#he also very much wiggled his eyebrows at me when he first greeted me but that.

[domjaehyun]

guys the very cute guy at the local dispensary was …. *deep ragged breath* calling me baby? like multiple times and . ……. okay maybe i just have a dirty mind but he was just saying all the right things and i’m tempted to walk back over there and be like

“what are we……? bc you lowkey talked me through it while i was trying to buy a vape and you can’t really be that patient and attentive AND call me baby AND make me laugh like what is your name and your number 🤨 like right now 🤨”

[reverie-starlight]

{the proposal- kuroo}

on today’s episode of “rev accidentally disregards the polls she made”, we have this fic :3 I actually adore this one, it was so fun to write!! hope you enjoy <3 also… thank you sm for 1k followers 😭🫶🏻 that’s huge, I appreciate everyone sm 🥹

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff. alcohol mentions, drunk reader. dialogue heavy at the start.

“You need to propose to me.”

Kuroo, who is enjoying his drink, begins to choke. “I what?”

You roll your eyes with a barely concealed smile.

“Not for real, silly, just a fake one.”

He looks at you like you’ve gone insane. “I’m not following.”

“We’re broke university students, do you really think we can afford to pay for more than two drinks tonight? If you propose, I bet people would make a drunken mistake and offer to buy us a celebration round.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him as he continues to give you that same incredulous look.

“That’s-“ he cuts himself off before he can finish that thought and starts with a new one. “I doubt that would work. I mean, maybe at a restaurant with free dessert, but a bar? Really?”

“I’ve seen it done in stranger places!” You defend yourself. “Besides, you’ve been sipping on your drink for the past 25 minutes. If the ice had poison in it, you’d be dead by now,” you lean back and cross your arms.

Your boyfriend just shakes his head. “Your mind is a very interesting place. Alright, fine. We’ll do it, but if it doesn’t work that’s going to be really embarrassing. Hand me your ring, I’ll do it when more people are around.”

You only have to wait another ten minutes before a group of business men having a meeting a couple of tables over appear to be drunk enough to invest in young love.

Your boyfriend nods once to signal that he’s going to do it and soon enough he’s on one knee, fake tears forming at the corners of his eyes and a dusting of pink on his cheeks that make you want to kiss them.

(Your heart jumps that the thought that he could do this for real one day).

“You’re the love of my life,” he begins, and you make a mental note that he either has a bright future in acting or his drink really is too strong, despite his insistence that he could handle it earlier.

A lady one table over gasps and draws more attention to the performance in front of the customers.

“And I absolutely adore every single thing about you. I had a whole plan for this, but with the way you’re looking tonight, I can’t wait a second longer. We’ve managed to get many years together already, and I’d be honoured to spend the rest of our lives just like this. Will you marry me?”

You’re genuinely touched at his words and the sincerity in his tone almost makes you forget it’s fake.

Not wanting to make your audience wait much longer, you make a big show of nodding your head and jumping into his crouched form with a loud “yes!”

Drunken cheers are only background noise while you press against his chest. His heartbeat eliminates the chance of you focusing on anything but him.

Kuroo tips his head down to whisper, “think we pulled it off?”

You nod against him and start to get up. He looks over to see one of the drunk business men coming over to greet you.

“Congratulations on your engagement! Let us buy the happy couple some drinks!”

The man’s face is flushed and he gestures to his table. “Order whatever you’d like, it’ll be put on our tab.”

You fake surprise. “Oh my goodness, that’s very generous of you, but we could never take advantage of your kindness like that!”

Beside you, your ‘fiancé’ stifles a laugh but the man doesn’t notice. “No, I insist! You should celebrate.”

This time Kuroo takes over. “Ah… well, thank you, sir. Rest assured we won’t go too crazy.”

The man laughs and claps him on the back. “What a polite couple of kids you are! Reminds me of me and my wife,” he winks before heading back to his table, whistling some tune.

You spin around and look up at your boyfriend with a smug grin. “So what are we getting first?”

A couple of hours later, you’re both stumbling into your campus apartment, giggling and trying to shush each other despite not having any other roommates.

You somehow manage to get through your night routines and fall back into your bed soon after. You’re a far more wasted than Kuroo is (he always drinks less than you to be able to take care of you), so he tries to get you to sip on some water.

He watches you with a silly grin as you fiddle with your “engagement” ring. You’ve since slipped it back onto your index finger where it originally was this evening, but you move it back to your ring finger and fiddle with it.

“I think…” your words are slightly slurred and laced with sleep. “I mean, I know… that I don’t want my real engagement ring to be diamond.”

His grin widens so much his cheeks begin to hurt. “No? So what will it be, baby?”

You form your own smile. “I’m sure I’ll love whatever you come up with. You know me best after all.”

He forces you to take another sip of water when your words don’t get any less coherent. While you drink he thinks of the ruby ring tucked away somewhere at Kenma’s house. You’re far too good at sniffing out clues and he’s never been good at keeping secrets from you.

You’re still in university, it’s far too soon to get engaged for real- you’ve both always said you wanted to wait until you’re done with school- but he’s been saving up for that ring since high school. he’s always knows you would be the one for him.

So when the time comes he’ll be ready. With a speech much better than whatever he said tonight.

“Alright, let’s get some sleep. You’re going to have the worst hangover tomorrow, you haven’t had that much to drink in a while.”

You tug at his wrist before he can shut the lamp off. “Wait, don’t you want to celebrate our engagement?”

“Sleep, baby.”

You pout a bit. “Don’t you think we celebrated enough tonight?”

You stare at him and he sighs. “There’s plenty of time for celebrating our fake engagement some more tomorrow,” he shuts the lamp off and wrangles you down with him. “Now it’s time for sleep.”

“‘m not tired,” you mumble, obviously lying. “I could go all night.”

You settle onto your pillow and he strokes your cheek. “I know, sweetheart, you’re a fighter.”

You nod as you begin to doze off.

He notices the ring still on your finger and he smiles softly.

The hangover you’ll be sporting tomorrow will definitely have been worth it.

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ty for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed <3

tagging: @emmyrosee @luvring @dira333 @tetzoro

[lijojo]

“zip it up for me, would you darling?”

premise: tonight, the two of you are attending a very important gala and you need help zipping up your dress. how does he react? tw: suggestive, minors dni

teases you

he'll zip it up, but not without a fight. you groan as he wiggles his eyebrows through the reflection of the mirror. instead of zipping the dress quickly like you'd hoped, his hands make themselves at home inside the dress.

his touch is light, but very much present, his fingers run down your back, tracing circles over your hips before wrapping around to your stomach. the way the dress hugs against your skin has his hands pressed even that more closely to you. he gives a playful squeeze to your stomach before trailing his hands lower—

you grip his wrists through the fabric of your dress.

"this is a rental," you remind him carefully. "you're going to stretch the dress out if you go any further."

he hums. "that's fine with me. i can always buy you a nicer dress."

he smiles coyly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "in fact, i'd prefer there be no dress at all."

you stare at him, surprised. but before you can reply, he's already removed his hands and zipped up your dress.

"but we can always save that for after the gala, right?"

alhaitham, childe, kaveh, venti, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, kaeya

uses it as an excuse to fluster you

he'll eye you intently through the reflection of the mirror before slowly dragging his gaze down the line of your back. his gaze is heavy, letting you feel his eyes prickle on your skin.

after moments of silence, he'll zip up the dress for you, just like you asked, but he'll also pull you close to him. his hands plant themselves at your hips. his chin finds its place in the crook of your neck as his lips rest dangerously close to your ear.

there's a sly smirk playing on his lips that's telling you he's up to no good.

"now it's your turn to return the favor, dear. i need some help zipping up my pants. or zipping down, if that's what you prefer."

alhaitham, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, scaramouche, venti, cyno

gets flustered

when you asked him, he'd been too preoccupied with his own suit that he didn't notice your bare back exposed to him. but when he finally looks up, he freezes.

you peer at him curiously. "is something wrong?"

for the first few seconds, he makes no reaction. his eyes are stuck to your back. you smile at his silence. "what, can't handle a bit of skin?"

it's then that he finally snaps out of it. but he doesn't dare move or change his posture.

"um, no. it's fine."

you quirk a brow at him but say nothing more about it. "then can you help me? i don't think i can reach it."

he's hesitant, but moves towards you regardless. with a pair of shaky fingers, he zips up your dress.

if you pay attention close enough, you'll hear him whisper softly under his breath.

"this is dangerous."

xiao, tighnari, scaramouche, albedo, zhongli, thoma

makes you late to the gala

he doesn't zip it at all. in fact, the moment you offer, he's on you.

"you're so beautiful. how did i ever get you as a lover?" he says as he peppers you in kisses. his arms wrap around you, tugging you closer to him. "you're gorgeous. stunning. even without the dress. speaking of which..."

needless to say, the two of you arrive fashionably late to the gala. with both of you needing to redo your hair and makeup, you two don't arrive as early as you'd planned. nonetheless, while you exchange greetings with other guests, your delivering very specific looks to each other, as if suggesting round two.

kaeya, childe, venti, kaveh, heizou, itto

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:11 pm]

(cw: f!reader, a child)

Dad!Jaehyun was moody which was odd. It had been an unusually easy morning. There was good breakfast, nice morning with cartoons that hadn’t been as annoying as usual. The little, sister dogs had actually even been kind of cute. You were curled up at his side on the couch playing with his hair and being very loving- which he loved.

His daughter was calm, ate all her breakfast, and had been extra cuddly and adorable. She had gone down for her first nap with no fussing and didn’t whine when you got her ready. This was also odd for the almost one year old, it was like hitting the jackpot with her this morning. She was in a cute little dress Jaehyun had proudly picked out himself and little sandals that he loved because her tiny toes scrunched up every time she wore them.

But, all the pleasantness of the morning wasn’t why he was moody. Obviously not, it had been a beyond ideal morning. He was moody because you, his wife, had been teasingly poking fun at your daughter about Uncle Johnny.

Stupid Johnny. Johnny who made his daughter get shy and hide and lean toward the obnoxiously tall man. Seriously, who even needed to be that tall? She planted her cute, wet kisses on Johnny’s cheek instead of her own dad, made her cling to Johnny instead of him. He hated it.

You parked outside Johnny's house, unbuckling your daughter from her car seat. You tickled her side, cooing, "are we going to go see your favorite? Are you excited to see Uncle Johnny, princess?"

Jaehyun's face fell into a grimace, following behind his girls with the diaper bag on his shoulder. Suddenly he was wondering why he accepted the invitation for this impromptu barbecue. Maybe he should lie and say he had a stomachache so you all had to go back home, or say that he just saw his daughter have a diaper blow out and there was no extra clothes. Then it was too late, you'd already rung the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal the smiling giant, "Is that my favorite girl?!"

Your daughter hid her face in your neck, smiling shyly but also not objecting to Johnny taking her from your hold. Johnny held her like a total pro, he was the favorite uncle after all, and greeted you and Jaehyun with hugs while ushering you in.

"Look at you, princess! Are you so happy to see Uncle Johnny?" You smiled brightly at your daughter while snapping a quick picture.

Your daughter simple babbled and cuddled closer to Johnny, making her dad's face fall into a deeper frown. You turned to Jaehyun with a knowing, teasing glint in your eye, "she loves him so much."

He grumbled, "she loves me more though."

You wiggled your fingers at your daughter while Johnny toted her around, "I don't know... she's obsessed with Johnny."

Jaehyun glared at you, "it's like you're trying to hurt my feelings right now. A baby can't be obsessed with anyone anyway."

"She's obsessed with me," you shrug.

"You're her mom, duh."

You snort out a laugh, "Try it out then. Try to get her to leave Johnny."

Jaehyun smugly walks over and tries to coax his daughter to him. She furrows her little eyebrows at him and turns back to Johnny, patting his cheek with a look of wonder. Jaehyun scowls, trying again, even going as far as shaking her favorite toy in her eye sight. But nothing, his daughter lays her head on Johnny's shoulder and whines.

"Dude, you're bothering her," Johnny pouts, rubbing his free hand up and down the baby girl's back comfortingly.

Jaehyun pouts and trudges over to you and embraces you while burying his head in your neck, very reminiscent of what his daughter had just done to Johnny, "she hates me."

"Maybe the next one will love you more than Johnny."

His head snaps up, "next one?"

You smile nervously, "surprise?"

[bloodyserratus]

welcome intrusion

pairing: choso x fem!reader word count: 4.2k synopsis: in choso's mind you are dating, but you are not on the same page. when you indulge in some harmless (to you) flirting, choso takes matters into his own hands. themes/warnings: SMUT! mdni, lots of day after fluff, lil bit of plot, f2l, very possessive choso, oral, piv intercourse, dirty talk, a mirror. lmk if i missed any!

a/n: this is the part 2 of my first choso fic! ...this can be read standalone but check that out for more context ig haha

You blinked lazily as you woke. As consciousness returned to you, so did your memory of last night. Glancing around you confirmed that you were, in fact, in Choso’s room and that your memories were not rabid fantasies. Choso laid behind you with a strong arm draped loosely around your waist and as much as you wanted to snuggle against him, you also desperately needed to pee.

You shifted gingerly, trying to move without waking him. You could figure out which door led to the bathroom yourself.

“Ope?!” you let out a surprised exhale when his arm tightened around your waist and pulled you against his chest.

“Don't sneak off,” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“I wasn't!” you were indignant. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind. “I need to pee,” you wiggled in his hold.

“Ah,” he clicked his tongue with understanding. “Right across the hall.”

You smiled as Choso’s grip loosened reluctantly as you shuffled across the hall to do your business.

“Missed you,” Choso murmured when you tucked yourself back into him and you laughed at his joke.

Choso’s eyebrows pinched slightly at your laugh because he hadn’t been kidding, but he was satisfied that you were back in his arms. He pressed himself flush against your back and his heat under the covers melted into you.

“You're warm,” you hummed delightedly.

“Mhm,” he hummed back. “Do you have plans today?”

“No, do you?”

“Spend the day with me?” he requested hopefully.

“Okay,” you smiled.

You lazed in bed for a while longer before the sunlight started to peek through the curtains.

“I'll make coffee, stay in bed as long as you want,” Choso pressed a kiss against your forehead before he got out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and before too long, you heard a grinding sound coming from, presumably, the kitchen.

You laid in bed for a few moments, contemplating the situation. Of all the things, sleeping with Choso was not one you had foreseen. Shrugging, you pulled yourself out of bed and found a clean shirt of his to put on. You tied your hair up and walked towards the sounds of coffee.

“Morning,” Choso greeted you with a lazy smile when you entered.

You paused in your tracks, once again taken aback by his physique. The sweatpants hung low across his hips and his musculature was nothing if not impressive. His long, dark hair fell around his shoulders and you thought about running your fingers through them again.

“What?” Choso felt you eyeing him as he poured the coffee into mugs.

“You are crazy hot, you know that right?” you tried to laugh it off.

Choso flushed, which is ridiculously endearing.

“Oh my god and you're fucking cute!” you cooed as you accepted a mug from him. You looked up at him with heart eyes and he tried to hide from your gaze.

“Quit it,” he protested bashfully.

“Why are you being so shy?” you asked playfully. “You know you’re hot right?” You took the opportunity to run a hand over his chest. His muscles flexed reflexively at your touch and his pupils dilated.

“Cho?” you pressed a kiss against his bicep. “You know, right?”

He had the gall to look sheepish when you kissed his shoulder.

“Choso!” you insisted and he responded by wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tightly. He couldn’t get enough of the sound of his name, so flirtatious on your lips.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your lips. You grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips. He grunted softly before picking you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.

He laid you down, but you pulled him down on top of you, legs wrapped around his waist as his cock pressed against you. It wasn’t until this moment that Choso noticed you were wearing his shirt and his pupils dilated. What a sight.

“Fuck,” you panted, grinding yourself against his hot, heavy erection. “Cho-”

“Pretty girl,” he ran his thumbs across your cheeks. “Want me?”

“Need you,” you pouted.

Your nipples tightened through his shirt and he pressed his tongue inside of his cheek as his gaze raked over you. Where to start?

“Wait,” you interrupted his thoughts. “Lay down.”

“Hm?” his eyebrows raised.

“Please?” you smiled brightly at him.

Choso’s eyes were still questioning, but he laid down where you gestured. You moved to the foot of the bed and ran your hands up along his legs, through the fabric of his sweats. You traced the contours of his shins, his strong quads, and his thick cock. You admired the outline of it through your fingers and Choso jerked when you squeezed gently.

You bit your bottom lip as you continued to trace up the contours of his abs and his chest, brushing lightly against his piercings. You grinned mischievously before running your hands over his shoulders and back down his muscular arms.

“You are so…,” you admired him dreamily. “Fucking hot.”

Choso blushed furiously up at you. Your chest grew tight. Something about the way color spread across the bridge of his nose made you tingly all over.

“God I like it when you blush,” you exhaled, learning forward to pepper kisses along the pink.

Choso’s breath caught at the way you were so generously affectionate with him. God he liked you. He had always liked you, but having you now was something else.

“Cho,” you gasped at the friction, “You're so hard.”

“Look what you're doing to me,” he chuckled darkly.

“Let me take care of you,” you moaned at his words. It was difficult, but you managed to pull yourself away from him and settled, instead, between his legs. “Let me take care of this beautiful cock,” you hummed as you nuzzled your face against his erection.

“Ah fuck,” he hissed as he watched you rub your cheeks and lips wantonly against his cock. Your lips nibbled through the soft fabric and your mouth fell open in desperate pants. God he wanted to place his hand on the back of your head and press you down on him, but he also loved letting you explore him freely.

“Shit…baby, baby, baby,” he muttered desperately, “Put it in your mouth, baby, please!” he panted, squirming impatiently. 

“Yes sir,” you answer him playfully before closing your lips around his engorged cockhead. He was hot against your tongue and his hips bucked up reflexively, hitting you in the back of the throat. “Fuck! Cho,” you coughed.

“Shit, sorry, I’m sorry!” He apologized profusely. “It felt so good,” he offered weakly in explanation. His expression was both guilty and crazed and you had to admit, you liked the way you could make him lose control.

“Don’t be,” you bit your bottom lip to hold back your desire. “I like it rough,” you grinned before lowering yourself onto him again. You relaxed your throat around his cock and took him down to the hilt.

Choso was all breathy pants and muttered curses while you milked him. He stared, eyes glazed over, at the sight of you eagerly swallowing his entire erection and it was only the thought of cumming in your pussy that was able to keep him from losing his sense and nutting down your throat. He bucked up into your mouth a few more times before pulling you off. When you looked up at him, eyes dark and mouth wet with saliva, he groaned deeply and pulled your mouth to meet his.

Choso guided you to straddle him and he grasped his cock, swiping the head through your folds. He grinned when you shuddered and he teased you a few more times before sliding up into you.

“Cho-!” you gasped, at his forceful upwards buck. Your eyes rolled back as he thrust up into you, harsh and rough. He watched you with dark eyes as you held onto his shoulders, hanging on weakly as he fucked you…hard.

“Cho-so,” your hands clawed around the back of his neck as he stroked in and out of you.

“So good, so good, so good,” he murmured like an incantation. “God this pussy is so fucking good!”

The forceful puncture of his words had your toes curling and you started to lose it. Sensing the change, Choso reached up and tweaked your nipples between his fingers and you clenched, walls fluttering around him as you came undone.

“Choooo~!” you squealed and he enjoyed the exhilarating sight of you coming apart on him, for him.

He gritted his teeth as you squeezed and clenched on him. He could hardly believe it, but he managed to stay together through your orgasm. He flipped you onto your back and grabbed your wrists, lifting them over your head.

“Put your hands on the wall,” he instructed. When you looked at him with confusion, all he said was, “Watch your head,” before he drove into you, deeper and harder than before.

You let out a surprised cry as your hands flew to the wall, bracing yourself. Choso was strong and he leveraged every bit of that to drive his hard cock into your clenching pussy. The sounds that came out of your mouth were no short of crazy and the pleased look on Choso’s face had you melting.

“Wanna cum in you, angel,” Choso muttered between thrusts.

“Please, please, please,” you nodded frantically. You wanted that too. Desperately.

Choso’s balls tightened and the word ‘mine’ echoed through his mind as he came, heavy and hard, into you. ‘Mine, mine, mine’ was all he could hear until his crazed haze subsided.

“I think our coffee’s getting cold,” you smiled up at him affectionately as you pushed some of his hair back.

“Probably,” he chuckled, but he let his heavy body weight on yours for a while longer before he could summon the willpower to pull away.

…

Choso watched you, chest full of butterflies, as you greeted someone’s dog. After showering and drinking your tepid coffees, you’d made a plan for the day which included brunch and then shopping. You’d been on your way to brunch when a puppy had derailed you and you were now petting its belly happily as Choso looked on.

“Agh he’s so cute!” you’d cooed when you’d finally returned to his side and continued on your jaunt towards the restaurant.

“You’re cute,” he laughed, looping his arm through yours as you walked.

You watched Choso over your menu as he read through his. You wondered what this was to him. For as long as you’d been acquainted with him, you’d never known him to date. Perhaps he was more of a casual person…you supposed that could be fine. You lived a little further apart than was ideal for dating, anyways. 

Choso looked up and caught your gaze. You panicked and lifted your menu up to cover your face. Heat crept up your cheeks at having been caught staring, but Choso’s lips curled into a smile. It felt really nice to be out on a date with you. To be able to think of you as his girlfriend. After having been so content being on his own for many years, he was surprised at how natural it felt.

“Want to check out the record store after this? They sell books and tea too,” he asked. He’d spend the entire day with you, if you’d let him.

“Sure!” you nodded, glad that he hadn’t mentioned your staring.

…

You walked purposefully from the dining area to the lobby. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner and you were anxious for things to go smoothly. Rationally, you knew that they should, but you couldn’t help the small string of worry about something going wrong. You were scanning the room to locate Yuko and Yuji again when an arm shot out and pulled you into another hallway.

“Oh?” you tensed up and then relaxed when you realized it was Choso. You smiled at him shyly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” his eyes searching yours, “You good?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Just…a lot going on,” you bounced on the balls of your feet.

“I know,” he brushed his thumb across your cheek reassuringly. “It’ll be fine though. As long as those two get hitched…it’s a success. And honestly I don’t think we could stop them even if we tried,” he laughed, jerking his eyebrows towards the couple who was canoodling at the head of the table.

You laughed. Choso was right, you could relax. Everything would be fine.

Choso admired you as you watched the husband and wife to be. Your eyes softened as you smiled and Choso was filled with a rush of desire. He wanted to pull you into a supply closet, he wanted to kiss you, he wanted to cart you off and do unspeakable things to you. He cleared his throat and stepped away from you in an effort to get a grip. It was Yuji and Yuko’s wedding. He wanted to wait until the nuptials were over until he shared that you two were dating so as not to steal their thunder.

Your smile fell a hair when Choso stepped away from you. Choso had been hot and cold all night. He’d held your hand under the table, thumb brushing against yours, but then dropped it quickly when Yuji and Yuko had approached from behind. He’d draped his hand around your hip when he’d approached you at the bar before seeming to remember himself and then pulling away stiffly. It made a certain sense, you surmised. It felt natural to be more physical after what had happened between you, but Choso must not want to give you the wrong impression.

…

“Megumiiiiii!” a cheery voice rang out from behind you. You could place Gojo’s voice from a mile away.

As Yuji’s mentor, he hadn’t been present at the rehearsal dinner yesterday, but he was invited to the ceremony.

“Gojo-san,” Megumi greeted the man reluctantly before returning his attention to his conversation with you. You liked Megumi despite his excessively stern exterior.

“Wow, YN!” Gojo raked his eyes over you as he settled into the bar behind Megumi. “You look…wow,” his jaw dropped appreciatively as he really took you in. His eyes burned hot little trails into your skin.

“Thanks,” you laughed, heat running through you at his hungry stare. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

This was true. Gojo was tall and handsome, so he cut quite the figure in formalwear.

“Grab you a drink?” he asked, eyeing your empty glass.

“Sure, why not?” you shrugged, telling him your order.

“Seriously,” Gojo let out a low whistle as he looked you over again. “This color really suits you.”

You laughed. Gojo was a notorious flirt, but it felt nice to be on the receiving end of such a handsome man’s compliments. Gojo’s index finger traced down the thin strap on your shoulder and you shivered at his touch.

“Gojo!” you chuckled, but your voice was breathy.

Choso fumed. He had seen Gojo approach you out of the corner of his eye. That fact alone had been enough to trigger a small flicker of jealousy in his stomach. When you’d laughed at Gojo’s words and then when he had dared to touch you…the small flicker was stoked into a steady flame.

“Oh! Gojo-sensei and YN?” Yuji observed innocently. “They look kind of cute together, don’t they?”

Choso’s fist clenched.

“I don’t think Gojo is the serious type,” Todo raised an eyebrow at his best friendo.

“Ah, that’s alright too,” Yuji waved a hand at the massive man. “If you ask me, she could use a fling! She’s been single for…forever!”

Gojo felt Choso’s eyes on him before he saw them. It was impossible not to. As soon as he had approached you, a pair of piercing, dark eyes had trailed him. When you had laughed and smiled at him, they had narrowed a fraction, and then Gojo had reached out a finger to trace the strap of your dress, the look he received could have killed. Gojo laughed. He wasn’t particularly close to Yuji’s brother, but he’d always thought of him as rather passive. How interesting.

“Cousin,” Noritoshi jerked Choso out of his thoughts with a friendly smile.

“Ah, Noritoshi,” Choso tried to rearrange his thoughts quickly. “How are you?”

Choso tried to focus on what his cousin was saying to him. Something about his father or grandfather, but truthfully Choso couldn’t concentrate on anything other than Gojo who was getting rather handsy with you. And to his dismay…you did nothing to discourage it. If anything, you were entertaining his flirting and that brought out a side of Choso that was positively cavemanish.

“Well, you’re clearly not listening,” Noritoshi raised an eyebrow at Choso and then followed the line of his gaze to you and Gojo. “Perhaps you should do something about it,” he suggested logically before walking away.

Choso thought for a moment. If it were any other occasion than Yuji’s wedding, he already would have. But his desire to be a good older brother was strong and he was resolute on not making a scene if he could avoid it. He even believed himself until Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist in a playful embrace and his control snapped. More than enough.

Yuji’s face grew comical as Choso strode across the room angrily. His eyes and mouth morphed into perfect circles when Choso bisected himself between you and Gojo.

“Hey,” Choso’s hand sifted through your hair and he pressed his lips against your forehead before he fixed Gojo with a hard stare.

“...Choso?” you blinked, suddenly hot all over at this territorial display. He was staking a claim and quite conspicuously at that.

Hearing his name from your lips, his eyes slid down to you and you were surprised at the emotion you saw brimming over in them. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to hold in the jolt of arousal that shot through you.

Yuji and Yuko’s mouths were long, matching ovals as they watched Choso all but carry you away. They blinked at each other before squealing with delight.

“Choso?” you asked, unable to bear the heavy, weighted silence filling the elevator as it ascended.

The elevator dinged to signal its arrival before Choso answered. He took your hand in his and led you to the door of his room before he met your eyes again.

“Why were you flirting with him?” His words were even and measured.

“Who, Gojo?” You asked in confusion. Gojo flirted with everyone, it hadn't been serious. And not like you had a reason not to.

“Of course Gojo,” he answered as if speaking to a child.

“It's Gojo!” you shrugged, “He's a flirt!”

“But you are not single anymore,” Choso exhaled. He leaned over you, placing a hand against the wall.

Your head jerked in surprise at this statement. You weren't?

Choso saw red when you had the audacity to look surprised. He unlocked the door and hauled you inside. He'd show you if that's what it took.

“Cho…,” his name died in your throat as you looked at him. He looked crazed. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and tugged his tie off angrily. 

You were still confused, but more pressing you were incredibly turned on at the way he got undressed. You could tell he was going to be rough and you were not against it. You tried to reach for the zipper on your dress.

“Don’t bother,” he stopped you by setting you on the edge of his bed.

His hands raked your skirts up in large handfuls, exposing your calves and thighs to him. The collar of his shirt hung open and you enjoyed a glorious view of his muscular chest. You hooked an arm around his neck, angling yourself towards him. His eyes traced a triangle…eye, lips, eye. You expected him to kiss you next, but he instead sank to his knees and dove under your skirt. He placed hot kisses up your inner thighs as he pressed them open. You were gasping like a fish out of water by the time he placed his first sloppy kiss against your overheated cunt.

“Choso!” you cried, thighs closing around his head. His fingertips bit into your flesh as he pried you back open and continued.

You moaned his name again and he grinned. That was right…Choso. He’d have you calling his name until you were seeing stars. Until it was burned into your mind. You reached for him, but your skirt was in the way. Instead you settled for placing your hand on the outline of his head through your skirt.

Choso ate you out like he was starved. He pressed lush, sloppy kisses against you. His lips pushed at the hood of your clit as his tongue swiped against your entrance. He sucked your lips into his mouth and then spread them back apart with his tongue. For lack of a better word, he was making out exuberantly with your pussy and it was incredible.

Choso felt frenzied at the sounds you made and the way you tasted. The way you kept trying to close your thighs around his ears and how you whined when he held you open for him. You had coated his mouth and chin and still he wanted more. Could stay down here forever. The pitch of your voice grew ecstatic as you clutched at him desperately. Your skirts were a rumpled mess and you warned him that you were close. He latched his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, drawing the orgasm out of you. You his name gloriously as your body tensed and you let go. Your legs grew limp and he resurfaced, looking down at you with a dripping chin.

“Choso,” you panted, out of breath and recovering. You reached for him, but he held himself cruelly out of arm’s length. He peeled the rest of his clothes off and you watched, transfixed by the expanses of skin as they were exposed to you.

Afterwards, he stood you up to face the mirror on the wall as he unzipped your dress and pulled it off of you. He grabbed you by the chin and turned your head to meet his eyes in the reflection.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded as his hands traced across your skin. You shivered and goosebumps broke out at his caresses. He traced the undersides of your breasts, across your collarbones, and over the swells of your hips. His lips kissed at the side of your neck and you let out soft whimpers and squeaks at his touches.

“Choso, please…,” you whined, brows furrowing desperately at him.

“Yes, baby?” he replied, feigning clueless.

“You’re teasing,” you pouted, hoping he might be sympathetic.

“Mhm.”

“Please fuck me!” you begged.

“Not Gojo?” he arched an eyebrow.

“Choso! Fuck Gojo!” you stamped a foot with impatience.

Choso’s jaw ticked. You would do no such thing.

“Get on the bed, face the mirror,” he instructed, arranging you so that you were laying on your stomach, prone beneath him. He laid on top of you and wrapped his arms over your shoulders and grasped your chin. Again he met your eyes in the mirror and his breathing was warm and wet against your ear when he spoke. “Watch me…as I make you mine,” he purred and then his hips hitched, driving himself into you.

“Fuck!” you cried, eyes widening as you watched his reflection. His eyebrows were pinched and his grip on your chin was rough. He bucked into you, fucking you just as harshly.

“Choso,” you arched beneath him, hips lifting of their own accord until you were folded at the hips. This fucking angle…

“So pretty for me,” his eyes locked on yours.

As you held his gaze, you realized suddenly that you loved this. Adored his possession.

“Yours,” you blinked through glassy eyes, your look full of meaning.

“Mine,” he growled as he pulled you back onto himself again and again. His thrusts were deep, hard, and rhythmic and your cries of pleasure matched his pace.

Choso watched as your hands clutched at the air. Your pupils were blown out with ecstasy and you struggled to keep your eyes on him as he had requested.

“Yours, Choso,” you gasped and he felt you clench around him.

Choso drove into you and kept himself deep inside of you, his balls grinding against your clit and his head pressing against your cervix. Your eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sensation and you squeezed hard around him, orgasm ripping through you.

“Only yours,” you sighed almost sheepishly.

“Only mine,” he grunted. His chest came forward to press against your back as he emptied himself inside of you.

He rolled you both to your side, keeping himself inside of you. He pulled you close and pressed soft kisses against the top of your head.

“So…,” you spoke first. “I'm not single anymore?”

Choso managed to feel shy at your direct questioning.

“I-...,” he stammered.

“No, don't be shy now!” you tutted at him. “You were quite clear before!” you giggled.

“I'm happy to show you again…,” he rasped into the crook of your neck.

“I’m kind of a slow learner,” your lips threatened a grin as you arched into him with a satisfied purr.

[ofthecaravel]

Heaven In Time

Holiday Special

Summary: Danny's California love sees his first snow. Set between Chap 1 and Chap 2.

Tags: Nothing but fluff

Words: 3k

A/N: Happy holidays! Random little prequel for the GVF Writers Christmas Event by @hearts-hunger that allowed me to indulge in fleshing out this universe a little more!

Prompt #26: First Snowfall

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“So, how was your day?”

“Goo-oo-d.”

“That’s all? Just good?”

Sam chuckled into a sip of water, replacing the crinkling plastic bottle in its cup holder as Danny shot him a scrutinizing little smile. They were illuminated only by the truck’s headlights on the trees in front of them, but Sam could read through Danny’s expression in a moment’s time. 

“Busy,” Sam answered anew, replacing the word with something more descriptive like Danny preferred to hear during their work day debriefings. “Which is good. I don’t get as bored as I do when it’s slow.”

“Are your hands feeling any better today, or no?” Danny asked, tilting his head slightly to assess the dry skin on Sam’s hands. Ever since the weather started cooling down, Sam’s dishwater-worn hands had become increasingly chapped and sore in the cool breezes that greeted him after his diner shift was up. Of course, Danny had done nothing but fuss over it since the time he’d picked Sam up after work and gone to kiss his knuckles, only to find the skin there cracked and his lips stained with blood. 

“Meh,” Sam shrugged, holding a hand out for Danny to properly look while his other hand clutched the deli counter sandwich Danny had brought him.

“Gonna have to buy you some gloves, baby love,” Danny murmured as he took Sam’s left hand with his right and soothed his thumb over the tops of his fingers. “Christ, you’re freezing!”

Sam giggled again and darted his hand out to tickle at Danny’s neck with his ice cold fingers, braying a proper laugh when Danny shrunk away with a shout and slapped at him with his free arm.

“That’s what you get for using His name in vain,” Sam teased, managing to draw one more yelp by pressing his fingers against Danny’s cheek before retreating.

“Ah, fair enough,” Danny sighed with a wide, dopey grin. “You know, I couldn’t tell you why, but your pious nature seems to keep slipping my mind as of late.”

“I also couldn’t tell you why,” Sam muttered shyly, wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously as he took a bite of his dinner. “How was your day?”

“Changing the subject, I see,” Danny joked. “My day was also good and also busy. Mostly just restocking and working the register. Nothing insane but- oh, actually, there was this old guy who came in who was a hoot.” 

“Yeah? Tell me more.”

Danny cleared his throat and readjusted in his seat to face Sam more, pulling his knee up comfortably and visibly trying to chew faster through a bite of his own sandwich with an exaggerated facial expression that made Sam burst into giggles.

He’d hate to admit it later on, but Sam was unable to follow along with Danny’s story once it started. Just how it’d been from the very first day they’d met, Sam got helplessly distracted following the movements of Danny’s mittened hands and the glimmer in his dark eyes as they punctuated his jokes. Being an Alabama native, Sam wasn’t much used to the effect that the cold can have on someone, but he was very attracted to the way it forced Danny into jewel toned sweaters and colored Danny’s cheeks and the crest of his freckled nose. With a knit hat jammed snugly over Danny’s hair, his waves sprung out cartoonishly and hid his ears that had turned pink from cold breezes and the sting of a sewing needle Sam had used to pierce Danny’s right ear on a drunken night a week prior. Even if the little silver hoop didn’t stay in forever, Sam was fond of the idea of his actions leaving a scar on Danny. If Danny came to his senses some day and left, Sam would still be with him wherever he went, and Sam smiled at the thought of leaving that lasting mark on someone who seemed to be crafted every bit in God’s image. 

“Funny, right?” 

Sam snapped back to reality and was met with Danny beaming at him, clearly at the end of whatever anecdote he’d been building over the past few minutes. His excited breath puffed out in the air in little clouds and Sam’s stomach fluttered with fond feeling. 

“It’s something that’d only happen to you,” Sam finally answered, hoping it made sense in the context of whatever Danny had said. Danny laughed and shrugged, taking a big bite of his sandwich and smiling out the windshield, staring through the thin trees like they’d ended up at the outskirts of a grand forest and not the parking lot behind their apartment building.

“I guess a lot of crazy shit happens to me, huh?” Danny affirmed. “Good crazy, though.”

“It always works out for you,” Sam added. “Going from Florida to California with no plan is pretty crazy. Scraping up enough to secure somewhere to stay and landing a job at the same time is even crazier.”

“That’s true! You know what’s the craziest thing I’ve done?”

“Hm?”

“Picking up a hitchhiker and moving in with him.”

A surprised laugh punched out of Sam and Danny mirrored it with his own delight, drinking in the victory of shaking a laugh from his still somewhat serious companion. Sam took a stray piece of lettuce and tossed it weakly at Danny, who snorted in response when it fluttered straight down onto the gearshift.

“I think that hitchhiker would also be pretty crazy for that, too,” Sam remarked, leaning slightly over the center console to bait Danny for a kiss. “Then again, you’re pretty cute, so I get why he’d get into your dinged up truck.”

Danny smirked and leaned in just enough for their noses to brush, sending both of their heart rates through the roof as Danny let the tension stretch. 

“Those dings are from when I let you drive and you know it,” Danny teased in a whisper, treating them both to the amusing memory of Sam anxiously getting behind the wheel on a dead stretch of road in Roswell and kicking up a cloud of rocks that nearly shattered a back window and sent Sam into apologetic hysterics. Sam merely hummed at Danny’s accusation, letting his lids lower coquettishly and tipping his chin up ever so slightly to invite Danny in. With Danny so close, he was breathing in the sweetness of his warmth, and Sam felt himself begin to shiver with a hunger that had nothing to do with their dinner and everything to do with the man that had brought it. 

Before Danny could make his move, he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to greet it with a furrowed brow and a squint. Sam frowned and followed his eyeline, a prickle of panic softening as soon as it had come when he saw what had made Danny breath out a soft whistle. It was simple what he saw; the slow descent of snowflakes through the headlights as they floated against the dark silhouette of the trees like strings of pearls. But for Sam, it was enough to wring a gasp from his chest. Sam tossed his sandwich onto the dashboard and struggled with the passenger door to get out of his seat. Danny followed suit in a flash, watching Sam as his lanky form hurried around the front of the faded red truck and halted in the center of the lights, his head tilted up to the sky to observe the featherlight flakes as they ambled down to kiss his blushed skin.

“Are you a big fan of the snow?” Danny asked gently, not wanting to fully stir Sam from his wonderstruck haze. 

“I…” Sam trailed off, losing his thoughts for a moment as he noticed a dusting of snow beginning to accumulate on a low hanging branch. “I’ve never seen it in real life before.”

“Oh, wow,” Danny marveled, slowly approaching Sam and sliding a hand around his waist to settle on the thin material of Sam’s thrift store bought winter jacket. Sam spared him a brief look, widening his eyes in excitement for a beat before turning his head back to the sky.

A minute of quiet passed. Sam, struck dumb by the wintry spectacle, eyes glued to the deep heavens above. Danny, standing still so as not to disturb Sam, placing a sporadic kiss on Sam's temple when the mood moved him. Upon seeing the pale snowflakes gathering on Sam’s dark hair, Danny removed his hat and shook his hair free as he fit it over Sam’s head instead. Sam looked to him inquisitively, a stray snowflake dangling off his lashes as he blinked up at Danny with a mask of childlike joy.

“Where’d your hat go, baby?” Danny murmured, adjusting the snug brim of the beanie so it protected Sam’s forehead and tips of his ears from the chill. 

“Ran away,” Sam joked, twisting at the hip to link his arms behind Danny’s back and huddle for warmth. “You know how fast I lose stuff.”

“No hat, no gloves,” Danny chastised, shaking his head and tsking. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I’m a Southern belle!” Sam protested, pressing his chest flush to Danny’s and giggling. “I’ve never had a white Christmas before!”

“Well, I doubt this snow is gonna stick, so I’m not sure that’s a guarantee,” Danny noted. “But anything else festive that you want…I can try and make that happen. Not that I know any more about that than you do.”

“Yeah?” Sam probed. “All the jingle bells and whistles?”

“And all the hot cocoa you can drink,” Danny promised, cupping Sam’s chilly face in his knit covered hands. “Twinkle lights, tinsel, ice skating, candy canes. If we need a Christmas tree, I’ll just chop one down for you.”

“One of these spindly trees? No, thanks.”

“No, no, I’ll hike out to the forest and find the perfect one. Just me and the truck and a big saw. I’ll be a real lumberjack.”

“Good luck getting it up four flights of stairs.”

“What, you’re not gonna help me?”

“Not if I’m going to get all covered in sap!” 

“You have to suffer for the sake of the holiday, Sammy,” Danny explained with a joking lilt to his words, squishing Sam’s cheeks in his gentle grip. “It’s all about Christmas spirit.”

“You’re the real sap,” Sam quipped, his thoughts dampened by the buzz in his head that sang out about Danny’s heavy handed romanticism. Danny laughed and pinched Sam’s cheeks one more time, puckering his lips into a ready pout.

“But before I get any of that, I’m really going to have to invest in some mistletoe,” Danny purred lovingly, nuzzling his nose against Sam’s. “So I can get my greatest holiday wish whenever I want. I can't wait until Christmas day.”

“What do you want for Christmas?” Sam asked as best he could with his mouth obscured by Danny’s hold and the smile that fought so hard to stretch that it burned his facial muscles. 

Danny answered with a kiss, pressing his chapped lips to Sam’s and pulling his frame as close into his embrace as he could. The sounds of the nearby traffic and the frigid temperature seemed to melt away as they stood in the snow, clinging to each other out of pure and patiently built affection. 

If Sam had opened his eyes he figured he would see the curved glass of a snowglobe creeping up around the corners of his vision, not unlike the big snowglobe his mother would put on the hearth on the first day of December. Sam used to stare at it while his older siblings were tasked with more important Christmas decorating tasks like stringing vintage lights with brittle bulbs or pushing needle and string through popcorn for garland. If he thought hard, he could follow the ceramic silhouette of the little house nestled in the snowglobe’s center and the memory of wanting it to be his own. That house was small, and quiet, and removed from the chaos that swept into the pastor’s house at the start of the all important Christmas season. It seemed like a place with someone inside waiting for him to come home. 

Danny pulled away, immediately busying himself with dusting snow off of Sam’s shoulders and fussing with the front of his jacket to properly zip it up, chatting all the while about getting them thicker jackets after their next paychecks. Sam admired him with a lovesick smile, heart pounding with every noted detail of Danny’s long eyelashes and the squared build of his shoulders as they filled out his sweater.

“I’m happy I could be here for your first snow,” Danny commented in a hushed tone when he was satisfied with the state of Sam’s winter bundling. 

“I’m happy you were here for a lot of my firsts,” Sam replied with the same gentle air as Danny, looking up through his lashes as he shuffled in place to stay warm.

“Me too, Sammy lamb,” Danny cooed, cradling Sam’s cheek again to kiss Sam’s forehead through the wool hat. “Come on, grab your stuff and we’ll go in and get you warm. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Sam affirmed with a shy smile.

“We’ll put on a kettle,” Danny proposed as they went around to their doors. “What’s that tea you like? With the red box?”

“Polar Peppermint,” Sam muttered. Like all things that brought him joy, Sam was embarrassed to acknowledge it.

Danny knew what kind of tea it was, of course. He’d bought it a few times now, definitely enough times to know it by name. He just liked to pry as many words out of Sam as he could, and even though it wasn’t as needed anymore as Sam continued to open up, he didn’t really want to stop doing it. Sam knew this, and Danny didn’t care if he knew, and they both flushed with warmth as Danny put his hand on the truck door handle.

And pulled.

To no avail.

Danny arched a curious eyebrow and jiggled the door handle again, feeling a curse blossom on his tongue when he looked through the window and saw the keys still in the ignition. 

“What?” Sam queried from the other side. “You okay?”

“Uh,” Danny answered awkwardly. “Well! I may have locked the keys in the car.”

“What?” Sam blurted. He instantly pressed his face up against the glass and looked in, finding the keys glimmering from where they hung, illuminated by the headlights that were still on and now unable to be turned off. Sam felt his pulse begin to quicken, already anticipating a rage to follow this untimely conflict. The ghosts of his past were here to haunt him again, and he heard them whisper in his ear to run.

Instead, he was startled from his impending spiraling by the perplexing sound of Danny laughing.

“Ah, shit, okay,” Danny sighed, pulling out his phone and shaking his head with a grin. “What can you do, you know? I’ll call, uh, I don’t know, the fire department. Right? Yeah, they’ll know what’s up.”

Danny started tapping at his phone as Sam regarded him in slightly bug eyed shock, mapping Danny’s every calm and collected movement as Sam attempted to charter anything that would throw them off kilter. All he was met with was Danny amicably chatting with a firefighter and holding out his hand for Sam to take, leading them towards the doors to the apartment building. Danny mouthed ‘Don’t want you to freeze!’ and wiggled his eyebrows, but Sam could only watch as Danny navigated this irritating inconvenience as casually as he moved through his morning routine before work.

It hit Sam in a rush, out of nowhere, out of everywhere, that he was in love with Danny.

He felt kind of stupid as he reeled in the reality of it, fumbling for his keys to let them in as Danny started bantering good-naturedly with what sounded like half the fire department. It rendered him as speechless as the snow had and Sam hoped that his face didn’t betray the overwhelm of emotion that washed over him as they drifted down the dingy hallway towards their little apartment. Now he heard it accompanying every little thing Danny did. 

Danny tapped the toe of his boot against the welcome mat to shake off the snow.

I love you.

Danny winked at Sam as he listened patiently to someone on the other end.

I love you.

Danny waited in the entryway for Sam to walk in first, like he always did. Like a gentleman.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Sam faced their living room as he unzipped his jacket, drinking in the sight of the space that they had built together. It wasn’t much, a scavenged couch and a 2 dollar table and a TV with a crack that worked just fine despite its outward flaw. Lamps with bulbs that Danny had pilfered from work, a plant that Sam had rescued and somewhat successfully nursed to the point of flowering. Around the corner was their bedroom, which would greet him with a double bed that weathered all their long nights and a closet that blended their wardrobes together. It was simple, and it was theirs. 

“You stay put, I’m going to wait downstairs for the lock guys,” Danny called.

“ ‘kay,” Sam replied dreamily, looking over his shoulder and smiling at Danny. “You want a cup of tea too?”

“Sure,” Danny agreed. “Thank you. I promise we will be reunited with our sandwiches soon.”

Sam chuckled and Danny winked at him again, closing the door behind him. Releasing a rattling breath full of emotion, Sam turned back to their living room and watched the snow continue to drift softly down through the window. He took off Danny’s hat and kneaded it in his hands as his eyes began to sting with tears. In his head, he picked up and put down a thought he couldn’t quiet no matter how hard he tried to turn away from it.

God, help me, I love him.

~~

[beezusvreeland]

dear reader - chapter 5

summary: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader

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Chapter 5

“Look! If it isn’t the newest british member of our group!”, Hobie pointed as you approached your regular table at The Bar. 

You were hesitant to come in the first place. The thought of Miguel showing up at any moment made you anxious, not knowing what to expect — or, more realistically, trying not to expect a damn thing. 

“Hey, mate!”, you put your best scottish accent on as you gave your friend a tight hug. You missed your friends, dearly. Since you used your time abroad to do a digital detox, you had only talked to them here and there, with the exception of Gwen. 

She hugged you as soon as Hobie let go of you. “I missed you so much!”, Gwen said, squeezing you and then taking a step back to look at you. “Looking good, huh? Edinburgh treated you right.”

You smiled at her and Hobie poked your arm, with a smirk on his face. 

“Let’s see if you really learned something at that place. Tell me, love, what is the best thing to come out of Glasgow?”, he raised his eyebrow, certain that you wouldn’t know how to answer it. He was so wrong.

Stepping closer to him, you grabbed the unopened bottle of beer Hobie was holding and, with a smug expression, said: “The train to Edinburgh”. 

“Whoa!!!”, Hobie stood up and gave you another hug, jumping to celebrate you. Both you and Gwen laughed at his excitement. “That’s my girl!”

“You cut your hair.”

“Pav! We were waiting for you”, Gwen said. 

“I did, buddy, what do you think?”, you put your hands through your hair. 

Still looking stunned, he walked slowly towards you, analyzing your cut. “I should be furious you let someone else cut your hair…But you look fantastic!”, he faked out, finishing with a huge smile that showed his perfect white teeth. You hugged each other.

“It was an extraordinary circumstance, I would never do that to you if there wasn’t the need for it”, he nodded as you said it in his ear. 

“I’m so happy you’re back!”, Pav combed a lock of your hair with his fingers. “I have some products to recommend now that you have a new length.”

“I didn’t expect any less of you.”

“Oh, the gang is all here!”, Foggy stopped by the table as he greeted some of the customers. 

“Except for Miguel…have you guys heard from him?”, Pav asked and Gwen and Hobie shook their heads. You tried to ignore the concerned look your best friend gave you, focusing on your beer.

“And you are back!”, Foggy put his hand on your shoulder. “How was Scotland?”

“A dream”, you gave a sincere answer. As you raise your bottle, you realize it’s empty. Foggy did too.

“Come with me to the bar, I should give our favorite writer a drink of her choice…on the house”, he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and got up, as your friends complained that they should get free drinks too.

“So, what’s gonna be?”, Foggy was already at the other side of the counter, which he cleaned using the rag on his shoulder. 

“Wait. Really? I thought you were just messing with them.”

“Two rabbits, one stone”, he chuckled. “What can I get you?”

“A dry martini would be nice”, you shrugged. 

“Very fancy.”

“Oh, you know, I just got back from Europe”, you put your hand on your forehead dramatically, making him laugh.

Even though The Bar had become a hotspot, with several employees making and serving drinks and food, Foggy never stopped doing groundwork. He had the business side of things to run too, but still helped his staff and made sure to be present for his clientele. You really liked that about him.

“So, word on the street is you are very fancy but also single. Is that right?”, his question surprised you.

“Well…yeah. Which street is that?”

“Pav.”

“Oh, right.”

“The thing is, I have a friend who I think you’d really like”, Foggy said, as he mixed liquids with his gear. 

That surprised you even more. It was nice of him to think of setting you up though. You survived the past few years with only a couple of dates with weird guys you met on Tinder and an intense pining for Miguel O’Hara. You wonder if other opportunities of meeting new people would have come up if you weren’t so focused on him. If you had been just like him — sleeping around with whoever you wanted, without any concern for attachments or people’s feelings whatsoever —, you probably would be at a different point in your life. Maybe even met someone great and lived together, a crib or two for the creatures who were made from both of you. 

“I’ve known him for my entire adult life and he has always been a great friend to me. To Karen too, they worked together for a while before she started working at the paper.”

You remembered a conversation you had with Karen once, where she told you her boss at the law firm had encouraged her to pursue her passion for journalism, that without that, she probably would have never found purpose in her career. 

“If he is so great…How is he still single?”, you take the beautiful glass of martini Foggy offers you. “This looks amazing, thank you!”

“You are welcome”, he nodded. “He has focused a lot of his time and energy into building his firm and helping people. Now he is at a point where he can finally work normal hours and have a personal life.”

“Okay…you can give him my number. I can’t promise anything, but I’m willing to talk to him based on your pitch.”

Foggy clasped his hands and took his phone out of his pocket. “That’s great! It’s going to be great!”

“Are you already texting him?”, you chuckled.

“Already did, now I’m telling Karen, she can’t wait to see Matt finally going on an actual date.”

***

Miguel was running late, but he had a good reason, he thought: he wanted to find the book you wrote about in your column, the one you gifted him on his birthday. He had moved furniture, taken things out of his closet and raided his home office but, so far, nothing. He hadn’t been able to think of anything else since he read about it. It was frustrating because Miguel remembered receiving the box, but you were right, he never opened it. And he had no fucking idea of where it was. 

At first, anger was what moved Miguel in his pursuit. He wanted to find the book and shove it on your face, it was just a stupid little thing, you were being way too dramatic about it. But the anger was soon replaced by sorrow. To think you put it all together, wrote everyone’s stories, including your own and even had it printed, was devastating. It was such a thoughtful thing to do. You had always been so thoughtful, with everyone, but it felt like especially with him. There were several instances of him casually mentioning something he had to buy or a shore he had to do and, months later, you would give him what he needed or showed up to help him. And all he gave you was a box of chocolates. 

He didn’t have it in him to say it out loud, but he was just so embarrassed. Miguel knew he was a good looking guy and, since he was a teenager, he became used to not having to make much effort. People liked beautiful people. People liked doing things for beautiful people. It was ridiculous, he now realized, but it had never dawned on him that he had to give in order to take. He had no idea how to do that. 

Frustrated with himself, he decided it was better to meet the group at the bar empty handed instead of not going at all. Miguel wanted to know if things were okay between the two of you. You never answered his email or the other texts he sent you trying to start conversations — Just watched the new Transformers, thoughts? Hey, what’s the name of that place with the dumplings? Gwen showed me a picture of you in front of a castle, is it the one where Queen Mary lived? You've always talked about it, I hope you had a great time . 

Miguel’s eyes searched for you as soon as he stepped inside the bar. He spotted Gwen’s blonde hair, then Hobie and Pav. His stomach started turning, something that rarely happened to him, at the thought of being too late or you not showing up at all. In his head, he had it all figured out: meeting in person, the two of you would reconnect through inside jokes, all would be good and the uneasiness inside his chest would go away. 

The plan went out the window when Miguel finally spotted you walking from the bar to the table with a martini in hand. You looked different. The same, but different. For starters, he was pretty sure you had done something to your hair. But it wasn’t just that. There was something about your walk, you stood straight and didn’t look down at any point. You almost looked taller that way. A guy nearby took his eyes out of the game on TV to check you out. Miguel didn't like that one bit.

“Hello, your grace, fancy of you meeting us here”, Hobie stood to shake Miguel’s hand, who gave him and Pav quick hugs. 

“Sorry, I lost track of time”, Miguel said.

“Shocker”, Gwen pointed, giving him a side hug.

And then there was you. Did he ever stare at you for longer than a few seconds? Because there was no way he never noticed how big your eyes were. Or how pink your cheeks got when he got closer. The effect he had on you…Miguel was way too aware of it now. He knew a lot of information about your feelings and secrets, even though the writing on your column was never meant for him to read. You were so sure he wouldn’t take interest in you or your work that you were pretty open about your life, even in anonymity. Would he even know how to act around you like he didn’t know so much about you? Miguel had to get out of his own head.

“Hi”, he said, not knowing what to do with himself. “You are back.”

“Yep, at the bar with you losers once again”, you shifted your gaze to the rest of the group. Miguel noticed it. He felt a little weird about it all, you didn’t even give him a hug or a kiss on the cheek, like you always did. 

“First you cut your hair with a stranger, now this”, Pav complained, clearly as a joke. “You offend us, my friend.”

So you cut your hair. That was it, it used to be long. Miguel had always liked it that way, even though he had no idea how or why he even had a preference in the first place. However, you looked great with your new do. He could see more of your face that way. 

“Sorry, Pav, I’m starting to feel all of the exhaustion and crankiness from the jetlag.”

“Apology accepted”, Pav winked at you. 

“I think this is my cue”,  you got your purse and stood up from the table. 

“No! Already?”, Gwen pouted. “I still wanna hear more about your scottish adventures.”

“Give me a couple of days to recover and organize my life back again and we’ll do it. Maybe brunch this weekend?”

“Ugh, Miguel hates brunch”, Pav groaned, looking at him. It was true that Miguel thought brunch was stupid: to him, people should either have breakfast or lunch and that was it. If the meal happened at any point in the morning, it was breakfast, after noon, it was lunch. It made a lot of sense to him.

“Lunch it is, then”, Hobie declared, looking bored. 

Miguel noticed that your eyebrows furrowed just a little bit. His friends actually enjoyed that stupid meal and you loved it. He had always been proud of being a contrarian, being so headstrong that the people around him had no other choice but to accommodate his needs. So much so, the group didn’t even start a discussion, it was easier to do whatever Miguel preferred.

The way Pav complained, your annoyed expression. You barely even looked at Miguel since he arrived and you were already leaving. Moved by the fear of making you even angrier at him, he said:

“I don’t mind brunch”.

The four friends all looked at Miguel at the same time. 

“Are you for real?”, Hobie was suspicious. 

“Yeah, I can eat breakfast things and not think about it”, Miguel shrugged. 

“Okay…”, Gwen was cautious, as if she was dealing with a wild animal. “Brunch on saturday then.”

“Sure, I really have to go now.”

Gwen and Pav gave you hugs and Hobie got up to escort you to the front of the bar, where he would have a smoke. 

“Bye, Miguel”, you finally looked at him. You were serious, but still polite. However, using his name after years of several nicknames was a low blow. It was intentional. His looks and charm wouldn’t be enough this time. He would have no other option but to deal with the consequences of his actions.

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Dear reader, 

I am back and more inspired than ever. During the past few weeks, I have dedicated myself to make a dream of mine come true. And it did. Suddenly, it was real, not some fantasy I created in my head. That is really powerful, if you ask me.

Life has a funny way of bringing things together. I spent the past years wishing I could go on a nice date, preferably with the guy . That never happened, obviously. There had been a few encounters, mostly guys from dating apps that were looking for a one night stand. By the time I took a break, I had given up. I read way too many romance books growing up and it was all just fantasy, right? Well, things didn’t happen the way I imagined them, but maybe there is a little bit of hope left.

There are a lot of annoying “advices” people in relationships give single folks. There is the classic have you tried the dating apps ? Which is something only someone hasn’t had to use them to find love say. There is the you just need to put yourself out there . And, my personal least favorite, you will find love once you stop looking for it . These have something in common: they are meant to make the single person feel bad, like they are not doing enough. But I doubted these people weren’t looking for love or fully knew who they were when they met their partners.

All this to say that there are many elements that lead two people to meet and, if they are lucky, fall in love. Chance is one of them. Sometimes the circumstances are just right. Like a friend trying to set me up with a friend of his. He was sure we would get along, I allowed him to give his friend my number, fully thinking nothing would ever come of it. 

Then my phone started buzzing. It was him, the friend of my friend — let’s call him Charlie —, calling. Not texting, not DMing on Instagram, actually calling. He was nice, said he wanted to introduce himself and make sure that I wasn’t uncomfortable with our friend wanting us to meet. We talked for a little bit about how we met this friend we have in common and the neighborhoods we live in. Then he asked me out to dinner on saturday night and it was so smooth I said yes before even realizing what was happening. 

He called again a couple days later to confirm our date and ask if I liked italian food, because he knew a place. We haven't even met in person and he has already been more present than all my flings together.

I am trying my best to not put any expectations in it, it is nice to actually have this experience. You know, of being asked out and making plans together. Who knows what will happen, but it feels good to be excited for once. 

Until next week! And remember: never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.

Love, 

The Writer

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[pink-booty-butts]

Valentine’s Day Prompts - Peanuts & Promises (Chris Pitt-Goddard x Reader)

(this gif is iconic)

Pairing: Chris Pitt-Goddard x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,045

Summary: it’s valentines day with Chris :) based on the prompt “i used to hate this holiday, you know?” “you remind me every year, honey.” from this list

Warnings: none I think!

A/N: requested by an anon, I’m so so SO sorry this took so long and I’m sorry it’s short!! Also I’m sorry if it sucks, chris is probably a bit ooc because i’ve only watched spy once haha. happy very belated valentine’s day!!

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It was the third Valentine’s Day the two of you were spending as a couple, yet nothing has changed since the first. You bring home heavy grocery bags filled with overpriced chocolate, and Chris picks out a selection of movies to binge watch while he cuddles with you. You were currently attempting to get the keys out of your jacket pocket without putting your bags down, but Chris apparently heard you struggling as the door swung open and you were greeted with the widest smile you think you’ve seen your boyfriend produce.

“Well hello there, cinnamon roll,” he mentions nonchalantly; quickly grabbing the bags from your hands and giving you a kiss on the cheek. He sets them down on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, tapping the cushion next to him impatiently as he waits for you to sit down so he can smother you in affection. “I missed you so much today,” he expresses.

You chuckle while you take your shoes off, touched by Chris’ comment. You lock the door before walking around the coffee table, sitting down next to Chris and sinking into the couch cushions. As soon as you do so, Chris wraps his arms around your waist and leans forward, causing your back to hit the couch cushions while he lays on top of you.

“I missed you too, Chris,” you smile. At your admission he snuggles his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there, before using his other hand to press the play button and begin your movie marathon.

A couple of finished movies later, Chris is busy finding the next movie he has selected for you guys to watch and you’re in the middle of your bathroom break. Once he finds the movie he was looking for, Chris leans back against the couch and notices your beverage cup is empty, so he picks it up and goes to refill it. While doing so he gets lost in thought, looking around your shared apartment that was currently a trip hazard due to the overwhelming amount of clear plastic wrap, chocolate wrappers, and heart shaped box ends littering the floor that neither of you could be bothered to dispose of neatly. While Chris laments that he wouldn’t have it any other way, he is abruptly shaken from his thoughts when he hears the toilet flush; a blessing in disguise as he nearly overfilled your cup of water. He walks back over to the couch with your cup —expertly navigating the mess as he does so— resulting in him setting down your cup on the table right when you return. He sighs happily, gazing at you like a love-sick puppy.

“Thank you for filling up my water,” you tell him, smiling while taking another sip.

Chris grins, amused by the sight of you drinking water after having just gone to the toilet. “If you keep drinking water like that your peanut-sized bladder is going to make you have to get up during the next movie, peanut.”

“You know Chris, normally the food names are cute, but considering you just used the same word to describe my bladder, I’m not sure how to feel about that one,” you laugh.

“Well, peanuts are cute, you are cute, and since your bladder is inside of you, that means your bladder is also cute,” he explains matter-of-factly.

Your eyebrow raises in mock confusion, but you can’t hide the grin spreading across your face no matter how hard you try. “I wish there was something else inside me right about now, if you know what I mean.” Chris smirks at your dirty joke, giving you an eyebrow wiggle and a saucy ‘oh really?’ before the two of you erupt in a fit of giggles.

Chris wraps his arms around you again, laying on top of you the same way as before. “I used to hate this holiday, you know,” he tells you, his voice muffled against your neck.

“I know Chris, you tell me every year how ‘corporations are just profiting off people’s insecure relationships with their significant others, and if they really loved each other, they’d do it everyday.’”

“Exactly peanut,” he agrees. He raises his head to give you a quick peck on the lips, before burying his head in the crook of your neck once again. “You get me, this is why we’re perfect for each other. I love you so much,” he expresses, squeezing you tightly. 

You fall into a comforting silence, enjoying the warm embrace of each other’s presence. However, Chris begins to remember what he was thinking about when you were in the bathroom, and his thoughts quickly turn sour. “Do you think we’ll still be together next year?” he asks, a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?” you question, panic rising in your chest. “Is something wrong?”

“No of course not,” he adds quickly. “It’s just, do you ever think about how our relationship is so perfect? I always thought relationships were supposed to be hard, but when I’m around you everything just feels... easier.”

“I used to think that too, but now I think it just means we’re super compatible,” you respond, trying to ease his anxieties.

“Yeah, you’re probably right, butterscotch,” he lazily leans his arm over the table to put a chocolate in his mouth. He chews slowly, savoring the taste. “We’re going to be together forever, right?”

“Definitely,” you answer, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close to you.

Chris smiles against your neck in response, before lifting his head up again to give you another kiss; almost as if he couldn’t help himself. You then exchange little, fleeting kisses with plenty of giggles in between them, which slowly grow more desperate and heated. 

Through your exchange of soft touches, one of you manages to accidentally hit the remote and the movie Chris selected begins playing right when he slips his hand underneath your shirt. The two of you stop your movements to look at the TV briefly before glancing back at each other, nodding in agreement and diving in for another passionate kiss. The movie continues playing in the background, but it was long forgotten in favor of feeling your skin against his.

[luxaofhesperides]

I know you made the wip post like two whole weeks ago... but if you're still feeling up to it--

alfred pov of these aren't wings

dragons and lesbians

i couldn't choose between the two

i'm always up for talking abt my wips!!! (the wip post in question for any other wips anyone wants to know abt)

here's an excerpt of what i have written so far for the alfred pov of these aren't wings:

“Hi, Mr. Pennyworth!” Timothy greets cheerfully. His hands are still clasped behind his back, and Alfred can’t help but be charmed by how polite he’s being." “I’m afraid Master Jason is out at the moment. I could certainly let him know that you stopped by. There’s no telling how long he and Master Bruce will be out, but the two of you are more than welcome to come in for some tea.” “No need,” Timothy says, “We actually came here to ask for your help.” Alfred raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Is that so?”  It’s odd that they’d come to him of all people. He’d expect Timothy to turn first to Jason, or even Bruce. But the fact that they’d walk all the way to Wayne Manor for help only emphasizes how terrible their situation is; there are no adults around to help them when needed, leaving them vulnerable and dangerously unsupervised. “Yeah. It’s a little silly, though, and you don’t have to help us if you’re busy…” The younger boy besides Timothy scoffs, then reaches for Timothy’s hands. Or rather, he takes hold of the jar Timothy was hiding behind his back. “Damian!” Timothy exclaims, trying to take it back. “What he’s taking so long to say is that we can’t open this. And he’s already broken another jar trying to open it creatively.”  “You didn’t need to add that part, you know.” Damian sniffs. “I know.” Then he holds out the jar to Alfred and says, “Can you open it for us? Please.”

and for my dragons and lesbians wip:

Sophie tries to wiggle free of Belure’s grip, reaching for her. “Carry me! Bel is weak and his arms are like twigs. They’ll break if he carries me all the way up there.” “See if I ever carry you again if you’re going to be so rude about it!” Belure shouts in mock offense, spinning around to make her cling to him, giggling. Their antics make Lythia stifle a small laugh, watching them fondly as they spin in small circles with each step Belure takes. Already, some of the tension in her shoulders is fading away, her unease settling. “Give her here,” Lythia says, pulling Sophie off of Belure’s back. She holds up the small girl with one arm under her hip. She’s much lighter than the dragons, and Lythia has no trouble at all carrying her one-handed for the entire walk back. “Show off,” Belure mutters. He twists from side to side, stretching his back with a sigh of relief. Sophie giggles again, then tucks her head into the crook of Lythia’s neck. She’s asleep halfway through the walk, and Belure and Lythia both do their best to keep quiet lest they wake her and have to soothe a grumpy Sophie for the next few hours.

this wip is very focused on themes of being indigenous vs the ruthlessness of the dominating culture, the importance of not being alone, and findings reasons to keep going even through the hardest times.

also lythia is jacked. completely buff. she's SO big she's got muscles for days and the princess who ends up traveling with her in their joint revenge quest hates her personality (at first) but is down BAD for her arms. as she should be :)

[unclewaynemunson]

The final part to the Wingman Wayne AU is here! (And I also decided to publish the whole thing on ao3!!!)

'You got somethin' you wanna tell me?' asks Wayne when he steps out of the trailer to join Eddie for a smoke, the door creaking behind him.

Eddie still can't believe how that man never fails to be one step ahead of him.

'Um... Can I um...' He clears his throat. He doesn't know why he's being so nervous all of a sudden – it's just Wayne, after all. 'We're having dinner together tomorrow, right?'

'Always on Sunday,' Wayne confirms. His perceptive blue eyes wander over his nephew’s face like he's concerned about something. Then, a strong hand lands on Eddie’s shoulder.

'You know you can tell me anything, right?'

Of course he does. He breathes out, thinks back to that excited look in Wayne’s eyes when he first gave Eddie that number. Wayne’s safe. Always has been, always will be.

'Can I invite my boyfriend?'

His uncle arches an eyebrow, deepening the lines on his forehead. 'Your boyfriend, huh?' he repeats. 'Is he named Chad?'

Eddie bursts into laughter. Of course he would react like that.

'No, he's not,' he answers. 'He's named Steve.'

'Ha! I knew it!'

Eddie only rolls his eyes; of-fucking-course this was going to happen.

'So I take it you wanna tell me you learned to never doubt your old uncle again, huh?’

Eddie snorts. 'Need I remind you that I only met up with him to stop your ridiculous matchmaking?'

'And now that you know how wrong you were ‘bout that one, you wanna apologize to me for bein’ as stubborn as a goddamn mule and beg me to not stop my matchmaking after all?'

'No, I very much still want you to stop that,' Eddie retorts. 'I'm actually planning to keep this one around long enough for you to never have to play matchmaker again. But you know what, Steve has this lesbian friend, I'm sure she'd love to be set up with a cute girl who “looks like a lesbian” to you.'

Wayne doesn't seem to register the sarcasm in Eddie's voice or the teasing twinkle in his eyes; he frowns, looking like he's deep in thought, before his face lights up all of a sudden.

'I met this nice young lady who works for the Gazette, she did some article 'bout the working circumstances at the plant a couple weeks back. Was real polite, actually listened to what we had to say for a change... I'm sure she'd get along just fine with Steve's friend.'

Eddie starts cackling. 'Don't let it get to your head now, old man.' He pauses. 'Or actually, maybe you should. You could become, like, the psychic of the gays. Earn lots of money with it.' Eddie wiggles his eyebrows as he says it.

Wayne merely shakes his head at him, but an almost invisible smile is tugging at his lips. Suddenly, he brusquely pulls Eddie in for a sideways hug.

'I'm happy for ya, Ed. You better keep your Steve around for a while, alright?'

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As soon as Steve arrives at the trailer, Eddie launches himself into in his arms and immediately gets himself a taste of the most delicious kind of strawberry known to mankind, because he might as well profit as much as he possibly can from the fact that he can actually do that now.

Steve gapes at him, his mouth hanging slightly open and his eyebrows raised in bewilderment. 'Dude. Did you just lick my mouth?'

Eddie shrugs. 'Tastes like a lollipop.'

It isn't until he takes a step back that he properly notices the parts of Steve that aren't his pink lips: he's wearing a dinner jacket and holding a bunch of flowers – which by the looks of it got mildly maimed by Eddie's enthusiastic greeting.

'What the fuck, Stevie.' It slips out before Eddie can help it.

'What?' Steve gives him another confused look.

'I mean, don't get me wrong, you're looking insanely hot right now, but... Why are you dressed like we're about to go to the opera?'

'Meeting the parents for the first time, gotta make a good impression!'

'You already met Wayne,' Eddie blankly points out.

'I didn't meet him as your boyfriend, though.' Your boyfriend. It feels fucking unreal to hear Steve say that. And judging by the way it makes Eddie's stomach all floaty and his mouth unable to stop smiling, it's gonna be very bad for that scary metal image he's been working so hard on crafting for himself.

'He's already, like, your number one fan,' Eddie says. 'You need to fuck up real bad to not make a good impression here.'

An adorably relieved look crosses Steve's face at those words.

Eddie squints at Steve's clothes, from the baby-blue button-down to the neatly polished fancy shoes that already got completely ruined by the muddy trailer park ground.

'Dude, you know where we are, right?' he says. 'Just – take a look around you. Do you think we are the kind of people that care about formal clothing and fucking flowers? We were barely able to fit a third chair around the dinner table, we're literally gonna be eating canned macaroni.'

Steve furrows his brows. 'Are you trying to scare me off?'

'No, I'm just giving you the facts. Because you look like you were expecting cloth napkins and, I dunno, maybe the Queen of England.'

'Not really. Just wanted to do it properly.' He shrugs lightly and suddenly seems smaller, like Eddie is not the only one who sometimes gets overwhelmed by figuring out this whole relationship thing they have going on. 'It's important to me. And honestly, your uncle deserves even more respect than the Queen of England, for getting you into my life, you know.'

And Jesus, if that isn't enough to make Eddie melt into a puddle right on the spot... He hopes Steve doesn't notice how rapidly he's suddenly blinking.

'So, you gonna take these or not?'

Steve holds out the flowers, almost hesitant, like he's half expecting Eddie to refuse them. As if he could ever refuse anything Steve would gift him.

'Why thank you, my darling,' Eddie says with a bow. 'You're actually the first guy who ever brought me flowers.' He lets his fingers linger around Steve's as he takes the bouquet from him.

A soft smile crosses Steve’s face. 'And you're the first guy I ever brought flowers to.' He still doesn’t pull his hands away, but instead leans in closer to give Eddie a peck on his lips. And maybe, just maybe, there's something about the whole thing – the jacket, the flowers, the sweetness – that Eddie could actually get used to.

'You wanna get inside and say hi to my uncle?'

'I'd love to. Can't wait to thank him properly for being the greatest matchmaker on earth.'

'Please don't tell him that,' Eddie says with a chuckle. 'He really doesn't need any more encouragement. I'm pretty sure he's already scheming to set up a queer dating agency or some shit.'

‘You should know by now I can hear everything you're sayin' from here!’ Wayne’s voice yells from inside the trailer.

Steve grins as Eddie grabs his hand tighter to lead him inside.

‘It wouldn't hurt you to show him some more support in following his dreams, you know,’ he mumbles to Eddie under his breath.

‘Jesus H. Christ, I can’t believe you’re already teaming up with him to bully me before you even met him!’

He should probably be mad about it, but Steve squeezes his hand and gives him such a precious smile that the only thing he can do is smile back at him.

Holy shit creating this silly little AU has honestly been such a wild ride thanks to all your reactions to it, i can’t say enough how happy all those notifications have made me and I still can’t believe there were SO MANY OF YOU who asked to follow along!!<3333

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[followmybones]

Iwazumi and Oikawa (separate) with a clingy boyfriend

Tōru Oikawa x male reader , Hajime Iwazumi x male reader

male reader; 2nd POV; requested post; separate hcs for the characters

!!! female readers, do not interact, thank you

Iwazumi

 Despite what his cute scowl might suggest, Iwazumi is a cuddly boyfriend. He absolutely adores physical affection. He’s not the type to make out in public, but he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to greet you with a kiss on the cheek and a hug whenever he sees you. 

 High school Iwazumi would be very bashful about physical affection, but he doesn’t let it stop him too much. If he’s walking you to class, he’s holding your hand, no exceptions. He probably even gives your hand a little kiss, when you get to class.  

 If you aren’t in the volleyball club he gives you a big hug before leaving for practice. Probably has to be dragged away by some of his teammates because if he could he would totally stay there hugging you because he knows how much you like it.

 If you try surprising him with hugs when he hasn’t noticed you coming, he’ll kind of assume you’re Oikawa messing with him the first few times you do it. Once he’s used to it, he’ll this a soft, sappy smile on his face, and he’ll wait until you let him go to give you a kiss and wrap an arm around you.

 Adult Iwazumi would receive affection a bit differently. As he matures he starts feeling pride at having a clingy boyfriend, he absolutely adores being clung to, it makes him feel good. 

 Mans will completely melt if you cling onto his arm while on dates, seeing you dressed so handsomely while clinging to him just sends him into a state of bliss. He gets this huge smile and feels the need to compliment you a lot, give you a couple kisses, he just wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel. 

 Iwazumi gives me going out on dates kind of vibes, but with a clingy boyfriend, he definitely feels the urge to just stay home and rewatch old movies with you just to see you all comfortable in your pajamas while cuddling him.

 He tries not to let it show, but the longer you're together, the clinger he gets. It’s so subtle too, you start dating him, and you’re the one initiating all the physical affection. But before you know it is your first anniversary, and you realize whenever you see Iwazumi he wraps an arm around you, if not both of them. 

Oikawa 

 I feel like it goes without saying he loves when his boyfriend gets clingy. He’d be so smug about it too. He’d make a show out of hugging you in front of his friends. He’d say things like “look at the handsome boy I get to call mine,” while nuzzling his boyfriend.

  High school Oikawa is so smug about receiving your hugs and affections, he just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at his friends like “look at what I’ve got, check it out.” He absolutely basks in the attention and loves it honestly, you probably spoil him too much with the affection you give.

 He will pout if you don’t give him a hug when greeting him. Goes through the stages of grief as he pouts, and then he weighs his options, and probably decides to pull you aside and ask if you’re upset with him. He genuinely feels like there’s no reason for you to forget the hug unless you do it on purpose. 

 After he starts getting a bit more serious with your relationship, he’ll walk you to your after-school activity, clinging to you and listening to how your day was until the very last minute, and then he runs all the way to volleyball practice. He slightly fears Iwazumi, but not enough to cut his time with you short, especially if it means he gets an extra long hug from you while you playfully teased him. 

 As an adult, Oikawa levels out a bit, but he definitely still basks the attention, but it means more to him as he’s matured. 

 Oikawa is the kind of boyfriend to hug you and put half of his weight on you claiming he’s just too tired to go on, asking you to carry him, so I feel like there’s mutual clinginess here.

 Oikawa is also the kind of boyfriend to linger at your front door after a date because he doesn’t want to leave yet. He’ll probably have an arm wrapped around you while playing with your hair (or just resting his hand on your nape). He might invite you on a walk to prolong your date a bit, wanting to spend a bit more time with you in his arms. You could invite him in of course, but he likes the feeling of being on a date with you, exploring the world while feeling like the only two people on the planet, even in a crowded street.

 Anytime you go somewhere even slightly crowded Oikawa’s grinning at you and saying something like “better hold on so you don’t get lost, handsome,” while holding his hand or arm out to you. If you happen to get to it first though, he’ll blush before giggling and dramatically calling you his hero and leaning into you.  

**disclaimer this post wasn't really edited, please notify me of any errors you notice

[sugarbooger513]

Nanny (Arataki Itto x reader)

I have been putting this fic off for so long. I must apologize to my best friend @katgalle for the absolute cockblock I have been over this fic. I'm very happy with how it turned out. Hope y'all enjoy.

WC: 4.2k

Warnings: Breeding kink, daddy kink, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), pet names, modern AU, single dad, mentions of divorce, tummy bulge, size kink, soft ending, Itto is so in love  

As soon as the sun rises, so do you. Your day starts early and it’s pretty rare that it ends before dusk. 

You stretch your arms above your head before jumping out of the inviting warmth of the bed in your boss’s house. Well… it’s also your house. 

You started working for Mr. Arataki around a year ago as a babysitter for his twins. He has always paid well and offered you the extra room last month so that he could hire you as a live-in nanny. 

It all works out well for you. You adore the cute little twins, and they seem to look towards you as a strong female role in their life. 

Not to mention that their father is quite the catch. Tall, strong, handsome, and even funny. 

He never gives you details on what happened with the twins’ mother. All you know is she is no longer in any of their lives. You can only assume it’s for good reason. 

As you finish adjusting your blouse, you can already hear the delighted squeals of the children from downstairs. Then, a loud roar booms. 

“I’m the big bad oni, here to steal your souls! Give them here!” 

The shrieks from the kids, paired with Mr. Arataki’s own laughter, makes your stomach do flips. 

He must hate how often he’s gone. There’s never a doubt in your mind that he loves his children. Even when he’s exhausted from work, he makes time to play with them, read them stories, or just cuddle on the couch. 

You decide that you should make your way downstairs before the little ones think you’re lost. 

Little Amelia, who has the same crimson eyes and snow white hair as her father, is the first to notice you. She wiggles away from her dad’s grip to greet you with a big hug. 

“Y/N! Dada said he has the day off today!” 

You scoop her up with a giggle. “Oh? That’s amazing! What does he have planned for today then?” 

Rylen tugs at the crimson horns on Mr. Arataki’s head, making his dad let out a playful ‘ouch!’ 

“We’re gonna go to the park with him! We totally have to show him the awesome fort you helped make!” 

“Well first,” you kiss Amelia’s cheek before walking over to place one on Rylen’s head, “I have to get some food into those tummies.” 

“Oh,” Mr. Arataki looks away from you, suddenly a bit bashful, “I fed them. I made you a plate, too. Just some pancakes and fruit. Not nearly as good as yours, but I thought you could use a bit of a break.” 

Your own cheeks warm at the sincerity of his words. “S-sir, surely you’re still tired from working so late last night. Please, don’t worry about me. But.. thank you. That was very sweet.” 

“Ah.. it was nothing. What would you like to drink?” 

“Sir, let me-” 

Suddenly, Rylen and Amelia speak at the same time. “Orange juice, no pulp.” 

Your eyebrow twitches slightly. “Snitches.” 

Mr. Arataki snorts his laughter, placing his son on the floor. “Ahhh, kids are just so helpful. One orange juice, zero pulp coming up. Rylen, can you and Amelia start getting ready to go while Y/N finishes her breakfast?” 

The twins nod, taking off towards their bedroom upstairs. 

“Mr. Ara-” 

“Itto, please. You talk to me as if we have a huge age gap… Well..” He suddenly blushes. 

You can’t help but giggle at his nervousness. “Ah, seven years isn’t much. Still, don’t you want to spend time alone with them, M- Itto?” 

You don’t catch the way he has to bite down on the inside of his cheek when you call him by his name so casually. 

“You’re crazy, right? You’re part of our family. They want you there just as much as I do.. I mean, I want you there just.. Shit. Take your orange juice from me.” 

You take the juice with shaky hands, gulping down the shocked yelp that almost erupted from you. 

He wants you to come with? Not just the kids? 

He rubs the back of his neck, gently pushing your pancakes towards you. “You mentioned you loved (favorite fruit), so I made sure to pick some up on my way home yesterday.” 

You mumble a soft ‘thank you’ before digging into the breakfast. The pancakes weren’t warm anymore, but they tasted pretty good. Pair it with the fruit and it was actually great. 

Once you finish and wash your plate, Itto grins. “Were they okay?” 

“They were great, sir. Thank you so much.” 

His cheeks dust pink, actually taken back from the compliment. “Oh.. I uh- you’re welcome. They were just.. From a box.” 

“Dada, Y/N, park time!” Rylen’s insistent voice makes both of you laugh. 

“Oops- it seems he gets that from me. Ready to go?” 

“Of course. Do you already have the car seats in your car?” 

He chuckles. “Bought extra ones just so we don’t have to constantly move them between our cars. Wanna buckle Amelia in while I handle our little loudmouth?” He ruffles Rylen’s snowy hair playfully. 

Your eyes widen slightly. He called Rylen.. Ours.. “Of course. Come on sweetie.” Amelia is more than happy to be scooped into your arms. 

Once you make it to Itto’s car, the two of you are quick to get the kids strapped in. Amelia grabs her stuffed monkey that always seems to be within her reach, while Rylen grabs a random rubiks cube that was on the floorboard. 

“Son,” Itto chuckles as he gets into the driver’s seat, “if you figure that out, tell me. You’ll be smarter than your old man.” 

Rylen lets out a laugh, carefully watching the way the cube colors switch as he plays with it. “Dad, I’m already smarter than you.” 

He did not just- 

Itto’s eyes shoot open wide as you cover your mouth to try and stifle the series of giggles. 

“Son, did you just roast me?!” 

When Rylen doesn’t answer, you do. “I think he did, Itto.” 

“Well, ouch, my pride.” 

Amelia’s small voice pipes in. “You have pride?” 

“Hey! I’m taking the two of you to the park and you wanna team up on me? What is this?!” 

The rest of the car ride is filled with laughter, despite the fact that the kids absolutely flame Itto. Still, it seems to make him very happy that all of you can play together like this. 

As soon as the kids are freed from the confines of their seatbelts, they make a break for the swings as if there are other kids here. News flash, there aren’t. 

“Twins, I swear. They really think I’m lame.” 

You reach out, gently placing one of your hands on his bicep. Your gentle touch makes him glance over at you. 

“No one thinks you’re lame, Itto. You’re just funny to pick on cause you get loud.” 

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Admitting you don’t find me lame, are we?” 

You tilt your head. “I’ve never found you lame, Itto. You’re a great person.” 

Itto chuckles, but it sounds fake. “Ya think so?” 

You’ve never seen him insecure, so the way his crimson eyes lose their arrogant gleam makes you worry. Does he really think bad of himself? 

“I know so. Don’t you?” 

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, obviously trying to find the words to say. “Well.. not to sound like some grandpa or anything, but one day you’ll find someone in this world you’ll love, see a future with, and their opinion alone will.. Well,” he lets out a sigh, eyes now focused on Rylen and Amelia swinging, “it’ll shape how you see yourself.” 

You can’t help but frown at the uncharacteristic seriousness in his voice. “Your.. ex wife found you lame?” 

He sighs softly, letting a fake smile appear on his face. “It doesn’t matter what she said. Not anymore. I’m over her because my family thinks I’m pretty alright.” 

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, chuckling as Rylen falls onto his butt when he tries to jump off the swing. He notices his dad watching him and waves, letting out small laughs of his own. 

“They really admire you, Itto. Every day I’m told that ‘dad is so cool’ or ‘dad is my hero’.” 

“I hope it never changes. I know one day it will, but a man can dream.” He finally meets your eyes, smiling softly. “And how about you?” 

You blink in confusion. “Me? What about me?” 

“Well, I did say my family finds me pretty alright. That includes the girl sleeping in my spare room.” 

Your face warms, making you look away from his sharp eyes. Damn, there’s no way he doesn’t notice at this point. 

And you’re right to think that. 

A sense of pride fills his chest when he notices the red creep its way onto the apples of your cheeks. You start to play with your own fingers, desperately trying to find your words. 

He finds it intoxicating. 

No matter how you see yourself, how you think your body looks, you're so small to him. He can easily pick you up, shove you against whatever surface is closest to him and- 

“Itto, I already said you’re great. Did you not hear me the first time?” Your soft reply snaps him out of his thoughts. 

“I did, I just wanted to hear it again.” 

The rest of the day is spent playing with Rylen and Amelia at the park. After that, Itto declared that ending the day with takeout sounded awesome, so that’s where you four had dinner. 

The twins really know how to tire both you and Itto out, but you can’t have imagined it being a better day. 

It really made you feel like the four of you were a happy little family of your own. Itto even gave you a few hugs, obviously ecstatic to have some time with everyone. 

Rylen yawns, snuggling into the crook of your neck while you rub his back. “I-I’m so sleepy..” 

You watch as Itto finishes buckling in Amelia. “I know, buddy. Let's get you home and in bed, okay?” 

He nods, squeaking when his dad takes him from your arms gently. “Sorry, kiddo, gotta buckle you in.” 

“I can do it, dada.” 

Itto smiles, albeit a bit sadly. “Let your old man do it for a bit longer, ‘kay?” 

As he buckles his son in, you walk around to get in the car. Itto isn’t long after you, smiling softly as he buckles himself up. 

“So, bed as soon as we get home?” 

The kids don’t answer with words, but with small snores. You can’t help but giggle when you look back and see them already asleep. 

“I think they agree.” 

“Me too. Y/N, are you gonna go to sleep too?” 

Truth be told, you were almost asleep on your feet during dinner. These kids have too much energy. For some reason, the words that come from your mouth don’t reflect your thoughts. 

“Eh, probably not. I’ll just read until I’m tired. Why?” 

He smiles, reaching his hand over to gently pat your leg. The sudden contact makes you jump slightly, but he doesn't seem to react to it. 

“I was thinking that we could spend some time together, just talking. Does that sound okay?” 

“O-of course, sir.” By the archons, you scream in your mind, just fucking touch me.  

As if reading your mind, his long fingers dance their way up your thigh, gently squeezing as they do. “Good girl..” 

You swallow hard, trying to control your breathing as he teases you, but it still comes out heavy and ragged. 

“Y/N,” his whisper is suddenly harsh, “tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable.” 

You want to scream no at him, beg him to continue, but the words are on the tip of your tongue and refuse to come out. Besides, the kids are sleeping in the backseat. You look behind the two of you at their slumped bodies, whimpering softly. 

“They.. not here..” 

He immediately moves his hand lower on your thigh, still caressing it with soft strokes of his thumb. 

“Does that mean you still want to do.. Anything?” 

You nod, placing one of your hands on his. “P-please? Just.. at home?” 

He grins, a boyish excitement taking over his features. Despite that, he lets go of your thigh to grab your hand and bring it to his lips, gently kissing each knuckle. “I can do that. Hell, I’ve already waited this long,” He pulls into the driveway, smirking at you, “what’s five more minutes?” 

With that, he hops out of the car, leaving you frozen in your seat. 

“Can you grab Rylen for me, Y/N?” 

“Y-yes sir! Of course!” 

You help him unload the half asleep kids, somehow barely managing to wake them in the process. Once inside, the two of you make your way upstairs, opening the twins’ shared room to place them in their beds. 

As always, you place a kiss on Rylen’s head before moving to Amelia, doing the same. Itto follows behind you, whispering to each child that he loves them. 

Once the two of you get to the door, you reach down to flick on their little snail night light before turning out the overhead. 

“Sweet dreams, babies. I’ll see you two in the morning.” 

The twins hum in response, but it’s only Amelia that speaks. 

“Night night, momma. Night night, dada.” 

Your eyes shoot open, but the feeling of Itto’s hand on your lower back quiets you. 

“Goodnight, my angels.” He shuts their door, gently leading you downstairs. “Did she offend you back there?” 

“N-no, of course not! I just wasn’t expecting that.” 

He chuckles softly, finally taking his hand from your back once the two of you make it downstairs. “I’m glad. Wait, I mean I’m glad she didn’t offend you, not that.. Ugh. Whatever, you know what I mean.” 

His awkwardness is suddenly back, causing him to rub the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eye. “About.. Earlier.. Are you still interested in.. ya know..” 

Your face warms again, making you gulp down your nerves. Why must he be hot and sensible? “I mean.. I-I have been for a while and.. I’d hate to miss out..” That came out way more awkward than you intended. 

However, your words seem to spark something in his gaze, making him look in your direction with a smirk. “A while? Why haven’t you mentioned it?” 

He expects an answer. You know he gets worried if anything goes unanswered for him. “Well… you’re my boss who was going through a rough divorce. That would be.. Very inappropriate. Besides, I worry that the kids would find it weird.” 

He chuckles, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. The crimson hues are filled with what you can only describe as hunger. 

“Divorce is finalized.. I told you that when it happened. The kids love you, so what would they find weird?” 

You gulp at how gently his long nails run along your skin. His eyes follow what you can only imagine is a trail from them. His scarlet eyes find yours in a heated gaze, but he only stares at you. He doesn’t say anything else. 

He’s obviously waiting for you to speak. 

“I.. well I’ve been their Nanny for some time now and.. And people around here know that. Aren’t you worried how everyone else would-” 

Your rambling is cut off by Itto shoving you into the nearest wall and slamming his lips to yours. The kiss is full of teeth and tongue, neither of you caring about anything but being as close to each other as possible. 

His large hands slide under your ass, squeezing it harshly and lifting you as if you weigh nothing. You let out a squeak, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grins cockily at you. 

“Fuck what they think, I want you. Come on now, Y/N,” one hand comes up and suddenly wraps around your neck, “tell daddy you want to be his good little girl.” 

Your eyes roll back when he gently squeezes the sides of your neck, filling your head with a fuzzy feeling. “I-I wanna be daddy’s good girl.. Fucking christ, Itto please..” 

He lets out a short laugh before pulling off the wall, quickly walking into his room. “Please what, baby? What can I do for you?” 

He drops you onto his bed, smirking as your body bounces on the mattress. Your pupils are blown wide with lust as you watch him pull his shirt over his head. 

“T-touch me, daddy.. Please?” 

He wastes no more time pulling your pants down your legs. His eyes are instantly drawn to the dark spot staining your panties, making him groan. 

He falls to his knees in front of the bed, slowly pulling the drenched fabric down your legs. His eyes don’t leave your pussy for a second as he does it. He can see your essence already shimmering along your slit. 

“So fucking pretty, baby.. I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.” He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your thighs as he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. 

“W-what are you doing?” He laughs softly at the question. 

“Me? I’m simply enjoying what’s mine. Now,” he places one of your legs on his shoulder, “try not to wake the kiddos, okay?” 

He lays his tongue flat against your pussy, slowly dragging it up to gather every bit of the tart liquid coating it already. You already start to wiggle, so he grabs your hip and holds you down easily with one hand. 

“Now, I can’t enjoy this if you’re squirming around.. Be a good girl and let daddy pleasure you.” 

You whimper, but give a slight nod. “Y-yes daddy.. Please do it more..” 

He smirks, gently blowing air on your neglected clit. “Of course baby.” 

His tongue is gentle when swirling the bud, but he eventually gets tired of being gentle and opts to start sucking on it. But Archons, you’re doing your best to behave and hold still for him. He can hear your whimpers and whines that you try so hard to hold in. 

You can feel a knot tightening in your abdomen. He gently grazes his teeth against the sensitive bundle, causing you to yelp louder than you meant to. His eyes instantly look up from between your legs, narrowed in a silent warning.  

When you feel two of his fingers circling your entrance you arch your back in anticipation. He takes that as a yes and easily slides them into you. 

The sudden stretch makes you whine loudly, now reaching down to grab at the crimson horns on his head. He growls feeling your hands wrap around them so tightly. 

“Oh fuck..” He ruts against the mattress before diving back between your legs, making loud slurping noises as he curls those fingers into the spongy spot that has you writhing in his iron grip. 

“Come on, I know you’re close.. Stop fighting it.” He forces a third finger inside of you, making you let out a choked sob. Pair the stretch with his long nails and you find yourself teetering closer and closer to the edge. 

“I-Itto I’m-” 

“Cum for me now, baby. Give it all to daddy..”

Your back arches from the force of your orgasm, the tightening around Itto’s fingers making him moan softly. 

He’s slow when pulling his fingers out of you. When the two of you meet eyes, he starts to slowly lick your fluids from each finger. “You taste amazing, Y/N. I could get used to that. Now,” he stands, already fumbling to get his pants off, “still want this?” 

You sit up, reaching to help him untie his sweatpants. Your smaller hands easily work the knot out and you shove them down his muscular legs. However, your jaw drops at the outline of the bulge in his underwear. 

“See something you like, baby?” His smug grin makes you blush darkly. 

“I-I.. Is it going to even fit?” 

He snorts a bit of laughter, now pulling off his last article of clothing. Your eyes shoot open wide when the head of his cock slaps his lower abdomen. He wraps his hand around it, slowly stroking it as he pushes you onto your back.  

“Either it goes in easily or I force it. Either way, it’s going to fit. That okay with you, little one?” 

You nod, still wide eyed as you feel the swollen head of his cock circle your much smaller entrance. His eyes soften once he starts to push in, scanning your face as you whimper and squirm. 

“Shhhh, you’re doing so well. Feeling full, sweetie?”

“A-Ahhh~ Yessss daddy..” 

Your head feels fuzzy from the overstimulation of his cock rubbing your gummy walls, which are still twitching from your previous orgasm. He lets out a low groan as you tighten even more around him. 

His eyes scan down your body to where the two of you are connected. He feels a little bad seeing how red and used your hole looks now, but the way you have to stretch to accommodate his size sends a shiver through him. 

“Oh fuck.. Give me your hand, little one.” 

You do as he says, confused as he slides your hand down your stomach. When he stops, you gasp at the feeling of a large bulge in your lower abdomen. 

“Like how deep it is? Feel me in your tummy, huh?” 

He tests the waters by slowly pulling out before slamming back into you. The moan you let out gives him all the confirmation he needs to start a brutal pace. 

You let out a squeal, much louder than you meant to, and it causes him to place his large hand over your mouth. 

“Don’t know how to listen, do ya?” 

His free hand goes to the bottom of your right thigh, gripping it harshly as he pushes it up towards your chest. Your eyes widen from the new angle, tears pricking at the corners. 

“So fucking small.. I could break you like nothing, you know that? But you want that, right? You just want daddy to fuck you stupid even at the expense of your innocence, huh?” 

You nod with every question, little squeaks and moans slipping past the cracks in his fingers. When his nails dig into your thigh, you let out a yelp that is barely contained by his hand. 

“Shhhhh, little one. Let daddy have his fun and breed your pathetic little cunt full, alright?” 

Your eyes roll in the back of your head at his filthy words, and they cause you to clamp down around his cock. He hisses as you do so. 

He finally takes his hand from your mouth and reaches between your bodies to sloppily roll your clit between his fingers with a devilish smirk. 

“Can’t fill you up until you cream all over me baby. Let it out for daddy..” 

You wiggle, squirm, thrash, do anything you can to almost avoid the onslaught of pleasure his fingers are bringing you. It feels like the coil in your stomach only tightens, so close to snapping but never quite giving in. Your mouth hangs open, drool now dripping down your face as you stare at him with large pleading eyes. 

He can’t help the small, loving smile that graces his handsome features. Your look is begging for him to feel the same pleasure you do. 

Even when you work around the house, he knows you have a thing for him praising you as you do. Of course sex is no different. 

He leans into you, gently kissing your swollen lips. “That’s my girl.. You’re doing so well for daddy, you know? Wanna feel you cum all over me. Can you do that for me? Please, Y/N?” 

Your hands fly up, wrapping around his broad shoulders to pull him as close as possible as the coil finally snaps. You let out a moan of his name so softly beside his ear. The sound makes his hips still. He growls, clenching his jaw hard as he finally releases deep inside of you. 

He holds his weight up with one arm, using the other to wrap around you as his hips twitch from the stimulation of staying inside of you. 

“G-good girl.. Taking me so well… f-fuck..” 

He turns his head towards you, capturing you in a kiss that leaves you dizzy. He spills all of the emotion he can into it. 

He’ll be damned if you ever believe you’re just a quick fuck. 

“Y/N, I want you to know that.. Y/N?” 

He chuckles to himself when he realizes that you’ve already fallen asleep. The sight makes his heart flutter as if he’s a child with a crush. 

I suppose we can always discuss a date in the morning. We have the rest of our lives to do it. 

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[eddieschains]

okay i saw you taking requests and ofc i have to make one bc... how tf can i not but also bear with me bc this is my first time ever making an actual request and im scared

so you know when you're in the "less than lovers, more than friends" stage? yes. something like that with joe but he sees you being 'friendly' with some other guy and yk just some fun some jealousy some smut if you're feeling frisky 👀

i did not make any sense and now im gonna dig a hole and kms out of embarrassment. sorry you had to read that.

oh my god im literally so honored that you chose me for your first request 🥲 hopefully i did it justice queen !!

TW: rpf (don’t like it don’t read it), language, drunk sex kinda??, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

You had known Joe for years now. You two went to school together and shared the same friend group. There was always some kind of sexual tension between you two, and it became a running joke between your friends as to when you two were finally going to swallow your pride and start dating. Joe swore that there was nothing, and would always be nothing, between you two other than your regular playful flirting. That was until one new years party and a few too many tequila shots later, when you guys broke your promise, and were soon ripping each other’s clothes off in the bathroom of your best friends house.

And that brings us to now. It’s been a year since then, and you and Joe had practically become inseparable. Despite the fact that you guys fucked like rabbits, and went out for lunch almost every weekend, you both agreed to not make your relationship exclusive. With Joe being away from home a lot, and you constantly working late hours, it would be hard to start and maintain a relationship. So, you just relished in the time you two could spend together.

After a whirlwind year for Joe, he finally was getting a week break for the holidays. Since he hadn’t seen much of his friends all year, he organized the whole group to go out to a club together. Like Joe, you also hadn’t done much other than work all year, so you were excited to get dressed up and give no fucks for a night.

You put on a short black dress showing as much cleavage as possible, some red platform heels, and a thin gold necklace Joe had gifted you for your birthday. Your hair was done in beach waves, and you put it in a high ponytail with a couple pieces framing your face. Your makeup was minimal besides a sharp cat eyeliner, and a bold red lip. Most people might say you were dressed slutty but fuck it. This was a night to let loose and you were going to do exactly that.

Your car was in the shop over the weekend, so Joe had agreed to pick you up. You’d probably be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t dressed like this for him. At least a little bit. You heard your phone ping, signaling a text from Joe saying he was outside. Grabbing your purse, you practically sprinted out the door into his car.

“Oh hey sexy.” Joe greeted you, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

You laugh, “Hi. Ready to get fucked up?” you respond.

“Always.” He puts the car in gear, and starts driving to the club.

You pull into the parking lot to see all your friends waiting for you. You hop out of the car to be greeted by very loud heys and finallys.

“Oh look, the love birds finally decided to show up.” Your friend Jess said, pulling you into a hug.

“There’s no love birds here.” You gave Jess a look, telling her to shut up.

“That’s right, they’re just fuck buddies.” Wesley joins in. You roll your eyes and strut inside of the club.

The night was going great. Joe reserved an entire section in the back of the club for everyone to hang out and catch up when you weren’t cutting shapes on the dance floor.

Joe had his arm wrapped around you all night, making the love bird jokes a little harder to dispute. Once you had a few drinks, you were feeling a little frisky, you excused yourself to the dance floor.

You’re swaying your hips and tapping your feet to the sound of the music when you feel a pair of hands on your hips. You turn around to see a tall blonde man smirking at you, hands on your hips moving your body with him to the beat.

The two of you don’t exchange any words, you just start grinding into each other letting the music take you. His hands are roaming up and down your body before they land on your ass. Your arms find their way around the boys shoulders while his lips find theirs on your neck.

You continue grinding into him, small moans leaving your mouth until suddenly, your arm is being yanked from him and you’re dragged outside of the club.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” It’s Joe. He’s staring down at you with a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“What the fucks wrong with me? What the fucks wrong with you?!” He spits at you. You’re confused. He can’t be mad at you for dancing with someone else, you two aren’t even together.

“Are you jealous Joe?” You say with a condescending tone. He just laughs at you.

“You can’t be jealous Joe, you and i are not together. And if i remember correctly, you’re the one who originally wanted it that way.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy who gives you attention.” He knows that presses a button.

“Fuck you Joe. You don’t get to sit here and tell me i can’t have fun or i can’t fuck someone else.”

His eyes drop. “Are you fucking other people?” Silence. “Y/N, are you fucking other people?” He raises his voice.

“Like i said, we’re not together. We’re not exclusive. You expect me, a grown woman, to sit here while you’re gone for months at a time and just wait around for you?”

“Just because we’re not in a relationship doesn’t mean i’m okay with you shagging other guys.” He’s still yelling. You’re sure you’re bringing attention to yourselves, but that’s not exactly on the forefront of your mind. You need him to know he can’t pick and choose when he wants you.

“That’s not how it fucking wor-“ His hands grab your face as he pushes his lips on yours. You can’t help but to give in. You pull him closer to you as your tongue finds its way into his mouth.

He pulls away, “Follow me.” He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you back into the club. He leads you straight to the bathrooms and you know exactly what’s about to go down.

You two stumble your way into a one stall bathroom as he locks the door behind him. You can see the tent poking through his trousers as the heat between your legs starts growing.

“Face the mirror.” He commands. You do as he says, leaning over the sink and gripping onto the sides of it.

He lifts the bottom of your dress up and tears your panties off, earning a groan from you. His fingers immediately reach

for your pussy and he starts rubbing circles on your clit. You feel him grinding himself into your ass as his other hand reaches around your neck.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my cock inside of you and no one else.” He’s looking at you through the mirror, rubbing faster circles around your clit.

“I want you Joe. I want your cock and no one else’s. I want you to fuck me like you own me.” He groans in your ear and removes his fingers from your cunt.

He pulls his pants down, his boxers with them before slapping your ass. The pain makes you wince, but it doesn’t last long because before you know it he’s shoving his cock all the way inside of you.

“Holy- fuck Joe!” You scream out. You’re sure people outside can hear you but you couldn’t give less of a shit right now.

“Fuck babe you’re so fuckin tight. Gonna make me cum too fast.” He’s pounding in and out of you at an unhuman rate. Your body starts to go limp, and you hang your head lower, focusing on your grip on the sink to keep you from falling down.

Joe wraps his hand around your neck and brings your head back up.

“Uh-uh. Look at yourself in the mirror.” He gives you no choice but to look at yourself.

Seeing the way your mouth involuntarily hangs open as he drives his cock deeper inside of you.

“See that? See how good i’m making you feel? There’s no way anyone else could make you feel this good. Such a dirty fucking girl.” His words make your pussy clench around him. You can feel his cock twitch inside you and you know he’s close.

His hand releases it’s hold on your neck and starts to focus back on your clit, trying to bring you over the edge.

“Oh my god Joe. Please don’t- fuck- don’t stop. Please please please.” You feel tears forming in your eyes as you beg him for a release. You see him nod through the mirror, allowing you to cum. Your body tenses up as a wave of pleasure washes over you, making you lose your balance once again.

Joe grabs onto your hips to both hold you up and give him more leverage to fuck into you, now chasing his own orgasm.

“Baby- oh shit- baby i’m gonna cum. M’gonna fucking cum!” He barely finishes his sentence before you feel his load dripping out of you and down your leg. He stays inside for a few minutes, places kisses along your back before slowly pulling out.

You fix your dress and your hair as he pulls his pants back up.

“Don’t talk to me like that ever again.” Joe says.

You smirk at his words, “If i speak to you like that again will you fuck me like that again?”

He rolls his eyes and smacks your ass. “Shut up. Now you can go back to grinding on that fucker with my cum dripping out of your cunt.”

[hyuckilstan]

Pretty Boy (2) - H.Rj

Pairing: sub!Renjun x fem!reader.

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: not proof read so please understand if autocorrect fucks me up 😭, masturbation, dry humping, loss of virginity, nipple play, some dirty talk, riding, unprotected sex, lots of petnames. (I think that’s about it, idk honestly-)

Summary: you were supposed to just do a group project, but change of plans, oh well, you weren’t complaining

Wc: 5.7k+ words

a/n: pt 2 of Pretty boy if you wanna go read it. This was long awaited and I apologize for taking so long but... Enjoyyy ;-;

☽·Masterlist·☾

“Did you actually hook up with him?” your friend asked you wiggling her eyebrows, you looked at her confused, trying to understand what the heck she was talking about. He rolled her eyes pointing behind subtly.

You looked back, your eyes laid upon the one and only Huang Renjun, much to your surprise it seemed like he was staring at you, something about that made your ego inflate.

He waved at you shyly, you only smiled and turned your head again leaving Renjun blushing out of embarrassment. His friend Haechan didn’t miss this and laughed at him while Renjun hits his shoulders, causing the other male to groan dramatically.

“Yes but no, I gave him a hand and that’s it, he was so drunk and you know I don’t like that,” you said and your friend nods, “But he was cute, I’d definitely like to go further with him, I want to hear it from him though, it would be fun,” you say and your friend immediately agrees, giving you a thumbs up on your plan.

It’s not like you had bad intentions with your plan, you were actually quite interested in Renjun, it would be a totally different thing from what usually goes on in your sex life, you were mostly the sub so it would be nice for a little change, Renjun just so happened to have caught your eye for that.

And there was absolutely no doubt he was also interested in you, he made it clear that night and the days after when he would look at you not so subtly from the side and bicker with his friends about how he wants to approach you but can’t, he may be quiet but his friends aren’t exactly the same.

So you thought of something, why not make him confess in a fun way, to spice thing up, you wanted to see him ask or even beg you for it, for you and to touch you or for you to touch him.

And the way you looked away like nothing happened everytime your eyes met or how you would just walk past him as if you never knew him in the first place seemed to work, to be honest you didn’t even expect him to remember what happened but you got lucky he did, it would be sad if your chance with someone as cute as Renjun was to slip away from your hands.

“Okay!” your teacher clapped her hands loudly, grabbing the attention from all the students there, “I’m going to be picking pairs for a project,” she says and some of the students whined about how they wanted to choose their own partners.

“Hush! Anywaysss, I’ll start assigning the pairs so pay close attention,” she says and started calling out the names of the students, you were pretty much uninterested in whatever was going on, though you knew two things, project, pairs.

“Oh! Y/N and.....you! Renjin right?” she says loudly, Renjun’s friends were laughing with the mispronounciation of his name and you giggled as well as you faced behind to him. While Renjun looked at you, kinda drifting off from reality.

“It’s Renjun,” you say and the teacher nods, apologising for her small mistake, “Thanks,” he mouthed and you smiled and just looked away once again.

The class was over in no time to give the students time to think about what they should do, something about expressing what you were good at, anyhow you liked so you could say it was either very easy or very hard to think about, depending on the compatibility of the partners.

“Yo Y/N come here!” Jaemin shouted behind you gesturing you to go to their place, Renjun glares at Jaemin while he wiggles his eyebrows at him while biting his lips.

“Hi guys,” you greeted them, Jaemin, Haechan, Jeno and Renjun were there, Jeno was still looking disinterested on what was going on as ever, Jaemin was being his goofy self and Renjun was avoiding eye contact with you as much as possible while fidgeting with his own fingers.

How cute.

“So me and Renjun are on the project together,” you said smiling at Renjun, this time finally showing a smile that you were happy or seemed interested in him. “Tha-that’s right,” Renjun stutters and you couldn’t help but find him so cute that you gave him a headpatt which caused another panick in the male’s head.

“Y/N if we’re gonna work on something we’re good at, I could work with you in the bedroom, if you know what I mean,” Haechan half-jokes winking at you, normally you would roll your eyes at him, but this time you laughed at his lame joke, mostly to rile Renjun up.

The other friends give him a look of disgust, and soon they were bickering yet again. “Y-Y/N?” Renjun says, pulling on the hem of your shirt to get your attention, like those shy children asking their teachers for something, and as soon as he did he takes his hand away swiftly, “Yes?”

“Uh....where would you like to work on the project?” he asks, he was so fucking cute by how flustered he was being, “Definitely not the library, too many people, so either mine or your home, I have a roomate but whatever, is that okay?”

“Oh actually! My house is empty, I mean it’s not empty I have furnitures and stuff too but what I actually mean is that I basically live alone and my house is free so we can-”

“Don’t be nervous,” you say enjoying how nervous he was everytime you talked or interacted with him. His friends were once again laughing at him from behind, he just wished the embarrassment would swallow him alive or something.

“Ah sorry...so uh yeah, my house is free if you want to work on it there,”

“Sure! Let me give you my number,” he looked up at you, “Nu-number?” he stuttered yet again cursing at himself under his breath. “Yeah, to contact you about more details?”

“Oh right,” he says struggling to take out his phone out of his pocket and almost dropping it, he handed you his phone and you quickly typed in your number, “Here you go! Don’t hesitate to contact me on other matters too,” you said with a beaming smile, much different to your usual smug smile.

Renjun nods and bows awkwardly as you walk out of there and out of the class, sitting down and hiding his face, “That was so fucking embarrassing!” he stressed out.

“So Y/N is the handjob girl I’m presuming,” Yangyang says looking at his flustered friend. “When did you get here?! Also you told them?!” Renjun looks up at Jaemin, hitting his shoulders, “They were bound to know with how you were acting anyway,” Jaemin shrugged it off while Renjun groaned out knowing that what he said was true.

“But I don’t think she remembers,” he said under his breath which his friends didn’t manage to catch so they asked him to repeat what he said, “Nevermind,” was all he said before picking up his belongings and heading out to the next class.

The boy went to the next class, somewhat relieved he didn’t see you there, he sighed out going to his seat, as soon as he did a ding sounded out of what he thinks is his phone, maybe he forgot to mute it.

He opens his phone seeing a message from an unknown number, once he did, his heart started racing all over again.

Unknown: Hi JunJun! It’s me Y/N, telling you that in case you get surprised with this unknown number.

He exhales heavily, not knowing how to react to the petname, even though it was through a mere text, he could clearly hear you saying it.

Unknown: anyways can we work on the project on Saturday?

: Oh hello, uh sure Saturday works fine, I’ll let you know the address later....

Y/N✨: Okay I’m looking forward to it!

: Oh likewise

The antsy male waited for another text to pop up, but nothing did. He sighed sitting on the bed behind him, slowly leaning back to lay on his back, it was like you were playing with him, making him get what he wants but never enough and leaving him wanting more or expecting more.

Then flashbacks hit him, the night you were on top of him, despite being drunk and all that night, he remembers, maybe all too well that he constantly thinks about it.

He could remember how your pretty hands were wrapped around his member and how good it felt, he had touched himself numerous times but it hit different when someone else did, when you did it.

Sometimes he wish he didn’t so that you wouldn’t make his mind all conflicted, but he couldn’t just push that memory past his head, he wishes that he has atleast another chance to see you on top of him again.

“Fuck” he curses under his breath as his hands ever so slowly starts sliding down to the tent that was growing in his pants, this situation wasn’t new, ever since you set such a view for him he keeps thinking back.

And that resulted to countless nights where he would pleasure himself, pumping his length, imagining you on top of him while he asks you to stop but he knows he wants you to keep going.

But then again, it was just his imaginations which is often disappointing to him, he just wanted to fuck you, but he doesn’t know how to initiate that, he’s not as flirty as Jaemin, not as smooth talking as Haechan, not as good at striking conversations on a common ground as Yangyang or not as attractively mysterious as Jeno.

But unbeknownst to him, that would be the exact reason why you were also interested in him, he didn’t try too hard to perceive himself out to people as something he’s not, he was cute and adorable, a little geeky and he gets a bit too passionate talking about what he likes that he would end up rambling for example: the dreamer bird he drew and it’s abilities etc.

As cliche as it is, he was nothing like anyone you had met before and that intrigued you, it made you want to know more about him, but you know him, he wouldn’t just say it, you had to make him say it somehow, not forcefully of course.

It was more if a fun, little innocent game that would be a benefit for the both of you, its not like you would go too far to the extent that someone’s feelings could get hurt.

“You did it again you fucking pervert,” Renjun scolds himself breathing heavily as he came in his hands, getting up to the bathroom to wash up.

Guilt washing over him that he thought of you this way and what you would think of him, but who was he to blame for liking the way you looked, the way you talked and the way you looked at him.

He was going crazy over you.

·—☽✧•°♡°•✧☾—·

Y/N: If it’s okay, can I come over at night? My friend told me I had to work her shift :P

: Oh don’t worry about it! I don’t have anything to do anyway

Y/N: Thanks^^ you’re the best!!!<33

He throws his phone away, face palming himself, “Great! Now you made yourself look like you have no life,” he mentally scolds himself again, just then has doorbell rang, Renjun already knew it was his friends with the continuous ringing of the bell.

Groaning, he goes to the door to open it, “What do you guys want?” he asks in a stern voice after seeing his friends Haechan and Jaemin, “Well damn that’s how you’re greeting your beloved friends?” Haechan says acting highly offended.

“I’m just not in the mood for this right now, Y/N’s coming over and I’m just really stressed cause you know how I feel abo-” Renjun covered his mouth realizing that he was talking about you, it wasn’t nothing too shocking, not if his friends did not constantly call him out for having a massive crush on you, he literally just admitted it himself.

The two males in front of him looked at each other then to him with an ‘I knew it’ grin, “Don’t even-” ignoring what he was saying the both shouted like high school girls.

“Our Renjunnie finally admits he likes Y/N!” Haechan shouts, taking a chance to hug him tightly, Jasmin joined as well as Renjun groaned when they squeezed him in their arms.

“Don’t worry, I just know you’ll get your dick wet,” Haechan smirks, “I swear to god I'm so close to un-friending you right now,” Renjun says, “You can’t! You love me too much,” Haechan cooed at Renjun.

“Okay in all seriousness, do you want us to stay or go?” Jaemin asks, Renjun gives it a thought coming to a conclusion that these people won’t give him a good advice anyway, “I think I’m good at handling this alone so- leave”

Jaemin nods, “Mhm! I suppose game night can wait, but Jeno and I will probably come over tomorrow to pick some stuff up so don't get up too late,” Jaemin tells him and he nods, Jaemin then waves goodbye at Renjun while dragging Haechan out.

·—☽✧•°♡°•✧☾—·

“Hi Junjun!” you greeted when Renjun opened the door, he bowed slightly and told you to get in and make yourself comfortable.

“You got a nice home,” you complimented looking around the cozy home, it suited Renjun well, it was nothing too crazy but it was cozy. “Thanks...would you uh..like something to drink?”

“Uh no thanks I’m good, so tell me, you live alone or what?” you asked crossing your legs, Renjun’s eyes wandered down your thighs as the skirt rode up a bit, you simply ignored this when he looked away flustered.

“I guess, they just travel a lot,” he says and you hum, “So, I was thinking...about our project, perhaps we could do something with paint, that’s something we can both do,” you suggested and Renjun’s eyes lit up, liking the idea of that.

“Oh that’s great! So...should we get started? We could- go to my room,” you nod to his suggestion and went to his room after grabbing the items you needed.

Renjun tried his best to be sneaky with the glances he gave you, but he really admired you, and he has no idea why he was so nervous around you, he has always been a shy type of person but with you, it was in a whole new different level.

He was anxious about many things, if you had caught him staring at you, what you would think if you saw the countless drawings of you in his sketchbook he had drawn in art class or what you would think if you found about him jerking off to the mental picture of you.

“Hey Renjun! You ok?”

“Oh huh? Yeah no, I’m perfectly fine,” he muttered and you smiled at him, “Are you sure?” you asked again and he gulps down feeling like he was stuck.

You were now leaning closer to him, he felt his heart beat faster when you were now dangerously close to him, “I uh-” he stopped speaking his sentence when you held his chin with your index finger and thumb, “Sorry, but there’s paint here.”

“Oh? Where?” He chuckles nervously finding it hard to look at you in the eyes, with you being so close and all, he could hear your calm breathing, much different to his shaky one.

“Here.”

Without warning, your lips were now pressed against his pillow soft ones, at that moment, he felt like the world just stopped, a tingly sensation in his stomach made it even more magical.

When you pulled away from the short lasting kiss, you chuckled when you saw that he was just sitting there like his brain short circuited, “That- i- what-”

“I was your first kiss wasn’t I?” you ask, he pushed his lips together in a line, he could taste your strawberry chapstick, his ears and cheeks started burning up and a tint of pink coloured his cheeks as he nods.

“Yeah....” he responds in a whisper, he wanted more honestly, but he was too scared to ask, well fortunately for him, you knew.

“Do you wanna....do it again?” you requested and Renjun nodded in response, too quick for his liking but you giggled at him, finding his fluttered state extremely cute. You leaned closer to him for another awaited kiss, what really cane off as unexpected to Renjun was how deep the kiss was.

He got even more so surprised when your hands pulled him closer by the back of his neck, making him gasp and you smirked against the kiss, slipping your tongue in, at that very moment Renjun could feel the butterflies in his stomach, you did too actually.

But then at the same time, Renjun felt something else, and it was not the fucking time he thought, he pushed you away by the shoulders and he cursed under his breath, embarrassed by the fact that he was literally growing hard by kissing you.

You looked at him concerned, “What’s wrong pretty boy?” you asked, your face still dangerously close to his, “I just- have to-”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

The question so straight forward and sudden, it caused him to blabber out incoherent words, “What-” “I can see that baby, its not so unnoticeable,” you chuckled pointing down at his growing erection all while maintaining the eye contact.

Renjun felt his heart beat even faster, having wet dreams about you was one thing, but then his mind went back to your previous question which echoed in his mind as his throat suddenly goes dry, “Do you want me to touch you?”

“What will it be pretty boy?” your voice was low and seductive as you were thumbing his hands which slightly quivered when you asked that question, Renjun took a sharp breath, weighing his options, there was really nothing to lose honestly, just the fact that he had little to no experience and he would act weird, resulting in you to leave, he was always one to over think.

He looked away, unable to look into your eyes any longer without becoming a tomato, “What’s wrong baby boy?” you made him face towards you with your finger, “You don’t want me? There’s no pressure if you don’t,” you said in a tone that hints disappointment, “N-no!” he suddenly shouts and he cringes at himself, “That’s not it,” he blushes.

“Then what is it? You can tell me you know?” you asked patiently, as tempting as it was to just fucking give him all the pleasure you could deliver then and there, you would like his consent first. He went quiet for a while, thinking if he should tell you or not till he came to a conclusion, the quicker you say it, the quicker you will get over the embarrassment

“It’s just that- you’re really experienced, and I’m not, I’m worried I’ll do something weird,” he admits finally and you chuckle, he thought it was to make fun of him, but that thought was soon pushed away, “That’s what I like about you Renjun.”

Honestly, you saying his name calmed him down and he was able to look into your eyes, “Huh?” he looked genuinely confused and you chuckled again, “I find it cute of you, but the thing is....I could always....teach you, you’re such a good boy I doubt you’ll do bad.”

once again, Renjun’s heart flutters in your words of reassurance, “You will be a good boy, right?” you asked in the same low voice as before, this time resting your arms on his shoulders, subconsciously, Renjun nods, sucked right into your charm as he always was.

“Then...can you touch me? I’m your good boy....” he whispers, just enough for you to hear it, and you nod flashing him a smile. What happens next gives you a pleasant surprise though, this time round, Renjun was the one who initiated a kiss, and no doubt he was getting better, your arms link behind him to deepen the kiss and he hums in it.

He continues the kiss, you were a bit ahead of him but he managed, kissing you with much vigor and enthusiasm. Then one of your hands start traveling down his chest, at first he thought nothing of it, still too indulged in the heated make out.

Though, his eyes grow wide as he whimpered in your mouth when your hands palmed his erection, his quite thin material pants not helping at all. You smirked against his lips, “You sound so fucking pretty baby,” you whisper after pulling away to catch some air.

“I- nngh~” he bites back a moan when you did the same thing again, “You’re quite sensitive aren’t you pretty boy?” you giggled, continuing to palm him, “I wanna see that cute dick of yours again,” you whisper as you attacked his neck with kisses leaving him a whimpering mess.

“Please....” he sounded breathless, already. “Let me hear you baby,” you say, he lets out a whine when your hands leave his clothed dick, but you hushed him by pressing your index finger against his pillow soft lips.

“Lay down,” you said and Renjun followed your commands quickly, you get off the bed and Renjun being Renjun, worries again, thinking you were about to leave him like that, but you leaned down, playing with the waistband of his pants. You looked up into his glossy doe eyes, biting your bottom lip, you tugged on his pants and he lets out an ‘Oh’, lifting his hips up so that you could pull his pants down, leaving him in his underwear and shirt.

He still felt exposed though, especially when you eyes him up and down, following your eyes, he looked down at his grey underwear, a dark spot present, it was clearly precum, and a whole lot too. “Oh wow baby, you’re that needy?” you teased “Thats-” he tried saying something in his defense but he didn’t actually have one.

You and neither did he utter a single word when you took off your panties, Renjun watched attentively as the blue laced panties slid down your legs. You got on the bed, your knees sinked into the mattress and your thighs were now on either side of his laying figure as you started straddling him, “I want to try something first okay?”

He nods timidly, enjoying the view of you above him, once again after many days of daydreaming about it. Your hands rides up his gray shirt, his skin so soft and sensitive that it sent goosebumps all over his body.

He throws an arm over his mouth, trying to conceal a moan that exits his mouth when your suddenly tweaked his nipples, “Oh you like that,” you giggled, noting it down in your mind, his shirt was now rid up just enough to expose his nipples.

“ffuck...that feels weird,” he curses when your leaned down, flicking your tongue over his nipple while your hand kept tweaking his other one, “In what way pretty boy?” you said as you resumed your ministrations on him.

“In a good way, shit- a really good way,” he whimpers and you pull away breaking a string of saliva as you did so. You look at Renjun first, and fuck he looked so pretty, looking already fucked up, The back of his hand red from biting it on attempting to bite back his moans and whimpers.

You smoothly positioned your core against his erection, “Ready baby?”

”Ready for what- Oh shit!” he shouts when you grind your core against his clothed dick, “That feels really good” he says seeming out of breath, you smiled satisfied and proud.

You didn’t say anything further, only continuing to move again, his dick moving against your clit also creating a blissful pleasure for you, “Fuck...” you cursed with your eyes shut as you kept moving as sounds of pleasure left the mouth of the fucked out boy under you.

Soon enough, your juices started coating his underwear as well and nasty squelching sounds filled the relatively large room, along with you and Renjun’s own sounds of pleasure that left your mouths. Your head was thrown back and Renjun’s eyes were shut tight as you kept moving, that too with a now much hasty pace.

You looked down at Renjun, the strands.of his hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, his mouth slightly agape as he breathed heavily, his hands weakly moved to your dress, pulling on the hem of it, as if asking to take it off since he seemed to be to much in a haze to ask you to do so.

Renjun looked at you with glossy and expectant eyes as you struggled to take off your dress as you kept moving back and forth on his still clothed dick. Once you did, he loomed satisfied and happy, watching you as you easily took off your bra along with the dress, your breasts bounced as you focused on dry humping him again, it didn’t seem like he was going to last any longer.

“Shit- I think I’m about to cum,” he says and you look at him, biting your lips again as moans left your mouth, “Then don’t hold back,” you reply and a rather loud moan leaves Renjun’s mouth, which you could only guess he had came.

Your hips stopped moving, ignoring your own release considering Renjun’s sensitivity, “Fuck...I came...” he said staring up to the ceiling, out of breath and his chest heaved up and down. It took him a while to realize that you had stopped moving, “You didn’t-” you shook your head, “All I want is your pleasure baby,” you say pressing a kiss near his eye.

“But....I want you to,” the last words of his sentence was quiet, you raised a brow at him. “Are you sure you can handle it babyboy?” you asked and he shoots you a ‘don’t underestimate me’ look.

“Yes! I mean...I can be your good boy,” he says blushing with a small smile on his face, “Fuck, you really are my pretty boy,” you say cupping his face.

“Very well then,” you get off him, pulling down his arousal coated underwear, his cock already growing hard again, “Oh babyboy you’re quite needy,” you giggled, getting on him again, while giving his cock a few strokes till it grew hard again, which thankfully took a only a short amount of time.

Your entrance was already wet, which won’t make it hard for Renjun’s length to enter into your hole. Wasting no time, you position yourself, aligning his cock to your entrance, sinking down slowly, Renjun groans loudly when he feels your walls hug his cock deliciously, fluttering around his length as you sank down, staying like that for a while.

You cursed once you sank down entirely, clenching around his length feeling the delicious stretch inside your wet hole. “Y-you look really pretty,” Renjun compliments you, feeling more than aroused seeing your naked form above him, which only makes him remember, this is the first time anyone has done anything like this to him, in other words...you were his first, and he was glad, he doesn’t think he would have it any other way if he were to be honest.

“Thank you pretty boy,” you reply, holding yourself on his lower abdomen area as you slowly started rocking your hips, a sigh leaving both your mouths once you start moving.

You then start to lift your hips, sinking down again in a slow pace at first, yet it still feels so good and wonderful. Renjun couldn’t help but keep staring at your tits which bounced along with the rest of your body.

You noticed quickly, and with a grin you brought his hands, placing them on your breasts, encouraging him to touch you as much as he’d like to. He was a bit meek about it at first but he soon adapted, kneading the soft flesh, low moans that sounded like honey leaving his mouth repeatedly.

You now started to move in a much faster pace, bouncing up and down along his cock, head thrown back as loud moans leave your mouth as Renjun’s cock hits all the right places, he seemed to enjoy it as much as you, his face scrunching up in pleasure, still massaging the flesh of your breasts.

You took one of Renjun’s hands, your moans grew louder when you moved his hands down to your clit, “Rub it, not too hard or fast,” Renjun nods to your words, following your words and rubbing your clit, observing your facial expressions to see if he was bringing any pleasure to you.

And a feeling of pride grows in him when your moans grow much louder, your hips moving faster, he felt the same feeling as before when you were dry humping him, and he knew just what it was, “I’m so close Y/N,” he informs you and a loud moan fills the room, yours, to be specific.

“Fuck....me too baby,” your voice was breathy as you said, more like whimpered out that sentence. You proceeded to bounce up and down, your juices travelling down Renjun’s cock to his balls, down to the bedsheet, you were extremely close now especially with his fingers rubbing your clit, adding even more pleasure, the knot in your stomach tightened with each bounce, till you couldn’t hold it anymore.

A long and loud moan leaves your mouth as you climaxed, your mouth hung open at the electrifying orgasm, “I’m gonna- cum-” Renjun huffs, feeling overwhelmed with your walls clenching around him. And Renjun finally shoots his seeds in you, painting your walls white with a loud groan.

You both stayed there breathless, your chests heaving up and down. “Fuck, that...felt so good,” he says not believing what just happened was real, he would be so fucking disappointed if it wasn’t. You chuckled, “Yeah,” you said in agreement.

“Oh i- came-” Renjun goes wide eyed realizing that he has released in you, you get off of him, “Its okay Jun, I’m on the pill,” you say and he sighs in relief, not even sure of what that means, but you telling him not to worry was enough.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you ask, and he points towards a door just besides the drawer where his collection of action figures stood, “Come on, let’s wash up,” you taped on his hand, “To-together?”

“We just fucked Jun, and you’re still shy?” you teased him and he chuckles nervously, sitting up, “I suppose its still somewhat new...” he scratched the back of his neck.

You smiled at him, that same warm smile which makes him feel so safe somehow, “But okay...” he says again standing up and holding your hands which you had held out to follow you into the bathroom

·—☽✧•°♡°•✧☾—·

The constant ringing of the doorbell interrupts Renjun’s peaceful slumber and he groans, sitting up with a messy hair, still half asleep. The doorbell rings once more and he gets up, “Alright alright! I’m coming,” he says annoyed.

He pauses in his tracks though, scanning his room, spotting your discarded dress on the floor, his eyes bulge out, looking around but not seeing any signs of you around.

“Well goodnight Jun, I had a great time.”

“You’re going home this late at night?!” he asks in a worried tone and you nod, “Yeah, I’ll be fine, plus your shirt is surprisingly comfy,” you say with a wide smile, putting your arms out to show him just how comfortable you were in it.

“Still....you could just stay over...” he suggests in a whisper but you could still hear it, “Plus...I want you to- s-so can you stay?” he asks nicely, playing with his fingers.

“Okay.”

His heart beats even faster when the doorbell was no longer ringing. He dashes down the stairs, his eyes widening seeing your figure at the door, and he knew just who was outside.

“There he is!” Haechan shouts obnoxiously loud and Renjun was already annoyed in advance of what his friend will have to say. You turned around after closing the door, confused why his friends were huddling over Renjun.

“Let me go!” Renjun shouts after breaking free of his friends, walking to you with his cheeks tinted pink, all of them looking at him as if fighting the urge to tease him. “Hi,” he says and you reply with the same word.

“My friends are weird...” he says and you giggle, “I’ll be off Renjun,” you say and he looks at you blinking his eyes a few times. “We have school,” you remind him and he nods awkwardly.

“I liked spending time with you though, do you wanna perhaps go out after school?” this time round he was the one to make an advance, that didn’t mean he was no longer anxious though, he was screaming in his head, chaos happening in his mind.

“Sure, I’d like that,” you said and Renjun sighs of relief, “I’ll go get my stuffs,” you say and he nods seeing you walk up the stairs.

He looked back to his friends, “I want not a word,” he says but that didn’t stop his friends from mocking him and making fake kissing noises.

“But hey atleast you finally are getting pussy,” Haechan says wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He gave no mind to his friends anymore, all Renjun could think about now was that he was going to take you out on a date, a feeling of excitement filling him along with some fear of messing up.

Still, he unconsciously smiles, feeling warm inside, and despite all the fear and over thinking that was to come.

He couldn’t wait to take you out.

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[lonely-lost-soul]

“I’m Not Soft.”

Request 5: Techno and the voices simping for the reader, maybe after reader gets in (and wins) a fight or something more domestic like farming or playing with Steve

Requested By: Anonymous 

(Technoblade X Female Reader)

~Added a little bit of spice~

Technoblade kicked the snow off his boots sending little flurries all inside the doorway of his cabin. He had just arrived home, he was coming home much later than he anticipated getting held up at a long-running syndicate meeting. He was greeted by the savory smell of baked potatoes and steak, it had him practically drooling. Techno wandered into the kitchen after hanging up his cloak by the door, his plate was sitting in the furnace. He peeked inside and saw it was set on low heat just to keep his food warm, he smiled softly. 

‘She’s so thoughtful. Keeping it warm for us. We should give her a kiss! Where even is she? Find her before you eat. You can sit together!’ 

Technoblade let out a soft hum of acknowledgment listening to the advice of the voices and searching for his lady love. He stepped into the living room and noticed the fire was roaring away in the fireplace, you were still here then, very early on he made sure you knew to put the fireplace out when you were finished in the room. He had a close call with Tommy when he was living here, and since then he made sure to remind you constantly about the fireplace. He spotted you and Steve curled up next to one another by the said fireplace, you were buried in his white fur and he was snoring away loudly beside you. A book was in your lap and you were wearing one of his shirts as a pajama top, socks with little bears on them adorned your feet. 

‘Oh my god, they’re so cute together. Take a picture! Take a picture! She looks so peaceful…’

Technoblade smiled gently making sure he did end up snapping a picture, just so he could tease you about it later. Plus you were adorable and you snuggling with Steve really melted his frozen heart, 

‘SIMP!’ 

     “You guys are doing the same thing shut up.” He growled under his breath finally walking over to you, Steve cracked his eyes open and let out a low snarl before comprehending who stood in front of him. Once he recognized The Blade he let out a disgruntled huff before falling back asleep, his movement caused you to stir. Technoblade watched as you rub the sleep from your eyes, before running your hands through your messy hair. “Morning Princess,” He cooed squatting down beside you. You blinked blearily at him for a moment before a smile lit up your face, you moved quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He couldn’t help but smile in response to the hug, his hands were placed on his lower back as he squeezed.

‘So small and cute. Just like a little kitten.~ Can you give her a kiss now? I’m tired of asking for a kiss just do it. Stop making him sound like a simp. Wait look she’s pulling away-’

You pressed a kiss to his lips murmuring a weak, ‘welcome home Protesilaus.’ He shivered a little at the use of his Greek title and gave you a kiss back. 

     “Did you make me dinner?” You hummed nodded your head sleepily, “You spoil me, Princess.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and you nuzzled into it, you looked blissful. 

     “Only cause you deserve it, big guy. Want me to sit with you while you eat.” 

     “If you’re up for it.” Another kiss was pressed against the side of his lips and he purred fondly. You giggled a little and he flushed darkly, “Don’t laugh at me that’s cringe.”

     “Not laughing at you, I just love it when you purr. You’re like a big lion, who’s only soft for me.” He scoffed with an eye roll, 

     “I’m soft to no one.” 

     “Sure you’re not Tech.” You gently pat his cheek before standing up and cracking your back, Technoblade stood up beside you. The both of you walked into the kitchen, you sat at the table while he grabbed his meal. He dug in and his eyes fluttered, 

     “This is so good, god I’m so glad you’re my girlfriend.” 

     “Just for the cooking?” You teased fluttering your eyes at him and he looked thoughtful for a moment, 

     “Well, that and the great se-” You let out an indignant sound interrupting his sentence you went so red it even spread to your ears. Technoblade laughed loudly, “You’re so adorable when you’re flustered,” a smirk spread across his lips. 

‘We got her. Oh my god, she’s so cute. Awwww she’s embarrassed what a sweetheart. You should pinch her cheeks. Show her what we mean- DON’T BE GROSS. He was gross first though!’

     “You’re a terror,” You scoffed fanning your hot face with your hand trying to cool yourself down. 

     “Exactly and don’t you forget it, Princess.” He had a soft pink flush across his cheeks as you flipped him off, “Maybe later.”

     “Techno!” You squawked as he roared with laugher, “What is with you tonight!?”

     “I just missed you. I’ve been away from you all day can you blame me?”

     “I suppose not…” You trailed off smiling softly over at him and he smiled right back at you. “I’m going to head to bed, you coming or what?”

     “I’m right behind you.” He hummed placing his plate in the sink before following you up the stairs. 

The next morning was dedicated solely to you, not only because Technoblade wanted to but also because the voices just wanted to stay close to you. Your head was tightly tucked underneath his chin as he watched you sleep. The rise and fall of your chest was hypnotic and he placed his hand on your chest feeling your heartbeat flutter against his hand. He smiled watching you wake up for a second time with a sweet yawn, he kissed your nose as you regained consciousness. You snickered softly giving him a kiss right back, “Morning Techno.” 

     “Morning Princess,” He greeted, “I was wondering if you wanted to walk Steve with me today.”  

     “I’d love nothing more,” you smiled warmly “on one condition.”

     “And that would be?” Technoblade raised an eyebrow, his hand gently stroking your hip. 

      “I get to wear your cape.” His face scrunched up with disgust, 

      “My cape is sacred, you know this.”

      “I promise I’ll take really good care of it. Please for your wonderful and stunning girlfriend.” 

      “Eh?” He muttered as you batted your eyelashes at him, and despite his original distaste the voices melted seeing your face. 

‘She’s so cute. Adorable, look at those big ole eyes. Tell her she’s cute! Love of our life truly. She’s a teasing little shit ain’t she? Let her wear the cape, what's the harm?’

       “Cringe,” Technoblade said instead and the voices groaned loudly in his ears, he watched your face settle into a pout. He clicked his tongue annoyed at your pout, “come or don’t either way I gotta walk Steve- oof-“ Technoblade grunted as you sat down on his hips glaring at him. 

      “Give me the cape now.” You glared into his eyes, hands gripping onto his shoulders, his eyes lit up with amusement. 

     “Oh, you taking charge here Princess? I don’t mind if you think you can handle me.” The voices and he relished in the way your entire face turned red and you rested your forehead on his neck. 

    “You’re impossible but I’m still taking your fucking cape cringe-lord.”

     “Nerd.” He mused with a fond kiss to your lips, “but fine. I suppose you can borrow it.” Technoblade relented with a small smile, as your entire face lit up like the sun. 

‘Worth it. That smile! Be still my heart! She’s going to look so adorable. Trust us Techno you made the correct choice.’

He rolled his eyes and watched you tilt your head to the side, “The voices?” Technoblade gave a little nod. 

      “They’re being stupid.”

‘STUPID! FUCK OFF! WE’RE HELPING YOU SCORE!’

      “What’re they saying?” 

Sweat gathered on Technoblade’s brow, well now he couldn’t say they were complimenting you. He’d look like such an asshole. 

        “Nothing important.” He tried to cover himself up quickly and you gave a little smirk of your own. “Shut up don’t-“

       “Aw, do they like me?~” You cooed pinching the man’s cheek. “I love them too, they’re a part of you after all.” Now it was Technoblade’s turn to flush red all over if the voices weren’t gushing before they were now. 

‘Kiss her oh my god kiss her. We love her too! Tell her that right now! She needs to know! Bark bark bark bark! Everyone here is a simp. I’m the only one with a brain cell. Technooooooo tell her pleaaaaaseeeee.’

      “They Ugh...they want me to tell you they love you too.” He watched you smile again, “they also want me to give you a kiss.”

       “Well tell them I accept their kiss.”

       “Oh, they know sweetheart believe me.” He leaned forward to capture your lips, he felt you sigh pleasantly against them. His hands moved down to rest on your hips, rubbing gentle circles on them. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss but you pulled away from him, he let out a growl of disagreement. 

        “Oh hush up you grump. We have to feed the bears and dogs, plus if we’re walking Steve we need to get going.” 

       “Tease.” He grunted as you whacked him on the chest, before hopping off his lap to get dressed. He followed you out of bed, as the both of you got ready for the day ahead. You finished before Techno and slid down the ladders to whip up a quick breakfast and feed Steve. By the time Technoblade came downstairs, Steve was happily chowing away and you handed Technoblade two slices of bread. He gave you a quick kiss on the side of his head before shoveling the food into his mouth, he heard you giggle and he raised an eyebrow. “What’re you laughing at exactly?”

     “You’re eating like Steve,” Technoblade made an indignant sound of protest which only caused you to laugh harder. Sometimes he genuinely wondered how he put up with you but then he remembered he loved you and wouldn’t trade you for the world. He only rolled his eyes at you before grabbing Steve’s designated leash and hooking him up to it, the bear let out a huff and his little stub of a tail began to wiggle. “Someone’s excited,” You cooed at the bear scratching under his chin, “My big ole sweetheart.”

     “(Y/n) he’s supposed to be a killing machine please don’t coddle him.”

     “Oh fuck off Techno. Look at his face!” You squished the bear’s cheeks between your hands, “he wouldn’t hurt a fly!” The bear rumbled loudly in his throat but it was more of a pleasant sound than a threatening one. Technoblade raised an eyebrow at the antics before him, 

     “Leave our guard bear alone and go put on your boots.” You huffed but ultimately decided not to be a brat and listen to your boyfriend for once, you stood beside the door as Steve and he wandered up towards you. An eyebrow was raised and he looked you up and down, 

     “What?”

     “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He watched you slowly blink before patting the sides of your winter jacket, and he chuckled deeply. He took off his cape and draped it across your shoulders, your face lit up and you snuggled into the fluff. It flowed behind you much more than it did when Technoblade wore it, it was swallowing you up. 

‘She’s so precious! We were correct, good job Techno. Such a good, sweet girl. We’re protecting her from the harsh elements! True! You don’t want her to get sick do you?’

Technoblade snapped out of his thoughts as he felt a soft kiss against the side of his cheek, “Thank you Tech, you made my morning.”

     “Anything for you.”

‘We’d kill for her you know. If anyone even looks at her wrong we’ll tear them apart. Guys, could you lighten up a little? Sheesh. Never she’s our stability.’

     “Shall we?” He held out his arm and you wrapped your hand around it snuggling against his side, he really was down bad for you. The both of you stepped out it was a beautiful sunny day the wind only a gentle chill, Techno grunted as Steve eagerly pulled him forward. He heard you laugh as he stumbled down the steps, he shot you a glare over his shoulder and you flipped him off. 

‘Hot.’ 

Technoblade’s face scrunched up in disbelief, “what the hell chat…” he muttered but the heat he felt in his cheeks showed he agreed with the voices. Once again at his side the two of you walked in the direction of Snow Chester, once you both came to the shoreline Technoblade turned towards you. “Would you like to visit L’manhole someday day soon?”

     “Like you even have to ask me that. I’d love to see the damage you caused.”

‘Our little anarchist in training.~ I for one, Can’t wait for her to join the Syndicate. We don’t want her to remember, we want to protect her. Exactly, her joining could put her at risk.’

     “Then we’ll go soon I promise.” 

     “I look forward to it big guy,” You cooed, pressing a feather-light kiss to his lips that sent electricity down to the tips of his toes. He tilted his head deepening the kiss slightly, his hand cupping your cheek, it was so small in his hand. He loved hearing the soft whimper you made against his lips as his tongue slipped into your mouth but the moment was shattered as he heard Steve let out a low warning growl. He rapidly pulled away and shoved you behind his back, he came face to face with BadBoyHalo, the egg cult leader himself. “Is that BBH?” 

     “Looks like it,” Techno muttered as you slipped out from behind him, the demon was in his smaller form and he waved enthusiastically. “Careful Princess,” Techno murmured hesitantly, watching him skip over, “remember the egg.” 

     “I got this Tech, no worries. I’ll be back in a moment alright.” You met Bad halfway and Technoblade shuffled uncomfortably. 

‘Don’t let her go. He’s gonna hurt her. Keep a steady eye. She’s not fragile but eavesdrop just in case. Be careful, and keep alert. Blood for the Blood God. Not yet shut up.’ 

Technoblade clicked his tongue but did eavesdrop on their conversation allowing Steve to sniff at the ground nearby for bugs.

     “(Y/n) my little muffin! How’re you doing?” 

     “I’m doing good Bad! I haven’t seen you in a while, how're you doing? Still doing egg stuff?”

     “Of course silly! That’s why I wanted to visit you.” He grabbed your hands, “I need your help.” He grazed his claws across the back of your hands, Techno watched you raise a suspicious eyebrow. 

‘That’s my girl. Always being suspicious and alert.’ He mentally praised, and the voice agreed with his though,

     “And that help would be what exactly?”

     “You need to convince Techno to give the egg a second chance!” You stared at him blankly and Technoblade tried not to laugh. 

     “Bad, you’re one of my good friends but I fucking hate the egg too.” His smile faltered a little bit and Technoblade’s hand went to the sword on his hip. Bad’s smile quickly returned and cupped your cheeks,

     “Language dear.” He scolded his smile turning strained, “this just means I need to introduce you to the egg silly! It’s going to love you,” 

     “Bad No.” He began to squeeze your face, nails digging into the flesh of your cheeks. Your eyes flashed with fear and Technoblade was about to step forward and intervene but skidded to a halt as he watched you knee Bad in the stomach. Technoblade’s jaw fell open, as you grabbed Bad’s arm as he bent over in pain and flipped him over your shoulder slamming his back into the snow and dirt. Bad let out a pained sound, but all Technoblade could focus on was the way his cape flew to the side with a flourish as you recovered. Your hair stuck to your cheeks as you glowered at the demon, “Don’t touch me.” You stood up, looking more regal than Techno’s ever seen you look, “Go home Bad, and don’t come back till you’ve sorted yourself out. This egg thing has really fucked with your head.” You walked back over towards Techno and smirked at him the fire in your eyes still burning bright. You brought a hand towards his face and you closed Technoblade’s jaw with your finger, “You’re going to catch flies babe.” His jaw snapped shut as you winked at him, you took Steve from his hand and began to walk away. 

‘Damn the cape’s covering her ass. THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE FOCUSING ON?! SHE JUST FLIPPED BADBOYHALO LIKE HE WAS A SACK OF POTATOES! NO FUCKS GIVEN! Stop screaming you’re too loud. Get me a woman who can flip me like that. God, I love strong women. Techno go make out with her right now don’t let her get away with that! We made the right choice with her, maybe she should join the Syndicate. Yeah but then seeing this side wouldn’t be as special-’

     “Tech you coming?” You called over your shoulder, 

‘Yes ma’am. Anything for you. Such a tease.’

He said nothing but followed in your footsteps, hands twitching at his sides, desperately trying to ignore the way the voices purred and begged for him to make out with you right here in the snow. 

As soon as you removed the collar from around Steve’s neck, and hung it back in it’s place by the door Technoblade pushed you up against the wall. You gave a squeak in surprise that he absolutely relished in, maybe he was a little bit of a sadist. His cape fell from your shoulders with a soft clatter as he roughly pressed his lips to yours, he watched your eyes droop closed before closing his eyes as well. “That was the hottest thing we’ve ever fucking seen,” He growled against your lips hoisting you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist. 

     “We?” You said breathlessly as his kisses moved from your lips and down to your neck, 

     “The voices.” He nipped at the skin between your shoulder and neck, enjoying the way your breath hitched in your throat. 

     “Oh,” was all you managed to get out letting your head fall back against the wall with a soft thump. Techno snickered against the burning skin on your neck, you whined a little before meekly murmuring, “Don’t stop. Please Technoblade.” 

‘Well, you heard the little lady. Don’t stop Technoblade. Make her beg some more first. Agreed, that’s what she gets for teasing us after all. Give the girl what she wants already. Who are we to deny her when she looks like that? We live to please one person and that’s her.’

Technoblade panted softly, throughout his life he was never one to deny giving the voices what they wanted. Especially when that something was you.  

[lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall]

Tamed Seas - Poseidon x Reader

(A/N)

This is the very first post I’m making on this equally new account and also the very first time I am ever using a second person POV for the reader. Let me know your thoughts!

The following story is just for shits and giggles. I do not own any of the characters, they are the property of Shinya Umemura and Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

Warning: Swearing from my disclaimer.

Tamed Seas

Poseidon x Reader

They were never allowed to stare.

If Poseidon never looked anyone in the eye, deeming them unworthy of even a simple gaze, then anyone other than himself were equally unworthy in looking at his wife.

Just before the meeting had started about a decision to be made on humanity’s fate, Poseidon had entered in his full regalia, his wife walking alongside him. Of course, such a prestigious couple deserved such a special entrance, as Hermes, per Zeus’ request too, played his violin most ceremoniously, a proud smirk on his face upon seeing the royal feet step perfectly on the red carpet he had immediately placed upon knowing of their arrival. Zeus’ older brother held a record of never attending meetings, much more any simple get-togethers unless they were of real utmost importance such as this one.

Shiva’s eyes grew at the sight of the couple. Even though Poseidon’s wife had originally been a mortal who had ascended to godhood, you were glowing and looked as ethereal as Aphrodite. Was he seeing things? He blinked and leaned forward in his seat. The last time he saw you was at the announcement of your wedding, then after the ceremony he never caught a glimpse of you ever again and only heard stories of your new and impressive conquests. Were you always this godlike?

As if reading his thoughts, he gulped upon finding himself at the receiving end of Poseidon’s cold and stoic stare. He shrugged his shoulders. Man, he had heard rumors of his sudden protectiveness towards his wife, but he never expected him to be this overly protective. He was merely trying to figure out if his wife was always glowing like this or not. Both figuratively and literally.

Alright, maybe he was checking you out a little bit.

Unlike the god of the seas, his wife greeted Zeus, and all the familiar gods with a warm smile. It had been ages since you had seen them all together, and the sight brought a sense of nostalgia to the days where you had first earned their favor, then their respect, and then their friendship. Although your story might not be as mighty (and as physically taxing) as Hercules’ was, you considered those ‘young’ days to also be one of your best apart from getting married to the man god who you had given your heart for and will continue to love and cherish for the rest of your life. Since you became Poseidon’s wife, you had not had much time to do leisure outside the palace, and correspondingly after heralding the title of ‘queen of the seas,’ you had taken it upon yourself to help your husband in matters concerning his own kingdom and the vast seas themselves.

“Master Zeus—” Zeus threw you a knowing look. “My apologies, Zeus, it’s such a pleasure to see you again!”

“Same here, little lady! Judging by the frequent calmness of the Atlantic Ocean, I trust you and my brother are faring along quite well?” The father of all gods chuckled, then wiggled his gray eyebrows. “Why, I must say, me and most of the other Olympians have been waiting for some new gods and goddesses to rule alongside us, if you know what I mean! Ehe he~”

Characteristic of your husband, Poseidon simply scoffed before muttering how gods such as themselves need not gossip. Blue eyes never left the Hindu god however, and unbeknownst to his wife, he lingered closer to you than usual whenever the both of you were in public.

This time, Shiva had had enough. He was sure he only looked at the direction of Poseidon’s wife only once, and admired you only once as well, yet he was being skewered by the god’s gaze for longer than what he had intentionally allowed. As if he had openly claimed you as his! He was the god of destruction for heaven’s sake, and would not allow this sacrilegious act, regardless of whoever he had to settle the score with. If it was with another prominent deity, then it would be a lot more fun. Golden eyes narrowed daringly, an equally challenging aura oozing from his form and startling the nearby gods.

“Lord Shiva, are you okay—”

“(Name). How many times do I have to repeat myself? You have no need to refer to other gods with honorifics.” Your attention whipped to your husband, who to your surprise, held a familiar, challenging stance. Unbeknownst to you but the other gods especially Aphrodite, Poseidon simply matched the challenge of the Hindu god. “You are the wife of the seas. All the other gods are beneath you, as they are beneath me as well.”

Upon hearing this, Shiva gripped his concrete armrests too greatly and it crumbled to dust under his strength. Pumped at where this interaction seemed to be heading−the thought of fighting, he stood up, arms on the ready to cause destruction. Despite being in the middle of the crowd and quite far away from the center of the stadium where the couple stood, he caught glimpse of the famous trident he would never be caught dead wielding. Now this was getting interesting!

“My rules are simple: you disrespect me, you die,” He pointed at Poseidon, which the latter found disgusting enough to scrunch up his nose.

“Should we put a stop to this, Lord Zeus?” Hermes asked behind a white gloved hand. Not exceeding any expectations, Zeus laughed after a stroke of his beard and clapped. He always was one to find entertainment in alike situations, especially after the fact that this was the only time, he and all the other gods had really felt Poseidon riled up. The expression on the god of the seas’ face remained calm but it was betrayed by the suffocating, dominating presence he emitted from where he stood.

“And after you die, your wife would become firsthand witness of realizing how your title betrays your strength,” Shiva stretched, but halfway through noticed Poseidon’s quick work of his trident. He took a stance and prepared for the parrying move.

Amidst the unexpected battle that was soon to happen, to everyone’s surprise, a whistling sound echoed along the tension-filled stadium. It was a tune most foreign to the gods, all except one. From your lips, a beautiful melody poured out as a soft gentle breeze seemed to have begun to blow. It was an old tune you had learned from one of your many lifetimes in the mortal world,

And the very same one you had sung to Poseidon that had sustained him in trying moments.

Poseidon came to a full stop, his muscles unmoving as he listened and slowly, put his trident down. What was he thinking? He should not have been swayed by a foolish taunt committed by a foolish god. He was perfection incarnate. His wife would never fall for a foolish antic, so why did he? Now he was both angry and confused with himself. How could he have allowed himself for even a moment, for others to see him angry over this? What even was this?

Without the need to look at you, relishing in your fine tunes reminded him of the initial catalyst to his reaction and an answer to his question. Whenever matters concerned his wife, his emotions, which he learned were out of his control, seemed to defy all rational logic, which, even at the very beginning of your courtship, bypassed his ego. Of course, despite these strong feelings, the one thing Poseidon had control over were his actions. Therefore, he had always had a grip on how he presented himself. Although it was still a slow progress to figuring out this foreign feeling with his wife, the only other being he deemed truly worthy to allow into his life, anyone else will never have a chance of being privy to this side of him−a sentiment that thankfully, his wife shared. Though he never admitted it, he was confused and left mulling over for some time when you had also told him before that you had meant a different thing.

“…Foolish. Gods have no need for wars, we are perfect beings ourselves. You are not the reason for my presence here and are not worthy of my time and attention.” Another long silence fell, finally broken by Poseidon, ignoring the mix of surprised and fearful stares. His legs started carrying him towards the direction of one of the high stage boxes in the stadium. “Come, (Name).”

Shiva, who had his fists out and ready to fight, blinked twice in confusion before grunting, scratching the back of his ear violently in frustration. “You Greek gods have always been boring! And here I thought I’d finally be able to cause some destruction again, this time in Valhalla…”

Other than the Hindu god himself, none would ever understand if he had riled up the Greek god on purpose for the sake of his own entertainment or, perhaps, for something more personal. Zeus, meanwhile, followed the sight of his older brother walking quietly alongside his wife. Aphrodite nodded her head in his direction, affirming his suspicions. He would never fully understand the concept of love, but hey, he did get the message that all would be damned if so much as a single hair went missing on (Name)’s hair. And it seems he was not alone in this thought, as despite Shiva’s aggressive taunting, he also managed to peak into the gravity of the god of seas’ feelings towards his wife.

After Shiva had been calmed down and more gods piled in along with the Valkyries, Zeus set his meeting in motion. From the stands, Poseidon and his wife occupied the two seats that closely resembled their thrones. Eagerly sitting beside the god, (Name) grinned. Every day she had to sit close to her husband or even at times on his lap, she always felt like her body fit snugly against his.

Blue eyes stared uninterested at the spectacle.

“Dearest?” Poseidon turned his head and met your gaze. Any dark smudges had disappeared beneath his eyes, and his mouth that was carved into a seemingly permanent frown softened. His lips went from a thin line to a gentle curve.

“Thank you.”

No more words needed to be said. Poseidon knew what you were thanking him for, and he responded by closing his eyes as though he was swallowing every ounce of serenity that emitted from you. And the taste was sweet…

Above the angry retaliation of the gods regarding the verdict of Ragnarok, Poseidon enjoyed an elusive peace. Even if it was just a simple moment like this, he set his features in calm lines and his shoulders sank−a truly rare sight, a special secret between himself and his wife.

“I don’t care about this. I am eager to go home.” Poseidon whispered under his breath.

A chuckle left his wife’s lips. “We’re going home soon, don’t fret.”