few drinks already in his system, “did you dress up for me?”

this was the side of lee russell you always enjoyed seeing. the side that focused his attention solely on you, and made you feel wanted.

“you’re so full of yourself,” you laughed, cheeks warm, “i may have kept you in mind when i was getting ready.”

“i can tell,” he cocked his head to the side, unashamed in the way he reached forward and brushed your hair behind your ear. this was wrong on so many levels, but the thrill was a high that you chased, and you dared not to think about the consequences.

with the alcohol coursing through your body and the loud, bass-heavy music guiding your thoughts to the filthiest parts of your mind, you snagged lee’s hand in your own and laced your fingers together. lee russell was in a trance as he watched you lead him where the crowd of clubbers danced together—bodies grinding and arms strung around necks.

you glanced over your shoulder at him, the hunger in his eyes easy to spon even under the unpredictable lighting.

you were about to spin around and face the man, but you were surprised when his free hand landed on your hip, squeezing over the fabric of your skirt. his chest pushed flush against your back, lips tickling against your ear and causing a shudder to escape your lips.

it had been a long time since you danced like this with anyone, most nights you’d jump around the dancefloor with amanda and jen, sharing drunken laughs as lee watched you from afar. this was better.

his hips moved effortlessly with the music, yours moving in tandem as your ass bumped and swayed against the growing hard-on underneath his suit pants. your arms lifted above your head, his hands sliding up and down your sides, feeling over the bare skin revealed by your skimpy outfit.

you looked around the club, blinking and unable to focus on anything with the bright flashes of neon lights and tens of couples in the same situation as yourself. the alcohol had skewed your vision and all you could focus on was how wet you were between your legs, and the feeling of lee’s fingers caressing your exposed skin

“lee,” you breathed his name out as your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder, able to brush your lips against his jaw while hands tightened over your hips, “this is… wrong,” you could hardly speak.

your morals were showing, but you hadn’t the willpower to stop.

“it’s okay,” he hushed, head tilting enough that his lips barely brushed against yours, and it was then the alcohol seemed to hit you all at once.

you were quick to turn around in his arms, wrapping them around his neck and forcing your lips together in a kiss that had been dangling between you two for months. he licked into your mouth, parting your lips until he could slide his tongue against yours, fighting for dominance that wasn’t hard to win and leaving you wanting more.

everything happened fast.

one moment you two were tongue-fucking each other on the dancefloor, the next you were hidden away in the washroom on your knees with lee’s hands in your hair. his length was pushed deep in your throat as you sucked him off, addicted to the way his face twisted in pleasure as your tongue glided along the underside of his cock.

the music was muffled, but the washroom was loud with the sounds of girls chatting and laughing. doing coke together in the stalls, pouring alcohol out from the flasks they snuck in, and making so much noise that you weren’t worried when lee would choke out a moan or gasp your name.

your hands pressed against the front of his thighs as you bobbed your head, lips perfectly wrapped around him as his cock twitched in your mouth.

“get up,” he moaned shakily, taking your hair in his hands and yanking you from his cock. lips parted from it with a soft ‘pop’ and lee wanted so badly to keep going until your makeup was streaming down your cheeks, but he needed you, “i want to fuck you, baby,” he murmured, staring down at your eager, young face, “you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“mhm,” you whimpered as you stood, and he pinned you against the door of the stall, “it’s our secret, just ours. i promise—”

he shut you up with his lips, a hand reaching down, so his fingers could push past your panties and waste no time in making you squirm and moan. two fingers plunged inside your cunt, and he smiled against your lips, “you’re so easy, aren’t you?”

the degradation wasn’t surprising, and you welcomed it wholly.

“bet you’ll take my cock so fuckin’ easy too, won’t you, baby?” he breathed heavy against your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses against your skin as his fingers stretched you just right, “do you want it? tell me how bad you want my cock and i’ll think about giving it to you.”

“lee,” you squirmed, hips twitching as you tried to stay upright with your legs spread for him, “i want it bad, really fucking bad. please, i need it.”

that’s all it took for lee’s impatience to get the best of him. he hooked one of your legs around his hips and replaced his fingers with his cock, slow as he filled you and pulling back to watch your pretty mouth go slack as your cunt ached around him.

“i’m not on the pill,” you were quick to whisper in his ear, your hips shaking as he started rocking his. you buried your face against his neck, scared to scream his name and let everyone in the bathroom know what you were doing.

“fuck,” he groaned into your ear, one hand on your thigh wrapped around him, the other against the metal stall door next to your head while yours tugged on his hair for dear life, “it’s okay, we’ll be okay. just—fuck,” he couldn’t finish his scrambled thoughts, his mind going blank as he fucked you slow and steady, “just shut up and take it.”

you listened obediently like you always had with him, your head falling back against the door as he fucked you, surprisingly tender in his movements. his hips rocked against yours slowly, stretching deep into your heat and leaving you a pathetic mess that could hardly stand on one foot.

“you’re so tight,” lee grunted, biting underneath your ear hard enough to leave a mark, “and you’re all mine, all fucking mine.”

you pressed a hand to your lips, shutting yourself up as lee’s movements quickened. the stall door started squeaking with each forward kick of his hips, and neither of you cared at this point. all you could do was take it like he told you, legs parted and cunt squeezing around his cock until he came, filling you like he dreamed about doing every night.

the following monday had rolled by too quickly for your liking. you’d spent most of your sunday alone in your apartment, recovering from your night out and wallowing in the guilt that came with being lee’s mistress of the night. he’d gone home before sunrise, dropping you off at home in your shared taxi and sending you off with a kiss that had you feeling all kinds of confused.

your stomach twisted as you thought about seeing him today.

the morning bell hadn’t rung yet, and you were lounging in the staff room with a coffee in your hands and listening to the chatter of teachers having their last few moments of freedom.

“bummer that you had to cancel saturday night,” amanda’s voice caught your attention as she walked into the staff room, “but i hope you’re feeling better. there is nothing worse than wasting your weekends being sick.”

you perked up, confusion on your face as she poured her coffee.

“after lee let us all know you weren’t feeling good on friday he planned for us to go to this new bar on the other side of town. it was actually really fun, but can you believe this?” she peered over her shoulder to look at you, “he didn’t even show up.”