#They still should be eyelashes btw

[paintedplum7]

This was going to be something completely different

[sanaexus]

social's as chigiri's girlfriend

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yourusername: he lets me touch his hair i win losers

tagged: chigi.who

kuniisuke: yeah but i'm the one who he kicks balls with ↳hiyori: MATE. NO. ↳yourusername: yeah and i'm the one playing with his balls ↳karasu_tabito: okay what the fuck ↳chigi.who: not true please don't trust her ↳eita.otoya: you sure ab that princess? ↳yourusername: ew don't you have enough bitches already?

nikkoki: he looks so tired of you in the second picture ↳yourusername: YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM WHAT ↳nikkoki: exactly. his annoyance radiates off the picture ↳yourusername: go back to crying like a lil wuss or something

user1: i love your eyelashes ↳yourusername: i love you ↳chigi.who: no you don't ↳yourusername: i'm a free independent woman with my own free will ↳chigi.who: icecream if you shut up ↳yourusername: ok ↳karasu_tabito: so you just buy her silence? ↳chigi.who: yes ↳yourusername: HE LETS ME TOUCH HIS HAIR TOO SO HONESTLY I'M WINNING ↳karasu_tabito: valid

kenyu.yukimiya: what the fuck is he doing in the first picture? ↳chigi.who: can't you see? ↳chigi.who: oh wait no nevermind he actually can't ↳yourusername: THAT'S SO RUDE?? SAY SORRY ↳chigi.who: i'm sorry that you're blind as a bat i guess ↳kenyu.yukimiya: fuck you

mikka.kaiser: why is everyone fucking everyone in this comment section ↳alexis.ness: could be us? ↳isaichii: no one's fucking

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yourusername: in a world full of boys he's a gentleman (the last image is me n him)

tagged: chigi.who

chigi.who: no that is not us what the fuck. ↳yourusername: aww hyo don't be shy ↳chigi.who: you like playing w my hair right? ↳yourusername: no i'm sorry+ i love you+ don't remove my hair touching privilege + i'm js a girl + don't be a hater

megubachi: the last image is canon (i was the chair) ↳yourusername: my real one fr ↳isaichii: bavjura i didrn except tjis frmo yoi ↳rin.itoshi: what ↳yourusername: "bachira i didn't expect this from you" ↳megubachi: you're still my number one ↳isaichii: sorry guys kaiser was chasing me around like a mad maniac ↳mikka.kaiser: come to papa ↳reo.miikage: what the fuck

nikkoki: was the last picture really necessary? ↳yourusername: are you really necessary ↳isaichii: throwback to the time when someone asked chigiri if his haircare was necessary and without any hesitation he went "are you really necessary" ↳shiidoryu: dk ab that but i can throw a back ↳chigi.who: did it once and i'll do it again

user2: you should date me instead i'll let you touch my hair ↳yourusername: oh emm gee let's go on a date to the park and we'll terrorize kids tgt !! ↳user2: ofc bae ↳chigi.who: i am that kid because what the fuck . ↳yourusername: 🙁 ↳chigi.who: ew ↳yourusername: BEO YOU BETTER FUCKING SLEEP WITH A EYE OPEB I'M GONNA FUCKING CHOP OFF YOU'RE HAIR STEAL YOUR SISTER AND THAN LIKE DRAW IN YOUR FACE ↳mikka.kaiser: bro* an* open* your* then* on* ↳shiidoryu: SHUT UP CAN YOU NOT ENJOY THE DRAMA W/O BEING AN GEEK FOR 2 MINUTES ↳alexis.ness: it's a geek and don't talk to kaiser like that you good for nothing zesty butt loving horny demon ↳itoshi_sae: please help he keeps touching my butt ↳shiidoryu: you're into that bae 😘

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chigi.who: i actually act like a normal boyfriend

tagged: yourusername

julian.loki: just how broad is normal in this situation? ↳yourusername: broader than yo mom ↳julian.loki: .. ↳julian.loki: ok i kinda maybe sorta might have laughed ↳yourusername: normal can mean pushing me off a swing or fighting w a 7 year old who was rude to me btw ↳oliver.aiku: bro got bullied by a 7 year old ↳yourusername: you got cooked by a guy who does puzzles btw ↳oliver.aiku: bye

yourusername: i'm spiderman (REAL NOT CLICKBAIT 3AM CHALLENGE GONE WRONG 🙀🙀😱😱💯💯) ↳rin.itoshi: weren't you batman? ↳yourusername: shhhh that's a secret ↳megubachi: I'M BATMAN??? ↳yourusername: no but you can be hello kitty ↳megubachi: deal

nagi.seishiro: how much we betting y/n fell of the roof on her ass ↳yourusername: RUDE !! I HOPE CHOKI DIES ↳nagi.seishiro: not cool dude :x ↳chigi.who: she did in fact actually fall on her ass ↳yourusername: ihy ↳chigi.who: not what you were saying last night ↳yourusername: I'M STILL A MINORR ↳eita.otoya: TRYNA STRIKE A CORD AND IT'S PROLLY A MINORRR ↳mikka.kaiser: drake fr got cooked ↳yourusername: so did you ↳karasu_tabito: drake x kaiser

yourusername: no but i fr love you ↳chigi.who: i know you do ↳yourusername: WOULD IT KILL TO TELL ME YOU LOVE ME BACK?? ↳chigi.who: i'm js a girl ↳kuniisuke: I FUCKING CALLED IT HE WAS TOO 💅💅 TO BE A SWEATY MAN WHO KICKED BALLS ↳reo.miikage: what ↳megubachi: wajt ↳isaichii: huh ↳hiyori: the fuck ↳mikka.kaiser: why ↳alexis.ness: what ↳eita.otoya: 💀 ↳karasu_tabito: w h a t . ↳rin.itoshi: what the actual fuck ↳shiidoryu: I FUCKING KNOW RIGHT ↳itosh_sae: no ↳barou.shoei: get help and sleep because it's 2 fucking am ↳chigi.who: :p

chigi.who: you're pretty ↳yourusername: i know

wellll that was mid asf i don't know how to write chigiri exactly if you can see but it's fine

[pupyuj]

[cw: dubcon, exhibitionism methinks?, fingering, degradation, humiliation]

well hello! i’ve been gone a while, yes but FEAR NOT you will never get rid of me (unfortunately) 😈😈 have a mean girl wony (completely different from “magic words” wony btw!) drabble for an appetizer tee hee 😋

campus princess wony who never fucking batted an eyelash towards her suitors, even the decent ones, but could never get over how you of all things never once looked at her the way everybody does?? every time you walked past her in the hallways without sparing her ass a glance, she was seething 😭😭 but she would never—and i mean never—go out of her way to make you notice her, nope! she was going to make you obsessed with her in the most organic-but-a-bit-flawed way possible! and her best friend’s small slumber party was the best opportunity to do all that 😈

being invited by mutual friends, you showed up in the most loser fit ever that wony almost wondered why the fuck she was so interested until she watched the way you scrunched your nose to raise your glasses—so fucking cute, wony was actually mad that you gave her butterflies 😭 but even in a small group, you still refused to acknowledge her! it was unbelievable; usually people would kill to be in your place, to be that close physically with her but noooo, apparently you were some hotter shit 😒😒

wony has had the luxury of watching you this entire night… you were so cool and laid-back, you got along with everyone pretty well (except wonyoung), but you were somewhat reserved… you intrigued wonyoung, but she had to save the pleasantries and introductions later bcs holy fuck she needed to hear that pretty voice of yours whimper and moan for her 😳😳 eventually she didn’t care that you were completely ignoring her bcs all she wanted at this point was to fuck you senseless,, that oughta get your attention…

wony following you into one of the bedrooms to get some extra pillows and blankets,, saying that she was there to help until she grabbed you and pressed your up against the door,,

“what the hell are you doing?!”

“do me a favor and shut up.”

her putting one of your wrists behind your waist and pinning the other to the door as she grinds against your ass, nose up in your hair and then leaving soft kisses down the side of your neck… “w-wonyoung, what the fuck?! let me go! a-ah.. don’t…” squirming and resisting as much as you could but ofc crumbling down the moment wony’s kisses get stronger, sloppier, hungrier… completely being at her mercy eventually, moaning at every kiss she leaves on her skin as she always thought you should be… “mhm, all wet..” she whispers in your ear while she felt up your pussy through your soaked panties :((

“a-aahn..! sto—wait, they’ll hear us…”

“good. i want them to.”

holding onto wony’s wrist while she rubbed your clit harshly,, biting down on your lip but it wasn’t enough with the added pleasure of wonyoung’s breath in your ear 😣 “should’ve known this is what it would take for you to look at me… i would’ve fucked you earlier, unnie.” 🫠 her letting out a moan when she slipped two fingers inside you?? relishing in the feeling of your warmth and how tight you were,, you weren’t a virgin by any means but it still caught you off guard… having to clamp your hand around your mouth to muffle your moans,, but wony was quick to swat your hand away,, “bad unnie.” she said through gritted teeth 😵‍💫😵‍💫

the very obvious dilemma you were having with yourself was enjoyable to witness for wonyoung.. how you actively tried to resist her by your breathy “no”s and “stop”s, but would grind back against her and moan so loudly whenever her fingers hit your sweet spots 🫣 but when she notices that you were stopping yourself from cumming.. oh she got mad 😵‍💫 “still keeping the act, huh? fine then.” and she just starts fucking you harder from behind 🫠🫠 she was relentless—pumping her fingers in and out of your cunt and snapping her wrist when she hits that spot just to drive you insane, slapping your ass until it was red, leaving scratch marks on your waist... it was all very effective bcs she had you screaming immediately 😳

her ripping your pajama top off without a single care in the world,, “don’t give me that look, unnie. i’ll buy you a new one.” she jokes but not really—she can buy you a whole mall and you wouldn’t even have to ask! 🫣🫣 wony taking note of the way the sweetest, sluttiest sounds escaping your lips once her hand reaches your chest… once again being so turned on that she moans herself,, “you’re so shameless now… you love this, don’t you? you want our friends to know what exactly is being done to you, unnie, hm?” wony pinching your nipple to force you to moan loudly :(( even giggling a bit bcs she just found this so fun??

really, really talks you through when you’re close and cumming 😵‍💫😵‍💫 all up in your ear while she does all the right things to your body… bite marks and hickeys on your shoulder bcs she couldn’t resist.. holds your hips still with her free hand while she fucked you in that same merciless pace, only a lot more harder bcs wony absolutely needed to see you all broken up for her 🫢

“come on, unnie… you’ll cum for me, won’t you?”

“yes, yes…! show them, let them hear you, unnie…”

“fuck, good girl…”

omgjdhchjs she nearly came with you with how horny she was watching you fall apart on her hand… the sight of your juices dripping down your legs and pooling at your feet made wony want to fuck you right there all over again but she had to suffice with licking your cum off her fingers for now 🤭 but wony barely letting you come back to your senses when she just leaves you in that room with nothing but a side glance bcs she’s just that bitchy??? leaving you to clean up your own mess, grab a spare shirt from your friend’s closet, and forcing yourself to show your face to everybody after all of that… dare wony say that your red eyes and flushed cheeks were more of a turn on that literally feeling your pussy clench around her fingers!!

but even if wonyoung treated you like filth.. she was still too pretty… so pretty that you don’t bother to do any resisting when she sneaks into your futon super late in the night, ready to make you see the stars all over again 🫣

[moonstruckme]

Idk if you’re still taking requests for your bake sale (which is the cutest idea btw) but if you are… apple pie, prompt number 31 with Steve? (three people sat on a two-seater sofa)

I was! This probably wasn't what you had in mind but I thought it would be silly so here you go :)

cw: alcohol

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 693 words

“Stay still.” Steve’s voice is low, a smile teasing his lips. “I’ve almost got it.” 

You roll your eyes at him, but your own smile is just as poorly repressed. You still love it when he flirts with you. Even when you’re at one of his friend-of-a-friend’s parties where everyone wants to talk with him, Steve only has eyes for you. 

“I don’t know how you missed it the first three times.” 

“Does it seem like I’m fucking around? It’s tricky, babe.” 

“Seems like you might be fucking around a little bit…” you tease.

Steve swipes at something under your eye. “Got it. What’d I tell you?” 

You beam at him. “Okay, I take it back. My hero.” 

His grin widens, but he squints at your face. “Yeah, except now you’ve got makeup on your cheek. Sorry.” 

“Really.” You frown, wiping at where he’d touched with your finger. It must have smeared your mascara. “Can you get it off?” 

“Yeah, just a sec, you’ve gotta make a wish first.” Steve holds up his finger in front of you, your eyelash balanced on its tip. 

You roll your eyes again, but neither of you are buying that you’re anything other than totally besotted with him. You inhale, holding your wish in your head. 

You blow the lash harder than you mean to when you’re jostled from behind. 

Steve frowns over your shoulder. The guy behind you has found a new and innovative way to make out with his girlfriend, him leaning over the edge of the couch and her on the beanbag below. The two of them set up camp long after you and Steve had been sitting on this couch, and the limited space means he occasionally bumps you in his enthusiasm. 

“We should move,” Steve says, not for the first time. 

“No way,” you reply again. “We were here first.” 

“This couch wasn’t made for three people.” 

You huff, irritated. “Yeah, but all the other seating is taken.” 

“I’ll get us a nice patch of carpet,” he bargains. “We’ll treat it like a picnic.” 

You shake your head. You know you’re being stupid, but it’s the principle of the thing. You want the guy who’d squeezed onto your couch to have to share it with you. “It’s not fair that we have to be the ones to move,” you say. 

Steve sighs, but his expression is fond. “Fine. At least swap places with me.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Your funeral,” you say, but you scoot into the spot he leaves vacant when he stands.

Steve presents a stronger front than you had, sitting up instead of leaning away from where the other guy is infringing upon his space. 

“Alright, c’mere,” he says, reaching for you. “Let me get your makeup.” 

You lean forward happily. Steve uses the condensation from his beer to wet his thumb, rubbing at your cheek concentratedly. It’s then that your couch companion chooses to sit up. Evidently, he really had forgotten he was sharing the couch with two other people, because he knocks right into Steve, causing your boyfriend to lurch forward and for a bit of his beer to spout over the lip of the bottle and into your laps. 

You press a hand over your mouth, laughing, while Steve expels an incredulous breath. 

The guy looks back as though surprised to find him there. “Sorry, man.” He claps a hand on Steve’s shoulder, wandering off. 

“Quick,” you urge, “scoot back!” 

When Steve doesn’t move fast enough, you get up and move behind him, taking up the other side of the couch and stretching out your legs so there’s no space for anyone else. 

“What an ass.” Steve still looks in shock. 

“At least we held down the fort,” you say gleefully. “We won in the end.” 

“We won?” He laughs. “You’ve got beer on your pants, baby.” 

You shrug, ignoring the cold on your legs. “A small price to pay for victory.” 

Steve huffs, but he’s grinning, crawling across the couch to meet you. “You are so—” he kisses you firmly “—stubborn.” 

“Mhm, yeah. Now get back in your place before somebody takes it.” 

[loveafterdeath-if]

Can I ask you how El would have reacted if MC asked them what they wanted to ask (maybe at home while reassuring El on the couch or while brushing teeth)?

I hope we're thinking about the same thing, well, obviously there's only one thing MC wanted to ask so hopefully I got it right.

Btw, I, uh, got a bit carried away haha....

Here’s how it would’ve been in another life

(Serious is green and playful is red)

As you brush El's teeth, your brain thinks and overthinks, gears turning in your head relentlessly. Should you ask now? But then again, proposing right now is a bit... 

Let's just say you imagined something more elegant and sophisticated. You're brushing his/her teeth, both of your mouths coated with toothpaste foam. There's nothing elegant about it but... You still have this little box in your pocket and you don't think you can wait any longer. 

That waitress did ruin your moment earlier, but it doesn't have to be perfect, right? It's the thought that counts as they say, and you love El. Your love has to be enough. 

"What ah you hinkin–" El pushes the toothbrush away making you pull your hand back as he/she spits in the sink next to him/her. After a moment, he/she tries again. "What are you thinking about?" 

"I–" 

"Me?" El wiggles his/her brows. "You're thinking about me, admit it." 

"Maybe you'd know if you actually let me answer," you huff a laugh, nudging his/ her inner thigh playfully from between his/her legs "Can I talk or do I have to pay for subscription to do it?" you level him/her with a deadpan stare.

El only grins as he/she waves a hand for you to continue. "Alright, alright. Go ahead, babe." 

Suddenly, you're not sure anymore if you wanna talk. His/Her full attention is on you now, his/her eyes shining with wonder and curiosity. 

You clear your throat, straighten your back and swallow hard as your hand hovers over your pocket where the lil treasure lies. The object feels uncomfortably heavy in your pocket right now. This is nerve-wracking. This is probably a bad idea to do it right now.

Fuck, you're nervous... your hand is slightly trembles and you hope he/she doesn't notice. 

He/She does. 

"Hey," he/she murmurs softly, wiping toothpaste from the corner of your lips with his/ her thumb before cleaning his/her own mouth under the sink’s spray. 

You're glad he/she did. At least you'll look somewhat decent for what's about to happen.

"You okay?" he/she asks, hands reaching out again but this time to cup your cheeks, thumbs stroking gently there. He/She seems torn between reassuring you about whatever has you feeling this way and teasing you. "What's going on?" 

"Nothing," you mutter, a slight frown betraying your words. 

It's El's turn to frown as he/she searches your eyes. Finding them he/she smiles warmly. "Why are you frowning, then? 

"I'm..." not. That's what you want to say but it'd be a lie. 

“You are,” he/she retorts in a quiet voice, gaze darting between your eyes. “Did I do something?”

“No,” you shake your head, your hand covering one of his/hers on your cheek. “No, you didn’t.” “Then tell me what’s wrong?” "Mh? Nothing, nothing," you grin at him/her, trying to mask your nervousness. 

El cocks a brow, a teasing smile spreading on his/her lips. "Why do I feel like you're lying?" 

"Me?" you throw him/her your most innocent look.

Your lover mirrors you, batting his/her eyelashes playfully. “Yes, you.”

“I would never,” you declare dramatically, a hand raised as if performing a theatrical monologue. “My heart is too pure, my soul too genuine, my mind too–“

But seeing his/her growing worry, you finally sigh. Right, maybe not a good idea to deflect right now.

You’re someone courageous, you’re gonna propose right now. You’ll do it. Right here, right now. Or maybe after some minutes of– no, you’ll do it.

Slipping your hand in your pocket, you suck in a breath. Shit, okay, you're actually doing it. This is now or never. No time for overthinking it. 

"El," you start. You want to go again and start saying how much you love him/her, how much he/she means to you. But if you do that, you're scared to backtrack and decide against it once again. 

El nods, patiently waiting, anticipating. He/She takes back his/her toothbrush to brush his/her teeth while you take your sweet time spilling it.  Slowly, your lower your knee until it touch the floor and that’s exactly when his/her whole body freeze, the box finally showing its head as you lift it and open it for El's view. The chocolate diamond not shining as brightly as El’s eyes.

"Marry me," you finally say. 

It's a bit... blunt, but there's no denying the vulnerability in your eyes right now as you hold his/her gaze. Your throat constricts and your heart races, as if trying to escape your damn ribcage.  "Marry me?" you attempt a smile, trying to bring out your playful side. But you can't hide how terrified you are right now. 

It’s one thing to joke here and there, but it's another to expose yourself so much, so… completely. 

You did it. The stress hasn’t vanished at all, though. You proposed... now you just have to actually hear the answ– 

Your eyes instinctively close when El sputters, literally spitting in your face as you grimace. Wow... so much for a picture-perfect proposal moment...

However, when your eyes open, your expression softens at the sight he's/she's giving you. 

His/Her eyes watering and glimmering with unshed tears, lips trembling, soft, choked noises escaping his/her throat. "You're a monster..." 

You blink at him/her. You're not sure how to interpret this answer. 

Suddenly, El sobs, launching off the counter to practically tackle you. You both crash to the floor with a solid thud. You groan, rubbing the back of your head, suddenly thankful for your thick skull. Your attention is pulled elsewhere, though. You feel him/her nod frantically against your skin, burying his/her head in the crook of your neck. "Yes yes YES... I love you." 

His/Her hiccups and whimpers echo in the bathroom as he/she grips you for dear life, as if afraid it's all a dream. "I love you so much..." 

You don't waste time wrapping your arms around him/her, pulling him/her closer than he/she already is. Your hand rubs his/her back as he/she lets it all out, your own eyes watering at the pure joy you're feeling right now.

“It’s… It’s my fave color,” he/she hiccups against you, body shivering with each sob.

“I know.”

“I love you I love you I love you…”

"I love you too, El." 

The box is forgotten on the floor. 

But it's okay, because the man/woman in your arms is more important than any rings in the world. 

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

A Chilly Trip to The Sugar Dealer

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x f!Reader

Summary: In the middle of the (mild) Konoha Winter, Lord Sixth and his wife go out for a jaunt to the confectionary. Kakashi feels challenged in the small store, and gets you home quick to make a point. Smut! Lemon! Explicit!

W/c: 5.8k

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy, unwanted flirting, teasing, begging, demanding, possessive!Kakashi, oral (f receiving), p in v, cumming inside (lowk, the slightest talk of wombs)

Notes: ive got a sweet-tooth and I feel like kakashi would support me about that idk please enjoy this and lmk how you feel - btw Satō-Shō literally just means Sugar Dealer

Masterlist💿

The sun shone brightly on the two of you, for where else would it shine? Gentle breezes carried the two of you closer, for a chill is always a nice excuse to pull your loved one close. Konoha had never seen such a brisk day, for it was the dead of Winter.

Even on the coolest day of the year, the sun still loved you. It warmed your back, though the large hand of your husband was infinitely warmer. His fingers splayed on the small on your back, reminding you the he would always love you more than the sun ever could.

With an absent smile, you tilted your head up to him. You admired Kakashi, enraptured by the way the sunlight glinted in his hair.

"You're making me nervous," he admited casually without looking at you.

You just chuckled, "The most handsome man in the village should be used to lingering stares."

"No, darling, it's not that," he hummed deeply, curling his fingers around your hip. Kakashi pulled you closer, leaning low to your ear as he whispered, "Nervous to call off our little excursion and hurry back home."

"It's a gorgeous day, today," you beamed, twirling away from his hand, making the skirt of your dress puff out in your spin. Purple fabric swished around your thighs as your husband put him arm back around you, now draped over your shoulders. Bringing his dangling hand to your lips, you pressed a kiss to the side of his pointer finger and teased, "Won't you let me enjoy it, before I enjoy you? Or must I beg for that privilege, too?"

Knees bending slightly, Kakashi's arm weighed down on your shoulders. You smiled, squeezing his hand still in your grasp. With his smooth tone, steeped in licentiousness, your husband groaned, "Let's go home, it's not even that nice out."

"We'll have to agree to disagree, dearest," you tittered, ignoring Kakashi's huffs. Spotting your favourite confectionary around a street corner, your feet steered the two of you right. "If you get me a couple taffies, we can go home."

"I'll get you a kilo later."

"No," you sang, squeezing his hand again. "I want something to suck on now."

As your husband delivered a craven look, you just smiled at him, popping up on your toes to rub your nose against his masked one. With a rumbling chuckle, Kakashi pulled you into his body, causing the two of you to walk in a very strange, haphazard fashion.

"Do you hear yourself, pretty lady?" He asked lowly.

For a second longer, you looked at your husband. His gorgeous Onyx eyes were filled with adoration, and you could see a deep smile stretched across his face through his mask. Tracing your features, Kakashi stared at you lovingly, as if he were almost certain you were but a dream that he never wanted to part with.

"Do you see yourself, Lord Hokage?" You replied.

Biting your lip salaciously, you stared up at your husband through your long eyelashes. His head turned away from you, glancing around the area. The weather was only inviting you to bask in it, as it seemed most everyone else was rightfully in the comfort of their home. A few stragglers milled about, going between markets for essentials, but the streets were relatively empty.

You restored yourself to a proper walking position despite your husband's subtle protests. Only a few more paces and you were at the step of the confectionary, going up to the door as Kakashi stuttered in his movement.

"Give me five minutes, yeah?" He asked nonchalantly, taking his arm away from your shoulders and letting his long fingers trace down your arm, lingering in a hook around your fingers.

Looking at him, you couldn't help but smile back as Kakashi's eyes danced with thought. You grinned, leaning up to kiss his masked cheek, "Four minutes, fifty-nine seconds." You came back to your feet. "Fifty-eight seconds....fifty-seven."

"Fine, shave off a whole minute, if you want to really challenge me," Kakashi snickered before turning to walk in the direction that caught his eye. His pace was frighteningly quick, bordering a run, and you sighed contently as you watched him lock onto his target, a florist's shop.

Suddenly feeling strange for lingering outside of the confectionary for so long, you bit back a smile and opened up the glass door. The old shopkeeper smiled at you sweetly, having seen you standing outside for a minute or so.

"Back again so soon?" He asked kindly.

You nodded, coming further into the store. The fragrance of sugar enveloped you, making your stomach ache for something a sickly red. "Nothing can keep me away from the Satō-Shō."

"Well, have no fear, the Sugar Dealer is here!" He exclaimed with a hearty laugh, coming closer to the counter.

The old man pulled out a wooden crate from behind, setting it right in your eyeline. You approached happily, and the shopkeeper began pulling out a massive bag of caramel drops, making your eyes widen and your mouth salivate. He held it to his nose, and through the plastic, he inhaled.

"Made fresh this morning, they're still soft," he told you with a sigh, waving the bag of sweets around between the two of you. The warm caramel wafted to your nose so tauntingly.

"Have you got any taffy?" You asked hopefully, smelling a fruity tone in the air.

"Have I got taffy? Have I got taffy, in spades!" He laughed, setting the caramels on the counter as he dove back into the crate. Rooting around, he asked, "Is it the saltwater taffy you're after, or the chocolate taffy?"

"Saltwater if you made cherry or that nice, wild watermelon again - otherwise, probably chocolate," you replied cheerily, hearing the crinkles of the bags and soft clacks of not-yet-set hard candies getting thrown around.

Your excitement and anticipation clouded your senses, overwhelmed by the bright colours and mouth-watering smells in the store. Caught in the shopkeeper's presentation, you hadn't even noticed the other person in the shop. Only when the person moseied up the aisle, basket in hand, did you finally notice him. But, from his eye, he had noticed you the second you entered the store.

"You really know your taffy," he chuckled, sidling up to you.

Allowing your smile falter, you looked back at the shopkeeper as he came from the crate with a large, red package in his hand. Gently, you hummed, "No, the Satō-Shō knows taffy. I just buy it from him."

"Touché," the other customer replied. "From the looks of you, you don't eat a lot of taffy, or candy for that matter."

Narrowing your eyes, you turned over what he said in your mind. You felt a bit gross, like you had been looked at in a certain way by someone who shouldn't have been looking in the first place. Besides, you looked like you ate candy, you were sure you did. You didn't know what a candy-eater looked like, per say, but you were sure it would be a picture of yourself in that dictionary.

"Anyway," the shopkeeper interrupted pointedly. Your eyes snapped up to his kind, old face and the ghost of a smile returned to your lips. The old man's eyes twinkled and the corner of his lip curled as he said, "I've got something special for you, my best customer."

"Is it another gobstopper?" You gasped, "No, another one of those massive lollipops? Or is it something new, something experimental? Might I die, just at the sight of it?"

Recieving your waves of excitement, the shopkeeper chortled, "I won't be selling it, because of the special ingredient, but it is a new idea. And maybe you will just die when you try them."

"The mystery is eating me alive," you said very seriously. The shopkeeper smacked the counter lightly before coming around it.

"Alright, give me a minute, it's in the back still."

Stars, you hoped it was something wacky. That lollipop was bigger than your head, and it took you over a week to finish - but the Sugar Dealer could always have a crazier idea. He won't be selling it, which confused you some, but made you feel wildly special. It had you wondering what special ingredient would make a candy unmarkettable. Perhaps it-

"How about, this trip, you let me pay," the man offered, ripping you away from your thoughts. You looked at the dark haired man beside you, who smiled as nicely as he could, rubbing the back of his neck. "It seems you come here a lot. A pretty woman like yourself shouldn't be spending all of her money on sweets."

"I'm sorry."

"I was asking-"

"No, I heard you, I heard you," you mumbled, looking behind him to check for the shopkeeper. "I'm sorry," you repeated more firmly, looking into the man's hazel eyes. "My husband has no taste for conversations like these - I suggest you quit while you're ahead ."

Your warning wasn't enough, as the man shamelessly flirted, "How can I, when put in front of a woman so beautiful?"

"Isn't she just the prettiest lady in all the Land?"

Oh, thank you, Stars.

Turning the other way, there Kakashi was standing, a single rose in hand. You smiled up at him gratefully as he put the rose into your fingers and his arm around your waist, pulling you as close to him as you knew you needed to be. The rose in your hand was perfect, without the one blemish or tear anywhere in the petals.

"One flower? Couldn't have sprung for a bouquet?" The dark haired man quipped dryly.

Before Kakashi could say something harsh, you just hummed, holding the flower to your nose and putting your free hand over the hand of your husband as it clutched your waist posessively, "It's rare that a man can appreciate the value of one perfect rose."

"Here we go!" The shopkeeper exclaimed, hurrying out of the back. When he returned to the counter, his eyes immediately landed on Kakashi, morphing his cheery expression to shock as he bowed. Hurriedly, he said, "Lord Sixth! I didn't know I would be graced with your presence in my meager, little shop."

"My wife loves this place dearly, I would never call it meager," Kakashi replied politely. He took a deep breath, eyes darting to the man who stood on your other side, mortified.

Flirting with the Hokage's wife was a massive issue, it was just lucky that Kakashi's mind wasn't terribly dark that day.

Waving off the praise of his store from the Hokage, the shopkeeper set a bag of light brown taffies on the counter. Drawing forward, you ooh'd, which diffused a grand amount of tension in the store. The Sugar Dealer's special something turned out to bless you before you even had the one.

"Why don't you want to sell these?" You asked, looking at the bag from a couple different angles.

The shopkeeper chuckled, "It's Amaretto taffy. I can't let a child experience the bliss of Amaretto so early on."

Eyes the size of dinner plates, you pulled out your wallet immediately. You riffled through the bills, collecting a thousand yen at least.

"Keep your m- Lord Hokage, please, I don't-"

"Don't set that precedent," Kakashi remarked deeply as he set two thousand yen on the counter. You threw a few hundred extra down, knowing you owed that shopkeeper so much more from all of his free samples and special somethings.

"I cannot accept your money," he insisted, going to pick up the bills to hand them back.

Plucking the bags of cherry taffy and Amaretto taffy into his free hand, Kakashi just laughed, beginning to steer the two of you away, "Seriously, Satō-Shō, she'll come back here and clean you out."

Nodding in agreement, you waved goodbye to the shopkeeper while pressing the soft rose petals to your cheek. You didn't spare the dark haired man a glance as you turned forward, leaning into your husband's large body. Warmth radiated from him, even more noticably when the two of you stepped back outside.

"What am I going to do with you?" Kakashi asked in a sigh, mainly directed toward himself as his hand drifted from your waist, up your spine.

Brow furrowed, you joked, "You can start by giving me one of the Amarettos."

"Would you have let him buy these for you?"

It was a stupid question, you both knew it, but Kakashi always worried. Worried about everything, but nothing made him as anxious as a potential threat to the sanctity of your relationship.

"You would turn down free candy?"

His expression darkened as he hooked his arm over your shoulders. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking up at his gorgeous face with the halo of cloud. Slowly, he said, "You should be."

"Oh, my dearest, so green with envy," you hummed, holding the hand that rested over your shoulders again. You kissed the back of his hand, promising, "I only jest. I knew you would come to my rescue. My pretty boy always swoops in the save the day."

"Fuckin' right I do," he huffed, pulling you into an alley.

In an instant, his mask was down and his lips were on yours, moving assertively. Like a wire becoming live in your stomach, you could feel electric shocks throughout your body, going all the way down to your fingertips.

Stealing a kiss in a darkened alleyway was so juvenile. It reminded you of all the times the two of you had been in this situation before, especially before you were wed. Not often was the reason for these desirous kisses another man, but the subject had been raised before.

"You're mine, all mine," he snapped, the vibrations of his baritone voice sending ripples against your lips. You let a whimper pass through you as you gaze at your husband's bare face. You leaned forward to kiss your husband again, but he pulled away gently, pressing you against the brickwall of the alley. Looking at you with cloudy eyes, Kakashi purred, "Tell me. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, Kakashi, I'm entirely yours- until the end of time," you replied breathily. Eyes scanning your face, Kakashi apparently decided your words sincere as he came forward again to press his soft lips to yours.

He tasted so divine, you couldn't help but moan softly. His tongue slipped past your lips slyly, making a pool form in your stomach. As Kakashi's tongue swirled around yours, the two of you were locked in a dance. A duet, that you and your husband had perfected over the years. You whispered a complaint when Kakashi takes a breath, but it falls on deaf ears.

"Not here," he growls while pulling the fabric back over his face, snatching your hand up quickly. Through the mask, Kakashi places a chaste kiss to your forehead before swiftly pulling you out of the alley. Hushed and hurried as he barreled the two of you down the street at a blistering pace, Kakashi promised, "I'm going to have you screaming those words all night long, my pretty lady."

Supressing the squeal that bubbled up from the pit of heat in your stomach, you happily scurried along as Kakashi led the way to the Red House under Hokage Rock. It was a darling place to live, and you enjoyed decorating it, but even just the residence wing was huge - you almost preferred the apartment you and Kakashi had before he became the Hokage. But, anywhere was the perfect place to live, so long as you were living with Kakashi.

In half the time it took the two of you to get to the confectionary, you were home. Not wasting a second, Kakashi threw the bags of taffy onto the console table in the foyer, immediately putting both of his hands on your hips to pull you in. You hadn't even caught when he pulled down his mask again. But, with his speed, Kakashi caught the single rose between your two bodies and you yelped, holding the flower high.

"You took all four of your minutes to pick out the perfect rose, be gentle with her," you chided, inspecting the slight dents on either side of the rose's bulb.

"I'll be gentle with her," your husband replied, plucking the flower from your fingers.

Gingerly, Kakashi placed it on the console table, just on top of the taffy bags. He turned back to you, eyes darkened a shade further, and he replaced his hand to your hip. Kakashi snapped your body to his with a chuckle, making you gasp. His gorgeous, pillowy lips were all you could focus on, taken by the flushes of self-inflicted bite marks that dotted the center of his mouth.

Muting any remark from you, Kakashi began kissing you again. This time, in the comfort of privacy, his lips were enflamed with passion and desperation - the two ingredients mixed so deliciously to deliver you a kiss that made your knees weak. Kakashi wrapped his thick forearm around your lower back, allowing you to lean on him. As you did so, his other hand travelled lower, squeezing the plump flesh of your ass before nudging you to jump. You do, and Kakashi caught you firmly, one hand squeezing beneath your thigh while the other remained to support your back. The jump gives you the friction both of you crave, but doesn't satiate further.

Pressing you against the growing tent of his pants, Kakashi whispered, "There's my good girl."

"Am I not always your good girl?" You whined against his lips, letting your left hand rest on the back of Kakashi's neck while the other pressed on the ample muscle of his chest.

Peppering your jaw with kisses and nips, Kakashi shook his head and began to walk you down the hallway to your bedroom. The ache within you grew, upset at his lack of validation. You had tried your best to ignore and warn the man from the confectionary, and yet he was the reason Kakashi wasn't giving you what you wanted.

"Kakashi, please, kiss me," you begged as he pushed the door to your bedroom open with your back. Your husband continued pressing warm, sloppy kisses to the angle of your jaw, laying you down amongst the linen bedsheets. Feeling so criminally empty, you pleaded, "Please, kiss me- my lips... let me show you I'm your good girl."

"You'll only get my lips on yours after you've proved yourself," Kakashi hummed, adding a modest suckle right on the sweet spot under your ear.

You could've melted beneath your husband, but the nagging knot of nerves in your abdomen kept you intact, barely. Clenching around nothing as Kakashi slid his leg between your thighs, you let a shaky breath fall from your lips. Kakashi's head perked up from your neck, looking at your face amusedly.

"What are you supposed to do when another man starts flirting with you?"

You shrug, feeling like you did as much as you could have without being rude. You threw your head back into the sea of white linen and replied, "I dunno. Wait for you, like I always do?"

"You do know, pretty lady." You freeze as Kakashi's right hand floated to your thinly clothed cunt. Drifting his finger over the fabric that covered your slit, you sucked in a moan and Kakashi hummed, "You know, and once you give me the right answer, I'll give you what you want." A stifled scream passes through your pursed lips as his lithe fingers graze your sensitive clit. He repeated, "What are you supposed to do when another man flirts with you?"

"Talk about you," you answered, bucking your hips against your husband's hand and thigh.

"And...?"

With a small amount of pressure, Kakashi's middle finger began laying small circles onto your clit. You gasped, "Tell him... tell him h-how frightening you are... when you're mad."

"No," Kakashi snipped, taking his hand and leg away, making your thighs snap shut. He corrects you, voice filled with a dire intonation, "You tell him I'll kill him."

"Kakashi-"

"If another man ever comes so close to you, tell him his body will be found in five different places."

Despite how sharp his words were, you could feel wetness pooling in your panties. Kakashi's eyes were so serious, and there wasn't a hint of humour in his tone. Just fanning the flames of your arousal, Kakashi still did nothing to quench the heat that devoured every nerve in your body.

"I will," you swore, trying to look as sterling as possible.

Kakashi hummed, slowly letting his left hand slide down the inside of your thigh. You went to squeeze your knees together, but Kakashi immediately separated them with either hand. With a shake of his head, Kakashi slotted himself between your legs again, his massive length straining against the black fabric of his trousers as he rubbed against the sopping cloth of your underwear.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he sighed, hanging his head. Then Kakashi looked up at you, the corner of his mouth twitching so hungrily. "I do believe, me having saved you falls under the you-owing-me-one category." You nodded quickly, swallowing the excess spit in your mouth. Kakashi smirked so cruelly, "Look at you, my pretty lady - so eager to please."

"Eager to please you," you affirmed, making Kakashi groan your name as he leaned down to finally give you a proper kiss.

Rutting your hips up, you ground against the twitching bulge in your husband's pants, getting ready to pull turn yourself around. You weren't in a terribly good position to suck Kakashi's cock - he greatly preferred it when you hung your head over the edge of the bed, opening up your throat so perfectly for him to slide down. You could never fit more than half of his length before he was hitting the back of your throat, but if your head was over the edge of the-

It didn't matter. Kakashi moved before you could, slowly moving away from your mouth and down to your jaw. Holding you down slightly, he interspersed your soft neck with gentle sucks and bites, sure to show up as a million love bites the next day.

You had plenty of turtlenecked shirts for the such occasions, but you still found yourself pulling down the neck at various parts of the days you wore them, bragging to each and every one of your friends. They always demanded such lewd details, and you were much obliged to offer up every juicy facet, if only in a private setting. All of them were jealous, so fucking jealous of you, and this was why.

Trailing down to the valley of your chest, Kakashi groaned deeply as his left hand massaged the flesh of your right tit through the fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing so strongly it elicited a shaky thrum from you. While his hand went up to your shoulder, Kakashi pressed a myriad wet, lingering kisses to the exposed skin of your bust. He pushed the short sleeves of your dress and the strap of your bra off of your shoulder, doing the same to the other side, before Kakashi began tugging the purple dress off of your body entirely. Hastily, he pulled his two top layers off as one, throwing them to the ground with your dress.

"Now who's eager?" You teased as he thumbed the waistband of his trousers.

Feeling a breeze with how quick he is, Kakashi's fingers were nearly sinking into you through your panties. You inhaled sharply as he replied adamantly, "Me. I'm eager."

He would always admit it, quite happily too; Kakashi loved your cunt, in any way he could have you.

Battling his urges, Kakashi was much slower to pull your cotton underwear off than he was with your dress, seeming to greatly enjoy watching strands of your slick pull away with the fabric. He groaned lowly, flicking the soaked cotton to some corner of the room. Cold air flushed against your flaming core, making you clench at the contrast. Slowly, Kakashi lowered to his knees, face to face with your already moistened pussy, and he smiled as you threw your legs around his shoulders.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded lowly, hot breath fanning over your folds.

You swallowed thickly and answered, "I want you, Kakashi, how-ever you wish to have me."

"Fuck, I love you," Kakashi groaned, leaning forward to lick a stripe up your slit. You can see your white and translucent slick on his tongue as he hummed, "You taste so good for me, darling. All that candy, it makes you sweet."

"I love you," you whimpered breathlessly as Kakashi's tongue licked another stripe, entering your folds to get as much of your wetness as he could on his tongue. He swallowed it up, humming to himself lowly before capturing your clit between his lips in a soft suckle. Instantly, you're throwing his headband away and letting your fingers find purchase in your husband's silver tresses. "Stars almighty, Kakashi."

"Mm. That's right, say my name."

Without question, you give in, your husband's name becoming like a prayer as he lapped at your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit as his long fingers danced around your inner-thigh. The tickle made you shiver, which only seemed to make Kakashi hungrier. Bringing his fingers to your folds, your husband began teasing your entrance with his calloused pads.

Looking down at him, you let out a heavy moan that was felt even in your cunt. Kakashi's eyes were half-lidded as he locked them with yours, and you could recognize how ablaze with desire they were.

"I'm all yours, K-kashi, please," you bit out, starting to feel a whirl in your mind. The fog began to lift, and you could see the light of an orgasm at the end of the tunnel. You ran toward it, calling out Kakashi's name until-

Cold air hits your folds, making you shutter your eyes open. You didn't remember closing them. Looking down to your husband, still with your legs over his shoulders, you babbled a plea, only to be met with another cold blow from Kakashi's very own lips. You whined loudly, throwing your head back into the sheets.

"Where's my good girl gone?" Kakashi wondered aloud in a light tone. He slid down his trousers, lazily pumping his impressive length. Even after so many years, so many encounters, Kakashi's cock always made your lip quiver. As you stared, entranced, he came up your body, slowly pressing your legs up to your chest, and made eye contact with you.

The way Kakashi looked down at you... it almost brought you to tears. Tears of elation, of disbelief, even after all this time. His expression was of playful adoration, of the man you had fallen in love with most ardently so many years ago. But his eyes - they screamed of a dark desire, thousands of thoughts flitting behind his charcoal irises. The uncomfortable nagging of your denied release faded as your heart swelled five sized too big.

Sliding the leaking tip of his cock through your folds, Kakashi lowly chuckled as you squirmed, "I asked you a question, pretty lady."

"You'll just have to ask me again - your eyes are far too distracting," you purred, trying to sound as sultry as you could.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, darling."

Despite his candied tone, Kakashi slapped the tip of his cock against your clit. The jolt made you stutter away, but Kakashi pulled you back with both hands clamped on your hips, before leaning down to hook around your back and remove your bra.

As he threw the plunged bra aside, he murmured, "Be good. Don't you want my cock? Or... would you prefer-"

"I'll be good! I'm good!" You wailed, dragging your slicked folds over your husband's girth. "I want your cock so fucking bad, Kakashi, please, please- I want you, please-"

"Not very good of you, interrupting me," Kakashi mumbled under his breath, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock to line himself up with your velvety entrance. He sighed as the tip of his dick spilled into your warmth, "Oh, but who am I to deny my pretty lady?"

Inch by inch, Kakashi squeezed into you, filling you beyond your wildest imagination. You whimpered, calling out his name as your nails dug into his muscular thighs. No corner of your mind could capture how stuffed-full Kakashi made you feel, it was something you were blown away by every night.

"Fuck- yeah, just a bit more- fuck, you're taking me so well, pretty, pretty, pretty lady," Kakashi groaned lowly as he sank into your warmth, your wetness squelching with the vacuum seal. His hand cupped your cheek, so warm that you couldn't help but lean into his touch as his fingers curled under your jaw. He bottomed out, giving you a second to adjust, cooing, "Such a good girl for me. This pretty pussy's mine, mine alone."

"All yours," you gasped in a squeak. Kakashi groaned, rocking his hips against you. He reached so deep inside of you, you could feel him just below your belly button. You hissed, gripping his thighs, "Kakashi- fuck- you're so- fucking big."

"Mm, and you take everything I give you." Oh, how true the statement was. But your agreement melded to a guttural groan the second Kakashi started moving.

Finally beginning a slow pace of deep strokes, your eyelashes fluttered. Soft moans accompanied every breath as Kakashi started pulling more out, making you feel even more full with every thrust. The sounds of your cunt squelching to accommodate his rapidity fill the room, undercut by the soft slapping of skin.

Putting more pressure on the backs of your knees, Kakashi pushed your legs deeper into your chest. He fucked into you so lovingly that you could see the passion emanating from his body, making all of your muscles simultaneously tense and relax. In a stutter, Kakashi put his left hand on the bed, beside your head, while the other travelled lower to grip your ass. His entire body came closer to you, deepening his movements that much more. Breaths mixing between the two of you, a humidity arose in the room, with a very particular scent.

Enthralled by the sight of his cock disappearing within you, Kakashi's head was tilted slightly down. A stupid smile plastered on your face as you choked back a moan and kissed Kakashi's forehead. His eyes immediately found yours and his hips snapped into yours.

Leaning to connect his lips with yours, Kakashi quickened his pace, swallowing every wanton sound that came from your lips. His tongue Waltzed with yours, leading you in a lovely dance. You reached up, moving one hand over your husband's gorgeously chiseled face as the other squeezed the plump muscles of his shoulder. For a moment, Kakashi let you really get used to his pace, allowing your orgasm to climb to the forefront of your mind once again.

As you climbed the mountain, your walls clenched around your husband's dick, sucking him in further, ushering his precum into your womb. Right on the edge of bliss, your body twitched around, moans becoming more and more obscene.

"Maybe I should stop right now," he groaned, slowing his thrusts painfully.

Vehemently shaking your head, your eyes flew open. "No, K'kashi, no, ple-ase, I was s'close, please, you feel so- so good."

"Tch, how can I deny such a good, beautiful girl?" Kakashi tittered, gradually going back to his original speed. As you sank back in, he pulled you out, asserting firmly, "Look at me when you cum on my dick."

"Kakashi-i-i-" You moaned for a prolonged time, eyes fighting to stay open. Your husband's lip was curled into a darling smile, and the thoughts behind his eyes finally settled. A wide smile stretched across your lips, mouth falling open as you could feel Kakashi's eyes caressing your very soul.

When his hand ghosted around your thigh and intuitively found your clit, shockwaves were sent through your entire body. Just a few beats behind the tempo of Kakashi's thrusts, his middle and ring finger whirled the sensitive bundle of nerves. In only a few more thrusts, you're screaming Kakashi's name as he finally gives you the sweet release.

"Fuckin' stars," he gasped, stilling in your cunt as your walls fluttered and spasmed. "You're s'fuckin' tight, so fucking beautiful."

Smiling up at him, Kakashi pressed another hungry kiss to your lips, before pulling back entirely. He gripped your hips and began snapping into you with more force than he had before.

"Kakashi! Fuck!" You yelled out, hands left to grip his thighs again. Digging your nails into the back of his thighs only seemed to give your husband more vigour. You gasped, "Fucking sensitive, Kakashi, stars-"

"I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this," he groaned, bottoming out with every thrust. His timing grew uneven, and his strokes got messy, telling you he was nearing his light too. "Such a good girl f'me. Me. Only me."

"I love your cock," you whined, feeling blood rushing to your head, a slight spin percolating.

"M-my perfect wife, fuck- I'm gonna cum, pretty girl." Pulling your flushed body up, Kakashi took you in his arms as he fucked into you, delivering his last few plunging strokes, before he stuttered entirely. He groaned so deeply, you could feel the vibration in his cock, pressed against your cervix, "I fuckin' love fillin' you up."

A heat trickled into you, making you smile as Kakashi thrusted into you a few more times at a relatively lazy rhythm, bringing you a swell of relief. Your husband's cock twitched within you, filling you more and more. With a contented breath, you clenched around him, beckoning his cum further into you.

Bringing you up for another kiss, Kakashi hummed against your lips as he stilled, keeping all of his spend nice and secure within you. He took you up fully, then turned and fell back into the bed. The position had you sinking onto his cock so deliciously as you leaned against his chest.

"I love you, more than anything," you murmured as Kakashi's eyes roamed your face.

A small smile tugged at his lip, bestowing you with a dashing look. "I love you too, pretty lady."

"So, what's your verdict?" You asked with a soft chuckle and a tired undercut.

"What's my what, darling?" He asked, voice slightly rasped.

Reaching to your face, he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear lovingly, which had you biting down on your lower lip. Kakashi's eyes danced over your puffy lips, smile deepening on both of your faces as you laughed,

"Can I have an Amaretto taffy now?"

[rottingjane]

Eddie Munson x chubby!cheerleader!reader

(NOT PROOF READ)

Synopsis: After a fucked up sleepover you befriend Eddie, who’s been secretly in love with you since you moved to town btw

Warnings: cliche (yes this is a warning.), smut, fluff, relatively slow burn, eddie and reader keep dropping pencils, virginity loss, subtle bullying, kinda rushed ending, unprotected piv (reader is on birth control), heavy petting, quick fatphobia, reader is 18 (senior)

Eddie Munson was no scholar.

He had failed his first senior year and didn’t get to graduate with his class. Frankly, after that, he didn’t give a fuck anymore about school. It was boring and he didn’t understand chemistry.

But now it was fall. And he was back, baby!

“Hey Eddie, should I start preparing for the campaign?” Mike asked.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot about that!” Dustin laughed nervously.

“Sure, prepare all you want. We still got 2 weeks left before it starts.” Eddie waved them off as he kept walking down the hall that was crowded with assholes and people who’d probably amount to nothing as soon as they graduated.

Eddie was older than most of these chumps. And yet they had the audacity to ridicule him still.

It hurt when Steve Harrington would “accidentally” trip him freshman year. Or when Billy Hargrove tugged at his hair because they had similar haircuts sophomore year. But now Eddie almost misses those jerks compared to Jason Carver. A true devil reincarnate.

As Eddie carefully walks past Jason and a couple other basketball jockies, hiding behind some passing students before smoothly sliding into english class. Taking his usual seat. The left back corner. It was thee optimal seating for slacking off.

As class started Eddie couldn’t help but let his gaze wander over yonder to the girl across the room.

Y/n L/n.

She was focused on writing notes while the teacher lectured. Her pink pen in her soft looking manicured hand writing furiously.

I wonder if she gets her nails done or does it herself?

Eddie had subtly watched her since she transferred last year. Not because he was a creep or anything! He was simply intrigued.

She was the newest cheerleader besides the even newer freshmen.

Eddie thought she was interesting since he first heard about her.

A quiet girl like herself trying out for cheer?

Sure Chrissy was quite coy as well. But not in the way Y/n is. Y/n was probably the sweetest girl in school. She helped a bird that got stuck in the cafeteria despite it scratching at her, risking her getting some sort of horrid disease. (It was pretty foolish but endearing) She didn’t really hang around anyone besides the other cheerleaders, the basketball guys always brushing her off or ignoring her. She was really good at school, always giving an answer when called on. Eddie had even seen Y/n around town a few times. Seeing her walk past him in the DVD store towards the horror section. Seeing her at the mall with another cheerleader as she awkwardly stood beside her in a clothing store. Eddie outside the store on a nearby bench chowing down on some chocolate ice cream. Her soft smile she always gave people… yeah, Eddie was intrigued.

Eddie feels himself snap out of his thoughts, his cheeks heating up as Y/n adjusts her bra strap sneakily. She didn’t think anyone was watching.

He hadn’t admitted to anyone, even himself. That he might feel a little bit more than intrigue towards her.

Afterall, Eddie Munson crushing on a cheerleader? Just a recipe for disaster.

He slowly drifted his attention back to the lecture, the back of his mind lingering on the pretty girl across the room.

“What if I invited Lucas over?” Brenda giggled. She was a freshman who clings to Chrissy like a leech.

The girls were discussing a sleepover Chrissy was planning since her parents would be out for a weekend soon.

“Is he even on the team?”

“Sure he is! Just joined, like me.” Brenda bats her eyelashes as she stares off into the distance with a dreamy look on her face.

Y/n slowly eats her sandwich and takes small sips of her apple juice. Half listening to the conversation.

“Hey Y/n, are you coming next weekend?” Chrissy asks, tapping Y/n on the shoulder gently.

Y/n turns to her and clears her throat. “Ahh..” trails off, deciding…

“Please, it’d be nice if you could come. Get out once in a while. Maybe talk to someone on the basketball team.” She said teasingly. She had nothing but good intentions. Chrissy was a sweet girl. But Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn’t oblivious.

Y/n was glad Chrissy was always nice to her. After Y/n joined the team everyone was surprised. Someone like her joining cheer? Nobody else on the team looked like her, that’s for sure. For the first few weeks and practices, everyone was nice, civil, kind even.

But that facade slowly started to crack and break away.

The cheerleaders weren’t exactly the nicest group in the world. They were cliquey and traditional. They clearly cared about their appearance, and Y/n didn’t fit that. That isn’t a valid reason to kick someone off the team though, of course. So instead the other girls deal with their disdain with passive aggressiveness and backhanded compliments.

Y/n had gotten used to it fairly quickly. She wasn’t a stranger to someone commenting negatively on her looks. Hell, even her own mother often said things that weren’t exactly kind.

But she adored cheer, she loved prancing around in a uniform with pom poms cheering on for people. Playing a supportive role. Y/n loved the sweating. The work of it all. The chants and the positions.

Y/n also just had a desperate need to feel like she belonged, somewhere, anywhere.

Her whole life she had tried to stick herself into different cliques and groups. Looking for companionship and acceptance. It was a lonely type of yearning that never seemed to go away. Drifting away from groups every year, Y/n felt maybe she’d die alone with her record so far.

But cheer really felt like a good decision. Y/n felt like she had a sense of purpose. A passion, a dream.

She also met Chrissy.

Her probably only real friend she’d ever had since elementary.

“I don’t know Chrissy..” Y/n laughed awkwardly. Sipping at her apple juice.

Chrissy gently grabs onto Y/n’s arm and sways her side to side. “C’monnnn!” Chrissy drawls. “It’d be good for you to get out there, hang out with someone besides me for a change.”

Y/n blushes lightly and sighs, “sure, sure. Next weekend?”

Chrissy lights up and nods her head eagerly. “Mhm!”

It’s then the bell rings. Sealing Y/n’s fate.

It was after school now. The first day of the semester was simultaneously the hardest and easiest.

Y/n was walking through the parking lot. School had ended 30 minutes ago, and there was practice at 5. She had time to kill. She didn’t really wanna go home at the moment. It was lonely and boring there. As she walked through the parking lot she watched as people filed into their cars, driving away a bit too fast for a school zone, excited to be done with the day. A few groups were walking home instead. Y/n was one of those people. She lived just a few blocks away.

As she was walking down the nearly empty parking lot she spotted a van. And outside that van leaning against it was Eddie Munson, who was currently seeming to be enthralled in a conversation with… Gareth? Was that his name? Y/n wasn’t really sure, she felt a bit bad for not knowing if that was really his name.

Everyone knew Eddie Munson. Outspoken and unapologetically himself. He was a bit mysterious, it piqued Y/n’s interest multiple times throughout her first year here in Hawkins. She had never talked to him though, even if she wanted to, she’d be scared out of her mind. He was quite intimidating. For some reason that only drew Y/n in even more… Like a moth to a flame.

As she passed by she glanced at Eddie, quickly averting her eyes as they made swift eye contact. She felt herself blush as she sped up towards the sidewalk. That was embarrassing…

Eddie felt something funny in his chest as their eyes met, and he stumbled over his words.

“Yeah but-...” Eddie’s eyes followed after Y/n’s shrinking form. Watching her grow smaller and smaller the further she got. He almost wanted to run after her and grab her by the arm and tell her how beautiful she is. But how could he do that? He’s never even talked to the girl before. He’d seem like a total weirdo. She’d probably make fun of him, laugh in his face or slap his hand away and run for the hills.

“-ddie? Hellooo?” Gareth waved his hand in front of his friend’s face.

“What?” Coming back to.

“So are we on for practice tonight?”

“Yeah.. yeah. Your house?”

“Yep!”

And with that Eddie and Gareth said their goodbyes and “see you later”’s as he hopped into his van that chronically smelled like weed and drove off.

It was now Friday. First week of this school year almost done, just a few more hours. Y/n felt jittery with excitement and nerves. She was excited for the weekend. But she was also dreading it. This weekend Chrissy’s parents would be out of town on an extended date night type of thing. Which meant Chrissy would host a slumber party. Inviting everyone on the basketball team and all the cheerleaders.

As the final bell rang Y/n packed her bag slowly, contemplating if she should call Chrissy and tell her she’s feeling sick. That she can’t make it. And as she thinks about how bad of a liar she is she almost walks out the classroom door, but not without bumping into someone.

“Sorry!” Y/n says by reflex.

“Hey- it’s alright.” replies a soft voice.

…Eddie Munson.

Y/n felt herself warm up. “Oh- Eddie.. Sorry.” She repeated.

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, his face tinted pink, “Why’re you apologizing twice?”

Y/n stammered and looked side to side, as if that’d help her get out of this situation.

“S-Sorry, for… being sorry?” as if it was a question.

Eddie laughed again and bent down to pick up Y/n’s pink pen off the floor. Holding it out towards her.

Y/n glanced down at his hand and grabbed her pen, their fingers brushing against each other.

Eddie could feel his heartbeat in his ears. The tips of his ears flushing red.

“Thanks Munson.” Y/n said shyly before walking away.

Eddie stood there for a moment in awe, watching her walk away once again. He smiled to himself like an idiot. He had finally talked to her! And… and she said his name! She knew who he was! He grinned as he walked off in the opposite direction to her towards the parking lot. This calls for a celebratory joint.

Y/n knocks on Chrissy’s front door, taking a deep breath to steel her nerves. As the cute redhead opened the door she grinned and waved her in for a hug. “You made it!” Chrissy said happily.

“Yep..” Y/n replied, before pulling away.

“A few of the other girls are here already. The guys are on their way, and some people will show up a little later.” She explained.

Y/n just nodded and followed her friend up the stairs. Cringing as the wood creaked under her weight.

When Chrissy opened the door to her bedroom Y/n was hit with a waft of multiple perfumes. Should Y/n have worn perfume too? Now she felt a little out of place. More so than usual.

The girls greeted Y/n as if they actually cared she was there. But Y/n knew she’d likely just be in the background of conversations and activities the entire slumber party, except for the few times Chrissy would interject to include her.

As the afternoon moved on the guys arrived. And after a few beers snuck from Chrissy’s fridge and many a conversations later. Ellie, another senior, brought up the classic idea of spin the bottle. Y/n expected to sit this one out, she was glad to. But just as she pulled out a magazine from beside Chrissy’s bed, she called over to Y/n.

“You gonna join?”

Y/n felt her stomach twist in nerves. And not in a good fluttery way.

“Um..”

“She seems like she doesn’t wanna..” A cheerleader interjercted.

“Yeah we wouldn’t wanna force her.” Another added.

Y/n nodded in agreement, ignoring the fact they didn’t want her to join, not out of concern for her comfort, but out of disgust.

“Oh c’mon. She’d be the only one sitting out. Besides, this is a fun game. Everyone should join.” Chrissy was being stubborn. The other girls and jocks had a tense atmosphere for a moment before agreeing with Chrissy. Few rolled their eyes, others had started to brew up mischievous ideas. Ones that Y/n would not be excited for.

As the game went on, Y/n sat beside Chrissy with bated breath. Praying the bottle would never land on her. Y/n wasn’t nervous because of the idea of kissing someone.. It was the idea of kissing one of these people that made her nervous. A few more rounds pass, Y/n letting out quiet sighs of relief every time. Until it spun again… and again… and slowed to a stop. It landed on her. Shit!

Y/n’s eyes widened just a bit as she held her breath. Oh no.

Chrissy giggled beside her, totally oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room. Andy licked his lips as he chuckled and looked at Y/n with a predatory gaze. A series of “ooh”’s were said as people giggled and laughed. Y/n felt her heart in her throat as Andy crawled across the circle to sit in front of Y/n. He leaned in and his hot breath tickled her ear. She felt repulsed.

“Is this your first kiss, piggy piggy?” He taunted. “I’m honored.”

Y/n felt her face flare up in shame and embarrassment. She shut her eyes as Andy leaned in, and just as his lips brushed against hers she pushed him away. Her eyes snapping open as she stood up clumsily and swiftly walked to the door, leaving her bag behind on Chrissy’s floor.

“Y/n?” Chrissy called after her. But she didn’t follow.

Y/n felt tears welling up in her eyes as she descended down the stairs and went out the front door after tugging her shoes on. This was a mistake.

Y/n barely paid attention to the warm tears streaming down her cheeks as she kept walking towards the direction of Hawkin’s public park. It was around 6pm and the sun was setting.

As she quietly sobbed she walked through the park and felt herself stop when she heard a voice, “Hello?” They said, concerned.

Y/n turned to her side and saw Eddie sitting on a bench just a couple feet away from here, school wire bound notebook in hand as he set his pencil on the side.

“Oh, hello.” Y/n said casually as if she wasn’t wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands right now. Shame bubbling up in her chest.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks before adding, “you’re crying- of course not- idiot.” He scolds himself before sighing and patting the empty space beside him.

Y/n contemplates just continuing to walk home, not wanting to embarrass herself any further in front of him. She ultimately takes a seat beside him though.

“Rough Friday?” He says.

Y/n chuckles through her tears and nods, “yeah, something like that.”

Eddie picks up his pencil and continues writing a few sentences before pausing, in thought, and he says, “wasn’t Chrissy having some lame slumber party today? Why aren’t you there?”

Y/n sighs as she slowly stops crying, remembering what Andy had said to her before she stormed away.

“I was there.. just left.”

Eddie nodded in understanding awkwardly and stiffly placed his arm on the back of the bench, behind Y/n’s back. Y/n noticed.

“Sounds like a nightmare having to stay around Jason and his goons for 24 hours.” Eddie says in a light hearted tone, trying to make her feel better. Little did he know his mere presence was proving enough to comfort her.

Y/n laughs lightly and wipes her eyes for a final time, sniffling.

“Yeah, it really sucks. Trust me. They’re even more obnoxious after they lose a game.”

Eddie groans and throws his head back, “I can imagine it! Horrible.” He cartoonishly shudders at the thought, making Y/n smile.

Eddie would be freaking out right now that he’s talking to the girl he’d been casually staring at all year if it weren’t for the fact she was crying. Poor thing..

“Y/n? Right?” He asks. He already knew her name. He just didn’t want to seem like a creep.

“Yeah.” She nods.

“What’re you working on here all alone?” Y/n asks, pointing to his notebook.

Eddie lights up, “working on the story for my campaign.”

“Campaign?”

“DnD campaign. It’s a game I like to play with my friends.” He explains.

Y/n nods, interested and leans against the bench, her back touching Eddie’s arm. He felt his ears get warm at the contact and he swallowed. She sure was close right now. If Eddie leaned over he could probably kiss her… he slammed the thought into a box in the back of his mind and came to the present moment again.

“Say Eddie, why have we never talked before?”

Eddie laughs, “sweetheart, we aren’t exactly the type of pair of people to mingle.”

Y/n feels herself grow warm at his casual endearment.

“You’re popular in your own way.” She says softly.

Eddie just grins at her, “yeah for all the wrong reasons it seems. Not like I give a shit though. They can say anything they want about me.” He looks to the distance, “I don’t let stupid stuff bother me.”

Y/n stares at his profile. He’s beautiful…

“You’re pretty cool Munson.” She says quietly.

Eddie feels his breath hitch at the compliment and glanced to meet her intense gaze. A look in her eyes Eddie can’t quite read.

“Thanks L/n. You too.”

After a long moment of eye contact Eddie clears his throat and stands up after checking his watch.

“Well! I’ve got some business to attend to, m’lady.” He says as he bows.

Y/n giggles and stands up too.

“Thanks for keeping me company princess.” He smiles at her, a soft look on his features.

“Thank you too Eddie.” She replies, blushing slightly as she watches him walk away.

As he turns a corner and goes out of sight Y/n sighs before glancing down at the bench and gasping.

“His pencil!”

The following Monday Y/n dreads going to school. She had been ignoring Chrissy’s calls all weekend and stayed in bed crying any chance she got alone.

Y/n was no stranger to the harsh words of her supposed “friends”. But it still hurt every time all the same.

Classes had been a nice distraction. But now it was lunch. And Y/n was not excited. How could she avoid Chrissy this time? It wasn’t as simple as ignoring the phone. This was in person. Y/n groans into her hands and gets up from her desk before slowly walking towards the cafeteria.

It’s right as she reaches the open double doors she remembers the extra pencil in her bag. She quickly grabs it into her hand and walks into the cafeteria. Strutting straight towards Munson, with a purpose.

“Dude…?” Jeff says, loosely pointing at Eddie. Well, behind Eddie.

“What?” Eddie snorts, taking a bite of his sandwich. It was dry school lunch food but it kept him fed so he didn’t care.

Just then, before Eddie could process the subtle sound of approaching footsteps over the loud cafeteria chatter, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

He rolls his eyes, expecting a fight to ensue, but turns around to be pleasantly surprised.

Y/n L/n stands there in all her glory looking down at him biting her lip nervously. She holds something in her hand towards him… a pencil.

“Oh! My pencil!” Eddie grins, grabbing it, their fingers brushing against each other once again.

Eddie doesn’t pay much mind to the contact, he was distracted by Y/n’s kind gesture, meanwhile Y/n feels her gut turn warm with butterflies. Gosh he was too cute.

Eddie stares at her expectantly afterwards, waiting to see if she was gonna leave. But Y/n just stands there. Awkwardly. Stiff.

“Do you need something else?” He asks gently.

Y/n stammered as her cheeks turned increasingly pink.

“Can I sit with you guys?” She mutters.

Eddie just barely hears her, and even when his brain processes her words he can barely believe it.

But before he can fuck himself over he says, “sure!” And scoots over to give Y/n some room.

Y/n smiled at him, this soft look all over her face that makes Eddie feel funny inside. The other hellfire club members watch in surprise as this cheerleader sits right beside their dungeon master pulling out a small lunch bag and a bottle of juice.

Eddie clears his throat, noticing the silence. And the conversation resumes.

Eddie and Y/n engage in their own conversation throughout lunch. Quietly talking back and forth as Y/n shares some biscuits with him from her lunch bag.

At one point she even offers him a sip of her juice. So casually Eddie almost accepts before his mind started blaring alarms about using the same straw she was using. His ears turning red as he politely declined out of respect for her. Even though she didn’t seem to mind.

The hellfire club members glance at the pair throughout lunch with curious eyes.

How did Eddie know her?

How did she know Eddie?

Why wasn’t she sitting where she usually sits?

And why does Chrissy Cunningham keep glancing over from across the cafeteria?

Y/n reluctantly goes to cheer practice after school. She was shaking like a chihuahua as she went to the locker room. But she wasn’t about to let some stupid spin the bottle game ruin her love for the sport.

“Y/n!” Chrissy.

Y/n cringes as she turns to face her friend, her only friend. Well, maybe Eddie was her friend now too…

“Are you okay?” She says worriedly, gently holding onto Y/n’s shoulders.

“I’m so fucking sorry about last weekend. I shouldn’t have forced you to play. Andy was such an asshole! I’ll never forgive that idiot!”

Y/n smiles weakly at the fuming girl and grabs her shoulders too, “Chrissy, it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.. i’m sorry I didn’t pick up your calls. I was embarrassed to talk about it.”

Chrissy smiles at her friend warmly and squeezes her shoulders in a reassuring type of manner.

“All good?”

“All good.”

And with that, the two finish changing and head out to the gym.

After that day. Eddie and Y/n start talking more. In between classes, during their shared classes, in the parking lot as Y/n walked home and Eddie walked to his beat up van. Chrissy would tease Y/n about it like it was some taboo thing. Which to some, it probably was. High school was so cliquey.

It was so easy to be around Eddie. So comfortable. It made Y/n smile just thinking about it. About him.

Eddie groaned as he flopped backwards onto his bed beside Gareth.

“Fuck!”

“What’s up?” Gareth says light heartedly.

“I think I love her.” Eddie says in a far away tone, staring up at the trailer’s ceiling with a thousand yard stare. His brows furrowed.

“The cheerleader?”

“Duh. Who else?” Eddie grumbles, glaring at his friend.

Gareth just smirks at his friend and hits the joint he’d been twiddling with in between his fingers.

“Are you serious about her?”

Eddie ponders for a minute.

“I mean… yeah. As serious as someone like me can be.”

Gareth chuckles.

“I just don’t want you guys to get shit on if you start dating. I know you don’t exactly like to hide who you are.”

Eddie huffs and holds his hand out, Gareth passes the joint.

“You’re right,” he takes a hit, “this is hypothetically if she was into me though.” Exhale.

“Oh dude she totally likes you back.” Gareth replies easily like it’s a no brainer.

Eddie coughs and feels his ears get warm at the thought of Y/n reciprocating his feelings.

“Yeah right. She probably just sees me as some dork she likes to hang around sometimes.”

Eddie passes the joint back to his friend.

“Whatever you say Munson. I’ll just tell you I told you so…”

Eddie thinks to himself for a few moments. The last thing he wants is for her to get hurt.

Y/n moans softly. Her fingers twirling faster circles onto her clit as she twitched and shudders. Arching her back as she curls her fingers inside of herself.

“Eddie.” She breathes out.

“Just like that princess,” Eddie praises, groaning as Y/n grinds her hips against his in a way that is just damn near perfect.

“Fuck i’m gonna cum soon-“ he grunts. Gripping her hips tight, moving her against him.

Stupid brain.

Y/n woke up earlier with a flushed face and arousal pooling in her underwear. And now here she was, getting herself off desperately to the thought of Eddie Munson. Her second friend.

“You feel so good baby,” he moans out breathily. He thrusts his hips up as he buries his face in the crook of Y/n’s neck, panting as he presses wet kisses to her warm flushed skin.

Y/n thrusts her fingers faster, feeling herself clench around herself. She bits back a moan as she arched her back and cums on her own hand. Imagining it was Eddie’s cock.

After coming down from her orgasm she huffs and goes to wash her hands in the bathroom. Returning to bed. She checks her clock. It was 2 in the morning. She sighs and gets comfy under her covers, and drifts off to sleep to the thought of Eddie.

The next day, Eddie and Y/n walked together out to the parking lot after school. They had been assigned a partner project in english class earlier that morning. And Eddie offered to drive them over to Y/n’s house.

“So, I am illiterate when it comes to classic literature, what exactly are we supposed to make a poster about?”

Y/n laughs and smiles at him, “to kill a mockingbird, we should make a fun poster so I don’t die of boredom while we work on this thing.”

Eddie agrees laughing and bumps his shoulder against hers, Y/n’s heart skipping around in her chest at the casual contact.

As they approach Eddie’s van, he rushes to open the passenger door and bows like a prince opening a carriage for a princess, “‘ere you go.”

She blushes and grins at him, “why thank you sir.”

Eddie jogs over to the other side and hops into the car.

Y/n can feel herself getting warmer as she’s enveloped by a scent that is so wholly Eddie. The stink of weed hung in the air, but there was also a more subtle masculine scent of leather and pine. Must be his shampoo.

Eddie starts the car and blasts the A/C. “Sorry about the smell. Wasn’t expecting a pretty girl to ride in here anytime soon.”

Y/n feels herself turn red. “No problem.” She says, trying to ignore his flattery.

As Eddie pulls up into Y/n’s empty driveway. He decided to not ask about her parents, thinking if he doesn’t acknowledge the fact they’d be here alone then he wouldn’t freak out nearly as hard as usual.

Y/n opens the door to her bedroom with a shy smile, “here we are.”

Eddie awkwardly walks inside the girly room and takes a seat on her plush bed.

“Quite the place you’ve got here.. very, you.”

Y/n chuckles and sits beside him. “That a compliment?”

Eddie nods right away, “of course sweetheart.”

Y/n twiddles her thumbs for a bit before getting up to gather some paper and pencils, as well as a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird from her backpack.

She moves to get comfy on her bed and looks at Eddie, silently asking him to do the same.

Eddie kicks off his shoes and sits across from her. Opening the book with an uninterested gaze as he flips through the pages.

“Lame.” He says plainly.

She giggles, “it doesn’t have to be..” she says teasingly.

Eddie feels his ears warm up yet again. Did she have to say it so… flirty? Eddie clears his head and refocuses onto the project. He must be overthinking it.

As time passes Y/n grows bored. She enjoyed spending time with Eddie. But she’d much rather they do something else other than write bullet points on the plot and characters of this old ass novel.

She glanced up at him through her eyelashes as she gathers up the guts to make a move.

It was now or never.

And Y/n liked him, like a lot… it was worth a shot. Even if he only saw her as a friend. At least she could say she tried.

“Hey Eddie…”

She took a deep breath.

“W-what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

Idiot!

“Chocolate mint chip.” He answered, glad to change the topic off of Atticus Finch’s childhoo backstory.

“Why do you ask?”

Fuck it.

“Because I wanna kiss you-“ Y/n blurts out.

Eddie feels his face flush red as he stares at you dumbfounded.

“Sorry what?” He whispers.

“I said I wanna kiss you?” Y/n says more firmly. “Can I kiss you?” She whispers.

Eddie feels himself nod like an idiot, Y/n scoots closer on top of their boring homework, crumpling it in the process, but they didn’t care. All they could focus on was each other.

Y/n places a tentative hand on Eddie’s denim clad thigh. Black jeans. So Eddie. She thought with a small smile. Eddie feels his breath hitch at her advances, he keeps glancing between her eyes and her soft looking lips. Her stupid kissable lips .

Y/n’s eyes flutter shut as she leans in and brushes her lips softly against his.

He suppresses a groan that rumbles in his chest as he clumsily leans in further, pressing his lips against hers.

Y/n takes the lead, Eddie felt a bit embarrassed. It was clear she had done this before.

Eddie hadn’t kissed anyone besides his mom and aunts. Let alone kiss anyone on the lips like this. Never before had he done something so, intimate.

She licks the seam of his lips teasingly. He shudders as he parts his lips naturally.

She slides her tongue into his mouth and sensually slides against his.

He feels himself quickly start to grow hard in his skinny jeans. He was kissing the girl he had been in love with since last year. This was insane.

Eddie hesitantly hovers a hand by Y/n’s waist. She pushes his hand to rest against her side and he sighs against her lips at the contact.

Gaining confidence after a few moment Eddie slowly slides his hand down and trails up her side underneath her shirt. He pulls away to whisper against her lips, “is this okay?” He’s breathless. But so is she.

She smiles and kisses him again, “yeah..”

He smiles back, the two of them smitten.

Eddie felt like a freshman again with how giddy he was. He was a man now. 19 years of age. But here he is, erection straining against his tight jeans as he kisses his crush with red cheeks like a tomato.

Yet he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Eddie can I try something? Tell me if it’s too much ‘kay?”

Eddie nods and mutters out a soft, “yeah okay.”

She asks him to switch spots with her and lean against her headboard. He obeys because at this point if she asked him to go out streaking in the neighborhood he would if it was for her.

Y/n crawls closer to him and slowly straddles his lap, giving him time to back out if he wants. But he doesn’t want to. Why the fuck would he want to do that.

He softly grips her hips as he looks up at her, she looks down at him through her eyelashes with a flushed face and grins, shuffling in his lap, grinding against his hard length.

“Fffuck.” He whispers.

She giggles and does it again, “feel good Eds?”

He throws his head back at the nickname and groans, “yes, hell yes.”

“Just say if it’s too much okay?” She said, picking up speed as she humps against his clothed cock, her own underwear growing wet underneath her shorts.

Eddie just nods and holds her tight, burying his head in the crook of her neck, letting out little huffs of breath everytime she grinds against him just right.

Growing desperate Eddie whimpers, “more, please princess.”

She bits her lip to hold back a moan at his needy plea and lifts herself up to remove her shorts. Sliding her underwear down with them.

Eddie stares down at her bare bottom half in awe. Feeling himself twitch against his now probably soiled boxers.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.”

Y/n flushes and straddles him again, this time a little lower, “thank you.” She places her soft hands where he wanted them most. And he let out a shaky breath.

“Please..”

With a smirk and a glance into his wide pupiled eyes she slowly unzips the zipper on his jean. He lifts his hips just enough for her to pull his jeans down to expose his boxers. Y/n could clearly see his erection straining against the fabric, a faint wet spot where his tip must be.

She licks her lips, palming his cock through his boxers for a moment before pulling that down too and exposing his bare cock.

Eddie flushes.

“I have to tell you princess-.. i have no fucking clue what i’m doing here.” He admits, embarrassed.

Y/n just smiles at him softly and kisses his cheeks.

“It’s okay Eds. Just let me know if it’s too much.”

“Yes ma’am..”

She slowly wraps one hand around his warm, hard, cock. And gives him a tentative stroke.

At his eager reaction, she strokes up and down again.. and again.. and again, and again.

He bits back moans as he grips her waist tighter. His hand move up under to shirt to fondle her breasts.

She moans as she swipes her thumb over his tip, Eddie bucking his hips up in response.

���Wanna fuck me Eddie?” She asks breathlessly, “I want you inside, need you.” She whines, staring him in the eyes.

The words go straight to his throbbing dick as he nods dumbly and moves his other hand down to cup her wet, exposed heat.

She shudders at his touch and scoots up on his lap. Lifting herself she grabs at his cock and rubs it through her wet folds.

They both groan.

“Please,” he whines.

“Don’t worry Eddie,” she says as she slips his tip inside her entrance slowly.

He throws his head back in pleasure as she slowly goes inch by inch down his length. Her tight, velvety walls practically sucking him in deeper until he’s balls deep in her wet cunt.

“Fuck” he growls.

She chuckles before lifting herself up and slamming back down against his lap.

They both let out strings of moans, repeating each other’s name is in between broken groans like a prayer.

Eddie starts gripping her hard enough to help her move up and down against his cock.

She moves a hand down to rub circles on her clit, leaning against Eddie to suckle at his neck.

He groans, thrusting up against her plump, plush form as he grips handfuls of her soft skin in his rough hands.

“You feel so fucking good,”

“So deep inside me Eds-“

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum if you keep saying shit like that.” He breathes out a laugh.

“Wan’ you to cum inside Eds, cum inside me!” She begs.

Eddie shudders ar her words and gives a final few harsh thrusts before stilling and hugging her close, feeling himself twitch inside her as she clenched around him, her walls pulsing as they both reach their climax.

You feel warm spurts of his cum shoot deep inside of you, against your walls while your cunt gushes around his cock.

After a few moments of silence besides the heavy breathing. Y/n slowly lifts herself up with trembling thighs and moves to sit beside him.

“Fuck.” She sighs.

“Fuck indeed we did princess.”

She laughs and slaps his arm playfully.

“Dork.”

“But i’m your dork now right?” He whispers hopefully, turning to look at her.

She smiles and glances down between his soft vulnerable gaze and his kiss swollen lips.

“C’mere-“ she mutters as she reaches over and pulls him in for a kiss.

A/n :

hope u liked it, this is my first oneshot.

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Could I perhaps suggest a tiny little itty bitty blurb between Wyatt, Wiley, and reader pretty please? *I bat my eyelashes politely* Your writing is amazing btw!!!

This one actually tore my heart out. I love Haymitch so so much, but WILEY AND WYATT OH BE STILL MY HEART. Also I love writing a little blurb like this so if anyone wants to see more plz feel free to ask!!

I watched from the kitchen as Wiley played with the tiny wooden truck I’d gotten from the Hob. Ma was sleeping in the back bedroom, she’d been taking sleeping syrup more and more and spent most of the day passed out in bed. In one of her more coherent moments she’d scolded me for still letting him play with toys, going on about how 6 years old should be helping out around the house more. I’d rolled my eyes and ignored her. 

Moments like these kept me frozen, mind moving in directions I’d rather not wander towards. Wiley had begged me to turn on the record player, picking out something soft to surround us while I made dinner. The faint voice of the singer, the sounds of Wiley giggling as he pushed the car around his feet, and the crackling of the stove fought to drown out my thoughts. 

The noise never did. 

Sometimes I could see the life I had hoped for, grieved over, so easily. 

Wyatt squatted down next to Wiley, one hand on his knee while the other pointed to the car. 

“I bet I can get some paint from the Hob. What color do ‘ya want it to be, Wiles?” He asked, a grin on his face as his look-a-like flashed him a matching smile, with a few teeth missing, of course. 

“Can we do green, daddy?” My baby begged, wide eyes watching carefully as Wyatt pretended to ponder it. I shook my head, about to go back to chopping up some carrots for our stew. 

“What do you think of green, darlin’?” he called to me, eyes sparkling with adoration. I couldn’t help a giggle and a grin, setting my hands on my hip and leaning against the table. 

“I think green is a wonderful color, but if you asked me, I think a nice earthy brown would be better.” I knew Wyatt would have an easier time finding brown than green. Better not to get Wiley’s hopes up. 

Wiley pouted, getting the same look Wyatt just had moments ago, pondering if that really would look better than green. 

“Mama, why would we make my car the color of dirt?” He asked innocently, his big eyes peering into mine full of suspicion. Wyatt let out a gruff laugh under his breath, his hand moving to ruffle Wiley’s hair. 

“We’ll have to think about it more after dinner. Mama’s stew smells pretty good, doesn’t it?” I gave Wyatt a thankful look, finally turning around and adding the carrots. 

I felt large hands come up behind me, pulling me towards a firm chest. Wyatt spread kisses to my neck, smiling shyly into me. No matter how old he got, he was still the shy, awkward boy he’d been in his youth. 

“Smell good darlin’. Always takin’ such good care of us.” I fought back a blush at his words, rapidly losing as red took over my cheeks. 

“Your dad offered to take Wiley this Saturday” I muttered, feeling his shit eating grin get wider at my implication. His grip tightened around my hips, spinning me around abruptly and cupping my face in his hands. 

I let out a breathless laugh at his antics, any protests about dinner falling flat at the way he looked at me. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He breathed. I furrowed my brows. 

“For what? Making dinner?” He shook his head, chuckling at my question before becoming serious again. 

“For all of this. I didn’t think I’d have this, thought I’d spend the rest of my life with everyone looking down on me, working for my dad. You gave me something else, a whole new life with our boy. The odds of this happening for me were slim, trust me, I know,  and somehow you just came in and wiped the board clean. I never thought I’d love anything as much as I love you and our baby.” He said, voice raw and so honest it made me want to cry. I brought his hand up to my lips, leaving kisses on his palm as he closed his eyes. 

“Eww.”  Wiley’s voice cut through, sticking out his tongue at his father and I. Wyatt opened his eyes, looking into mine before we erupted into laughs. I peeked over his shoulder, my little boy standing with his hands on his hips, face scrunched up in disgust. 

“Aw, get on over here baby.” I said, a smile playing on my face as I made a grabby hand at him. He shook his head, looking away from us as he crossed his arms. 

Wyatt broke from me, taking two steps over before Wiley knew what was happening, swinging our boy over his shoulder as Wiley protested. I swept behind Wyatt, taking Wiley’s face in my hands and spreading quick kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. 

His little protests and frown turned into a fit of giggles, feet kicking, “mama it tickles!” he yelped. 

“Did you mean to say, mama more kisses?” Wyatt asked innocently, turning his head and blowing a raspberry into Wiley’s side, causing laughs to turn hysterical in our sweet little boy. 

I let him breathe for a minute, Wyatt using the chance to pull me into his side as he still held Wiley like a sack of potatoes. He placed a loving kiss on both of our temples, breathing in the moment. 

“What are the odds we can catch fireflies when it gets dark, daddy?” Wiley asked. He loved to ask “what are the odds” before every question, Jethro explaining once what Wyatt used to do, oddsmaking now becoming our boys new obsession. 

Wyatt grinned, looking to me for approval. I rolled my eyes and nodded, never being able to say no to my boys. 

“I’d say pretty good. Even better if you eat all your dinner.” He poked him, causing even more giggles. 

I smiled at my boys, identical in almost every way, utter and completely mine to love and spoil. Both looked at me, matching grins as I poured soup into each of their bowls and motioned for them to sit at the table. 

“What do we say, Wiles?” Wyatt nudged him, Wiley thinking for a minute. 

“Thank you mama!” He exclaimed. Wyatt just nodded and raised an eyebrow. 

“And?” I rolled my eyes at him, picking up my spoon.

“I love you, mama.” My heart melted in my chest at my sweet little boy. Before I got the chance to respond, Wiley asked his father the same question. 

“Daddy, you gotta say it too!” 

Wyatt took a breath, whispering something that sounded like ‘course I do before looking me in the eyes again. 

“Thank you darlin’. I love you.” 

I gave both my boys a big smile, leaning closer to them. 

“Love you both. More than anything.” 

[sludgewolf]

Hiii! I was wondering if I can request hazard dating hcs with a short fem!reader who likes feminine things and likes to dress in pink attire? Please and thank u 😽😽

That's such a cute idea, so sk8r boy vibes ;-; btw love your pfp, he would Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post Masterlist

He was a punk and she did ballet - Hazard x Reader

He's such a softie for you, despite his size Haz is puddy on your hands, all you need to do is bat your eyelashes at his direction that you've got whatever you want

even when you don't ask, Findley will still surprises you with plushies or fresh flowers almost every week just to see the look on your face

Your designated driver, you'll never have to drive when with him

gives you full control over the AC and radio

just don't push your luck with pop, country or funk cuz he will revoke your radio privileges if you play bad songs

Likes to pick you up and have you on his lap when busy or simply when he's stuck sitting somewhere, be it for major repairs on his prostetics or getting new tattoos

or like that time he was waiting for Susie to finish engraving some of the flowers you doodled on his shotgun arm

when he can't have on his lap Haz sits you on a counter by his side as he goes about his business

you in turn constantly drag him over by his spikes in order to steal kisses that leave him chasing your lips

Absolutelly loves pink too, one of his favorite colors bc of how bold it is, besides he thinks its cute how your pinks matches well with his purples

and he isn't about to let society dictate what colors he should or should not like bc of smt so arbritrary as gender

You once covered his right arm in sanrio and winx club stickers while he was asleep, Find then refused to take them off no matter what

he was so sad when they fell off during a fight that he picked back up those he could find and glued them on your shared room door

Findlay has the habit of putting things away on the tallest shelves since it just is more convenient for him

but even if not on purpose he does love to watch as you struggle to reach for things just for not five minutes later to have you pouting at his side asking for help

which he ofc does, though he has the smuggest look on his face as he does

A sucker for headpats!!

Will sit down in front of you hoping you get the hint and play w his hair

you're forbitten from keeping them from him tho, you must meet the daily headpat quota or he'll sulk for the rest of the day

Asks for your help with makeup, and expecially his eyeliner before taking you out on dates, he has to look good for you

he is one of those guys that actually knows how to properly put on lipbalm (so proud of him)

Regularly calls you Short Stack and will lean his elbow on your head as he pretends to look for you

Gets so flustered when you compliment him, using cute pet names and softly holding his face

full on stuttering and flushing tomato red, you weaponize it after he teases you for your height

Haz leaves his shirts lying around the room so you may steal them without knowing it was actually his plan all along

you wearing them is his favorite sight in the morning

which goes along perfectly with the lazy mornings you spend together, when he won't let you out of bed demanding some more cuddle time w his love

If you liked this pls reblog and comment so I know to write more like it reblogs >>> likes

[literaila]

When do you think in the family au that Gojo realized he was in love?

I live for your au btw, I’m patient and respectful, you should never feel pressured to update or post!!! But also I literally check every day to see if you graced us with more 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

satoru is sitting on the love seat in the common room, pouting.

okay, sure. he’s known for his ability to talk until the sun goes down, but honestly, he’s not that bad. really, he could talk forever, about whatever he wanted, to anyone.

but he was only explaining the mechanics of infinity. for… a half an hour, maybe.

his friends suck.

what could be more interesting than him? nanami’s recipe for onigiri?

still, when you walk over to him, flopping into the space next to him—which is occupying his foot, thank you—he brightens just a little bit.

is it so bad to want attention?

“you know,” you start, while satoru tries to dig his foot from under you. “if you actually listen to people when they talk, they’re usually more inclined to listen to you.”

“oh, is that how it works?” satoru grunts. “i had no idea.”

“clearly.”

“you listen to me, even though i’ve barely ever spoken to you.”

you raise a brow at him. “do you have amnesia? you sit outside my door on the weekends for hours until i let you in. i’ve heard you singing to yourself out there.”

“that’s not a conversation.”

you nudge him, a lax smile on your face. “being interesting also helps, if you want people to listen to you.”

“hey, i’m interesting!”

“mm…” you nod your head, looking away subtly. “for sure, satoru.”

“you’re supposed to be my friend, you know? friends don’t bully each other.”

you look back at him, tilting your head. “that must be why you don’t have any.”

at that, satoru’s lip twitches a little. but it’s not because he finds you amusing, no. it’s just that… sometimes you look at him and he—

it doesn’t matter.

“did you come over here just to torment me?” he pouts, arms still crossed. but his eyes are much more active now, his face trying to be a sly thing that it isn’t.

“no, you just looked a little lonely.”

“awww,” satoru leans down so you can see his eyelashes fluttering at you. “were you worried about me?”

“i could just already hear the complaining,” you retort, rolling your eyes again.

“are you psychic, too?”

“yup,” you pop, grabbing something from behind your back. “which is why i also brought you this.”

you hand him a blueberry ramune, which just so happens to be his favorite.

satoru gasps like a child being given their favorite toy, taking it from you immediately. he opens it, and then pauses. “wait… what’d you do to this?”

you scoff. “geez, satoru. do you get poisoned often?”

“i have many enemies.”

“oh, right. i forgot. you’re well hated.”

satoru smirks, leaning almost over you. “not by you, though. you like me.”

you push him away with a finger. “you just looked pale. like, even more pale than usual.”

“that’s rude.”

“drink up,” you tell him, but only as you try to grab it from him. satoru relishes the feeling of you leaning over him. “we wouldn’t want you to go thirsty,” you say, but with a sickly sweetness.

“this is not making me feel any less threatened.”

you laugh, sitting back.

“you even got my favorite one, too.”

“that’s just a coincidence. though, you would like the worst flavor.”

“this is nearing harassment,” satoru says. “if you’re stalking me, i’m going to have to tell yaga.”

this time when you laugh, you snort, and you lean over again, but only to clutch your stomach.

satoru smiles along with you, and he feels… almost alive. more than a vessel of power, for just a moment.

and yeah, maybe it’s not just attention that satoru likes.

maybe it’s you.

[wheneclipsefalls]

Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.

Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode

Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam

Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.

A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3

“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing. 

“Who is she?�� He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan. 

Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamai’s hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time. 

“Her name’s Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.” Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. “Now if you’ll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.” 

Neteyam’s own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxolo’s lips. Neteyam’s sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mate’s face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him. 

“Nete!” Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. “Please for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!” 

Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically. 

“Remind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.” He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.

Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he would’ve found more interest in understanding her process. 

“I just thought it would be a nice gift for Olo’eyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.” She cooed, pinching Neteyam’s cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.

“Nice for him or nice for you that he’d be in a grateful mood?” 

Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug. 

“What do you need from him?” Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai. 

“It’s always advantageous to be on Olo’eyktan’s good side.” Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. “Something you should do well to learn.” Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually. 

“Oh.” She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Olo’eyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxolo’s credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girl’s touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance. 

“Common whore.” Vamai scoffed. 

No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldn’t stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasn’t enough to notice the way Kxolo’s tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega. 

There shouldn’t be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence. 

He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it. 

“Are you…going to do something about it?” Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look. 

Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair? 

No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Olo’eyktan’s mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxolo’s patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxolo’s advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mate’s knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all. 

“I can’t. Wouldn’t be appropriate.” He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side. 

“Do you want me to hit her?” 

“What?!”

Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamai’s ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of. 

“What? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.” Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omega’s resolve. 

“N-no Vamai… you…you can’t.” He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. “Kxolo would be outraged.” 

“That painting is practically a get out of jail free card.” She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. “Just say the word.” 

Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mind’s eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience. 

“Just finish the painting.” His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast. 

Neteyam’s one comfort was Vamai’s obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him. 

Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Na’vi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy. 

So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the day’s hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldn’t recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyra’s screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there. 

Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group. 

“It’s always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyam’s flattering or Olo’eyktan’s heavy hand.” Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register. 

“What?” He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily. 

“Are you feeling well, Neteyam?” Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamil’s voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.

Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega. 

One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyra’s ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fire’s flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldn’t recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate. 

Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girl’s eyes obviously raked over the alpha’s form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxolo’s bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldn’t care less about their age. 

He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized. 

“Fine.” He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxolo’s lap. 

As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxolo’s throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Olo’eyktan’s affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted. 

Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxolo’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Olo’eyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire. 

A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same. 

“You’ll have to do a bit better than that, little one.” 

Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over. 

“If you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.” Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment. 

Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Olo’eyktan’s expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mate’s countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all. 

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasn’t often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxolo’s commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Olo’eyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate. 

Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxolo’s neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being. 

Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal. 

No.

This was not her fight.

Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.

She was his.

Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away. 

A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxolo’s mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxolo’s legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alpha’s mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.

The Olo’ektan’s hands trailed and mapped over Neteyam’s lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyam’s hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyam’s hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against  Kxolo’s groin. Were it not for his mate’s stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes. 

Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyam’s spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omega’s lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night. 

The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxolo’s collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxolo’s viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mate’s eyes. 

However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled. 

Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyam’s side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omega’s countenance. 

His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mate’s most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Pulo’s muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it. 

One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyam’s ears, especially when accompanied by his mate’s groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed. 

Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another. 

Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mate’s. 

However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didn’t darelook up at his expression. 

A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyam’s brain. 

Your mischief knows no bounds, little one

Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyam’s stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxolo’s abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girls’ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure. 

My jealous little mate

Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Olo’eyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxolo’s decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning. 

Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit. 

Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love

Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxolo’s lead. 

I know

Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxolo’s deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Olo’eyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure. 

I hope it’s worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior. 

Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyam’s own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.

Oh it was worth it. 

More than worth it. 

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[judasgot-it]

Hiii! I suddenly had an idea like a vision or something tehee

imagine after a party (idk, hunting dogs celebrating another victory) and s/o’s feet hurt for her heels so tecchou noticing, carries her on his back. sorry if it was simple

btw Can i call you Judy and be 🪻anon?

You've gifted me a nickname and all I did was ignore you. I think the best thing that should be done is that I write your ask and that you beat me (jk please don't I'm just a writer. but ily flower anon that nickname is so sweet u have full use to call me it <3)

Scenario: Husband! Tecchou carries fem! reader around while at a party (TW for reader being a little drunk at some parts lol)

1 k words

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Wiser

1:15 AM

The work party was still raging on.

Fukuchi and Teruko were screaming a duet into the karaoke machine, some sort of anime intro that Tachihara complained only old people would know.

Jouno was surprisingly still in the room, forcing some poor chef to make another batch of some overly complicated dish that apparently only Jouno could appreciate. There was a gun on the table, although surprisingly it wasn't pointed at anyone yet.

You could breathe a sigh of relief at that.

All you were looking for now was Tecchou. He had gone missing around half an hour ago, doing who knew what. He was the one thing keeping you alive at this party, considering how you were one or two drinks away from either passing out on the floor or just trying to take yourself home.

Your feet hurt, what else could you say? Maybe you were a little bit too drunk right now since you were sad over where you had placed your shoes. They were somewhere in the room, you were sure of it.

It was a really emotional endeavor, enough that you felt tears start to come to your eyes thinking about where you placed them. You tried to wipe them away the best you could, trying to not hit your face with the pair of shoes you were holding in your hands.

You walked across the room, hoping to find your husband in the crowd of very important government people whose names had lost you at that moment. Thankfully no one approached you, although maybe it was because they were all as messy as you were.

Tecchou was one of the tallest people there, and even on your tippy toes, you couldn't find his messy chestnut hair in the sea of heads. The feeling of panic started to settle quickly, your heart almost beating outside of your chest - your husband could be almost anywhere.

You turned around, feeling your tongue fall into your throat as you still couldn't locate your man. Wiping your wet eyes, you watched as a man approached you - tall, with messy chestnut hair.

Swallowing deeply, you tried to compose yourself as you saw his eyes land directly onto yours. Against your will, your eyes began to well up with tears once again.

Your feet guided you, rushing towards him like a bullet.

There was no thought as you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried down inside of his red suit. You sighed with relief as you felt your cold nose start to warm up against his body, the air you breathed our fanning against the cold skin on your cheeks as you nuzzled deeper onto him.

“Oh, there you are Angel.”

Two hands pulled at your arms, their warmth shocking your cold skin into goosebumps. His fingertips danced along your skin, callouses massaging your skin all the way up to your shoulders.

“I was looking for you. I was starting to think you got lost.”

You looked up as you said this, blinking innocently up into his honey eyes. He leaned his head a little bit away to stare at you, the tattoos on his cheek blending in with his long eyelashes.

Watching them twitch made your lips curve up, how they perfectly melted in together. You took one of your hands and pulled his face to look down at you properly, his brows pinching as he took in the full sight of you.

“You're so pretty Tecchou. Do you ever hear that?”

He smiled at those words, leaning closer into your hand.

“You told me that on our wedding night, actually.”

His brows pinched again, his gaze looking downward once again.

“Angel, why aren't you wearing your shoes?”

His words took a little to sink in, you still too busy watching how his beautiful face pulled apart as he said those words - the tattoos underneath his eye moving just underneath the small creases from his smile.

“Hmm… My feet hurt.”

You other hand lowered itself, cradling his waist as you swayed to the music that played throughout the room. It was easy to ignore the horrible singing that accomidated it, as you instead focused on the strong muscles that were barely consealed underneath Tecchou's suit.

He barely budges, only swaying slightly as he let you have your moment - watching you with hooded eyes. His steps were small, his heels clicking lightly against the tile of the dance floor.

“You know, if your feet hurt I can just carry you around.”

Stopping, you looked up at him, looking at his face carefully. His eyes held no lie, seeing as he was always a truthful man.

“Are you sure about that?” It was always polite to ask in your mind, even when you were challenging one of the strongest men you knew.

“I can lift twice your weight, you know that angel.“

A small smirk spread on his face as he said this, his eyes poring through your figure. His hands traveled down to your waist, squeezing you gently.

”I wouldn't break a sweat at all, if that's what you're worried about.“

You didn't have time to react as you stomach did twists, Tecchou manhandling you into a bride carry with ease.

”Oh my god, Tecchou!”

It was impossible to hide the joy in your words as he carried you, continuing the dance you had started earlier with ease. He hummed along softly to the song that still played, ignoring whatever wailing words were coming out of a horribly drunk Fukuchi's mouth at that moment.

It wouldn't ruin yours at the very least.

“What? I'm not going to let you walk around while your feet hurt.”

He danced with ease, completing a lazy waltz with you in his arms. His soft locks were lit up by the chandelier above, turned into a soft caramel from the light that shone through the strands. They stuck up in all sorts of directions, forming a creme brulee halo around his face.

You brought one of your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing your fingers to sift through the longer strangs of his hair. It was soft, almost an estactic feeling to have something so ethereal under your hand.

“You're so gorgeous.”

His face was closer to yours, his nose nearly brushing against yours. You giggled, stealing his air as you did so.

“I think you said that to me on our wedding night, handsome.“

His lips were pressed against yours, his handsome face blocking your vision for the rest of that night.

[squiiv]

don't forget to kiss me!

..or else you'll have to miss me!

—    pavitr prabhakar x gn!reader

*reader knows that pav is spiderman

somewhat based off of ‘glue song’ by the one and only beabadoobee!

!!NOT PROOFREAD!!

☆ …

𒁷 sfw! 

𒁷 cw// a ton of smooching, clinginess, cheesy, pav is a little cutie patootie i love him :(

♥ waking up first thing in the morning to see your boyfriend peacefully sleeping, wrapped in your arms, clinging on to you as if he’ll lose you if he even dares to let go.

♥ you attempt to sit up, only to be brought closer (you're not even sure how it was possible to be even closer than you already were) to your boyfriend..he just can't let you go!

♥ after 20 long minutes, you've decided you should definitely get out of bed now, the two of you had already laid like this together for a long while..he won't mind, right?

♥ you were wrong. when you told your lovely, charming..boyfriend..that you needed to get up, this news only upset him.

“pav…. i really need to get up now.” you sighed, still holding on tightly to his figure. his eyes were still half closed, his long eyelashes batting against his face once he blinked to look up at your face, only to be met with a frown. once the words fully registered in his head, he pouts, “but..you promised you would stay in with me today..you wouldn't want to disappoint the spiderman, would you..?” 

you laugh softly at his words, you really didn't want to leave him, but some unexpected business came up. you began running your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “i know, i know. i don't want to leave you..but i'll be back so, so soon. you won't even notice i'm gone.” he pulls you in even closer, burying his head back into your chest. “can't you just do it later..? you're so warm..i could sleep here forever if it meant i would get to stay in your arms.” 

“...really?” you sigh, not denying the words he said did sound nice. you wish you could stay here forever with him, separated from the hectic lives you both lived. “i'm serious..! if i could stay here with you forever, i would be the happiest man alive..” you blush at his words, he always makes being forward seem so..easy. “i…i'm sorry, my love. i wish i could stay, i really do.” 

“..it's fine. i'll let you leave, if you promise me something..!” you're met with a disappointed look on pav’s face, and it only makes you feel even worse for leaving him like this. “oh, don't be sad..please. i promise, i'll do anything you wish, okay?” 

you start pressing soft kisses all over his face, starting with his forehead, down to his cheeks, and finally placing one on his lips. you continue peppering his face with soft, love-filled kisses, as you cup his cheeks with your hands. once you pull away, you finally see the blush covering his full face.

“my love, my darling..there isn't a single moment of us being apart from each other where i don't think about you and when i'll see you again..you brighten up my world, you lighten my every day.” he seems taken aback at your words, eyes widening ever so slightly. he then smiles, cupping your cheek in his hand while pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your lips as well.

“i love you so, so much my dear…i'm so glad i get to start and end every single day with you in my arms..i couldn't be happier.” he smiles, genuine love in his gaze as he makes eye contact with you. “now…promise me that tomorrow, we can stay here together all day in each other's arms..please?” he pleads, earning a soft grin from you.

“of course. nothing would make me happier than to spend my day wrapped up like this with you. i promise, when i get home later i’ll be back with presents in hand for you, alright?” you chuckle, pressing one last kiss to his forehead.

“i'll be waiting for you here…my love.”

this was my first fic btw, so i hope it's somewhat decent..😭 idk if i'll start posting on here or not! this was just a little test and i've been thinking about pav non stop lol ^_^ please remember he is a MINOR so i will not be posting anything nsfw. if i do end up posting on here my works will mostly be sfw!! i hope u enjoyed :)

P.S: ik in the description i said it was based off of glue song but it kinda isn't. i started writing this with the idea of that but i ended up forgetting about it.

[dere-yanyan]

Rosé Misfortune

↬ m. yanderes x gn. reader

It was an accident. You should never have decided to create that.

With all your desperation to gain mutual feelings, you brewed a love potion. Now, imagine your horror when the wrong person drank that very potion.

An original story introduction post.

Welcome, welcome! Thank you for taking interest!

As you can see, the cover art is... just a sketch. I'm an artist as well as a writer, but my drawing skills are buffering [it's stuck in 16 yo me's style]. I'll finish that art someday.

Right now, it's a concept. Which is the very thing the story, Rosé Misfortune, currently is.

WARNINGS ;

This is a yandere story.

Obsessive, possessive, manipulation, dubcon, stalker behaviors.

HOWEVER, I will not write pure smut.

Tension & suggestive, yes, but never explicit.

MC (reader) is morally gray/stupid. They used a love potion without consent.

I should say they might get annoying at times, depending on you tbh 😭

There are two (2) yanderes, so it's a love triangle,, or a love corner.

Rosé Misfortune—in which you, a college student, are working part-time in a cafe.

No partner since birth.

And having to watch all those couples have a date in the cafe? It's painful. Your chest hurts, literally, and you don't know if you should be concerned.

Rosé Misfortune—in which you, the protagonist, find yourself head over heels over your co-worker.

How convenient that your world has living witches in it.

In fact, your best friend is a witch who specializes in brewing potions.

How very convenient.

Rosé Misfortune—in which despite your best judgment, you decide to brew a love potion. Trix, for some reason, helps you with your wish.

Then the wrong person takes the horribly-made potion.

— MEET BEATRIX !!

Or, for short, Trix. Your best friend and current roommate.

Coming from a line of magical witches, Trix doesn't exactly know how to cast a wand. Instead, she learns to brew potions and decides to make it her life's work to engineer new ones.

Her ancient family heirloom, a whole book of potions, can finally be used with her very hands!!

A big responsibility, indeed.

— MEET GRANT !!

The guy you're crushing on. A barista just like you. Newest recruit, actually.

Grant's unbelievably basic. But also very gentlemanly, kind, warm gaze, soft spoken, patient, and chill. His adorable freckles and thick eyelashes— wait, who's talking?

Some would say you only like him because you're desperate.

— MEET RIVER !!

a/n: btw he's tall, and has a much darker skin than in the picture 😭 limited colors of skin, sadly. will change soon

The baker in the back of the cafe. You barely see him, and you barely speak to him. Sometimes, he'd act like you don't exist.

You don't mind. There's probably something going on with him. Or, at least, you hope his glares aren't intentional.

But... for such a dry guy, he sure makes the best sweets ever.

THE STORY IS NOT FINALIZED.

It has a three-chapter book in Wattpad [click the underlined for link], but I will not deem it canon. Although it's close.

This post is only a summary of the story—a premise, a gist.

I am still exploring the potential of this story, so some may be different from other depictions.

➵ Requests are open! 💌

Feel free to ask about the story, the characters, and the scenarios itself fr!!

PICREW LINKS:

Trix ; https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1787745

Grant & River ; https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2151243

altho the pictures were created a long time ago,,,

[siriuslygay1981]

Angry, possessive Barty who watches Remus and Sirius talking, he thinks about how Remus used to like Sirius and he's heated immediately. He's working himself up watching how Sirius beats his eyelashes (he's just blinking) he's grinding his teeth and glaring at the two.

Barty ends up waiting till Sirius leaves before coming up behind and grabbing remus' waist

Into his neck he whispers SMTHN possessive (I'll kill him if he touches you, kill you if you let him)

Remus is so very fond, and also annoyed (shut up you possessive bastard and let's go.) cuz he's turned on fuck u

He just turns around and kisses Barty and Barty bites him and he pulls back with blood dripping down both their lips and they make out against the wall and then Barty drags them upstairs and bam fuckin all over Sirius' bed as a big fuck you.

They tumble a bit but honestly Remus is so turned on he gives control almost immediately, he still makes Barty work for it but he planned on bottoming as soon as Barty whispered in his ear.

Barty is making Remus yell and be loud and saying all types of possessive crap while he teases TF out of him.

"He can't get you like this"

"I make you feel so good, bet he couldn't even get you as wet as I do"

"Fucking slut, letting him give you those fuck me eyes"

"He couldn't make you beg like I do, he wouldn't fuck you how you like"

"I should fuck you in front of him, show him the only person that can fuck you right"

"Maybe that's what you want-too fucking bad though. No one gets to see you when you're being my little whore"

"No one gets to have you like this Remus, I'll fucking kill anyone who tries"

And then he bites TF out of Remus, he's bruised for weeks, when they first finish there's like a lot of blood from biting ofc so Barty cleans it up while Remus smokes. Remus gives a 'nonchalant' I don't like Sirius that way anymore when Barty has his back to him . They both pretend not to notice when Barty loses the tension in his shoulders.

Sirius is clueless the whole time, babe is happily eye fucking his own bf. (James)

Remus buys Sirius new sheets btw, don't worry

[bubble-popping]

smth short and not-so-sweet. not usually an angst writer but i had an idea for a prompt from citrus' discord and figured I might as well share :) (it's a superhero/supervillain au btw)

"It's Nightmare now, don't cha know?"

"Don't give me that, Dream. Everyone might call ya a villain but I see it. Every buildin' you've burned has been completely vacant, every bank you've robbed has a history of fraud, every person you've hurt has hurt ya first. But ya can stop all that now. I get it, okay? I understand. It's my fault. What I said back then, I-"

"How dare you?" Dream looked back at him. Behind his mask, Techno imagined a look of absolute betrayal. "How fucking egotistical do you have to be?? You really think this is all because of some stupid crush I had years ago?"

"I hurt ya, Dream. The only person you should be taking your anger out on is me."

The ex-hero scoffed. "Even now, you're still the same self-righteous son of a bitch. I have nothing to say to you. None of this is about you." He turned to leave, but Techno closed the distance between them in a flash and grabbed his arm.

"Well I have somethin' to say to ya."

Dream whipped around to face him, tugging his arm like he wanted to pull away only to pause.

"I was wrong. I was a coward and I didn't mean a word of what I said. Dream, I love-"

"No!" The younger yanked himself free and shoved at Techno's chest, earning him a enough space to point an accusatory finger. "You don't get to do that! You don't get to change your mind and think that'll make everything okay! That's not fair!"

His voice wavered, stuttering. He was crying, Techno realized, again. And again, because of him.

"I didn't change my mind, Dream," he spoke calmly, hands raised in surrender. "I loved ya back then too."

The masked man shook his head, muttering a "stop" but Techno pressed on.

"I was a coward. I thought rejectin' ya would protect ya but now I see how wrong I was."

"Just stop, please."

"I've got a lot of enemies, Dream, and the thought of somethin' happenin' to ya because of me scared me, okay? Because I love ya and I didn't-"

"Stop!! Stop it, shut up!" Dream screamed, pressing his hands to his ears. "I don't care anymore! You had your chance. I already told you: this isn't about you. It's about me. I'm not a hero. I'm a villain now, so I'm gonna do whatever the hell I want and you. Can't. Stop me."

Before Techno could respond, the thud of someone landing next to them startled him and he reached for his sheathed sword. It was someone in a cloak like Dream's, and when they rose from a crouch Techno couldn't help but think he'd seen him before.

"This the guy you mentioned, Dream?" They asked, coming to stand beside the ex-hero.

After a moment of silence, Dream huffed, "Not anymore." Then, he turned on his heel and approached the edge of the roof. "C'mon, Punz. We're done here."

Punz? Why was that familiar?

"Dream, wait!" Punz stepped in front of him before he could get to him, the barrel of a pistol pointed at his forehead.

"You heard him. Don't be stupid," they warned and walked backwards to Dream, still aiming the gun.

"Goodbye, Techno," Dream murmured. He wrapped an arm around Punz's waist and they leapt from the roof together.

Techno ran to where they last stood, watching as Dream swung from building to building with his neon green strings until he disappeared from sight. He released a heavy sigh.

Something wet gathered on his eyelashes and slid down his cheek. Then, it started to rain.